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Hunting Humanity VI	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1256 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam and Dean pretty much stayed in Liam’s room with him. Liam looked up at them. “You know, I know you’re upset, but if you want me to take care of myself, you two gotta do the same.”

Dean took his hand. “Give me a break here. I’m not the one who was shot and had my chest cracked open. I will be fine, just...”

“You better be fine.”

The doctor let Liam out after a week. They took him back to Rufus’ cabin. “We gotta figure out what these numbers mean,” Dean said as he carried his and Liam’s bags in. “Bobby woke up just long enough to give them to us, so they have to mean something.”

They spent the next two weeks gathering any information they could on Dick Roman and what he was up to as well as trying to figure out the numbers. Liam was kept on the couch, they wanted him to keep resting. Dean was looking at everything they had put up on the wall while Sam went to the fridge to get a beer. “Dean, you know, um... I wonder if we... I mean, should we be telling people? I mean, people he knew.”

“How long ago did I give Frank these numbers?” Dean ignored the question. “It's been a few weeks, right? What, is he nuts, or is he just being rude?”

Sam sighed. “Probably both. Dean, I got to ask you a question.”

“Unless, of course, something happened to him. He can't get to the phone because a leviathan ate his face.”

“Yeah, also a possibility.”

“We should go check on him.”

“Dean, do you want to call Bobby's people or not?”

“Why is that our job?”

“Because who else is gonna do it?”

“I'm not calling anybody. If you want to, you go right ahead.”

“I don't want to call anybody. You kidding me?”

One of Bobby’s phones started ringing. Sam and Dean just kind of looked at each other. Liam sighed and got up to answer it. “Hello?”

“Is Bobby Singer there?” a girl’s voice was on the other end.

“Uh, no. He's, uh, not, but I'm a friend of his.”

“My dad asked me to call Bobby Singer specifically.”

“He's not here, but, look, if you need-” the girl hung up. “Okay then.”

“Who was it?” Dean asked.

Liam shrugged. “Just some kid.”

Dean’s eyebrows furrowed. “For Bobby? Girl scout cookies?”

“Maybe a hunter's kid?” Sam suggested. “Maybe we should go find her. We can check on her.”

“What about Frank?” Dean asked.

“Well, Dean, I think we should go find this girl first,” Sam insisted.

“Sam, Frank's been working on the numbers that Bobby spent his last breath on, and you want to back burner that?”

Liam stepped between them. “Okay. I’m getting a little tired of being the reasonable adult here. I get what you’re going through, and I’ve been trying here, but this new role is not me. Here’s a thought,” he tossed the phone to Sam. “You go find the girl. Dean and I will check on Frank. Sound good?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Dean sighed. “And thank you, by the way, for stepping up for us. Babe, you are awesome.”

“I know I am,” Liam smirked. “Sam, just be careful and check in frequently, okay?”

Sam nodded. “I will.”

“We love you,” Liam leaned up to kiss Sam’s cheek. “I don’t think we say that to each other enough. Given recent events, I think we should.”

“I love you guys too. We really don’t say it that much, but I think it’s kind of an unspoken thing, you know? We have our little ways of showing it. See you soon, hobbit,” Sam winked at him.

Dean drove to Frank’s house and he and Liam got out. They went into a mostly empty house with guns drawn. “This can't be good,” Dean commented. They heard a gun cock and turned to see Frank pointing a shotgun at them. “Hi. Frank... we're among friends here. Okay, acquaintances.”

“That's just what a leviathan would say,” Frank narrowed his eyes at them.

“Frank. We’re not a leviathan,” Dean insisted.

“Oh, sure. You're not a leviathan. Dick Roman's not a leviathan.”

“Okay. You know what, Frank? I think you've been doing a little too much research.”

“They're anywhere, anyone. Who's to say this ain't the day they come for old Frank who knew too much?”

“They bleed black goo, right? You want to see what we bleed?” Frank pointed his gun at Dean’s foot. “Oh! Whoa! Let's take the guns out of it, okay?”

