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Hunting Humanity VIII	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Dean and Liam followed up on a story of a guy hit by a car while running away from a farmer because he was trying to kill a cow, they never expected to find Garth in the hospital bed. “What has the son of a bitch been up to and how did he end up here?” Dean wondered out loud as he circled the bed.

Liam shrugged. “Hard to tell. I guess we find out when he wakes up.”

“I don’t think I’ve got that much patience,” Dean reached for a syringe of adrenaline. He was about to put it in Garth’s IV when the door opened.

Sam entered and just kind of glared at them. Dean returned the harsh look, but Liam’s eyes were sad. “Saw Garth's John Doe on the police wire. You?” Sam said finally.

“Yeah. Where you coming from?”

“New Mexico.”

“Well, that's a haul. Especially considering that I got this, uh... pretty much covered, so if you want to...”

“Everything good for the uh, you know…?” Liam asked.

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “Things are pretty well set.”

“About that,” Dean spoke up.

“Liam, I’ve had a long drive and I’m thirsty,” Sam looked to the blond. “Will you please go get me a soda?” Liam gave a little nod and headed out of the room quickly.

“What are you doing?” Dean asked sharply.

“What am I doing? What do you think you’re doing?”

“Given the way things are, I don’t think this whole wedding business is a good idea.”

“You should’ve thought of that sooner.”

“What I’m supposed to be clairvoyant now? I didn’t know what happened was going to happen. Now everything’s a mess, and...”

“I know, but Dean, think of Liam. Do you still love him? Because you know calling things of now will crush him. He’s been making plans, and he’s really happy about it.”

“Yeah, but will we even have anyone there?”

“Of course you will. Dean, remember back in New York? You and Liam on the ground in the parking lot punching each other in the face. And then he was stabbed and you were so upset. Could that maybe be because even though you were upset with each other you still loved each other?”

“Yeah, I love him, even when I wanna strangle him, what’s your point?”

“I’m upset with you. Natalie isn’t real thrilled with what went down either. But that doesn’t mean we can’t set things aside for a day and celebrate something really good happening. Even when I’m angry I still care.”

Liam came back and handed Sam a soda. “Well, you haven’t killed each other, that’s a good sign.”

“Thanks, hobbit,” Sam wrapped an arm around him for a quick hug. Then he motioned to Garth. “You spoken to him yet?”

Dean shook his head. “No. Assload of painkillers. He's been out since I got here.”

That’s when Sam noticed Garth was cuffed to the bed. “What's he being charged with?”

“Killing a cow.”

“Why?”

“I was about to see if I could find out. Lock the door.”

He moved toward the door but stopped when Dean pulled the syringe back out. “Whoa. Hey. What is that? Adrenaline?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You trying to jump start him or kill him?”

“I want some answers. He walked out on Kevin. He walked out on us. So if you got a better idea...”

Sam slapped Garth hard in the face. He woke up instantly screaming, then looked around. “Dean? Sam? Liam? What is this? A hospital? Wait. Am I in Heaven?”

Dean put a hand on Garth’s leg. “Alright, take it easy, Garth. You're in Wisconsin.”

“You were hit by a car. Do you remember anything?” Sam asked.

Garth groaned softly. “I, uh... Vaguely.” He tried to move his arm but was stopped by the cuffs. “What's with the hardware?”

“You tell us,” Dean said while Sam picked the cuffs open. “And while you're at it, why don't you give us the lowdown on why you went AWOL for the past six months? Only way we tracked you down is that you offed a cow.”

“Offed a what? I was on a hunt.”

“Hunt for what?” Sam asked.

“I, oh, no. Oh, get back. Oh. Oh, God.” Garth quickly pulled everything off him and ran into the bathroom. They could hear him gagging like he was being sick.

They sat in silence and waited for several minutes before Dean turned to his brother. “Anything on Gadreel?”

Sam gave a little nod. “Actually, uh, yeah. Turns out he, uh, he left some Grace in me before he bolted.”

