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.
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CHAPTER FOUR
Arian Camp District 34
Unknown location.
The man watched as his newest addition to the ranks strode into the room, eying him curiously. The new arrival was middle aged, with reddish brown hair and a greying beard of stubble. He had a hard world-weary air to him that gave him an edge, he was someone who commanded respect, and respect was what he was looking for in the recruits.
'Welcome to district 34 I hear that you are a force to be reckoned with and just what I am looking for to help whip the boys into shape.'
'I'm your man.' The voice gruff and brooked no argument another plus.
'Good, good so sit down and we'll ah chat.'
'I didn't come here to play niceties, to sit and chat.'
'All in good time, now tell me how were we so lucky to get a man with your reputation in our ranks?'
'Heard that you were looking for trained hunters and trainers.'
'Yes and you meet that need how?'
'Ex-marine and hunter that's all you need to know.'
'That's all I want to know, welcome to district 34 Robert Singer.'
'Bobby's just fine.' Bobby said holding out his hand.
'Excellent, now Bobby I have your first job.'
'Whatever you want, I'm rearing to go.'
'There are two pretty boy gays here in town, masquerading as brothers.'
Bobby swallowed deeply and prayed silently that he was wrong in who he thought these boys were, pretty boys and brothers?
'Now my son and cohorts came across these two, they did put up a good fight for a pair of gays but they were still no match for our boys.'
'Good to hear.' Bobby kept his game face fixed firmly in place as his heart sunk a little further. Two pretty boys, brothers and fighters – it keeps getting to close for comfort.
'Now instead of getting out of here like the little girls they are these two decided to stay put so the boss came with us and we gave the younger one a lesson in acceptable practices. Shame actually coz he's so freaking tall and athletic probably would have made a good recruit if he wasn't as fruity as they come. His hair long and unkempt and a crybaby. Had no stamina.'
'So what about the other one, his ah boyfriend?'
'We had him detained by a pretty young skirt, she practically threw herself at him and he never batted an eye.'
'Well aint that a shame, sure fire sign there.' Bobby felt a tiny fraction of relief knowing of Dean's prowess with women but if Sammy was hurting... 'So ah what went down?'
'Good old fashioned flogging.' The man's eyes flashed black for a second before returning to their startling blue, 'mind you he did take it well for a homo barely made a sound.'
'Wow, and you let him get away with that? I woulda made him scream.'
'Yeah well he was crying like a baby at the end of it.'
'Typical, so what's the job want me to finish something?'
'No, it seems that our little couple decided only to shift motels they are still in town and from what I have just found out have brought in another one of theirs. Maybe they think that they can crochet weapons or something, I want you to tail the new arrival, don't intercept just find out what he is doing here and why he is with them.'
'No probs at all considered it done.' Bobby got up, his stomach churned violently and all he wanted to do was to get away from the creature before he forgot why he was there and smoke the bastard there and then. 'Got names for me?'
'Only the ones of the couple, Dean and ah what was the other one oh yeah Sammy.'
'And where will I find the love birds?'
'Blood Moon Cabin Motel.' The man smiled coldly and handed Bobby a piece of paper, 'here's the address ... remember do not intercept the interloper follow and report I want to know everything before we get rid of these queers once and for all.'
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Bobby pulled away from the curb and followed Caleb's car from a discreet distance making sure that there was no one tailing him. He had a regular one up until now, maybe that is over now he actually worked for them.
'This frigging demon had better be worth this.' Bobby berated himself, 'damn me what did they do to Sam?' His fingers itched to pick up the cell and ring the boys but he was paranoid enough not to try their hand, positive that it will be bugged, no he had to get to Caleb somehow and find out what was going on exactly.
Pulling into a carpark just a few spaces behind Caleb he watched the young hunter carefully checking the surrounding area before heading into the all-night pharmacy, slipping into the shop behind him Bobby watched Caleb move down the aisles selecting medical supplies. Pulling his baseball cap down to cover his eyes Bobby let his gaze roam over the shop noticing the signs for the public bathrooms at the rear, a young couple hovered in the baby aisle and an older man stood at the counter talking to the chemist. Crouching slightly he quickly scribbled a note and then brushed passed Caleb dropping the slip of paper in the plastic basket before heading towards the toilets.
Frowning Caleb glanced at the familiar back retreating down the aisle and then back at the note, bending down to get a packet of wipes from the bottom shelf, he scanned the scant message quickly. 'meet me mens B.' Scrunching up the paper he shoved it into his boot before standing and headed down to the counter a big cheesy smile on his face. 'Hey dude mind if I leave this here while I use the head?'
'Go for it young fella, you new around here?'
'Yeah heard there's great ... hunting around here.'
'Sure is just depends on whatcha huntin'
'Interesting, be back in a tic, oh I'll be paying by credit card is that okay?'
'No problems at all.'
Caleb whistled as he strode down to the bathroom and slipped inside. 'Bobby what the freaking hell are you doing here?'
'Could ask you the samething, but aint got time you eejit so shut up and listen, what happened to Sam?'
'How ... how did you know?'
'Just say that I am working inside ... demon running the show and I'm closing in.'
'Damn Bobby the boys said they stumbled into the hunt, didn't even know what was happening until they got jumped.'
'Is, is Sam?'
'Hurt bad ... fuck it Bobby I have never seen not even anything by a monster.'
'Damn it, I'm supposed to be tailing you and to report back to the boss why you're here and stuff. They know that the boys didn't leave town and even know their first names and where they are now.'
