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Hunting Humanity II	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam entered Dean and Liam’s room a few days later to go with them to breakfast. He just kinda stared at Liam while the blond put his shoes on. Liam raised an eyebrow at him. “Sam, are you okay? You’ve been acting really funny ever since we found out...”

“Sam, let’s have a little chat in private,” Dean pulled Sam out the door and closed it behind him. “What is wrong with you?”

Sam just looked at his brother. “It really doesn’t bother you who Liam is? What he did? I mean, when Jeremy’s body was found his insides were...”

“I know,” Dean nodded. “I saw the report too. However, Liam is still his sweet and lovable self and has no memory of it. We need to keep it that way.”

“Well, I’ve been doing a little research of my own on Astiratu. It hasn’t been easy to find much, but I have. Dean, I know Bobby said he’s benevolent, but he’s dangerous. Supposedly he was once King Louis XIV.”

“Wasn’t that a guy who led his people to prosperity?”

“Yeah, he did that, but he also mercilessly pummeled the English in a war. Later he signed a treaty with them, but only because he got bored.” “

“Sam, I’m still not hearing anything that should make me afraid.”

“People who get between him and what he wants, it never ends well for them. Everything I’ve found says he’s a deadly combination of psychotic and smart. In a few millennia no one has ever been able to build a defense against him because no one can ever figure out how. His tactics and strategy have no decipherable pattern except maybe in his head. You know the phrase it’s so crazy it might just work? With him it’s bat shit crazy and it always does work.”

“Tell me, Sam, what does this source say he usually wants?”

Sam sighed. “Usually, for good to triumph over evil.”

“Exactly. That’s what we want too.”

“Yeah, but what bothers me the most is I can’t figure out why Jeremy set him off. After everything he’s been through being called a worthless insect is what does it?”

“You heard Bobby. If he loves us we’ve got nothing to worry about. Now please, try and forget about it.”

“Okay,” Sam sighed.

Dean opened the door. “Babe, you ready for breakfast?”

“Yeah,” Liam nodded, coming out. “You two work out your brother business?”

“I think so,” Dean nodded.

They went into a diner and had a seat. A waitress came over and they ordered their food. “I'm telling you, Sam, this job is small fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela,” Dean said.

“Okay, sure, let's get right on that. Where is she again?” Sam pointed out.

“Shut up,” Dean growled.

“Okay, what do we have on this missing professor?” Liam asked.

“Dexter Hasselback was passing through town last week when he vanished,” Sam pulled out the newspaper clipping. “His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Broward County mystery spot.”

“Where the laws of physics have no meaning,” Dean rolled his eyes.

They finished eating and headed out. “Sam, joints like this are only tourist traps, right? I mean, you know, balls rolling uphill, furniture nailed to the ceiling, they're only dangerous to your wallet,” Dean said as they walked.

Liam shrugged. “Some places are legit. Weird shit does happen in the world.”

“But the Broward County mystery spot? Alright, so if it is legit, and that's a big ass if, what's the lore?”

“The lore's pretty frigging nuts, actually,” Sam said. “They say these places the magnetic fields are so strong that they can bend space and time, sending victims no one knows where. Look, I'm not saying this is really happening, but if it is, we gotta check it out, see if we can do something.”

“Alright, we'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look.”

They waited until dark to break in. Sam had an EMF detector while Dean and Liam just looked around with flashlights. “Find anything?” Dean asked Sam.

“No.”

“You have any idea what you're looking for?”

“No,” Sam admitted with a sigh.

“What the hell are you doing here?” a voice came from behind them. It was the owner holding a shotgun with it pointed at Dean.

“Whoa. We can explain,” Dean put his hands up.

“You robbing me?”

“Look, nobody's robbing you. Calm down,” Sam said calmly.

The owner fired, hitting Dean in the chest. Liam caught him as he fell and held him close. “You’re gonna be fine, love,” he whispered reassuringly.

“Call 911!” Sam shouted at the owner, who then rushed off looking panicked. Sam came over to kneel by Dean too. “No, not like this...” Sam shook his head.

