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Hunting Humanity	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1867 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Dean drove until he found a crossroad. Everything he needed was in the trunk. He put everything in the box and buried it, then stood back to wait. “Oh, look, it’s Dean Winchester,” a woman’s voice came from behind him. He turned around to see a dark haired beauty in a skimpy black dress. “And what can I do for you today?” she approached him carefully.

“I wanna make a deal. Bring Liam back, and I get ten years with him.”

“Oh, Dean, you really are that thick aren’t you?” she laughed. “Since your soul would make quite the prize the boss would never wait that long for it.”

“Five years then,” Dean practically begged.

She shook her head. “No, the boss will want you right away. However, it really warms a girl’s heart to see a man willing to sacrifice himself for love. I really shouldn’t, but tell you what I can do. I can give you a year. That way you can get your affairs in order, kiss your man goodbye, and make sure he’s taken care of.”

Dean hesitated a moment, his hands balled up into fists. “Okay, done!”

The demon leaned in to kiss him, holding it a little longer than needed. “There,” she smiled evilly. “Your ex-vampire is now alive and well, and you’ve got one year with him.”

Liam was still on the couch. Natalie had called the doctor back to fill out a death certificate so Dean could lay claim to what was left to him. Then Sam had decided that Liam deserved a proper burial in a graveyard. Natalie was making the arrangements when Liam’s eyes suddenly snapped open and he took a deep breath. Sam walked into the room with a cup of coffee, and when he saw Liam sitting up he dropped the cup, and it shattered as it hit the floor. “What was that?” Natalie came in when she heard the crash. Then she saw Liam and her eyes went wide. “Oh my lord...”

Liam rubbed his eyes. “Can someone tell me what just happened?”

“I don’t know,” Sam shook his head. “But I have the sinking feeling my brother is behind it.”

“You’re probably right,” Natalie agreed as she knelt down to start cleaning the mess.

Liam checked himself out. The welts, the stab wounds, it was all gone and there was only flawless skin. Something was definitely rotten in the state of Denmark. “Let me talk to Dean when he gets back.”

Natalie called a new doctor out just to make sure Liam was in tip top shape. The exam revealed he was healthy as a horse. Soon after the doctor left Dean’s car pulled in the driveway. It was a relief to see him because Liam knew the brothers’ reputation in the demon world. He’d been afraid Dean wouldn’t come back.

When Dean came in the door Liam was standing in the doorway of the sitting room with his arms crossed. “What did you do?”

“You know what I did,” Dean couldn’t look him in the eye.

“Say it out loud,” Liam demanded.

“I couldn’t deal with losing you. I told you I wouldn’t be able to. So, I made a deal. I only got a year.”

“So, now I have to deal with losing you!” Liam shouted. “How could you do such a selfish thing?”

“It wasn’t selfish!” Dean argued. “Well, not completely selfish anyway… Being human again was your dream. You worked so damn hard to get it. I wanted you to have it, and not just two very sick and miserable days.”

Liam slapped Dean hard and stormed off up to his room. He pulled out his phone and turned on a little Disturbed to match his mood as he just sat on the bed. Sam entered the sitting room shaking his head while Dean rubbed his cheek. “Dude, I think you deserved that after what you did.”

“Yeah, I probably did,” Dean couldn’t argue.

After three hours Liam’s stomach demanded he venture down into the kitchen. He found the remains of a beef roast and started making himself a sandwich. He could sense Dean in the doorway, but he just stayed there until Liam put the knife down out of easy reach. Then he moved behind the blond man to wrap his arms around him. “I’m sorry. I acted blindly out of grief and fear.”

Liam turned around so that they were nose to nose. “What really gets me is you claimed to have been thinking about me, but you really weren’t. I’ve been around a very long time, and I’ve had to deal with a lot of loss. “Jack, Evan, Jason, Michael, and Curtis… Thing is, I had time with all of them. I’ll get to see them again one day too. In fact, I don’t remember clearly, but I think I was with them when you had me dragged back here. And then you… You’re telling me I’ll only get a year with you, and where you’re going I’ll never see you again.”

