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Hunting Humanity VI	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1256 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Liam was lying in bed crying while Dean slept at nearly two in the morning. The door opened and Sam came in. Sam sighed when he saw him. “That’s what I thought I heard.”

“Just go back to bed,” Liam begged through the tears. “I’m fine.”

“You are not fine,” Sam disagreed as he shook Dean awake. Dean blinked and Sam motioned to Liam.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” Dean wrapped an arm around Liam. “You said you were fine, but this is the opposite of fine.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Liam sniffed and wiped his eyes. “It’s really nothing.”

“Don’t give us that crap,” Sam shot a glare. “I heard the same noises two mornings ago when I got up early. You’d get pissed at us for keeping something like this from you.”

Dean sat up. “Two mornings ago? Have you been getting any sleep? I’ve been waking you up every morning thinking you’ve been sleeping.”

“I’ve been getting enough. Dean, you and Sam have enough of your own problems. You need me to be okay, so I’ve been okay.”

“That’s bull,” Dean stroked his hair. “You’re crying while I’m sleeping. That is nowhere near okay. Getting beat up by your father again really did you in didn’t it?”

“It’s everything. You know what, just go back to bed. I have to make breakfast in a few hours so I need at least a little sleep. Like I said, you’re both dealing with crap of your own and I don’t want to get into it.”

Sam knelt in front of Liam. “We are a team. You’ve been there for us, let us be there for you.”

“Look,” Liam sighed. “Unless you can erase my past and kill off all the leviathans so we can go home, you can’t do anything for me. I’m not afraid of my father anymore, really. It’s just… I know you guys have some issues because you wonder if your father really loved you. I know mine hated my guts. Parents are supposed to love you and care for you and be a safe place. I did not have that. And now I’m holed up in a cabin because things we can’t kill want to kill us. The last few cases we’ve been on we’ve slept on the floor in abandoned houses. We live like fucking homeless people. I just…”

“I’m sorry,” Dean pulled him close. “Sammy, hobbit sandwich again.” Sam got up and sat on Liam’s other side to lean against him. “I know this sucks, Babe. As much as it would suck for us, maybe you should take a break for your own sanity. Go find yourself a nice hotel and be pampered.”

Liam shook his head. “Then I would just be worried about you two the entire time. This is just life. Okay, so, I will put on a smile during the day and cry it out at night. Dean, I’m never gonna be okay. There’s nothing you can do other than shoot me in the head.”

Dean kissed his cheek. “Well, I’m definitely not going to do that. What I will do is hold you until you actually fall asleep. Babe, you can’t bottle shit up and keep it to yourself. If I’ve learned anything it’s that that doesn’t work too well.”

Sam hugged Liam. “Okay, I’ll just go back to bed. See you after you get some sleep.”

Dean pulled Liam back into a lying position and held him close, kissing his neck. “I just want you to be happy you know.”

Liam said nothing as he lay close and tried to relax. When he opened his eyes again it was daylight. “What time is it?” he asked when he came out of the bedroom.

“It’s almost noon,” Sam answered. “You hungry?”

“Why did you let me sleep so long?”

“Same reason you let me sleep twelve hours in Frank’s trailer,” Dean answered. “You needed it. As you can see, we love you, but we won’t fall apart without you.”

Liam sank onto a chair. “You don’t even need me,” he looked like he was about to cry again.

“That’s not what I was trying to say!” Dean put his hands on his shoulders. “We need you. It’s just we want you to take care of yourself as well as us. We managed breakfast without you, but we do need you for other stuff.”

“Can you make me some cinnamon toast?” Liam asked.

“Two slices of cinnamon toast coming up,” Dean headed to the kitchen.

“We also think we found a case,” Sam closed the laptop. “Dean packed your stuff, we were just waiting for you to get up and eat. Uh, you remember back when we were chasing Lilith and we were in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho where that demon was murdering people?”

“Not really. Things are kind of a blur anymore.”

“Well, the murders have started up again. Exact same everything. We’re checking it out. Eat quick and we’ll go.”

They hopped in the car and made the short drive. Sam got them motel rooms and they sat in Liam and Dean’s room while Sam laid out the files on the bed. “Okay, um, look at the victim profiles. Same age, same hair color, body type. The ritual mutilations line up exactly.”

Dean leaned against the wall. “Who down there would've let our demon out of the can? He squealed on his superiors. We made sure of that. I mean, he should be down under until, uh, trumpet day.”

