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Hunting Humanity	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1867 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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It seemed to take forever to get back to the hotel, but it really only took about two hours. All three men walked in silence, the hunters occasionally taking a side glance at their new vampire friend. They glanced at each other too, seeming to have a silent conversation. As soon as they were finally at the hotel Liam ran a hand through his long platinum blond hair. “I’ll be right back,” he said as he went to the room he’d rented for himself and retrieved a large black canvas bag from the floor and hurried to meet the brothers in their room.

Dean looked to Liam. “Alright, we’ll help you. But understand this, you follow our rules and do what we say. We’ll look for this cure, but if we don’t find it, you’re gone, end of story. You even think about trying to put us on the menu and I’ll take your head so fast you won’t have time to blink.”

“Understood,” Liam nodded. This really was not going to be easy. Once in the enclosed room the smell of the two fully hit him. What was it about hunters that made them smell better than regular humans? He’d just fed on the sick puppy back at the cabin, but he had a bullet in his chest that had been throbbing painfully the last two hours. He was thirsty, and the delicious smells of blood around him were not helping.

Sam dug in his bag for the tackle box that contained their first aid kit. “Think you can patch yourself up?” he said to Dean. “I need to get the bullet out of the vampire.”

“Yeah, sure, no problem...” Dean answered with a huff, going into the bathroom to clean up the stab wound in his side.

Sam turned to Liam. “You might want to lie down for this.”

Liam nodded, taking off his green plaid shirt stained with dark red blood and crawled onto one of the beds, lying on his back. The wound looked nastier than it was, and would start healing as soon as the chunk of metal was out of him. Sam took out a pair of dental pliers and a little bottle of vodka. “I’m sorry, but this is going to hurt,” he said as he started washing the pliers off in the alcohol.

“Not the first bullet I’ve had dug out of me,” Liam replied, basically saying he knew it was going to hurt. There was no real need to sterilize anything, but the vampire figured Sam was just doing it out of habit.

He lay still while the younger Winchester leaned over him to examine the wound. “I think I can see it,” he said as the tip of the pliers entered the vampire’s body. Liam closed his eyes and made soft growling noises while Sam dug for the projectile. Saying it would hurt was an understatement. “Almost got it,” Sam said as he made an attempt to grab it. The pliers slipped and Sam cursed while Liam felt a strong urge to punch him. However, the vampire continued to remain still while Sam took another stab at it. The second try was successful and Sam pulled the bullet out and dropped it into the trash.

“Finally,” Liam sighed, opened his silver eyes and sat up. The pain was already beginning to ease.

Sam held a bottle of ibuprofen. “I guess this isn’t gonna do you much good.”

“Nope,” Liam confirmed. “I’m just going to have to be a big boy and suck it up. I’ll heal.” It would be nice if painkillers worked on him, but he couldn’t be that lucky.

Sam tossed the bottle to Dean, who caught it and took a few out to swallow himself. “Speaking of which,” Sam turned back to Liam. “How soon do you need blood?”

“The sooner the better,” Liam answered. It was getting difficult not to pounce on the guy who had just dug a bullet out of him.

“I guess you’re knocking off a blood bank, Sammy,” Dean said as he lowered himself into a chair.

“No, you are,” Sam argued. “I’ll stay with him,” he motioned to Liam.

“But it was your idea, and...” As soon as the two men locked eyes Dean quit arguing. It seemed neither of them wanted to leave their brother alone with the vampire, but it also seemed that Dean could not say no to his younger brother.

“I won’t hurt him,” Liam tried to assure the elder Winchester. “I need you two, and at the very least you can trust me to be selfish, right?”

Dean gave a little chuckle. “Yeah, a selfish vampire, that I can trust. Fine, I’ll go get the blood, but if he-”

“Just go!” Sam urged him. “I’ll be fine.”

“Fine,” Dean gritted his teeth and was out the door.

Liam tried to get comfortable on the bed, exhausted as hell, but not entirely sure he could sleep around the hunters and wake up with his head still attached. Sam seemed to feel the same way because he sat on the other bed and flipped on the TV. “Not sleeping?” Liam asked.

“I’m fine,” Sam insisted. “Look, we don’t know you, and you don’t know us. We agreed to help you because you helped us, but things aren’t going to be all hugs and sunshine overnight. I’ll be fine until my brother gets back.”

“Where’s my backup?” Liam wondered out loud.

