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Hunting Humanity X	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1102 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam entered the library to find Dean sitting in front of the laptop with a cup of coffee. “So, how goes it?” Sam asked his brother.

“About how we expected,” Dean answered. “I find it amazing that he doesn't flinch at Amara, but Lucifer shakes him to the core.”

“I kind of get it,” Sam said as he sat at the table. “You've never had a long term relationship, but it leaves a mark on you. Obviously we weren't there and don't know all the details, but it seems like they were quite an item, and then things ended really badly. Lucifer is the crazy stalker ex who won't go away.”

“You're right, never had that experience. That's why I don't know how to help him.”

“Is he sleeping now?”

“Yeah, he passed out about an hour ago.”

“Why aren't you passed out with him?”

Dean shrugged. “I wanted some me time. I figured I'd surf the web a little, and then maybe go join him for a bit. You remember Top Notch Wrestling?”

“Yeah. Those, uh, wrestling shows Dad took us to when we were kids.”

“Right. Came across an obituary. Larry ‘The Hangman’ Lee died.”

“Oh no. Wasn't he, uh...”

“He was Dad's favorite. Anytime that noose would come out, Dad would be on his feet. It was one of the few times I ever saw him actually happy.”

“Yeah. I remember that.”

“Anyway, the, uh, funeral’s less than a day’s drive. I say we go pay our respects.”

“Uh, don’t you think our plates are a little full?”

“Yeah, Sam. You think I don’t know that? We’ve done nothing but mainline lore for a week, okay? We’ve got jack on another hand of God and Amara, and we’ve got even less jack on how to save Cas.”

“If he wants to be saved.”

“He does, even if he doesn’t know it yet,” Dean snapped at his brother. “Not to mention dealing with a shell-shocked hobbit who doesn't understand exactly why he is having panic attacks. He just knows Lucifer scares him. I’m burnt, man. Okay? I... No, we need a break.”

“Then why don't we go home for a bit?”

“I know you want to, but that's an even farther drive, and you're gonna want to stay a week or more, and even then you won't wanna leave.”

“Yeah, forgive me for wanting to spend some time with my wife and kids. Phone calls and video chats aren't quite enough.”

“And I get that, and we'll do that soon. I love those rugrats too, and I haven't even talked to them.”

“They're not so little anymore. Sometimes I wish I could walk away from all of this.”

“I know. Sometimes I get tired of it too, but then I realize I wouldn't be happy living a normal, or as normal as it gets for him, life with Liam. I just wanna get out for a day or two and go to this funeral, okay?”

Sam sighed. “Okay. But only because I agree that we need a break. We leaving Liam here?”

“Of course not. Not in his state with his history.”

“I don't think wrestling is his thing. So, you're going to drag him kicking and screaming?”

“Yes.”

“Wear a cup.”

The next afternoon they walked into a funeral home wearing suits. Liam did not look at all happy. “Why am I here again?” he asked Dean.

“Because you love me and we're doing something I wanna do,” Dean answered as he looked around at all the people. “Dude, check it out. It’s ‘The Scream’ Casey Lyons,” he pointed out one guy. “There’s Wrecking Ball Calhoon. Wow. The Brooklyn Beast?”

Sam was looking around too. “What happened to them? They’re all broken.”

“Old age and being idiots,” Liam commented.

Dean shot him a little glare. “I do stuff you wanna do all the time. Could you be a little supportive? Aren't relationships two way streets?”

“I'm here, and it's not like you've never made a sarcastic comment when you didn't like what we were doing,” Liam shot back.

“Dude! Gunnar freaking Lawless,” Dean spotted the guy.

“Groupie much?” Sam smirked.

“Shut up. Should I go say hi? I should go say hi. I’m gonna go say hi.” Dean grabbed Liam's arm and dragged him over to where Gunnar was standing. “Hi, sir. I, uh, saw you standing over here and told my brother that I should could over and say hi, so I came over and, uh... Hi.”

Gunnar shook his hand. “Gunnar Lawless.”

“Oh, I know. I got to tell you. I worshiped you, growing up,” Dean gushed while holding onto the guy's hand.

“Thanks. I plan on keeping that hand.”

“Oh, sorry. You know, when I was ten, I got my first B&E from borrowing some family's pay-per-view so I could watch the cage match between you and the Tower of Power.”

“I’m not sure how I feel about contributing to your juvenile delinquency, but appreciate it all the same.”

