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Hunting Humanity VI	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1256 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Impala pulled up to a crime scene in Dearborn, Michigan. “Feels wonky,” Dean commented as he parked.

“What?” Liam asked.

“Working a regular job.”

“Bobby'll call if anything flares up on the Leviathan front. In the meantime, you know you want to work this case, Dean. Cop on the wire sounded dumbfounded,” Sam said.

“No arguments. It's kind of nice, you know? We're due for a little cut and dry.”

They approached the police tape and flashed their FBI badges. An officer waved them through. Sam turned to his brother. “By the way, thank you.”

“For?” Dean asked.

“Amy. I know you didn't want to let her go, but it was the right thing to do. So, thanks.”

Dean and Liam exchanged looks. “No problem.”

They had to show their ID’s again when they got to the right floor. A detective waved them over. “Welcome to Crazytown, population one dead guy.”

“Who was he?” Sam asked.

“Uh, Matthew Hammond. Seems to have been crushed to death.”

“By?” Dean asked.

“Well, if we weren't on the tenth floor, I'd say by a car.”

They walked into the apartment where a police photographer was taking pictures of a blood stained brick wall with a hole in it. Sam pulled out the EMF detector. “It's going crazy.”

“Some kind of ghost?” Liam looked back at the wall.

“With a license?” Dean looked around. “License to kill.”

Liam chuckled and shook his head. “You...”

Sam noticed something on the floor and knelt down to check it out. “What do you got?” Dean asked.

“I don't know. Looks like some kind of powder.”

“Sulfur?”

“No. Just dirt.”

Dean picked up something from a bowl of nick-knacks. “Check this out. AA, 10 years. Dead and sober. Double crappy.”

Sam started looking through some papers. “There's a charge keeps coming up. Fifty bucks a month at a place called Jane's. All right. Congrats on your sobriety. I'll go find out what Jane's is.”

Dean gave his brother a cheeky little smile. “I gave up AA for Lent.”

“We're not Catholic,” Sam pointed out.

Dean frowned. “Always with the details. AA gives me the jeebs.”

“Wow. Shocker.”

“Shut up.”

“Fine. I'll hit the meeting, you go hit on Jane.”

“And what am I doing?” Liam asked.

Dean grabbed his hand. “You’re mine, you’re with me of course.”

“Yours?” Liam raised an eyebrow.

Dean sighed. “You know what I mean. You’re my wonderful and beautiful significant other.”

“Okay then. Let’s go.”

Jane’s ended up being a flower shop. A woman at the counter looked up at them when they went in. “May I help you?”

Dean flashed his FBI badge. “Just had a few questions about a customer of yours, name of Matthew Hammond.”

“Uh, sure. He's not in trouble, is he?”

“Actually, Mr. Hammond is no longer with us.”

“Oh. Now it all makes sense.”

“What does?” Liam asked.

“He came in couple days ago, paid me three years in advance to keep his monthly delivery going.”

“And where do the flowers go?” Dean asked.

“A Miss Elizabeth Duren.”

“You mind, uh, writing Elizabeth's address down? I'd like to pay her a visit.”

It turned out Elizabeth was dead, and the flowers were being sent to her grave. They met back up with Sam at the motel and compared notes. Sam had found out the guy was feeling guilty about something, but wouldn’t share.

Sam pulled out his laptop and looked up Elizabeth. “Elizabeth Duren. Killed ten years ago when a neighbor backed out of his driveway. Didn't see her bike. No one was ever charged. Police ruled it an accident.”

Dean sighed. “Let me guess. The neighbor's our tenth floor pancake.”

Sam nodded. “At least we know he felt bad. I mean, the flowers...”

Dean grabbed a beer and took a drink. “Kind of makes you wonder if the guy wasn't drunk when he ran her over.”

Sam closed the laptop. “Yeah. Alright. Well, regardless, now that we got a decent bead on ghost rider, let's go. Burn her bones. Put her to rest.”

“The fun never stops,” Dean took another swig of beer and got up.

They went to the cemetery and found her grave. They dug her up and burned her before heading back to the motel. Dean sighed as he took off his jacket. “Oh, another night at the office. Liam, why don't you take the first shower?”

Sam picked up a paper and read it. “Listen to this. A local man, Christopher Fisher, was ripped to shreds in a wild animal attack last night."

“It is a dangerous world out there,” Dean flopped on the bed.

“He was in the restroom of a diner.”

