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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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Liam was shaken awake when the car reached Bobby’s house. That little bit of sleep wasn’t nearly enough, but he figured he could take a nap until dinner. When they entered the house Bobby was sitting at his dusty archaic computer looking up some more lore for them about Dean’s contract. “About time you boys got back,” he said without looking way from the screen. “You still got a job to do, and I think I got something here that the vampire turned human can sink his teeth into.” He held up a slip of paper. "I need ya head over to Rivergrove, Oregon. I got a call from a buddy of mine, he's worried about a missing person, the kid went nuts in the hardware store spit blood in some guy's face and then ran off. He thinks it might be our kinda thing."

Sam took the slip of paper and nodded. "We'll check it out." He agreed and went to prepare for the trip.

Liam groaned. He still felt like shit, and now, instead of a nice bed it was the backseat of the car for him. “This wouldn’t suck so much for you if you would’ve just eaten instead of lying to us about it,” Dean commented as he too started gathering their things.

Liam started picking up his own belongings. He tried to go over his first lesson in his head. It was a little difficult because he was still so tired and he had been a little out of it during the lesson. He hoped they would let him do more than just research this time. There was also this nagging in the pit of his stomach that he was going to be a liability now he didn’t have his strength, speed, and unparalleled senses.

Everything was packed up and Liam got into the back seat. He’d snatched a pillow from the bed and was asleep again in short order. Four hours later he was shaken awake again. “Rise and shine, time for lunch,” Dean said.

Liam groaned. “Can’t I just sleep till dinner?”

“No. You heard your discharge orders. Three meals a day for you. I don’t know how I can explain this more clearly. You were trying to run on fumes and you crashed. So now, food for you.” Dean practically dragged him into the rest stop where there were a bunch of little restaurants. “You can have anything you want, as long as it’s something.”

Liam wandered over to a fried chicken place and stood in a long line. When he finally got his food he went out to the open sitting area to find Sam and Dean and sit with them. Dean gave him a little nod and they all ate. Then they went to the restroom quick before it was back in the car.

They stopped again for dinner and it was the same routine. They decided that since it wasn’t much farther instead of stopping they would just take turns behind the wheel and drive all night. Sam got into the passenger side and tried to get comfortable enough to sleep some until it was his turn. Liam listened to his own music for a while until he was sleepy enough to curl up in the backseat.

They reached Rivergrove sometime mid morning the next day. The town was old, a definite throw back to when times were much more simple. It looked to have been one of those quintessential small towns, everything made of wood, the tin signs chipped and likely painted sometime in the 1950s. Dean slowed the car before turning into the town and pulling up in front of a diner. It looked as if nothing was out of the ordinary. People walking around going on about their day, a man at a garage tinkering with an engine, an older gentleman looking at newspapers outside of a drug store and two ladies carrying their groceries.

"Isn't that Bobby's friend?" Sam asked, gesturing to a black man sitting on his porch dressed in a dark olive button up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, well worn jeans and a puffy vest, the type that fishermen usually wore. He sat behind a chess set and was fiddling with a very expensive looking, sleek fishing pole.

"Yeah," Dean confirmed, recognizing the man from the description Bobby had given them before leaving. He turned off the car and turned, nodding for Liam to follow them.

Liam got out of the car, looking around. Why was it deep dark stuff always chose quaint small towns? He followed his companions, staying a little bit behind them. This was their show and he was just there to help.

Bobby's friend smiled at them politely. "What can I do for ya?"

"We're friends of Bobby Singer. He said you might need some help with a missing person?" Sam answered, always relieved when he was able to tell the truth.

The man nodded once, his brows raising for an instant. "The man's name is Duane Tanner. A good kid, he keeps nose clean. But a couple days ago he....He just wasn't himself. Ravin' in the hardware store. Then he spit blood in a guy's face and ran off. We haven't seen him since. But the guy he spit on, that's a different story. He was shot by his wife. She said he went insane. Then she was shot by her neighbor...."

"Lemme guess… After going nuts?" Dean finished the sentence for the older man and got a nod out of him. "Where does this Tanner kid live?"

