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Hunting Humanity VII	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam and Natalie came back from their doctor appointment and John ran up to greet them. The house was decorated with balloons and streamers. Sam picked his son up. “Wow, you’re getting to be a big boy! How old are you now?”

“This many!” John held up four fingers.

“That many? Really?” Sam kissed John’s cheek and set him down.

Dean came out. “How’s the bun the oven?” he asked.

“Doing well,” Natalie answered as she rubbed her rather large belly. “She’s right on schedule, and everything seems normal. Everything shows that we have another healthy baby. The place looks great by the way.”

“Thanks. Um, Liam did most of the work actually. You ready for a bunch of three and four year olds to descend on the house?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Natalie chuckled.

Sam looked around. “I kind of wish we had birthday parties like this when we were growing up.”

Dean shrugged. “Just wasn’t meant to be for us. The way we moved around, the way our dad was...”

“I know,” Sam sighed. “It just would’ve been nice, you know?”

The kids started to arrive, and when everyone was there the activities began. After tie-dying t-shirts in the back yard they had lunch, cake, and presents. The entire afternoon was chaos, but John had a great time being the birthday boy. Sam came up behind Natalie and rubbed her shoulders. “You look exhausted. Why don’t you go lie down and we’ll clean up?”

“A swarm of dozen little kids will do that,” Natalie leaned into Sam. “But a nap does sound good.”

Sam, and Dean started cleaning up the colossal mess while Liam watched the boys. “God, I can’t believe he’s four already,” Sam commented. “Seems like we brought him home from the hospital this tiny little thing like a little while ago.” His phone rang and he answered it. After a short conversation he hung up. “Okay, so, Garth has a job for us. Farmington Hills, Michigan. Dude got ripped limb from limb inside his locked apartment.”

“That's not good,” Dean said as he put a bag full of trash in the garbage.

In the interest of time they ended up waking Natalie and after Sam said his goodbyes they left. When they reached the crime scene a bunch of cops were walking around. They walked up to the sheriff and introduced themselves as FBI. “FBI? You guys are quick.”

“You know, why don't you give me the tour while my partners look around?” Sam suggested.

Sam followed the sheriff into the bedroom where the walls were splattered with blood. “Victim’s name was Ed Nelson, thirty one years old, an insurance claim adjuster. He lived alone, which was a real shocker, considering his place is full of toys.”

“So what happened?” Sam asked.

“No sign of forced entry. Near as we can tell, he was tied up and pulled apart. Died of the shock or massive blood loss. Dealer's choice on that one.”

Sam saw an open bag with what looked like chains. “So what about these chains?”

“That's actually chain mail.”

“Seriously?”

The sheriff chuckled. “Yeah. We did find clear rope burn marks on his wrists and ankles.”

Sam picked up a crime scene photo and noticed a black tree on the guy’s arm. “Huh. So, anything missing from the body?”

“You mean aside from the arms and legs? Uh, nope. All there, twig and berries, too.”

“What about the neighbors? Did they hear anything weird?”

“Uh, neighbor downstairs said she got woke up in the middle of the night by the sound of horses stomping their feet and galloping. We didn't find any hoof prints. She probably heard a TV or was having a bad dream or she was high as balls. Fortunately, we got a real lead off his cell phone.” They walked out into the main room. “According to the phone records, Ed's last call was from a guy called Lance Jacobsen. An accountant, also thirties, also lives alone.”

Dean and Liam came out of the kitchen. Sam shot them a questioning look and Dean shook his head. “How is he a lead?” Sam asked.

“The two of them talked together for fifteen minutes, and then Lance sent Ed here all kinds of angry texts. Some of them were your typical threat stuff, but some were a little weird.”

“Weird how?”

The sheriff referred to his notebook. “Like, uh... You shall bleed for your crimes against us, followed by the emoticon of a skull. And, uh, this beauty, I am a mage. I will destroy you. These kids today with their texting and murder. My men just brought Lance into the station for questioning.”

“Well, we're gonna need to take first crack at the suspect.”

The sheriff shrugged. “It's your world.”

They went down to the station and stood in a room with the suspect. “Lance Jacobsen? We're with the FBI,” Sam looked down at him.

“The FBI? I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe Ed's dead,” Lance started to cry a little.

“Just breathe. You're fine,” Dean assured him.

