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Hunting Humanity X	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1093 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dean came down for breakfast early one morning to find Sam at the table with his laptop already open. “Morning,” Dean mumbled as he started making himself some toast.

“Morning,” Sam greeted him back. “Is that a bite mark on your neck?”

“Maybe. You wanted us to be quiet, so, he had to find another way to express himself.”

Sam shook his head. “I guess I just find it a little weird that a former vampire still likes to bite necks.”

“Among other things that can't be seen while I'm wearing clothes.”

“Didn't need that mental image.”

“What?” Dean finished buttering his toast and joined his brother at the table. “What we do is no secret. And besides, last night was Valentine's Day. You can't tell me you didn't...”

“That's between me and Natalie.”

“Did she like the locket my husband picked out and paid for?”

Sam shot his brother a little dirty look. “Yeah, she loved it. You know, it was my idea, and it's the thought that counts. What did you give Liam, other than the obvious?”

“Don't get so touchy. I gave him a full body massage, which he liked a lot. What are you doing up so early anyway?”

“Just keeping an eye on things. Check this out. Stacy Altman, nineteen year old babysitter from Hudson, Ohio was murdered last night.”

“Oh that blows. But if her name’s not Amara, how is that us?”

“Because her heart was ripped out,” Sam turned the screen so his brother could see it.

Dean looked it over. “On Valentines Day? What is that like an ironic werewolf? Alright, we’ll check it out. But first I need bacon.”

“No, first you need a shower.”

Dean smelled his armpit and recoiled a little. “You're not wrong. Maybe I'll go see if a certain pretty blond wants to join me. Then I can collect a few more bite marks.”

Sam shook his head. “You really do have a dirty mind. I'll make the bacon so we can eat and go.”

Hours later they were at the home where the murder happened, interviewing the couple while a forensic clean up crew worked in the living room. “It’s like we told the cops. Stacy came over about six o'clock. We went to dinner by the time we got home...” The husband explained.

“We found Stacy in the living room in a pool of blood,” the wife looked shaken. “Tegan in her crib hysterical. It was awful.”

“Can you think of any reason someone would want to hurt Stacy?” Dean asked.

Melissa shook her head. “No. Stacy was super sweet and popular and pretty.”

“Anyone who met her fell in love with her,” Dan said in an odd tone.

Dean nodded. “Maybe it was a crime of passion. Stacy have any crazy ex-boyfriends?”

“Not that I know of. Honey?” Melissa looked to Dan.

“Why would I have any idea?” Dan seemed a little nervous at the question.

“Was anything stolen? Any chance this may have been a robbery gone wrong?” Sam asked.

Melissa thought about it. “I don’t think so. I mean nothing was missing. Except for the nanny cam in the living room.”

“Thanks for your time,” Sam handed her a card. “Give us a call if something comes up.” When they were outside Sam turned to his companions. “Is it just me or is that guy acting a bit hinky?”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing,” Dean nodded.

“He was trying to hide something,” Liam agreed. “He was probably screwing the nanny.”

“Let’s split up,” Sam suggested. “You can drop me off at the morgue, and hit Dan at the office.”

“Yeah, maybe he’ll be a little more open without his wifey around,” Dean said as he got in the car.

After Sam was dropped off Dean and Liam went to Dan's office. They were let right in. “Please. Have a seat agents,” Dan greeted them. “What can I help you with?”

They sat on the sofa and Dean looked Dan in the eye. “I need you to be straight with me Dan.”

Dan got a little flustered. “I’m not sure what you mean agent.”

“I think you do. I think you’re hiding something. And you didn’t want to talk about it in front of your wife. You’re stooping the babysitter.”

Dan gave a nervous little laugh. “Excuse me?”

“Oh don’t act all fake offended. I’m actually trying to help you out here. Now personally, I don’t give a rat’s ass who you screw, but I would hate for your, uh, extra curricular activities to get you involved in a federal murder investigation. Or I could just go talk to your wife.”

“I wanna be straight with you agent. I really do. But I can’t.”

“Sure you can.”

“No. Really. I mean this is just too damn weird. You’d never believe me.”

“Try us,” Liam said. “We're pretty open minded.”

Dan sighed and reached into a drawer, pulling out a teddy bear. “Let me guess. The missing nanny cam,” Dean said.

“I was having an affair with Stacy. I only took the nanny cam because she kissed me in front of it. I forgot the damn thing was there.” He pulled the SD card out of it. “Anyway, I was gonna erase it as soon as we got home. But then we found Stacy’s body. Melissa ran upstairs for the baby and I...”

