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.

Author's Note: BIG APOLOGY for the length of time between updates. I recently moved house and aside from all of the stresses associated with that, I had problems with my phone line. So long, story short, instead of being without the internet for 3 days it took 3 weeks. Exactly when I started back at Uni after the mid-year break, so now I am playing catch up big time, thanks so much for everyone for being so patient.

Warning: Graphic violence and sexual assault if you are squeamish about these things then please go read one of my tamer stories.

Chapter Seventeen

Sam's body hung limply from the large hook suspended from the roof, blood dripped silently down to the floor and pooled under his feet, there was an almost peaceful feel in the room. A soft breeze swirled around him, taking the stench of pain and blood away filling the air with a fragrance of lilacs. Gentle caressing wisps of scent easing the horror and making it bearable, or seemingly so.

His head drooped, his chin rested on his upper chest as he stuttered for breath, a low pitiful mewl came deep from within his throat as he fought his way back from the depths of blackness that held him hostage.

A gasp and another stuttered breath escaped from his torn and bleeding lips as reality crashed back into his psyche. 'Dean?' His voice no more than a whisper on the breeze, wearily he lifted his head minutely and blinked several times before he could distinguish shapes and colours. 'De?'

'Sorry son but your Dean aint here.' A stranger's voice sounded so close it made him wince and try to pull away, danger permeated through the air. 'Aww whatsa matta pretty boy?'

'De?' Sam blinked and tried to lift his head a little further, managing to look at his new tormentor. 'Where Dean?'

'Oh he's fine, just helping us with our enquiries.' The man stepped closer to Sam and lifted a finger to his chin, pushing upwards he forced Sam's to look up, 'you are one pretty little boy aint ya.'

'L-leave ... m-m-me ...l-l-lone.' Sam pushed the words out, wincing when the man's fingertip pressed into the cut on his cheek. 'P-p-please.'

'Get away from the boy now.' A new voice echoed through the room, familiar enough for Sam to take a small breath of relief. 'I said step away or I will kill you.'

'Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?' The man demanded he stepped in front of Sam and glared at the intruder with a gun.

'FBI and you are under arrest.' Will said calmly as he aimed his gun at the man's chest, 'now we can do this the easy way or I can take you in nice and quietly.'

'And what would that easy way be?' The man laughed and took a step backwards closer to Sam.

'I kill you here and now.' Will said as he lifted the gun a little higher and straighter. 'Move away from the boy and put your hands behind your head.'

'Make me lawman, but I bought this here boy fair and square and I aim to take what is mine.'

'So there's another charge to the growing list, human trafficking.'

'So whatcha gonna do lawman?' The man gloated and took a menacing step towards Will.

The young FBI agent took a deep breath aimed and fired, his hand steady and aim true his bullet sliced through the flesh and bone and lodged in the heart, lifelessly the man dropped his knees, a stunned look on his face as he stared up at the cold indifferent look on his killer's face before he finished his descent into death.

'Sam?' Will dropped his hand and flicked the safety back on in one swift movement, 'Sam you okay?'

'De?' Sam pushed the soft sounds out, he tried to focus on the voice, 'who?'

'Sam it's me, it's Will.' Will spoke as he climbed onto a chair and as gently as he could released Sam from the hook and lowered him to the ground, mindful of the horrific injuries covering the naked body.

'W-Will?' He blinked and squinted at his rescuer, 'De-Dean?'

'Clay's got him, he's alright Sam.' Will said as he tried to keep his rising emotions out of his voice, he marvelled at how Sam could still be alive let alone conscious. 'We're getting the two of you to safety.'

'T-tired.'

'Won't be long Sam.' Will draped his jacket over Sam's shivering form and pulled out his cell phone. 'Clay I got him, the second package is safe.'

Sam tried to listen to what Will was saying but the buzzing sound in his ears grew louder, he was so tired. 'Leepy.' He mumbled as he watched a tiny flickering light buzz around his face, 'pretty.' The scent of lilacs filled the air again smothering the acrid smell of death and pain. 'pretty light.'

'Sam?' Will closed his cell phone and looked down at the younger man, 'Sam what is it?'

'Pretty light.' Sam mumbled and giggled softly as he raised a shaking finger to the light only he could see. 'So pretty.'

'Sam what is it?' Will asked his worry mounting with each passing nano-second.

'Leepy now.' Sam yawned and winced as the movement reopened the cuts on his lips, 'hurts.'

'We have to get outta here Sam.' Will said as he slipped his arm under Sam's shoulders and helped him to sit up.

Sam screamed in pain with the sudden movement, his face ashen with a blue ring around his mouth, blood gurgled up and out as unconsciousness finally regained control.

