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Hunting Humanity V	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1229 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam was feeding John breakfast when heard Liam shout, “Don’t touch me!”

Liam stormed into the kitchen looking pissed and Dean was chasing after him. “Liam, take a breath and let’s talk about this.”

Liam turned to glare daggers at Dean. “What’s to talk about? Go find Lisa, I’m sure you’ll all be very happy!”

“Liam, we’ve been over this so many times it’s beating a dead horse at this point. I’m happy with you, you idiot.”

“You know what, I am an idiot because I’ve been believing the crap that’s been coming out of your mouth when clearly I shouldn’t have!”

“Just calm down and come here.”

Liam saw a coffee cup on the counter and grabbed it and whipped it right at Dean’s head. It hit Dean in the forehead and knocked him off his feet. John started crying and Liam growled and stormed outside through the back door. Sam picked John up and snuggled him. “It’s okay, buddy, your uncles just had a bad fight.” He looked at Dean. “You okay?”

Dean sat up and gingerly rubbed his bleeding forehead. “Oh, peachy! I just got whacked in the head with a coffee cup by a very angry blond man over a dream.”

“Must’ve been some dream to make him go off like that.”

“In case you haven’t guessed, it was about Lisa of all things. I guess I talk in my sleep sometimes because I woke up to a raging bitch.”

Sam sighed. “You know that is a major sore spot for him. Dean, are you sure you wouldn’t be happier with Lisa, or some form of woman?”

Dean glared at his brother. “What the hell kind of question is that? I’d die for him. I have died for him. As much as I’d like to strangle him after he just hit me, I don’t see myself happy with anyone else.”

“Then let him cool down and then try to talk to him. For right now you might as well bandage your head and eat breakfast.”

Natalie came in and her eyes widened when she saw Dean. “I heard the shouting, but what happened to your head? Did something break in here again?”

“A very angry Liam happened,” Dean answered as he got up off the floor and went to bandage himself.

Dean waited for Liam to come back all day, and when it started getting dark he gave in and called him. It went straight to voicemail. “Babe, I’m very sorry you’re upset. Please come back and let’s straighten this out,” Dean left a message.

By bedtime Liam still hadn’t returned, and Dean ended up going to bed alone. He came down for breakfast, having gotten very little sleep. “I’m worried. What if he doesn’t come back? Worse, what if he can’t come back?”

Natalie grabbed her keys. “I will go look for him.”

Dean sat t the table and stared at the bagel on his plate. “This is stupid, it was just a dream.”

Sam looked at him. “One, a dream that, like I said yesterday, hit a very sore spot. Two, dreams reveal things crawling around in our subconscious. That’s why I asked if you’re sure you wouldn’t actually be happier with a woman.”

“It would be what I’m used to, but it wouldn’t necessarily make me any happier. I’ve been miserable since he walked out that door.”

“I know,” Sam nodded. “You didn’t eat anything all day, which is why you should eat something now.”

“Not really all that hungry, but I guess...” With a sigh Dean grabbed the onion and chive cream cheese spread. Then he shook his head. “Liam likes onion bagels with onion cream cheese, though sometimes he goes for raisin bagels with cinnamon cream cheese.”

Three hours later Natalie called Sam. “She found him passed out drunk in an alley. She called an ambulance because he was freezing and only barely alive. They’re at the hospital now.”

Dean nodded and jumped in the car and raced to the hospital. The receptionist at the front desk sent him right back. “How is he?” he asked Natalie.

“Better,” she answered. “If left much longer he would’ve froze to death, but they’re giving him warm IV fluids to warm him up.”

Dean went up to Liam’s bedside. “Are you trying to kill yourself to punish me?”

Liam snorted. “Like you care.”

“Liam, I am not arguing with you right now. You had me worried sick. If she had found you dead, I can’t even… Look, I’m sorry I had that dream, but it’s not something I can control.” He took Liam’s hand and looked into his eyes. “Loving you is not easy, not because of your gender, but because you’re you. But I know with out a shadow of a doubt that I do you crazy bitch. Sam is half my world, and you are the other half.”