“But two women killed in the last two weeks, same parts missing, I mean, same old hunting grounds, even,” Sam pointed out.

“Okay,” Dean nodded. “For right now let’s just get some grub and settle in. We’ll start on this first thing in the morning.”

After they ate Sam went to his room and Dean sat in bed and watched TV with Liam until it was time for bed. Liam got comfortable and closed his eyes. “Sleep now, damn it,” Dean said as he snuggled up nice and close. “Your dad was a giant douchebag, okay? He let his issues bleed on you, and that was a dick move on his part. An unborn child doesn’t sit and plot the death of their mother. Her number was just up. She would’ve died anyway if you hadn’t been born. Think about it this way. After your sister was stillborn she wanted to have a second child born alive really badly. She got that. She held you in her arms and she died really happy. You heard it from her own mouth when we were in heaven. She loved you.”

“Yeah,” Liam sighed. “Thanks for trying,” Liam rolled over to kiss Dean then settled back down.

He did fall asleep, and then sometime in the early morning they were woken by Sam knocking on the door. Dean got up to answer. “What?” he yawned.

“There’s been another murder. The police scanner woke me.”

“Give us a minute to get dressed. Then we need coffee.”

They dressed up in suits and picked up coffee before going to the crime scene. They showed their FBI badges and ducked under the yellow tape. Dean tucked his badge away. “You know, every time we do this, I wonder if today's the day. We walk up, flash our tin to a bunch of chompers pretending to be policemen.”

“I hear you,” Sam sighed.

A detective grabbed Sam by the shoulder and they turned to face him. “Thought you guys might show up.”

“Uh, it's a pleasure to see you again, Detective... You know what? Pardon me. Uh, what was it, Detective...” Sam tried to remember.

“Oh, no problemo, Detective Sutton,” he reached to shake their hands. “Sad to say, case looks to be open again.”

“Are you sure?” Dean asked.

They walked toward the body. “Same tools. Same cuts. Same crazy. Makes sense. I mean, we didn't catch the critter last time, did we?”

“And no suspects?” Dean asked while Sam and Liam poked around.

“Same as before. Very thorough.”

“Thank you, Detective,” Dean gave him a little nod.

“Any time.”

Sam discovered yellow powder in the back of the vehicle. He picked a little up and smelled it. “Sulfur.”

Dean sighed. “Damn it. Better go check on Havelock.”

They found her at her store called Wiccan’s Web. “Internet mail order. White magic only, herbs and talismans,” she said as she led them inside. She opened the door to her office and a devil’s trap was in the doorway that she stepped around.

“You sure about that?” Sam looked at the trap.

“Careful, it's still drying. I have a friend at the sheriff's office. I know about all the new murders. I'm doing what I can to protect myself.” The three men followed her into her office, also skirting around the drying trap. “I'm also translating some very old banishments.”

She handed Sam a paper. “Wow, uh, these are good.”

“Thanks. I’ve got an affinity. But back then, that night in that farmhouse, I was in over my head. I know that now, believe me. I will leave all that to the pros.”

Dean gave her a little smile. “Well, you helped track it down. I mean, it was some solid legwork.”

“When it came down to it, all I really knew was somebody who knew somebody who knew the right number to call. And your number is not working, by the way.”

Sam nodded. “Right, we, uh, we've had some technical difficulties, phone issues. So, uh, you haven't had any contact?”

“With the demon? No, thank God. I have one or two things to finish in town, and then I'm leaving.”

“Good choice,” Dean gave her a little nod.

“Have you found Jeffrey yet?”

“Who?” Liam asked.

“The man who the demon possessed. The one you almost beat to death.”

“Yeah, Jeffrey. That poor bastard,” Dean looked at his feet.

“Some demons tend to be sentimental, don't they? Always go back to the same host if they can.”

“Sometimes,” Sam nodded. “It’s a start.”

They tracked Jeffery down coming out of a vet’s office. They lured him into the alley and Dean grabbed him from behind with Liam’s knife to his throat and Sam held a flask of holy water. “Jeffery?” Sam looked hard at him. Dean let him go after it looked like he was him. “Okay. Look, it's okay. You're okay.”

“Sorry. Just had to make sure,” Dean put the knife away.

“Make sure of what, that I peed my pants today?” Jeffery looked at them. His little dog whimpered. “Aw, you scared my dog.”

“Uh, we did not want to do that,” Sam gave an apologetic look.

