Adult-FanFiction.org : Television / Streaming

Hunting Humanity VI	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1256 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Supernatural universe. No money is being made from this story.

Chapter List
- 16
- 17
- 18
They sat in a parking lot and Dean brought a bag of burgers out. He handed one to Sam, then to Liam. Liam just kind of stared at his. “Don’t tell me you’re not hungry,” Dean looked at him. “It’s been all day, and I swear if you start that shit again...”

Liam sighed. “You want me to tell you things, right? When things bother me. As an alternative to bottling them up and going off the deep end again.”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, that would be the idea.”

“Things were okay when we had a home back in Memphis. I mean, I guess it’s still home, but we can’t go there often until we get the leviathan thing sorted out. I know we’re staying in motel rooms again, and I appreciate that, but not really having a home is getting to me a little.”

Dean sat on the hood of the car and sighed. “You always have the option of quitting and finding yourself a home. You already knew what hunting was like, and I never tried to tell you different.”

“So, what? You want me to leave?” Liam started getting upset.

“Never said that. I want you to be happy. Liam, I’ve already told you, losing you would hurt like hell, but if getting yourself an apartment and a regular job and a normal man will make you happier than what you are now, then go for it.”

“What would make me happy is if we all just quit and settled down to have normal lives.”

Dean shrugged. “Not gonna happen. It’s too late for Sam and I. We were raised in this life and it’s what we know. Once you get in it’s damn near impossible to get out. It’s only been a few years for you, so you’ve got a shot. If this is really so miserable for you than take it.”

Liam sighed. “Then I guess I’m fucked if I do, and fucked if I don’t. Dean, I love you. I don’t want anyone else. I’m not trying to get in a fight here. I’m just… Screw it, this is why I wasn’t talking. You have a habit of turning things into a fight. Just because I’m feeling something...”

“Okay, I’m sorry for stirring the pot.” Dean put a hand on Liam’s shoulder. “I don’t want you to clam up again. Talk to me.”

“Okay. I also really envied what you had with Bobby.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. I’m not blind, he was your adopted father. What I want more than anything is for a father figure to tell me I’m not a waste of space.”

“You’re not a waste of space,” Sam assured him.

Liam shook his head. “Thanks for that and all, but I want to hear it from a father figure. My father thought I was a waste of resources, and that hurts, especially when you’re just a little kid with nowhere else to go. The doctor was right, my daddy issues are the root of everything. I want a family, damn it. I mean, you guys are family, but I’m missing a father who gives a damn.”

“How do you know that Bobby didn’t give a damn about you?” Dean asked.

“Please… You two were his boys. I was a… I don’t exactly know what I was other than a fellow hunter. I guess he liked me well enough when I turned human, but I doubt he could completely see past the whole former vampire thing. Even if he could, I only knew him four years. I was hoping that maybe one day… But, that possibility is off the table now.”

Dean’s phone rang. “Hold that thought.” He picked it up and had a short conversation. “That was Annie. She wants us to meet her in Bodega Bay, California for lunch tomorrow. She has some books of Bobby’s she wants to give us.”

“Okay,” Sam nodded. “Sounds good.”

Liam leaned against the car. “More people that you know and I don’t.”

Dean wrapped an arm around him. “So, we’ll introduce you, and then you’ll know her too. Boy will she be surprised when I tell her what you are to me. Now eat.”

They sat at a restaurant the next day waiting for Annie. Dean was reading a newspaper. “Hey, get this. Dick Roman is funding another archaeological dig. Guy moves more dirt than ‘The Drudge Report’.”

“Well, anything on what he's digging for?” Sam asked.

“Don't you think I would have led with that?”

Sam sighed and looked at his watch. “Annie's not usually this late, is she?”

Dean shook his head. “No, never. She's totally compulsive. I'll try her cell.”

“You know, uh, she and Bobby had a thing, right?”

“Really?” Dean looked a bit surprised.

“Yeah. Kind of a foxhole thing, very Hemingway.”

