Cursed are the Peacemakers

Disclaimer: as per chapter 1

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Author's note: formerly Blessed are the Peacemakers. Also this chapter contains strong violence and sexual assault, if this bothers you please don't read on, I have some other stories up that might interest you more.

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CHAPTER 4

Sam stared down at Dean, his heart thumped against his chest wall and he could feel the rising panic already starting to settle in.

'Samuel?' Rebekkah stood in the doorway, the fading sunlight shining around her giving her an ethereal glow. 'Is Dean alright?'

'No, no I think he received a concussion in the crash, I have to get him to a hospital.'

'But I am afraid that there is nothing like that here for him. We have herbs that can help.'

'Thanks Bekkah but I think Dean needs something a little less alternative.'

'I do not understand what you mean.' Rebekkah said tilting her head slightly to the side, 'what do you mean by less alternative?'

'He needs traditional medical care with doctors and nurses in hospital not alternative cures like herbal remedies.' Sam snapped and then stopped himself when he saw the crestfallen look on her face.

'I have made you angry with me.' She said sniffing back her tears.

'No, no I am just worried about Dean that's all.'

'Come, I will fix you something to eat and drink and then we can ask Grand-Papa what to do for your brother.'

Sam gave Dean a last glance and then let Rebekkah lead him downstairs towards the comfort of the kitchen, his mind fogging at just her touch; desperately he tried to focus on Dean and on what that crazy old man had said.

'Please Sam drink, this will make things better.' Rebekkah said holding a cup of warm milk in front of him, 'it is only milk, and it will help calm your fears.'

'Thanks.' Sam took the drink from her hands and stared at it for a moment before taking a sip, within minutes he had finished two cups of the warm drink and laughing at Rebekkah as she told him stories of the village. Vaguely he tried to remember what was wrong, but she took the worries away with her bright laughter. 'Dean!' Sam said suddenly as thoughts of his brother flooded back, erasing the fogginess in his mind.

'Dean is fine Sam, he is resting upstairs.'

'No, no I have to go to him.' Sam stood up and went to leave the room when his knees buckled and collapsed under him, he rolled his eyes up to Rebekkah who stood over him smiling, 'why?' He croaked out just as he gave in to the unconsciousness encroaching on his awareness.

'We need you Sam, you are special.' Rebekkah said as she knelt beside him and placed his head on her lap, 'I am going to bear you strong offspring Samuel, and then we will be able to exist here completely. Although, it will be a shame that you won't live to see them grow into strong, handsome psychic demons. Powerful in their own rights.'

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Dean's eyes snapped open and aside from his ever-present headache he felt rested, feverish, but rested. Sitting up slowly he scanned the room for any signs of Sam but instead he focused on the young woman he met earlier.

'Grace?' He asked confused, 'where's Sam?'

'He is helping Rebekkah and asked me to sit with you until you awoke.' Grace smiled brightly and went to stand next to the bed, she bent down and touched his forehead a thoughtful look on her pretty face, 'you have a fever still.'

'No shit Sherlock.' Dean muttered taking a perverse pleasure from the look of shock on her face, 'can you do me a favour and find Sam for me?'

'I-I will see what I can do.' Grace said fleeing from him room.

'You certainly have a way with the girls son.' Jonas cackled as he appeared sitting on the end of Dean's bed.

'What do you want?' Dean grumbled, 'where's Sam?'

'Ah we have a problem there; I think that they are on to us.'

'What are you on about?'

'They have taken Sam; Rebekkah drugged him and had him removed from the motherhouse,'

'where is he Jonas?'

'You stay put and I'll be back.' Jonas disappeared before Dean could argue any further.

Before Dean had a chance to get out of the bed and to dress Jonas was back with a look of shock on his face.

'What? What is it?'

'I am sorry Lad I really am sorry.' Jonas said patting Dean's shoulder comfortingly.

