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.

Author's Note: Sorry this is a little shorter than normal but it is the best place for me to leave, and for what I have in plan for the next chapter.

Chapter 12

Dean opened his eyes and stared at the cracked and dull looking ceiling above him, the tip of his tongue flicked out along his overly dry lips as he lazily tried to put his confusion into some sort of order, a slightly manic giggle slipped past his carefully constructed defences at that thought. He took a moment to categorise his internal pain, from new and older injuries. He shifted slightly and tried to find a more comfortable spot on the hard mattress, 'at least there's no lumps.' He giggled again as the thought sang it's way through his jumbled mind.

Movement in his peripheral vision made Dean roll his head sideways, a frown formed as he stared at the familiar person who stood by the window but had their gaze fixed on him. 'Take a picture it'll last longer.' He grunted his voice sounding harsh.

'Are you ready to talk yet?'

'Bout what?'

'What happened.'

'Oh so you're gonna tell me what happened? Awesome coz I'm a little fuzzy on some details.'

'Do you think this is funny?'

'Uh nope not really ... why do you?'

'Do you know where you are?'

'Hmm nope, not really though I do know it aint the Ritz.'

'Where are the others?'

'Who we talking about again?'

'There were at least six escapees ... where are the others?'

'Dunno who you're talking bout ... don't know nothin'.'

'I can make you talk.'

'Yeah and the boss said not to hurt the valuable merchandise.'

'Where's your boyfriend?'

'My what?'

'The freak you're involved with ... where is he?'

'I don't have a boyfriend, and sorry you're so not my type.'

'The two of you have caused a lot of problems.'

'Two who? Unless there's the invisible man here there's only one of me.'

'Quite the smart mouth aren't you.'

'Hmm don't forget good looking as well.'

'Sorry love you aint my type.'

'Oh funny, ah yeah shame it hurts to laugh.'

'Where are the others?'

'Do you know you sound like a broken record, I have no idea who you are talking about.'

'We will find them.'

'Good luck ... no honestly good luck I would love to find non-existent people.'

'What's your name?'

'John Doe.'

'For someone in your situation John Doe wouldn't it be better to be a little more forthright with your answers?'

'Wow did you eat a dictionary for breakfast or what?'

'Why were you alone in your car? There is clear evidence of at least two other people in it with you at some stage why were you alone?'

'I was alone?'

'This is getting tiring, just tell me what I want to know and you can have some water and something to eat.'

'Hmm how bout a burger with everything and double onions, fries on the side and hmm let's think a nice cold beer.'

'Surely you must be hungry and thirsty by now?'

'Dunno how long is been?'

'Two days.'

'Hmm yeah I guess but remember I aint no cheap date.'

'Tell me where your boyfriend is.'

'Sorry still not getting anything yet.'

'What about the others?'

'Don't remember.'

'A car and a truck ... only the car was found and you were the only occupant where are the others?'

'Don't remember.'

'What they get sick of your smart mouth too and dump ya sorry ass?'

S--D

Two days previously ...

Bobby pulled the car up outside the cabin and turned to look at his passengers, Sam kept whispering under his breath non-consequential things between gasps of pain, a fear gripped the old hunter's heart, a fear that Sam will never recover from the abuse this time.

Dean stirred and brought Bobby's attention back to the front seat, 'good to see you awake again.'

'Where?' Dean blinked and wiped at his face a few times.

'Safe house ... come on I'll get ya inside and then come back for Sam.'

'No, no help Sam first, I'll be okay.'

Bobby stared at Dean for a second before he nodded and went to get out of the car, he knew it was fruitless even arguing with the younger man.

'Where's the others?' Dean asked suddenly as he craned his neck to look behind them. 'Shouldn't they be here by now?'

'Well if that cloud of dust is anything to go by yeah I'd say that there here.' Bobby grinned as he helped a dazed Sam out of the back of the car, 'come on Sammy time to get you inside.'

'Dad?' Sam blinked, 'where we?'

'Somewhere safe son.' Bobby said gently not wanting to upset the boy anymore than necessary.

'Kay ... Deanie?'

'He'll be in, in a minute, come on Sam that's it.' Bobby encouraged Sam's each shaky step. 'That's my boy.'

Dean watched them with a detached interest, his focus completely on his fragile little brother, taking in the massive blood stainage, the shaking of his limbs, and the frailty that had never been there before.

'Hey Dean you okay in there?' Caleb broke into Dean's thoughts and grinned when he heard the cussing coming from inside the car.

'Yeah fine, go help Bobby you sonovabitch.' Dean sighed, 'take those laughing monkeys with you.'

'Hey that's Mister laughing monkey to you.' Clay laughed as he and Will kept walking towards the cabin.

'Honestly Caleb I'm fine, go and check on Sam please.' Dean said unsure why he wanted time to himself but for that moment he felt closed in and trapped once again.

'Yell when you're ready.' Caleb said before he turned and limped in behind the others, 'don't you fucking dare try to walk on that leg of yours.' Dean sighed heavily and ran his hands over his face, with a shaking hand he picked up a bottle of water from the seat to sip from when he dropped it, cursing he bent down to pick it up when he saw something very foreign to his car. Someone had been inside his baby.