Seconds later Dean went still and Sam and Liam just looked at each other helplessly.

Sam blinked and he was waking up in bed. He got dressed and went to Liam and Dean’s room. They were both there also getting up and ready. This time it was Liam who pulled Sam aside. “Am I crazy, or did he die yesterday, which is also today?”

Sam shook his head. “If you’re in crazy town then I am right there with you.”

The day went just like it had before. Sam and Liam tried explaining to Dean what they were experiencing, but he didn’t seem to believe them. “I'm sorry, but I don't know what the hell you two are talking about,” he said as they moved down the sidewalk again after breakfast.

“Okay, look. Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday too,” Sam tried explaining it again.

“Yeah. No. Good. You're totally balanced,” Dean scoffed.

“We’re both telling you the same thing and you don’t believe us?” Liam looked a little upset.

“Look, I'm just saying that it's crazy, you know, I mean, even for us crazy. Dingo ate my baby crazy.”

“We gotta check that mystery spot out. Look, just go with me on this, okay?” Sam pleaded.

“Alright, we'll go tonight, after close, get ourselves a nice long look,” Dean caved.

“Wait, what? No,” Sam shook his head. “Let's just go now. Right now. Business hours, nice and crowded.”

“Very good idea,” Liam nodded.

Dean looked back and forth between his two companions. “Are you guys feeling all right?”

“Dean...” Sam sighed.

“Okay! Whatever. We'll go now.”

Dean walked ahead of them into the street and was hit by a car. Sam and Liam rushed to his side and had to watch him die again.

Once again Sam woke up in his bed and it was Tuesday morning all over again. Liam also still remembered everything. The best they could figure out was that they were in some kind of time loop, but neither had any idea how to break it. The best they could do was convince Dean what was going on again.

They did everything they could to keep Dean from dying the way he had before while continuing to investigate the mystery spot. They still weren’t finding much, and Dean was flattened by a falling desk this time.

“You know, I don’t think it’s the mystery spot,” Liam said when they met again before breakfast. “We’ve examined the place and found nothing. It’s gotta be something else.”

“Then what?” Sam shouted at him.

“I don’t know!” Liam shouted back defensively.

“Figure it out genius!”

“Whoa...” Dean pulled them apart. “You two are getting very cranky. Whatever is going on, chill.”

They lost count of how many days passed that way. Every day they tried to keep Dean safe, and every day he died in some freak accident. Liam turned to Sam one morning. “You know, I’ve been thinking. Maybe the key to all of this is focusing on the missing professor that brought us here in the first place.”

Sam shrugged and sighed. “I’ll try anything at this point.”

Sam sat behind his laptop at the diner. “Okay, so this missing professor, he isn’t just a professor. He writes about tourist attractions. Mystery spots, UFO crash sites. He gets his kicks debunking them. I mean, he's already put four of these places out of business. Here.” He turned the laptop so Dean and Liam could see.

“Dexter Hasselback, truth warrior?” Dean raised an eyebrow. “More like a pompous schmuck, you ask me.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. I mean, I've read everything the guy's ever written, and he must have weighed a ton he was so full of himself.”

Sam closed down the laptop and when they got up to leave Dean chuckled to himself. “What?” Liam asked.

“It’s just funny, you know. I mean, this guy spends his whole life crapping on mystery spots and then he vanishes into one. It's kinda poetic, you know, just desserts.”

“You're right, that is just desserts,” Sam agreed and got a funny look on his face.

Liam noticed a plate on the counter and his eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong, Babe?” Dean asked.

Liam pointed to the plate and looked to the guy leaving down the street out the window. “The guy has maple syrup for the last hundred Tuesdays, all of a sudden he's having strawberry?”

“It's a free country,” Dean shrugged. “Man can't choose his own syrup?”

“You’re right,” Sam nodded. “Good catch. Dean, nothing in this place ever changes, not today, except Liam and I.”

They blinked and they were back in bed, only this time Sam was ready. “I think I’ve finally figured it out,” Sam told Liam as they headed into the diner.

“Good,” Liam nodded. “Because I’m getting really sick of Tuesday.”

