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 plot line.
Warning: Graphic violence and sexual assault if you are squeamish about these things then please go read one of my tamer stories.
WARNING NUMBER TWO!! I am in a rather dark frame of mind at the moment so be warned!!
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Bobby screamed incoherently against his gag as he was forced to watch them abuse Sam. His scars barely healed from the last attack split open and bled openly down his back and arms. Fury burned in the heart of the older hunter, the young man he considered a son was dying in front of him; there was nothing he could do: but watch. The air filled with the coppery stench of warm blood as it sprayed patterns on the floor and walls from each strike inflicted on the lithe body.
Physically Sam winced but showed no outward signs of feeling anything, his voice had faded long ago but he was still deep within his trance-state.
Bobby closed his eyes and willed himself to calm and to clear his mind of the horror in front of him, but when he heard a disgustingly vicious thud his eyes snapped open and he felt his stomach start to churn all over again. They decided to change tactics and used a baseball bat to smash one of Sam's kneecaps, this time the young man's body seized and his breath stuttered in his throat.
'Mmmmphhh.' Bobby struggled against his bonds, his anger blinding him with a red haze.
'This is getting boring.' Rodgers sauntered over to Bobby and yanked the gag out of his mouth, 'what is going on with young Sam over there?'
'Leave him alone you bastard.' Bobby spat out, his spittle sprayed over Rodgers face in a fine mist. 'you're killing him.'
'We need him aware now once again old man what is going on with him?'
'Screw you.' Bobby snarled and then bit his lip when pain flared through his stomach, Rodgers withdrew his fist and grabbed Bobby's jaw forcing him to look up, 'what … is … going … on … with … Sam?'
'Screw … you!'
S—D
Dean dropped the unconscious man and staggered back, he was feeling marginally better after taking some of his pent-up frustrations on Rodgers' recruits but the one he was after was no where to be seen.
'Will? Guys?' Dean called out; he suddenly had a very sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.
'What is it Dean?' Caleb asked as he ran over to the other hunter, Will and Clay close behind, all three men were covered with dried blood, a few cuts, abrasions and quick forming bruises.
'Something's wrong, we gotta get back to Bobby's.'
'Whatcha thinking?' Clay asked, 'aside from the fact that there was barely anyone here.'
'That and we left Bobby and Sammy alone.' Dean snapped, 'fuck it was a fucking set up.'
'Calm down Dean.' Caleb tried to be the voice of reason but his own worry meter exploded in his head. 'I'll call Bobby.'
'Do it in the car.' Dean said already running towards the impala, his heart thudding painfully against the wall of his chest as he hit the speed dial button for Sam on his own cell; he cussed and threw his phone on the car seat, it went straight to voice mail.
'Fuck it all, Rodgers set us up.'
'Calm down Dean or ya gonna kill us.' Caleb yelled as he clung to the passenger side door, Will and Clay followed close behind in the pick up truck, Will trying to keep up with Dean's berserker rush.
S—D
Bobby crawled over to Sam's prone body, thick tears running down his craggy face. The pungent stench of blood mixed with urine and sweat permeated the air making the older man gag but he swallowed down on the rising bile and kept his methodical crawl to Sam.
'Hang in there Sam, boy you just hang in there.' Bobby whispered as he painfully pulled himself up against the wall and then levered Sam's head and shoulders onto his knees, 'Dean's comin' but you haveta hang in there for me.'
With a shaking hand, he brushed the damp strands of hair from Sam's face and he felt his own tears start to fall again. His mind conjured an image of a small dark haired baby snuggled in a thick warm blanket; his tiny finger fixed firmly in his mouth, the only sound was a slightly snuffling every now and then. Cradled in his father's arms and with his older brother pressed close by, watching the baby intently. Robert Steven Singer, supernatural hunter and widower, and now his first encounter with the Winchester family. His memories started to fill out and he saw an inquisitive bay crawling around his living room, shadowed by his silent brother, and then in another flash they were two small boys climbing over wrecked cars and up trees, one little shadow following his older brother wherever his mischief took them.
