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Hunting Humanity III	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1200 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Liam came down for breakfast one morning sniffling and coughing. “I think my head turned into a snot filled balloon overnight,” he whined.

“Poor baby,” Natalie frowned. “First the flu, and now a cold.” She put an omlette in front of him then backed away with her fingers making a cross sign. “Back, you evil contagious beast!” she chuckled. “I’m only joking, mostly… I really can’t afford to catch that cold right now.”

“Maybe we should lock him in the bedroom and cut a flap in the door to slide him orange juice,” Sam said with a little smile.

“Funny...” Liam shot him a look. “I can’t help being sick.”

Dean came in also looking like crap. “Anyone catch the number of that bus that hit me?”

“You too?” Sam chuckled and shook his head. “Not surprising given the way you two like to share germs. I guess we should lock them both up, or, since it’s just a cold, go on a case.”

“You got one of those?” Dean asked while he ate.

“Yeah, in Bedford, Iowa. Guy beat his wife's brains out with a meat tenderizer. And not the only one. Third local inside two months to gank his wife. No priors on any of them, all happily married.”

“Alright, well I guess we'd better have a look,” Dean nodded.

They packed up and made a quick stop at the pharmacy for drugs that would help them breathe before they left. Their first stop was to visit the jail pretending to be lawyers. They wanted to talk to Mr. Benson to see if maybe it was some kind of possession. It didn’t seem so. He confessed to being very clearheaded and extremely remorseful. The only thing they did get out of him was that he did it for a stripper named Jasmine. He didn’t know much about her, just that he’d met her at a buddy’s bachelor party and she was perfect.

Sam went to the hospital to talk to the doctor who had done the workup on the murdering men while Dean and Liam went to dig further on the men. Liam and Dean entered the doctor’s office when they finished. “What'd we miss?” Dean asked.

“Ah, these are my partners, Agent Murdoch, and Agent Hansen,” Sam introduced them.

The doctor shook their hands. “I'm Doctor Roberts. So, um, can I help you with anything else?”

“Just one more thing,” Sam said. “This chemical, this...”

“Oxytocin.”

“Oxytocin. What would cause those high levels that you found?”

“Nothing that I've ever seen.”

“OK. That's it,” Sam smiled. “Thanks Doc.”

They left her office and stood out in the hall. “So Whylie and Snyder totally fessed up, huh?” Sam turned to his brother.

Dean nodded. “One emptied his IRA, the other, his kids' college fund, all on the same day.”

“These guys have affairs too, with a stripper also known as Jasmine?” Sam asked.

“Yes and no. This is where it gets interesting. Each guy hooked up with a different chick. They all described their stripper in the same way, the exact same way. Perfect, and everything that they wanted.”

“You know, it's almost like they were under some kinda love spell,” Sam sighed.

“Sure seems that way,” Dean nodded.

They went to the Honey Wagon where each of these men met their dream girl. Dean and Liam talked to the manager and got nowhere fast. The strippers were paid in cash, he never bothered to learn their names, and he didn’t give a crap that three of his customers had murdered their wives.

“Any luck?” Sam asked them when they met up again.

“No. You?” Dean answered.

“A little. I just talked to Bobby, we officially have a theory. It’s a siren.”

“Like Greek myth siren, the Odessy?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, actually. But the siren's not actually a myth, it's more of a beautiful creature that preys on men, enticing them with their siren song.”

“So they shake their thing and the guys zombie out.”

Liam started for the door. “Babe, where you going?” Dean asked.

“Fresh air,” Liam answered. “And keep your eyes in your head while I’m gone.” He went outside and pulled out his phone, dialing Bobby’s number.

“Yeah?” Bobby answered.

“Hey, do you really think what we’re dealing with is a siren?”

“Yeah, makes sense, but why are you calling me again?”

“Because I need a big favor if that’s the case.”

“I’m listening.”

“I need you to go to Jamaica, Vermont. The address is four eighty three Eldritch Road, old run down cabin. You’ll have to pick the lock and avoid the trip wire just inside the door. Go down to the cellar, there’s a big shelf in the center. On the side facing the stairs third panel over bottom shelf there is a box. In that box is a broken spear with a gold spear tip. Get it and bring it here please.”

“That address, that’s your old flame’s house, isn’t it?” Bobby asked.

“Yes, and if we’re dealing with a siren I really need that spear. If not for me, for the boys.”

“Alright,” Bobby sighed. “I’ll go get you your spear.”

“Thank you. Bye.”

Sam and Dean came out as he hung up. “Who were you talking to?” Dean asked.

“Bobby,” Liam answered truthfully.

“But I just finished talking to him myself?” Sam looked confused and skeptical.

