Chapter 90

CRASH!!! Harper jumped up quickly when he heard the racket in the living room. He slowly made his way over from the sink to the living room door. Carefully he placed his hand on it and slowly shoved it open. He peeked his head in then ducked as a blue light from Nemesis palm crashed above him and put a hole in the wall right where Harper's head had originally been.

"SHIT!!" Harper said angrily as he inspected how deep that hole really was. "Problem sir," he asked. When he was sure that the Immortal wasn't going to shoot any more lights out of his hand, he eased the door on open and stepped into the living room.

"Bring my candles," said Nemesis and went to sit in a chair on the other side of the coffee table. Harper nodded and asked, "Which ones."

"The black ones," Nemesis answered. "I need some strong black magic to handle this. Brad is in a deep sleep. He's out of the way for the time being." Harper walked in and sat in the chair opposite the immortal. "You know for certain that he's asleep?" Nemesis looked at Harper and grinned. "Why of course I do," he answered. "I also know that Sam is very close to giving me what I want. My hold on him is strong. I should have gone after him first. He has some spiritual cleansing that he needed to do after his last ordeal, that he has not done yet. It hasn't been that long ago. I should have taken him first. He's so close to obeying me. When he does…" Nemesis grinned as the rest of the sentence trailed off.

"Are you responsible for Brad's deep sleep?"

"Yes I am," said Nemesis. "I'll visit him in his dreams. He'll wish he never did go to sleep. I'll be seeing him in his dreams." Harper nodded but didn't really understand. He looked at Nemesis wishing he'd offer more explanation. He didn't say anything, however, not the way the immortal was acting right now. "I'll attack Brad in his sleep," said the immortal. He'll be wishing he'd never closed his eyes."

"When did you attack him last?"

"When he was out of his body, I hit him with a blast of my power. It made him waver, but he bore down. It made him weak. That was just what I wanted." He laughed at the thoughts that were running through his head. Thoughts of what he would do to the young doctor soon.

"You can do that," Harper asked amazed. Nemesis nodded. "You can manipulate his thoughts?"

"When," asked Harper. Nemesis looked around. He looked at the candles. They were large black pillar candles and full of dark energy. Nemesis pointed his finger at the wick, and the candle burst into flames. Harper grinned from ear to ear. "Are we going to play Master?"

"We sure are," answered Nemesis and also lit the incense next to him.

At Jack's house, Jack had walked back in to check on Brad. Bryan and Tony were at the bedside. They're guns were close to where they could get to them if needed. They all knew that there were supernatural events taking place all around them right now, but there were also some human element and that was what the guns were for.

"How is he," asked Jack as he walked over to where his brother still lay unconscious. He felt of his forehead. He was a little warm. "He may have a slight fever," Jack thought.

"Tony why don't you go up and help John with Sam and Dean?" asked Jack.

"Umm okay," he said reluctant to leave his partner alone. Jack looked at him and shook his head. "Damn it I am not going to hurt Bryan!" They knew him better than that or else he thought they did. Jack didn't want to hurt anybody.

"I know that," said Tony and after one more look at Bryan, left to go join John upstairs. "You trying to get rid of him?" Jack shook his head. "Not at all," he answered. "Brad is unconscious. I just thought John may need some help upstairs but I can't leave Brad, not right now. Not until he sleeps this off."

Jack looked quickly as Brad began to moan. He hoped to God that what he thought was happening, wasn't going to happen. He wasn't sure if he could fight this kind of thing without his brother.

Upstairs Dean was still on the floor sitting with his back against the bed, hands in plain sight. Sam was standing up, legs slightly apart, ready to shoot.

"You're not going to shoot me," said Dean but remained where he was. "You just need to remember."

"BRING ME DEAN!" Sam heard the words. They pounded unmercifully in his head. "Get me your brother and deliver him to me."

"I'm coming," said Sam and looked down at Dean. "Get up." Dean rolled his eyes to the ceiling and silently said a prayer to who ever would listen to him.

"What are you waiting on," asked Sam.

