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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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Dean was out on a supply run and Liam was on the couch. Sam came over and sat down. “Can I get a little cuddle action?” Sam asked.

“Why me?” Liam asked.

Sam shrugged. “I could use a hug and it would be weird doing it with my brother, and Natalie isn’t here, so...”

Liam’s eyebrow raised. “So, I’m your last resort? Well gee, doesn’t that make me feel special.”

“Can I sit with you or not?”

“Yeah,” Liam waved him in.

Sam sat down and leaned against Liam, who wrapped his arm around him. “Thanks. The circle of people who give a crap about me just got smaller, and it is really depressing me.”

“Yeah, but people do still give a crap about you. Me, Dean, and Natalie, we still love you. And you know, for a very long time I didn’t have anybody who gave a crap about me. That sucked. And I’ve got a bad case of survivor’s guilt.”

“Why do you have survivor’s guilt?”

“I was in the back of that van being shot at too. Why didn’t I also get hit in the head? Why did I get hit in the chest? I mean, that ass is a good shot.”

“I don’t know, but you won’t hear me or Dean complain. I don’t think we could’ve handled losing both of you. You mean a lot to Dean, and you’re my hobbit.”

Dean came back in with bags of groceries. “What’s going on here?” he asked.

“I’m leaving you for your brother,” Liam smirked at him.

Sam couldn’t help but chuckle. “Dean, I just needed a little comforting myself.”

“Oh. In that case, scoot over,” Dean put the groceries on the counter and motioned for the two on the couch to move. “We’ll make a hobbit sandwich.”

They moved and Dean settled himself on Liam’s other side. “Dean, he’s been taking care of us while dealing with survivor’s guilt himself,” Sam looked at his brother.

Dean stroked Liam’s hair and kissed his cheek. “I don’t know why you survived when Bobby didn’t, but every day I thank whoever is listening that you did. If we had lost both Bobby and you, I don’t even know what I would do.”

“That’s what Sam said. I just feel like there’s more I could’ve done.”

“Babe, you were being shot at. Short of throwing yourself in front of that bullet there’s nothing you could’ve done. And all that would’ve done is killed you instead, and that… That wouldn’t hurt any less.”

They sat quietly hugging each other for a little while before Dean got up to put the groceries away. Liam got up to make them dinner and then when it was cleaned up Sam laid down on a cot they had gotten to sleep.

Dean sat at the table with the laptop looking up stuff about Dick Roman. Liam came up behind him and wrapped his arms around him. “Why don’t you come to bed. I know you want revenge, but this isn’t really helping. You need to rest too.”

“Okay,” Dean sighed and closed the laptop. “Only because you asked me to. You take such good care of me. I really don’t deserve you.”

“No, you don’t, but you’ve got me anyway,” Liam kissed the top of his head.

Sam’s phone started ringing and it woke him up. He answered it and had a short conversation. “That was Jodi Mills. There are mummified bodies in Canton, Ohio.”

“Okay,” Dean nodded. “We’ll head out in the morning.”

They headed out after breakfast and when they got there they scoped out an abandoned house. “Why?” Liam whined.

“We’re trying to stay off the grid as much as possible,” Dean led him inside.

Sam went and checked the place out. “Well, there’s a semi functioning bathroom and one un-rancid bedroom.”

Dean looked at his brother. “Define semi functioning, and do not use the words hole in the floor.”

“Dean, I want the bedroom this time.”

“No, two against one.”

“That’s not fair!” Sam protested.

Liam sighed. “Let him have the stupid bedroom. We’re all going to be on the floor no matter what here, so… Shoot me now and solve this how you would normally solve it.”

Dean hugged Liam. “How about we don’t shoot you and just give Sam the bedroom. Babe, I know you really hate this, but until we figure out how to kill leviathan… Please hang on a little while longer.”

They found the only witness to the crimes and knocked on his door. Sam gave him a smile. “Hi, we’re with the FBI, here to ask you a few questions.”

“Whoa. Do you mind if we, uh... My mom's sleeping in there,” he came out and closed the door. “So, how can I...?”

