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Hunting Humanity II	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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That evening dinner was pretty much the same routine. Because of everything that had happened Liam was not hungry again. He hadn’t eaten all day while he was possessed, but having a demon inside you threatening those you cared about was enough to take away anyone’s appetite. Dean still did not care. He handed Liam a small bowl of hot dogs and beans and was not satisfied until a little over half the bowl was in Liam’s stomach. “Why do you keep forcing this?” Liam asked Dean after he’d finished wrapping up the leftovers.

“Because you haven’t seem to have gotten it through your thick skull that humans need to eat. It’s not optional. When you were a vampire you always drank blood. Why?”

“If I didn’t I’d eventually lose control and slaughter half the town.”

Dean nodded. “So, you have some sense at least. For humans the consequence of not eating food is you get weak, and after a while you die. Does that sound like something you want? I know I sure as hell want you kept alive.”

Liam nodded and sank down on the couch beside his lover. His phone rang and it was a number he didn’t recognize, but he picked it up. It was the police officer from his rape case. They talked for only a minute or two before Liam hung up. “Who was that?” Dean asked.

“The police officer. They got the guy who attacked me.”

“That’s great!” Dean smiled and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Did they nail him?”

“Yeah. They caught him just like the officer said they might. He went to a small clinic the next town over to get his shoulder looked at. It wasn’t dislocated, but it was wrenched pretty bad. The clinic staff recognized his description and the injury patterns so they turned him in. Anyway, DNA proved it was his blood all over my shirt, so there’s no way he can deny having any contact with me. Both our injuries means that no sane jury will believe the sex was consensual. And so, he just decided to plead guilty to sexual assault on me. They’re going to try to get him on the other two, and hope others come forward. Both the other two had the same brand of condom lubricant they found inside me, and they’re going to do a line up with the other two also.”

Dean hugged him tight. “That’s gotta make you feel better. I know I’m happy the sick puppy that hurt you is off the streets now.”

“Yeah,” Liam sighed. “What would really make me feel better is to rewind time and make it so it never happened in the first place.”

“I know, babe,” Dean stroked his hair. “You know I’ll do what I can to help you through this. You wanna play that card game you taught us until bed time?”

“Sure,” Liam shrugged.

“Sam, get the cards. Bobby, come play this crazy card game with us. It’s really a blast.”

The older hunter didn’t seem all that thrilled to be roped into a card game, but he joined the other three at the kitchen table. Liam explained the rules to him quick before they began. They played for nearly two hours until Liam had all the cards. “Damn, you’re quick,” Bobby shook his head. “Reflexes like that make for a good hunter. Alright, I’m gonna go catch up on current events before bed.”

“And I’m gonna keep doing research on how to save my bacon,” Dean patted Liam on the shoulder. “You look tired, why don’t you get ready for bed?”

“I guess,” Liam sighed and headed up to the bathroom before stripping and climbing into bed. Before going to sleep though he pulled out his copy of ‘The Secret Garden’ and started reading. Before he knew it Dean was coming in.

“Got yourself a real thriller there I see,” Dean smirked when he saw the book.

“I love this book,” Liam frowned as he put the bookmark in it and put it down. “This is my fourth time through it.”

Dean got into bed and pulled Liam close, kissing his neck. “I was just making a crack. I didn’t mean to put down your book. If you like it that much then it must be good. Look, since you’re up I was kinda thinking. I know you’ve been through a terrible ordeal, but maybe you’d be okay with...” Dean leaned in and started kissing Liam passionately. Liam tensed up and whimpered, his heart pounding and his breath becoming labored as he started shaking. Dean pulled back and frowned. “I guess not. Look, babe, I’m sorry. I was thinking with my little head again, but you’re clearly not ready for that yet.” He reached out to stroke his mate’s hair lovingly. “You know I love you and I would never force you. In fact, I really want to kill that asswipe that touched you. It’s only a small comfort we went to the authorities and he got caught.”

“I know,” Liam gave him a small smile. “Just give me a little while. For now, will you just hold me and keep the nightmares away?”

“It’ll be my pleasure,” Dean smiled and pulled him close, kissing his shoulder.