'Sam?' Will laid his charge back down and sat back on his haunches, 'now what?' He pulled his cell phone out and hit the speed dial once again. 'Clay we got a problem.'

S—D

Dean glared at the back of Clay's head, the only thing that matched his pain was his anger he understood that they were doing their best but as far as FBI agents go Dean would never ever trust them. 'Where's Sam?' He demanded once again, while he moved to find a more comfortable position on the stretcher, if that was even possible. 'Talk to me dammit.'

'Dean, please.' Clay turned and looked at his charge, maybe he should have left Will here to deal with the very irate and conscious older brother. 'That was Will, he found Sam they'll be out soon.'

'I'm goin back for him myself.'

'No you're not, damn it Dean you can barely sit up let alone get up now let us do our jobs for now please.'

'Well whatcha standing here for Dick Tracy get going.'

'Dean please will you relax.'

'I will when I see my sasquatch of a brother right here and alive.' Dean snapped back, 'until then no aint gonna happen.'

'I can get the medic to sedate you.'

'And I can kill you before you open you're phone.' Dean said his voice low and deadly calm, 'want to try it?'

'We're gonna get Sam back Dean.'

'Yeah right coz you've done a bang up job of this rescue so far.' Dean couldn't help spit the words at the young agent. He knew deep down that it wasn't Clay's fault, but the rescue itself sucked big time. 'Your idiots couldn't tell prisoner from captor.'

'Dean I ...'

'Save it Clay, your man shot me there's nothing else to be said.'

'Dean please, it was not intentional.'

'Yeah right, my death would make it easy for everyone wouldn't it.'

'You are not dying, not on my watch.'

'So when you gonna hand me over?' Dean changed the subject without batting an eyelid.

'Hand you over to who?'

'Don't play coy with me, I know that you've got my so-called file, you know all about Hendrickson.'

'As far as I'm concerned Dean, you and Sam are not Winchesters, you're Bobby Singer's nephews and that's all I know.'

'Clay ...'

'Look I know Victor Hendrickson, he's a prick but he is a good agent, just obsessive...'

'Yeah you could say that, what's taking Will so long?'

Eerily Clay's phone rang just as Dean finished speaking, 'Clay here.' Clay listened intently, his face paled as he turned a panicked stare to Dean. 'I'll ring ya back.'

'What?'

'That was Will.'

'And?'

'Sam collapsed; he's not doing too good.' Clay reported hesitantly not wanting to upset Dean any further by lying to him. 'Will needs help to extricate him.'

'So what we doin' sitting here then?'

'Dean ... you're not thinking straight. You have life threatening injuries what good are you gonna do Sam if you're dead?'

'Damn it Clay what good am I lying here doing nothing?'

'I know but we do this smart.' Clay said as he sat down next to Dean's stretcher and scrubbed his hands over his face, 'Bobby is on his way he should be here any moment.'

'Good Sam trusts Bobby he'll ... he'll ... argh.'

'Dean? Dean what is it?'

'Head, my head ahhh,' Dean screwed his eyes shut and tried to push the pain from his mind but it was over-powering. 'Fucking, freaking shit.'

'Dean, Dean please let the medic give you something.'

'And let em take me into custody aint gonna happen GI Joe so just get to it.' Dean ground out.

'You givin' him lip boy?' Bobby's familiar voice broke into the icy stand off between Dean and Clay.

'Bobby man it's good to see you.' Dean finally felt himself relax slightly, 'we need to get Sam and Will outta there.'

'What's the situation?'

'Will found Sam but he collapsed, we can only keep the others busy for so long before they find them.'

'What the ... I just told you two to find Sam and Dean not start another Waco.'

'Look we had to call in the troops it was the only way to storm the compound and get them out.'

'Uhhuh so how come you're out here and Will and Sam are still in here.'

'They had them separated we had to break up to find em, I got Dean out...'

'Not without shooting me ... they shot me Bobby!' Dean whined at his old friend.

'You shot Dean?'

'No, no, not me one of the others got a little trigger happy and tried to shoot ... he winged Dean instead.'

'Winged? Winged? I could be permanently disfigured or disabled man...' Dean announced mortified at the dismissal of the bullet wound in his thigh.

'Dean settle down.' Bobby growled softly at the young man he considered his adopted son, 'now Clay start from the beginning, and you had better speak fast.'

'We managed to have back up waiting when Will and I got here, we briefed them and then stormed the compound, and we have wanted these supremacists for a helluva long time. We soon had them on the offensive and we broke into two teams with Will leading the other team. I found Dean in a cell, one of my men went to shoot the guard and well you know what happened there. I just heard from Will he's got Sam but ... Sam lost consciousness and ...'

'So we go in and get em out afore the others are done with?'

'Something like that.'

'Bobby you gotta take me with ya.' Dean pleaded.

