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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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Liam came back from a shower one morning wearing only a towel around his waist. Dean was up and getting dressed when Liam bent over to make the bed quick. “Hold that pose,” Dean said as he reached to rip the towel off his mate. “Much better.”

Next thing Liam knew a slick finger was being shoved inside his ass and rubbing against his prostate. He let out a long low moan as pleasure shot through him. The finger was removed and replaced by Dean’s cock. Dean’s fingers lightly trailed down his back while the man thrust in and out of him. Liam whimpered and grabbed his own cock to stroke while he braced himself against the bed and started gasping for air. Dean kept tickling his back, the mix of sensations absolutely wonderful.

A few minutes later Dean pulled out and turned Liam around to push him down on the bed on his back, his ass right on the edge. Then Dean entered him again and leaned down to give him a heated kiss. Liam wrapped his arms around him and moved to nibble on his throat. Dean moaned and started driving into him harder until he cried out and spilled his load inside his partner. Liam wasn’t far behind, arching his back and closing his eyes while the warm white stuff squirted all over them.

Dean fell over onto the bed holding Liam tight while he tried to catch his breath. “We really are the poster boys for lust, aren’t we?”

Liam smiled and gave Dean a soft kiss. “Hey, we still live our lives and do our job at least. What’s wrong with two adults engaging in their favorite activity in their spare time?”

Dean chuckled. “Nothing I guess. Come on, let’s get cleaned up and go have breakfast.”

Sam and Natalie were already at the table munching on some oatmeal, and two bowls were set out for Liam and Dean. “You two look like you’re in good moods,” Natalie gave them a knowing smile.

Dean shrugged. “Yeah, well, it’s a beautiful February morning. Who wouldn’t be in a good mood?”

Natalie pointed to the bowl on the far side of the table. “That one is yours, Liam. Maple syrup and cinnamon, just the way you like it.”

“Thanks, Natalie,” Liam gave her a small smile and sat down to eat.

“I was doing some research last night,” Dean said as he too sat to eat. “And I found out about this place called the Morton House up in Appleton, Wisconsin. It’s said that every leap year that house becomes the most haunted house in the country, and everyone who has spent the night in it has vanished. Guess what it is tomorrow.”

“Leap year,” Sam sighed. “I’m guessing you want to go poking around.”

“Hey, we checked out your stupid mystery spot. All we found there was a trickster.”

“Alright, after we eat we’ll pack.”

Sam and Natalie stood on the porch while Dean and Liam loaded up the car. “This is an all too familiar situation,” he gave her a little smile as he brushed her cheek with his thumb.

“Yeah, but it’s for a good cause. Just come back to me.”

He kissed her one last time before going to get in the car. “As much as I like having a girlfriend, not getting to spend much time with her sucks.”

“Then enjoy what time you do get,” Dean said as he pulled out onto the road.

They were in Appleton a little after dinner time. They stopped for food before going out to the house. There were gates around the property that were chained, and the chains were broken. “Great, some other stupid yahoo came in here for a thrill,” Dean grumbled.

They entered the house with shotguns and flashlights. “Hear that?” Liam looked up to the second floor where they could hear some voices and moving around.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Let’s go get them out of here for their own good.”

They all three headed up the stairs and toward where the noise was coming from. “Freeze! police officers! don't move!” Dean shouted, shining his light at them and entering the room. “Let's see some identification.”

“Come on. Let's see some ID,” Sam nodded.

What, are we under arrest?” One of them asked, handing over an ID card.

“Wait, I know you,” another one said.

“Yeah, sure you do,” Dean scoffed. “Give me some identification.”

“Holy shit...” realization dawned in Sam’s eyes.

“What?” Dean turned to his brother.

“Uh, West Texas... the tulpa we had to take out. Those two goofballs that almost got us killed... The hellhounds or something?”

“Fuck me!” Dean shook his head.

“Alright,” Liam shrugged. “Kinda an odd place, but I’ll fuck you,” he chuckled.

Dean glared at him. “Not funny.”

“Ed, what's going on?” the young guy wearing cameras asked.

“They're not cops, buddy, not at all,” Ed answered.

Dean’s eyes narrowed. “Ed, you had a partner, too, didn't you? A different guy?”

“Oh, yeah,” Ed nodded.

“Is he around here somewhere?”
“He's running around, chasing ghosts.”

“Okay, well, listen, you and Rambo need to get your girlfriends and get out of here.”

