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Hunting Humanity VIII	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After dinner while Dean went to his and Liam’s room, Liam went to see Sam. “Can I help you?” Sam looked up to the blond. “Or did you accidentally go into the wrong room?”

“No, right room,” Liam answered, leaning against the wall. “I just wanted to have a word with you for a moment.” He looked down at the floor before turning his gaze to Sam.

“Uh, okay...” Sam looked a little confused. “Shoot.”

Liam let out a soft little sigh. “Look, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry in my part for being selfish. Well, partially selfish anyway.”

“Thanks for that,” Sam gave him a little nod. “But only partially selfish?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’m not the only one who benefits from having you around. While I can be a selfish creature at times, there’s also your brother, your wife, those kids you were about to call...”

“And my brother doesn’t know you’re here, does he?”

“No. I’m not getting involved in that, the two of you can sort that out. I just… I know how you feel, and why, but… You know, Metatron would’ve done what he did regardless, and we still would’ve had this mess, and it is easier to deal with having you around. Still, we were mostly thinking of ourselves in the moment, and for that I am sorry.”

Sam sat back on his bed. “I guess that’s a lot better than getting kneed in the junk.”

Liam frowned a little. “Reflex to being insulted.”

“Sam!” they heard Dean call out.

Both men rushed to Dean’s room to see what was going on, but he wasn’t there. The light’s flickered and they looked at each other. “That’s not good,” Liam commented as he headed out to the control room.

“Dean?” Sam called out when he saw the map table flicker and a chair was spinning. He grabbed an iron sword off a display and started looking around.

“Sam!” Liam pointed behind him and Sam turned to see a blurry apparition floating toward them.

A shot rang out and the apparition disappeared. Both men looked over to see Dean holding a shotgun. “Yep. Bunker's haunted.”

All three of them went to the kitchen and started packing rock salt rounds. “How is this possible?” Liam asked. “I thought you said this was the safest place on the planet,” he looked to Sam.

Sam just let out a little sigh. “Look, I know nothing got in. I mean, the bunker is warded and sigiled from top to bottom. There's no way something came in from the outside.”

“Okay, so whoever's haunting us died here,” Dean said.

“What, dead man of letters?” Sam looked to his brother.

Dean shook his head. “No, that doesn't track. I mean, we're the first people to occupy this place in fifty years. Why would a ghost wait so long to get its spook on?”

“Must have been a more recent death,” Liam offered as he leaned against the counter.

“No!” Dean was adamant.

“How can you be so sure?” Sam raised the question.

“Because I burned his body myself, okay? It's not him.”

“Okay, so you cremated him. We cremated Bobby, too, and he came back,” Sam pointed out.

“Sam, I'm telling you… This ghost, it's not Kevin.” Just then the coffee maker next to Dean started going crazy.

“Kevin?” Sam looked to the coffee maker as he spoke.

Sam ran to get the EMF detector and poked around the coffee maker while Dean and Liam searched the rest of the bunker. “Anything?” Dean asked when he reentered the kitchen.

“Eh, a couple of dings. A little EMF activity, but mostly...silence.”

“So, he's back in the veil.”

Sam shrugged. “I guess so. Fumbling to break through. I mean, you got to figure it took Bobby months to make contact.”

“Kevin's only... He's new at this. By the way, why was Liam with you?”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Are you honestly suspicious? He just had something he wanted to say me.”

“Such as?”

“That’s between me and him.” Sam got up from the table and headed out. “Alright, you’re up.”

Dean took Sam’s place in front of the coffeemaker on the table. “Kevin? Alright, I can't do this. Coffee buzzing, bump in the night crap. I got serious things to say to you, okay? And I'm not gonna say them to this.” He got up and leaned against the table. “Kevin, I'm sorry. You did not choose this life. You busted your ass, you lost everything, everyone you've loved... And your reward? Getting killed... On my watch. If I... It was on me. It was my fault, and...” He closed his eyes a minute to get back control. “And there's nothing I can do to make that right. I am so sorry.”