“So, you think you're caught in some kind of what, again?” Dean asked when they explained it to him for what felt like the thousandth time.

“Eat your breakfast,” Sam said, watching the man with the pancakes get up and leave. Sam followed him out, and Dean and Liam weren’t far behind. Sam slammed the man into a fence and pulled out a wooden stake, pressing it into the guy’s throat. “I know who you are. Or should I say, what.”

“Oh my god, please don't kill me!” the man begged, looking terrified.

“Uh, Sam?” Dean raised an eyebrow, looking like his brother had just lost it.

“It's your MO that gave you away. Going after pompous jerks, giving them their just desserts. Your kind loves that, don't they?”

“Wait, he’s a trickster?” Liam looked confused.

The man morphed into the very trickster they had hunted before and thought they killed. “Hello, Astiratu,” he gave a little grin. “Long time no see.”

Liam’s face went blank. “What did you just call me?”

“Oh, that’s right, you’re clueless when you’re in a human body. Probably a good thing.”

“You know who he is?” It was Sam’s turn to look confused.

“Who doesn’t. Except that poor crossroads demon. Man, talk about screwing up at your job...”

Sam shook his head. “Why are you doing this?”

“You're joking, right? You chuckleheads tried to kill me last time. Why wouldn't I do this?”

“And Hasselback, what about him?”

“That putz? He said he didn't believe in wormholes, so I dropped him in one.” Liam laughed in spite of himself. “See, he gets it, but of course, he would.”

“So this is fun for you? Killing Dean over and over again?” Sam growled.

“Yes. It is fun. This is so not about killing Dean though. This joke is on you, Sam. Watching your brother die every day? Forever? I didn’t mean to drag him into it,” he motioned to Liam, “but I guess my magic doesn’t quite work on him, being what he is.”

“You son of a bitch!” Sam pressed the stake harder into his throat.

“Give me that!” Liam huffed and knocked Sam out of the way, grabbing the stake. “You’re gonna fix this,” he got a dead serious look in his eyes.

“Whoa, hey, calm down tiger,” the trickster gave him a little grin. “I was just playing around, but I can see I’ve taken it too far. Don’t wanna get on the wrong side of that infamous temper of yours. I promise, you’ll wake up tomorrow and it’ll be Wednesday.”

The trickster snapped his fingers and they were both back in bed. Sam headed to Dean and Liam’s room, and Liam opened the door. “It’s Wednesday!” Liam smiled.

“I know!” Sam smiled back at him.

“Yeah, comes after every Tuesday,” Dean appeared at the door behind Liam. “I don’t know why you two are so happy, but whatever.”

“Yeah, um, about the things that trickster was saying...” Liam looked back and forth between Sam and Dean. “Something is definitely going on here, and you both seemed to know what he was talking about when he called me that weird name. What the fuck? If you two know something about me that I don’t, I wanna be filled in damn it!”

“Babe,” Dean stroked his hair. “I don’t think it’s anything to really concern yourself with. Just keep being you.”

“Yeah, he’s a trickster,” Sam nodded. “Screwing with your head, that’s kind of what they do. Anyway, let’s just get the hell out of town.”

“No breakfast?” Dean looked a little disappointed.

“No. Let’s just go.”

Dean and Liam were putting their things into the car. “Are you absolutely sure there’s nothing I should I know?” Liam asked again.

“Positive,” Dean lied.

They turned around and a man was aiming a gun at Dean. “Gimme your wallet!”

“Okay, all right, nobody wants this to end the wrong way. Let's talk about it a sec,” Dean raised his hands.

Sam was stuffing the rest of his things into his bag when he heard a gunshot, then seconds later a second. He ran out to see a man running away and both Dean and Liam on the ground bleeding from their chests. He ran over to both of them, kneeling down between them. “Hey, come on, not today. This isn't supposed to happen today, come on!” He closed his eyes tight and then opened them. “I’m supposed to wake up now...”

