Hate is a four-letter word

Disclaimer: Nope still nothing but my fevered imagination working overtime as per usual. So Eric Kripke has the honour of owning Supernatural and the characters we all love to hurt.

Disclaimer Number 2: Very important, this story is going to contain hate crime I just want to say that I do not advocate any kind of hate crime ever, in fact it goes against all of my principles but it will be a very important part of the story. I am hoping that the ending will resolve issues brought up throughout the plotline.

Warning: Graphic violence and sexual assault if you are squeamish about these things then please go read one of my tamer stories.

Author's Note: I guess although I have used concussion before in stories I have never really mentioned my own experience with that particular injury. I suffered a closed head injury and severe concussion, (as well as other injuries that still plague me now) eleven years ago when hit by a car while riding my bike home from work. I don't remember the accident, apparently. I was unconscious for at least five minutes, when I came to I was still on the road and I couldn't remember my name, how old I was or anything. Actually, a lot of that afternoon is still a big void, but what I do remember is passing out at the drop of a hat, vomiting a great deal, confusion, oversensitivity and emotionality I tended to burst into tears at the slightest thing and from what I was told I was slightly childish at times when I talked. It was all part of the head injury and concussion. So when I write Sam and Dean with a concussion I try to call on my own experience. I hope that my longwinded explanation will help; Sam is going to act a little strangely for the next chapter or so suffering a severe concussion and visions at the sametime. This also brings out Dean's overprotective senses, where he wants to wrap his brother in cottonwool for a while.


CHAPTER TWO

Clarksville Pharmacy

Clarksville

Missouri

Dean hurried down the aisle of the pharmacy searching for a few extra first aid supplies and pain meds for Sam. Chewing his lip he picked a few of packets of paracetamol of varying strengths just in case. Intending on getting ones as strong as possible over the counter when he got to the see the pharmacist his cover story already in place.

'Hey ah my little brother managed to fall off a ladder at work today and got a pretty decent knock to the old head, what's the strongest pain killers we can get until he sees the doc in the morning?' He asked smiling brightly at the young woman behind the counter.

'Would you mind waiting for a moment and I will ask the pharmacist.' She said smiling prettily back. Dean let his gaze wander around the shop while he waited taking in the other customers scattered around and then turned back to the very pretty, young and nubile woman speaking to the chemist.

'Ah young man I hear your brother had a bit of an accident.' The middle-aged man wearing a white coat and half-lens glasses perched on the end of his nose asked as he came out from behind his bench.

'Yeah fell off a ladder and got the back of his head pretty bad.'

'Hmm I see. Did he lose consciousness at all?'

'Yeah at first few a minute and then again back at ... home he passed out when he came too he puked and said that he felt dizzy.'

'Sounds like a concussion, did he get to see a doctor today?'

'Got an appointment for him first thing at the morning at the clinic.' Dean said, 'couldn't get him in before then.'

'Yes, yes our health system is not what it used to be, once the doctor came to you.' The chemist shook his head and then handed Dean a packet of tablets, 'give him two every four hours and if his symptoms worsen or if he passes out for a long period of time then call an ambulance, better to be safe.'

'Ah thanks yeah, hopefully these will do the trick.' Dean smiled as he gave the girl the rest of his purchases and reached into his pocket for his wallet.

'Hey I thought I told you lot that you're not welcome here.' The pharmacist yelled looking over Dean's shoulder to some customers coming into his store.

'Don't get all bent outta shape old man we just need a few things.'

Dean frowned recognising that voice, turning he faced the youths from earlier, all sporting more evidence of the fight than he did.

'Hey looky who we got here, if it aint the little fairy from the bar, where's the boyfriend?'

Dean ignored them, thanked the girl and pharmacist and went to leave when he found his way blocked. 'Look I know you guys probably need a bit more sense knocked into your thick heads but this aint the place.' Dean pushed past them and kept moving towards the door.

'Aw look the pansy don't like to fight anymore.'

'Whatsa matta you gotta get back to the little man?'

'Maybe the other one is the one with balls in the relationship.'

Dean gritted his teeth and forced himself to keep walking, his fingers itching to pull his gun out and then see who, the so-called pansy was, but he had to get back to Sam and he didn't want anything to happen to the shop, the chemist or the girl.

Dean made it back to the impala before he heard footsteps behind him taking a deep breath he let his fingers brush across his gun. 'Listen I don't want any trouble.'

'I'm sorry it's just when I saw those idiots ... are you okay?' The young girl asked him her voice trembling with fear, 'they think that they can do whatever they like here.'

'Oh hi, sorry bout that ... thanks for the warning, my name's Dean.'

'Hey Dean I'm Christy, those jerks think that they can do whatever they like ... oh your brother he didn't fall off a ladder did he?'

'No, we were drinking at the tavern and ah got a little surprise when we left.'

'Did you do that to them?' Christy asked sounding stronger and less afraid.

'Yeah kindof.' Dean admitted rubbing his the back of his neck, 'they started it.'

'Oh I wouldn't believe anything but something I should tell you, that guy Dick ... his Dad is the local sheriff and runs the Arian camp just out of town.'