Dean sat up. “Yeah, that doesn't sound right.”

“Apparently, uh, none of the patrons saw anything. Guy calls 911, screaming about a dog, but the operator didn't hear anything, either.”

Sam fired up the laptop to look into it. “Wow. Looks like this guy had a history with dogs. Five years ago, he was arrested for running a dog fighting operation.”

Dean got up from the bed and moved to the table to look at the screen. “Classy. Alright. So, what? He causes so much misery that some rottweiler goes Cujo on him from beyond the grave? Wait a second. Do dogs even have ghosts? That sounds weird. Ghost dog?”

“No weirder than ghost car, you know?” Sam pointed out.

“You know what does make sense? Vengeance on the guy that Michael Vick'd you. I mean, I'm no one to judge, but it sounds to me like that guy had it coming.”

“Maybe, but maybe not. So, he got busted, got probation, started volunteering at an animal shelter.”

“Yeah, because he had to.”

“At first, yeah. But he kept going long after he served his time. Looks like he got really into it. Raised a lot of money for the cause.” Sam showed them an article about him and his good deeds. “People change.”

“Yeah, tell that to ghost dog,” Dean snorted.

“Alright. Uh, get suited up. Let's go check out the body.”

“Peachy. Yeah, let's do this.”

As it turned out the latest victim also had red dirt under his nails and on his shoes. They figured there had to be a connection so Sam started digging. He came up with an apple farm. “An apple farm?” Dean looked to his brother.

“Yeah. Apparently whatever's in red dirt makes great apples.”

“Wow. I'd be so interested in that if I ate apples.”

“So this one's supposed to be pretty old, uh, mostly abandoned. Few hundred acres.”

“A few hundred? We're gonna be searching all year.”

An older black man ran out in front of the car. “Whoa!” Dean shouted and slammed on the breaks. He and Sam got out.

“Hey. Uh, you okay?” Sam asked him.

The man stood there breathing hard. Dean patted him on the shoulder. “Okay, well, why don't we get you out of here before you get roadkilled, huh?”

“Yeah,” the man nodded and got in the car.

They took him back to the motel and Sam got him a glass of water. “So, Warren. Just, uh, take a minute. Tell us what's going on.”

“Look, you're good people, I can see that, but you can't do anything for me. No one can.”

“Why not?” Dean asked.

“Because it's all impossible. You won't even believe me.”

“Well, try us,” Liam said. “You’d be surprised what we’d believe.”

“I was just put on trial and sentenced to death.”

“What'd you do?” Dean asked.

“Held up a liquor store. I killed the owner and his wife. I wasn't thinking. I was young.”

Dean looked surprised. “Young? When was this?”

“1981.”

“And they just put you on trial?”

“No, no, I just got out of prison.”

“Okay, you're making less sense the more you talk.”

Dean started to get up but Liam pushed him back down. “No, it's okay. Just... go on.”

“Did thirty years. I just got paroled. Not that you're ever free of that. I think about it every day.”

“So, then, what were you running from?” Sam asked.

“Well, I told you, the trial! All I know is one minute I'm at the bar, and the next, I get jumped, wake up in a damn courtroom.”

“Courtroom?” Dean asked.

“Well, no. There was a judge. Everything was crazy. It was in a barn.”

“At the apple farm?” Sam asked.

“Yeah.”

“And this bar where you were grabbed?”

“Neal's Tavern.”

Sam turned to his companions. “Same place Matthew Hammond went before his car accident. Think maybe dog guy went there, too?” He turned back to Warren. “Is there anything else you can tell us?”

“You believe me? Who the hell are you?”

“We kind of specialize in crazy. So, uh, this judge, he got a name?”

“No. But there was these weird symbols.”

“Symbols? Do you remember any of them? Can you draw them?” Sam handed him a piece of paper and a pencil.

“Excuse us a sec,” Dean got up. “Can I talk to you two?”

Sam and Liam followed him outside. “What is it?” Sam asked.

Dean looked at them. “How about a drunk driver, Michael Vick, a murderer? When did our black and white case turn to mud? I'm just saying I'm having a hard time not rooting for the ghosts on this one.”

Sam shook his head. “No, you said it yourself it's not on us to judge.”

“Yeah, except that that's complete crap. Everybody judges all day long. Look, I'm just supposed to ignore what that guy did?”

“We've shot people, Dean, more than two,” Sam pointed out.

“Yeah, you know what? When those ghosts come to kick my ass, they've got a compelling case.”

