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Hunting Humanity X	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1093 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam came into the kitchen with his i-Pad. Dean was sitting at the table enjoying a burger. “I have got to get him to tell me what his secret for burgers is,” Dean said when he saw his brother. “He's so secretive about it, but these are the best.”

Sam sat down. “Yeah, well, the half empty bottle of whiskey on the top shelf of the pantry and the fact his speech was slurred when he went out to the grill is a clue.”

“I'm getting a little worried about him. He's drinking more than usual. That's my thing.”

“Well, Lucifer is on the loose in Cas' vessel. Nothing on where he is or how to save him. Nothing on Amara either, and we don't know what she's planning to do. Maybe it's part stress, and part you rubbing off on him.”

Dean sighed at that. “He's supposed to be a good influence on me. But yeah, two weeks of squat.”

“Keep your head up. We're gonna win this. Remember? Nobody said it was gonna be easy. You know the drill. In the meantime, we hunt.”

“So you wanna leave again?”

“Yeah, Dean, hunting is what we do. Look, I know I bitch about being away, especially when it's months at a time. I love my kids more than anything. I love Natalie, even though the separation puts a strain on us sometimes. I've thought about quitting, I didn't make that a secret, but I can't. It's a part of me, probably from being around you too long.”

Dean chuckled. “Yeah, I get that. I wouldn't be able to quit either. So what have you got?”

Sam showed Dean the article. “Naoki Himura. Said her little girl was attacked by an entity.”

Dean scanned the article. “Kid's in a coma.”

“Yeah. Only site of trauma is what the mom is describing as a hand print from the alleged attacker. But no one else was in the house at the time, so...”

“So vengeful spirit? Poltergeist?”

“It's worth finding out. Plus, it would be nice to get a win, this case seems like a lay-up.”

Dean scoffed at that. “Yeah, when's the last time we had a lay-up? But alright. I will go find Liam, and you do what you need to do.”

They drove out to the hospital where the little girl was being kept. They dressed in their suits and spoke to the mother out in the hall. “My wife is flying back, but her flight's been delayed in London, so... I'm alone in all this.”

“Well, we're here to help however we can,” Sam assured her.

“I appreciate that, but why would the FBI have any interest in this?”

“Just doing our due diligence. You know what, why don't you go ahead and tell us about the night of the attack?”

“Nobody believes there was an attack. Even the internet thinks I'm crazy.”

“We don't,” Liam said. “That's why we're here.”

“Okay, well... Kat woke up screaming. I thought she was just having a nightmare. But she said she heard footsteps. And that she felt something bad in the house.”

“Did you also hear footsteps?” Sam asked.

“No.”

“Did you notice anything else? Cold spots, or flickering lights.”

“Yeah, actually. The lights were out in her room. And it was cold in there. What does that mean?”

“Would you mind if we went and had a look at your house?” Dean asked.

“Sure, yeah, if you think it's gonna help. There's a hide-a-key under a painted rock by the front door.”

“Great. Thank you for your help,” Sam gave her a small smile as they headed back to the car.

They drove to the house and headed for the front door. An older woman in the next yard who was out watering her plants noticed them. “Excuse me! Can I help you boys?”

Sam headed over to her. “Maybe. Special Agent Rizer. These are my partners, Special Agent Bean, and Special Agent Riley, and we-”

“Why do the FBI keep coming back to that house?”

“Excuse me?”

“A handful of years ago the FBI came here. I'm the head of the neighborhood watch, you know, so I asked the two agents what they were doing here.”

“And what'd they say?” Dean asked.

“Not a thing. They were two of the rudest people I'd ever met.”

“Huh. By any chance were these agents, um, elder statesmen?” Sam had a hunch who she was talking about.

“Yeah. Friends of yours?”

“We may have heard of them,” Liam answered. “But if they were here before, we weren't made aware of it. We'll have to call our superiors and look into that. Thanks.”

They entered the house with the hidden key and got out their EMF detectors. Liam followed Dean upstairs, while Sam took a look around downstairs. “I'm getting hits everywhere down here,” Sam said when they met back up.

Dean nodded. “Yeah, upstairs as well. Alright, so what? Bobby and Rufus worked a case here back in the day? I mean we've had houses with multiple ghosts before.”

Sam shrugged. “I dunno, Dean. I mean the world is small, but it's not that small.”

“Maybe they got rid of the ghost that was here then, but for some reason another one popped up?” Liam suggested.

“You ever seen that before?” Sam asked.

