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.
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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Dean pushed his wheelchair through the throngs of medical staff, police officers and onlookers who refused to leave, like a bowling ball hitting the pins, if they didn't move before they certainly shifted when he collided with their legs. 'Get the fuck out of my way.' He snarled leaving the carnage in his wake without even looking back.
'Damn Dean slow down.' Bobby puffed but he was not well enough to keep up with the two-wheeled-wonder.
'Dean, Dean slow down.' Karen finally caught up with him and gripped the handles tightly.
'Let me go Karen.' Dean whispered not willing to let his voice rise in case he couldn't stop himself from ranting and raging before he found out what happened exactly.
'Dean please if you don't calm down I'm going to have to sedate you and ...'
'alright, geeze woman take a chill pill.' Dean interrupted her instantly swallowing down on his temper, the last thing he needed was sedation when he had to get Sammy back.
'I'm sorry but I can't let you go any further.' An officious sounding voice broke through their temporary stand off; Dean craned his head back to stare at the big man in front of him.
'Who the hell are you?' Dean demanded, 'my brother is in there so if you don't mind.'
'You're Dean?' The man glanced down at the man in the wheelchair.
'Yeah and again who the hell are you?'
'Detective Joel Barrow.'
'Barrow?' Dean smirked but let it slide, 'so what are you doing harassing patients in wheelchairs and not back there getting my brother the hell out?'
'I think we need to talk.' The police officer lowered his voice and indicated a staff lounge just off to the right. 'Now.'
Dean opened his mouth to retort and then closed it again and pushed himself into the room without uttering another word. He turned it around and waited impatiently for the officer to follow him.
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Sam opened his eyes and let his gaze roam lazily across the ceiling, humming a little tune, he tried to roll over but found that he couldn't move. His lower lip started to tremble as large tears welled up and spilled over his lower lashes.
'Sam?' Ethan glanced over at his patient; he immediately took in the bewildered and frightened look on the young man's face, 'Sammy?'
'Where Deanie?' A whisper muffled by the oxygen mask came in answer, 'want Deanie.'
'I'm sorry Deanie can't come in for now.' Ethan said gently.
'No, want my Deanie.' Sammy pouted and then let out a loud wail when he realised that someone had tied his hands to the bars of the bed, his leg hurt when he moved it and his back hurt more than anything. 'Want my Deanie.'
'Shut the freak up.' The gunman snarled raising his hand; he viciously slapped Sammy's face, 'what the fuck is wrong with him?'
'Leave him alone.' Ethan moved between the man and Sam, 'if you must know you traumatised him so much that he reverts back to a small child when overly stressed.'
'Aint nothing on what I'm gonna do to him if he don't shut that noise up.'
'Then leave him alone.' Ethan tried to remain calm knowing how volatile the situation could become but it was so hard. 'Lauren how's Caleb?' He asked trying to deflect the attention off Sam.
'Not good, the bleeding has slowed but he's got a fever and he shouldn't be lying on the floor.' Lauren glared up at the gunmen from where she sat on the ground cradling Caleb's head on her lap. 'He's no longer showing any signs of regaining consciousness.'
'Look doc, all we want is the freak and then we'll be outta here.' The other gunman spoke for the first time since shooting Caleb.
'Not going anywhere so you may as well give yourselves up,' Ethan said, 'by now this room will be surrounded by police, there's no other way of getting out of here.'
'What the hell do ya mean by that?'
'I contacted security earlier when I first saw the two of you, they were calling the police, it's the only way out give yourselves up to the police.'
'You really think I'm that gullible?' The other man shot back, he looked at his partner and smirked, 'they really think that we're desperate enough to do that?'
'Well ya see it's like this Spike, they really think that they're looking after the little freak but ... the joke is on them.'
'What?' Ethan looked from one man to the other, suddenly feeling way out of his depth. 'What are you on about?'
'Ya see Doc,' the one called Spike said in a conversational tone, he wrapped his arm around Ethan's shoulders and waved the gun in the air with his other hand; 'we got friends on the inside.'
'Spike it's time.'
'No probs at all Sarg, ready when you are.'
Just then, Sammy decided to renew his cries, each one rising in volume, 'Deanie!'
'Shut him up.' Spike snarled rushing at the bed to slap Sam again, when Sarg stopped him with a restraining hand.
'I got this one.' Sarg smiled, 'you get the Nursey we'll need her to keep him under control.'
'Sure thing Sarg,' Spike's grin grew wider, 'nearly time?'
'Yeah,' Sarg shoved Ethan away from the bed sending the young doctor crashing into the wall. Stunned he slumped against the wall and slowly slid down to the floor. Lauren stifled a horrified sob as she watched him collapse, a small movement on her lap pulled her attention back to her impromptu patient.
'Caleb?' She whispered as the young hunter started to come to. 'Caleb come on time to wake up.'
'No, no leave me, want my Deanie.' Sammy sobbed as Sarg stood over him.
