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 Sixteen
Sam opened his eyes and stared around the small room miserably, his head throbbed with a dull headache and he could feel the dampness on his back from where some of the lash marks reopened.
'Hey Sammy,' Dean whispered a small weary grin formed on his lips when he saw his baby brother wake up.
'Hey Dean what happened?' Sam squinted at Dean and shook his head though immediately regretted the movement when it stirred his headache up.
'They ah ... there were more of them than us.' Dean shrugged his shoulder and winced the pull on his ribs evidence of his interrogations.
'You okay Dean?'
'Yeah dude, just peachy so Sammy care to enlighten me on what happened? I mean not that I'm not happy bout your sudden re-emergence but ...'
'Yeah weird huh? Fuck Dean it's so hard, it's like the ... other me wants to take control and protect, I dunno where it came from or why. I have to constantly remind myself who I am and who you are.' Sam admitted staring at his feet, 'they stormed the cabin ... oh God.'
'What is it Sammy?'
'Caleb ... I had to leave him to get help, he was unconscious in the shed.' Sam's lower lip quivered as he tried to regain some semblance of control over his emotions, 'Bobby and the others went to find you.'
'Ah fuck what the ... It's okay Sammy, hey it's okay.' Dean wanted to reach out and pull his baby brother into his arms but instead he took a deep breath and tried the ropes once again.
'Dean ... do you know?'
'Back at the compound I guess.'
'Well, well aint this sweet.' A large man stood in the doorway and watched the two brothers talking quietly, 'told ya you'd end up back in here.'
'Yeah and your point is?' Dean shot back before he could stop himself.
'Still the smart mouth, so this is Sammy your supposed brother?'
'Leave him alone.'
'Nice, very nice got that broken vulnerable air about it him hasn't he?'
'I said leave him alone ... don't you touch him.'
'Aw what's a matta you a little green-eyed are ya?'
'Get fucked.'
'Nope but I bet you want to, sink it deep into this gorgeous piece of ass.' Dean's tormentor sauntered into the room and stood between the two chairs holding the two boys captive. 'I suppose that there is just enough of a resemblance for the two of you to pull off being brothers, but geeze guys couldn't you come up with a better cover than that.'
'Gee I dunno, seems like nature has something to say about that ya know with the same DNA in both of us.'
'You really do have a smart mouth don't ya.' The man snarled as he readied himself to start beating Dean again when he stopped with a stunned look on his face. 'What the?'
'Leave m-my brother a-alone.' Sam cried out. 'Don't touch him.'
'Sammy?' Dean breathed, he braced himself for the strike that never happened and then he saw the sparks flying when the man went to hit him. It was like some sort of invisible barrier covered them.
'Don't you hurt my brother,' Sam said again and concentrated on the man and managed to block out Dean's presence.
'You little freak.' The man snarled as he stepped closer to Sam, 'stop whatever yer doin' or I'll separate ya and then we'll see who gets the upper hand.'
'I don't want you to hurt Dean.'
'Then quit this nonsense right now.'
Sam blinked and dropped his chin to his chest, as quickly as it came the power left and both boys were vulnerable again. 'S-Sorry D-Dean.' He whispered.
'Sammy?' Dean glanced over at his brother and then at the man tormenting them, 'what the fuck do you want with us?'
'Well ya see, the two of you have pissed off some people in high places, first as I told ya no one has ever escaped from here before and secondly, no one's buying your story of brotherly love. Ya just a pair of rutting homos.'
'Get a life.' Dean snarled.
'Hmm ya see I was thinking lots bout you two, what you would do for each other and it got me to thinking.'
'Don't strain yourself.' Dean smirked.
'I want to put that to the test.'
'Say what?' Dean's face paled as he stared in horror at the man, 'and here I thought it was just the demons that were fucking crazy.'
'Excuse me Sir.' A young blonde man stood to attention just in the doorway, 'the Commander wants to see you.'
'What the fuck does he want?'
'Sorry Captain Rogers he didn't say, just that he wants to see you immediately.' The young recruit nodded and span around on his heels and left.
'Shame looks like we're gonna have to pick this up later.'
'Captain Rogers?' Dean snorted, 'let me guess your first name is Buck?'
'Oh funny, you should have been a stand up comedian.'
'Yeah but then I would have missed out on such fascinating conversation.' Dean's grin grew wider, 'come on you can tell me, is your name Buck Rogers?'
'If you must know my name is Maurice.'
'Oh now that's funny.' Dean laughed aloud, but confused even himself he had no idea why he thought it was so funny but he also realised that he couldn't stop himself.
'Funny man Winchester funny man.'
'Who you calling Winchester? Aint my name.'
'Yeah right.' Maurie snorted and turned to leave when he stopped abruptly and turned back to Sam, 'think I might leave you two with a parting gift.' He grinned as he bent towards Sam and grabbed a fist full of the younger man's hair, viciously he yanked his head back, forcing Sam to look up at him, his neck muscles corded and bunched with the strain. 'Something to think about for next time.' He smiled coldly and then viciously and brutally forced his mouth against Sam's. This was no tender embrace, or lover's kiss. It was violent and brutal, a show of strength and power, leaving Sam's lips bruised and bleeding, and utter terror shining in his eyes. 'There's more where that came from.' He whispered in Sam's ear, straightening he kept his fist in Sam's hair and turned his face to stare at Dean, a look of complete smugness fixed on his cold features. 'Like the show?'
'You're dead.' Dean hissed in a low and controlled voice.
'Nah been there done that, now I prefer to play with my ... toys.' His laughter followed him out of the room leaving the shell-shocked brothers alone once again.
