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.

Chapter 11

Dean pulled himself up as far as he could and stared at his friend, 'you have to get me outta here Bobby, before they ...'

'I know son, time to start fighting back.' Bobby said with conviction, 'look I need you to wait here until I can spring Caleb and I'll be back.'

'Bobby they're gonna kill Sammy.'

'I'll be right back Dean, just hang in there.' Bobby squeezed Dean's shoulder and then slipped out of the cell leaving Dean alone with his morose thoughts.

'Damn this all to hell.' Bobby muttered as he went in search of Caleb's cell, he had to find Will and Clay as well to get Sam out. Coming to a sudden stop, he glanced around him and then he smiled grimly and hurried in the opposite direction. Unlocking the cell door Bobby strode in with his gun poised taking out the two guards without another thought stepping over their bodies he went to the assimilation chamber and shot the attendant while he was strapping Caleb to the large chair.

'Bobby?' The younger man gasped as he blinked furiously trying to clear his blurred sight.

'Yeah it's me Cal, now we gotta move and move quickly can you get back to the cells and free Dean I'm gonna go get Sam, Will and Clay this is ending now.' Bobby said watching Caleb carefully, 'you sure you're up to this?'

'Bring it on dude.' Caleb declared.

S--------D

Sam slowly opened his eyes and stared up at the face hovering over him, swallowing convulsively, he tried to hide his fear but his clouded mind couldn't distinguish friend from foe.

'Sam, Sam it's me Bobby.' Bobby ran a hand over Sam's cheek and tried to get him to focus but the poison raged through his system fighting the antidote for domination. 'Come on Sam we have to go and find Dean.'

'Dean?' Sam whispered, 'no, no lost Dean.'

'No you haven't Sam he's not far from here but we have to get going.'

'No, no they took him away from me coz I'm bad.' Sam wept and turned his face away, 'leave me lone.'

'Can't do that kiddo, Dean is waiting for us with Caleb.' Bobby finished untying Sam's restraints his stomach churning when he saw the amount of blood pooling beneath the younger man.

'Bobby?' Will stood in the doorway with a stunned look on his face, 'what's going on?'

'Change of plans come and help me get Sam up and moving.' Bobby ordered not bothering to look up at Will. 'We're getting Dean and getting the hell outta dodge.'

'They'll kill you before you get two feet outside the compound.'

'Nah done a bit of housekeeping.' Bobby said mysteriously, 'ah Sam son I am so sorry.'

'No, no my fault.' Sam slurred his words as his head fell forward, his chin resting on his chest a slow bubble of giggles erupted from deep within his throat. 'My fault, it's all my fault. My turn to pay the piper.'

'Come on Sam you gotta work with me here.' Bobby slung Sam's long arm over his own shoulders as he guided the tall and awkward young man towards the door when he felt some of the weight lifting, glancing across he stared at Will on the other side of Sam supporting the injured young man between them. 'Thanks son.'

'Yeah well let's get em outta here and then you can thank me.' With infinite slowness, they made their way across the compound, 'funny how we're not getting stopped.' Will added.

'Yeah well like I said I did a bit of housekeeping.'

'Like what?'

'Laced the water with enough sedatives to knock out Morpheus himself.' Bobby grinned, 'and locked a few doors, most of em here are good kids they just got duped by a demon with a redneck complex.'

'Speaking of which.'

'Yeah well at the moment he should be trapped in a devil's trap.'

'I don't want to know do I?'

'Nah son you don't.' Bobby smirked and readjusted his grip on Sam's pants, 'not gonna keep him forever but at least until we can exorcise that bastard.'

Finally, they reached Dean's cell and staggered inside to find Caleb, Dean and Clay waiting for them, 'Sammy?' was all Dean uttered as he stared up at his younger sibling. Carefully Will and Bobby lowered Sam until he lay with his head on Dean's lap giving the brothers the physical connection they craved so badly.

'Okay I'm gonna go exorcise that bastard, Caleb can you and Clay get Sam and Dean to the trucks?'

'Yeah think so.'

'Whatever you hear ignore it, all you have to do is get the truck and get these boys loaded up coz when we go, we're gonna be leaving with a pack of hell hounds on our heels.'

'Nice imagery old man.' Caleb said with a tight smile.

'Nuff of the old.' Bobby grumbled, 'watch yer backs, I managed to get most of them but there's still a few floating around.'