“Oh, we, uh, had a few questions about the incident you witnessed in the alley,” Sam looked at him.

“You just gonna laugh at my story like the rest of the suits?”

“We're not gonna laugh at you,” Liam assured him.

“All right, well, I'm on the steps... medicating when I hear fighting. So I look. There's my neighbor Durbin, and some dude dressed like my grandpa's got him by the neck, right?”

“What do you mean he looks like your grandpa?” Dean asked.

“Uh... Snappy shoes, suit, one of those, um, Justin Timberlake hats.”

“You mean a fedora?” Sam looked at him. “Did you see anything else?”

“This red, like, energy passed through Durbin to hat guy. Even my watch stopped. Durbs, he aged before my eyes. He looked like a raisin.”

“Well, we believe you,” Sam gave him a little nod. “Thanks for your help.”

They went back to the house and Dean looked through their dad’s journal, Liam leafed through Jason’s journal, and Sam checked the internet. Dean tossed John’s journal on the table. “Yep. Nothing that turns a dude into a Cryptkeeper. Either of you?”

“Actually...” Liam looked up. “Can’t believe I don’t remember this, but in November of 1935 it says here that we came across Chronos, a time god. Everything fits, but it says we killed him, so I’m a little confused.”

Dean blinked. “Yeah, that gives me a headache too.”

Sam looked up from the laptop. “Well, if he’s time god then he can travel to any time he wants whenever he wants. So maybe you killed him then, but it hasn’t happened yet, if that makes any sense.”

“It does and it doesn’t,” Liam sighed. “This also says we worked with another hunter, but that doesn’t make sense either. We avoided other hunters because of my condition.”

“Does it say who?” Dean asked.

“No, it’s very vague, which was very unlike him. It doesn’t even say how we killed him, just that we did.”

“Well, if you’d like to hear what I’ve found,” Sam turned the laptop so they could see the screen. “The same MO in random years since 1928. All were written off as different things. The only thing they seem to have in common is it was always in threes.”

“That's two down, one to go. Alright, let me drive for a sec,” Dean pulled the laptop closer. He typed some things in and video feeds popped up.

“Are those local feeds?” Sam asked surprised.

“Yeah.”

“How did you do that so fast?”

“A little tutorial from Frank. Don't worry. We'll pretend this never happened. Now, mummy numero dos was, uh, found at the Gas n' Sip near Main Street, correct?”

“Yeah.”

Dean typed in a few more things and more video feeds popped up. “Alright, well, here's all the cameras around that store.”

Sam leaned closer. “You need to teach me that trick.”

A man in a fedora and long coat appeared on one of the feeds. Dean pointed at him. “Hey, check it out, Timberlake.”

“Wait a sec,” Sam pulled the laptop back.

“You can't let me bask in the glory for one second, can you?”

“Shut up. Look,” Sam put a close up of the guy on the camera next to a newspaper photo of who seemed like the same guy.

Dean looked at the pictures. “He hasn't aged a day, has he? Alright, well, if he's been popping up for decades now, then somebody's bound to know who he is, right? Is there any chance that, uh, Terry's still local?”

They found the woman who had been a little girl in the newspaper photo, and they went to talk to her. “You know it's so pretty in the spring. Everything's blooming. That's why I walked home that way, to see the flowers. Instead, I found that body. I still have no idea what could have done that to a person.”

“Do you recognize that man?” Dean pointed to the guy in the fedora.

“Yeah. I mean, he lived on my parents' street. Mr. Snider.”

“Where'd you say your parents live?”

They parked on the street where they thought the guy would be and they waited. They saw the man come out of a house and walk down the alley. “Alright, let's do this. Let's move fast.” Dean got out of the car.

“Whoa. What's the plan here, exactly?” Sam asked.

“Don’t die. He's heading downtown. Alright, you take the street. Liam and I will take the alley. We’ll meet you in the middle.”