“Alright. Listen here, chisel chest, okay? We were here first. We've already set up base camp. We beat you.”

“You don’t listen very well, do you?” Liam crossed his arms. “You retards don’t know what the fuck you’re dealing with, so get the fuck out of here!”

Ed turned to Dean. “Call off your fag friend here,”

Liam grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed his face hard into the wall. “Call me that again while I’m trying to save your stupid ass, I dare you.”

“Chill, Babe,” Dean pulled him back. “He’s just an idiot and not worth it. Now, where's your partner? What are you doing in the Morton House, Ed, on leap year. What are you thinking?”

“We're here to spend the night, okay? It's for our TV show.”

Liam rolled his eyes. “These jokers really are stupid.”

“Nobody's ever spent the night before,” Corbett said.

“Uh, actually, yeah, they have,” Dean gave them a look. “And none of them have ever lived to talk about it!”

“Oh, come on, I don't believe you,” Ed shook his head.

“Look,” Sam sighed, pulling papers out of his bag. “Missing persons reports going back almost a half century. John Graham stayed on a dare... gone. Julie Wilkerson... gone. There are tons more. All of them came to just stay the night through, always on a leap year. The only body they ever found was the last owner, Freeman Daggett.”

Ed looked the papers over. “These look legit.”

“They are legit,” Sam insisted. “Look, Ed, we ain't got much time here, buddy. Starting at midnight, your friends are going to die.”

Just then three more ran into the room looking excited. “Oh, my god! We got one! Corbett! Corbett, we saw one! We saw one!” Harry shouted.

“Get outta here!” Ed got a big smile on his face.

“It was a full apparition! It was like a class four. It was a spectral illumination! It… Hey, aren't those the fuckers from Texas?”

“Yes,” Ed nodded. “Plus one more.”

“Crap. What are you guys doing here?” Harry asked.

“Come on,” Dean tried to usher them toward the door. “We'll get you ice cream, our treat. What do you say? Let's go.”

“Yeah, I say no,” Harry shook his head.

Liam shook his head. “These fuckers are a waste of breath.”

“Look at this. Look, Ed. No. Look at this. Okay, honest to god proof, alright?” the girl Maggie said as she showed them the footage.

“Are you kidding me?” Ed looked shocked.

“That’s just a death echo,” Sam looked confused.

“Yeah, and nobody got shot here that I could find,” Dean added.

“What's a death echo?” Spruce, the guy with the camera asked.

“Echoes are trapped in a loop, okay?” Dean explained. “They keep replaying how they died over and over and over again, usually in the place where they were ganked. It's about as dangerous as a scary movie.”

“So maybe the echo's not dangerous, but maybe something else is,” Sam said.

“You're right,” Dean nodded. “Alight, we need to get out of here, guys. Come on. Let's go. Let's go. Pack it up.”

“We got more material,” Harry argued. “We got all kinds of stuff. We'll make you guys recurring guest stars.”

“Look, retard,” Liam rolled his eyes. “Personally, I’ve given up, but my companions here are still trying to save your lives.”

“Wait!! Where's Corbett?” Ed started looking around for him.

Suddenly they heard a scream. “That was Corbett!” Harry shouted. “Corbett!”

“Corbett! it's okay!” Maggie called out.

“That didn’t sound okay,” Liam sighed. “But you just wouldn’t listen...”

“We'll get him!” Dean insisted. “Go back!”

“Oh, god, what's happened?” Ed started getting frantic. “Oh, god. He's gone. He just disappeared.”

“Okay, let's just go through all the angles. Let's go through all the cameras we have,” Harry suggested.

“Well, it's after midnight, Dean. You good? You happy?” Sam turned to his brother looking irritated.

“Sam, I don't want to hear this,” Dean shot him a glare.

“You got a few months left, Dean. Instead, we're gonna die tonight.” Sam picked up a chair and smashed it against the door.

“Whoa! What the hell is going on guys?” Spruce asked.

“I'll tell you what's going on,” Sam sighed. “Every door, every window, I'm guessing every exit out of this house, they're all sealed.”

“It's a supernatural lockdown, okay?” Dean explained. “Whatever took Corbett doesn't want us to leave, and it's no death echo. This is a bad mother, and it wants us scared.”

“Or it just wants us,” Maggie looked terrified.

The EMF detector suddenly started going off. “Uh, guys, the camera's fritzing again,” Spruce said.

“Everybody, stay close,” Sam ordered. “There's something coming.”

