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Hunting Humanity III	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1200 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dean sat on the couch with Liam’s head in his lap, the blond fast asleep. Dean had put a blanket over him and was stroking his hair. Natalie came in to sit down on a chair, cup of tea in her hand. “You two have been like glue the past week,” she commented.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “I don’t really remember that three weeks, and he only remembers bits and pieces, but he really really missed me and has been super clingy. He hasn’t slept much because he’s afraid I’ll get taken away in the middle of the night again. Finally caught up to him,” Dean motioned to Liam’s sleeping form.

“Sam doesn’t remember anything either. I, lucky me, remember everything and was extremely worried the entire time. Angels are depicted as these kind beings, and really they’re just...”

“Dicks,” Dean finished the sentence. “One thing I do remember is the fear in Zachariah’s eyes when confronted with a seriously pissed off Astiratu. To matter so much to something like him...”

“Well, deep down you are a great guy, and we give him exactly what he really wants. Sam tried to describe what he felt that day, but the best he could put into words was that his heart was slowly being crushed and ripped from his chest. Feeling like unloved used garbage for so long, I’m sure that hurts when you have human emotion.”

Dean lightly stroked Liam’s cheek. “I just wish I knew what to do to chase away his doubts about us. I love him more than anything, and I do everything I can think of. When I want to have lots of sex with him he’s just a live sex doll to me. When we don’t have a lot of sex then I don’t find him attractive. It’s maddening.”

“Yeah, well, if when I met Sam he was gay and then suddenly turned straight for me, I would have my doubts too. I don’t think there’s anything you can do but keep loving him with all you’ve got.” A loud beep went off in the kitchen, and Natalie pulled herself to her feet with difficulty. “To think I used to take getting out of a chair for granted...” she chuckled. “Anyway, wake him because that beep means his favorite lasagna is ready.”

“Babe,” Dean gently shook him.

Liam inhaled deeply and his eyes fluttered open. “Did I fall asleep?” he asked, still a little groggy.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “That tends to happen when you’re sleep deprived.” Liam wrapped his arms tightly around Dean and started hyperventilating. “That angel asshole has you really messed up, doesn’t he?” Dean shook his head while he wrapped his arms around the blond. “It’s okay, I’m here.”

“You don’t understand,” Liam whimpered. “When I go to sleep I dream that I can’t find you again.”

Dean sighed and stroked his hair. “I’m sorry, but Babe, you need to sleep. Human bodies not only need food but rest. I let you sleep all afternoon because you needed it and I’m worried about you. Anyway, I woke you because I’ve had to pee for the last hour and a half and dinner is ready. Natalie made lasagna for you.”

Liam nodded and got up to go into the kitchen. “Anything pop up job wise?” Dean asked Sam when he joined them at the table.

“Possible haunting nearby,” Sam said as he put some salad on his plate. “No deaths, but an apparition has been seen.”

Dean shrugged. “Well if it’s nearby then maybe it’s worth checking out.” Dean nodded and grabbed some garlic bread. “Babe?” he turned to to Liam who was just sitting there. “Remember the food and rest thing? You love lasagna and garlic bread.”

Dean shot Sam a worried look while Liam took a small piece of lasagna on his plate and munched on some garlic bread. When they finished eating Dean wrapped his arms around Liam. “Why don’t you go take a nice relaxing bath, and then we’ll see if we can get you even more relaxed and happy before bed. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna go anywhere.”

Liam nodded and headed upstairs. Dean sighed and started helping Sam clean up the dinner dishes. “I think I might kill Zachariah myself,” Dean growled. “Liam, he only sleeps when he passes out from exhaustion, and he barely eats, even when you put one of his favorite foods in front of him. He just seems to want constant physical contact with me. Don’t get me wrong, physical contact is nice, but constant? He is really fucked up and I don’t know how to fix him.”

“Time I guess,” Sam shrugged as he started filling the dishwasher. “You and I, our minds were altered so we weren’t aware, but he had what he holds most dear taken from him while he was sleeping. If I woke up one day and Natalie and the baby were gone I wouldn’t want to sleep anymore either for a while.”

Dean headed up to the bedroom and found Liam lying naked on the bed. “Have a nice bath?” Dean asked.

