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Hunting Humanity IX	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Liam entered the bedroom to find Dean on the floor by the bed with a lore book in his hands. The blond moved to take a seat on the bed. “Sam found us a case. Something is taking people, but leaving their clothes. That sounds weird enough for us.”

“About time we came across something R rated,” Dean mumbled without looking up. “You two go ahead, I’ll hold down the fort.”

Liam grabbed Dean’s chin and lifted his face up to look at him. “You can’t just sit in here buried in books. It’s not healthy, and I thought you were all about health now.”

Dean snorted and pulled away, setting down the book. “Yeah, look how well that turned out.”

“You mean what happened with Charlie? Dean, she forgave you.”

“And I still haven’t forgiven me!” Dean snapped as he lifted himself up onto the bed. “Liam, I...”

“I know, you’re still worried because it’s been a while and we got zip. The fact that you still care is a good sign. And like Charlie said, how is not giving yourself a break working out for you? All things considered, I don’t think you did that badly.”

“You can’t tell me you’re not scared.”

Liam bit his lip and paused for a moment. “No, I can’t tell you that. All I’ve got right now is hope, and even that is hard to keep up. But remember the leviathans? We started out not having a clue what to do. And then we figured it out and we saved the world.”

Dean shook his head. “What if our luck is running out? What if my luck is running out? Sam had to go visit his family without us because we’re all scared of me losing it with one of the kids.”

Liam cupped Dean’s cheek with his hand. “Yeah, that sucks. But Sam found this case for us so we can get out of here and get a breath of fresh air. Most nights you sleep in the library, and that’s not good. We’re not finding anything here, and you’re becoming a very lousy husband.”

“Well that cheers me up,” Dean’s tone was sarcastic.

“That was me telling you I want more time with you. Where’s all that love you said you felt? Did it like leave?”

“No.” Dean rested his head on the blond’s shoulder. “I really want to figure this out for you and Sam.”

“I’m still managing to tell myself that we will figure it out. We have to. In the meantime, will you come work on this case? Be your usual restless self.”

“Okay,” Dean smiled a little. “But in the spirit of being myself...” He pushed Liam back on the bed and crawled on top of him to plant a deep kiss on his lips. “You think Sam can wait a little while? I can’t remember the last time we uh...”

Liam chuckled and unbuttoned Dean’s shirt. “I think we have some time.”

Several hours later the three men were in their suits and outside of a bar talking with a homeless man that had seen a little of what had happened to the most recent victim. “And then there was this bright light, and bam, the dude’s just gone. Nothing left but, uh...”

“Cheap suit and a pair of florsheims?” Dean finished the thought.

“Pretty much,” the homeless man nodded.

“You see anyone else?” Sam asked.

“No, sir.”

“And what about, uh, a chill? Or did you smell any rotten eggs?” Dean fished a little.

“What? No, man. Uh... I smelled flowers, though.”

“You smelled flowers? What kind of flowers?” Sam asked.

“Flowery flowers. Look. We all know what’s going on here, okay?”

“Don’t say it,” Dean mumbled under his breath.

“Aliens.”

“He said it,” Dean was getting annoyed.

“Dude was abducted. Believe me, I know. May 2003. Those suckers, they grabbed me, and they probed me everywhere.”

Sam was a little disgusted too. “Thanks for your time.” They walked away.

“Well, the wheels just came flying off the bus,” Dean commented when they were back by the car.

Sam leaned against the car. “Yeah. No cold spots means it probably wasn’t a ghost.”

“No sulfur means no demons, so that leaves us with what? Couple of little green dudes and a bucket of lube?”

“There was the flowers,” Liam pointed out. “Remember the flowers found where people went missing at that play? Maybe we have another god on our hands.”

“That’s a thought,” Sam agreed. “But we’d have to figure out which one. I’ll go scope out JP’s place. You two, uh, you ask around inside.”

“Liam, why don’t you go with Sam again?” Dean suggested.

“Why?” Liam was upset by that. “Why do you suddenly not want me around anymore? I’m beginning to really take it personally. What, I’m great for a screw, but when it comes to working a job I’m suddenly… what?”

“Oh jeez,” Dean rolled his eyes. “Why do you have to take everything so personally? I mean, I’m just gonna play a little twenty questions with some locals in a dive bar. For the last however many years you’ve always been with me. I trust Sam, and I trust you too. When it comes to checking things out two sets of eyes can be better than one, okay? And I have my reasons, which I don’t really want to talk about right now, but it doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. I mean, what is one thing that you know about me?”

