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.
Dedication: This chapter is for 1pagan3. She is an inspiration for me, so for that my friend I say thank you. And a big G'Day from Downunder!!!
CHAPTER SIX
Caleb lifted his head slowly, wincing as the pain ricocheted through his body. Moaning softly he sat up, his hand automatically rising to hold his head. Blinking furiously he tried to work out where he was, the room small and sparsely furnished the only clue of anything else was the fact that the window bore bars. It looked a lot like a prison cell except that the door was solid and not made of bars.
'Damn it, Dean? Sam?' Caleb stood up and swaying drunkenly, he lurched towards the door. Kicking it as hard as he could he bashed on it as well and yelled for anyone to hear him. The only effect though was to increase his headache and making his left foot and hand ache like hell also.
'Keep it down.' Bobby's gruff voice came from the other side of the door, unlocking it he pushed Caleb further into the room and put a finger to his lips and then pointed to the light fitting above their heads.
'Turn around and put yer hands behind yer back.' Bobby ordered producing the tie restraints. 'Now pervert.'
Caleb glared at his friend but did as he was ordered, he felt Bobby pull the ties around his wrists but they were left loose enough for him to move his hands if needed.
'Come on.' Bobby grabbed Caleb's arm and started to pull him towards the door.
'Where are you taking me?'
'For me to know and for ya to shut ya cakehole.' Bobby clapped Caleb across the back of the head but softly, more like their friendly physical banter.
As Bobby dragged Caleb down the hallway he glanced around for prying eyes and then he turned and eased his grip, 'you okay?' He whispered hoarsely.
'Um yeah what the hell is going on?'
'Just keep walking and lookin' ahead.'
'Bobby ... where's Dean and Sam?' Caleb whispered as he fell into step next to the older man.
'Dunno they took em to another part of the compound. Damn it Caleb this is ten times more'n crazy.'
'Yeah I know, spotted the demon?'
'He's the boss, he has all of the lackey's convinced he's the greatest leader of the Arian race since ...'
'Man this is fucked.'
'I know Caleb ...'
'Yeah we have to get to Dean and Sam, neither of them are well enough now to take on anyone.'
'I need ya to take me out.'
'What?'
'I need ya to take me out, nuthin' serious but make it look good.'
'Damn it Bobby ... '
'We have to keep appearances up till we find out more, but we need to get to the boys.'
'So how do you want me to do it?'
'Simple punch aint gonna do it kid.'
'Bobby?'
'No we gotta do this right Caleb, yer hands free?'
'Yeah they are now...'
'Okay got me knife in me waistband, just not too deep and then knock me out.'
'Bobby!'
'Just do it Caleb.'
Five minutes later Caleb lowered an unconscious Bobby to the floor took a glance around and then took off, keeping hold of Bobby's knife. He skidded around a corner, finally pausing to take a breath when he heard voices coming towards him. Crouching low and hard against the wall in the shadows he waited with knife poised.
'Ha, did ya see that gangly fag?'
'Yeah the boss did a real number on him didn't he.'
'So what's he gonna do with em?'
'Gonna use em for hunting.'
'Don't get ya.'
'He wants em nice and bled and then he's gonna let em loose on the grounds for the new recruits to hunt down.'
'Hehehe, bleedin' em first ... geeze he don't want to give em too much of a chance does he.'
'Nope, dunno Billy, it's kinda personal if ya ask me.'
'Whatcha mean?'
'They really are brothers man.'
'What? But that... that's disgustin' two brothers doin' it.'
'Nope they aint doin' it.'
'How do you know Phil? I mean how do you know they're brothers?'
'My Grandpa ... he met the older one at the pharmacy, he was getting' stuff for his younger brother.'
'No shit, so if they aren't ... still whatever the boss says.'
'Yeah I know what the boss wants the boss gets and we aint arguin' the point coz he'll have his reasons.'
'Yeah true, an' anyways who's gonna miss em, they're half-dead already.'
Caleb bit hit tongue while he waited for the two men to walk past, he so wanted to take them both out but he couldn't risk it. Slipping back into the hallway he sprinted away from them sure that they would find Bobby any minute.
Panting heavily he skidded to a stop when he came to a locked door, the atmosphere changing with each passing second. The temperature dropping to the point where he could see the tufts of breath from his own mouth. 'Dean? Sam?' He risked calling out as he worked on the lock. A muffled response was all it took for him to work even faster.
'Damn it Dean?' Caleb breathed as he burst into the room, the temperature must be almost below zero it was so cold. Dean barely lifted his head off his chest to acknowledge Caleb, 'Dean?'
'Cal?' Dean ran the tip of his tongue over his dry and cracked lips, 'Sammy.'
Caleb ran over to where Sam lay slumped against the wall, his feet and hands shackled so tightly that the chains were embedded in his skin, dried blood encrusted around the metal and his skin looked black and enflamed.
'Sammy? It's me Cal.' He whispered touching the younger man's cheek, the heat radiating from him at odds with the freezing air in the room. 'Sam come on dude wake up for me.'
'N-n-n-no, no p-p-please d-d-d-don't hurt him.'
'Sam, Sam it's me Caleb.' Cal touched Sam's shoulder, his heart thudding against his chest while he watched Sam curl into himself as much as he could.
'D-D-Dean.' Sam stuttered his brother's name, 's-s-sorry.'
'Sammy?' Dean croaked and Caleb's stone heart fractured bleeding inside, he staggered back to Dean and with Bobby's bloodstained knife cut the ropes holding him up, wary of his injuries he helped him over to Sam. 'Sammy?'
'N-n-no trick.' Sam cried pitifully, lost in his own mind, the fractured images twisted and torn beyond description.
'What ... do ... we?'
'We have to get the two of you out of here Dean,' Caleb explained as he worked on freeing Sam, 'they're planning on using the two of you as bait for the new recruits to hunt down. They also know, well a few of them that you are brothers and that it's personal with the boss.'
'Who the fuck is the boss?'
'Dunno but Bobby is trying to find out.'
'Bobby? Is he?'
'He ah helped me escape, dammit Dean this is so fucked I just want to get you guys and Bobby and get the fuck outta here.'
'We, we have to finish this.' Dean gasped as he tried to sit up, 'so fucking cold.'
'I know it's freezing in here, we have to ... Dean? No dammit Dean don't you do this.'
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Bobby groaned and opened his eyes to stare at two pairs staring back down at him. 'What the ... get off me.'
'Sorry Sir, what happened we found you bleeding and unconscious.' The one called Phil helped Bobby to stand up.
'Little shit got the jump on me, pretended to stumble.' Bobby snarled curling his upper lip, 'damn he's got me knife.'
'More than that Sir, he got you with your own knife.' Billy said pointing to Bobby's bleeding side.
'Just a scratch.'
'Let us help you to the infirmary.' Phil said placing Bobby's arm over his shoulders, 'we can raise the alarm there.'
'Fine.' Bobby said then he let his body go lax and fall bonelessly apparently unconscious.
'Call for help.' Phil looked across at Billy, 'quick afore he bleeds out and the boss blames us.'
'Damn it Phil, we're gonna get in trouble over this I can feel it.' Billy said as he pulled out his small radio, 'we should have been quicker in coming in, man what if he passed us and we didn't even know it.'
'What is it?' A static filled disembodied voice came from the radio cutting into their discussion.
'Sir we just found Bobby, the prisoner got the drop, laid him out and stabbed him, we're taking him to the infirmary.' Billy reported and then held the radio away from his body as the yelling and threats grew louder in volume.
TBC
Sorry it's so short but there is a reason for it and will be revealed in the next chapter.
