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Chapter 94

"Sam," Dean reached a hand over to touch his brother's shoulder. He couldn't see him, but he could touch him, and he needed to let him know that he was right there and at the same time, he needed to know that Sam was there.

"I'm here."

"Yeah I know. Are you sure you feel ok?"

Sam didn't want to answer that question because he really didn't know. He figured he should tell him though. He couldn't see him but he could hear the nervousness in Dean's voice. "I just feel funny."

"Funny how," asked Dean, his heart full of dread.

"I don't know. I can't explain it."

Dean took a deep breath. "Listen Sammy, you need to hold it together, ok? You don't feel like you're going to try to hurt me again, do you?" Sam shook his head, but in the dark Dean couldn't see it.

"Sam?"

"Oh, sorry. I forgot that you can't see me. No I don't feel that way, I just feel strange. I'm tired Dean. I'm so tired."

"I know, but you've got to stay with me ok? We will be ok."

"Where are we?"

"I just don't know Sam." He tried to think. "Listen, we need to go try to find a way out."

"We can't even see Dean."

"I know but we can feel the wall and let it be our guide. Maybe it will lead us somewhere. We can't stay here. Nemesis will be coming after us. We're sitting ducks. He can probably see just fine in this place. We need to make it as hard for him as we can. What do you say? We can't stay here Sam."

"Yeah I know." He took a deep breath. "I guess we should try."

"That's my boy," said Dean and got to his feet. He reached down to touch Sam's shoulder again and then got his hand and pulled him to his feet. Sam swayed when he stood up and Dean felt it. He grabbed him around the waist to steady him. "It's ok. I've got you. Come on." Dean took his place on the side of the wall so that he could feel his way and at the same time hold on to Sam until he was steadier.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?" He gave him a little push to let him know that he needed to walk but his legs felt like they were weighed down in cement.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I'm sorry I held you hostage and threatened to kill you."

"Don't worry about it. You didn't know what you were doing. Come on. I think I feel the wall curve here." They walked slowly. Sam seemed to be moving a little better but Dean still held on because he didn't want them to get separated. That would not be good.

At the house, John had his journal and was looking through it trying to find out what Sam had figured out. Jack and Brad were looking in books and Tony and Bryan were on the computer.

"There is a lot of lore on how to kill an immortal," said Jack as he flipped through the pages. The only thing consistent is not only to cut his head off but also burn him at the stake.

"Well how the hell are we going to do that," said John. "He's not exactly going to be easy.

"There's another book downstairs. I'll go get it." Bryan got to his feet. So did Tony. Bryan looked at him. "Where are you going?"

"With you."

"I'm just going downstairs. I'll be back."

"No," said John. "Tony's going with you. No one is going anywhere alone, not until this is over." Bryan started to say something but after looking into the faces of his friends, he relented. "Ok." He and Tony went to the basement steps.

"If you two are not back in 5 minutes, we're all coming after you."

Tony and Bryan both nodded their head and went down to the clinic. They both had a couple of guns just in case. When they reached the bottom, Bryan spotted the book he wanted over at the desk that Jack had put down there. He went to get it. Tony followed suit but before he could reach him, Harper came out from behind a curtain and grabbed Tony.

"Shit!" yelled Tony and raised his hands when he felt the gun. Bryan whirled around and went for his gun but stopped when he saw where Tony was.

"Hello you two. I didn't think that you would ever come down here. I've been waiting for you." He glared at Bryan as another man came through the door of the clinic and went to point his gun at Bryan.

"Drop the gun Bryan."

Bryan shook his head and took the gun out of his waist band, dropping it on the ground. The second man reached down cautiously to pick it up and then shoved Bryan over to a table. He ordered him to place his hands on the table, which Bryan did, and the man kicked his legs apart and searched him. Harper did the same with Tony. Neither had anymore weapons.

"I'm going to kick you're ass," warned Bryan as he glowered at Harper. Harper just grinned. "Where are Sam and Dean?"

Tony and Bryan didn't answer. Harper's grin widened and he said, "I know where they're at." The two cops looked at each other and didn't reply because it was clear that Harper wanted them to.

Upstairs, John and the others were getting nervous. "Ok it's been about 15 minutes. Let's go," said Brad. Jack got up to follow his brother but John stopped them. "No."

"What do you mean no. They're in trouble John, I can feel it."

"Yeah I can feel it also but we're going to do this right. Whatever is down there, we get Tony and Bryan back, if they are in trouble."

"Agreed," said Jack. Brad nodded. John looked at them both. If they're in trouble, we use anything we have." The two brothers nodded. "Ok. Jack, you go down the stairs. I'll follow." Jack nodded.

"I'll go around to the front door of the clinic."

"No. Together Brad. We stick together."

"Ok," said Brad, relenting. All three headed to the basement steps but at the last minute, Brad took off and ran out the front door.

"BRAD!" hissed Jack. "Son of a bitch!" He started for his brother but John stopped him.

"Come on. He's going to the clinic. We'll meet him down there."

"Yeah and then I'll kill him myself," threatened Jack causing John to grin. They headed down the steps. At the bottom, they saw that Tony and Bryan were in the middle of the room tied to chairs, with gags in place. John shook his head and entered the clinic. Jack held back.

"Come on in John," said Harper. "I've been waiting for you."

"Where are my boys," said John in a low voice.

"Not here," said Harper as he pointed the gun at John and motioned for him to enter. He did as he was told.

Harper walked over to him and searched him. He was surprised that he didn't have any weapons on him. It made him suspicious. "What are you doing John?"

"Nothing," replied John. "I didn't know that you were here." Harper smirked and shoved him on in the room. "Where are the other two?"

"Don't know." He looked at Tony and Bryan. Both appeared to be ok, under the circumstances, for which he was grateful.

"You're lying," said Harper and nodded to the other man who placed his gun at Bryan's head. Bryan closed his eyes and hoped John had a plan. So did Tony.

"I'm right here you asshole!" yelled Jack and ran into the room. Harper whirled around, gun cocked but Jack, using his mind, knocked it out of his hand.

"NO!" yelled Harper. The other man ran over to help his boss, leaving Tony and Bryan where they were. He almost reached Jack but Brad ran in the clinic door and using his mind, knocked the man's gun away and shoved the man back. He screamed in rage as Brad ran over to his brother. Harper advanced but Bryan raised his leg and kicked Harper sending him crashing into Jack. They both hit the floor and Jack was going to use his power again to push Harper off, but Harper had other ideas. He pulled a knife and placed it to Jack's throat. Jack froze, but John ran to pick up Harper's gun and fired. A shot rang out and for a minute everybody held their breaths not knowing who had been shot. Was it Jack or Harper?

The question was answered, however, when Harper fell on top of Jack, dead.

"Jack!" Brad hobbled over. His leg was beginning to throb again but he had to reach his brother. "You ok?"

Jack pushed the dead body off of him and got to his feet. "Yeah, are you?"

"Yeah," said Brad. Both looked at John, who had his gun on the other man. "Good," he said and hauled off and knocked Brad in the face!

Brad stumbled backward as blood invaded his mouth. He looked at Jack shocked. "What the hell was that for!"

"For going off by yourself while we were upstairs. We were not supposed to separate. What if something had gone wrong!" He was pissed and Brad knew it. He was the oldest, but Jack had the worse temper.

He wiped the blood off his mouth and grinned at Jack. "I guess it's a good thing nothing did." Jack grinned back. "Yeah," he said and went to help Brad untie Tony and Bryan. John had locked the second man in the cell and he was fuming. "Where the hell are my kids!" The man looked at the angry father standing before him, and was afraid.