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Hunting Humanity	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1868 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Liam had to stop breathing, a luxury his two human companions did not possess. As all three of them stared at the door wondering what the hell would make such a stench, they began to hear guttural barking coming from outside. It was so loud it hurt Liam’s ears. It almost sounded like it was coming from inside their heads as well as outside. Suddenly there was pounding on the door, the wood buckling a little from whatever was outside trying to get in. The knocks grew louder and more violent. The door was not going to hold. “Sammy...” Dean turned to his brother who had already fetched a gas can of salt from his bag and was pouring lines across the door and windows. Dean grabbed another can and tossed it at Liam. “Make a circle, NOW!” he barked the order.

Liam caught the can and immediately began to do as told. He had some idea what was on the other side of that door, and what a little salt was going to do he had no idea. However, once a circle was made in the center of the room that was big enough for the three of them, he set the can to the side and waited for one hell of a fight.

The brothers backed into the circle with their guns trained on the door. “Don’t step outside the circle,” Sam instructed.

“Please tell me you did not make a deal!” Dean demanded worriedly of Liam. It seemed he had an idea of what was after them too.

“No, I did not make a deal!” Liam insisted. “Do I look like a moron?”

“I’ll get back to you on that,” Dean snapped.

“If I had made a deal with a demon, what would I need you two for?” It was true, he could’ve gone to a demon and made a deal to get his humanity back. However, that would’ve only resulted in ten years of life, and then the pit until he himself was a demon. He’d spent time around hunters, and dealt with demons when it was the most convenient. He knew how it worked. “I’ve had offers, but no... Do you at least know how to kill them?” He couldn’t help but wonder if his more shady associations had finally caught up to him. If so, then what?

“If it bleeds you can kill it,” came Dean’s answer, but the expression on his face implied he really didn’t have a clue. “Keep your eyes open, Sammy. That ain’t Lassie.”

The door flew open and landed somewhere by the beds. The stench wafted in and became stronger as the hell hounds stood at the threshold of the door, claw marks appearing on the ground. A dapper gentleman in a brown suit and glowing red eyes stepped past them and into the room with a menacing grin. “Hello, Liam. Up for making that deal now?”

“What’s he talking about, Liam?” Dean demanded, his gun trained on the demon.

“He didn’t tell ya?” the demon raised an eyebrow at Liam. “I offered him a sweet deal. I’d make him human for ten years, but no... Now I’m working for the guy who wants his entrails on a platter. Your options are this; turn him over, or I’ll let my pups rip you all to shreds.”

Liam was a little worried at that moment. He didn’t really know what the brothers were going to do. Sam was sympathetic to his cause, but Dean, he was a wild card. Of course, they had to know demons lied, and this one was probably going to kill them all anyway. Then Dean turned to Sam and they looked at each other. Dean’s eye twitched in an unspoken signal and both brothers fired. Dean’s round went into the demon’s forehead, knocking him back. Sam’s went into one of the hounds, and Dean fired again to hit the other. There was Liam’s answer. The hunters were not going to give him up without a fight. “Tell your boss he can kiss my ass, Sebastien!” Liam shouted, his chest swelling up a little. Of course, they still weren’t out of the woods.

Dean shot a few more iron rounds into the demon. They weren’t fatal shots to a demon of that caliber, but the smoking wounds did slow him down and threw him into the hotel wall. “Have it your way,” was all the demon said as he retreated, leaving the hounds to finish it.

The two hulking dogs bounded about the room, knocking everything over in their path. They were invisible to the human eye, but Liam’s keen eyes could spot the edges of their forms. The hunters continued to fire, though their bullets seemed to make little difference. One of them leapt at Sam, but that was only a distraction. The other neared the circle, its claws cutting through the carpet and its putrid breath blowing away the salt.

“Don’t let the circle break!” Dean cried, desperately trying to kick the salt back. Liam tried to help, but with sunlight now streaming into the room through the open door hurting his eyes, it proved too much and was no use. Dean’s body was flung across the room and the hound started tearing into him. “Sam!” he called out for help as his chest was exposed and deep gashes appeared.

It was Liam who sprung into action. He took the knife and plunged it into the side of the hound. A high pitched howling could be heard as it retreated from its kill. The vampire crouched beside the hunter, and any hound who came close got a taste of silver. “What do we do?” he called to Sam. He had good stamina, but he couldn’t keep this up forever.

