Chapter 85

"Sam," said Dean nervously. "Listen to me." Sam placed a finger to his lips indicating that Dean should be quiet. Dean obeyed and shut his mouth. Sam walked back over to the door and turned the lock, locking them both inside, and then he turned and looked at his brother.

Bryan, Tony and Brad all heard the commotion and came out of their rooms. "What is it," asked Bryan.

"I'm not positive but I'm pretty sure Sam is holding Dean hostage in the bedroom."

"Excuse me," said Brad as he walked over to Jack.

"Dean said that Sam had a gun pointed at his head. The door was just locked on the inside, and I'm pretty sure Sam did that," said John. "I've told Jack to talk to him in his head but he doesn't think that's a good idea."

"Really. Why?" asked Brad prepared to do just that. "Because Dean said that Sam keeps hearing voices in his head. If that's so, me talking to him like that could push him over the edge and he may hurt Dean or himself," said Jack.

"That's a good point. It very well could," said Brad.

"Well what the hell are we suppose to do," said John. "Right now he's got a gun on his brother. I mean how much farther over the edge could he go?"

"A lot farther John," said Jack. "Well tell me what we are going to do then," said John.

"I could astral project," suggested Brad. John and Jack looked at each other and then at him. "You could," said John. Jack shook his head. "Forget it," he said.

"What? Why," asked Brad.

"Because Nemesis is still out there Brad. He'll be on your tail in a heartbeat. It's too dangerous."

"Jack," said Brad. "I've done it before."

"Yeah and you almost didn't make it back," said Jack. "No way." John grabbed Jack's arm and spun him around. "What is your problem," he asked. Jack jerked away. "He's my brother," he said simply.

"Yeah and those two in there are my sons. One of them is holding the other at gun point. We've got to do something." John was angry and getting angrier by the minute. Neither Jack nor Brad wanted to see that happen.

"We will," said Jack. "Just give me a minute to think."

Inside the room, Sam walked over to Dean. "What are you doing Sammy," he asked as he continued to eye the gun. Sam didn't answer. "Look," said Dean and got to his feet. Sam leveled the gun. Dean held his hands out in front of him so Sam could see them. "You don't want to shoot anybody Sam, especially me. We're brothers man."

"You locked me in this room," accused Sam.

"I didn't want you to take off. Nemesis is messing with your head. Nobody is calling your name. I just didn't want you to leave. That's the only reason I locked the door."

"Sit down," said Sam. Dean stood. Sam cocked the gun. "Okay. Okay Sam. Just take it easy." He sat back down and put his hands on his knees. "I'm sitting. Now what? You going to shoot me? You're going to shoot your own brother? Is that right?" Sam looked at him and released the hammer but kept the gun aimed at Dean.

"Sammy I just wanted to help you. I wanted to protect you. Nemesis could have you walking right to him. I'm not going to let that happen. Now come on. Put the gun down." Sam kept the gun aimed and instead he took a chair and placed it in front of Dean and sat down in it." He looked his big brother in the eyes. It made Dean very uncomfortable. "Put it down Sammy. You do not want to hurt me. I know you don't."

Sam closed his eyes. Dean thought that it was a good sign but when he opened them he still had the gun pointed at him.

"Why are you holding a gun on me Sam? What did I do?" Sam shook his head. "Nothing," he said.

"Okay, then why?" asked Dean. Instead of answering Sam cocked his head to the side. "Somebody is calling me. Can't you hear them?" He got to his feet and walked toward the door.

"No one is calling you Sam; it's in your head. You've got to listen to me. You're going to walk right into a trap." He got to his feet slowly and took a step. Sam spun around. "Sit down!" Dean stopped and nodded. He sat back down. "Sam listen to me. Please."

"Shut up," he said. Dean shook his head. "No, I want you to listen to me."

"I said shut the hell up!" yelled Sam. Dean looked at him and saw that he was getting more and more agitated. He didn't want that so he shut up. He needed to reach him but he didn't know how.

Outside Jack and Brad were arguing. "If I could astral project, I could get into that room Jack. He can't shoot me if I'm not in my body."

"No he can't, but Nemesis could get to you very easily and he'll know just as soon as you leave your body."

"You'll be there to pull me back," said Brad. "You'll watch out for me." Jack shook his head.

"Jack that's Sam and Dean in there," said John. "Please. You've got to help them. If Sam shoots Dean, he'll never forgive himself. It will haunt him for the rest of his life."

Jack shook his head once again. He turned to Tony and Bryan. "What do you two think?" Bryan looked at Tony and nodded. Tony said, "We've got to do something. If we go in there, Sam may shoot him anyway. I think you should try." Jack looked at Bryan. "I agree," he said. Jack took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Okay," he said. "We'll try it."

"Good," said John. "Thank you."

"Welcome," said Jack and turned to Brad. "It will be okay Jack," he said. Jack nodded. "I hope so," he said. "Let's go prepare the circle." Brad nodded and everyone went into the living room where there was more room.