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Hunting Humanity III	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1200 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dean came down for breakfast the next morning and looked over to Sam on the couch. “You still with us, Sammy?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “Where’s Liam?”

“Not feeling well. I think he’s got the flu, poor guy. He’s praying to the porcelain gods and he feels a little warm.”

“I’ll whip him up a little something to make him feel better then,” Bobby said as he came in. “In the meantime, Sam, how do you feel?”

“Great,” Sam answered. “It’s like… I was wearing this weighted vest around, but never noticed it you know, but now it’s gone and I’m noticing the absence.”

“Good,” Bobby nodded. “I got up early and did some checking on that potion.”

“And?” Sam asked.

“It checks out. I’ve got a shaman friend that’s heard of it. No one, or I should say no human soul knows the exact recipe anymore, but he basically shot you with an ancient nuclear missile. It burns away evil like an uncontrollable wild fire. But it’s tricky as hell to make, and you add one tiny bit too much or too little of something and it liquefies your insides. Still, make it right and pour some down the throat of whatever poor meat suit Lilith is occupying and it’ll turn her into extra crispy toast.”

Sam swallowed hard. “Well, thankfully my insides are not liquid. He knew what he was doing. To be honest, I’m a little conflicted myself. My base instinct doesn’t wanna die, but I still got what I guess is survivor’s guilt. I survived that witness thing when so many other hunters didn’t, and now I find out heaven ordered me dead but the assassin they sent decided to save me instead. Why do I deserve life so much?”

Dean sat next to his brother. “I’m right there with you. I did something really stupid and sold my soul to a demon. I was dead for several months, but suddenly poof here am alive again at the insistence of the very creature that just saved your ass. I’ve decided to just enjoy the life I was given, and you should do the same.

Sam nodded and Liam came down the stairs. “I don’t know, death is sounding pretty good right about now,” Liam groaned.

“Babe, what are you doing out of bed?” Dean asked. “You’re sick, that happens to human bodies from time to time.”

“I don’t wanna be in bed. Bed is boring.”

“Babe, rest is how you get better. That, and whatever Bobby has cooking.”

A little while later Sam and Dean were having breakfast while Liam was reclined on the couch drinking the nasty concoction Bobby made him. As soon as it was finished Liam was asleep. Dean finished eating and hopped onto Bobby’s computer. “What are you doing?” Sam asked.

“What we always do,” Dean answered. “Looking for weird news that might indicate a job. I may have already found something too. Vampire attack in Canonsburg, Pennsylvania.”

“You want to work a job?”

“And you don’t? Sam, you want your life to have meaning you jump back into the fight and save as many others as you can.”

Sam shrugged. “I guess you’re right.”

“Bobby, can you get Liam back to Memphis for us?”

“I’m going with you,” Liam insisted, awake now.

Dean looked over at him. “I repeat, you are sick. You would be a liability to us if anything. Let Bobby take you back to Natalie so she can nurse you.”

“I am not letting a stupid virus stop me. I may feel like death warmed over, but I know more about vampires than you do.”

“There’s no use in arguing with him,” Sam pointed out. “He almost always wins in the end.”

Dean huffed and they all got packed up and ready to go. Liam slept for most of the car ride. They found a motel and changed into suits to play FBI agents. “Liam, you really do look like hell,” Dean said. “Maybe you should crawl into that bed and we’ll tell you what we find.”

Liam shot him a glare. “People go to work sick every day. Let’s go.”

It was Oktoberfest in town, and a lot was going on. They found the sheriff in the crowd and approached him. “Sheriff Dietrich,” Sam gave a little nod.

He turned to look at them. “Are you the boys from the fed?”

“Agents Angus, Young, and Cranston.” They all flashed their badges.

“Which ever one you are,” he looked to Liam, “you look like hell warmed over.”

“Yeah, he’s got the flu, but he’s a major workaholic,” Dean gave a little smile.

“I'll tell you what, why don't we talk this out away from the crowd, huh?”

The sheriff took them to the morgue to show them the body. He showed them two dark puncture marks on the woman’s neck. “What the hell?” Dean’s eyebrows knitted together and he looked up at Liam who had the same puzzled expression.

“Yeah, you got me,” the sheriff said. “I mean this killer's some kind of grade A wacko, right? I mean, some Satan worshiping, Anne Rice reading, gothic, psycho vampire wannabe.”

“Sheriff, in your report, you mentioned a witness,” Dean said.

The sheriff shook his head. “Yeah, I wished I didn't, but our witness insisted. That's Ed Brewer. Not exactly what you'd call reliable.”

They found Ed at a local bar sitting in a corner drinking from a large beer stein. “I told the cops everything I saw. No one believes me. Why should you be any different?”

“Believe me, Mr. Brewer, we're different,” Dean assured him.