“Okay,” Frank finally lowered his gun.

Dean put his gun on a table and very slowly reached for a knife. He rolled up his sleeve and made a little cut on his forearm. Red blood spilled out. “See? Red blooded American.”

“Now him,” Frank pointed to Liam.

“Seriously?” Liam raised an eyebrow.

Dean wiped the blade on his jacket. “Just give me your arm.”

“I really hate this part of hunting,” Liam sighed as he rolled up his sleeve and held out his arm. Dean made a little shallow cut and it too bled red.

Dean wiped the blade again and held the knife to Frank. “Your turn.”

“Oh! Whoa. Look, I'm obviously not...”

“Fair's fair, douchebag.” Frank sighed as he took the knife and made a little cut on the side of his thumb before handing the knife back. “I'm glad we could share that together.”

“Grab your gun, come with me. For god's sake, don't make any noise.”

They followed Frank to a barn with a trailer in it. “Why the downsize?” Dean asked as he looked around.

“You! Hey, Frank, go dig up some dirt on Richard Roman. That night I was burned off every IP I had. Ears on my phones, eyes on my house...”

“Wait, Dick's got people watching you?” Dean looked a little surprised.

“Do I look like I know? You think it's easy to see this deep into what's real and also be bi-polar with delusional ideation? There is no pill for my situation, sweetiepop, so, yeah, best guess, the bigmouths are onto me. Next question.”

“Alright. Well, what's the word on the bigmouths?” Liam asked.

“Their tentacles are everywhere. I'm looking at bankers, military high-ups...”

Dean nodded. “This is why you didn't call me back.”

“Hey, cut me some slack. You called me like four days ago.”

“I called you four weeks ago, Frank.”

“What? No. Really? Days, weeks, quit busting my chops.”

Liam raised an eyebrow. “Frank, I paid you fifteen grand for this.”

“Yeah, I get that.”

“No, you don't get that!” Dean shouted. “Dick Roman is every card in my hit deck. You understand that? Those numbers, they got something to do with him, okay? Bobby died for those numbers.”

“Look, I'm sorry about Bobby. I really am. You know, this one time, we were in Fresno, and we got stuck-”

“No. I'm not gonna play ‘this one time with Bobby’ crap, all right? I'm not gonna get all warm and fuzzy with somebody else who barely knew him.”

“Just trying to make friendly conversation.”

“This is not a friendship, Frank. We’re paying you!”

“Hey. You know what you need? A little LSD, a little shiatsu-”

“I'm out of here.”

“Hey, you want to know what those numbers are? Bupkis. They're not lottery numbers, license...”

Dean glared at him. “I know that, Frank. Thank you.”

“Which leaves us little else to do but probability generate.”

“Huh?” Liam blinked.

Frank sat at a computer. “You run most reasonable possibilities for a Levi related five digit number written by a dying drunk, you come up flat. Know what you start to wonder? Hey, maybe I'm missing a number.”

“Well, how do you figure?” Dean asked.

“Oh, I don't know. Because Bobby was dying of brain trauma. I just had a tickle there was a reason nothing was popping out at us, so I set up a program to run possibilities for six numbers, seven, eight. But good news. Never had to go past six, because this my little lamb, is coordinates.”

“To what?” Liam asked.

“A field in Wisconsin.”

Dean shook his head. “No, Bobby didn't give us coordinates to some patch of weeds in Cheeseville.”

“No, he gave you coordinates to a parcel recently purchased by Willman, Inc., a subsidiary of Richard Roman Enterprises.”

“So what do we do?” Dean asked.

“Stay away. Or, if we're stupid we go there and set up surveillance.”

Sam called Dean to check in. “Find Frank?” he asked.

“Yeah. Those numbers? Coordinates. Dick bought some land. We're headed there now.”

“Wait. You're just gonna drive right up to-”

“Relax. It's a field, not the Death Star. Dick's at a TED Conference. It's all over The Huffington Post.”

“Wait. Since when do you read?”

“Know your enemy, Sam. What's going on with the girl?”