"With his family up near Aspen way." Said Bobby's friend.

"Thanks," Sam said with his sympathetic smile before leaving the porch and walking back toward the street.

On the way down the street, Sam's eye caught a word scratched into a telephone pole. "Hey, do you see this?"

Dean shrugged, "Croatoan? So?"

Liam just stared blankly. He knew he should recognize that word, but damned if anything was coming to mind.

Sam looked at his brother and Liam as if they had just turned green before shaking his head and rolling his eyes. "Seriously?" he huffed. "Roanoke? The first colony in the United States? Jesus Dean, did you ever listen in high school history class?" The younger Winchester chided his brother.

"Sure I did," Dean said as if he'd been the best student in the world. "Shot heard round the world, how bill becomes a law..…"

Sam chuckled, unable to keep it from himself. "That's not school...That's Schoolhouse Rock." He informed his brother extremely satisfied.

Liam tilted his head to the side. “Wasn’t that the colony that disappeared?” he asked, a little of it coming back to him.

“Yes,” Sam nodded. “Not a single trace was found of anyone anywhere. All they found was a single word carved into a tree.”

“Croatoan,” Dean guessed.

"There are a lot of theories, Indian attack, something similar to the Donner party, some kind of virus," Sam explained, happier that his brother had finally caught up.

“But we all know there could have been something else,” Dean said as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“What if this means whatever happened then is happening now here?” Liam asked.

“Then we get down to the bottom of it and stop it,” Dean explained as if it were as simple as walking to the corner store for some milk.

Liam reached out run his fingers over the carving and an ice cold shiver ran up his arm and through him. He couldn’t explain why he suddenly looked over to a mom and pop store where a fight suddenly broke out. A woman in a pink dress was going berserk, hitting people with her purse and shouting something unintelligible.

Dean lightly smacked his brother on the chest before they jogged across the street toward the woman and the frightened group around her. Both Winchesters put their hands up in front of them in 'we won't hurt you' gesture. "Hey, hey....calm down!" Dean shouted above the screams and babblings of the woman in pink. She merely turned, wide eyed and screamed in the hunter's face before shoving her hands angrily into the middle of his chest and throwing him to the ground. Sam quickly slipped behind the woman and grabbed both of the woman's arms, restraining her. She struggled and screamed like a banshee.

"Dean!" Sam shouted, literally wrestling with the woman trying to keep her from breaking free of his grasp.

The older Winchester got to his feet, dodging the woman's flailing limbs he cracked her on the head with the butt of his 9mm which seemed to just piss her off and make the red veins in her eyes bulge out. "Whoa! That is not normal." He dodged a pink pump that went sailing over his head right before the heel of her foot connected with his face knocking him backward. Liam raced to catch him.

Sam lost control and the woman ran crazily down the street right in front of an on coming tow truck that threw her body a good four feet before she rolled with a sickening smack and crack of bones across the pavement.

Dean winced, Sam closed his eyes and shook his head. "Dude...That's gotta hurt." He said with a sympathetic groan.

"What was wrong with her?" Sam wondered, staring off across the street looking at the battered corpse.

"You got me. When they scrape her up, let's get a look at the body." Dean said with a shrug.

“Careful,” Liam warned his companions as they headed over to the corpse. “I really don’t like this.” The woman had exhibited the strength of a demon almost, but her eyes never turned black and nothing smoked out of her when she was killed.

Sam met with the local cop that arrived on the scene. It didn’t take more than flashing his fake FBI badge to get invited into the conversation.

Dean turned to Liam, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I know this looks bad, but we’ve dealt with worse. We’ll con our way into getting a look at the body and gather some samples to figure out what this thing is. Then we kill it.”

Liam nodded. He had faith in his companions, but he could see the fear and uncertainty in his lover’s eyes. He just had to have faith that they would figure this thing out before anything too awful happened.

Sam came back over. "They're taking the body to a small medical clinic a few blocks from here. I told them we'd meet them there."

Dean nodded once and looked from his brother to Liam. "You call Bobby and tell him what just happened. We'll handle the body."

