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Hunting Humanity VII	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Instead of going home they went back to the Men of Letters headquarters so they could track Kevin down without any distractions. After a few days of finding nothing Dean went on a supply run while Liam kept digging. When he came back he set a six pack of beer on the table. “Any breakthroughs while I was gone?”

“Nope. Just getting used to being alone and unloved, that’s all.”

Dean sighed and moved to stand behind him. “Stop it,” he wrapped his arms around Liam’s shoulders from behind and kissed his neck. “For probably the millionth time, I’m sorry. Things got crazy, and I did what I thought was best.”

“I woke up alone in a hospital. They checked me out and I was fine, so they discharged me. I had nothing and had to break into an abandoned building.”

“And we came and found you as soon as we could. I didn’t know the hospital was going to toss you out like that. But it’s over now and I’m happy to have you back, okay?”

Liam sighed. “Okay. I think I just need a nice long break from all of this.”

“As soon as we find Kevin you can have one. You do understand why this is so important, right?”

“I do.”

Sam came in then looking disheveled and a little out of it. Dean looked up. “Man, I'm telling you, give me five minutes with some clippers.”

“Oh, shut up. Uh, what time did I lay down?”

“You took a siesta around noon. Yesterday.” Dean grabbed a beer and tossed it to his brother. Sam didn’t even react and it crashed to the floor.

“I'm sorry, I, uh...”

“That's why we don't have nice things, Sam.” Sam stumbled a little as he moved to the table. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I'm, I'm fine, I just-” He leaned on the table and rubbed his face. “Uh, you know what, I'm gonna get dressed. We should go find Kevin.”

“Hey, easy sleeping beauty. Look, man, I've hacked into every security camera around Garth's houseboat, Kevin's hometown, where Mrs Tran lived...”

“And?”

“Well, nothing so far.”

“Dean, we have to find him.”

“I know. I know, but Garth is out looking for him, we got a hunter APB out on Kevin, we will do what we can from here while you get better.”

“I'm fine. Dean, I can still go out there, I can still hunt.”

“Really? Then come with me.”

Dean took them down into a shooting bunker. “This is stupid,” Sam protested.

Dean took his gun and fired, hitting the target in the chest both times. “Alright. You hit that target, we'll talk about getting you back out there.”

“No problem.” Sam took the gun and seemed a bit unsteady as he tried to aim. He gripped it with both hands and still missed the target entirely on both shots.

“Look, man, this second trial hit you a lot harder than that first one. I don't know whether it was just more intense or what.”

“Felt the same. Till the next day.”

“So, we're gonna sit tight. Keep an eye out until you get better.” Liam leaned against Dean a little bit. “Whoa, I didn’t notice it a minute ago, but you feel kinda warm and you’re getting snuggly. You’re getting sick on me too.”

“Am not,” Liam argued.

Dean pointed toward the door. “Bed. Now.”

“Who died and made you king?”

“Please don’t argue. Do you remember the last time you worked sick? Was it fun getting pneumonia and winding up in the hospital? Because it wasn’t fun for me seeing you like that.”

“Fine. I’ll go get a glass of water and lie down for a little bit, but I do mean for only a little bit.”

Sam and Dean went back up to the library and Sam noticed there was a new email. He opened it up. “It's from Charlie. In the neighborhood, found you guys a case. Found us a case?”

“In the neighborhood? How the hell does she know where we are?”

“Uh, well, she doesn't. Not exactly, at least. It says she tracked our cells to a twenty mile radius, then the signal went out. Huh. This place must be in some kinda, like, Bermuda Triangle.”

“What, are you saying we can make and receive phone calls from here and nobody can track us? Man I love this place.”

The next afternoon Sam and Dean waited outside for Charlie. She pulled up and got out. “Your Highness!” Dean greeted her with a smile.

“What's up, bitches?” she smiled back at him. “I see you’re one dude short. Where’s my king?”

“Sick in bed,” Dean answered. “I had to tie him down.”

“Oh, well that blows.” She hugged Dean, and then Sam too. Sam then had to lean back against the Impala. “You okay, Sam?”

“Yeah, no, I'm, I'm good, yeah. What're you doing in Kansas?”

“Uh... a comic convention. In Topeka.”

“In the middle of the week?”

“Girl's gotta get her collectibles. So, are you gonna invite me into your dungeon, or do I gotta answer your questions three first?”

