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Hunting Humanity IV	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1064 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dean was in a cabin in the forest watching a little kid that looked much like Liam but with his eyes play with a toy truck. “So, this is what you dream about?” Anna sounded amused as she appeared beside the kid who quickly disappeared.

“So what if it is,” Dean looked at her. “I know it’s not possible, but it would be nice.”

She shrugged. “Well, I suppose it’s better than dreaming of naked women.”

“Still do that too on occasion. What can I do for you, Anna?”

“I need to see you, but this is the only way I could find you. The news I have, it’ll really upset Astiratu, so put a little agrimony under his tongue and bring him to the warehouse on Riverdrive.”

Dean’s eyes opened and Castiel was standing over his bed. “What did Anna want?”

Dean told him and shook his head. “The agrimony will bind his powers. I don’t like the sound of that. Dean, before I rebelled I turned her in. No one escapes from prison in heaven, not even him,” he motioned to Liam who was still sleeping soundly. “I will go.”

Castiel disappeared and returned several minutes later. Liam was awake now and so was Sam. “What did she want?” Dean asked.

“She wants to kill Liam,” Castiel answered simply.

“Kill me?” Liam’s eyes went wide. “But why? What the hell did I do?”

“You are Lucifer’s vessel,” Castiel said as he started drawing little symbols on a table. “She, and probably others believe that with you dead Lucifer’s plan is thwarted.”

Liam sat stunned. “But I… Is it because I’m a freak?”

“Yes,” Castiel answered. “Now quiet while I search for her.” He chanted and closed his eyes. Then looked back at him with a deep sigh.

“Okay, where is she?” Dean asked.

“Portsmouth, New Hampshire, August of 1672.”

Liam’s eyes narrowed. “My third birthday.”

Dean looked shocked and angry. “She would really go after a three year old?”

Castiel nodded while he started packing a bag. “To stop Lucifer, she would, yes. Now I have to stop her.”

“We’re coming with you,” Dean insisted. “I am not letting her take my sliver of happiness from me. I mean, where would we be without him?”

“Since you met Natalie because of him, not here,” Castiel answered. “But you can’t come. It’s a long trip back and since I have been cut off I’m not sure I can make it, let alone with passengers.”

Liam gabbed a knife and cut his his hand, holding it out. “Piggyback.”

Castiel pondered it for a moment before taking the knife and slicing his own hand, taking Liam’s. “Brace yourselves,” he said to Sam and Dean.

He and Liam both reached out to touch their foreheads and in a flash they were standing by a dirt road. Both Liam and Castiel were on their knees. Castiel had blood dripping from his nose and seemed really out of it. “Holy crap,” Liam shook his head.

“You okay, Babe?” Dean leaned down next to him.

“I think so. Feel like I got zapped by lightning, but I’ll live.” He got to his feet. “He doesn’t look so good though,” he looked to Castiel.

Sam looked to Liam. “This is your time. What do we do?”

Liam sighed. “First thing we do if we don’t want to be called out as witches is to change into more period suiting clothes. Be right back.” Liam left for about an hour and returned with an armful of clothes and handed them out. “Had to borrow these off of wash lines. Sam, it was not easy finding clothes I think will fit you. People don’t get to be your height in this time.”

They changed and Sam looked down to see a good few inches of his legs sticking out. Dean chuckled. “Ha! You’re too tall for the 1600’s. Okay, so now what?” he turned to Liam.

Liam held up a bottle of what looked like some kind of liquor. “Now we get Cas a room at the town inn so he can rest.”

Sam had to carry the angel into town, and got some very strange looks because Castiel was still in a trench coat. Liam had a little chat with the innkeeper and gave him the bottle of liquor before motioning to Sam to follow him. “The bottle really worked?” Dean looked surprised.

Liam smirked. “Since we don’t have any British money, it helps to know these people, and know that George the friendly innkeeper would give his left arm for a bottle of Mr. Whittaker’s honey mead.”

“Which I’m assuming you also stole along with the clothes,” Sam said as he helped Castiel into the bed.

“Used to steal it all the time as a kid,” Liam chuckled. “He keeps it well guarded, but if you know how...”

“Well, now we’ve got to find you,” Dean said. “You are the one Anna is after.”