“Ran for the cam,” Liam guessed.

“I know it was a dick move. But I also know the cam must have recorded the murder. As soon as I erased the kiss I was gonna turn it over to the cops, I swear. Until I saw what was on it.” Dan started playing the video and it showed him entering the house and ripping Stacy's heart out. “I know that’s me, but I swear it wasn’t me. I would never hurt Stacy. I loved her. I was at dinner the entire time. If you don’t believe me, ask Melissa, or the waiter, or any of the other seventy five people that were there. You gotta believe me.”

“Relax, we do,” Dean assured him.

“You do?” Dan was very surprised.

“We deal with weird crap all the time,” Liam said as Dean took the SD card and put it in his jacket. “I mean, we're still gonna check your alibi, but you got the benefit of the doubt for now.”

“I need you to sit tight. Keep a lid on this for the time being okay?” Dean said.

“Okay,” Dan nodded as they left.

They headed back to the motel where Sam was waiting for them and doing some research. “Hey. Find anything?” Dean asked as they entered.

Sam sighed. “Yeah. Jack. Absolutely nothing points to werewolf.”

“Well, step aside Urkel.” Dean pulled the SD card from his jacket and put it into Sam's laptop. “It was Dan that stole the nanny cam.”

“He was stooping the sitter,” Sam guessed as the video started to play. Then he saw Dan enter. “Wait a second. I though Dan was at dinner with Melissa.”

“That's not Dan,” Dean informed him.

Sam then noticed that the Dan on the video had glowing eyes. “Shapeshifter.”

“But since when do shapeshifters rip out hearts like that?” Liam wondered out loud.

“That's what we figure out,” Dean patted him on the shoulder.

It wasn't long until they received word that Dan had been murdered in his office. Like Stacy, his heart had been ripped out. They went to the office and sat with his secretary to interview her. “You were the last person to see your boss alive. Did you see anything unusual?” Dean asked.

“Nothing unusual per se. Just kind of rude. This young girl, brunette, couldn’t have been more than nineteen, barreled out of the elevator as I was leaving. Nearly knocked me over.”

On a hunch Sam pulled out his phone and brought up a picture of Stacy that he showed to the secretary. “Is this her?”

The woman nodded. “Yeah. That’s the girl.”

“Thank you for your time ma’am,” Dean said before they turned to leave.

“Confirms we’re dealing with a shifter,” Sam said quietly.

Dean nodded. “Yeah. Who’s upping its game by impersonating dead people. I’m guessing it’s the wife.”

They drove straight back to the house to have a little chat with Melissa. “We're so sorry for your loss,” Liam offered their condolences.

Melissa's cheeks were damp from crying. “I just can’t even believe it. How is this even possible?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” Sam assured her. “I hate to have to ask this, but I need to ask you a difficult question.”

“Okay.”

“Were you aware that your husband was having an affair with your babysitter?”

She was quiet for a moment. “Yes. I knew. I know what you’re thinking. Jealous wife kills her cheating husband, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I loved Dan. Still do. It may sound pathetic, but I thought we still had a chance.”

“Well thank you for your time. We’ll leave you alone. Let you get some rest.”

“But before we go, would you mind writing down a phone number where we can get a hold of you in case we have any more questions,” Dean pulled a business card and a silver pen out of his pocket and slid it over to her on the counter.

“Sure.” She picked up the pen with no issue and wrote down a number.

“And if anything strange or out of the ordinary comes up, don’t hesitate to call. We’re staying at the motel on main street,” Sam said as he picked the pen and the card up.

“Alright, so Melissa’s not the shifter,” Dean sighed as they headed back to the car.

“And we are back to square zilch,” Sam got into the passenger seat.

Dean got into the driver's seat. “I need a beer, regroup. You guys with me?”

“I think I’ll pass,” Sam answered. “I’m gonna go hit the lore, but you go be you.”

Dean shrugged. “Suit yourself. Liam?”

“You know I don't like beer, but yeah, I'll come with you. I can keep an eye on you and relax at the same time.”

“You still don't trust me?” Dean was frustrated by that.

“Not in bars I don't. Elsewhere, I trust you completely, except maybe on Valentine's Day. You and temptation...”

Dean pulled out onto the road to take Sam back to the motel. “You really need to forgive me for my screw up at some point.”

“I told you when I took you back, it's gonna take time.”

“It's been how many years now? Sure, I've looked, but I haven't touched anyone but you.”