“You know how wrong that sounds, right?”

“Wouldn't worry about it. Cas took care of it.” Dean chuckled. “What?”

“Nothing. I'm gone for two weeks, and you're like an episode of Teen Mom.”

Sam caught a glimpse of the mark now on Dean’s arm. “What happened to your arm?”

Dean pulled his sleeve up so he could see it better. “Oh. It's a gift from Cain.”

“Like the wrestler?”

“I wish. That would be awesome. Uh, no. The, uh...The Old Testament dude. He got all Biblical on me and gave me his mark.”

“What does it even mean? How did that happen?”

“Crowley and I found him, and he gave me this so that I could eighty six Adrian once and for all.”

Sam seemed surprised. “You worked a job with Crowley?”

Dean gave a little shrug. “The devil you know...”

They noticed that there were no longer any sounds coming from the bathroom. “Garth?” Sam called out.

They opened the door to find Garth gone and the window wide open. “Son of a bitch,” Dean grumbled. They quickly made their way outside looking around. “Why would Garth run from us?”

Sam sighed. “Why haven't we heard from him for the last six months? Did you test him?”

“He was unconscious. No, I… He steal a car?”

Sam saw a hospital gown lying on the ground. “Did he steal a car naked?”

Dean pointed to the security camera on the roof. “Liam and I will see what we can find on those cameras. Why don't you go talk to farmer Brown, see about that cow?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded and left.

Liam and Dean headed back inside to get a look at the security footage, which caught Garth’s escape. They were coming out of the hospital when Sam called. “So, the cow wasn't just killed. It was eviscerated.”

“Well, why was Garth there?” Dean asked.

“He said he was on a hunt, right? Maybe he was hunting whatever killed it.”

“Why would he run? This whole thing's starting to stink. You know that, right?”

“Yeah. What about you? Any luck?”

“Uh, nada,” Dean lied, earning a sharp look from Liam. “Cameras were pointing in the wrong direction.”

“You’re kidding,” Sam didn’t sound convinced.

“Wish I was.”

“So…?”

“So Garth's a hunter. If he wants to stay gone, he's gone.”

“We got nothing?”

“Well, what can I say, Sammy? We lost this one. Send me a postcard.”

They walked around and ambulance and straight into Sam who angrily yanked the pictures from Dean’s hand and went through them. “Wow. Make, model, license plate. Really, Dean?”

“I told you we can't hunt together. It's for your own good.”

“I hear you. And after we find Garth and get to the bottom of this, I'm gone. But until then, no more games.”

Dean gave a little nod. “Ride belongs to a girl named Bess Meyers. She lives in the next town over.”

Liam smacked Dean in the back of the head. “What the hell was that for?”

“You’re being an idiot.” He got on tip toes and smacked Sam too. “And so are you, so there’s my two cents.”

Without saying another word they got into the car and drove out to where Bess Meyers lived. They kicked down the door with guns drawn, finding Garth inside on a couch. “Whoa, whoa! Hey, guys. I can explain. Everything's cool. Just a simple misunderstanding.”

“Who you talking to?” Dean asked.

“What?” Garth played dumb.

“The girl.”

“What girl? What the...” Dean grabbed a bra from the coffee table and held it up. “Alright, alright. Guys, everyone needs to take a chill pill and put their guns down. You see? Let's all be grown ups here and have an adult conversation.”

They started searching the place, and suddenly a female werewolf jumped out of a closet and tackled Liam. The blond wrestled with her while Dean aimed his gun trying to get a good shot. Garth grabbed the weapon out of his hand. “What are you doing?” Dean was confused.

Liam got her pinned and had grabbed a silver knife he was carrying, pressing it to her throat. “Please don’t hurt her!” Garth cried out.

Dean narrowed his eyes. “She's a werewolf!”

“So am I.”

Liam got up off the woman with a sigh. “You’ve got some explaining to do.”

The woman went over to join Garth on the couch. “What are they doing here, Garth?”

“They're friends. I promise,” he assured her.

