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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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Dean sat on the couch with the translated Word of God while Liam lay with his head in Dean’s lap. Sam sat with his laptop doing research. Dean sighed and stroked Liam’s hair. “Okay, man, I have read this more times than the Playboy I found in Dad's duffel.”

“Anna Nicole?” Sam looked up.

Dean looked at the expression on Liam’s face. “Uh, not important. Look, we can read this till our eyes bleed. It ain't getting any clearer.”

Sam sighed. “Okay. Then what does it mean?”

“Uh… Cut off the head, and the body will flounder. Okay. Well, I think we all agree that, uh, the head is Dick. Right?”

“Right,” Sam nodded.

“So, bottom line is, we go grab the stuff, and we mix ourselves a weapon. End of story.”

“Look, I'm all for killing Dick. I'm just saying, what then? I mean, what about the rest of the leviathan? What, are they gonna just drop dead?”

Dean shrugged. “I don't know. Maybe.”

“Maybe is good enough for you right now?”

“One problem at a time, all right?”

“Okay. But it's not a crazy idea to try and figure out what the catch is before we go crashing the gate.”

“Maybe this is the catch. God's not telling us every detail. You know? The word is from God. I don't know how much better it's gonna get. Speaking of which, your head feeling any better, Babe?”

“Kill me now,” Liam whimpered.

“Can’t do that,” Dean lightly brushed his cheek. “Can’t give you any more painkillers either unless we want your liver to fry.”

“Who translated that anyway?”

“Our angel friend that likes to possess you. He’s been staying away because he’s a little miffed at us. Actually threatened to translate this into Korean. But in the end he did the right thing. He always does. Why don’t you go take another nap?”

“Unconsciousness is tempting, but what I really want is for this infernal pain to go away. What the hell even caused it? I know I was dehydrated from being passed out for so long, but I’ve been drinking tons of water and it hasn’t helped.”

Dean sighed. “Probably has something to do with being in the same room as the Word of God. We know that for whatever reason things like that really affect you.”

“That’s probably it,” Sam nodded. “And since the tablet is well away from you now I’m sure the pain will subside soon.”

“Okay,” Liam nodded. “I think I will go lie down in a dark room for a while again.”

As soon as the bedroom door closed Sam turned to his brother. “Dude, what if the pain is never gonna go away?”

Dean scoffed. “Of course it will.”

“We don’t know that. Look, both Castiel and that angel he turned into a rat said it wasn’t meant for his eyes. What if the consequence of reading it anyway is a permanent migraine?”

“Why do you gotta be such a downer?”

“I’m just saying we shouldn’t force him to live in pain like that.”

“Hold on one damn minute. I am not gonna go doing anything that can’t be undone until I know for absolute certain that there is no other way.” Dean got up and went to the bathroom. He was washing his hands when the room got cold and the mirror frosted. Bobby appeared. “Hey, Bobby. How you feeling?” Dean looked a little nervous.

“Stronger than ever. Now, while you two have been chasing your tails, I've been thinking on that weapon.”

“Wait a second. Don't you think you should be saving your strength?”

“For what?”

“I'm just saying you might want to slow down. You don't look so hot.”

“I'm in the Veil. My Brad Pitt days are over. Now, the thing says that the only way to kill leviathan is with a bone washed in the three bloods of the fallen. It's got to be from a human as light and good as the leviathan are hungry and dark.”

“Yeah. Good luck with that.”

“The rest is doable, and doable now. You've already got the fallen angel blood. Now, next up is blood from the ruler of fallen humanity. Now, the best I can tell, that's Crowley. Numero tres is the father of fallen beasts.”

“Which means...?”

“You got to bleed an Alpha.”

“But they're all dead. I mean, Crowley had them all rounded up, and then Cas whammied them all.”

“Well, then, make this Cas' problem, too.”

“Cas ain't exactly in the problem-solving mode, Bobby.”

“Then Crowley!”

“All right, I get it.”

“Do you?” the mirror behind Dean cracked. “I'm just saying. I have faith that you boys will figure it out. Relax. I'm fine. Just got a little carried away.”

Dean went back out to the kitchen to pour himself a drink. “Little FYI. Bobby's officing out of the john these days.”

“Uh... awkward.”

Dean sat at the table. “Yeah, you're telling me. Uh, he does have some ideas about the weapon, though.”

“Really? Well, uh, he may be just in time.”

Sam showed his brother an article about the latest Roman Enterprises acquisition. “Roman acquires... What's Sucrocorp?” Dean asked.