Liam nodded and got up to wrap his arms around Dean, passionately kissing him. Dean pushed him back. “No, we’re not doing that tonight.”

“Why not?” Liam asked with a frown.

“Look, I am very attracted to you, and sex with you is seriously amazing, but it doesn’t work. You still don’t sleep afterward. Lie down on the bed on your stomach. We’re going to try something else.”

Liam did as told, and Dean took a lavender linen spray he had Natalie pick up and moved Liam’s face long enough to spray the pillow. “Breathe deep, smell the lavender, and let it relax you,” Dean instructed as pulled the big white feather out of a drawer. He brushed Liam’s hair to the side and let the feather brush down his spine. Liam squirmed and let out a contended sigh.

Dean sat on the edge of the bed and ran the tip of the feather all up and down his back and shoulders, then his arms, ass, and legs. He smiled at every gasp when he found a particularly sensitive spot. The big finale was Liam’s feet, causing the blond to whimper and squirm in pleasure. “Feel better, Babe?” Dean asked when he put the feather away.

Liam nodded and rolled over. “I loved every second of it. Can we watch movies all night tonight?”

“No,” Dean shook his head. “The whole point of this was to relax you so you can sleep. Since we’re checking out a case tomorrow we both need to be rested. In fact, if you lay awake all night tonight again you’re not going.”

Liam pouted as Dean got into bed. “I don’t want to. The nightmares...”

“Liam, I’m sorry that fucker did that, but you have to get over your fear. Going to sleep and waking up with me next to you just like always will help with that.”

Liam nodded and snuggled close, resting his head on Dean’s chest so he could hear his heartbeat. Then he closed his eyes and willed himself to relax. Dean stayed awake until Liam’s breathing evened out and slowed before he went to dream land himself.

When Dean woke Liam was still snoring softly and had drooled a little on his chest. Dean shook him awake. “There, you see?” he said when Liam’s eyes were open. “You slept and I’m still here.”

Liam nodded and got up to get dressed. Natalie had bagels out for them and they ate before packing up to go. The town was only an hour away this time. They got out of the car dressed as FBI agents and went into a comic shop to ask some questions.

The guy behind the counter seemed a little confused at first, then he grinned. “I knew it! You guys are LARPing, aren't you?”

“Excuse me?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“You're fans.”

“I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about,” Dean shook his head.

The guy chuckled. “You're asking questions like the building's haunted. Like those guys from the books. What are they called? Uh... "Supernatural." Two guys, use fake IDs with rock aliases, hunt down ghosts, demons, vampires. What are their names? Uh... Steve and Dirk? Uh, Sal and Dane?”

“Sam and Dean?” Liam took a shot.

“That's it!” the guy smiled.

“You're saying this is a book?” Dean looked confused.

“Books. It was a series. Didn't sell a lot of copies, though. Kind of had more of an underground cult following.” He went over to the bargain bin and pulled one out. “That's the first one, I think.”

They looked it over, and the story sounded very familiar. “We're gonna need all the copies of ‘Supernatural’ you've got,” Sam said.

They went to a motel to sit and read the books. “This is freakin' insane,” Dean shook his head. “How's this guy know all this stuff? Everything is in here. I mean everything. from the racist truck to me having sex. I'm full frontal in here, dude. Only thing he got wrong was Liam. He’s in here too, but us together is left out and he leaves after he’s human again. In the book you got killed at that ghost town, Sam, and I sold my soul to bring you back. How come we haven't heard of them before?”

Sam shrugged from behind the laptop. “They're pretty obscure. I mean, almost zero circulation. Uh, started in '05. The publisher put out a couple dozen before going bankrupt. And, uh, the last one, ‘No Rest For The Wicked’, ends with you going to hell.”

Dean sighed as he looked at the web page. “I reiterate. Freaking insane. Check it out. There’s actually fans. There’s not many of them, but still. Did you read this? Although for fans, they sure do complain a lot. Listen to this, Simpatico says ‘the demon story line is trite, clichéd, and overall craptastic.’ Yeah, well, screw you, Simpatico. We lived it.”

“Yeah. Well, keep on reading. It gets better,” Sam gave him a little look.

“There are ‘Sam girls’ and ‘Dean girls’ and, what's a ‘slash fan’?