“No. Usually if there was a second occurrence of something weird after we thought we took care of it it means we screwed up.”

“Bobby didn't screw up,” Dean insisted. “I've got a couple of Bobby's old journals in the trunk, why don't we dig into those, dig into the history of the house, see what's what.”

They drove to a nearby motel to do their research. Dean and Liam stayed in the car while Sam went to go get the rooms. He came out with keys in his hand. “Get this. Manager said two FBI agents stayed here years ago. So I got the same room. For luck.”

Liam got out of the car and grabbed his bag. “If the same thing is happening all over again I wouldn't call that luck.”

Sam sat with papers on the history of the house. “There were two deaths at the house. The first was accidental, and don't laugh, a dude choked on a chicken bone. And the other was a murder, a man shot his wife.”

“Well, Bobby and Rufus were definitely on a ghost hunt,” Dean said while reading Bobby's journal.

Sam leaned over to read the entry. “Grand Rapids, Michigan. Possible ghost hunt with jackass. That's all he wrote?”

“Yeah I guess Bobby never got around to finishing it, slacker. Okay, so they were either hunting Chicken Bone, or Ass Hat. One ghost breaks bad back then, the other's been marinating until now. The only problem I see is that we don't know what bones Bobby and Rufus burned, so we might have to dig up two graves.”

“Super,” Liam sighed.

Sam shook his head. “I dunno, Dean. I think there's more to it than that, I mean, something's not right, it's all a little too easy.”

Dean got up from the table. “Hey, easy like Sunday morning works for me. Okay? We could wrap this up quick, get back to hunting Amara, get Cas back. I mean hey, you said it yourself, this case is supposed to be a lay-up, right?”

“Yeah but, as much as I hate to admit it, you were right. You know, I mean when have we ever had one of those?”

“Come on. You think Bobby and Rufus wasted any time arguing about this kind of crap? Let's go!”

“I'm kinda with Sam here,” Liam said. “I mean, how many graves have we dug up only to find out it was something else?”

“I say we dig up the graves,” Dean argued. “Because if that does fix it, then we can get out of here. If there was more to it, then Bobby would've written it down.”

They chose the accidental death first, because that seemed the most likely to take a while to manifest. After nightfall they dug up the grave and opened the casket. “Ashes,” Sam said as they found an already burned body.

“Son of a bitch!” Dean panted. “There's gotta be an easier way to dig graves.”

They found the second grave and dug as fast as they could. Yet again they only found ashes. “Bobby always was thorough,” Sam commented.

“Oh come on!” Dean cried in frustration.

Liam threw down the shovel. “Both bodies are already burned, so unless we missed something, it's not a ghost, like we told you.”

“Yeah, you were right,” Dean grumbled.

“Then why don't you listen to me more often?”

“Because I didn't want you to be right.”

“So then what the hell are we hunting?” Sam asked.

“Good question,” Liam said as he looked down at the open grave. “And I'm gonna sleep in the car while you two figure that out.”

They went back to the hospital the next day when they found out Naoki was in the same kind of coma her son was. Dean was making some calls while he and Liam stood by her bed when Sam came over. “This has happened before. Come here.” They followed as Sam led them to an older woman wearing a lab coat. “These are my partners,” he introduced them. “This is Doctor Richards. Now she's retired, but-”

“I still have friends on staff here, so when I heard that two family members had lapsed into unexplained comas, I came in to see if I could help.”

“So you were here when this happened before,” Dean said.

“Yes. Two FBI agents spoke to me about that case too.”

“So, what happened?” Sam asked.

“What happened, I have no idea. The next day, mother and son woke up, both perfectly fine. Obviously I hope the same thing happens here, with these two, their vitals are failing as well, so...”

“Okay thank you for your time.” Doctor Richards left and Sam turned to his companions. “It's back, whatever it was. What'd you find?” he asked Dean.

“I talked to the local PD, the actual cops that found Mary Henderson back in the day and brought her to this hospital.”

“Are the Hendersons still around?”

“Yeah, just not in that house, obviously.”

“Maybe they know something we don't,” Liam suggested. “Maybe something they don't even know they know, if that makes sense.”

“It does,” Sam nodded as they headed for the car.

They drove to the Hendersons new address. Mary Henderson was on in her front yard. Dean got out and approached her. “Mary Henderson? Hi, we're Special Agents-”

“Oh god. Is it happening again, am I, is my son in danger?” she was panicked.

