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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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Dean walked into the bedroom of the cabin they were staying in to find Liam lying on top of the bed completely naked. Dean gave him a once over before going to his bag to grab something. “Aren’t you cold?” Liam sighed deeply. “Something wrong?”

“You do realize it’s been a while since you’ve touched me. And apparently I do nothing for you anymore.”

“Liam...” Dean started looking him over again. “I’ve had a whole bunch of crap on my mind. Not exactly in the mood. You really shouldn’t take it personally.”

“I’m naked here, and the first thing out of your mouth is am I cold. How am I not supposed to take that personally?”

Dean sat on the edge of the bed and touched Liam’s chest, running his fingers down to his stomach. “Man, you’ve got a lot of scars. Liam, I do find you attractive, and I love you.”

“I will bet you anything that if you walked in on a hot naked woman your eyes would’ve popped out of your head.”

Dean sighed and he closed his eyes. “Just don’t. Between finding out that Bobby is still hanging around as a ghost and trying to figure out what the hell Dick Roman is up to I just… I get why you’re sensitive about it, but please quit.”

“Have a few minutes for me now?” Liam asked as he sat up and pulled Dean close to nibble on his neck in just the right spot. Dean moaned softly in pleasure and that caused Liam’s cock to harden.

“Oh, you evil little...” Dean chuckled and pushed Liam back down to pin him and kiss him passionately. Dean broke contact long enough to remove his shirt and toss it to the floor. Liam reached to pinch one of his nipples.

Liam pushed Dean back and gazed into his eyes. “Do you really love me?”

“I really do,” Dean answered and moved to nibble Liam’s throat just under his jaw while unzipping his jeans.

Dean finished undressing and grabbed the lube Liam already had out on the dresser and slicked himself up. Then he got back on the bed and slid inside Liam, claiming his mouth again as he started rocking his hips. Then he grabbed Liam’s cock to stroke it.

Liam moaned loudly and arched his back as he pressed into Dean. He whimpered as Dean rubbed up against just the right spot and his hands ran up Dean’s back. Dean started nipping at the side of Liam’s neck, his breath coming in ragged pants.

Dean picked up the pace and Liam ran his fingers through Dean’s hair, throwing his head back to give Dean better access and moaning in pleasure. “Oh god!” Liam gasped as he climaxed. Dean captured his mouth again and let out a deep moan as he blew his load inside Liam.

Dean pulled out of his lover and snuggled up next to him. “That relieved a lot of stress,” Dean smiled while he tried to catch his breath. Liam let out a little sigh and turned his head away. Dean kissed his exposed neck. “I just can’t seem to win with you. Since I obviously can’t figure it out on my own, please, just tell me what you want.”

Liam turned back toward him. “I want to feel desired obviously, but I don’t want to feel like I’m just being used for sex. I want… It’s so hard to describe what I want. Every time you check out a hot woman and don’t give a second glance to a good looking guy it chips away at me. It makes me wonder what the hell we’re doing.”

Dean kissed the tip of his nose. “I wish I could explain it and put it into words, but I really can’t. The whole package that is you just does it for me. It’s not a purely physical thing, which I guess is why just looking at a good looking guy doesn’t do much for me. It’s just… I happen to be very much in love with a person who’s got one of these,” he grabbed Liam’s now flaccid penis. He let it go and his hand moved up to rest on Liam’s belly. “I hate it that you feel so insecure, but I don’t know what to do. I can’t control what does and does not arouse me any more than you can. Could you just snap your fingers and get turned on by a woman?”

“No. I have had sex with a woman before though. Only twice though.”

“Twice?” Dean raised an eyebrow. “Were both times the same woman?”

“Yes.”

“And what drew you to her?”

“I don’t know. It was one of those things that just kind of happened. I was working as a cook at this diner and was outside on break when she came up to me and started flirting. I don’t know why, but I flirted back and she invited me to her place when I got off. I ended up skipping out early and we talked and next thing I know…”

“And then it happened again?”

“Yeah, a few nights later when I had a night off. I liked her, but Dean, it didn’t last past that second night.”

“Uh, probably because of the whole vampire complication, am I right?”

“That was a big part of it, yes. Relationships with humans were always tricky. They always ended up asking questions that I couldn’t answer. The main one was why I never ate or drank anything. Everyone always wanted to go out to dinner with me. The second most common question was why I never went outside during the day.”