Liam nodded and led them through the streets to the edge of town just past a church. A man screaming could be heard coming from inside a house and then a small blond boy flew straight through a window onto the ground covered in shattered glass. Dean looked to Liam. “You really weren’t making any of this shit up, were you?”

Liam shook his head. “Only wish I was.”

“And clean that mess up!” roared the man as a young man with short brown hair rushed out of the front door to check on the little boy.

“There she is,” Dean pointed to Anna approaching the two boys. Dean looked to his brother to silently communicate before he rushed over to her. “Anna, don’t you touch him!”

Liam moved over to the boys and gave them a small smile. “I know this is scary, but it’ll be all right.”

Dean fought with Anna, and she was kicking his ass. “You really think you can stop me?” she laughed as she kicked him hard in the gut while he was on the ground. “I am only doing what must be done.”

“Hey, Anna,” Sam drew her attention from beside the wall out of the house where he had drawn an angel banishing sigil in blood. He smacked it and she disappeared.

A twelve year old Evan looked at the grown up Liam with wide eyes. “You look like...” he looked to his sobbing baby brother on the ground covered in cuts.

Liam sighed heavily. “Evan, that’s because I am. I know this is very hard to believe, but I also know you are very grown up for your age. I am your brother. My friends and I, we’re from the future.”

Evan took a moment to let it all sink in. “How far in the future? How did you get here?”

Liam smiled. “Believe it or not, we came all the way from 2010. An angel brought us.”

Evan looked skeptical. “What’s your favorite food?”

“Oh, Mrs. Olsen’s strawberry pie is my ultimate weakness, hands down. I don’t think I’ve had that yet, but wild strawberries, definitely food of the gods.”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Blue, especially the color of the sky on a sunny day. I’ll stare at it until I can’t move my neck if you let me. Later I’ll discover the color teal, which is even prettier, but for now, blue.”

“Where do I keep my candy stash?”

“Under the loose floorboard in the kitchen by the stove.”

Evan’s eyes widened. “It’s really you! Oh, wow! But I don’t understand, what are you doing so far in the future? You would have to be...”

“Three hundred and forty years old, yes. Evan, it’s a very long story.”

Dean had picked young Liam up and cleaned the glass off him and was trying to soothe him. Evan looked from three year old Liam to grown up Liam. “One you’re going to have to tell me for me to trust you.”

Liam sighed deeply. “When I am twenty years old I will be out very late one night, and I will meet a vampire. Instead of killing me he will turn me into a vampire just like him. I will disappear for six months, and then I will come to you. I will still be your brother, Evan, just really thirsty for blood. You will help me learn to control that thirst. Evan, I’m sure you have doubts at times, but you were always an amazing brother and caretaker. I couldn’t have survived our father without you.”

Evan nodded. “So, you are a vampire now?”

“Not anymore. These two men, they found a cure. It took a really long time, but I am the happiest I’ve ever been.”

“What happens to our father?”

“You really don’t want to know. Some things are better left a mystery.”

“Does he ever get better? Do we ever become a family?”

“No,” Liam frowned and shook his head. “Our father is a very broken man. He will hate me until the day he dies. I really wish I could tell you different, but I would be lying to you. Things only get better for us when he’s dead.”

“Why are you here?”

“That red haired woman, Anna, she’s an angel too, only she wants to kill me as young child. We can’t let her do that, Evan.”

Evan looked to his baby brother in Dean’s arms, then back to grown up Liam. “What do we do?”

“This is too much shit for a twelve year old,” Dean shook his head.

Liam nodded. “What goes on in that house every day is too much shit for a twelve year old, but I see your point. Evan, what I need you to do is clean up this mess like father wants. My friends and I have to take me somewhere safe for a little while, okay?”

“No,” Even looked determined. “You are my brother and it is my job to protect you.”

Liam chuckled. “And you do such a wonderful job. But just this once let me protect you. This is much too dangerous for someone your age. My friends and I, we’ll keep me safe.”

“Okay,” Evan nodded.

Dean picked young Liam up. “You know, you were a really cute kid. Where do we go?”

“Into the woods,” Liam answered and he led them down a narrow path, picking strawberries as he walked. Eventually they came to an old abandoned cabin. “I don’t know who this belonged to, but I used to come here to get away. I stayed here two weeks once, living off the strawberries.”

