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Hunting Humanity	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1867 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The three days passed by very slow for Liam. John left them alone except for one more call to Sam to try and plead with him to get Dean to see reason. Sam told their father where to shove it. Liam was a bundle of nerves. Dean drove him nuts constantly checking his injuries and trying to get the vampire to take more blood than he really wanted.

The night finally came and Liam came down wearing only a pair of black sweatpants. Dean was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs, only in a pair of jeans. They looked each other over, only Liam liking what he saw. Dean’s fingers reached to run over one of the healing stab wounds that were all still visible. The swelling of the welts had gone down considerably, but they were still there as well. “Are you absolutely sure you don’t want to wait?” Dean looked concerned.

“I’m sure,” Liam nodded. “You don’t understand. This is all I’ve wanted for so long. I’ve talked to Natalie about it. If I end up needing nursed back to health she said I can stay here as long as I need. She said we can all stay, but I imagine you and Sam will want to go on hunts.”

“If you end up sick from this I’ll kick your ass then nurse you back to health myself,” Dean insisted.

Sam, Natalie, and Patrick joined them. “Ready, sweetie?” Natalie asked, putting a hand on Liam’s shoulder.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Liam sighed. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous. This was probably going to hurt, but should be worth it in the end.

They all walked out to the barn because they had all agreed that seemed the best place to do it. On the ground was a large black sheet with the symbols of everlasting love and everlasting life spray painted in white side by side. A bowl was in between them with part of the shard and a few other things crushed up inside it. “Liam, sit on the life symbol, Dean, sit on the love symbol and face each other,” Sam directed.

Both men did as told. Sam handed Dean a knife and vial. “Dean, you need to make a cut over your heart of your own free will and count out fourteen drops of blood. Liam, I’ll put the blood in the chalice, and when we start the ritual Natalie will hand it to you and you have to drink it.”

Dean took a deep breath and took the knife, making a cut over his heart as instructed. He counted out fourteen drops into the vial and handed everything back to Sam. Sam poured the blood into the chalice and handed it to Natalie, who moved to stand by Liam. “Here goes nothing,” Liam gave his lover a nervous smile.

Sam started the chanting and Natalie handed Liam the chalice. The vampire took it and drank the blood it contained. In a way it was funny that after so long of smelling and wanting it, he was finally getting to taste Dean’s blood. If the ritual worked it would also be the last time.

He set the chalice aside and a bubbling sensation started up in his chest. Something was definitely happening. He grimaced as suddenly his heart felt like it had been lit on fire. This was how the changing had started the first time. Then the bond he shared with Dean was severed, making his head feel like it was going to explode. Dean hissed and put his hand to his forehead, suggesting he was feeling the same thing. Liam’s lungs started to burn for air but it was like a vice was on his chest to keep it from expanding. After about a minute he was able to inhale deeply, feeling a relief from it he hadn’t felt in over three hundred years. Suddenly the pain shot from his heart to every inch of him. He let out a blood curdling scream just before he fell back and started violently convulsing. When Sam uttered the last word Liam stilled and didn’t move.

Natalie knelt down and put her fingers on the side of his neck. “He’s got a pulse,” she smiled. “He’s alive.”

Dean breathed a sigh of relief. It had been hard to just sit there while the love of his life suffered quite an ordeal, but he’d done it, and the ritual had worked. He got to his feet and knelt down to scoop Liam into his arms to carry his unconscious lover inside. He took Liam up to their room and laid him out on the bed, lovingly covering him with a blanket.

Dean spent the next day watching over Liam, waiting for him to wake up. Natalie and Sam took shifts giving Dean a break so he could eat and bathe and things. Twenty four hours after the ritual had started, Liam’s eyes fluttered open. “Hey, you...” Dean smiled and placed a hand on his lover’s shoulder.

Liam looked around the room. The light was on but dimmed, and he couldn’t see as well as he could before. He also couldn’t hear Dean’s heartbeat or smell him. The bond was gone as well. All of that was a little disconcerting, but he would get used to it. To make sure it actually worked he put his hand to his neck and his eyes widened when he felt his newly acquired pulse. “It worked!” He tried to sit up, but the room spun.

“Yes, it worked,” Dean nodded. “Here, take it easy and let me help you.” He grabbed a few pillows that Natalie had brought up and he put them under Liam to prop him up. “How do you feel, babe?”

“Really thirsty, and what I think is hunger,” Liam answered. “And if I remember right, I really gotta pee.” He thought about the smell and taste of blood, and it had no appeal anymore.

Dean chuckled. “Okay, let’s get you to the bathroom. Don’t try to move too quick.”

Liam felt much weaker than he had as he wrapped an arm around Dean’s neck and let the man help him out of the bed. His legs seemed to have a little trouble supporting his weight but he leaned heavily on his lover as he walked a little ways down the hall. Dean kept his hands on him as he did his thing. “Weird...” he shook his head and finished.