“Huh. She and I kind of went Hemingway this one time too.”

Liam made a face and Sam chuckled. “These things, they happen when one is not attached.”

“She's not answering,” Dean put down his phone. “Are we being stood up?”

“Yeah, let's hope that's all this is,” Sam sighed.

They had lunch and on their way out to car Dean tried her again. “Straight to voicemail. Something's not right.”

“What's she doing in Bodega Bay?” Sam asked.

“She's working some kind of job. She didn't really say. Let's go check out Annie's hotel room.”

They found her room and started digging into her research trying to figure out what was going on. Sam sat on the bed with some papers. “These go back years, disappearances never solved. They stop a few decades back, then pick up again just recently. All teenagers.”

Liam picked up another paper. “Looks like Annie found a spot a lot of them liked to poke around just before they went missing. Old Van Ness house.”

Sam and Dean gathered around him to look at the info. “It's, uh, cheery,” Dean commented.

Sam read a little more. “Well, the police combed the place. They always come up dry.”

Dean scoffed. “Yeah, local law. Always on the ball.”

“So, built in 1862 by the Van Ness family,” Sam kept reading. “Lost it in the early 1900s. Put up for sale a few years back. No takers. It's just been sitting there, boarded up, for ages. Oh. Get this. I guess a couple months back someone put it on one of those, uh, most haunted houses in America lists.”

Dean looked at his brother. “Let me guess, that's when the, uh, teenagers started to go missing.”

“Yep,” Sam nodded.

“Ah, I say we get rolling.”

They headed to the old house and went inside. Dean panned around with his flashlight. “Honey, I'm home.”

Liam shivered. “Something tells me we are definitely not alone here. I mean, I’ve had that feeling a lot lately, but it’s really strong in here.”

Dean motioned for his companions to follow him upstairs. “Annie?” Dean called out and picked up his phone to try calling her again.

Sam took out his EMF detector. It started going crazy. “There's a whole lot of something going on.”

They heard a phone ring and followed the sound. Annie’s phone was on the floor, but she was nowhere. Dean picked up her phone and started looking through it. “The call to me was the last one she made. So where the hell is she?”

Liam looked around. “Nowhere good, that’s my two cents.”

They continued to search the house and Sam kept the EMF detector on. “We're redlining all over the place. Assume the worst?”

“Yeah, I always do,” Dean nodded while he listened to Annie’s voice messages.

Sam sighed. “Okay. Vengeful spirit, maybe lots of them. Killing kids. Look around. No blood. No anything. Certainly no bodies.”

Dean shook his head. “Well, if evil is partying here, it's got a hell of a cleanup crew. Wait. Here's something,” he pushed some buttons on Annie’s phone. “From earlier this week.”

He played the message and it was a very faint woman’s voice saying, “Free me.”

“Where'd that come from?” Liam looked at the phone.

Dean showed him the caller ID that was just a bunch of stars. “You ever seen a phone number look like that?”

“Nope,” Liam shook his head. “I wonder if this means spirits are trapped here. And if so, by what?”

They searched every inch of the place and came up empty. Dean sighed. “Well, that is every square inch of this place. No bodies, no pieces of bodies, no Annie. A whole lot of sizzle and no steak.”

“Well, maybe no news is good news,” Sam suggested.

“Meaning?” Dean looked to his brother.

“Meaning maybe she's just not here. Maybe she's still okay.”

“Yeah, and what does your gut say?”

Sam looked away for a minute. “Let's just see if there's anything else in her research.”

They started to leave and Liam grabbed Dean’s arm. “What?” Dean looked back at him.

“I could’ve sworn I just heard a woman’s voice call out your names.” He looked around. “But I hear Bobby shouting sometimes too, so maybe I just really am crazy.”

Dean looked at him. “Wait, you’ve heard Bobby and you never said anything?”

Liam shrugged. “Why would I? It’s crazy, right?”

“The crazy part would be that you weren’t that close to him.” Dean looked around again. “Do you hear him when you’re alone?”

