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 FIVE
Sam groaned and opened his eyes slowly, his frustrations growing exponentially as each second past. Sighing he lifted his head and noticed that the cabin was empty, frowning he gradually pulled himself up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
'Shit easy.' He grinned at his own comment, 'okay now get up Sam.' Slowly, so slowly he levered himself upright, standing on shaking legs with waves of dizziness flooding his head and awareness. Swallowing deeply he took a tentative step forward and then another. One at a time until he managed to reach the bathroom door, his face a mask of sweat and pain he grimaced and took two more steps until he reached the toilet, even feeling like crap he had managed it on his own. The next step a shower.
Dean opened the door quietly and glanced over at Sam's crumpled but empty bed, the bloodstained sheets twisted in a ball but no Sam. Horrified Dean pushed his way into the room and went to yell for his brother when he heard the shower running. 'You're gonna be the death of me Sam.' He covered the small space of floor with three easy strides, 'Sammy you in there?'
Sam lifted his head and listened intently as Dean bellowed on the other side of the door. 'Yeah I'll be out in a minute.' Sam called back not caring if Dean heard him properly.
A mixture of pride and frustration fuelled Dean's hyperactivity and he couldn't stop himself from starting to pace in front of the closed door. Caleb and Bobby stood in the doorway both trying to hide their amusement from the younger man.
'Don't say a word.' He growled at them when he saw the barely contained comic relief, 'so you two gonna become garden gnomes or something?'
'Or something,' Caleb said as they came in and sat down, Bobby placing himself closest to the door but away from the windows, Cal took the seat in the window and Dean paced.
Finally, the shower turned off and the three men all lifted their heads and listened intently waiting with baited breath for Sam to emerge from the bathroom. As the door opened Dean appeared at Sam's side and took his arm, 'damn it Sammy what were you doing?'
'Well had to go ... and thought I'd have a shower while I was in there,' Sam shook his head at the frantic looks on Dean's and their friends' faces, 'I was fine and I reeked a bit.'
'Just a bit?' Dean had to retort back, 'so you going back to bed?'
'Nope just help me over to the chair,' Sam said, 'I'm so tired of lying down and I am feeling better.'
'So I can check out your back?' Bobby asked his voice gruff with pent up emotion.
'Yeah thanks Bobby.' Sam smiled softly and blinked up at both men, 'when did you?'
'We were checking the perimeter before we came in,' Caleb said pulling his gaze from Sam's back. 'Took longer than we thought.'
Sam flinched as Bobby took the waterproof padding off and then peeled back the cottonwool and gauze. The older hunter's face tinged with green as he saw the damage taking solace in the fact that it must be better than what it was to begin with.
'How's it?'
'Good Sam no infection, your brother here did a good job with his stitching.' Bobby said locking gazes with Dean.
'Thanks.' Sam's voice barely above a whisper when he caught the panic rising in Dean's eyes, 'so um what do I have to do to get something to eat and drink?'
'Coffee and sandwiches coming up dude.' Caleb said happy to be able to do something.
As he stood in the kitchenette Caleb glanced outside, the bright full moon shone brightly illuminating the garden around the cabin. 'Dean?' He called the older brother, 'help here.'
'No mayo.' Dean quipped but stopped when he saw the look on Caleb's face, 'what?'
Cal nodded towards the window as he finished the sandwiches, 'shadow.'
Dean's intense gaze scanned the shrubs and saw the shadowed figure moving closer to the cabin, 'damn it.'
'Whatcha wanna do?'
'Don't want Sam freaked out ... okay we'll take in the coffee and sandwiches and then you and I are checking the perimeter again.'
'Dean you okay?' Sam called when he noticed the hushed discussion going on between his brother and friend.
'Yeah dude keep your hair on.' Dean said picking up the tray of coffees and led the way back to the others. Bobby finished rebandaging Sam's back and went to wash his hands before he scrummaged in his pack for stronger painkillers.
'Here take these.' He dropped two in Sam's hand and then handed him his coffee, 'you're not staying out of bed long either.'
'Yeah, yeah,' Sam frowned as he watched Dean and Caleb slip outside again, 'Bobby what's going on?'
'Dunno but something tells me that the two of us can enjoy these sandwiches in private.' Bobby picked one up and took a big bite hoping to encourage Sam in following suit. The boy had lost too much weight.
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Dean slipped behind the man creeping along the wall and without making a sound knocked him out and guided the unconscious man to the ground, he glanced up at Caleb who had done the same. Deftly Dean checked his prisoner for weapons and cell before pulling the hood off the face. 'Damn it, you're just a freaking kid.'
'Dean!' Caleb pointed to his; neither of the intruders would have been any older than fifteen or sixteen. 'What the fuck is going on Dean?'
'Welcome to the world of Arian shits.' Dean snarled his response wanting to inflict just as much pain on the intruders as they did on Sam but he knew he couldn't instead a cold menacing smile spread across his face. 'I got an idea Cal.'
'Damn something tells me I aint gonna like it.' Caleb smiled back.
Chuckling softly Dean hefted his prisoner over his shoulder and pushed away knowing that Caleb would follow suit.
