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Hunting Humanity II	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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They started getting serious about trying to save Dean. They sat in a cabin interrogating yet another demon one morning, but as usual, were getting nowhere fast. Dean sighed and shook his head. “Do it,” he motioned to Liam.

Liam took his knife and jammed it up the demon’s throat into his skull. There were sparks and the body went limp. Sam swallowed hard. “You know, it’s a little scary how you do that with such ease.”

“Why?” Liam asked.

“Uh, because there was a person in there...”

Liam shrugged. “Yeah, and I bet this demon rode him hard too. They always do. The stakes are high, Sam, you can’t let emotion get in the way. I do have feelings, and I feel bad, but what can I do?”

“Okay, well, I’m gonna go take care of the body,” Dean said as he untied the guy and carted him off.

Liam went to get himself a drink and Sam made a phone call. Dean came back to hear the tail end of the conversation. “What was the phone call about?” he asked as he grabbed himself a beer.

“Remember that thing in the paper yesterday?” Sam asked.

“Right,” Dean nodded. “The guy that walks into the ER and kneels over dead, his stomach's ripped out?”

“His liver, actually. Anyways, I just found out something pretty damn interesting. The dead body was covered in bloody fingerprints, not the victim's. Those fingerprints match a guy who died in 1981.”

“Really,” Dean perked up a little. “So, what are we talking? Uh, walking dead? Walking, killing dead?”

“Maybe,” Sam shrugged.

“Zombies do like the other other white meat. Huh. Speaking of, what do you care about zombies?”

“Why wouldn’t I care?”

“We’ve been on a soul saving mission for a little over a month now. All of a sudden you wanna hunt?”

“Hey, man, you're the one who's been all gung ho to hunt. I just thought I'd be doing you a favor.”

“Zombies, huh?” Liam commented from the doorway. “Never met up with one of those before. This should be interesting.”

They packed up and went to Erie, Pennsylvania to interview the coroner. They were expecting to hear about teeth marks and the like, but it turned out the liver was removed with surgical skill. They weren’t looking for a zombie, but something much more sinister, organ theft.

A search for survivors led them to a man who had his kidney stolen but lived to tell the tale. That didn’t get them much. All the guy remembered was being jumped, waking up strapped to a table, and having his kidney cut out of him.

They went back to their motel and started digging through books. “You think maybe we’re dealing with some kind of urban legend type psycho human stealing organs for the black market?” Liam asked.

“Maybe not,” Sam shook his head. “I talked to Mr. Giggle's doctor. Turns out his incisions were sewn up with silk.”

“Like the kind that was used a really long time ago?” Liam raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. It was really problematic. Patients would get massive infections. The death rate was insane.”

“I remember. That is, unless you soaked the thread in whiskey.” Both Sam and Dean gave him a weird look. “What? At one point in time I was a Civil War medic. I wanted to do some good. Sue me.”

“So, back in the 1800’s it just one day occurred to you to soak silk thread in whiskey before stitching someone up?” Dean blinked.

Liam shrugged. “It was an odd hunch. I told you I get those from time to time. Anyway, it worked. I had the lowest death rate in the Union army.”

“Right,” Sam shook his head. “So, doctors who didn’t have insane revelations, they had to do whatever they could to keep infections from spreading. One way was maggots. It actually kind of worked because maggots, they eat bad tissue, and they leave good tissue. And get this. When they found our guy, his body cavity was stuffed full of maggots.”

“And you call me insane for using whiskey?” Liam shot him a look.

“A little antiques roadshow surgery, some organ theft. But why is this all sounding familiar?” Dean leaned back in his chair.

“Because you heard it before when you were a kid from Dad,” Sam answered. “Doc Benton...real life doctor, lived in New Hampshire, brilliant and obsessed with alchemy, especially how to live forever. So, in 1816, Doc abandons his practice and...”