“Try to stop the bleeding!” Sam barked while he busied himself with digging through their belongings. Eventually he pulled out a beat up looking brown bag with what looked like dirt in it. He poured a handful into his hand and threw it at the hounds, chanting a quick spell. The hounds yelped and finally retreated. The iron, the silver, and now the goofer dust were just too much for them.

Dean lay on the ground in pretty bad shape. Deep gashes were all over his body bleeding profusely. He tried to sit up, but the pain and the blood loss was just too much. “Sam?” he choked out, quickly going into shock.

Sam raced to his brother’s side, worry etched in his features. Blood quickly stained his jeans, but he paid it no mind. “Hold on, Dean. Just please, hold on. Call an ambulance!” he snapped at Liam.

There was just one problem. Now that the hounds were gone, Liam’s brain had left fight mode. The smell of blood hit him, a lot of blood. He stayed crouched as an epic war was fought inside him. The delicious blood, he wanted it, had to have it... The monster inside him screamed for him to leap onto Dean and drain him the rest of the way until his heart stopped beating. Desire and hunger were in the vampire’s eyes as he just stared and made a low growling noise.

Sam drew protectively over his brother, now very worried he was going to have to fight off a very hungry vampire on top of everything else. But just when it seemed the monster was going to win, Liam forced himself into a standing position. “No!” he shouted at himself and moved to pick up the phone and call that ambulance. “Just hurry!” he cried after he gave all the pertinent information. He was in control of himself again, but how long that was going to last, he didn’t know.

He grabbed a towel and inched over to where Dean lay in a puddle of pooling blood. “I can do this,” he said mostly to himself as he applied pressure to the wound on Dean’s chest that seemed to be the worst. His hands were shaking as he applied pressure, suggesting his restraint was tenuous at best.

Dean tried to talk, but the pain and blood loss were making it very difficult. He seemed to have trouble drawing breath. “Don’t talk, Dean,” Sam said sternly, still keeping an eye on Liam just in case. “You’re gonna be all right, I promise.” His words didn’t sound very sure, and Liam could see fear in the man’s eye. The brothers were no doubt used to getting scraped up, but this was bad. “Just hang on, Dean. You’ve got to hang on.” His voice was pleading now.

The paramedics came in about ten minutes, though it seemed like an eternity. Liam retreated into the bathroom, sliding down to the floor and letting tears of frustration spill. He’d damn near lost it, and that wasn’t good. There had to be a way to make the monster inside him go away permanently, there just had to be.

The paramedics assessed the situation quickly. Dean had lost enough blood that they had to make a choice, fully stabilizing him or getting him to the hospital. In the end, they got him on oxygen and an IV started before they scooped and ran. Sam wanted to ride along, but the paramedics wouldn’t allow it. They said it was policy.

Once they were gone Liam emerged from the bathroom, wiping the tears away. He knew they were going to have to leave the room, though whether Sam would still want him around after nearly eating his brother the vampire didn’t know. Either way, he started gathering up his things.

“Thanks, man,” Sam said quietly while leaning against the wall. “I know that couldn’t have been easy for you.”

“You have no idea,” Liam mumbled. The smell of what seemed like gallons of blood still hung in the air, but it was growing cold and less appealing.

“I have to go to Dean,” Sam said while beginning to gather their things together. “Are you serious about becoming human again? Because if you are, you’re going to have to come with me... somehow...”

“Of course I’m serious,” Liam answered, glad Sam wasn’t kicking him to the curb because of his near slip. “I can go under a blanket. As long as I’m shielded, I’ll be fine.” It wasn’t the most convenient way to travel, but it would work.

He grabbed a comforter off one of the beds and draped it over himself with just his eyes visible so he could see. Then he peeked out into the parking lot. It was mostly clear, with only a few people poking about wondering what the ambulance had been there for. Liam took short but quick steps out to the car, getting a few strange looks as he climbed in the back seat and settled in, completely covering himself with the blanket.

Sam made two trips gathering all their things before climbing into the driver’s seat and bringing the roaring engine to life. He sped down the road, occasionally glancing at his blanket covered companion in the back seat. “We don’t know what we’re gonna find at the hospital,” he said, “but you’ll need this.” He tossed back a leather wallet that Liam picked up to take a look at. It was an FBI ID and badge. More importantly, it was Dean’s ID. “Now we don’t have to worry about cops asking too many questions.” Liam shook his head, wondering how he was going to pull this off.
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