Liam crossed his arms. “Well, sometimes you care too much. You also really like to get drunk, and don’t like being hassled about it.”

“Both are true,” Dean admitted. “But drinking with people is a good way to get them to open up. You’re a major lightweight, which could cause a problem. I don’t want you getting hurt, and I can’t be distracted by worrying about you. With Sam you’ll be sober and hopefully safe.”

“Fine.” Liam sighed and went to get in the passenger seat of the car.

Dean handed the keys over to his brother. “Why can’t I just have the good parts of a relationship without the headache?”

“Because that’s not how it works,” Sam couldn’t help but grin as he took the keys. “Especially when you’re always together.”

Liam and Sam didn’t find a whole lot at the apartment. The guy that went missing had some issues, but there was nothing strange, and nothing to explain what happened. Sam pulled his phone out to call Dean. “How we looking?” Dean answered.

“Not great. Turns out JP was about three days from getting evicted. His landlord said the guy blasted Neil Diamond all the time. And that his bathroom was… So, you got anything?”

“Yeah. I got, uh, jack with two scoops of squat. The pretty blond still talking to me?”

“Uh, you might need to pick up something for appeasement.”

“He’s that happy with me, huh?”

“Well, you did dump him with me twice now. Not that we don’t work well together, but he is your… whatever you want to call it.”

“Sammy, I think I got something,” Dean said suddenly and hung up.

“You sure he still wants me?” Liam asked as they got in the car.

“I’m sure he does. We’ve just all been through a lot, and he still has the mark… Maybe in his own weird way he wants us to bond in case...”

“He wants us to be able to continue without him. I wish he would hold out more hope.”

“So do I, but you have to admit, we aren’t finding anything. For now, we need to get back to that bar in case he did run into something.”

When they returned to the bar there was no Dean in sight. Sam pulled out his phone to call him. There was no answer the first time, and when they went inside the bar and Sam tried a second time they heard the phone ringing. They both watched as the bartender picked up what looked like Dean’s jacket, and he reached into the pocket to silence the phone. Liam wandered over to the bar. “Hey, buddy? Where did that jacket come from?”

“My Bar Mitzvah,” the bartender answered. “It was a magical night.”

“Yeah, I bet.” Liam grabbed the man’s hair and slammed his head hard off the bar. “Why don’t you try that again?”

“Dumpster. Found it by the dumpster.”

“I guess you like breathing after all.” Liam grabbed the jacket and motioned for Sam to follow him outside.

Sam got out a flashlight and they started poking around the dumpster. They didn’t see anything at first, but then Sam found Dean’s shoes and a pistol just under it. The handle of the pistol was covered in a yellow dust. Sam knelt down and got a little of the power on his finger to smell it. He looked up at Liam. “Flowers.”

“So now what do we do?” Liam was a little panicked.

Sam stood up. “I don’t think there’s much we can do right here right now. I think this flower dust is yarrow, that’s something. All I think we can do is go back to the motel and do research.”

“That doesn’t help Dean!”

“Easy, hobbit,” Sam put a hand on his shoulder. “Dean is tough, he’ll manage until we can get to him. Without knowing exactly what’s going on, research is all we’ve got.”

Liam didn’t exactly like that answer, but they got back in the car and drove to the motel. They hadn’t been there very long when there was a knock at the door. The blond grabbed a pistol and cracked the door open to reveal a teenage boy. “Can I help you?” he raised an eyebrow.

The boy smirked at him, a smirk that seemed familiar somehow. “You don’t look hobbit size anymore.”

That only confused Liam, so Sam got up and came over. “What’s going on?”

“Hiya, Sammy,” the boy greeted him.

“Dean?” Sam’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah,” Dean answered, entering the room when Sam and Liam stepped back.

Sam closed the door and watched Dean go for his bag. “But you’re a...”

“Yep.”

“How?”

“No clue. Some scarface looking dude, bright light. Next thing I know, I wake up looking like Bieber.”

“Why would someone turn you into…?” Liam asked.

Dean grabbed a gun out of the bag. “Don’t know. Don’t care. Hey, we got any grenades?”

Sam shook his head in disbelief. “Wait a second. Talk to us.”

“Really, Sam? Now? I got no grass on the infield, and a girl’s gonna die. Sorry if I’m not in a chatty mood. Look, you wanted me back in the game. I’m back in the damn game.” He headed back for the car. “Come on.”