“Allow us. Let us introduce you to the Men of Letters.”

They took her inside while telling her what happened and what they knew. “Holy awesome. Too bad they got wiped out, though that is what they get for the sexist name.”

Sam gave a little chuckle. “Well, anyway, that's our skinny. How about you?”

“Um, made a deal with the yesteryear weirdos, we're gonna team up to stomp the shadow orcs. You guys are still coming to the mid year jubilee, right?”

“Wouldn't miss it,” Dean answered.

“So what about this case you brought us?” Sam asked.

“When I was in Topeka, I saw this pop up over the wire. Tom Blake, a checkout clerk in Salina, who went missing on his way home from work. He was found dead yesterday, his insides liquefied. Locals have no idea what happened, they tried to bury the report so people wouldn't freak, but I flagged it. I have eliminated the following things that go bump in the night...”

Sam gave her a funny look. “Wait a second. When did you become such an expert?”

“Well, after you guys left, I dug into all things monsters. I'm a wee bit obsessive. If wee bit means completely. I also found this series of books, by a Carver Edlund? Did those books really happen?” Both Sam and Dean just let out little sighs. “Wow. That is some meta madness. Thanks for saving the world and stuff. Sam, sorry you have zero luck with the ladies.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not in the books, but not long after Liam was human again my luck turned,” he showed her his wedding ring.

“Awesome. Yeah, I did find it a little strange that the books had Liam just leave you after being turned human.”

“The author didn’t think readers would like the gay stuff,” Dean told her. “We need to find every single copy of those books and burn them.”

“They're online now, so good luck with that.”

“Awesome,” Dean grumbled.

Liam came in then looking like crap warmed over. “Hey, Charlie,” he greeted her before having a hacking fit.

“Hey there,” she smiled at him. “I’d hug you too, but word has it I’d need a hazmat suit.”

“It’s just a cold,” Liam gave a side glance to Dean.

“Yeah, and what are you doing out of bed?” Dean asked. “I recall telling you to stay there until you were better.”

“Dean, I’m not some feeble thing. That, and I’m tired of being in bed. Unlike at home, this place doesn’t have a TV in the bedrooms. There isn’t a TV anywhere in fact. I’m bored.”

“Yeah, well, deal with it. I will go see if there's anything to this, uh, case.”

“I'm coming with you,” Sam insisted. He stood up, but nearly fell over onto the table.

“Whoa, are you sure you're okay?” Charlie asked.

“Yes.”

Dean shook his head. “No. You're taking a knee as long as you're off your game.”

“You are not leaving me here over a cold,” Liam insisted.

Dean put a hand on his forehead. “You’re still hot, which means back to bed with you. I’m not arguing.”

“Well if you’re not arguing then I’m coming with.”

“I'll go with you,” Charlie offered.

“No disrespect, okay, but there's a big difference between reading about hunting and actually hunting.”

“You’re two men down. I'm coming with.”

“Come with me then,” Dean motioned for her to follow to the shooting range. He loaded a gun and handed it to her.

“For serious?”

“Okay, now, if you can hit that target then we can talk about you actually-” She grabbed the gun and made two perfect head shots. “Alright, if you're gonna do a ride along, then, uh... you gotta lose the novelty t-shirts.”

“Son of a pantsuit.”

When Dean left with Charlie Sam turned to Liam. “Can you believe this?”

“No,” Liam grumbled. “I almost got away with hiding in the car again, but then I started coughing.”

“I do agree that you should rest. You’re never any good to us sick. Whoa, what is this?” Sam asked when Liam snuggled up to him.

“My entire body aches, I’ve got the chills, and I can’t breathe. You’re the only person here. Deal with it.”

Sam sighed and just let Liam hug him for a few minutes. “Yeah, you do feel warm. Burning up actually. Maybe bed isn’t such a bad idea for you.”

“Fine. I’ll go take a hot shower first though. The heat eases the ache a little bit.”

A little while later Sam decided he wasn’t being left behind. He was going anyway, and even though he tried, he could not convince Liam to stay behind by himself. As soon as they got into town they caught whiff of another crime scene. While they were looking around Dean and Charlie showed up. “Took you guys so long?” Sam greeted them.

“What the hell are you two doing here?” Dean was a bit angry.