"You to wake up. Snap out of it Sam. Put that damn gun down. You're pissing me off. You can not listen to that damn voice in your head now come on!" Dean shot the words like missiles but stayed where he was. He knew his brother. Right now Sam would do anything. Dean knew he had to be careful. He also knew that if somebody didn't do something soon, Sam would use Dean as a shield to get out of there and then deliver him to the Immortal, no questions asked. If that happened then both their lives would be shot to hell. He couldn't let him do it. He had to stop it somehow. He just didn't know how. He also knew that if Sam did deliver him over, it would just be the beginning of their problems. Nemesis has some painful stuff in store for them and Dean for one wasn't looking forward to it.

"Sam, its Tony. Will you please let me talk to you for a minute?" He placed his hands palms down on the door on each side of him. "Can I come in?" John grabbed him by the arm and turned him around to face him. "You're not going in there," he said.

"If Sam will let me in I will go. I've negotiated things before in my line of work. Maybe I can get him to listen to me." John looked at Tony, hoping that he would be able to but also afraid that he would get hurt when he tried They had to do something. God knows John wasn't getting anywhere. "Tony?" questioned Sam. Tony looked at John. He took a deep breath and gestured that Tony should keep on trying.

"Yeah Sam. It's me. Can I talk to you?"

"About what," asked Sam as he watched Dean.

"I need you to let me in," said Tony.

"Forget it," said Sam. "I can hear you fine."

"I know Sam but I really don't won't to talk to you about things through a wooden door. Please. Let me in. I won't try anything. I promise. I just want to talk." On the other side of the door Sam thought. He looked at his big brother and made up his mind. "Come over here," he said and to John and Tony on the other side he said, "Move back away from the door."

"Why," asked Dean cautiously?

"Because I said so and I'm in charge. Now get over here." Dean walked over and rubbed his face. It had been burning where he'd gotten hit. A small bruise was noted on the right cheek. "Dean I'm sorry I hit you," said Sam when he could see the bruise clearly.

"It's okay." Dean came over slowly until he was standing by his brother. Sam grabbed his elbow and put him in front as a shield. "Open the door and Dean, don't try anything. I don't want to have to hurt you but I will if I'm pushed." Dean reached out to get the knob. He felt the barrel of the gun at the base of his brain. He closed his eyes thinking that Sam was going to shoot him. He didn't know what he wanted but in Sam's state of mine it couldn't be good.

"Open the door." Sam instructed. Dean obeyed. John and Tony were standing side by side. "Hey Sammy," said John. Sam nodded and looked at Tony. Sam saw that Tony had his hands out to the side. Tony looked where Sam was looking. "I'm not going to try anything Sam. I just want to talk to you. Okay?" Sam didn't say a word. He gestured for Tony to come inside the room. John took a step in that direction also but Sam stopped him. "Not you," he said. John stopped in his tracks. "I can't come in and talk to you too?" Sam shook his head and closed the door with a bang. Tony jumped a little. Sam was behind Dean, gun drawn, hammer cocked. He raised his hands up to let Sam know he didn't want any trouble. "I just want to talk." Sam nodded.

"Take off your jacket," Sam instructed. Tony looked down and did as he was told. He threw it on the floor beside him. "Now you're over shirt." Tony nodded and removed his over shirt. All that was left was blue jeans and a t shirt. He waited. "Turn around," Sam said. Tony took a deep breath and turned. "Hands on the wall." Tony did as he was told. He placed his hands on the wall and spread his legs. Sam shoved Dean a little in his back with his gun. "Search him," he said. Dean nodded and did as he was told.

"He's clean Sammy," said Dean and stood up to walk away. "Uh uh," said Sam and leveled the gun. "What," asked Dean. "Get back over here," said Sam. Dean shook his head. "Sammy," The words trailed off when the gun was pointing at him again. "Okay, okay. What do you want me to do?" He walked back over to Sam.

"Cuff him," said Sam. Tony looked at Sam not believing what he just heard. "Sam he's our friend. He's not the enemy man," said Dean.

"Do it now Dean," said Sam. Dean blew out a breath. He took the pair of handcuffs that Sam handed him and walked over to Tony. For a brief moment the two looked at each other. "Tony I'm…."

Tony shook his head. "It's okay. I don't blame you. I don't blame Sam either. He's being controlled. He can't help it." Dean nodded. "I don't want to do this." He looked at Sam who still had the gun pointing in his direction. "Go ahead Dean. It's okay." Tony turned around. Dean took his hands and cuffed them behind him. Sam nodded.

"Go sit down." Dean did as he was told. Sam stepped right behind him and placed the gun at his head. "Now Tony, what do you want to talk about?"