Chapter 86
"Sam come on. Please listen to me," begged Dean. "I don't understand why you've got a gun on me. You know who I am don't you?"
"Yeah, you're my brother and I told you to be quiet."
"Sammy," said Dean softly. Sam walked over to Dean. He looked down at him angrily. "Shut up!" he said and Dean did as he was told. Sam walked back over to the door and cocked his head to the side once again. "I've got to go," he said and put his hand on the door knob.
"NO!" said Dean nervously and jumped up. Sam spun around. Dean stood where he was and looked at his little brother. "You can't," he said. "Sam, he's messing with your head man. He wants to control you. He wants to control us both. Nobody is calling your name. LISTEN TO ME!" Sam rushed back over to Dean and hit him hard in the stomach knocking him back down. He grunted as he fell. Sam grabbed him by the hair of the head forcing him back up. Dean winced and was pushed back down on the bed. He stayed where he was. He did not try to get up again but he continued to try to reason with him.
"Nobody is calling your name Sam," he said nervously. He knew what was happening. He knew what Nemesis was doing, after all, he did it to him. He also knew that if Sam walked out that door he'd fall right into the immortal's trap. He didn't know why he didn't just come in and get them like he had in the past. "That would be easier," thought Dean. The only thing he could think of was that he was playing games with his baby brother, dangerous games that could get them all killed.
"Sam," tried Dean again. Sam ignored him and listened for the voice to come to him once again.
Downstairs in the living room, Jack and Brad, with the help of the others, moved the couch out of the way. They both went up to their rooms to get the tools that they would need. When they came back down, Jack looked at Brad. "Are you sure about this," he asked. Brad smiled and said, "We've got to do something, and don't do anything stupid this time Jack. Don't try to be a hero. Stay inside the circle this time, understand?" Jack nodded but he was worried about what was going to happen.
"You can barely walk. You've been shot Brad."
"I know that, but I don't need to walk to do this. I just kind of float."
"Well you listen to me. When I call you back, get here quick. Okay? Nemesis is going to come after you. You know he is."
"I know Jack, but Sam and Dean need our help. John is right. Sam will never forgive himself if he shoots Dean. I've come to care a lot about those two." Jack nodded. "Me to," he said. John walked over.
"I appreciate it," he said. "I know how dangerous this is going to be. You both are risking your lives for my kids. I'll never forget it."
"Just quit trying to pound me every time something goes wrong," said Jack and grinned. John grinned back. "I'll do my best," he said.
"What do you need us to do," asked Tony? Both he and his partner wanted to help but there was nothing for them to do. This wasn't for them.
"Just keep your fingers crossed," said Brad. "And make sure Jack stays in the circle." Tony and Bryan both nodded and Brad motioned for John to stand with the others. John moved over and stood by Tony. Jack drew a circle of protection around all three of them using his ritualistic sword. "That goes for you to," said Brad. "Stay in the circle. He'll probably come in the form of a wolf like he did last time. He can't get inside the circle so stay there. Understand? All three men nodded.
Brad turned to Jack. "If you don't stay in the circle and you're not hurt, then when I get back I'm going to kick your ass." Jack smiled. "I'll stay."
"How is your shoulder by the way," asked Brad. The wolf had hurt it last time and no one had been able to check it."
"It's fine," said Jack. He'd have sawed his tongue in half before admitting the shoulder had been throbbing like a bad tooth.
"Yeah, I bet," said Brad. "Open up."
"Huh," said Jack. He was new to all the warlock stuff.
"Open yourself up. Let me in." Jack sat down. He closed his eyes and did what he asked. He felt his brother's magic slide inside him. Apparently he was much better at this stuff then Jack was. Except for the astral projection, which he just found out he could do, he'd always used his magic. Jack was the one that always wanted to get away from it. Brad didn't blame him though. The way there dad always pushed him and used him for Alanya's toy, he was surprised Jack ever used it again.