“Reasonable questions that you don’t have to worry about anymore. Anyway, Sam is working, and I think we should join him.”

Dean got up and got dressed, and Liam did the same. Sam was standing by the wall where they had a bunch of papers pinned up. “You guys have each other, and I have my hand, real fair there,” Sam commented.

Liam blushed. “You could tell what we were doing?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “Dean is pretty quiet, but you are one noisy little hobbit.”

The lights flickered and they reached for their guns. Bobby then appeared. “Hey, go easy, you idjits. Sorry for the jump scare.” Then he disappeared, but reappeared a moment later. “Damn it. It’s hard to stay focused. I’m still kind of worn out.”

“You’ve been pretty busy for a dead guy,” Dean commented.

“Alright. Listen. I don't know how long before my next ghost nap, so let's just skip to the skinny. Those numbers I gave you...”

“The empty lot in Cheeseville?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, well, it ain't gonna be empty for long. I got a gander at Dick's big plan, right before he Lincolned me. They're breaking ground, what month is this?”

“Uh, April,” Sam answered.

Bobby sighed. “Ground’s broke. They’re building as we’re yammering. Check it out yourself. It's all right. I mean, you guys missed it because you've been kind of busy killing ghosts the past few days. But Dick is about to get into the Soylent Green business. That site'll show you they're building a biotech lab, right? Biotech my ass. That sucker is a state of the art slaughterhouse. And we're the beef.”

Dean blinked. “Don't you think that's a little bold, even for Dick?”

“I bet you no one will even notice because first he's gonna dumb us all down with Turducken style munchies. Make us docile.”

Dean shook his head. “Yeah, we haven't been to Biggerson's since that whole fiasco.”

“Biggerson's? He's bought a list of joints ten pages long. Next, he's gonna cure us.”

“Cure us of what?” Sam asked.

“All the biggies, cancer, AIDS, heart disease. Let's just say they got an affinity for stem-cell research.”

Dean sighed. “The, uh, leviathan real estate mooks building that cancer center.”

“They're not hunting anymore. They're engineering the perfect herd. Now, we've gone up against plenty liked to eat a few folk in the woods. This ain't that. This is about knocking us off the top of the food chain. This is about them levis living here forever, one percenter style, while we march our dopey, fat asses down to the shiny new death camps at every corner.”

Sam’s laptop made a noise and he turned to look at it. “It's an email. From Frank.”

“Frank's alive?” Dean looked surprised.

“That jackass, always stealing my thunder,” Bobby grumbled.

Sam started reading. “Sam and Dean, if you're reading this, I'm dead... or worse. This email was sent because some prince is trying to hack into my hard drive right this second. So unless it's you, you got trouble. My drive is full of compromising info. Your new aliases, hangouts… Even though he encrypted the crap out of his drive, he says we should assume that someone can hack into it eventually. He did put a tracking device in it.” Sam clicked on a link in the email and a device tracker popped up. “Alright, let's see where Frank's drive is.”

It popped up at Richard Roman Enterprises. Dean hung his head. “Perfect. It's in the middle of the Death Star. Alright, well, off to Chicago.”

Bobby held a hand up. “No, wait, boys, you can't just break in. They know your mugs. What if we mailed in the flask? Then I could ghost through the joint. I mean, it's not like Dick can kill me twice. What, you got a better plan? Come on. Just because I'm dead doesn't mean I don't know how to do my damn job.”

Sam looked up at him. “Bobby, that's Dick's office.”

Dean nodded. “I think what Sam's trying to say is, what happens if you run into Dick and, you know... go vengeful. You know it's not something you can just shake off.”

“Come on. Give me some credit. What, I'm supposed to just ride the pine?”

“Sorry, Bobby.” Sam shut his laptop and they all started to go pack.

“I don’t know about you two, but my anxiety and depression level just shot through the roof,” Liam commented.

Dean pulled him in for a tender kiss. “Hey, we’ll figure something out. We always do.”

It turned out Frank was really crafty. Not only was there a tracking device on the drive, but they managed to get a sneak peek at who was trying to crack it. They tracked her all the way to her apartment where she looked pretty freaked. They entered and Dean closed the door. “It's all right. We’re not gonna hurt you.”