“Yeah, uh, you were robbed, by the way.”

“You bet your ass I was.”

“Hi, I'm Liam,” the blond introduced himself and shook Gunnar's hand. “I'm Dean's-”

“Friend,” Dean interrupted quickly, which earned a scowl from Liam.

“You a fan too?” Gunnar asked.

“No,” Liam answered, and it was Dean's turn to shoot an angry look. “Hey, lying was never part of the deal. You just said I had to come with you.”

“At least he's honest,” Gunnar gave them a small smile.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “We have different interests, but he's still a good guy to have around.”

Gunnar turned back to his friends. “So I'm your friend?” Liam raised an eyebrow. “Dragged somewhere I didn't want to go, and cut all in the same day.”

“Keep it down!” Dean hissed. “Look, I'm sorry. I know it hurts you when I do that, but considering the company we're in... I really have idolized these guys since I was a kid, and I don't wanna...”

“Look like a sissy,” Liam finished the sentence. “Neither of us are sissies. But whatever, this is for you.”

Sam came over while Dean and Liam were standing by the casket. “You know, uh, word is he committed suicide.”

Dean nodded. “Yeah. I heard. Hey, you know they’re having a memorial show tonight? And I know you’re itching to get back, but, uh...”

“We should go to it.”

“Really?”

“Why not? World’s still gonna be screwed tomorrow, right?”

“Do I get to chill out in a motel room with a movie?” Liam asked.

“You're coming with us,” Dean answered. “Non case related time together, and something I like for a change.”

“But you're going to be with your brother. This would be more of a brother bonding thing that you don't want me in the way of.”

“Would you quit arguing? I don't ask stuff like this of you often.”

“That's true, he doesn't,” Sam agreed. “But he does stuff for you, like giving you a pedicure two days ago.”

“Fine,” Liam sighed. “Two against one, and you're making me out to be a very selfish person.”

“Sometimes you are,” Dean said. “But you can make up for it tonight.”

When the time came they went to where the match was being held. They bought their tickets and beers, and took their seats in the front row with an enthusiastic crowd. The only one not looking happy was Liam.

Sam looked around at the crowd. “You know, I remember the Top Notch shows being grander.”

Dean shrugged. “Yeah. Well, you drink enough, it’ll be just like old times.”

“Get this. Guy at the wake told me they’re only making twenty five bucks tonight.”

“That's it?” Dean was surprised. “Now, that hardly seems worth it. Yeah, think about that. Town after town, putting your ass on the line for next to nothing? No money. No glory. Wow.”

“You realize you just literally described our jobs.”

“That's true,” Liam agreed. “Although I could point out a few things, but you made me promise I wouldn't.”

Dean put a hand on his knee. “I did, and you're pushing it. Just relax and take in something I like because I asked you to.”

A man bumped into Dean while taking the seat behind him. “Whoa. Excuse me, fellas. This is gonna be great.”

“Yeah,” the guy's son said as he sat next to him.

“Got to love some wrestling, am I right?”

“No,” Liam mumbled, which earned him an elbow from Dean.

“Beer’s cheap, kid’s entertained... parenting. Remember, don’t tell Mom how many I’ve had.”

“Yeah. Now, that brings me back,” Sam said to his brother.

Dean sighed. “You want to not try and ruin one of the nicest things Dad ever did for us, please? Thank you.”

“You really have fond childhood memories of this?” Liam asked as the wrestler's came out, putting on a show for the crowd.

“Yeah, I do,” Dean nodded and cheered as Gunnar came out. “Can you at least understand that?”

“Yeah, I can,” Liam sighed as he sat back in the chair. He even smiled a little when Dean grabbed his hand and gave it a little squeeze.

They watched as the two men pounded each other in the ring. Sam and Dean cheered and shouted along with the rest of the crowd. For a while it looked like Gunnar was losing, but then he made a stunning comeback and won the match. “Yeah!” Dean shouted as he jumped to his feet.

Liam shook his head. “I will never understand, but at least you're happy.”

It didn't take long for them to come down from the high. Not long after the match was over the police showed up. The guy who had been sitting behind them with his kid had been murdered. Mostly out of curiosity Sam went out to speak with the police as an off duty FBI agent. “Poor kid. What’d they say?” Dean asked Sam when he came back.

“You’re not gonna believe this. The body was marked.” Sam showed them pictures on his phone of the guy's back all cut up.