“Listen, Jeff, we got to, uh, we got to talk,” Dean said.

Jeffery took them back to his apartment at a halfway house. Dean looked around at the sparsely furnished room. “Well, this is, uh...”

“I know what it is,” Jeffery took a seat on the sofa.

Sam sat in a chair. “Look, I know it must've been, um, hard.”

“What do you guys want from me?”

Dean took a seat beside Jeffery. “Well, um, we're pretty sure the demon that possessed you is back.”

“What? What do you mean? You exorcised him, right? He's... He's supposed to be in hell. I don't understand.”

“Three more women have been murdered over the past two weeks,” Dean told him. “Same victim profiles, same forensics, crime scene dusted with sulfur. We've got to assume that it's him.”

“But we're here now, okay?” Sam tried to assure him. “So if he comes after you, we'll nail him just like we did last time.”

“What was her name?” Jeffery asked. “The last one he killed.”

“Anna Paxton,” Sam answered.

“Marjorie Willis. She's the next one on the list.”

“List? What list?” Sam asked.

“The demon used to recite it all the time, like a grocery list. He burned it in my head, the names of all the women he was gonna kill.”

“He already had his victims chosen?” Sam looked surprised.

“And put in a line in an order.”

“But that sounds more human than demon,” Liam was leaning against the wall. “What the hell?”

“You saying you don’t believe me?”

“I’m a little suspicious, yes.”

“What he means is demons aren't usually into the obsessive serial killer crap. You know, they're more just kind of all around evil,” Dean said.

“He said it was his job.”

There was a knock at the door and Jeffery got up to answer it. A man peeked in. “Jeffrey, did your, uh, guests sign in?”

“I'm really sorry, Alan. They're friends of mine from my days back at the Post Office. I didn't know they were coming.”

“Okay, just get them to sign in when they sign out.”

Jeffery closed the door and Sam stood up. “Uh, Jeffrey, look, I'm gonna go, uh, find Marjorie Willis, keep her on watch, okay?”

“Don't worry. Liam and I are gonna stay here just in case,” Dean assured Jeffery.

Sam left and Jeffery sat back down. “When you left me at the ER I had three smashed fingers, five teeth out, a broken wrist, nose, cheekbone, collarbone. I had to get one hundred sixty stitches. Mugged. The doctor on duty said it looked like I got caught in the Spanish Inquisition.”

“And we're the good guys,” Liam gave a little sigh.

“They patched me up, mostly. But I lost my job, my health insurance. I just started to drink and drift, and I got lost. Had some kind of mental break. And I started to talk about what happened.”

Dean shook his head. “Aw, man. Never tell. Never.”

“I know that now, believe me.”

“So, let me guess. Drunk tank to psych eval to seventy two hour forced hold to a nice long stay at an institution of their choice.”

“Yes. For a long time, I didn't care. The truth was more important than where I was. I was in no shape to cope with the outside world.”

“Well, hey, you got out, you know? Holding it together.”

“And now the demon is back.”

Dean frowned. “Yeah. I'm sorry, man. I mean it, about all of it, you know?”

“You saved my life. I owe you for it. I know that. I owe a lot of people for getting even this far. I... crap.”

“What?”

“If he isn't already circling the next woman, Marjorie, then I think I might know where he is. He had this special place where he kept souvenirs where he nested.”

“Why didn't you tell us this?”

“I didn't want to go.”

“You don't have to go. We'll handle it.”

“I do. I have to.”

They drove to an abandoned warehouse. Dean pulled out his phone. “Damn it, no service. You?” he asked Liam.

“Me either,” Liam answered. “Very weird.”

They walked inside and looked around. “So, he'd get you this far, and then he'd shut your lights out, yeah?” Dean looked at him.

“For some reason, he was very secretive about this place. But after a while, he'd only really sort of cover my eyes when we walked in.”

Dean nodded. “Okay, you think you can get us back there?”

Jeffery closed his eyes and pointed. “Red door down the hallway.”

Dean moved his flashlight. “Yeah, there is.”

“This must be it.”

They opened the door and symbols were painted on the windows. Dean turned to Jeffrey. “Alright, stay over here. Okay? You just stay here. Don't move.” Dean’s flashlight fell on a young man chained to a chair. “What the hell?”

Dean and Liam went over to the chained up man with his mouth taped shut. “We're gonna get you out of here,” Liam assured him.

The man’s eyes widened and he tried to say something. “Hey, We’re not gonna hurt you, okay? But you got to stay still,” Dean stared to try and free him.

