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Hunting Humanity II	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When they arrived back in Memphis Natalie was waiting for them as she always did. As soon as Sam got out of the car she ran out the front door and threw herself into his arms, kissing him. “Welcome home, soldier,” she grinned. “I missed you guys if you can’t tell.”

“You missed one of us anyway,” Dean sighed as he grabbed his bag.

She frowned at him. “Don’t start, I missed you too. I constantly worry about all three of you. Oh, Liam, you got a bunch of packages while you were gone.”

“Yay!” Liam cheered. “It’s tea time! Where are they?”

“Tea?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, tea,” Natalie nodded. “From the looks of things your man went crazy on online tea shops. I looked at the packing slips and there’s about two hundred dollars worth of tea up in your bedroom.”

Dean’s eyes went wide. “You spent two hundred dollars on freaking tea?”

Liam shrugged. “It’s my money. And the tea bags they sell in grocery stores, well, they just suck. It’s all gross powdered shit. Sacrilege I say. Dean, you said you wanted me to live and be happy and experience things. What I really want right now that I haven’t been able to have in over three hundred years is a really good cup of tea, okay?”

“Okay,” Dean shook his head. “I really don’t understand it, but yes, I want you to live and be happy. If something as simple as a good cup of tea makes you that happy, then go for it. Just, please, watch your spending habits from now on. Do you know how many meals two hundred dollars could buy you?”

Liam shrugged. “Probably a lot. But my stock portfolio is doing awesome and I just thought I would reward myself a little.”

“Alright,” Dean gave him a little smile. “As long as we can still eat, reward away.”

Natalie grabbed Liam’s chin and looked him over. “Oh, sweetie, you like a little you got a little beat up.” Then she turned and glared daggers at Dean. “Dean...”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Sam, I told you not to think about it anymore.”

Natalie huffed. “It was Liam, and don’t you dare yell at him for it either. How the hell could you?”

“Natalie, there are two sides to every story,” Dean sighed. “You can get in my head and you know I love him to pieces. I was just really pissed in the moment.”

“I saw the whole thing play out in his head. He tried to leave and you grabbed him, shoved him against the wall, and got in his face just like his father used to. He reacted and did to you what he couldn’t do to his father because he was just a scared kid back then.”

“Actually, I did knee my father in the balls when I was fourteen,” Liam spoke up. “It didn’t end well then either.”

Dean hung his head. “Mistakes were made, okay? I have never been in a serious relationship before. I don’t think I’m doing too bad at it considering. I grabbed him because I was frustrated that he wouldn’t talk to me about what was bothering him. Once he calmed down and opened up I apologized and tried to fix it. Liam, are you afraid of me?”

“You want the truth, or a lie?”

“The truth please.”

“Yeah, I’m a little scared of you getting pissed again. I am so very good at pissing people off. I mean, I was pissed and lashed out too. I don’t know what I expected when I did those things, but it wasn’t that. I thought those days died with my father.”

Dean pulled Liam into his arms and hugged him tight. “Liam, I said I was sorry. Did your father ever apologize to you?”

“No.”

“Well, at least you feel guilty about it,” Natalie sighed. “That’s something. And yes, I can see into your mind and I can tell that while he drives you crazy at times, you love him to pieces. I guess it’s between you two, but Liam, I’m here if you ever want to talk.”

“What about me?” Dean asked. “I might want to talk about things. It’s not the way I’m used to going about things, but you and Liam got me yapping away about feelings now, and I gotta say it’s kinda liberating. Getting things off my chest instead of bottling them up feels pretty good. Who knew...”

Natalie put a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “While I’m not thrilled with you at the moment, yes, if you want to get things off your chest, you can still come to me.”

“Speaking of yapping,” Liam said, “is Bobby still working on a way to make more bullets for the Colt?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Dean nodded. “Why?”

“Because on the way down here I had a thought. I’m gonna go call him, and then I’m gonna have a nice cup of tea,” he said as he grabbed his phone out of his pocket and headed inside.