“As in... Sam slash Dean. Together.” Sam shook his head.

“Like, together together?” Dean swallowed hard. “They do know we're brothers, right?”

“Doesn't seem to matter,” Sam shrugged.

“Oh, come on. That... That's just sick,” Dean closed the laptop. He looked over to Liam who watched the brothers with his head tilted and a dreamy look in his eye. “You’re imagining that right now, aren’t you, you sick fuck?”

Liam shrugged. “Once an idea is put in my head...”

“We got to find this Carver Edlund,” Dean sighed.

“Yeah, that might not be so easy,” Sam said. “No tax records, no known address. Looks like Carver Edlund is a pen name.”

Dean looked out the window. “Somebody’s gotta know who he is.”

The only thing they could think of to do was visit the publisher. It took quite a bit of charming to get the author’s name, she even quizzed them about the books. Eventually she revealed that the author’s real name was Chuck Shurley and she wrote down his address.

They went to his house and Dean rang the doorbell A man in a bathrobe and boxers answered. “You Chuck Shurley?” Dean asked.

“The Chuck Shurley who wrote the ‘Supernatural’ books?” Sam added.

“Maybe. Why?” the guy looked a little nervous.

“I'm Dean. This is Sam. The Dean and Sam you've been writing about.”

Chuck started to close the door and Liam stuck his foot in it. “Look, uh...” Chuck looked between the three of them. “I appreciate your enthusiasm. Really, I do. It's, uh, it's always nice to hear from the fans. But, uh, for your own good, I strongly suggest you get a life.”

Liam pushed his way inside. “Look, pal, you snipped me, and that tends to make me a little cranky, so let’s skip the acting stupid crap, shall we?”

Dean pulled him back. “See, here's the thing. We have a life. You've been using it to write your books.”

Chuck started backing up. “Now, wait a minute. Now, this isn't funny.”

“Damn straight, it's not funny,” Dean crossed his arms.

“Look, we just want to know how you're doing it,” Sam explained.

“I'm not doing anything,” Chuck insisted.

Dean advanced on Chuck who fell onto his couch. “Then how do you know so much about demons, And tulpas, and changelings?”

“What do you want?” Chuck swallowed hard.

“I'm Sam, that's Dean, and that’s Liam,” Sam made introductions.

“Sam, Dean, and Liam are fictional characters. I made them up! They're not real!” Chuck insisted.

“If I’m not real then this shouldn’t hurt a bit,” Liam said as he punched Chuck and got pulled back by Dean again.

“Boy, you are kinda cranky,” Dean commented.

“Please. Wait. Please, don't hurt me,” Chuck begged.

“How much do you know?” Sam asked. “Do you know about the angels? Or Lilith breaking the seals?”

Chuck stared up at them in confusion. “Wait a minute. How do you know about that?”

“The question is how do you?” Dean asked.

“Because I wrote it.”

“You kept writing?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Chuck nodded. “Even after the publisher went bankrupt, but those books never came out. Okay, wait a minute. This is some kind of joke, right? Did Phil put you up to this?”

“I’ll give you Phil put us up to this,” Liam growled and lunged.

Dean grabbed him. “Settle, Babe. I'm Dean Winchester, this is my brother, Sam, and this little fireball of pissed off is my boyfriend Liam Spencer.”

Chuck’s jaw dropped. “The last names were never in the books. I never told anybody about that. I never even wrote that down.” Chuck got up and poured himself a glass of whiskey. “There's only one explanation. Obviously I'm a god.”

“You're not a god,” Sam shook his head.

“How else do you explain it? I write things and then they come to life. Yeah, no, I'm definitely a god. A cruel, cruel, capricious god. The things I put you through. The physical beatings alone...”

“We could always do an experiment,” Liam grabbed a knife off the counter and advanced on Chuck.

“Oh, god!” Chuck swallowed hard. “I’m sorry I cut you out, okay? It’s just… All that gay stuff… Most readers don’t want to read it. It’s a little sick. But look, I’ll put you back in if you don’t hurt me!”

Dean grabbed the knife out of Liam’s hand. “That’s enough, Sweeny Todd. Why is this getting under your skin so much?”

Liam shrugged. “Not sure, I just know it hurts.”