“Working the case, same as you.” Sam pointed to the direction of the body. “Jake Hill, librarian. Went missing yesterday, no relation to the other victim. Coroner already swooped in and scooped up what was left of him.”

“Yeah, we met her, bit of a stickler. Well, if there's not a body, there's nothing else to see here, so why don't you guys head on home?”

“Still have to talk to the witnesses,” Sam pointed out.

“Well, we can handle that. Charlie, why don't you go talk to the witnesses.”

“But I don't wanna miss the broman-”

“Charlie,” Dean growled and she went off to talk to the teenage boys who found the body.” “Look, man, I know you're frustrated, but you're also sick. Liam is sick.”

“I'm not leaving, Dean. And Liam, he may be weakened, but he’s determined. When he digs his heels in he is a force, and we both know it.”

“I know you wanna help, I do, but-”

“Dean, you cannot take care of all of us. I need to be out here. Play through the pain, right?”

“Come on man, don't quote me to me.”

Charlie came back. “So the boys said they noticed something on the body's arm before it covered them in years of future therapy. Said it looked like a blue hand print.”

“Sounds like something you should read about. In a book. At home,” Dean glared at his brother.

“I'm not leaving until we find out whatever is doing this.”

Liam came back from talking to a few of the police officers. “Well, they weren’t much help.”

Dean glared at him. “And you, what the hell is in your head? Don’t you learn?”

“Dean, you act like I’ve got the plague. You say my mind is an asset, why waste it? If Sam isn’t taking a time out, then neither am I. Period.”

“Whatever,” Dean stormed off.

Charlie looked to Sam. “Does this mean we don't have to break into the coroner's office anymore?”

“That's a good idea,” Sam admitted.

Then Dean sped off in the Impala. “Is he leaving? He's leaving!” Charlie seemed a bit alarmed.

Sam sighed. “That's alright. I stole your car. I think I know where he's going. Come on.”

“Cool. Wait, you stole my car?”

They actually beat Dean to the morgue, and were waiting for him in the hall when he got there. “What took you so long?” Sam seemed a little smug.

Dean frowned. “I stopped for gas. Shut up. Body's in here.”

Then the headlights from a car shone through the window. “The hell?” Sam’s eyes narrowed.

Charlie went to go sneak a peek. “It's the coroner. I got this.”

Sam, Dean, and Liam slipped into the morgue. Dean opened a drawer and looked inside to find nothing. “The hell? It's empty.”

Sam grabbed the paperwork and flipped through it. “Uh... they burned the bodies.”

“Already?”

“Yeah, they think it's some kinda like, uh, outbreak scenario. Even got the CDC to sign off on it.”

“These folks run a tight ship. So does this mean we need to take Silkwood showers now, or is this still a case?”

“Yeah, something about that mark the kid saw rings a bell.” Sam started taking pictures of the documents with his phone. “Probably have to check the lore, or maybe Dad's journal.”

Dean looked to Liam who was flushed and leaning against the wall. “You really don’t look so good. But I’ll yell at you some more later, right now we gotta go.”

They ran out and were waiting in the car when Charlie came out. “That was uh, interesting,” Charlie commented.

They drove back to the bunker for research. Dean turned to Liam once they were inside. “Bed. Now.”

“Yeah, and then you’ll find something and leave without me,” Liam argued. “I’ve done mostly nothing but sleep for two days. I’m good.”

“No, you’re not. Look, we won’t leave without you, I promise. I give up. You win as always. But, Babe, please go rest for now. Go on. I’ll bring you some tea in a little bit even.”

“The tea I have at home is better, but okay,” Liam gave in and headed off.

“You really do love him, don’t you?” Charlie said with a little smile.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “He can be a giant pain in the ass at times, but god help me, I don’t know what I’d do without him.”

“Now if I could only find that special girl.”

“I’m sure you will. I used to think people were just talking out of their asses when they said it would happen when I least expected it. And then...” he motioned in the direction Liam went.

They gathered in the library and pulled out a bunch of books. Charlie sat with her iPad. “Leviathan maybe?” Sam threw out the idea after a few hours.

Charlie shook her head. “No, they consume their prey.”

“Well, maybe the victims were leviathan.”

“No black goo on either scene in the coroner reports.”

“Dragons, they uh-”

“No signs of burns on the victims,” Charlie crossed them off the list on her iPad.

“I hate that thing,” Sam paused a second. “I want one.”