She picked up a plastic sword. “Get away from me, you shapeshifter!”

“Look, we're not shapeshifters,” Sam assured her. She hit him with the sword and the blade broke. “Jeez!”

Dean took the sword away from her. “Look, we're not leviathans, okay? You want us to prove it? You know what borax does to them?”

“Yeah,” she nodded.

“Sam?” Dean turned to his brother. Sam pulled out a bottle of borax and they each poured a little on their hand. “Huh? Your turn.” Charlie took the bottle and splashed a little on her hand. “Good.”

“Who the hell are you guys?” she asked. They sat her down and explained everything as best they could. “So you're saying, you guys are monster hunters. So, there are other monsters? Stop. Never mind. Okay, I get how you tracked the drive, straight GPS, but it's still at the office. How did you find me?” Sam opened his laptop and showed her the video footage of her at her desk. “Aw! Son of a gun jacked my webcam?”

Dean shrugged. “Welcome to Frank.”

“It's creepy, but I'll give it to him. So you're telling me everything he had on his drive is true.”

Liam nodded. “That and more.”

“Wait. How long did it take you to crack into Frank's drive?” Sam asked.

“A day or so.”

“Is there anything you can't hack into?”

“Not yet.”

“How about Dick Roman's email?”

“Why would I... Oh. He's one of them.”

“No. Uh, he's their leader.”

“So what's the end game, steal our resources, make us some slaves?”

Dean cleared his throat. “Planet wide value meal. We're the meat.”

She looked even more freaked. “You can't be serious. Okay. Alright. Let's do this. What am I looking for?” she sat down at her desk.

Dean stood up. “Well, for starters, uh, anything about archaeological dig sites.”

“Like Indiana Jones stuff?”

Dean shrugged. “All we know is that Dick has been digging all over the world, and we need to know what he's looking for.”

“You know, I was having a really good week. I met someone, downloaded the new Robyn album. Everything was coming up me. Oh, crap.”

Sam gave her a sympathetic look. “Look, we get it sucks.”

“No, not that. This. Dick's email isn't on the company server. It's on a private one in his office.”

“Meaning?” Dean looked at her.

“Can't get in it unless you have his phone or you're at his desk,” Liam answered.

Dean gave him a funny look. “You know that, but you can’t operate a cherry picker? Whatever, you’re weird, but we’ve established that already. So you're saying that if we're inside Dick's office, then we can hack into his email?”

Charlie shook her head. “You can't. Only someone like... But I sure as hell ain't doing it. I am doing my job and... What are the chances I see everything on that drive and Dick lets me live anyway?”

“I think you know,” Sam looked at her.

“So I erase the drive first, protect me and you. Then I go back to my old life, right? What?”

Dean sighed. “It's not that easy. You're on Dick's radar, which means you don't have an old life anymore.”

“I'm gonna die. I should have taken that job at Google.”

Sam gave her a little smile. “Look, Charlie, it's okay if you can't do it. I mean, you didn't volunteer for this.”

“Totally. Exactly. But now I volunteer.”

“What?” Sam looked surprised.

“I got to go back in anyways to wipe Frank's drive. Might as well break into Dick's office too.”

“Are you sure?” Sam asked her.

“No. But these things are gonna eat everyone I know. What kind of douchebag stands by for that? However, I have never broken into anything in real life before, so... plan?”

“You got a Bluetooth?” Dean asked.

“Yeah.”

“Security system, can you get into that?”

“I can reroute any surveillance cameras we need.”

Dean nodded. “Alright. Let's start with that.”

“Do you have a key card to get in the building?” Sam asked.

“Uh, yeah. I can't duplicate it, but I can make a fake backing.”

Later that night the three of them sat in the back of a black van with a computer set up. Sam pulled the security feed up. “See this? I can put each camera on a prerecorded loop. Once I do that, she'll have fifteen minutes.”

Dean sighed. “Fifteen minutes ain't a lot of time.”

“No,” Sam agreed. “She said if it took longer to hack his desktop, then she deserved to be eaten.”

Dean smiled. “I like her.”

They watched Charlie stand outside the building on the screen. Dean’s eyes narrowed. “Wait. Is that... Son of a bitch.”

“What?” Sam asked.

