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Hunting Humanity VI	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1256 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Liam sat at the table munching on cereal one morning and Dean sat beside him. “Babe, how are you doing today? And don’t lie to me.”

Liam shrugged and swallowed what was in his mouth. “I mean I don’t know. Level I guess. Ever since Castiel found me and I woke up here I’ve been better. Talking to the doctor helped too. I told him everything, even the things I won’t tell you. Which I guess I should tell you, my sperm donor used to make me take cold baths. He said the effort of heating the water was wasted on me.”

Dean nodded. “So, I take it staying in those abandoned houses didn’t help your mental state.”

“No. It also reminded me of hiding in that abandoned cabin for days on end. I couldn’t talk about this with the doctor, but having my father attack me again was a breaking point I think. But since Cas did whatever he did, it’s just gone. I’m gonna take a bath.” He put his dish in the sink and headed to the bathroom. Dean followed him. “Uh, I don’t need help bathing.”

“Yeah, but I’m not gonna leave you alone for a while just in case.”

Liam sighed. “You’ve gotta be kidding me! We’re doing this again, treating me like a child?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, we are. You are a very smart person prone to bouts of stupidity.”

Dean’s phone rang and he answered. Liam took the opportunity to slip into the bathroom and lock the door. “Who was that?” Sam asked.

“An acquaintance of Bobby’s, Garth. He needs help with something.”

“Are we going?”

“Yeah, I told him we’d come,” Dean said before pounding on the bathroom door. “Let me in, Liam!”

“Bite me!” Liam shouted through the door. “You are not babysitting me! If I wanna be dead that’s my business.”

Dean growled and banged on the door one last time before going to sit on the couch. Liam came out an hour later and Dean got up to hug him. “I’m sorry if I’m annoying you, but I’m just trying to keep you alive.”

“I know,” Liam nodded. “But you don’t have to worry. I feel a lot better, and I hated that stay in the mental ward. I learned that I need to not bottle everything up. Now, I need to go pack.” He kissed Dean and went to the bedroom to gather his things.

The next day they were in Junction City, Kansas entering the coroner’s office in their FBI suits. “Well, this is it. Gentlemen, this is Corporal Brown,” the coroner motioned to a scrawny funny looking man in a military uniform.

The man who they assumed was Garth looked up. “Corporal James Brown. I'm shipping off to the AF mañana. I'm here to pay respects to my cousin as I will not be able to attend the funeral.”

“That must be terrible for your family. Losing two brothers so fast,” the coroner sounded sympathetic.

Garth looked like he was hearing that for the first time. “Yeah. My aunt, she's, uh... she's real broken up about it.”

“Hey, Doc, can we see both files, please?” Sam asked.

The coroner handed Sam the file and then his phone rang. “My wife. I'll, uh, be in my office.”

The coroner left and Sam turned to Garth. “You didn't say they were brothers.”

“Dude, I just found out about the other corpse, and started moving quick. I'm sucking up info as I go.”

Dean gave him a funny look. “What, are you allergic to a suit?”

“No. I just look good in a uniform.”

Sam read over the files. “Yep. Same cause of death.” He walked over to the computer.

Garth nodded. “Right, uh, gutted at night in the woods, where legend says that the ghost of Jenny Greentree roams.” Dean took out his EMF scanner. “Oh, uh, I already scanned for EMF.” The scanner made noise. “Oh. Um... I guess mine must be broken again.”

Dean put the scanner away. “Alright. I'm reading your mail. Uh, ghost of Jenny... whatever?”

“Greentree. That's just it. I torched her bones.”

Dean shrugged. “Yeah, well, maybe she's got something still laying around.”

“Highly doubtful. Chick was homeless.” Dean peeked under the sheet and made a face. “Plus, is it me, or is this less evil spirit, more monster chow?”

“A werewolf?” Dean threw out a guess.

“Except, uh, the witness said that whatever was chasing victim numero uno was invisible.”

“So, invisible ghost werewolf?” Liam chuckled.

“Why'd you think I called for backup?” Garth looked at them.

Sam turned to them from the computer. “Hey. Any of you ever heard of Thighslapper Ale?”

“Is that a stripper or a beverage?” Garth asked.

“Beverage for douchebags,” Dean said.

Sam pointed to the website. “Uh, number one microbrew in the Pacific Northwest.”

“But we're in Kansas,” Garth looked confused.

Dean sighed. “Yeah, I rest my case. What's your point?”

“The owner is the dad to the dead brothers,” Sam told them.

Garth nodded. “Right. I'll can the uniform, go Fed. See you at the brewery in forty.”

Dean turned to his companions when Garth was gone. “Well, this is gonna be fun.”