Liam put his head on Dean’s shoulder and stared up at the ceiling. “Did you know it actually is your pleasure? Skin to skin contact actually causes your brain to lower stress hormones and increase serotonin and dopamine which makes you happy. It also stimulates production of oxytocin, which is called the bonding hormone. It makes you feel close to someone and in love.”

“Well look at you, all full of knowledge,” Dean laughed softly. “Whatever is going on in my brain when I hold you close, I do feel very happy and couldn’t love you more. Now, rest that brain of yours and go to sleep.”

Liam kissed Dean’s cheek and closed his eyes. Next thing he knew it was morning. Dean was still sound asleep so Liam slipped out of bed and into some clothes. When he went downstairs no one was up. Sam was asleep on the couch again. Bobby must not have had another bed for him. That was when Liam got an idea. He took out all the pans and plates and things that one would need to fry and eat an egg. Then he put everything right into the dish drying rack to make it look like he’d eaten breakfast already, and just cleaned up after himself.

That’s exactly what he told Dean when he came down and asked Liam what he wanted for breakfast. Dean seemed to buy it, kissing him with a smile. “Finally come to your senses have you?”

“Yeah,” Liam nodded, wondering how he was going to keep the ruse going. He hated Dean pestering him to eat when he really didn’t want to. He did end up having a sandwich for lunch. There was no way out of that. Sam told them he’d found their tattoo artist and made an appointment for the next day just after lunch.

At dinner time Liam took a little initiative and made meatloaf. He made up three plates and served the men in the living room. “This is as good as Natalie’s,” Sam commented. “Where’d a vampire learn to cook like this?”

Liam shrugged. “In one of my lives I was a chef. Just because I couldn’t eat the food didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy making it and getting a little pleasure out of others enjoying it. If you’ll excuse me, I made quite a mess in the kitchen. I’ll go clean that up and eat at the same time.”

“You make sure you do,” Dean said with a mouth full of meatloaf. “A little piece at least.”

Liam didn’t of course. He only washed an extra plate and fork to make it look like he did. When he came back out Bobby gave him a look that suggested the older hunter knew he was full of shit, but nothing was said.

Liam pulled the same trick the next morning. He didn’t see what all of Dean’s fuss was about. Sure, he felt a little more tired than normal, and he was getting lightheaded dizzy spells, but it wasn’t the doom and gloom Dean was worried about. He’d be fine until his appetite returned. He couldn’t escape lunch time again. They’d decided to go to a burger joint just before their appointment with the tattoo artist. Liam had no choice but to order himself a grilled chicken sandwich and a soda, and sit and eat it.

He’d been a little nervous about getting a tattoo, but it turned out to really not be that bad. The outline didn’t hurt at all. The shading in made the skin really tender, and there was a moment when he wondered if he could take the pain. He made it through though, and had a nice new tattoo that would protect him from ever getting possessed again.

“I need to do some shopping for dinner,” he said on their way out.

“Then I guess we’re all going to the grocery store,” Dean insisted. “A demon may not be able to squirm its way inside you anymore, but I’m still not leaving you alone.”

Liam sighed but didn’t argue. Dean was being way too protective. Sure, bad things had happened to him in the past, but that didn’t mean danger was lurking around every corner. He tried to pretend Sam and Dean weren’t there following him around while he shopped. Instead of just getting the stuff for one meal he planned a whole week’s worth of menus and bought everything he needed. Dean’s eyes widened when he saw the total. “Man, food is expensive. We didn’t get that much and it’s over a hundred dollars.”

Liam just shrugged and swiped his debit card, entering his pin. They took it all home and Liam put everything away before staring on that night’s dinner. He made rotini carbonara from scratch, serving it out in the living room again. “You’re gonna spoil us,” Dean took his bowl with a smile. “Oh, there’s bacon in the sauce!”

Liam yet again promised to eat when he cleaned up, and yet again he didn’t. The deception continued the next morning. “Okay,” Dean nodded. “Let me have a bowl of the oatmeal I picked out and then we’ll officially start your training.”

After Dean finished his breakfast they went outside. Dean removed an array of weapons from the trunk of his car and set them out on a wooden table. “I’m sure you already know what most of this stuff is, but we’re gonna start from scratch as if you know nothing. As cheesy as it sounds, your best weapon is knowledge. The more you know the better the chance you’ll be able to kill what you’re hunting.”

