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Hunting Humanity X	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1093 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dean opened his eyes one morning and found Liam staring at the ceiling. “You couldn't sleep again?”

Liam sighed and turned toward his husband. “I keep thinking about how stupid I was. I know better than that. I... I could've gotten us all killed.”

“But you didn't,” Dean lovingly stroked his cheek. “Your hunches are almost always right. That one wasn't. Nobody is perfect, so quit beating yourself up about it.”

“Does me telling you to quit beating yourself up ever work?”

“No, but you're not me. Hey, uh, I know you don't want to talk about it, but I'm really curious. What do you remember about the whole thing?”

Liam gave his partner a strange look. “Why does it matter?”

“Humor me.”

“I was beaten and tied up because Lucifer wanted to get to Sam. He came to me because you two listen to me, and I...”

“You made a mistake, but it's all fixed now. Babe, you need to sleep. I don't want you getting sick again.”

“I'll be fine, I always am.”

“Until you're not. Why don't we just go get some breakfast.”

“Okay,” Liam got up and put some clothes on.

They found Sam in the kitchen cleaning his gun. “You too?” Dean sighed. “How long have you been up?”

“I'm fine,” Sam insisted.

“Yeah, you're both fine.”

“What do you want me to say?” Sam got a little defensive.

“Nothing. I just wish.... Hey, maybe working a case will get you guys out of this. I was looking last night, and I think I found something. A resident of Oak Park, an old folks' home, was found yesterday in his room with his head bashed in. But get this, the doors were locked and there was no sign of break in. Ghost? Demonic possession?” Neither of them responded. “I figure it's worth a look. What do you think?”

“And what about the Darkness?” Sam asked. “What about Cas? We haven't heard from him.”

“Okay, first of all, we've got zero on Amara. And Cas, he'll be fine. He always is.”

Liam sat down at the table. “Maybe getting my mind off of things wouldn't be so bad.”

“I guess a look wouldn't hurt,” Sam reluctantly agreed.

They got in the car and started driving. After a few hours they pulled up to a very nice looking building. “Seriously? This place is an old folks' home?” Sam said as he looked at it through the window.

“Looks awesome,” Dean parked the car and they got out. At the front door there was a sign that read 'Early Bird Specials! Reserve your tomorrow today!'. “Maybe we ought to make a reservation,” Dean said when he saw it.

Sam only chuckled at that. “Yeah, we should be so lucky to live long enough.”

Inside Dean and Liam started talking to the manager about what had happened. “As I told the police, I was walking by Harold's room, and I heard a loud banging noise. And then I heard Harold yell from inside of his suite, 'Get it out of my head', so I knocked on the door and called to him. And when he didn't reply, I used my pass key to get into his room. That's when I saw him. He was on his back. His skull was, um... Well, there was a lot of blood.”

“And nobody else was in the room,” Dean wanted to confirm.

The man shook his head. “No. The windows and doors were locked. I even checked the security logs. Nobody was in or out of Harold's room all night. I don't really understand what could have happened.” An older woman walked by. “Hey, Mildred.”

“Oh, good morning, Arthur,” she paused to give the man a pleasant smile, and then gave Dean a hungry look.

“This is Mildred, one of our residents,” Arthur introduced her.

“Hi,” Dean gave her a little nod, obviously feeling uncomfortable with the way she was looking at him. “Um, do you always work late at night?” he asked Arthur when Mildred walked away.

“I've been, uh, staying here, actually. My wife left me. Via text, if you can believe it, a whole series of emojis.”

“Wow. What did you do?” Liam asked.

“Oh, I didn't stand for that. Fought fire with fire. Sent her the poop emoji.”

“Well, that's one way to fly,” Dean commented.

“I should have sent the heart. I can be so stupid. I just wish she'd call me back.”

“Oh, no, I think you did the right thing.”

“Really now?” Liam raised an eyebrow at that comment.

Dean shot him a sharp look. “Remember that little talk we had?” Then he turned his attention back to Arthur. “Um, hey, listen, since you've been staying here, uh, a lot, uh, have you noticed any strange sounds, smells, uh, cold spots?”

“What? Uh, no. Why?”

“Oh, just routine questions. Um, what about enemies? Harold have any enemies?”

“Actually... He had quite a few.”

“Do you have any record of the complaints?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Can we take a look?”

“Sure.”