“We just need to ask you a few questions. Try to calm down,” Sam sat at the table.

“We want to know about the, uh, texts you sent Ed last night,” Dean said.

“I told them when they brought me in those texts weren't from me.”

“Well, your phone and Ed's phone say otherwise,” Sam pointed out.

“No, I mean, they were from me, but they weren't from me me.”

Liam raised an eyebrow. “Did you really think that sentence was gonna clear things up?”

Lance sighed. “I'm sorry. This is all a big misunderstanding. Those text messages were from Greyfox the Mystic to Thargrim the Difficult. Our characters in Moondoor. Moondoor is a game that Ed and I play. We're LARPers. Live action role playing?”

Dean nodded. “Right. LARPing. Good times.”

“We play Moondoor every other weekend at Heritage Park. All the info about it is on our website.”

“You guys have a website,” Dean looked surprised.

“Yeah, one of the players designed it. In fact, if you log onto the site, they should have posted pictures from last night's feast. I was there all night.”

“What does any of this have to do with the texts?” Sam asked.

“I play a character named Greyfox the Mystic. I'm a very powerful mage in the game.”

Sam nodded. “Okay, uh, very powerful. Go on.”

“Ed is... Ed was Thargrim the Difficult of the Elder Forest, son of Hargrim and Bouphin, brother to... he was Lancelot to my Merlin.”

“Ah. Well, if you guys were so tight, then why the threatening messages?” Dean asked.

“We were named to the queen's honor guard, in anticipation of the coming Battle of Kingdoms this weekend. I thought he broke protocol, so I called Ed after game hours and accused him of cheating, and then I challenged him to a duel.”

“A duel?” Sam looked at him.

“Wands and swords at dawn.”

“Now, when you say wands, do you mean magic wands?” Dean asked.

“No. Un-magic wands, Agent. Because what I really want in a duel is an un-magic wand. Yes! Fake wands! It's a game! I can't believe it. Oh, ye Gods! Thargrim the Difficult has fallen!”

“Hang in there, champ,” Dean patted his shoulder as they got up to leave.

Sam turned to his companions when they were out in the hall. “So? Do you guys believe Dungeons & Dragons?”

Dean sighed. “He didn't put a whammy on us. Those weren't crocodile tears, man. That's not our guy.”

“So, what are we looking at?” Sam asked.

Dean shrugged. “You saw the chain mail. This could be Fifty Shades of Greyfox for all we know.”

“All right, well, let's check out Moondoor site, see if Lance's story checks out.” Sam walked over to a computer and started typing. “Welcome to Moondoor, Michigan's largest LARPing game.”

“And I thought we needed to get out more,” Dean commented.

Sam clicked on a picture gallery from a festival. “There's our guy,” Sam pointed to a picture of Lance with two women.

Dean chuckled. “Huh. It actually looks kind of awesome.” Sam clicked on a video, and then as the Queen of Moons appeared none other than Charlie. “Wait, is that…?”

There was a sudden commotion. It seemed Lance was dead. The sheriff showed them footage of him coughing a large volume of blood onto the wall before falling over. “God forbid he was contagious. I'm gonna go dip myself in hand sanitizer.”

Dean sighed. “No EMF, no hex bags, no sulfur. I got nada. You?”

“Watch the video again,” Sam replayed it. “There. See that?” he zoomed in on a tree symbol on Lance’s arm. “Same as Ed's. I don't know. Maybe they had matching tattoos. I mean, they were brothers in arms. You recognize it from anything?”

Dean shrugged. “A Tim Burton movie? Aside from the, uh, mark of the creepy here, the only thing these guys have in common is LARPing.”

“Lucky for us, we know the queen,” Sam closed out of the computer.

They headed to the park where the role playing took place. It was all very elaborate with tents and costumes. They stopped to watch someone dressed as an orc get put in the stocks. When the scene was done Dean flagged down the guy who put the orc in the stocks. “Excuse me. Hi. Uh, you are a LARPer, yeah?”

“I prefer the term interactive literaturist.”

“Right, uh, we’re from the FBI.” They held up their badges.

“Hold!” the guy shouted. “Um, guys, we're not doing the whole genre mash up thing this weekend. We only do that every third month.”

“Come again?” Sam blinked.

