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-EIGHT

Just as Dean lifted his shaking hands to remove the mask, the lift shuddered and came to a crashing stop, for the briefest moment, the occupants of the elevator car were shaken and those on their feet were suddenly sprawled on the floor.

Dean blinked and shook his head in disbelief in what seemed like ages and yet was only a matter of seconds he attacked Sarg.

The fight was brief and very bloody, even though Dean was harbouring his own injuries worry for Sam and Lauren outweighed any rational thought and moving on pure adrenalin he managed to gain the upper hand. Landing the knockout blow just as the lift started to move again.

Breathlessly he slumped against the wall and tried to get his breathing and heartbeat under control. 'S-Sammy?' He managed to gasp out when Lauren crouched down in front of him.

Gently she removed the mask and cap and smiled at the young hunter, 'he's okay, not great but okay. What about you?'

'Fine.' Dean tried to grin but it looked more like a grimace as pain ricocheted through his own battered body.

'What happens now Dean?' Lauren asked helping him to stand up, 'the other man still has Will.'

'Yeah ... I know,' Dean shook his head and immediately regretted it, 'need something to tie him up with.' He motioned vaguely to the still unconscious Sarg.

'Would this help?' Lauren pulled out catheter tubing from under the gurney and held it out to Dean. While Dean was tying Sarg's feet, the kidnapper started to come too, without another thought Dean pulled his fist back and connected the man's jaw with a meaty punch effectively knocking him out again. The doors slid open and moving sluggishly but still stealthily Dean left his traumatised brother with Lauren and went in search of the other perpetrator of Sam's kidnapping.

As he moved around the rear of the ambulance, Dean readied himself to attack when he saw a sight that made him pull up, and try to stifle a chuckle.

Bobby, Will and Barrow all stood over a very hapless looking Spike lying face down and hogtied with some wire. 'Hey guys, whatcha doin?' Dean managed to get out before his knees began to buckle.

'Dean boy, you alright?' Bobby hurried over and managed to catch Dean just as he was about to fall face forward.

'T-Tired.' Dean managed a wry grin, 'Sam...'

'He's fine,' Bobby said glancing up he saw Lauren keeping watch over the gurney and the youngest hunter. 'You on the other hand.'

'M'fine.' Dean patted Bobby's shoulder before the darkness swallowed him, and his body went limp in the older man's arms.

S—D

Bobby scrubbed his face wearily and felt a large dose of dèjà vu coming on. His head ached interminably, the surgical scar feeling hot and itchy, he fidgeted again in his own bed and watched over the other three occupants of the now well-guarded room.

'How the hell did it get so freaking messed up?' He wondered aloud.

'Coz we're Winchesters.' Dean mumbled with a slight smirk when he saw Bobby jump startled, 'gotcha Bobby.'

'How long you been awake for?' Bobby got out of his bed and staggered over to the chair between Sam and Dean's beds.

'Long enough, what you doin' outta bed?' Dean frowned as he stared at the IV cannula in the back of his hand, 'what the?'

'You ended up back in surgery, after yer little fight in the lift.' Bobby explained, 'you collapsed in the ambulance bay.'

'Huh, I remember something, what about Sam?'

'He's hanging in there, actually all things considered he's probably come out of this the best,' Bobby shook his head, 'the bullet was a through and through with Caleb, didn't hit any major organs but did tear up the muscle in his abdomen a bit, he'll be fine. The doc is okay they knocked him out but didn't do anything else.'

'Sam is?'

'Is fine ya eedjit.'

'Will ... where's Will?' Dean watched Bobby carefully, 'what is it Bobby?'

'Last I saw Will he was in the ambulance bay with the rest of us, no one's seen him since.'

'And Barrow?'

'He's still kicking.' Bobby shook his head, 'freaking eedjit, just dumb enough not to get into trouble.'

'De'n?' Sam called out softly, 'De?'

'Right here dude.' Dean managed to pull himself up enough to get a clear view of his baby brother, 'how you?'

'Kay, think what happened?' Sam stared owlishly at both Bobby and Dean and then he turned a horrified glance at Caleb in the fourth bed. 'Caleb?'

'He's gonna be fine Sam ... what do you remember?' Dean asked worried at the look of confusion on Sam's face.

'Ah, Ethan taking the stitches out, umm him giving the okay for Caleb to come in and, and, and nothing.'

'Owkay, ahh Sarg and Spike from the supremacists decided to take you guys hostage in the sterile lab, they umm shot Caleb and knocked the doc out.' Dean explained but kept a close eye on his brother as he digested the news.

'Are they?'

'Fine, Cal's over in the other bed and Ethan's fine.' Bobby reassured the youngest Winchester, 'you need anything for yer pain?'

'No, no actually don't have a lot of pain.' Sam muttered sounding more than a little surprised, 'little Sammy's gone ... can't feel him anymore.'

'He saved our lives dude.' Dean said softly, 'I have a feeling that he tapped into your power or whatever and made the lift stop, it was the one thing that ended up saving our lives.'

'Why do I get the feeling that there's more to this than you're telling me?' Sam yawned, 'm'tired.'

'Well then rest ya eedjit, no one's goin' anywhere.'

'Yeah they've got you and me tied to our beds dude.' Dean grinned. 'They gave us both catheters, can ya believe it?'

S—D

Will stood in front of Rodgers and watched him impassively, 'so what do you want?'

'How did the little exercise go GI man?' Rodgers grinned widely, 'did ya keep up with the act?'

'No act, your bastards attacked a sick kid, nurse and doctor.' Will ground out, 'no act needed on that front.'

'Why I'm wounded! Did you really think that I would do something so heinous?' Rodgers pouted mockingly. 'Tell me GI man how are you feeling?'

'I'm fine.'

