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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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Dean woke up and tenderly kissed Liam and stroked his hair. “You don’t know how glad I am you came back to me.” He kissed the front of Liam’s throat causing a soft whimper. “I know you have a low opinion of yourself because of your father, but really, if I didn’t have you the hole inside me would probably swallow me up and I’d be dead inside.”

Liam sighed and stroked Dean’s cheek with the back of his hand. “You called me a flaming nutbag.”

“You are,” Dean chuckled. “And I’ve got my issues, temper apparently being one of them. That doesn’t mean I don’t love you very much. Your father’s loss is my gain.” Dean sat up. “Liam, the whole vessel thing and heaven’s plans, it drives me fucking nuts. Just hearing that I was toyed with again, it made me mad. I didn’t hear anything past heaven’s orders. I didn’t stop to think about what it meant this time. If you and I were fixed up, then good. You make me happy. Those eight days we were apart, it damn near killed me.”

Liam nodded and sat up with him. “I wanted to be sure it wasn’t just the cupid thing keeping us together.”

Dean stroked Liam’s hair. “Babe, Cupid just gives the starting spark. Three years later it’s love. We should do something for our anniversary in a few weeks. I don’t know what, but we’ll think about it.”

They got up and went down to breakfast. Natalie and Sam were at the table and John was in his high chair chewing on a frozen wash cloth. He made a noise and waved his arms when he saw his uncles come in. Liam smiled and moved to kiss the top of his head. “Morning to you too John.” He grabbed some sausage patties out of the frying pan and sat down at the table.

“Sleeping through the night was fun for like a month,” Natalie sighed. “He was such a happy and calm baby for the most part, but now his teeth are coming in...”

“By the way, thank you two again for taking him the other night,” Sam said. “We had a really good night pretending to not be parents.”

“You’re welcome,” Dean said with a mouth full of sausage. “He really is a good kid. Smart too. I know what he says doesn’t make sense yet, but I swear he talks in his own language.”

“I think he does too,” Natalie agreed. “He loves being read to, especially that animal book he can touch. He loves animals. I took him to visit a friend while you guys were gone and he got to pet their dog. I thought he was going to explode.”

Liam reached out to tickle the bottom of John’s foot and the baby giggled and smiled. “You two know any time we’re not busy on a hunt and you need a sitter...”

“Thanks, Liam,” Natalie got up and hugged him from behind. “You and Dean make excellent sitters.”

John started to fuss so Sam picked him up. “What do you want, buddy?” Sam asked. John started grabbing at his face so Sam hugged him close. “Mouth bothering you, huh? Natalie, we got any teething rings in the freezer?”

Natalie pulled one out and handed it to him. “He’s like you,” she said to Liam. “When he doesn’t feel good he wants Daddy to cuddle him.”

“Yeah, he’s turning into a real Daddy’s boy,” Sam agreed. “But Daddy keeps leaving him for long periods of time.”

“Sam,” Dean shot his brother a look. “You and Natalie did your thing and now he’s here. I thought we agreed you were going to do your best, which is exactly what you’re doing.”

“Still doesn’t feel like enough,” Sam frowned.

“Well then,” Dean sighed. “You’re not going to like this, but I couldn’t sleep last night. A guy in Sioux Falls was murdered by dead guy. I was actually expecting a call from Bobby this morning, but since he seems to have dropped the ball, what do you say we take a little initiative?”

Sam shrugged. “Might as well.” He kissed the top of John’s head and tickled him before handing the infant to Natalie.”

They drove out and Sam tried to call Bobby a few times but he wasn’t picking up. “This is odd,” Sam shook his head. “You think something is wrong?”

“I dunno,” Dean shrugged. “For now, let’s interview the witness and then we’ll find out.”

They found the guy named Digger in a diner and talked to him. He confirmed that he saw a dead guy named Clay climb through Benny’s window and kill him. The motive was that Benny had killed Clay in a so called hunting accident.

Sheriff Mills came into the diner and approached them. “Gentlemen. I'm Sheriff Jody Mills. I don't believe we've had the pleasure.”

“We’re from the FBI,” Dean smiled up at her.

“Welcome to Sioux Falls, gentlemen. Can I ask you what you're doing with Digger here?”

Digger looked up at her. “They’re doing their job. They believe me, Sheriff.”

Sheriff Mills looked a little surprised. “The FBI believes a dead man committed a murder?”

Sam gave her a charming smile. “Look, we're just asking a few questions, Sheriff. That's all.”

“Of course, if a dead man didn't commit the murder, then, uh, who did?” Dean asked.

“What'd you say your jurisdiction here was again?” Sheriff Mills asked.