“Your fake badges, the cheap suits. It's very cool. I get it. Your characters are FBI agents that somehow traveled to Moondoor, but I'm telling you it's just straight up Moondoor this weekend.”

“These aren't fake badges,” Sam insisted.

“Uh, yeah, they are, and they're very good, but, um, well, the ID number shifted to ten digits with, uh, two letters mixed in at the end of the year, and, uh, the seal's from last month. Really good work. It’s just a tournament weekend, okay guys, so you got to follow the rules. If there's no rules, chaos. Resume. If you would like to join the army of Moons, the queen is always on the lookout for new squires.”

Dean nodded. “Yes. Right. Uh, we would like to see your queen now, please.”

“Well, the queen's calendar is booked up months in advance. But if you wish to witness what's in store for you in her army, her highness is overseeing new squires on the pitch as we speak.”

They went to a little area where two people with helmets were fighting with fake swords. One of them yielded, and they both took off their helmets, the victor revealed as Charlie. She addressed the crowd. “Greyfox and Thargrim are missing. We pray to the goddess they have not fallen victim of foul play. In their absence, the honor guard's ranks are weakened. To join…,” She then noticed Sam, Dean, and Liam. “Oh, blerg. Uh... The queen needs some royal we time. Talk amongst thyselves.” She turned and marched into a maroon tent.

The three men followed her. “Charlie,” Sam sighed.

“Charlie Bradbury is dead. She died a year ago. You killed her. My name is Carrie Heinlein. Oh, and guess what. Now you killed her, too.”

“Okay, listen, uh...” Dean started to say something.

“No, I buried myself. Then Dick Roman went down, his company belly up, and I figure, hey, it's all good, and I was fine. I got my life back. Now you're here, and if you guys are here, monsters are here. Why do I have such bad luck? What am I, some kind of monster magnet? Is there such a thing as a monster magnet? You know what? Don't answer that. I don't care. What I care about is not getting my other arm broken or dying. So…,” she grabbed a crown and a bag off the bed. “I'm dropping my sword and walking off the stage, bitches.” She put the crown on Dean’s head. “Have fun storming the castle.”

Dean stopped her. “Charlie! Greyfox and Thargrim, uh, Ed and Lance, they're not missing. They're dead.”

She sat down with them and they explained what they knew so far. “Drawn and quartered and bleeding out? Please stop talking again. So what do you think did this?”

Dean shrugged. “Well, aside from the, uh, mark,” he showed her a picture, “and them both being LARPers, there's really not much else to go on.”

Charlie picked up the picture. “Wait, I've seen this before. It's a Celtic magic symbol. At least it was in my favorite video game. Does that help? Can I go now?”

“It's a start, but no. Um, listen. What can you tell us about Ed and Lance?” Sam asked.

“Good guys. Two of the best members of the queen's ever shrinking army.”

“Ever shrinking?” Dean looked at her.

“My kingdom has had a lot of bad luck lately, probably 'cause of me, but maybe it's tied to this. A month ago, one of my guys had both her ankles broken before battle. Before that, I had three people have hospital worthy accidents while at home. You think there's any connection there?”

“Did they have any enemies in common?” Sam asked.

“In real life? No. Everyone gets along famously. In the game, though...” She walked over to a map with different colored figurines on it. “They had tons of enemies. Red reps the followers of the Moon, my peeps. Green's for Elves, blue's for Warriors of Yesteryear, and black's for Shadow Orcs, total d-bags. This weekend is the Battle of the Kingdoms to see who wears the Forever Crown. This weekend, each faction is definitely an enemy of me and mine.” Liam moved some red figurines around on the board. “Hey, good call,” Charlie smiled at him.

“Thanks.”

“What about the southern wall?”

Liam started to open his mouth when Sam drew their attention. “Guys!”

“Sorry,” Liam frowned.

“So maybe, uh, someone from one of the other kingdoms got a hold of real magic and started using it to weaken your army,” Sam suggested.

“But why not just come after me? And why the escalation?” Charlie asked.

Dean sighed. “All right, we will canvass the kingdoms. You should get out of here. We don't want you to get hurt.”

“Whoa, wait. Charlie knows Moondoor a lot better than we do. We need her,” Sam argued.

“Sam, I think we can take care of a bunch of accountants with foam swords.”