Sam continued to trudge on alone, forsaking everyone, even Natalie. Both Natalie and Bobby called several times, but he never picked up. Finally he got a call from Bobby about the trickster, which led him back to Broward, where it all started. The Bobby there was just a fake, which Sam figured out, and was soon face to face with the trickster again.

“Bring them back!” Sam demanded.

“Who, Dean and whatever his name is now? Didn't my girl send you flowers? They’re dead. They ain't coming back. You should thank me in fact, because your brother didn’t actually spend that long in the pit. The second Astiratu remembered who he was and what happened, I heard he went down there on a rampage on steroids. The place is now artfully decorated with demon entrails.”

“Just take us back to that Tuesday, or, Wednesday when it all started. Please. We won't come after you, I swear.” Sam pretty much begged.

“I don't know. Even if I could...”

“You can.”

“True. But that don't mean I should. Sam, there's a lesson here that I've been trying to drill into that freakish Cro Magnon skull of yours.”

“Lesson? What lesson?”

“This obsession to save Dean. The way you two keep sacrificing yourselves for each other. Nothing good comes out of it. Just blood and pain. Dean's your weakness, and the bad guys know it too. It's gonna be the death of you, Sam. Sometimes you just gotta let people go.”

“What about Liam? I was supposed to have him at least.”

“Sorry, sport, had to for my own safety. Why God would create a being that powerful with that kind of temper problem is beyond me, but I was saving myself from a world of pain there.”

“Please. Just...please,” Sam started to cry.

“I swear, it's like talking to a brick wall. Okay, look, this all stopped being fun months ago. I'm over it.”

“Meaning...”

“Meaning that's for me to know and you to find out.” The trickster smirked and snapped his fingers.

Sam’s eyes opened and it was morning in the hotel room in Broward. He jumped out of bed and ran to Dean and Liam’s room, pounding on the door. Liam answered and Sam threw himself into the blond’s arms. “Whoa… nice to see you too,” Liam chuckled.

Sam grabbed Liam’s face and pulled him in for a kiss on the lips. “Uh, what do you think you’re doing?” Dean asked as he came out of the bathroom.

Sam ran over and hugged him too. “I’m just so happy to see you both again,” a tear formed in his eye.

“Sam, are you sure you’re okay?” Dean asked. “You just saw us yesterday.”

Sam let go of his brother. “Do either of you remember anything?”

“I remember you were pretty whacked out of it yesterday. I remember getting up with the trickster. That's about it,” Dean answered.

Liam paused for a second, tilting his head. “Now that you mention it, there is a flash in my mind of me in what I think was hell with this gold flaming sword. It had to be some kind of freaky dream though, right?”

“Of course it was,” Sam nodded. “Let’s just go now.”

“No breakfast?” Dean looked disappointed.

“No. And uh, you two wait here while I pack my things. Don’t go to the car without me.”

“Sam, did something happen we don’t know about?” Dean asked. “Because you’re acting really weird even for you.”

“It’s nothing,” Sam gave him a little smile. “Just a nightmare is all.”

A week later they caught a break on where Bela might be. It led them to Monument, Colorado. “I’ve got a really bad feeling about this,” Liam sighed as they entered a hotel room and started ransacking it.

Sure enough, only a few minutes had passed when the door was busted down by police officers. “On your knees!” an officer shouted while guns were pointed at them.

Sam and Dean sank to the ground with their hands raised. Liam punched the nearest officer and tried to grab his gun, but three of them wrestled him to the ground. He continued to fight like hell until the barrel of a gun was put to his head. Then he just glared daggers at the officer holding it.

A black man in an FBI jacket walked in and grinned at them. “Hi, guys, we’ve been looking for you. And you, you little pistol,” he turned to Liam, “we’ve been looking into you. Still don’t know your real name, but we do know a little more. Does the name Eric Jackson ring a bell?” Liam’s eye twitched a little. “Thought so. We know you killed him in Sacramento, California three years ago. Never found his body of course, you’re pretty good, but a stop light camera did catch a look at you stalking him the night we think he went missing. His car was found in a river with your fingerprints all over it too. Oh, and then there’s Groveland, Illinois. A lake there had seven vehicles in it with degraded partials that match your prints pretty well. God knows how many others you got your mitts on because you cover your tracks real well. We thought you were the innocent party that got roped into their game, but next to you, they’re innocent angels.”