“I don't think she even knows her dad's in the life. So far, I got three missing truckers and one blood free body.”

“Good times. Alright, well, keep me posted.”

Frank poked his head out of the trailer. “Got the equipment arranged. Come and get your costumes on. We can scoot.”

“Costumes? What?” Dean looked at Liam who shrugged.

They had to put on gray overall outfits and hard hats and drove up to the field. “What the hell's so special about this place?” Dean looked around.

Frank shrugged. “I love a mystery. Now both of you get up in that cherry picker and act like you're fixing something.”

“I don't know how to drive that thing,” Dean protested.

Frank stared back at him. “You think I do?”

“Well, why do I got to be the sap that-”

Frank pointed to his uniform, then to theirs. “This one says manager. Those say technician. Sometime this month?”

Dean sighed and they climbed into the cherry picker. Liam started playing with the controls. “Stop that!” Dean shouted as he was thrown around by erratic movements. “You are just really not mechanical.” Liam grumbled as he moved aside. “Okay, here we go,” Dean said as they moved upward.

“Oh, crap. Come on down, Tarzan!” Frank shouted. “Get down here. We need to move. They got this place wired up the wazoo.”

Dean took them down and they got out. “They're watching us right now?”

“Nah, they're just watching Cheech and Ed from Ma Bell.”

Dean sighed. “You know, it's gonna be a little difficult to set up surveillance if there's, uh, surveillance everywhere.”

“Right. So we need to tap into theirs instead.”

They followed Frank into his trailer and he messed around with a computer a bit. Soon images of the field popped up on the screen. “Alright, now what?” Dean asked.

“We watch the screens. I can take the first shift.”

As soon as Frank said that Liam and Dean leaned against each other and fell asleep. Liam woke about six hours later. “Anything?” he asked as he stretched.

“Nope.”

“You wouldn’t happen to have a bathroom would you?”

“Nope.”

“Lovely. Give me a few minutes and I’ll take my turn.”

Dean slept another six hours. “How long was I out?” he asked.

“About twelve hours,” Frank answered.

“What? Why didn’t either of you wake me?”

“You needed the rest. Come see this.”

Liam pressed a few buttons and an image of a woman came up. “Who is she?” Dean asked.

Frank punched a few keys and a California driver’s license and a Richard Roman Enterprises security pass popped up. “Surprise, surprise, works for Richard Roman.”

Then Frank showed Dean a picture of three uniformed men walking up to her. “What was she doing?” Dean asked.

“Being a naughty, bossy little girl.”

“Well, I hate to ask for that in the non porno version.”

“They're surveying. They're getting ready to build something.”

“Build what?”

“Exactly. What? No idea.”

“Well, how do we find out?”

“We watch. Patience, grasshopper.”

“Yeah, patience and me aren't exactly on terms.”

“Well, then go out and kill something or whatever you kids do to blow off steam. What, you don't like my suggestion?”

“I don't think you're in a position to be giving suggestions, alright? I think you're one tinfoil hat away from a rubber room.”

“Did I mention you look awful?”

“Maybe because somebody I cared about just got shot in the head. And this is like shoving a rock up a hill. And... screw you.”

“Children!” Liam shouted. “I swear, if I have to be the grown up one more time I’m gonna strip and run around naked.”

Dean looked to Frank. “Sad part is he’ll really do that.”

Liam sighed. “Check your phone and see if Sam left any messages. It’s about time for him to check in again and he hasn’t.”

Dean nodded and saw that there was a message. He listened to it and shook his head. “No. Sam, that's not right.” Before he could say any more his phone rang and he picked it up. “Sam?”

“No. Who's this?” a girl was on the other end. “Sam told me to call if I didn't hear anything back from him.”

“Okay, just tell me where you are and I’ll be there.” He grabbed a pen and paper and wrote down an address. “Sam is in trouble,” Dean grabbed Liam and they went to the car.

Several hours later they were in Krissy’s apartment. “Did Sam tell you where he was going?” Krissy asked Dean when they got there.

