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Hunting Humanity IV	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1064 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Here you are,” Natalie set a folder down in front of Dean. “Your genealogy going way back on your father’s side. It looks like Michael was telling you the truth. The guy I hired traced your family line way back to Ethan and Cassandra Winchester. Cassandra’s father was Evan Spencer, son of Daniel and Melissa Spencer. Melissa Spencer died in childbirth with their second son, Liam Spencer, who managed to fall off the map,” she looked over to Liam.

Dean took the papers and looked at them. “Huh, small world,” he looked up at Liam who seemed nervous. “Something wrong, Babe?”

Liam shrugged. “I keep worrying that this little tidbit of information is going to change things. I mean, technically what we’ve been doing is incest.”

“Which we didn’t know when we met. Have your feelings for me changed?”

“No.”

“Mine either. Like I said, so many generations removed. It’s very weird that I’m in love with my ancestor’s brother, but I am. The only part that freaks me out a little is the blood in my veins came from the bastard that is your father. But hey, your brother seemed like a cool little twelve year old, so I guess it’s all good that I’m descended from him.”

Liam smiled at John who was chewing on his favorite farm animal book in his high chair. “This means that a little bit of my brother is in him too.”

“Crap,” Sam groaned.

“What?” Dean asked.

“Michael told you the vessel thing went from oldest child to oldest child. Since you clearly are not having any kids, does it stop with you, or…?” he looked to John.

“Hey Cas!” Dean called out.

“Yes?” Castiel appeared in the kitchen.

“Question for you. Michael told me about this vessel contract he made with great granddaddy Daniel Spencer.”

“Ah, yes, the contract, what about it?”

“You knew?” Dean’s eyes widened.

“Yes. Humans make deals with demons everyday, but it isn’t often a devout man signs a contract with an archangel.”

“Okay, so, this thing, it passes from eldest child to eldest child. I am the eldest child, but I ain’t having any kids. Does that end the stupid contract?”

“No. It then passes to the child of the next eldest.”

“In other words, to my son?” Sam looked like he might break something.

“Yes.”

“How the hell can we be held to a contract that was made hundreds of years before we were born?” Dean growled. “And wait, that also means you knew I was screwing my great great uncle. How is it that it never crossed your mind to mention any of this to us?”

Castiel shrugged. “It didn’t seem like important information. Ten generations have passed between you and Liam. You make each other happy, and you can’t reproduce. Even if you could reproduce, I repeat, ten generations have passed.”

“It’s a horrible thing to say,” Sam sighed, “but Dean and I both should’ve had vasectomies so this damn contract didn’t get passed on.” He put his head down on the table next to John.

John reached out to grab at his hair. “Dada,” he uttered.

Sam looked up with wide eyes. “Did I just…? Did he just…?” He looked to Natalie who smiled.

“Yeah, he just said his first word,” she nodded and reached to stroke John’s hair. “That’s right, sweetie, that’s Daddy.”

Dean looked to his brother. “Still think having a kid is so horrible?”

Sam sighed and picked John up to snuggle him. “It’s just not fair. Three hundred and fifty years ago a man gets really love struck and instead of making a deal with a demon like a normal person that would affect only himself, he strikes up a conversation with an archangel that screws us all. If we somehow manage to keep the world from ending but Michael needs a vessel later it’s going to be one of my descendants that gets hounded. I don’t like that.”

“Michael still needs Dean’s permission,” Castiel pointed out.

Sam kissed John’s cheek. “I do love you, buddy, I just wish our family wasn’t cursed by idiot forefathers.”

Dean’s phone rang and he picked it up. “Hey, Bobby, what’s up?” After a short conversation that didn’t look like a pleasant one Dean hung up. “Okay, so Bobby just saw on the news that two people out there ate each other to death,” Dean looked like he might gag. “He wants us to check it out.”

“Okay,” Sam sighed and handed John to Natalie.

They packed up and got ready to head out. On the way to the car Dean held out the keys to Liam. “You know what, I think it’s time you drive for once.”

“I couldn’t,” Liam bit his lip and looked away.

“Babe, you haven’t gotten behind the wheel since the accident. That’s a horse I really want to see you get back on. You started out horrible I’m told, but you turned into a good driver. The accident was not your fault. Since it was Natalie’s car she got a copy of the police report, and she saw the camera footage that day in court. You did absolutely nothing wrong. Come on, drive for at least a little bit. Driver picks the music, I know how you like that.”

Liam gave a small smile and took the keys. “Okay, for a little bit.”

They pulled out of the driveway and Liam seemed nervous at first, but relaxed after a bit. When they arrived they split up. Sam went to interview the woman’s roommate in the apartment where the bodies were found. Liam and Dean went to the coroner’s office to look at the bodies. “How’d it go?” Dean asked Sam when they met back at the motel.