Sam sighed. “We think you're probably just psychic.”

Chuck shook his head. “No. If I were psychic, you think I'd be writing? Writing is hard.”

“It seems that somehow you're just focused on our lives,” Sam said.

“Yeah, like laser focused,” Dean nodded. “Are you working on anything right now?”

Chuck looked up at them. “Holy crap.”

“What?” Sam asked.

“The, uh, latest book, it's, uh, it's kind of weird.”

“Weird how?” Sam asked.

“I wrote myself into it. I wrote myself, at my house... confronted by my characters.”

“So... You wrote another chapter?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“This was all so much easier before you were real,” Chuck shook his head.

“We can take it; just spit it out,” Dean urged him.

“It's Lilith. She's coming for Sam,” Chuck revealed.

“Coming to kill him?” Dean looked a little scared. “When?”

“Tonight.” He went over to his desk and picked up the manuscript he was working on. "Lilith patted the bed seductively. Unable to deny his desire, Sam succumbed, and they sank into the throes of fiery demonic passion."

Sam couldn’t help but laugh. “You're kidding me, right?”

“You think this is funny?” Dean shot his brother a look.

“You don't? I mean, come on. ‘Fiery demonic passion’?”

“It's just a first draft,” Chuck shrugged.

“Wait. Lilith is a little girl,” Dean looked confused.

“No, uh, this time she's a comely dental hygienist from Bloomington, Indiana,” Chuck said.

Sam chuckled again. “Dean, look, there's nothing to worry about. Lilith and me? In bed?”

“How does this whole psychic thing of yours work?” Dean asked Chuck.

“You mean my process?”

“Yes, your process,” Dean nodded. “Whatever the hell you call it.”

“Well, it usually starts with a headache. A really bad headache. Aspirin is useless, so, I drink until I fall asleep. The first time it happened I thought it was just a crazy dream.”

Liam crossed his arms. “Out of sheer curiosity, how did you replace me if you did?”

Chuck looked a little scared. “For some things I added a demon named Ruby. She’s been helping Sam with his powers. Other times I just got creative and figured out a way for them to save themselves.”

“I really am gonna kill this fucker.”

Dean wrapped his arms around Liam and kissed his neck. “No, you’re not. Calm down. Chuck, do us all a favor and write him back in, gay stuff and all. The readers who don’t like it can bite me.”

“Okay,” Chuck nodded and swallowed hard.

“There, see,” Dean stroked Liam’s hair. “You may have been overlooked until now, but you’re going to start getting the credit you deserve.”

“Okay,” Liam sighed deeply.

Dean held his hand out for the manuscript and Chuck handed it over. “Now, come on, Babe, I think you need a nap.”

Chuck pulled Sam aside. “Liam, is he really… and doesn’t know it when he’s awake?”

“Yep,” Sam nodded. “So, you might really want to start giving credit where credit is due because we can’t stop him from murdering you slowly while we sleep.” He patted a very scared looking Chuck on the shoulder before going out to the car.

“So, we’re really just going to run?” Sam looked at his brother while they drove out of town. “We’ve been hunting Lilith, and she’s coming right to us, but we’re tucking our tails between our legs?”

“Yep,” Dean nodded. “We’re not ready for a meet and greet with her right now.”

On the way out they ran into a road block. The bridge was washed out and there was no other way out of town. Dean grumbled and turned around, heading for a diner because Liam was hungry. “Hey, this could be a good thing,” Dean said while looking over the manuscript. “I mean, if this is what puts us on the path to Lilith, then all we got to do is get off the path.”

“How do you mean?” Sam asked.

“It's a blueprint of what not to do. I mean, if the pages say that we go left, we go right.”

“I’m not in the manuscript, remember?” Liam reminded them, still looking a little sour about it. “I can be your wild card.”

“Yeah, well, you were the hungry one and it’s still written that we end up in a diner. We get off book. We never make it to the end. It's opposite day.”

The waitress came and they ordered their food. “This whole thing's ridiculous,” Sam shook his head.

“Lilith is ridiculous?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“The idea of me hooking up with her is. Dean, for the first time, we have warning that Lilith is close.”

“So?” Dean gave his brother a look.