'Bobby ... Sam recognised the demon, his true face, this is a set up man big time.'
'Look I had better get outta here afore you, and they get suss, I'll ah meet you at the boys' cabin in two hours. Don't worry they won't know I'm sneaking in.'
'Man Bobby this is so freaking screwed up.'
'Big time, watch your back Cal.'
'You too dude.'
Bobby washed his hands and left the bathroom whistling softly picking up a few random items he took them to the counter and paid in cash leaving just before Caleb reached the front of the shop.
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Blood Moon Cabin Motel
Clarksville
Missouri
Dean glanced over and saw a pair of green eyes tracking his every move, 'hey when did you wake up?'
'A little while ago.' Sam shifted slightly and winced at the pulling in his back. 'How you doing Dean?'
'Me? I'm fine, never better.'
'Then why are you pacing like a caged tiger?' Sam levered himself up a little more, 'you're worried bout Cal too?'
'Nah he's fine, just a little stir crazy that's all.' Dean stopped his pacing and went to crouch in front of his brother, 'need anything?'
'Yeah ah help me sit up.' Sam looked away embarrassed in having to ask for help just to sit up.
'You sure?'
'Yeah I – I need to move Dean I'm getting stiff.' Sam held his breath as Dean slowly manoeuvred him around until he sat up in the bed, his legs stretched out in front of him. Sam's grip tightened as a wicked dizzy spell assaulted him and upset his equilibrium. 'Damn it.'
'Such cussing Sammy.' Dean grinned, 'you sure you want to do this yet?'
'Yeah, yeah I'll be right in a minute.' Sam pushed the pain out of his mind and concentrated on breathing through the nausea and dizziness currently plaguing him.
'Well while you're up ...' Dean grinned slyly and went into the bathroom, minutes later he came back carrying a basin filled with warm water, a face washer and some soap.
'Feel up to having a wash?'
'Dude I can ... you are so not giving me a sponge bath.'
'Sam please do not give me any more nightmares, I'll get your back and the rest is up to you.'
'How, how bad is it Dean?'
'What?'
'My back doofus.'
'It's looking ... better Sam.'
'Dean don't lie to me man, not you.'
'It's a mess that's true but man I have a feeling that you've escaped a bad infection, only two of em are a little red and puckered the rest are scabbing and healing nicely.'
'You sure?'
'Dude honestly I'm offended, after all Doctor Dean does not lie.'
'Yeah, yeah,' Sam smothered a yawn and winced as Dean pressed the warm cloth over the tender new skin.
'Sorry Sammy.'
'Huh? Oh no actually it feels pretty good.' Sam admitted the warmth of the water taking some of the tightness away.
'Nearly done, then I'll get some fresh water and you can have a wash while I rebandaged your back.' Dean finished patting dry around the cuts and then took the basin with him making sure that Sam did not see the red tinged water. Coming back in he took in the tears running down Sam's face and the soft sniffling, clearing his throat he carried the basin over to the bed and propped it between Sam's legs, then he handed him a fresh face washer and soap without saying anything. Humming softly he smeared some more antiseptic cream over the tender and torn flesh before a layer of gauze, soft cotton wool and then more gauze before taping down the edges. 'I want to see your ribs and face as well Sam.'
'Whatever.' The soft reply came, swallowing a sigh Dean crouched next to the bed and inspected the meaty bruise Sam was already sporting from the last hunt.
'Ah shit Sammy.' He stared at the now black patch of skin, the boot imprint still stood out only this time mottled in blues and purples. As carefully as he could Dean massaged some cream into the worst of it, wincing in unison with Sam who continued to scrub at his face with the face washer. Finally Dean finished his inspection of Sam's wounds, gave him two more painkillers and then helped him lie back down on his side facing the main part of the room. As a last thought Dean piled pillows behind Sam's legs and behind and then again at the back of his neck and head.
'Thanks.' Sam mumbled tiredly, 'Dean?'
'Yeah Sammy?'
'What are we ... what about my visions?'
'Dunno Sammy we'll work out something.'
'Caleb should be back by now.'
'He can look after himself Sam.'
'I know, it's just ... Dean?'
'Yeah Sammy?'
'Why did the demon show me his true face?'
'I dunno Sammy.'
'Dean?'
'Yeah Sammy?' Dean stared wearily over at his brother, amazed at how fast Sam's mind jumped from one issue to another.
'I know where I saw him before.' Sam pushed himself up on his elbow, 'dude where's the laptop?'
'Here why?'
'I know where I saw the demon before.'
'Sam you're not working ... you're resting.'
'I will just ... just let me do this please Dean?'
Dean stared down at Sam's pathetic form and expressive puppy eyes and caved, 'okay but only for ten minutes.'
'Yes Dad.' Sam smirked up at Dean his fingers greedily grasping at the computer.
'Man you look like you're having withdrawal.'
'I feel like it dude.' Sam's long fingers flew over the keyboard, accessing the Internet through the motel's wireless network and then pulling up a favourited site. 'Here it is.' Sam turned the computer around for Dean to see the screen.
Dean's face paled even further when he saw the demon's face, 'you sure Sam?'
'Yeah and not only that but he knew our first names.'
'But not our surname?'
'No or rather if he did he didn't try using it.'
'Damn it Sammy what the fuck is going on? How is he involved?'
'And why is he controlling a white supremacist group?' Sam let his head fall back on the pillow and pushed the computer towards Dean. 'The painkillers are kicking in.' he gave Dean a cock-eyed grin and felt his eyes drift shut. 'We're so screwed Dean.'
tbc