“Wow. By what?” Dean asked. “What, he get in a tickle fight with Edward Scissorhands?”

“Dude. Look. The cuts look deliberate, you know? Ritualistic.”

“What, you think this is a case?”

“You think it’s not?”

“Everywhere we go,” Liam sighed. “For what it's worth, I kinda agree with Sam here. Maybe it's nothing, but worth a look.”

“Okay. What are you thinking?” Dean asked his brother.

Sam shrugged. “I don’t know. A witch, maybe? You know what? I’ll head back to the motel, look into the symbol.”

“I’ll stay here with Liam, shake some trees.” As Sam left Liam and Dean went back inside the now empty building. “Hello? FBI. I got some questions,” Dean called out and nobody answered. “Bueller?”

Dean looked at the empty ring with a gleam in his eye. “I know what you're thinking, and don't,” Liam frowned at him. Dean ignored him and rolled into the ring. He strutted around with his hands in the air a minute before bouncing off the ropes. “God, you're an idiot,” Liam shook his head.

“Nice moves,” a blonde woman suddenly appeared. Dean jumped and tried to get out of the ring quickly, but he awkwardly fell out. “Are you all right?”

“That depends on your definition of all right,” Liam commented.

“I'm fine,” Dean frowned at him. “Uh, Agent Roussimoff, FBI.”

“You were at the wake, weren’t you?” she recognized them.

“We were. Yeah, and then the body dropped, and back on the clock. Did you know the deceased?”

“I sold him some tickets. He had a kid, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow. Maybe my boys are right. Maybe we really are cursed.”

“Why would you be cursed?” Liam asked.

“Back in Shreveport, our first stop on the tour, a maintenance guy found a body stashed in a dumpster behind the VFW, and now this.”

“Could I get a list of your whole crew?” Dean asked. “Wrestlers, roadies, anybody that you roll with?”

“Oh, we use locals for all the setups and concessions. I can only afford to travel my boys.”

“And where would they be right now?”

“Try the nearest bar. I know that’s where I’ll be.”

“Okay, thanks,” Dean nodded as the woman turned to leave. Then he put a hand on his back and winced.

“Idiot,” Liam chuckled.

“Why do we work again?” Dean was getting a little irritated. “Hunting seems to be all we have in common.”

Liam shrugged. “I don't know. Does that mean you'd like me to leave?”

“No. I just... I don't know.”

Liam took his hand. “Dean, sweetie, I don't know why we work, but we do. I'm sorry I wasn't very enthusiastic about this whole wrestling thing. I've never really been into macho manly things. But I am into you, and you're right, we should do things you like more. Now, let's go to that bar.”

“I get mad at you, and then you get all sweet and...” Dean sighed. “Yeah, let's just go find that bar. But remember the new policy. You stay relatively sober.”

“Fine,” Liam followed Dean out to the car.

They walked into the nearby bar and saw all the wrestlers enjoying themselves. Dean spotted Gunnar at the bar and went over to sit by him. “Hey,” he gave a nod. Liam was right behind him.

“Hey,” Gunnar greeted them back. “Dean, right? And Liam.”

“Yeah,” Dean seemed kind of happy that his idol remembered his name.

“You enjoy the show?”

“The show was great. You were great. After the show, not so much, but, uh...”

“Yeah, I heard. It’s a damn shame.” The bartender poured them each a shot and they slammed it back.

“That’s, uh, kind of why I’m here.” Dean pulled out his FBI badge.

“Kind of buried the lead on that one, huh? But I hear this isn’t the first murder at a Top Notch show. It’s a rough crowd, inside the ring and out.” He showed Dean a scar on his arm. “’92, I’m leaving the ring and some damn reprobate goes at me with a broken beer bottle.”

Dean revealed a scar on his leg. “Wow. A couple of years ago, a perp got the drop on me, decided to take a chunk of my leg as a keepsake.”

Gunnar showed Dean how his fingers couldn't bend all the way. “See this right here? Far as I can bend these thanks to good ol’ Jonah Rancid and all four hundred pounds of him just dropping down on me.”

“Wow. But yet you’re still out there, still doing it.”

“I've been beat up, spit on, stabbed, roughed up. But I will be damned if I didn't always get back up. One thing I learned, you got to keep on grinding no matter what's thrown your way.”

“Damn, you’re awesome.”

“Tell that to my ex-wives.”