Liam sighed. “You don’t know how hard it is for me. You were straight, and now… You love sex, and you get plenty from me, so yeah, sometimes I do feel like just a sex toy to you.”

Dean stroked his hair. “Yeah, we both really like sex, but please stop thinking that. Sex is a part of a healthy adult relationship, Babe. There’s more to us than that. I also love cuddling you, and talking to you. I really like just being near you when you’re happy and rational. It’s when coffee cups are getting whipped at my head that you’re a little tough to take.”

“Sorry about that,” Liam frowned.

“Just please don’t do that again. I know you’re a pistol, and I love that about you, but damn that hurt.”

In a few hours Liam was cleared to leave. Sam was waiting for them watching John while he played with blocks. “Good, you’re back. It looks like we’re going to start getting calls from our grandfather about jobs too.”

“Interesting. What job is this?”

“In Battle Creek, Michigan there have been a few cases of parents with infants murdered and the babies taken. He’d like for us to check it out.”

“Why can’t he?”

“I don’t know. Are we going or not?”

“Might as well,” Dean sighed. “I knew this vacation wasn’t gonna last forever.”

They hopped in the car and drove out. Their first stop was the latest crime scene posing as FBI. “No EMF or sulfur or anything,” Sam sighed when they left the house. “I don’t know, it could just be some psycho stealing babies.”

“Which is still bad,” Dean reminded his brother. “But I don’t have any answers yet either.”

“Hold on,” Liam started staring at the front yard. “The policeman said the alarm never went off.”

“Yeah, which I admit is weird,” Sam nodded.

“I wonder if all of the victims had Harper Caine Security,” he pointed to the little sign in the yard.

“Good catch,” Dean patted him on the shoulder. “It’s definitely something worth looking into.”

They went to the motel and Sam fired up the laptop and did some digging. “Liam, you were right. Every family that got hit; Harper Caine Security. So I pulled the client records. There is another happy couple walking and talking, six month old baby, like all the others.”

“What are we sitting around here for then?” Dean got up and grabbed his gun.

They drove out to the house and Sam jimmied open the lock. Both parents were dead on the floor. “We’re too late,” Liam sighed quietly.

They followed a trail of bloody footprints and out of nowhere an angry man barreled at them. Sam cut him in the arm with a silver knife. The wound sizzled and he retreated. “You hear that?” Liam asked as he headed into the laundry room. He peeked under a table and his eyes went wide. “Um, found something over here.”

Sam and Dean came over to see the baby lying on the floor. “What do we do?” Sam asked.

“We can’t just leave him here,” Dean shot his brother a look. “That thing might come back for him.”

Liam picked the baby up and cradled him. “Hi there. Okay, go find the car seat because we’re gonna need it.”

“Who would’ve thought being a father would’ve prepared me for a case,” Sam mused as he took the car seat out of the parents’ car and put it in the Impala. Then he took the baby from Liam and strapped him in.

“Alright, so what do we know about this thing?” Dean asked as he got back in the car.

“Well, uh, it was fast and it freaked when I cut it with silver,” Sam said.

“Alright, so that narrows it down to…?” Dean looked to his companions.

“A ghoul? A zombie, a shifter, or about a dozen other things,” Liam said from the backseat.

“I don't recall seeing babynapping in the profiles,” Dean sighed.

“Yeah, exactly,” Sam looked to his brother.

The baby started crying. Dean looked back at him. “Well, we need to get some supplies.”

They went to a store and started grabbing bottles and diapers and things. When they got to the check out the baby started wailing. “What does it want?” Dean looked to Sam.

“Oh, right, I have a kid and suddenly I speak baby?”

Liam shook his head and picked him up. “Boys, I think he needs a diaper change.”

A woman came up behind them and cooed at the baby. “Aw... what's the matter? What's his name?”

“Bobby,” Liam said the first name that came to mind.

“Hi, Bobby. Aren't you handsome? May, I?”

