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 TWENTY-ONE

'Sam listen to my voice, nothing else just my voice.' Bobby sat directly in front of Sam, the room shrouded in darkness, one flickering candle the only source of light, Dean sat next to Sam but didn't have any physical contact with him, he just sat and watched. 'That's it Sam, there's no other voice except mine, no one can hurt you, no one can touch you, all you can do is listen to me.'

Dean's intense gaze flickered between his brother and the man he considered a father, the hypnosis seemingly helped to calm Sam down and to stop whatever tormented him from gaining access to his mind, but how long could they keep Sam under?

'That's it Sam you're doing great,' Bobby said softly, 'can you tell me where little Sammy is?'

'Hiding, he's safe.' Sam replied in an auto-toned voice.

'What about you Sam?'

'I'm safe, hurts gone.'

'Sam I want you to listen carefully to what I am going to tell you…' Bobby took a deep breath glanced quickly at Dean and then focused back on Sam. 'Every time you feel like the hurt is coming back or anyone tries to get into your mind and to hurt little Sammy I want you to do your breathing exercises and to go straight into the meditation. While you meditate no one can hurt you, no one can hurt little Sammy and no one can take over you. I want you to listen carefully, as soon as you feel threatened start to chant, I am strong, I am strong, I am strong. The only voices you can respond to when in your meditations are mine and Dean's is that understood?'

'Yes, I am strong.'

'That's it Sammy, whenever you feel scared and threatened I want you to go into your trance just like now.'

'I am strong, I am strong, I am strong.'

'That's great Sam, now one more thing you are not the one who caused all of this to happen, you and yer brother are victims and that is all do you understand me Sam?'

'Yes, not my fault.'

'Good boy, okay Sam I am going to count back from ten to one, when I say one you're gonna open yer eyes and feel nice and calm and remember everything we said.' Bobby looked over at Dean for a nod of agreement and then he started the countdown.

'Bobby?' Sam blinked his eyes a few times, as he brought his breathing back to normal, 'thanks.'

'How you doin Sammy?' Dean asked watching his brother's face intently, for any signs of little Sammy's return, he loved the little guy but he was so happy to have his brother back.

'Fine I guess, tired.' Sam tried for a smile but it came out more like a grimace.

'Here take these and go to bed,' Dean pushed two white tablets at his brother and refilled his glass of water while Bobby turned the lights back on and extinguished the candle.

'What are they?' Sam glanced at the tablets before he dropped them on his tongue and swallowed the water thirstily.

'Just some paracetamol.' Dean shrugged, as he helped his little brother up, 'come dude let's get you to bed.'

'Dean Rodgers is coming, I can still feel them.' Sam said his voice slurring slightly, 'man what did you give me?'

'Just something to help ya sleep and dull the pain.' Dean murmured, 'geeze Sammy you could rival the jolly green giant.'

'Oh so funny short-stuff.' Sam giggled and it sounded like music to Dean's ears, 'you ever thought of wearin' heels?'

'Hardy ha-ha.' Dean pushed Sam down onto the bed and lifted his feet for him, 'come one sasquatch give me a bit of help here.'

'Love you Deanie.' Sam whispered as he yawned again and finally slipped into a drugged sleep.

'Love you too Sammy.' Dean whispered and ran his fingers through Sam's hair brushing a stray strand from his face, 'sleep well Sammy.'

'Dean please … don't go.' Sam gripped his brother's arm and whimpered softly, 'they're comin I can see em Deanie.'

'What is it Sam?'

'Hurts … they ah … no … Will he … he… light.' Sam's grip continued to tighten around Dean's wrist as the vision intensified until Dean thought it was going to snap from the force but then as quickly as it started the vision was over, Sam dropped limply against the pillows, 'Will, Dean they're gonna get Will.' Sam mumbled as the drugs took complete control and he faded into a deep slumber.

Dean held his aching wrist to his chest and hurried to find the others, 'Bobby where's Will?'

'Remember he went with Clay and Cal to go and scope out the new camp. They wanted me to go but I didn't why?'

'Sam, Sam had a vision.'

'God.'

'He said that they got Will.' Dean ground out, 'damn it to all hell Bobby I fucking hate this.'

'Dean you need to calm down.'

'Bobby … I can't … I can't leave him but fuck it Bobby this aint fair.'

'Go Dean.'

'What?'

'Go, I'll stay with Sam, go and meet up with Caleb.' Bobby said, 'if you stay you'll go stir crazy and take it out on me and yer brother. Nah don't go denyin' what we both know Dean, you go and git ready an' I'll call Caleb.'

'Thanks Bobby.' Dean's husked out as he hurried to get his weaponry in order and to find his leather jacket, his bruised wrist and cut hand forgotten in his adrenaline rush.

