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 Fifteen
Sam trudged down the unsealed road, he stumbled and fell at times but he focused and kept going, he ignored the scrapes on his skun knees and the gravel rash he had on his hands he just kept walking: He needed to find Dean.
'Dean will know what to do.' He muttered under his breath as he finally came to a stop and stared around him, he scrubbed at the sweat on his forehead and his dirt-filled eyes, blinking back the tears he straightened to his fall height and winced as the movement made the lash marks on his back pull under their healing scabs.
To pass the time as he forced himself to keep walking Sam tried to remember what happened since they escaped from the compound. He could vaguely remember being in the cave, they hunted them like animals. Anger tore at his heart as he kept moving, the beatings he received came back in full glorious technicolour and surround sound, and his breathing grew harsher and tighter he felt as though his chest was trying to implode on itself.
'They took Dean.' He whispered, 'took Dean away from me, or me away from Dean ... that doctor he did things to Sam. A loud sob ripped from him and he dropped to his knees as the memory assaulted him. The man's hands all over him, injecting him with that stuff. The doctor's delight in Sam's pain, everything came flooding back including the assault no one else knows about.
Sam dropped to his knees as Sammy disappeared from his thoughts and the horrors of his ordeal swamped his psyche. 'Dean, have to find Dean.' He muttered and slowly hauled himself back up and kept moving not sure where he was going but deep down Sam knew that Dean was in that direction.
After walking for the last half hour, Sam stopped and squinted at a small building on the horizon, 'Dean.' He nodded and kept struggling on. All he wanted to do was curl up, sleep and never wake up until the nightmare had finished but he had to find his brother.
As he got closer, Sam hesitated for a few seconds and then his hunter persona took hold and he blended in with the shadows moving stealthily across the field. With each step his confidence returned, a shiver ran through his battered body and he deliberately forced the nervousness and horrors away before they made him whimper and want to hide.
The sound of a vehicle as it approached the house startled Sam and he moved closer to the heavy shadows, a fine tremor ran through his already tensed muscles. He rubbed the grit from his eyes and watched as a man got out of a car and hurried inside, he looked so familiar Sam started to feel sick and felt Sammy want to come out again but he shook his head and refused to let those thoughts gain control.
He glanced around and slowly made his way to the window, with his height advantage it was easy for Sam to see into room. His throat constricted when he saw Dean tied to a chair in the middle of the room, a quick scan of the room confirmed the fact that Dean was alone. With a shaky hand, he tapped on the glass and tried to get Dean's attention when that didn't work, he moved around the building carefully watching for that man again. As he slipped around the corner, he heard someone coming closer and he pushed back against the wall, and then back to where he was by the window.
He looked in the house again when the door opened and another man joined Dean, Sam held his breath as he watched the man question Dean, he flinched everytime he saw the stranger strike his brother. His anger once again rose and pushed his fears and horrors to the back of his mind, they could come back later but not now. Now he had to help his brother.
S—D
Dean opened his eyes slowly, knowing what lay ahead when he heard the door open, his body ached from the constant beatings during their so-called interrogations. Sluggishly he lifted his head and blinked furiously while he stared out the window, he was sure that he could see Sam's face in the glass. But that was impossible Sam was still with the other in the cabin, his beautiful, broken brother. The anger coursed through him as he remembered Sam's pitiful cries and shattered body. His baby brother who he could no longer protect from the horrors of the world including other humans, not just the supernatural.
'Oh wait let's see I missed our date? Sorry but ah kind of tied up here.' Dean quipped knowing that it was going to earn him another slap or punch but this time his tormentor stayed silent and watched Dean with an impassive look on his face.
'Gee the silent treatment I must have really been a bad boy.'
'You think that you are funny don't you.' The man finally spoke.
'Hmm yeah well it goes hand in hand with my charm I guess.' Dean smirked this time he earned himself a hard open-handed slap that reopened the split on his upper lip.
'Now Dean we are running out of time, I'm afraid that if you don't co-operate I will be forced to hand you back to the compound, and you don't want that.'
'And why exactly wouldn't I want that? I mean let's face it the hospitality around here is sadly lacking.' Dean's head snapped to the side as another slap stung his cheek.
'Shut up and listen, if you co-operate with me I can save you and your so-called brother a lot of pain and degradation.'
'Gee you are considerate aren't you.'
'Just, just shut the fuck up Dean and listen good. The men that run that camp make my interrogations look like play time. They want you and your brother, no one has ever escaped the camp before and lived to talk about it, that and the fact that you're rutting siblings and that just goes against the laws of nature. They hate the likes of you, coloureds and gays, anyone who does not meet their Arian ideals.'
'So why would I should believe you?' Dean's upper lip curled in disgust as he spat the words out, 'what? You think that I'm gonna co-operate with you, tell you where to find this ... this Sam and that you'll suddenly be all freaking roses and sunshine. I don't think so.'