Curling his upper lip in disgust, Sarg wrapped his hand around Sam's throat and squeezed cutting his breath off, 'anymore noise and I will make sure you never make any noise again do you understand me?'
Sammy nodded his head without really understanding what the man said, but his throat hurt and he wanted to breath again, his fear-filled eyes so dark they looked black rather than pale green. Frantically, he nodded his head again when the man didn't let go of his throat.
'What's the matta freak? Can't ya breath?' Sarg snarked and tightened his grip a little more, enjoying the look of panic and sheer helplessness of his victim.
'Hey Sarg, remember we gotta keep him alive.' Spike said when he saw the blue tinge forming around Sam's mouth. 'The boss aint gonna like it if you snuff him first.'
'Yeah you're right.' Sarg let go of Sam's throat and roughly patted his throat, 'shame pretty boy but we gots time, lots of time to play.'
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'So what are you doing to get my brother and friends out of there? Other than sitting with your thumbs up your asses.' Dean started immediately as soon as the detective closed the door.
'Dean Winchester isn't it.' The detective said staring down at Dean with a hard look in his eyes, 'son of John and Mary Winchester late of Laurence Kansas, brother to Samuel Winchester.'
'So you're good at family trees what's that got to do with those idiots holding my brother hostage?' Dean matched the man's stare and refused to back down.
'Your reputation precedes you and honestly I'm impressed.' Barrows finally sat down and smiled at Dean, 'relax your secrets are safe with me.'
'And exactly who are you?' Dean felt slightly better now that they were more or less eye to eye, 'and why are we wasting time in here?'
'First things first,' Barrows grinned, 'do you remember a hunter by the name of Daniel Elkins?'
'Yeah might do why?'
'He was my uncle.' Joel Barrow's grin widened at the look on Dean's face, 'my mom's brother.'
'Okay ... and again why are we here?'
'Okay I've got intel that's really ... sensitive before I go into detail do you want Bobby Singer in here with you while we talk?'
'Huh? Yeah sure might be best.' Dean mumbled distractedly his mind racing as the situation, how could things change and go to hell so fast? What world did they fall into?
Joel Barrows pulled his large six feet six inch frame up and went to the door; he disappeared for a few minutes leaving Dean alone with his rampaging thoughts. Mentally he catalogued the events as they happened since the first altercation with the white supremacists. The sight of Sam's ripped back still present in his mind, unable to destroy, forget or minimise it. The emergence of Little Sammy and the fragility of his brother's sanity, the torture both of them suffered, time and time again they were pitted against the group and they came out second best, then Bobby, Caleb, Will and Clay they were all involved and hurt.
It was like someone was a master puppeteer and they were pulling all of their strings and making them dance in some macabre production.
'Dean boy you alright?' Bobby asked as he gratefully took a seat and leant over to check the younger man.
'Yeah m'fine Bobby,' Dean pulled himself out of his musings and glared up at the third person in the room, 'start talking Barrows and it had better be very, very interesting.'
'This group, they have been around for at least fifty years maybe more, ties to the Klu Klux Klan more than evident over the years though no one could actually connect the dots perfectly. Uncle Daniel had tracked them for years, he discovered that the founding members if you want to call them that, a master vampire known as Max, a demon who went by the name of Crux and a third member he could never find out who or what it was.'
'And this has to do with us how?'
'These groups, working on the premise of white supremacy recruit their followers using the same old tricks, inciting racial violence etc, they periodically move around the country so finding and tracking them is virtually impossible, they always seem to be one step ahead all of the time.'
'And again what has this to do with us?'
'Getting to that, these leaders feed their followers this stuff to make them more pliable and over the years their recruiting methods change, recruiting boys instead of men, boys as young as thirteen, fourteen, getting them in the midst of puberty.'
'When they are at the most vulnerable.' Bobby muttered.
'Yeah and feed em this cocktail and you have little Arian soldiers running around kicking the shit out of anyone they are told to hate.'
'So these, things program kids to do their killing for them?'
'Yeah and they have men as their trainers, leaders evil enough in their own rights without any supernatural influence.'
'It was no surprise for them then, when they first?'
'No Dean, no surprise they knew exactly who you were when you arrived they arranged for the attack on you and Sam from the get go.'
'You know an awful lot Detective Barrows.' Dean looked from the officer to Bobby, 'what do you think Bobby?'
'Makes a helluva lot a sense boy.' Bobby felt like there was something he should know about Joel Barrows but for the life of him he couldn't remember what.
'They honed in on Sam with his abilities if they can break him enough then they can use him.'
'How, how did they find out about Sam? More importantly how did you find out about Sam?' Dean demanded. 'Who the fuck are you?'
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A pall of silence now covered the small once sterile lab; Ethan, bound, gagged and pushed into a corner between cabinets, struggled in vain against the tight ropes coiled around his wrists. Caleb lay on a gurney with a sheet covering him completely as he hovered in the nether-regions between life and death. The two gunmen, Sam and Lauren were gone.
TBC