Liam got a strange look in his eye and laughed. Then he shrugged. “What do you want me to say?”

“You could do the decent thing now that we’ve got you and tell us what you did with bodies.”

Liam shook his head. “Not gonna do that.”

They were all three taken to a little small town jail and hauled inside. Sam and Dean were shackled together and put in one cell, and Liam was tossed in another. “How we gonna Houdini out of this one?” Dean sighed.

“Good question,” Sam shook his head.

A little while later a man in a suit came in. “Sam and Dean Winchester, and David Young. I’m Deputy Director Steven Groves. This is a pleasure.”

“Well, glad one of us feels that way,” Dean snorted.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for you three to come out of the woodwork.”

Steven pulled out a gun and shot at Dean, who dodged and was only hit in the shoulder. Sam rushed forward and started wrestling for the gun through the bars, and it went off a few more times. Then the director’s eyes went black and Sam started doing the exorcism chant. “Sorry, I've gotta cut this short,” Steven said before his body suddenly jerked and sparks appeared before he fell down dead.

Liam stood outside the cell, bloody knife in hand. Dean’s eyes went wide while he clutched his shoulder. “How did you-?”

The two FBI agents rushed in, their guns pointed. Liam turned, still holding his knife. “I thought you patted him down,” Henriksen looked to Reidy. “How did you miss that thing? Put the knife down, son. That was a really stupid move, but I don’t think you wanna die for it tonight.”

“Li- David,” Sam warned. “Please don’t do anything stupid.”

Liam huffed, but dropped his knife. Reidy rushed to pick it up but it shocked him. “What the hell?”

Liam smirked. “Guess it doesn’t like you.”

“I’ve been freaking shot in here by your boss,” Dean said. “He was trying to kill us and David stopped him.”

“Oh?” Henriksen raised an eyebrow. “And why would he have done that?”

“He was possessed,” Sam sighed.

“Possessed?” Henriksen laughed. “Right. Get the blond chained back up good and fire up the chopper! We’re taking them out of here now.”

“Yeah! Do that!” Dean snapped.

Reidy went to check on the chopper while Liam was wrapped up tight in chains. “Overkill much?” Liam blinked.

“Not for you,” Henriksen replied. “Gotta make sure you don’t pull off another escape.”

There was a loud explosion and all heads turned toward the window. Henriksen left them to investigate. Dean looked over to Liam who was back in his cell, then he and Sam looked at each other. Minutes later the lights went out. “Oh, that can’t be good,” Dean sighed.

Henriksen came back in. “What’s the plan? Kill everyone in the station, bust you two out?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean asked.

“I’m talking about your psycho friends. I’m talking about a blood bath.”

“I promise you, whoever is out there is not here to help us,” Liam said.

“Look, you got to believe us,” Sam pleaded. “Everyone here is in terrible danger.”

“Why don’t you let us out of here so we can save your asses?” Dean sighed.

“From what?” Henriksen looked around at all three of them. “You gonna say demons? Don’t you dare say demons. Let me tell you something. You should be a lot more scared of me,” he stormed off.

“How’s the shoulder?” Sam asked his brother.

“It’s awesome. I’ll live. You know, if we get out of here alive. So you got a plan?”

“Little tied up here at the moment,” Liam sighed. “But working on it.”

Sam noticed the secretary peaking in at them. “Hey, uh, please. We need your help. It’s… Nancy, right? Nancy, my brother’s been shot. He’s bleeding really bad. You think maybe you could get us a towel? Please? Just one clean towel? Look at us. We’re not the bad guys. I swear.”

She left and Sam sighed. She returned a moment later with a clean towel. “Thank you,” Sam smiled at her. She inched over to their cell like she was still afraid. “It's okay,” he assured her. She put the towel through the bars and suddenly he grabbed her and pulled her close.

