Chapter 97

When Dean got Sam settled he stood back up and faced off with the immortal. He still stood in front of Sam and had no intentions of moving. If that son of bitch wanted his brother, he sure as hell wasn't going to make it easy for him, at least not without a fight.

Nemesis continued to grin, which irked Dean to no end. How he'd love to wipe that stupid ass grin off his face. He glared at the creature who didn't say anything for a few minutes. Finally he did speak. "Do you want your brother hurt?"

"No," said Dean, anxiously. "I don't. What kind of stupid question is that?"

"Then do what I told you to do." He pointed his finger at the empty chair, sitting next to his brother. "Sit the hell down."

"I'd rather stand."

"It wasn't a request. Do it now Dean or you will hear Sam scream." Dean swallowed the lump in his throat but was afraid of what Nemesis would do to Sam if he didn't obey. He knew first hand that torture was a walk in the park with this one. Nemesis actually enjoyed it. He sat down.

"That's good Dean. Now," he walked over to Sam, and Dean was about to jump up again.

"Don't." Dean watched. Sam just sat there, frozen, unable to do anything. He just stared. He wasn't in a trance, that's just how scared he was. All the abuse, torture and torment that the young man had gone through, had taken its toll on him and he was afraid of doing something that would get his brother hurt. He was afraid to make waves.

Nemesis circled the boys' chairs and sneered. "You're both very strong. I wasn't able to get either one of you to hand the other one over to me. I must say I'm surprised. No one has ever been able to resist me before."

"We're not just anyone," Dean replied.

"Apparently," Nemesis agreed. "No matter. I still have you, do I not? This way works."

"Please, let my brother go," Sam said, finally able to find his voice.

"Sam."

"Forget it Sam. I want the both of you now. You're brother set me on fire. He'll not get away with that."

Back at the house, the prisoner looked up at John nervously. "I don't know which one." John raised his fist prepared to strike the man, but Brad stopped him. "It's ok. I think he's telling the truth."

"Well I think he's lying to save his ass," said John and snarled at Brad when he grabbed his fist before he had a chance to hit the man. This only succeeded in making John angrier.

"You want to lose that hand, Brad?"

"Not particularly," said Brad and removed it on his own. There was no need in giving the man a reason to pound him. John turned back to the prisoner. "What is your name?"

"What?" He wasn't expecting the man to ask that.

"You heard me. What the hell is your name?"

"Ethan. Why?"

John shrugged. "I want to know the name of the man that I'm about to kill."

The man tried to shrink back but being tied up prevented him from going to far. "I can't tell you something I don't know."

"Look,"

"John. I think I know a way to find the right corridor." Brad walked back over to his bag and removed a stone. It was the size of a golf ball and smooth as silk. Jack just stared. He hadn't seen one of those in years and Tony and Bryan and John had never seen one.

"What is that," asked Bryan.

"A squire stone," Jack said. "Brad's right. That will show us exactly where we need to go."

"Well then come on. My kids are running out of time. You two, do your thing so we can go get them." Brad and Jack grinned at each other and Brad set the stone down on the table. He took a deep breath and spoke to the stone. "Show me." The stone shimmered and shook gently but that was it. No picture formed.

Brad turned to Jack. "I need your help." Jack nodded and both he and Brad looked at the stone and concentrated. "Show us what we need to know." It shimmered and after a couple of minutes it became clear as a see through glass. Jack and Brad both saw the corridor they needed to take. And they also saw where they needed to go, to get to the right one. Tony, Bryan and John, as well as Ethan, looked at the piece of rock but all they saw was the stone.

After a few more minutes, Brad and Jack finished. They looked at the others and grinned.

"Well," ask Bryan, expectantly.

"We saw where we need to go."

"Then let's do it," said Tony. The others all agreed and Jack and Brad took up their tools. "Come over here," said Jack. Everyone walked over to stand by Jack and Brad. John jerked Ethan to his feet and shoved him over. Brad took his sword and held it in his hand, as did Jack. The others had guns. They began the incantation. When they finished saying the words they watched. All of them gasped as they saw a tear form in the very air. It even surprised Jack and Brad.

"Let's go," said Brad and all of them entered.

"Now, if I read the spell right, we have three hours to get Sam and Dean and get back."

"What happens if we don't?" John wanted to know.

"The tear will repair itself, and we will be stuck here." Brad looked at his friends and winced when he saw their faces.

"What did you say," asked Tony. "That might have been an important thing to mention, Brad."

"Sorry. We'll make it back in time."

"We better," warned John or else."

"Yeah, I know. You'll kick our asses." Brad rolled his eyes and John grinned. "Let's go get my boys." They all agreed and entered the corridor. All of them hoped that they would make it back with Sam and Dean before time was up. If they didn't, they would all be stuck there, forever.