War, What's it good for? Absolutely nothing!

Disclaimer: Nope still nothing, was hoping for an early birthday present from Mr Kripke but sigh still nothing.

Author's Note: This is a different story altogether for me so please bear with me. This is a futuristic story, everything in the show has been and passed, the biggest difference is that all of the seals are broken

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Changes: Well they say that change is good for the soul, so there's a slight one here. I have decided to link my story Hate is a Four Letter Word, to this one. Now this is not a sequel as such but it will continue the story I started in Hate. If you haven't read Hate then it won't make much difference, but please feel free to go on and read it, I promise I'll be still here writing this one.

I will be introducing some of the original characters throughout this story and hopefully resolving not only one but two narratives. Having said that I hope that I haven't confused you as much as myself.

Okay nuff rambling let's get on with the story.

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Chapter Five: Ghosts of the Future Past.

Present Day:

Dean sat by the open window, savouring the freshly brewed coffee, the warm breeze floating in and the sun shining on his still aching body. He glanced over at Sam who slept peacefully in his bed, lying on his right side and facing Dean. even in sleep he kept his big brother in 'sight'. Sipping his hot coffee Dean allowed himself a small sigh of relief and grinned, safe again for now, Ethan had Sam's medical crisis downgraded this morning and I'm officially free to ... sit and watch Sammy. The thought brought a rueful grin to his face, even Bobby was getting lucky these days something was definitely wrong with the cosmic order.

'Morning Dean.' Jim said as he came in and sat down at the table opposite Dean, setting his cup of tea in front of him. 'How's Sam doing?'

'Better, Ethan downgraded his crisis this morning, the swelling has just about gone and the pain is less.'

'That's wonderful news Dean one answer to our prayers.'

'What's wrong Jim?' Dean asked noticing the frown lines surrounding Jim's eyes and the way his gaze flittered from Sam to himself and back again.

'Dean?' Jim blinked and looked at the younger man he has known since he was a toddler, 'you know me too well don't you.'

'Yeah, now spill it preacher man remember confession is good for the soul!' Dean quipped cheekily.

'We just got some new intel, and well it's not good news.'

'Is there any other kind?'

'Dean, Lilith and her minions have new recruits...'

'Spit it out Jim.'

'Reports are coming in of a new group terrorising neighbouring towns and heading this way.'

'And?'

'I think we need to get you and Sam out of here fast.'

'Jim you're not making sense.'

'That stunt with taking you, the cage, it was to bide time while they ... the group it's a white supremacist ...'

'No!' Sam cried out his eyes wide with fear, 'no Jim it can't be...'

'Sam I am so sorry, I really wish it was wrong but ... I think that the group was manipulated by the demons all along for just this moment, to have them ready to fight against their own kind in the name of a new Arian race, led by Lucifer himself.'

'Dean?' Sam looked at the pale shell-shocked face of his older brother and felt his own inner turmoil rise unbidden. 'This can't be happening.'

'It's Rodgers? Will? Clay? All of those red necked little shits?' Dean seethed, a white haze filled his mind, and chaos ensued his thoughts erratic and violent. 'The bastards are back! Those homophobic human rejects are joining up with demons that's a new low even for them.'

'Dean ...'

'They were led by demons all along Dean.' Jim tried to keep the boys calm but the wounds were still too close to the surface and he was fighting a lost cause.

'Dean I can't ...' Sam whispered, 'why now?'

'We can't move Sammy, it's too dangerous.' Dean muttered oblivious to the other occupants of the room, standing he started to pace, rubbing his left hand across the back of his neck, a subconscious act of nervousness he had perfected throughout his hunting life. 'Fuck, they knew exactly what they were doing when they took us, they played us like fools. Couldn't workout why they left us alive, they were just freaking playing with us, and we fell for it.'

'Dean ...' Jim tried to break through Dean's manic muttering but failed to get through to him.

'No, no it ... it hurts so bad.' Sam gasped, those simple words acting like an anvil slamming down on his head. Tears ran down Sam's face as he fought to control the sudden onslaught of fiery pain threatening to explode in his head. 'Make it stop please Dean make it stop.'

'Sammy?' Dean thumped the call button and then, ignoring his own healing wounds climbed onto the bed and gathered Sam into his arms, cradling his baby brother protectively against his chest, 'shh it's alright little bro I've got ya.'

'Sam? Dean?' Ethan came running in followed by Janice and Tracey. 'Sam?'

'He's head doc, he needs something for the pain.' Dean stated succinctly.

'On a scale of one to ten how bad is it Sam?'

'T-t-t-twenty.' Sam stuttered squeezing his eyes shut, 'li-lights h-h-hurt.'