A few hours later Dean came back to the motel room holding up a very unsteady Liam. “Any luck?” Dean asked his brother who was still doing research.

“No,” Sam answered. “Have fun regrouping?”

“My date can't hold his liquor,” Dean said as he helped Liam to the bed.

“Your face is funny,” Liam laughed while he looked at Sam.

“Okay...” Sam brushed the comment off. “I thought he didn't like beer.”

“He doesn't,” Dean sat next to the blond. “But he does like whiskey sours. Go figure.”

“How many did he have?”

“Three in the last two hours.”

“I thought the Irish were supposed to be heavy drinkers.”

Dean looked down at a passed out Liam. “I think those genes skipped a generation. I mean, I don't know about great grand daddy Evan, but uh...”

“Well, you got those genes, so he must've had them.”

Suddenly there was frantic knocking at the door. Dean went to go answer it, and Melissa bolted in and slammed the door behind her. “Hey there. Everything okay?” Dean asked when he noticed she was shaking.

“No. Dan tried to kill me.”

“Dan, your dead husband, Dan?”

“You told me to come to you if anything strange or out of the ordinary happened? Well it did. And I think it’s all my fault.”

Dean guided her over to the table. “Okay, why don’t you come sit down.”

Melissa took a seat. “I swear. I really did love Dan. Maybe a little too much. I just wanted him to love me back. So I got some advice and I confided in my hairdresser about the affair.”

“Wait, women actually do that?”

“And she told me there was a way to get him back. I knew she uh, dabbled in stuff.”

“Wait a second. What kind of stuff are you talking about here?” Sam asked, though he already had an idea.

“She calls herself a white witch. Listen, I don’t know if you believe in that sort of thing. I usually don’t, but I was desperate.”

Dean sighed. “And let me guess. She gave you a spell.”

“Yes. A return to love spell. All I had to do was chant it and seal it with a kiss. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I swear. I just wanted my husband back.”

“Do you happen to have a copy of the spell on you?” Sam asked.

“Oh, yes.” She opened her purse and grabbed a piece of paper, handing it over.

Sam took it and started looking stuff up on his laptop. “Wow. Okay, for starters, not a spell. More like an Aramaic curse.”

“What?” Melissa was taken aback.

“This roughly translates to the kiss of death.”

“I swear. She never told me that.”

“What does the lore say?” Dean asked.

Sam closed the laptop. “There is no lore. My best guess is that this is the white witch’s home cooking.”

Dean lowered himself on the bed. “Terrific. Alright, so what do we know? Um, you kiss someone then they die.”

“I guess. Wait a second. You didn’t kiss Stacy,” Sam looked to Melissa.

“No, of course not,” Melissa seemed insulted by the idea.

“No, but Dan did,” Dean reminded his brother.

“So the curse is transmittable?” Sam found that interesting.

“Like a magic STD. Okay, that works. Kinda makes you nostalgic for good old fashioned herpes.”

“Oh god. I killed Dan and Stacy,” Melissa was horrified.

“You didn’t kill anyone. This is all on that witch,” Sam tried to calm her down.

“Riddle me this. Why did Stacy die first if she was kissed second?” Dean asked.

Sam shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe you’re safe if you can pass the curse on?”

“And then if that person dies then it comes back to you?”

“I mean that would make sense. It would explain why whatever this is, it's working its way back to Melissa.”

Melissa shook her head. “I’m sorry. I’m confused”

“Yeah cause it’s freaking confusing. Look long story short, it’s like a game of hot potato. You gotta keep paying it forward. You don’t, you die,” Dean explained.

“Melissa. This curse, it started with you. And I think it wants to end with you,” Sam looked concerned.

“But don’t worry, okay? We’re not gonna let that happen,” Dean tried to assure her.

Dan suddenly broke through the window and tossed Sam aside to get to Melissa. Dean shot at him, but the bullets had no effect. So Dean kissed Melissa while Sam got up and stunned Dan with a chair. “What the hell did you do?” Sam shouted.

“Come on. Let’s just go,” Dean said as he scooped Liam up and ran for the door. Sam and Melissa followed, and once they were all in the car Dean sped away. He pulled over several blocks later and got into the trunk. “I’d say that went pretty well. What do you think?” he said to Sam who got out with him.

“Wait. Are you serious? You think it’s a great idea to give yourself a fatal curse?” Sam couldn't believe it.

“Well, target's off her back ain’t it?”

“I’m just saying. You don’t have to do this. Be the guinea pig.”