“Look at her bag.” Dean pointed to Bobby’s flask in a side pocket.

Sam raised his eyebrows. “Bobby. Wait. You think he, uh...”

“Hitched a ride after we told him to cool his jets? Yeah. What the hell's he thinking?”

“He's not. So what do we do, call the whole thing off?”

Dean shook his head. “We’ve only got one shot at this.” They heard Charlie singing over the audio feed. Dean picked up the phone. “Charlie, it’s Dean. Are you singing?”

“I sing when I'm nervous. Don't judge me.”

“Judgment free zone. Listen, uh, check the side pocket in your bag.”

She found the flask. “Oh. Thank you,” she picked it up and took a drink. “Good idea.”

“Yeah, no problem. Look, that's, uh, kind of a family heirloom. It's a good luck charm, okay, so don't lose it.”

“Copy that. Okay. Let's do this.” She didn’t move.

“Uh, Charlie?”

“I'm having a hard time moving.”

“You can do this.”

“Uh, I'm not a spy. No, I can't do it. I can't.”

Sam took the phone. “Charlie, hey, it's Sam.”

“I'm sorry, Sam. I'm sorry. I just...”

“It's okay. Uh, listen, who's your favorite ‘Harry Potter’ character?”

“Uh, Hermione.”

“Hermione. Well, uh, alright, did Hermione run when Sirius Black was in trouble or when Voldemort attacked Hogwarts?”

“No, of course not.”

“What did she do?”

“She kicked ass. She actually saves Harry in practically every book. And then she ends up with the wrong-”

“Uh, stay on track. Okay, so she kicked ass, right? So, then, what are you gonna do?”

“I'm gonna kick it in the ass.”

“Good girl.”

“Oh, you go, dumble-dork,” Dean commented. Liam smacked him in the shoulder. “Ow! What was that for?”

“You know I really like ‘Harry Potter’.”

They watched Charlie go into the building and up to level four like she did normally every day. Then Sam hit a button so that the footage of an empty elevator would play on a loop. “I'm in. I've always wanted to say that.”

Dean picked up the phone. “You're on the clock. Move.”

“Hey, there's a big ass guard up here, blocking the door. What do I do?”

“Just wait him out,” Dean instructed.

“He's not going anywhere.”

“Okay, uh, you work there every day. Do you know the guy?”

“I guess. I mean, I've seen him. I've never talked to him.”

“Okay, when you've seen him, does he look at you, or does he just kind of slide his eyes by?”

“Um... eye contact? I don't know. He always kind of smiles a bit. I don't really...”

“Good. What you're gonna do is you're gonna walk right up to him, and you're gonna flirt your way past.”

“I can't. He's not my type.”

“You're gonna have to play through that.”

“As in he's not a girl.”

“Oh. Pretend he has boobs.”

“Worse.”

“Well, I don't know. Um... Do you have any tattoos? Give him a little sneak peek there. All tattoos are sexy.”

“Mine is Princess Leia in a slave bikini straddling a twenty sided die. I was drunk. It was Comic Con.”

“Give me that,” Liam grabbed the phone. “Hey, it’s Liam. Look, do and say exactly what I tell you to, okay? Walk up to him with a confident but coy smile for starters.”

He flirted with the guard through her, all the way up to asking to use the executive washroom. It worked. “I feel dirty,” she sighed.

Liam shrugged. “You get used to it.”

“The eagle is landing. Going radio silent.”

Dean grabbed the phone. “Let us know when you're out.”

“So, guess we just wait?” Sam looked at his companions.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Liam, you are really good at flirting with men.”

Liam smirked. “I can have pretty much any gay man I want. Let that sink in a minute.”

Dean thought about that a moment. “That makes me feel a little a little nervous, but at the same time special.”

Liam pulled him in for a quick kiss. “Just feel special.”

After a little while Dean sighed. “You know what? New plan. From now on, we just stay in the van and send in the ninety pound girl.”

Sam shook his head. “Dean, every chomper on earth knows our face. How many do you think are in that building? We wouldn't make it past the lobby.”

Dean frowned. “Yeah, I know. Doesn't mean I got to be happy about sending in freaking Veronica Mars.”

“She'll be fine, or we'll go in.”

Dean nodded. “And get as far as we can. Damn right.”

