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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 was in the library with his tablet when Dean came in with a beer. “You look more relaxed lately,” Sam commented.

Dean smiled a little. “Yeah. I don't know if Cesar said something to Liam while they were alone, but he seems, well, better I guess.”

“What's that?” Sam motioned at a red stripe like mark peeking up from the back of Dean's shirt.

“What is what?” Dean tried to play stupid.

“That red mark. Looks like someone whipped you. Wait, you didn't...?”

Dean blushed a little. “You know that comment I made a while back about a Zorro mask?”

“I don't want to know, do I?”

“He added cowboy boots and a bull whip. I didn't know he could get that creative. I didn't hate it.”

“Yeah, I really didn't wanna know,” Sam shook his head. “What I really want to know is are your suits clean?”

“Yeah, Liam washed them yesterday. Do you have something on Amara?”

“Maybe. It's a long shot. Uh, Hope Springs, Idaho. A guy named Wes Cooper killed himself after killing a co worker. According to the reports though, nobody knows why. Apparently he was a perfectly happy guy, and then snap.”

“So, what? Possession?”

“Or he was soulless.”

“It ain't much, but given what we got, I'll take it.”

“And exactly what are we going to do, throw rocks at her?” Liam walked into the conversation. She's God's sister. Lucifer and a Hand of God were impotent. How do we even...?”

“So you just wanna sit here and do nothing?” Dean was a little agitated suddenly.

“No, but I'd like to at least know what her weakness is, if she has one.”

“We're going to look into this. It may not even be Amara. But if it is, we might get a better clue as to what she's got planned.”

“Fine,” Liam sighed. “I'll get my things.”

“Liam,” Sam called out and the blond turned to look at him. “I know the situation is bad, but we, well, mostly I released her into the world. We've gotta do something.”

“I know,” Liam said as he turned to go to his bedroom.

They drove out to Idaho and their first stop was the police station to speak to the sheriff. “Appreciate the FBI taking an interest in this case. We don't really see things like this around here.”

“Hey, you mind if I knock off, Sheriff?” a female officer next to him asked.

“Let me guess, Art's back? Newlyweds. You can go home after you show Agent Greer the ME files.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Sam walked over to her desk to look at the files. “What do you have on Wes Cooper?” Dean asked the sheriff.

“I talked to his friends, family. Nobody can make heads or tails on why he did this. We have a witness who overheard Wes before he took his own life. He was saying things that sounded out of character.”

“Yeah? How so?”

“Wes said that his life was meaningless, nobody loved him. It was like every negative thought he had ever had came spilling out.”

When they were back in the car Sam turned to his brother. “This is definitely Amara's doing. You remember how the people who were out in the fog when she was released, their veins turned black?”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “That's something that's kinda hard to forget.”

“Wes had those markings. She must be here.”

“So now what do we do?” Liam asked.

“What we always do,” Dean said as he started up the car. “More research, and try to contain the damage.”

The sheriff woke them early the next morning with a call about another strange murder. They pulled up to the house in time to see the coroner loading a body into a van. “Sorry I woke you boys,” the sheriff said as they walked over to him.

“No, it's all right. Just, uh, why don't you tell us what happened here,” Dean said.

“Harris didn't show up for work this morning. We called, tried her CB, nothing. So, I swung by here. I found Art on the kitchen floor, Harris' shotgun right next to him. She... It looks like Deputy Harris shot her husband point blank in the face. Then left the scene.”

“Did you notice anything off about Deputy Harris' behavior the last couple days?” Sam asked.

“No. Nothing at all.”

“When was the last time anyone heard from her?”

“Called in for the last time yesterday. Said something about seeing some fog rolling in. I don't know why she cared about the damn weather.”

Sam and Dean exchanged a look. “Would you get into contact with your dispatch officer? Tell her to let us know if she gets any more reports like that again,” Dean said.

“You serious?”

“Yeah, just to be safe.”

“And do you have any idea where Harris might be now?” Sam asked.

“No. But we can track her vehicle from our office.”

“You said you found a cure for this before, right?” Liam asked Sam when they were back in the car.

“Yeah, but we're gonna need a lot of holy oil.”

“What are we going to do?” Liam curled up in the backseat.

“Calm down and take a breath,” Dean said. “We'll get through this somehow.”

They met the sheriff back at the station and he got into the system to try and find out where the deputy went. “I can't make heads or tails. Harris is was our computer person.”

“Can I give it a shot?” Sam asked as he moved to look at it.

An officer hung up the phone. “Sheriff? Matt and Emmy just called in. They said they saw some fog rolling in by Jasper Hills.”