“They're hunters.”

“Alright. We've all gotten off on the wrong foot here. So let's do things right. Boys...this is Bess, my beloved. And, Bess, that's Dean. Now, he could start a fight in an empty house, but deep down inside, he's just a big ol' Teddy bear. And Sam here can be a bit insecure at times, but for good reason. Bless his heart. And Liam, well, he doesn’t talk much, but when he does talk he says a lot,”

“That's sweet,” Dean looked a bit annoyed. “Werewolf?”

“Alright, guys, look, about six months ago I was outside Portland, Maine, hunting this big bad wolf. I took him down, but he bit me in the process.”

“And you didn't call one of us?” Dean glared a little bit.

“And tell you what? That I messed up? No, I knew the deal. There's no cure, so I accepted my fate. Ate my favorite dish of egg fu Yung, watched the world's greatest movie, ‘Rocky III’ and then... was ready to eat a bullet, when Bess here found me.”

“And how'd she do that?” Sam asked.

“Smelled him. How else?” Bess answered.

“Yeah. She talked the gun out of my mouth, and, as they say, the rest is history. We've been married for four months now.”

“You're married to a werewolf?” Sam was surprised.

Bess nodded. “Yes. And my pack has taken him in as one of our own.”

“Guys, it's not what you think. We don't hurt people.”

“No, you just go all Wolverine on cattle,” Dean sighed.

“At least he's not eating human hearts,” Bess pointed out. “Do you have any idea how hard it is for a bitten to control his instincts, like Garth does? How well he's doing?”

“Thank you, baby,” he gave her a big smile.

“Well, it's the truth, honey bunny.”

“Wait. A bitten?” Sam was a little confused. “You're all bitten.”

Bess shook her head. “Not at all. You're either born to it, like I was, or you're bitten, like Garth.”

Dean blinked. “Hold on. You said you were born a werewolf?”

“Second generation.”

“Garth, can we talk to you for a sec? Alone?” Garth gave Bess a little look and she got up and left the room. “What the hell?”

“Look, I know you guys want to shoot first and ask questions later, but I checked everything out. This pack is clean. Everything's Kosher.”

“Right. Uh, minus the part where your wife attacked me,” Liam commented.

“Yeah, because you three came busting in here like a house on fire. Guns waving, the jawlines and the hair, it's very intimidating! What'd you expect? Dean, no one wants any trouble. You got my word on that.”

Dean shook his head. “Oh, no. That ship has sailed. We're gonna need a hell of a lot more than your word.”

“Okay. Tell you what. You want proof? Come pray with us.”

Dean drove out to Bess’ father’s farmhouse with Liam while Sam went to do some research of his own. While the car drove down the country lane Liam sighed and stared out the window. “I’m not stupid, you know.”

“I know, but what does that have to do with anything?”

“When Sam sent me out of the room earlier, it was because he knew you were going to call off the wedding and he wanted to talk you out of it.”

Dean let out a deep sigh. “Yeah, I was, but listen to me. It had absolutely nothing to do with how I feel about you, and everything to do with how things went to shit with Sam. When everything seemed to be going good I had no doubts. And then… Well, I thought the whole ceremony would be just you and me, and I thought that might upset you.”

“And you didn’t think calling everything off so soon before the date would upset me?”

“I was hoping to be able to explain myself so that you would understand. But don’t worry, Sam said everything was cool. Everyone can put everything aside for a day, so if you still want to go through with it I’m good.”

“I don’t want to do it if you don’t want to.”

They pulled into the driveway and Dean took his lover’s hand. “Look, I told you my reasons. And maybe a little bit of it is cold feet, I don’t know. It really makes no difference to me as long as I have you, but if a ceremony will make you happy, then I’m all for it.”

“Yeah, it would make me happy.”

“Okay then. Now, please keep your wits about you while we’re in there.”

When Dean got out of the car and went to grab some things out of the trunk Sam called. “You there?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, just pulled up. Nothing too sketchy yet.”

“That's a good thing, right?”