“Wait a second. Djinn,” Dean grinned while reading from a book.

“Djinn victims don't get liquefied,” Charlie pointed out.

“No, not regular djinn. According to this, there's a bastard offshoot. Uh, their eyes light up blue, they pass as humans, all that regular jazz, except these leave their victims with jelly like insides, and supposedly, when they poison their victims, they leave behind a blue hand print.”

Charlie eyed the book. “I hate that thing. And I want one.”

“So these things die like regular djinn?” Sam asked.

“Silver blade dipped in lamb's blood, yeah. And now we just gotta find the asshat.”

Charlie stood up. “Alright, well, breakthrough means snack time to me, and I wanna just stretch my legs. I will pick us up some grub, and unlike you, Sam, I will not forget the pie.”

When she was gone Dean turned to his brother. “She seem a little off to you?”

“Since the second she got here.”

They waited for a little while and then Dean went to go check on Liam. “Still breathing, or trying to,” he said when he returned to the library. “Any word from Charlie?”

Sam shook his head. “Uh, no. And there was no comic convention in Topeka. I don't know why... I mean, why would she lie to us?”

“One way to find out,” Dean pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“What are you doing?”

“When I called you earlier from her phone, I turned on her GPS.”

They tracked her phone to an apartment and broke in. The place was empty and some furniture was overturned. On the table Sam spotted a box with fake ID’s. “The hell?”

“What the hell is this place?” Dean looked around.

“Whatever it is, it belongs to Charlie. Or some variation of her.”

“Who the hell is she, Jason Bourne? Okay, so we got no forced entry, so either it was somebody that she knew, or...”

“Djinn,” Sam finished the thought.

Dean found her phone. “Here's all our missed calls. You got anything on her laptop?”

“Yeah, um, she's been making donations through her aliases to Shawnee County General here in Topeka.”

“What, a charity?”

“A patient. Gertrude Middleton.”

“We need answers. I'll take Gertrude, you keep djinn digging. Oh, and make Liam feel like he’s participating, but don’t let him push himself. The way he keeps coughing and wheezing, I’m afraid he’s coming down with pneumonia again, but the dumbass won’t just curl up in bed.”

Sam nodded. “The last time the doctor did say he does seem very prone to it. I’ve been kind of thinking the same thing.”

Sam took Liam back to the bunker, and Dean came back shortly to tell them what he found out. “So no chance of a recovery, huh,” Sam frowned.

“No, Gertrude seemed like a cool mom, too. Kind, strong, taken from her family way too young, remind you of anybody? Did you find anything?”

“I think so. A John Doe from nine years ago. The original coroner wanted the body sent to the CDC, but the coroner's new assistant accidentally ordered the body to be burned.”

“New assistant?”

“Jennifer O'Brien. It’s her,” Liam croaked out before a bad coughing fit where he couldn’t seem to pull in any air.

Dean quickly moved behind him and started rubbing his shoulders. “Easy. Try to breathe slow.” Once Liam seemed okay again Dean kissed the top of his head. “Coroner's a hell of a cover for hiding kills.”

Sam waited until Liam was breathing okay again. “Now get this. CDC never heard from Jennifer this time either. She faked the reports, burned the bodies to cover her tracks.”

“So why does she get sloppy again after nine years, start leaving the bodies where they can be found?”

“Well, let's go ask her. According to this, she owns two pieces of property in town, one two bedroom house about ten minutes from here, and an abandoned shipping warehouse.”

“Of course she does. Babe, any way I can convince you to stay here and go back to bed?”

“No.”

“Didn’t think so.”

They drove out to the warehouse and made their way inside. The place seemed empty except for Charlie passed out and tied to a chair. Dean ran over to her. “Charlie! Hey!” he shook her a little. “Hey. Charlie.”

Sam went off to look around. Dean then heard a crash and went off to investigate. He found the djinn on top of Sam and he stabbed her from behind and killed her. “You okay?” Dean asked his brother.

“Yeah,” Sam nodded as he got up.

They took out the antidote they had mixed up and injected it into Charlie’s arm. Nothing happened. “What the hell's going on?” Dean was upset.

Sam shrugged. “I don't know. Different djinn, maybe she needs a different antidote?”

Dean touched her forehead. “She's burning up, man, we're not letting her turn to jello.”

