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: This chapter is for 1Pagan3 your wish is my command, hope you enjoy it Sweety.
Sorry it's not very long but I have to get to Uni for classes, I just wanted to post this before I left. I have been very deliberate in where I have left it, so please don't shoot me yet ... I have my reasons! mmmwhahahaha
Chapter 13
Sam watched Bobby's every movement, seemingly fascinated with the older hunter, 'Dean's gone Dad.' He muttered twisting his fingers in the old blanket covering him.
'What ... where has Dean gone Sammy?'
'Man has him, Deanie so mad ... he, he scared.'
Bobby stared at Sam with a look of mixed feelings, he wanted to help him but he didn't want to send him over the edge. 'Do you know who the man is Sammy?'
Sam slid off the bed to sit on the floor and picked up his paper and pencils, intrigued Bobby sat on the edge of the bed next to the younger man and watched him sketch.
'Bad man dad.' Sam said lifting the paper to Bobby then he rested his head against the older hunter's knee, 'bad man got Dean.'
Bobby stared at the paper, Sam had drawn a large man wearing a grey uniform and a gun belt, behind him was a room with bars and a figure tied to a chair. Sam could see Dean trapped in a cell. 'You did good Sammy.'
'I did?' Sam looked up and smiled happily, his dimples in full force, 'thanks dad.'
'Want to draw me another picture?'
'Owkay.' Sam thought for a moment and then with the tip of his tongue protruding from his lips he started to sketch. Bobby squeezed Sam's shoulder and then got up going to find the others.
'Cal, guys Sam ... Sam drew a very interesting picture just now.' Bobby said as he passed them the piece of paper. 'He said that the bad man has Dean.'
'Dude that's the local sheriff.'
'Yeah that's what I thought too.'
'How ... how reliable do you think Sam is Bobby?' Clay asked him as he studied the picture carefully, 'fuck me, he's got such detail in this.'
'Yeah and it took him just a few minutes.' Bobby replied, he scrubbed his face with his hand and readjusted his cap, 'think we need to check it out, Sam's communicating the only way he knows how at the moment. Whatever that drug did to him, as long as he doesn't get called Sam and has too much pressure he's staying pretty calm.'
'Caleb you're still hurt ...' Clay turned his attention to the hunter.
'Yeah I know you and Bobby go, will and me will stay with Sammy.'
'Don't whatever you do, don't call him Sam it's Sammy.' Bobby said when he turned his head to look over at Sam, 'he's nice and quiet for now.'
'We'll be fine old man you just get back in once piece and preferably with Dean in tow.'
'Nuff of the old man stuff Caleb.' Bobby groused, 'we'll take my truck, it's less known.' He went back to Sam and crouched down in front of the younger man, 'hey Sammy.'
'Hey dad.' Sam looked up from his picture and smiled.
'I have to go into town for a little while, but Caleb and Will are gonna stay here with you until I get back.'
'Kay ... dad?'
'Yeah Sammy?'
'Don't be too mad with Dean kay.'
'Why would I be mad with Dean?' Bobby asked amused at Sam's constant change in subject and mood.
'He's been gone all night ...' Sam glanced around and then beckoned for Bobby to lean closer, 'I think he has a girlfriend.' He whispered conspiratorially.
'Well I won't be too hard on him then.' Bobby chuckled and ruffled Sam's hair, 'you be good for Caleb.'
'Yes Sir.' Sam dropped his gaze and returned to his drawing, Bobby glanced down at the image and felt the colour drain from his face, he stood and shook his head knowing the image was going to stay with him now.
'I am so sorry Sammy, you shouldn't be ... you shouldn't have to deal with this.'
'It's okay Bobby ... Sammy will be fine.' The words came from Sam's mouth and chilled Bobby inside and out. He stared down at the clear green eyes and saw a glimmer of the old Sam in them before the younger man dropped his gaze and went back to sketching obscure symbols.
S—D
Dean cracked his eyes open and blinked blearily at his new surroundings, 'so this the deluxe suite or what?' he muttered as he slowly pushed himself up and leant against the wall. Bars, he was behind bars once again, this time though he wasn't handcuffed or tied up.
'Nice to see you awake.' A cold voice came from the other side of the bars, 'ready for another chat?'
'What, what did you give me?'
'Just something to keep you quiet while we transferred you, didn't want ya to wake up the neighbours.'
'Wow, that's considerate of ya.'
'I aim to please.'
'So how you doing?'
'Good what about you?'
'Starvin' could do with a big steak.'
'Sorry got stale bread and water.'
'Thanks but I'll pass, don't want to ruin my figure.'
'You ready to talk yet?'
'Hmm well you will have to give me a topic to discuss, we can talk about anything but you will have to be a little more specific.'
'Your friends for a start.'
'Dunno who you're talking bout.'
'What about a certain tall young man with brown hair and dimples. Kind of tragic really.'
'Dunno who you're talking bout.'
'Hmm well let me tell you a little story, this young man very talented psychic and also suspect homo, too pretty for his own good with bright green eyes and dimples ya just want to lick off his face. He was put through a few tests and experiments to see what he can withstand. The drugs used on him were strong and very effective, blurred his consciousness and opened him completely.'
'Opened him how?' Dean heard himself ask and inwardly cringed.
'The drugs released all of his inhibitions with his gifts, he can no longer distinguish between what is real and what is visionary. Shame really, a brilliant mind as well but it had to be done to prove what kind of freak he really is.'
'What does this have to do with me?'
'A lot actually seeing the two of you share the same parents, the same DNA so tell me Dean Winchester just what is so special about your family.'
'Told you my name is John Doe.'
'John ... Dean ... whatever tell me why are you so special?'
'Hmm I am gorgeous and the ladies love me.'
'Define what you mean by ladies? Tell me how does it feel to fuck your brother?'
'What?' Dean spat the word out and launched himself at the bars, 'come in here and say that you bastard.'
'Wow, I must say I am impressed, you took longer than I anticipated in breaking into temper.'
'Fuck you.'
'Thanks but no thanks, you aint my type.'
'Oh you are a funny bastard aren't you.'
'Takes one to know one.'
'Whatever.'
'Good come back Dean, so back to my question, what makes the Winchester family so fucking special?'
'Good genes.'
'Your father's soul is often bartered over in hell, did you know that, he gets passed around quite a bit especially to those who he had sent back to hell.'
'Fuck you.'
'Gee Dean did I hit a nerve.'
'My dad kills vermin like you for training purposes.'
'Your dad is dead.'
'No he's not, dunno where you got your information but it's flawed.'
'Not so flawed. Tell me Dean what would you do to get your father back?'
'I'm not listening.'
'Would you sell your brother out? Let me ask you something, we have a chance to do a deal, I can give you your father back intact and you give me your freak of a brother, can't be fairer than that.'
TBC