“Our jurisdiction is wherever the United States government sends us,” Dean answered.

Sheriff Mills crossed her arms. “Oh, yeah. How about me and your supervisor have a little chat about that?”

“Absolutely.” Sam dug into his wallet and pulled out a business card and handed it to her.

She called the number and Bobby answered, but the sheriff recognized his voice. “So, uh, you know Bobby Singer?” Sam looked up at her sheepishly.

Sheriff Mills glared at them. “Here's what I know about Bobby Singer. He's a menace around here, ass full of drunk and disorderlies and mail fraud. You understanding me?”

“I think we all can agree that you've made yourself perfectly clear, yes,” Dean nodded.

They decided to go check on Bobby and see what he knew. When he answered the door he looked a little different, but no one could quite put a finger on it. “You know how many times we called? Where have you been?” Dean asked. “What's that smell? Is that soap? Did you clean?”

“What are you, my mother? Bite me!” Bobby growled.

“Bobby,” Sam sighed. “It's just, there's a case less than five miles from your house.”

“What, the Benny Sutton thing? That's what this is about? I checked into it already. There's nothing here.”

“Except a witness who saw a dead guy commit murder,” Sam pointed out.

“What witness?” Bobby asked. “Digger Wells? He's a drunk.”

“Well, what about the lightning storms?” Sam asked. “They look like omens.”

“Except in February in South Dakota in storm season. Guys, I thought it was something too. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.”

“So who killed the guy?” Sam asked.

“Take your pick. This Benny Sutton guy was a grade A son of a bitch. There's a list of the living a year long wouldn't mind putting a cap in his ass. Sorry. Looks like you wasted a tank of gas on this one.”

They walked back out to the car and got in. “I didn’t want to say it in front of him,” Liam said when he got settled in the back, “but he’s full of it.”

“I agree, something’s rotten in the state of Denmark,” Dean nodded. “Which is why we’re checking out that graveyard.”

They headed into the graveyard and found Clay Thompson’s grave. “That look fresh to you?” Dean looked to his brother.

“Yeah, actually,” Sam nodded.

They dug up the grave to find the coffin empty. That led them to go poke around Clay’s house. They were poking around when a man tackled Dean. Liam pulled him off and knocked him down. “Don't shoot me!” the guy cried out. “Please! There's money in the safe.”

“You're Clay Thompson, right?” Sam looked at him.

“Who are you?” Clay looked confused.

“Um, FBI,” Sam answered.

“FBI? Oh, my god. This is about Benny. He killed me! He shot me in the back! I'm supposed to let him get away with that?”

“Hold up. Are you confessing?” Dean looked confused. “Let me get this straight. You're Clay Thompson, and you died five years ago? And three days ago you climbed out of your grave, and you killed Benny Sutton?”

“Yes,” Clay nodded.

“So you are, in fact, a dead guy.”

“I guess. I don't know what I am.”

Clay’s wife came down the stairs. “Clay? I called 911.”

“It's okay, honey,” Clay assured her. “These men are the FBI. They're here about Benny.”

“Why don't you come with us, Mr. Thompson? I think that'd be best,” Dean motioned.

They were walking out with him when Sheriff Mills and another officer came on the scene. “Freeze! Drop your guns!”

“Whoa. Alright. Hey,” Dean held up a hand and lowered his gun. “Liam, whatever is going through that sneaky little mind, don’t do it.”

Liam sighed deeply and just stood there.

Dean turned to the Sheriff. “Remember the guy you said that was dead and couldn't possibly commit murder? There he is.”

“And?” she looked at him.

“And you're welcome for catching the undead killer zombie.”

“Whatever he is or isn't that don't give you the right to shoot him in the middle of the street.” The sheriff handcuffed Dean. “You're free to go, Mr. Thompson.”

The other officer moved to cuff Liam and the blond shoved him away. “Don’t even.”

“Sir, don’t resist,” the officer approached him again. Liam took a swing and the two wrestled on the ground. Liam got the officer’s gun and pinned him, pointing the gun at him.

“Please don’t shoot him!” Dean begged Sheriff Miller. “He’s just a scrappy little crazy bitch. Let me talk him down.”

“You’ve got two minutes.”

“Babe,” Dean inched over. “You’ve proved your point. You don’t wanna hurt the nice police officer. Please slowly put the gun down and let him cuff you. We all know you can kick his ass now.”

Liam sighed and set the gun down. The officer rolled him over and pinned him to cuff him. They were taken to the jail and locked up. “Are you an idiot?” Dean scolded Liam.

“I took him,” Liam leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.

“Yeah, but what about the second officer with a gun? She was going to shoot you!”