Liam only nodded, taking out his phone as the brothers turned. “Just be careful,” he called out to them again and tried to call Bobby. He had no service though. There was a pay phone on the corner so he tried that. It was dead. What the hell?

Then another fight broke out, and this one had a big knife. Liam instinctively rushed over and tried to disarm the attacker. The crazy dark haired man wildly swung the blade at him, cutting his arms a few times. The man plunged at his chest and Liam was able to dodge and grab his arm and break it against his knee, making him drop the weapon. The pain didn't seem to phase the deranged man and he tried to grab the knife with the other arm. Liam grabbed it first and plunged it into his heart.

He looked down at his arms, the sleeves shredded and stained with dripping blood. He’d finally gotten to see some action, and he was a little bit shaken. He’d killed before as a vampire for survival. Now he was human it seemed a bit different. It had still been for survival, and he hadn’t had much choice.

He fled from the scene straight to the clinic where Sam and Dean were examining the woman’s body. “There was another one,” he told them. “He had a knife, and he… And then I...”

"Take some blood and see...Dammit I'll be right back." Dean said leaving to check on Liam who looked as if he'd seen a ghost. Hearing his hasty words, the hunter took off his rubber gloves and put his hand on the man's shoulder. "It's alright. Calm down. Are you okay?”

Liam took a few deep, calming breaths. It was then that the his brain registered the pain in his arms. A few of the cuts were deep and would probably require stitches. "I killed him..." he said softly, a little more calm, but still unsettled. "He was trying to kill me, clearly infected, but..."

"We've got another body," the EMT's came in with the man, the knife sticking out of his chest. A cop was with them, and narrowed his eyes when he saw Liam.

"You, I need your statement," he said in a stern voice.

Liam took another steadying breath. "It was self defense," he said plainly. "That man went berserk." He showed the cuts on his heavily bleeding arms. "I came here for medical attention."

"I know, son," the older cop nodded and took out a little note pad. "There were lots of witnesses, you acted very heroically. I just need your name and your side of the story."

A blonde female doctor came to look at his wounds. While she worked on cleaning him up Liam gave the cop a fake name and told him everything that happened as best he could remember. The doctor just bandaged the cuts that weren’t so bad, and numbed up the ones that needed stitches. Liam had to look away while she worked. There was just something freaky and unnatural about a needle being threaded through his skin, even if he couldn’t feel it.

The doctor finished with Liam and gave him something for pain. Then she turned to Sam. “Now that that crisis is dealt with, there’s something you guys should see. I'll admit that I'm not the most brilliant physician on the planet, but I know something abnormal when I see it." She grabbed a folder and handed it to Sam.

Sam looked at the papers and shook his head in disbelief. "This can't be right. You found sulfur?" He read the results twice more just make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. Sulfur could mean only one thing.

"Oh no, those are correct. Take a look," The doctor gestured to a microscope.

Sam tucked the folder under his arm and leaned into the microscope only to see a distinct swirl of sulfur on the slide. A cold chill ran down his spine. In that moment, he knew exactly what had caused the virus. Pursing his lips, he looked at the doctor. "We need to lock this clinic down now."

Dean shifted his weight uneasily from one foot to the other. He looked into the eyes of his brother before glancing around at the people in the clinic. "How is it spread, and how do we stop it?"

"It looks like it's spread from blood contact," a nurse answered Dean's question. "As for how to stop it, we don't even know what it is." She looked to Liam with concern. "All that blood," she motioned toward his torn sleeves that had been rolled up. "All yours?"

Liam paused, a ball of ice forming in his gut. "I... I don't know..." For the first time since the whole incident occurred, Liam had to wonder if he had been infected now. "There was a lot of blood when I stabbed him." He'd had open wounds at the time. His eyes widened a little as he looked to Dean. Would his lover do something really stupid if he had indeed been infected? How long would it take to tell?