“No. Only when I’m with you. When you visited me in the psych ward I heard him say something about a vengeful spirit. As it turns out there was one. Don’t worry, I took care of it before busting out.”

Dean blinked. “That’s… You should’ve said something sooner. Do you hear anything now?”

Liam listened closely. “Lots of spirits trapped here you idjits.”

Dean grabbed Liam by the shoulders. “And that was Bobby?”

“Yes, I think so.”

Dean shook his head. “Oh, man, if you can hear spirits...”

Liam sighed. “I know, something else to add to the freak column.”

He followed the brothers back out to the car. Dean got in the driver’s seat. “Where'd Annie get her intel? Do we know?”

“Bodega Bay Heritage Society,” Sam answered.

Liam jumped and put a hand over his ear. “I’m not deaf, but keep that up and I will be.”

Dean turned around. “Bobby again?”

“Yeah, just screamed in my ear that we should go back to the house. This is weird.”

“Yeah, it is,” Sam agreed. “Sorry, Bobby, but we gotta look more into this place.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed. “How is he…?” Then he pulled Bobby’s flask out of his pocket. “You think?”

“Bingo, idjit,” Liam said. “Don’t look at me, I’m just the freak mouth piece.”

They drove to the historical society and asked a historian about the house. “The house dates back to the mid 19th century. Miles Van Ness made his fortune in the gold rush, eventually settling his family in Bodega Bay.”

“Anything unusual ever happen in the house?” Sam asked.

“Oh, over the course of a century, things are going to happen in a house. Some locals swear it's haunted. Every village has its idiots.”

“We only want the real scoop, of course,” Dean said.

“Whitman Van Ness. Son and heir. Handsome, charming, dogged by tragedy all his life. He lost the family fortune, then the house. It became a bordello. He lived in isolation till his death at age forty.”

“Who's the, uh, the bruiser there?” Dean pointed to a photograph with a large man in it.

“Dexter O'Connell. A convict. An extremely violent man. Mr. Van Ness was socially progressive and took pity on him. He worked as grounds keeper. Dexter was convicted for murdering Whitman's fiance on the eve of their wedding. Another calamitous event in the poor man's life.”

“Well, thank you,” Dean gave the historian a small smile.

“The house is popular this week.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“A lady came by the other day asking all sorts of questions.”

“Uh, thirties, red hair, good-looking?” Dean asked.

“I gave her the same advice I'll give to you. Stay away from the place. It's extremely unsafe.”

They went back to the motel and started doing more research. Liam joined Dean for a shower. “You sure you want a freak that can hear dead people in the shower with you?” Liam asked.

Dean pulled Liam close so that their wet naked bodies were touching and kissed him. “You are not a freak. You just uh, have talents that the rest of us don’t possess.”

“That’s an interesting way of putting things.” Liam kissed him back and they started washing each other.

When they came out Sam was sitting on the bed with a pile of papers and he was holding an old newspaper article. “So, besides Whitman's fiance Dexter O'Connell was also convicted of killing a bunch of hookers who worked at the brothel. He escaped before they could hang him. But then he returned to the house where he was found shot to death. Why would he escape and then go right back to the house where he got arrested?”

Dean shrugged. “I don't know. Add that to a list of things don't know.”

“So what's the next move?” Sam asked.

“Oh, god,” Liam’s eyes went wide.

“What?” Dean looked concerned.

“If Bobby is still around and we can’t see him. Is he watching when we um, you know… Like, we were just undressed in the shower.” He frowned and looked to the corner of the room. “I am not an idiot. Anyhow, Bobby keeps stressing that Annie is trapped in that house along with a whole bunch of other spirits.”

“We got to get back to that house, stat,” Dean grabbed his jacket.

They drove back to the house and Dean opened the car trunk. “We combed the crap out of this place. If Annie's in there and we didn't find her...”

“It's because something didn't want us to,” Sam finished the thought.