They followed him down the alley and when they rounded a corner they saw the fedora man holding another with red light coming from his victim and being absorbed by him. Dean ran to tackle him. Liam tried to grab him but was a second too late. When Sam came around the corner the fedora man and Dean had disappeared in a flash of red and white light.

Dean and the man are wresting on the ground when the man got up and ran off. “Hey!” Dean chased after him into the street with his gun. Everything was much different, and two police officers pointed their guns at him.

“Hey, you! Drop the gun! Put it down! Drop the gun!”

Dean lowered his gun and let them take him in. He sat at a table while they went through his things. “Okay, can I just-”

“Don't. Listen to me. Hey, if you tell me you're from the Bureau one more time, I'm gonna air you out myself. Got it?” He turned on Dean’s cell phone. “No signal. Are you some kind of spy? And a terrible one at that,” he picked up Dean’s FBI ID. “This badge was issued seventy seven years from now. Ace work.”

“'35? I'm stuck in 1935?”

“We're all stuck in 1935, ya bunny.”

A man with long salt and pepper hair and a long beard came in with another man who had long blond hair and gray eyes. “M partner and I can take it from here,” the man with a beard said to the cop.

“Sure thing,” the cop left.

Dean’s eyes widened. “You… You’re Jason Walker!”

“You think so?” the man smiled and started looking through papers.

“Yeah, just like I know your companion there is a vampire.” Jason suddenly stood up and pointed a gun at Dean. “Whoa! One second, let me explain myself please.”

“You’ve got one minute.”

“Look, I know you’re protective of him and I can’t blame you. I’m from the future, the year 2011 to be exact. I know Liam then. You’re dead, obviously, but he hunts with us. That’s how I know that even though he’s a blood sucker he won’t hurt me unless I give him a reason.”

Jason looked back to Liam who gave him a little nod. “Am I still a vampire in your time?” Liam asked.

“Don’t wanna spoil the surprise.” Liam pulled out a gun and aimed at him. “Okay!” Dean held up his hands. “You are when my brother and I meet you, but we find a cure. Jeez, you don’t change much, do you?”

Jason looked him over. “So, you’re really a hunter from the future who happens to know my partner?”

“Yes. Hey, he only seeks out the best, and my brother Sam and I… well… Trust me, I won’t hurt him. I’d be screwing myself out of a really good hunting partner.”

“Then tell me, when and where was he born?”

“Portsmouth, New Hampshire, 1669. His mother died giving birth to him. Did I pass your test?”

“So far. So, what happened in the alley? And paint me a real picture.”

“I was chasing this dude. Uh, I'd just seen him mummify a guy. Yeah. So, I jumped him. He lights up red. Poof, we're in 1935.”

“Tell me more about the red light.”

“Okay. I saw it, and then we were here.”

“And your name is...?”

“Dean Winchester.”

“Okay, Dean. Let me see if I can get you out of here. But I warn you, one false move against Liam...”

“Wouldn’t dream of harming a hair on his head.”

“Watch him,” Jason said to Liam as he left the room.

Liam sat down across from Dean. “You really know me in the future? You really cure me?”

“Yeah. I even know what really happened to your father.”

“He drowned in a fishing accident.”

“We both know that’s bull. Your brother drowned him.”

Liam’s eyes went wide. “How do you…? I never...”

“I know, you never even told Jason there, but you told me, or you will tell me, or, I don’t know… Point is I know. I also know why, and I really think the fucker deserved it.”

Jason peeked back in. “Gather your belongings and let’s go.” They left the police station and got into a car. “Now, time travel. Is that something you find up a lot of sleeves in the future or...?”

“No. It's, uh, not normally on the menu. Trust me. I'm as surprised as you are that I'm here.”

“So we're hunting the same thing, just in different centuries. Two bodies. A few days apart just a little over a month ago. One witness said that she saw an assailant light up red after sucking the life out of a man. Look, Dean, this thing, it kills-”

“In threes, but you already know that.”

“He's two down. You're coming with us. We've got to get this thing before it grabs the last one. First thing’s first though. We need to get you some new clothes. You stick out.”

