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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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Liam sat in the kitchen with his second cup of coffee of the morning when Natalie came in. “Still not sleeping well, sweetie?” she asked as she sat down.

“No,” Liam shook his head. “Better, but the nightmares are still there sometimes, and with all this construction it’s impossible to catch naps during the day.”

Natalie took his hand. “I know, the construction is annoying, but just think, we’ll have a shower downstairs soon. It was your idea.”

“I know, I thought it would be nice to have a shower, but still be able to take a nice long hot soak. How was your appointment by the way?”

“Fine. The baby has moved into birthing position just like he’s supposed to. It shouldn’t be long now. His lungs just need a little longer to mature. It’s kind of exciting and scary at the same time. I’ll tell you what though, these practice contractions are driving me nuts.”

Liam took a gulp of coffee and let out a deep sigh. “Liam, stop,” Natalie frowned. “Dean does not resent you for not being able to give him a baby of his own, and he is not going to leave you for a woman. I can get into his mind too, and he loves you more than anything. What is it going to take to get you to see that?”

“I don’t know,” Liam sighed. “No matter what anyone does the nagging doubt is still there.”

Dean came in looking a little pissed off. “Sam!” he called out loudly.

“What?” Sam came in.

“Someone just called Dad’s phone. He says his name is Adam Milligan, and he’s Dad’s son. How stupid do they think we are?”

Sam fell into a chair looking stunned. Liam downed the rest of the coffee. “Dean, I didn’t know the man well, but I don’t think he was a monk either. It’s possible.”

“Yeah, well, we’ll go check it out, but we’re not gonna be stupid about it.”

“So, where are we going?” Sam asked.

“Windom, Minnesota.”

They packed up and left. Around dinner time they pulled into a cafe. Sam took out some papers. “Dean, look, best I can tell, Adam Milligan is real. Um, born September twenty ninth, 1990 to Kate Milligan. No father listed on the birth certificate. He's an Eagle Scout. Graduated from high school with honors and currently goes to the University of Wisconsin, biology major, pre-med.”

“I still don’t like it,” Dean shook his head.

They went inside and picked a corner table. Sam put their dad’s journal on the table. “Dean, I'm telling you, the kid checks out.”

Dean sighed and emptied one of the glasses of water into a nearby potted plant and filled the glass with holy water.

“Dean...listen. There's an entry in Dad's journal,” Sam sighed. “From January of 1990, saying he's headed to Minnesota to check out a case. That's roughly, oh, about nine months before the kid was born. Then the next two pages are ripped out.”

“You're not actually buying this, are you?” Dean shot his brother a look.

“Look, man, I don't want to believe it either, but like Liam said earlier, it’s possible.”

“Yeah,” Liam nodded. “I mean, a hunter rolls into town, kills a monster, saves the girl...sometimes the girl's grateful. And hey, Natalie is carrying proof that shit happens.”

Dean’s features scrunched up. “Well, now I’m thinking about Dad sex. Stop talking.”

A young man came in looking around. “Adam?” Sam called out.

“You Sam?” Adam asked as he came over.

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “Uh, this is Dean, and this is Liam.”

Adam came over and sat down in the empty seat beside Liam. “So, um, how did you know my dad?”

“Uh, we worked together,” Sam said.

“How did he die?”

“Adam, that is a very long and complicated answer,” Liam answered.

“He was a mechanic, right?” Adam looked confused.

A waitress came up with a smile. “The usual, Adam?”

“Uh, yeah. Thanks, Denise.”

“So, uh, when's the last time you saw John?” Sam asked.

“I don't even know. It's been a couple years.”

“Why did you decide to call him now?” Sam asked.

“I didn't know who else to call. He's the only family I got. My mom's missing.”

“It's tragic, really,” Dean sighed. “But if you're John's kid, how come we've never heard of you?”

Adam shrugged. “Because John and me didn't really know each other. Not until a few years ago, anyway.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“My mom never talked about him. I knew some stuff. My mom's a nurse, and Dad came into the ER pretty torn up. Hunting accident or something. I knew his name. John Winchester. That's about it. We're not exactly a nuclear family.”

