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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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Sam sat on the floor with John putting together a child’s puzzle with Disney characters. “You look like you got a lot on your mind,” Natalie came up behind them. “I don’t think you slept much last night.”

“I do have a lot on my mind. I don’t want to upset you, but before we came home we stopped to see Becky. I wanted to make sure she understood how things were going to work if the baby is mine. She is obviously very prone to fantasy. She said she did get pregnant on purpose because she wanted a happy little family. I don’t think she has a clue what having a baby is really like. But I told her that you and John come before her.”

Natalie sat on the couch. “Keep in mind that none of this is the baby’s fault. That’s the only reason I’m willing to pay child support for you, the kid that just got dumped into this mess. I’m really glad you made it back for John’s birthday. We both really missed you.”

“I missed both of you too. John is getting so big, and I’m missing it. And now I might have another kid to worry about. Things just keep getting more and more complicated.”

“I hate to add to the complication of things, but I made an appointment with my lawyer to sign that prenup. We have to leave in five minutes. Dean said he’d be happy to watch John. I also picked the date of July 12^th of next year for the wedding. It’s so hard picking a date with your life to consider, but...”

“Okay, that’s a good date. I’m sorry for leaving everything up to you. And yeah, I said I would sign a prenup, so let me get myself together.”

Dean came in from the kitchen. “I guess the little rugrat is mine for a few hours. What have we got here?” Dean lowered himself to the floor. “A puzzle, huh? Good times.”

“Where’s Liam?” Sam asked as he put his coat on.

“Taking a nice long hot bath. I’m sure he’s getting a little wrinkled about now and should be down soon. You don’t trust me, your own brother, to watch him by myself? Sam, that hurts.”

“No, I trust you. Was just wondering where he was and how he is.”

“He’s still crying himself to sleep and having nightmares. But he’s still plastering a smile on his face in the morning and functioning. He won’t talk about it, so there’s not much I can do.”

“Okay, well, we’ll be back in a bit.” Sam knelt down to kiss and hug John before leaving.

Liam came down a few minutes later looking like he had been crying again. Dean sighed. “Liam, maybe if you talk about it...”

Liam sat on the couch. “I told you, you’ve got enough of your own crap. You don’t even really need me, so...”

“Don’t even...” Dean got up on the couch to hug him. “Quit thinking about people who were too stupid to love you. Concentrate on those of us that do love you. I love you very much. You didn’t do anything did you?”

“Crossed my mind, but no.” He saw John had finished the puzzle. “Yay, you did it! Wanna color a little bit now?”

“Yes, color!” John answered enthusiastically. “All wet,” he said next.

“Okay,” Liam nodded. “Let’s get you into a dry diaper and then you can color.”

Dean sighed. “Liam, you’re using the kid to avoid talking to me.”

“No, I am being a responsible caregiver. Dean, I don’t wanna talk about my daddy issues in front of a two year old.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to talk about them sometime. While you’re changing his diaper I’ll get the crayons and paper.”

Sam and Natalie came back and Dean and Liam were on the couch with John watching a little kid’s show. “Hey, everything good here?” Sam came up behind them.

Dean looked up at him. “The kid is still alive and in one piece. I’d call that a win. This show would be a lot more entertaining if I was drunk.”

“Yeah, but you can’t drink and watch a toddler,” Sam pointed out. “You didn’t, did you?”

Dean scoffed. “What kind of idiots do you think we are? How’d the appointment go by the way?”

“Pretty good I guess. The lawyer pretty much just explained the terms and then I signed it.”

“And?” Liam asked. “What are the terms?”

“If the marriage breaks up because of infidelity on my part I get nothing. Otherwise she was pretty generous.”

“So, basically, you just gotta keep it in your pants,” Dean looked at his brother. “Think you can do that?”

“Yeah, I think I can. I know I screwed up once, but so did you. I would hope we both learned from those mistakes.”

“Yeah, we were idiots that were lucky enough to have forgiving significant others.”

“You idiots up for a case?” Liam asked.

“You were looking for one while watching my son?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Relax, I poked around while Dean was coloring with him. Anyway, Portland, Oregon, a ballerina died. They're saying drugs, but read between the lines. Sounds like she danced her own feet off. Might be our kind of thing.”

Dean shook his head. “Dancers. They are toe shoes full of crazy.”

“And you would know this how?” Sam asked.