He picked up a weapon and explained it. Then he showed Liam how to use it, giving him little tips. After that he handed the weapon to Liam and they did a little sparring to make sure the blond understood. Liam got a really bad dizzy spell, but he did his best to hide it. It just meant he didn’t move as well as he would have liked.

Dean did the same with every weapon. Dean didn’t hit him hard when they fought, but Liam fell a few times, collecting bruises and scrapes. The sun was high in the sky and Dead stood over him shirtless and glistening with sweat. That was a sight that made it hard to concentrate too. Dean helped him up and looked back at the house. “What do you say we take a lunch break?”

As well as still not being mentally hungry, Liam was actually feeling a little sick. “Can I just have a glass of water?” he asked, figuring the answer would be no.

Dean surprised him by shrugging. “Sure. You’ve been behaving the last few days. One missed meal won’t kill you I guess.”

They headed inside and Dean made himself a sandwich while Liam got that glass of water. “The lesson going okay?” Bobby asked.

“Not too bad for him being rusty,” Dean said between bites. He finished his lunch and motioned for Liam to follow him back out. “Now we’ll switch to guns. We usually keep them loaded with salt and iron rounds because that takes care of most things. We do have silver bullets for shape shifters and werewolves, as you saw in San Francisco.” He handed Liam a sawed off and pointed to a fence a few hundred yards away lined with empty beer bottles. “Let’s see how good your aim is.”

Liam pointed the gun at the bottles and tried to focus. It didn’t help that it was hard for his eyes to focus. He really felt like shit and didn’t understand why. His aim was pretty bad. Dean gave him a few hints which helped, but he still only ended up hitting three of the bottles. “Okay, that’s enough for now,” Dean sat with one ass cheek on the table with his arms crossed. “We’ll keep practicing and you’ll get better. Any questions you wanna ask before we pack it in for the day?”

“No, I think I’ll let everything I’ve learned today just sink in for now. I’m a little tired, I think I’ll go take a nap.” He took a few steps back to the house and stopped. “Uh oh,” he said as everything started spinning really fast.

“What do you mean uh oh?” Dean asked worried. Before Liam could answer he face planted in the dirt. Dean raced to his side and started shaking him. “Liam!” he shouted. There was no response. Liam was breathing, but his breaths were shallow. His heart was beating, but it was slow, weak, and a little erratic. Dean did the only thing he could think of and slung Liam over his shoulder and carried him inside to the couch. “Sam! Bobby!” he called out.

Both men came quickly. “What the hell happened?” Bobby asked.

“I don’t know,” Dean shook his head, shaking a little. “He seemed a little out of it all afternoon, but then he just fell...”

Sam pulled out his phone to call 911, but Bobby shook his head. “That’ll take too long. Let’s get him in the car.”

“Okay, Sam, you get him while I go pull the car around,” Dean ordered.

Liam woke up a day later in a hospital bed with a soft groan. It took a minute for him to realize where he was. An IV was stuck in his arm and he was hooked up to a monitor. Dean was sitting in an orange plastic chair beside the bed with his arms crossed. “You didn’t have to bring me here,” Liam said weakly.

Dean turned to him, anger flashing in those eyes. “You didn’t have to lie to me.”

“What?” Liam sat up a little. “I probably just got a little lightheaded from skipping lunch. That probably wasn’t a good thing to do.”

Dean’s jaw clenched. “There you go again, lying your ass off! I talked to the doctor, Liam. When you came in your blood sugar was dangerously low. Your blood pressure, dangerously low. Your heart rate was all over the fucking place. I asked, and the doc said this wasn’t a one skipped meal thing. This was a being way underfed for days thing. That means I trusted you when you said you’d already had breakfast and would eat in the kitchen and you were blowing smoke up my ass!”

Liam looked down at his lap. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t even begin to cut it, Liam. I don’t know if you’ve got some kind of crazed Ghandi complex or what… but clearly you don’t fucking get it even though I’ve explained it a dozen times. Humans have got to eat. Your body is now a biological machine and you’ve got to give it fuel to keep going. You know what would happen if I didn’t put gas in the Impala every so often. The tank would go empty, the engine would die, and we’d be stranded. Of course, with the Impala I could just get more gas and bring her back to life. If your tank goes empty and you die, you’re gone.”