“And can we see what you've got on who has died here?”

Arthur gave him an odd look, but nodded. “I'll see what I can do.”

Dean turned back to Liam after Arthur left. “You really need to stop bringing personal issues into investigations. Not only does it drive me crazy, but it could blow our cover.”

“Can I help it if some of the things you say without thinking are rather enlightening? What would you do if I broke up with you over a text?”

“I'd be pretty pissed, but I'd do the same thing I did the last time you left. I hunted you down and begged for your forgiveness. But I can't say that to Arthur, or anyone else for that matter. You should've taken a nap on the drive over here. You're extra annoying when you're tired.”

“Glad to hear you think I'm annoying. I just can't sleep, okay?”

Arthur set them up in the dining hall with the files. Sam found them and dropped a bag of pill bottles on the table. “Turns out Harold was stealing the other residents' Viagra.”

“I know. A real dick move, huh?” Dean chuckled at that.

Sam sat down. “So I got an EMF hit in his room, but I got an EMF hit on pretty much every floor in the building. How many people died in this place?”

Dean motioned to the files they were looking at. “Arthur, the, uh, heartbroken manager, he gave me access to all the residents' files. This is everyone who has passed here. Now uh, this guy, Jake Townsend, had beef with Harold, but it wasn't over blue pills.”

Sam took a look at the file. “Whoa. Jake filed a formal complaint against Harold?”

“Yeah, apparently Harold was stealing his pension checks and cashing them for himself. Now, when Jake died, his family filed a civil suit against Harold, but it just got caught up in the courts and never went to trial.”

“So maybe Jake stuck around as a vengeful spirit, took matters into his own hands,” Sam guessed. “Alright. So where's Jake Townsend buried?”

They drove to the cemetery after nightfall and started digging up the grave. They were almost down to the casket when Dean climbed out and took a sip of beer. “Dude...” Liam shot him a nasty glare.

“Oh, you got this. You got it. You're doing great.” Sam and Liam kept digging. “So no retirement, huh?” Dean said with a thoughtful look.

Sam looked up at him. “Hey, you're the one who's always wanted to go out blaze of glory style preferably while the Bon Jovi song is playing.”

“I'm a candle in the wind. Yeah, but the way you said it, it was like that blaze of glory was gonna happen sooner rather than later. Are you okay?”

Sam paused. “No, I'm not, actually. Not at all. Being so close to Lucifer again, that brought stuff up.”

“Yeah,” Liam nodded. “And odd violent feelings I don't understand.”

“Either of you want to talk about it?” Dean offered.

“No,” they said in unison.

“Well, look, Lucifer is never getting out of that cage, ever. And neither of you need to have anything more to do with him. Case closed. And so is this one,” Dean said when Sam hit the casket. They opened it up and Dean started pouring salt and gasoline. “Kind of nice being back on a case, huh? Get your mind off of things.”

“Let's burn the bones so we can go home,” Sam grumbled.

Dean hesitated for a moment, but he threw a match into the casket and they watched it go up in flames. “Time to get some rest. Maybe I can give you a little massage, relax you some,” he put a hand on Liam's shoulder.

“You can try,” Liam mumbled as he headed for the car. “Unless I annoy you too much.”

They ended up back at the retirement home when they heard of another death. This time it was Arthur, and the circumstances were very similar. They stood on a balcony overlooking the scene with Mildred, who had witnessed the whole thing. “Arthur said he heard something, like a scream.”

“And did you hear anything?” Sam asked her.

“I didn't hear a thing except the sound of Arthur bashing his head through that window. He just wanted that noise to stop. He said, 'Get it out of my head'.”

“Did you notice anything else, a drop in temperature?” Dean asked.

“No. But the power went out. And when I looked through the broken window, I saw something.”

“What did you see, exactly?” Sam asked.

She sighed. “You're not gonna believe me. They certainly didn't. But I know what I saw. This isn't my first brush with something like this. I saw a ghost ten years ago. Nobody believed me then, either.”

Dean gently touched her hand. “We believe you, Ms. Baker.”

“Oh, Agent Osbourne, thank you.” She squeezed Dean's hand and held it. “I feel so much safer knowing the FBI is looking into this.”

Dean gave her an awkward little smile. “Well, that's... I'm just gonna need my hand back.”

As Mildred let go of Dean, Liam didn't look happy, but he kept his temper. “Ms. Baker, what did you see?”