“Not betting on it.”

“Or are we just that jaded? I mean, maybe Garth's right.”

“Well, ain't you a glass half full. Any luck with the cops?”

“Uh, sheriff should be rolling up any second. Be careful.”

“Yeah,” Dean said as he hung up.

As they approached the house they heard singing. A group of them were singing a church song. “Well, this brings up unpleasant flashbacks,” Liam commented as Dean knocked on the door.

A woman answered and gave them a bright smile. “You must be Dean and Liam. I'm Joy, Garth's mother in law. Uh, stepmother in law, which I always thought sounded so silly. Please, come in. We're just finishing up.”

“Why don't you just tell Garth we’re here,” Dean insisted.

“Dean, you have my word, you're safe under my roof. I only ask the same in return. After all...I'm not the one carrying silver.”

They entered the house and stood quietly until the singing was finished. Then the leader turned to Garth who was playing the piano. “Uh... Thank you, brother Garth. Wonderful accompaniment, as usual. And I'll see the rest of you in the pews, nine am sharp. No stragglers...Sister Amelia.”

Garth got up and went over to them. “Oh. Hi. So, what'd I tell you? It's all good, right?”

“Everyone here's a wolf?” Dean asked softly.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, not all good.”

“Oh, come on, Dean. You just got to meet them. That's Russ and Joba, Bess' first cousins on sister Joy's side. That's Reverend Jim, Bess' dad, leader of the pack and a good man.”

Reverend Jim came over and held out his hand. “Dean, isn't it? Welcome. Jim Meyers. Folks usually call me...”

Dean didn’t take his hand. “Reverend Jim. Yeah, I got it.”

“I understand your apprehension, Dean. Hunters and our kind don't have the best history together.”

Joy stood beside her husband. “But I think you'll find we're not much different from you.”

“Oh, sister, I highly doubt it.”

“Why don't we break bread and see?” Reverend Jim offered.

“Why would I do that?” Dean came off as a little cold.

Liam took Dean’s hand. “Dean, sweetheart, let’s play nice for the moment.”

Dean reluctantly followed everyone to the kitchen and took a seat. Joy served raw organs to everyone, except she gave well done steak and corn to Dean and Liam. “Now, everybody eat up. But make sure you leave room for pie,” Joy said as she sat down.

“Sister Joy's pies are famous throughout the badger state,” Reverend Jim bragged.

“Dean loves pie,” Garth commented.

Liam looked around like he might be sick at the raw meat, but he swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “You know, I kinda get it,” he offered.

“You do?” Reverend Jim looked pleased.

“Yeah. I don’t know if Garth ever knew this, but for a very long time I was a vampire that didn’t wish to hurt anyone.”

“Really?” Reverend Jim perked up. “But you’re not anymore?”

“No, I talked Dean and his brother into finding a cure for me. It really wasn’t easy, and it took a lot of charming to get them on my side.”

“I’m glad they were able to help you.”

Dean then noticed them all wearing silver bullets. “So, why are a bunch of werewolves wearing silver bullets around their necks?”

Garth gave him a bit of a stern look. “Sorry, Dean, but we don't use the W word around here. We prefer the term lycanthrope.”

“We?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“He's entitled to his opinion, Garth,” Reverend Jim said.

“Many of our kind see themselves as indestructible. This is a constant reminder of how precious our lives truly are,” Bess explained.

“Yeah, but it's silver. I mean, doesn't it burn?”

“Yeah, it does a bit,” Garth nodded. “But that's kind of the point. It reminds us of our fragility.”

“My daughter, Bess, was born a lycanthrope. It was one of the proudest days of my life,” Reverend Jim said. “Which soon turned tragic when a hunter killed my wife. Believe me when I tell you, I wanted to make someone pay. Then I looked at Bess, and I realized the road to revenge is a dark and lonely one, which you never get off. And that hole in the pit of your stomach, you never fill it; ever.”

“Hey, no, I get it,” Dean gave a little nod.