“So, when did you, uh, when did you finally meet him?” Dean asked.

“When I was twelve. My mom had one of his old numbers, and after I begged her, god, twenty four seven, she finally called him. God, when John heard he had a son he raced to town. I mean, he dropped everything. He drove all night.”

Dean’s jaw clenched and Liam took his hand under the table. “Well, that's heartwarming.”

“He would swing by once a year or so,” Adam continued. “He taught me poker and pool and even bought me my first beer when I was fifteen. And, uh...he showed me how to drive. Dad, he had this beautiful 'sixty seven Impala.”

“Oh, this is crap,” Dean growled. “You know what, you're lying.”

“I'm sorry, but who the hell are you to call me a liar?” Adam looked offended.

“We're John Winchester’s sons, that's who,” Dean indicated him and Sam.

“I've got brothers?” Adam looked surprised.

“No, you don't have brothers,” Dean sighed. “Look, man, I don't know if you're a hunter or what kind of game you're playing here.”

“I have never been hunting in my life,” Adam looked even more confused.

“Whatever. I'm out of here. Come on, you two,” Dean started to get up.

“I can prove it,” Adam said.

They followed Adam to his mother’s house and he showed them pictures of him with John. That only seemed to make Dean more angry, but they couldn’t deny it. “Adam, you said you called Dad because your mom was missing,” Sam said. “How long has she been gone?”

“Three days,” Adam answered.

“Who was the last person to see her?” Dean asked.

“Mr. Abbinanti, our neighbor. He saw her come home Tuesday night, but she never showed up to work on Wednesday.”

“Did you call the police?” Sam asked.

“Mom's supervisor at the hospital did. And then I drove down here as fast as I could.”

“What'd the cops say?” Dean asked.

“That they, uh, searched the house. They didn't find anything. She wouldn't leave without telling anybody. It's like she just dropped off the face of the earth, you know?”

They started searching the house, and ended up in the bedroom. “The, nightstand was knocked over. Was there anything else?” Dean asked.

“Oh, not really,” Adam shook his head. “The sheriff said there's no sign of a break in. What, you think the cops missed something?”

“Maybe,” Dean nodded. “Yeah. They don't have my eyes.”

“Dean, what else can you tell me about Dad?” Adam asked curiously.

“You knew him,” Dean huffed.

“Not as well as you.”

“Trust me, kid, you don't want to know.”

Sam appeared in the doorway with papers in his hand. “Give us a minute,” Dean pulled Sam and Liam into the hallway. “You talk to the cops?” he asked Sam.

“Yeah. Like Adam said, no leads on his mom. But I did find this.” He pulled out an old newspaper clipping about missing bodies. “Um...here. In 1990, there were seventeen grave robberies in Windom.”

“That’s probably why your dad was here,” Liam said.

“I'd say so,” Sam nodded. “Check it out.” Sam pointed to the picture of the article and they could barely make out John standing in the background.

“Alright, so he was hunting something,” Dean nodded. “What?”

“No idea,” Sam shook his head. “Those were the pages he threw out of the journal. But last month, the corpse snatching started up again. Three bodies from the local cemetery.”

“So whatever he was after, he didn't kill it,” Dean sighed. “It's back.”

“And, what, it's stepped up its game to fresh meat? I mean, Kate's missing, and,” Sam pulled out a photo, “So is a local bartender, a guy named Joe Barton.”

Dean took the photo and went back into the bedroom. “Hey, does your mom know Joe Barton?” he asked Adam.

“Uh, I don't think so. Why?”

“Guys,” Liam pointed to scratches on the floor that led under the bed.

“Watch out,” Dean motioned for Adam to move. Dean and Liam moved the bed and discovered a vent under it just large enough for a person to fit.

Sam and Dean looked to Liam. “Why me?” he asked.

“You’re discovery, and you’ll fit the easiest,” Dean answered. “Just be careful.”

