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Hunting Humanity X	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1093 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam entered the war room one morning with a bowl of cereal and found Dean at the table looking through books. “Dude, you even move since last night?”

“I was in bed until Liam fell asleep. He wouldn't let me leave otherwise.”

Sam frowned. “There's a reason for that. Dean, we’ll find Cas, okay? He’s stronger that he looks.”

“You know, we gambled with Cas, and now Amara has him.”

“For a reason, which means he’s still alive.”

Dean sighed. “I’ve been with Amara. Her beef is with the big guys, with God, with Lucifer. The small fries, even an angel like Cas, doesn’t even register. And if it meant hurting Lucifer, killing Cas would mean nothing to her.”

“It’s been a week. We’ve still got no leads.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Dean snapped as he got up from the chair.

“So we get back out there. We get back to work. We keep moving. We keep working. We’ll catch a break on Cas. We have to. It’s karma.”

“You know, karma’s been kicking us in the teeth lately.”

“Yeah.” Sam put down his bowl and opened his laptop. “So let’s kick it back. Here, check this out. Libby Strauss. Uh, went missing near Gunnison, Colorado. Now Libby’s friend claimed she was carried off by a mutant creature with green eyes.”

“Demon?” Dean wondered.

“That’s what I thought, but it gets better. The friend chased after them and she found Libby, only it wasn’t Libby anymore because now she too is a green eyed mutant.”

“Demon swap suits?”

“Only one way to find out.”

“I don't know,” Dean didn't seemed convinced.

“Come on,” Sam urged. “I bet if you asked Liam he'd say we should check it out too.”

“He doesn't like it here.”

“Mostly because we've all been here for weeks on end chasing our tails. Trust me on this.”

“Okay, I'll go find my cute blond and tell him we're going on a road trip.”

They drove out to Colorado and visited the sheriff's office to find out what law enforcement knew. “How many missing do you have?” Sam asked the sheriff.

“Six, all in the last forty eight hours. They’re disappearing one by one,” she answered.

“Okay, uh, let’s start with Libby Strauss. I understand that she was from out of town?”

“Uh, she and a friend were visiting from Tuscon. Libby was the first reported missing.”

“But all the rest have been local?” Dean asked.

“All residents,” the sheriff confirmed.

“You got any leads?” Liam asked.

“The only eyewitness I have is the friend. Not the most reliable source.”

“Why is that?” Dean asked.

“She and Libby were on the last legs of their cannabis tasting tour. Fumes still coming off the girl when I questioned her.”

“Have you had anything odd like this happen around here before?” Sam asked.

The sheriff nodded. “Twenty seven years ago. About a dozen residents went missing. Twenty seven years before that, another eight disappeared.”

“All within the same time frame? Couple days?” Dean asked.

“Same time of year too.”

“And how far back do the disappearances go?” Sam asked.

“That’s it. The town’s only been here since the fifties. It was all virgin forest till they found coal here.”

“So then how do people explain the missing?” Dean wondered.

“Mostly they don’t. People come and go in this town. I’ve only been here two years, myself. There are some old timers with their theories.”

“Such as?” Sam prodded.

“Town’s built on an Indian burial ground. Forest folk are pissed because we stole their coal.”

“And what’s your take?”

“We’re a small town. People get bored, they get fed up, they leave. Once a few get free, it’s like a jail break. Encourages the others.”

“Every twenty seven years like clockwork?” Dean raised an eyebrow at that.

“Honestly, I’m just focused on the missing that I have right now. You’re welcome to take a look at the files, talk to the witness. I’ve got panicked residents I need to talk down.”

“Sure,” Sam nodded as she left the room.

“What the hell is going on here?” Dean wondered out loud.

“No idea. Whatever it is, it’s moved in. Or keeps coming back for seconds. Alright, I’ll go check on the reports on the other missing,” Sam said as he got up.

“I guess that leaves us Ganja Girl,” Dean turned to Liam.

Dean and Liam went to an interview room to get Cori's story. She was clearly upset over what had happened. “You’re gonna say I was hallucinating. The weed was laced with PCP or something,” she said as she kept her arms crossed.

“It’s okay, Cory, just tell us what you remember,” Dean tried to put her at ease. “And nothing is too strange or weird to mention.”

She hesitated for a moment. “The thing that took Libby was naked and pale. Except for the eyes. I swear to god, they flashed green for a second. And it didn’t have any hair. Anywhere. It was shaped like a man. Or was it a woman?”