“That's what I'm trying to figure out. What did you tell him?”

“He checked my dad's room.”

Dean looked to Krissy while Liam looked around the room. “Look, I really don't have time to hold your hand here, so...”

“What are you saying?”

“I'm saying go wait in the living room. Your dad may not want you to know every single thing about him.” The girl refused to move so Dean opened up the closet and found only the corner of a map pinned to the wall. “Where is it?”

“You mean everything about the job my dad was working?”

“Sam said you didn't know.”

“Sam seemed competent, so I figured, fine, I'll do what my dad always tells me to. Be a regular kid, don't say anything, stay out of the line of fire. Let the adults work it out. So much for that.”

“Alright. Hand it over. Okay? I have had a long, long week.” Krissy pulled a gun on them. “Alright, I get it. You're a tough kid. But I'm trying to get Sam and your dad back.”

“My dad left, and he didn't come back. Sam left, and he didn't come back. I give you the info, you leave, you don't come back.”

“There’s two of us now,” Liam pointed out. “Don’t you think that gives us better odds?”

She moved the gun to point it at Liam. “I'm coming with you.”

“No. Hell, no.” Dean shook his head.

“I'm coming! Or you're not going.”

Dean snatched the gun from her. “Now hand it over.”

“I can't. I burned it. But lucky for you, I memorized it all first.”

Liam smirked. “Smart kid.”

Dean grumbled. “Sounds like something you would do.”

“It’s something I have done. Now let’s get going.”

They got in the car and Dean started driving where Krissy told him to go. “Hey, I have a question,” Krissy said from the backseat.

Dean sighed. “Alright, here's the deal. I'm a fun guy. I'm actually awesome. Okay? But right now I'm not in the mood. I'm neck deep in some serious crap, and if this wasn't an emergency I would drop your ass off at the nearest mall.”

“What serious crap?”

“Revenge crap, alright? Now shut up. Eat a cookie or something.”

“One thing doesn't make sense, though. My dad's a pretty great hunter, and your brother's the size of a car, so... So how'd this thing get them both?”

“Vetalas usually hunt in pairs. Sam and your dad both assumed it was one thing hunting solo. They had the wrong info. Or, best available. Our dad took down a loner years ago. Sam has his journal. Your dad must've been going on the same facts.”

“And you know different because...?”

“Because I hunted one that turned out to be two a couple years back.”

“And you never told Sam? Wow, thanks. How about sharing that with the rest of the class so we don't all get killed?”

“Sam was away at Stanford, smartass.”

“Sam went to college? I thought you said your dad was a hunter.”

“He was. We were. Sam quit, went to college.”

“Did I know any of this?” Liam asked.

“No, I don’t think you did. Yeah, Sam was pre-law before I dragged him back.”

“Huh. Interesting.”

“And what got you into hunting?” Krissy asked Liam.

“Long story short, I was a vampire and wanted to fix that. Only hunters have cures so I had to track the good ones down and do a shit load of sweet talking.”

“Are you a vampire now?”

“No, not for a while now. Dean and Sam found a cure. It wasn’t an easy one, but… Dean and I, we fell in love and I’ve been hunting with them since.”

Krissy reached to check Liam for a pulse. “Dean, you’re a hunter and you fell in love with a vampire?”

“He wasn’t very vampire-y. Look, he’s pretty awesome too.”

“So, besides chopping their heads off, what else can you do to hurt vampires?”

Liam shrugged. “They won’t kill one, but silver bullets are a bitch and a half. Silver anything burns and does more damage than a regular object would.”

They parked at the truck stop everyone went missing from. “You ever actually work with your dad?” Dean asked.

“Sure.”

“No, I mean work, not shoot cans in the woods.”

“I mean, I help all the time.”

“So, no. Well, right about now, your stomach should be pretty knotted up.”

“Not really. Look, maybe this was a lot harder for you when you were my age.”

“Oh, you think you're a good actress. You're not. I hate to break it to you, but it's all over your face, you're scared.”