Dean's phone started ringing and he saw it was Sam. “Ah. Give me a sec,” he reached to answer. “Hey, what do you got?”

“A lot, actually. Uh, so every stop on the Top Notch tour, somebody turned up dead. It didn’t all happen at the venue, and most of them look like accidents, but they all had the symbol. Hangman too.”

“Well, I thought he killed himself.”

“Yeah, that’s what Rio said, but the cops are treating it like an open case. They’re thinking, and I quote, It’s some kind of weird satanic crap.”

“Awesome.”

“Yeah, it gets better. That symbol, ancient Sumerian. Said to have the power to pluck the spark of life.”

“And that means?”

“Souls maybe?”

“So we’re talking demon?”

“It’s worth checking out.”

“Well, Rio says that they use locals to set up, so...”

“So it’s got to be one of the wrestlers.”

“Maybe. Alright. Just get here.”

“What are you gonna do?”

“I’m working on it.”

Gunnar got into it with another wrestler who hit him and knocked him to the floor. Rio broke it up and sent the younger guy back to his motel room. Dean moved to help Gunnar up. “You okay?”

“Ah, yeah. I’ve been hit harder by guys a lot tougher.”

“Yeah. Why, uh, didn’t you fight back?”

“I got nothing to prove.”

Another wrestler came over. “You okay, boss?”

“Yeah. Just another day, huh?”

While Gunnar was distracted Dean poured a little holy water into his shot glass. “Well, hey. Here’s, uh, to being the bigger man, right?” Dean offered a toast.

“Obliged,” Gunnar knocked back the shot and nothing happened.

“We’re gonna need more shots. A lot more,” Dean mumbled to himself.

When Sam made it to the bar the place was pretty empty and closing up. He found Dean passed out on a bench, Liam not far away. “Dude, you okay?” Sam shook his brother awake.

“Yeah,” Dean struggled to sit up.

“What happened?”

“Mostly tequila cut with holy water. I bought drinks for all the wrestlers, and then, you know, they’re like well, you got to drink too. Oh, man, they can drink, especially Rio. Ugh. I think I heard my liver screaming at me.”

“So, did anyone react?”

“No.”

“And you got them all?”

“Uh, except, uh, Harley, the ultimate douchebag. He bailed before I could get to him. Why is it so bright in here?”

Sam moved to wake Liam. “Hey, I thought you weren't supposed to drink on jobs.”

“He was,” the blond pointed at Dean when he stirred. “They kept being handed to me.”

“Alright,” Sam sighed. “Let's get you two some coffee and find this Harley.”

A little while later the car pulled into a motel parking lot. They got out and Dean banged on the wrestler's motel room door. “Harley!” he called out. When there was no answer Dean pulled out his lock picking tools and broke in. The place was trashed. “Well, that’s not good.”

“Uh, ya think?” Sam said as he looked around for clues. Then he pulled out his i-Pad and started trying to figure out what happened. “Hey, check this out,” he motioned the others over.

“Got something?” Dean looked over his shoulder.

“Yeah, uh, security cam footage. Alright, let’s see if we got anything. Um, so this is 1.07 am. Harley heads to his room. Um...”

They watched as a white van pulled up and a man got out. “Who's...?” Dean wondered out loud.

“No idea. But, in there for a few minutes, and that’s Harley.” Sam pointed to Harley being dragged out.

“Wow. He looks knocked out.”

“Yeah. Now, let’s see.” Sam tried to enhance the image to see who was kidnapping Harley.

“Lawless?” Dean was shocked when he recognized the guy.

“If Harley is a demon, then how did Gunnar get the drop on him?”

“Not looking good for your idol,” Liam commented. “I mean, he drank the holy water, so he's not a demon, but...”

“Let's go find him and ask what's going on,” Dean said.

“Okay, hold on,” Sam pulled some more stuff up. “Okay, traffic cameras show the truck heading north on Wilson, past First and Second, but it never got to Third. Wait a second. That’s by the...”

“Yeah,” Dean headed for the door.

They went back to the arena and entered the building with guns drawn. Gunnar was standing over Harley holding a knife. “Drop it,” Liam ordered.

Suddenly the three of them were thrown against the wall and someone else entered the room. “Isn’t this a fun surprise? Sam and Dean. I got to admit, after all the stories, I thought you’d be more.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” Dean growled at the demon.