“Um, no EMF, no sulfur. Ghost possession and demonic possession are both probably out.”

“Well, then what? Oh, dude! At the coroner's, you didn't see these bodies. I mean, these two started eating and they just... kept going. I mean, their stomachs were full. Like Thanksgiving dinner full. Talk about co dependent.”

“Well,” Sam shrugged. “I mean, we got our feelers out. Not much more we can do tonight. Alright, I'm just gonna go to my room and go through some files. You two can do your thing.”

“Our thing?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Unleash the kraken. See you tomorrow morning.”

“I don’t follow,” Liam looked at him funny.

“Guys, it’s Valentine’s Day. You know, the day of romance… If we were actually home I might’ve hired a sitter and tried something with Natalie because like I said, romance with us is drowning in diapers.”

Dean and Liam looked at each other and both shrugged. “Why does a date on the calendar have to determine when we have sex?” Liam asked. “I don’t think either of us is in the mood.”

“Is this the whole we’re related thing?” Sam asked. “You two were happy before you knew. You really going to let that tear you apart and make you miserable again?”

“No,” Dean shook his head. “We had sex the night after we find out. We just aren’t in the mood tonight. Can we work please?”

Sam sighed and sat back down. “Okay… You’re not in the mood.”

A little later that night they heard of a murder suicide and went to the coroner’s to check it out. “Agent Marley, you just can't stay away,” Dr. Corman greeted Dean.

Dean smiled at him. “Heard you tagged another double suicide.”

“Well, I just finished closing them up.”

Dean motioned to Sam. “Dr. Corman, this is the third part of our little trio, special agent Cliff.”

Dr. Corman shook Sam’s hand. “I've finished my prelims. I pulled the organ sets and sent off the tox samples.”

Sam nodded. “Great. You mind if we take a look at the bodies?”

“Not at all. But like I said their good and plenties are already tupperwared.” He tossed Dean a set of keys. “Leave the keys with Marty up front. And please, gentlemen, refrigerate after opening.”

They sat at a table examining organs. Dean slid a heart over to Liam. “Be my Valentine?”

Liam chuckled and shook his head. “Wait a second. These hearts both have identical marks. Check this out. It looks like some kind of letter. Oh, no.”

“What?” Dean asked.

Liam took a closer look. “I think it's Enochian.”

Dean leaned in to look too. “You mean like angel scratches? So you think it's like the tagging on our ribs?”

“Maybe,” Liam shrugged.

Dean pulled out his phone. “Cas, it's Dean. Yeah, room 31-c, basement level, St. James medical center.”

Before he could blink Castiel was there. They showed him the marks. “You're right, Liam. These are angelic marks. I imagine you'll find similar marks on the other couples' hearts as well.”

“So, what are they? I mean, what do they mean?” Sam asked.

“It's a mark of union. This man and woman were intended to mate.”

“Okay, but who put them there?” Dean asked.

“Well, your people call them Cupid. What human myth has mistaken for Cupid is actually a lower order of angel. Technically it's a cherub, third class.”

Dean looked surprised. “You’re telling me Cupid actually exists?”

“Yeah, they're all over the world. There are dozens of them. It seems a Cupid has gone rogue and we have to stop him before he kills again.”

“Of course we do,” Dean sighed.

Castiel took them to a restaurant. They sat and ordered food. Dean looked to Castiel. “So, what, you just happen to know he likes the cosmos at this place?”

Castiel nodded. “This place is a nexus of human reproduction. It's exactly the kind of garden the Cupid will come to pollinate.” While the three men ate Castiel watched the room. “He's here. Meet me in the back.”

They followed the angel to the back. “Cas, where is he?” Sam asked.

“I have him tethered,” Castiel started a little chant. “Manifest yourself.”

Dean looked around. “So, where is he?”

Suddenly he appeared and grabbed Dean in a bear hug. Then he put him down and moved on Castiel, then Sam, then Liam. “What the hell?” Dean whispered to Castiel.

“This is their handshake,” Castiel answered.

“I don't like it,” Dean grumbled.

“No one likes it.”

“What can I do for you?” Cupid asked when he put Liam down.

“Why are you doing this?” Castiel asked.

“Doing what?” Cupid looked confused.

“Your targets,” Castiel sighed. “The ones you've marked, they're slaughtering each other.”

“Listen, birthday suit,” Dean interrupted. “We know, okay? We know you been flitting around, popping people with your poison arrow, making them murder each other!”

“What we don't know is why,” Castiel said.

“You think that I? Well, uh, I don't know what to say,” Cupid started to cry.

The four of them looked at each other awkwardly. Then Castiel approached him. “Um, look, we didn't mean to, um, hurt your feelings.”

Cupid turned around to give Castiel another hug. “Love is more than a word to me, you know. I love love. I love it! And if that's wrong, I don't want to be right! I was just on my appointed rounds. Whatever my targets do after that that's nothing to do with me. I was following my orders. Please brother. Read my mind. Read my mind, you'll see.”