“What?”

“Be the martyr. Try to carry the weight by yourself. Do this.”

“I’m gonna be fine, okay? And as long as I’m good, she’s good, and that’s the important thing. Besides, it proved our theory didn’t it? That this whole kiss of death thing is transmittable. I mean, I’m not asking for the Nobel here, but thank you.”

“How long do you think we have?”

“I don’t know. I mean it’s not like this thing is exactly following a pattern. I don’t even know what I’m looking for here. We cut out of there pretty quick though, so maybe I bought us some time.”

“What was that?” Melissa got out of the car.

Dean turned to her. “We thought it was something called a shapeshifter, but it can’t be because I pumped the thing full of silver and it didn’t even flinch.”

“What kind of FBI agents are you?”

“The fake kind,” Dean admitted.

“We're hunters,” Sam explained.

“Hunters?” she gave them an odd look.

“Look all you need to know is we save people like you from things like that,” Dean told her.

Sam sighed. “Even if it’s not a shapeshifter, it’s still shifting shapes. If we can find out what it is we can find out how to kill it.”

“Alright. What do you know about the white witch?” Dean asked Melissa.

Melissa shrugged. “Not much. Her name is Sonja. She’s kind of weird. I don’t know. She’s only been my hairdresser for a couple of months.”

“Do you know where she lives?”

“Not a clue.”

“Where did she give you the spell?” Sam asked.

“In the basement of her salon.”

“Then that's where we go,” Dean said as he got back in the car. A little while later he pulled up to the salon and read the sign on the front. “The art of dyeing. Well. Can’t say she didn’t warn you. Okay, now comes the part I'm not looking forward to. Wake my passed out husband next to you.”

“Your husband?” Melissa gave him the all too familiar look.

“Why is everyone so surprised? What, because I'm not into musical theater or a snazzy dresser I can't like another guy? He's blond, he's cute, and he's gonna kill me for kissing you.”

Melissa shook Liam awake, and when he was conscious enough to follow, they explained the situation to him, leaving the part about the kiss for last. “You what?” Liam shouted at that.

Dean sighed. “Oh yeah, that part sobered him up. Babe, simmer down. I did it to test the theory and get the heat off Melissa. If you're good now, we're gonna go try and figure out what we're dealing with, and kill it.”

“When it's dead I'm kicking your ass.”

Sam turned around toward Melissa. “Alright, just keep the doors locked and stay put until we get back. Unless Sonja shows up. Then use this on her.” He pulled out a knife.

“It won’t kill her, but it’ll slow her down,” Dean said.

Melissa was freaked. “Are you serious? I can’t stab anyone!”

“Listen to me. Sonja’s not just anyone. She’s a wicked witch who offed your husband and tried to kill you, so if she shows up here you punch her, you stab her, you drop a freaking house on her if you have to.”

They broke into the salon, and Sam handed Dean a gun. “Witch killing bullets.”

Dean took the gun. “We gotta come up with a better name than that.”

“Don't I get one?” Liam asked.

“I don't know, how sober are you?” Sam raised the question.

“I'm walking and talking,” Liam answered as he stumbled a little.

“You just can't do both at the same time,” Dean mumbled. “Go ahead and give him one. He's gotta be able to at least try to defend himself. Let's just hope he doesn't shoot one of us by mistake.”

Sam handed the gun over and they started looking through everything for a clue. Their search took them down into the basement. “Locked cabinet,” Sam said quietly as he was trying to get into a drawer. He picked the lock and pried it open “Lookie here,” he pulled out a book. “It looks like we’re dealing with a qareen.”

Dean took a look at the book over his brother's shoulder. “Never heard of it.”

“It’s a creature, corporeal in form. A slave to your commands.”

“Kinda like a genie.”

“I guess. Here we go. Someone chants a curse, lays a wet one on you, then the victim is seduced and killed by the qareen, but instead of taking the form of Barbara Eden, they present themselves as your deepest, darkest desire.”

“Makes sense why the sitter was killed by the husband. The husband by the sitter.”

“Yeah. And why Melissa was attacked by Dan. She really loved him.” Dean laughed at that. “What?”

“You know the silver lining about being cursed? I’ll finally get some face time with Daisy Duke. My deepest darkest desire.”

“Seriously?” Sam was a little surprised.

“You are really not helping yourself,” Liam said as he walked into a desk and fell.

“Watch it!” Dean helped him up. “One, I've had a crush on her since I was seven, thank you. And two, new rule. You don't drink on the job. Taking you to that bar was a mistake.”