'Dean, son listen to me.' Bobby crouched down next to Dean and stared at him intently, 'you have ta stay here, you can't ... you got a bullet in ya leg, and beaten all to hell. Dang it all boy you look like the walking dead.'

'But better looking.' Dean managed a wan smirk, 'it's Sam Bobby.'

'I know and I'll bring him back to ya.' Bobby squeezed Dean's shoulder and stood up, 'I'll bring him home.'

'Argh damn it.' Dean squeezed his eyes shut as another wave of pain flood his system, sweat, slippery and oily shone on his flushed skin showing where there were no bruises or cuts.

'Rest Dean please, if not for yerself, for Sam's sake.'

'Dirty pool Bobby.'

'Learned from the master.' Bobby grinned and gave a tiny nod to the medic standing next to the IV bag connected to Dean's arm. 'I'll be back before ya know it.'

'Bobby ... he – he might be little Sammy.' Dean yawned and tried to stay awake, a look of confusion quickly morphed into one of shock and then anger, 'you bastard.'

'For your own good kid.' Bobby shrugged as he watched the sedative take affect.

S—D

'Hang in there Sam, Bobby's on the way.' Will tried to give comfort to the young man but nothing seemed to register. Sam had regained consciousness a few minutes ago but now just stared blankly into space. He showed no signs of acknowledging Will's presence or anything. His lips moved silently but that was all, the only movement he made was to lift his finger to something only he could see. 'Shit Sam I am so sorry that this had to happen to you. None of this was supposed to have happen.' Will shook his head and scrubbed at the errant tears filming across his eyes. 'All it was supposed to be was a simple infiltration of a white supremacist group suspected of race related crimes and domestic terrorism.' Will smiled and stared down at the injured young man lying propped on his knee. 'Geeze Sam what did you and your brother do to deserve this? I mean I know why Clay and me ... well we do this coz it's our jobs but you and Dean what did you two do?'

'Nothing but be who they are.' Bobby said as he came to a stop by Will's leg, 'how is he?'

'Not good, he's conscious but ... totally catatonic.'

'Dang it all, we've gotta get outta here,' Bobby crouched down and touched Sam's cheek tenderly, 'Sam boy it's Bobby.'

Sam flinched at the touch and slowly shifted his gaze to stare up at the familiar craggy face hovering over him; he instinctively moved his head closer into the touch. He opened his mouth and tried to speak but no words came out.

'Has he any clothes at all?' Bobby asked Will, his voice cracking as he spoke.

'I – I'll try and find something for him.' Will eased himself out and away from Sam letting Bobby take over ministering to him.

'Dang it Sammy I'm so sorry.' Bobby whispered as he kept his hand firmly placed on Sam's face, 'we gotta get you outta here, Dean's waiting for ya boy.'

Sam blinked at the sound of his brother's name and tried to focus more on the man holding him. 'De?' The soft sound almost didn't reach Bobby's ear.

'Yeah boy we're taking you back to Dean.' Bobby's voice sounded gruff with emotion, 'come on Will what's takin' so long.'

'Here Bobby, got Sam's jeans and – and a jacket.'

'Nuthin ...'

'Can't use em, they – they're too damaged.' Will managed to choke out, 'even his boxers.'

'Ah fuck.' Bobby's cussed under his breath and then he motioned to Sam, 'help me get him dressed, You just stay still and let us do the work Sam and we'll take ya back to Dean.'

'De?' Sam blinked owlishly at Bobby and then at Will, 'De?'

'Yeah Sam we go to Dean.' Will whispered as he slid the jeans up Sam's legs, 'this'll help ya feel better.'

Sam's lower lip trembled as pain shattered the cocoon of numbness his catatonia created, 'ah hurts, hurts so bad.'

'I know son but it won't be long and we'll have you boys together again and safe.' Bobby pulled the jacket up Sam's arms, 'that's it, but I won't do it up.'

'De?'

'Yeah Sam let's get back to Dean.'

'Sorry guys but we're gotta get going.' A fresh faced young agent appeared in the doorway, his face paling when he saw Sam's visible injuries. 'There's another wave coming.'

'Shit, sorry Sammy we got no choice we gotta get goin.' Bobby stood up and lifted Sam at the Sam time he cradled him against his chest and ignored the whimpers of pain as he hurried out with Will and the other agents close behind.

Gunfire sounded down the distant hallways alerting them to the presence of the hate group. 'Too close.'

'Just get Sam outta here Bobby, we'll hold em off.' Will shouted as he doubled back with his men in tow.

Bobby cursed and hurried outside clutching his precious bundle tightly, worried when Sam stopped wriggling and moaning in pain, instead he suddenly became limp and lifeless. 'Hang on Sam please hang on.'

TBC