Silently Jim stood and closed the curtains at the window before moving closer to the bed, still giving Ethan room to work but lending his support to the brothers, family to him in everyway that matters.

Ethan injected a dose of morphine directly into the IV port, and then he gave Sam a careful examination, mindful of his sensitivity to light and his back problems. 'Sam do you feel nauseous?'

'Yeah.' He grimaced and swallowed deeply.

'Dude you gonna barf?' Dean asked ready to extract himself from behind Sam and away from potential stainage.

'Nope, not yet anyway.' Sam muttered, his head relaxing against Dean's shoulder as the morphine started to work, 'feelin' better.'

'That's good, now while Dean has you upright I'm just going to give your legs a look at.' Ethan said but grinned when he saw Sam's eyes slide shut, 'well looks like he's feeling much better.' He muttered a small frown on his forehead quickly erased whatever mirth he was feeling. 'Fuck.'

'Ethan?' Dean tried to strain his neck enough to find out what had upset the doctor so much. 'What is it?'

'Janice can you get the excavation kit and penicillin shot and fresh bandages please?' Ethan asked without acknowledging Dean's question immediately. 'Tracey I need sterile gowns, gloves and masks we should have a few left.' Ethan continued to issue instructions to his staff before he finally gave Dean and Jim his full attention.

'I need both of you to scrub up, make sure that you pay particular to your hands, and then when Tracey brings them in I'm going to have to get you to wear the masks and gloves while in contact with Sam.'

'What's going on Doc?' Dean carefully manoeuvred himself out from beneath Sam and tenderly laid him down propped up on his pillows, 'talk to me Ethan.'

'Sam's developed ulcers on both legs, they're severely infected, I – I don't understand.'

'Ethan what is it?' Dean demanded roughly grabbing the doctor's shirt and fisting it tightly, 'talk to me.'

'Dean calm down son.' Jim placed a hand on Dean's arm and gently squeezed, 'let Ethan go.'

'S-Sorry Doc.' Dean shook his head and stepped back, 'I just ah...yeah.'

'That's okay, alright Sam has ulcers on the backs of his legs, see here and here,' Ethan carefully lifted each of Sam's legs and indicated the weeping sores, 'they were not there yesterday ... were there any signs of them while you were washing him at all Tracey?'

'No Doctor, actually Sam's legs were looking really good considering.' Tracey said as she helped the doctor to gown up, 'I'll show Jim and Dean where to scrub up.'

Ten minutes later and they were all scrubbed, masked and gloved, Ethan and Janice wore the gowns while they meticulously cleaned each ulcer, sluicing out the poisoned blood, puss and minute pieces of dead flesh. Dean paced and fretted while they worked, Sam remained blissfully unaware of the fuss around him as he floated on the effects of the morphine, in the distance he could hear voices and he keenly felt the presence of his brother, finally feeling safe even if it was just while the drugs worked.

Finally, Ethan wrapped the Sam's legs with gauze bandages to protect the treated area and then Janice packed pillows under both of Sam's knees and feet, effectively keeping any weight off the infected area.

'How can this happen Ethan?' Jim asked, 'so quickly?'

'Honestly, I don't know ... I've never seen ... they appear to be several days old with the amount of infection but ... I have no idea.'

Jim and Dean shared a meaningful glance both knowing the probable cause of Sam's latest setback. 'It's very strange, you know we just talk about getting the two of you out of here and to safety and then suddenly Sam's legs ulcerate and become dangerously infected.' Jim said thoughtfully, 'it's almost as if ...'

'There's an unseen spy in this room.' Dean glanced around the ceiling with shivers running through him, 'I don't like this.'

'Dean what is it?' Ethan looked at his friend with concern, 'you feeling alright?'

'Yeah I'm fine,' Dean nodded distractedly, 'honest I am fine.'

'Where's Bobby?' Janice asked breaking the tense conversation, 'I – I thought that he would be here.'

'He was making contact with some of our network,' Jim said patting the nurse's arm, 'he's perfectly alright Janice.'

Janice blushed prettily and felt like a school-girl with a crush rather than a mature woman falling for a gruff, hard-headed, stubborn and taciturn man with a heart of pure gold, 'oh I might go and find him, tell him about the precautions he'll have to take around Sam.' She picked up a pair of the sterile gloves and mask and headed off before all of the others could say anything.

Ethan gave the tissue samples to Tracey to rush down to the labs for testing, before he removed the gown and gloves, washed again and then removed his mask, he beckoned the two men across the room, leaving Sam to sleep but still protected.