'They're already gone.' Clay said 'I'll go and get the truck.'

'Bobby?' Dean glanced up at the older hunter with a questioning look, 'Sammy is he?'

'He's gonna get through all of this Dean I promise ya.'

Dean watched Will and Bobby disappear again into the murky light of the cell block, his left hand hovered over Sam's heart and his right cupped his brother's cheek. Cursing his broken leg and his inability to help in the final fight Dean leant his head back against the coolness of the brick wall, when he heard hurried footsteps approaching. Caution overriding anything else Dean left his hand resting over Sam's heart and with the other picked up a gun and with a shaking hand aimed it at the doorway.

'Drop it kid or yer brother gets it.' The sheriff snarled aiming his cocked rifle directly at Sam's head, 'and with the shape you're in I reckon I'm pretty safe.'

'What do you want?'

'You and yer cohorts have upset my nice little setup and that aint very nice.'

'Yeah well I aint feeling very sociable lately.' Dean countered watching the new arrival carefully.

'Never mind, if this is gonna fall well then you two are gonna be at ground zero.'

'Gee not that I would've ever guessed.' Dean ground out, 'you're supposed to be a man of the law and yet you ... you help em.'

'Yeah well my son Dick thrived here and kept him off the streets, I kinda saw it as a win-win situation. He was happy doing what he wanted to do, I got all the ... undesirables off my streets and well the Master got what he wanted out of it. Everyone wins.'

'Dean?' Sam stirred and stared up at his brother's blurred features, 'dead yet?'

'Nah Sammy not yet.' Dean said sparing a quick glance down at his brother before returning his attention to the sheriff. 'So whatcha think you're gonna do with us?'

'First up might put that brother of yours out of his misery.' The Sheriff menaced Sam with his gun, 'then parade you around as the ultimate traitor to the Arian race before yer executed along with yer friends.'

'Wow, and did you think that up yourself?' Dean sniped, 'don't strain your brain.'

'Move away from your brother now.' The sheriff cocked his gun once again and aimed at Sam's head. 'Let him go and you slide over here.'

'How about you drop your gun and I'll think about letting you live.' Dean said very slowly before taking aim and shooting the man in the leg. Yelling in fright and pain the sheriff dropped his rifle and fell to the floor grasping his bleeding thigh.

'You little bastard.' He screamed.

'Yeah I know but at least I'm a good shot.' Dean smirked weakly dropping his hand to his knee and rested the gun there. The sounds of boots pounding the soft ground alerted Dean and he sat up a little straighter, pulling his gun up a little higher, he glanced over at the still whimpering sheriff and shook his head in disgust. Typical bully, can do what he likes until someone stands up to him and then he collapses into a quivering heap of jelly.

'Dean!' Caleb yelled as he hurried as fast as his aching body carried him, 'Dean, Sam you guys?'

'We're fine Cal, honestly we're fine.' Dean chuckled and dropped his gun, sure that help was on the way he could let himself relax slightly 'you missed out on the party Dude.'

'Looks like it.' Caleb grinned widely as he aimed a kick at the sheriff's bleeding gunshot wound, 'dang sorry bout that must've slipped, whoops did it again.'

'Dean?' Sam's soft voice broke through the attempted humour and violence. 'Cold Dean.'

'Hey Sammy, just hold on, we're getting you outta here.' Dean said cupping Sam's face in his hands, 'look at me Sammy.'

'C-cold, so cold.' Sam shivered, his bowed lips turning a shade of blue as he struggled to keep awake and breathing.

'It's the shock and blood loss Sam.' Caleb spoke while he rummaged around to find an old blanket to cover the trembling younger man. 'You're gonna be fine.'

'No, no too tired wanna go to sleep.'

'Stay with me just a little while longer okay Sammy.' Dean pleaded not caring if tears ran down his face.

'Kay ... Dean?'

'Yeah dude?'

'Sorry.'

'What for?'

'Making you choose between me and dad like I did, it was all my fault.'

'Never your fault Sammy, dad was a mean bastard at times, it was never you.' Dean brushed Sam's fringe back off his face and smiled down at his brother. 'Hey Sammy you remember when we were kids and I fell out of the tree, must've been something like seven or eight.'

'Yeah you scared me big time.'

'And what did you do?'

'Made sure that you were alright and then went and got help.' Sam said slowly, 'you, you hurt your arm.'

'How old were you Sam?'

'Four I guess.'