“So I chose to look forward, not backwards. And the minute I did that, the powers that be brought this beautiful, compassionate, amazing woman into my life. And she helped me raise a little baby girl as if Bess were her own.”

Joy blushed a bit. “I can't take all the credit. Daddy had a hand in it, too. He saw your potential.”

“Daddy?” Dean looked at her.

“My father, bless his soul, was the previous reverend of our church, the third generation in our family to serve.”

“So, you're fourth generation werewolf?”

“Yes.”

After dinner Dean poked in the fridge to find it full of raw organs. Both he and Liam turned around when they sensed someone behind them to find Russ and Joba. “Still hungry?” Russ commented.

“Yeah, I was just, uh... seeing if you had any beer,” Dean replied.

The two werewolves stepped forward in a threatening manner. “The sooner you realize that all is good here, the sooner you can go,” Russ said.

“Don't you two have a chew toy or something to go play with?” Dean shot back.

Garth stepped in. “Hey, guys. You mind if I grab a second with Dean, here?” Russ and Joba stepped away. “Why are you being so hard on everyone?”

“Because there's no way that all of this is what it looks like. No way.”

“Why not?”

“Come on, man. I know you drank the kool aid, okay? But come on.”

“Look, amigo... I know this is all looks nuts, but I found it. Love and a family? Who cares where that comes from?”

“I do.”

“I get it. When I first got here, I couldn't let go, either. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. But when it didn't, I had to accept the truth.”

“I don’t know,” Liam shook his head. “Even I have a little bit of a bad feeling?”

“I thought you said you understood,” Garth was surprised.

“I do know from personal experience that not every monster means harm, but still, my gut is rarely wrong. Something isn’t completely right.”

“Well, I got another truth for you,” Dean interrupted. “We were all left in the dark when you went AWOL. I didn't know whether you were dead or worse. You should have reached out and sent someone a message.”

“And said what, Dean? That I was a werewolf? I was embarrassed. I thought it best for everyone if I just stayed away. But that doesn't mean that I didn't think about and miss you and Sam... Kevin.”

Dean looked sad for a moment. “Kevin’s gone.”

“What?”

“Gone for good.”

“What happened?”

“When he needed me, I wasn't there. That's what.”

Sam came out later, and the three of them stood outside the farmhouse leaning against the Impala. “Okay, Dean, they gave you lunch, they gave you pie. Why are we still here?” Sam asked.

Dean sighed. “Uh, yeah, you're right. Yeah, Garth's good. You want to hit the road, it's square by me.”

“Look, I'm just saying, this wouldn't be the first time we came across a friendly monster,” he gave Liam a glance. “Or a family of friendly monsters, whatever this is.” Sam’s phone rang. “Agent Perry,” he answered. “How can I help you? Okay.” He hung up and motioned for them to hit the road.

They drove out to a country road where the sheriff was waiting for them standing over a gutted deer. “Well, you wanted weird, agent. You tell me what tore up that deer. Nothing that runs in these parts.”

Dean, Sam, and Liam walked over to the deer and squatted down by it with their backs to the sheriff. “Fresh blood,” Dean commented.

“Yes, it is,” the sheriff agreed.

Dean poked a little at the deer. “Still warm. That means it died after we got the call,” he whispered to his companions.

They all turned around at the same time, and the sheriff had his gun trained on them. “Couldn't just accept that all was good and move on, could you? You have no idea what you've walked into, do you? No matter. You won't be walking out.”

Before the sheriff could move Liam pulled his silver knife he was still carrying and launched it so it hit the sheriff in the chest. Then he walked up to the body to retrieve his knife. Sam was behind him and noticed a silver bullet around the sheriff’s neck. “Hey. Look at this,” he pulled it off.

Dean glanced at it. “I've seen that before. Yeah, that is a favorite accessory of the good reverend and his flock.”

“Ragnarok?” Sam read the word etched into the bullet.

“Yeah, that's, uh, Thor, Loki, Odin stuff, right?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, it's Norse mythology's end of days. But why is it etched onto a bullet?”