Sam sighed. “Okay, uh... Okay, djinn poison puts your brain in something like a feedback loop while your blood boils, right?”

“Right.”

“Um, if the antidote didn't break the loop, then maybe we can find a way to break it from the inside. I mean, if djinn take you to your happy place, your happy place is like a dream.”

“African dream root,” they both said at the same time.

“Do you even still have any of that?” Liam asked.

Dean looked at him. “One, a little bit, yes. Two, sit down because you look like you’re gonna fall over.”

Dean went to the car and got a little jar of it out of the trunk. Dean sat in a chair next to Charlie while Sam added one of her hairs to the mixture. “Alright, let's do this.” Dean drank it down and was quickly out.

Sam put a hand on Liam’s cheek while he sat on Charlie’s other side. “You know, from how hot you are right now, and the way you can’t seem to breathe very well, we don’t think this is just a cold. Given your history, you do understand that you’re scaring us, right?”

Liam forced out a little sigh. “You might be right, but we’ve got a job to do, and I can’t just curl up and be a lump. Like you and Dean have both said now, play through the pain.”

“Liam, human bodies have limitations. Trying to hunt while as sick as you are, that’s like trying to hunt after a week without sleep. It just doesn’t work.”

“Then what’s your excuse?”

Sam was quiet for a moment. “Denial partly I guess. This whole thing scares me a lot, but to get through it I keep telling myself I’m okay. That’s what I keep telling everyone else too.” Sam heard a noise and suddenly went still.

A teenage boy appeared suddenly. “You killed my mom,” he started approaching them, his eyes blue.

Sam’s eyes narrowed. “So, it wasn't your mom who messed up, it was you.”

“Shut up!” the djinn shouted as he hit Sam and knocked him down. “I just came of age, I had to feed. I screwed up.”

While the djinn was busy with Sam and ignoring him, Liam grabbed the knife dipped in blood off the floor and stabbed the djinn from behind. When the djinn dropped to the floor so did Liam. Sam ran over to him. “You still with us?”

“Yeah. Can you just help me back into the chair so I can at least die somewhere other than the floor?”

Sam picked him up. “No, hobbit, you’re not gonna die. You are however, going to go to a doctor as soon as we wrap this up.”

“No!” Liam protested. “Then I’ll just get put back into a hospital. I hate hospitals.”

“Listen to me. You need to start taking better care of yourself. I know you have this thing about being useful, but you won’t do us any good dead, not to mention what that would do to Dean.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Dean started to wake up and Sam turned his attention to him. “Dean. Hey. You okay? What happened?”

“I'm okay.” Dean looked over to Charlie. “Charlie?” Charlie woke with a gasp and just stared at Dean. “I'm sorry. I had to.” Charlie started sobbing and Dean pulled her into a hug.

They went back to the bunker, and in the morning they stood outside with Charlie before she left. “So... thanks for saving my bacon.”

“Any time, your Highness,” Sam smiled at her.

“You know you're gonna be okay, right? Those books portray you as like, one tough customer. If anyone can get through the trials, Sam, it's you.”

“Thanks. You know, you really should come back and dig through our archives. You are definitely a Woman of Letters.”

“I like the sound of that,” she hugged Sam and turned to Liam. “And you, you’re way too stubborn for your own good.”

“So people keep telling me.”

“You weren’t in the books much, but I think you’re pretty tough yourself. Rest up and get better because in the next major battle I’m going to need my fearless king.”

Liam chuckled a little. “Will do.”

“Oh, what the hell,” she gave him a hug too.

Next she turned to Dean. “Well, thanks for stopping by, Charlie,” he smiled at her. “What's next for you?”

“Gonna go by the hospital. Gotta let go, right? What about you, you're gonna let it go?”

“Never.”

“That's my boys. I love you.”

“I know.” Dean pulled Charlie into a hug and kissed her temple before she got in her car and left.

When she was gone Sam looked to his brother. “Okay, look, you were right, I should've laid low, I know, I should've hung back, but I'm glad I was able to-”

Dean suddenly pulled him into a hug. “You know what, I know finding Kevin is important, but what do you say we go home for a small break? And you,” he pointed to Liam. “Doctor. Don’t even think about fighting me on this. You are too important to me.”

Liam looked at him. “Something happened in that dream, didn’t it?”

“Yes, and no, I’m not going to tell you what. Just go grab your stuff and let’s get going.”
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