“I guess you don’t get any,” Sam said rather curtly. “You’re the monster here, so you’ll just have to extend a little extra trust.”

“Gee, that seems fair,” Liam mumbled under his breath.

“Yeah, well, if you really want the help...”

Liam did want the help, he just hoped that Dean didn’t decide to take his head anyway. The guy clearly had a soft spot for his brother, who just plain had a soft spot. That was currently working in Liam’s favor, but he did so wish that there was some button he could press to get past the awkward trust building stage. He knew that such a button did not exist though, so he was going to have to deal with the situation as it was. He settled down, listening to Sam’s breathing and heartbeat. That was all there really was to do. He could always listen to music on his phone, but then he wouldn’t hear it if Sam tried anything.

It took another two hours or so for Dean to return, carrying a large red cooler with a bio hazard sticker on it. “Okay, I got lots of blood,” the words seemed to leave a bad taste in the man’s mouth as he set the cooler at the foot of the bed Liam was lying on. “Anything happen while I was gone?”

“Not really,” Sam answered, stretching out on the bed a little. The guy was clearly exhausted.

“Expect to find your brother dead and me gone?” Liam asked sarcastically.

“Something like that,” Dean mumbled. Liam was very good at reading body language, and Dean was clearly feeling out of his element. The vampire supposed he understood. The guy grew up being trained to kill things like him.

Liam got up off the bed and went over to the cooler, opening it and was pleased to find it full of bags of blood. He picked one up, sniffing it through the plastic. As Sam said, things weren’t going to be all hugs and sunshine right away. He had to make sure he wasn’t being served dead man’s blood. Fortunately, it smelled all right. “I’ll just... take this in here...” he said as he headed to the bathroom. He was quite sure the brothers wouldn’t want to watch him drink blood, and he was trying to be considerate. After the door was closed behind him he set to figuring out the best way to drink it. It seemed like the easiest way was to just tear off a corner and chug it. The blood was cold, and drinking it felt like a punch to the gut, but this was his reality now.

After he finished he just tossed the bag in the trash without thinking much about it and returned to the room. Dean was occupying the bed he’d just been on. “So, who am I bunking with?” he asked.

“Neither of us,” Dean answered sharply. “You get the floor.”

“Are you serious?” Liam protested. “I get that you don’t entirely trust me, but can’t you two at least share or something?” Dean was beginning to get on his nerves.

Dean glared at him. “You want me to just take your head now and be done with it? It’s the floor or nothing.” The man’s tone suggested he wasn’t open to arguing.

Liam grumbled under his breath about hunters while he grabbed a pillow off the bed Dean was occupying and lowered himself to the floor between the beds. The floor was hard and rather uncomfortable, but the vampire made due. His breathing stopped, and he seemed like a corpse lying there except for the fact he moved around a little trying to find the most comfortable position.

He closed his eyes, trying to will himself to relax and sleep a little. The room was filled with the sounds of breathing and two heartbeats. Sam’s breathing and heartbeat seemed to suggest that he’d given in to the need for sleep, though Dean was still awake. A heartbeat could give away a lot about a person if one knew what they were listening to, and Dean was clearly just as exhausted, but determined to stay conscious to keep an eye on the vampire.

Liam fell into a light doze, only vaguely aware when Dean’s vital signs slowed as he too fell victim to the human need for rest. How long Liam slept lightly he didn’t know, but at some point during the day his eyes snapped open. A predator could tell when he was being hunted, and something was near.

“Dean, wake up!” Liam whispered as he scrambled to his bag and started digging for something. “Ow, fuck!” he hissed as his fingers found what he was searching for and a sharp sting hit him. He opened the bag wider to see in properly and pulled out a ten inch silver blade ingrained with dead man’s blood that was slightly curved. The handle was wrapped in leather so he could grip it. It was a fine weapon that was perfect for fucking up other vampires. It had once been used against him, but was now his weapon of choice since it was effective against many things.

Dean roused easily enough. The elder Winchester seemed slightly disoriented for a moment, grabbing his gun from the nightstand and aiming it at the knife wielding vampire in his room. It was then that the stench hit. It was as if a diseased dead body had been baking in a microwave for two weeks and then seasoned with dirty sweat sock odor. “Dude... what the hell is that?” Dean wrinkled his nose and gagged a little.

Sam had woken as well and grabbed his own 9mm. “I don’t know man, but it can’t be human,” he gulped, looking a little green himself.
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