They went to the brewery and a woman let them in. “Agents. I'm Marie. I'm a manager.”

“Thanks for coming in on a Sunday,” Dean gave her a charming smile.

“We want to help. Anything we can do.” She motioned to them to follow her inside.

“So all this is your dad's, huh?” Dean looked around.

“And his friend, Randy Baxter. They own the place together now.”

“Uh...now?” Sam looked at her.

“Well, since Dale died.”

They walked in on an older guy lecturing a teenage boy. “That’s Randy Baxter. He's actually a really nice guy. It's just not easy being the axman.”

“So true,” Dean agreed.

Garth turned to Marie. “My comrades got you covered, so if you'll excuse me.”

“Uh, yeah, I'll go with you,” Sam followed him into the office.

Liam and Dean stayed with Marie. “He blamed himself when Dale died, and now this.”

“Why did he blame himself?” Dean asked.

“Well, Dale was sensitive. But what do you do, watch them twenty four-seven? You can't blame Dale's friends.”

“But your dad still feels bad,” Liam looked at her.

“And it doesn't help Dale's wife is suing us.”

“Really? Why?” Dean asked.

“She's angry and grieving, and this is America?”

They all met back at Garth’s motel room. Sam got on his laptop and Dean and Liam hit the journals. “There's a million things with claws go bump in the night,” Dean sighed. “Once you throw in invisible the number goes down.”

Garth was sitting at a bar. “I feel sad for those brewery dudes. Spend your life beautifying the world through beer. First a partner offs himself. Now two kids get ganked by unknown freakadeek.”

Sam looked up from the computer. “According to this, Dale wasn't just a partner. He was also the brewmaster. He was widely considered a genius.”

“Alright, that's it,” Dean got up. No microbrew is worth…” He put Bobby’s old flask on the bar by Garth and Garth’s EMF detector he was working on started making noise. Both Garth and Liam noticed. “...what was it, eight ‘Food Magazine’ awards?” Dean took a beer out of the fridge. “Beer's not food. It's whatever water is.” He handed Garth and Sam a bottle. “Hmm. Thighslapper.” He took a drink. “Wow, that's actually awesome. Damn it, I'm not even mad anymore.”

“Let me have a taste,” Liam held a hand out. Dean handed him the bottle and Liam took a swig and shrugged. “It’s not as bad as that other shit you drink.”

Sam did some more digging. “So, it says that Dale actually left the company two weeks before he died. Or maybe he got pushed out because he didn't want to sell. I mean, Baxter said the deal's been in the works for months.”

Dean nodded. “That would explain the widow. She's suing. Maybe Dale had a bone to pick, and he's still picking it.”

Garth put down his EMF detector. “Right. So, maybe he's a spirito malo.”

Something came over the police scanner about the McAnn residence. Sam looked to his companions. “McAnn residence, as in Jim McAnn?”

Garth got up. “As in, let's hope for their sake our spirito ain't made it out of the woods. Alright. Let's go check it.”

Sam shut the laptop. “Uh, you three go. I'm gonna visit the widow.”

When they got to the house a daughter had been killed in the same manner. Dean went to talk to the family while Liam and Garth checked out the house. Dean came over when they finished. “Well?”

“Place is clean,” Garth assured him. “My EMF is a nada.”

“Nothing on yours either,” Liam confirmed. “Nothing weird at all that I can see, except the dead body.”

“So, uh, we still on invisible werewolf?” Garth asked.

Dean sighed. “Maybe, maybe not. I can't get Tess to talk, but I get the feeling she saw something. Liam, you’re good with kids, why don’t you take a stab at it?”

Liam shrugged and went into the sitting room where the family was gathered. “Do you mind if I speak to Tess alone for just a sec? It would really help.”

Jim McAnn nodded. “Honey, we'll... we'll be right out there, okay?”

“Thanks,” Liam gave them a small smile.

Liam knelt in front of Tess alone and had a little chat with her. He returned to his companions a few minutes later. “She saw a scary pale woman with claws. Also, she accidentally drank alcohol. She was afraid of getting in trouble for it.”

They got back in the car and Dean got behind the wheel. “So, kid in the woods sees something that nobody else does. Then Tess sees a monster, and Jim doesn't. What's the thread?”

“I’d say the booze,” Liam said from the backseat. “Tess took a big swig of her mom’s drink, and victim number one was plastered.”

Garth nodded. “Right. So... Whoa. Monster you got to be drunk to see. Cool! Also, hard to fight.” Dean took a drink from the flask. “So, uh, what's with the Grody flask anyway? Lucky charm?”

“It's Bobby's.”

“Hmm. Really? Because, um... You think there's a possibility that Bobby's riding your wave?”

