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Hunting Humanity V	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1231 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dean set to work making shotgun shells with the Phoenix ashes in Bobby’s basement. Sam talked to Natalie for a bit then went down to check on him. “How’s it going?”

“We’ve got five shells.”

“Well, that’s better than we had last week. I just want to get this over with because I miss my family.”

“I’m sure you do. If I didn’t have Liam here I’d be going nuts.”

Bobby and Liam came down then. “We good?” Bobby asked.

“I think so,” Dean nodded. “Liam, you look like death warmed over,” Dean looked concerned.

Liam shrugged. “So, I’m sick again. You’re not leaving me out of anything.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “You are so stubborn. Since when has working sick ever gotten you anything but trouble?”

They were interrupted by Castiel appearing. “Have you made any progress in locating Eve?”

“Well we were gonna ask you about that,” Bobby looked to him.

“No, I've looked, but she's hidden from me. She's hidden from all angels.”

Sam sighed. “You know, what we really need is an inside man. Something with claws and sympathy.”

Dean looked to his brother. “Like a friendly monster? Those are in short supply these days, don't you think?”

Sam shrugged. “Sure, but we've met one or two, right?” he looked to Liam. “So we can find one.”

Castiel disappeared and returned about a half hour later with a woman. Sam looked up from his book. “Lenore.” She tried to run. “Hey, Lenore, stop. Look, we're happy you're here.”

Dean moved over to her. “Been a long time. You remember us?”

She nodded. “I remember. Your hunter friend almost killed me.”

Liam raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t your first friendly vampire?”

Dean shrugged. “Maybe not, but you’re my favorite.”

Lenore looked confused. “But he’s not...”

“Not anymore,” Dean smiled. “It was really hard, but we cured him.”

“What's going on? Why am I here?” she asked.

Sam pointed to Cas. “Well, um, that's Cas. He's our friend. And we need to talk to you. About Eve.”

Her eyes widened. “Eve? I have nothing to say about Eve.”

“You sure about that?” Dean asked.

“I'm trying to stay away from her, believe me.”

“Where's your nest?” Sam asked.

“Gone. They couldn't fight it anymore. It's her voice in our heads. What it does to us. So they left. Started killing again.”

“But not you,” Sam pointed out.

“Don't look so impressed. I was hiding in a basement. Not exactly Club Med. You don't know how hard it is not to give in. Everyone gives in.”

Dean looked at her. “Alright, so this psychic two way you've got going, does that mean you know where Mom's camped out?”

“You've got to be kidding me. You want me to tell you where she is? You do know she could be listening to us right now. I might as well be a video camera. What are you thinking?”

Bobby shrugged. “So we don't have the element of surprise, we're still going in.”

“You're crazy. I can't help you.”

Liam stepped forward. “Look, I know more than anyone your position sucks. I escaped the whole Mother thing fortunately, but if you want it to stop you have to tell us where she is.”

“Grants Pass, Oregon. And now she knows you're coming.”

“Well, let's go see.” Bobby said.

“Hold on. I didn't tell you this out of the goodness of my heart. I need something.”

“What?” Sam asked.

“Kill me.”

Dean shook his head. “Look, we'll lock down down 'til this whole thing's over, okay? Witness protection, you'll be safe.”

“You don't get it, it's not about that. I'm dangerous. I hear her voice all the time.”

“You're not like the rest of them,” Sam insisted.

“I'm exactly like them. I fed. I couldn't help it. The girl couldn't have been more than sixteen, Sam. I'll do it again. I can't stop, not anymore. You have to. Please.”

Dean was about to say something when Liam whipped out his knife and hacked her head off. He shrugged when they looked at him. “Like I said, I understand how she feels, and we had to move this along.”

Cas had them all four hold hands and zapped them to Grants Pass. Dean looked around at the bright sunny day with kids playing in the streets. “Well, I was expecting more Zombieland, less Pleasantville.”

“Just because it looks quiet, don't mean it is, especially if she's got a clue were coming,” Bobby reminded him. “I'm gonna need a computer.”