“Who cares? We got all the answers we need.”

“I don't know, Dean. I think we need more.”

“Oh, what? Sheriff Andy Taylor here wasn't good enough for you?”

“Enough to kill Garth? Come on, man. Let's do this right.”

“Sam’s right,” Liam agreed. “I didn’t get the creepy vibe from all of them, just some of them, and Garth really seems to believe in what is going on.”

“All right, fine. Clean this up, grab Garth, lock him up until we figure out what's what. I'm gonna go with Liam to check out that church.”

Dean and Liam got into the Impala and Dean pulled out onto the road. “So, you keep me with you to protect me, huh?” Liam commented.

“It gives me peace of mind, yes. I don’t mean to imply that you can’t take care of yourself. The way you just took out that sheriff, that was a nice shot. Also, I just like your company.”

“So, you still want to marry me? Stand up in front of people and make that ultimate commitment.”

“Yeah. I mean, I gotta be honest with you, the word commitment scares me a little, but I know that I don’t want anyone else. Satisfied?”

“For the moment. Maybe after we finish up here we can climb into bed and you can convince me further.”

They pulled up to a white church and broke into the sanctuary. They poked around with flashlights until Dean found a book on Norse mythology. Scanning through it he found a chapter on Ragnarok. Then he sat down at the computer to do a little search. His phone rang and he reached to answer it. “Hey. Did you find the lovebirds?”

“No,” Sam answered. “Place is a wreck. No Garth, no Bess.”

“What, they were taken? Well, that's fan-friggin'-tastic.”

“Tell me you got something.”

“Well, this, uh...Ragnarok, end of days crap, star of the story is a wolf named Fenris, who kills the God Odin before the world ends.”

“Okay. And that helps us how?”

“There are cults that consider Fenris a wolf deity and worship him. They call themselves the maw of Fenris.”

“A cult of werewolves?” Sam chuckled. “What do they want?”

“Well, Ragnarok is not just a Bible story to these nut jobs. It's an action plan; human extinction, total and complete werewolf domination.”

“And what? This is the ground zero for their movement?”

“Freaking Wisconsin, man. Well, time for Reverend Jim to go down.”

“Yeah. Need any help?”

“No, we got it. You just, uh, you find Garth.”

“Alright.”

They heard a car door slam shut and they hid. Reverend Jim came in and walked down the aisle, pausing after a moment. “It's no use, you two. I can hear your heartbeats. You must've done this countless times, yet one of you is still nervous.”

They stepped out of the shadows, Dean with his gun drawn. “Nothing wrong with a little fear. It's what makes us human.”

“Fear is not a purely human instinct. Even monsters know fear. I came to work on my sermon.”

“Well, why don't you start by preaching to me about the maw of Fenris? Yeah, that's right. I know all about you and your pack's little plan.”

“I assure you, we are planning nothing.”

“No? Well, then, why did I read about it in your good book?”

Reverend Jim let out a little sigh. “Because generations ago, that hate and misplaced anger was part of our beliefs. But ever since I took over here, I have eradicated it from our congregation.”

“Yeah, well, apparently, some of them didn't get the word, like the good sheriff, who just tried to off us.”

“Unfortunately for him I’m a little bit faster,” Liam commented.

“Sheriff Pat?” Reverend Jim looked truly surprised.

“Let me see your bullet,” Dean demanded. He grabbed it to inspect it but there was nothing etched on it. “Where is it?”

“Where's what?”

“Ragnarok.”

“What?”

“It was etched into the sheriff's bullet.”

“That's impossible. The maw is dead.”

“Yeah, well, tell that to Garth and your daughter, who are missing.”

Realization suddenly dawned on the reverend’s face. “No.”

Dean picked up his phone and tried to call Sam, but there was no answer. “Sam, pick up, damn it!” he growled, then grabbed Liam by the wrist and dragged him out to the car where they took off for the farmhouse.