His rage erupted in that second as he ripped the tracking device from its hiding place, setting his shoulders back he slid over to the driver's side and without another thought turned the key and gunned the car into life.

With a plume of dust and dirt behind him and with a long skid mark he was gone before the others could run out of the cabin. 'Bye Sammy.' He whispered as he deliberately drove back the way they had come.

'Dean you dang eedjit what the freaking hell you doin' boy.' Bobby yelled watching the sleek black car fishtailing it away from the cabin.

Dean drove like a possessed or rather obsessed man towards their human and demonic tormentors. 'Come on you sonsovbitches come and get me.' He came to a screaming halt outside the sheriff's office and revved his engine until he saw the familiar faces of the corrupt law officials. 'Want me? Come the fuck on.'

His broken leg numb from use hampered his driving but Dean pushed on determined to get rid of their abusers all in one hit. Expertly braking Dean executed a perfect 180 and sat waiting for the oncoming cars. The impala responding to the touch of its oh so familiar driver, the engine rumbled like a giant sleek panther waiting to pounce.

S--D

Present Day ...

Bobby sat and watched Sam withdraw further into the horrors of his own mind, without the comfort and stability of Dean the young man has seemingly given up. His physical injuries slowly seemed to heal, with small amounts of discharge dribbling from the tight bandages.

Sam alternated between sitting on the floor rocking himself and humming tunelessly, drawing symbols and obscure words on the walls or lying on his side in a catatonic state with tears trickling down his face.

The odd moments of lucidity were few and far between for him, then the only signs Bobby could see of this was Sam watching him with bright eyes and his brother's name falling from his lips.

'Bobby?' Will touched the older man's arm and sat down next to him, 'how's Sam?'

'Just the same ... he's gone to drawing on the floor now. Damn it Will two days, two days and he ...'

'Hey he'll get better Bobby, we can't give up on him yet.' Will said not wanting to add to the man's burden.

'What is it Will?' Bobby spared a look at the man next to him, 'you got sumfin' to tell me?'

'Clay and me just did some recon in town, we know where they got Dean.'

'Where's Clay and Cal?'

'Bringing the impala back.' As soon as Will uttered the word impala, Sam's head snapped up and he tilted his head to the side and looked as though he tried to remember something.

'Sammy?' Bobby watched the youngest Winchester with interest as Sam pushed away from scribbling on the floor and scrambled across to the wall, where he started to draw a large pair of eyes filled with flames, and then next to it he drew a caricature of a man with no eyes hanging from a tree, gaping holes in the body. 'Dang it boy what did they do to you?'

'Bobby we gotta talk.' Caleb said as he rushed as fast as he could into the room, but when he saw Sam and the drawing on the wall, he stopped dead and stared in horror.

'Caleb ... What is it boy?'

'Ah shit, okay on the way back from getting the impala we got a tail.'

'And?'

'We lost em but ... fuck Bobby we ended up a track and we found a body hanging from a tree, no eyes and bullet holes in his chest.' Caleb said as he stared at the image on the wall, all colour drained from his face.

'Caleb ... ah shit.'

'What Bobby?'

'Sam had that vision just as we were leaving the motel.' Bobby mused as he crouched down next to Sam and looked closely at the vacant look in Sam's eyes, 'what you trying to tell us Sammy?'

'Dad?' Sam whispered, 'Deanie sad.'

'Why's he sad?' Bobby asked he hated pretending to be John but it seemed to be the only way Sam could communicate verbally.

'Man with fire in his eyes.' Sam sighed and ran his left hand over the eyes he had drawn, leaving a bloody trail down the wall.

'Sammy? What happened to your hand?' Bobby took Sam's hand gently turned it over and saw the long welts down his palm. 'Sam?'

'Bough will break and Sammy will fall...' Sam started to sing as he rocked himself again, 'down comes Sammy, Deanie and all.' Suddenly he started to hit his head with his bloodied fist. 'Sammy need to learn, punish, punish.'

'Ah fuck, Sammy?' Bobby took Sam's fists in his hands and made him stop rocking, 'Sammy I'm sorry I forgot.'

'Sammy bad boy ... bad boy ... bad boy.' Sam pulled away from Bobby and started to scribble symbols on the wall again, muttered the same words repeatedly under his breath and ignored the others.

'Sammy please look at me.'

'Don't wanna hurt no more.' Sam started to weep as he huddled against the wall, his fingers tracing the outline of the hanged man. 'Hurts daddy.'

'Ah kiddo why don'tcha come and lie down for a while.' Bobby carefully tried to help the lanky young man up, 'shit Sammy you don't weigh anything now.'

'Tickles.' Sammy giggled through his tears, 'M'tired.' Suddenly Sam let his body go lax and he let Bobby lead him over to the bed, climbing in he instinctively rolled onto his side and tucked his sore hand under the pillow.

'Bobby he is gonna get better.' Caleb said as he watched Bobby almost collapse onto a chair, 'he's a fighter, they both are.'

'Yeah I know Cal but when does the fight get too much?' Bobby asked suddenly feeling a lot older than his physical years.

TBC