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Hunting Humanity III	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1200 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Liam came back to the bedroom from his bath wearing only a towel around his waist and was suddenly tackled to the bed by a naked Dean who began very passionately kissing him. Then Dean’s lips and teeth moved to that very sensitive spot just under Liam’s jaw causing the blond’s eyes to roll back in his head as he let out a little moan. He pushed Dean away to look at him. “What has gotten into you?”

“Nothing,” Dean smirked. “You just look to damn good not to pounce on.”

“In other words, you’re horny,” Liam chuckled, feeling Dean’s erection pressing against his thigh.

“That too,” Dean said kissing Liam again and reaching to remove the towel and toss it aside. Two slick fingers found their way into Liam’s ass and started pressing against that wonderful bundle of nerves making Liam gasp and moan. “Feel good, Babe?”

“God, yes!” Liam breathed as he started grinding his now hard cock against Dean’s belly.

Dean removed his fingers and took a moment to slick up his cock before pressing it into Liam. Dean looked deep into eyes and smiled. “I really love you,” Dean said before starting to thrust his hips and stroke Liam’s cock with his hand.

Liam’s hands pressed against Dean’s chest and he found a nipple, squeezing it lightly between his fingers. Dean inhaled sharply at the sensation and groaned while he attacked Liam’s neck again, nibbling in all the right spots.

Liam started gasping for air and closed his eyes while all the wonderful sensations took over his brain. Minutes later when Dean claimed his mouth again Liam felt that familiar tightening deep inside him and he cried out as he came. Dean’s thrusting became quicker and harder until his eyes rolled back and he spilled himself inside his mate.

Dean collapsed on top of Liam sweaty and panting. “God, that was good,” Dean smiled as he kissed Liam tenderly.

“Can’t argue with that,” Liam chuckled.

As soon as their hearts settled back in their chests they dressed and headed downstairs. Sam and Natalie came in and Natalie was carrying a little shopping bag. “How was the appointment?” Dean asked.

“It was good,” Sam smiled. “I like being able to go with and getting to see the ultrasounds. Each time it gets more and more real, and I cannot put into words...”

“What’s in the bag?” Liam asked.

“A little something we picked up for you,” Natalie smiled and reached in to pull out a two pound bag of swedish fish and handed it to him.

“Oh, sex and candy,” Liam grinned. “Thank you. Today has been a very good day so far.”

“Sex, huh?” Natalie shot Sam a look. “At least somebody around here is getting laid.”

Sam frowned. “Look, I told you, it’s too weird for me, I’m sorry. When you weren’t showing I could push it out of my mind and concentrate, but now I can’t.”

“Okay then,” Dean shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels looking awkward. “That was kind of oversharing. Anyway, Natalie, if you’re feeling in a generous mood with your pocketbook, I thought it might be nice to all go out somewhere for lunch. I know you two just got back from town, but...”

“That’s not a bad idea at all,” Natalie smiled. “You guys do know I don’t mind spending money on you. I’m not gonna go buy you sports cars and a yacht, but a nice lunch isn’t asking much since we do gotta eat.”

They all got into the car and drove to one of Natalie’s favorite family restaurants for lunch. Sam picked up a paper to read. “Hey, Dean, you remember Truman High School in Fairfax, Indiana?”

“Vaguely,” Dean nodded. “What about it?”

“It says here a teenage girl from that high school killed another girl by drowning her in a toilet. The girl is now in a psych ward because she claims to have been possessed at the time of the murder.”

“You really think that’s our department?” Dean asked.

“If it was really a possession, uh, yeah...”

“Okay,” Dean sighed. “Can we at least eat first? I’m hungry.”

They had a nice meal and went home to start packing and left. Sam went to interview the girl as an orderly while Dean and Liam waited in the car. “So?” Dean asked when Sam returned.

“I think she's telling the truth. I mean, the way she talked about being there mentally but not physically, kind of sounds like demonic possession to me.”

“Kind of?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“She didn't see any black smoke or smell sulfur.”

“Maybe it's not a demon. I mean, kids can be vicious.”

“Well, I mean, we're already here. Might as well check out the school.”

“Alright,” Dean sighed. “Well, what's our cover? FBI? Homeland Security? Swedish exchange students?”

“Don't worry. I got an idea,” Sam assured them.

They drove to the school bright and early the next morning. “Why am I the Home Ec teacher?” Liam asked Sam.

“Because the position was open, and you did once tell me you went to Culinary school. I think you can handle it.”

Liam sighed and got out of the car. The morning started off normal enough. Liam had no experience being a teacher, but he faked his way through it. The third class of the day two jocks were pushing around this kid with spiky blond hair calling him a fairy. “Hey!” Liam marched over to them and pulled the bullies off. “What the hell do you think you were doing?”