“Was it a man or a woman?” Liam asked.

“It didn’t have a...” she pointed downward.

“A penis?”

“It didn’t have anything.”

“What, you’re saying it was junkless?” Dean found that interesting.

“Completely.”

“Okay, uh, anything else unusual you can remember? Sounds? Smells?” Dean probed her for more.

“Definitely sound. When I found Libby, when she was just standing there, shivering, shaking.” She recounted finding her friend, but running away. “It wasn’t Libby. I don’t know what it was.”

“The buzzing was coming from her body?”

Cori nodded. “We heard the same sound right before that thing jumped out at us.”

They caught up with Sam and grabbed a bite to eat. Dean told his brother what they had found out from the girl. “Green eyes, buzzing. Weed alone doesn’t conjure up that kind of scenario. Isn’t that right, Sam?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Dude, I was eighteen.”

“Sinner.”

“It was college. It was probably oregano anyways.”

“Rebel,” Dean kept teasing.

“You’re an idiot. Look, I’m coming up empty also. Uh, nothing on Junkless or the green eyed shaker.”

“So we think Junkless turned Libby?”

“Hold up. We’re not actually gonna go with Junkless on this, are we?”

“Eh...” Dean shrugged.

“Dude, that’s a new low, even for us.”

“We don't have anything better to call it yet,” Liam pointed out.

Dean sighed. “Well, something happened. You got the eyes, the buzzing.”

“Yeah, I know you’re right. This can’t be a coincidence. Uh, here, I found this,” Sam picked a file up off the table. “The, uh, the sheriff who was here in ’89, Cochran. Those are his notes. There’s no mention of buzzing. But he seemed to be closing in on some of the missing, and then his notes, they just kind of abruptly stop.”

Dean looked over the notes. “He take a flyer, too?”

“No. he remained sheriff for a few more months. He ended up resigning and, uh, then he fell off the radar. I asked around the station, but that was a few sheriffs ago, so...”

“Nothing?”

“The dispatcher said she thought he moved to Florida, but that was a dead end.”

“Well, this case is going nowhere fast,” Liam mumbled. “Is there anything useful?”

Sam flipped through a few more papers. “Wait a second. Most of the witnesses in ’89 and ’62, they’re all dead or they’re moved away, but there’s does seem to be one holdout from the ’89 case, Etta Fraser.”

“Let’s go talk to Etta,” Dean got up from the table.

They found Etta and sat with her in her living room. “Your husband was one of the people who disappeared in 1989,” Sam started to interview her.

“Oh, my second husband. Barely that. Pete only stuck around a couple months.”

“So he left voluntarily?” Dean asked.

She chuckled. “Pete was volunteering himself all over the place. Right before he disappeared, people saw Pete diddling two different women in public, separate occasions.”

“You mean they actually saw him in the act?”

“What does diddling mean to you? Uh, Pete was never a showman, but apparently, Doris Kagen and Missy Petersen brought out the hog in him.”

“Doris and Melissa, uh, Missy, they disappeared that year too,” Sam said.

Etta scoffed at that. “Oh, yeah. Surprise, surprise. I’d bet my mortgage Pete ran off with one of them.”

“But you reported him as missing.”

“Well, he didn’t come home for three days. I thought he was dead in a ditch somewhere. We didn’t find out about the women for a long time after.”

“Is that white sage?” Sam thought he smelled something.

“Yeah, you know your herbs,” she gave him a little flirtatious smile.

“You, uh, planning on taking a trip?” Dean motioned to some suitcases in the hall.

“Uh, yeah, I’m going to stay with my sister a few weeks.”

“Any reason?” Liam asked.

“You’re gonna think it’s real out there.”

“Well, you’re be surprised at the kind of crazy we hear,” Sam gave her a smile.

“Well, when Pete went missing and we found out about the women, my grandma said that he got the chitters. According to her, once a generation around the spring equinox, people in town start going nuts, have orgies, copulating in the woods. And then they disappear, never to be heard from again.”

“Well, that’s certainly one explanation for Pete,” Dean said.

“I never really, um, believed what she said, but now people are disappearing again. She always said burn sage to protect yourself.”

“So why did she call it the chitters?” Sam asked.

“Oh, that was the word Gran used to describe the sound coming from the woods when the orgies were happening. Yeah, kind of a buzzing, rattling.”

“Did your Gran ever mention something about, uh, green eyes?” Dean asked.