“I saw ‘Black Swan’. Twice. Hot tutu on tutu action? Come on, Sam. What's wrong with you?” Liam smacked him in the back of the head. “Ow! Sorry...”

“I don’t like the thought of leaving my family when I just got here three days ago, but okay. Can we leave in the morning?”

“Yeah,” Liam nodded. “Spend the rest of today with your family. I’m just gonna go for a walk and do some more thinking.”

Dean stroked his hair. “Try to think positive thoughts. Also, don’t stay out too long. It’s really cold out there.”

Three days later they were walking into the Portland police station. “So, the usual, no EMF, no sulfur, no hex junk,” Sam told them.

They walked up to the counter and had to wait until two officers finished their conversation. “Yeah?” a young officer looked at them.

“Uh, we'd like to see the crime scene photos from the Irina Koganzon case, please,” Sam said.

“And you would be…?” They held up their FBI badges. “Give me a minute,” the officer walked off.

Several minutes later the officer handed over the case file. Dean looked at the pictures. “Yeah, I'd call that weird.”

They went back to the evidence room to see the shoes and Sam flashed his badge. “Hey, there. How you doing?”

“Okay. What can I do for you fellas?”

“Well, we need to see the shoes that were involved in the ballet dancer's death.”

“Didn't figure that would be an FBI deal. But sure. Yeah, right here,” the officer turned and saw the shoes gone. “Damn it, Tracy.”

“Who’s Tracy?” Dean asked.

“My daughter. She loves ballet.”

They raced into the ladies room where the officer said she went and found Tracy on the floor wearing the shoes. “Hey, take those shoes off,” Sam ordered.

It was too late. She was pulled up by an invisible force and started spinning. Sam grabbed her around her middle and picked her up. “Get the shoes!”

Dean took one foot and Liam took the other, but her feet started flailing wildly. Liam got kicked in the face. “I’m sorry!” Tracy cried. Liam got the one shoe off, and Dean was also kicked in the head before getting the other off.

Sam set Tracy down. “Okay. I'm going with cursed object.”

“You think?” Liam tenderly touched his nose.

“You okay?” Sam turned to Tracy. She nodded and he used a pen to pick up the shoes. He noticed a sticker from an antique shop in one of them. “Next stop, Out With The Old. I suppose it's too much to hope that these shoes are the only thing in that store that we have to worry about.”

“Oh, what a dreamer you are,” Dean chuckled as he got in the car.

They drove to the store and went inside toward a man mopping the floor. Sam held out the shoes. “Hey, did you sell these?”

“Uh, yeah,” the man nodded.

“Where did you get them?”

“My mother had them in that box,” he pointed to a box on the counter. Sam picked up the wooden box and looked inside to see symbols inside it. “I don't understand. What's happening?” Sam put the shoes back in the box. “Okay, if it's not too much trouble, do you mind telling me, uh, what's going on?”

They all showed their FBI ID’s. “What's your name?” Sam asked.

“Scott Freeman.”

“You said these were your mother's? Where'd she get them?”

“I don't know. I found them in the back.”

“Now, where is your mother?”

“Well, she's, uh... She passed away last week.”

“I'm sorry to hear that. Scott, listen. These shoes...”

“Just some personal stuff she collected. I'm trying to get rid of it all.”

“All? Is there more like this?” Dean walked out of the back carrying a bunch of empty wooden boxes with symbols. “Scott, what was in those boxes?”

Scott looked at them funny. “Okay, what the hell kind of FBI guys are you?”

“The kind that are trying to fix the mess you started,” Liam answered. “Now where'd your mom get these?”

“I don't know. I found them in her safe.”

Sam sighed. “Did it ever occur to you that these things might be locked in that safe for a reason?”

“No, I just thought it was some of the junk that she had collected over the years. Like, I knew she was into some weird stuff, but I never thought that she would be, like...”

Dean glared at him. “Yeah, well, think again, okay? Because this junk is killing people.”

“What? Like, how can that be?”

Sam put a hand on his shoulder. “Look, Scott. We're gonna need to know exactly what you sold out of that safe and names and addresses of who you sold it to.”

They were given a list of items so they decided to split up. Liam was sent to pick up a tea kettle. There was no answer when he knocked on the door so he went inside and found a badly burned dead woman on the floor with the kettle beside her. He picked up a rubber glove off the stove and picked the kettle up with it. “You are a pretty kettle. Too bad you’re cursed.”