“It was a woman. Long, flowing hair, blood red robes, sunken eyes, and she was... Feeding on Arthur's head.”

“I'm so sorry. Um, excuse me one second,” Sam said as he went over to a maid that had caught his eye.

Dean moved to follow him, but Mildred grabbed his hand again. “Oh! Please don't leave me, Agent Osbourne.”

“We're not going anywhere,” Dean assured her. “But I do need to talk to my partners.” He managed to pull his hand away, and when they were back in the lobby Sam returned. “Witness?”

“No,” Sam answered. “So, apparently, not a ghost.”

“No. Ghosts don't feed on busted open heads,” Dean agreed.

“Alright, I'll check with the coroner, see if, uh, anything was missing from our first victim's brain,” Sam said.

“Fingers crossed it’s zombies, and we can get our 'Walking Dead' on,” Dean seemed a little excited about that prospect. “Well, whatever it is we’ve got to figure it out before the next feeding time.”

“I guess we do some research then,” Liam sighed.

“You guessed right,” Dean nodded. “I know it's not the best part of the job, but we gotta know what we're dealing with so we know how to kill it.”

“Well, I've got a hunch. I guess we see if I'm right. I may have grown up in America, but don't forget my father was very Irish, and not such a dick when my brother was little. Screaming has me thinking banshee.”

“Really?” Dean seemed intrigued by that. “We'll have to do some digging, but maybe you're right. Hey, I don't really want to stir up trouble or anything, but it's very clear that Mildred likes me, and I haven't seen the green eyed monster out of you. Does this mean you've grown some, or you just aren't threatened by a much older woman?”

“She likes you, yes. I don't see the interest going both ways. You're into hot young things.”

“True, although I did used to have a thing for Blanche from the 'Golden Girls'.”

Liam raised an eyebrow at that. “Seriously? I have to watch you around anyone with breasts now?”

Dean grumbled under his breath. “Why did I bring this up? The point is you don't have to watch me around anyone. Once when I was going through something I tried to hook up with a barmaid. I admit that was a huge mistake on my part. I fought, quite literally, to get you back. I know you don't like it that I can't explain it. I really wish I could explain it. You're the piece I didn't know was missing until I met you. Otherwise, I'm exactly the same as I was before I met you. The only difference being now I look and flirt instead of trying to score.”

The blond sighed. “My head already hurt before you brought this up. Maybe if we could just lie down for a little bit. I doubt I'll sleep, but a little rest might do me good.”

Dean nodded. “If that's what you think you need to do.”

A while later Sam walked into the room where Dean was doing research with Liam on a tablet. He was on the phone. “Yeah, I got it Okay, thanks again.” He hung up and turned to Dean. “So, according to the coroner, part of Harold's frontal lobe was missing.”

Dean gave a little nod. “And that tracks with banshees, as our Irish companion suspected.”

“Banshees? I thought banshees were good,” Sam didn't understand.

“The ones tied to fairy lore are. They cry out as a warning to a victim's impending death.” Dean showed his brother the page he was looking at. “But these guys are malevolent banshees, total dick bags. They use their piercing scream to drive their prey crazy. Forces the victims to crack open their own eggs, and then the banshees feed on the yolk. Oh, and the only people who can hear the banshee's scream are the victims.”

Sam looked over the page. “Well, that would explain why Mildred didn't hear anything.”

“Oh, and they, uh, travel through mist, which explains how they got into Harold's locked room. And they only prey on the vulnerable.”

“Harold did just have hip replacement surgery.”

“And Arthur's wife just left him. Broken heart.”

“That's a kind of vulnerable, I guess.”

“They hunt the same place until it's picked clean. And they only hunt at night, so that just gives us a few hours to figure out who's next.”

“Then how do we kill it?”

“Gold blade. I don't have any in the trunk, so I got to head to the bunker with Liam and grab a couple. You stay here and figure out who in this place is vulnerable.”

When they reached the bunker Dean started looking for a gold blade, but paused when he heard a noise. He motioned to Liam, and they both drew their guns and went looking for the intruder. They found a door open, and they barged in. “Hey!” Dean shouted. It was Castiel with his back to them. “Cas? What the hell are you doing, man?”

“Hello, Dean,” the angel said casually.

“We don't hear from you for days, you show up, you start wrecking the joint,” Dean wasn't happy.