“Oh, yeah. Gran said that if you got the chitters, you get so revved up with lust that your eyes would shine like emeralds.”

Sam was starting to feel uncomfortable with the way she was looking at him, so they thanked her and left. “So, we got spring equinox. Which was yesterday,” Sam said when they were headed back to the car.

Dean nodded. “Orgies, buzzing green eyed freaks. Sounds like a rager.”

“So I guess back to the books,” Liam sighed as he got in the backseat.

“Yep,” Dean confirmed. “But let's pick up a six pack first.”

“I don't like beer.”

“That's okay because you can't handle your liquor.”

While they were doing research the sheriff called. A girl came in really freaked out, mumbling about green eyes and her friend being killed. They headed in to the police station to interview her with the sheriff. “We ran, and then another one with green eyes came from nowhere. It was Coach Hollister,” she told her story.

“Grant Hollister?” the sheriff couldn't believe it.

“He attacked us. He had these teeth that were pointed. He ripped into Cliff. I could hear him screaming, but I ran. He killed Cliff.”

“Did you by any chance recognize the couple that was uh...?” Sam asked her.

“It was one of the Deaver brothers, the tall one, and Mrs. Limoski.”

“You’re sure about this?” the sheriff asked, and the girl nodded.

“Did you see anybody else?” Dean asked.

“I couldn’t see their faces, but I’m pretty sure there was more of them down the alley, past the couple. I could see them moving around.”

“The, uh, the couple that was going at it, would you say this was an orgy-like situation?” Dean was uncomfortable asking the question.

“I’ve never seen an orgy.”

“Enough,” the sheriff stopped the questioning and walked out.

“Excuse us a second,” Sam said as the three men got up and followed her out.

The sheriff turned toward them. “I got a dead kid minus a chunk out of his neck and all the people that girl ID’d missing.”

“Were missing. Yeah, they’re all having sex with each other,” Dean pointed out.

The sheriff sighed. “Then there's that. Putting aside the fact that Rob the fireman is screwing the librarian, and I am friends with his pregnant wife, now I’ve got two witnesses claiming they saw what? I don’t even know. Aliens? Attacking people. Yeah. What is this? Spanish Fly gone bad?”

“Well, I can honestly say this is a new one for us,” Dean said.

“I gotta go contact the families.” The sheriff left.

“So we have confirmed orgy-ish behavior,” Dean turned to his companions.

Sam nodded. “Yeah, just like Etta’s husband.”

“The chitters, whatever the hell is causing that,” Liam sighed.

“Well, we should go check the crime scene,” Sam suggested.

Dean's phone rang, and he answered it. “Agent Lewis. Whoa. Hey. Cori, calm down. Where exactly? Alright, I’m on my way.” He hung up. “Ganja Girl’s pretty hysterical, says she just saw her friend walking in the woods. She’s too freaked out to go, so...”

“You guys go. I’ll grab the alley,” Sam said.

“Great,” Dean nodded. “Let's get this figured out.” Liam followed him out to the car.

They drove to the edge of the woods and got out. “There's the buzzing sound everyone is talking about,” Liam commented on the noise coming from the woods.

Not too far in they spotted a girl just standing there with her head down. The rattling sound was coming from her. “Libby?” Dean called out to her. The noise stopped and Dean cautiously approached her. “Hey, Libby, there’s a whole lot of people looking for you.”

She looked up, her face pale and dirty. Then she snarled and her eyes flashed green. Out of nowhere a male tackled Dean. He struggled with it while Liam tried to pull it off. Liam was thrown into a tree, and the creature was about to hit Dean again when a man came out of nowhere and decapitated it.

“Either of you hurt?” a second man asked as he came out of the woods.

“I'm good. Thanks,” Dean panted.

“Nothing a hot bath won't fix,” Liam answered as he got to his feet.

The one who killed the creature was still stabbing it in the chest. “Jesse, I think it’s dead,” his partner said.

“Just making sure,” Jesse said as he stood up.

“Who the hell are you guys?” Dean asked.

“You wouldn’t believe us,” Jesse answered.

“Sure we would,” Liam assured the guy. “I know a hunter when I see one.”

“You... Are you...?” Jesse was stunned.

“Why else would we be out here where strange things are happening?”

“Maybe we should go somewhere and talk,” Dean suggested. “I'll call my brother, he can meet us. I don't know about you guys, but I could go for a bite.”

