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.

This one is for 1pagan3 ask and you shall receive sweetie.

Chapter 10

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The stench of sulphur filled the building and made everyone inside bolt for fresh air, not understanding where it came from or why.

'Where are they?' the cruelly sharp toned voice echoed through the halls, 'where the fuck are they?'

Raw recruits and seasoned members all gathered in groups in the training yard, not wanting to go near the offices and face the wrath of the leader. Most of which have never seen him or heard him speak.

A tall creature dressed in black strode through the building snarling as it made its way outside to the night air. Straight black hair slicked back and down gave the appearance of short hair, but it was fashioned into a fashionable plait trailing down its back. The skin leathery and dark red in colour with coal black eyes. The teeth pointed and razor sharp filled the oblong mouth and a long black tongue menaced the thin lips. Humanoid in appearance it wore a designer black silk suit and shining black shoes finished the look. It garnered complete attention as it strode past the ranks. 'Where are they?' It repeated coming to a stop at the top of the outer stairs.

Bobby, Clay and Will stepped to one side exposing the recaptured prisoners from behind them. Sam lay on a pallet, unconscious and barely breathing, next to him lay Dean with his broken leg splintered and his wrists and ankles tied to the bars of the pallet and on his knees next to Dean was Caleb.

'Ah so I have the famous Winchester brothers.' The demon smiled happily, 'something no one else was able to do.'

'What do you mean brothers?' Dick staggered forward, his breath reeking of whiskey. 'They're fucking faggots.'

The demon hissed and waved his hand at the annoyance, Dick started to choke and collapse, his face turning blue, white and then a mottled purple before dropping dead where he stood.

'Any other interruptions?' It looked around at the supremacists daring any of them to speak out. Dick's father stayed rooted to where he stood, his eyes fixed in horror at his son's body. How could that happen?

Gliding down the stairs the demon came to a stop in front of Dean and kicked the hapless youth's broken leg. 'Hmm I always thought he was bigger.' It mused, looking up he beckoned Bobby towards him, 'take the prisoner to the lower cells I want it tended to and then ready for further interrogation.'

'Yessir.' Bobby managed to choke out as he watched the demon move to stand beside Sam, 'take this one to the doctor, he can do as he wishes with it.'

'Yessir.' Bobby swallowed deeply, 'the third Sir?'

'Ah yes the traitor...' The demon stood in front of Caleb, 'readjustments and reassimilation he can still be a productive member of the cause.'

'Yessir,' Bobby snapped out, saluting the demon feeling physically ill because of it.

After the demon left, Bobby got Clay and Will to carry Sam to the infirmary while he took Cal and Dean down to the lower level cells. Furiously he tried to think of a way out for them all and his nausea grew.

'Doc you here? We got a new one for ya.' Clay called hating what he had to do with a passion, the kid lying on the stretcher was on death's doorstep, this was just plain cruel.

'What we got?'

'Aside from the usual torture, he got tipped with one of your darts.' Clay said, 'looks like he has had classic symptoms and is fast heading into the final stages.'

'Hmm so he has already gotten through the hallucination and true memory part.'

'Yeah I guess so ... where do you want him?'

'Strap him down on the table, you Will you go and get the antidote for me.'

'Doc?'

'Gonna try something.' The doctor smirked as he regarded Sam's face for a minute, 'once you got a dose ready give it to him and then clean his injuries, I have a call to make and then I'll be with you.'

'Sure doc.' Will spared a glance at Clay as he pulled the dose and injected it into Sam's arm. 'What's all that about?'

'Dunno but I don't like it.' Clay whispered, 'how much did you give him?'

'One dose can't get the doc suss about it.' Will said watching Sam closely before he started to clean the wounds, 'Jesus Clay this kid should be dead.'

'Yeah I know, and I also know that he didn't deserve that.' Clay said helping Will roll Sam over and indicated the whip marks some of which were infected and filled with puss.

'I'm gonna puke.' Will said as he pulled the last of the soiled dressings from the wounds, 'oh god Clay that skin's black under there.'

'Clean it up as much as you can Will, I'm gonna go and check on the others.'

'If this kid survives then he's gonna be a walking miracle.' Will muttered, then as gently as he could he started to clean each welt, changing the water and antiseptic too often for comfort. Once he had the area washed, he started meticulously picking flakes of dirt and dead skin from each of them. Finally, he resutured the stitches that burst, put a few new ones in and then applied a thick smear of medicated ointment over them, before he covered them with gauze and white bandage squares. Taping them down around the edges. Carefully he rolled Sam over and started to repeat the process of cleaning his wounds and then checked his ribs and the abdominal bruising. Just as he finished the arduous and horrific job the doctor returned, 'well done Will, where has the other one gone?'

