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 TWENTY-FOUR
Sam groaned and cried out his hands clenched in fists so tight his nails cut into his palms and blood dribbled between his fingers. His eyes wide and glassy watched only what he could see. Blood started to stream from his nose as he let out a blood-curdling scream, his back arched and then he slumped bonelessly onto the bed, his head rolled on impact and he faced Dean with the same wide-eyed blankness.
'Sammy?' Dean whispered as the shock wore off he tried to push past Caleb to get to his brother, 'damn it Cal don't make me hit you.'
'Don't make me hit you Dean, now just settle down and I'll get yer chair for ya.' Caleb said as he grabbed the wheelchair and brought it as close as possible to the side of Dean's bed. Mindful of the various tubes and IV ports he managed to lower Dean into the chair and then pushed him closer to Sam.
'Sammy?' Dean called softly as he reached out to stroke his brother's forehead, 'Sammy come on dude you're starting to freak me out here.'
'D-De-Dean?' Sam stuttered and then he shuddered and blinked furiously, 'oh God Dean.'
'Sam what is it?'
'Th-the supremacist group ... so much blood, everywhere so much blood.'
'Sam hey stay with me here, what about the group?'
'Attacks ... slaughter ... so much blood.'
'Where Sammy?'
'Dean?' Sam blinked as he tried to focus on his brother, 'Dean what, what the vision?'
'Sam?'
'So tired.'
'Stay with me.'
'Vision?'
'Yeah where?'
'Can't stop them.'
'Why?'
'Too far way from here,' Sam wept his tears tinged with pink. 'So tired Dean don't feel ... so good.'
'Slow down and just breath nice and easy Sammy.'
'They, they attack so many people so much blood.' Sam's eyes started to flutter shut, 'not vision, not real.' He mumbled as he lost his fight and slipped into the nothingness of unconsciousness.
A heavy and eerie quiet descended smothering the occupants of the hospital room, Dean, Caleb, Bobby and Clay all sat in stunned silence staring at the unconscious young man in the bed.
Seconds passed into minutes before anyone visibly made an effort to move, Dean pushed Caleb's hands off his chair and pulled himself as close as possible to his brother, 'dammit Sammy don't do this.' He whispered not wanting the others to hear such a private grieving,
'Deanie don't cry.' The sound of Little Sammy speaking once again made Dean's heart shatter but when he sat up, he realised that Sam was still unconscious and no one else had heard the voice.
'Okay weird.' He muttered and shook his head he must be more tired than he thought. 'Ah Cal I think I should go back to bed.'
'What's wrong Dean?' The worried hunter squatted down meeting Dean's eye level making it easier for them to talk, 'and don't bullshit me.'
'Dunno Caleb, really I aint bullshitting ya. I could have sworn I heard Little Sammy speaking to me.' Dean admitted sheepishly dropping his gaze to his knees, 'I ah need help to get back to bed.'
'Dean ... something aint right here.' Caleb continued to whisper keeping his back to Clay, 'I'm not sure what but ...'
'Ya think?' Dean spat out before he could stop himself but the look on Caleb's face made him think before he said anything else. 'Deanie help Sam.' The voice sounded again this time Dean jumped and paled even more. 'I can hear him.' He looked up at Caleb, 'in here.' Dean pointed to his temple with his free hand, 'this is too freaking weird.'
'We need to talk.' Caleb dropped his whisper until it was just a blur of lip movement and wisp of voice.
'Ah Caleb can you umm ya know ... the head.' Dean spoke loud enough for the others to hear, the blush he didn't have to fake, the thought of someone helping him go to the bathroom made his insides liquefy in humiliation.
'Yeah sure Dean, Bobby can you?'
'Yeah go before he turns into a beet he's getting that red.' Bobby managed to smirk, his gaze shifted to Clay's face something inside just didn't sit right and he was sure that it had something to do with the young agent.
Caleb wheeled Dean into the small ensuite and turned on the shower, 'so dude what's going on?'
'I can freaking hear Little Sammy, he says he needs help. Cal I don't think that the vision Sam had was a true one.'