They agreed, and after Dean called Sam to catch him up, they went to a little diner. They sat together at a table and a waitress brought them some beers. “You don't drink?” Cesar asked when he saw that Liam only ordered a soda.

“One, he doesn't like beer,” Dean answered for him. “He likes whiskey, but he's a horrible lightweight, so we keep him sober while we're working. Safer for everyone that way, but don't mind him.”

“What he said,” Liam took a sip of soda.

“So, how long you guys been hunting?” Dean asked.

“Together? About seven years,” Jesse answered. “And we’ve heard of the Winchesters, but we also heard you bit it a couple years ago.”

“Ah, that’s a long, ugly story.”

“Hey,” Sam came in and took a seat at the table.

“Sam, hey. Uh, Jesse and Cesar,” Dean made the introductions.

Sam shook their hands. “You guys are hunters, right?”

“Yeah,” Cesar nodded.

“I’m surprised we never ran into you.”

“Well, we’re mostly in Mexico. Sometimes we make a run over into Texas.”

“Nice. Uh, nothing in the alley, by the way,” Sam told his brother.

“You guys have any idea what we’re hunting?” Dean asked the other guys.

“They’re called bisaan. It’s a kind of cicada spirit,” Jesse answered.

“We couldn’t find any lore on them,” Sam said.

“They’re rare, at least in America. People think that they originated in Malaysia, in the forests there.”

“So what are they doing here?” Dean asked.

“What they always do. Every twenty seven years they come up from the underground, and they mate like crazy for a few days. That generation dies off, and the whole cycle goes on repeat.”

“So they're reproducing?” Sam asked.

“Explains the orgies,” Liam commented.

“But we’re dealing with townsfolk here. I mean, they didn’t just crawl out of a hole a few days ago,” Dean was a little confused by it all.

Jesse pulled out his tablet to show them a picture. “This is what surfaces. Bisaan can’t reproduce on their own, so they take over a human body to do the deed. They enter through the mouth, like a hermit crab climbing into a shell.”

“Only they don’t care that the shell’s not empty,” Cesar added.

Dean took a sip of beer. “Well, that explains Junkless.”

“What about the buzzing?” Sam asked.

“It’s how they communicate. It’s a mating call,” Jesse explained.

“And you, um, kill them by taking off their heads, I see,” Dean said.

Jesse shrugged. “Seems to do the trick.”

“How do you guys knows so much about these things?” Sam wondered.

“One of them took my brother twenty seven years ago,” Jesse told them.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Sam said.

“I’ve been waiting years to come back and have this shot at them. So, I hope you understand, I’m gonna ask you three to take a step back from this one.”

Dean nodded in understanding. “Well, catch us up. Where have you guys been?”

“In the woods, where the action is, looking for their burrow and saving your asses.” Cesar scoffed at that. “What?”

“Well, one of the reasons we’ve been holed up in the trees is because Jesse hates the town and everyone in it.”

“Because they’re ignorant and useless. They didn’t believe me twenty seven years ago, they’re not gonna start now.”

“It’s boneheaded not to be following leads in town.”

“Hey, nobody stopping you from talking to the whole box of crackers.”

Dean couldn't help but chuckle. “Ah, you guys fight just like brothers, almost as bad as us.”

“Well...” Cesar paused a minute. “It’s more like an old married couple.”

“That's...” Dean chuckled again, earning a harsh look from Cesar. “Oh, no, it's just that instead of being like me and Sam, you're more like me and Liam, which is even more complicated.”

“So you two?” Cesar understood then.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “For like ten years now. We even got married. Funny, I just kind of thought we were the only ones that, you know... Kinda dumb to think that.”

“Not that dumb. You're the first we've run into. But yeah, all the extra worry.”

“Right,” Dean nodded. “It's not like he can't take care of himself, usually, but there's always that fear.”

“And always being together,” Liam added to the conversation. “I mean, better than being apart most of the time, but sometimes he gets on my nerves, especially when he ogles women.”

“Jesse, you’re from here. Do you know anything about the sheriff, Cochran, who worked the case back in ’89?” Sam brought the topic back to the case.

“That son of a bitch was incompetent. He shut himself away years ago,” Jesse answered.

“Do you know where he is?”

“Turned tail, ran off into the hills, couple towns over. Lives like a hermit.”

“Can you take us there? Uh, it seems like he was honing in on some of the missing.”

“We need to find the burrow,” Jesse insisted.

Cesar sighed. “Jess, we’ve been beating around the woods for two days.”

