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 THREE

Blood Moon Cabin Motel

Clarksville

Missouri

Dean sat watching his brother sleeping, lying on his stomach with just a light sheet covering his ripped back Sam slept in a fog of pain and painkillers. He mumbled every so often but never woke.

Exhausted beyond belief, Dean scrubbed his face with his hands and decided that they needed help. He couldn't move Sam, his brother just too injured, to continue travelling let alone this impromptu hunt. Wincing at the pull on his side Dean stood up and staggered into the bathroom. Thankfully, each cabin was fully self-contained, which included its own hot water supply using the small gravity water heaters.

Leaving a trail of blood stained clothes in his wake Dean turned the water on as hot and as hard as he dared, standing under it he finally let his tears fall. The horror of Sam's torn back still firmly imprinted on his mind, he was terrified that he had done more damage than good trying to stitch the welts together again.

'Suck it up Winchester.' He berated himself as he let his tears wash away with the shower water. Stepping out of the shower, he inspected the wound on his side; it needed to be stitched especially after reopening when he struggled to help Sam and their equipment, the strain just too much on the fragilely healing skin.

Limping slightly he headed back into the main room of the cabin and glanced over at Sam he was still sleeping soundly. A groan slipped from his lips as he carefully dressed into his comfortable sweats and long sleeved T-shirt then he picked up his cell phone and moved over to the small couch away from the beds.

'Hey Caleb it's Dean.' Dean said softly making sure that he didn't disturb Sam.

'Dean? Dude what's the matta?'

'Ah are you busy with a hunt or anything?'

'Nope got a free diary,' Caleb chuckled and then when he didn't hear Dean join in he became serious again, 'what is it dude?'

'Ah we kinda got into a bit of trouble.'

'Go on.'

'Think we stumbled across a white supremacist group, and get this ... it's run by a demon.'

'Fuck ... you and Sam?'

'They ah nabbed us outside a bar, thought that we were a gay couple and took us on. We weren't too badly hurt.' Dean added quickly, 'Sam got a big bump on the head and some bruising; I got a cut and a few bumps.'

'Dean what aren't ya telling me?'

'They got to Sam, I – I had to go and get some supplies, fuck Cal they must've been watching us. When I got back...' Dean's voice trailed off and Caleb waited for him to continue, his own gut churning at what his younger friend was trying to tell him.

'When I got back I found Sam on the floor ... they whipped him Cal.' Dean's voice trembled as he described the extent of Sam's injuries to Caleb, and then he went on to tell him about what Sam had said about the demon being there as well. 'I couldn't even take him to the hospital Cal, in case they found us.'

'But, dude you're brothers.'

'We tried to tell them but they weren't interested.'

'Where are you Dean?'

'Clarkesville, Missouri.'

'Dude I'm only two hours away, whereabouts are you in Clarkesville?'

'Cabin fifteen, The Blood Moon Cabin Motel.'

'Got it, I'm on my way Dean.'

'Thanks man, I ah appreciate it.'

'No thanks needed, you take care of that brother of yours and don't worry.' Caleb said as he hung up.

'Dean?' Sam spoke softly; he laid on the bed watching his brother, not wanting to disturb the phone call.

'Hey Sammy, you awake then kiddo?'

'Yeah the ... it hurts.' Sam admitted slowly.

'Time to dope you up then huh?' Dean grinned and slowly stood up, wincing with the movement once again pulling on his side.

'Dude your side, it needs to be stitched.' Sam said miserably, 'I am sorry Dean, I am so sorry.'

'What for?'

'I can't ... I should be able to look after you.'

'Dude you've done that and more, but for now it's time for you to rest.'

'The demon.'

'What is it Sam?' Dean asked finding a spot on the bed next to Sam so his brother didn't have to twist his neck as much.

'I – I knew it's face, I just can't place it ... not a possessed ... this demon used it's true face when they ...'

'Sammy I'm going to have to change the dressings on your back.' Dean said when he saw the amount of bloodstains on the bandages swathed around Sam but he also wanted a moment to process what Sam was trying to tell him. He recognised a demon's face.

'Kay.' Sam sighed.

'Okay first take these.' Dean helped Sam to turn around and sit up enough to take the pills and some water.

'Thanks Dean.' Sam mustered up a small smile. 'Ah I might have to lie down ...'

'Okay, okay there we go, just take it easy Sammy.' Dean eased him back down and gently removed all of the padding and bandages. Hissing when he saw how inflamed Sam's back appeared, 'fuck Sammy you should be in a hospital.'

'Dean I – I ... we have to find the others, the ones in my vision.'

'Dude you're not going anywhere.' Dean said as he finished removing the gauze and started to clean the wounds again, checking his stitches as he went. 'You still with me Sammy?'

'Why Dean? Why did they whip me?' Sam wept, 'why did they assume that we're gay?'

'Dunno Sammy.' Dean sat up and listened intently, 'someone's here.'

'Cal?' Sam whispered frowning he tried to lift himself up and prop up on his arms but he crashed back to the bed.

Dean pulled his Browning and eased the safety off before creeping slowly to the door; casting a last glance down at Sam before he cautiously opened this door.

'Hey Cal.' Dean smiled wearily and ushered their friend in before rechecking the salt lines, 'Sam we had the door at the motel salted didn't we?'

'Yeah but the demon came in last ... when they had already ... Dean it must have been aware of the salt lines already being down.'