When they got there Dean hung his jacket on a fence post and lurked in the shadows while silently motioning for Liam to go explore. Minutes later Russ came out and went over to the jacket. Dean sneaked up from behind and stabbed him in the back.

Then he put Russ’ coat on and made his way into the barn where Joy had Garth, Bess, and Sam all tied up. Joba tackled Dean from the hayloft and the two wrestled until Dean got the upper hand and stabbed him too.

Joy glared at him. “Wearing Russ' coat to hide your scent, smart.”

“Oh, I'm full of surprises.”

“Where’s the other one? I smell him, but I don’t see him.”

The answer came when a shot rang out from behind her. She was struck in the back with a silver bullet and fell dead. Liam came out of the shadows with a smirk. Dean shook his head. “You need to teach me how you do that sometime.”

Liam chuckled as he leaned down to start untying Garth. “A master never reveals his secrets, my dear.”

Once everyone was untied Reverend Jim arrived and Bess stood with him trying to console her father. The guys stood with Garth. “Be good. Hear me?” Sam said to him.

Garth gave him a little smile. “I will. Thanks, Sam.”

Sam gave Dean a quick cold glare as he headed out to the car. Dean’s shoulders dropped, but he turned his attention to Bess and Reverend Jim. “How's he doing?”

“He's taking it pretty hard,” Garth answered. “Feels like he should have seen the signs earlier.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you were right. He seems like a good man considering.”

“Yeah. And you were right. Everything around here wasn't copacetic. I screwed up again. First Kevin, now this.”

“Hey. Kevin? That's on me. I'm the one that pulled him into all this. I'm the one that should've been there to protect him.”

“Well, I guess there's enough of that blame to go around, then. Dean, I know this may sound a little crazy, but... Maybe I could come back and hunt with you. I mean, with my werewolf mojo, we'd have an advantage.”

“Yeah, look, Garth...”

“No, Dean. I want to make this right. I never should've left you guys, especially Kevin. Kevin was my friend. Friends don't do that.”

“Well, hey, you said it, you know, who cares where happiness comes from? Look, we're all a little weird, we're all a little wacky, some more than others, but if it works, it works. You got something here. Okay? Even though they are werewolves. Or Lycanthropes, whatever. Don't let that go. Okay? You'll never forgive yourself. Besides, somebody's got to live to tell this damn story someday, and who better than you? Now shut up and come here,” Dean opened his arms for a hug.

“Really?”

“Hurry up before I change my mind.”

Garth hugged Dean, then Liam before they left. There was uncomfortable silence in the car as they drove Sam back to Garth’s apartment to his car. Then Sam went to get out. “I'll send you that postcard.”

Sam was almost to the car when Dean jumped out. “Hey. Uh, listen, that night that, uh... You know, we went our separate ways...”

Sam turned around. “You mean the night you split?”

“Fair enough. I was messed up, man. Kevin was dead, and I...I don't know what I was.”

“Okay.”

“Hell, maybe I still don't. But, uh... I know I took a piece of you in the process, and for that… Somebody changed the playbook, man, you know? It's like what's right is wrong and what's wrong is more wrong, and... I just know that when... When we rode together...”

“We split the crappiness,” Sam finished the sentence.

“Yeah, so...”

“Okay. But something's broken here, Dean.”

“I'm not saying that it's not. I... I just think maybe we need to put a couple W's on the board and we get past all this.”

“I don't think so. No, I wish, but... We don't see things the same way anymore; our roles in this whole thing. Back in that church, talking me out of boarding up hell? Or tricking me into letting Gadreel possess me? I can't trust you, not the way I thought I could, not the way I should be able to.”

“Okay, look. Whatever happened... We are family, okay?”

“You say that like it's some sort of cure all, like it can change the fact that everything that has ever gone wrong between us has been because we're family.”

“So, what, we're not family now?”

“I'm saying, you want to work? Let's work. If you want to be brothers... Those are my terms.”

Dean gave a little nod and Sam got back into the Impala.
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Hunting Humanity VIII