“That’s where they are. You saw the tracks,” Jesse argued.

“I can keep searching on my own. We’re losing.”

“Why don’t Liam and I go with you? We’ll start where we got jumped,” Dean offered.

Jesse reluctantly agreed. He left with Sam, and Cesar got into the Impala with Liam and Dean to go back to the woods. “How long do we have before these things are gone?” Dean asked.

“We gotta find the burrow tonight. By tomorrow, the bisaan will be underground, dying. Won’t be able to find them or their eggs. And Jesse will wait another twenty seven years.”

“Well there’s five of us now,” Dean tried to be comforting. “We’ll smoke those sons of bitches.”

“Yeah, it’ll eat him alive if we don’t.”

“It’s hard to watch someone go through that, isn’t it?”

Cesar nodded. “Yeah. I never had a brother or a sister, but I’ve seen it over and over, when someone loses someone when they’re young. It never heals over. And the insane thing is, how many hunters have you seen over the years get their revenge?”

“A few.”

“Yeah. Me too. And they are never fixed, are they?”

“No, I guess not. But, you gotta help him get that revenge anyway.”

“Even after Jason got the vamp that killed his brother, he never stopped hating vampires with a passion,” Liam commented.

“Who is Jason?” Cesar asked.

“Uh, let's just say hunters seem to be my type.”

“Oh. You break up, or...?”

“Heart attack. He was older, and hunters don't tend to take great care of themselves, so... I try to get Dean to eat a salad once in a while.”

“I ain't no rabbit,” Dean mumbled.

They started searching the woods again silently with flashlights. Deeper in they found tracks and followed them. They had gone pretty deep in when the snap of a twig made Cesar turn around. He was attacked out of nowhere and his cry made Liam turn around and punch the creature in the face. It took off running. “You good?” Dean asked Cesar.

“Go!” Cesar motioned for Dean to follow the creature.

“Stay with him,” Dean ordered Liam before taking off.

“You wanna go with him, don't you?” Cesar said to the blond as he checked out his injured leg.

“Yeah,” Liam admitted. “But he's been hunting most of his life, I'm sure he'll be fine.”

“Since we're just waiting, you said something about him checking out women. And that bothers you?”

Liam looked down at his feet. “It's kind of a special circumstance. He always saw himself as straight until he met me. We found out that it was a cupid who caused that original spark that turned his world upside down. He didn't like it at first, but decided to stop fighting it and be happy.”

“Well, odd things happen. You are very attractive, and if you make him happy, that's something. He said you've been together ten years. I wouldn't call that a whim.”

“Yeah, but the one time I caught him intending to cheat on me, it was with a woman.”

“Ouch. But I wouldn't worry too much. I saw the way he looks at you. How he talked about the worry you go through when hunting with someone you love. He's head over heels.”

“He did sell his soul to bring me back from the dead.”

“Seriously?” Cesar raised an eyebrow at that.

“Yeah, but he already went to hell, and then was brought back by an angel. It was a whole thing. Our lives are interesting to say the least.”

“Sounds like it.” They both jumped when Dean came back. “You lost it?” Cesar was worried.

Dean shook his head while panting. “No. I followed it. I saw where it went. I think I found the burrow.”

“Thank god.”

“I think that’s why he attacked you. He was being protective.”

“Of what?”

“The females, the burrow.”

“Oh, that makes sense. Must be laying their eggs by now.”

“You gonna be all right?”

“Yeah. Where are we headed?”

“It's a hike.”

“That's okay.”

“I tried to call Sam, there’s no service.”

“Do you think the whole brood’s there?”

“If we're lucky.”

“Let's go.”

“What were you guys talking about?” Dean was curious.

“You,” Liam smirked. “Don't worry, it was all good.”

“You got yourself a good one,” Cesar patted Dean's shoulder. “If I wasn't already attached I'd try to steal him.”

“Then we'd have a problem,” Dean said as he started leading the way.

They walked deeper into the forest until they came to an old abandoned mine. Dean kicked down the door and they started exploring, Dean and Liam going down one tunnel, and Cesar another. Dean and Liam came across a woman on the ground who looked like she was very pregnant. Dean leaned down to check for a pulse, but didn't find one.

“What the hell?” Liam cocked his head to the side when whatever was in the woman's belly moved and glowed green.

“Must be the larva,” Dean said with a disgusted look.

Dean was suddenly attacked from behind by one of the creatures. It knocked him to the ground, and Liam lopped off its head. “You okay?” the blond helped his partner up.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded.