Dean sat little Liam at a very old looking table. “Mini you doesn’t talk much, does he?”

“No, not at that age, especially when scared,” Liam sighed as he set the pile of strawberries in front of his younger self. “Here, heaven knows when the last time you ate was.” Young Liam looked like he was thinking about it before digging into the strawberries like he was starving. Liam shook his head. “It’s a real trip looking at my younger self.” He patted his younger self on the head. “Just hold on kid until you’re sixteen. Then Daddy takes a dirt nap and things get much better for a few years.”

Liam babysat himself while Sam and Dean cut their hands and drew sigils on the wall. “That’s about the best we can do,” Dean said as he sat at the table. “I still cannot get over just how cute you were.” He stroked little Liam’s cheek and was bit. “Ow!” Dean yanked his hand back and examined the injury. “Mini you broke skin.”

Liam shrugged. “He doesn’t know you, and won’t for a few more centuries. He’s scared. I’m surprised my adrenal glands didn’t give out from the time I turned two until I was about five or six. I spent most of my time scared.” Little Liam made whimpering noises and looked outside. “If I had to guess, I’d say mini me has to go to the bathroom, in a manner of speaking. We’ll be right back.”

Liam took himself outside. Sam looked to Dean. “No indoor plumbing in this century. I really hope Cas recovers and can get us back.”

“Me too,” Dean nodded. “Although, you know what I’d really like to do? Go back to that house and give that bastard a good pounding for what he has done and will do to his own kid.”

“Dean, you can’t,” Sam shot his brother a look. “It’s bad enough Liam told Evan who we are and what will happen. We’re not supposed to alter the past. I’d really like to stop the abuse from happening too, but we just can’t meddle in these peoples’ crappy lives.”

Liam came back with his younger self who hugged Dean. “What’s this?” Dean looked surprised.

Liam shrugged. “I just had a little chat with myself. If anyone knows how to get through to me it’s me.”

Sam looked at the wall. The sigils were faded and barely a smudge. “What the hell?”

Suddenly a bright light shined through the windows and a piercing sound made them cover their ears. Little Liam hid under the table and curled up in a ball. Anna came in with someone else. “Who the hell are you?” Dean narrowed his eyes.

“I am Uriel,” the other angel answered. “Just give us the child and we will be merciful.”

“I am not letting you kill a child,” Dean growled. “Especially not when it’s the man I love. You’ll have to kill us to get to him.”

“That can be arranged,” Uriel said as an old fire poker from the fireplace flew through the air and impaled Liam in the gut.

“No!” Dean shouted and lunged at him with a special knife Castiel had given him.

Dean was thrown to the ground and Sam lunched for the knife. He was kicked in the face and launched into the wall. Liam sank to his knees, blood dripping from his wound as he watched the chaos around him. Then with a whimper he fell over dead.

Anna was just about to reach for young Liam when a man came through the door and flung her aside like a rag doll. Young Liam whimpered and crawled further back in the corner. “Don’t worry child, I will not hurt you today,” he spoke in the same voice they had heard come from the house earlier.

“Michael,” Anna’s eyes widened. He marched over to her and put his hand to her forehead. Flames shot out of her mouth and she fell dead.

“Michael, I did not know,” Uriel looked scared himself.

“Goodbye, Uriel,” Michael snapped his fingers and Uriel was gone. Then he turned to Dean. “Hello, Dean Winchester. Well, I'd say this conversation is long overdue, wouldn't you?”

Dean pointed to Liam’s body. “Fix him!”

First we talk. Then I fix your darling little Liam.”

“How’d you get into that awful man anyway?”

“Dean, he is a broken man, that’s very true, but still quite devout. I only needed to tell him that I needed to borrow him for a moment.”

“I guess they oversold me being your one and only vessel.”

“You're my true vessel but not my only one.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It's a bloodline. Meet your great, great, and so on grandfather.”

Dean looked shocked. “You have got to be shitting me! If that man… And that means… That’s a little gross.”