“Right,” Dean nodded. “Yeah, nobody hears from him for like twenty years, and all of sudden people start showing up dead missing parts. Whatever he was doing was actually working. He just kept on ticking. Parts would wear out, he'd replace them. But I thought Dad hunted him down and took his heart out.”

“Yeah, I guess the Doc must have plugged in a new one,” Sam shrugged.

“Alright, where's he doing the deed?” Dean asked.

“According to this, Benton's picky about where he sets up his lab. He likes dense forest with access to a river or stream or some kind of freshwater.”

“Running fresh water to dump the bile and crap,” Liam nodded. “Yeah, makes sense.”

Sam pulled out a map and circled some areas in red. “So these are all the cabins. Most of them have been abandoned for years.”

Dean’s phone rang. It was Bobby. “Yeah?” Dean answered.

A few minutes later he hung up. “Bobby got a lead on Bela. Come on guys, we’re going after her. She’s in Vermont.”

“What? Whoa. Hold on a second,” Sam shook his head. “Look, I think we should stay here and finish the case.”

“You insane?” Dean blinked at him.

“Dean, there's no way she still has the Colt! That was months ago! She probably sold it the second she got it.”

“Well, then I'll kill her. Win-win. We're going!”

“People are dying here,” Sam argued. “We can’t just walk away for a wild goose chase. Even if you had the Colt, Dean, who are you gonna shoot? We have no idea who holds the ticket.”

“Well, I'll shoot the hell hounds then before they slash me up. Now, you coming or not?”

“I'm staying here.”

“No, you're not. because I'm not gonna let you wander out in the woods alone to track some organ stealing freak.”

“I’ll stay with him,” Liam said.

“No, I'm not gonna let you, either of you.”

“How are you gonna stop us? You gonna drag us both out at the same time?” Sam pointed out.

Dean stared at them a moment before huffing and throwing his bag over his shoulder. “Just be careful,” he mumbled before leaving.

The next day Sam got himself a rental car and he and Liam went to check out the cabins. “Just keep your eyes peeled,” he said to Liam as he parked and they got out.

It took a little while but they found the right cabin. There was a journal and papers on the table. Sam pocketed the journal. In the basement was a dead man with his chest ripped open. Not far away was a woman with skin missing on her arm and the wound covered in maggots. “Fucking gross,” Liam wrinkled his nose.

She woke up and started screaming. “It’s okay, we’re here to help you,” Sam tried to calm her but she wouldn’t be quieted.

The door upstairs opened and they heard footsteps coming toward them. They managed to escape out a little window with the woman and Sam carried her back to the car. Before they could drive off Doc Benton appeared out of nowhere and started slamming Sam’s head against the steering wheel. He managed to get the car in reverse and got away, and ran the doc over on the way out.

They got the woman to the hospital, then went back to the motel room to regroup. Sam called Dean while studying the journal he lifted. Of course, Dean had found Bela, but no Colt. There was a bang and a yell from Liam. Sam turned around to see Liam unconscious on the floor. “Liam!” he called out before an arm came from behind him shoving a rag into his nose and he too was out.

Sam came to strapped to an operating table, his eyes taped open and Doc Benton standing over him. “Liam!” he called out.

“I’m here!” Liam called back.

“You can relax,” Doc Benton said in a soothing tone. “It's all gonna be okay. Ain't nothing gonna happen here that you got to worry about, Sammy. Your chances of coming out of this procedure alive? Very, very high.”

“How do you know my name?” Sam asked.

“Oh, I know. You think I'm some kind of monster, don't you? Well, I got to tell you, I have never done one thing that I did not have to do. This whole eternal life thing is very high-maintenance. If something goes bad, like my eyes here, you got to replace them. And sometimes things get damaged, like when your father cut out my heart. Now, that was very inconvenient. So, I'm sure that you can understand all the joy I felt when I read all about myself here in his journal. Kind of makes this whole thing just feel like some kind of family reunion, don't it? Well, I guess it's about time that we get this thing started.”