“They make food additives, namely high fructose corn syrup. That crap is in, well, it's in just about everything, um, soda, sauces, bread.”

“Don't say pie.”

“Definitely pie.”

“Bastards. So now what? Roman's moved past restaurants?”

“And into grocery stores, Gas n' Sips, vending machines.”

The laptop closed and both of them jumped. “Like I said, uh, Bobby's got some ideas,” Dean stared at the laptop.

They started getting ready to summon Crowley. Liam came out to get another drink of water. “Any better at all?” Sam asked.

“Slightly. What are you doing?”

“Summoning Crowley,” Dean answered. “You’re just in time.”

They did the ritual and Crowley appeared. “Hello, boys.” Dean explained everything and that they needed his blood. “So, that's what all the rumble, rumble was about.”

Dean sighed. “You gonna give us the blood or not?”

“Happily. But not quite yet. I'm all for chopping Dick, but I can't have you running around with a vial of my blood, now, can I? You know the sheer number of nefarious spells my enemies can use that blood for?”

“Well, then when?” Dean asked.

“Last. After you've got all the other components. Most difficult, the angel part, I'm assuming. Given your role in their little apocalypse, I can't imagine the choirboys upstairs are wetting their vestments to do you, what's the word? A solid. Unless, of course, you have an angel up your sleeve.”

“We’ve got a special friend working on that. Nothing says the blood can’t be taken by force.”

“I see. Oh, here's a tip. I have it on good authority there's one Alpha still among us.”

“Whose authority?” Dean asked.

“Mine. Wily character, that Alpha vampire. Somehow made good his prison break before Cas went nuclear on the place.”

“And you know this how?”

Keep your friends close, your enemies, blah blah. Needless to say, I keep tabs. He moves around quite a bit, but I have an inkling I know where to start the Easter egg hunt. Happy trails.” Crowley disappeared.

“Okay. Where, jackass?” Dean shouted.

Flames rose on the table and when they died down the answer was carved into the table. “Hoople, North Dakota,” Sam read.

Dean sighed. “Piece of paper would have worked.”

They gathered their things and hopped in the car right away. They stopped at a gas station and Dean left the flask in the car before they went inside. “He seem angry?” Sam asked.

“Angry? Of course he's angry. If you were Bobby, wouldn't you be?” Dean looked at his brother.

“But was he showing signs of fatigue, like fritzing?”

“No, actually, it was just the opposite. He said he never felt stronger.”

“That's what I was afraid of. The stronger he gets, the closer he comes to going full vengeful spirit. That's reality. We need to talk about what we're going to do with him.”

“Do with him? Three weeks ago, you were talking how this could work. And now you want to go Kevorkian on his ass?”

“I'm just saying that the lore doesn't have a single real life example of Casper the friendly ghost. It's all basically poltergeists until a hunter comes along...”

“Yeah, well, the lore sucks.”

“I'm talking pure hatred, Dean. No humanity. I mean, he could kill, possess people. I mean, Bobby could burn this frigging building down. Look, if he goes off the rails...”

Dean pointed to a guy pumping mustard on a hot dog. “Check out that guy over there. He seem a little out of it to you?”

“I don't know. Maybe.”

Then Dean pointed to a woman just staring at a refrigerator with beer. “What about Paula Deen over here?”

“Yeah, they look like, uh, like those Turducken people. It's starting. It's the corn syrup. Everything in the store is laced with it.”

“Everything?” Dean looked a little freaked out. “Hey, man, I'm gonna go into toxic shock, okay? I need my road food.”

“That's what Roman is banking on.”

Dean picked up a pie. “Hey. This one says natural. That means it's safe. Right?”

Sam took the pie and put it back. “I hate to break it to you, but corn syrup is natural, technically.”

“Well, then what the hell are we supposed to eat?”

Sam held up a basket with bananas and bottled water. Liam sighed. “It’s a good thing I’m good at going long periods without food.”

Dean turned to him. “Uh, but you won’t.”

“Watch me.”

They drove to the house and sat outside trying to see in with binoculars. Dean sat back. “It's totally dark. I can't see inside.”

“Well, should we wait for daylight?” Sam suggested.

Bobby shook his head from the backseat. “Hell no, we're not waiting. I'll scout it. See if we need to bring in the big guns.” He disappeared for a few minutes. “Okay. Place is clear. But there's something you're gonna want to see.”

They went inside with machetes just in case and found three vampires laid out on a table. They appeared to be dead and their mouths and necks were badly burned. Dean turned to Liam. “You know a way to kill vamps with battery acid?”