“No, we gave him a hunter's wake.”

“Yeah, I burned my cousin Brandon, and he stayed stuck. And they got ghosts in India, and they cremate everybody over there. It's just instinct, but maybe there is EMF around here. It just ain't the job.”

“He might be right, Dean,” Liam added.

“Alright, we're not gonna talk about this, okay? Not in the middle of work.” Dean’s phone rang and he picked it up. “Yeah, Sam. Yeah. Got it. We're on our way.”

They met Sam at the brewery. Garth stayed in the car while Sam broke in and Dean and Liam followed. They went into the office. “Here it is,” Sam picked up a green wooden box with Japanese writing on it. He took out the bottle of sake and the seal was broken. He shook it. “Wait a second. Someone's been sampling the goods.”

“Oh, you don't say?” Dean looked up and saw a security camera. “Hey, check it out. God, I love paranoid people.” He motioned to the computer. “See if you can get on.”

“Okay. Uh...” Sam sat at the computer and clicked on some things. He brought up an image of them at the desk. “Alright, so, first death was, what, uh, four months ago? Yeah?”

Dean nodded. “Trevor McAnn. Patient zero.”

“So, what did he let out of that bottle?” Sam played with camera footage. He found an image of Trevor picking up the bottle. “Nothing there.”

“That we can see,” Dean picked up a bottle of liquor. He poured a glass and set it in front of Sam.

Sam looked at his brother. “What, are you kidding me? I mean, can you even get drunk anymore? It's kind of like, uh, drinking a vitamin for you, right?”

“Shut up,” Dean handed Liam a glass of whiskey. They all took several drinks. “Alright. Party time. Rewind and go.”

Sam replayed the footage and this time they saw a pale woman dressed in white. Sam pointed to the screen. “So, he let that thing out of the box, and it must have just followed him to the place with all the thingies.”

Dean nodded. “Yes. That's smart. I'm actually kind of drunk. What is this?” He looked at the bottle he was drinking from. “Me likey.”

Randy Baxter came in then and his eyes went wide. “What the hell?”

“Oh, man,” Dean groaned. “Turn it off.”

Mr. Baxter grabbed his phone. “FBI, huh? You know what? You can save it for the cops.”

Sam held up a hand. “Whoa, Mr. Baxter, listen. If you just let us explain, you might not-”

Mr. Baxter cried out and fell to the floor. Garth stepped in holding a taser. “That works,” Liam said and he tried to walk and fell flat on his face.

“Babe, you okay?” Dean leaned down to help him up. “You are such a lightweight.”

“I’m okay,” Liam got up. “Don’t feel anything right now.”

Sam shook his head. “How an entire bottle didn’t kill you...”

Dean looked to his brother. “Wait, when did he ever drink an entire bottle?”

“Not important,” Liam grabbed Dean’s arm for support.

“Yeah, it’s important. Sam?”

Sam sighed. “The night you went to hell. He ran off and downed most of a bottle of whiskey. Someone found him and called 911. The hospital called Bobby looking for a relative.”

Dean glared at Liam. “So, you’ve tried to kill yourself three times actually. I die so you could live and that’s what you do?”

Liam shrugged. “That wasn’t the plan. I was just trying to kill the pain.”

“Okay, we need to find someone who reads Japanese,” Sam interrupted.

They went and got coffee and found a man at a Japanese restaurant. They stood on the street while he read it. “It says what you took will be taken from you. Like, eye for an eye. You with me?” They nodded. “Where'd you guys get this anyway?”

“Why? Is there, uh, something the matter?” Sam asked.

The man handed Sam the box. “Well, you're not superstitious, are you?”

“Not at all,” Dean shook his head.

“Because this says the bottle inside contains a shojo.”

“What's a shojo?” Liam asked.

“An alcohol spirit. Look, it's just an old myth. I wouldn't worry about it. But they are not known for being friendly.” Someone inside the restaurant shouted. “I got to go.”

Dean handed the Japanese man some money. “Thank you.”

They went back to Garth’s motel room. “Garth. Where's Baxter?” Sam asked.

Garth pointed to a man handcuffed in the hot tub with a pillow case over his head. “Dude's a lot heavier than he looks, FYI.”

Dean blinked. “You have the CEO of the douchiest microbrew in the US gagged in your hot tub? You really think that's gonna end well?”

“I'm not feeling the love,” Garth frowned.

Sam sighed. “Alright. shojo. Uh, let's see what we can see,” he sat down at his laptop.

“What's shojo?” Garth asked.

“Japanese booze monster,” Dean answered.

“I guess that would explain why you got to be drunk to see it. Very poetic.”

