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Hunting Humanity VI	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1256 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The leviathans advanced on Liam’s unconscious body. “How many of you ass clowns are in there? A hundred? More?” Dean asked, trying to distract them. They turned to him and black fluid was dripping all over Castiel. “Your vessel's gonna explode, ain't it? Wouldn't do anything too strenuous. In fact, I'd call it a day, head on home, huh?”

“We’ll be back. For you,” they turned and left.

“Well, this is a new one,” Bobby pulled himself up.

“Sammy, you good?” Dean asked.

“I think so,” Sam answered. “I sliced my hand up pretty good on some glass, but I’ll live.” He tore off a piece of his shirt to use as a makeshift bandage.

Dean got up and checked Liam to make sure he was alive, breathing a sigh of relief when he felt a pulse. “Okay, Babe, get up for me.”

Liam groaned and his eyes fluttered open. “Ow...”

“I know, but I need you to get up. We gotta go,” Dean helped Liam to his feet.

They followed the leviathans out and watched as they walked into a reservoir. When Castiel sank a whirlpool formed and black goo radiated out and disappeared. “Damn it,” Dean growled.

“You said it,” Bobby sighed. “Those whatever you call 'ems… If they’re in the pipes, they got themselves a highway to anywhere.”

“Awesome,” Liam snorted.

Dean spotted Castiel’s trench coat floating at the edge of the water and picked it up. “Okay. So he’s gone. Dumb son of a bitch.”

Bobby shrugged. “Well, he was friends with us, wasn’t he? Can’t get much dumber than that. Come on, those things will be coming up for air soon.”

They headed back to Bobby’s house where Dean stitched up Sam’s hand and they decided to get some rest. Dean shook Liam awake. “Up and at ‘em sweetheart. I let you sleep like ten hours. You sure you’re okay?”

“I think I hit my head, but I’m alive, so...” Dean handed him a bottle of water and a power bar. “Breakfast in bed.”

Dean kissed his forehead. “Eat, clean up, and come down.” He went downstairs where Bobby and Sam were sitting in the living room. “How’s the hand, Sam?”

“It hurts, but like I said, I’ll live. So, ooze invasion. Any leads?”

“I got all my feelers out. Whatever they’re up to, it ain’t about going Mothra down Main Street. They’ll turn up,” Bobby said.

Liam came down and grabbed himself a cup of coffee. “So, what now?” he asked.

“We keep an eye out for anything strange,” Bobby said. “Then we figure out what kills them.”

“Good plan,” Dean nodded. “I think I’m gonna make a trip to the store. Anybody want anything specific?”

“A tooth brush and some clothes that fit,” Liam answered. “Your clothes are a little big for me. I can swim in Sam’s clothes.”

Dean chuckled. “I get it, you’re short and scrawny.”

Liam glared at him. “Don’t make me kick your ass. I may not be the tallest person here, but I can do it.”

Dean laughed and pulled him in for a kiss. “I don’t doubt you can. Okay, I’ll scrounge up something in your size, shorty.”

Liam made a funny face at Dean and playfully kicked him in the shin before plopping himself in front of the TV to watch the news.

Dean came back about two hours later with bags of groceries. “Anything yet?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “It looks like we got some bad news for a change. Stockville North Kansas, most of a high school swim team got mangled to death in their locker room. Cop talk on the wire’s kind of garbled, saying it looks like some kind of wild animal attack. They’re saying that whatever attacked them is about the size of a linebacker.”

“Okay,” Dean nodded and tossed some clothes at Liam. “I found those in the short and scrawny section, hopefully they fit. Change and you and I will head out.”

Liam caught the clothes and growled. “I am average height thank you very much. You can quit with the short jokes any time now,” Liam went up to change.

“What about me?” Sam asked.

“For now I think you should stay here and help Bobby. We don’t know exactly what we’re dealing with, so...”

“Okay,” Sam nodded. “Take the blond hobbit.”

“I heard that!” Liam shouted as he came out of the bedroom. “And it is really getting on my nerves.”

“Relax,” Sam messed his hair up. “We’re just picking on you. From us it’s a sign of affection, hobbit.”

“Yeah, well,” Liam sighed. “Let’s go.”

They drove out to the high school and showed their FBI ID’s to the cops outside the locker room. A man in a blue jumpsuit waved them in. “Yeah, okay. Our point cop’s out on the donut. Forensics. I can show you the layout. And step lightly. We got a whole bunch of NC17 shiznickel right over there.”

“Right,” Dean nodded and they both watched where they stepped. Dean saw black ooze on the wall. “Damn it.”