Jason drove to a tailor shop and parked out front. “Alright kitten, dress him. I’ll pick you up in a few hours.”

Dean and Liam got out of the car and Jason drove off. They went inside the store and a grumpy looking older lady was behind the counter. “What do you two want? It’s almost closing time.”

“Sorry,” Liam frowned at her. “We have an emergency here,” he motioned to Dean. “I’ll pay extra for the inconvenience,” he gave her the puppy dog eyes.

“Okay,” she sighed. “I’ll do it for a twenty percent mark up. Just tell me what you want.”

“You are way too good at that,” Dean whispered in Liam’s ear.

Liam smirked as he picked out a suit for Dean. A few hours later Dean was wearing a dark suit with his hair slicked back and parted on one side. Liam circled around him to examine. “Personally, I like the way you were before, but now you’ll blend in much better.”

Liam paid the woman and Jason was waiting outside. He gave Dean a little whistle. “Much improved. Wonderful work, kitten, as always.”

They drove to an abandoned farm house a little ways out of town. “Some things don’t change much,” Dean commented as he got out of the car.

They sat down at a table inside. “Any idea what we’re dealing with, Dean from the future?” Jason asked.

“Well, in your journal that we had in the future, it said this guy is Chronos, a time god.”

“I see. Could be he's killing folks for his time juice.”

“Could be,” Dean nodded. “What I am wondering here is how I’m going to get back to my own time. My brother and future Liam are probably out of their minds by now.”

“We’ll figure something out,” Jason assured him. “What else do you know?”

“Not much. Your journal says you kill him, but not how. We found his house. That’s about as far as we got.”

Jason snorted. “You jumped a monster without even knowing how to kill it? The hell kind of hunter are you?”

“I… He was killing someone and...”

“Jason, everyone makes mistakes,” Liam came to Dean’s defense. “Why don’t you two go check out this house. I’m going to stay here because um...” he pointed to the clock on the wall.

“Okay, kitten,” Jason kissed him. “Anything you need while we’re out and about?”

“More money from the bank. Dressing Dean kind of cleaned me out.”

“I’m beginning to appreciate debit cards,” Dean commented as they went back to the car.

“What’s a debit card?” Jason asked.

“It’s a future thing, obviously. It’s a little plastic card with a magnetic strip. When you buy stuff you swipe it in this little machine and it takes it right out of your bank account electronically.”

“Huh,” Jason looked intrigued as they drove away. “So, since it’s just us, how did you find a cure for Liam?”

“Oh, well, a good friend of ours sent us to this professor guy. He had the same spell you found.”

“Come again?”

“Well, given the time frame I assume you’ve found it already. Your daughter Alice spilled the beans when we met her in 2007.”

“My daughter lived that long?”

“Yeah. She died a little while later unfortunately. Broke Liam’s heart. But she told us that you found it and were too scared to go through with it.”

Jason sighed. “Was I wrong?”

“Not really. You were right on when you said getting him to cooperate when he’s got other ideas is like trying to train a cat. Actually, I think training a cat would be easier. He’s stubborn as hell and very injury prone. Like recently our close friend was shot in the head and him in the chest. As soon as he was out of surgery he found himself a wheelchair and came out to see how Bobby was doing.”

“He was shot in the chest and survived?”

“Yeah, modern medicine is pretty good. He survived until we got him to a hospital because of that whole stubborn but crazy smart combination.”

“I know it’s probably none of my business since I’m dead in your time, but who did you find to love him?”

“Me. That’s why you could pay me a million dollars and I wouldn’t hurt him right now. I don’t know, just something about him. I never have, and probably never will meet anyone quite like him.”

Jason chuckled. “I know. I started out intending to humor him, and then...”

“Hit you like a ton of bricks?”

“Not familiar with that expression, but probably accurate. Do you treat him well?”

“As well as I can. Being a hunter you know the job doesn’t come with a lot of perks. That part hasn’t changed. I can’t do anything for him that requires money.”

“Me either, but he’s okay with that so he says. What do you suppose would happen if I turned human?”