She screamed and an officer ran in pointing his gun. “Let her go!” Sam immediately let go of her and she backed away. “You’re okay, Nance? Try something again, get shot, and not in the arm.”

“What the hell was that?” Dean narrowed his eyes.

Sam held up her rosary. “I thought we might need this. How many you figure are out there?” he asked as he pressed the towel to Dean’s shoulder.

“I don’t know,” Dean shook his head.

The sheriff came in and opened both cells. “It’s time to go, boys.”

Sam and Dean took a step back. “Uh, you know what? We’re just comfy right here. But thank you,” Dean said.

Henriksen came in then. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“We’re not just gonna sit around here and wait to die,” the sheriff answered. “We’re gonna make a run for it.”

“It’s safer here,” Henriksen insisted. “We’re not going anywhere.”

“The hell we’re not,” the sheriff argued.

Henriksen then shot him in the head. Sam and Dean jumped on him and wrestled him over to the toilet where they had put the rosary to make holy water. Sam shoved his face into it and began chanting the exorcism spell.

The officer and Nancy came running in. “Stay back!” Dean shouted as he pointed Henriksen’s gun at the officer with his rifle.

Henriksen screamed and black smoke shot out of his mouth and disappeared into the ceiling before his body went limp. A minute later he regained consciousness and started coughing. “Henriksen! Hey, is that you in there?” Sam asked looking at him.

Henriksen sat on the bed shaking his head. “I… I shot the sheriff.”

“But you didn't shoot the deputy,” Dean chuckled.

“Five minutes ago I was fine, and then…”

“Let me guess. Some nasty black smoke jammed itself down your throat?” Liam said.

“You were possessed,” Sam explained.

“Possessed, like… possessed?” Henrikson swallowed hard and shook his head. “I don’t believe it.”

“Believe it,” Liam sighed.

“I owe the biggest I told you so ever,” Dean said as he handed Henriksen his gun back.

“Let them all go,” Henriksen ordered the officer. The officer complied and the chains fell to the floor. Liam grabbed his knife from where it fell. “Alright, so how do we survive?” Henriksen looked at them.

Sam and Liam started spray painting devil’s traps at every door and window while Nancy tended to Dean’s shoulder. They directed the officer to get the road salt out of the storeroom and also lay that down at every door and window. “Hey, where's my car?” Dean asked the officer once he was patched up.

“Impound lot out back. Wait, you’re not going out there?”

“Yeah, I got to get something out of my trunk.” He left and rushed back in a few minutes later. “They’re coming! Hurry!”

Seconds later black smoke surrounded the building and shook it a little. That lasted only a minute before it left. “Everybody okay?” Sam looked around.

“Define okay,” Henriksen shot him a look.

“Alight, everybody needs to put these on,” Dean started handing out protection amulets. “They’ll keep you from being possessed.”

“What about you guys?” Nancy asked.

They all three showed the protection tattoos on their chests. “Smart,” Henriksen smiled at them.

Suddenly there was a crowd of people surrounding the police station. “Is that where all that black demon smoke went?” Nancy asked.

“Looks like,” Sam nodded.

Dean sat in the office with Henriksen filling rifles with shot gun shells full of salt. “Fighting off monsters with condiments,” Henriksen shook his head. “So, turns out demons are real.”

“Ghosts are real too. So are werewolves, vampires, changelings, evil clowns that eat people... Our blond friend there, he used to be a vampire. That’s why you can’t find much on him. I mean, you might if you start digging through records from the 1600’s.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yep. Don’t worry, we cured him of his little affliction.”

“How many demons are out there you think?”

“Total? No clue. A lot.”

“What’s out there? Can you guys beat it? Can you win?”

“Honestly? I think the world’s gonna end bloody. But it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t fight. We do have choices. I choose to go down swinging.”

They all gathered in the main office. “So, what now?” Henriksen looked around.

“We could find a virgin and sacrifice them,” Liam said with a shrug.

Dean glared at him. “One, who the hell is a virgin anymore? Two, where the fuck did that come from?”

Liam shrugged again. “Hell if I know. Weird shit just pops into my head from time to time. It’s usually pretty good shit… Has always worked so far.”

