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Hunting Humanity V	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1229 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Liam was watching John play when Sam and Dean came in. Dean practically tackled Liam and kissed him passionately. Sam scooped up John and hugged him tight. “You look very happy to see me,” Liam looked confused. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing much,” Dean answered. “Just that if the Titanic never sank somehow that would have changed things to where Jason would’ve turned you human and you would’ve died in 1939, like way before I was born.”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “And no you means I never met Natalie, and John was never born.”

Liam blinked. “And how do you know all this?”

“Because Balthazar made it happen,” Dean stroked Liam’s hair. “For a little while Sam and I were in an alternate reality. I even drove a different car for crying out loud. We started on this job of people getting killed in really bizarre ways, and it turned out to be Fate killing all the people that should’ve never been born because the Titanic was supposed to sink. Fate even tried to kill us for stopping the prize fight between Michael and Lucifer. Cas saved us and filled us in. He even told me about you and took us to your grave. I didn’t miss you until then because I had never met you, but the sense of loss hit me then like a ton of bricks for some reason. Life without you kinda sucked by the way.”

Liam tried to let it all sink in. “So, because a boat didn’t sink I was human and died like two years after Jason?”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Not entirely sure how that worked. A lot of things were different, like Bobby was married to Ellen. Things turned out good for him, but Sam and I, we were alone and empty. You had met some hunter named Joe Stevens and he got you killed.”

“Joe Stevens,” Liam repeated the name. “Well, in this reality I still met him, but I had to kill him. I take it since we’re all here again that means the wrong was righted.”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Fate was bound and determined to kill Sam and I unless that happened, so Cas sent Balthazar back to fix it. Only Sam and I remember what happened because Cas wanted us to. I know a lot of people died horrible deaths that night, and fifty thousand or so people will never be born now, but if I get you out of the deal I’m really glad that boat sank.”

“Me too,” Sam nodded. “I mean, Bobby was still family, and so was Ellen, but only having them, it makes me really appreciate what I’ve got now.”

“What’s got you so appreciative?” Natalie came in.

“Very long story,” Sam pulled her in for a kiss. “What do you say we hand John over to his uncles tonight after dinner and I’ll tell you all about it in the bathtub?”

“I think that sounds like a very good idea as long as the uncles don’t mind.”

“Nah, I can watch the kid for a few hours and put him to bed,” Dean said.

A few days later they headed back to Bobby’s to see how he was doing. He was working on how to kill the mother, but getting nowhere fast. “Your grandpa seemed to know something about her,” Bobby looked to the boys. “Think he’s got anything that could help us?”

“Only one way to find out,” Dean picked up his keys.

They drove out to the Campbell compound which was now abandoned. Sam managed to find a trap door in Samuel’s office. “I'll be damned,” Bobby said as he watched Sam climb down the ladder.

Dean looked around at all the books. “So, Samuel collected all this stuff, huh?”

“Apparently,” Liam said as he fingered a book.

Dean nodded. “Alright, well, what are we looking for?”

“Well, anything that'll put a run in the Octomom's stockings. Pick a row,” Bobby said as he started looking through books.

They all four started searching through everything. After a few hours Liam pointed to the book he was reading. “It says here that the ashes of a Phoenix can burn the mother.”

Dean looked up. “Great. Where do we get one?”

Bobby shrugged. “You got me. I thought it was a myth.”

Sam grabbed another book. “Well, let's see if we can find something out about a Phoenix.”

About an hour later Dean smiled. “Guys, check this out. March 5, 1861. Sunrise, Wyoming. Gun killed a Phoenix today. Left a pile of smoldering ash."

“Really? Whose gun?” Sam asked.

“Colt's. Like the Colt. From Samuel Colt's Journal,” he showed them Samuel Colt’s journal.

“That's his?” Sam looked surprised.

“Dude, yes,” Dean smirked.