“Besides my and my brother’s lives getting ruined, he’ll get killed two years after you die.”

“And how do you know that?”

“It’s a very long story involving alternate realities.”

“When do I die?”

“To be honest, in a little less than two years.”

“What gets me?”

“A heart attack.”

“I see. Well, at least it’s not a monster.”

“No, your record goes un blemished. There, that’s the house,” Dean pointed to it.

Jason parked and they went up to the door. Jason picked open the lock and they went inside to have a look. “Where's he getting all the lettuce to support this?” Jason looked around.

Dean picked up a journal and looked through it. “He's using the Biff strategy.”

“The what?”

“Chronos is betting on races he already knows the outcome of. Look at this,” he showed Jason the charts with race outcomes written down.

“He's spent a lot of time in '35.”

“Yeah.” Dean pointed to some initials. “What's L.Y.?”

“That’s probably his bet man. There ain’t much to go on here. He’s gotta be around here somewhere. What do you say we have a look around town?”

“I say I’m game,”

Jason shook his head. “You future people sure do have a funny way of talking. You hungry? I am.”

“I could go for a bite.” Dean followed Jason back out to the car. “Out of curiosity, what got you into hunting in the first place?”

“Vampires got my baby sister when I was seventeen.”

“Kind of ironic wouldn’t you say?”

“Why?”

“Well, you got into the life because of vampires, now you’re sleeping with one.”

“He’s not a vampire, not really. He drinks blood, yes, but...”

“I know. Not very vampire-y. He doesn’t kill except in self defense.”

“Exactly. All he wants is to have a heartbeat again. What got you into the life?”

“My mother was killed by a demon when I was little. My dad became a hunter because of it, and he trained my brother and I.”

“I see. So, you don’t know anything else. Okay, there’s a diner,” Jason parked.

“Wait a minute,” Dean narrowed his eyes as he looked inside. “That right there is our guy.”

“You sure?”

“Positive. What do we do now?”

“We wait.”

They sat there for nearly an hour until a blonde woman came walking out. Chronos followed her. Jason and Dean got out of the car and Jason opened his trunk to reveal an arsenal. “Sweet merciful awesome,” Dean grinned at all the weapons.

“Like I said, funny way of talking,” Jason handed him a shotgun.

They followed Chronos and saw him grab the woman, but both their jaws dropped when he kissed her. They followed the lovebirds out of town and Jason did some poking around. “The owner of the house, Miss Lila Taylor, age twenty, lives alone. Take the car, head back to Liam, see what he's got. I’m gonna stay with our guy. You can drive, right?”

“Yeah, of course I can. Even Liam can drive in my time. It only took four instructors.”

Dean drove off and went back to the abandoned house. Liam was seated at the table with a wooden stake with a red tip. “That the weapon of choice?” Dean asked.

“Yes. Carved from the wood of an olive tree and dipped in the blood of…. Well, you don’t wanna know. The pointy end goes in his heart.”

“Awesome. Thanks.”

Dean went to grab the stake and Liam grabbed his wrist. “Where exactly do you think you’re rushing off to?”

“To kill Chronos.”

“Not without me you’re not. I’ll need to feed, but I’m sure we’ll find a farmer out late or something on the way.”

“Feed on me,” popped out of Dean’s mouth.

Liam eyed him. “You’re sure about that?”

“Yeah. I mean, I never let you in my time, but I thought about it. There were just reasons I couldn’t, but now… I know you won’t kill me. Killing is not in your nature unless you’re pissed off.” Dean pulled up his sleeve and offered his bare arm.

Liam took his arm and bit into it with his fangs. Dean hissed at the initial pain, but watched as Liam drank. Just when it felt like he was about to pass out Liam stopped and grabbed a bandage to tend to the wound. “You good?” Liam asked.

“That felt really weird, but yeah, I’ll live. Let’s go.”

They drove out to the house, Dean swerving a little. “You sure you’re okay?” Liam asked.

“Yeah, I kinda have to be. I’m just wondering how I’m gonna get back to my time if we kill Chronos.”