Castiel nodded and looked into Cupid’s eyes, concentrating. “He's telling the truth.”

“Wait,” Dean shook his head. “You said you were just following orders?”

“Yep!” Cupid nodded.

“Whose orders?”

Cupid laughed. “Heaven, silly. Heaven.”

“Why does heaven care if Harry meets Sally?”

“Oh, mostly they don't. You know, certain bloodlines, certain destinies. Oh, like yours. Yeah, the union of John and Mary Winchester. Very big deal upstairs, top priority arrangement.”

“Are you saying that you fixed up our parents?”

“Well, not me, but... Yeah. Well, it wasn't easy, either. Ooh, they couldn't stand each other at first. But when we were done with them, perfect couple. And then the two of you,” Cupid pointed to Liam. “That was a major deal!”

“Wait...” Dean shook his head. “Someone up there decided to turn me into a bisexual and hand me that flaming nutbag? Why is everyone screwing with my life?”

“Um, Dean,” Sam got his attention. “I don’t think you have to worry about the nutbag anymore,” he pointed down the alley where Liam had disappeared.

“Crap!” Dean shouted and tried to run after him, but Liam was gone. “Why did you just let him leave?” he yelled at Sam.

Sam shook his head. “You’re the one who stuck his foot in his mouth. He probably just went back to the motel.”

Dean’s phone rang. “Yeah?” he answered. “Okay, we’ll be right there.”

They headed back to the coroner’s office. “You said you wanted to hear about any other weird ones,” Dr. Corman met them. He showed them the body of a man with a badly distended stomach. “Lester Finch. Pulled his records. Looks like this gentleman used to weigh four hundred pounds or so till he got a gastric bypass, which brought down his weight considerably. But then for some reason last night he decided to go on a twinkie binge.”

“So, he died from a twinkie binge?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Well, after he blew out the band around his stomach, he filled it up till it burst. When he could no longer swallow he started jamming the cakes down his gullet with a toilet brush, like he was ramrodding a cannon.”

Sam and Dean split up and did some research. When Sam returned to the motel Dean was curled up on the bed. “He came here, but he didn’t stay. His stuff is gone.”

“Dean, we have to focus. I ran into a demon,” he held up a briefcase.

Dean sat up. “What the hell does a demon got to do with this, anyway?”

Sam shrugged. “Believe me, I got no idea.”

Dean moved over the briefcase. “Let's crack her open. What's the worst that could happen, right?” They cracked it open and a bright light escaped. “What the hell was that?”

“It's a human soul. It's starting to make sense,” Castiel appeared with a burger in his hand.

“Cas,” Dean looked to him. “Please tell me you know where Liam is.”

“No, I don’t, but I doubt he’ll leave town.”

“What makes you say that? And when did you start eating?”

“My hunger, it's a clue, actually.”

“For what?” Sam asked.

“This town is not suffering from some love gone wrong effect. It's suffering from hunger. Starvation to be exact, specifically famine.”

Sam’s eyebrows raised. “Famine? As in the horseman? I thought famine meant starvation, like as in, you know, food.”

Castiel nodded. “Yes. Absolutely. But not just food. I mean, everyone seems to be starving for something. Sex, attention, drugs, love...”

Dean looked to the angel. “Okay, but what about you? I mean, since when do angels secretly hunger for White Castle?”

“It's my vessel Jimmy. His, uh, appetite for red meat has been touched by Famine's effect.”

“So, Famine just rolls into town and everybody goes crazy?” Dean sighed.

“Famine is hungry. He must devour the souls of his victims.”

Dean looked at the briefcase. “So, that's what was in the briefcase, the twinkie dude's soul?”

“Lucifer has sent his demons to care for Famine, to feed him, make certain he'll be ready.”

“Ready for what?” Sam asked.

“To March across the land.”

Sam sighed. “So, what, this whole town is just gonna eat, drink, and screw itself to death?”

Castiel nodded. “We should stop it.”

“Yeah, that's a great idea,” Dean grumbled. “How?”

“How did you stop the last horseman you met?”

“Astiratu fought and killed him,” Dean answered.

“Hence why Liam won’t leave town,” Castiel said, finishing another burger.

Dean shook his head. “Well, we can’t just sit here with our thumbs up our asses hoping he’ll do it.”

They went back to the coroner’s office. “Hey, Marty. Is Dr. Corman around?” Dean asked the assistant.

“You haven't heard?” Marty frowned at them. “Guy's been dry for the last twenty years, but this morning he left work, went home, and drank himself to death.”

“Would you give us a minute, please?” Dean asked.

“Sure,” Marty nodded and left them with the body.

“Thanks. Crap! I really kind of liked this guy,” Dean shook his head.