He called the dead body in and then called Dean. “Got to the kettle a little too late. What about you?”

“Got the porn. Just in time too.”

“You would choose the porn to go after. What was he doing anyway?”

“Uh, you don't want to know.”

They all met back at the shop and boxed the stuff up and put it back in the safe. “So my mom wasn't just some whack job. All this stuff is real?” Scott looked a little shocked.

“Yep,” Dean nodded.

“Well, now I really feel like crap.”

“How come?”

“I kept pushing her to sell the store. She kept saying no, and I kept pushing her, you know, telling her how much money she'd make.”

“You think you changed her mind?” Dean asked.

“I don't know. You know, this real estate lady kept coming around, and then one day, just like that, mom says okay. Then she had that accident, never even got to enjoy the money.”

“How soon after?” Liam asked.

“The next day.”

“How did she die?”

“Car crash. You know, I keep thinking, if I hadn't pushed her, then...”

Dean put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, a little tip. Uh, feeling guilty ain't gonna bring her back. Best you can do is live your life the way that you think would make her proud. Or at least not embarrass the crap out of her. Oh, uh, you know the drill, right? Don't touch anything in those boxes. In fact, don't even go near the safe. Once we get it all boxed up we'll get a U-Haul and get everything out of here.”

“Believe me, I got it.”

They waked outside and Liam looked down the street. “Did you guys happen to notice that like every store on this block has been bought by the same person?”

Dean looked. “You know what, you’re right. You think it means something?”

“It means somebody is up to something. And the way Scott’s mom died, I don’t like it.”

“See, you’re a genius. I’m hungry, so why don’t we go find some place for food and research?”

Dean sat in a cafe with Liam and poked around on the laptop while he ate a sandwich. “Listen to this. The lady spends forty years trying to keep that place, right? Then one day she wakes up and sells. Next day, drives her car off a cliff. Oh, and there's this new company, never even tasted real estate but just gobbled up a huge chunk of Main Street. Now, I could be off the deep end here, but doesn't that seem weird to you?”

“Yeah, it seems weird,” Liam agreed as he ate his soup.

“Son of a bitch. The corporate contact site is blocked.” Dean picked up his phone to call Frank.

“This better be good,” Frank answered.

“Frank, hey, I don't mean to double dip in your crazy sauce. No offense.”

“None taken, fudge pop.”

“But I think I found something.”

“My silence is your cue, Dean.”

“All right, so, there's this new company that's buying up a whole bunch of, uh, mom-'n'-pops in Portland, but I hit a firewall when I tried to access its site. Think you can crack it?”

“Can a dog play poker?”

“I don't...”

“The answer is yes. What's the company name?”

“Uh, Geothrive, Inc.”

Frank hung up and they finished their meal. Dean then ordered them both a piece of pie. “If I wanted pie I would’ve ordered pie,” Liam protested.

“Just eat the pie. A little comfort food won’t hurt you since you hardly eat as is.” Dean’s phone rang and he answered. “Frank, tell me you got something.”

“Of course I got something. I figured out why you hit that firewall.”

“My silence is your cue, Frank.”

“Oh, touché. So, you were trying to access the Geothrive internal site, and the reason why you couldn't is because if you dig down deep, it's all Dick.”

“Yeah, well, that'd be helpful if you didn't say that about everything.”

“Yeah, except I'm operating on hard fact now, wise ass.”

“So you're telling me that Geothrive is part of Roman, Inc.?”

“It's a conglomerate within a subsidiary within a conglomerate. It's all tied together, Dean.”

“So, what, leviathans are Walmart-ing mom-'n'-pops?”

“And bingo was his name-o.”

“So, we've got a big field in Wisconsin and a bunch of friggin shops in Portland? What the hell are they up to?”

“Beats me. All I know is it's corporate and smelly as the day is long. If I were you, I'd get out of Dodge, pronto.”

“People are dying here, Frank.”

“Sure, every second. Check the obesity stats. That town ain't nothing special.”

“Well, we're not done here, okay, and, hey, we might get some answers.”

“Fine. Call me if you don't die,” Frank hung up.

Sam came in and joined them. “Um, how's it going?”

“I just got off the phone with Frank. Apparently, we have a bit of a leviathan issue in this town.”

“Leviathans, here?”

“Yeah. We're looking at a big, old giant nesting doll of Dick, as far as property sales go.”