The doc started to remove Sam’s eye when three shots rang out from behind him. He turned to see Dean holding a gun. “Shoot all you want.” He approached Dean, who shot him twice more. The doc threw Dean up against the wall and Dean plunged a knife in his chest. “A knife?” the doc laughed. “What part of immortality do you not understand? Pity about the heart, though. It was a brand new one.”

“Good,” Dean nodded. “It should be pumping nice and strong.” He held up a bottle of chloroform. “Sending this stuff throughout your whole body. See, I picked up your little bottle upstairs and dipped the knife in it.”

Doc Benton collapsed a few seconds later and Dean ran to let Sam and Liam up. “Are either of you hurt?” he asked.

“No,” Liam shook his head. “You got here in time.”

“What do we do now?” Sam asked, standing over him. “I mean, we can’t kill him, but we can’t exactly let him loose to keep stealing parts either.”

“I have a thought,” Liam said. “Got something to shut him up in?”

They found an old fridge and Liam drew a symbol on the inside of the door. “What’s that?” Dean asked.

“It’ll slowly suck the life out of him,” Liam answered.

Sam shook his head. “Another one of your random thoughts?”

“Yeah, why?”

Sam just sighed and they stuffed the doc in and chained it closed. Then they dug a giant hole and buried him.

“I found out a lot about our friend Bela,” Dean said on the ride back to the motel. “See, her parents died in a suspicious car crash exactly ten years ago today. When I visited her I also noticed she had devil’s shoestring above her door. What do you want to bet she made a deal with a demon?”

“She’s screwed,” Liam snorted.

“Yeah...” Dean stared out the window.

“Hey, don’t worry,” Liam leaned up to kiss Dean’s neck. “We’ll find Lilith and kill her.”

“Lilith?” Dean perked up. “That another one of your weird slips?”

“Yeah,” Liam sighed and sat back. “The closer to the end of your year we get the more it seems to happen. It’s like something inside me is all riled up, you know?”

Sam and Dean exchanged looks for a moment. “Yeah, well, while I was doing a little dance with Bela I felt her hand go into my pocket and take the motel receipt. That means we can’t stay there tonight.”

Time kept slipping by and they still couldn’t find a way to save Dean, even with the demon’s name. With just one day to go Dean had a nightmare about being chased by a hell hound. “Dean!” Liam shook him awake.

He opened his eyes and blood red ones were staring back. Dean yelled out in surprise and jumped back a little. “Something wrong?” Liam asked.

“No,” Dean shook his head and gave a little smile while panting heavily. “Just a nightmare is all.”

“Oh,” Liam nodded and kissed him softly. Dean couldn’t help but tense a little. “Can we just snuggle a little?”

“Uh, you know what, I should probably go see what Bobby’s got,” Dean said as he quickly slipped out of bed. Sam and Bobby were in Bobby’s study. “Is it just me or did Liam’s eyes suddenly turn red?” he asked.

“It’s sort of just you,” Sam answered. “I think what you saw is the real Astiratu. When he came to me his eyes and hair were blood red and the rest of him was Egyptian looking. A little unsettling...”

“Yeah, well, it’s freaking me the fuck out! How can I spend one last good day with him when he looks like some carnival freak show?”

Sam put a hand on his shoulder. “By remembering that no matter what color his eyes are he’s still the same person you pulled this idiot move for. Look, we're cutting it close, I know, but we're gonna get this done. I don't care what it takes, Dean. You're not gonna go to hell. I'm not gonna let you. I swear. Everything's gonna be okay.”

“Yeah, okay,” Dean nodded. “Just in case, any way to make him look normal again?”

“Afraid not, kid,” Bobby said as he spread a map of the United States out. “While your soul is still hell bound you’ll be able to see things the rest of us can’t, like what ain’t exactly human in a human body. Now...” He pulled out a pendulum looking contraption with three legs. “Are you sure Lilith is the name of the demon you’re looking for?”