"Here, let me take a sample of blood from you, and I'll test it," the doctor offered. Since his arms were covered with cuts and stitches, she took his hand and attempted to draw from the back. Liam hissed as the tiny needle punctured his sensitive skin while his eyes were closed. The doctor took a little blood and prepared a slide, which she then put under her microscope. "Looks normal right now," she said, causing Liam to let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding. Did this mean he was clear?

"You're gonna be okay!" Dean all but barked toward the man he loved and the doctor. He was about to apologize when the unmistakable sound of a rapid fire weapon came from outside. Someone had some heavy duty guns, the kind that didn't get stopped if they didn't want to be. An irritated breath came through clenched teeth and the elder Winchester gave little more than an apologetic look to Liam while wracking a round into chamber of his 9mm. "Lock the door. Keep him alive." Dean ordered the doctor before stalking off to meet his younger brother who was already barricading the flimsy double glass doors of clinic.

Outside on the street was a gang of very determined looking men armed to the teeth with everything from aluminum baseball bats, brooms, M16s, shovels and Dean was sure he saw a pitchfork next to the man carrying a torch. "We got company."

"They look normal to you?" Sam wondered with his back to the sheet rock neck to the pile of ugly mauve chairs that he'd stacked in front of the doors, his own 9mm in his hands ready for use.

"Yeah for Jonestown." Dean replied shaking his head, kneeling peering through an opening in the chairs.

"How many rounds you got?" Asked Sam.

"Not enough to take them all out." Dean said an eerie calm. He let out a deep breath. "Don't take a shot unless you can drop them for sure. This ain't the time for target practice." A bead of sweat ran down the elder Winchester's forehead.

Even though Dean probably meant him to stay put, Liam couldn't help but follow him to the door. Liam didn't have a weapon to help because they hadn't given him one, but he wanted to see what was going on. He just wasn't the type to sit idly by, waiting for a virus to take him over, or not. He moved quietly, looking over Dean's shoulder. "Damn," he breathed, crouching down behind the brothers. What he was going to do he didn't know. There wasn't time to run to the car and get another gun for him, though his aim wasn't that great since he was still getting used duller vision. Still, he wanted to do something, to be at least semi-useful.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Dean glared at him.

“I think I’m being a hunter,” Liam answered.

“You’re not even armed!”

“You should have given me something sooner then,” Liam argued. “We’ve already talked about the whole bubble wrap thing.” He headed back into the clinic, rummaging through drawers until he found a scalpel.

“What are you going to with that, prick them to death?” Dean’s eye twitched a little.

“You can do a lot of damage with a small blade.”

“By the time you get close enough to do anything you’ll be dead.”

“I’m probably dead anyway.”

Dean took his shoulders and practically shook him. “I told you you’re gonna be fine! Now please, go back where it’s safe.”

“Hey, look,” Sam interrupted them and pointed out the door. The armed men passed right by the clinic and headed down the street. “I think they’re just patrolling. As long as we stay in here we should be fine. Still, we should keep ready just in case.”

Dean nodded and they went back inside the clinic. “So, how long until we know for sure he’s in the clear?” he asked the doctor.

All the doctor could do was shrug. “I’ve never seen anything like this before in my life. I’ll keep a close eye on him, check his blood every few hours. That’s all I can do.”

There was a knock at the clinic door. It was Bobby’s friend clutching a shot gun. Dean let him in, holding his gun on the man just in case. The man kept his shot gun pointed at Dean. “You guys got a handle on this?”

“Nope,” Dean answered honestly. “All we know is it’s a virus spread by blood contact. No idea how to cure it.”

The man started to lower his gun until he saw Liam’s bloody and bandaged arms. Then he aimed at the blond. “Is he infected?”

“We don’t know,” the doctor answered. “He’s not showing any signs now, but it’s only been an hour.”

“Things are getting worse by the minute out there. We can’t take any chances.” He cocked the gun and aimed at Liam’s head.

Dean stepped between them. “You’re not shooting him,” he said with finality.

“Get out of the way!” the man shouted. “If he’s not infected than I’m sorry, but there’s a war zone out there. If that virus is inside him then he won’t be him much longer and he’ll try to infect us too.”