“If I recall right, that’s not always the case.”

Dean glared at him. “I don’t have another soul lying around to sacrifice to bring you back again. I’m starting to wonder why I did it in the first place if this is what you’re going to do with your life. It was a costly gift that you treat like nothing. I’m beginning to wonder if you aren’t lying when you say you love me.”

“Stop!” Liam cried, a tear falling down his cheek. “I really do love you. I’m sorry you’re mad at me, but I didn’t think it was going to be a big deal. I was eating lunch because I couldn’t figure a way out of it, and I figured in a few days I would get my appetite back and no harm would be done.”

Dean motioned around the room. “Still think no harm was done? You were eating lunch, but I looked it up. The human body needs at least a thousand calories a day to function well, and that’s if you do nothing but sit on your ass. We were very active yesterday, and I let you skip lunch because I thought you were behaving yourself.”

“Wait, yesterday?” Liam raised an eyebrow.

“That’s right. You were out an entire day. But now we have a new problem. I trusted you because out of all the shit you pulled, you never lied to me that I was aware of. Now I know I can’t trust you. That doesn’t bode well for us hunting together. Hell, that doesn’t bode well for us being together period.”

“I only ever lied about food!” Liam insisted.

“See, how do I know that? How do I know that you weren’t not picking up your phone in Chicago because you were fucking that guy’s brains out in his car? I catch you in a lie about one thing so now I have to question everything.”

Liam sighed and ran a hand over his face. “Okay, I get it, I’m sorry. I’ll do everything I can to make you feel better. But I’m awake now, so when do I get out of here?”

“Last I heard they were waiting on some test results and for you to wake up.”

Liam nodded and sighed. He held his hand out to Dean, who took it and gave it a little squeeze. “Glad to see you’re awake,” a doctor came in with his chart. “You gave everyone quite a scare, son.”

“Yeah, we were just going over that. But, I’m awake now and I feel fine, so can I go home now?”

“Hold your horses, young man. I know nobody likes being here, but it’s my job to make sure you’re in tip top shape before I let you go so you don’t just end up back here again. Judging by your numbers when your friends brought you in, I’m really surprised you didn’t slip into a coma. We gave you glucagon when you came in. Now I’d really like to see you eat something and have your blood sugar checked afterward. Then we’ll talk. Can you do that?”

Liam nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Good. The menu is on the stand next you. Dial six to reach the kitchen and place your order.”

When the doctor left Liam turned back to Dean. “Where’s Sam and Bobby?”

“In the cafeteria. It might surprise you, but some people like to eat. We’ve come up with a new rule, by the way. If one of us doesn’t see it go in your mouth, it didn’t happen. Since we obviously can’t trust you when it comes to food, that’s the best way to handle things. Now, order your food.”

Liam sighed and grabbed the menu. He ended up calling the kitchen for a grilled cheese sandwich and a fruit cup. A lady brought up his food and he forced himself to eat the sandwich. It was the only way he was getting out of there. Then he dumped the fruit cup out and ate the strawberries first. “In the interest of full disclosure, strawberries are my food kryptonite.”

“I’ll remember that,” Dean nodded. “Eat it all though. You need it.”

Liam did as told until the plate was clean. The tray was taken away and fifteen minutes later a pretty blonde nurse came in with a glucose meter. “Sorry, but I’m going to have to prick your finger.” She grabbed his hand and took the lancet to his pointer finger, squeezing out the needed blood before putting in on the strip of the meter. Seconds later it beeped and a number popped up. “Much better than you were before,” she smiled and wrote everything down in his chart.

“Does that mean I can go?” he asked.

“No,” she shook her head and put the meter back in its case after disposing of the lancet. “I think the doctor wants to keep you overnight for observation. You were in really bad shape, mister.”

Liam sighed in frustration. “Isn’t there some kind of waiver I can sign?”

Dean rolled his eyes. "Dude, you're staying till the doc says you can go home."

The nurse gave him a sympathetic smile. “I’d listen to your friend. You’re within your rights to leave AMA, but most people just end up right back here, and for longer. I know it's frustrating, but it shouldn't be that long if your numbers keep going up. I'll see you later."