“Did they say where it was headed?” Dean asked.

“West. Towards town.”

Dean let out a little sigh. “Okay, call them back, tell them to get inside, shut their windows and doors and seal it up, and stay the hell away from that fog. Then get the word out to everybody in town. They need to do the same damn thing.”

“Hold on. What are you talking about?” the sheriff was a little confused and concerned.

“My partners and I have seen this before, okay? Wes and Deputy Harris were infected by something in this fog. Now, I know it sounds crazy-”

“No, it sounds like we should call the CDC.”

“There's no time for that.”

“Like they could help anyway,” Liam mumbled.

“Found Deputy Harris,” Sam said pointing at the computer screen.

The sheriff looked. “She's on Main Street, heading right this way.”

“Alright, we'll handle Harris,” Dean said. “Just please, get the word out, tell everybody they need to stay inside, seal up their windows, their doors, everything. Do it.” The three men walked outside and saw Deputy Harris with her police vehicle parked in the middle of the street. People were standing around staring. “Hey, get them out of here,” Dean said to his brother.

Sam pulled out his badge and ushered everyone inside. Deputy Harris got out of the vehicle. “I tried to kill myself. But she won't let me. She has a message for you, Dean Winchester.”

“Amara? Is she here?” Dean asked.

“No. But her words have been echoing in my head ever since I took a breath of that fog.”

“Did she tell you to kill your husband?”

“And I watched myself do it.”

Sam approached her. “Okay, listen to me, this is an infection. Put the gun down, let us help you.”

“It's not an infection. She says it's a mirror. She's showing us all the truth. The light was just a lie.” She raised her gun and pointed it at Dean. The sheriff shot her in the chest and she fell. Dean leaned down to check on her. “It will all be over soon. He's not gonna save them. It's all going away forever. But not you, Dean,” she whispered just before she died.

“Dean!” Sam shouted and they all looked down the street to see thick fog rolling up the street toward them.

As soon as they all saw it they sprang into action trying to get everyone out on the street into the police station. The fog drew nearer and nearer, and Sam saw two people swallowed up by it. “Let them go!” Dean shouted as he dragged both Sam and Liam inside. “You have any duct tape?” he asked the sheriff.

The sheriff found some tape and they all four got busy sealing off doors, windows, and vents. When they were finished Sam pulled out his phone and saw that he had no service. “Either of you have anything?” he asked. Dean and Liam checked, but their phones were dead too. “You hear that?” Sam looked out the window.

The couple that had been caught in the fog had run up to the doors and were pounding on them. The three men retreated further into the building, and Dean closed the doors in time to hear glass breaking. He broke off a metal table leg and shoved it in the door handles to keep the infected out. “Dean!” Liam called out.

When Dean turned around he saw Sam trying to close up a vent that had fallen open and fog was coming in. Sam fell to the floor coughing, and his veins started turning black. Dean ran to him. “No! Get back! Don't!” Sam warned.

The sheriff had come out from where everyone else was hiding and saw what was happening. “My god, he's infected.”

“Everybody, get inside!” Dean shouted.

“Come on! Let's go! Get in here!” the sheriff urged Dean and Liam.

Dean shook his head. “No! I'm not leaving my brother!”

“I'm not leaving them,” Liam said.

“Yes you are,” Dean argued.

“Like hell,” the blond argued back.

A brick was thrown through the window and more fog poured into the room. Sam grabbed a board to try and block it, but he was coughing too hard. “We're not gonna make it.”

“No. There's no quitting here,” Dean tried to make him keep fighting.

“We're never gonna make it. You got to go. You have to get out before you're infected.”

“No, I'm not leaving you, ever!” He then noticed the fog moving toward the room full of people, and slipping in the crack under the door that wasn't sealed. Dean growled and looked up at the sky. “Stop this! You hear me, you dick!”

“Not likely,” Liam grumbled.

Suddenly Dean noticed something glowing in Sam's pocket. He pulled it out and it was the amulet Sam had given him many years ago that Castiel had taken to find God. The fog cleared up and the black veins on Sam disappeared.

Everyone came out of the back room, and they all seemed fine. The three men ventured outside and the sun was shining again. The deputy was alive, and so was her husband. They saw a man down the street help a little girl up. When they saw his face they realized it was Chuck, and the pendant was still glowing in his presence.

Chuck approached them. “We should probably talk.”

Liam punched him in the face, knocking him back a few steps. Dean pulled his partner back quickly. “He didn't mean that!”

God only chuckled as he gingerly rubbed his face and wiped the blood trickling from his nose. “Of course he meant it, and I would expect nothing less.”
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