Liam shook his head. “This is nothing I have ever seen before.”

Sam shook his head. “Well, something didn't agree with them. Hey. Check out that wall. Something seem weird to you?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, see if you can find a switch or a lever or something.”

Bobby went straight through the wall while Sam, Dean, and Liam started searching. Sam found a button behind a book on the bookcase and pushed it. A door opened revealing a pink bedroom and a teenage girl in a pink floral dress. They put away the machetes and Dean approached her slowly. “Hey. Look. We're not gonna hurt you. Okay? We just want to talk.”

They sat her in a chair and got her to talk. “I was eight. My mom left me at the playground while she ran to the store. A man approached me and said I was the prettiest girl there. And I've been living with these... things... ever since. At least until now.”

“Do you have any idea why?” Dean asked.

“I'm one of his special girls. All the others, it was their job to make sure I was ready for the Alpha whenever he came. Wash me, give me my IV bags every day. It's my only food. So my blood's pure.”

Liam shivered. “They've been doing this for, what, twelve years?”

She nodded. “Virgins are a delicacy. He always has at least one of us on hand.”

Sam gave her a small smile. “Well, don't worry, okay? We're gonna get you back to your mother.”

Dean motioned to the dead vampires. “Hey, these guys, they, uh, friends of yours?”

“They take care of the Alpha when he's here. Or did.”

“What happened to them?” Sam asked.

“A week ago they came back from what they said was an easy hunt. Three humans just came, didn't put up any fight. But when they started on them, the vampires screamed in pain. The ones who ate died immediately.”

“And the ones who didn't?” Sam looked at her.

“There was only one. When he saw what happened, he moved to animals. He's out hunting as we speak.”

“Oh, that’s gotta suck,” Liam commented.

“Are you one of them?” she asked.

“Was. I’m all cured now, thank god. See..” He held up his lip and showed her the dark scar looking marks where his fangs once were.

Sam turned to him. “You think maybe it's the corn syrup? I mean, think about it. The Gas n' Sip was lousy with stoners all ripe for the picking.”

“She did say it was an easy hunt,” Dean pointed out.

“Could very well be,” Liam nodded. “I personally have never heard of anything that can kill a vampire except beheading and possibly a brutal assault with silver. However, these leviathan are very old and very smart.”

“Do you know where the Alpha is now?” Sam asked the girl.

“I don't know. Maybe. He has a place he goes when something's wrong. He calls it his retreat.”

“Do you know the address?” Dean asked.

“I don't know. But I remember things that maybe can help.”

Sam nodded. “That's okay. Just do the best you can. Liam, if there’s anything you can bring to the party here...”

“Maybe. I’ve met the Alpha twice. Jacob, my sire, was in his circle.”

Dean blinked. “And you are just now mentioning this?”

“It was a very long time ago and not a time I like to think about,” Liam got defensive.

They went to a grocery store for more food and walked out with only fruits and vegetables. Dean shook his head. “I can't do this, man. I can't live on rabbit food. I'm a warrior.”

“Dean, you'll be fine,” Sam assured him.

“You don't know that.” Liam nearly tripped over his own feet and Dean grabbed him. Then he pulled an apple out of the bag Sam was carrying. “Eat something.”

Liam shook his head. “Dizzy spell, but this too shall pass.”

Dean sighed. “You haven’t had anything since breakfast yesterday. How many times do I gotta tell you, food is not optional.”

“Maybe, but the food supply is tainted. I will be fine.”

“Or you’ll pass out on us and your vitals will go wonky again. Just eat the damn apple, would you.” Liam grabbed the apple and took a bite.

“So, what's next on the list?” Sam asked.

“Well, if we're bum rushing the Alpha, then we're gonna need dead man's blood, which means a morgue. Or...”

“Or what?”

They all looked at a man sitting on a bench sipping from a soda cup. Dean looked to his companions. “Dude, forget the morgue. We are swimming in vamp poison.”

Sam walked over to him. “Excuse me, Sir. Hi. We, uh, we're with the... Red Cross? See, we have an emergency shortage, and we're gonna need you to...” He looked up at Sam vacantly. “You're not getting a word I'm saying, are you?”

Dean snapped his fingers in the man’s face. “Hey! Hold out your arm. We need your blood.” The man compliantly held out his arm. Dean pulled a syringe from his pocket and handed it to Liam. “You’re our blood collection expert. Tap him.”

Liam took the syringe and gave Dean a funny look. “In broad daylight in the middle of a parking lot?”