“I spoke the God’s honest truth. And now I’m the town joke,” Ed shook his head.

“Marissa Wright’s murder is no joke to us. And we want to hear everything, no matter how strange it may seem,” Sam said.

“We have a lot of experience with strange,” Dean gave him a little smile.

Ed took another swig of beer. “It was just after midnight. I just left here, and like I do every night, I cut through the park on the way home. At first, I thought it was a couple kissing. But she was struggling too much. And this man, he was, well, he was biting her neck.”

“Can you describe her assailant?” Liam asked.

“Oh, he was a vampire.”

“Okay, right. And by that, you mean…?” Dean tried to pull a little more from him.

“You know, a vampire. He looked like a vampire. You know, with the fangs and the slicked back hair and the fancy cape and the little medallion thingy on the ribbon.”

“You mean like a Dracula?” Liam tilted his head.

“Exactly, like a Dracula. Right down to the accent. You do believe me, don't you?”

“Of course we believe you,” Sam gave him a little smile. “Thank you for your time.”

They left him and gathered in the back corner. “Well, resident vampire expert?” Dean asked Liam.

“Doesn’t sound like any vampire I’ve ever encountered. And that bite, it was more like something out of the movies.”

“Great,” Dean sighed. “So it probably is some psycho human.”

“Definitely not our kind of case,” Sam agreed.

They headed to a table and sat down. “Well, the rooms are paid for, and it’s Oktoberfest. Liam, you are gonna rest and get better, and Sam and I are going to enjoy ourselves.”

“What can I get you?” the bar maid came over.

Dean and Sam ordered themselves a beer and Liam asked for some gingerale. They sat and drank for a little while before going back to the motel.

The next day they found out there was another strange attack, a man ripped to pieces. There was a witness to this as well. They sat down with her. “Ma'am, we understand how hard this is, but can you describe the creature?” Dean asked.

“Oh. It was a werewolf,” she insisted.

“A werewolf?” Sam raised an eyebrow. “You're sure?”

“Oh, yeah,” she nodded. “With the furry face, and the black nose, and the claws, and the torn up pants and shirt. Like from the old movies.”

“Well, okay. Thank you for your time,” Dean gave her a little smile and nod before they left to go back to the morgue.

“First a Dracula and now a full on movie time Wolf Man? What the hell is going on in this town?” Dean shook his head.

“Maybe there is something weird here,” Liam shrugged.

Sam opened the storage drawer and unzipped the body bag. They all recoiled at the sight and smell and Liam ran to vomit in the trash can.

“Alright. Whatever did this wasn't a psycho wannabe,” Sam sighed and started probing with a pencil. “Look at those bite marks. Right down to the bone, and deeper.”

“Strong enough to tear a healthy man apart limb from limb. Could be a werewolf,” Dean said.

“Yeah, except, look. The heart's still there in one piece,” Sam pointed out. “They never leave the heart behind.”

“Thus I reiterate, what the hell is going on?”

“Well, I was hoping you boys could tell me,” the sheriff came in. “I just got a rush job back from the lab on those fibers we found on the body. Canine. Wolf hairs. Your partner, he gonna be okay?” he motioned to Liam who was sitting at the desk looking a little green and clammy.

“He probably should’ve stayed home on this one,” Dean sighed. “But I think he’ll live.”

They dropped Liam back at the motel so he could lie down and the brothers went back to the bar. “Looks like we've stumbled onto a midnight showing of Dracula meets Wolf Man. Is that it?” Dean asked while he ate.

“I don't know,” Sam shook his head. “I mean, Wolf Man seems real enough. Makes Dracula seem a little less impossible, I guess.”

“Yeah, but werewolves don't grow wolf hair. That's just a myth,” Dean pointed out. “So, what? We've got a vampire and a werewolf monster mashing this town?”

The bar maid Jaime brought them beers. “Looks like you guys are staying a while. I heard about Rick Deacon.”

“Yeah, this case just got weird enough for our department,” Dean smiled at her.

“Well, beers are on me. And, just so you know, I get off at midnight tonight,” she winked at Dean.

She left and Dean smirked at Sam. Sam shook his head. “Dude, you know if you even think about it Liam will rise from his sick bed and murder you.”

The smile didn’t leave Dean’s face. “Hey, it’s still nice to know I’ve got it. Hey, you think this Dracula could turn into a bat? That would be cool.”

They went back to the motel and then caught wind of another strange murder. This time it was a mummy. “This sarcophagus isn't ancient,” Sam held up a little tag from the bottom. “It's from a prop house in Philly.”

“Well, it goes well with the bucket of dry ice he was keeping in it,” Dean held the little bucket up.

“Someone is going to a lot of trouble to make their own special effects,” Liam sighed. “Guys, you know what, I’m feeling worse. I’m just gonna go back to the motel.”