They entered a diner and Sam, Dean, and Liam ordered something to eat. Sam gave Bobby an ipad, which he was trying to figure out. “Alright. I finally got the police database, no thanks to this. I asked for a computer.”

“It is a computer,” Sam insisted.

“No, a computer has buttons.”

“Anything?” Liam asked before having a coughing fit.

“Oh, nickel and dime stuff, nothing weird. Basically dead end. You think Vampira was lying?”

“I'll search the town,” Castiel said. “Give me a moment.”

Dean watched him. “Cas, we can still see you.”

“Yeah, I'm still here.” He cleared his throat and started straining.

“Well now it just looks like you're pooping,” Dean commented.

Castiel looked at them. “Something's wrong. I'm blocked. I'm powerless. Something in this town, is, uh, it's affecting me. I assume it's Eve.”

Dean sighed. “So wait, Mom's making you limp?”

“Figuratively, yes.”

Dean shook his head. “Well, that's great, because without your power, you're basically just a baby in a trench coat.”

Liam leaned against Dean. “Hold me.”

“And you’re a sick baby that should be in bed,” Dean said as he wrapped an arm around him.

“Don’t make me bite you.”

“I got something here, maybe,” Bobby looked up from the ipad. “Had to go federal go to get it. Call went out from the local office to the CDC last night.”

“About what?” Sam asked.

“A Dr Silver called in an illness he couldn't identify. Patient's a twenty five year old, African American, named Ed Bright.” He showed them a picture of the guy’s driver’s license.

Dean sighed. “Well that's not much to go on.”

Bobby shrugged. “Well its only lead, so...”

“So beggars can't be choosers, right? I get it. Alright, let's finish up,” Dean finished his food.

Dean walked up to the doctor’s office with Liam. A woman was locking up and leaving. Dean approached her. “Excuse me. Hi, uh, is Dr Silver in today? My friend is very sick.”

“Oh, well, he's out. Sorry.”

“Do you happen to know here he is?”

“He hasn't called in,” she gave them a little shrug and walked off.

Dean looked to Liam. “What kind of doctor calls the CDC and then goes AWOL the very nest day? Let's have a look, shall we?” Dean started to pick the lock, but then noticed some blood on the ground. He followed the blood trail to the shed where there was a body wrapped in plastic. Upon opening the plastic they discovered it was Ed. “Well what kind of doctor calls the CDC and then stashes the gooey corpse in the shed?”

Liam shrugged. “Not a very good one?”

“Well, I know one thing about the body. We need some kerosene.”

They disposed of the body and met Sam, Bobby, and Castiel outside Ed’s house. Bobby told them the doctor was missing. “Oh. So we've got a missing doctor and an oozy patient, huh?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah. Plot thickens.”

“Well let's go see what Ed's roommates have to say,” Dean pulled out his gun.

“Does Ed Bright have a brother?” Castiel asked.

“No, why?” Bobby asked.

“Then that's not his twin,” Castiel pointed to someone who looked just like Ed in the window.

“So what, shifter?” Sam looked to Bobby.

Bobby shrugged. “I don't know what we're looking at.”

Sam sighed. “Alright, Dean, Liam, and me are gonna go in. You two stay here and watch the door. If something comes out, shoot it.”

“I'm fairly unpracticed with firearms,” Castiel said.

Dean turned to him. “You know who whines? Babies.”

They approached the door and Dean kicked it in. The place was littered with dead bodies that looked like Ed. Liam looked around. “I’d say we found something.”

Dean stepped inside. “Okay, don't touch anything.”

One of them toward the back of the house started moving. “Hey. Back here. Come here,” Sam motioned. “Talk to us. What is it?”

“Hey.. Ed, what's going on?” Dean asked.

“What? I'm not Ed,” he coughed and groaned. Sam pulled out his ID and it said his name was Marshall Todd. “What's wrong with me?”

Sam frowned. “Uh, nothing. You're okay. You're okay, alright? We're gonna get you help.”

“Let me ask you something. Do I, do all of us, do we look like Ed?”

“What? No, of course not. You, uh, you have a fever. You're hallucinating,” Dean told him.

“Marshall. Hey, what happened here?” Sam asked.

“Am I gonna die?”