Bobby looked at him. “Well, what else did he say about the Phoenix? What does it look like? Has it got feathers?”

“It just says Phoenix."

“Did he say where he tracked it?”

“No, but I know where we can find one. March 5, 1861. Sunrise, Wyoming. We'll ‘Star Trek IV’ this bitch.” Everyone in the room just kind of stared at him. “It's like I don't even know you guys anymore. ‘Star Trek IV’. Save the whales. Look, we hop back in time, we join up with Samuel Colt, we hunt the Phoenix, and then we haul the ashes back home with us.”

“Time travel?” Bobby raised an eyebrow. “That's a reasonable plan?”

Dean nodded. We got a guy who can swing it. Castiel. The, uh, fate of the world is in the balance. So, come on down here. Come on, Cas, ‘I Dream of Jeannie’ your ass down here pronto. Please.”

A blonde woman appeared instead of Castiel. “I understand you need some assistance? How can I help you?”

Dean gave her a little smile. “Well, uh, we kind of need to talk to the Big Kahuna.”

“I'm here on Castiel's behalf.”

“Where is he?” Sam asked.

“Busy,” she answered.

Dean sighed. “Well, we've got a line on the mother of freaking everything, so...”

“I'm sure your issue's very important. But Castiel is currently commanding an army, so...”

Dean rolled his eyes. “So we get stuck with Miss Moneypenny.”

“So you need to learn your place,” she chided him.

“Look, I don't know who you think you are...”

“I'm his friend.”

“What, you think we're not?” Sam looked offended.

“I think you call him when you need something. We're fighting a war.”

“We get that,” Sam nodded.

“Clearly you don't, or you wouldn't call him every time you stub your toe, you petty, entitled little pie-”

Liam’s eyes blinked red. “I think you should be the one learning her place you self important pile of garbage. Do you even grasp what I could do to you right now?” he took a step forward.

“That's enough,” Castiel appeared. “Rachael, I think you owe Astiratu an apology.”

“But he-” she argued, but Castiel cut her off.

“He’s offended, and if he wanted he could turn you into a nice pair of earrings. Please don’t do that, by the way, my friend, I kind of need her.”

Rachael huffed. “Fine, I’m sorry.”

“Apology not sincere, but accepted anyhow because Castiel needs you,” Astiratu sat down.

Castiel turned to her. “Go. I'll come when I can.” He turned to the men. “Now, what do you need?”

Castiel agreed to help them and went back to Bobby’s with them. “Um, about your plan. You'll only have twenty four hours.”

“Wait, what? Why?” Sam asked.

“Well, the answer to your question can best be expressed as a series of partial differential equations.”

“Yeah, aim lower,” Bobby told him.

“The further back I send you, the harder it becomes to retrieve you. Twenty four hours is all I can risk. If I don't pull you home within that time, you'll be lost to me.”

Dean came in with a bunch of shopping bags. “Well, then we better get you a watch.”

“What did you do?” Liam asked.

Dean smiled at him. “We are going native. Got to blend in.”

Liam shook his head. “I love you, and you’re cute, but I think I’m good,” he motioned to his white button up shirt, jeans, and boots that looked like they had seen better days.

“Sam?” Dean turned to his brother.

“Look, just because you're obsessed with all that Wild West stuff...”

“No, I'm not.”

“You can recite every Clint Eastwood movie ever made, line for line.”

“Even the monkey movies?” Bobby asked.

“Yeah. Especially the monkey movies.”

Dean frowned. “His name is Clyde. At least wear the damn shirt.”

Sam sighed and grabbed the bag. They went to change and Dean came out wearing an entire outfit. “How do I look?” Dean looked happy.

“Um, love, you don’t want me to answer that,” Liam frowned.

Castiel looked at them. “I'll send you back to March 4th. That should give you time to find the Colt and this Phoenix creature.”

Dean nodded. “Alright, well, see ya at High Noon tomorrow.”