Dean sighed. “I know it was crappy of me to put you in that situation. I just needed more time with you. Please forgive me? Sam and Natalie have already read me the riot act.”

Liam grabbed his sandwich and a glass of water and took it over to the table to eat. “I don’t hate you.” He knew that weighed heavily on Dean’s mind. “I’m just very angry with you right now. Give me a few days.”

“I can do that,” Dean nodded, looking a little relieved. He headed up to bed to let Liam eat in peace. Everything tumbled around in his mind while he undressed and climbed into the bed. What he’d done was incredibly stupid, but if Liam ended up having a long happy life, he didn’t really regret it.

He was still awake when Liam came in and climbed into bed with him. “Don’t read anything into this,” Liam said as he snuggled close. “I’m still mad at you. I just can’t sleep alone.”

Dean gave a small smile as he pulled Liam’s head to rest on his shoulder. He listened to the other man’s soft breathing, and was able to tell when he fell asleep. Dean closed his eyes as well and tried to relax until he too fell into a dreamless sleep.

Liam did not have a peaceful rest. He dreamed of having to watch hell hounds rip his lover apart. He woke with a start sometime in the late morning. Dean was still asleep, so he kissed his lover’s cheek and slipped into boxers and a pair of jeans. He visited the bathroom before heading down to go out on the porch. As much as he hated the way it came about, he had to admit he liked being out in the sunlight with the warm rays beating down on his exposed skin. He’d really missed this.

Before he could sit and sort things out, a rope came around his neck and a gun was pointed in his side. “We’re going to fix this mess,” he heard John’s voice. “You’re going to come with me and we’re going to return your life to get his back.”

Liam tried to yell for help, but the rope tightened and cut off his air. He had no choice but to get in John’s truck. They drove all through town to a run down motel. John dragged him into a room with books scattered all around and tied him up to a bed. Liam watched as John prepared for a ritual of his own. If there was a way to save Dean he wasn’t entirely opposed to it, even if it meant he would have to die again. His eyes did widen though when he saw the big knife. That he was very opposed to.

John was just about to start when Liam’s phone rang. John answered after a few seconds. “Don’t try to interfere!” he barked before hanging up on whoever it was.

John started chanting, and very soon there was a loud bang on the door. “Don’t fucking do it, Dad!” Dean’s voice came through the closed door.

John growled. There was no time to do things the way they should be done now. He took his gun out and shot Liam twice in the stomach. Liam cried out and tried to get free. Getting shot as a human was definitely worse. The door was kicked in several seconds later and Dean leveled his gun at his father’s head. “Stop, or I swear to god… You can’t keep meddling in my life like this. I did something stupid and I’ll have to deal with it. We are not giving Liam’s life back! It might not even work anyway. They want a Winchester in the pit so fucking bad… And hell, even if it does work, what’s to stop me from giving my soul away now to bring him back a second time?”

John aimed his gun at Liam’s head. “You really want to be this much of an idiot over something that used to be a vampire? I distinctly remember teaching you what’s dead should stay dead.”

“Please… stop...” Liam pleaded, his voice weak. He was losing a lot of blood from the wounds. “No one is making any more deals.”

“Listen to your… whatever he is. Let me finish and you’ll have your memories and your life back. Or, you can call an ambulance and pray they get here in time. Personally, I’d take the first option since he doesn’t seem long for this world… again.”

Dean lowered his gun and moved over to Liam, untying him and wrapping his arms around the blond. “Just go. I mean it when I say I don’t ever wanna see you again.”

Natalie called an ambulance and Sam started dismantling the ritual. “Go, Dad,” Sam urged. “If you don’t, I’m pretty sure Dean is gonna shoot you, and I won’t try to stop him. You are causing more problems you’re solving.”

John grumbled, but gathered his things and left in a hurry. The ambulance arrived in record time. As before when Dean was attacked, they quickly took stock of the situation. They too decided to scoop and run. Two police officers came as well. One looked around the room for evidence while the other took out a notepad and cornered Dean. “What happened here? How did your friend end up with two bullets in him?”