Another echo appeared, and not the same one as before. “Multiple echoes?” Dean’s eyes narrowed. “What the hell's going on?”

Dean went over to the apparition and started yelling at him, trying to get his attention. “What's he doing?” Harry asked.

“It's rare, but sometimes you can shock an echo out of its loop if you can talk to the part of the ghost that's still human, but usually you have to have some kind of connection to the deceased,” Sam explained.

A bright light shined on the apparition and there was the sound of a loud horn. Then suddenly he flew back and disappeared. “Where the hell did it go?” Harry asked.

Dean shook his head. “Dude, there's no records of any of this here. No one got shot here. Obviously, no one got run over by a freaking train. What the hell is going on here?”

They continued to investigate the house, finding a little room with stuffed animal heads on the walls and filing cabinets. Sam picked up a broken frame with a certificate. “Freeman Daggett, house's last owner, officially commended for twenty years of fine service at the Gamble General Hospital.”

“He was a doctor?” Dean looked surprised.

“Janitor,” Sam said.

“This looks like his den,” Dean looked around. When did you say he died, '64?”

“Yeah, heart attack,” Sam nodded.

“Look at this,” Liam went over to a shelf. “Army issued c-rations. A lifetime supply.”

“God, is that all he ate?” Maggie looked a little freaked out.

“One stop shopping,” Dean joked.

“Oh, come on, guys,” Ed huffed. “This is ridiculous. I mean, how the hell is this supposed to find Corbett, huh? We should be digging up the friggin' floorboards right now.”

“Okay, go do that!” Liam snapped at him. “Meanwhile, we’ll be trying to figure out how to keep us alive thanks.”

“That’s enough, children,” Sam said as he picked up a dusty pamphlet. “Huh. Survival Under Atomic Attack. An optimist.”

Dean pried the safe open and started leafing through papers. “Crap. Taxidermy. Okay, you said Daggett was a hospital janitor?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded.

“Ewww. Got three toe tags here. Death by gunshots, train accident, and suicide.”

“Well, that explains why all the death echoes are here,” Liam sighed. “They're here because their bodies are here, somewhere in the house.”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Daggett brought the remains home from the morgue to play.”

“That's nasty, dude,” Spruce shook his head.

Suddenly there was another EMF spike. “Something huge is coming,” Ed said looking at it. “Look. Something big is coming.”

“What? Nobody move!” Dean ordered. “Hold on. Stay quiet.”

Sam then disappeared. “Where'd he go?” Spruce asked.

“Oh, no!” Maggie’s eyes widened.

“Sam!” Dean called out.

“We’ll find him,” Liam put a hand on Dean’s shoulder.

Dean took a breath. “Okay, so Daggett was a cold war nut, okay? He was an amateur taxidermist. He liked to slow dance with cadavers, and all he ate were c-rations, so what the hell are we looking for?”

“Horrible little life,” Maggie shook her head.

“Yeah, a lonely life. A cold war life. He was scared.” Dean looked around trying to think.

Liam and Dean looked at each other. “Bomb shelter,” the said in unison.

“I'm guessing he's got one. I'll bet you it's in the basement,” Dean said as he headed right for the basement door.

Dean, Liam, and Spruce went down the stairs and the door slammed shut behind them. “Woah! That is not funny!” Ed shouted.

“Ed! listen to me!” Dean shouted through the door. “There's some salt in my duffel. Make a circle and get inside.”

“Inside your duffel bag?” Ed sounded confused.

“In the salt, you idiots!” Dean growled.

The three of them continued down into the basement. “Is that music?” Liam raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “It's coming from behind this wall.”

Dean pushed a cabinet to the side and he and Liam busted open the bomb shelter door. They found Sam tied to a chair with Daggett standing beside him. Dean shot the spirit and he disappeared. “Oh, god...” Liam’s eyes widened when he saw the table decorated for a birthday party lined with old corpses wearing birthday hats. Corbett was lying dead on the other side of the table.

“Sam, you okay?” Dean raced to untie him.

“Yeah,” Sam swallowed hard.

“What's this Daggett guy's problem anyway?” Spruce asked.

“Daggett was the Norman Bates, stuff your mother kind of lonely,” Sam explained. “I mean, that's why he lifted these bodies from the morgue, threw himself a birthday party, except they were the only ones who would come. Anyway, so, at midnight, he sealed them in the bomb shelter and went upstairs and did himself in on horse tranqs.”

“How do you know this?” Dean asked.

“He told me.”