Sam and Liam came back in. “Hey, did you see that?” Sam asked. “The lights were...”

They watched as Kevin appeared before them mumbling to himself. “No, this is not happening. Didn't spend months struggling to break through the veil just to get stuck listening to Dean Winchester having a self pity session. Didn't hear enough of those when I was alive.”

“Kevin?” Dean’s eyes widened.

“You can see me?” Kevin was surprised.

Sam took a step toward him. “Hey, take it easy, Kevin. You might not hold this form for too long, okay? I, it takes a while.”

“Then we should talk fast.”

Dean blinked a few times. “Wait. Why aren't you in heaven? I mean, if anybody deserves an express pass to paradise...”

“I couldn't. I can't. No one can. Heaven's closed for business. Everyone who's died since the angels fell are just stuck inside the veil, waiting. And it's bad in here. Like DMV line times infinity bad.”

“We really need to crucify Metatron upside down and fix this,” Liam muttered.

“Well, I mean, what can we do?” Sam asked.

“I need a favor, big one. Find my mother.”

“Crowley only told you she was alive to mess with you,” Dean told him again.

“I'm not going off his word, alright?” Kevin snapped. “I have my own sources. It's crowded in the veil. All of us are stuck near the sites of our deaths. But I've been able to pass messages spirit to spirit. I made contact with another new arrival. She said she saw my mom just a week ago, alive.”

Dean gave a little nod. “Okay, this spirit that you're playing ghost telephone with, I mean, what do you even know about her?”

“Her name's Candy. Says she's in a forest in Wichita.”

“That's it? That's all you got?” Sam asked.

“Long distance communication within the veil, it's not ideal. That's why I need you to go there, summon her, see what else she knows. You say you want to make it right? This is how.” Kevin disappeared.

Dean sighed and looked to his companions. “I guess we’re going spirit hunting then.”

As soon as they gathered everything up they drove out to the right spot, parking by the road and walking through the woods. “Alright, that's the trestle,” Sam motioned a little ways away. “Candy said her spirit was stuck nearby.”

“She died here?” Dean asked. “Dude, what got her? A bear?”

“Somehow I doubt that,” Liam commented before yawning and starting to set up their equipment.

Sam shook his head while he too helped set things up. “I'm still stuck on the fact that we're trying to summon a ghost named Candy. You know, just because Kevin said he heard his mom is alive doesn't mean she-”

“Hey, we at least owe it to the kid to try, right?” Dean snapped.

“What did you bring?” Sam asked as he hung up a radio.

“Well, she's only been dead a week, right? So I figured she could use as much help as she can get, so...” He pulled out the coffeemaker.

“Really?” Sam gave his brother a strange look.

Dean shrugged. “Whatever works.”

Liam shook his head. “You really are an idiot.”

“That’s a little harsh,” Dean frowned.

“But I mean it with love.”

“Yeah… Sure...”

They did the summoning ritual and then waited, but nothing seemed to be happening. “You feel that? I think I felt a chill,” Sam said after a few minutes.

“Yeah. It's because it's cold,” Dean grumbled as he picked up his phone and dialed. “Crowley, it's Dean. Call me when you get this,” he said before hanging up.

“Really, Dean?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“That's your third unanswered voicemail. You ever think maybe he's just not that into you?”

“Well, he is our last confirmed link to Ms. Tran. Yes, he is a flaming douche, but at least we know he's real, which is more than we can say for this Candy no show.”

Suddenly the radio came to life. Sam got up and went over to it. “Candy? Are you there? Is that you, Candy?”

“Hello?” a female voice came out of the radio.

“Candy?” Sam called out to her.

“In the box. They put me in the box. All of us in boxes, side by side. Me, Jerome, Linda.”

“Candy, these boxes, where were they?” Sam tried to get more information out of her.