“We need all the help we can get, Dean. People are dying.”

“My point, which is usually yours, is that she should get somewhere safe and get back to a normal life.”

“Hey, I am right here, and I want to leave.”

“Thank you,” Dean nodded.

“But the queen, she has to stay. I mean, Sam is right. People are dying. That can't happen on my watch. And you know what? I am tired of running. I like my life here. I'm gonna stay and fight for it.”

Sam’s phone rang. He answered it and had a very short conversation. “So, the toxicology report came back on Lance. Nothing. But the medical examiner said his body showed clear signs that he was killed by belladonna.”

“Ouch,” Liam frowned.

“Um, however, they couldn't find a trace of it in his system.”

“Just like they couldn't find ropes in Ed's apartment,” Dean sighed.

Sam turned to Charlie. “Charlie, I'm gonna need to borrow your laptop.”

“There are no laptops in Moondoor. What? There are rules. But there is a tech tent four tents down.”

“Okay. How about you guys go canvas, and I'll dig into these accidents and this mark?” Sam left.

Charlie turned to Dean and Liam. “Okay. I'm gonna need the full wiki on where you guys have been. But first, you're gonna have to ditch the suit if you're gonna walk and talk with the queen.”

They both changed into more appropriate clothing. Liam admired himself in the mirror. “This doesn’t look bad.”

“Kinda hot actually,” Dean admired Liam’s form.

Liam chuckled. “Maybe I’ll save this look for later.”

They started walking through the camp. “You always been into LARPing?” Dean asked Charlie.

“Nah. For role play, I prefer a tabletop. D&D, Gamma World, Car Wars. That's why Cthulhu invented multi sided dice, right? But a buddy of mine was into LARPing. Went for him, stayed for the chicks.” Dean laughed. “It's not just that, though. It's an escape. I mean, here, I'm queen, a hero. Out there in the real world, I'm just hacking out code and chugging coffee all day long.”

Dean stopped her. “Now, wait a second. If it wasn't for you, we would have never been able to take down Dick Roman. Out there in the real world, you are a hero.”

A maiden passed and gave Charlie a little smile. “My queen.”

“I'm noticing a lot of these maidens checking you out,” Dean commented.

“What? I can't shut this down. It's good to be queen.”

They walked around while Charlie showed the picture of the tree to people to ask if they knew what it was. No one did. “The Shadow Orcs. Last group on the list, impossible to find.”

“Wait, I know where we can find one. I met him on the way in,” Dean said.

Charlie nodded. “Perfect. Maybe he can tell us what the frack this thing is.”

They approached the orc in the stocks. “Death to the queen! Death to the usurper!” he shouted. Liam drew a wooden sword. “Death to her manservants!”

Dean took the photo out. “Hey. Have you seen this?”

“No, I haven't seen it,” the orc answered a little too quickly.

Liam put the sword right at the orc’s throat. “You sure about that?”

“Okay, it's the Shadow King's family crest. You'll never find him in the Black Hills.”

“Black Hills?” Dean looked to Charlie.

“The forest behind the playground. Come on.”

They started walking toward the woods and Gerry came toward them. “My queen. There you are. I've been searching everywhere for you. Have these oafs attempted to harm you with their blasphemous metal works?”

“Boltar, they’re with me. These are my new handmaidens. We seek an audience with the Shadow King.”

“Uh, these hills are not safe. I beseech you, my queen, you should return to camp.”

“He's right your worshipfulness,” Dean agreed. “Uh, may I have a moment before you take your leavings?” They walked a short distance away. “Handmaidens?”

“He was suspicious. I panicked.”

“All right, look. You take my phone. Find Sam. We'll find the shadow dorks.”

“But I can help.”

“Yeah, you are helping by finding Sam. Go.” Charlie turned and walked away. Dean turned to Boltar. “Lead the way to the Orcs, Bolty.”

“Speak when spoken to, handmaiden.”

They started walking through the woods. “Well, that was a bust. You sure the Shadow Orcs are even out there?” Dean asked.

“For a handmaiden, you certainly ask many questions. Yes, I am positive. They're just very good at hiding themselves. But, a plan has sprung to mind that will draw the Shadow King to us. We shall take the Shadow Orc held in stock, offer him up as a prisoner exchange.”

Dean nodded. “Draw him out and beat him down. I like your style, Boltar.”