“So, we've got the jump on her. If we know when she's coming, we know where she's, this is an opportunity. Plus, like Liam pointed out, we’ve got a wild card.”

“Are you-” Dean took a deep breath trying not to get angry. “It frustrates me when you say such reckless things.”

“Well, it frustrates me when you'd rather hide that fight,” Sam responded.

Liam started laughing and shook his head. “Sorry, but you two trying not to fight tickles me. It’s cute.”

Dean huffed. “It's not hiding. It's being smart. It's picking your battles. This is a battle that we are not ready to fight.”

Their food was brought out and they ate in silence. Then they went back to the motel. Dean started putting little bags around the room. “What are you doing?” Sam asked.

“Couple of hex bags ought to Lilith proof the room,” Dean answered.

“So, what? I'm supposed to just hole up here all night?” Sam huffed.

“That's exactly what you're gonna do, okay? And no research. I don't care what you do. Watch Casa Erotica on Pay Per View.” For good measure he grabbed the laptop.

“What are you gonna do?” Sam asked.

“Well, the pages say that I spend all day riding around in the Impala. So Liam and I are gonna go park her. Behave yourself, would you? No homework. Watch some porn.”

Dean drove back to Chuck’s. “Oh, god, you two again,” Chuck groaned. “He’s not gonna hurt me, is he?” he motioned to Liam. “I… wrote you back in just like you wanted!” Chuck handed Liam a fresh manuscript that he started to read.

Dean turned to Chuck. “I just really need to know how you know what you know.”

“I don't know how I know, I just do!” Chuck cried.

“I show up out of the blue and gank Lilith with my special knife while she’s fucking Sam?” Liam raised an eyebrow.

“I had to reintroduce you somehow. And it’s not like you don’t have first hand knowledge of Sam like that.”

“Either of you care to fill me in on what that means?” Dean looked a little angry.

“Um,” Chuck swallowed hard.

“Don’t,” Liam warned.

Dean huffed. “Oh, yes, do. What the fuck is going on here?”

“Well, you know when you came back from hell and you rang the doorbell at the house?” Chuck said. “Right before that Liam and Sam had sex.”

Dean glared at Liam. “Please tell me psychic boy got one thing wrong and you didn’t.”

Liam sighed and his shoulders sank. “He got curious and had a gay erotic dream he wanted to explore. As far as we knew you were still dead. It wasn’t anything that great. It was awkward and we agreed we never wanted to do it again anyway.”

Dean closed his eyes. “Great. Now all I can picture is my brother and my boyfriend stabbing me in my cold dead back!”

“It really wasn’t like that!” Liam insisted. “Now that you’re back we would never, even though I said it sucked and if you were still dead we still wouldn’t have. But, I’ve been cut out so how the hell did you know about that?” he looked to Chuck.

“I still see, I just don’t write those parts. I wrote him with Ruby instead.”

“Okay,” Dean took a deep breath. “How do you see?”

“He's a Prophet of the Lord,” Castiel appeared out of nowhere.

Chuck looked flabbergasted. “You... You're Castiel... aren't you?”

Castiel nodded. “It's an honor to meet you, Chuck. I admire your work. You really shouldn’t have left Astiratu out though. This is about much more than appealing to readers. That, and it’s a very sore spot and he might kill you despite your protection.”

“I am pacified for the moment,” Astiratu put the script down.

“Whoa… hold on a second!” Dean shook his head. “You’re fucking with me. This is the guy who decides our fate?”

“He isn't deciding anything,” Castiel told them. “He's a mouthpiece, a conduit for the inspired word.”

“The word? The word of god? What, like the new new testament?” Dean raised an eyebrow. “Ha ha, that was hilarious.”

“I am not kidding you.”

“If you three would please excuse me one minute,” Chuck said as he headed up the stairs.

“Him? Really?” Dean gave Castiel a strange look.

“You should've seen Luke.”

Astiratu huffed. “I got conveniently forgotten then too...”

Castiel shrugged. “Homosexuality has always been a sensitive subject with humans. That, and the culture clash. Don’t worry, those who count remember you.”

“Only time I appear anywhere in the bible I’m depicted as a bad guy! It’s not fucking fair! My fingerprints are all over a lot of that shit.”

“And just who were you banging back in the bible days?” Dean asked.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Well, whatever,” Dean sighed. “How do we get around this?”