Dean laughed. “Welcome back to life. You wanna go back to bed and rest a bit?”

Liam shook his head. “I want to go see everyone.”

“Okay,” Dean nodded. “Let’s get you downstairs. Don’t rush yourself now. You have to get used to a human body.”

Dean seemed a little anxious when they neared the stairs. They took it one step at a time until they were downstairs. Sam came over to greet him with a hug. “Hey man, good to see you alive and awake.”

Liam squeezed the younger Winchester as hard as his arms could manage. “Thank you, Sam,” he said sincerely. “I really mean that, you’re the first one who would listen to me, and now, here we are.”

“I’m so glad we could help. Natalie is in the kitchen cooking something up for you.”

Liam nodded and Dean followed him into the kitchen. Natalie was standing at the stove stirring something in a large pot. Whatever it was, it smelled good. Human senses were so weak compared to vampire ones, and that was going to take a lot of getting used to. “So good to see you up,” Natalie smiled and moved to kiss his cheek. “Have a seat.”

Liam took a seat at the kitchen table and Natalie brought him a glass of water, which he gulped right down. Swallowing something that wasn’t blood was the freakiest thing yet, but it was also nice. “I made you my famous chicken soup,” Natalie set a small steaming bowl in front of him with a spoon. “I thought it would make a good first meal. It’s really good, and it’ll be easy on your system.”

“Thanks,” Liam said as he picked up the spoon. The very act of picking up the utensil made Liam blink. Everything seemed so surreal as he scooped up some soup and brought it to his mouth. It burned and he had to spit it back out.

“Careful, silly,” Natalie laughed softly. “It’s hot. You have to blow on it. I know, this is a lot for you to take in at once,” she patted his shoulder.

Liam nodded and picked up another spoonful, blowing on it this time before putting it in his mouth. He just sat there for a minute trying to remember what to do next. “You have to chew it now,” Dean said, sounding slightly amused. Liam frowned and moved is jaw around, trying to do just that. He’d seen it done thousands of times, but hadn’t done it himself in over three hundred years. Eventually he got it, and he seemed to instinctively know when to swallow. His eyes closed as his hunger abated and a warm feeling spread through his stomach.

Dean’s hand moved to grasp Liam’s on the table as he continued to eat. This was something he was beginning to think in the back of his mind was never going to happen, so to be sitting at a table eating a bowl of chicken soup was overwhelming. A tear formed in the corner of his eye and Dean wiped it away. He finished the little bowl of soup and Natalie took the bowl away, putting it in the dishwasher.

Liam suddenly felt something warm and wet on his stomach. He looked down to see that a few of the healing stab wounds were oozing blood. Dean’s gaze followed and he cursed. “This is why I was trying to get you to wait,” Dean grumbled as he got up and left, coming back after a few minutes with a med kit. He set to work cleaning and bandaging the bleeding wounds.

“It’s just a little blood loss,” Liam shrugged.

“You’re human now,” Dean sighed. “A little blood loss has consequences. I mean, yeah, you know that people can lose a decent amount and survive, but you’re never around to see what happens as a result.”

Liam nodded and ran a hand through Dean’s hair. He had promised to listen, and he intended to keep that promise. “Let’s get you out to the couch in the sitting room,” Natalie suggested.

Dean kept an arm around his lover as they walked slowly out to the sitting room. They were almost to the couch when the rest of the stab wounds started bleeding as well, and Liam passed out. Sam rushed over to help Dean get him laid out on the couch and they tended to the rest of the wounds. “I really should’ve made him wait and heal,” Dean shook his head. “This is exactly what Alice was talking about. His impatience got the better of him.”

Liam was out for another half hour. He groaned softly as his eyes opened. “What happened?”

“Your impatience, that’s what,” Dean’s voice was a little gruff, but he was upset. “You didn’t let yourself heal enough, and it seems like your human body is having trouble dealing with all of it. Fuck!”

“What?” Liam blinked.

Dean pointed to his chest. The welts were now oozing a clear fluid. Natalie sighed and began cleaning him up and bandaging him some more. He was now covered in bandages. “Oozing like that may mean infection,” Natalie said as she put the med kit away again within easy reach in case they needed it again. “When I go into town again to get more bandages I’ll see if I can get some antibiotics too. For now, rest. We’ll get you a bath and change your bandages in the morning.”

Liam sighed and pulled Dean into a tender kiss. “You know, if you guys wanted to run a job or two, I could stay here and heal, and I’d only be a phone call away.” He didn’t need the bond to know that Dean would get really restless and it would drive him crazy to just sit around the house while he healed. He started feeling really cold and pulled an afghan off the back of the couch to wrap around himself.