'Ah Sam I am so sorry things couldn't have been better for you.' Bobby's voice cracked with exhaustion and drained emotions.
'B-Bobby?' Sam's voice barely audible pushed out from his throat.
'Ah son it's good to hear your voice.' Bobby wanted to gather the younger man up and hug him tight, 'Ya just gotta hold on till Dean comes.'
'S-So c-cold Bobby.' Sam whimpered as he tried to move, 'argh.'
'Shh Sam just rest I got ya.'
S—D
Dean crept towards the main house keeping the skeletal remains of the cars between himself and the guards. Will and Clay started to make their way around the other side of the house and Caleb moved just ahead of Dean.
Caleb turned his head and gave Dean a signal and then kept going to his destination, they had discussed the best way to handle their offensive. It burned deep in Dean not to just storm in and fight their way through, but he reluctantly agreed to use caution and stealth, to keep the element of surprise on their side.
Caleb risked another glance over his shoulder; worry ate at him, not just for Sam and Bobby and their welfare, but for Dean. He worried about what would happen to the young man if the worst happened and they couldn't save Sammy or Bobby.
Dean's finger jerked with nervous energy as he let it over the trigger; he ran his free hand down his face and took a deep steadying breath. He had to keep a grip on things for Sammy's sake.
A short sharp whistle sounded, and the adrenaline started to surge through both of the hunters, the signal they waited for: Will and Clay were ready.
Dean moved first taking out the guard at the door while Caleb went to attack from the shadows downing the other two young men standing guard on the veranda.
Without another thought Dean slipped inside the house and felt his stomach start to lurch the smells and the sights making him sick to his stomach. The acidic stench of urine hung in the air, with underlying smells of fresh hot blood and sweat, the cloying air made the atmosphere nauseatingly hot and claustrophobic.
Dean swayed and braced himself against the wall as he took in his surroundings, blood-caked ropes dangled from an archway, others laid in a haphazard pattern on the floor. Different tools of torture lay scattered about, a baseball bat propped in one corner seemed so out of place, but made Dean feel weak at the knees and wants to pass out and drift away. It was too much, way too much.
'Where are you, you bastard?' Dean ground out, 'come on show yourself.'
'Ah Dean I was wondering when you were going to join our little party?' Rodgers laughed as he sauntered down the stairs, 'amazing place your uncle has, and he's been such a gracious host.'
'Yeah I'm sure he has, so ah speaking of him, where are they? Bobby and my brother?'
'Hmm oh I suspect that they are around somewhere.' Rodgers came to a stop just in front of Dean but not close enough to touch. 'Why what's wrong?'
'Nothing, just curious.' Dean smiled suddenly, a cold ruthless smile that threatened violence and death in a very controlled manner, 'so ah ya think I could speak with em.'
'I do have a question for you first Dean,' Rodgers said seemingly happy to keep up the apparently friendly banter going. 'Young Sam he's developed quite an interesting habit.'
'He has?'
'Yes, he seems able to place himself in a deep trance, nothing I did would bring him out of it.'
'Ya don't say.' Dean's smile widened and he took a menacing step closer, 'what else?'
'Wh-what do you mean?' Rodgers swallowed and took an unconscious step backwards away from Dean.
'What else is there about Sam? I mean to say you seem to have all of the answers,' Dean lifted his gun and took aim on the older man, 'let's see you keep saying that Sam's gay and that's wrong but yet your guys rape him, drug and rape him repeatedly. Oh yeah and then there's you thinkin' that me and Sam aren't brothers. Now that hurts! Me and him we do have the same parents, we aint no gay lovers and we aint no incestuous siblings but you guys … all you want to do is to hurt and humiliate him.' Dean kept moving forward waving the gun in Rodgers' face, 'tell me Rodgers did I miss anything?'
'Put that gun down Dean and we can talk about this.' Rodgers licked his lips and found himself backed against the wall, his feet slipping in Sam's spilt blood and urine. 'Guards now!'
