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Hunting Humanity IX	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Liam gasped and let out a soft groan as he clung to the edge of the bathtub. Dean started to gently bite the side of his neck while he pounded into his lover from behind. One of Dean’s arms was wrapped around Liam’s waist and was furiously stroking the blond’s cock. Liam threw his head back and bit his lip as he came all over the side of the tub.

Dean wasn’t far behind, growling as he spilled himself. Then he pulled out of his husband, spun him around, and kissed him deeply. “I still like it better when I can look at you,” he had a big smile on his face when the kiss broke.

Liam stroked Dean’s cheek softly and met his gaze. “Yeah, but it’s nice to do something a little different once in a while.”

Dean chuckled and lowered himself to the floor, his softening cock still sticking out of his open zipper. “Not that I mind, but you made me forget why I came in here in the first place.” He reached for some toilet paper to clean himself up.

Liam leaned against him. “Then I guess it wasn’t that important anyway.”

“I thought so at the time, but then I came in, and you were running your bath, and I saw that ass… After all this time you still have that effect on me.”

Liam smiled at that. “You think that if we actually live to a ripe old age and I get wrinkly that you’ll still want me like you do now?”

“Probably. As long as you’re still the same on the inside I’ll love you, and like I keep trying to explain, I think my attraction to you and not really to other guys is because I love you.”

“I love you too, and I don’t care that you’ve aged since we met.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, you’ve aged some too.”

“I have noticed. While it upsets most people, I think it’s awesome.”

Dean chuckled and stroked his hair. “You are a strange one. But you know, I don’t think I could really be as happy with a normal woman as I am with you.” Once he was cleaned up he stuffed himself back into his jeans and zipped himself up. “Oh yeah, I came in to tell you that I found us a case.”

Liam raised an eyebrow at that. “You couldn’t wait until I was done with my bath?”

Dean smirked. “I could have, but then we wouldn’t have had happy fun time. Are you complaining?”

“No. It’s been a while. But what is this case that is so urgent?”

“A woman went missing in Michigan.”

“And it’s linked to a bunch of other mysterious disappearances?”

“Not exactly, but there is always a first victim.”

Liam took his husband’s hand. “Dean, I hate to bring down such a good mood, but are you just desperate for a case because you need to get back in the saddle so to speak?”

Dean sighed. “You know that while I do enjoy having a bit of a home life with you, I don’t like not working for long periods of time. Moving around, it’s what I’ve known for most of my life. I...”

“But are you ready this time?”

“I think so, yeah. Maybe it’s nothing, but I’d like to at least go check it out.”

Liam nodded. “Okay. If you haven’t already, go talk Sam into it. I’ll take my bath, and then we’ll get ready to go.”

“Awesome.” Dean kissed his husband. “I knew there was a reason I loved you.” He got up and let Liam have the bathroom to himself.

It took a little convincing, but they got Sam in the car and drove to Flint, Michigan. They were pulling up to an all girl’s school while Sam was on the phone trying to get details about the missing woman. “Yeah, of course! Yeah, I certainly appreciate it. You got it. Thanks, officer.” He hung up and they got out of the car. “So, the last place Ms. Chandler was seen by anyone was in the auditorium. Turns out she's the drama teacher.”

Dean did not look happy about that. “Ugh, theater kids. Great.”

“What? I was a theater kid,” Sam reminded his brother.

“Barely. You did ‘Our Town’, which was cool. But then you did that crappy musical.”

“Oklahoma? Hugh Jackman got cast off of Oklahoma.”

“You ran tech, Wolverine.”

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t have the theater option,” Liam commented as he followed the brothers toward the entrance. “I learned how to read, write, and do math. We didn’t have calculators. Really, we didn’t have anything electronic because electricity hadn’t been discovered yet.”

Dean turned to him as he grabbed the door. “We get it, you were a child of the dark ages.”

They went into the main office to find the principle. She led them to the auditorium so they could look around and ask the students questions. “If you gentlemen need anything else, let me know,” she said as she left.

“You idjit!” they heard from nearby. They turned to see a girl dressed up in a costume that looked an awful lot like Bobby. As they kept looking around they saw other girls dressed up as people and things from their lives. “Holy crap...” Liam’s eyes were wide as he took it all in.