'Yeah I got that too, I haven't seen him have too many but that was completely different to any I have.'
'He's never had that kind of reaction ... Cal something aint sitting right I can feel it damn wish we could get outta here feel like ...'
'we're sitting ducks waiting to get plucked?'
'Ew Caleb that visual....' Dean shook his head, 'Clay bad black smoke.' Little Sammy's voice broke through causing Dean to flinch, 'too loud dude.'
'What is Dean?' Caleb felt his own worry meter rise dramatically.
'Sorry Little Sammy again, he said Clay bad black smoke ... black smoke fuck....'
'Clay's possessed and he's in there with Sam.'
'What is going on Caleb?'
'Not sure but it reeks heaven high.' Caleb shook his head, 'so you need to ah...'
'Yeah but all I need ya to do is help me onto the ... geeze I frigging hate this.'
'Yeah well it aint no picnic for me either kiddo.' Caleb said as he carefully manoeuvred Dean onto the toilet, 'yell if ya need anything else.' He added before disappearing behind the door.
'Bastard.' Dean muttered as he tried to relax but all he could do was see Sam struggling to cope with the vision. 'Deanie helps us, bad smoke hurts Sam.'
'Sammy can you hear Deanie?' Dean thought the question and was suddenly glad that he was alone, he already felt like an idiot in front of Caleb.
'Sammy can ... you hear Sammy?'
'Yeah I can little dude, you doing okay?'
'Scared.'
'I know little man, what about Sam?'
'He won't wake up.'
'Sammy do you remember anything bout the bad smoke?'
'He tried to come in Sam but Sam too big an' smart.'
'I know he is, he's pretty special just like you.'
'I's scared too much.'
'No, no you're not you're just too young.'
'Deanie bad men want to hunt people ... Sammy don't under-underst'd.'
'It's understand Sammy. The bad men who hurt you and Sam they're really, really bad and think that anyone different from them in anyway should be hurt or ...'
'They want to killed em?'
'Yeah dude.'
'Why hurts Sam?'
'Coz they think he's different to them, and that I'm different to them too.'
'Why?'
'There's lots of reasons Sammy,'
'but they no different colours to you.'
'No I know,'
'and they no speak different voices to you.'
'No I know,'
'why?'
'They think that me and Sam aren't brothers.'
'but you is,'
'yeah little man we know, they think that Sam and me love each other like,'
'eww that icky no Sam and Deanie don't,'
'that's right little dude it is eww and icky and not true but they think it is and they don't like it.'
'but not bad, bad.'
'Nope not bad, bad.'
'Deanie?'
'Yeah little dude?'
'Clay not real bad.'
'No he's not, he's got the bad smoke in him, but Bobby, Caleb and me we can fix him.'
'fix Sam too?'
'Dean you alright in there man?' Caleb's voice broke the connection, disorientated Dean felt himself start to sway and then a dampness on his upper lip. 'Dean dude I'm coming in.' Caleb yelled as he opened the door and managed to catch Dean as he slumped forward unconscious. 'Damn it Dean what's going on?'
S—D
Will struggled against his bonds and once again tried to remember what happened. He was talking to the cops and then filed a formal report on the Supremacists; a frown creased his brow as he fought to concentrate. He was heading to the hospital when he lost control of his car, or so he thought he had.
'Nice to see you awake again.' Rodgers sneered as he moved in front of Will, enjoying the look of pure shock on the young man's face, 'ah yes you remember me.'
'You? But you're dead!'
'Hmm well that is a debatable topic, am I or aren't I?' Rodgers' eyes flashed red for a second and then back to their normal dullness. 'So how ya feeling Fed?'
'Fine and dandy yourself?'
'Couldn't be better, you did do a good job of blending in around here tell me something Will ... how much do you hate?'
'Trick question or what?' Will gasped as pain coursed through his upper body.
'How much do you hate Will?' Rodgers repeated the question a cold vicious smile on his face as he waited for his answer.
'Hmm well I hate you does that count?' Will snarked and then screamed as the pain intensified, he felt as though he was going to implode.
