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Hunting Humanity X	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1102 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam, Dean, and Liam were all sitting in the bunker library still trying to find something that would help them. “I think I'm going cross-eyed, and we still don't have anything,” Liam complained.

“I think I might have found a case,” Sam announced. “Werewolves, looks like. Um, a pattern of missing campers, five in the last three months.”

“So they got lost,” Dean was a little frustrated.

“Well, that's what the rangers thought too, until a couple days ago, when they found a body.”

“Let me guess, minus a heart?”

“Yeah. Now, they're calling it an animal attack, but...”

“Alright, well, we make a call and we put somebody on it.”

“Yeah, but...” Sam sighed and closed his laptop. “We'll get him back.”

“How?”

“I don't know. But we'll figure it out. Meantime, we got to get out of here. Clear our heads. I mean, this is a case. Let's do what we do. Let's work it. Liam, what do you think?”

“I think I'm sick of these walls,” Liam answered. “This much reading can't actually be good for anyone, and we're not finding anything anyway.”

“Alright, fine, you two win,” Dean got up from the table to get ready to leave.

They drove out to Idaho where the missing people were last seen and started asking questions. No one really seemed to know anything. Dean was about to insist that they give up when a bartender pointed them toward some cabins.

They drove out to where the woman indicated on their map and once they armed themselves with silver bullet loaded guns and silver blades, they started searching. They didn't find anything until they came to a cabin a few miles away. Two werewolves, and two hostages handcuffed to the ceiling. The werewolves seemed to know they were coming too.

Before they could blink they found themselves in a nasty fight. Sam and Dean each took a werewolf, and Liam moved back and forth to help as needed. Sam stabbed the werewolf, but missed the heart. Dean seemed to be doing okay at the moment, so Liam used a beam on the ceiling to pull himself up and kick Sam's werewolf in the head, stunning him. Sam took the opportunity to try again, this time hitting the mark and killing the creature.

Dean had thrown his werewolf to the ground and was about to pick up his dropped knife and finish the job when the creature saw and reached for Sam's dropped gun. He shot Sam in the gut, and he moved to aim for Liam, but Dean quickly stabbed him in the heart.

Sam fell to the ground, bleeding badly and features twisted in pain. Dean pulled out a first aid kit and rushed to his brother's side. The handcuffed woman was groaning in pain as well. “Baby, you still with me?” her partner asked in concern.

“Get them,” Dean looked at Liam and motioned to the hostages.

“That one has the key,” the guy motioned to one of the dead werewolves. Liam found it and started tending to them.

Dean got the pliers out and washed them with alcohol. “Alright, listen, we got to get that bullet out of there, okay? This is gonna hurt like hell.” Dean started digging in the wound, trying not to let his brother's cries of pain get to him. “Okay. Alright. Almost got it. Right there. Come on, come on! Okay, there we go. Look at that, huh?” he pulled the bullet out. “Well, you know what? We got to keep that one. That one's gonna be a little memento. We'll laugh about it some other time.”

“How are they doing?” Sam asked Liam about the couple while Dean started bandaging him up.

“Cut up, but if we can get them some proper medical treatment, they'll be fine,” Liam answered.

“What were they?” the woman asked.

“Werewolves,” Dean answered bluntly.

“Told you they were monsters,” she said to her partner.

“That's right, baby. You called it.”

“I thought werewolves needed night time, a full moon? We've been here for days. These guys, they can change any time.”

“Yeah, that’s because they were probably pure bloods. And they can change any time. Any time they want,” Dean explained. “You good?” Dean turned his attention back to Sam.

“Yeah,” Sam nodded, though he didn't look okay.

“Alright, keep pressure on it. Is there a landline in here?” Dean asked the couple.

“You don't have a cell phone?” the guy was surprised.

“There's no service for miles. I had a signal back at the car a couple miles back.” He turned to Sam. “Okay, listen to me. I'm gonna go for a signal, okay? We're gonna get you to a real doctor. You're gonna be just fine.”

“Yeah, no, I know,” Sam nodded.

“Hey, I've survived worse,” Liam tried to give the brothers hope.

Dean headed for the door. “You guys stay here, I'm getting help.”

“Oh, no, we can't stay here, not with the others still out there,” the guy insisted.

“Others?” Sam lifted up his head.

“Okay, listen, my brother's been shot. He can't...” Dean looked like he was about to freak out.

Sam climbed to his feat but was unsteady. “Yeah, I'm fine.”

“Hey, let me help. Yeah, right here,” Dean got his brother to lean on him. “Okay, guess we're going. Let's go.” They all moved out the door and started the trek back to the car.