Sam’s phone stared ringing and he picked it up. “Hey, Scott.”

“Please, Sam. You got to help me.”

“What's happening?”

“I looked in one of my mom's old mirrors, and now I want to rip my face off! I think it was cursed.”

“Alright, hold tight. Uh, we're on our way.”

Dean looked at his brother. “Let me guess. He touched something he was not supposed to.”

“Of course he did,” Sam sighed as he got back up.

They drove to the store and went inside. Scott was tied up and the realty woman and her assistant were standing there. “So much for the cursed mirror,” Dean sighed.

“Sam, Liam, and Dean. It is such a pleasure to make your acquaintances. Now, just so you can put names to the faces that’ll be eating you, I'm Joyce, and this is my assistant, George.”

Dean nodded. “Oh, you're the lady from the real estate signs.”

“Yes. You like my photo?”

“Oh, you might want to lay off the whitening strips.”

“Oh, Dean. I am gonna enjoy picking you out of my teeth.”

Joyce threw Dean into a glass display case and Liam punched her while George grabbed Sam. Liam and Joyce struggled while Dean got up and hit her from behind. She hit Dean hard and threw Liam across the room. Liam got up and saw a sword mounted on the wall in a glass case. He broke the glass and grabbed the sword, lopping off Joyce’s head while she was strangling Dean.

He turned on George who instantly let go of Sam and held his hands up. “Truce!”

“Watch him,” Dean said to Liam as he picked up Joyce’s head and put it in a bag, which he put in the safe.

Sam untied Scott. “Okay, after this you’re gonna want to like disappear.”

“Okay, I get that these things mean business, you know, but I can't just, like, uproot my life.”

“Sure you can,” Dean assured him. “It's not as hard as you think.”

“Look, Scott. These big mouths don't like to leave loose ends,” Sam told him.

“So don't you look back till you get someplace where you don't speak the language,” Dean added.

“Alright. I'm going. Thank you, I guess.”

Sam turned to George. “One minute. That's how long you have to explain to us why we should leave your head where it is.”

“Because I am dying to know what that bitch tastes like.”

Dean blinked. “Wait, let me get this straight. You want to eat your boss?”

“You got a better way to make her stay dead?”

“So, what? So now you're on our side or something?” Sam asked.

“Yeah. No. But if Joyce is alive, then I spend the rest of my life cleaning her messes. Or worse, I get eaten. Or bibbed. So, thanks for chopping her head off for me. Taking her on solo... yikes. So, really, thanks for the assist there. Win win, right? So how about that head?”

“Yeah, not gonna happen, Georgie,” Dean shook his head. “Now, what the hell is Dick Roman building in Wisconsin?”

“I don't know. I barely know where Wisconsin is. I'm a West Coast representative.”

“You gonna keep killing people who don't sign on the dotted line?” Sam asked.

“Killing people isn't part of the agenda. Joyce just kept getting impatient. You got nothing to worry about with me. Don't you get it? You guys are freaking out about the wrong thing. A couple of real estate deals? Come on. Big picture, guys. You think it's just here? It's everywhere. And it's a lot more ambitious than this little project. My advice, keep your heads down and stay down.”

Dean took a step toward George. “Listen to me, you gooey son of a bitch. You're gonna tell us what you're building here, or I'm gonna wash your mouth out with soap.”

“I was hoping we could play nice. But if you must know, it's going to be a research center.”

“Research for what?” Liam asked.

“Disease. This, gentlemen, is where we are going to cure cancer.”

Sam blinked. “Wait. That doesn't make any sense. I mean, why would Dick Roman want to cure cancer?”

“Because we're only here to help.”

They left George and found a motel for the night. In the morning they got a U-Haul and went to collect the safe. “Monsters cure cancer. A sentence I never thought I'd say. Why does it make me so nervous?” Dean closed the U-Haul attached to the car.

Sam nodded. “Yeah, I hear you. So, what do we do now?”

“We’re gonna go check on Frank before we dump the cursed objects.”

They pulled up to Frank’s trailer and they got out. Dean banged on the door. “Hey, Frank! Devereaux!” There was no answer. “What the hell is he doing in there?” Dean opened the door. “Frank! Don't shoot! We're coming in!”

They went in and the place was completely trashed. There was no Frank and there was blood everywhere. “Not good,” Liam looked around.
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