“I don't know. They were cold. Dark. There was a vent. We could talk to one another.”

“Okay, and the walls, can you describe them?”

“Bare. Cement. Except for the door. That was metal, but...like, ridged.”

“Ridged? You mean like corrugated?” Liam asked.

“Yeah! I tried to lift the door, but I couldn't. Locked from the outside.”

“Like a storage unit?” Dean looked to his companions.

“Maybe,” Sam gave a little nod. “Candy, who was holding you there?”

“Two men. It was so dark in the box. When they came, I could barely see. The first guy was British, I think. Kind of short, loved hearing himself talk.”

“Crowley,” Sam guessed. “And what do they want?”

“Said I was worth more alive than dead. But he stopped coming. Then it was just the other guy. We thought with just him...we'd try to escape. I ran so hard, so far, but...”

“Candy, are you there? What about Ms. Tran? Candy?” Sam asked.

“I don't know. Maybe she survived.”

“Maybe? That's not what you told her son,” Dean seemed a little irritated.

“I said she was alive. I don't know what happened after. For her sake, I hope she's dead.”

The radio went quiet and Candy was gone. “Life just keeps getting more and more interesting,” Liam sighed as he started cleaning everything up.

“You said it,” Dean agreed. “But we have to do this. Babe, I know you’re tired, but if Candy was killed trying to escape then wherever Mrs. Tran is being held can’t be too far.”

“Can I divorce you and go crawl into a big warm bed?”

Dean frowned. “If that’s what you really want...”

Liam stopped and wrapped an arm around Dean’s waist to pull him close, putting his head to his husband’s chest. “That’s not what I want you big dummy. I’m tired and being snarky, you should know that by now.”

“I know,” Dean stroked his cheek. “Oh, you feel warm again.”

“And don’t you start. We’re here, and even though I’m tired as hell… When we’re done and we get back to the bunker we’ll go to bed.”

After everything was cleaned up they got back into the car and Sam got on his tablet to dig up some information. “Okay, there are three storage facilities nearby. The closest one is about a mile up the road. Oh, and I, uh, I dug up some stuff on Candy. Turns out she was the kept woman of a powerful Congressman. Gossip blog said he worshiped the ground she walked on, literally. He, uh, had a foot fetish.”

Dean started driving toward the nearest storage facility. “So, Crowley was holding the beloved tootsies of a powerful politician?”

“And the beloved mother of a powerful Prophet,” Sam nodded.

Dean let out a little sigh. “Human leverage. But why kill Candy?”

“Well, you heard her. Uh, she tried to make a break for it. Maybe Crowley wanted to make an example.”

“No. The guy left in charge. Crowley wanted the victims alive.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “So, what, you want to give him a medal? I mean, Crowley's the one who put them in the cells in the first place.”

“Yeah, I know. I'm just talking it out. You know, working the case. Businesslike.”

They pulled up at the storage facility and Dean turned to say something to Liam, but saw him passed out. He motioned to Sam to get out of the car quietly so as not to wake him. Sam gave him a look. “Dude, you know if you just leave him here he’ll be pissed when he does wake up. Hey, hobbit, rise and shine!”

“Did they infiltrate the last sewer?” Liam mumbled as his eyes opened a little.

Dean chuckled. “You dream about work?”

The blond frowned when he was more awake. “Not exactly.”

“Then what?” Dean asked as they got out of the car.

“Just never you mind,” Liam said as he followed them inside.

When they were in the office Dean rang the bell on the counter and a pasty guy with glasses came out. “Can I help you?”

Dean flashed his fake badge. “FBI. Need to take a look at your, uh, rental records.”

The guy paused a moment. “Uh, my manager's not here. I really don't think I should-”

“Hey! The records, pal.” Dean growled.

The guy swallowed hard. “Yeah. Barry! Bring out the rental binder!” A guy who looked similar brought out a thick binder and put it in front of Dean. “There you go, sir.”