“Mr. Glessner, we were just playing around,” one of them flashed a smile.

“No, you weren’t. I’ve got ears, and unlike you, I am not stupid. You really think being gay is something to harass a guy for? Well, I’m gay, got any words for me?”

“A fag Home Ec teacher,” one of them snickered. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

Liam snorted and grabbed the kids hand and twisted his arm around behind him until the kid screamed in agony. “If you weren’t underage you little snot nosed brat, I would beat your ass bloody for that comment,” he growled.

“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry! Please let me go, that hurts!”

Liam released him and sighed. “Both of you take your sorry asses to the principal's office and explain to him why it’s okay to call a classmate a fairy. You, come with me,” he pointed to the kid they were picking on. The kid followed him out into the hall. “What’s your name, kid?” Liam asked him.

“Brian Hamilton,” he answered.

“You okay, Brian?”

“Yeah, I guess,” he nodded. “Hey, Mr. Glessner, are you really gay?”

“Yeah, I am, far back as I can remember. I had my first crush on another boy when I was five.”

“Does it get better? I mean, everyone keeps saying it does, but...”

Liam sighed. “There are good days and bad. I won’t lie to you, Brian, there are a lot of bigots out there. The trick is to not let them get to you. I mean, I know being a teenager is hard as hell as is without sexuality added to the mix, but if you work at it, you’ll manage to find yourself. Me, I’ve got a great boyfriend now, and his family has made me one of their own. So, I would say I’m glad I hung in there and trudged through the crap.”

“Did you tell your family?”

“I told my older brother when I was twelve. He was very loving and supportive. My dad found out when I was sixteen, and he was an abusive and zealously religious asshole, so that didn’t go so good. But, hey, results vary. I can’t tell you what to do, but what I can do...” He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen out of his pocket and jotted down his number, handing it to Brian. “This is my number, call me anytime you need an ear, okay?”

“Thanks,” Brian smiled as he took the number. “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to have a picture of your boyfriend, would you?”

Liam chuckled. “It’s actually the substitute gym teacher.”

“Mr. Roth? Oh, he’s hot!”

“Don’t I know it,” Liam smirked. “Now, let’s get back to class and bake those cookies, shall we?”

During lunch the principal did yell at Liam for getting physical with a kid and he was warned not to do it again. Then he sat with Dean to eat. “How was your day, dear?” Liam asked.

Dean shrugged. “Interesting. Saw Sam earlier. He hasn’t found a single sign of any demonic activity. I think we’re gonna finish out the day then go home. I don’t think there’s a case here. Uh, why is that blond kid staring at us?”

“Oh, him? That’s Brian. Earlier some brats were picking on him for being gay and I talked to him. I told him about you, and since he is a fifteen year old guy, he’s probably picturing us going at it right now. Which, honestly, I would be down for if we weren’t in a room full of underage people.”

“Well, being mentally undressed by jailbait isn’t creepy at all...”

“And what were you like at fifteen?”

“I was a horny little fucker that had fantasies about hot teachers.”

“There you go.”

They finished eating and went back to class. The kids were using food processors and everything seemed to be going fine until one kid shoved another kid’s hand into said food processor. Liam heard the scream and ran over. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around the mangled hand. Then he saw the kid who did it lying unconscious on the floor. “Take him to the nurse,” he said to two freaked out girls, motioning to the guy with the injured hand. He knelt down by the unconscious kid and his eyes narrowed when he saw black goo oozing from the kid’s ear.

There was an emergency assembly called, and Liam stood out in the hall with Sam and Dean, telling them everything. “So, the kid had ectoplasm leaking out his ear?” Dean asked. “You’re sure?”

“Pretty damn sure, yeah,” Liam nodded.

“That only comes from a seriously pissed off spirit. It's got to be ghost possession,” Sam said.

“Yeah, but that's pretty rare,” Dean sighed.

“Yeah, but it happens,” Sam nodded. “I mean, they get angry enough, they can take control of a person's body.”

“Alright, so, what, we got a ghost in the building?” Dean looked around.

“Yeah, but where?” Sam shrugged. “I mean, there's no EMF. Maybe we could find out who it is at least. You know, check and see if somebody died bloody around here or something.”

“Way ahead of you. I had to break into the principal's office to get this,” Liam pulled a file out of his jacket. “So, there was only one death on campus. It was a suicide back in '98. Some kid named Barry Cook. What?” he asked when he saw the look on Sam’s face.

“I knew him when I went to school here. How did he die?”

“He slit his wrists in the first floor girls' bathroom.”

“That’s right where the chick got swirleyed to death,” Dean said. “So, what? This ghost is possessing nerds?”

“And using them to go after bullies, yeah,” Sam nodded.

“Well, does that sound like Barry?” Dean asked.