Liam grabbed Dean’s hand tight and Castiel touched Sam and Dean’s foreheads. Suddenly they were standing in Wyoming. Dean looked around. “Oh, now we're talking. Alright. Let's go find Samuel Colt.”

They walked into town and witnessed a hanging. Afterward they followed the sheriff. “Sheriff? Can we have a word?” Dean asked.

“Depends who's asking.”

“Clint Eastwood. And these two here are Texas rangers.”

“So, what can I do for you boys?”

“Uh, we're looking for a man,” Sam said. “We need to find Samuel Colt. Do you know him?”

“The gun maker?”

“Yeah. Is he in town?” Liam asked.

“Not that I know of. Might try asking Elkins over at the Saloon. Been here longer than God.”

Dean tipped his hat and they headed to the saloon. Dean looked around at the fairly empty place. “This is not awesome.”

They walked up to the bar. “What'll you have?” the bartender asked.

“You Elkins?” Sam asked.

“One and only.”

“You know a man named Samuel Colt?” Dean asked.

“He passed through here about four years ago.”

“He still around?” Liam asked.

“Rumor is, he's building a railroad stop twenty miles out of town, just by the Postal road. Middle of nowhere.”

“Howdy, boys,” a woman with a rash on her mouth approached them.

“Darla's my best girl,” Elkins smiled at them.

“Try me. You want a kiss?” she leaned up against Dean.

“So much more germier than I pictured,” Dean leaned away.

“Darla!” the judge came in. “I thought we had a date.”

Darla headed upstairs with the judge and Dean breathed a sigh of relief. “Wow, that was a close one.”

Liam shot him a look. “So um, you prefer her or me?”

“Definitely you.”

A few minutes later they heard Darla scream. They ran up to see what happened, and found her in the corner and a burned up skeleton on the bed. The sheriff came soon after. “It was a ghost!” Darla cried.

The sheriff shook his head. “It wasn't a ghost. Unless ghosts leave footprints,” he motioned to the footprints leading out of the room.

Darla looked freaked. “I am telling you, Elias Finch was here. He did... that, and then he walked out that door.”

The sheriff didn’t seem shaken. “Rope didn't kill him. Seen it before.”

“Well, you got any idea where he could be?” Sam asked.

“Could be a thousand places. We're gonna form a posse. Then we're gonna string Finch up right. Put a bullet in his head for good measure.”

“That actually sounds like a good plan,” Dean nodded.

“You three should come along. Meet downstairs at dawn.”

“Yeah, we'll be there,” Dean nodded, then turned to his companions. “Well, I think we ought to pay our respects to Finch.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” Sam agreed.

They headed to the cemetery to find Finch’s grave empty. Dean looked down at it. “Rose from the ashes, burned up its victim? You know, maybe we're not looking for a flaming bird. Maybe the Phoenix is actually walking around in cowboy boots.”

Sam nodded. “That makes sense, right? Could be Finch. So, question is, how do we put this thing out?”

Dean turned to his brother. “Well, we do know one thing that'll kill friggin anything, right?”

“Yeah, the Colt. But isn't the gun coming here? I mean, according to Samuel Colt's journal?”

Dean shrugged. “Yeah, but people here barely even know who Colt is. Maybe you got to go find him and make history. I'll stay here, hook up with the posse. Because you know me, I'm a posse magnet. I mean, I love posse. Make that into a t-shirt.” Liam smacked the back of his head. “Sorry.”

Sam sighed. “Look, the problem is, Colt's twenty miles outside of town. How am I supposed to get there and back before noon?”

Liam rolled his eyes. “Children of the modern age, I swear. Leave the gun to me. Stay here and try not to get yourselves killed.”

Liam sneaked off and several minutes later took off quick on horseback with a man running after him shouting and shooting. Dean looked to his brother. “Did he just steal a horse?”

Sam nodded. “Yep, he just stole a horse, and somehow I don’t think this is the first time he’s done it.”