Liam sighed and crawled in with a flashlight. A few minutes later he found a large amount of blood and tissue. “Oh, gross! Get me out of here!”

They had Adam call the cops and then they took off for a motel. Dean was cleaning his favorite shotgun when there was a knock at the door. Dean threw a cloth over the gun and Sam answered the door to find Adam standing there. “Who the hell are you?” Adam demanded.

“Take it easy,” Sam raised a hand as he closed the door.

“No, don't tell me to take it easy, okay? My house is a crime scene, my mom's probably dead, and you two, well, you tell me to call the cops, but you got to bail before they show? So, who are you really? Cops didn't know where to look for my mom, Liam, but you did. And I heard you talking earlier, something about grave robberies. You're not mechanics. I just want to know what's going on.”

“We're hunters,” Sam said finally.

“Sammy!” Dean growled.

“He deserves to know, Dean.”

Sam sat him down and explained everything as best he could. Adam swallowed hard. “Okay, so, basically, you're saying that every movie monster, every nightmare that I’ve ever had, that's all real?”

“We hunt them,” Sam nodded. “So did Dad.”

“Okay,” Adam nodded.

“"Okay? That's it?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“What am I supposed to say?”

“That we're liars, that we're crazy. Nobody just says okay."

“Well, you're my brothers. You're telling me the truth, right?”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded.

“Then I believe you. Now, what took my mom?”

“We're not sure,” Sam answered. “Something's in town stealing bodies, living and dead, but we don't know what.”

“You think maybe she might still be alive?”

Liam shook his head. “Hate to dash your hopes, kid, but all that blood, I doubt it.”

“Oh. How can I help?”

“You can't,” Dean snapped.

“This thing killed my mom. If you're hunting it, I want in,” Adam insisted.

“Dean, look, maybe...” Sam sighed. “He lost his mother. Maybe we can understand what that feels like.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed. “Why do you think Dad never told us about this kid, Sam? Huh? Why do you think he ripped out the pages? He was protecting him!”

“Do I get a say in this?” Adam looked at the three of them.

“No!” Dean shouted. “Babysit the kid,” he said as he headed for the door.

“Where are you going?” Sam asked.

“I'm going out!” Dean slammed the door behind him.

“Is he always like that?” Adam asked.

Liam leaned against the wall. “Sometimes. He has his charms.”

Sam looked to Liam. “What do you say we at least teach the kid a few things?”

Liam shrugged. “Probably not a bad idea. Let’s see how fast of a learner you are.”

“How did Dad really die?” Adam asked a little while later while Sam was teaching him how to handle a gun.

“Demon,” Sam answered.

“If you want the whole truth,” Liam sighed, “it possessed him and I killed them both in one straight shot.”

Suddenly the lights went out and something rattled. “What the...” Adam looked scared.

Sam picked up Dean’s shotgun and motioned for Adam to sit still while he looked around. There was a noise up in a vent. “Okay, let’s go,” he motioned to his companions. “Where's your car?” he asked Adam.

“Over here,” Adam led them to a truck.

“Alright, keys,” Sam held his hand out and Adam tossed them. Sam headed for the driver’s side and something grabbed him by the ankle and started dragging him under. Liam rushed to grab his arms and pull. The Impala pulled up and Dean raced over, picking up the dropped shotgun and firing once Sam’s legs were out of the way.

They moved the truck and found a sewer grate under it with smears of blood. “I winged it. Did any of you see anything?”

“I was too busy playing tug of war with your brother as the rope,” Liam answered.

“Should we go after it?” Adam asked.

“No,” Dean shook his head. “In that maze? That thing's long gone.”

“Alright,” Sam sighed. “So, we don't know what it is, but we do know who it's going after. Joe Barton, Adam's mom...”

“And Adam,” Dean added. “It was under his truck just waiting for him. There's a pattern. Joe Barton was a cop. I'm pretty sure he helped out Dad. So, we've got him, Dad's girl, and his son. At least we know why it's back.”