'How you doing Sam?' Caleb asked making his way to the bed, his face visibly paling when he saw the damage done to the younger man's back. 'Ah geeze Sam.'

'Good to see you too Cal.' Sam muffled as he felt the painkillers kicking in. 'Dean?'

'Yeah dude?'

'S-sorry.'

'Ah Sammy.' Dean sank down on the edge of the bed and went back to finish his ministrations, Caleb watched in stunned silence marvelling at Dean's resilience but he worried about his state of mind.

'Dean dude let me see your side.' Caleb said softly after Dean sat back from re-bandaging Sam.

'I'm fine...'

'Dude you're bleeding.' Caleb nodded his head towards Dean's side where a red stain grew in size.

'Damn it.' Dean sighed and relented, 'Sam wanted to ... he couldn't focus properly. Fuck Cal I stuffed up, I should have been there with him, not out playing hero.'

'Dean you're not making much sense.' Cal said, 'here drink this.' He handed Dean a bottle of whiskey.

'I left Sam to go to the drugstore, while I was there the gang who attacked us originally came in, they spooked the old guy and the girl who worked for him ... Christy or Chris or something anyway I left but then she ... she followed me out wanting to warn me about the Arian group. Said that one of the gang was the son of the local sheriff and things like that. She held me up for at least twenty minutes and then by the time I drove back to the motel.' Dean took another big mouthful of whiskey and shuddered, 'man she probably held me up so they could do what they liked to Sam.'

'So they knew where you were staying?'

'Yeah, um Sam said that he recognised the demon's face, it wasn't a meat suit but the demon's actual face, and it knew about the salt lines.'

'Dean this stinks of a set up.'

'Yeah but how would they even know that we were heading this way?'

'All done.' Caleb said as he fastened off the bandage, 'feel better?'

'Thanks dude.'

'No probs so you gonna share that bottle now?'

Dean glanced over at Sam and shuddered, 'Cal ... Sam recognised the demon's face, not a meat suit but an actual demon ... how?'

'Not sure man but I can tell you this; those freaks have a lot to answer for.' Cal said passing the fast emptying bottle back to Dean. 'So what are we going to do about it?'

'Dunno, I am honestly out of ideas at the moment Cal, all I can see is Sam's face when I got ... and the damage done to his back. I can't even take him to the freaking hospital, we dunno who to trust or...' Dean stopped and looked up at Cal, 'I have to get Sam away from here.'

'Dean you're not making any sense.'

'How far is Frankenville from here?'

'About a two hour drive why?'

'We take Sam to the hospital there, get him fixed up and then you and me are coming back here and dealing with these fuckers.'

'You sure Dude? Do you think that Sam is up to that kind of trip?'

'Fuck ... I dunno Cal he barely made it across town.' Dean admitted, the fire slowly dying in his eyes. 'They thought that we were lovers, that we're gay! Dude we're brothers but they wouldn't believe us.'

'Hey man you have to hang in there,' Cal said turning his gaze towards Sam, who lay silent and awake listening to the conversation, tears shone in the younger man's eyes and his face even more pale if that was possible. 'Sam you okay over there?'

'I'm fine, honestly Dean I'm fine ... no need for hospital.' Sam whispered.

'Sammy your back...' Dean protested, 'it already looks like an infection ...'

'No, no hospitals we can't afford ...'

'Sam...'

'No Dean not arguing, not gonna happen so deal.' Sam protested his momentary wave of strength gone, leaving him feel wiped out. 'Got some more of those pills?'

'Sorry dude but gotta wait another two hours before I can give you anymore.' Dean said, 'we need more supplies.'

'Listen you two stay here and I'll go ... aint no one gonna bother me on my own and I might be able to do some recon.' Cal said.

'You sure?' Dean frowned he hated the thought of letting Caleb go out alone even though he knew that he was more than capable.

'Dude look at me!' Cal grinned running his hand over his buzz cut stubble, 'I already look the part.'

Dean stared at his friend and couldn't hide his own smirk, with his buzz cut hair, khaki T-shirt and commando trousers and boots he looked like a pin up boy for supremacists. 'Yeah got your point.'

'Okay so you two rest ... I'll be back before you know it.'

'Caleb ... be careful.' Sam rasped out. 'Please.'

'No problemo Sammy boy.'

'Cal ... it's Sam not Sammy.' Sam managed to get out with a small smile.

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Cal made it as far as his car before he doubled over and vomited into the plants, after his heaves finished he climbed into his car and rested his pasty face on the steering wheel. He had never seen damage done to anyone by a human before, actually, if he thought about it he couldn't even match the worst supernatural attack to Sam's back.

'Get a grip Reeves.' He muttered as he scrubbed his face with his hands and slowly drove out of the park.

A dark car pulled out from the side of the main road and followed him closely, without their headlights on. Too wrapped up in his own thoughts and worry over the Winchester brothers Caleb never noticed the dark car following him.

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Sam moaned and pressed his aching forehead into the pillow as, yet another violent vision assailed his fragile body and mind. He pushed himself upright and cried out in pain and horror. Slowly he was able to focus on Dean's face, 'Dean?'

'Sammy? Another one?'

Sam nodded as he opened his mouth he let out a soft gasp of air and collapsed unconscious, his face turned to Dean and his neck twisted awkwardly.

TBC