'How much do you hate Will?' Rodgers asked as he took a step closer his face mere centimetres from Will's face, 'how much do you hate gays?'
'I – I don't.'
'Hmm I see, how much do you hate coloureds.'
'I don't.'
'Hmm how much do you hate anyone not like you?'
'I – I don't.' Will stammered the answer unsure of where the demonically possessed man was going with the questions and no more painful prods, his thoughts became muddier, cloudy the faster he tried to clear them the harder it was to think straight.
'How much do you hate brothers who love each other?'
'I – I don't ... what is happening to me?'
'Just relax Will, and think of the questions they are nothing that you haven't thought of yourself are they?' Rodgers practically purred as he walked around his prisoner running a fingernail down his overly sensitive skin. 'How much do you love pain?'
'Wha?'
'Pain Will, pure unadulterated blissful pain.' Rodgers whispered in Will's ear while he stood behind him and ran his hands down the younger man's bare back. 'I know a lot more about you than you realise Fed. I know that you enjoy pain, it makes you feel alive, feel strong and in control. I know that you do harbour hate towards gays in particular. Let it all out Will, let it all out and embrace your true nature.'
'N-no, no.' Will screamed as he felt the pain explode through him, his scream quickly morphed into a triumphant cry. 'Yes.'
'Ah that's it, let it free, liberate yourself Will, it feels so good.' With a wave of his hand Rodgers increased the pain vibrating through his prisoner, his eyes flared red again as he fed off the pain and exultation radiating from Will.
S—D
Sluggishly Dean opened his eyes and tried to focus on the face hovering over him, 'geeze dude personal space or what.'
'Dean man you gave me a helluva fright, face planting in the bathroom not dignified dude.'
'Sam?'
'He's fine and awake.' Caleb grinned and moved out of the way letting Dean catch a glimpse of his brother's pain-filled dark green eyes.
'Sammy?'
'Hey Dean.' Sam whispered, 'you kay?'
'Yeah bout you?'
'M'tired.' Sam scrunched his nose up as the pillowslip itched it, 'tired of being on my stomach and my side and ...'
'Won't be for much longer Sam.' Ethan said as he strode into the room looking as though he had just finished surfing the tube. 'Hi guys.'
Dean stared at the medic in disbelief, 'how the hell do you do it man? I mean you look freaking younger every time I see ya.'
'So Dean I hear you been trying to kiss the bathroom floor.' Ethan grinned, 'okay Sam I'm just going to check your back after doing a bit of moving around like you did I want to make sure that none of my handiwork has been ruined.'
'Gee thanks Doc.' Sam mumbled as he kept his gaze locked with his brother, 'sure you don't want to check Dean out first?'
'Nah I'm good Sam, just let the doc do his job.' Dean interjected.
'Like the man said, anyway already got your dressings off.' Ethan said putting a gentle hand on Sam's shoulder.
'You have?' Sam looked confused, 'didn't feel it.'
'You didn't huh?' Ethan's smile faltered slightly as he bent down to have a closer look at the copious amounts of sutures and staples, a few of the welts still looked quite red and puffy. 'Kay Sam I think we need to step up the antibiotics for ya.'
'What's wrong Doc?' Dean tried to get out of his bed his over protectiveness drowned out his own pain. 'Sammy?'
'You stay put Dean I mean it,' Ethan said as he glanced over Sam's body, 'don't make me sedate you.'
'Well talk doc what's wrong?'
'A few of the welts still look a little inflamed.' Ethan hedged not wanting to upset his patients but feeling movement on his left he looked up to see the anxious face of Caleb Reeves, 'isn't that right Mister Reeves?'
'Huh? Oh yeah sure doc actually doesn't look too bad at all.' Caleb said pulling his own version of a game face on. Sam's back still looked like raw meat the only difference now was that the skin was held together by hundreds of tiny black stitches. 'Doc.' He whispered and pointed to Sam's lower back after seeing something black and not a stitch out of the corner of his eye.
Ethan glanced at him and then crouched lower to get a closer look, 'damn it,' he muttered and ran his hand over his face, his patient so did not need this.
TBC