“Revenge,” Liam sighed.

They headed back to the house. “Grab your stuff. We'll hit the road,” Dean instructed.

“We shouldn't leave,” Sam shook his head and propped up his injured ankle.

“Yeah, let's stay here, where the kid's mom got ganked. Good one,” Dean grumbled.

“Maybe Sam is right,” Liam suggested.

“You too?” Dean looked at him surprised. “No, we're gonna take the kid, we're gonna drop him off at Bobby's, and then you and me are gonna come back here and finish what Dad started.”

“How?” Sam asked. “We got no leads, no witnesses. We do have what this thing wants.”

“You want to use the kid as bait?” Dean looked a little outraged. “That's why you want to stay here?”

“Yeah,” Liam nodded. “I know it sounds a little crazy, but we’re here to guard him. We could also teach him a thing or two. This thing, whatever it is, it’s probably not the only thing that wants revenge on your dad. I know this from Jason and from Curtis. I know you well enough to know it really gets your goat that your dad let this kid have a normal life and not you, but I’m telling you, the man did Adam a disservice.”

Adam came down and entered the room. “I'll do it. Whatever it takes, I’ll do it. I want to do it.”

The next day they took Adam to an abandoned field and Sam taught him to shoot. Then Liam taught him a little hand to hand. “Easy, Liam,” Sam laughed as Adam got knocked hard to the ground for the tenth time. “Hold back a little until he learns.”

Liam chuckled. “Dude, that was holding back.”

Adam looked to Liam as he pulled himself up. “Let me get this straight. You’re gay with my brother, and you can kick some serious ass? I thought gay men were all feminine like.”

Liam rolled his eyes and kicked Adam’s legs out from under him. “Dude, all elephants are gray, but not everything that’s gray is an elephant. Catch my drift?”

“My bruises have bruises, so I think so,” Adam said as he got up again.

When the sun went down they went back to the house. That’s when they decided to take out the books and teach him lore. Dean sighed and stood up. “What’s wrong with you?” Sam asked.

“Nothing,” Dean insisted. “I’m just… I’m gonna go get some air.” Dean said as he left.

“Yeah, well,” Liam looked at Sam. “We should probably go on defense now.”

Sam salted all the doors and windows, and Liam and Adam nailed boards over every vent except one. “Alright,” Sam stood over the open vent. “We've closed off every other way into the house. If this thing's coming, it's coming through here.”

They turned when there was sudden creek from downstairs. “You were saying?” Adam looked to Sam.

They went downstairs and saw Kate bloodied up in the kitchen. “Mom?” Adam’s eyes widened.

“Adam, wait!” Sam cried out as Adam ran to her.

“It took me, but I got away,” Kate embraced her son.

“It's okay,” Adam hugged her tight.

Sam pointed the shotgun at Kate. “Adam, step away from her. She's not your mother!”

Kate looked scared and confused. “Adam, who, what is going on?”

“Get away from him!” Liam growled.

“It's really her, okay?” Adam insisted.

Liam shook his head. “There was too much blood. Your mother's dead. There was too much blood in the vents!”

Sam shoved Adam away from Kate, and before he could react Adam grabbed the shotgun. “Shoot it!” Sam urged.

“He's crazy! Honey, it's me!” Kate cried.

Adam pointed the gun at his mother looking terrified. “Look, that's not your mother!” Sam cried. “Shoot it! It's not human!”

“I know,” Adam smirked and hit Sam in the forehead with the butt of the shotgun and he went down. Then the gun was pointed at Liam who raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

“Can’t we talk about this?”

“Tie him up good,” Adam said to Kate. Then he turned to Liam. “Whatever might be going through your head, don’t. One false move and I’ll blow your head off.”

Same stirred tied by wrists and ankles to the kitchen table with duct tape around his waist. “You're ghouls,” he groaned.

“You know, I find that term racist,” Kate frowned at him then leaned in to sniff him over. “Fresh meat. So much better than what we're used to.”

“Liam!” Sam called out.