Dean looked back and forth between Sam and Natalie. “Yeah, well, if you don’t mind, Natalie, I’m going to go do my and Liam’s laundry.”

“Why would I mind?” Natalie chuckled. “Like I said, this is your home now too.”

“Awesome,” Dean nodded and headed for the laundry room.

“And you,” Natalie turned to Sam and grabbed him by the shirt to pull him in for another heated kiss. “While I’m sure you need to do laundry too, while Dean has the machine occupied, why don’t you join me upstairs?”

“Oh, I think I like that idea,” Sam smiled and let himself be led toward the bedroom.

Natalie came back downstairs a little while later to find Dean sitting at the kitchen table looking very lost in thought. “Penny for your thoughts?” she asked and sat down beside him.

“I don’t mean to ruin your good mood already, but yeah, I could use a little chat,” he nodded.

“Dean,” she put her hand on his on the table. “I still love you. I really don’t mind helping you out if you need it.”

Dean sighed and gave her hand a little squeeze. “Okay, well, here it goes. You remember when Liam said he was a little afraid of me getting pissed at him again? Well, I’m afraid of it too.”

Natalie sighed. “You’re afraid you’ll do it again.”

“Yeah, that about sums it up. I mean, I really don’t want to ever hurt him. But, he does have a talent for being rage inducing at times. When he keeps his head down and he’s focused he’s a kick ass hunter. You heard him, he even has an idea for how to make more bullets for the Colt. His brain is like a sponge with really good recall. It’s easy to love him, but so hard not to throttle him when he’s being a brat.”

Natalie nodded. “If you didn’t care enough for it to bother you I would be concerned.”

“I’ve been going over it in my head and I really don’t know how things escalated so fast. I just… I went into fight mode. I’m so used to using my fists that that’s exactly what I did. And couples, they fight once in a while. You can’t put two individual human beings together and not have any friction. The more time two people spend together the more likely it is to happen. Another fight, it’s not a question of if, but when. I don’t want a repeat. I mean, in that prison when that fucker they put him with beat and raped him, I wanted that guy’s entrails on a platter for touching him. What am I supposed to do, beat myself up? Well, I am beating myself up inside my head.”

Natalie rubbed his arm and gave him a small smile. “You’re a smart guy, you’ll figure it out I’m sure. Maybe next time he wants he wants to walk away and be alone with his feelings, as frustrating as it might be, let him.”

Dean nodded. “I’ll try to remember that.”

“Now, I have to start dinner, my friend. Liam requested lasagna, so that’s what I’m making. It’s gonna take a little while, but I think he’ll love it.”

Liam came in with a big white mug of tea. “Pumpkin caramel rooibos,” he pointed to the mug. “I got it off this one site that lets you make your own flavor combinations.” He held the mug out toward Dean. “Try it.”

Dean shook his head. “You really do have strange taste then. No thanks, I’m more of a coffee guy.”

“Just try it,” Liam insisted.

Dean sighed and took the mug, taking a sip of the hot liquid. “Not bad I guess. How many cups have you had today anyway?” he asked, handing the mug back.

“This makes seven. It makes me have to pee like you wouldn’t believe, but I love it all. Loose leaf is so much better than store bought bags, and there are so many flavors to choose from it’s mind blowing. That’s why I spent so much, I couldn’t decide. I wanted to try them all.”

Dean stood and put a hand on Liam’s shoulder. “Babe, do me a favor and when you’re finished with that cup nix the tea for the rest of the day and drink some water.”

“Okay,” Liam sighed and Dean kissed his cheek.

When they sat down to dinner Natalie had a full spread out for them. She had the lasagna, garlic bread, and salad. When Liam bit into the garlic bread his eyes rolled back in his head. “Where has this stuff been all my life?”

“We’ve got a former vampire that loves garlic,” Sam chuckled, and Dean couldn’t help but laugh too.

Liam shot them looks. “You two do know the garlic thing is a myth. I mean, it’s very pungent and can be an affront to vampire senses, unless you’re me and really weird.”