Brad never knew their dad. Not his biological one. He never knew his brother until a few months before. He knew he had one but he'd just found him after searching for him for years. Brad had been stolen at birth and was raised by people that didn't care about him. He learned to either use his powers or die." His adoptive parents were both witches and used their powers to hurt not heal. He had to learn how to survive which was why he became a hunter. Now as he opened him self he was thankful that he'd found him and intended not to ever lose him again.
Upstairs Sam was becoming increasingly agitated. He paced back and forth in the bedroom. "What does he want? Can't he see that I'm coming?"
"Who," asked Dean.
"The person calling my name. He's very impatient. He sounds like he's getting upset. Don't tell me you can't hear him?"
"Sam nobody is there," said Dean. "You are hearing it in your head. There is nobody calling you. You're going to walk right into a trap." Dean started to get up, but the look on Sam's face made him sit right back down.
Down in the living room, Brad and the others were preparing the circle. He turned to his brother. "How does your shoulder feel now," he asked him. Jack didn't want to admit it but it felt a lot better. "It's fine," he said instead and Brad grinned at him. Jack would never admit it felt a lot better, not even if his life depended on it. He would not admit the fact that magic can be used for good as well as for harm. Brad shook his head again and got serious. "Jack," he warned. Jack rolled his eyes to the ceiling. "I'll stay in the circle Brad, now can we just get on with it? Sam and Dean need our help."
Brad took a deep breath but finally nodded. "Okay," he said. "Let's begin."
"What should we do," asked Bryan.
"Keep your fingers crossed and pray that this goes off without a hitch" said Jack and turned toward Brad. "Ready," he asked. He was afraid but he kept it to himself. He knew exactly what was going to happen, just as soon as Brad left his body. He also knew that Sam and Dean needed some major help right now and they could not go barging in. In the state of mine Sam was in, he could, and would shoot Dean if given half the chance. He'd never forgive himself if he did. "I'm ready," said Brad and looked at Jack.
"I'll be back Jack," he said as much to reassure himself as his brother. He was new to all this, at least this part. He put a hand on his brother's shoulders and said, "I'm coming back."
"You better," said Jack and began the incantation.
Meanwhile at Nemesis house, the immortal was pacing back and forth in anticipation. He knew what they were doing. He always knew. He'd be sure that Brad didn't make it to Sam. He'd be sure that Brad didn't make it back. Not this time. Harper came into the room. He saw his Master pacing and got nervous. He never did that unless he was angry or waiting on something. If he was angry, Harper knew to stay out of his way, but looking at him now, he knew he was waiting.
"Brad is going to astral project," said Nemesis as he grinned. "He's going to go and try to save Sam and Dean. It won't happen. I'll have him this time and if Jack shows himself again I'll have him also." He continued to pace. He was getting more and more anxious as he felt the magic coming from Jack and Brad's house. He was tired of playing games, he thought. It was time to end this. When he did, Sam and Dean would belong to him and Jack and Brad would die. As for the others, he wasn't sure what he was going to do to them yet. Whatever it was, it would be very painful.
"Let's get ready," said Nemesis. Harper nodded and went to get a potion out of the cabinet by the bar. He brought it over to him. Nemesis took it and held it up. "Come to me Sam," he said. "Bring your brother and come to me."
Originally he had wanted Dean to deliver Sam. He thought that would be the thing that caused Dean the most pain, but now that he thought about it, Sam delivering Dean would be just as good.
Dean was very protective of his little brother and wouldn't fight back. He'd try his best to reach him. When he couldn't, and Sam brought Dean to him, it would be the ultimate betrayal. He laughed as he thought about the look on his prey's face, both now and when the brothers were delivered to him. He would relish that, just as he relished the way Dean felt now because he couldn't reach Sam. It would be 10 times better, no, thousands of times better when Sam used Dean as a shield to get out of the house, and even more so when he handed him over to the immortal. "Let's begin," said Nemesis and drank the potion.