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Sam tried his hardest to stay awake, but the scant energy levels he had were depleted and his eyes drooped shut a few times before they remained shut and his breathing evened out and became deeper. Bobby smiled softly and tenderly covered the young hunter with a blanket and made him as comfortable as possible.
'Damn it Dean and Caleb you had better not be doing something stupid.' Bobby muttered softly watching Sam sleep; he saw the minute tremors of pain flickering over Sam's face, the trickle of sweat running down his cheek. 'Sam?'
'No, no Dean no.' Sam cried, large tears fell down his face as he struggled with the images filling his mind.
'Sam? Sammy time to wake up son.' Bobby shook Sam's shoulder gently but to no avail, 'Sam what's wrong?'
'Dean!' Sam gasped for his breath as he started to hyperventilate, 'no Dean.' He stared up at Bobby his green eyes dark with fear and wide open, 'Dean.'
'Sh calm down Sam it's alright.'
'Bobby?'
'Yeah, yeah it's alright Sam.'
'Where's Dean?'
'I'm right here Sammy.' Dean voice came from the front door, 'what's wrong dude?'
'Where were you?' Sam's fear quickly morphed into anger, 'where's Caleb?'
'Right here with me, hey Sammy it's alright there's nothing wrong.'
'Yeah right, tell that to whatever is causing my visions.' Sam snapped awkwardly he managed to roll himself over until he faced the wall and tried to tune out the voices behind him.
'Bobby what happened?' Dean asked the shock of Sam's reaction still evident in his face.
'Not sure, he was asleep and then ... he was thrashing about and calling out for you.'
'Damn it, did he have a vision?'
'He is still here!' Sam said his voice tinged with his anger, 'why don't you ask him?'
'Sam what is it? What's got you so worked up man?' Dean sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Sam to reply but the only answer he got was silence and then the slightest sound of muffled sniffles.
Bobby looked at his watch and paled, 'look I've been here too long I'll be in touch when I can.'
'I'll come with you and fill you in on stuff.' Cal said leaving Dean alone with his brother.
'Sam they're gone.' Dean said as he watched Bobby and Caleb leave, 'what's going on in that freaky head of yours?'
Sam sighed heavily and then attempted to sit up, 'help please.' Dean helped Sam sit up without question and waited for an answer to his earlier question.
'Had a vision, dream or whatever.' Sam started fixing his gaze on the bedcovers.
'Yeah and?'
'They had you ... the demon ... he gave you to them.'
'What do you mean Sammy?'
'The demon had you strung up and gagged; he said that they could use you for target practice.' Sam spat the words out still unable to look at his brother, 'I – I was there but I was too ... I was too weak to do anything to help you.'
'Oh God, Sam ... Sammy look at me.' Dean ducked his head until he was in Sam's line of sight, 'we can play peekaboo later Sammy talk to me.'
'They were ... I can't do anything to help you.' Sam's voice broke as his emotions finally broke, 'I was helpless, I was weak and I couldn't do anything.'
'Never Sammy, you will never be weak to me.' Dean said reaching over to dry Sam's tears, 'we're in this together dude.'
The sounds of a scuffle startled the brothers but before they could react the door crashed open, splintering as it shattered. Dean moved to get his gun in one fluid motion he retrieved it, came up between the beds on one knee, and firmly placed in front of Sam. 'Get the fuck out of our room.'
'Oh aint that sweet, one little fag protecting the other.' They heard a gruff voice dripping with sarcasm, 'put the gun down darlin' afore you hurt yourself.' A familiar voice taunted Dean and he just managed to keep his neutral mask on when he saw Bobby standing there surrounded by a group of blond, blue-eyed boys.
'What the fuck do you want?' Dean snarled keeping his gun aimed, 'just leave me and my brother alone.'
'Ah so that's what you call it these days?' Bobby moved forward menacing them with his gun, 'you brothers in love huh?'
'Let's dust em now.' One of the kids spoke up pushing through to try and get closer.
'Down boy, the boss doesn't want em hurt.' Bobby growled. 'Put ya gun down boy, unless you want your pretty boy there to get messed up some more.' Bobby's stomach roiled with guilt and disgust as he forced himself to treat the boys with such contempt and hatred. The Winchester boys the closest he would ever have to sons of his own.
'Dean?' Sam whispered his energy nearly depleted.
'Remember the boss don't want em hurt.' Bobby took the gun from Dean, their eyes met for a brief flicker of a moment before they took Sam, Dean prisoner, Caleb already overpowered, and lying unconscious outside. This was not going to go down as Bobby's best day of his life.
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The splash of cold water on his face made Dean gasp and blink furiously, he vaguely remembered what had happened at the cabin, the last thing was a stinging sensation before blackout; they must have drugged him with some freaking strong shit. Sammy? He lifted his head and tried to workout where he was, dully he realised that his arms were stretched above his head, his wrists bound tightly and suspended from a large silver ring. A gag prevented him from making any noise except for impatient grunts, as his bare toes scrapped the floor. Cursing in his thoughts Dean realised one more thing aside from being shoe and sockless - he was shirtless.
As his sight cleared, Dean stared around his surroundings, his heart skipping a beat when he saw the unconscious form of Sam, slumped against the wall; heavy shackles bound his hands and feet. The only thought that came to Dean was Sam's vision, the one he had before everything went pear-shaped.We're so screwed.
TBC