Dean shrugged. “It’s all we’ve got since Liam made what I think was a Freudian slip.”

“This thing can really tell us what town she’s in?” Sam asked.

“When I get done, we'll know the street,” Bobby answered as he started the ritual.

The pendulum landed on New Harmony, Indiana. “Okay,” Dean nodded. “I will get freak show, I mean Liam and his knife, since that’s the only weapon we got that can kill her.”

Liam was packing when Dean walked in, and when those red eyes looked up at him a shiver ran down Dean’s spine. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, doing what Sam said and reminding himself it was the same person in there. “Babe, we found the bitch. Give me the knife and we’ll go gank her.”

“Oh, fuck no,” Liam shook his head. “I’m the reason you’re in this mess, and I damn sure intend to help you get out of it. I am not the marshmallow peep I look like. I can handle it. I’m not afraid of Lilith, but I am afraid of losing you. So yeah, you want my knife, you’re getting me too.”

Dean snorted and shook his head. “You don’t look much like a marshmallow peep to me right now anyway.”

“Oh. Well, then, good.”

They grabbed their stuff and headed out to the car. Bobby was waiting for them and Dean just kind of stared at him surprised. “Think you were going to leave with out me? Do I look like a ditchable prom date to you?”

“This is about me... Okay? This isn't your fight,” Dean said.

Bobby marched up and got in face. “The hell it isn't! Family don't end with blood, boy. Besides, you need me. You're playing wounded. Tell me, how many hallucinations have you had so far?”

“How'd you know?” Dean asked, swallowing hard.

“Because I’m smart. You already confessed to us to being able to see a half angel.”

“Wait, what?” Liam raised an eyebrow. “Is that why you’ve been looking at me like I’ve turned purple and don’t want me to touch you? What exactly do you see when you look at me?”

“Babe, please, I don’t wanna do this now. I just wanna go kill the bitch and start seeing you again.”

Liam rolled his eyes and got in the car. “I'll follow,” Bobby said as he headed to his own car. “Don't be stopping to pee every ten minutes either.”

They drove in silence, none of them really wanting to say what was on their minds. When they were almost there a cop car with flashing lights pulled out behind them. “I've got a busted tail light,” Dean sighed. “It's not like we're in a hurry or nothing.”

Dean pulled over and had his license and registration ready when the officer came up to the window. “Problem officer?”

“Licence and registration, please.” Dean handed them over. “Do you realize you have a tail light out, Mr Hagard?”

“Yes, sir. Uh… you know, I've been meaning to take care of that,” Dean nodded, giving the officer a funny look. “As a matter of fact...” In one swift motion he reached behind him to grab Liam’s knife he was clutching and opened the door fast. He punched the officer and then jammed the blade into his throat. Sparks flew and the officer fell down dead. “God, this thing burns!” Dean shouted as he dropped the knife.

Bobby pulled over behind them as Liam got out to retrieve his weapon. “You’re damned and it’s holy, what do you want?”

“What the hell happened?” Bobby asked as he got out of his car.

“Dean just killed a demon,” Sam answered. “How'd you know?”

Dean looked down at the dead officer, panting heavily. “I just knew. I could see its face. Its real face under that one. Like I can see Liam’s red eyes I guess.”

“My eyes are red?” Liam looked confused.

“Oh, yeah, freak show red,” Dean nodded. “Sorry, Babe, but you startled me this morning. I know it’s still you in there, I just… I’m getting kinda used it.”

“Well, anyway,” Liam sighed. “It’s clean up time.”

They put the dead officer back in his car and hid it in the woods under branches. “Actually, this new vision of yours could come in pretty handy,” Sam commented.

“Oh, well, I'm glad my doomed soul is good for something,” Dean sighed.

“Damn right it is. Lilith's probably got demons stashed all over town. We can't let them sound the alarm. She knows we're here, we're dead before we're started.”