“Hey, guys,” Charlie’s voice came back over the phone.

“Hey,” Dean sounded relieved.

“Sending you all the flagged dig files now.”

“Charlie, you are a genius!” Sam smiled.

“I know. It's a problem. Damn it. Hey, Pete! Guess we're both on deadline, huh?” They listened to her talk to a guy for a minute. “Hey, guys, you still there?”

“Yeah. What the hell was that?” Dean asked.

“Oh, just my manager, the monster.”

“Leave,” Dean instructed.

“I can't. I got to act normal. I told him I was working. Let's just finish this.” She opened a bunch of emails concerning a package leaving Iran and the digs stopping. “Are you seeing this?”

Sam read the emails. “It looks like Dick stopped digging days ago.”

“Why?” Charlie asked.

Dean shrugged. “Guess he found what he was looking for. Can you check?”

“Way ahead of you. Looking at travel reports, expenses... Here we go. Something in his suitcase left Iran last week. Spent the last seventy two hours in armored cars and private planes. Whatever it is, it's coming here for Dick tonight. So, what the hell is it?”

Dean sighed. “I don't know. Whatever it is, he wants it bad, which means we got to grab it, end of story.”

“Well, it's landing at a private airport near here, crap, right about now. A courier's set to pick it up.”

“What's the exact landing time?” Dean asked.

“Forty two minutes. Can you make it?”

“We can try. Uh, all right, Charlie, one more favor, and then get the hell out of there.”

“What do you need?”

“More time.”

“Then let's get you some. Travel department's emailing Dick. Suitcase still en route, but diverted by weather and will be thirty minutes late. I'll finish mopping you guys off the drive and get the hell out of Dodge.”

“Call us when you're clear.”

“Text you from the border, bro.”

Dean turned to Liam. “Hey, genius, I need a power clean bomb.”

“And you can’t ask nicely?”

“Just get in the car and do it.”

They raced to the airport. Dean grabbed the suitcase bomb from Liam. “You stay in the car. This will go smoother if it’s just me and Sam.”

“But...” Liam protested.

“No buts. We don’t have time.”

Liam sighed and stayed in the backseat. Sam and Dean came back a little while later with another case. “So now what?” Sam asked as they all stood by the open trunk.

“See what we've won.” Dean opened the case and found something wrapped in cloth, which he uncovered.

Sam blinked. “Did we just steal a hunk of red clay?”

Dean shrugged. “That's a good question. Why don't we answer that a few thousand miles away from here, though? Now where is Charlie?”

They hurried back to Roman Enterprises. Just as they got there they saw Charlie try to get out and she couldn’t. Moments later the glass doors shattered, but didn’t fall. They got out of the car and crashed through the glass doors. Charlie was on the floor holding her arm. The security guard and Charlie’s supervisor approached along with Dick. “Dean, he's one of them!” Charlie shouted.

Dean threw power clean on Pete and Liam attacked the security guard. Sam helped Charlie up and Liam was pinned to the wall by the security guard. “Go!” he shouted and Dean and Sam started to retreat with Charlie with Dick chasing after them.

Bobby appeared between them and Dick. “Not so fast, Dick,” he growled. Then he threw Dick into a display before flickering out.

Dick shook it off and sat up. “Alright, enough! Show yourself. Let's do this like real monsters.” He tried to get up but was shoved back down. “Ha! You got to do that again. That tickled.”

Dean stood there, his gaze going between Dick and Liam being held by the guard while he squirmed. “Get out of here, you idiot!” Liam shouted.

“Dean, come on!” Sam shouted.

Sam carried Charlie out and Dean ran after them. Liam suddenly flew out the door and landed roughly on the sidewalk. He immediately scrambled to his feet and ran to the car. As soon as he was in Dean took off. “Everyone okay?” Dean asked.

Charlie shook her head. “No. Why didn't you kill him?”

“Because we can't yet,” Sam answered. “But we will.”

“The really evil ones always need a special sword. Oh, okay. I'm gonna pass out now.” She leaned into Liam and was out.

“You in one piece, Babe?” Dean asked.

“I landed funny on my ankle, but I’m alive.”