He paused to look down at his sleeping brother and then hurried away before he changed his mind.

S—D

Bobby propped his feet up on a stool and rested his book on his knee, Dean had been gone for a few hours now, and Sam had shown no signs of waking. Bobby didn't know whether it was a good sign or not.

He had copied Sam's scribbling exactly onto his book and now tried to make some sense of them. His warnings of the devil's trap and the sigils made no sense in relation with the rest of them.

After he drained his whiskey-spiked coffee, Bobby put the cup down and stared once again at the seemingly random scrawls. 'I don't freaking believe it, Sam how the hell…?' Bobby chuckled, he turned the page upside down and started to laugh, 'I got it Sammy boy I finally got it.'

'Dean!' Sam cried out, sat up breathing heavily, his eyes wild, and filled with fear, 'Dean!'

'Hush Sam it's alright Dean will be back in a while.'

'Bo-Bobby?' Sam rubbed at his face and winced as he moved his injured arm. 'What?'

'How yer feeling there kiddo?'

'Better I think where did Dean go?'

'He went to catch up with Cal, Will and Clay they should be back soon.'

'Head feels like lead.' Sam mumbled wearily, 'thirsty.'

'Yeah I bet, yer feel up to havin' a shower?'

'Think so…Bobby what's going on?'

Bobby opened his mouth and closed it again, unsure of what to say to the younger man. This was the first time in quite a while that was coherent enough to talk to about all of this but the one person who kept Sam on an even keel was not here.

'They've gone after Rodgers haven't they?' Sam said softly, 'Dean went with the others to hunt down Rodgers.'

'Something like that.'

'What happened Bobby? Did you draw the short straw?' Sam demanded.

'Now it aint like that Sam, first up I offered to stay with you no one made me and secondly well you know whatcha brother's like when he gits a bee in his behind.'

'Yeah I know, Bobby something doesn't feel right.' Sam said, he pulled himself upright and waited for the room to stop spinning, 'I – I'm not sure what but…'

'How bout a coffee that might help git it all in perspective.' Bobby stood up straighter and readjusted his cap, 'and then we'll see about yer shower.'

'Kay.' Sam nodded and frowned as he stared at his bandaged arm, 'Bobby what happened?'

'With what?'

'My arm.'

'Yer cut it, well little Sammy cut it but it was an accident.'

'Don't remember.'

'It's okay Sam, it'll all come back to ya, if ya need it.'

A loud smashing sound started both men, Bobby pulled his gun and made sure that Sam was behind him, 'stay close Sam.'

'It's Rodgers.' Sam whimpered, 'they're here.'

'Sam?'

'I can feel it.'

'Sam listen to me, it's time for you to start yer meditating.'

'No Bobby, I can't leave you alone.'

'Don't ya worry bout me, this is my place, but I need not to worry bout you, I don't want ya to feel bad or anything but they want to hurt you and little Sammy.'

'I-I understand Bobby, I can already feel em trying to get in here.' Sam rubbed the side of his head, 'don't worry bout me Bobby.'

Bobby led Sam downstairs and got him set up in a corner of the library he kept guard while Sam slipped into a meditative trance, once he was satisfied with Sam's safety he hurried around to salt the doors and windows before he poured a thick line of salt around the door to the library and the window.

A loud crash sounded their arrival and Bobby moved to do the one thing he promised Dean, he protected Sam.

S—D

Rodgers stood over the unconscious and bleeding body of Bobby Singer, the old hunter had put up quite a fight but in the end, his soldiers were too strong. Two of his soldiers held a pliant Sam between them; their prisoner seemed to be unaware of their presence he could see his lips moving and bent closer to hear, 'I'm strong,' repeated in a monotone voice. 'Shut him up.' Rodgers hissed, 'check the rest of the house I want to know if there is anyone else here.'

A hard blow to Sam's cheek did nothing to stop him, his trance so deep, that he was virtually gone from his mind and body.

'Gag him.' Rodgers hissed and then smiled cruelly, 'gag him and string him up, take his shirt as well.'

'Yes Sir.'

'Do the same with the old man, tie him to that beam, someone make me some coffee I think we might create a welcoming home party for the others.' Rodgers grinned maliciously, 'get all of the perverts in one hit.'

'Yes Sir.'

Bobby moaned and slowly tried to open his eyes, he felt like he had been run over by a semi and reality hit him. He realised that as well as being tied to the beam he was also gagged, as his vision came into focus properly he stared in horror as the intruders ripped Sam's shirt from him and then strung him up, stretching his arms and legs in an X-shape, effectively immobilising him.

TBC