Dean looked at the security camera footage by them and saw her eyes flare. He nudged Liam to draw his attention to it. “Um, I think we’ve got it, thanks though,” Liam gave her a small smile.

“Oh, please,” the shifter gave him a pleading look.

“Sorry, he doesn’t like strangers,” Liam said they grabbed their stuff and hurried out. Liam got in the backseat and strapped the baby in and they took off.

“The hell does a shifter want with a baby, anyway?” Dean looked back at him.

“Do I look like the grand encyclopedia of magical answers?” Liam shot him a look.

“You know, it could have been following us this whole time. Since the baby's house,” Sam said. “Let’s get back to the motel and figure this out.”

When they got back to the motel Sam took the baby and changed his diaper. Dean chuckled. “Five years ago did you ever think either of us would be diaper changing masters?”

“No,” Sam answered and picked the baby up and started rocking him. “Well, not when I got back into hunting anyway. When I was with Jess a family someday was on my radar, but… As a hunter I never wanted a kid. I mean, I know hunters have had kids over the centuries, but I don’t like the responsibility. Yes, it still bothers me that I can’t provide for myself, let alone John. I’m constantly worried about him. This case only makes that worry worse. But, hey, every time he looks at me with those warm brown eyes it makes my heart melt.”

“Yeah, he’s got your eyes and your smile,” Dean smiled a little.

Sam put the baby in a crib and sat at the table and started looking through papers. “He’s a really good kid, and I love him dearly. It’s just complicated. Crap. I can't believe I missed this. This house on Elm. The mother was killed, baby was grabbed, but daddy wasn't living in the house at the time so he's still alive. What do you say we go and have a chat?”

“I say let’s go,” Dean grabbed his jacket.

They were all about to walk out when they remembered the baby. “I’ll stay,” Liam volunteered.

“You sure, Babe?” Dean asked.

“Yeah. I think I can handle an infant. Go.”

Dean kissed Liam’s cheek and they headed out the door. Liam lay on the bed and turned on the TV. Everything was fine for a while until there was a weird noise. Liam looked up to see blood and skin all over the wall and the baby looked just like the black one on the diaper box and was crying. Liam pulled out his phone and called Dean. “Little problem here,” he said when Dean picked up.

“Let me guess, he changed form?”

“How’d you know?” Liam looked shocked.

“Because the guy we just talked to said the kid wasn’t his, but the wife insisted it was.”

“What do I do?”

“For now, keep him quiet. We’ll figure something out when we get back.”

“Right,” Liam nodded. “Bye.”

He hung up and picked the inconsolable baby up and started rocking him. “Come on, please shut up,” he begged.

After a few minutes there was a knock on the door. “Manager! Everything okay in there?”

“Yeah, no, we're fine. Thank you. Good night,” Liam called out.

“There's been complaints. Mind opening the door, sir?”

“Not a good time. Sorry, I’m trying to calm him down.”

The doorknob rattled and Liam put the baby back in the crib. Then he stood to the side of the door and a man dressed as a police officer entered. Liam tackled him and they struggled on the floor. “Get out of the way!” the shifter growled.

“Yeah, that's not going to happen,” Liam punched him hard in the face.

“That child should be with his father.”

The shifter grabbed the officer’s gun and pointed it at Liam’s head. Liam tried to wrestle the weapon away from him and when it went off he cried out as he was shot in the gut. Seconds later Sam appeared in the door and shot the shifter in the heart through the back.

Dean was right behind him. “We heard a gunshot. Who shot who?”

“He shot me,” Liam rolled the body off him revealing a heavily bleeding wound.

Dean took a deep breath. “Okay, it’s okay. We can take care of that. Sam, get the first aid kit.” Dean helped Liam to the bed and took his shirt off to examine the wound. “Looks deep, but I can get that out.”

Dean got out the necessary tools and put on some rubber gloves. He took the pliers and after sterilizing them with vodka started digging. Liam shut his eyes tight and clenched his jaw while letting out a little whimper. “I know, I’m sorry, Babe,” Dean frowned and puled the bullet out. Once Dean had him all bandaged up he pulled him off the bed. “Sam, grab the kid, we gotta go.”