'Sammy?'
'I-I'm okay Dean.' Sam mumbled embarrassed.
'Sammy ...'
'I'm sorry Dean, I didn't want that.' Sam cried large tears fell down his face, 'I don't want this anymore.'
'Sam, please Sam you stay with me you hear, little Sammy is alright he doesn't have to come back.'
'Not like that Dean.' Sam pouted slightly.
'I know you're not, your stronger than they are Sammy.'
'Hurts Deanie.'
'No, no damn it Sammy please let Sam stay.'
'Sam hurts, Sam scared.'
'I know Sammy but I need Sam, Deanie needs Sam can you bring him back?'
'Okkies, don't Deanie love Sammy?'
'Oh I do, I do it's just that Sam ... Sam can help me keep little Sammy safe.'
'You want Sam to be your helper?'
'Yeah that's it little dude, is that alright for now?'
'Guess.' Sammy mumbled, 'you still love Sammy?'
'Sure do little man.'
'Sammy love his Deanie too.' Sam's head dropped to his chest and Dean started to wonder if he had in fact passed out.
'Sam?' Dean whispered, 'please Sam come back to me.'
'Dean? It happened again didn't it?' Sam rolled his eyes to look at his brother and then dropped his gaze again, too ashamed to meet Dean's.
'Yeah but it's okay Sam, do you remember what happened?'
Sam didn't answer but nodded his head slowly, the door swung open just then and four young men all with identical blonde buzz cuts and blue eyes, dressed in jeans and plain denim shirts and hobnail boots stormed in. They broke into pairs and took their positions at the back of the brothers' shoulders.
Maurice Rogers came in with a big smile on his face and rubbed his hands in glee, 'time for some fun boys.'
'What the fuck do you think you're doing?' Dean demanded straining against his new restraints.
'Now, now Dean don't want to reopen that arm of yours do you?' Rogers taunted his prisoner, 'so now we all know each other, Dean and Sam Winchester, our so-called brothers, here have been rather difficult.'
The young men chuckled softly as if on cue and then they silenced again, their presence unnerved Sam immensely and he had to fight to keep Sammy hidden, he needed, no Dean needed him to stay solid.
'We're going to play a little game boys.' Rogers smirked as he moved to stand between the two chairs, 'now Dean it would be in your best interest to answer the questions honestly, if you do know how to do that.'
'And if I don't?' Dean asked, before he could stop himself his face paling even more when one of the guards behind him placed his hand on Dean's injured arm and pressed until the wound started to bleed again. 'Damn it.' Dean yelped unable to stop himself.
'Leave him alone.' Sam squirmed in his seat, his fear shone on his face and in his eyes.
'Tell me Dean how much do you love your brother?' Rogers asked moving to run his hand down Sam's chest, 'or is he just another bed warmer for yourself?'
'Go fuck yourself.' Dean ground out between gasped breathes, the pressure gone from his arm but the throbbing pain intensified exponentially.
'Wrong answer Dean.' Rogers snarled emphasising Dean's name, 'undo Sam's restraints, but keep your guns on Dean, if either one makes a move shoot.'
'Undo my restraints.' Dean yelled as he watched horrified as they undid Sam's ropes and then removed his shirt, exposing the half-healed injuries. 'Please let him go.'
'Begging now are we? Chain him up.' Rogers grinned maliciously as he watched Dean closely.
'Leave him alone you bastard; do whatever you want to me just leave him alone.'
'Oh aint that sweet!' Rogers said and moved to stand in front of Dean and effectively blocked his line of sight and Sam.
'Sammy?' Dean cried out when he heard his brother whimper and the noise of chains, 'what the fuck do you think you're doing?'
Rogers glanced over his shoulder for a second and then turned back to Dean with a malicious look on his face, 'now are you willing to answer my questions.'
'Sammy?' Dean yelled his heart thumped hard against the wall of his chest, it hurt to breath.
'That is not an answer.' Rogers slapped Dean's face hard, 'now again how much do you love your brother or is he just a bed warmer to you?'
'Let me see my brother.' Dean looked up at his tormentor, 'let me see him please?'
S—D
Bobby stood in the middle of the cabin staring around in shock, this was not happening. Three bodies lay scattered across the room, but none were Sam or Caleb.
'Get a grip Singer and think.' He muttered to himself, scrubbing at his eyes tiredly he looked down a reddish brown stain near the door way. 'Holy shit ... Will come here.'
'Bobby?' Will looked down to where Bobby was pointing, 'the spots lead outside.'
'Ya think.' Bobby groused and started to follow the trail. 'The shed.'
The two men ran to the shed, both feeling trepidation about what they were going to find. 'Caleb?' Bobby ran to his friend and felt for a pulse, 'he's still alive.'
'Look bloody handprints they are too big to be anyone else's.' Will remarked, 'would Sam have left Caleb?'
'Only if he thought that he could get help, but let's face it Sam aint hisself at the moment.'
'Sammy.' Caleb whispered and tried to move, 'gotta find Sammy.'
'Whoa Cal settle down there man.' Bobby soothed his friend, 'ya got a bit of a bleeder.'
'Find Sammy.' Cal said, his eyes slid shut and he went limp in Bobby's arms, the only sign of life was the slight rise and fall of his chest with each breath.
'Bobby looks like Sam left on foot.' Clay said as he appeared in the doorway, 'his footprints are pretty clear.'
'Well whatcha standin' there for ya eedjit, you and Will go ... I'll get Caleb fixed up.'
'Bobby you sure?'
'Go, please go find my boys and bring em back.' Bobby said as he busied himself with tending to his injured friend.
TBC