'To check on the status of the other prisoners doc, one has a broken leg.'

'Ah yes, yes and did you administer the antidote?'

'Yessir he should be coming around soon.'

'Very good, now make sure that his wrists and ankles are nice and tightly bound I don't want him moving around too much.' The doctor said without glancing down at his victim.

'So what's the plan doc?' Will asked as he tied Sam down, trying to distance himself from his task in his mind but failing rapidly.

'Once he is sufficiently recovered from the serum I am going to administer a controlled dosage of the serum and take him through the hallucination and memory process, I want to see how far that can be manipulated.'

'You're gonna cure him and then poison him again?' Will asked incredulously.

'Yes why? Is there a problem William?' the doctor glared at the young man.

'No, no Sir just curious as to why?'

'Ah you see, not everyone given the serum has in fact lasted this long, I want to see what would happen if it is reversed and then administered in a controlled setting, the kid is basically dead anyway.'

'True doc, aint like anyone's gonna miss him.'

'So here we go, he's starting to come around.' The doctor smiled coldly and watched as Sam's eyes flickered and he slitted them open. 'Good to see you back amongst the living.'

'Where?' Sam squeezed his eyes shut and winced, 'head hurts.'

'The infirmary, I will give you something for that.' The doctor said with false sincerity, giving Sam a mild pain reliever into the IV port in his hand, 'so young man can you tell me your name?'

'S-Sam W-Winchester.' Sam tried to look up at the man again but the pain behind his eyes made it virtually impossible.

'Just let the medicine do its job.' The doctor said, 'I am Doctor Eugene Banks and you are here in my custody.'

'D-Dean?'

'Who?'

'Brother?' Sam licked his lips and tried to focus on the face floating above him, 'where's m-my b-brother?'

'I have no idea who you are referring too.' Banks dismissed Sam's question and injected the serum into the port. 'Now let's see what happens now.'

Sam screamed. Loud and laced with agony as his back arched and his body shook with the shock of the poison flooding through him again. 'No!' He repeatedly yelled as another spasm rocked his frail body, soon his bandages were soaked with blood from the reopening of his wounds and he flopped back onto the table delirious and moaning lowly.

'What is your name?' The doctor asked picking up his clipboard.

Sam groaned and writhed fighting the effects of the poison, 'no Dad please I'm sorry.' He wept.

Eugene Banks stared at his victim in shock, indicating for Will to pick up the tape recorder to get it down on tape.

'Why are you sorry?'

'I screwed up again, please Dad please I'll be better.' Sam cried his lower lip trembling, 'don't leave me behind I want to go with you and Dean.'

'Ah but you did screw up Sam, it's all your fault.' The doctor took up the antagonists role.

'Don't leave me behind Dad please, I'll do whatever you want me to do.'

'You are a whiny brat do you know that.'

'Yeah, yeah Dad I do, but I promise to do better, to train harder with Dean, I can Dad.'

'How?'

'I won't argue with you anymore, I'll be good Sam just like Dean.'

'You can never be as good as Dean.'

'I-I know daddy I know I'm sorry, Sammy's sorry daddy.' Sam wept openly, his eyes open and unfocused sought out his father's face. 'Daddy?'

'What is it Sam?'

'Why did you hurt me? I did what you wanted me to.'

'You know why don't you.'

'Uhhuh coz I touched your guns and only Dean can touch em.'

'Bad boys have to be punished Sam.'

'Sammy so sowree.' Sam sobbed until he started to hyperventilate.

'Sam, Sam calm down now tell me about your Dad.' Banks ordered deciding on a different tack, wanting to find out more about a man who trains his sons and has more than one gun.

'He's a hero.' Sam hiccuped.

'What kind of hero.'

'He saves lives, he hunts bad things and makes them go away.' Sam smiled wistfully, 'he takes Dean with him but ...'

'But what Sam?'

'I screw up too much and Dean gets hurt so Dad gets mad with me and makes me stay at home.'

'What happened at home?'

'No.'

'Sam?'

'No Dad won't believe me he'll just say that I'm making it up coz I can't take responsibility for my-myself.'

'What happened at home Sam you have to tell me.'

'It-it came in the window I tried to warn Dad but he wouldn't listen to me, said that I was too young to understand and that I don't know enough. But I knew, I did the research.'

'What happened Sam?'

'It came in through the window and I tried to fight back but it kept coming and I couldn't move,' Sam's eyes started to track violently from side to side as he relived the moment. 'It's favourite prey was teenage boys, especially young ones, Dad said that it was nonsense and that I was making it up coz I wanted to go on the hunt. I tried to tell Dean but Dad got mad at me and locked the door so I had to stay in there.' Tears streamed down Sam's face as he watched the scene unfolding in front of him. 'I salted the doors but I didn't have enough to do all of the windows, guess that was my fault too. It came about an hour later, I couldn't ... it pinned me down on the bed, it was cold and felt strange. Got so tired, and it hurt ah it hurts so much ... where's daddy? Where's Dean?'