'Arian camp?'

'Yeah some sort of white supremacist group, they moved in about a year ago, next thing we have a new sheriff and well ...'

'Explains a lot.' Dean grinned, 'listen Christy I had better get back to Sam but thanks.'

'Um this is my cell number call me anytime Dean.' Christy smiled pressing a small piece of paper in his hand.

'Are you okay; I mean do you need a lift anywhere?' Dean asked glancing around at the dark car park.

'I'm fine my car is just there.' Christy pointed to the small car parked two bays down from them.

'Well still I'll wait and watch you go, you know just in case.' Dean said leaning into the impala, he turned the headlights on illuminating her small red car.

'thanks Dean.' Christy smiled shyly she waved and practically ran to her car. Locking her door, she started the engine and waved goodbye again to Dean before pulling out of the now deserted car park. Dean glanced around before sliding in behind the wheel and followed Christy's car out onto the main road.

He drove slowly through the streets watching out for any further problems until he reached the motel room. His side ached from the long cut, his head hurt and he just wanted to get some sleep, but first he had to make sure that Sam was okay.

'Sammy?' He cried out when he saw the door wide open, knowing that he had locked it himself. Fisting his gun he cautiously entered the room and dropped his shopping on the floor just inside the door. Cautiously he felt along the wall for the light switch, 'Sammy?' he called out as he flicked the lights on. The bright overhead lighting flood the room with a harsh light making Dean blink a few times before his eyes adjusted.

'Oh God.' He stared around at the damage done to their motel room blood splatters still glistened wet, 'Sammy where?' A soft groan met his ears turning to the space between the beds he found his baby brother.

'Oh no Sammy.' Dean gasped dropping to his knees next to Sam. 'What the fuck happened to you?'

'D-Dean?' Sam whispered reaching out blindly, his left eye completely swollen shut but it was his right eye that made Dean's stomach lurch violently, covered with a red film, he had bleeding somewhere in there.

'Hey little bro I'm here.' Dean said not sure of where to touch Sam, there was so much blood. 'What the fuck is going on?'

'Dean ... they ... they whipped...' Sam slumped forward into Dean's arms unable to sustain his consciousness any longer. Swallowing down on the rising bile Dean inspected Sam's back, he said they whipped ... 'Oh sweet mother ... no Sammy.' His fingers skimmed over the long bleeding welts crisscrossing Sam's back. 'Sammy?'

'Dean ... demon was ...with ... them.' Sam pushed the words out against Dean's shoulder as he fought his way back through the pain of haze.

'Sammy? I have to get you to a hospital.'

'No Dean ... no, they'll ... no hospitals.' Sam rallied enough strength to push away from Dean to try to look at his brother's face, 'they ... said ...no ...'

'Sam?'

'No ... gays ... allowed.' Sam's words started to slur as he pushed them out, 'so ... cold.'

'Can you sit up?' Dean asked hating the thought of having to move his brother, 'damn it I wasn't gone that long they must have been watching us all along.'

'Dean?' Sam frowned, 'it ... let ... me know.'

'Know what Sammy?'

'Demon.' Sam said gripping Dean's arms tightly he let his brother help him up onto the bed.

'Okay Sammy can you sit there for a second?' Dean asked worriedly as he watched his brother start to list to his left, 'I'll be right back, stay on the bed okay?'

'Owkay.' Sam blinked and concentrated on staying upright.

Dean grabbed the new supplies, then slammed the door shut bracing it with a chair, and then ... 'damn it Sammy the salt line?'

'I-I did do one.' Sam admitted slowly lifting his head to look over at his brother.

'They must have smudged it first and then let the demon in.' Dean muttered as he quickly drew another one and then he dropped the supplies next to Sam, running to the kitchen he grabbed a bowl and filled it with warm water and then finally got all of the towels from the bathroom. 'I should be calling an ambulance.' He muttered kneeling in front of his battered brother.

'No, no that's where they'll ...ah ... they'll look ... for us.' Sam insisted.

Tenderly Dean wiped the blood away from Sam's face, dipping the towel in the water each time staining the clear liquid red. Two bowls later Dean finally managed to clean most of Sam's facial wounds and the various abrasions on his chest and arms, 'I'm gonna have to do your back now.' Dean said softly, 'can you lie facedown for me?'

Sam nodded wearily happy to be lying down for a while, 'fuck me.' Dean gasped when he got a clear look at the damage done.

'Dean what is it?' Sam asked twisting his neck to peer up at his brother.

'Nothing Sammy, I just have to get some fresh water.' Dean said bolting into the bathroom, he braced himself on the basin and felt the dry heaves shudder through him, splashing cold water on his face he forced himself to calm down; Sammy needed him, time to breakdown later.

'Dean?' He could hear the panic in Sam's strained voice, 'Dean?'

'I'm right here.' Dean called carrying the bowl of fresh water to the bed, putting it on the nightstand he sat on the edge of the bed and stared in revulsion at his brother's torn back. Tenderly he cleaned each welt individually, 'Sam I'm gonna have to stitch a couple of these.'

