Chapter 98

He circled their chairs once again and then he focused his attention on Sam. Dean was about to jump up again but Sam said he was ok.

"You won't be in a minute," Nemesis replied. He rubbed his face. Every place that Dean had burned had healed by that time but he was still a little sore in some places. As he rubbed his face, he just got angrier.

"Please," Dean begged. It wasn't like him to do that. Dean Winchester didn't beg for anyone but things were different now. Nemesis glared at him but spoke to Sam.

"You're brother is begging. I don't believe it. It won't do him any good you know?" Sam swallowed hard. Nemesis sneered down in his face. "You're still my puppet Sam, got it?"

"Yes."

"I still pull your strings. Understand?" Nemesis grinned when Sam didn't speak. He just nodded, knowing not to say anything. "Get up and get over here." Sam did as he was told and walked over to the immortal. Dean wanted to get up but knew better than to do that, especially with the immortal so close to his little brother.

Nemesis turned toward a table, off to the side of the room. He walked over and got a set of cuffs and walked back over, handing them to Sam. "Cuff his hands." Sam squeezed his eyes closed against the panic that wanted to consume him. They flew back open, however, when he received a push in Dean's direction. "Do it now Sam," the creature ordered and Sam knew he didn't have a choice. He walked over to his brother. He was going to put the cuffs on loosely, so that Dean would be able to get away easily but all thoughts of that were crushed like a bug. "I will check them when you've finished. They better be tight." Sam knew he didn't have a choice. He cuffed his brother's hands behind him and they both prayed that somebody would come to help them soon.

Nemesis walked over to check the cuffs. They were tight, but he tightened them a little more, causing Dean to wince in pain as the metal cut down into his wrists.

"Very good Sammy."

"Don't call me…….." Sam started to say not to call him Sammy but the look the immortal gave him, made him close his mouth.

"Get back over there and sit down." Sam did as he was told.

"Let my brother go," he pleaded with all that was in him. "I'll stay. You can take what you want. I'm right here. I want try anything, just please let Dean go."

"I am taking what I want Sam." Dean looked at his brother and he looked like he was about to drop but Nemesis wouldn't hear of letting either one of them go. He had them right where he wanted them and when he had his fill, he would kill them. Nemesis knew the others were coming. He always knew, just like he knew that Dean wanted to kill him right then and Sam was just trying to stay sane.

The others walked down the corridor. Brad hoped he remembered right, but the corridors were like a maze and they all looked the same. He and Jack were in front, and then Tony, Bryan, John and Ethan. John was getting more and more anxious as they all took a couple of wrong turns and ended up at dead ends.

"I thought you two knew where to go."

"I thought we did," Brad replied, "but all the corridors look the same."

"Well we don't have time to get lost."

Brad took a deep breath, telling himself that patience is a virtue. Yeah right, he thought. They turned a corner and suddenly everything looked just like the squire stone had shown them. He turned to grin at his brother. "We're going the right way," Jack said. The others nodded and continued to follow them.

"Has anybody figured out how we are going to get to Nemesis lair, rescue Sam and Dean, kill the immortal and get back home within three hours," Bryan asked nervously. He wasn't sure it could be done. In order for them to kill Nemesis, they need to behead him as well as burn him at the stake and judging from how things had gone up until that point, it wasn't going to be easy.

"Not really," Jack said.

"Well that's just damn great!" Tony huffed out loud. "We don't even have a plan. I mean the creature is an immortal. He's a manipulator. That's what he does. I mean what if he gets control of Sam and Dean and we have to fight them too?"

"Sam and Dean are strong, Tony," John said and shoved Ethan to keep him moving.

"I know that John, but they've both been through so much."

"We all have."

"Not like them John. Everything we've come against since we've known you all. Everything we've faced. Every last one of them has been focused on Sam and Dean. What if they're working with Nemesis now?" Bryan turned his attention to John, who was behind him.

"My kids are not working with Nemesis, Bryan. I would know if they were."

"I know they never would. Not if they could help it but what if they can't help it." Brad and Jack just looked at each other. Neither said anything, but both of them had been thinking the same thing. They had both been through so much torture that neither Jack nor Brad knew what to expect when they got to where they were going.

"Get to moving Ethan," John said and shoved him once again to keep him going. He didn't want to think about it but deep down he was wondering the same thing. So was Ethan. He worked for Nemesis, that was true, but he wanted to help the guys and hopefully they would let him live. He had no intention of dying, not even for the Immortal.

"This may be a mistake," Tony said. John walked up and got in Tony's face. "You don't want to keep on going; then turn back but we are going to get my kids, with or without you. You want to turn back, fine."

Tony shook his head. "I don't want to turn back John, I'm just saying, that it may not be easy to get them out of there."

"Well what the hell else is new," John replied. "Is it ever?" Bryan opened his mouth to say something but Jack beat him to it. "They're right John. Nobody wants to turn back. We have to be prepared, though, in case they've been turned." They all stopped suddenly as the corridor they were on, ended. They looked at the paths that veered off to the right and the left. They couldn't go straight because it was a dead end. "Now what," said John.

"Either way leads to Nemesis lair. We need to split up." They all agreed. Jack went to the right, with John and Ethan and Brad went to the left with Tony and Bryan. Jack pulled out a gun.

"I thought you were going to use your ritualistic sword?" John wanted to know. He looked closer at the weapon and pulled both Ethan and Jack to a stop. "What is that?" He wanted to know, as he gestured toward the gun. Jack looked down at the weapon. "Tranquilizer gun," he replied. "Brad's got one too."

"What do you need that for?"

"John, Tony and Bryan had a point. Nemesis could have gotten to Sam and Dean. We may have to trank them to get them out of there." John opened his mouth to protest, but then closed it again. As much as he hated to admit it, the others were right. It wouldn't be the first time they had to literally abduct his two sons. He nodded, reluctantly and turned to grab Ethan again. He was no where around.

"Son of a bitch!" John proclaimed. Ethan was gone. He and Jack headed back they way they had come but he was no where to be found.

"I don't believe it," Jack said. They both went a little farther back they way they had come but when they still didn't find him; they turned back toward Nemesis lair. They would get the bastard back, one way or the other, but now they had more pressing issues. Jack and John looked at each other and went on down the corridor.