“Yeah, Liam, look around. It's friggin Woodstock. Everybody's hopped up on the brown acid. We don't need the song and dance. Give him a little prick.”

Liam sighed and stuck him. “Oww! That hurts,” the guy said in a kind of dull tone. “This is for Hurricane Katrina, you said?”

“Yes. Yes, I did,” Dean nodded.

Liam took three syringes full. “Yeah, this would be a very easy time to be a vampire if it weren’t for the whole poisoning thing.”

Sam grabbed Dean before they got into the car. “So, look, uh... When we get there... Bobby's gonna have to hang back. Do you disagree?”

“He ain't gonna like it. I mean, he helped us in getting Emily.”

“Look, I'm Team Bobby, too. Okay? But there's a reason we left him in the car with Emily. You know that. The more action he sees, the more chance he gets to spin out.”

Dean sighed. “All right, fine. So, we'll keep him off the front lines, and he can just, you know, keep calm and carry on, right?”

“Well, and if he can't?”

Liam shook his head. “Okay, I’ve been staying out of this because you two are the ones close to Bobby. However, if you’d like my two cents, keep him the hell away from Dick Roman. As far as I know, spirits pretty much always lose it eventually because it is not the natural thing. I mean, I once met one that had been dead nearly a hundred years that was quite sane and nice. That means they can stay who they were for a while depending on the individual. You two were close to him, so I would understand wanting to leave him as is and making him some strange future hunter’s problem. I liked him too, though the thought of him being in the backseat with me and invisible is a little creepy...”

“Get to the point,” Dean looked at him.

“Well, since Dick is the one who killed him, having him involved in this could lead to some serious rage issues that will make him deteriorate faster.”

They got back in the car, and with clues from Emily they found an old monastery. “This is where he took me,” Emily said.

“Are you sure?” Sam asked.

She nodded. “What now?”

“We'll get you someplace safe,” Dean answered. “Circle back and Ginsu these leeches.”

They took Emily to a motel room and she sat on the bed and turned on the TV. Sam jotted a number down on a piece of paper and handed it to her. “Here. If we're not back by dawn, call this number, Jody Mills. She's a friend. She'll take care of you. Here, use this phone,” he gave her one of his.

Dean put Bobby’s flask in the room safe. “You gotta hang here. For your own good. Capiche?” They went to leave and the door slammed on them. “Chill out, Bobby. We'll be back soon,” Dean mumbled quietly.

They drove back to the monastery and parked outside in the daylight. Dean peeked through binoculars. “Well, this time of day, most of them would be napping. They won't know what hit them. Hey. You two with me?”

“Are you sure you just want to charge in there, machetes blazing?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, well, either of you got a better idea?”

“My head is still throbbing, and all I’ve eaten in two days is an apple, so no,” Liam shook his head.

They got out and carefully made their way to the door, which was unlatched. “Maybe we're too late,” Dean said.

Sam poked his head inside and was grabbed from behind. Dean lunged after him, followed by Liam, and they were both grabbed as well. They were stripped of all weapons and hauled into a dining room where the Alpha vampire sat at the head of the table. “The Winchesters. I'm intrigued.”

Emily came in and Dean snorted. “Wow. For a girl raised in a basement, you're a hell of an actress.”

“You were gonna hurt my daddy.”

Dean shook his head. “You get a trophy in Stockholm Syndrome. And sorry to burst your bubble, but, uh... we weren't. Sam here had a better idea.”

“We're here to talk. That's it,” Sam insisted.

The Alpha laughed. “Now that my guys have taken your blades and your syringes of tainted blood. Is that what you mean? I'm going to peel off your faces and drink you slowly. Except you,” he pointed to Liam. “Sorry, don’t remember your name, but I never forget a scent. You were my special child Jacob’s mate before you coldly turned on him. Oh, yes, I still remember what you did. Looks like you rejected his gift as well.”

“Just listen. You need us,” Sam practically pleaded.

“Oh, yes. I am thirsty!”

“The plague! We know what it is! What do you know about leviathan?”

“A bit.”

“You know they're poisoning the food supply?”

“Roman didn't mention that when we met for dinner last fall. We made lots of plans. We are on excellent terms, he and I.”

“Or so you think,” Liam said. “What he’s going to do to your kind is probably a lot like what I did to your precious Jacob. The place where we found Emily, something freaky killed all but one of your children, and Emily said it was the blood of the doped up humans. I wouldn’t drink the kool aid were I you.”

“It suits you to think so. You need me on your side.”