“Okay,” Dean nodded. “Sam, you good while I drive him back?”

“No,” Liam insisted. “It’s not that far. I’ll walk. The fresh air might to do me good.”

“You absolutely sure, Babe?” Dean asked. “Something weird is on the loose and you are clearly down for the count.”

“I’m sure,” Liam insisted. “I’ve got a silver knife and I’m sick but not completely helpless.”

He walked down the alley past the bar and happened to stumble upon a man in a Dracula get up harassing the bar maid. “Hey!” he called out and punched the guy. The two struggled and Dracula got him pinned against the wall and tried to bite his neck. Liam reached for his silver knife and stabbed the creature in the gut. Dracula screamed in agony and the ear that was gripped in Liam’s hand came off and the creature ran.

Liam called Dean to tell him what happened and Jaime took him back to the bar. When Sam and Dean arrived they were seated at a table and Liam was nursing a gingerale. “You guys all right?” Sam asked.

“I think so,” Liam nodded. “And I have another piece of the puzzle.” He pulled out a folded towel and put it on the table and showed them the ear.

“Uh, the ear part?” Sam looked a little disgusted.

“Came right off his head. Also, my silver knife hurt him pretty good.”

Dean reached out and touched the ear. “This feels familiar. Skin of a shapeshifter. Just like St. Louis and just like Milwaukee. Of course this one's all holding buckets of crazy. All three monsters, the Dracula, Wolf Man, and the mummy, all the same critter, which means we need to catch this freak before he Creature From the Black Lagoons somebody.”

“So, you guys are like Mulder and Scully or something, and The X Files are real?” Jamie looked at them.

Dean chuckled. “No, The X Files is a TV show. This is real.”

“Okay,” Sam sighed. “So, the stagecraft, the costuming, it's like he's trying to re enact his favorite monster movie moments, right down to the bloody murders.”

“Wait a second. Who the hell is Mina?” Jaime asked. “That’s what he called me.”

“Mina, Dracula's intended bride,” Sam explained. “Seems like he's fixating on you, like he sees you as his bride.”

“Wow. Lucky me,” she snorted.

“Jamie, has anybody strange come to town, somebody that has taken a specific notice of you?” Dean asked.

“I don't know, Dean,” she shrugged. “It's Oktoberfest. I'm a bartender. There's lots of people. I... wait a second. There is Ed.”

“Ed Brewer?” Sam asked. “The guy who saw the vampire attack?”

“Yeah,” Jaime nodded. “He moved here about a month ago. Lucy swears he has a crush on me. He comes in almost every night.”

“Where does Ed live?” Dean asked.

“I don't know. But he works at the old movie theater. I think he's the projectionist there.”

“I’ll go check it out,” Sam said. “Dean, you stay here with Jaime and your sick boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?” Jaime looked a little shocked. “You mean you two are…?”

“Yep,” Dean nodded. “We got together about a year and a half ago.”

“So, you two are gay, and monsters are real.”

“I’m more like bi, and some monsters are real, yeah.”

“And the shapeshifter, he can turn into different people.”

“Yeah, except this one's turning into the great monsters of screenland, which is a new one for me.”

“You're not really FBI, are you?”

“Not exactly,” Liam shook his head.

“So, this is what you do?” she looked back and forth between them. “You three just tramp across the country on your own dime until you find some horrible nightmare to fight?”

“More like on Sam’s girlfriend’s dime, but yeah,” Liam answered.

“Some people paint,” Dean shrugged.

“That must suck. I mean, you're giving up your life for this terrible, I don't know, responsibility.”

“Last few years, I started thinking that way, and, uh, it started sort of weighing on me. Of course, that was before... A little while ago, I had this let’s call it a near death experience. Very near. And, uh, when I came to things were different. My life's been different. I realize that I help people. Not just help them, though. I save them. I guess it's awesome. It's kind of like a gift, like a mission. Kind of like a mission from God.”

“So, does that make you some kind of monk or something? You know, celibate?”

“Oh, god no,” Dean chuckled. “When he’s not upchucking everywhere, let me tell you...”

Lucy, the other bar maid came in with a smile on her face. “Hey, guys!”

“Hey, Lucy,” Jaime greeted her.

Lucy went back behind the bar to grab a bottle of something. “You know what? I just came to borrow a bottle. I kind of got something going back at my... Anyway, uh, I'm just gonna get out of your hair.”

“Lucy, it's been a crazy night. Stay for a drink,” Jaime insisted.

“Yeah. Stay for a drink,” Dean nodded. “He’ll have another gingerale,” he pointed to Liam. “Anything else and you’ll have a real mess on your hands.”

Lucy got them drinks and Jaime told her what happened the alley. “Oh, that sounds awful. Jamie, honey, are you okay?” Lucy frowned.