“I'm sorry,” Castiel apologized.

“What are you doing?”

Castiel turned around with papers in his hands. “Well, I'm looking for a spell, something to draw Amara out, but there's nothing. I had her in my sights. She was hurt. I should have ended it.”

“Wait, what?” Dean was surprised. “How?”

“Well, I don't know. But there has to be something. And how many more chances are we gonna get?”

“Saying you're gonna kill her is one thing, but actually doing it's something totally different,” Dean admitted.

“What do you mean?”

“I've had two shots at Amara. I struck out both times.”

“What are you talking about?”

Suddenly Liam lunged forward and punched Castiel hard in the face. Blood was dripping from his nose and mouth. Dean pulled the blond back quickly. “What the hell are you doing?”

Liam blinked a few times. “I don't know,” he admitted. “I just...”

Castiel approached Liam slowly and put his hands on the blond's shoulders. “It's alright, I hold nothing against you.

Liam backed up. “You are not Castiel!”

Dean wrapped his arms around his husband from behind. “Babe, I really think this whole not sleeping thing is getting to you a little bit. You're on edge because you're over tired.”

“I'm sure that's what it is,” Castiel agreed. “Why don't you go make yourself a cup of calming herbal tea? That should make you feel a little better. And Dean, I need you to tell me about Amara.”

“I guess if...” Liam looked very confused, but he wandered off toward the kitchen.

“Being so near Lucifer again really messed him up,” Dean explained. “He remembers. His memory was altered, but he knows enough of what happened.”

“I can imagine it wasn't easy,” Castiel nodded in understanding. “His human self wouldn't understand it, but all those buried feelings being brought to the surface... And being tricked again, well... But I'm sure he'll be fine.”

“That's what he keeps saying.”

Castiel followed Dean to the library. “So, what happened with Amara?” the angel asked.

“I tried to kill her,” Dean confessed.

“Well, the two of you are connected somehow by the mark.”

“It's more than that,” Dean lowered his gaze for a moment.

“Attraction? Oh, Dean.”

“I know. Whatever is is, attraction, connection... I got to tell you, man, it scares me. I don't know that I can stop it. I don't know that I can resist it.”

Castiel put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it scares me, too. But we will find out what this is, I promise. In the end, it may help draw her out. This could be a good thing.”

Dean's phone started ringing, and when he saw it was Sam he got up from the table to answer it. “Sam?”

“Dean, look up Edward Durbin II.”

“Wait. What? In the Men of Letters' files.”

“Yeah, I ran into this other hunter that's hunting the banshee too. She says this Edward guy was her grandfather, and she's hunting the banshee that killed her parents.”

“Alright, let me go look.” Dean went to the room where the records were kept, and he looked the name up. “Oh, son of a bitch. She ain't lying,” he said when he found the right file. “According to the Men of Letters' records, Edward Durbin II was inducted in 1939, part of a small delegation that was sent to Europe. And get this, he's a descendant of Liam Quinn.”

“Wow, a family that really gets around. From what she told me, her father had just lost his job. He had a nervous breakdown.”

“So, he was vulnerable.”

“Right. And her mom only knew some basic spells. She used one to banish the banshee, saved Eileen's life.”

“Awesome. Alright. What's the plan?”

“Well, we're gonna use the same Celtic spell Eileen used to trap me. When the banshee comes for Mildred tonight, we trap it. And we hit it with gold.”

“Right. I don't like using Mildred as bait.”

“Are you worried about her? I didn't think she was your type.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “I've already had this conversation with a sleep deprived blond. I'm happy with what I've got. I just, I don't know, I kinda like her, but not the way she seems to like me.”

“Okay. Look, I don't like using anyone as bait. But this is all we got.”

“I'm on my way.” Dean hung up and turned to Castiel who had come up behind him. “Cas, I got to get back to Sam. Listen, about what we talked about, let's just keep that between you and me until know more, okay?”

“Dean, that's not-”

“Cas, just trust me.”

“Alright. But the next time you face Amara, you won't be alone. And uh, since what you're hunting prays on the vulnerable, I'd suggest keeping an eye on your other half.”

“You think I need to worry?”

“He's not at the top of his game, which is a little worrisome, yes.”

“Thanks, Cas. I'd try to get him to stay here, but we both know that won't work.”

“No, it won't. Unprecedented stubbornness.”