They went to a hospital to have Charlie and Liam checked out. Charlie had a broken arm and Liam had a badly sprained ankle. Then they took Charlie home where she packed up her belongings and they drove her to the bus station. They walked in with her, Liam on crutches. “Come on, hobbit, move it along,” Sam teased him.

Liam shot him a glare. “I’d like to see you get used to these damn things in only a few hours.”

Charlie turned to them. “I left your dumb flask on the back seat, by the way. Worst good luck charm ever.”

Dean handed her her bag. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.”

Sam gave her a small smile. “So listen, um, we can't thank you enough.”

“Actually, you can. Never contact me again, like, ever. Deal?” She held out her hand to him.

He shook it. “Deal.”

She shook Liam’s hand, then Dean’s. “Keep your head down out there, okay?” Dean patted her good shoulder.

“This ain't the first time I've disappeared. You think my name is really Charlie Bradbury? Please. So, good luck saving the world,” she gave them a Vulcan salute. “Peace out, bitches.”

They watched her board a bus and Dean shook his head. “She's kind of like the little sister I never wanted.”

“We got to talk,” Sam pulled his brother into an empty corner.

“What, you mean before we get back to the car and the flask?” Dean asked.

“Exactly. So, what the hell happened back in the lobby, Dean?”

“Man, if I had a free shot, I'd have bitch slapped the hell out of Dick.”

“Yeah, but, I mean, Charlie got her freaking arm broken. And the way he threw Liam and gave him a sprained ankle.”

Dean sighed. “He didn't mean to do it.”

Liam shrugged. “I’m in pain, but I won’t complain too hard. If my options were being dead or a projectile with a sprained ankle, well...”

Dean looked to his brother. “Yeah, I’m not gonna complain about him not being dead either. Sucks that he’s hurt, but...”

Sam sighed. “He's not in control, not about Dick. That was vengeful spirit crap.”

Dean nodded. “I know. But it's still Bobby.”

“But if he really goes there, he won't be anymore, and then we won't be able to pull him back. And then what are we supposed to do?”

“I know. Look, let's just figure out what that thing we stole is, and then we'll figure out what the hell to do with Bobby.”

Dean walked off to the car and Sam and Liam followed. A day later they were knocking on Becky’s door. A very pregnant Becky answered. “What do you want?”

Sam blinked. “Wow. You definitely are pregnant.”

She glared at him. “You think I would lie about that?”

Sam met her gaze. “It wouldn’t be the first time you pulled some major deception to manipulate me. Anyway, I just wanted to check in with you, see how you were doing.”

“Super,” she said sarcastically and motioned for them to come in. “What happened to him?” she asked when she saw Liam on crutches.

“The job,” Dean answered. “He nearly got killed.”

Liam hobbled in. “But with a stroke of luck I escaped with a sprained ankle.”

“I’m surprised you care about me,” Becky waddled over to the couch and sat.

Sam sighed. “Don’t pull that crap. You called me and told me the baby was mine, so I care about the baby, and you kind of because he or she is inside you at the moment.”

“It’s a boy, and at my last check up he was doing fine. Would you like to see the sonogram?”

“Sure,” Sam nodded.

Becky pulled herself up and went to get a sonogram picture to show them. Sam took it and smiled softly. “Wow… Yeah, that’s a baby.”

Becky took the picture back. “Yeah, and when does this child support thing kick in? Because doctor appointments and stuff, they’re expensive.”

Sam shook his head. “You wanted a baby, and you got one. Natalie isn’t giving out a dime until the kid is born and a DNA test comes back that he is mine.”

Becky huffed. “I called you and told you because it was the right thing to do. You really think I would lie about this?”

Sam shrugged. “Becky, I really don’t know. You thought it was perfectly acceptable to slip me a love potion, so trust between us is just not there. I’m sorry, but you made the bed. For all I know you got it into your head that a baby would trap me. It’s not like women have never tried that before. It’s not going to work though. Even if I didn’t already have a kid with someone else it wouldn’t work.”

“Did you get a DNA test for that kid too?”

“No. The big difference being I trust Natalie. And around the time John would’ve been conceived I do remember having sex with her. Anyway, just stopped by for a minute to check on you. We’ve got a lot of really important stuff to do.”

They turned around and left. “I can’t picture her being a mother,” Dean shook his head when they were in the elevator.

“Me either,” Sam sighed. “But what can I do? The deed is done.”
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