“I shall retrieve the prisoner. You two tend to the queen's laundry and chamber pots, and then meet me back here.”

Sam walked up to them. “Nice outfits.”

“You love it,” Dean replied.

“Right. Well, while you were, uh, playing dress up, I found out that the mark...”

“Belongs to the Shadow Orcs,” Dean finished the sentence.

Sam nodded. “Yeah. And they're using fairy magic.” He showed them a printout of what he’d found.

Dean looked at it. “The Tree of Pain. Awesome.”

“Whoever gets marked gets ganked.”

“All right, how do we stop it?”

“Find whoever cast the spell, and take them out. No more whammy, no more marks. No more marks, no more dead bodies.”

“Okay, well, perfect. Our, uh, pal Boltar the chatty is getting the, uh, Shadow Orc prisoner. We're gonna do a little prisoner exchange, try to draw the king out of hiding. It was my idea. Where's Charlie?”

“She was with you.”

“No, I sent her to you.”

They started looking around trying to find in her. When they got to her empty tent Dean turned to his brother. “You know what, she's got my phone. Try it.” Sam tried calling Dean’s phone and it went straight to voicemail.

Boltar came back with the orc prisoner and they went into the woods with flashlights. “I swear, if anything's happened to her…,” Dean grumbled.

Sam was right behind his brother. “Dude, we checked all the tents. We'll talk to these guys. We'll find her.”

They stopped in a clearing and the orc called out. Three other guys dressed as orcs called back and came out. One of them had the tree of pain on his shirt. “Greetings, heretics,” Boltar greeted them.

“You should kneel before me, cur,” the one in the shirt said.

“All right, why don't you let me-” Dean stepped forward, but Baltor pushed him back.

“Silence! Now, before we exchange, a few announcements. Um, there is a peewee league soccer playoff game tomorrow on the alpha field. We don't want to freak out the mundanes, so we got to move the Battle of Kingdoms to the beta field.”

“All right. That's it. You know what? I'm gonna do this the old fashioned way,” Dean pulled out his gun.

“Dean, don't,” Sam urged him.

“I told you there are-” Boltar started.

“Shut up,” Dean snapped and aimed at the orc with tree on his shirt. “Alright. I need real answers. This here is a real gun, see?” he shot at the ground.

“Whoa! Hold! Geez!” the orc raised his hands.

“Now, start talking. Where's the queen?” Dean demanded.

“I don't know!”

“Yeah, well, your little family crest there tells a different story, pal,” Dean motioned to the crest on his chest.

“This?”

“Yeah.”

“Uh, I got sick last month after this thing just appeared on my arm,” he pulled up his sleeve to reveal a tree symbol on his arm as well. “I thought it looked really cool, so I turned it into my family crest. I mean, after my dermatologist said it wasn't malignant.”

“Dean, he's not our guy. He's just another victim,” Sam pointed out.

“My name is Max Hilby. I'm an attorney. I have no idea where the queen is, but if you let me go right now, I won't press charges. I promise. Please.”

“Go!” Dean shouted and the three orcs ran. “What?” he asked when the orc prisoner looked at him.

“Is the queen really in danger?” Dean nodded. “Okay, we got, there was something odd down by the creek. It's this weird tent. It's not one of ours. It's kind of creepy.”

“Why are you being so helpful all of a sudden?” Sam asked.

“Look, I harbor an epic crush on the queen. Maybe you could put in a good word for me when you find her.”

“I don't think you're her type,” Dean said as he walked off and motioned for his companions to follow.

They walked toward the creek and Gerry was still following them. “Why don't you take off, Bolty? We got it from here,” Dean looked back at him.

“Two handmaidens and a time traveler rescue the queen? I think not, kind lady.”

Sam turned to him. “Look, this isn't a game, Boltar. The queen, our friend, is in real danger. You could get hurt.”

“I will not leave my queen in peril.” They came across the tent. “Look there.”

“We haven't checked that tent,” Dean started moving toward it.

They entered the tent and found Charlie on a bed with a woman. They were kissing. Charlie looked up when they came in. “Dudes. If the tent is rockin, don't come a knockin.”

The woman stood and pointed to Gerry. “No, it's him! My master! Run!”

They turned their guns on Gerry. “No guns in Moondoor, gentlemen. Gilda, if you please?”