While Dean started thumbing through the records a map of the facility on the wall caught Sam’s attention. “Hey. Okay, check it out. Corridor Q. Three adjacent units separate from the others. I mean, Candy said there were three hostages, right?”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded as he skipped to those records. “Okay. It's all leased by the same guy, a D. Webster.”

Sam came over to look. “D. Webster? Wait. As in, like, Daniel Webster?”

“Well, I know a lame Crowley in joke when I see one.”

That seemed to have caught the attendant’s attention. “You guys say D. Webster?”

“Yeah, you seen him?” Dean asked.

“Uh, no, just... I know his name from the records. He's leasing another unit on the other side of the facility. I could show you.”

“Yeah. That'd be great.” Dean turned to Sam. “Alright, why don't you take corridor Q with the hobbit? I'll go with, uh, the funky homosapien.”

Liam was giving the guy a funny look. “Actually, I think I’ll go with you.”

Dean’s gaze went back and forth between the attendant and his husband for a few seconds. “Okay...” he seemed to catch on.

The attendant took them to another unit and Liam and Dean looked around a bit while the attendant played with his phone. “You sure this is the one leased by Webster?” Liam asked suspiciously.

“Yeah, this is it,” the guy insisted.

Dean pulled out a box with the name Bob Gunderson on it, and he gave Liam a little ‘you were right’ look. The attendant tried to attack Dean from behind, but like lightning Liam whirled around and grabbed him by the throat, a jolt of electricity surging through him before he was tossed on the ground. Dean stood over him. “So, you're the one. You're the one who Crowley left in charge.”

“Yeah. What a privilege,” the demon snorted. “Feeding the apes, hosing the floors, washing out the honey buckets, and for zero credit. The boss, MIA. Too important to show for work, to even return my calls. And you know the worst part? I wasn't even allowed to kill anyone. I was told to protect them. I mean, how sick is that? Am I not a young, vital demon with basic demon needs and rights?”

Dean chuckled. “Yeah, and now you got bigger problems. That shock my partner gave you, that was a love tap.”

“Yeah, but I think he belongs to someone else,” Liam said as he reached for the phone and pressed a few buttons. The demon tried to smoke out, but Liam shoved him back in, holding his hand over the guy’s mouth for a few seconds. “I don’t think so. Dean, go get Sam and Mrs. Tran.”

“What are you?” the demon looked scared when Dean left.

The blond only shrugged. “Just someone with interesting gifts I guess. I suspect my partners know more than I do about it, but I guess it doesn’t matter so long as I get to dominate your sorry ass. It feels… I don’t know… like the way things are supposed to be.”

Dean came back shortly with his brother and Kevin’s mom looking dirty and disheveled. Dean handed her the knife. “We think this one is yours.”

She smirked as she took it and advanced on the demon. “Hey, lady. I swear. I was just following-” His body jerked and went still as she stabbed him in the heart. Then she turned to the men. “Take me to my son.”

A little while later Dean walked into the bunker. “Kevin? You here? Kev?”

Kevin appeared in front of him. “Well?”

“We got her. She's alive. She's here. But we wanted to give you a moment to... You know, process.”

“Oh. I, uh... Does she know?”

Mrs. Tran came in and looked at him with a tear in her eye. “Kevin? Hello, son.”

“Hey, mom.”

“Yeah, well...” Dean looked to Liam and Sam as they came in. “It’s really late and I’m sure we’re all tired. Mrs. Tran, I will show you where you can get cleaned up and find a bed, and we’ll wrap all this up in the morning.”

When Dean came into the bedroom Liam was all settled in and waiting. “Feel at least a little better?”

Dean took his shirt off and threw it in the corner. “Yeah, and no… I’m glad we saved Mrs. Tran, but then we had to tell her that her son was dead. Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Uh, yeah...”

Once Dean was undressed he climbed into the bed. “Do I really throw myself pity parties?”

“Yes.”

Dean shook his head. “I knew you’d be honest, but… Really?”