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Sam moaned and spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes swollen and red hurt as he tried to focus on his new surroundings. His entire body ached stretched out on a long bed frame, a cool breeze over his bare skin made him shiver under the sheen of sweat; he could make out Rebekkah sitting on the edge of the bed, plaiting her long coppery-red hair, she hummed a bright tune as she turned and stared down at Sam, 'thank you Sam I am sure that we will have strong offspring.'

'What? What are you talking about?' Sam whispered hoarsely, 'why am I tied to the bed, what did you do Rebekkah?'

'We need to replenish our life force Samuel, normally we take what we need but when we realised the powers you possess ... then Grand-Papa said that we should breed together.'

'Rebekkah I – ah did we?'

'Well strictly speaking you did not co-operate with me and had to be subdued, but in the end I was able to get what I needed from you, now it will be Grace's turn.'

'Grace's turn?' Sam's face paled even further when the realisation hit him. 'No way you are not going to use me like that.'

'Oh you see Samuel you are wrong about that.' Joseph spoke from the shadows, 'because every time you fight back or refuse your brother will suffer for it.'

'Leave Dean out of this.' Sam yelled, angry with himself for falling for their trap so easily.

'It seems that you give us no other options but to bring him into it as you say.' Joseph walked closer until he stood next to the bed, with a critical eye he stared at the prone form lying before him, naked and uncovered by any bedding Sam turned his face away embarrassed by the man's scrutiny.

'I suppose it is time for you to know the truth of your predicament.' Joseph sighed appreciatively at the lithe young body so temptingly close. 'We came to America looking for freedom from persecution but all we found here was the same ignorance and brutality. Our entire village massacred in one night, our water poisoned and then the buildings burnt killing all of us, men, women and children ... babies in their mothers' arms. But we have our vengeance, you see we can survive by feeding from the humanity who tried to destroy us.'

'How long ago?'

'The year was 1872, we had only been here for six months and just finished erecting our small community, and we just wanted to be left in peace.'

'I don't understand.'

'No one understands our Master, all we wanted was to be able to worship him in peace to conduct our rituals and ceremonies, but the Christians had other ideas.'

'The Peacemakers are devil worshipers?'

'We honour the Dark Master, he has allowed us to live on, to feast on the living and to continue his work here.'

'Why do you want me to...?' Sam couldn't bring himself to finish the question.

'Ah because the Master wants to join your seed with us, to create an unbeatable force.'

'Why me?'

'You have untapped powers Samuel, once directed on the right way they will help create the unstoppable.'

'Never, I would rather die first than to help you spawn evil.'

'Well you see that is where you have no choice in the matter.' Joseph waved his hand and one end of the room became flooded with bright light, roughly Joseph twisted his fingers in Sam's hair and forced his head up for a clearer view of the display.

Sam saw Dean shackled to the wall, blood dried down the side of his face from where someone had hit him brutally, obviously Dean had tried to fight his way out. He was shirtless and shoeless, 'Dean?' Sam whispered, 'let him go.'

'Well you see Sam we can't do that.' Joseph smirked as he dropped Sam's head back onto the mattress, 'as long as you perform to our satisfaction then your brother will not suffer, well much anyway, but if you refuse then...' Joseph let his words hang ominously in the air as he nodded to a man who stood next to Dean.

Once again Joseph grabbed Sam's hair and forced him to watch as a whip cracked over Dean's bare chest biting into the flesh and leaving a long red welt. Dean cried out against his gag, as the whip flicked out again, until blood spilled from the criss-crossed welts on his upper torso, his head dropped as the relative safety of unconsciousness claimed him.

'What do you want of me?' Sam wept horrified at what they did to Dean.

'Now that is what I wanted to hear, don't worry Dearest I am only choosing the prime females to couple with you.'

Sam turned his face away feeling the blush burning his skin, 'I can't just do it like that.'

'All you have to do is lie there and not fight my girls anymore, they will do what is needed to milk you of your seed.'

'And then what?'

'When we have done with you, then that Dearest is for you to find out.' Joseph patted the top of Sam's head and smoothed down his matted long hair, 'Grace he is all yours.'