“What about me?” Liam asked. “I’ve done some pretty crappy things. I’ve killed hunters. What do you think should happen to me?”

Dean sighed. “I don’t know.”

Liam’s eyebrows raised. “You don’t know?”

Sam got between them. “Well, look. I'm gonna go out, I'm gonna go try and find that barn. You coming?”

“I'm gonna check the bar,” Dean answered.

“To work or drink?” Sam asked.

“I haven't decided.” He started to walk away and Liam stared to follow. “Stay with Sam on this one,” Dean called back.

Liam sighed and they went back inside. “What's going on? Where'd he go?” Warren asked.

“He, uh... Everything's fine. Look, let's go back to that farm,” Sam motioned for him to get up and follow.

“Oh, no. No, I'm not going back.”

Sam sighed. “Warren, we need your help finding that barn.”

“It's red, it stands out. I'm not going back. They're out there.”

“Who?” Liam asked.

“The people I killed. I just, no!”

“You're safer with us than not,” Sam pointed out.

“No.”

“Okay, fine,” Sam sighed and made a salt circle around the chair Warren was sitting in. “I need you to stay inside this circle until we get back, okay? It'll protect you.”

“How?”

“Just trust me, okay? I'm trying to help.” He turned on the TV and handed Warren the remote. “Stay put.”

Liam took the paper with the symbols on it and looked at them. His eyes flashed red. “Osiris,” he said to Sam as they walked out the door.

“You’re sure?” Sam asked.

“This is my first family here, so yeah. The guy has got serious dead daddy issues.”

“Who killed his dad?”

“I did, and I was never punished for it.”

Sam nodded. “Okay, so, he gets his rocks off seeing that other people are punished for their crimes? That actually makes sense. Since you killed his father I’m guessing you know how to kill him.”

“Ram’s horn through the heart, chop him up and scatter the pieces for good measure.”

“Okay then. Why don’t you go find a ram’s horn while I check out the barn?”

“Fair enough,” Astiratu nodded.

Once he found a ram’s horn to borrow from a Jewish temple Astiratu walked to the bar to check on Dean. A woman was outside on a phone that looked very familiar. “Oh, well, I just, I picked this off the ground, where I've been standing for ten minutes listening to it ring. Is this Dean's phone?” That got Astiratu’s attention. “He was supposed to meet me here.”

“Excuse me,” Astiratu got her attention. “You were supposed to meet a guy named Dean here? Brown hair, green eyes, kinda tall, leather jacket?”

“Yeah, why? Who are you?”

“Nobody of import I guess,” Astiratu took a deep steadying breath and walked away.

Sam met the woman outside the bar and she handed over Dean’s phone. “Dean is a popular guy I guess,” she said.

“Why?” Sam asked.

“After I talked on the phone with you this blond guy with weird red eyes was asking about him. I asked him who he was, but he just said no one of import and walked away. He looked really upset though.”

Sam sighed. “Not good. Um, that was Dean’s boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend? But I thought… I didn’t know.”

“One problem at a time. Where exactly did you find the phone?”

“Over there,” she pointed to a spot on the sidewalk.

“Thanks,” Sam knelt down and found red dirt.

Sam rushed back to the barn and found Dean tied up at a table in an Egyptian looking courtroom. Osiris sat on a golden throne. “Quit squirming, Mr. Winchester. They're Houdini proof. Now, you want to talk charges, or...”

“I'd rather talk about your Bukowski schtick at the bar. What, you can't jump a guy when he's sober?”

“You and that waitress had quite a talk, huh? Get a couple drinks in you, and the guilt comes pouring out.”

“Oh, eavesdropping, that's cute.”

“Speaking of... You're gonna skulk all night, Sam?” Sam stepped inside the room. “Nice job finding us. I assume you figured out who I am, too?”

“A relative of yours figured that out.”

“Oh? And who might that be?”

“Me,” Astiratu stepped in the room in his true form.

Osiris glared. “Well, if it isn’t dear old Uncle Set. It’s good to see you. I do mean that because, you know, as repugnant as you are, your replacement was a bit of a let down.”

“So I hear. But hey, replacements usually suck, so no big surprise there. So um, these humans are under my protection. That means you should be a good little bitch and let them go.”

“I think not. I have a trial to run.”

Astiratu chuckled. “Arrogant just like your daddy.”

“Look who’s calling the kettle black.”

Astiratu took a step forward. “There’s a difference. Wanna know what that is?”