Sam sighed. “Look, we're not the ones burning from the inside out. Think about it. Whatever deal Dick Roman made with you was crap! Trust us!”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because we can stop Dick. Stop all of it. We just... We need your blood for the weapon.”

The Alpha laughed again. “So now you want to prevent the extermination of the vampire race.”

“Call it a mutually beneficial thing,” Liam looked at him. “The enemy of my enemy and so on.”

A door opened and a young boy came in. “Allan, darling… Come,” the Alpha greeted him.

Dean shook his head. “Well, the creep gets creepier.”

“Edgar's here,” Allan announced. The Alpha nodded and dismissed him.

Dean sighed. “Wow, what a funny coincidence. All right, we need soap, uh, cleanser, anything with borax in it. We need knives.”

“Put the Winchesters in the study,” the Alpha ordered. “And the pretty blond traitor in the cellar. Word of advice, boys. You do not live through centuries of fire and ice and continental divide by jumping to conclusions.”

“You're making a mistake!” Sam cried out as he was dragged toward the door. “Listen! Wait!”

Sam and Dean were tossed into the study and the door was locked. There was a refrigerator with bags of blood, and a few empty bags hanging on little stands. Sam ran his fingers through his hair. “You think Edgar's here for the same reason we are? I mean, look, if they figured out that we're here to get Alpha blood for a weapon...”

“I think any way you slice it, you got Pac Man and True Blood in the same room and that's bad news. I mean, he's not stupid. Why the hell do you think he locked us in here?”

“Dean, we're his enemy. I mean, they're like monster cousins or something. Who would you give the benefit of the doubt to? Man, you know what? Maybe the Sucro is poisoning the vamps on accident. Maybe they'll fix it.”

“I think you got the oldest monster on earth thinking that he can hold his own because he always has.”

“Edgar's gonna eat him alive.”

Dean picked up the end of an empty blood bag that was a needle. “Yeah. Hey. You think you could pick a lock with this?”

Sam picked the lock and they made their way to the kitchen for knives, then back to the dining room. Edgar was about to eat the Alpha when Dean sliced his head off from behind. “Now are you going to give us the blood?”

The Alpha sat back in his chair and grabbed a glass. He cut his wrist open with one of his long fingernails and let the blood drip into the glass, offering it to Sam. “For taking care of Edgar. Now go.”

“What about my mate?” Dean asked.

“He’s a traitor of the worst kind. I can’t just let him walk out of here.”

“Yeah, you can,” Dean argued. “Jacob turned Liam without consulting him first. Liam got mad and bit back. He’s a feisty bastard, probably why Jacob liked him, but that’s what you get when you do what Jacob did.”

The Alpha sighed. “Very well. Go get the traitor,” he ordered.

“What about the little boy?” Sam asked.

“Are you joking?”

Dean looked at him. “Do we look like we're joking? How many other kids you got in here, you freak?”

“At the moment, just him. Emily, help Allan with his coat. He's leaving with Sam and Dean. Now, take it.” Sam took the cup with the blood. “What? No thank you? Oh, right. Your flesh is crawling. All you really want to do is kill me now. You hate having to wait and come back and try again.”

Dean nodded. “Pretty much. I wouldn't leave that head too close to that body for too long.”

Liam was brought up a little bruised and bloodied, but otherwise all right. They took the blood and the kid and went to the nearest police station to drop the little boy off. Then it was back to the motel. Dean opened the door. “Let's never do that again. Cops thought we took that kid.”

Sam shrugged. “Long as he gets back to his folks, I don't care what they thought.”

“We had to jump out a freakin window, man.”

Sam noticed the room safe was open and the flask was missing. “Dean? He's gone.” Sam pulled out his EMF detector and started scanning the room. “I'm getting trace bits of EMF, but it's fading fast. And Bobby's probably been gone three or four hours. He's got the flask, Dean. How the hell are we supposed to track him? Look, I hate to say this...”

Dean sighed. “Well, then don't. He's gone. How could he do this? I mean, we've got half the freakin weapon, we're almost there.”

Sam put the detector away. “It's not him. I mean, he's not thinking.”

“So, what, we just keep going while he's out there like this?”

“Do we have any other option? I mean, it's what he'd want us to do. Right?”

“Yeah, him and Frank and Cas, if his marbles were in the bag. It's a good thing we got Crowley in our corner. Right? Seeing as how it all comes down to him. What could possibly go wrong?” Liam stumbled and crashed to the floor out cold. “And there he goes.” Dean knelt down to check his pulse. “Yep, unsteady heartbeat, but there’s nothing we can do right now except force feed him something when he wakes up.”
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