“A robbery gone bad I guess,” Dean shrugged. “All I know is that my brother, his girlfriend, and I decided to go get something to eat. My boyfriend said he had a headache and to bring something back for him. When we came back we heard the shots and this guy ran out.”

“Did you see what he looked like?”

“No. It all happened so fast and I was so freaked out. I don’t remember anything that can help you. Can I please go to the hospital to be with my boyfriend?”

The officer nodded, taking their names and giving them a card with a number to call in case they remembered something. Dean raced to the hospital. He knew he probably wouldn’t get to see Liam right away, but he just had to be there. They entered through the ER and moved through the small crowd of people up to the desk to get any information they could. The receptionist told them to wait and someone would be out to talk to them soon.

About an hour passed and a female doctor with long brown hair tied in a pony tail came out. “For Liam?” she called out. Dean, Sam, and Natalie stood and they followed her back to a little room with three chairs. The doctor sat down and gave them a little smile. “I’m Doctor Plank, I worked on Liam when he came in.”

“How is he?” Dean asked with worry as he sat down in one of the white plastic chairs.

“Well, he lost a lot of blood. Fortunately, nothing vital was hit as far as we could tell. I stabilized him and sent him up to surgery. That’s where he is now. The surgical waiting room is down the hall to the right.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” Dean nodded.

On the way out a nurse handed Dean some paperwork and told him to fill it out for Liam as best he could. Dean sighed because he really didn’t know as much about Liam as he should have. The guy had documents, but they were all in Liam’s wallet back at the house, and Dean had no clue if a Social Security card was among them let alone what the number was. He doubted even Liam knew if he had any allergies. Dean wrote down what he did know and handed the papers back. “We’ve only been together two weeks,” he felt the need to explain.

The nurse just shrugged and filed the papers away. Dean went back to the surgical waiting room and started pacing. At one point Natalie threatened to tie his ass to a chair if he didn’t sit down. After about four hours another nurse in light blue scrubs came out. “Your friend is out of surgery, but he isn’t awake yet and still in critical condition, so only one visitor at a time.”

Dean shot up out of the chair and followed the nurse back to the ICU into one of the rooms. Liam was in a bed with his eyes closed looking very pale. He was hooked up to a monitor and an IV was in his arm. An older looking gentleman with gray hair and glasses dressed in a white coat over teal scrubs came in. “Hello,” he held his hand out to Dean, who took it. “I’m Doctor Solarcyk, and I had the pleasure of operating on… your partner is it?”

“Yes, he’s my partner,” Dean nodded.

“Well, I can tell you he’s very lucky. The bullets made quite a mess of his small intestines, but that was the extent of it. I sewed him back up and cleaned out his abdominal cavity as best I could. There is still the threat of infection of course, so I took the liberty of ordering antibiotics as a precaution.” Great. More infection to deal with. That was the cause of his demise the last time. “Any questions for me, young man?”

Dean moved to Liam’s side and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “When will he wake up?”

The doctor put a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “That is a question I cannot answer. We gave him a light dose of anesthesia to put him under for the surgery. That should be wearing off soon. However, his body has just been through quite a lot of trauma. Only he can decide when it’s time to wake up. I’ll leave you now, and someone will be in to check on him in a little while.”

Dean sat down beside Liam, holding his hand and willing his lover to wake up. Two hours passed before Liam’s eyes opened and he groaned. “I thought hospitals had drugs.”

Dean laughed. “They do have drugs. Here, let me call a nurse.” He reached to press the call button before getting up. “I’m gonna go let Sam and Natalie know you’re awake and okay.”

A nurse in pink scrubs came in as soon as Dean left. “Good to see you awake,” she smiled. “How are you feeling?” she asked as she started to check his vitals and type everything into her computer on wheels.

“Like I got my guts ripped out.”

“I’m sorry,” she frowned. “We wanted to wait until you woke up to give you anything for pain. I’ll be right back.” She left and came back in only a few minutes with a pole that had a blue box attached it. She opened the box and ran his IV through it, pressing a few buttons and closing the box. Then she took a little clicker connected to the box and pushed the little red button at the top. The box made a beeping sound and seconds later Liam’s pain was chased away. “Feel better?”