Music started playing, and a girl dressed to look like Dean sang a song about his baby brother Sammy. “Cut!” one of the girls yelled out.

“What in the holy...” Dean looked like he might be in shock.

Sam looked a little pale himself. “If there is case it probably has something to do with all of this.”

“You think?” Dean snapped.

They approached the girl who seemed to be the director. She looked happy to see them. “Hi! Oh my gosh... Are you guys from the publisher? I'm Marie, writer slash director. This is Maeve, my stage manager, and I was just, uh-” She stopped when she saw Sam’s badge.

When Sam saw the actresses playing them on stage do the same, he quickly put the badge away. “I'm special agent Smith. This is my partner, special agent-”

“Smith,” Dean spat out quickly.

“Are you a Smith too?” Marie looked to Liam.

“Uh, no. I would be special agent Dawson.”

“We're here to look into the disappearance-” Sam started.

“There is no singing in ‘Supernatural’!” Dean shouted out.

The girls looked confused. “Well, this is Marie's interpretation,” Maeve explained.

“Hah! Well, I mean, if there was singing, you know... And that's a big if! If there was singing, it would be classic rock. Not this Andrew Floyd Webber crap.”

“Andrew Lloyd Webber,” Sam corrected his brother in a whisper.

“You’re not helping yourself,” Liam whispered to Sam.

“You know, we do sing a cover of ‘Carry On Wayward Son’ in the second act,” Marie informed them.

“Really?” Sam seemed surprised.

“It's a classic!” both Dean and Marie said at the same time.

“Right. Anyways. We're here to talk about the disappearance of Ms. Chandler. Any chance you two saw her, before she vanished?” Sam asked.

Marie nodded. “Yeah. She left around, like, what, 9.30?”

“Any idea where she would be headed at that time of night?”

Maeve shrugged. “A bar? Or a liquor store? Both?”

“Wow, really?” Sam hadn’t expected that answer.

Marie nodded. “She had a nasty divorce last year. Most of the time she's sipping on her, uh, grown up juice, or passed out. Usually, in that order.”

Dean smirked. “Yeah, well, I don't blame her. I'm gonna need fifty yellow shots to get this stick off of me.”

Maeve tried to jump at Dean but was held back by Marie. “Maeve, right?” Sam continued. “You're the stage manager?”

“And I understudy Jody Mills.”

“That's great. So, how about you give a behind the scenes tour while your director shows my partners Ms. Chandler's office? Deal?” Both girls nodded. “Great. Give us a moment, please.” Sam pulled his companions aside.

“I'm gonna throw up,” Dean groaned.

Sam gave a little shrug. “I mean, I gotta say, it's kind of charming. The production value, and the... No?” Dean was still not amused. “I'm gonna check for EMF. You two look for cursed objects.”

Dean and Liam followed Marie, and they got to see some of the behind the scenes stuff. “How did you get all this stuff?” Dean asked when he saw a table of fake weapons.

“Some parts homemade, some parts repurposed. All of it awesome.”

Dean then looked up to see the girls dressed as him and Sam standing together. “What are they doing?”

“They're rehearsing the BM scene.”

Dean’s features scrunched up. “The bowel movement scene?”

“No! The boy melodrama scene! You know, the scene where the boys get together, and they're driving, or leaning against Baby. Drinking a beer, sharing their feelings. The two of them. Alone, but together. Bonded. United. The power of the brotherly love.”

“Why are they standing so close together?”

“Reasons.”

Dean looked disgusted. “You know they're brothers, right?”

“Well, duh! But subtext.”

“Quit letting it bother you and let’s get on with this,” Liam urged.

“Easy for you to say,” Dean gave him a little glare. “You wrote all that...”

“You write ‘Supernatural’ fan fiction?” Marie seemed impressed as they walked down the hall.

“A little, yeah,” Liam nodded. “It gives me a distraction when we have some down time, though I haven’t written anything in a while.”

“Anything I might have read?”

“Unless you frequent adult sites, I doubt it.”

“Oh,” Marie looked like she felt a little awkward as she opened the door to the missing teacher’s room.

Liquor bottles sat all around the room as proof of what the girls had said earlier. Dean walked over to the desk and picked up what looked like a robot head. “Is this hers?”

“No. That's a prop from act two. I've been looking for that, actually.”