Dean shook his head. “I don’t think so either.”

Liam found the house and peeked inside. “Hello?” When he walked inside he was splashed with holy water. “Okay, not a demon! Not a demon! Just a hunter.”

Samuel eyed him. “You're what?”

“You Samuel Colt? My name is Liam Spencer, and I’m a hunter in need of your help. I need your help killing a Phoenix.”

“A Phoenix? They exist?”

“Well, you shoot one in about three hours.”

“If you say so.”

“Well, the Phoenix is in Sunrise, so, uh, if we leave now, you can...”

“I appreciate your situation, but I'm not gonna be of any help to you. I'm booked.”

“But you're a hunter.”

“Retired. I'm out.”

“Now, look, we need to kill this Phoenix. Its ashes are the only thing that can kill the monster I'm hunting. So stow your crap for a few hours, and let's go. We got to go now. So, either you're coming with me, or I need the gun.”

“Oh, that gun. I lost it in a game of Stud.”

“You're lying.”

“Am I? Now, that doesn't sound like me.”

Liam sighed. “One, I am very good at telling when people are lying to me. Two, you shot a couple of demons with it less than an hour ago.”

“How do you figure?”

Liam pointed to the door. “Two pairs of boot prints. Cabin reeks of sulfur.”

“Not bad,” Samuel opened his jacket and revealed the gun holstered. “You don't want it. It's a curse. Believe me.”

“Great. Then let me take it off your hands.”

“You go put on a few more miles and come back, and we'll talk.”

“You don’t even want to know how many miles I have. I’m a lot older than I look. Give me the damn gun or I’m taking it by force. I really don’t have the time to screw around with this.”

Samuel laughed. “You’re unarmed, and you think you can take a gun off me by force?”

“I know I can. So, what’s it going to be, the easy way, or the hard way?” Samuel pulled the gun out and cocked it, aiming at Liam. “The hard way it is.”

A few minutes later Liam was on top of Samuel prying the gun out of his hand. “How did you do that?” Samuel asked in awe.

“Like I said, I’m a lot older than I look. You don’t wanna know the details.” He got up off him. “But I will give you something in return, a piece of advice. In about two years you’ll come across a very odd vampire. He bites on the arm, bandages his victims. You’re gonna want to poke, but my advice is don’t.”

“Why?”

“He won’t want to, but he’ll kill you. Bye,” Liam left.

He rode back into town and found Sam and Dean hiding in an alley. “There you are!” Dean looked around. “Where’s Colt?”

“Not coming, but...” he pulled out the gun.

“Hello, beautiful,” Dean reached for the gun.

Liam pulled it back. “For as enthralled with westerns as you seem to be you suck at this.”

Liam walked into the street. “Get out here, Finch!”

“What are you doing?” Dean asked from around the corner. “Are you crazy? Stupid question...”

Finch walked out. “Another hunter. So, this is how you want to die. Fine.”

The two men faced each other and waited until the clock struck noon to shoot. Liam shot Finch dead in the heart and he burst into flames leaving a pile of ashes. “Bottle!” Liam shouted.

Dean recovered from the shock and tossed Liam a glass bottle. Liam ran to start scooping up ashes. He had the bottle nearly full when they were suddenly back in Bobby’s library. Liam looked to Dean. “I think I deserve a kiss for all of that.”

“That you do,” Dean kissed him tenderly. “But I still cannot believe you stole a horse.”

“The term is borrowed without asking. I brought it back, after I borrowed the Colt without asking.”

“You what?” Dean’s eyes went wide.

Liam shrugged. “I tried asking nicely, it didn’t work.”

“You have borrowed without asking a lot, haven’t you?”

“When the need arises, yes. Gonna spank me for it?”

Dean chuckled. “Knowing you, you’d enjoy that too much.” He picked up the bottle of ashes. “But it all worked out. Now we can bring the fight to her.”
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