“Quit treating me like I'm some girl. I've been prepping for this my entire life.”

“But you are a girl,” Liam pointed out. “When I was your age… I was hiding from my father, so I’m a bad example, but you get the point.”

“How old are you anyway?”

“If you count the vampire years, three hundred and forty two.”

“Wow, that’s old.”

“Yeah, well...”

They watched as a woman got into the cab of a truck. “Why is that waitress getting into that truck?” Krissy asked.

Dean sighed. “I'm not explaining the R-rated crap to you.”

“The front of the truck, not the back, Dean.”

“I think that’s our thing,” Liam perked up as Dean followed.

They followed the truck to a building. Dean turned to Liam. “Watch her.”

“What?” Liam’s eyes widened. “If there’s two of them you need me.”

“What I need is for this kid to stay here out of the line of fire. I nominate you to babysit. You’re great with kids.”

“I hate you,” Liam’s eyes narrowed.

“Love you too, Babe,” Dean kissed Liam’s cheek. “Only come poking around if I don’t come out in ten minutes.”

Dean went in and he was fighting with them when Krissy ran in. “Dad, hold on, I got you!” She ran toward her tied up father and one of them grabbed her leg.

Dean was holding his knife to the throat of the other one. “Let her go or Little Miss Sunshine here gets it.” Dean dropped his knife.

“What were you thinking, bringing her here?” Lee looked upset.

“I was thinking my partner was watching her,” Dean grumbled. “She's just a child. Let her go.”

The one holding Krissy smirked. “Yeah, I don't think we'll be letting anyone go. Find the partner,” she turned to her companion.

She jerked as a blade protruded from her chest. “I’m right here, sweetheart,” Liam whispered into her ear as he twisted the knife and she turned black and died.

Dean quickly picked up his knife and they both went at the second one, Dean stabbing her in the chest and twisting the blade. She too turned black and died. “I told you to watch her!” Dean grumbled as he cut the ropes binding Sam.

“She got away from me,” Liam frowned as he freed Lee. “But hey, she’s fine.”

“I didn’t need a babysitter,” Krissy insisted as she hugged her father. “Even if you hadn’t come in all sneaky like I would’ve been fine,” she pulled a blade from her sleeve.

“Thank you,” Lee smiled at them and seemed really out of it.

“Don't thank us. Quit,” Dean said. “Your daughter's fourteen years old and she wants to be a hunter. I'm not trying to be a dick, but what do you think hunting does to her life span? She could still be a regular kid.”

“You know, I got into this for a reason.”

“I know. Your family. That's the same reason you should get out now.”

“I can't. You ever know anyone who left the life?”

“Me,” Liam raised his hand. “For a little over seventy years anyway. Got dragged back.”

Lee shot him a strange look. “How is that possible?”

“He was a vampire, and a really old one.” Krissy said.

“The operative word being was,” Liam clarified. “These two cured me. And I didn’t kill people except for hunters that hunted me, and really, that was self defense. I tried the whole run and hide thing, y’all are persistent.”

“Maybe you could get me to a hospital and then tell me how you cured a really old vampire?”

“Yeah, of course,” Sam nodded.

They took him to a hospital and when he was settled in they told him the entire story of Liam going from vampire to human. “That’s insane,” Lee shook his head. “I’ve never heard of a vampire not wanting to hurt anyone.”

Liam shrugged. “I have never been normal as far as I can remember.”

“And I oddly find your strangeness endearing,” Dean hugged him close.

Sam gave Lee a small smile. “Well, we’ll let you get some rest.”

They all waved goodbye and left the hospital. “Now what do we do?” Liam asked.

“We work,” Dean answered. “And we figure out a way to kick Dick Roman’s ass.”

Liam got in the back of the car and wrapped his arms around Dean. “For tonight can we just go somewhere with a bed and cuddle? You’ve been different since Bobby died, and I get you’re grieving, but I miss you.”

Dean patted Liam’s arm. “Yeah, I think we can go somewhere and cuddle for the night.”
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