“Barry had a hard time,” Sam swallowed hard and got a far away look in his eye.

They did a little digging into Barry, then found his gave and salted and burned his bones. “You all right?” Dean asked his brother when they were back in the car.

“Barry was my friend. I just burned his bones,” Sam sighed.

“Well, he's at peace now, Sam,” Dean tried to comfort him.

“I mean, if Dad had let us stay just a little while longer, maybe I could have helped the kid, you know?”

“You read the coroner's report same as me. Barry was on every anxiety drug and antidepressant known to man. School was hell for that kid. His parents had split up. He just wanted out. It was tragic, but it's not your fault. To tell you the truth, I'm glad we got out of that town. I hated that school. I know I’m usually sorry I asked, but how was school for you, Liam?”

Liam shrugged. “I mean, it was school. Not a lot of kids, so we all knew each other. There were bullies back then too, and I was the weird quiet kid who was just a little too smart.”

Dean sighed. “So, not only did you get beat up at home, but at school too?”

“Pretty much.”

Liam’s phone rang then. “Hello? Yeah, hi, Brian. “No, you caught me at a good time, what’s up? Um, we may be leaving tomorrow, but I’ll try. Okay, bye.”

“You gave that Brian kid your number?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Yes. Hey, it’s a crappy world, and young gay men need a friend. Anyway, he wants to tell his parents tomorrow, and wants me there for moral support.”

“Well, I wanted to talk to a teacher tomorrow myself, so...” Sam said.

The next afternoon Liam rented a car so he could go to the address Brian gave him. He parked outside the house and knocked on the door. Brian answered, looking very nervous. “Thanks for coming,” he gave Liam a little smile.

“Who’s this?” Brian’s mother came in and asked him.

“This is Mr. Glessner, from school,” Brian introduced him.

“Liam,” Liam held out his hand with a smile.

“Hi, Angela,” she shook his hand. “Brian isn’t in trouble in school or anything is he?”

“Oh, no, nothing like that. Hell, I was just a substitute for a day. This is more of a social visit than school related.”

“Mom, where’s Dad?” Brian asked.

“I’m right here,” a man walked in and smiled at Liam. “What do you need, son?”

“Can you guys sit down? I need to tell you something.”

“This sounds serious,” Angela frowned as she took a seat with her husband on the couch.

Liam sighed and took a seat in an armchair. “How did you tell your brother?” Brian asked.

“Just came straight out with it. Go on.”

Brian swallowed hard and faced his parents. “Mom, Dad, I’m gay.”

“You’re what?” his dad looked very upset.

“You heard him,” Liam said.

“And I suppose you’re the pervert who’s sleeping with him!”

“God, no! I have an age appropriate boyfriend, thanks. And I am not a pervert, I am a person who happens to be sexually attracted to my own gender, as is your son.”

“No son of mine is gonna be a fag!”

“You act as if it’s a choice,” Liam snorted. “I was born the way I am, and so was Brian. Nobody did anything wrong. I don’t know why it is, I just know it is. And no, your son is not going to turn into a flamboyant wedding planner or something. He is the same person he always was. Only thing that’s changed is what you know about him. Seriously, it’s not a disease or mental illness that can be cured either.”

“Get out of my house!” the man roared and got up to grab Liam by his shirt.

“Frank!” Angela cried. “Don’t be an idiot!”

“Yeah, Frank, don’t be an idiot,” Liam repeated.

“Oh, yeah? And what are you going to do, you sick fag?” Frank shoved him.

Liam chuckled and shook his head. “Don’t push me. Sorry, pal, but I don’t intimidate easily.”

Frank took a swing at him and Liam caught the fist and twisted it before punching Frank in the gut. Frank doubled over, but continued the assault. Liam hit with an upper cut to the jaw before grabbing Frank’s arm and dislocated his shoulder. A few more punches were thrown before Frank finally collapsed bloody on the couch. Liam smirked. “Does it feel emasculating that you just totally got your ass kicked by a fag?”

“You just assaulted me and I’m calling the cops!”

“Yeah, you do that,” Liam sighed and sat back down. “Because I totally started it,” he said sarcastically.

The police came out and had Liam sit on the lawn while everyone was interviewed. An officer came out and stood over Liam. “Okay, Sir, both the kid and the wife say Frank started it and you finished it. Since you just defended yourself the question becomes do you wanna press charges?”

“Nah,” Liam shook his head. “That there is a sad little excuse for a man that’s really not worth it. He’s just butthurt that a gay man is a better fighter.”

“Okay then. You are free to go.”

Brian came out with a frown on his face. “I’m really sorry, Liam.”

“Don’t be,” he gave the kid a small smile. “Not the first fight I’ve been in, and it won’t be the last.”