Sam got in the passenger seat once the baby was buckled in. “You know, it's pretty smart, actually. I mean, shifter poses as a guard for the security company to get near the house. Then it scopes out the family.”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, and then daddy takes off, and shifter becomes daddy. A few glasses of wine, shakes momma's trees, comes back in nine months to collect its prize.”

Sam looked back at the baby. “I've never seen a baby monster before.”

Dean looked to his brother. “Of course it's not really a monster. I mean, it's still just a baby. It's not its fault its dad's a shifter.”

“Right, but it's a shifter, too,” Sam pointed out.

“Still doesn't change the fact that we've got to look after this thing. I mean, what the hell are we going to do with it? We can't actually drop it off at an orphanage. They might get upset when it turns Asian.”

“I think we should take it to Samuel. He’ll know what to do.”

“You want to bring it to a bunch of hunters?”

“Not just hunters, Dean. They're our family.”

“We don't know them.”

“Well, pitch a better idea then.”

Dean was silent for a moment, then sighed. “Fine. Do you know where they are? Babe? You okay back there? I don’t like it when you’re hurt and you go silent on me.”

“I’m bleeding and I hurt, what do you want me to say?”

Sam called their grandfather to fill him in and they drove to the compound. Dean grabbed the baby and they went inside. “What's our next move?” Sam asked Samuel.

“I got a couple of ideas. Dean, let me see the little guy.”

“That's alright, I got him,” Dean held him protectively.

“What do you think I'm going to do?” Samuel asked.

“You really don't want me to answer that question.”

Christian looked to Dean. “Well I'm curious. Who exactly do you think we are?”

“Hunters,” Dean answered.

“Funny, here I've been thinking we're family.”

“Hey, let's not get worked up,” Sam intervened.

Dean sighed and handed the baby to Samuel who smiled down at him. “Hey there. You're a big fella, aren't ya? Yeah. I haven't held one of these in a long time. Your mom was the tiniest. She was as bald as a cue ball.”

“Alright, so what the hell are we going to do with him?” Dean asked.

“Raise him,” Samuel answered. “What, you've got another suggestion?”

Dean sighed and shook his head. “Could be great,” Mark said. “Think of the kind of hunter he'll grow up to be.”

Dean looked around. “You all are joking, right? I mean, come on! You can't Angelina Jolie a shapeshifter.”

Samuel sighed. “Why can't you give me an inch of trust, Dean?”

“There's just a little too much mystery with this family for me to get comfy.”

“Then don't! But don't put it on us. All we're trying to do is invite you in.” He turned to Christian. “You and Arlene, still no luck on the baby front?”

“Not yet, no,” Christian answered.

“But you want one?”

“Yeah, we do.”

Samuel handed the baby to him. “Congrats. It's a boy, sometimes.”

Christian took him and laughed. “The crap I do for this family.”

“You're kidding me, right?” Dean looked upset.

“Go to hell, Dean,” Christian shot back.

“Well, you have no business raising anything.”

Sam looked at his brother now upset himself. “Why, Dean? Because he's a hunter?”

Dean’s shoulders lowered. “Sam, I didn’t mean...”

“We’re hunters trying to raise a baby,” Sam pointed out.

“Sam, I know that. I just...”

“Opened your mouth without thinking?” Liam shot him a look.

Dogs started barking outside. “Check the back door,” Samuel ordered.

Christian handed the baby back to Samuel who handed him to Dean. “Downstairs, panic room. He'll be safe there. Go. Forget it, go! Now!”

Dean turned to go and noticed Liam wasn’t following. “Babe, come on, you’re injured.”

“I can still shoot,” Liam insisted. “So quit yapping and go!”

Samuel chuckled and handed Liam a gun. “I think I like him,” he said to Dean before he and Sam headed downstairs.

The rest of them stood with their weapons aimed at the door. A shapeshifter who looked just like Samuel kicked in the door. “You have something of ours. I know he's here. I can feel him.”