Dean found Liam and they went back to the retirement home. When they entered Mildred's room Sam was sitting on the couch with a woman dressed as a maid. “Eileen, this is my brother, Dean Winchester, and his uh, partner, Liam Spencer. Guys, this is Eileen Leahy.”

Dean reached out to shake her hand. “Eileen, it's good to meet you.”

“So you're a legacy too,” she said with a heavy speech impediment.

“I guess so, yeah,” Dean nodded. “According to the file we're distantly related. We're descendants of Liam Quinn too. We come from his daughter that fled to New Hampshire to be with an ex priest.”

Eileen nodded at the information. “I don't know that much about my family.”

“Right, well,” Dean started digging in the bag he'd brought. “Let's see here.” He pulled out a gold blade and handed it to Sam. “There's one for you. And you,” he handed another to Liam. “And I'm guessing you already have one,” he said to Eileen. “Where's Mildred?”

Before anyone could answer Mildred came through the door. She smiled when she saw Dean. “Oh! I'm glad you're back.” She walked over to him and grabbed his arm. “I feel safer already. Come here. I want to show you something.” She led him over to a couch by the window and sat down. When Dean didn't sit down beside her she patted the seat next to her. “Well, come on and sit down. I'm not gonna bite. Never really was my thing.”

“Okay,” Dean slowly lowered himself onto the couch.

She looked out at the sunset. “I have the same view from upstairs. West facing rooms, they cost extra. You know, you got to pay for the view.”

Dean shrugged. “It's not bad.”

“Not bad? Honey, it's almost as gorgeous as you are.”

Dean gave her an awkward little smile. “You do know I'm spoken for...” he motioned to Liam who was behind them.

“Honey, I'm not blind,” she chuckled. “I can see the ring on your finger. But him, really? I guess what they say is true, all the good ones are either married or... In your case both.”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Never thought either would happen. Long story. But listen...”

“You know, tell me something. When's the last time you watched a sunset without waiting for something to go bump in the night?” Dean could only shrug. “You should try it sometime. I just hope this one isn't my last. I mean, does this stuff really work? A banshee shows up and you cut your hand and slap it on one of those things, and it gets trapped. I mean, is this actually something that happens?”

“Yep,” Dean held up the gold blade in his hand. “And then it gets one of these. Mildred, everything's gonna be fine. Tell me something. What did you do before you retired?”

Mildred gave a little laugh. “I was in a Patsy Cline tribute band.”

“No.”

“I'm deadly serious.”

“You ever miss life on the road?”

“Nah, I had my fun. You want to know the secret to living a long and happy life?”

“Actually, yes I do.”

She put her hand on Dean's chest. “Follow your heart. You do that, all the rest just figures itself out. I did that. I followed my heart. Traveled the world, made people smile, forget about their problems for a while. And then my heart said, well, you're done. I had my fill and... And I retired. And I love it.”

“Hey, you know, this place isn't what I expected.”

“Oh, life here is great. I'd just like to enjoy it a little more.”

“And you will. I promise.” He glanced down at his leg. “Your hand is still on my knee.”

Mildred smirked. “Just because you're married to a man, does that really mean I can't have a little fun?”

“Well...” Dean looked to Liam for an answer.

“Keep it at second base,” Liam gave him one.

Dean chuckled. “I really wasn't expecting that out of you. He's usually the jealous type,” he explained to Mildred. Then he suddenly winced and stood up. “Do you hear that?”

Mildred shook her head. “I don't hear anything. Do you?”

“Sam? Liam?”

“Oh crap,” Liam started looking all around the room.

Dean groaned and fell to his knees holding his head. “Oh, Sam, it's what happened to Arthur,” Mildred was frightened.

Both Sam and Liam rushed to Dean's side. “Dean, look at me,” Sam ordered. Dean looked over his brother's shoulder and there was blood dripping from his eyes.

The banshee appeared behind Eileen. She turned and thrust her gold blade at it, but was thrown into the bookshelf. Sam lunged at the creature and managed to slice its arm. That only seemed to make it angrier, and Sam was thrown through the bedroom door.

Dean got up and started banging his head on the wall. Liam tackled him to get him to stop, pinning him to floor as he struggled. “Mildred!” the blond called out as the banshee advanced on them. He motioned to the symbol near her on the wall.