“Really,” Liam put his hand on Dean’s chest. “Sweetheart, you’re kinda the brooding type. Yeah, a lot of really crappy stuff happens to you, but you dwell on it, and then you forget to enjoy the good stuff. You’re hard on yourself, more than you really need to be.”

Dean let out a little sigh and pulled his husband a bit closer. “Well, I have you. Like I said in my vows, I’m here as long as you’ll have me, and I’ll enjoy every minute.”

In the morning after a quick and mostly silent breakfast Dean took Mrs. Tran into the library to help her go through Kevin’s things. He laid everything out onto the table. “So, this is, uh, all of it. You know, hunter's tools, notebooks, papers, pencils, PSAT results. Perfect score. Way to go, kid.”

She found a ring in a box and picked it up with a small and bittersweet smile. “This. This is it. His father's. Mr. Tran died when Kevin was a baby. It's the only piece of his father Kevin ever had. If Kevin's spirit is bound to some object here... This is it.”

“Listen, Ms. Tran. There's a lot that we don't know about this heaven situation. There are risks to taking Kevin home with you,” Dean gave her a little warning. “Now, spirits, the longer that they're in the veil, they have a way of... Well, it doesn't end up well.”

She gave him a little bit of a stern look. “He's my son. It's my job to keep him safe for as long as I can.”

A little while later Liam returned with a set of keys that he handed to Mrs. Tran. “Well, got you a ride. You’ll probably want to get out of the general vicinity soon.”

Dean smiled and shook his head. “You know, it’s scary how quick you learn.”

Liam rolled his eyes. “I’ve been borrowing without asking since way before I met you two. This is just my first car.”

Dean just turned to Kevin who was beside his mom at the base of the stairs. “Knowing what you know, you sure you want to go with her? I mean, I’m not trying to...”

“She was held and tortured for a year because of me,” Kevin responded. “Now that I found her, I'm not letting her out of my sight. She's my responsibility.”

Sam looked a little choked up at that. “And you were ours. And we failed you. I...”

“Sam. I know that wasn't you. Go put a blade in that asshat who possessed you and we'll call it square.” Sam gave a little smile and nod. “Guys, thank you.”

“You can thank us when we get you to heaven where you belong,” Dean said. “Okay, until then, enjoy your time with your mom. The, uh, uninterrupted, no escape quality time.”

Kevin smiled. “Dick. Hey, before I go... Will you guys promise me something?”

“Anything,” Sam nodded.

“Can you two... Get over it? Dudes, just because you couldn't see me doesn't mean I couldn't see you. The drama, the fighting... It's stupid. My mom's taking home a ghost. You three... You're all still here.”

“Of course. Promise,” Sam agreed.

“Good,” Kevin gave a little nod and he and his mom left.

When they were gone Dean turned toward where Sam was standing. “Well, that was...” he started to say before noticing that Sam was already gone and he let out a frustrated little sigh.

Liam put his hand on his shoulder. “Give it time. This isn’t a one hour TV special, this is life, and a lot of heavy shit to deal with.”

“Did you ever get mad at your brother like this?”

“Yep. When he got married and built his own house I felt like he was abandoning me because he was just leaving me with… I was an asshole with him for a few months. Then one evening he came over to check on me, and I was on the floor, and.. He came in and tried to help me like nothing had changed, and I screamed at him to go away and leave me alone. It turned into an intense discussion. He explained to me that even though he loved me dearly he couldn’t just put his life on hold until our father dropped dead. He already delayed it more than he should have. But he thought that since I was older and more independent that I would be okay. He still came and checked on me, and I was welcome to hide out at his house whenever I needed, which was better than the old abandoned cabin.”

Dean gave him a little nod. “So, just give it time?”

“Yeah. Why don’t you and I go spend some quality time in our room? I have my Harry Potter DVD’s, and we can cuddle while we watch.”

Dean gave him a little smile. “Sounds good to me.”
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