“Where did you learn to fight like that?”

“My first boyfriend taught me a little. My current boyfriend taught me a little more. Some of it is instinct.” Liam got to his feet. “Here, let me teach you a very useful move.” He grabbed Brian’s arm. “You pull like this, twist like this, and bam, you’ve got yourself a dislocated shoulder and a handicapped opponent. You try.”

Brian grabbed Liam’s arm and mirrored the move. “Like that?”

“Ow, yeah, that feels about right. You’ve gotta put force into it, but it works every time. I’ve seen tough ass grown men cry like a baby when their shoulder is dislocated.”

“Awesome, thanks. I guess I’ll see you.”

Liam drove back to the motel. “How did your day go, dear?” Dean asked when he came in.

“Oh, same crap different day. Brian’s dad attacked me, then when I kicked the crap out of him he tried to have me arrested for assault. Sadly for him his family wouldn’t lie for him. How’d your talk with the teacher go, Sam?”

“It didn’t,” Sam said. “We burned the wrong bones. I was about to go in when the spirit possessing a girl came over and stabbed me.”

“You okay?”

“I’ll live,” Sam sighed.

“You find out who the spirit is?”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Dirk McGreggor Jr. Apparently Sam knew him too while we went to school there. The kid died at eighteen of a drug overdose. He was cremated, but the dad kept a lock of hair. We found this out because I noticed what all the possessed people have in common is that they ride the same bus, the bus Dirk Sr. now drives. The lock of hair is kept in the bus, so it’s the bus that haunted. We were waiting for you to go track it down.”

“Okay,” Liam nodded.

They found out the bus was being driven by someone else to and from a football game. They figured out the route the driver would take and managed to get a hold of a spike strip to place on the road. Then they waited. Sure enough, the bus drove past over the strip and came to a stop on the side of the road. The driver came out and Sam approached him with a shotgun. “Dirk!”

The driver turned and smirked. “Winchester. What are you gonna do, shoot me?”

Dean sneaked up behind him and wrapped a rope around him. “Don't need to,” Sam smirked back. “That rope is soaked in salt water, Dirk. You're not going anywhere.”

Dean boarded the bus and looked for the bible Dirk’s dad said the lock of hair was in. “It's not here!” he called out.

“No way you'll ever find it,” Dirk laughed.

Sam pressed the barrel of the shotgun to his chest. “Where is it?” Sam demanded.

“Sam Winchester. Still a bully. You, you jocks, you popular kids, you always thought you were better than everybody else. And to you, I was just Dirk the jerk, right? Now you evil sons of bitches are gonna get what's coming to you.”

“I'm not evil, Dirk,” Sam shook his head. “I'm not, and neither were you. Trust me. I've seen real evil. We were scared and miserable, and we took it out on each other, us and everybody else. That's high school. But you suffer through that, and it gets better. I'm just sorry you didn't get a chance to see that... you or Barry.”

“Nothing is gonna get better for me. Not ever.”

Dirk broke the rope and launched himself at Sam who fired the shotgun. The driver fell dead and Dirk just possessed a student who got off the bus and started to attack Sam. Liam jumped in and they started tag teaming him. “Dean! Find the hair!” Sam shouted.

Dean started digging through the driver’s pockets and things, eventually finding the hair in the boot. He set it on fire and Dirk screamed and disappeared. The student fell to the ground.

The very next day Sam did go talk to that teacher before they left for home. Natalie greeted them when they came in the door. “Liam, I made you deviled eggs, they’re in the kitchen, just don’t spoil your dinner.”

Liam stared at her a little shocked. “You made me my back up crack?”

“Your back up crack?” Dean gave him a funny look.

“Yes. Strawberry pie is my crack, almost better than sex. I said almost… Natalie’s deviled eggs are my back up crack, a close second favorite to strawberry pie.”

“Well, you big crack addict,” Natalie chuckled. “We’re having strawberry pie for dessert tonight.”

Liam just stared at her. “Am I dying and someone forgot to tell me?”

“Why would you ask that?” Dean brushed some hair out of his face.

“Because the past two weeks you three have been being extra nice to me.”

Natalie shrugged. “Can’t a family dote a little on someone they love?”

“I guess, but still...”

Dean kissed his cheek. “Babe, it’s Liam appreciation month. Sit back and enjoy it. You are not dying, at least I really hope not. It’s just, we’ve been thinking about your history and that you are a gift to the world that got tossed aside like garbage. Just like with last Christmas, we wanted to show you that you are anything but garbage, especially to us.”

Liam teared up a little. “Would it be asking too much for a group hug?”

“Not at all,” Sam smiled and they all moved in to hug him.

“Okay,” Liam sighed. “Now, before I get overloaded again, I’m going to go enjoy some deviled eggs.”
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