“I know, but I needed a favor and didn’t know who else to call. You guys keep saying how he’s always been there for you, so...”

“What favor?” Dean asked.

“Purple.”

“Liam, what aren’t you telling us?”

Liam sighed. “You will see. Just concentrate on finding the siren and all will be right with the world.”

There was another murder that night. Sam went to go investigate. Liam went to take a shower and Dean picked up his phone and started going through it. “Don’t trust me?” Liam came out.

Dean sighed and put down the phone. “You really did call Bobby.”

“Yeah,” Liam nodded and sat on the bed. “I don’t lie to you, remember.”

“You did once about food. But anyway, you not telling me about something makes me nervous because you are usually so honest.”

Liam sighed. “He’s getting something for me, okay?”

“Does it have to do with the siren?”

“Yes. Something that can kill it.”

“Why didn’t you just say that?”

“I don’t know… Maybe because he has to go all the way to Jason’s house to get it. I didn’t want to bring his name up again.”

Dean pulled Liam into a kiss and pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him. Sam came in and loudly cleared his throat and they jumped apart. “Lenny Bristol was definitely another siren victim. He brought home a stripper named Belle. Couple of hours later he offed his mother. Belle, of course, went MIA.”

“Wait, he killed his mom?” Dean looked disturbed.

“The woman he was closest to,” Sam said. “That seems to be how it works. Something I found out is they seem to infect men with something like venom during sex. The best way to kill them is stabbing them with a bronze knife coated in the blood of their victims. Their own venom kills them.”

“So, we gotta go back to the jail then?” Dean asked.

“No,” Liam shook his head. “It’s out of the systems of those men by now.”

“I have another idea,” Sam said.

“Okay, well, I have a major headache,” Liam sighed. “So go on without me.”

Dean kissed his forehead and they headed back to the hospital to see the doctor. “Agent Stiles. Can't stay away, huh?” she gave Sam a charming smile.

“Actually, uh, we're here on business. About the blood samples. The ones with the high oxytocin? You still have them?” Sam asked.

“Yes.”

“Good, we need them,” Dean said.

“What for?” she asked.

“Excuse me, Dr. Roberts?” a man approached her.

Dean flashed his fake FBI badge. “Excuse me, uh, we're a little busy here, buddy.”

The guy flashed his own FBI badge. “Yeah, so am I, pal.”

“Who are you?” Sam asked.

“Nick Munroe. Who are you?”

“I'm Special Agent Sam Stiles, this is my partner Dean Murdoch. What office are you from?”

“Omaha, Violent Crimes Unit. My SAC sent me down here to see about the murders. You?”

“DC Our Assistant Director assigned us. So, what do we do now?”

“Well,” Munroe sighed. “I found out all the perps were banging strippers from the same club. What do you say we, uh, go down there and check it out together?”

“You know what, that sounds like an excellent idea,” Sam said. “Just give me a second with my partner and we'll, uh...one sec. Come here,” he motioned to Dean. “Dude, you gotta stay with him,” he whispered to his brother. “Keep him outta the way.”

“Why me?” Dean narrowed his eyes.

“Because I gotta get the blood samples.”

“What the hell am I supposed to do with him?”

“Just take him to the strip club and keep an eye out for the siren.”

Dean sighed and turned to Munroe. “Alright, we're taking my ride, no complaining about the tunes.”

Sam returned to Cara. “You want this blood because…?” she asked.

“Uh, we'd like to run some tests.”

“You know, I've run every test there is. It's, um, my job. Notice the lab coat.”

“I’m sure you ran every test you could,” Sam nodded. “But the lab rats back in DC, there’s some cutting edge stuff they’ve been working on. You never know, it might turn something up.”

“If you say so,” Cara shrugged and moved to get the samples. “What the hell?”

“What?” Sam asked.

“The blood's gone.”

She got onto her computer and started going through the security footage. “We've watched them twice. Whoever took the blood... “

“Must have tampered with the tapes. Who has access to your office?” Sam asked.

“Everybody. I don't lock it. I've never had this problem before. What is so important about the blood anyway?”

Sam sighed. “I think someone drugged the men, made them commit murder.”

“What? What kind of drug?”

“I'm not sure yet.”

“I don't know. I mean, I interviewed those guys and they had their reasons.”

“Yeah but they all loved their victims.”

“I'm sure they did. Come on. Haven't you ever been in a relationship where you really love somebody and still kinda wanted to bash their head in?”

“Not me. Sounds like you're speaking from experience though.”

Cara opened a bottle of whiskey and poured two glasses. “Really?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“It's medicine. I'm a doctor,” she smirked.

Sam shook his head and took a drink. “Whatever,” Cara sighed. “We've all got our own sad stories, so... screw it. Have fun, no regrets and live life like there's no tomorrow. For instance, I have been thinking about you, all night. Well, parts of you.”