“It’s my fault. You get your hopes up. You want an LA ten, but you settle for a Kansas five. Life, right? The name’s-”

“We don't care,” Sam interrupted him.

“Okay. Small talk over. Kill them,” he ordered Gunnar.

Gunnar grabbed Dean and Liam and dragged them into another room. He threw Liam hard into a wall, and then started tying Dean to a chair. “Sorry, kid. I don’t want to do this.”

“Oh, then don’t.”

“You say that like I got a choice. That guy out there, he’s a...”

“He’s a demon. I know. And I know about hell and deals, all of it. What’s he got over you? You sold your soul, didn’t you?”

“Ten years ago, I wanted another shot at the belt; fifty thousand people screaming my name. I was desperate and dumb.”

“But you only had the title for like a week.”

“Desperate and dumb,” Gunnar repeated.

Liam suddenly attacked Gunnar from behind. Gunnar tried to grab him, but the blond was faster. They struggled, each getting a few good hits in. But then Gunnar moved in for a hard hit and Liam used his momentum to pull him off balance and flip him. The blond sat on the wrestler's back pulling his arms painfully behind him. “And you're still dumb.”

“Wait!” Dean cried as Liam moved to snap Gunnar's neck.

“Why?” Liam didn't understand. “He was gonna kill us.”

“Yeah, he screwed up, but haven't we all. Gunnar, one, never underestimate the little guy. Two, it's never too late to do the right thing.”

Gunnar looked up at Dean, a little awe in his own features. “You really believe that?”

“I have to. Are you with us?”

“I'm sure not against you.”

“Liam, get off him,” Dean ordered.

The blond sighed but let Gunnar up. “Where'd you learn to fight like that?” Gunnar wondered.

Liam shrugged. “Picked up some here and there. Kinda had to.”

Gunnar turned to Dean. “You got a plan?”

“Maybe,” Dean looked worried because the demon was with Sam.

Liam walked out into the main room to see the demon talking with Sam and holding a knife in his hand. “That old guy all you got?” Liam taunted.

The demon growled and flung the blond into the wall. Then he turned back to Sam. “Now, this is my favorite part.”

Just before the demon cut Sam he was stabbed in the back by Gunnar with the demon killing knife. “Thanks,” Sam said as he took a deep breath. “Dean. Hey. You all right?” he asked when Dean came out to help Liam up.

“Yeah, I'm good.”

“I'm fine too, mostly,” Liam wiped a little blood off his lip. “Happy?” he turned to Dean.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Listen, uh...” Dean turned to Gunnar. “I know this isn't gonna make a lot of difference to you, but it will to Liam. He's not my friend. Well, he is, but uh, he's also my husband.”

“Oh,” Gunnar gave a little nod. “And you didn't want me thinking... Well, your husband kicked my ass, so...” He paused when he heard howling.

“Hellhounds,” Dean glanced toward the door.

“I always wondered what they’d sound like.” Gunnar seemed oddly calm. “I’ve never been a good man. I look in the mirror and I hate the face looking back at me. I got this coming.”

They could hear the hounds scratching at the door. Gunnar handed the knife back to Sam and they made a quick exit through another door. They went to a motel for the night and Dean grabbed himself a beer and sat on the bed. “Are you okay?” Sam asked him.

“Not even a little bit. Lawless was a good guy. He didn’t deserve to go out like that, you know?”

“Dean, you know what? He made a bad decision. We’ve been there.”

“Yeah, you, me, now Cas.”

“Dean, we’ll get him back. We will. We just got to-”

“Keep grinding. No matter how much it hurts, no matter how hard it gets, you got to keep grinding. And that’s how we’re gonna win. And we’re gonna win. We’re gonna save Cas, we’re gonna ice the Devil, and we’re gonna shank the Darkness. And anyone that gets in our way, well, God help them.”

“Damn straight,” Liam got behind Dean and hugged him. “Why don't you pick something to watch for a little while and we can relax before grabbing some sleep.”

“Am I taking the other bed, or...?” Sam asked.

“Not in the mood for anything I wouldn't want you to see tonight,” Dean answered. “So you might as well take the other bed. This turned out to be crap.”

“And that is why you have me,” Liam said as he snuggled close when they got into bed. “We may not have the same tastes in things, but when life drags you down, I'm here.” He kissed Dean's cheek and rested his head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, you do know how to make me feel better,” Dean pulled him a little closer.
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