'I'm going to go and test the samples myself, and am starting Sam on broad-spectrum antibiotics through the IV and upping his pain medication slightly until we get it under control.'

'Thanks Ethan for everything.'

'No thanks needed, just hopefully we have nipped it in the bud before it turns into something very nasty.'

'Like what?' Dean asked slowly not sure if he wanted to know the answer.

'Gangrene.' Ethan said, 'again.'

'Damn it, why Sammy, why is it always Sammy?'

Sam watched in horror as Rodgers hoisted Dean upside down, with ropes fastened around his ankles, blood ran freely down his naked chest and back. Dean's face barely recognisable as bruises and swelling made it appear misshapen, his nose obviously broken dribbled mucous, and both eyes, puffy and red-rimmed too sore to keep open even barely. The laughter around them, fuelled Sam's anger and feeling of impotence while forced to watch his brother's degradation and eventual execution. Red haze filled Sam's mind and he closed his eyes concentrating on the main perpetrator when a shout of triumph echoed around them. 'Dean no!'

Dean rushed to his brother's bedside when he heard Sam's cry, tears running down his little brother's face as he struggled with the nightmare ravaging his mind. 'Sammy, come on bro wake up for me.' He tried to shake Sam's shoulder a little to rouse his brother when Sam's eyes snapped open and Dean found himself flying across the room, crashing into the wall, he slumped to the floor stunned.

Sam's scream echoed around the room, everyone too shocked to say anything, 'Dean no please don't ...' Sam shook so hard his bed vibrated as he lifted his hand, 'Don't you touch him.'

'Sam wake up now!' Jim took Dean's place by Sam's side trying to wake the traumatised young man, 'you need to wake up.'

Sam's head jerked as though someone had just hit his face, owlishly he stared up at the pastor and then at the others before resting his gaze on his fallen brother, 'Dean? What happened?'

'You Sammy,' Dean grunted forcing himself to stand up he swayed drunkenly for a moment and then staggered to his brother, Ethan breaking out of his stupor hurried over to help him, easing Dean down onto the leather chair he started to examine his other patient.

'I – I don't understand.' Sam blinked sadly and sniffled, looking like a lost five year old, 'what did I do?'

'You were dreaming Sam, you cried out and then lashed out with your mind.' Jim explained as best as he could without really understanding what he had just witnessed.

'I-I hurt you?' Sam stared at his brother and then rolled his face away in shame, 'I'm so sorry.'

'Hey Sammy, I'm fine honestly just got the wind knocked out of me.' Dean reached over and tugged at Sam's hand, 'hey look at me dude.'

'I'm a monster, a freak, you should've killed me when you had the chance.' Sam whispered.

Angrily Dean pushed himself to his feet, brushing Ethan aside he positioned himself on the bed and cupped Sam's face in both hands forcing him to meet his steely gaze. 'Look at me Sam, I'm only gonna say it once and that's it, you are not a monster, freak or anything else except ... well you're still my sasquatch, you were dreaming and I got caught in the crossfire.'

'Dean I ...'

'Nope that's it aint saying anything else on the matter.' Dean cuffed Sam's uninjured shoulder gently and then patted his chest, 'we're good?'

'We're good ... jerk.'

'Thank God for that ... bitch ... whoops sorry Pastor.' Dean grinned cheekily at Jim.

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Bobby and Janice sat next to each other and glared up at their captor, blood ran freely from the split on Bobby's forehead and soaked the rag stuffed in his mouth as a crude gag. Janice trembled visibly and pressed as close as she could against Bobby, unable to understand exactly what happened.

One minute she was with Bobby, talking quietly while making their way back to Sam's room, when she felt Bobby stumble and fall, a small dart protruding from the back of his neck, as he fell he hit his head hard on a sharp corner of the wall splitting the thin skin easily. Before she could react Janice felt a tiny sting like an insect bite on her neck, crumbling towards the floor the last thing she could remember before the darkness took over was the evil sounding laughter even though they were alone in the hallway.

'Nice to see ya again Singer.' Rodgers smirked as he strode into the small cell and crouched down in front of his latest prisoners, 'bet ya didn't expect to see me again huh?'

Bobby growled against the gag, he struggled against the ropes binding his wrists behind his back but the harder he struggled the tighter they became. His anger grew when he saw Rodgers move to crouch in front of Janice, running a finger down her cheek. 'You have been busy haven't ya Singer.' Rodgers taunted him, 'nice looking woman ya got yerself, might have to take a taste for myself.'

Janice screamed into her gag and tried to press harder against Bobby's side, desperate to get away from the groping hands of her captor, the manic look in his eyes terrifying her even more.

TBC