Bobby came and talked to the sheriff who ended up letting them out. “Bobby, I thought the sheriff hated you?” Sam said when they were walking out.

“She did till five days ago,” Bobby answered.

“What happened five days ago?” Dean asked.

“The dead started rising all over town.”

Dean crossed his arms. “So Liam was right, you lied to us.”

“Look, I told you there was nothing here. And there isn't. Not for you.”

“There are zombies here,” Dean pointed out.

“There are zombies... And then there are zombies. Come with me.”

They went back to Bobby’s house and a woman came out with a plate. “Oh, hey. I didn't realize you were bringing company.”

“It’s four am, babe. You didn't need to cook,” Bobby told her.

“Oh, please! I’ll get some more plates.”

“Who was that?” Dean asked.

“Karen. My wife. My dead wife.”

“This is incredible, Mrs. Singer,” Dean said as he dug into a slice of pie.

“Thank you, Dean,” she smiled at him.

“It's great, Karen. Thanks. Could you, um, just give us a minute?” Bobby asked.

As soon as she was out of the room Dean turned to Bobby. “Are you crazy? What the hell?”

“Dean, I can explain.”

“Explain what? Lying to us? Or the American girl zombie making cupcakes in your kitchen?”

“First of all, that's my wife, so watch it,” Bobby growled.

“Bobby, whatever that thing is in there, it is not your wife,” Liam pointed out.

“And how do you know that?” Bobby glared at him. “You think I'm an idiot, boy? My dead wife shows up on my doorstep, I'm not gonna test her every way I ever learned? She's got no scars, no wounds, no reaction to salt, silver, holy water...”

“Bobby, she crawled out of her coffin,” Dean sighed.

“No, she didn't. I cremated her. Somehow, some way, she's back.”

“That's impossible,” Sam narrowed his eyes.

“Tell me about it.”

“So, how many dead people are walking around?” Dean asked.

“Fifteen or twenty, I made a list,” he handed the list to Sam. “Uh, there's Karen, Clay, Sheriff Mills, her little boy came back.” Bobby picked up a book. "And through the fire stood before me a pale horse. And he that sat atop him carried a scythe, and I saw since he had risen, they, too, shall rise, and from him and through him."

“Great,” Dean sighed. “Lucifer managed to raise Death. Must be Thursday.”

“Bobby, why would Death raise fifteen people in a podunk town like Sioux Falls?” Sam asked.

“I don't know,” Bobby shrugged.

Liam sighed. “You know, if Death is behind this, then whatever these things are it's not good. You know what we have to do here.”

Bobby shook his head. “Look, just read Revelation. The dead rise during the apocalypse. There's nothing in there that says that's bad! Hell, maybe it's the one good thing that comes out of this whole bloody mess.”

“Bobby,” Liam looked at him. “In times like these you can’t let emotion get the best of you.”

Bobby looked upset. “You were dead and Dean brought you back.”

“And you chewed him out for it because he made a deal with a demon to do it.”

“I'm begging you. Please. Please. Leave her be.”

They left and decided Dean and Liam would watch Bobby’s house while Sam did more digging. Dean and Liam were leaning against the Impala when Karen sneaked up on them. “Oops. Did I scare you?”

“No. There's nothing scary about you at all,” Dean shook his head.

“Feel like some lunch?”

“We’re good,” Liam gave her an uneasy smile.

“Come on, there's more pie.”

“I don't think that Bobby wants us inside,” Dean said.

“Guess it'll have to be our secret, then, huh? Come on.”

They both sighed and they followed her in. Dean looked around the kitchen at all the pies. “I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that you like pies. Did you bake all these?”

She shrugged. “I don't know what it is. Since I got back, I can't stop baking. I know you two don't trust me.”

“Why would you say that?” Dean tried to look innocent.

“Come on, Dean. That's why you're here, isn't it? Keeping an eye on me? I know who you are. Just like I know Bobby's not the same mild mannered scrap dealer I married. You hunt things. I'm a thing. I get it.”

“So then you know that Sam and I would never let anything happen to Bobby. That he's like a father to us.”

“I understand. And he's lucky to have you looking out for him, Dean.”

Sam came back and told them about the dead person that ate her husband and tried to eat him. “Keep your damn voices down. Karen's upstairs,” Bobby looked at them.

“Oh, I'm sorry. We're a little tense right now. Who's old lady Jones?” Dean asked.

“The first one to come up,” Bobby answered. “Ah, she was always a nutty broad.”

Dean raised an eyebrow. “Nutty how? Nutty like the way she ate her husband's stomach? Was that the level of nutty she was in life?”

“No,” Bobby admitted.

Dean sighed. “Look, Bobby, I feel for you. But you have got to acknowledge that you're not exactly seeing this straight!”