'You certainly are a hard-arse and oh if I were you, I'd stop pretending that Sam is not your brother, we all know that he is. Man we even have surveillance photos so don't feed me that crap anymore.'
'Maybe I'm just a masochist and love getting knocked around.' Dean's tongue flicked out and lapped at the blood dripping from his lip.
'Can you get any fucking sicker?' The man yelled and punched Dean hard in the chest and then again, on the face, with such force he sent his prisoner, chair and all flying backwards. Dean crashed against the wall and laid there dazed for a few minutes the chair in splinters around him. A large piece of wood protruded from his right forearm and he had a long deep scratch down the side of his neck. 'Get up.'
'Fuck you.' Dean spat the words out along with globules of blood and bile.
'You have five minutes to make your mind up Winchester and then it is either the camp or me.'
'Oohh does that mean I have first spot on your dance card?' Dean started to laugh, at first a light chuckle and then with so much pain in his body and aching in his heart he started to laugh hysterically. The man stood over Dean with his fists clenched ready to strike again when he watched him start to fall apart, shaking his head with disgust he stormed out of the room but left the door unlocked behind him.
S—D
Sam fought every instinct in him not to run to Dean's side, he had to do this the smart way, he glanced down at his hands and hugged them under his arms, as he tried to stop the trembling. The urge to call up in a ball and to give in to the murkiness in his mind was overwhelming but when he heard Dean's strangled laughs turn into painfilled coughs he knew that there was only one thing to do.
He moved around the side of the house and found a large branch to use as a weapon, before he slithered inside, moving so lightly on his feet that no one heard his entrance.
He moved towards the man with his back to Sam first easily overpowering him and then dragged his unconscious body out onto the veranda, tying his hands to the railings with an old cloth draped over the pole. With a satisfied yank on the knotted material, he slowly got to his feet and kicked the man's feet to make sure he was still out. Sam found the gun tucked into his prisoner's belt and checked it before he clicked off the safety and re-entered the house.
'Who the fuck are you?' A shocked sounding voice came from the hallway.
'I'm his fucking brother.' Sam snarled aiming the gun at the man's face, 'and you're the one who's gonna take me to him.'
'Dunno what yer on about.' The man stammered slightly as he started to perspire profusely.
'Wrong answer.' Sam ground out and cocked his gun his finger pressed on the trigger enough to make the man swallow deeply and try to back up.
'Okay, okay I'll take you to him.'
'Move.' Sam shook the gun in the direction he was sure that the room was in, 'now.'
'Can't we ... talk about this?'
'Wrong question that time, one more wrong one and I will shoot you.' Sam growled, trying to force the shaking from his gun hand. He was so tired and felt so sick and sore but all he had in mind was to find Dean. Dean will fix everything, he'll know exactly what to do.
'Okay, don't get a little trigger happy there dude I'll show you.' The man held his hands up and led the way to where they held Dean, he could only hope that back up was on the way.
'I-I remember you.' Sam said suddenly his voice a warm breath on the man's neck, 'you're the one who whipped me.'
'Hmm oh yeah did enjoy doin' that.' The man snickered and then collapsed to the ground when he felt the white hot pain in his leg, 'you shot me, you fucking little bastard you shot me.'
'Yeah and I missed lucky for you I was aiming a little higher.' Sam said as he used the man's own belt to tie the man's hands together and then nudged the leg with a bullet still in the thigh muscle with his boot, a grim grin formed on his face when he heard a grunt of pain. 'Don't go anywhere.'
'Fucking little shit.' The man yelled at Sam's back. Sam stopped and turned fixing the man with a cold stare, with one long stride, he covered the distance between them and with one fluid movement he pistol whipped his prisoner, rendering him unconscious.
'I am not little.' Sam hissed as he stood up and waited for the vertigo to ease before going to find his brother, 'Dean? Dean where are you?'
'Sammy? Sammy oh God is that you?' Dean's voice came from the room near the end of the hallway, using the wall to keep himself upright Sam hurried to Dean's room as fast as he could.
'Dean?'
'Sammy? Tell me I'm not dreamin.' Dean grinned as he rested against the wall and watched his baby brother drop to his knees in front of him. With a shaking hand, he reached out to touch Sam's face. 'Sammy?'
'Nope just Sam.' Sam smiled softly and tried to hide the pain from Dean but his brother's over-protective radar, 'I'm fine Dean.'
'Yeah right and I'm Mickey Mouse and this is the happiest place in the world.'
'Ah man it's good to see ya Dean.'
'Yeah you too, Sammy I – I ah damn come here.' Dean held his arms out and Sam happily hugged his brother quickly before pulling away slightly.
'We have to get out of here Dean but ...'
'But what?'
'You can't walk and I can't carry you.'
'Hey, hey calm down Sammy we'll work out something.' Dean tried to smile but it came out more as a grimace but just as he was about to speak again they heard the sounds of cars pulling up and boot-falls coming their way. 'Ah crap.' Was all he could muster.
TBC