They moved as a group through the woods as fast as Sam could move. Liam kept watch for anything around them while Dean carried Sam and occasionally checked for cell phone reception. “Anything?” Sam asked when it seemed like they had gone quite a distance.

Dean checked again. “No, nothing yet. The sun's gonna be up pretty soon.”

Sam doubled over in pain, groaning and wincing as he tried to keep pressure on his wound. “I told you that roadhouse chili was a bad idea.”

“Guys, over here,” Corbin brought there attention to another cabin.

“Hey, look at that,” Dean seemed slightly relieved as they headed for it. He had Liam scout the place for any more werewolves before they went inside. “Okay. Alright, see if you can find a radio or a phone.” He helped Sam to the floor by a counter and started searching for anything that might bring help. He found a landline and picked up the receiver.

“Anything?” Sam asked hopefully.

“No, it's dead,” Dean slammed it down. He found some lanterns in a cupboard. “I got matches over here. I'm gonna light those up.” He lit them up and continued searching the cabin for something to help them.

“Hey, we got to keep moving. Those of us who can,” Corbin insisted.

“What did you say?” Dean clenched his jaw and glared daggers.

“I... Hey, Michelle's real sick, but she's got a chance. Him, he's slowing us down. And if they find us...”

“We saved you, okay? We saved both of you,” Dean pointed out.

“It's four lives versus one.”

Dean shoved Corbin. “Dean, stop!” Sam shouted. “Dean, he's right. You guys need to go. Move. Go find help, come back for me.”

“Don't make me shoot you again,” Liam threatened. “We are not leaving you wounded and unable to defend yourself.”

“I'm gonna go outside, I'm gonna find some wood, gonna build you a litter, and we are going to carry him the rest of the way,” Dean said as he headed for the door. “It's only a couple of miles.”

Liam followed Dean out and sighed as he watched his husband try to gather up some wood. “He'll be okay,” he said when he saw Dean was near tears. “We've gotten through worse.”

“Have we?” Dean snapped back. “Sam, he's...” He couldn't even bring himself to finish the sentence.

“Just try to calm down and stay positive.” Liam moved to kiss Dean's cheek before going back inside. What he found made him growl. Corbin was trying to smother Sam. The blond moved fast, kicking Corbin hard in the face and knocking him back. “What the hell do you think you're doing?”

“You broke my nose!” Corbin put a hand over his now very bloody nose.

“Try it again and I'll break a lot more than that.” Liam knelt down to check on Sam.

“Thanks, I'm okay,” Sam was panting.

“No, you're not, but...” Liam put his hands on Sam's wound and there was a flash of light from his eyes. The bleeding stopped and Sam was breathing easier.

“What the hell?” Corbin looked a little freaked out.

“More like what the heaven,” Sam said.

Dean came in then. “We gotta go.”

“No, we don't,” Liam argued with him.

“I just saw a truck coming and-”

“Listen up!” Liam shouted. “I really fucking hate being the adult in the room, but no one is giving me much choice. Dean, Sam is already much better.”

“Really?” Dean looked over to Sam.

“Really,” Sam nodded. “Liam got his freak on.”

Liam peered out the window. “Small talk later. Right now we have a job to finish. Everyone into the cellar, now.”

“But what good will that do?” Corbin was scared.

“Just do it, and try not to wet yourself.”

“What happened to his face?” Dean asked his brother as he helped him up.

“I'll tell you later,” Sam answered. “I don't think we're allowed to talk now.”

“No, you're not,” Liam growled as he ushered them all into the cellar. Just as they got down there they heard the truck pull up. “Everyone stay absolutely silent,” Liam ordered as he pulled out a silver blade and crouched by the bottom of the stairs.

They heard the door being kicked in, and what sounded like two people walking in. Dust fell from the ceiling with each step upstairs, and Liam turned to his companions motioning for them to keep quiet with a finger to his lips.

It only took a minute for someone to start coming down the stairs. It was a large man sniffing the air. As soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs a wide grin appeared on his lips as he saw four people huddled in the back. “Down-” he started to shout but Liam sprang like a cobra and stabbed him in the heart. His body fell to the ground with a thud.

A minute later and the bartender woman followed. Liam didn't hesitate, and she fell dead with her companion. “Are you sure they were...?” Corbin seemed nervous.

Liam sighed as he looked down at the dead bodies. “Seeing as how she pointed us toward the cabin in the first place, it would explain how the others seemed to know we were coming.” He reached into her pockets and pulled out a set of keys. “Either way, we now have a ride,” he dangled the keys to the truck.

“I knew there was a reason I kept you around.” Dean was so happy he kissed him.

“Yeah, glad to see I'm good for something,” the blond motioned for everyone to make their way back up the stairs.