“Okay, so now that he's dead, what? Same song, different verse, trying to get people to come to his party?” Dean shook his head.

“Pretty much, yeah. Stay forever.”

They went back up to the basement door and Dean started trying to knock it open. “Ah, hell, guys. Get in your ghost role thing. Something's coming,” Spruce spoke up.

Daggett appeared and knocked Spruce to the ground. Sam shot him. Daggett came back almost instantly though and Sam, Dean, and Liam all went flying into the wall. Then Corbett’s spirit appeared and attacked Daggett. Both spirits disappeared in a bright flash of light.

Everyone got up. “Sam, Liam, you two okay?” Dean asked as he dusted himself off.

“I’ll live,” Liam groaned.

“I’m fine,” Sam nodded.

The sun was rising as they all left the house. Sam wrote down his number and gave to Ed before getting back in the car. Liam was out cold as soon as he settled into the back. “Wow, he’s tired,” Sam chuckled.

“So am I, Sammy,” Dean sighed. “It’s been a long night.”

“Hey, does he seem a little different to you, you know, now that we found out who he is?”

“A little bit when we’re on jobs. Actually… You really think he’s out?”

“Looks like it, why?”

“I tracked down this angel lore guy who is actually a big fan of him. We had a little chat.”

“You didn’t tell him Liam was the guy did you?”

“Oh, hell no! You really think I’m that stupid? No, I told him I was doing a research paper for a college Theology class.”

“And?”

“Not much to tell that we didn’t already know. There isn’t much that’s higher on the food chain than him when he’s in his true form. While he’s in a human body on earth he’s kinda limited, you know, only given access to the abilities he needs to do his job. He’s good, but he doesn’t play by any rule book. He stops evil by any means necessary. Hell, if drowning a school bus full of little kids would save the world he’d be the one to do it. He might feel bad about it, but he wouldn’t hesitate. Like us, his job is completely thankless. That’s why he can’t know who is he is while on earth. The human race is a bunch of clueless ungrateful bastards who he could stomp out with his shoe if he really wanted to, but time and time again he goes to bat against seriously scary heavy hitters to save our necks and doesn’t get so much as a thank you card. It makes him a little cranky sometimes.”

Sam snorted. “Makes me cranky sometimes too. What does he do when he gets cranky?”

“He tries to take over the world.”

“Oh,” Sam raised his eyebrows. “Is that all...”

“Yeah. God has to put things in place to stop him because humans can’t on their own. But really, all the guy wants is a little love and appreciation, just like the rest of us.”

“Knowing what you do now, do you still love him?”

“Hell yes, I do! Why wouldn’t I? Have you changed your mind about him?”

“Yes, no, I don’t know… It’s just a lot to digest at once.”

“Sam, he may not exactly be a human being, but he is a being in a human shell that just wants evil to die and to be loved. If he’s done half of what this angel guy says he has for the human race than I don’t think a little love and appreciation isn’t asking much. Seriously, love him and he’ll beat the Four Horseman bloody for you with a smile on his face. Oh, and this guy says some apocalypse is coming and all signs point to Astiratu being on the front lines.”

Sam looked back at Liam for a moment. “You think maybe him being sent our way wasn’t a coincidence?”

“I don’t know.”

They found a motel to get some sleep. Dean carried a still sleeping Liam into their room and put him to bed before climbing in himself. Then they had dinner and Sam got a call from Ed. He wanted them to see the episode they’d put together of their little adventure.

They went and sat to watch, armed with an electromagnetic device hidden in a duffel bag. “So, guys, what do you think?” Ed asked when it finished playing.

Dean smiled up at him. “You know, I kind of think it was half awesome.”

“Yeah, um,” Sam nodded. “I mean it's bizarre how you all are able to honor Corbett's memory while grossly exploiting the manner of his death. Well done.”

“Interesting,” Liam shrugged. “Tight rope you’re walking there.”

“Nah, that's reality, man,” Ed insisted. “Yeah, Corbett gave his life searching for the truth, and it's our job over here to share it with the world.”

“Right,” Sam sighed. “Well, um, our experience, you know what you get when you show the world the truth?”

“A straitjacket. Or a punch in the face. Sometimes both,” Dean gave a little smirk.

“Oh come on, guys, don't be 'facer haters just because we happen to have gotten the footage of the century,” Harry said.

“Yeah, well we'll see you guys around,” Dean gave a little wave as they turned to leave.

On the way back to the car they heard the yells from inside and they all laughed as they drove off.
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