Castiel put his hand over the body. “They haven't harvested his soul yet.”

Dean nodded. “Well, if we want to play follow the soul to get to Famine, our best shot starts with the doc, here.”

They went out to the Impala to wait. Castiel came back with another burger. “Are you serious?” Dean looked at him.

“These make me very happy.”

“How many is that?”

“I lost count. It's in the low hundreds. Look there,” he pointed to a man with a briefcase getting into a black SUV.

Dean followed it and they were led to a restaurant. “Demons. You want to go over the plan again? Hey, happy meal. The plan?”

Castiel looked up at him. “I take the knife, I go in, I cut off the ring hand of Famine, and I meet you back here in the parking lot.”

“Well, that sounds foolproof,” Dean said as he waited several minutes. “This is taking too long.” He and Sam got out of the car and went in, finding Castiel gorging himself on raw ground beef. Then two demons attacked him behind.

They were secured and hauled before Famine, a feeble looking old man. “So this is your big trick? Huh? Making people cuckoo for cocoa puffs?” Dean scoffed.

Famine smirked. “Doesn't take much, hardly a push. Oh, America, all you can eat, all the time. Consume, consume. A swarm of locusts in stretch pants. And yet, you're all still starving because hunger doesn't just come from the body, it also comes from the soul.”

Out of nowhere the head of one of the demons rolled onto the floor. Everyone looked around, but no one saw anything suspicious. “Astiratu,” Famine growled. “I can feel him, he’s near. Find him!”

The demon’s scattered to search, and one by one they fell. Then Astiratu stood with his golden sword in front of Famine. “With War I got a fair fight, but this...” he chuckled before he plunged the sword into Famine’s chest. “Doesn’t leave a person satisfied.”

He turned to leave without even acknowledging Dean’s presence. “Astiratu!” Dean called out but was ignored. “Wait! Please!”

Astiratu turned and glared. “Not done poking the bear I take it?”

“Astiratu, please, I’m so sorry. I know, I got angry at my life being screwed with yet again, and I really stepped in it.”

“You’re sorry?” Astiratu growled. “It’s gonna take a little more than sorry. I mean, me, I’m practically numb to the betrayal thing anymore, but my human self… What if I told you my body was in an alley dying of hypothermia?”

Dean’s lip trembled. “Then I would get down on my knees and beg you to tell me where it is so I can go get it and warm it up.” A tear slid down Dean’s cheek. “Please, I am begging you! Tell me where you are and give me another chance! My stupid mouth chased away the best thing I ever had, and I will do anything I have to to get it back.”

“I don’t know if you can. What you said, it played right into my fears. You really hurt me, you cannot even comprehend how badly. My body isn’t really dying of hypothermia, but it is dying of a broken heart.”

“Please tell me where you are.” Dean started crying. “I know it’s my fault, but my heart is breaking too.”

Astiratu sighed. “Very well. Valley Inn, room 313.” Then Astiratu disappeared.

Dean immediately stared scouring the city for roses, and carried a glass vase full of a dozen red ones to the Valley Inn and went to the room to knock on the door. “Go away!” Liam shouted.

“Babe,” Dean shouted through the door. “Please open up!”

A minute or so later Liam opened the door, his eyes red and puffy and his cheeks tear stained. “How did you find me and what do you want?”

Dean held out the roses. “I have my ways, and I wanted to make it up to you.”

Liam took the roses and set them aide before trying to slam the door. Dean stuck his foot in and forced his way inside. “Liam, listen to me. What I said, it had nothing to to with you. I was just tired of destinies and always being jerked around. I opened my mouth without realizing I was slamming on the best gift I was ever given.”

Liam snorted. “Don’t worry. After a week or so Cupid’s magic will wear off and you’ll be back to normal.”

“If normal is lonely then I don’t want that. It’s been almost three years, Liam. We are way past Cupid’s magic and into something much deeper. I really love you, and I am so very sorry I hurt you. I never meant to. You know how I open my mouth without thinking sometimes. Please. What do you need me to do?”

“Give me some time,” Liam answered. “What you say when you’re not thinking speaks volumes you know. Just go.”

Dean sighed and nodded. “I really am sorry. We’ll be at Bobby’s visiting him.”

“Well?” Sam asked when Dean came out alone.

“He needs time,” Dean answered as he got into the passenger seat. “I told him we’d be at Bobby’s.”

Sam took the keys and started driving while Dean cried. They made it to Bobby’s and Dean curled up on the couch with a bottle of beer. For eight days he didn’t move much except to get more beer. Then there was a knock at the door. Bobby answered it. “Dean, it’s for you!” Bobby called out.

Dean got up and went to the door, his eyes widened when he saw Liam standing there. “Still want me?” Liam asked.

“God, yes!” Dean threw his arms around the blond and hugged him tight.
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