They all went out to the truck, Sam moving much better than he had been before. “You good now?” Dean asked him, still concerned.

“Better,” Sam nodded.

Dean looked to Liam with a silent question. “Hey, I got lightheaded, okay?” Liam was a bit defensive. “And you don't like me being a freak at all lately anyway.”

“What's all this freak talk?” Corbin asked.

“Liam has gifts,” Dean started to explain. “He can do things that other people can't.”

“What do you think you're doing?” Liam raised an eyebrow at Dean as he moved to get into the driver's seat of the truck.

“I'm getting us out of here,” Dean answered.

“But I got the keys.”

“Can you even reach the pedals?” Dean was a little snarky as he moved out of the way for his husband.

“Not in the mood for short jokes,” Liam grumbled as he got behind the wheel.

Liam drove down the dirt road until they reached where the Impala had been left. “You're not driving Baby,” Dean was insistent.

“You let Sam drive her, but wouldn't dream of it,” the blond was a little irritated as he got out of the truck.

Dean pulled the keys out of his pocket. “Yeah, well, I've known Sam a lot longer, and he wasn't a menace to trees behind the wheel.”

“That was when I was learning, thank you, and you weren't even around for that.”

“They sound like an old married couple,” Corbin commented to his wife as they all piled into the car.

“They're not old, but they are a married couple,” Sam said.

“Seriously?” Corbin was taken aback.

“Problem with that?” Dean looked in the rear view mirror as he fired up the engine. “Because we can just leave you out here.”

“No problem,” Corbin mumbled.

Dean drove them to an urgent care clinic for medical attention. Dean and Liam sat in the room while the doctor tended to Sam first. “This is odd,” she commented as she pulled off the bloody bandages.

“What is?” Sam asked.

“This bullet wound, you said it just happened last night, but it looks like it's been healing for a week at least.”

“I won't complain about a miracle,” Sam said, knowing she wouldn't believe the truth.

“Alright, well, let's get you stitched up, and then I'll look at your friends.”

“We're fine,” Dean insisted.

“You don't look it,” the doctor argued. “What happened out there?”

“That's what I'd like to know,” the sheriff said as he walked into the room. “Five people looking like they've been through hell, and one of them shot.”

“We ran into the people who have been killing hikers,” Liam said.

“And you five escaped?” He looked a little skeptical.

“Yeah,” Liam looked him in the eye. “I believe it's rule number six. Never go anywhere without a knife.”

“What?” the sheriff gave him a strange look.

“Listen, we just fought back, and we made it here,” Dean entered the conversation.

“And the people who attacked you?”

“Not a problem anymore,” Liam answered. “And before you say anything else, it was self defense. The disappearances started way before we got here.”

“Well, I'll send some rangers out to investigate. Just don't go anywhere until we get this all straightened out.”

The doctor had gone to tend to the couple, and they heard her scream. The sheriff ran out to see what was going on. Dean and Liam peeked out to see Corbin transformed, and he ripped the sheriff's heart out. Without hesitation Dean pulled a gun and shot him in the heart. His wife Michelle watched horror struck as her husband died.

Luckily the doctor wasn't harmed, and after everything was sorted out she went back to stitch Sam up. Dean went out into the hall where Michelle was sitting on a bench, and he sat beside her. “How are you doing?”

She didn't say anything for several moments. “That wasn't... Corbin wasn't a killer.”

“I know. Michelle, this is gonna be very hard. But you will be okay. And, eventually you'll get back to normal.”

A few tears spilled down her cheek. “They said I could leave an hour ago. But where am I even supposed to go? After everything we survived together... I watched the man I love die. Your brother said Liam is your husband? What would you do if you watched him die?”

Dean looked down at his lap for a moment. “Believe me, I understand how you feel. I used to tell myself that I would never become vulnerable like that because in our line of work... I've seen him almost die more times than I really wanna think about, and it shook me to the core. So, it'll take some time, but I think you'll be okay eventually.”

When Sam was all patched up they were cleared to leave. “How is she?” Sam asked Dean on their way out.

“She's strong. She'll be all right. Those stitches gonna hold?”

“Oh, yeah, uh, professional grade. Couple days of antibiotics and some bed rest, and I'm, uh, back to normal.”

“It wasn't me this time,” Liam said as he got into the backseat of the car.

“It was almost both of you,” Dean said as he started up the car. “If I had been a second slower...” He visibly shivered at that thought.

“But you weren't.” The blond leaned forward and put a hand on Dean's shoulder. “So let's be happy about that. Things got a little hairy, but we're okay. And now we deserve at least a week of recuperation.”
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