Sam shook his head. “Bobby, whether you admit it or not, these things are turning. We have to stop them, all of them.”

Bobby pulled out a gun and put it on his lap. “Time to go.”

“What?” Dean looked at him like he was nuts.

“You heard me. Off my property. If Karen turns, I will handle it my way.”

“This is dangerous,” Dean tried to get him to see reason.

Bobby cocked the gun. “I'm not telling you twice.”

Dean grabbed Liam and dragged him out with them. When they were out on the street Sam looked to his brother. “Look, man. Bigger fish, okay? I mean, we got a bunch of zombies about to turn this town into a giant chew toy.”

“Yeah, and he's alone in the house making pie with one of them!” Dean shouted.

“If you go back in there and he sees you, you're a dead man.”

“Then I guess the answer is to not let him see me,” Liam said just before he disappeared.

“How does he do that?” Dean looked to Sam. “I’m gonna hang back too.”

Sam sighed. “Okay. I'll head to town and rescue everyone, should be easy. I'm gonna need some help.”

“What about the sheriff?” Dean suggested.

“Uh, last time I checked, the sheriff was pretty pro zombie.”

“Well, I guess you'll just have to convince her.”

“How?”

“Figure it out.”

Sam shook his head with a sigh and stared walking into town. A little while later Dean heard a gunshot and he rushed in. He found everyone in the bedroom. Karen was on the bed dead again with a bullet wound through her head. Liam and Bobby had guns pointed at each other. “Okay, let’s everybody just calm down and put the weapons away.”

“The sneaky bastard shot her!” Bobby shouted.

“So you didn’t have to, you know, again,” Liam said. “She was turning and you know it. She even said so herself.”

“Guys, please,” Dean begged. “I love you both, so put the weapons down. We’re on the same side here.”

“I will if he does,” Liam kept staring.

Dean turned to Bobby. “Bobby, you know it had to be done, especially if she was turning. Don’t do this to me. I don’t know which one of you is the faster shot, and I really don’t wanna find out because either way I lose.”

Bobby sighed and put the gun down. Liam then lowered his and looked to Dean. “Okay, so they’re turning. What do we do?”

A shot rang out and Liam fell, cursing. Bobby had shot him in the ankle. “There. I feel better and you don’t lose anything.”

Dean sighed and leaned down to examine the wound. “Alright, let me get the first aid kit. No more shooting each other. God, it’s like someone gave guns to a couple of toddlers.”

Dean tended to Liam’s ankle, bandaging it up good. Then they started loading guns and ammunition up in Bobby’s van to take into town. Unfortunately, the zombies started coming to them. One tackled Dean and knocked the gun out of his hand. Liam hobbled over and shot it.

There were a few more shots from where Bobby was. “Little help here!” Bobby called out.

They found him on the ground and Dean helped him back into his chair. The zombies kept coming and they kept shooting as they retreated into the house. “You guys got any more ammo? I'm low,” Dean said.

“Yeah,” Bobby shot him a look. “We got plenty. Just run back past the zombies. It's in the van, where we left it.”

“A simple no would have been fine. What are they all doing here, anyway?”

“I think I get it,” Bobby said. The zombies started breaking through the windows. “Oh, that ain't good.”

“I'm out,” Dean sighed.

“Me too,” Bobby grumbled.

Liam took one last shot at the window. “I’m out now too.”

Dean dragged them into a closet. Bobby looked up at him. “Kind of a tight fit, don't you think?”

“It's all right. They're idiots. They can't pick a lock,” Dean assured his companions. The pounding stopped and the doorknob started moving. “I'm making this stuff up as I go. Sue me.”

The door was opened and Dean tried to beat the zombies back with the butt of his shotgun. “Get down!” Sam shouted.

They ducked and Sam and Sheriff Mills shot the remaining zombies. “Everyone okay?” Sam asked.

“Peachy,” Liam answered.

All the bodies except Karen were taken to the cemetery to be burned on a giant funeral pyre. Dean built one for Karen in Bobby’s yard, and they joined him once the others were taken care of. “So, thinking maybe I should apologize for losing my head back there. I even kind of of feel bad for shooting you, Liam.”

“It’s okay, Bobby,” Dean patted him on the shoulder. “I mean, not the shooting Liam part, but at least it was only the ankle.”

“You boys should know Karen told me why Death was here.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“I know why he took a stroll through a cemetery in the sticks of South Dakota. He came for me because I've been helping you, you sons of bitches.”

“So this was like a hit on your life?” Dean asked.

“I don't know if they wanted to take my life or my spirit. Either way, they wanted me out of the way.”
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