Mildred grabbed the gold blade Sam had dropped, and she quickly sliced her palm and pressed it to the symbol. The banshee was immediately flung back to the other identical symbol on the opposite end of the room. Eileen got up, and with her blade she stabbed it in the stomach. There was one last scream as the banshee disappeared in black smoke.

Dean relaxed, and Mildred went over to check on him. “Are you okay?” she knelt beside him.

“I think so.” Dean waited for Liam to get off him, but the blond didn't move. “Liam?”

“He isn't....?” Sam was worried as he got up off the floor and came over.

Dean checked his partner's neck for a pulse. “He's alive,” he was relieved to find one. “I think he just passed out. You mind?”

Sam lifted Liam off of Dean and laid him on the couch. “The banshee must've attacked him.”

“No,” Dean shook his head. “It didn't reach us. My guess is exhaustion finally got the best of him,” Dean said as he got up and moved to stand over the couch. “About time. Bad timing, but....”

“You love him,” Mildred observed from the way Dean was looking down.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Some days I wonder why, but I really do.”

“Well then, your heart is fast asleep on my couch. Don't take that for granted.”

“Don't intend to, especially in our line of work.” Dean picked Liam up and turned to his brother. “Let's go get some rest ourselves.”

The next day they met back up with Eileen and Mildred before they left. “So you boys hitting the road, huh?” Mildred said to Dean while Sam was talking to Eileen.

“Yes, ma'am.”

“Well, it was certainly a pleasure to meet you. I would love to get to know you better, but I know when I'm beat.” She looked over at the car where Liam was putting some bags into the trunk. “But something seems to be troubling you. Hey, I learned a lot from my time on the road.”

“It's nothing,” Dean insisted. “But we better get a move on.”

“Alright. You boys stay out of trouble.”

“That's not gonna happen, Mildred.”

Sam waved goodbye to both the women as they all three got into the car and Dean drove away. “Well, at least you know where to go if Liam dumps you,” Sam teased his brother.

“Funny,” Dean shot back and looked in the rear view mirror. “Somebody slept like the dead last night. I had to check to make sure you weren't. Feeling better?”

“I'm not as tired,” Liam answered. “But something is still bugging me.”

They went back to the bunker, and later that evening Sam and Liam were sitting at the kitchen table. Dean walked in and Sam tossed him a beer. “Is Cas gone?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, I guess he is,” Dean joined them at the table.

“What was he doing here anyway?”

“He was looking for lore on the Darkness. Something a little off about him too.”

“Something always seems a little bit off about Cas. Yeah, you know, being so close to Lucifer probably wasn't easy for him, either.”

“We'll just keep an eye on him.”

“You were right, by the way. Getting back on the job, it helped.”

Dean smirked. “Wait. Say that again. The part about me being right.”

Liam rolled his eyes. “You really are an idiot. But I have to agree, getting out and doing something instead of stewing...”

“Yeah, I could tell by the way you slept last night.”

Dean...” Sam's face got real serious. “We should've looked for you. When you were in Purgatory. We should've turned over every stone.”

Dean hung his head. “Why are you bringing this up now?”

“Lucifer, he... He reminded me that that was one of my biggest failures.”

“He was messing with your head, that's what he does.”

“But I've never forgiven myself for it.”

“Well, I have. Hey. That's in the past, man. What's done is done. All that matters now, all that's ever mattered, is that we're together. So shut up and drink your beer.”

“What about me?” Liam asked. “I was even seeing someone, which you were pretty pissed about.”

“Like I said, in the past. You didn't think I was coming back. You think you're good enough to sleep tonight?”

The blond nodded. “I think so. I still have a nagging feeling in my gut, but I don't guess I can let it keep affecting me so much. What about you?”

“Well, I still got some ringing going in my head, but nothing some good music can't wash out.”

Sam got up to go to bed, but then he paused. “You know... I still can't figure that out. I mean, banshees go after the vulnerable, right? So why did it go after you?”

Dean took a long sip of beer. “You're overthinking it. It was going after Mildred, it saw my gold blade, acted out of self defense. Simple.”

“You do know better than to hide things from me, right?” Liam asked with a raised eyebrow. “Because after the whole mark thing...”

“I know, if I lie by omission like that again, you'll kill me. I'm not an idiot. Why don't we just go to bed?”

“Alright, as long as you're sure.” Liam got up and followed his husband to bed.
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