“Talk about your double standards,” Liam mumbled.

“So Bach, not Simpson?” Sam tried to change the subject.

Dean shrugged. “Guess I wouldn’t say no to either. Alright, how do we kill it?”

Sam turned back to the book. “By stabbing it in its heart.”

Dean looked at the picture. “Well given that it has a giant hole in its chest, does it even have a heart?”

“Apparently not in him. The person who holds the qareen’s heart is the one who commands it.”

“So Sonja the hairdresser.”

“Alright, let’s find us a heart. I’ll take upstairs. Maybe you wanna sit him in a chair?” Sam motioned to Liam.

“Hey, I am fine!” Liam insisted.

Dean continued to search the basement for anything that looked like a heart, while Liam mostly knocked stuff over. “Could you at least try to be quiet?” Dean chided him. Then someone came down the stairs. “Find anything?” Dean asked without looking up, assuming it was Sam.”

“I understand Dean,” they heard Amara's voice.

“Is that right?” Dean turned to face her.

“The longing in your heart, I feel it too.”

“Well that’s touching considering that you don’t have a heart, qareen.”

“Who I am doesn’t matter. The real question is who are you?”

“What do you mean who am I?”

“You’re a mystery. I can see inside your heart. Feel the love you feel. Except it’s cloaked in shame. When it comes to this, you can’t help yourself, so why fight it. Just give in,” the creature moved a few steps closer.

“That's not Daisy Duke,” Liam commented. “That's....”

“I know who it is!” Dean snapped. He turned back to the creature. “You know what? You’re right. The real Amara does have a hold on me, but you? You're nothing but a cheap imitation.” The creature lunged for Dean, who evaded her attack. Liam tried to shoot her, but missed and almost hit Dean. “Put that thing away!” Dean shouted as he dodged another attack.

Amara chased him around the basement trying to snatch Dean's heart until she screamed and disappeared. “So. I got it,” Sam called from upstairs. “It’s done.”

“You good?” Dean called back.

“Yeah, you good?”

“Except for almost getting shot by a drunk idiot, super.”

“I am not an idiot!” Liam protested. “I'm just unloved apparently.”

“You have a few glasses of whiskey in you, you're a drunk idiot,” Dean argued. “And I love you. It's just... There's stuff. Let's go.”

After making Melissa promise to never get involved in the occult again, they went back to the motel and started packing to go home. “So. You gonna keep me in suspense here or what?” Sam asked his brother.

“About what?”

“Who was it? Bach or Simpson?”

“Neither.”

“It was Amara,” Liam answered for Dean.

“Really?” Sam didn't seem that surprised.

“That doesn’t surprise you?” Dean didn't expect that reaction.

“Honestly?”

“Honestly? You seriously think the sister of God is my deepest darkest desire?”

“She isn't?”

“No! She can’t be!”

“She's what showed up,” Liam pointed out. “That... whatever you call it... only appears as your deepest desire.”

Dean sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “If she is that means that I’m...”

“Means you’re what?” Sam asked. “Complicit? Weak? Evil?”

“For starters, yeah.”

“Dean. Do you honestly think you ever had a choice in the matter? She’s the sister of God, and for some reason she picked you and that sucks, but if you think I’m gonna blame you or judge you, I’m not. You shouldn't either, Liam. I know how you take things personally, but this... He has no control over it.”

The blond crossed his arms. “According to him he had no control over his attraction to me either. Maybe...”

“You know that I want her ass dead,” Dean made it clear.

“Yes. Of course,” Sam nodded. “And I know you’ve also probably beaten yourself up a hundred times over it, but where has that gotten us? Just how bad is it?”

“Standing here right now, every bone in my body wants to run her through. Send her back to that hole she crawled out of. But when I’m near her, I don’t know. Something happens and I can’t explain it, but to call it desire or love…it’s not that. I’m screwed man. We wanna kill the darkness. We need to kill the darkness. And I don’t think I can. I’m sorry to do that to you, ya know, but when it comes right down to it...”

“I got it, Dean,” Sam said as he picked up a bag and carried it out to the car.

Dean turned to Liam. “For the record, I don't ever want you dead. Even when you're stomping on my last nerve... It took me becoming a demon before I tried to kill you. That's actual love, not whatever the hell is happening between me and Amara.”

Liam gave a little nod. “I guess I understand. I still don't like it, but....”

“I don't like it either. Come on, let's get you in the backseat and completely sobered up.”
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