Sam and Liam gave each other puzzled looks, but they followed. “Where are we heading?” Sam asked.

“Tell you on the way,” Dean said as he got into the driver’s seat. He had to pull the seat up so he could reach the pedals, but Sam’s legs were squished in the process.

“Maybe I should drive,” Sam suggested while wincing.

“Yeah,” Dean agreed and put the seat back before getting out to switch sides.

While they drove Dean filled them in on what had happened to him. “Cake. Why would they give you cake?” Sam wondered.

“Well, don’t know. It wasn’t even good cake. Too dry. What?” he asked when he noticed the way Sam was glancing at him.

“Nothing. Okay, not nothing. Look, this is bizarre. Even for us, Dean. This is insane. You’re like what, you’re like fourteen? How does it even feel?”

Dean let out a sigh. “Well, I’m me. I’m old me, but I’m a kid. It’s freakin weird, dude. And… There was a Taylor Swift song on the bus that I hopped to the motel, and, uh, I liked it, Sam. I liked it a lot.”

“Now that’s freaky,” Liam commented. “You always complain when I play them.”

“My voice is weird, and I’ve got like nine zits, and I have zero control over this,” Dean motioned to his crotch. “And since I’m still old me Liam is really hot, so...”

“That’s enough, thanks,” Sam stopped him. “Let’s just call it puberty.”

“Yeah, which sucks. Again.”

Liam chuckled. “Don’t envy you right now. It’s been a really long time, but I remember well.”

“Well, listen, I checked out the alley where you got jumped, and I found yarrow,” Sam brought the topic back to the case.

“Which means what?” Dean asked.

“Means we’re probably dealing with a witch. Yarrow’s a flower. They use it in a ton of spells.”

“Okay. We still got some of that witch killing crap in the trunk?”

“Hell, yeah. So, we’ll get you changed back, and then light Sabrina’s ass up.”

Dean paused a moment. “Uh, yeah, about that. It turns out, this whole freak show has an upside.” He pulled up his sleeve to reveal a bare arm. “The mark is gone.”

Liam leaned forward to examine his arm. “Not that I’m complaining, but how?”

“Well, I figure if this hoodoo slammed me back into the body I had when I was fourteen…”

“You didn’t have the mark then,” Sam finished the thought.

“Yeah, and if we reverse the spell...”

“Then it’s gonna come back.”

“That’s what I’m thinking. So maybe we don’t.”

“Wait a second. Are you saying you want to stay like this?” Sam was surprised.

“No, but if it’s between being a psycho rage monster demon or a teenager, well… Look, I’m not a fan either, but Sam, this is problem solved. And I’m still me. I can still hunt. I’m just, you know, dewier.”

“And what about me?” Liam asked.

“What do you mean?” Dean turned around to look at him.

“We’re supposed to be together, idiot. I’ve dumped good men for you. And I may be a lot of things, but a pedophile is not one of them. So where does this little plan of yours leave me?”

Dean’s eyes narrowed. “I didn’t think about that.”

“Of course you didn’t because you’re you.”

Dean grumbled. “I don’t want the mark back, and I would think you could understand why. I’m sorry, really I am. I know I ask a lot of you, and if you can just wait like four years you won’t be a pedophile.”

“Yeah, just a pervert walking around with someone half my age. No thank you.”

“Guys,” Sam interrupted them. “Witch first, okay? Then I’m sure we can figure something out.”

Dean crossed his arms. “I may have the body of a fourteen year old, but he’s the child.”

“Oh, that’s rich,” Liam snorted.

“Shut up, both of you!” Sam urged as he pulled up to the house Dean said he came from. There was a light on in the window. “Looks like someone’s home.”

“Okay. Let’s go in through the basement. Get Tina out first,” Dean suggested. The other two followed him to the basement window he escaped from. “Still open.” Dean knelt down to look in. “Tina?” She wasn’t there. “Alright, let’s go.”

Sam just stared at the small space. “Dean, I’m way too big to fit in that.”

“Then find another way, Sasquatch,” Liam said as he pretty easily slipped through.

Dean chuckled. “That was kinda funny now that I’m about the same size as him. Uh, there should be a way in around back.” Dean followed Liam.

The two of them searched around the basement with flashlights and guns drawn. They saw another cell with an untouched piece of cake. A little further inside was a human skull. “This does not bode well for your friend,” Liam commented.