'Uhhuh, so those so-called friends of yours, do they know about your secret?'

'Why can't you leave those boys alone? You know that they're not gay or whatever you think, why not leave them alone?'

'One coz it's so much fun torturing them, and two just doin' my job, I have orders and bosses to make happy. I get told to mess with the Winchesters and that's what I do.'

S—D

The young men stood in rows in the early morning light, all with freshly shawn blond hair, even though some had to use peroxide, their blue eyes fixed ahead, all waiting for their orders.

'This is our country, one where only the strong shall survive, where the straight, healthy Arian race shall rule supreme and shall vanquish those who offend this great nation. Our communities tainted with the abomination of homosexuality, our children today are, subjected to their subversive ways, and we are not going to stand for it anymore. It is time to say no more, we don't want or need the liver-lilied pansies near our families, anyone who is not part of us is against us.'

The young men cheered as the voice droned on, extolling the virtues of the Arian race, of a country where anyone who did not fit their criteria were fair game; they had to rid their puritan lifestyle of the subversives once and for all.

Rodgers continued his speech welcoming the new recruits, just behind him stood his two new right-hand men, Clay previously an FBI agent and now the meat-suit for Braxas and Dick, the re-animated body of the local sheriff, who now housed a demon named Pateria.

The Master will surely approve of the newest recruits for an unholy fight they had no idea of; Rodgers still didn't understand exactly why the Master targeted the Winchester brothers but he never questioned his Master's orders.

The directive now, though, to withhold any further attacks on the Winchester brothers, and their associates, time to regroup and to retrain the newest recruits. Let them slip into a false sense of security and let them regain some of their strength back.

Before the strike that will end it all.

S—D

Sam cried out suddenly and sat up blindly reaching for something or someone only he could see. A soft sob left his lips as he sank back down in his bed, his face turned away from the anxious stares of his brother and friends. The nightmares haunted him whenever he closed his eyes; he felt the ghostly handprints still on his hips as he was held still, unable to defend himself, unable to do anything except accept whatever they did to him. His humiliation burned deeply into his psyche, the burn in his lower body persisted, never easing, and never letting him forget what had happened.

'Sammy?' Dean's voice penetrated the thick fog blanketing Sam in his inner misery and degradation, 'Sammy please talk to me.'

Talk, normally it was Sam begging Dean to talk to him, to talk of emotions, pain and facing fears. Now Sam hid his face, hid his telltale eyes, he was sure that they mirrored his weakness. Now even little Sammy had left him, he no longer had the comfort that his alter personality offered him. He was utterly cut off and alone.

A warm hand on his shoulder made him shudder until he recognised that touch, 'De?' he asked thickly without turning around.

'I'm right here Sammy, aint going anywhere.'

'They won't leave me alone.' Sam whispered his face burning with his shame. 'Why won't they leave me alone?'

'Who Sammy?'

'Them, the hands they keep holding me down and then ... then ... I can still feel their hands on me De ... why won't they leave me alone?' Sam sobbed into his pillow still unable to turn and face his brother.

'Sammy look at me.' Dean prodded gently.

'Just wanna sleep Dean.' Sam mumbled, 'just want to sleep without ...'

'Yeah I know dude.' Dean patted his brother's shoulder, 'Sammy ... Ethan was in before.'

'And?'

'And he said that the plastic surgeon guy wants to see you tomorrow morning.'

'More operations?' Sam finally lifted his head and turned to face Dean, he used his good hand to wipe away the tears, 'what for this time?'

'Your back.' Dean looked at his brother closely, at least he didn't look like the walking dead anymore, the cage for his knee gone and in its stead a Velcro strapped knee brace, the replacement prosthetic kneecap already fitted; the splints from his finger removed and replaced with a specially made mitt, to help support his hand during therapy. The other injuries had healed with time, and were fading now to barely noticeable, now all they had left was to do the plastic surgery on his back, to minimise the scaring from the continuous whippings.

'Why? I just want to go home Dean, Bobby and Caleb have both been released, you're ready to go home, I – I just want to be normal again Dean.' Sam turned his full-on kicked puppy dog look and silently beseeched his brother.

'Dammit Sammy,' Dean shook his head and tried to stop the effects of his brother's look, 'how about this we hear what this dude has got to say tomorrow morning, and if it's not for you, then we'll get Ethan to release ya?'

'You mean it?' Sam looked at Dean with a glimmer of hope in his dewy green eyes for the first time in months he had something to hope for.

'But we'll see what they say first.'

'Okay,' Sam nodded and smiled softly, 'thanks Dean, I'm sorry for ...'

'Hey now no chick flick moments while we're both wearing hospital gowns, it just aint manly.' Dean waved his fingers in disgust and was rewarded with a warm dimpled smile.

'Thanks Dean.' Sam stared at his mitt covered hand, 'where's Will? Haven't seen him for weeks.'

'Not sure Sammy, we've searched everywhere but no one ... no one's seen him.'

'Oh, what about Clay?'

'Sorry Sammy but Clay, Clay got himself possessed.'

'Oh, okay ... Dean do you remember when all of this started?' Sam asked, 'it seems so long ago.'

'Yeah I know, what's the matter Sam?'

'They all got hurt coz ...'

'No Sam don't you even let that thought enter that mind of yours.'

'But Dean...'

'no buts.' Dean patted Sam's shoulder, 'Bobby'll be in soon, he's bringin' something decent to eat.'

'Sounds good, coffee?' Sam tried to sound enthusiastic but failed when he caught the knowing look in Dean's eye, 'coffee would be good.'

'Yeah but you gotta eat first and then coffee.' Dean grinned.

'Something's coming Dean I can feel it.' Sam said ominously, 'I – I can feel it.'

'Sam?'

'M'tired, so tired Dean ... don't let me fall asleep please.'

TBC