“Maybe later, but not right now,” Dean shook his head. “I’m not ready to leave you yet. Being without you those five days, I missed you like crazy. Maybe if I get too restless, but for now, I’ll stay here with you to make sure you heal.” He leaned in to kiss Liam on the forehead and his eyebrows furrowed. “Natalie, you may be right about infection. He’s burning up.”

Natalie fetched a thermometer and placed the censor on his temple. The little digital screen read one hundred five point six and Liam’s eyes rolled back in his head as he started having a seizure. Dean and Sam did their best to hold him down so he didn’t hurt himself until it was over. Dean looked to Natalie with panic in his eyes. “I know we should call an ambulance, but… Is there a doctor you can call that won’t ask too many questions?”

“Let me make a few calls,” Natalie answered. “Sam, get some ice out of the freezer and draw up an ice bath. We need to get his temperature down some now.”

Sam nodded and went to do as instructed. Dean carried Liam’s limp body up to the bathroom and Sam helped to pull his sweatpants off and place him in the ice water. The second Liam’s skin touched the freezing water the cold shock woke him up and he started flailing wildly trying to get out. Dean and Sam held him down though until a few minutes had passed.

“Sorry, I know it’s not pleasant, but it’s for your own good,” Dean said when they finally let him climb out with his teeth chattering. All three of them were soaked along with the entire bathroom, but when they checked again his temperature had gone down two degrees. Sam handed him a towel and went to change into dry clothes. Dean helped him dry off and get dressed and back on the couch again before going to change himself.

A doctor came to examine Liam. He did a thorough check up before pulling Dean aside. “I think he has a severe infection. It may even be in his blood. He really should be in a hospital and blood tests should be done.”

Dean frowned. “Is there anything you can do for him here?”

The doctor sighed and looked over at Liam. “I could start an IV with some strong antibiotics. I guess I could even take some blood samples myself and ask the hospital to run them.”

“Thank you,” Dean reached out to shake the doctor’s hand.

The doctor got out the needed supplies and knelt down beside Liam. “Alright, son, I’m going to start an IV on you.” He got the pole and the bags set up then took the needle and swabbed the area he intended to stick. Liam had to look away when the needle pricked him. His vein didn’t want to cooperate and it took several tries to get it established. When it was finally in the doctor connected all the hoses and started the drip. He left a second bag of antibiotics and showed them how to change the bags. He also left a plunger full of medication to give Liam should his fever spike again. “I’ll get these tests done tomorrow and come by with the results,” the doctor promised before leaving.

“Now it’s time for you to rest,” Dean said while he draped the afghan back over Liam and sat so the blond’s head would come to rest on his lap. “I do hope all of this has taught you a little patience, babe.”

Liam nodded, looking down at the needle sticking in his arm under the tape holding it in place. It still hurt, and having it there was going to be a bitch. “Patience can be a good thing.”

Dean stroked his lover’s hair. “We’ll hold off on making any decisions until we see how you respond to the treatment. Go back to sleep and get better for me, okay?”

Liam let out a little sigh and closed his eyes. It wasn’t difficult to fall back asleep. He felt like hell and the infection really drained him. Dean sat with him all night, dozing a little here and there himself. When the sun rose he slipped out from under Liam, laying his head on a pillow before going to the bathroom and then the kitchen. He made eggs for himself so Natalie and Sam wouldn’t get on his case about not eating, and made two slices of buttered toast for Liam. He carried the toast out on a plate along with a glass of orange juice and some supplements they thought might help. He set everything on a little TV tray Natalie had left and shook his lover awake.

Liam opened his eyes and sat up a little. He too needed to go to the bathroom, and being attached to an IV pole made that more complicated than it really needed to be. On the way back to the couch he stopped at the window, looking out at everything in the daylight and a little smile appeared on his lips as sunlight hit him and only warmed him.

The doctor came by a few hours later with bad news. It was as he had thought. An aggressive infection had steamrolled Liam’s immune system. He thought it may have been due to some immune disorder because Liam’s white cell count was so low, so he wanted to take more blood for more tests. The rest of them knew however, that it was more likely due to the fact that Liam’s body had just become human and wasn’t used to being alive so it wasn’t ready for the onslaught. The doctor had brought them more bags of antibiotic and saline to try and help, but he also brought papers for a living will and a regular will. He didn’t have a positive outlook.

When the doctor left Natalie sat down beside Liam and put an arm around him while he started going through the papers and filling them out. Dean was pacing, just barely resisting the urge to break things. He ended up storming out to the barn where the nightmare had begun. Tears were streaming down his cheeks as he stood in the open space.

John appeared in the door, leaning against the frame. “The blood sucker turned human is dying, isn’t he?”

Dean whirled around, rage on his features. “And you fucking killed him!” he shouted. “All those stab wounds and the burns from those fucking chains… Because you had to be a paranoid asshole something attacked his system that his newly human body can’t handle. I mean, god, Dad, he was with us for how many days completely unchained and he never hurt us… What in the unholy hell went through your mind that made you think you had to do that shit to him?”