'Sorry but the guards aren't comin' they're ahhh already occupied.' Dean smirked, 'so care to take me to my brother and friend now?' He motioned Rodgers forward with the gun and took a minute to wonder where the others were, 'move.'
Rodgers swallowed deeply and led Dean upstairs, the younger man quickly realised that Bobby and Sam were in the room that the Winchester brothers shared whenever they stayed with Bobby. Their childhood room.
'Unlock the door.' He growled and nudged him with the gun, 'now.' Just as the door swung open Dean pulled the gun back and slammed it down on the back of Rodgers' head, 'that's for Sammy.' He whispered as he stepped over the body and froze.
'Oh God no.' He breathed as he took in the sight in front of him. An unconscious Bobby propped against the wall, with blood smeared over his face and matted in his beard, cradling a barely breathing Sam in his lap. 'Bobby? Sammy?' Dean dropped to his knees and took in a shaking breath, 'please no.'
'Dean?' Caleb's voice echoed up the stairwell.
'Upstairs.' He called back, his friend's voice bringing Dean back from the edge of his personal abyss. 'We're upstairs.' He leant over and placed trembling fingers against Sam's throat and only when he felt the gentle throb of a pulse did he let his breath go.
'De-Dean?' Bobby blinked and tried to focus on the face in front of him.
'Yeah Bobby it's me.' Dean's voice gruff with emotions sounded like pure music to Bobby.
'Thank God … Sam?'
'He's alive.'
'Dean?' Caleb burst into the room and skidded to a stop before he tripped over the unconscious Rodgers.
'Ah God.' Will and a bleeding Clay closely followed him.
'You okay man?' Dean asked when he saw Clay's bloodied right shoulder.
'Yeah just winged me, Dean … Sam? Bobby?'
'Help me get Sam onto the bed please?' Dean asked without looking up at the others, 'Will tie Rodgers up nice and tight.'
'Sure thing Dean, you okay?' Will asked as he placed a hand on Dean's shoulder and squeezed gently.
'Yeah, yeah thanks.' Dean cradled Sam's head and shoulders in his arms as Caleb and Clay took his midriff and feet respectively, carefully they carried him over to the bed and then Clay went to help Bobby to his feet and guide him to the other single bed.
'Ah God Sammy.' Dean breathed as he took in the visible injuries; his heart thudded heavily in his chest, 'help me roll him onto his side.' He asked Caleb in a broken voice, 'I'm gonna fuckin' kill them Cal, all of em.'
'Dean.' Caleb nodded at Sam when he noticed the slow struggle back to consciousness the younger man was making.
'Sammy?' Dean sat on the edge of the bed mindful of Sam's injuries, 'hey Sammy?'
'D-Dean?' Sam's whisper carried only as far as his brother, 'no.'
'Hey look at me Sammy, yeah it's me dude.' Dean felt his own tears start to fall and he didn't care, he had his brother with him and he was alive. 'You did it Sammy, you did it.'
'Bobby?' Sam blinked and tried to focus but he was just too tired, 'where?'
'He's right there Sammy and he's gonna be fine,' Dean said 'we gotta get you outta here.'
'No, no Rodgers.' Sam started to panic and to push away from Dean, 'trap, it's a trap.'
'Sammy?' Dean's frown returned and he glared over at the bound and gagged Rodgers, 'he can't hurt you now.'
'No, no not Rodgers, d-demon.' Sam pushed the words out, 'demon … black… in my – my h-head.'
'Sammy?'
'No, no, get out Dean, please before he get's … trap.' Sam struggled to get the words out but he couldn't, frustrated he dropped his head back onto the pillow, he knew exactly what he wanted to say but when he tried, it came out all garbled. 'Trap.'
'Sammy? Don't leave me please.' Dean was begging him, Sam frowned and tried to concentrate on his brother's voice but it was smothered by the fogginess spreading throughout his mind and body. 'Sammy!'
TBC