Dean patted Liam’s shoulder. “Just enjoy it. Don’t overdo it though.”

After dinner Liam went up to the bedroom to read for a little while. Dean joined him at bedtime, stripping down and climbing into bed. “Man, it is so freaky having a place to call home,” Dean shook his head. “I don’t know what to do with myself most of the time we’re here.”

“You could try taking up reading for pleasure,” Liam suggested, putting the bookmark in his book and setting it aside.

“Maybe,” Dean said as he pulled Liam close. “I’m just so used to reading lore books when I need to know something. Hey, you know how you’re enjoying experiencing things?”

“Yeah,” Liam nodded, nuzzling close. “What about it?”

“There’s something I want to experience.”

“What’s that?” Liam asked as he raised his head to look at his mate.

Dean took a deep breath. “I wanna feel what you feel when I’m making love to you.”

Liam looked very surprised. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Call me curious. I wanna know what you feel that you like so much.”

“Okay. As you wish,” he gave Dean a little smirk. “You wanna do that now?”

“Right now is as good a time as any.”

Liam got up to fetch the lube and crawled to sit between Dean’s spread legs. He started squeezing a little of the slick substance on his finger. “We’ll start out slow, of course. This is gonna feel really weird because your brain isn’t going to know how to process it.”

“Go ahead. I trust you completely.” Liam slipped a finger inside Dean’s tight puckered ring and went right for his prostate. “Oh, wow, that does feel weird, but kinda good right where you’re pressing. I get why you like it. I like it.” Liam slipped in a second finger and started stretching Dean’s muscles out a little. “God, that is the freakiest thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”

“It’s gonna get a whole lot freakier in a minute.” Liam took his time preparing his lover as best he could. Then he started slicking up his cock. He got into position, looking Dean in the eye. “I’ll warn you now this is gonna hurt. It always does the first time until your muscles get loosened up. Do you remember our safe word?”

Dean nodded and closed his eyes. Liam could tell he was a little nervous about this. The blond pressed forward until the head of his cock popped into Dean’s ass. Dean’s eyes opened wide and then shut tight again. “Does it hurt this much when I do it you?”

“No. My body is used to it. Deep breaths and relax, love. Staying relaxed is very important.” He leaned down to kiss Dean tenderly while he very slowly slid inside of him. Dean returned the kiss and Liam felt him relax a little.

When Liam was completely buried he pulled back and just looked at Dean. “Holy shit I’ve got another man’s dick inside me,” Dean gave him a little grin. “Never thought this would happen. I wouldn’t let just anyone do this, you know, so feel loved.”

“I do,” Liam grinned and leaned down to kiss him again. He gave it a minute before he very slowly and gently started moving his hips. He tried to angle himself so he was brushing up against Dean’s prostate as much as he could. “Cookie,” Dean said only a minute later.

Liam stopped and nodded. “Okay,” he ran a hand through Dean’s hair and very slowly started pulling out. “Don’t like it?”

“It was interesting. When you hit my prostate that felt pretty good, but I don’t think it’s my thing. Do you mind always being on the receiving end?”

“No,” Liam shook his head. “If that’s what makes you more comfortable...”

“Good, because I think it’s your turn now.” Dean grabbed Liam and flipped them so the blond was under him and he kissed him passionately.

Sam came down for breakfast in the morning and sat at the table. “Hey, I know I said I wanted to stay here a few days, but I was looking this morning and I think I might’ve found omens in Ohio. There’s been dry lightning and a barometric pressure drop. Plus, some guy blows his head off in a church and another goes postal in a hobby shop before the cops take him out. It could be demonic activity, and as much as I’d like to sometimes, we can’t just ignore it for own pleasure.”

“True,” Dean nodded. “Where in Ohio?”

“Elizabethville. It's a half dead factory town in the rust belt.”

“Liam, you know what to do.”

A half hour later they stood on the porch with everything ready to go. Sam’s arms were around Nataie. “I’m a really lousy boyfriend,” he sighed and frowned.