'Sam what is it?' Will asked, he found that he was fast becoming involved in the memory just as much as Sam and the doctor.

'A spirit, a really bad one he lured young boys from their homes, raped and killed them. They executed him but kept part of him as a trophy and that became cursed and he linked to it. Boys kept disappearing each year around the anniversary of his death, Dad wouldn't believe me when I told him, that his victims were my age. Said I was being hysterical.'

'What did that spirit do to you Sam?'

'Don't member much, Dean came home really angry and found the spirit on top of me he shot it with rock salt, he said that I nearly died, but it was my fault.'

'Why your fault Sam?'

'Coz I should have been able to fight it off, that I should have made sure that there was enough salt to line windows and the doors. That I was the right age, I was twelve years old. Who does that to a twelve year old boy?'

'Sam?'

'I did everything that bastard wanted me too, and more, fuck I trained more, I ran faster, I studied more, I got a freaking scholarship to Stanford but I was never good enough.' Sam yelled his anger overriding his terror.

'What else Sam?'

'He yelled at me told me it was my fault that the spirit raped me, he yelled at me coz Dean got hurt doing the salt-n-burn, he told me to leave and never come back.' Sam started to hyperventilate, choking on each breath he tried to gasp in.

His back arched off the table as the poison pushed its way through his system, blood trickled from his ears, nose and eyes, as he slammed back onto the bed and started to tremble uncontrollably. 'Doctor look.' Will gasped staring past the doctor, Banks turned gaping at the sight behind him. Test tubes, instruments, books, vials they all danced in the air spinning dizzily around them.

'Sam?' The doctor turned back to the distraught young man on the bed, 'Sam are you doing this?'

'I couldn't save Dean, the accident was my fault, I was driving when the semi hit us. I couldn't shoot Dad no matter how much he yelled. My fault Dean was in a coma, my fault Mom died, my fault Jessica died, now my fault Dean's gone. I'm evil, darkside Dad said that Dean had to kill me and now ... but no Dean's not here. Ha look at the duckies Dean, will daddy let us have a duck? ... hush little baby don't you cry ... hide Sammy hide, so daddy won't find us ... please Dean I need you don't be mad. It's all my fault.'

'Doctor please give him some relief this is cruel.' Will cried out as Sam kept rambling, the objects span around them so fast that it made him nauseous. 'Doctor what are you going to do?'

'Give him a half dose of the antidote, and another full shot of the sedative I have already loaded, I want him docile but coherent.'

'Half dose of the antidote? Sorry just making sure doc.' Will added quickly when he saw the doctor's face.

'I'm going to see the boss, this tape could be useful in interrogating the brother.'

'We have the brother?' Will stalled for time trying to work out what to do.

'Yes, yes it was only a smokescreen saying that they were gay.' The doctor said dismissively, 'boss knew that would get the ranks riled up if they thought that they were raging homos.'

'Ah okay, makes sense.'

'Clean him up and have him sedated I want to try a few other things when I get back.' Banks ordered and then strode out of the room with the tape in hand.

After the two injections, Sam seemed to calm down and the floating objects dropped suddenly, clattering to the floor. Once Will knew that the doctor was gone, he redrew the antidote and gave Sam the rest of a full dose.

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Dean struggled against the bonds holding him to the bed, his broken leg encased in a heavy cast and his other injuries all nicely dressed but they couldn't fix the break in his heart, they couldn't fix the pit forming in his stomach.

'Dean boy?' Bobby whispered sliding into the cell, 'I got news on Sammy.'

'Bobby?' Dean blinked up at his friend and mentor.

'Sam's alive, in the infirmary they gave him some of the antidote but ...'

'What?'

'That moron of a doctor is playing with Sam and the serum, gives him so much and then poisons him again.'

'Sammy.'

'Dean listen to me I aint got much time, they're gonna use a tape of Sam in one of those memory thingies, it's pretty ... powerful.'

'What about?'

'When he was twelve and yer daddy left him locked up alone and the spirit got in and well attacked Sammy. You got hurt in the salt and burn.'

'Yeah I thought I lost Sam then, he never spoke a word for three months.'

'Apparently that eedjit of yer daddy blamed Sammy for it.'

'Not again.' Dean banged his head on the pillow, 'fuck Bobby I'm beginning to wonder if Sam and I had different fathers.'

'Dean.'

'It's okay Bobby, when we get outta here I'm gonna make sure that Sammy won't have to relive bad memories anymore. Gonna make good ones to replace em. Can't do much about our old man but I can do something about us.'

TBC