They went inside and Dean shoved Liam forward. “Alright ghost whisperer. Do your thing.”

Liam frowned at Dean but looked around. “Okay, um, Annie says hi. It’s Whitman Van Ness. He killed everyone, and is trapping them here. Dexter was framed. He’s been trying to warn people and Whitman toasted him.”

Dean nodded. “Now we know whose bones to salt and burn. Let's go.”

They got back in the car and drove off. Sam did some quick online research. “Alright. Here we go, cemetery, edge of town. The Van Ness family has its own mausoleum.”

Dean nodded. “Alright, we light up the bastard and finish him off.”

The car suddenly accelerated. “Take it easy. We'll get there,” Sam said.

Dean looked a little freaked. “Uh, that's not me.”

The steering wheel started to move and Van Ness appeared beside Dean and started wrestling with him to make the car swerve. Dean managed to stop and they got out. “Why's he with us?” Sam looked around.

“I don't know. There's got to be something on us!” Dean started patting his clothing.

Sam and Liam did the same. Sam found a key in his pocket and Van Ness appeared and put a hand through his back. Dean grabbed the key and shot it, making the spirit disappear. “Did that do it? Did that get rid of him?” Sam asked.

Dean sighed. “I don't know. I got a bad idea we just snapped him back to his favorite house.”

“Where Annie's a sitting duck,” Liam pointed out.

“We got to find those bones. Come on,” Dean motioned to his companions.

They hurried to the cemetery and walked around until they found the mausoleum. Dean got out a hammer and chisel to pry open Whitman’s crypt. They dumped salt and lighter fluid on the bones and Dean lit a match and tossed it in.

Once the bones were done burning they went back to the house. They opened the door and Bobby was lying on the floor. “Hi, boys.”

Dean’s eyes went wide. “Bobby?”

Bobby got up. “Wait. You can see me?” The three of them just stood there and stared. “You're staring, you know.” Bobby walked over to a desk and pulled his flask out of a drawer and tossed it to Dean. “Suck on that, Swayze.”

Sam shook his head. “We thought we were going crazy.”

“So, what happened?” Dean asked. “Did you get stuck or what?”

“I wanted to stay. I need to help.”

“Not if it means you have to be this,” Sam motioned to him.

“Well, life wasn't comfy. Why should death be? And by the way, Liam, you are not a waste of space. Kind of a dumb ass for not acknowledging you could hear me sooner… But still, you’re a good… whatever you are. You deserved a lot better than what you got as a kid, and I was starting to consider you one of my boys.”

Liam gave him a small smile. “Thanks, I needed to hear that.”

“Annie and I found all the bodies. Let's put them to rest. And keep my damn flask away from the fire... obviously.”

He headed toward the stairs and they followed up to the hidden room where all of the bodies were stashed. They burned each and every one, including Annie. Then they took everything back to the car and started putting it in the trunk. Dean pulled out the flask. “Well, uh… Here's to Annie. She got the hunter's funeral she wanted.,” he took a drink. “Kind of like the one we thought we gave you.”

“Dean,” Sam looked at him.

Dean sighed. “What were you thinking, Bobby? You could be in Heaven right now, drinking beer at Harvelle's, not stuck.”

“We still have work to do. I just thought that was kind of important, Dean.”

“It's not right, and you know that.”

“Sorry. You're right. What was I thinking?” Bobby vanished.

Dean tossed the flask into the trunk and they got into the car. “So, what do you think we should do?” Sam asked.

Dean sighed. “We did what we should do. Now I don't know.”

“I mean, do you think it's possible we could, I don't know, make it all work somehow?”

“I have no idea. Maybe. I've never heard of it. But you know what I do know? It ain't the natural order of things. Everything is supposed to end. You know, he was supposed… And now... What are the odds this ends well?”

Liam shrugged. “Stranger things have happened. Right now I’m hungry and I’m tired, so can we get some food and then sleep on it?”

“Sure, Babe,” Dean nodded.
- 16
- 17
- 18
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Hunting Humanity VI