“Do tell.”

“I got the juice to back up my mouth. You don’t, and neither did your father. Horus, he thought it was all about the number of followers. He thought because he had thousands of humans kneeling at his altars and I did not that he could kick dirt at me. As you can see, he was wrong. I wasn’t even punished for it, and that really gets your goat, doesn’t it? I wasn’t punished for a damn thing I did until I started screwing with the humans. So what? Now you’re in the business of punishing the guilty because daddy’s murderer walked free?”

“You know nothing!” Osiris roared and stood, holding up a hand a strong breeze blew through the room.

Astiratu just stood there. “Well, that was underwhelming.” He stepped right up to Osiris and stared right into his eyes. “You are so preoccupied with guilt, ask the question you really want to ask. Do I feel even a tiny shred of remorse for killing your father?”

“Do you?”

“Nope,” Astiratu answered as he pulled the ram’s horn from behind his back and stabbed Osiris in the heart with it. “And I won’t feel bad about that either,” he smirked as Osiris turned black and fell dead. He pulled out a long silver knife and started hacking the body to pieces.

As soon as Dean was free of the chains he moved to get up and go help, but Sam pulled him back to whisper in his ear. “Before you approach him while he’s got something sharp, he met the girl you picked up at the bar.”

Dean’s face fell. “Shit,” he banged his head off the table. “Wait, if he was him, then Liam won’t remember.”

“Oh, he will,” Astiratu turned around and glared at Dean. “I’ll make sure of that.” He stuffed the pieces into a bag. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got pieces of a body to disperse.”

“Where is your body?” Dean asked.

“Aw, you act like you care.”

“You know I do damn it! Astiratu, please… I was drunk and not thinking straight. For a moment I wanted things to be like they were before I met you.”

“Well, wish granted,” Astiratu picked up the bag and disappeared.

Dean punched the table and hissed at the pain. Sam shook his head. “You have any idea how big of an idiot you were? You’re going to have to buy out a flower shop, a candy store, and a liquor store to have a snowball’s chance in hell of getting him to forgive you.”

Dean grabbed Sam’s arm and dragged him out. “Don’t just sit there yammering. Maybe his body is back at the motel.”

All they found at the motel was Warren’s body being taken out of the hallway. Liam’s stuff was gone. Dean went down to talk to the guy at the desk. He saw Liam leave while crying. Dean went back to the room and curled up in a fetal position on the bed. “You know there’s no way in hell we can track him, right?”

Sam sighed. “Well, after four years, what do you know about his habits?”

“I know he likes nicer hotels that offer free breakfast. He has a tendency to use Irish last names. That’s all I got. There’s no rhyme or reason to the rest of his travel habits. He told me when he was a vampire and needed to find a new place to go he closed his eyes and threw a dart at a big map.”

Sam sat at the desk. “Well, winter is coming up, and he doesn’t like the cold.”

“Great, so you’ve narrowed it down to the southern half of the country.”

“Look. It’s getting late, so he’s probably still here somewhere. Let me go look for him.”

Sam grabbed the keys to the Impala and went searching. He found Liam on a park bench of all things crying his eyes out. “Hey,” Sam walked up to him. “What the hell are you doing out here?”

“Go away!” Liam shouted. “I don’t want to see you either.”

“Just please listen,” Sam sat down on the other side of the bench. “Dean was an idiot, there’s no denying that. But I just think he’s going through something. He’s been acting a little weird since we let Amy go.”

“So, I should just forget all about what he did and go running back into his arms?” Liam sniffed.

“By all means be mad at him. Just, please come back with me and let him plead his case. Maybe you could give him another chance. If you’ll remember I cheated on Natalie and she gave me another chance. I haven’t been stupid enough to repeat that mistake.”

“Exactly how many chances am I supposed to give him? He’s hurt me over and over, and I just can’t. I’m done, Sam.”

Sam patted him on the shoulder. “At least let me take you to a bus station or another hotel. I still consider you a friend, and as your friend, I don’t want to see you sit out here all night and freeze.”

Liam nodded. “Yeah, I still consider you my friend too. Take me to the bus station I guess. I’m gonna go back to Memphis to get my stuff, then I’m gonna go stay with Ethan. I called him, and he’s still single and wants to see me, so...”

“Alright,” Sam nodded. “Let’s go then.”

Sam dropped Liam at the bus station and then returned to the motel. Dean hadn’t moved and it was easy to tell he’d been crying as well. “Well?” Dean looked up.