Sam did a search and found a site in Japanese. He had it translated to English. “Okay. So, a shojo is said to roam where there's lots of alcohol. There's lore saying that back in the old day, if you were plastered enough you could see one skulking around the breweries in Japan.”

“Yeah, but why is this one shredding brewers' kids?” Dean looked over his brother’s shoulder.

“Apparently, you can harness the will of a shojo with the right spell box. Then you basically have an attack dog that you can sic on whatever sort of personal revenge mission you want.”

“So Dale nabs one to punish his pals.”

“Send the bottle, sooner or later it's popped open. Then you have a shojo that will do whatever Dale compelled it to do right here on the box.”

“Wait. Except it's not killing the people that screwed him over,” Garth pointed out.

Sam sighed. “Well, Dale's widow said the company was his baby. So, if he really wanted his friends to feel what he felt...”

“He would take theirs. Well, their kids. Jim's, anyways,” Dean finished the thought.

Sam nodded. “And Baxter was the godfather.”

“Alright, skip to how do we gank it.”

“Good news. It is killable. But only with a samurai sword consecrated with a Shinto blessing.”

“Well, that's not a silver lining. Alright, the shojo already cleaned house, right? I mean, Marie's the last target standing, so I'll hit the pawn shops and, uh, look for the sword, and you babysit Marie. Where’s Liam?” Garth pointed to Liam passed out on the bed. Dean moved to check that he was still breathing. “Well, let’s just leave him to sleep it off.”

A few minutes after Sam and Dean left Garth shook Liam awake. “We gotta go the brewery. You good, man?”

“Good enough,” Liam got up and grabbed his jacket.

Garth started chugging miniature bottles of booze with Liam on the way and he called Dean. “Dean, Baxter's got a secret love child! The shojo might come for him first!”

“Whoa, slow down!” Dean said on the other end.

“We’re trying to save lives here!” Garth fumbled for his lockpick.

“Are you drunk?”

Garth dropped the phone. “Damn it!”

Liam picked up the phone. “We need the uh, sharp thing.”

“You drank more, didn’t you?”

“How else are we supposed to see the um, what do you call it?”

“Look, I got the sword. Where are you?”

“The brewery.”

“Okay. Stay put. Don’t do anything. I’m on my way.”

They went inside and found Randy Baxter’s son and the shojo. Garth grabbed the kid’s arm. “Whoa, hey! What the hell?”

“Come with us if you want to live!” Garth pulled him away.

“Dude, what's going on? Who are you?”

“We’re the law, son. Now, follow us,” Garth led him down the hall.

“Are you drunk, dude? Get away from me!”

“Alright. I'll just shoot. Baxter is your father. Baxter screwed Dale. Dale roped this Japanese monster you can only see when you're drunk, and now it's here to kill you.”

Liam slapped Garth on the shoulder. “You don’t just tell people that!”

“Whoa, wait a minute. Baxter is my father?” the kid looked surprised and confused.

They saw the shojo coming at them. “Damn it, run!” Garth tried to shove the kid.

“Dude, there's nothing there!”

Suddenly both Garth and Liam were thrown into a glass wall. The kid ran for it then, and found Sam. “Whoa. Easy!”

“We got to get out of here, man. It's here!”

“Where are the other two guys?”

“They got knocked out.”

Sam saw the shojo approach them. “Stay behind me.”

“What, you can see it?”

“Yeah. I'm skunked. Just, uh… Fire exit. On three.” The door slammed shut. “Okay. So much for that.”

Sam was suddenly thrown into the wall, and then Dean appeared. “Get back!” Dean started slashing with the sword. The shojo hit him and he fell, the sword sliding across the floor. Then somehow it slid to the other side of the room to rest at Liam’s feet.

Liam picked it up and went right for the shojo. He almost fell over a few times, but managed to stab it. It became visible for a moment before screaming and disappearing. Liam picked up the sword.

“Everyone okay?” Dean looked around.

Sam held a thumb up from the ground and the kid nodded. Garth came in then. “What'd I miss?”

They went back to the motel to get some sleep. In the morning they met Garth outside. “You sure you guys don’t want to hang out? Grab some brunch, maybe some brews?”

Dean shook his head. “Tempting, but, uh, we better roll.”

“Alright, well…” Garth hugged Dean, then Sam and Liam. “Call me anytime.”

They watched Garth drive away and started packing themselves. “So, do you guys wanna grab some brunch?” Dean asked.

“I want you to kill me,” Liam looked like a zombie.

Dean hugged him. “Babe, you’re just hung over. It’ll pass. You’re not allowed to die. I mean it, like never.”

“I will eventually you know.”

“Then at least not for a very long time, okay?”

“I make no promises,” Liam leaned up to kiss him. “But I’ll try.”
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