They started shooting but it had no effect. It headed for Gwen and Mark stabbed it in the heart, but that didn’t slow it down either. It broke Mark’s neck and grabbed Gwen. Samuel shot it up with tranquilizer darts, and that seemed to slow it down, but didn’t stop it.

Liam jumped on its back and broke its neck. “Two can play that game,” he panted as it fell. But then it got right back up very angry and attacked Liam. The two fought until Liam’s head got slammed into a shelf and he fell limp.

The shapeshifter changed into Sam and headed downstairs. It ripped the panic room door off its hinges and overpowered Sam. Then it shifted into Dean without shedding skin. “Give me the baby,” it demanded.

“No way in hell,” Dean backed up.

It grabbed Dean by the throat and choked him until he passed out then grabbed the baby and left with him.

Sam got up and shook Dean awake and they went back upstairs. Dean saw Liam on the floor and ran over to him. “He’s still breathing,” Samuel assured him. “Though I’m wondering where he learned to fight like that.”

“Part raw instinct and part Jason Walker,” Dean answered as he looked his lover over.

Samuel eyed Dean. “Did I hear you right? The Jason Walker? The legend that died in 1937?”

“You heard me right,” Dean nodded. “In the interest of full disclosure, he used to be a vampire and was born in 1669.”

“Used to be?”

“Yeah,” Dean sighed. “He hunted us down in search of a cure. He was different from the rest of his kind, so we helped him. It wasn’t easy, but we found one, and now he’s as human as I am, and bleeding again. Do you guys have first aid?”

“Sure,” Gwen disappeared for a moment and handed Dean a first aid kit.

Dean took the kit and started re bandaging the wound. “A vampire that’s different than the rest?” Samuel looked intrigued.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “He didn’t kill anyone he didn’t have to. He’d bite his victims in the arm and take only what he needed before bandaging them up and leaving them alive. He only ever killed hunters that hunted him, and I mean, can you blame him? Who wants to get their head chopped off? We never tried to hurt him, and he never tried to hurt us.”

“And he knew Jason Walker?”

“Yeah, thought the guy could help him, so instead of killing him, Liam tied him up in an abandoned house for a while until he could get the guy to listen. They fell in love, a fact verified by Jason’s daughter Alice when we met her.”

“And he is completely human now?” Samuel asked as he stood over Liam.

“Completely,” Dean answered. “So if you’ve got any ideas on how to keep him from bleeding to death I’m all ears.”

Liam groaned and opened his eyes. “What the hell was that?”

“We think it may have been an Alpha,” Samuel answered. “Like all monsters come from somewhere, right?”

Dean looked to his grandfather. “And you think that this one was…?”

“The king shapeshifter. First one who spawned all the others, there's tons of lore about it.

Sam nodded. “That's why it was so strong, and why nothing we had stopped it.”

Samuel sighed. “And he said that he could find the baby anywhere. That he could feel it, like there's a connection. That's in the lore, too.”

“What the hell does it want with babies, anyway?” Dean asked.

Samuel shrugged. “A softball team? I got no clue.”

Dean shook his head. “Great, well then how do we kill it?”

“I don't know if we can,” Samuel answered.

“Super,” Dean sighed. “Babe, can you get up? I think it’s time for us to go home.”

“I might need a little help.”

Dean helped him to his feet and they went out to the car and got in. They were home around bedtime. “Welcome home,” Natalie greeted them. “Now that some other adults are here I can have a nice glass of wine before bed. I could use it.”

“What happened?” Sam asked, a little concerned.

“Nothing major. Just took John to play group. I left him just long enough to go to the bathroom, but he noticed and screamed like a banshee. Then he got extra clingy for a bit. Another mother told me that’s pretty normal at his age, but still...”

“He asleep now?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, just put him down,” Natalie nodded.

Sam smiled at her. “Mind if I join you for that glass of wine?”

She smiled back. “I’d like that. You can tell me all about your hunt.”
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