“Oh, I am fine. He didn't even touch me. Liam, he just blew right in and fought him off. It was really, really something.”

Lucy blotted her lipstick on a napkin, something she had a habit of doing. “So, Liam, are you like a black belt or what?”

Liam tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “The way you move… Looks like you’ve been hurt recently.”

Lucy smirked at him. “Fast and smart. Quite the combination.”

Liam blinked, shaking his head before going limp, his head smashing on the table. “Liam!” Dean cried and stared at Lucy. He punched her in the jaw from across the table just as Jaime also passed out. Lucy put her jaw back in place and stood up. “It's you, isn't it?” Dean accused, standing himself but feeling a little wobbly. “Oh, damn it! What did you put in our drinks?” He busted a bottle on the end of the table before passing out himself.

Dean woke strapped to an upright table in some evil lab looking basement and the Dracula character was standing next to a portrait of a woman who looked like Lucy. “Oh, come on,” Dean groaned.

“She is beautiful, no?” Dracula reached out to touch the portrait. “Bride number three from the first film. She never got the acclaim that she deserved, which is why I chose her shape, her form, to move among the mortals unnoticed. To listen to the cricket songs of the living. That is when I discovered my bride had been reborn in this century.”

“Liam!” Dean looked around and saw his mate lying still unconscious on a table bound. “He better not be...”

“Oh, he is alive, for now. He is an extra, and I have not quite figured out what to do with him.”

Dean sighed. “I can't get over what a pumpkin pie eyed, crazy son of a bitch you really are. You're not Dracula! You get that, right? Or even if you think you are Dracula, what the hell's up with the mummy?”

Dracula punched Dean in the face. “I am all monsters!”

“Life ain't a movie, you sorry sack of – “

Dracula punched him again. “Life is small. Meagre. Messy. The movies are grand, simple, elegant. I have chosen elegance.”

“You think elegance is really the word for what you did to Marissa, or Rick Deacon, or any of the others?”

“But of course. It is a monster movie, after all.”

“You do realize what happens at the end of every monster movie?”

Dracula smirked at him. “Ah, but this movie is mine. And in it, the monster wins. The monster gets the girl. And the hero, he’s electrocuted. And tonight, Jonathan Harker, you will be my hero.” Dracula put his hand on a large lever.

“Wait...”

Suddenly the doorbell rang. “Please, excuse me,” Dracula said as he left.

Dean looked over to Liam’s body. “Astiratu, you son of a bitch, I could really use your help right now. Where are you?”

Several minutes later Sam entered the basement. “Oh, thank God,” Dean sighed. “Just in the nick of time. That guy was about to Frankenstein me.”

Sam saw Liam and moved over to him, putting two fingers on his neck. “Good, he’s got a pulse.”

“But he’s not waking up,” Dean frowned. “I don’t know why, I’ve been awake for a little while, but he’s not waking up,” Dean sounded a little panicked.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” Sam tried to assure his brother as he untied him. “Being sick takes a lot out of you as it is.”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Let’s go find and kill Dracula.”

They found Jaime in an upstairs bedroom. Sam went to move to her, but Dracula came from seemingly out of nowhere and threw him through the wall. Dean tried to shoot him, but the gun was knocked out of his hand and there was a struggle. Dean ended up on the floor. “And you, Harker, now you die.”

“How about now you shut the hell up?

Dracula grabbed a knife and moved in for the kill when shots rang out and he was shot twice in the chest. “Silver?” his eyes widened and he turned to see Sam holding the gun. “Mina, do not weep,” he said as he fell into a chair and died.

They said their goodbyes to Jaime and got Liam back to the motel room. He did wake a few hours later with a groan. “Babe, you scared the crap out of me again,” Dean sat next to him. “How do you feel?”

“I just woke up alive and I am disappointed. Is the monster dead?”

“Yeah.” Dean kissed his forehead. “And you really should have been resting instead of here. So, what we’re going to do in the morning is take you home and put you to bed and give you all the tea and toast you can handle, okay?”

“Okay,” Liam nodded.

Natalie greeted them when they got home. “I am so happy to see you guys again!”

“Keep away,” Liam held out a hand. “I am walking death and contagious.”

Dean turned to him. “You didn’t seem so concerned about me.”

“You are not a pregnant woman.”

Natalie chuckled. “Relax, Liam, I’ve had my flu shot. I will take care of you.”

“Oh, god,” Dean’s eyes suddenly went wide and he touched his stomach before racing to the bathroom. He came back out a few minutes later with a sour expression. “Thank you so much for sharing,” he said to Liam sarcastically.

Liam chuckled and kissed his cheek. “Sharing is caring.”

“Up to bed, both of you,” Natalie ordered. “March!”
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