'Okay.' Sam mumbled the pain and fear evident in his voice.

'I got some strong painkillers from the pharmacy do you think you can swallow a couple.'

'yeah.' Sam pushed himself up onto shaking arms, 'I'm okay Dean.'

'Yeah, yeah and I'm the tooth fairy.' Dean mumbled as he helped Sam sit up and then he gave him two tablets and held the water for him. Once done he eased Sam back down and went to get the needle and thread ready, thanking the unknown entities that he did decide to stock up on supplies earlier.

'Dean we ... can't stay here.' Sam managed to get out as the drugs took hold and he let his eyes drift shut. Taking advantage of Sam's drugged state Dean neatly and quickly stitched the worst of the lash marks, swearing vengeance on each individual one. He couldn't help but think of what Sam said, a demon was involved.

A demon running a white supremacist group.

Dean finished fixing Sam's back, double-checked the salt lines and then busied himself packing their bags, and then he cleaned and loaded their weapons, loaded the car and waited for Sam to rouse. The biggest problem he had was working out a way for Sam to travel comfortably. He stared down at the slip of paper in his hand, Christy's phone number, but was she trustworthy or did she make sure that Dean didn't return to the motel straight away. Was it all a ruse when they saw Dean leave Sam alone?

'Dean?' Sam pushed himself up until he was sitting, the sheen of sweat the telltale sign of his exertion, 'Dean you okay?'

'Dude what are you doing awake?'

'The pain killers are wearing off.' Sam admitted with a rueful grin, 'thanks by the way.'

'What for?'

'Patching me up again.' Sam blinked and then gingerly felt his swollen eye, 'damn.'

'Yeah no beauty pageants for you for a while.' Dean grinned, 'how's the other eye?'

'I ah can see most things, just blurry.'

'That's something,' Dean muttered as he came closer to check Sam's eyes and then he moved around the bed to check the stitches, 'feel like moving?'

'Getting out of this room? Yeah for sure.' Sam said but the thought of standing up made him feel weak kneed.

'Okay so how?'

'That Sammy boy is already thought of,' Dean grinned as he went over to stand in front of his brother, 'ready?'

Swallowing hard Sam nodded and gripped Dean's forearms tightly, letting his brother guide him upright, slowly they made their way to the car out the front, letting Sam slide himself in using the door for a brace Dean went back inside for a second and came back with some towels. Packing them behind Sam he eased his bother back against the cushioning of the towels, 'not for long promise.' Dean smiled as he ran for the driver's side. The Winchesters drove out of the motel carpark just as the sun appeared on the horizon.

As they pulled out Dean could have sworn he saw Christy standing in the window of the motel's private residence watching them. Shaking his head he pressed his foot down on the accelerator and quickly drove through the pre-dawn deserted streets, on the outskirts of Clarksville, opposite to where they were staying Dean pulled up and stared at the cabin motel in front of them. A private cabin would be perfect away from prying eyes for Sam to recuperate and for them to find out more about the group.

'How you going there Sammy?' Dean asked glancing over to look at his brother, in the morning light he could see the unhealthy sheen of sweet covering Sam's face and the green tint to his skin. 'Not much longer.' He promised waiting to see movement at the office. An hour later he pulled up in front of their cabin, hidden perfectly from the main road by the others and by a lush garden and wooded area.

Unloading the car first Dean prepared a bed for Sam and then he ran back to the car to help his brother. Slowly Sam unfolded his long legs and using both the door and Dean to brace himself he lifted himself up gasping as the movement pulled his torn back.

'Take your time Sammy.' Dean said watching his brother carefully.

'Dean ... your side ... it's bleeding.' Sam panted out staring down at the spreading red stain on Dean's T-shirt.

'Ah crap.' Dean muttered, 'it's alright Sammy don't worry bout it.'

'Dean?'

'Nah I just bumped it getting the bags out of the car, it'll be fine, come on let's get you inside before you fall down.' He guided Sam inside and then over to the bed furtherest from the door.

'Dean I ...' Sam gasped as the pain spiked again the exertion too much for him, 'Dean?'

'Okay Sammy I'm just going to get some painkillers for ya, you right for a minute?'

Sam nodded wordlessly, the pain in his head intensifying with each passing second, realising what was happening Sam groaned and felt himself slide to the floor.

'Sam!' Dean watched his brother slide off the bed and onto the floor, grasping the sides of his head as he sobbed in pain. 'Sam!'

'Argh Dean ... my ... head ... vision.' Sam's body bucked as the pain grew in intensity until he passed out, blood trickled from his right eye and nose, as Dean dropped down, his heart pounding and eyes wide as he didn't know what to do for his brother or who to trust enough to ring.

'Dean.' Sam moaned after barely minutes, 'an-another a-attack.'

'Dude?'

'Two black boys ... they're only ...kids.' Sam wept as unconsciousness claimed him.

'Damn it all to hell ... what do I do now?' Dean yelled frustrated, the tugging pain from his side only added fuel to his anger.

TBC