“I had a thought about that. We just need Chronos’ ring.”

“Of course you had a thought,” Dean chuckled.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s just that in my time crazy ideas are always popping out of your head and they almost always work. You are very smart and gifted. That’s all I meant.” Liam leaned in and tenderly kissed Dean. “What was that for?”

“Luck I guess, I don’t know. Yeah, I can see myself working with you in the future.”

They got out and looked around. Dean saw an open shed door and inspected it. Shattered glass and splinters were everywhere. “I don’t see blood, but I got a bad feeling.”

“Sush,” Liam motioned to him to be quiet. “Okay, four heartbeats in the immediate area. Jason was and is here, and he’s not in distress.”

“Smell him out, Lassie.”

Liam shot Dean a strange look before going up to the house. The two of them went inside and started poking around. Out of nowhere Chronos tackled Dean and the two of them struggled. Liam pulled him off and punched him, sending him flying into a china cabinet. “You’re not human,” Chronos looked up at Liam.

“Good guess. Try vampire,” Liam said as he advanced on Chronos who grabbed a shard of glass and went for Liam’s throat. Liam dodged and punched him again, sending him flying into a couch. “I could do this till sun up.”

“Ethan!” Lila cried from the bottom of a stair case.

Jason appeared and grabbed Lila, holding a gun to her head. “Unless you want the lady hurt I suggest you surrender.”

Chronos let out a deep sigh and Liam grabbed and held him for Dean. Dean took the stake and plunged it into the god’s heart. Liam turned Chronos around and ripped the ring from his finger. “I’ll take that.” Then he pulled out a small vial and collected a few drops of blood. “And that. That should be all I need from you,” he said just as Chronos died.

Jason let Lila go and moved to kiss Liam. “I take it you had a brilliant idea.”

Liam smirked. “You know me so well.”

They drove back to the house and Liam started putting a spell together using the ring and blood. “Okay, I just need you to write down the date and time you want to go back to,” Liam handed him a pen and paper.

Dean wrote everything down and his gaze caught Liam’s as he handed the paper over. The two of them just stared at each other for a moment until Jason cleared his throat. “Well, let’s get this show on the road,” Dean smiled.

Liam chanted and threw a lit match into the bowl with everything in it. Dean disappeared. Liam looked kind of sad when Jason put an arm around his waist. “I hate to admit it, but I think we just met who you were truly meant to be with. I also think you shouldn’t know too much of your future.”

Dean appeared in the abandoned house where Sam, Liam, and Jody Mills were all gathered around the table. “Dean!” Liam jumped up and ran over to tackle him. “What happened?”

“I rode Chronos back to November of 1935,” Dean said as he kissed Liam. “I met Jason and past you and we hunted the bastard. Then past you sent me back because you’re a freaking genius.”

Liam frowned. “I don’t remember that. Why don’t I remember that?”

Dean shrugged. “I don’t know, but it was trippy. Jason and I talked, and he was a pretty cool guy, and a great hunter. I told you both some stuff I probably shouldn’t have, but you held a gun on me when I wouldn’t tell you if you were still a vampire or not.”

“Sounds like me.”

“Yeah, and right before we killed Chronos you kissed me.”

“I did?”

“Yeah. I think there was a little something between me and past you.”

“But Chronos is dead?” Sam interrupted.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Past Liam held him and I staked him. Do we have any food? I am starving. We were gonna eat but we ran into Chronos and...” Dean nearly fell over.

Liam caught him. “You’re not hurt are you?”

“No,” Dean said as he pulled up a sleeve to reveal the bandage. “I donated.”

“But you never let me before,” Liam looked a little upset.

“Babe, I was recovering from nearly bleeding to death from being a hell hound’s chew toy. Then you were human and didn’t need blood. You were the only vampire I would let feed on me.”

“Well, then you need something to eat,” Liam grabbed Dean’s arm and inspected the wound. “We were really worried about you and I’m so glad you’re back and okay. Let’s go get dinner.”
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