Sam shook his head. “No, you're not gonna die, okay? Now you need to talk to us. It's important.”

“Ed was feeling bad so I took him to the doctor. I think now we're all sick.”

“And before you got sick, before Ed got sick, did you do anything? Did you go anywhere? Hey, I need you to focus for me,” Sam kept prodding.

“I don't know. Some bar. 8th Street, I guess.”

Sam nodded. “8th Street, um, did anything happen at the bar? Did you see anything? Did you meet anyone?”

“A girl in white.”

Dean nodded. “Good, okay. What did the girl in white do? Marshall? What did she do to Ed? Marshall?”

Marshall was dead so they went back outside where Bobby and Castiel were waiting. Dean sighed. “I don't get it. What, a bunch of regular Joes wake up shifters? What the hell?”

Bobby gave a little shrug. “Shifters usually run in families. This looks like an infection. Nobody touched nothing?”

Dean shook his head. “Well I am bathing in Purell tonight.”

Sam looked to his companions. “So, he said they met a girl. It's got to be Eve.”

“But why would she do this?” Castiel asked.

“Mommy monster, make more,” Bobby guessed.

Dean sighed. “Cas has got a good point. I mean if she's gonna make a shifter army, why make one that's sick, gooey and dying?”

Bobby shrugged. “Add that to the pile of crap that don't make sense.”

They decided to check out the bar. The place was also littered with dead bodies. Dean carefully approached one and lifted her lip. “We got a vamp over here.” Then he lifted her arm and found a spike protruding from her wrist. “Nope. Scratch that. We got a wraith. What the hell? What has teeth and a spike?”

Bobby just shook his head. “Never seen that in my life.”

Dean stepped away from her. “Oh, great. So Eve's making hybrids now?”

“Looks like,” Liam inspected a similar body. “Is it just me, or is it really hot in here?”

“You’ve got a fever, idjit,” Bobby glared at him.

“Yeah,” Dean sighed. “The question is why. I mean what does she want with the, what do you call these?”

Bobby looked at Dean. “Well, congrats. You discovered it. You get to name it.”

“Jefferson Starships. Huh, because they're horrible and hard to kill.”

Sam blinked. “Fine. But why are all the Starships dead?”

Bobby looked around. “I can't say, but looks like they all burned up. Like a high fever, like the flu.”

Dean shook his head. “What the hell's going on here? Does every monster in this town have the motaba virus?”

The sheriff and two officers came in with guns. “Hands where I can see them!”

“Look, we're the Feds,” Bobby tried to sound convincing.

Dean ducked behind the bar while the sheriff looked at them. “Yeah? Well Feds are not allowed to do this. Cuff them. Turn around.”

The rest of them were taken to the police station and led inside. “Listen, if we can make a phone call, we can straighten this all out,” Sam insisted.

The sheriff scoffed. “Straighten out a massacre? I'd like to see you try.”

Sam looked up at the security footage and turned around to headbutt the sheriff. “Jefferson Starships!”

Sam kicked another and Dean appeared and hacked his head off. Castiel killed the one attacking Bobby and Liam jumped on the sheriff and wrestled him to the ground. “Get silver chains!” he shouted.

They grabbed some silver chains and chained the sheriff up in an interrogation room. Bobby went in with him. “Well, I'll say this, you're the healthiest looking specimen I've seen all day.”

“I take my vitamins.”

“So you wanna tell us what's going on here? Hmm? So you boys are, uh, Eve's cleaning crew, is that it? You come around to clean up the bodies? Make sure the word doesn't get out, huh? Is that why you snatched up the doctor?”

“You're so wasting your time. You stupid head of cattle.”

Sam and Dean watched from outside. Castiel and Liam were seated as desks. Dean noticed Liam’s eyes were closed and he hadn’t moved for quite a while. “He’s not…?” he looked to Castiel.

“He’s alive,” Castiel assured Dean. “The illness has just taken a lot out of him.”

“That’s what I was afraid of.” Dean heard a noise behind them and motioned for Sam to follow and Castiel to stay.

They came back a little while later with the doctor’s sons. “Got a couple of hungry human boys here. C'mon guys.”