Liam raised an eyebrow. “There's no space in ‘Supernatural’.”

“Well, not canonically, no. But this is transformative fiction.”

Dean gave a little smirk. “You mean fan fiction.”

“Call it whatever you like, okay? It's inspired by Carver Edlund's books, with a few embellishments. But, as you know, Chuck stopped writing after Swan Song. I just, I couldn't leave it the way that it was! I mean, Dean not hunting anymore, living with Lisa? Sam somehow back from hell, but not with Dean. So, I wrote my own ending.”

“You wrote your own ending with spaceships?”

“And robots. And some ninjas. And then Dean becomes a woman. It's just for a few scenes!” Marie got a little defensive when Dean glared at her.

They started heading back to the auditorium. “Alright, Shakespeare! You know that I can actually tell you what really happened with Sam and Dean?” Dean decided to speak up before they went back into the auditorium. “A friend of mine hooked me up with the, uh, unpublished books. So, Liam came back because he missed the brothers. Well, he was in love with Dean, and in an odd twist, Dean actually realized he was more attached to Liam than he originally thought. They got together. Then Cas brought in a bunch of leviathans from Purgatory. They lost Bobby. And then Cas and Dean got stuck in Purgatory. Sam and Liam played house until they came back. They met a prophet named Kevin, they lost him too. Then Sam endured a series of trials in an attempt to close the gates of hell, which nearly cost him his life. Dean and Liam actually got married. Then Dean? Dean became a demon. Knight of Hell, actually.”

“Wow,” Marie shook her head. “That is some of the worst fan fiction that I've ever heard! I mean, seriously, I don't know where your friend found this garbage! I am not saying that ours is masterpiece or anything, but geez! I didn’t even include Liam at all because he’s such a lame character. Dean would never fall for him.”

It was Liam’s turn to glare. “I know this is interpretation and all, but are you sure you read those books right? You happen to be slamming my favorite character.”

“It’s not uncommon for people to like characters who look like them.”

“I hope something really painful happened to Chuck,” Liam mumbled as they went through the door.

Dean stopped when he saw the girls dressed as Dean and Castiel kissing. “What are they doing?”

“Kids these days call it hugging,” Marie responded a bit sarcastically.

“Is that in the show?”

“Oh, no. Siobhan and Kristen are a couple in real life. Although, we do explore the nature of Destiel in act two.”

Dean’s eyes widened a little. “Sorry, what?”

“Oh, it's just subtext. But then again, you know, you can't spell subtext without.... s-e-x.”

“You’re really into the whole subtext thing, aren’t you?” Liam commented.

“All good writers are.”

“Yeah, but sometimes an orange is just an orange, you know?”

They met Sam outside in the parking lot and Dean started venting about the play, especially the Destiel part. “I don’t understand. I mean, shouldn't it be Deastiel?” Sam teased.

Dean exhaled sharply. “You know what? You're gonna do that thing where you just shut the hell up. Forever.”

Sam just chuckled and leaned against the car. “Look, man. No EMF. No hex bags. None of the props are even remotely hinky. Other than the Charlie Kaufman of it all, I got nothing. You?”

Dean shook his head. “In Ms. Chandler's office there's just a pile of empty bottles and regret. She's just probably face down in a bar, somewhere. Or a ditch. Alright, so what? This all... This whole musical thing, everything, it's... It's all a coincidence? There is no case?”

“Unless you're seeing something I'm not, no, Dean. There's no case, here.”

Dean turned to Liam. “Did you see anything we need to investigate further?”

“Boy, you really want this to be something. But sweetheart, all I see here is bad writing.”

Dean sighed. “Okay. Let’s just go get some sleep and go home then.”

They got themselves a motel, but when they woke up there had been another disappearance at the school after they left. They went back to see if there was anything they missed. Sam spoke to an officer while Dean and Liam poked around. “So, I checked with the principal. There's nothing on the surveillance tapes. What do the cops think?” Dean asked when Sam finished with the officer.

“You know, the only clue they found was by the dumpster. They found the same flower near Ms. Chandler's cell phone.” Sam showed them the flower. “Either of you recognize it?”

“No,” Dean shook his head.

Sam put the flower down. “Yeah, me neither.”

They went to talk to Marie since she had actually witnessed this one. “Let me guess. You guys came here to laugh at me too. Right?” she said as they approached.