Liam was suddenly grabbed from behind by a large man. Dean hit him in the back of the head, which made him loosen his grip enough for Liam to elbow him in the face and stun him. Sam came in at that moment, and all three trained their guns on him. “Where’s the girl?” Dean demanded.

“Upstairs. Alive,” came the answer.

“What did you do to us?”

“Nothing. I’m no witch. I just work for one.”

“Crappy gig. Where is he?” Sam asked.

“She. And she is the worst person in the world.”

“Is that so?” Dean wanted to keep the guy talking.

“I’ve been with her for centuries. Things I’ve see her do. My sister and I, she made us hurt people, kill people, and when we tried to escape, she caught us and tortured me, and then she made me eat poor Gretel’s heart.”

Sam put the pieces together. “Wait, Gretel? What, are you saying that you’re…?”

“Hansel. My name is Hansel.”

“Hansel and Gretel, like the fable. Like Brothers Grimm?”

“It wasn’t a fable. It was based on a true story. They just gave it a happy ending.”

“So can we,” Liam was confident.

“Oh, okay. We get to barbecue a celebrity. Cool,” Dean seemed to like that idea.

Hansel shook his head. “You can’t kill her. You’re just men.”

“We’re more than that,” Sam told him. “We’re hunters.”

“Ah. Then let me help.”

“Help? What’s in it for you?” Dean asked curiously.

“Because if you’re going to fry that candy coated bitch, I want in.”

“You want to help? Tell me how to turn him back,” Sam demanded.

“Sam, it can wait,” Dean was getting a little irritated.

“Tell me how!” Sam demanded again.

“The hex bag that I’m wearing. It will reverse the spell. Squeeze it, and you’ll return to your proper age. Look, we waste the witch, I give you the cure. Deal?”

“Alright,” Sam agreed.

They all followed Hansel up to the kitchen where the witch had a girl who Sam and Liam assumed to be Tina tied up. The witch saw Dean and gave a happy little chuckle. “Well, our lost lamb. I thought we’d have to go looking for you. Maybe even abandon our home sweet home here. I never dreamt you’d be stupid enough to come back on your own. Hansel, take care of them.”

Hansel didn’t respond. “Yeah, he’s not exactly your biggest fan,” Dean said as he held up the witch killing molotov cocktail in his hand.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have made him chow down on his sister,” Sam added.

“I never made Hansel do anything.”

Hansel suddenly grabbed Sam’s gun and knocked him to the ground. While Dean tried to get the cocktail lit, Liam tried to come to Sam’s assistance only to get grabbed in a choke hold. “They’re hunters!” Hansel pointed Sam’s gun at Dean.

With a word from the witch the bottle flew out of Dean’s hand and smashed against the opposite wall. Dean put his hands up in surrender. The witch grinned evilly. “Now, who’s hungry?” She walked over to Dean and pinched his arm. “Oh, scrawny. We’ll have to fatten you up.”

Dean jerked his arm away. “Don’t freakin touch me.”

“Oh, I’m going to do more than that.” She grabbed Dean’s jaw. “Children. Oh, they’re so sweet and innocent. And delicious. You’ll see.”

“If you like kids so much, why not go after kids? What’s with this whole fountain of youth?” Sam asked both out of curiosity and to stall her.

“In the olden days if a child went missing, ah, the young died all the time. Now though, with all your AMBER Alerts and your milk cartons, a person fillets one rugrat, and people get so angry. So, I improvise. I take adults no one will miss and give them back their youth. It’s the only way I can eat in peace.”

Sam started feeling for the knife in his pocket. Dean saw what he was doing and tried to further distract her. “So, uh, is it worth it? I mean, word on the street is people kind of taste like chicken.”

“A bit. European children are more, uh, free range, gamier. Americans though, they are heaven. Fattier. The meat, so finely marbled, it’s almost buttery. I just can’t get enough.”

“Awesome,” Dean looked a little grossed out.

“I am in awe. This is my first visit to your country. And I have to say God Bless the USA.”

“Oh, so, you’re a tourist.”

“No. It’s business, not pleasure. An old friend is causing trouble, and the Grand Coven asked me to take care of her. Poor, stupid Rowena.”

“Rowena?” Dean perked a little at the name. “She got red hair, a thing for ritzy hotels?”

The witch’s jaw practically dropped. “How do you know that?”

