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Hunting Humanity	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1867 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I am in no way involved with or own any of the Supernatural universe. I'm only playing in it for my own amusement. No monetary profit is being made from the writing of this story.

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Liam couldn’t see out from under the blanket, but he could tell they were going fast. Sam’s heart thundered in his ears, and it was clear the guy was upset and anxious. The vampire couldn’t blame him. He’d only been with the brothers a short time, but he could tell they were close. It was widely known throughout the demon world that a Winchester’s weakness was the other two. Liam also hoped Dean would be all right. As much of a pain in the ass as the guy had been, Liam really didn’t wish anyone death, especially if it might be partially his fault.

Sam made his way to the county hospital in record time. There was an underground parking structure for employees, security, police, and clergy, and an above ground parking garage for everyone else. Sam turned into the underground structure and circled all the way to the bottom to park in a spot marked ‘Police’. He turned back to the back seat. “Hey, we’re underground, so no sun. It looks like we can take an elevator up into the hospital. You gonna be okay? You got a name, by the way?”

“Name’s Liam,” the vampire answered. “And yeah, if there’s no sun down here, I should be fine.”

Liam threw off the stuffy blanket and blinked a few times so his eyes could adjust. Then he got out of the car and walked with confidence over to the elevator with Sam. Confidence was key, it made people believe anything you told them.

They rode the elevator up to the ER department on the third floor and stepped out. The place was a typical county hospital. The first thing that hit Liam was the strong scent of disinfectants mixed with the smells of blood and other bodily fluids. There was a waiting room full of patients who had no other choice of where to seek medical care, and those waiting for loved ones. Overworked, underpaid Nurses hustled around in scrubs giving out clipped answers to their colleagues or the loved ones of patients. Some of them were so bleary eyed from working back to back shifts that they could scarcely keep their assigned patients straight let alone who was supposed to get which news.

Both men took in their surroundings, noticing a security guard at a metal detector. It had been a while since Liam had ever engaged in any major deception, but he trusted Sam to know what he was doing. Sam lightly and discreetly tapped his hand and nodded over to a receptionist who was typing way at a computer. The younger Winchester stepped up to the desk and waited for the portly woman to acknowledge him.

"Can I help you?" She asked flatly, never looking up at him nor did her hands stop typing on the outdated keyboard.

"Yes...I'm looking for Dean Winchester." Sam told the woman, his tone was not so much polite but professional sounding.

"Are you family?" The busy woman wondered, her hands still not slowing down.

Sam didn't even hesitate, "I'm Agent White...FBI. Dean Winchester is a suspect." He told the woman, finally getting her to look up at him.

"ID?" The woman asked, her tone sounded almost like a challenge as she cocked her head to the side.

Sam reached into his jacket and pulled out the black leather wallet with the false identification card with his picture and the very good fake FBI badge. He opened the wallet and held it just like every agent ever had on television. The woman barely looked at the ID, her only concern was with the badge.
"He with you?"

Sam nodded, "Yes, this is my partner."

"He's still in surgery. Surgical waiting room's past the metal detector and the through the ER." She instructed going back to her work.

Sam moved quickly, and Liam followed, rather glad he didn’t have to show the fake ID he’d been given with Dean’s picture. That would’ve been more than a little difficult to explain. Sam passed through the metal detector and it made a high pitched beeping noise, but the security guard was too busy with other people visiting loved ones to really pay much mind to an FBI agent. He waved them both through, and they made their way to the surgical waiting room.

That room was much less chaotic than the ER. It was a small rectangular room lined with uncomfortable teal colored plastic chairs and a plastic coffee table in the center stacked with old, beat up magazines and children's books. An old television hung on the wall in a wooden box behind a fiberglass barrier. The channel fixed to never be changed. A lone vending machine encased in metal mesh selling sodas and snacks sat in one corner next to a blue plastic sign that read "Do not bang on machine. Hospital is not responsible for lost change in machine. Have a nice day."

Liam lowered himself down into one of the chairs with a sigh. It seemed there was nothing to do but wait. “I’m sure everything will be fine,” he offered words of comfort to his companion.