They got back in the car and found the right house. They looked in the window through binoculars to see a little girl at the table with a dead old man, probably her grandfather, and two very scared looking parents. “It's the little girl,” Dean confirmed. “Her face is awful.”

“Alright then, let’s go,” Sam nodded. “We're wasting time.”

“Wait!” Dean put a hand out to stop him.

“For what?” Sam gave him a funny look. “For it to kill the rest of them?”

“Yeah, and us too if we're not careful. Look. See the real go getter mailman on the clock at nine PM? And Mr Rogers over there,” he pointed.

“Demons?” Bobby asked.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded.

“Then let me go take care of that,” Liam said.

“Liam, what are you doing?” Dean looked concerned.

“Dean,” Liam shot him a sharp glare. “The thing inside me with the red eyes, it knows what to do, and right now it is screaming for me to it.”

Liam disappeared into the dark for several minutes before returning. “Thing one and thing two are taken care of. See any more?”

Dean’s jaw hit the floor. “How did you…?”

“Are you gonna complain, or are we going to save your ass?”

“Are we really gonna kill a little girl?” Dean sighed.

“If it will also kill the bitch who holds your contract, yes,” Liam looked determined.

“She's gotta be stopped, son,” Bobby frowned.

Bobby went in one direction, and the other three toward the house. Suddenly they were surrounded by demons. “So much for the element of surprise,” Dean sighed.

“Go. Run!” Sam shouted and they took off for the house.

They reached the door and Sam started picking the lock. “What the hell is taking Bobby?” Dean looked around at all the demons coming after them.

Then the sprinklers come on, spraying holy water as a barrier. Sam finally got the lock and they went inside to search for Lilith. Liam found his way into the girl’s bedroom and silently pulled back the curtain to her bed. The girl was sleeping curled up next to her terrified looking mother. Without a second’s hesitation Liam moved to strike, his hand caught at the very last second by Dean standing behind him. “It's not her! It's not in the girl anymore.”

“You’re absolutely sure of that?” Liam shot him a look.

“No, I wanna feed myself to a hell hound again!” Dean shouted sarcastically. “I’m sure! She’s gone.”

Liam’s jaw clenched and he snorted. “Then what do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” Dean sighed. “It’s almost midnight.”

Dean grabbed hold of Liam’s arm and dragged him out of the room. He motioned for Sam to follow him down into a den. He turned to both of them, swallowing hard. “What am I supposed to do?” Sam asked, glancing at the clock with tears in his eyes.

“Keep fighting,” Dean answered. “Take care of my wheels. Sam, remember what Dad taught you, okay? And remember what I taught you. Whatever you do, take care of Liam, utilize this red eyed hunter on steroids.” He turned to Liam and grabbed his shoulders. “God, this freaky. I really wish I could see those beautiful gray eyes of yours one last time, but I know that’s not gonna happen, so… Please remember that I love you with everything in me. Don’t you dare go blaming yourself this either. Nobody forced me. I really wish I had more than one year with you, but the year I had, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. You made me happy, Liam. I wouldn’t even trade the moments I wanted to throttle you because you gave me something I thought I would never have.”

He kissed Liam deeply just as the clock struck midnight. A growl could be heard echoing through the room. Dean looked at the door horrified of what he saw there. He turned to Sam. “Don’t let him do anything stupid,” he pleaded with his brother.

Liam was crouched, ready for one hell of a fight again, but Sam pulled him back and held him tight. “Don’t get yourself killed too,” Sam whispered in his ear as the hell hound started ripping Dean apart.

“No!” Liam shouted in agony and tried to break free, but Sam kept a tight grip on him until Dean was gone. Then Liam moved to stand over him shaking. “You know what,” he sighed. “I can’t. I won’t.” he said like he didn’t have a care in the world anymore and handed his knife to Sam and walked out.