“I’m not gonna go off half cocked and shoot someone I love! We’ll wait. If he turns I’ll do it myself.”

The man nodded and lowered the gun. “You better.”

All they could do was sit around and wait another two hours. The doctor took another blood sample from Liam and examined it. “Still no trace of sulfur,” she said. “It all looks normal.”

Liam let out a sigh of relief and Dean nodded. “I told you you were gonna be fine.”

There was another knock at the door. A young blond man stood outside with a bandaged gash on his arm. “Eric,” Bobby’s friend said as he opened the door, keeping the shot gun aimed at him just in case. “Where have you been?”

“Out fishing,” Eric answered. “What the hell is going on out there?”

“We don’t really know,” Dean answered, his own gun trained on the newcomer. “How did you get that cut?”

“Some crazy asshole cut me.”

“Did he bleed on you?”

“No.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Dean said like he didn’t believe him.

“What, there are different rules for your friends than for strangers?” Bobby’s friend asked when it looked like Dean might shoot Eric.

“No, of course not,” Dean gave a little smile as he lowered his weapon. “Doc, test him.”

The doctor did as told, and Eric held still while his blood was drawn. “He looks clean too,” she said finally.

All they could really do was wait. Dean paced back and forth like a caged wild animal. “Dean, settle down,” Sam said.

“Settle down?” Dean’s eyebrows raised. “You want me to settle down? We’re stuck here Sam! Usually by now we’ve got some clue, some lead. Right now all we know is that there’s some demonic virus that’s making everybody crazy. We have no clue where it came from, why it’s here, or how to kill it! We’re trapped here like animals, waiting to see if two of us are infected. One of those possibly infected is the man I love who I’ve been to hell and back for. If he is infected all I can do for him is shoot him. We should be finding some kind of cure!”

Sam put his hands on his brother’s shoulders. “Dean, like you said, everything will be okay somehow.”

Another two hours passed very slowly, and more blood samples were taken. “Both clean,” the doctor said. “It’s been five hours for your friend, guys. If he hasn’t shown any sign yet I don’t think he’s going to.”

Dean couldn’t help but hug Liam tight. “You’re definitely going to be okay,” he smiled.

“I haven’t seen the patrol in some time,” Bobby’s friend said. “I think Eric and I are going to try and get out of here.”

Dean nodded and looked to the doctor and nurse. “You two go with them. We’ll stay here and hold down the fort and figure this out.”

“Are you sure?” the doctor asked.

Dean nodded. “I’d tell Sam and Liam to go too, but I don’t think either of them would.”

“You’ve got that right,” Liam nodded.

They saw the four people off and wished them luck. They weren’t gone long when the doctor came back. “Guys, you should really see this.”

The three men followed her out and they looked around. All was silent and still. The busy street was empty, no person but them to be found. “Son of a bitch, it happened again,” Liam sighed.

“Were you able to find anyone?” Dean asked.

“No,” the doctor shook her head. “We looked everywhere. They’re all just… gone. Look, I think Becky and I will stay here and deal with things. You guys go. Whatever this is, it seems to be over.”

“I guess so,” Dean nodded. “Sam, Liam, let’s go.”

“This felt like it was some kind of test,” Liam said as they walked back to the car.

“Yeah, it does,” Sam agreed. “I mean, it’s good you weren’t infected, but with all that blood you really should have been.”

“Well he wasn’t,” Dean said sharply. “I don’t know why either, but I’m not going to complain. We’re all three fine, and that’s what matters. I’m starving, let’s go find some place to eat.”

Nothing more was said as they got into the car and drove off. Dean found a diner two towns over and parked in front of it. “Hungry yet, Liam?”

“No,” Liam answered. “But I bet you don’t care.”

“You’re right, sunshine. It’s starting to look like if I let you wait until you feel hungry you’ll probably die. As angry as I still am with you, I’m not willing to do that. So, we’re all three going to go in there and have dinner.”

Liam nodded and got out with them. This really sucked. He didn’t know why his body wasn’t getting hungry, but it looked like Dean was going to keep forcing food down his throat until it did.
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