“Don’t say that!” she gave him a harsh look. “You’re running off to go save people. I happen to think that’s very noble. It does suck not being able to spend that much time with you, and when you leave I do worry that something will happen and I won’t get to see you again. Still, I knew what I signed up for.”

He kissed her again. “I really, really don’t deserve you. I love you, and I’ll call you later.”

“As always, be careful you three,” she called after them when they headed to the car.

When they reached Elizabethville they decided their first move would be to play dress up and go pretend to be insurance investigators to investigate the suicide in the church. The priest who witnessed the tragedy talked to them. It was an enlightening conversation. It seemed the whole town had changed for the worse right around the time the gate had been opened.

They went to get a motel room, and this one had a mirror on the ceiling. “Oh, we could have fun with that,” Dean chuckled.

The door across the hall opened and a guy stepped out with a scantily clad girl. He paid her and she left. “Richie, I don’t believe it!” Dean smiled.

The guy looked up and returned the smile. “Hey, Dean Winchester, right?”

“Yeah. Hey, come on in,” Dean waved to him. “This is my brother Sam and my boyfriend Liam.”

“Boyfriend?” Richie looked a little shocked. “I thought you were more like me.”

“I was when we met. Things changed. It’s a little complicated. So, anyway, you find anything in this town?”

“Ah, no. I got nothing. Oh, wait a minute. You mean as in demons and whatnot? No, I got nothing. Church guy, hobby-shop guy, they were lunch meat by the time I got there. Hey, maybe they were possessed, but I can't prove it.”

“Yeah, that's where we are too,” Sam nodded.

“Anybody else left in the town that fits the profile? You know, nice guy turned douche, still breathing?” Dean asked.

“There's Trotter,” Richie answered. “He used to be head of the Rotary Club. And then people say he turned bastard all of a sudden. Brought in the gambling, the hookers… Ah, he practically owns this whole town.”

“Know where we could find him?” Liam asked.

“Oh, he'll be at his bar in a few hours.”

The men nodded and decided to grab a bite to eat before heading to the bar. The whole place had turned into a party town with booze and scantily clad women everywhere. “You know, before I met you I would’ve called this place heaven,” Dean said to Liam.

“Oh? And what is heaven to you now?” Liam raised an eyebrow.

“Being curled up on the couch watching movies with you.”

They ran into Richie inside the bar. “That's Trotter over there. He sits there all night. Can't touch him,” Richie pointed out a heavy bald man.

“So, what do we do now?” Sam asked, looking a little discouraged and ill at ease in the bar.

“I don't know about you guys, but me and the bartender, we got a little something lined up for later,” Richie said looking proud and walking away.

“No way he gets a girl like that,” Dean shook his head. “I mean, look at her. You could fit that ass on a nickel.”

Liam huffed and looked away. “Babe,” Dean put a hand on his shoulder. “We talked about this. Yes, I find women attractive, but at the end of the day I’m leaving here with you.”

Liam sighed and ordered a drink at the bar before sitting down with it. Just then a dejected looking guy wandered in. He talked to a guy at a pool table for a second before pulling out a gun and shooting him in the forehead. Then the guy turned the gun on himself. Dean tackled him and wrestled the gun away. Sam splashed him with holy water, but nothing happened. Apparently the guy he shot had slept with his wife.

The place was soon crawling with cops. “Poor jerk. Only thing possessing him was a sixer of Pabst,” Dean shook his head.

“So, what's the deal then?” Sam turned to his companions. “People in this town getting possessed or not?”

“From what we’ve seen so far it doesn’t seem like it,” Liam said. “Still, I’ve got a bad feeling I can’t quite put a finger on.”

“Me too,” Sam nodded. “But I think it’s time for us to call it a night. Let’s go.”

“Wait a minute, where’s Richie?” Dean asked looking around.

A day passed and there was no sign of Richie. Dean started to get more and more worried. They sat at the bar again the next day while Dean played with his phone. “How many times I got to tell Richie, he's gonna get himself in trouble?” Dean sighed.