Jeffery came up from behind and plunged a syringe into Dean’s neck. Liam turned around and punched him hard. Jeffery pulled out a knife and ran at Liam. The two struggled, beating each other bloody until Jeffery slammed Liam’s head into a wall hard enough to knock him out. Then Jeffery dosed him with tranquilizer to be sure he wouldn’t wake up.

Dean opened his eyes a little while later. “Jeffery?”

“Good. You're up.”

Dean looked him over. “You look like you got hit with a brick wall. Where’s Liam?”

“Not a woman, and a pretty boy petite blond at that, but I had to get rid of him. He may have been the quiet type, but he sure didn’t go down easy.”

“What's going on?”

“No one asked you to get involved, to save me, to save anyone.”

“What?”

“Did you ever think that maybe I loved being possessed?” Jeffery wheeled out a table with spell ingredients. “Did you? I loved the connection, the power. And I loved him. Love of my life, actually.”

“Oh, you got to be kidding me.”

“He liberated me,” Jeffery said as he poured lighter fluid into a bowl full of coals. “Started me on my true life mission.”

“So you're the one with the thing for all those women, aren't you, Jeffrey? You're a serial killer.”

“I was nothing before he found me, a shadow too scared to do what I was brought here to do. Too timid to live up to my true potential.” He threw a lit match into the coals.

“So, what happened, redheaded mommy make you stuff birds, put on dresses?”

“You shouldn't trivialize other people's pain.”

“So, demon comes along, rides co-pilot in your skull. Teaches you how to kill. The list... that's yours.”

“For years, it was just a game I would play. Every time I'd walk by one of them in the street or see one on my mail route. There's a sound that comes from their brains. You know that? Only I can hear it, like an evil little steam whistle. Every time I saw one I'd follow her, take down her address.” He picked a knife up from the table. “But I was never gonna do anything, not till he came along. He's the one who saved me. And you sent him to hell.”

Jeffery took a bowl and placed it on the ground under Dean’s arm before cutting Dean’s arm and collecting the blood. “I like to think I know you pretty well.”

“Yeah, how do you figure?” Dean glared at him.

“I watched you torture an innocent man to get out a demon. Pretty charged situation... revealing. You guys talked about a lot, showed a lot of character. God, you were so desperate to fix the world back then. It kills you that people keep getting hurt, and you just can't stop it. Or I should say it's killed you, shouldn't I?” Jeffery picked up the bowl and put the knife into a jar of liquid and stirred it.

“You know what? Screw you.”

“Hey. I was there. I was depressed, Dean, because he was gone. I was a wreck, an emotional shell, a drunk. I was suicidal.”

“I don't usually endorse suicide, but, man, what stopped you?”

“It was Alan. At the house.”

“You're kidding me.”

“He's a really good rehab therapist. Really helped me focus on my goals. I really benefited from the whole program. A life well lived comes from the structured pursuit of meaningful happiness. I realized I was nothing without my demon. Then I decided I have to get him back.”

Jeffery poured the blood on the coals and stared chanting. The room shook until he finished and he stood looking disappointed. Then the chained up young man broke free and his eyes turned black. “Hello, Jeffrey. Dean Winchester. As I live and breathe. Again.”

The demon embraced Jeffery. “Oh! What are you doing?”

“I'm thanking you, Jeffrey,” the demon said as they waltzed around the room.

“What are you doing with this half dead piece of crap? Come into me.”

“We had a very special time together, didn't we, Jeffrey? It warms my heart to see you haven't forgotten what I taught you. You built on it. You captured a Winchester. You, Jeffrey... my pupil.”

“I don't want to be your pupil. I want to be yours.”

The demon took a step back. “But I'm done with you. My work is finished. You can do everything now, all on your beautiful own.”

“No.”

The demon backhanded Jeffery so that he fell. “We don't do no. Remember, Jeffrey?” The demon turned to Dean who was trying to get free. “Keep sawing away at your ropes, Penelope Pitstop. We can dance standing up if you want.”

So, is this what you do, find postal workers, make them go postal?”

“I talent scout. That's all. Looking for the next generation of superstars before they get to hell, like Jeffrey here. He had all the raw material just bubbling in there. All I had to do was loosen the lid on his jar, show him some practical know how.”

“Yeah, what about the kid?”

“This one? I don't think. Not much to work with. No natural gift. I'll probably burn this meat off on my way to Vegas.”