“No, everything's fine,” Dean tried to calm her. “Um, but we would like to talk about what happened to your son.”

She took them inside to her kitchen to tell them everything she knew. “Next thing you know, I woke up in the hospital, and one of the FBI agents told me to never touch the wallpaper in the sitting room.”

“Two people are in great danger. Anything you can remember, any little detail,” Sam pressed for more information.

“I um, when I was in the coma, I had a dream. I mean it was more like a nightmare. It was like I was in the house, but it wasn't the house. Everything was dark. And it looked faded. And at first I was alone, but then I started to see things.”

“What'd you see exactly?” Dean asked.

“My husband. He was dead. I closed my eyes and when I opened them, he was gone. I tried to leave the house but I couldn't. And then that's when I started to see them. Spirits, or something, I don't know. Like I said, it's all faded now, it's just, a bad dream.”

“And what happened when you woke up?” Sam asked.

“Well we tried to move on. But I couldn't shake the bad feeling, and so we put the house up for sale. Then the market crashed, so finally we just walked on the mortgage. Which is why we now rent and probably will forever. Destroying our credit was worth it though. Anything to get away from that damn house.”

They thanked her for her time and went back to the car. “The wallpaper,” Liam said when he was settled in the backseat. “That's our clue because Bobby and Rufus told her not to touch it.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” Dean said as he pulled out on the road to go back to the house.

They walked into the sitting room and noticed that Naoki had been scraping off the wallpaper. “Look at this,” Sam saw some red sticking out and he pulled away more of the paper to reveal a sigil. “Either of you recognize this?”

“Vaguely,” Dean answered. “Looks like they broke the seal when they were redecorating,” he pointed to where part of a line was scraped off.

Liam tilted his head as he looked at it. “So Bobby and Rufus fixed things with that sigil, and breaking it brought whatever the hell back. They didn't screw up, it was an unfortunate accident.”

“The hell are we hunting?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“I don't know, but we better figure it out by hitting the books again,” Sam said. “Now that we have this sigil it should be easier to find something.” He took a picture of it with his phone before they headed back to the motel.

They all three dove back into the lore. “Found something,” Liam called out with Jason's journal in hand.

“What you got?” Dean asked.

“That sigil is used to bind a soul eater.”

“A what?” Sam asked.

“It's an undead creature that feeds off souls. They exist between our world and another. When they move into a house they create a nest of sorts. The nest looks and feels like whatever house the soul eater is in.”

“So Mary didn't have a nightmare when she was in her coma. Remember she said that she was in her house, but it wasn't her house? She was in the nest,” Dean said.

“Probably,” Liam nodded. “The soul eaters aren't really here or there, but apparently they can muster enough strength to yank their victim's souls out of this world, and into their nest. And then as soon as the victim is in the nest, they're outside of our space and time.”

“Okay, well what about Mary seeing her dead husband and her son?” Dean asked.

“Apparently, the nest messes with their victim's head, shows them things they love, parts of their soul in distress, it keeps the victim's soul vulnerable.”

“So what happens to the meat suits in the real world?”

“They wither and die.”

“That explains their failing vitals,” Sam said.

Dean closed the book he was reading. “Either Bobby or Rufus must've figured all this out before, probably from one of Bobby's old books, and they put up that sigil.”

Sam nodded. “Right. Yeah, and it stayed there until Naoki accidentally broke the sigil's seal, when she redecorated.”

“Right. Which set the soul eater free. Okay but if their sigil only trapped it, then how did Mary and her son's souls get out of the nest?”

Sam shrugged. “Maybe the trap forced their souls out? I don't know. You know, there's gotta be more to this.” He started digging into the Men of Letters database he'd created. “You know it's too bad Bobby and Rufus aren't around to see this stuff. They'd have been great Men of Letters.”

Dean chuckled at that. “Yeah, grumpy old Men of Letters, but yeah.”

“Wait a second. Check this out. Looks like the Men of Letters found a way to kill soul eaters.”

“Awesome, how?”

“Well it looks like it's another sigil, more complicated, uh, made from blood. You cut your hand and you paint this bad boy inside the house, while the same thing is painted inside the nest.”

“Which means one of us has to go in there.”

“Yeah.”

“Not it.”

“Dude...”

“I'll do it, you big babies,” Liam offered.

“No, we don't need to feed the thing Wheaties,” Dean objected.

“But how would that...?” Liam was confused.

“Don't worry about it. Just know that it's not gonna be you.” Dean challenged his brother to rock paper scissors, and lost.