“Dean, you're assuming he's missing. I mean, maybe he just bailed,” Sam said.

“He's a moron. I mean, he's a sweet moron, but he's not a coward. He wouldn't just bail. I got to go find him. Come on, Liam, let’s go.”

“Alright,” Sam nodded. “Meanwhile I think I'm gonna trail this Trotter guy. I don't know, something about the way he looked at me last night. Maybe there is something going on here.”

“Be careful,” Liam patted his shoulder as he got up to follow Dean.

They did find Richie. Liam taught Dean how to track a cell phone’s GPS and they found his body in the creepy basement of an old house outside of town. Once they gave the guy a proper burial Dean hatched a plan. He drew a devil’s trap on the concrete floor and covered it with rug.

In the car on the way back to the bar he called Sam to tell him what happened, but Sam was busy and couldn’t talk. “Okay, Liam,” he turned to his mate in the passenger seat. “Richie said he had something going with the bartender. If he was telling the truth that might’ve been her that killed him. I know you have your insecurities, but I gotta do something and I don’t want you getting yourself in a twist over it. In order to investigate I have to flirt with her and get her to leave with me so I can get her alone. What I want you to do is when we get to the bar hide in the backseat like you did when we were trying to leave you behind to investigate the prison. Then we’ll go wherever and see what’s what. I want you to give me just a few minutes, then follow. If she’s not possessed we can have a fake argument or something and get out of there. Can you do that without getting upset?”

Liam crossed his arms and sighed. “I don’t like it, but I can do it.”

As soon as they hit the bar parking lot Liam got into the backseat while Dean went inside. Dean came back out only a few minutes later with the bartender. He gave a quick but inconspicuous look to the backseat. He didn’t see Liam at a glance, and only hoped the guy was hiding back there instead of running off.

Sure enough, Casey directed him to the place they found Richie’s body. Liam didn’t make a sound as the two of them got out and headed into the basement. He was feeling a lot and really didn’t like this, but he had resigned himself to be a team player. After a few minutes he wedged himself out from his hiding spot and grabbed a gun from the trunk, following his mate.

On the way down the corridor he heard Dean chanting the exorcism spell. There was a strong wind blowing which didn’t seem normal, but Liam kept walking with gun drawn. Just as he reached the doorway the bricks collapsed on top of him. One hit him in the head. He tried to dodge out of the way of the rest, only they fell on his legs. “Liam!” Dean cried out in a panic.

“I’m alive,” he called back. “But my legs are pinned.”

“Oh, thank God,” Dean took a breath. “I mean about the being alive part, not the pinned part. Can you move at all?”

“Only my upper half.”

“Can you feel your legs?”

“Yes, but I kinda wish I couldn’t.”

“That’s the one you gave up your soul for, isn’t it?” Casey asked.

“Yes, he is bitch, and he better be all right, or I’ll...”

“Or you’ll what? You two are trapped here, same as me, and you lost your book.”

Dean started the exorcism chant, but after two words stopped. “Having a little trouble there, sport?” Casey smirked. Dean tried again, but still couldn’t remember. “Nice try, but I think you just ordered a pizza. Guess you should have paid more attention in Latin class.”

“Yeah, but we got somebody coming for us, and, uh, he did pay attention in class.”

“Oh, right, Sam. If he shows up first.” Dean looked at her surprised, and though he’d never admit it, a little scared. “What, you thought I was flying solo? You shouldn't underestimate, Dean, it might be the death of you. You can give me hard eyes all you want, but the fact remains, we just have to wait and see who shows up first, the cavalry, or the Indians,” she smirked.

Dean went over to the pile of rubble and tried in vain to shift it. “Liam, keep talking to me. Let me know you’re still alive.”

“What do you want me to say? Ow?”

“Just as long as you say something every so often.” He spotted an opening by the wall and moved a wine cask over to crawl on top of it and try to get a signal on his phone.

“Why don't you relax?” Casey sighed.

“Why don't you kiss my ass?” Dean spat.