Liam jumped from the shadows and grabbed the demon by the throat. The demon struggled, but eventually black smoke came out of his mouth and exploded in flames. “You’re alive,” Dean smiled as he finally busted free.

“I might need a little patching up, but still kicking, yeah.”

Sam and Nora came in then. “My son!” Nora ran to the young man on the ground. “Is he going to be all right?”

“Should be,” Liam nodded. “He was possessed for a little while, but the demon is now dead, so...” Liam wandered over to Jeffrey. “Can I kill this one?”

Dean came over to him. “A psychopath serial killer? Sure. The world ain’t gonna miss him.”

Liam pulled out his knife and plunged the blade into Jeffrey’s heart. “Much better.”

They cleaned up and went back to the motel. Dean flopped on the bed and Sam leaned against the wall. “So, Jeffrey was just pretending to be the victim. Way back in that farmhouse during the exorcism. He was just acting.”

“He was a psychopath, Sam,” Dean said with his eyes closed. “That's what they do all the time, is act. Act like they're normal, act like they're not balls to the wall crazy.”

“You going to sleep?”

“Damn straight. Screw consciousness, that's what I say.”

“Okay. I’ll go to my room. But um, John’s birthday is in four days, and he wants his daddy for his birthday, so… Also, there was one other stop I wanted to make quick.”

“Copy that,” Dean mumbled.

Three days later they were knocking on Becky’s door. She opened it and smiled. “Sam! I knew you’d come!”

Sam sighed as she motioned for them to come in. “Given what you told me how could I not? We’re not staying long though.”

Becky nodded. “I understand. You’re very busy.”

Sam sat on her couch. “Yeah, I wanted to make sure you do understand what’s really going to happen here. Liam told me you had some days circled on your calendar and a fertility statue. Tell me the truth, were you trying to get pregnant?”

Becky sat beside him. “Sam, I just wanted a happy little family with you.”

Sam shook his head. “But that’s not what you’re going to get. Becky, I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours, but let me break it with a little dose of reality. Kids, especially babies, they require a lot of work. When John was born Natalie and I were so sleep deprived… The only time I really slept was while we were away on cases or when the uncles took him for a night. Then he started crawling and we had to baby proof the house. He turns two tomorrow, and you cannot take your eyes off that boy for a second. I’ve been gone for months and Natalie has been raising our son by herself. She doesn’t have to work, which works out well. You’re going to be by yourself too.”

Becky looked upset. “You’re not going to be the baby’s daddy?”

“The first thing I want is a DNA test. If I am the biological father then we’ll work something out. I just want to make sure you know that my job and the family I wanted to have comes first. I didn’t even want John, but I slept with his mother of my own free will and we had a little surprise. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

Becky frowned. “I understand. What exactly are we going to work out though?”

“If the baby is mine I’m going to want visitation. Also, you know I don’t get paid for my job, so I have nothing to offer in the way of child support. However, my fiance, being the wonderful woman that she is, might be willing to pay some. Don’t misunderstand, she thinks I should’ve let Liam shoot you, but if the baby is mine than he or she shouldn’t be made to suffer. She’s going to hire a lawyer to sort all that out, so you should probably look for one too.”

“Fiance? You’re getting married to someone else?”

“Yeah, being married to you for a little over a hundred days made me realize I wanted to marry the woman I actually love. That’s about the only good to come out of that mess.”

“You don’t think our baby is good?”

“Honestly? No. Like I just told you, I never wanted any kids. If you had gotten to know me instead of drugging me I could’ve told you that. I am taking responsibility for the one I’ve got to the best of my ability of course, but…”

“Okay, you’ve made your point.”

“Good. Just let me know when you’re close to your due date. I do want to be here when the baby is born. We can do the DNA test then and go from there.”

“I thought you were really great, but you’re a jerk.”

“I’m the jerk?” Sam glared at her. “You fed me a love potion and you raped me. Then when the potion wore off you tied me to your bed.”

“I didn’t rape you! You wanted it as much as I did and it was wonderful.”

“That was the love potion talking. It’s no different than you slipping me any other date rape drug. Now you’re pregnant and you’re saying the baby is mine. I think I’m being pretty cool about this since I’m not having you arrested. I… You know what, let’s just go.”

Sam got up and they went back to the car. “Natalie know we’re coming?” Dean asked.

“Yeah. She told me John wants his daddy for his birthday, so I told her I would try to make it.”
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