I'm really trying to reach a hundred chapters ya'll so just bear with me. I've gotten a fresh idea with this story and may have to have a sequel to it. Here is the next chapter.

Chapter 99

Nemesis glared at the two prisoners that were sitting before him. Both of them had become pains in the ass. He sneered at the brothers and licked his lips. Dean's hands were still cuffed behind him and Sam just sat in the chair like he had been told to do. Sam made a decision right then and there. He decided that whatever he had to do to get his big brother out of there, he was going to do.

Dean had always been there for Sam, no matter what. He believed in him when no one else did and that mattered like nothing else did. He loved his dad with all his heart but it was Dean that had always been there, backing Sam up and he was going to return the favor.

He took a deep breath and decided that he probably didn't need to tell Dean what he was planning, hell, he wasn't even sure he knew what he was planning but he did know that he would save his brother or die trying. Of course if he had told Dean, he would get his ass kicked for his effort because Dean would beat the shit out of him, so he kept it to himself.

Nemesis still glared at them and finally took a deep breath of his own, deciding that there wasn't going to be anymore playing around. He had the Winchesters right where he wanted them. He knew that the others were also on the way. He could feel it, feel them. He shook his head and finally spoke.

"So, let's get this show on the road, shall we?" He walked up to Sam and Dean began to struggle beside him, trying to loosen his bound hands. His eyes went cold and flashed fire.

"Don't touch him," he warned the Immortal. "I'll kill you if you do." Nemesis laughed at the silliness of his prey. He had them both but Dean still tried to protect Sam. He ignored him and concentrated all his attention on Sam.

Sam winced, a feeling of utter helplessness coming over him. That was ok. So be it. He'd do what he had to do. For Dean, he would die. Dean saw the wince of pain on his little brother's face and began to struggle more. "Sam!" Why wasn't he trying to fight the control? Sam was stronger than that. They're had to be a reason that he just took what the immortal dished out, without even trying to fight. Dean didn't like that. He

didn't like that at all. It was like Sam just gave up.

"Feel me Sam," Nemesis concentrated more. "Feel me inside. Feel me Sam. Feel the power."

Suddenly Sam became afraid. He did begin to try. "No," he said, barely audible as a darkness came over him. It occurred to him, that he might be able to save Dean more if he got away, but that occurred to him to late. He didn't think about not giving in. He needed to save his brother. "Oh God, no."

"Sammy!" Dean was beginning to panic, a lot. This was too easy. He wondered if Sam was really trying to fight or just putting on a show for Dean's benefit. Sam was falling under Nemesis control and all Dean could think was that it was way too easy. He looked over at his little brother. It did look like Sam was fighting but he looked so tired and suddenly it hit Dean. Sam was going to save Dean one way or the other and if he lost his soul in the process, so be it. Well the hell with that!

"Don't listen to him Sam," Dean begged. "Come on. I don't want to win. Not this way. You beat him once, you can beat him again."

Sam squeezed his eyes shut. He tried but only half heartedly. Something began inside his head and when he opened them again; his thoughts were savage, slippery, and cold. As he continued to stare at the immortal, the lights in the room became dim and he began to slip.

Suddenly his thoughts turned ugly, bile black and murder red.

"NO!" Dean yelled, frantically as he finally realized what was going on. Sam was fighting but he was sacrificing himself at the same time, to save his brother, to save Dean. "Sam, don't. Don't do this. Don't you dare do this. Stay here. Stay with me.

Nemesis laughed a hateful laugh and stopped bombarding Sam's mind with his thoughts. There was no need to anymore. He had him. The Immortal took Sam with hardly any effort on his part.

Dean was just about to have a fit. "Sammy!" He couldn't loose his brother, not again, not after everything. He wouldn't.

He jumped to his feet and launched himself at the Immortal. Nemesis growled and hit the floor hard, Dean on top. "I'll kill you! You would do that to my brother? You son of a bitch! I'll kill your ass."

Nemesis shoved Dean off of him and with his hands still cuffed behind him; he was no match for the creature. Of course, even with his hands loose, he wasn't a match for him, still he tried, but his efforts were futile and when Sam reached over and grabbed Dean, stopping him from kicking the Immortal and knocking him across the room, he stopped cold. "Sammy?"

Sam grinned and wiggled his fingers at Dean in a wave.

Jack and John continued on down the corridor, heading to the Immortal's lair. They had looked for Ethan for a little while with no results and decided not to worry about him right now. They knew where he was headed. They'd take care of the weasel when they reached their rendezvous. Suddenly, without warning, Jack stopped cold. John collided with him because he had stopped unexpected.

"Jack?"

"Oh God," Jack said.

"What? What is it?" Jack looked at John who saw the fear in his eyes. "Sam," he said simply.

"Yeah, what about him?" Jack didn't answer. "Jack?" John took a hold of Jack's shoulders and shook him hard. "What is it?"

"Sam."

"Jack, we've already established that. What is wrong with Sam? Is he hurt?" Jack looked at John and shook his head, hoping he was wrong.

"He's changed."

"What? Nemesis won't take control of Sam. He's strong."

"He didn't take control of Sam," Jack said.

"What did he do then?"

"Sam gave it." John glared at Jack, astonished. "He did what?"

Brad, Tony and Bryan continued down the opposite corridor, leading them to the same place when Brad also stopped suddenly. It had hit him at the exact same time it had hit his brother.

"Oh no," he said, fearfully.

"What's the matter," asked Bryan. Tony just listened.

"Sam's different." Brad could hardly believe what he was feeling. "He's been changed."

"Changed how," Tony asked, nervously, dreading the answer.

"I think Sam gave Nemesis control."

"What?" Tony and Bryan said at the same time.

"Nemesis has control of Sam and it wasn't purely involuntary."

"Why would he do that?" Bryan asked but deep down inside he already knew. So did Tony.

Brad looked at his friends. "To save Dean."