“Why, Dean, you're a poet. I had no idea. Look, we won't have any effect on the outcome of this. We might as well be civil.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna be civil with the demon that killed a friend a mine and has the man I love trapped under rubble. Bitch, I’m just itching to kill you right now. What you did to this town...”

“Hey, I didn't pull any triggers,” she said defensively. “You want to know what I did, what I really did? I had lunch.”

“Lunch?” Dean raised an eyebrow looking confused.

“Me and Trotter. He had a cheeseburger, and I had a salad, and I just pointed out the money that could be made with a few businesses that cater to harmless vice. So, Trotter built it, and, man did they come. Supposedly God fearing folk waist deep in booze, sex, and gambling. I barely lifted a finger. All you got to do is nudge humans in the right direction. Some whiskey here, a hooker there, and they'll walk right into hell with big fat smiles on their faces. Your kind is corrupt, Dean. Weak. Our will is stronger. That's why we'll win.”

“No, you won’t,” Dean gave a little smirk. “As long as me, Sam, Liam, and loads of other hunters are around, we won’t let you.”

“I admire your optimism,” she laughed. “But you and your boy toy are really in no position to be doing anything. Hell, he’s probably going into shock and dying right about now. A ton of bricks just fell on his legs after all, and he’s been awfully quiet.”

“Liam!”

“Still here, staring at the ceiling.”

“Okay, just please don’t go quiet on me.” Dean sat on the floor and sighed. A little while passed in silence. “Liam, I told you not to go quiet on me.”

“You’re not saying anything either.”

“Yeah, but I’m not hurt. I can’t see you and I need to know you’re still alive.” He turned to Casey. “So, since we’re just stuck here, what’s it like anyway?”

“What, Hell? You're not gonna like it, Dean. And, um, judging from the trouble you've caused, I don't think you'll be getting the presidential suite. No, it's a pit of despair. Why do you think we want to come here?”

Dean swallowed hard and was quiet for a while again. “You still okay out there?”

“I’m cold and I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Me too, Babe, but we have to wait till Sam comes and gets us.”

“Kind of funny, don't you think?” Casey mused. “You and me sitting here like a couple of regular folk.”

“Yeah, it's hilarious,” Dean scoffed.

“You're all right, Dean. The others don't describe you that way. But, you know, you're likable.”

“A demon likes me,” Dean shook his head. “Sorry, I don't know how to respond to that.”

“You could say thanks. That deal you made to save Liam, a lot of others would mock you for it, think it was weak or stupid. I don't. Still, a year left. You're not scared?”

“Nah,” Dean lied.

“Not even a little? I mean, you’re gonna leave your boyfriend all alone, if he survives tonight.”

“He’ll have Sam. He’ll be fine. Keep talking, Babe.”

“It would be really nice if there was a poster or something on the ceiling to look at.”

Casey chuckled. “He’s not half bad either. Part of me hopes he does survive the night.” She stretched out on the floor, and Dean couldn’t help but stare. “Why, Dean, if I didn't know better, I'd say that was lust in your eyes,” she mused when she noticed. “Well, it would be one way to spend the time, but I don't think you'd respect me in the morning.”

“That's okay,” Dean chuckled. “I mean, hey, I barely respect you now. Can I ask you a question?”

“I'm an open book.”

“So, the gate opened. The demon army was let out. What now, huh? I'm not seeing a big honking plan here.”

“Honestly, there was a plan. Azazel was a tyrant, but he held us all together.”

“Azazel? He had a name?”

“What, you think his friends just called him ‘yellow eyes’? After you did him in, it all fell apart.”

“So, what? No chain of command?”

“There was. It was Sam. Sam was supposed to be the grand pooh bah and lead the big army, but he hasn't exactly stepped up to the plate, has he?”

“Thank God for that.”

“You think this is a good thing? Now you've got chaos, a war without a front, hundreds of demons all jockeying for power, all fighting for the crown. Most of them gunning for your brother.”

Dean suddenly looked up when he heard what sounded like knocking. “Looks like you win,” Casey sighed.

