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Chapter 96

Sam and Dean continued on in the dark corridors of where ever they were at. Dean still held on to Sam because he wanted to make sure that they stayed together, plus, he was still a little unsteady on his feet.

He felt along the wall. Even though their eyes had adjusted to the dark, they still couldn't see much. They had no idea where they were at or how to get out of there. Sam kept saying he felt strange but couldn't really explain what he meant. It had Dean worried. Sam said he didn't feel like he wanted to hurt Dean anymore, but Dean knew that, that could change as fast as the single beat of a heart.

"Dean?"

"What is it?"

"I have to stop a minute."

"We can't Sam, we have to keep moving. Just hang in there. I've got you. You're going to be ok. Both of us will. I promise."

"I can't. I need to stop." He leaned up against the wall and slid down to the floor. Dean slid down beside him that they needed to keep going.

"I know. Just give me a minute."

"What is it?"

"I don't know." Sam wished he could explain how he felt but he just didn't understand the feeling. Dean's head jerked up when he heard somebody call his name. He didn't know who it was but he had a pretty good idea. "Come on Sam, we have to go, now." He got to his feet and pulled his brother up to his. Sam swayed again and Dean supported him around the waist. "The wall curves again here. Come on." Sam obeyed and they walked on. Suddenly, they heard a whirring sound and gawked as a door at the end of the corridor opened.

"Come on in boys," Nemesis said with glee. "I've been waiting for you." He stood still as a statue, in the middle of the chamber as if he were about to hold court. He was haughty and proud.

"Shit," said Dean and took a hold of Sam's arm. "Come on." They headed back the other way but stopped and stared. The light shone through the dark hallway and the brothers could see that the corridor that they'd been in just moments before was now blocked by a wall. There was no where else for them to go. They had to go in. They looked at each other, and because they didn't have a choice, entered the chamber where Nemesis was waiting.

"What took you so long?"

"Let us go," said Dean, angrily but the immortal just laughed. "That's not going to happen." He pressed a button and the door that opened to reveal the corridor that they had just been in, closed again. Sam and Dean looked around frantically, but neither could see any other way out. Dean stepped up in front of Sam, always the protector and Nemesis grinned.

"You can't stop me from getting to him," he told Dean. "It's useless for you to try."

"Leave him alone." He looked around for something he could use as a weapon but was afraid to leave Sam's side.

"I'm not going to do that and besides, he's not the only one I want, not anymore. All my men have been slain but one. Your father and friends have him and now I have you. Kind of ironic, don't you think?" He pointed his finger at a couple of chairs and told them both of go sit down. Dean took Sam by the arm and led him over to one of the chairs because he had frozen up. He just sat there and stared at the immortal as he began to shake.

Back at the house, Jack and Tony returned to the living room. Jack had his and Brad's tools and handed Brad's to him and then sat down.

The man, who was now their prisoner, looked around the room at everyone's face. They all looked like they could beat the shit out of him and enjoy it. He looked at John, locking eyes with him. There was no mistaking what he read in the older man's eyes. He loved his kids, no doubt and it showed. He knew that he would do anything for them. The man swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat.

John not only looked like he could beat the shit out of him, but that he could also kill him and not loose any sleep over it. The man shook his head. He didn't have a choice and he knew it.

He worked for Nemesis, that was true, but he was big into self preservation and didn't want to die, not even for the one he served. He decided to help.

When he made up his mind, he knew he didn't have long. Nemesis would find out. He had a way of knowing what was going on and he didn't have to be anywhere near the scene to know it. He had a sixth sense about such things. The man knew that the immortal would kill him as soon as he found out and said as much to the whole room. They were not sympathetic. In fact, John just glared at him and shrugged his shoulders, saying, "It doesn't matter to me. If you don't help, you're going to die anyway, because I'll kill you myself." The man had no doubt that John spoke the truth.

"Ok," said Brad, deciding that now would be a good time to interrupt. They needed the man alive, for a little while anyway. He sat down by his brother. "Here's what I was thinking. This house," he turned his attention to Jack. "Our house has been the center of supernatural activity for awhile, even when you were just a kid growing up here. I think it's like a magnet toward the other plane. Not just the house, but the property, including the cave." He looked around at all his friends to make sure they were listening to him. "I think we can reach that plane from here."

Jack shook his head, knowing what Brad was trying to get at. "You're not going to astral project Brad. It's dangerous and Nemesis will be waiting. I almost lost you last time. I don't intend to let that happen again so forget it. No."

"Brad took a deep breath, holding on to his patience. "I'm not talking about astral projection."

"Then what are you talking about," said John.

"I think there's a way to rip a hole in the very air, so to speak, a hole that separates this world from the next, this plane of existence from the next one."

"I've never heard of that," said Jack, sounding skeptical. I mean him and his brother were both warlocks but what Brad was saying was a little hard to swallow, even for them. Brad shook his head. The others just listened.

"You haven't exactly been an avid student of all things magic, Jack," Brad reminded him. It wasn't necessary.

"Because I've always wanted to get away from it. I never wanted this; why in the hell would I study it?"

Brad addressed the room. "I've always known I was a warlock. Even if I had wanted to forget, my parents would have never let me. Even though I knew that I could do some things, a lot of the stuff I've found out I could do only recently. That doesn't matter. What does matter is that I've always studied it. I believe you can use your abilities for good and that all magic is not evil, anyway, I found a spell in this book that will let us cross over to that other realm." He looked around once again and said, "All of us."

"That's great," said John. "So what are we waiting for?"

Brad looked down at the man sitting nervously beside him. "What does Nemesis's place look like," he asked. All eyes turned toward their prisoner.

"There are a lot of corridors, but all of them lead to his chambers, his domain, but I'm not sure where it's at."

John rose to his feet and started toward the man who shrank back. "I'm telling you the truth. Look, I serve Nemesis, but I wouldn't die for him. I swear to you I'm telling you the truth."

"You said all the corridors lead to his chambers," said Brad, getting up and putting his hand on John to stop him from pounding the guy. "So no matter which one we take, it all leads to him, right?"

"Yeah, but there are some that are longer than others and some that are just plain deadly. They're almost alive. If you get in the wrong ones, you'll never make it out, nor will you ever make it to Nemesis. He has it set up that way to protect himself."

"Which one to we need to take?" Brad walked up to the prisoner who shook his head. "I don't know."

John walked over to the man, slamming his hands down on the table that was in front of him, causing the man to jump about a mile high. "Which one," he said, teeth clenched.

"John," said Tony, getting to his feet, along with Bryan, just in case.

"Shut up Tony. Sam and Dean don't have much longer. I know that to be a fact. I can feel it. Nemesis has them again and this son of a bitch is going to tell us how to get there or I'll kill him personally." The man looked at John and believed him. He knew that if he couldn't lead them to Sam and Dean, he would die sooner rather than later. To John that was the man's only option.

"Start talking or else."