The woman looked sad but made a motion with her hand and there was a sound of a chicken and the guns turned into feathers. “Well, now what, Gerry?” Dean asked.

“My name is Boltar the Furious!” Gerry shouted. “My plan was, after getting rid of all of my competition, to win the battle tomorrow, convincing the queen that I should be her king. But then you two idiots showed up, and I was forced to improvise. Rescue the damsel in distress from Orcs, become king, kill you three, that'll work, too.”

“So why did you go from hobbling to murder?” Sam asked.

“Greyfox and Thargrim became part of the honor guard. They got close to the queen, but they did it by breaking the rules, paying off other players with real money, rather than Moondoor currency. They were cheating.”

“Oh, and using magic isn't?” Dean shot him a funny look.

“Magic is a part of Moondoor.”

“What is your problem? Why would you hurt people? This is just a game,” Charlie spoke up.

“There is no game! There is only Moondoor! I came here to be different, to get away from my crappy life, to be a hero, and guess what.”

“You lost your fucking marbles?” Liam guessed. “I like fantasy as much as the next guy, but dude, you need a good shrink and a life.”

“What, you were a loser in the real world, and you're a loser here? Shocker,” Dean joked.

“Would a loser track down a real book of spells and compel a fairy to do his bidding?”

“It depends. How'd you get it?” Sam asked.

“Ebay.”

Sam cleared his throat. “Look. It doesn't have to be like this, Boltar. Just hand over the book of spells. We can work this out.”

“This will all work out after I remove you from the playing field and wipe her memory. Gilda?” He picked up a fake sword and the fairy turned it into a real sword. Sam and Dean stepped back. “Gilda, the big one.” A suit of armor grabbed Sam from behind and started choking him. “You’re dumber than you look,” Gerry advanced on Liam who didn’t back down.

“Liam!” Dean called out.

Gerry moved to stab Liam, who grabbed the blade with his bare hand and made a twisting, shoving motion. The sword was wrenched out of Gerry’s hand and Liam grabbed the hilt with his bloody hand and shoved Gerry down, holding the point of the blade to Gerry’s throat. “Whoa...” Dean looked impressed.

Charlie rushed over to where the magic book fell. “Hey, Gerry,” she held up a dagger. “I'm the one who saves damsels in distress around here.” She stabbed the book and a bright light flashed. The suit strangling Sam let go and the sword in Liam’s hand turned back to fake.

Liam kicked Gerry in the head, knocking him out, and then examined his cut hand. “I guess I should know better than to ask by now, but how did you know how to do that?” Dean asked.

Liam shrugged. “Instinct. It would’ve worked a lot better if I had had a chain mail glove though.”

Dean put a hand on his shoulder. “We’ll get that patched up.”

“Are you okay?” Charlie asked Gilda.

“I'm free of the spell. You saved me. The Hollow Forest is forever in your debt. I must return to those green hills now. I will take my former master with me. He must face a fairy tribunal for his sins.”

“Wait!” Charlie gave Gilda one last kiss before the fairy disappeared, Gerry with her.

Sam turned to Charlie. “So what's next for you, Charlie? New town? New identity?”

“If the last twenty four hours have taught me anything, it's that escaping isn't what it used to be. No more replacement characters for me. I got to face reality from now on. Sadly, reality actually includes monsters, but what are you gonna do? If I can ever be of help to you guys, let me know.”

Dean nodded. “Will do. And you, uh, you're good?”

“Apart from the fact that you blocked me from banging a fairy, and I'm about to go lose my crown in battle, thanks to my army being decimated? Yeah. Totally good. Although, Liam, that move was bitchin, and the way you rearranged my battle plan… If you’re up for it I wouldn’t mind making you my king for the battle.”

Liam turned to Dean. “Can we?”

Sam put a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “I think we could use a little fun in our lives.”

Dean chuckled. “Two against one. How could I say no?”

The next day they stood in the park all dressed up with foam swords. Dean had even put a long blond wig on and painted his face. It was Dean who faced the army and gave the speech from Braveheart. Then there was a shout and the armies rushed at each other.

Charlie and Liam managed to win the battle. Liam climbed into the back of the car afterward with a smile. “That was kinda cool.”

“It actually kind of was,” Dean admitted as they headed home.
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