“Much,” Liam sighed.

“Okay, hun, this is a morphine drip. Whenever you feel pain just click this button,” she pointed to the clicker before setting it down within his reach. “There’s a safety on it so you can’t dose yourself with too much, okay?”

“Okay,” Liam nodded. He was beginning to feel a little dizzy and sleepy, but he tried to stay awake because he’d been asleep too much already.

“Alright, if you need anything just press your call button.”

As the nurse left Natalie came in to see him. “Hi,” he gave her a goofy smile and a little giggle slipped out. “I’m probably not going anywhere for a while.”

“That’s right, Mr. Cavanaugh,” another doctor came in. “Hello, I’m Doctor Fish, and I’ll be the one taking care of you while you’re with us. The surgeon’s notes say your insides were a mess, so I think we’ll keep you for a few days to watch you for infection.”

Liam nodded. The doctor put a hand on his foot for a moment before leaving. “I sent Dean back to the house to see what daylight looks like and to get cleaned up,” Natalie said as she took a seat. “How are you doing, sweetie?”

“Better now that I’ve got morphine.”

She chuckled. “I bet. I was telling Dean the house hasn’t been this active in a long time.”

Natalie sat with him for a little while before letting Sam have a turn. Liam felt a little awkward around Sam, but the two made idle chit chat. He cared about Sam, and Sam cared about him, but it wasn’t like the relationship he had with Dean. Liam started to feel a little hungry so he ordered something to eat. When he finished his meal Dean was back.

Sam left them and Dean sat beside the bed, taking his lover’s hand. “I wish I could crawl into that bed with you right now and hold you. They would probably frown on that though, and moving you might hurt you.”

“I wish you could too,” Liam squeezed his hand. While he was still angry about what Dean had done, almost dying again had caused him to decide not to let that stupid act keep them from making the most of the year they had. “Slow healing sucks. Listen, I want you to take care of yourself while I’m in here, okay? Maybe a nurse can get you a cot or something to sleep.”

“I’ll behave,” Dean promised. “Even if that means leaving the hospital for a while here and there.”

The nurse brought in the paperwork Dean had tried to fill out so Liam could fill it out now that he was awake. A police officer also came to see him to talk about the shooting. Liam also did not give John up. Instead he spun a story of someone knocking on the door pretending to be room service and trying to rob him. The description he gave was of the last hunter he’d killed.

The nurse came back to check his vitals again and ask if he needed anything. He asked for more water and a cot for Dean. The nurse told him it was really against hospital policy, but she would get him one anyway. She came back about fifteen minutes later with a little roll away bed, a blanket, and a pillow. She set it up by the window. It was a little crowded in the small room, but they would make due. Dean thanked the nurse and moved to the bed.

Liam’s stomach hurt again so he pressed the button and started feeling dopey once more. “I’m sorry I’m not good company,” he frowned with his eyes closed.

“Don’t worry about that, babe. You just concentrate on healing so you can come home.”

Liam nodded and forced his eyes open. He looked over at the monitor and just watched his vitals on the screen for a few minutes. It was a trip that he he even had vitals to monitor. “I forgive you, by the way. I’m still not happy about it, but I like being alive, except for the getting shot part.”

Dean moved to kiss Liam on the forehead. “I really like you being alive too, except for the you getting shot part.”

“It’s just… I’ve had three hundred and thirty eight years on this planet. The day we did the ritual just happened to be my birthday, but the point remains, you only get one more year, and you’ve only had how many years?”

“Happy belated birthday,” Dean gave Liam a soft kiss. “You should’ve said something. Anyway, to answer your question, I’ve had twenty seven years.”

“But you see the point? I’ve been around a hell of a lot longer. Shit, I’m practically a dirty old man,” he laughed. “Although, does time reset itself since I’ve been de-vampired? If that’s the case, then I just turned twenty one.”

“Quit worrying about math and rest,” Dean ordered.

Liam nodded and closed his eyes. Because of the morphine coursing through his veins it wasn’t long before he was out like a light again.
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