They jumped when they saw a light, but it was Cesar joining them again. “I hate it when I lose my blade.”

“Yeah, that's why it helps to have partners,” Dean patted Liam on the shoulder.

“What is this place?” Cesar looked around.

“It’s a maternity ward/subway station,” Dean said. “Mothers are already dead. Males weren’t protecting them, they were protecting the eggs.”

Cesar looked down at the dead woman. “They must gestate inside for years until they hatch.”

“Yeah, well, these aren’t. I got about five gallons gasoline in the car. I’ll go pull her around,” Dean started back for the car.

When they reached the car Jesse's vehicle pulled up. “Did you guys find the burrow?” Sam asked when he got out. Dean nodded.

“Where are they?” Jesse seemed a little excited about that.

“They’re in the mine. Don’t worry, they won’t be coming back out. We just gotta take care of the eggs,” Dean said.

“You okay?” Jesse asked Cesar.

“Hell, yeah. It’s finally over,” Cesar smiled.

“You wanna finish them off?” Dean offered Jesse a gas can.

Jesse walked into the mine without saying anything. “Let’s give him a minute,” Cesar said to the guys.

When they followed Jesse in he was on his knees by a pile of remains of old victims. “Ah, jeez. Hey, bro. We found Matty,” he sobbed. “Oh god.” He picked up a leather wallet from the body and pulled out a nickel.

“We’ll give him a proper burial,” Cesar assured his partner.

“What about the others?” he looked around at all the other bodies.

“Worry about your brother,” Liam said. “Let us worry about everything else.”

It was a long night destroying the eggs and taking care of all the bodies in the mine. When the sun came up Jesse and Cesar had built a funeral pyre for Jesse's brother. Sam, Dean, and Liam stood back and let them have their privacy.

Sam was deep in thought as he watched. “You know, whenever you and Dad used to leave me to go hunting, and I wouldn’t hear from y’all for a while, I, um, I was always sure that some vamp or rugaru, or take your pick, I always figured one of them finally got ya. I tried to think what to do, you know, the next step to take. I was just lost.”

“We came back though, every time,” Dean said. “And look at Jesse, I mean, he turned out all right.”

“They’re a good team,” Sam nodded in agreement.

“They are. I was thinking maybe they could give us a hand with Amara, you know, with Cas.”

“Fresh eyes. Could use the extra muscle too.”

When Jesse's brother was finally laid to rest they all started walking out of the woods. “You know, it’s a good thing you guys had that fire extinguisher,” Liam said.

Jesse nodded. “Yeah, for a second there, I thought the whole mine was gonna go up in flames.”

Cesar smiled. “Yeah, you loved it. Like twenty seven birthdays and Christmases all in one fireball.”

“Well, you’re awfully upbeat for a guy who spent half the night in a cave,” Dean commented.

“That’s because we have a deal. When we finished this hunt, if we caught them, we hang up our spurs,” Cesar explained.

“Nice,” Sam smiled a little at that.

“Unless your hides need saving,” Jesse turned to them.

“No, we’re all set,” Dean answered quickly with a smile.

“So, uh, what’s freedom look like?” Sam asked.

“Nice little spread in New Mexico,” Jesse answered. “We’ve been paying on it for years. Set foot on it about twice?”

“Gonna raise horses. And if that goes bust, Jesse used to be an EMT,” Cesar added.

Jesse raised an eyebrow at that. “Oh, so now I’m supporting your ass?”

Cesar chuckled and patted his shoulder. “It’s time to start living.”

“Good luck with that,” Liam smiled. “Even if it is a dry heat, I'd die.”

Dean laughed. “Oh yeah, he gets real whiny when he's hot. He gets whiny when he's tired... Still want him?”

“What am I, a pet?” Liam shot Dean a glare.

Cesar laughed. “You keep him. I have a feeling you'd miss the whining when it was gone.”

“Yeah, I probably would,” Dean admitted.

Cesar and Jesse got into their SUV and drove away. Sam, Dean, and Liam got into the Impala. “Couldn’t do it, huh?” Sam looked to his brother.

Dean shook his head. “No, didn’t feel right.”

“Yeah. I know what you mean. Two hunters who make it to the finish line?”

“Yeah, you leave that alone,” Dean said as he started the engine.

“You think they'll actually stop?” Liam wondered out loud.

“I think so,” Dean nodded as he pulled out onto the road.
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