“Around what?” Castiel asked.

“The Sam Lilith love connection. How do we stop it from happening?”

“What the prophet has written can't be unwritten. As he has seen it, so it shall come to pass.”

Dean looked to Astiratu in desperation. “Come on, pull something out of your hat again.”

Astiratu sighed. “The prophet thing goes above even my pay grade.”

“One of you drag Sam out of here now before Lilith shows up,” Dean pleaded.

“It's a prophecy. I can't interfere,” Castiel said. “And neither will Astiratu if he knows what’s good for him.”

Dean balled up his fists. “You have tested me and thrown me every which way, and I have never asked for anything. Not a damn thing. But now I'm asking. I need your help. Please.”

Astiratu and Castiel exchanged looks for a moment. Castiel sighed. “You must understand why I can't intercede. Prophets are very special. They're protected. If anything threatens a prophet, anything at all, an archangel will appear to destroy that threat. Archangels are fierce. They're absolute. They're heaven's most terrifying weapon, well, one of them.”

Astiratu sighed. “They give me a run for my money.”

“And these archangels, they're tied to prophets?” a light when on in Dean’s eyes. “So if a prophet was in the same room as a demon...”

“By George, I think he’s caught on,” Astiratu chuckled.

“Thank you, both of you.”

“For what?” Castiel gave him a look. “We did nothing. Good luck.”

Castiel disappeared and Astiratu smirked. “I will go fetch the dumbass.”

Minutes later Astiratu was dragging a chained up Chuck down the stairs. “What are you doing?” Chuck cried. “I didn't write this.”

“Maybe if you hadn’t conveniently left me out...” Astiratu grumbled.

“I fixed that! Please don’t hurt me!”

“He won’t hurt you, much,” Dean sighed. “We need you to come with us to the motel Sam is in.”

“That's where Lilith is,” Chuck looked terrified.

“No shit, Sherlock,” Astiratu sighed. “That would be the point.”

“Are you insane? Lilith? I know what she's capable of. I wrote her.”

“Listen, you’re going to be fine,” Dean tried to reassure him. “All we need you to do is stand in the same room.”

They dragged him to the car and drove to the motel. Astiratu unchained Chuck and roughly shoved him into the room where Lilith and Sam were struggling on the bed with Liam’s knife.

“I am the prophet Chuck!” Chuck shouted out.

Lilith turned away from Sam. “You've got to be joking.”

“Oh, this is no joke,” Dean smirked. The whole room began to shake. “You see, Chuck here's got an archangel on his shoulder. You've got about ten seconds before this room is full of wrath and you're a piece of charcoal. You sure you want to tangle with that?”

Lilith huffed then smoked out. Everything went quiet again. “Thanks Chucky,” Astiratu patted his head. “You’ll just have to introduce me again another way, but you’re free to go now. Bye.”

Chuck left looking confused and Liam blinked and was himself again. Dean looked to his brother. “Mind telling me why you did the horizontal mambo with Liam here?”

“What?” Sam looked confused.

Liam sighed. “Chuck told him.”

“Man...” Sam put his head in his hands for a minute. “It was a weird fancy that struck me. It wasn’t even good.”

“Hey!” Liam looked offended.

“Liam, I’m sure you’re a great lay, but even you agreed it was a little too weird.”

“Does Natalie know about this?” Dean asked.

“It was her idea,” Sam answered. “I told her about my passing fancy and she thought maybe… She doesn’t care about another man as long as I don’t catch anything. You were dead, at least we thought so at the time. Please don’t make a big deal of it.”

Dean sighed and sat on the bed. “It’s gonna be a real hard picture to get out of my mind, but fine, I won’t bring it up again. Can I ask what Lilith wanted?”

“She wanted to deal.”

“Really?” Dean raised an eyebrow. “And what did that bitch want?”

“She would stop breaking seals in exchange for our lives.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Sam agreed. “But she’s scared. She says she isn’t gonna survive the breaking of the seals, and I intend to make sure she doesn’t. Come on, it’s only an hour drive to get home.”

Dean looked to where Liam had crawled onto the bed and was fast asleep. “Nah, let him sleep. Here, help me get him undressed and tucked in.”
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