“Why don't you tell us what happened to your friend,” Sam urged her.

“Maggie quit the show. She was trying to get it shut down, so we were fighting. Then, she left, and I heard her scream. So, I ran outside to help. And... I saw a scarecrow. It looked just like the one from our show. But… alive.”

“Then what?” Dean asked.

“It wrapped her in vines and took her behind the dumpster. And then, they were both just... gone. So, I called the cops, and a bunch of adults just told me I have an overactive imagination. But it's all real. Ghosts. Angels. Demons.”

“I wanna believe,” Maeve said.

“You should believe. You both should. Because it is all real. And so are we. I'm Sam Winchester. That's Dean, and Liam,” Sam blurted out. “Liam didn’t actually ever leave by the way.”

Liam raised an eyebrow. “You really wanna open up that can of worms again?”

Before Sam could respond the girls laughed. “Now, look. I'm willing to accept that monsters are real. But those books are works of fiction,” Marie insisted.

“And you guys are way too old to be Sam or Dean,” Maeve added. “More of a Bobby/Rufus combo.”

Dean clenched his jaw at being called old. “Alright little miss sunshine. We are what the books called hunters.”

“FBI hunters?” Maeve asked curiously.

Liam rolled his eyes. “Yep.”

“You guys are X-Files.”

Sam gave a little nod. “Sure. Yeah, you can say that. So, this scarecrow from your musical, is it based on the one from the books?”

Marie shook her head. “No, I changed it. I got scared of a local legend when I was a kid. There was this old creepy scarecrow on an abandoned farm outside of town. Kids used to say if it caught you, it would take you away.”

“Okay,” Dean started thinking. “If this scarecrow is based over your version, then Ms. Chandler and Maggie might still be alive.”

“You think the scarecrow was created by the play?” Maeve seemed a little surprised by that. “You think it’s a tulpa?”

Liam shrugged. “It would explain the scarecrow thing.”

They all went to the school library and Sam showed the girls a page in a book. “Tulpas are monsters that are created by an intense focused energy on an idea, or-”

“Or a story,” Marie interrupted.

“Great. How do you kill an idea?” Maeve asked.

Marie turned to her friend. “Well, in Hell House, Sam and Dean burnt the house down to take out the one tulpa they hunted.”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, you kill the symbol, you kill the tulpa. It's actually a pretty good start. So, the scarecrow on your play, is it a person, or a prop?”

“Prop,” Marie answered. “And it's terrifying. We keep it in the boiler room.”

“That's, uh, great,” Sam handed over the book. “Can you guys read up? Just, give us a sec.” Sam pulled Dean and Liam aside. “Fine, so, this doesn't add up. Tulpas require a ton of psychic energy to juice up. It's not like the ‘Supernatural’ books are tearing up the New York Times best seller list. And I seriously doubt this play has even sold out.”

“You have a point,” Liam agreed. “A handful of girls at a school doesn’t quite equal thousands of people reading something online. That, and I didn’t see any symbols anywhere.”

“Well, but, you know what? That flower. I know I've seen it in the lore somewhere. There's gotta be a connection,” Sam said.

Dean gave a little nod. “Alright. You get on that. We’re gonna take a shot at burning man.” He went over to Marie. “Can you show us to the boiler room?”

“Sure,” she motioned for Dean and Liam to follow her. She led the way, showing them the prop hidden under a blanket. “Gird your loins. It's horrifying.”

Dean removed the blanket and found an ordinary looking scarecrow. “Really?” he couldn’t believe it.

“I know. Scary, right?”

“You wanna pinata this asshat?” Dean looked to Marie.

“Asshat? Nice! It's, uh, very Dean. No. He's all yours, agent Smith.”

Dean turned to Liam. “I’ll cut, you burn.” He set about ripping the thing apart, and Liam threw it all into a fire.

“That was anticlimactic,” Liam commented as they headed back to the library.

“It's not a tulpa,” Sam said as soon as they were back.

Liam let his head fall back. “Of course it’s not. When is the easy solution ever the right one?”

“It's Calliope.”

“Who?” Dean blinked.

“The goddess of epic poetry,” Maeve answered. “The muse.”

Sam showed them a picture of a flower that looked just like the ones related to the disappearances. “She's associated with this, the borage, or starflower. That's the picture.”