“Just parts?” Sam swallowed hard and blushed slightly.

“Like your lips. They're very distracting. It's a problem. And I can't stop thinking about kissing them.” She moved in to kiss him. Sam tensed and started to push her away, but her hand moved to stroke his crotch and his resolve melted.

Liam was sleeping when there was a knock at the door. He got up to answer it, finding Bobby with spear in hand. “Here you go,” Bobby held out.

“Thanks,” Liam gave him a smile.

“Where are the idjits?”

“Out working I imagine. I had a headache from this damn cold, so I stayed here.”

“I see. You know, I saw a lot of stuff down in that cellar. You’ve been seriously holding out on us, boy.”

Liam sighed. “I just don’t like to go there. Too many memories, and that’s all his stuff.”

“Yeah, old stuff that’s made for killing monsters. Jason is long gone, you really think he’d mind?”

“Probably not. Look, we needed the spear, and...” he held it up, “here it is, so I’m not completely holding out. That’s more stuff than they can fit in the trunk of the car anyway, but you’re welcome to go back and go through it all.”

“Maybe I will,” Bobby nodded. “Some of that stuff looked pretty old and useful. What the hell was he doing with a demon scrying bowl anyway?”

Liam shrugged. “He found listening to demon chatter useful at times.”

“Okay, well, there’s your spear. Good luck killing the bitch. Call me if you need anything else.”

Bobby left and minutes later Sam came back. “I am such scum. No, I’m worse than scum.” Sam looked pained.

“What? Why?” Liam asked.

Sam sighed heavily. “I slept with Cara.”

Liam lowered himself down on the bed. “Holy...”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded as he sat on the bed and fell back with his eyes closed.

“You can’t hide that from a mind reader.”

“I know!” Sam cried. “I just… I fucked everything up!”

Liam suddenly perked up and then went to hide in the bathroom. Munroe and Dean came in both with smiles on their faces. Sam stood. “Hey, guys, did you-”

Dean suddenly grabbed Sam and held a knife to his throat. Sam swallowed hard. “I gotta tell ya, you're one butt ugly stripper.”

“Well, maybe,” Munroe shrugged. “But I got exactly what I wanted. I got Dean.”

“Dean, come on man, this isn't you. You can fight this. Let me go,” Sam pleaded.

Munroe chuckled. “Why don't you cut him? Just a little, on his neck right there.” Dean did as instructed and made a shallow cut on Sam’s neck. “Dean's all mine.”

“You poisoned him.”

“No. I gave him what he needed, and it wasn't some bitch in a G-string. It was you. A little brother that looked up to him, that he could trust. And now he loves me. He'd do anything for me, and I gotta tell you, Sam, that kind of devotion? I mean, watching someone kill for you? It's the best feeling in the world.”

“Is that why you're slutting all over town?”

“Ahh. I get bored, like we all do. And I wanna fall in love again. And again...and again.”

“I'll tell you what. I have fought some nasty sons of bitches, but you are one needy pathetic loser.”

“You won't feel that way in a minute.”

Munroe opened his mouth to spit at Sam, but his eyes widened and his body jerked when the gold tip of a spear protruded through his chest. The spear was pulled out and Munroe fell dead, revealing Liam behind him holding the weapon.

Dean blinked and immediately released Sam. “Sam, oh, god, I just almost...”

“It’s okay,” Sam assured him. “You were under the siren’s spell. I wish I was dead right now anyway.”

“You don’t mean that,” Dean shook his head. “What’s so bad that would make you say such a thing?”

Sam sat his brother down and told him what happened with Cara. “You fucking didn’t!” Dean’s eyes widened.

“I did,” Sam’s shoulders dropped. “And I don’t know why. I started to tell her no, but then her hand… and I...”

“Dude, Natalie is going to skin you alive.”

“Which is why I wish you would’ve done it nice and quick.”

“Oh, no, we are gonna go back, and you are gonna be a man and own up.”

Sam nodded and in the morning they got back in the car and drove home. Natalie came out to greet them, and she frowned when she saw Sam. “Something’s wrong. Sam, what is it?”

“Natalie, can we go up to the bedroom and talk in private?”

“Um, sure.”

Minutes later screaming could be heard coming from upstairs. Dean and Liam waited in the sitting room, their bags still by the door. Sam came down forty five minutes later with tears in his eyes. Dean and Liam looked at him. “She needs to think about things.”

“Does that mean we’re headed to a motel?” Dean asked.

“No,” Sam shook his head and wiped his eyes. “She’s not taking it out on you two. I’ve just been kicked out of the bedroom until she decides what she wants to do.”
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