“Found him at the park of all places. Dean, he said he’s done with you, but he told me where he’s going.” Dean started sobbing. “No, Dean, that’s good, right? If he didn’t want you to chase after him he’d have just faded into the wind.”

“So, where’s he going?”

“Home to get his stuff, then to Chicago to stay with that Ethan guy he met there.”

“That’s comforting,” Dean said sarcastically. “We know the first name of a guy in a big city.”

“We also know he’s a cop. Dean, we’ve done more with less and he knows it. Or maybe it was a Freudian slip. Either way, don’t count yourself out just yet. I will say we should give him some time though. You screwed up bad.”

Sam called Natalie to fill her in and tell her to expect Liam. She called him back after Liam left. Sam sat on the bed where Dean still lay. “Natalie read his mind. He wants a grand gesture from you. Then he might forgive you.”

Dean looked up at his brother. “I don’t even know what I would do.”

“We’ll think of something,” Sam assured him. “Point is, all hope is not lost. Hey, wait, he likes Disney princess movies, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah. What’s your point?”

“Well, you could do something a Disney prince would do.”

They waited two weeks, all the while Sam had to make Dean take care of himself. Then with a little computer work Sam tracked Ethan down. Dean went to go knock on his door one Sunday afternoon and Ethan answered. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah, I’m here for Liam.”

Ethan stared at him. “Are you Dean, the idiot he dumped because you cheated on him with a woman?”

“You know what, guilty as charged, but I think I should at least get to talk to him face to face, if for nothing else but for a little closure.”

“Sorry, your loss is my gain. You’re just a pathetic jerk who doesn’t know a good thing when he has it.”

“Who is it, hun?” Liam came to the door. Then he saw Dean. “Oh,” he looked surprised.

“Yeah, it’s me, and you know what?” he looked back to Ethan. “How’s about I fight you for him?”

Ethan snorted. “That’s just stupid. He doesn’t want you anymore, dickhead.”

Dean punched Ethan in the stomach as hard as he could. Ethan yanked Dean into the apartment and the two started swinging at each other. Liam watched as they pummeled each other, Ethan clearly winning. Ethan had Dean on the floor and was about to deliver a winning blow when Liam pulled him back. “Enough!” he shouted. “Ethan, can you please give us a little privacy?”

Ethan relaxed his fist and stood back, breathing heavily. “Sure. I’ll just be in the bathroom.”

Liam went into the kitchen area to get a towel and wet it in the sink before kneeling beside Dean on the floor and cleaning up his bloody face. “Anyone ever tell you you’re an idiot?”

Dean looked up at him. “You tell me all the time. Look I’m just, I’m trying to win you back here.”

“I know, but don’t you think you burned that bridge?”

“I lit it on fire being stupid, but I don’t think it completely burned all the way.” He reached up to stroke Liam’s cheek. “I still love you more than anything. Do you still love me?”

“Yeah, but Dean, how can I believe you? You’ve proven beyond a reasonable doubt you’d rather be straight.”

“Liam, what can I do here? I mean, I just got myself beaten up for you. I charged in like a prince in those movies you like.”

“Okay, so you remembered I like Disney Princess movies. That doesn’t magically change what you did.”

“I know. Liam, I’ll do any damn thing you want right now. I have been so completely miserable without you. You’re the catch of the century, and I lost sight of that for like a minute and did something so completely stupid. I’m prone to idiocy, especially when I’m upset about something.”

“And what’s got you upset?”

“What I did to Sam, killing Amy behind his back. I feel guilty as hell.”

“So, instead of talking to me about it when we had a private moment you decide to go sleep with some random bar maid behind my back. Oh, that makes perfect sense.”

“I feel even more guilty about that. Liam, please. Tomorrow is your birthday. Spend it with me. I’ll even find some place fancy to take you again if that’s what you want. I’ll find you a golden throne and worship at your feet. I’ll… Seriously, anything you want.”

Liam leaned down to kiss his forehead. “I want you to earn my trust back.”

“Yeah, okay,” Dean nodded. “I can do that. Just tell me what to do.”

“It won’t be easy, and you probably won’t get sex from me for a long time.”

“I understand, and I’m okay with that.”

“Okay. Let me go break the news to Ethan. Oh, and you are taking me to a fancy French restaurant tomorrow night for my birthday. Then to the movie of my choice. Also, I want a cake damn it, with candles and the song, and all of it.”