Michael chuckled. “Yes, it means you’ve been sleeping with a long separated relative. It all began about fourteen years before now when a young priest named Daniel Spencer met a young woman named Melissa Quinn. He said he would give anything to have her, even his own descendants into the service of our Father. Evan was his first born, and meant to be the only one. His first born Cassandra will meet and marry Ethan Winchester. And so on and so forth until your father spawns you.”

“Well, you know I ain't gonna say yes, so why are you here? What do you want with me?”

“I just want you to understand what you and I have to do.”

“Oh, I get it. You got beef with your brother. Well, get some therapy, pal. Don't take it out on my planet!”

“You're wrong. Lucifer defied our father, and he betrayed me. But still, I don't want this any more than you would want to kill Sam.” Michael turned to look at the terrified young Liam. “You know, my brother, I practically raised him. I took care of him in a way most people could never understand, and I still love him. But I am going to kill him because it is right and I have to.”

“Oh, because God says so?”

“Yes, because I am a good son.”

“Okay, well, trust me, pal. Take it from someone who knows, that is a dead end street.”

“And you think you know better than my father? One unimportant little man. What makes you think you get to choose?”

“Because I got to believe that I can choose what I do with my unimportant little life.”

“You're wrong. You’re going to say yes. Oh, buck up. It could be worse. You know, unlike my brothers, I won't leave you a drooling mess when I'm done wearing you.”

“What about my great so on and so forth grandfather?”

“He’ll be fine. In fact, I’m going to scrub everyone’s minds here so that this never happened.”

“Are you at least going to fix the man you’re wearing so that he doesn’t turn into such a cold bastard?”

“No, I cannot do that. That would alter history too much.”

“You can’t at least make him a little softer? If you don’t we both know what will happen to that kid,” he motioned to little Liam. “Horrors adults shouldn’t have to deal with let alone a little kid like that.”

Michael shook his head. “If I ran around and tried to save every abused child I would run myself ragged and barely make a dent.” He pointed to Liam’s body. “The child will be fine.”

“Oh, he’ll be far from fine. He’ll function, but definitely not fine.”

Michael walked over to where Liam lay and touched him. He disappeared and the fire poker clanked to the floor. “And now he is back home safe and sound.” Michael did the same with Sam. “I'll see you soon, Dean.” He pressed two fingers to Dean’s forehead and he was back in his bedroom.

Liam was sitting on the bed examining himself and Dean hugged him tight and kissed him. “You might be a relative, but I don’t care.”

“I’m a what?” Liam looked confused.

“Michael came after you died wearing your father. He told me your father was my ancestor. He said I’m his vessel now because your father made that deal to get your mother. The bloodline goes through Evan the first born, then his first born, then her first born, and so on down the line all the way to me.”

“Really?” Liam looked surprised. “Wait a minute… Cassandra fancied Ethan Winchester. I knew that name sounded familiar. So, what does that mean for us?”

“Nothing,” Dean smiled. “I can’t just up and change my feelings for you. So what if we’re from the same family tree. So many generations separate us it’s not like you’re my first cousin or anything.”

Castiel appeared in the room looking a little worse for wear. Sam grabbed him to keep him from falling. “You son of a bitch. You made it.”

“I did? I'm very surprised,” Castiel swooned before nearly falling over again.

“Whoa! You're okay,” Sam caught him. “I’m just gonna put him in the spare bedroom.”

“Well, I could use that drink now,” Dean turned to Liam. Liam smirked and pulled a bottle of liquor out of their bag. “You didn’t,” Dean chuckled.

“I couldn’t resist,” Liam laughed and went to grab paper cups out of the bathroom. “When you taste this you’ll thank me.”

Sam came back and Liam offered him a cup. “What’s this?” Sam looked at it.

“Mr. Whittaker’s special honey mead,” Dean answered. “Courtesy of Mr. sticky fingers over there.”

Sam took a drink. “Wow, that’s some pretty good shit.”

“Right?” Liam smiled as he took a drink. “Better than that piss you call beer, isn’t it?”

“I’d say so,” Dean agreed. “We might have to find a way to keep going back for more.”

They all finished their drinks and threw the cups in the trash. “Now I think we should go back to bed for a little while. I feel like snuggling as long as you can stand it, Liam.”

Liam chuckled. “If I had things my way we’d do nothing but snuggle for a week straight.”
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