“If it helps, I’m a virgin,” Nancy offered.

“Really?” Dean looked surprised. “But no, it doesn’t help. I don’t care if Liam here has suddenly turned into some kind of prophet. We’re not doing that. What the hell has gotten into you, Liam?”

“I told you, I really don’t know.”

“Liam, so that’s your name,” Henriksen looked him. “It fits you.”

“I got a plan,” Dean sighed. “I’m not saying it's a good one. I’m not even saying that it’ll work, but it’s all I’ve got.”

“Okay, so, what’s the plan?” Sam asked.

“Open the doors, let them all in, and we fight.”

“I’m down for that,” Liam said.

They quickly got everything ready, including breaking the devil’s traps and lines of salt. The doors were flung open and it wasn’t long before demons poured in. Sam and Dean shot at them with their shotguns while Liam fought his way through the horde with his knife like they were nothing, his eyes cold and focused. Sam and Dean saw him an exchanged worried looks. “Henriksen, now!” Dean shouted after several minutes had passed.

A few seconds later a recording of Sam’s voice reciting the exorcism spell came over the loudspeaker. The demons that were still standing ran for the doors, but Nancy and the officer had closed them all and lined them with salt again, trapping them. When the recording finished black smoke flew out of all their mouths and collected on the ceiling before disappearing.

The lights came back on and people started stirring. Dean stood by Sam and looked at all the broken and bloody corpses on the floor. “What the hell did we wake up?” Dean whispered while watching Liam.

“I don’t know,” Sam shook his head. “I’m just really glad it’s on our side.”

All the people who were unharmed were sent home. “I better call in. Hell of a story I won’t be telling,” Henriksen said to Sam, Dean, and Liam.

“So, what are you gonna tell them?” Sam asked.

“The least ridiculous lie I can come up with in the next five minutes.”

“Good luck with that,” Dean gave him a little smile. “Not to pressure you or anything, but what are you planning to do about us?”

“I’m gonna kill you. You three were in the chopper when it caught on fire. Nothing left. Can’t even identify you with dental records. Rest in peace, guys.” They each shook his hand and left.

The next morning Liam and Dean were in their room packing when Sam knocked on their door. “Turn on the news,” Sam said and Dean went to turn on the TV. They saw footage of the police station burned to the ground and a reporter was saying it was caused by a gas line leak. Everyone inside had been killed. “Must have happened right after we left,” Sam sat on the bed. They all just sat in looked at each other for a minute.

They headed back to Memphis to see Natalie. Sam lay in bed with her that night and told her everything that happened since they’d left. “And you really think Liam is this Astiratu?” she looked over at him.

Sam sighed. “The blood test said so, and it kinda fits. Dean and I even tried the blood test on ourselves to see if that mixture did that for everybody. Our blood didn’t turn color. You should’ve seen him fight in the police station. It was like… I don’t know… He left a trail of death and destruction in his wake like it was the most natural thing in the world.”

“He didn’t seem any different to me tonight at dinner.”

“I know, during downtime he still seems just like he always did. It’s when he’s in hunt and fight mode that it seems like something dormant was woken up a little bit.”

“And he can’t know?”

“No. Everything any of us has found says it will be very bad if he ever finds out. I don’t know why, but I’m not willing to risk it. Let’s let Liam stay Liam. We’re not even supposed to know. If his demon father hadn’t opened his big mouth, and we hadn’t been so insistent on finding the truth, we wouldn’t.”

“But he is one of the good guys?”

“Yeah. He’s the giant stick God sends to beat evil back when it’s gotten too much of a foothold.”

“Then I wouldn’t worry too much,” Natalie kissed his cheek. “If his ultimate purpose is to beat evil back, then I would say he’s right where should be right now, fighting that evil with you and your brother. Who knows, if he was given as a gift to a preacher and his wife, maybe he was given to Dean too.”

Sam smiled a little. “Maybe. And maybe you were given as a gift to me, because it sure as hell feels that way.” He kissed her before settling down to go to sleep.
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Hunting Humanity II