Sam got his knife and signaled Liam with a tap to his foot. The blond bit Hansel hard in the arm, and when he screamed and loosened his grip, Sam got up and punched him. When Hansel recovered from being stunned he went after Liam, slamming him into the wall. While Dean tackled Hansel, Sam went after the witch. She tried to stab Sam with her kitchen knife, but he knocked it out of her hand. Then she flung him against the wall.

Liam saw Dean being slammed around by Hansel, but he also saw Sam’s dropped knife on the floor. It only took him a second to decide to go for the knife, but before he could reach it the witch started choking him with her magic.

Hansel tossed Dean over by the fridge, and the witch opened up her oven. “Now you’ll burn,” Hansel growled as he advanced on Sam.

“Turn them!” the witch cried out, but when Hansel reached for the hex bag around his neck it wasn’t there.

Dean held it in his hand. He gave it a squeeze and in a flash of light was an adult again. In her surprise the witch released Liam, who again went for the knife and quickly stabbed Hansel in the back. Dean picked himself up off the floor and marched toward the witch. In one swift motion he stuffed the bag in her mouth and shoved her in the oven. He locked the door while she screamed in agony and burned.

“Everybody okay?” Dean looked around the room before going to untie Tina.

“Same shit, different day,” Liam answered as he tenderly rubbed his neck.

“Tina, that’s my brother, Sam,” Dean motioned to Sam picking himself up off the floor, “and my husband, Liam.”

“Husband?” Dean got that all too familiar look. “Really?”

“Really. It’s a long story.”

“I never would have guessed. But hey, considering… That was crazy. Like psycho crazy. And you do this all the time?”

“All the freakin time,” Dean nodded.

They walked outside and Tina turned to Dean. “So, can you turn me back?”

Dean frowned at the question. “The hex bag went up in flames. I’m so sorry, Tina.”

“We may be able to reverse engineer the spell, though,” Sam offered.

Tina studied her reflection in the window for a moment. “Or maybe you don’t. I got three ex-husbands, fifty grand in debt, and not much else. I was kind of a crappy adult. Maybe I’ll do better this time around. Get out of town, get a fresh start. This is my second chance. Everybody wants a second chance, right?”

“Those can be good,” Liam agreed.

“Sure you’re gonna be all right?” Dean asked.

She gave him a little smile. “Like I told you, I always am.”

“Can we at least give you a ride somewhere?” Sam asked.

She thought about it a moment before nodding and heading toward the car. “Give me the keys,” Dean demanded of his brother.

“I was wondering how long before you did that,” Liam joked while Sam handed them over.

Tina had them take her to a bus station. They stood outside and Sam reached into his wallet and grabbed a wad of cash that he handed over to her. “Alright, here you go. It’s all the cash we got.”

“Thanks for everything.”

“You stay safe out there, you hear?” Dean gave her a smile.

“I will,” she said as she headed into the bus station.

Dean turned to his companions. “So, Grand Coven. Any ideas?”

Sam shook his head. “Doesn’t sound good.”

“Well, sounds like an 80’s hair metal band. You know, lot of hair spray, lot of eye shadow, lot of keytar.” Sam and Liam just stared at him. “No? Nothing? Come on, man. I’m painting a word picture here.”

“Is it back?” Sam asked the question they all wanted to know the answer to.

Dean pulled up his sleeve to reveal the mark back on his arm. “I know I said I didn’t want to change back, but… You two are more important, and we were in it deep.”

Sam seemed to like that answer. “Do I wish the mark was gone? Yes, of course. Absolutely, I do, but I wanted you back. And now here you are, and you didn’t Hulk out, so... I’ll take the win. As for the rest of it; the mark, everything else, we’ll figure it out. We always do.”

“So you keep telling me.” Dean didn’t look like he really believed it anymore.

“Hey, at least we got some kind of clue now,” Liam tried to reassure him. “If we could do something similar, just not go quite so far back…”

“Yeah...” Dean reached to pull Liam closer. “You know, I really didn’t wanna leave you hanging. I saw the mark was gone and I got excited. You know how I don’t always think and I very unintentionally hurt you.”

Liam leaned to rest his head on Dean’s chest. “I know. That’s why I always forgive you, because you’re an idiot, but you’re my idiot.”

“I love you too. Now, since I’m back to my old self, and you don’t have to feel like a pedophile anymore, why don’t we go back to the bunker and watch a movie in bed?”

“That sounds good.” Liam kissed his husband’s cheek and they all got back in the car to drive away.
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