Dean seemed confused. “Okay, wait. If this is a god thing, then what's with the scarecrow?”

“According to the lore, Calliope manifests creatures from the story she's tuned into,” Sam explained.

Marie looked a little upset. “So... The scarecrow is still alive, and we burned my prop for nothing?”

“Oh, that thing needed to burn,” Dean commented.

“The only way to destroy the scarecrow is to kill Calliope,” Maeve said.

Sam gave a little nod. “Right. She uses these manifestations, like the scarecrow, to inspire the author and protect them until their vision has realized.”

“Then what?” Dean asked.

“Then she eats the author.”

Liam shook his head. “What is it with deity types and eating people?”

“Okay, that's bad!” Marie started freaking out. “Um... You get your wish. Let's cancel the show.”

“That's what your teacher and your classmate did,” Sam pointed out. “They tried to shut you down, and the scarecrow took them, protecting you and the show.”

Dean let it all sink in. “Okay, so, the scarecrow is the boogeyman. We got to take our shot with this uh...”

“Calliope,” Sam helped in out.

“Calliope. But she won't show herself until your vision has realized.”

Marie’s eyes were wide. “So... What are you saying?”

“The show must go on.”

“This is gonna be, uh, interesting,” Liam looked slightly amused. “I’m looking forward to the sexual tension between Dean and Castiel in act two.”

Dean glared at him. “Shut up you psycho. Watch, now you’ll start writing Destiel porn.”

Liam smirked evilly. “Maybe I will.”

The night of the show came and they were all standing backstage while parents and classmates took their seats in the auditorium. Marie looked like she was having a panic attack. “Why don't you guys rally Marie?” Sam suggested. “I'm gonna, uh, grab some wooden stakes in the trunk and do the blessing.”

“Is Marie gonna get eaten?” Maeve asked as Sam left.

Dean shook his head. “Not gonna happen. Soon as that curtain rises we're gonna be there to take out this Calliope.” He turned his attention to Marie. Hey, how are you doing, champ?”

Marie looked a little pale. “This is all my fault. If I hadn't written this dumb play, none of this would've happened.”

“Okay. First of all, the play is not dumb,” Dean tried to assure Marie, which got him an odd look from Liam.

“I thought you didn't believe in this interpretation,” Maeve was surprised.

“Yeah, I don't. But you do, okay? And I need you to believe in it with all you got so that we can kill Calliope, and we can save your friends. Can you do that?”

Marie took a deep breath. “You're right. If Sam and Dean were real, they wouldn't back down from a fight. Especially my sweet, brave, selfless Sam. There's nothing he can't do.” She turned to face a mirror. “Okay. Let's do this. I understudy Sam, so...” She grabbed a wig and put it on. “I used this for my one woman Orphan Black show last year, but it's gonna have to work for Sam. Writer. Director. Actor. I'm gonna Barbra Streisand this bitch.”

Liam turned to Dean. “She may be underage, but it’s probably a good thing she didn’t believe Sam.”

“Yep,” Dean agreed.

The actresses gathered together and Marie looked them all over. “Okay. Good. Okay.” She turned to the girl playing Dean. “Alright. Samulet?” The girl showed it to her.

“The Samulet?” Dean didn’t understand.

“That amulet is a symbol of the Winchesters' brotherly love,” Marie explained.

Sam came back with the wooden stakes, handing one to both Dean and Liam. He looked over all the characters. “Pretty good. Wait a second. Where's Chuck?”

“Oh, I love him. I do! But honestly, the whole author introducing himself into the narrative thing, it's just not my favorite. I kind of hate the meta stories.”

“Me too,” the brothers said at the same time.

Dean turned to address the girls. “Alright, listen up, girls. Now, you're all here because you love ‘Supernatural’.”

“Actually, I was hoping we'd do ‘Wicked’,” the girl dressed as Mary commented.

“Yeah, that would have been easier. I know I have expressed some differences of opinion regarding this particular version of ‘Supernatural’, but tonight it is all about Marie's vision. This is Marie's ‘Supernatural’. So, I want you to get out there, and I want you to stand as close as she wants you to, and I want you to put as much sub and add text as you possibly can. There is no other road. No other way. No day but today.”