“Yes, Sir,” Dean smiled at him. “I said whatever you want and I meant it.”

Liam got up and went to the bathroom. “You’re seriously taking him back?” Ethan sounded angry as he came back out to the living room.”

Liam followed with a frown. “Please don’t be mad. You’re a really great guy, that’s why I came to you, but Ethan, I still love Dean. It’s crazy, I know, but he tracked me down and came here and tried to beat you up for me. I just, I don’t want to throw away the last four years of my life, you know?”

“You’re right, it’s crazy,” Ethan huffed. “He cheated on you with a woman!”

“I know, and if he ever does it again you’ll be arresting me for murder. I just, I’m sorry Ethan. I really do like you, but love kinda trumps like.”

“Whatever, just go.”

Liam looked to Dean who seemed pretty happy. “Let me pack my stuff.”

He went around the apartment and gathered up everything that was his, coming out of the bedroom with two bags. Dean walked down with him out to the Impala in the parking lot where Sam was waiting. “Hey, there’s our hobbit,” Sam smiled.

Liam chuckled as he got in the back seat. “You know, I actually missed that nickname. And Dean, I wasn’t kidding earlier. Ethan really is a great guy, and I just left him for you, so if you screw up like that again I will murder you.”

“I don’t plan on it. Can I at least come back there and snuggle you?”

“That you can do.”

Dean climbed into the backseat and leaned up against him. “Just tell Sam which hotel you want to go to.”

“Even if it’s kind of expensive?”

“This is whatever you want day.”

“Okay. I want to go to the Sheraton.” Liam gave Sam the address and he drove there.

“Holy crap,” Sam said as he parked.

“Let me go in and see what I can get us,” Liam said as he climbed out. He went into the lobby up to the front desk and straight to a dark haired man. “Hey, David!” he smiled at the man. “Listen, I know I’m supposed to call ahead, but um, tomorrow is my birthday and I kind of found myself here. I need two king rooms. What can you do for me?”

“Hey Liam!” David smiled back. “Well, happy birthday! Um, let me see here,” he started typing into his computer. “You’re in luck, I’ve only got two king rooms left. They are superior king suites, but let me tell you what I’m going to do. Because it’s your birthday tomorrow and you’re you, I’m going to give them to you at a deal we’re running for basic king suites at one hundred thirty three per night per room. Sound good? And hell, I’ll even throw in a complimentary massage at the spa tomorrow for a birthday present.”

“Sounds super. Where do I sign?”

“One second, let me type you into the system here.” He printed a paper out. “Sign this, give me your debit card, and you’re golden.” Liam signed the paper and handed over his card which David typed into the system and handed back. “Okay, here are your room keys. Enjoy your your stay!”

Liam took the keys. “Thanks, David, I’m sure I will. You’re too good to me.” He went back out to the Impala. “Okay, boys, grab your bags and let’s go.” He handed Sam his room key.

“Separate rooms?” Sam looked a little surprised. “And not close together.”

“Sorry, only two rooms they had left. And um, I want birthday sex to go along with my cake. He did tell you I want the whole nine yards, right?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded.

Dean grabbed his bag. “Birthday sex with who?”

“You of course. Unlike some people, I don’t cheat. I know what I said earlier, but it’s my birthday and I want laid. After that you’re cut off until I’m done being mad.”

“Okay then,” Dean nodded. Sam glanced at his brother. Dean shot him a look back. “Sammy, don’t ruin this for me. I know he’s being a bit demanding, but honestly, after what I did and coming back he’s earned it. In the past four years he’s never asked for much. I think we can give him one birthday where he’s treated like royalty.”

“Okay,” Sam sighed. “Just as long as he understands this isn’t a permanent thing.”

“I’ll talk to him. We both know he’s not unreasonable.”

They reached the elevator and each pushed for their floor. “Okay, Sam,” Liam turned to him. “Tonight we’re going for dinner at the steak house here at six. We’ll meet you at your room since you’re on the lower floor. Tomorrow night you’re on your own because Dean and I are going to my favorite French restaurant. Oh, feel free to enjoy yourself too. Don’t worry about the cost of stuff because they have my card on file. I really don’t mind if you want to go to the spa or something. Order room service, just all out treat yourself. Everyone deserves to be pampered once in a while.”

“Even me?” Dean asked.

“I’m mad at you right now, I mean really pissed, but yes.”

Dean leaned in to kiss him. “You are awesome.”
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