He wandered the streets until he found an open liquor store. He went inside and bought himself a big bottle of good Irish whiskey and plopped himself on the curb outside and started drinking. Around forty five minutes later the bottle was nearly gone. A man just happened to pass by when he passed out and started vomiting. The guy saw what was happening and raced over to turn him on his side and called an ambulance.

A nurse sat at the nurse’s station with Liam’s phone going through his contacts. The first name on the list was Bobby, so she called the number.

Bobby and Sam had just finished burying Dean when Bobby’s phone rang. “It’s Liam. Should I answer it?” he turned to Sam.

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “I mean, he’s hurting too, so...”

“What is it?” Bobby answered.

“Uh, hello,” a woman’s voice came on the other end. “I’m trying to locate a friend or relative of Liam Jameson.”

Bobby sighed and shook his head. “I’m his uncle. What’s the idjit done now?”

“Sir, I can’t give out details over the phone. All I can tell you is we have him here at the Memorial Medical Center ER.”

“Thanks,” he said as he hung up the phone and turned to Sam. “The dumb ass landed himself in the ER, nurse wouldn’t tell me how over the phone. Do we go get him, or leave him to rot?”

Sam sighed and shook his head. “Bobby, he may not be family to you, but he’s become like family to me. That, and Dean wanted me to take care of him. We go get him.”

Several minutes later they were at the hospital. Bobby walked up to the desk. “Hello, I’m looking for Liam Jameson. I’m his uncle, somebody called and said he was here.”

The receptionist typed into her computer and motioned to the waiting room. “Have a seat. I’ll let the doctor know you’re here.”

A half hour later a blonde woman doctor walked out. “For Liam?”

Bobby and Sam got up to follow her into a little room where Liam was lying out cold in a bed hooked up to a monitor. “Sir, your nephew was found in a liquor store parking lot, and he was brought in with pretty severe alcohol poisoning. To be honest, I don’t even know how he’s still alive, but by the grace of god he is.”

“What are you doing for him?” Sam asked.

“Well, we pumped his stomach and we’re giving him IV fluids. That’s about all we can do. His body has to sober up on its own with time.”

“Thanks,” Sam nodded to her. When she left he turned to Bobby. “You might as well go. Thanks for coming and trying, but…”

Bobby hugged Sam tight. “I’d do anything for you, kid. You sure you want me to go? You gonna be all right?”

“I… I don’t know,” Sam shook his head. “I’m just gonna wait here until he’s sober again and then I wanna go home to my girlfriend.”

Bobby nodded. “Just call if you need anything, and I do mean anything.”

“I will,” Sam gave him a little smile.

As soon as Bobby was gone Liam’s eyes opened, but they were glazed over and unfocused. “You selfish son of a bitch!” Sam shouted at him. “Dean just gave his life and his soul to save yours and you repay him by going and nearly dying yourself?”

“I needed a little help to not feel anything,” Liam mumbled, the words heavily slurred. “And I don’t. It’s fucking great.”

“God...” Sam clenched his jaw. “You’re a waste of breath until you’re sober. Go back to sleep.”

Sam pulled out his phone and called Natalie. “Did you save him?” she picked up, sounding hopeful.

“No.”

“Oh, god, sweetie, I am so sorry!” He told her everything that happened, including Liam’s stunt with the whiskey bottle. “Baby, I know it’s hard, but I wouldn’t be too hard on him. I don’t think he wanted die, just drink away the pain.”

“Yeah, he doesn’t feel anything now, and according to him it’s fucking great. Except I have to sit here by myself and feel everything. It fucking hurts!”

“I know, and I wish I could be there right now to wrap my arms around you both.”

“Yeah, well, as soon as the little drunk bastard is discharged we’re coming home for a little while.”

“I’ll see you then. Hey, if it makes you feel any better, when he wakes up he’s gonna have an ungodly hangover. I love you.”

“Yeah… I love you too.”
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