“So then what am I supposed to do?” Liam was a little annoyed.

“Look pretty,” Sam said as they got up to return to the house.

They arrived at the house and walked into the kitchen. “We are never settling anything with that stupid game again. Ever.” Dean was not happy about the situation.

“Alright, I'll paint here,” Sam picked a wall. “So you paint yours on the other side in the next room. Now, your sigil sets the table, mine actually kills it.”

“Alright, you got your blood?”

“Right here,” Sam held up a jar of blood.

“And I look pretty,” Liam sighed.

“You can guard me,” Sam said.

They heard footsteps upstairs. “Alright let's do this,” Dean said as he headed up there.

It didn't take long for them to hear a thud. Liam went upstairs and found Dean's unconscious body. He dragged Dean down into the kitchen. “I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I'm getting too old for this.”

“At your age that was bound to happen,” Sam joked as he started painting the sigil on the kitchen wall.

“Very funny,” Liam grumbled. “If we don't count the vampire years, and only the biological years, I'm younger than you.” He slid down with his back to the wall and was on the floor next to Dean. “Don't let us down,” he said while placing a hand on Dean's chest.

Sam continued to paint with the blood. “Nearly there,” he mumbled to himself.

Dean's body twitched, and his eyes opened, but they were cloudy. “Dean?” Liam wasn't sure it was really him.

All doubt was removed when Dean threw Liam into the wall hard and got up to approach Sam. “I can't let you finish that finger painting, boy.” Dean punched Sam hard, knocking him to the floor. “Just come with me. Into the nest. I can keep you safe. From The Darkness.”

“Dean, please stop. I know you're in there, fight this!” Sam tried to reach his brother.

Liam jumped on Dean's back, choking him from behind. There was a struggle, the soul eater banging his back on the wall trying to get Liam off. Sam got up and tried to finish the sigil quickly, but the soul eater managed to knock Liam's head against the corner of the wall and get him to fall off stunned. The soul eater pulled a knife. “You know your brother wants to go to The Darkness. He needs to go. But I can keep you safe. All of you.”

“Fuck you!” Liam shouted before the soul eater could reach Sam. “Finish the damn sigil!” he yelled at Sam before renewing his assault. The soul eater stabbed him in the shoulder, but he managed to get a hold of the knife and toss it. They fought with each other until Sam connected the last line. Then Dean's body went rigid and fell back to the floor as the soul eater died.

Dean stirred after a minute and Sam ran to him. “Hey, Dean. You good?”

“I think so,” Dean sat up slowly. “You're bleeding,” he frowned when he saw Liam's bloody shoulder.

The blond just shrugged. “Yeah, well, just looking pretty isn't really my thing. I don't think it's deep, just hurts.”

“Get the first aid kit,” Dean directed his brother. “You and getting hurt,” Dean took his husband's shirt off to look at the extent of the damage while Sam fetched the bandages.

As soon as Liam was bandaged up Sam got a call from Naoki. Both her and her daughter were awake and just fine. “Yeah, I still don't understand what the hell just happened.”

“All you need to know is that your house is safe now. Kitchen may need a remodel, though,” Sam said as he looked at the sigil painted in blood.

“That's okay, I think we're selling.”

“Fair enough. Well, take care of yourself.”

“Thank you. For everything.”

Sam hung up and they went outside into the yard. Sam asked Dean what the nest was like, and Dean did his best to try and describe it. He also told them that as the lost souls were disappearing, he saw Bobby. “Okay. You know, Bobby's journal never mentioned going into the nest, it didn't say anything actually. You think it really was him, or...?” Sam wondered.

Dean shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe it's like you said before. That Bobby and Rufus' trap sigil forced their souls outta the nest back then. And that the soul eater was just making me see things. However, if Bobby did go into the nest back then, And Liam said that that the nest exists outside of space and time, then, well theoretically, couldn't he and I have been there at the same time?”

“Maybe,” Liam thought about it. “It would've been nice if he would have finished that journal entry so that we knew what happened.”

“My head hurts,” Sam said when he tried to think about it.

“Let's get drunk and not think about this ever again,” Dean suggested as he got in the car.

Sam got in the passenger side. “Hey, you said the soul eater made you see things. Plural. So, what else did you see?”

“I saw you and Liam. Dead on the floor.”

Sam shook his head. “How messed up are our lives that you seeing a vision of us dead is actually kind of comforting?”

“Let's try not to think about that either,” Liam said as he got settled in the backseat.
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