'Yeah you were and you ran an' got dad and got me all fixed up. I dunno what I would've done without ya there Sam.'

'Dean I ...'

'You're not worthless, you're not a failure; you're one of the bravest men I know and the smartest by far. Which is par for the course coz I'm the better looking one.'

'Yeah right Dean.' Sam sighed and leant into Dean's touch a little more. 'I really tried to do what dad wanted, I just didn't know what to do back then I guess.'

'Sam ... hey Sammy come on keep your eyes open for me.' Dean patted Sam's cheek as he watched the normally bright green eyes close on the painfilled dullness invading them.

'Dean?' Caleb touched the older brother's arm and waited for an answer.

'He's sleeping.' Came the whispered reply.

S---------D

Bobby continued to recite the exorcism as winds picked up around him and the demon kept trying to break through the devil's trap and then resorted to throwing anything and everything at the human.

As he finished the ritual Bobby splashed the last of his holy water on the creature for good measure as it vanished into a cloud of noxious black smoke and disappeared into the cracks in the floor.

Exhausted Bobby rushed back to where he told the others to meet him, glancing around at the empty compound he started to wonder if this was all too easy and that someone was setting them up.

'Where's Clay?' Will asked as they finished loading Caleb, Sam and Dean into the flat bed of the truck. 'Clay?'

'Dunno but we aint got time to dick around.' Bobby growled, 'Clay get your but out here now.' He yelled.

A lone gunshot echoed in the silence startling the escapees, 'we have to go now.' Bobby yelled at Will tugging at his arm, 'we have to get the boys outta here.'

Just as they jumped into the cab of the truck, Bobby caught sight of Clay running towards them closely followed by two of the guards, blood streamed from his shoulder and he clutched something tightly to his chest. 'Wait!'

'Fuck it.' Bobby growled throwing the truck into gear he floored it across the compound and then put it into a 180˚ spin.

Taking aim, Will fired at the guards giving Clay a chance to jump onto the back of the truck. 'Go! Go!'

Bobby once again sped off leaving behind a cloud of dust and a layer of rubber from the tyres as they crashed through the barriers and fled the compound.

Risking a quick glance in the rear vision mirror Bobby frowned when he noticed that no one was following them, they couldn't be that lucky it just doesn't happen.

'We're going to get the boy's car at the cabin motel and my truck, we have to ditch this one ASAP.' He shouted over at Will who still sat with his gun cocked and ready. 'Keep an eye open when we hit town.' Bobby said, 'got a feeling we might hit a ambush.' As the words left his mouth Bobby stared at the road ahead of them where a barricade of sheriff's cars and heavily armed officers. 'Fuck.'

'Now what?' Will looked at Bobby, 'we go crashing through we risk them hitting the guys in the back.'

'Yell at em to hold tight in the back.' Bobby said as he suddenly left the asphalt and fishtailed the truck through the brush and dirt, 'and hold on yerself.'

'Shit Bobby!' Will yelled his eyes bright with excitement and adrenaline, 'Holy shit.'

'You said it son.' Bobby grinned at Will as he negotiated a narrow space between two trees.

Caleb sat on one side of Sam with Dean on the other trying to buffer the younger man from the constant movement of the speeding truck, shifting his position slightly Dean tried to keep a tight grip on Sam's shoulders as they careened violently through the brush, grimacing with pain as his casted leg smashed against the side, before sliding back. 'Fuck.'

'Dean you okay dude?' Caleb looked over and inspected the long crack down the cast, 'damn man.'

'Sam you okay?' Dean leant over his brother slightly to check his breathing.

'Dean?' Sam's eyes fluttered open just as they hit another ditch, 'wha?'

'Hang in there Sammy.' Dean wrapped one arm around Sam's chest sliding it under his armpits and anchored him to his own chest. Ignoring the soaking blood and gasps of pain coming from Sam. He had to, if he wanted to keep a modicum of his sanity.

'Dean ... gone?'

'Ah shit not now Sammy, just close your eyes and rest huh?'

'Sleepy ... Dean sorry I couldn't ... Oh God Dean I just wanna die and be with you.'

'No Sam, no one's dying not today.' Dean tightened his grip on Sam, 'you're not dying Sam, and I aint dead.'

'Rock a bye baby ... treetops ... wind blows cradle will rock...' Sam started to sing the lullaby again completely lost in his own tortured mind once again. 'down comes cradle an' Sammy will fall.'