“So you two never heard them talk about a mother, or someone named Eve?” Sam asked.

Joe shook his head. “It was just me and Ryan in there.”

“And your folks?” Dean asked.

Joe swallowed hard. “Cops said we were next. He said we were food.”

“You have any other family?” Dean asked.

“An uncle, in Merritt.”

Dean nodded. “Merritt, what's that, like fifteen miles outside of town? Okay. We'll get you there.”

Castiel stood behind him. “Dean, can I have a word? We need to find Eve now.”

“Yeah. Go. Me and Sam just gotta make a milk run.”

“We need your help here.”

“Hold your water. We'll be back in a few.”

Dean. Millions of lives are at stakes here, not just two. Stay focused. There's a greater purpose here.”

Dean sighed. “You know what, I'm getting a little sick and tired of the greater purposes, okay? I think what I'd like to do now is save a couple of kids. If you don't mind. We'll catch up. Okay guys, let's go. Come on.”

The sheriff glared up at Bobby. “You know, she can see you right now. And you're just making her mad.”

“Then tell the bitch to come get me.”

Liam came in. “I need five minutes alone with him.”

“What are you gonna do?” Bobby looked at him. “Sneeze on him?”

Liam glared back. “Just go. We need some bonding time.”

Bobby shrugged and went out to stand with Castiel. They heard some screaming and then all was quiet. Liam came out. “Eve's at 25 Buckley Street. You can call Sam and Dean.”

Sam and Dean returned and they all gathered together. “Well, we got a location. Now we just gotta get close enough to take a shot,” Bobby said.

Dean took the Phoenix ash shells out of his pocket. “Alright. Well, let's all take one. Load them up. Make them count.”

They went to the address and it was the diner they had been at earlier. Dean shook his head. “You gotta be kidding me. She's been in there the whole time?”

Sam blinked. “Why'd she ever let us in? Or out?”

Dean shrugged. “Well there's one way to find out.”

Bobby looked at him like he was nuts. “What, just stroll in? We don't know who's human or who's her.”

“Well there's one way to draw her out. Me, Liam, and Sam will go in.”

“Dean,” Bobby growled.

“Look. If we don't get a shot off, you two better.”

“That's the plan?”

“Yeah. Pretty much.”

Bobby sighed. “Well at least it ain't complicated.”

They entered the diner and sat down. Sam pulled his phone out to look around through the camera. “Crap.”

“Starships?” Dean asked.

“Yeah.”

“Is there anybody in this diner that is not a flesh eating monster?”

“The three of us.”

“Okay, well let's get the hell out of here.”

A waitress came over. “Three specials, right?” she set the plates in front of them.

Sam shook his head. “Uh, no, that's not for us. We were just headed out.”

“Now that would be rude, Sam.”

He looked back at her. “Let me guess. Eve.”

“Pleasure,” she gave them a little smile.

“Why don't we step outside. Chat?” Dean suggested.

“Why? This is private.” The monsters closed the blinds and Eve picked up one of the guns and smelled it. “Phoenix ash. I'm impressed. I bet you had to go a long way for that.” She turned to one of the monsters. “Destroy these. Thank you. Relax. I'm not here to fight.”

Dean eyed her. “No? Just to rally every freak on the planet, bring in worms and half assed spider men, and dragons. Really, sister? Dragons?”

“So I dusted off some of the old classics. I needed help.”

“With what?” Sam asked. “Tearing apart the planet?”

“You misunderstand me. I never wanted that. Not at first. I liked our arrangement. The natural order. My children turned a few of you, you hunted a few of them. I was happy.”

“Okay, so what changed?” Liam asked.

“My children, no thanks to you, started getting kidnapped and tortured. Even my first borns. I was pushed into this. After all, a mother defends her children.”

Dean scoffed. “Really? You're gonna use the Mother of The Year defense? You?”

“It happens to be true. Know what? Maybe you'll believe it if I look a little more like this.” She turned into Sam and Dean’s mother.

“Oh, you bitch,” Dean growled.

“She died to protect you, didn't she? See. You understand a mother's love. I'm no different.”