“Did he just quote ‘Rent’?” Maeve wondered out loud.

“Not enough to get us in trouble,” Marie answered.

“Now, you get out there, and you kick it in the ass!” Dean tried to rally them.

Marie steadied herself and went out on stage to start the show. “Good evening, everybody. Welcome to our production of ‘Supernatural’. I'm not gonna lie. It might be a full on Gallagher show opening up this piece. Uh, so, those of you in the front rows may want to use the ponchos we provided for you under your seats. You may in fact, get wet on this ride. Um, I would like to thank the, uh, cast and crew.”

Dean turned to Maeve as Sam moved to the other side of the stage. “She's stalling, let's do this.”

Maeve nodded. “Copy that. Curtain, kids. It's show time,” she signaled.

The music started, interrupting Marie. “Ok, um... And that concludes our introduction for the night. So, everybody just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.” She left the stage.

The girl playing Dean started singing the opening song. Liam was looking at Dean while he was watching the show. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were actually enjoying this,” the blond whispered.

Dean just gave a little shrug. “I don’t like that the books were written, but Marie is definitely a fan. Maybe it’s not so bad.”

They looked over at Sam for a moment, and they saw the scarecrow appear behind him. Both of them started waving frantically to bring his attention to it, but he didn’t understand right away. When he did catch on he was grabbed and they disappeared.

Marie saw what happened and turned to Dean in a panic. “What do we do now?”

Dean did his best to remain calm. “Just stick to the plan, okay? Keep singing until the scarecrow comes for you.”

Dean and Liam continued to watch for any more signs of the scarecrow. It appeared again while Marie was on stage singing, and Dean lunged to attack it, completely forgetting that he would be on stage in front of a bunch of people. Dean was quickly thrown to the ground and the scarecrow advanced on Marie.

Even though he was aware of all the people, Liam ran out and stabbed the scarecrow in the back with the stake. The monster paused a moment, looking like it might fall off the stage before it exploded and covered the audience in purple goo. Not knowing what else to do, Liam turned to the very happy looking Marie. “I couldn’t stay away.”

The audience stood and started applauding. “Take a bow,” Dean mumbled to Marie as he and Liam grabbed hands and bowed. Marie followed suit.

Sam came back a little while later with the missing teacher and girl. “We were in the basement,” he told them. “But it’s taken care of.”

“We figured,” Liam said. “And the audience got a very interesting show that I don’t think they’ll forget any time soon.”

Maeve turned to the brothers. “Usually this is when Sam and Dean take off before anyone asks any questions.”

“That's probably a good idea,” Sam agreed.

“Thanks for saving my friends.”

“It’s kind of what we do, but you’re welcome,” Liam gave her a little smile.

Dean turned to Marie. “Well, you did good out there, kid.”

“You're not so bad yourself.”

“You know, this has been educational, seeing the story from your perspective. You keep writing, Shakespeare.”

Marie was surprised. “Even if it doesn't match how you see it?”

Dean gave a little shrug. “I have my version, and you have yours.”

The lights flickered. “One minute, folks. One minute!” Maeve called out.

“And, Dean? You never should've thrown this away,” Marie handed him the prop Samulet.

“It never really worked, and I don't need a symbol to remind me how I feel about my brother, so...”

“Just take it. Jerk. And you,” she turned to Liam. “I didn’t like the character because I thought just leaving like that after all the brothers went through for him, that was just a douche move. While he was there I thought he would be good for Dean, and well… Liam staying would’ve been awesome.”

“Oh, it was,” Dean smiled as he pulled Liam in for a kiss. “Too bad the author thought a bisexual Dean wouldn’t sell as well.”

“Personally, I really like it,” Liam smirked.

They watched as the girls playing them went on stage and played out the brotherly moment scene. “Do we actually do that?” Dean asked.

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “I mean, not with so much subtext, but you tend to open up more after a case. At least with me,” he glanced to Liam for a moment.

“Yeah, well...” Dean wasn’t quite sure what to say as he wrapped an arm around Liam’s waist to pull him a little closer. “They just kind of said it all though.”

They kept watching while the whole cast came on stage to sing ‘Carry On Wayward Son’. Then they left without a word when the song was finished. Dean got into the driver’s seat and when everyone was settled he hung the Samulet prop on the rear view mirror before driving off.
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