They finished taking in the scene and did a little more investigating. Dean called Sam from the road. “Well, we are positive for ick. Same kind of stuff that came out of Cas, and, uh, two of the swim kids were missing, they stole one of their parents’ cars.”

“So you think these, um, these leviathan things just jump into people? Like Eve did?”

“I don’t know, it makes sense, right? Anyway, uh, state trooper’s got surveillance cam on the kids about six hours old of them gassing up just south of Dakota line, so I’m headed back your way. We’ll just track them from Bobby’s.”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

Bobby’s phone rang a few minutes later and he answered it. After a short conversation he hung up. “Well, either Sheriff Mills is having an ObamaCare insured opium dream, or something’s eating folks down at Sioux Falls General Hospital. If you don’t mind I’m gonna go check it out while you stay here and keep watching the news and the phones.”

“Okay,” Sam nodded. “I’m kinda feeling like the prom date nobody wants, but...”

Dean and Liam returned about forty five minutes later. Sam was at the kitchen table cleaning his gun. “You and the hobbit find anything else?”

Liam glared. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you.”

Sam chuckled. “I think hobbit is a good nickname for you. Settle down and feel the love.”

“Where’s Bobby?” Dean asked.

“The sheriff called from the hospital. Something is happening there. He asked me to watch the phones.”

“Okay, well, why don’t we go out for a bite? I haven’t eaten since breakfast and I’m starved. I think we could all use a break too. Bobby will call if he needs us.”

“Okay,” Sam nodded and grabbed his jacket and wallet.

They had just sat down to eat when Sam’s phone rang. Sam answered. “Bobby, hey. What’s going on?”

“The Sheriff was right. The hospital thing’s definitely our kind of thing. I double barreled one of them in the morgue. Silver buckshot, no effect. Bled black ooze. I’m falling back. I’ll meet you at the house. We can regroup.”

Bobby hung up and Sam looked to his companions. “Bobby’s got a live one.”

“Okay,” Dean sighed. “Guess we’re not gonna catch a break today. Let’s go.”

They got in the car and drove back. When they reached the house they saw that it had been torched. “Oh no,” Dean got out of the car.

They got out and started walking around. “Any sign of him?” Sam asked.

Dean held up a blackened journal and tossed it away. “That place was torched. Somebody knew what they were doing.”

“You think Bobby was back there?” Sam asked.

Dean shrugged. “I don’t know. Let’s split up and keep looking.” He pulled out his phone to try and call Bobby but there was no answer.

Sam was searching through the junked cars when he heard what sounded like Liam cry out. He turned a corner to see a man holding Liam with a hand over the blond’s mouth. “Congratulations. Apparently you three are competent enough to warrant annihilating. I’d take it as a compliment.”

Liam bit his hand and he cried out, but before he could do anything Dean shot him in the side of the head. The leviathan turned to Dean and threw him against a car and a loud snap was heard. Liam punched him in the face, but the only result was Liam hurting his hand. The leviathan threw Liam into another car and he busted a window with his head before falling limp. Sam noticed a car suspended directly over the leviathan and he turned to Dean who was lying near the control. “Dean, now!”

Dean reached for the control but the leviathan smacked Sam in the head with a metal bar just before the car fell on him. Black ooze spilled all over the ground. Dean crawled over to Sam who was the closest to him. Sam at least was alive, and Dean tried to shake him awake, but his younger brother didn’t stir. He stared hard at the crumpled lump that was Liam, trying to see whether or not he was breathing, but he couldn’t tell. With a defeated sigh he called for help.

Two ambulances arrived and the paramedics got out to examine them. Dean looked to the guy examining his leg. “The blond, please tell me he’s alive. I couldn’t get over to him.”

The paramedic looked to his colleagues. “Is that one still breathing?” One of the guys working on Liam gave him a thumbs up. “Yeah, he’s alive.”

Dean watched as they put a neck brace on Liam and loaded him into the back of one ambulance. He and Sam were put into another. The ambulances took off down the road with lights flashing and sirens blaring. The paramedic got on the radio. “Male, late twenties, head trauma. Signs of increasing intracranial pressure.” Sam’s eyes fluttered open before he started having a seizure. “Yeah, he’s seizing. Copy that. We’re just pulling into Sioux Falls.”

Dean looked up. “Sioux Falls? Sioux Falls General? No, you gotta take us somewhere else, anywhere. Please.”

“Yeah, okay, buddy,” the paramedic said in a slightly condescending tone.
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