“Sam!” Dean called out of the little opening. “Sammy, down here! The basement caved in. Liam’s hurt bad.”

Sam’s face appeared over the grate. “Dean. Hey, hold on, okay? We're coming.”

“Who's we?”

“I'm here with the Father and Bobby.”

“Sammy, be careful,” Dean warned.

A few minutes passed, then Dean heard Father Gil. “Well, well, look at what we have here. A hunter trapped like a rat.”

“Don’t you fucking dare touch him!” Dean shouted in rage.

Liam started screaming in agony, then stopped after a there was a loud bang. A few more loud bangs and the demon was through the rubble. “Well, that one wasn’t hard to take care of,” he smirked at Dean.

“Oh, god, no...” Dean’s breath caught in his chest. He lunged at the priest, but was thrown back against the wall with a wave of a hand.

Father Gil approached Casey who held up her hand. “Stop!” She pointed to the devil’s trap she was trapped in. Father Gil knelt down and slammed his fist. The trap cracked and broke. Casey stepped out of the trap and Father Gil embraced and passionately kissed her.

Dean picked himself up, looking revolted. “You two?”

“For centuries,” Father Gil grinned. “We've been to hell and back, literally.” Then the Father grabbed Dean by the throat and lifted him up.

“Don't kill him. Let's just go,” Casey pleaded. “You already killed his partner.”

Suddenly there was a gunshot from behind them. It hit Father Gil and there were sparks before he fell on the ground dead.”

“The Colt works again,” Sam smirked from the doorway before he shot Casey.

Dean rushed out to search for Liam. He found the blond’s body and knelt down beside him. “Please don’t really be dead,” he pleaded while searching for a pulse. His eyes lit up when he found one. “Thank fuck!”

“Yeah, but his legs look really bad,” Sam frowned, looking down at him.

“Then we get him to a hospital so they can fix him!” Dean shouted.

Bobby came down then. “What’s all the shouting about?”

“Liam’s hurt bad,” Sam said. “I don’t think-”

“Just shut your pie hole and let’s get him to a hospital!” Dean growled as he carefully scooped Liam into his arms. Dean put him in the car and they drove off. “So, Bobby figured out how to make bullets for the Colt, huh?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, he says Liam’s idea worked. Your boyfriend is a friggen genius.”

The next afternoon Dean was standing with Bobby on a busy sidewalk. Nothing seemed to have really changed since the demons’ death. “How’s Liam?” Bobby asked.

“He’ll live,” Dean looked down at his feet. “But, um, his legs were completely crushed. The Orthopedic surgeon said he’s gonna need at least four surgeries to put him back together. I mean, he’s got money, but even he can’t just crap out thirty five thousand dollars for the surgeries and still keep us fed. Even if he figures out a way, they say he’ll need a lot of physical therapy if he wants to walk again.” A tear welled up in his eye and fell down his cheek. “He followed my orders, and this is what I do to him...” his voice cracked.

Bobby pulled him in for a hug. “Dean, you had no way of knowing that was gonna happen. We have an extremely dangerous job, kid. Liam knew the risks. Shit happened and he got hurt. You can’t blame yourself for that. At least he’s still alive.”

Dean nodded and Sam ran up to them with a wide grin on his face. “Guys, you’re never gonna guess what just happened.”

“What?” Dean asked.

“Natalie just wired me the money for the surgeries.”

Dean’s jaw hit the ground. “All of it?”

“All of it,” Sam nodded. “I tried to talk her out of it because that’s a lot of money, but she wouldn’t hear it. She said not to worry about the physical therapy either. We’re just supposed to leave him with her and she’ll take care of it. I knew there was a reason I love that woman.”

Dean shook his head in disbelief. “I love her too, now more than ever. Hell, I’ll be her slave for a month if she wants.”

“Anyway, I just paid the surgeon. They’re gonna try and fit him into the schedule for the first surgery tomorrow morning.”

Bobby patted Dean on the shoulder. “See, your man is gonna be fine.”
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Hunting Humanity II