“Dean’s strong,” Sam gave a short response with a little nod, but his tone was loaded with emotion. The look on his face as he sat down beside Liam gave away just how worried he was.

Nothing more was said between the two as they waited for six hours. It seemed like longer than that to Liam, but he tried occupying himself with looking at the magazines and watching the TV for a short while. Sam just kind of sat there staring off into space, occasionally getting up to get a soda to mindlessly sip on.

Then finally a scrub-clad doctor came out. “Agent White?” he called out.

“I’m Agent White,” Sam stood, trying not to look too eager or nervous. Liam could tell he badly wanted to hear what the doctor had to say, but that was only because he’d been around so long and his existence depended on being able to read people.

The doctor took a deep breath. "Mr. Winchester is out of surgery. We repaired the damage as best we could. I'm afraid you're going to be waiting quite a while gentlemen. He's in a coma, which might be a good thing considering how torn up he was."

“How long until he wakes up?” Sam asked, still playing the dutiful FBI agent and holding back any emotion that was no doubt threatening to bubble to the surface.

"It's not a matter of when....It's a matter of if." The doctor replied ominously. "Right now he's in intensive care. We'll know more in twenty four hours." That was all the doctor could say, it was really all he knew. He turned and walked out of the waiting room to get back to work as if nothing had happened.
Sam slumped back in the chair when the doctor was gone, blinking back tears that were stinging his eyes. Liam really felt for the guy, but didn’t quite know what to do. He’d been with the brothers less than a day, and he was already starting to care a little about them. It didn’t come as a surprise, it was his nature. Now if he could just get the brothers to see that about him, maybe things would change for the better.

Sam took a few deep breaths to calm himself before getting back up. “Let’s go.”

Liam nodded and followed the hunter through two large wooden double doors. The intensive care unit was like a different world. Each room had a single bed, an all purpose tray on wheels, end table, a TV hanging from the ceiling and a wardrobe. Everything was white and sterile looking. The entire ward was a horseshoe shape with the large nurse's station sitting in the center. Six nurses were on duty, that meant each one had only two patients to look after. Dressed in white scrubs with a cap over their hair, they walked solemnly around the ward with clipboards in their hands. It was peaceful and looked to be the best place in the whole hospital to actually get care.

Dean was in a corner room. He was in a bed dressed in a white hospital gown with a white blanket draped over him. There were two IV’s in his arms, one giving him fluids, and the other replacing lost blood. A tube ran from his open mouth to a machine that breathed for him, his chest rose and fell with a mechanical sounding puff of air every time the machine took a breath. From the heart monitor there was a steady beep...beep...beep indicating that his pulse was normal. Bandages covered his chest, abdomen, thighs and left bicep from where he'd been sewn up.

Sam didn’t seem to want to enter the room for a moment. Liam stood behind him just kind of staring at Dean. This fragile thing was what he wanted to become. At that moment it sounded rather crazy. It was a good thing he was used to thinking crazy thoughts, because his desire to be a fragile human wasn’t wavering in the slightest, even with the sight before him.

Sam eventually gathered himself and moved to the side of the bed, placing a hand on Dean’s arm. The agent was gone now, replaced by a very worried brother. "Why don't you go get something to eat," Liam suggested. "I'll stay here and watch things. It won't do your brother any good if you faint or something. Leave me your number and I'll call if anything happens." He lowered himself into one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs, trying not to look at the bag of blood. Dean needed it more than he did at the moment, though he was going to need some soon. The older hunter smelled all wrong now because of the transfusions and that made Liam huff a little without realizing it.

It really surprised the vampire when Sam actually took out his phone and handed it over. Maybe there was a little trust there now. That, or maybe Sam was just too weary and hungry to put that much thought into things. He dug his own phone out of his pocket and programmed the number into it, giving Sam back his.

Sam took his phone and shoved it back into his pocket. “I’ll be in the cafeteria. “If anything changes, anything at all, call me.”

With that Sam left through the sliding glass door. It was just Liam and Dean, and Dean wasn’t going to be very good company.
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