“He can’t come to the phone right now,” Kate chuckled. “If it’s any consolation, he didn’t go down quietly,” she revealed a nasty looking bruise on her shoulder.

Sam let out a choked sob. “I should have known. It was the fresh kills that threw me. Ghouls don't usually go after the living. See, you're just filthy scavengers, feeding off the dead, taking the form of the last corpse you choke down.”

“And their thoughts. And their memories. Like Adam, for instance,” Adam came in.

“Well, we are what we eat,” Kate shrugged.

“You're monsters,” Sam growled.

Kate took a knife and sliced Sam’s arm, causing him to whimper. She started drinking his blood. “You know, you use that word a lot, Sam,” Adam said. “But I don't think you know what it means.”

Kate looked up. “His blood, it tastes different, though not like the other one. The other one was barely palatable.”

“Our father was a monster?” Adam raised an eyebrow. “Why? Because of what he ate? He never hurt anyone, Sam. Living, anyway.”

Kate put the knife down for a moment. “No. He was no monster. But the thing that killed him was. A monster named John Winchester.”

They continued to torture Sam, stabbing him in the side then Adam shoved a finger in the hole. “Thanks to your daddy, my brother and I grew up on our own. At least we had each other,” Kate said. “And for twenty years, we lived like rats.”

Adam pulled his finger out of Sam and licked it. “Graveyard after graveyard, all that stinking flesh.”

“Then we thought hey, why not move up to fresher game?” Kate smirked.

“And we knew just where to start,” Adam said as he made another cut in Sam’s arm. “Revenge, it's never over, is it, Sam? First, it was John's cop friend, and then his slut, and then his son. Then I called John, but the son of a bitch was already dead.”

“So I guess you and Dean will have to do instead,” Kate leaned over him.

“Dean won't interrupt us this time,” Adam smiled. “We're gonna feed on you nice and slow, like we did with Adam.” Sam struggled, but he was tied too tight. “He was still alive when we took our first bites.”

“And he was a screamer,” Kate chuckled.

They both made long deep cuts into Sam’s arms, causing him to scream and his blood to drip out into bowls. Sam struggled harder. “Sam, the more you struggle, the faster you're gonna bleed out,” Adam sighed. “So you might as well lie back and relax.”

Then suddenly a gun shot rang out Adam’s head exploded. Kate screamed in rage at the sight of a very bloody Liam aiming the shotgun at her with an evil smirk. “How did you-” Liam fired and took her out as well.

“Liam!” Sam cried out. “I thought they killed you!”

Liam smirked as he started to untie Sam, blood still oozing from several cuts all over his own body. “Apparently I tasted terrible. You okay?”

“I think so,” Sam nodded as he sat up, getting a little woozy.

Liam wrapped some dish towels around his arms. “Keep pressure on those.” Dean then charged in, his gun drawn. Liam chuckled. “Don’t know where you went, but you missed all the fun.”

“You two all right?” Dean asked.

“Unless I bleed to death,” Sam nodded. “They were ghouls, and our dad killed their dad.”

Dean sighed. “Let’s get you two back to the motel and properly cleaned and bandaged up.”

The next day Dean decided he wanted to go give Kate and Adam a proper burial. “You think he was really our brother?” Sam wondered out loud while leaning on a shovel.

Dean nodded. “Ghouls didn't fake those pictures. They didn't fake Dad's journal.”

With heavy sighs the three of them headed back to the car and drove home. Sam pulled Natalie into a tight hug when she came out to greet them. “Tough case?” she asked as she ran a hand through his hair.

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “And it made me decide something.”

“What?” she asked.

Sam put a hand on her belly. “I know I’ve been on the fence the last little while, but this kid, when he’s old enough he’s going to learn to at least defend himself.”

“What brought this on?” Natalie asked.

Sam sighed. “Our dad had another son he never told us about. He did the exact opposite he did with us, he shielded the kid. We buried our brother this morning because of some vengeful ghouls. I’m not making the same mistake our dad did.”
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