Dean turned to Liam when the nurse left. “That means you eat. I don’t care if you’re upset or don’t feel like it. You shove a little something in that pie hole of yours at least three times a day.”

“Fine…” Liam crossed his arms. “Yes, I’ll eat if it means getting out of here. I’ve had my fill of hospitals.”

“So have I,” Dean rolled his stiff neck and leaned his head back against the wall.

“You might as well go back to the house if I’m gonna be here another day at least.”

“No, I’m not leaving you!” Dean snapped. “You’re in no shape to fight anything off by yourself, and as royally pissed as I am at you right now, I still love you.”

Sam and Bobby came back. Bobby handed Dean a white paper bag with a turkey sandwich and a little pack of oreos along with a cup of crappy but strong hot coffee. “Thank you,” he took the bag and the coffee, sipping the drink carefully.

“Sam, they’re keeping me overnight,” Liam said. “Tell your brother to go back to the house for a shower and some good sleep.”

“We’re not going anywhere,” Sam insisted. “I’ll just be in the waiting room if you need me.”

“I’m going somewhere,” Bobby said. “I caught an interesting headline in the paper from a few towns over. I’m gonna go check it out. You boys behave and watch your backs.”

“This is what it’s like being with a Winchester,” Dean said when they were alone again. “We don’t leave each other to the wolves. If you’ll remember back in Memphis we didn’t leave you alone in the hospital there either. Someone was always with you.”

“At least take care of yourself like you did then.”

“I’m not the one that didn’t wanna eat, remember?”

Dean scooted his chair a little closer to the bed and Liam reached out to take his hand again. Dean leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. After the last day being worried as hell had made him very weary. The hunter was soon asleep.

Liam dozed off himself until the nurse came back to check his vitals. “You’re doing much better,” she smiled. “You really did give your boyfriend there a good scare. Whatever your reasons were, you need to start taking care of yourself.”

Liam nodded and settled back to close his eyes. It seemed like he just kept causing mess after mess, and that needed to stop.

He tried to get some sleep, but the whole hospital policy of having his vitals checked every hour on the hour made that nearly impossible. He finally just gave up at around six in the morning. It was another hour until the kitchen opened. Then he called down to order scrambled eggs and toast with orange juice.

Dean groaned as he woke up. “God, sleeping in a chair sucks!” he stretched and rubbed his neck.

“I told you to go get a bed, but you insisted...”

Dean shot him a glare. “If my ass wasn’t numb right now...”

“Well, get up then and go get yourself some breakfast. Mine’s on its way.”

Dean shook his head. “Remember the new rule? If we don’t see it go in your mouth it didn’t happen. I’ll wait until you’ve eaten.”

Liam’s breakfast was brought up and he ate all of it. Only then did Dean get up and head off to find his own breakfast. Fifteen minutes like clockwork and a nurse was in to check his blood sugar. “Do you have to prick me?”

“I’m sorry, sweetie, but yes.”

He gave up his other index finger and closed his eyes till he felt the sharp pinch. “You’re still doing good, sweetie,” the nurse wrote everything down in his chart. “I’ll fill the doctor in when he comes in and maybe he’ll let you go home.”

When the nurse left Dean came in with a half eaten sausage and egg biscuit and coffee. “Are they springing you?”

“Maybe. The doctor just has to sign off on it.”

“Well, hopefully he does.” Dean sat back in the chair to finish his meal.

The nurse came back a half hour later. "The doc says you're good to go. Your discharge instructions are to eat at least three meals a day, and have something light before any strenuous activity. If you start feeling woozy or confused, drink some fruit juice or have some candy and wait fifteen minutes. If your symptoms don't get better or worsen, come back to the ER." She had Liam sign to say he understood and she took his IV out, unhooked the monitor, and wished him well.

As soon as she was gone Liam was out of bed. He was a little unsteady on his feet, but he managed to get dressed. Then he threw himself into Dean’s arms and kissed him passionately. “I really do love you, you know. Believe that.”

Dean kept his arms wrapped around Liam for a minute. “Don’t tell me, show me.”

Liam nodded and they headed out to get Sam and go back to the car to return to Bobby’s house. Liam was so tired he fell asleep as soon as he was in the backseat.
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