John could only shrug. “He didn’t like me, I didn’t like him. I decided to err on the side of caution and treat him like I would treat any other leech in my presence.”

“But he’s not…!” Dean started to shout but then shook his head. “You know what, I don’t have the energy or the sanity for this. I finally open myself up and allow myself to love someone again, and because you got a bug up your ass you fucking killed him!” He turned his back on his father and sank to the ground, putting his face in his hands and just sobbed. “Please go away and don’t ever come near me again,” he pleaded through the tears.

“I really am sorry, son,” John sighed. “I know it hurts now, but you’ll see one day this is for the best. I guess a vampire that old just wasn’t meant to be mortal.” With that John left, leaving Dean alone as asked.

Dean cried until it was mostly out of his system. Then he wiped his eyes and pulled himself up off the floor to go back inside. Liam was reclining on the couch again after having filled out all the paperwork. He smiled weakly at Dean. Anyone who looked at the hunter could tell he’d been crying, but no one said anything. “I left everything to you,” Liam told him. “There isn’t much to leave… but...” The blond picked a checkbook up off the tray and showed Dean the debit card inside. “So you know, I wrote the pin for the card on the inside flap here,” he pointed to the four digit code. “There’s a little over thirty seven thousand dollars in there right now. That should last you a while. Though, four hundred and seventeen dollars comes out every month to pay for Alice’s nursing home. You can have that stopped if you want, but...”

Dean took the checkbook and looked at it for a few seconds before setting it back down. He moved Liam so he could sit behind him with his lover’s head on his lap again. “You’ve told me a lot about yourself, but never how you got your hands on that much money.”

Liam shrugged. “Worked for it mostly. I spent a large chunk of my existence moving around and taking odd jobs pretending to be normal. You’d be surprised how low the cost of living is when you don’t need food. A lot of the little things that add up quickly that people worry about and spend their money on I never had a use for. All I ever needed to pay for besides entertainment was rent for wherever I was living and basic utilities. I also learned that I could buy things new, take really good care of them, and then in several decades sell them to an antique dealer for a crap load. Some of it I even made messing with the stock market. Took a while for me to understand how it all works, but as it turns out, I have a knack for making a killing.”

Dean stroked Liam’s hair while he listened. “And you figured out all of that all by yourself? Damn, you really are smart, practically a fricken genius.”

Liam smiled up at him. “This surprises you?”

Dean chuckled. “No, not at all. Well, they do say blondes are supposed to be stupid, but you’ve proven them all wrong. But enough of that, you need to keep resting.”

Liam shook his head. “But I don’t wanna sleep. I want to stay awake and be with you.”

Dean swallowed hard. “In order for you to beat this and get better you need to sleep. It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere.”

Liam sighed, but didn’t argue further. He closed his eyes and let sleep take him again. Natalie arranged for a notary to also come to them to make the documents legal. Liam got a sideways look when he presented an ID that said he was much older than he looked, but everything was signed and taken care of. The blond had a hard time not breaking into tears when he signed the paper. If only he had just been patient and waited a month, this might not be happening.

He lingered another day. Dean stayed by his side relishing in each moment, only leaving Liam when he absolutely had to. Liam could feel himself fading. Even though he’d really wanted more than a handful of days with Dean, he was oddly okay with it. He’d been around such a long time, and he was so tired. As the sun was starting to set Liam looked deep into Dean’s eyes. “You know I love you, right?”

“I know,” Dean gave him a small smile. “And I want you to know I love you too.”

Liam pulled Dean down for one last kiss. Somehow he knew that when he closed his eyes he wasn’t going to wake up again. He nuzzled into Dean’s body and let himself doze off. He slept soundly for about half an hour. Then he took one last deep breath and was still. He was gone.

Dean just sat there staring straight ahead as the room steadily grew darker, stroking Liam’s hair as if that action would fix everything. Natalie turned on a lamp and they let him sit like that for an hour. Then Sam approached his brother, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Dean, you can let go and get up now. He’s-”

“He’s fine!” Dean shouted angrily. “He’s going to be just fucking fine!”

“Dean...” Sam’s eyes were full of sadness. “I know this is really hard, but you’ve got to face reality. He’s gone.”

Natalie put a hand on his other shoulder. “It’ll take some time, but if you want I can arrange for him to be put in a proper grave in a graveyard with a headstone and everything. Or, we can bury him somewhere on the property with a tree or something to mark his grave.”

Dean said nothing as he finally slid out from under Liam’s body, laying him back down on the couch as if he were some precious thing that might break. Natalie and Sam watched Dean with worried expressions as he headed out the door to his car and drove off. In his grief he was about to do something incredibly stupid.
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