After what seemed to be hours the truck finally came to a shuddering stop, blinking furiously to clear his dust filled vision Dean realised that they were actually at the rear of the cabin motel. 'Baby.' He sighed when he saw his gleaming black impala still parked by their prepaid cabin. 'Hey Sammy, Sammy come on wake up dude.'

'No, no please no more.' Sam screwed his eyes up tightly and tried to push away from Dean's tight grip. Wearily Dean placed both of his hands on either side of Sam's face and forced him to be still.

'Open your eyes Sam.' Ordered doing his best John Winchester impersonation.

'Yes Sir.' Sam mumbled and after a couple of failed attempts, he opened his eyes and stared at Dean confusion written across his face.

'We're free Sam, Bobby got us outta there.'

'Free?' Sam repeated reaching out with a tentative hand to touch Dean's face, 'real?'

'Yeah dude I'm real.' Dean didn't know whether he wanted to laugh or cry, looking over Sam's shoulder he saw a grim looking Bobby. 'Hey Bobby nice driving.'

'Thanks ... look boys I hate to rush you guys but we're not outta the woods yet they'll be here any moment.' Bobby pushed his cap up his head and then resettled it, 'Clay can you get Sam and Dean settled in the impala? Sam in the back so he can rest on his stomach and Dean in the front passenger side, I'll drive them and you can follow in my truck with Caleb.'

'I'll go and get their stuff from the cabin.' Caleb said as he limped away, Bobby watched his friend with a concerned stare before returning his attention to helping Sam down from the truck.

When his feet touched the ground Sam gasped and slumped forward into Dean's arms, 'hurts.' He whimpered, 'don't leave me Dean.'

'Right here dude, I'm right here, I just need ya to walk to the car with me can ya do that?'

'Dean?' Sam blinked and lifted his head up slightly to look at his brother, 'th-the c-car?'

'That's it, nice and slow.' Dean coached with brother with each shaky step, not once breaking their physical contact. 'Nearly there Sammy.'

'Argh Dean, no, not now.' Sam grimaced and toppled front first to the ground as a vision assailed him.

Fire crackled around him, the lights exploded in front of him. He turned and tried to focus but all he could see was a wall of flames.

The vision changed and he stood helplessly watching the fight, unable to move, trapped by invisible restraints.

Another flicker and he screamed his back arching with the agony flaring through him.

Dean's lifeless body laid at his feet, his eyes open and fixed, staring unseeingly up at him.

Gunshots filled the silence, the acrid stench of gunpowder choked him.

A body hung from a tree, moving with the strong winds, while blood pooled on the ground below it. The back was devoid of any skin, instead it was a mass of tattered muscles and tendons. The face stared at him, the eye sockets empty. He screamed.

Clutching at his brother's jacket Sam sobbed uncontrollably his mind unable to discern between the forced visions from the serum and the true ones. He trembled and struggled to take deep breathes. He felt his body wanting to shut down, the shock too much for him to comprehend. 'D-Dean?'

'Right here dude, come on Sam don't let it beat you.'

'Don' underst...understand wha.'

'Sh hey Sammy it's alright let's get you into the car and get some sleep.' Dean helped his brother into the back of the impala, he glared at the cast hampering his movement and his need to help Sam.

Sliding into the front passenger seat Dean rested his injured leg on the bench seat sitting side on so that he could keep an eye on Sam and on Bobby's driving of the impala.

'Ready to go?' Bobby asked sliding in behind the wheel and looked at Dean.

'No, I wanna drive.' Dean pouted but sat back and sighed, 'where we going?'

'Not far but hopefully far enough from the ... far enough for you guys to heal.'

'Bobby ...'

'Yeah Dean?'

'Thanks man.' Dean yawned finally letting his own exhaustion and pain free from the tight restraints he placed on them.

Sam curled on the backseat balancing to keep his long legs on the seat, he tried to relax and sleep but the vision kept replaying in his mind. Shudders coursed through him as he tried to work out what was real and what was the result of the poison they forced into him. Tears leaked from his eyes as he tried to calm down but couldn't until he felt feather soft fingers caressing his face. A soft smile played on his lips as he finally let go and relaxed. He released a shuddering breath and felt his body go limp and numb. The words of Comfortably Numb came to mind drowning out his other morbid thoughts. As Bobby drove the car towards safety, Sam hovered between realms.

TBC