Dean shook his head. “Alright, you know what? This conversation's over. If you're gonna kill us, kill us.”

“You? No. It's Crowley I want dead. I see his face through the eyes of every child he strings up and skins. Any idea why he's hurting my babies?”

Dean shrugged. “He wants Purgatory, right? Location, location, location.”

Eve laughed. “Is that what he told you? It's about the souls.”

“What about them?” Sam asked.

“Their power, you simple little monkey. Fuel. Each soul a beautiful little nuclear reactor. Put them together, you have the sun. Now think what the king of hell could do with that vast, untapped oil well. How powerful he'd be. Now Crowley wants to siphon off my supply, and torture my children to do it? Okay fine. I'll quite playing nice. I'll turn you all. Every soul, mine. Let's see how hot his hell burns when everyone comes to me. He asked for it.”

Dean scoffed. “You know, last I checked, there were a few billion of us. That plan might take a while.”

“What exactly do you think I'm doing here? I'm building the perfect beast.”

Sam perked up a little. “Wait a second, all those things we've been finding.”

“Call it beta testing. Oh, there were a few unfortunate failures. But I eventually got it right. Quiet, smart, inconspicuous. It can spread through a whole town in under a day, oh and the best part, you've been with it the whole time.”

“What?” Dean looked at her.

Eve smirked. “Yes, you were the final test. I had to see if it could slip past hunters undetected, of course. Little Ryan. You look upset. If it makes you feel any better, Ryan was bound to work on you. Little wayward orphan like yourselves. There's nothing you can do about it now. So let's talk.”

“Nothing to say,” Sam glared at her.

“Well, that's where you're wrong. I have an offer to propose. Crowley. As you know, not so easy to find. So, here's the deal. You find him, bring him to me I let you live.”

“Pass,” Dean answered quickly. “The answer is no.”

“You say that like you have another option.”

Dean shrugged. “Maybe I do, maybe I don't.”

More monsters bring in Bobby and Castiel. “Well, so much for your plan B. And you, wondering why so flaccid? I'm older than you, Castiel. I know what makes angels tick. Long as I'm around, consider yourself unplugged,” she turned to Sam and Dean. “Work for me. It's a good deal. Bonus, I won't kill your friends.”

Dean glared at her. “We're not about to sign up for an evil bitch. We don't work with demons. We don't work with monsters. And if that means you gotta kill us, then kill us!”

“Or, I turn you. And you do what I want anyway.”

“Beat me with a wire hanger, answer's still no.”

She grabbed Dean by the shoulders. “Don't test me.”

“Bite me.”

She bit him in the neck, then staggered back. Dean smirked. “Phoenix ash. One shell, one ounce of whiskey. Down the hatch. Little musty on the afterburn. Call you later, Mom.”

She started choking and black liquid dripped from her mouth and nose before she fell dead. The monsters started closing in on them. “Shut your eyes!” Castiel shouted. A bright light flashed and all the monsters were dead.

Sam motioned to Dean. “Hey Cas, um, Dean's bleeding pretty good.”

Castiel touched Dean and the wound was healed. Dean nodded. “Alright, we're good. We got to go. Now.”

“Where?” Castiel asked.

“The kid. The little kid. He's one of them.”

Castiel took them to the uncle’s house where the uncle was dead on the floor. Dean grumbled. “So we kill the wicked witch and she still wins. I mean they could've turned half the town by now.”

Bobby walked around and opened the basement door and the kids’ bodies were there. “Found them.”

“Well, who ganked them?” Dean asked.

Sam leaned down and found traces of sulfur. “Demons. So what do you think?”

“I think that demons don't give a crap about monster tweens unless they're told to,” Dean said.

Liam fell over and Castiel caught him. “Okay,” Dean sighed. “Cas, can you take us back to Bobby’s? He needs to lie down.”

Castiel nodded and zapped them back. Dean took Liam over to the couch and got him settled. Then he sat with Liam’s feet in his lap and started rubbing them. “What are you doing?” Liam asked.

“Trying to make you feel better,” Dean answered. “Rest up and we’ll go home tomorrow.”

“But you’re confined to your bedroom,” Sam added. “Keep it to yourself.”
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