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Hunting Humanity VII	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Everyone sat in the sitting room, Sam glancing up at the clock. “Wow, this is nerve wracking,” he commented as one hand went to rub Natalie’s belly. “I really want to thank you for doing this. The whole thing is really fucked up, I know, and you’ve been so understanding and helpful.”

Natalie gave him a small smile and touched his cheek. “Well, from the moment I first kissed you I knew life was going to get messy. I didn’t really expect this level of screwed up, but… I know none of this is Nathan’s fault, and I know you try your hardest to be a good father. From what you’ve told me you didn’t exactly have the best example to follow, but I think you’re doing fine.”

Sam kissed her. “Thanks for that. Even though I was in a mind altered state when Nathan was conceived I do feel responsible for him, just like John and the new little one, and I really think this will be the best thing.”

The doorbell rang, and Sam got up to answer it. Standing at the door was an older woman in a blue skirt and jacket with a white shirt. Her silver hair was up in a bun and she wore glasses. “Hello, Mr. Winchester?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” Sam nodded. “Come in.”

The woman walked inside and everyone stood to meet her. “Wow, quite the crowd to see little old me,” she commented.

“Uh, yeah, this beautiful lady is my wife, Natalie,” Sam introduced her. “And then there’s my older brother, Dean, and the blond guy is his boyfriend, Liam. They live with us, so, you know, free live in child care. The lady I talked to from the courthouse said you would want to meet everyone in the household.”

The woman nodded. “I certainly do, and I will be talking with each of you. Oh, forgive me, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Miranda Nelson, obviously from Child Services. You can call me Miranda.” She looked around to take stock of the place. “This is certainly a lovely home you have here. Can we start with a tour?”

“Sure,” Sam motioned to her to follow him. “This is actually my wife’s family home. Her father lives here too, but he’s a very busy college professor and not around that much. When he is home he spends a lot of time in his study grading papers and stuff. He would’ve been here, but he had a class to teach.”

“I see. You have quite a full house then. Close knit family I take it?”

Sam nodded. “Very. Growing up I was always taught family comes first. My brother, he always looked out for me when we were kids, so when he lost his job and he and Liam had nowhere to go I asked Natalie if they could live with us, and she was cool with it.”

Miranda started poking around the kitchen, looking in the fridge and stuff. “And your brother and his boyfriend still do not work?”

Sam sighed. “No, they don’t. Natalie hasn’t really pushed the issue, just asks them to help out around the house, which they do without complaint. When our son John was born it was actually kind of funny when we brought him home from the hospital. We had to work out a schedule for who was going to take care of him when so we didn’t fight over it.”

Miranda raised an eyebrow at him. “You didn’t want to care for your newborn child?”

“Oh, no, quite the opposite. The poor kid had to learn to sleep while being held. He was like the shiny new toy everyone wanted to play with. They were a tremendous help. Well, they still are. Once a week they watch John, and Nathan when he’s here, so Natalie and I can have a date night. Like I said, free live in child care any time we need. And John loves his uncles, and they love him.”

“Well, I’ve seen enough of the downstairs, how about upstairs? Does Nathan have his own bedroom while he is here?”

Sam nodded. “For now, yes.”

“For now?”

“Yeah, well, like you’ve already observed we have a full house, and we’re expecting another child in November. We just found out we’re having a girl this time, so we were thinking John and Nathan would share a room.”

“I see. Can I see the childrens’ rooms?”

“Of course,” Sam showed her John’s room first, then the one they had set up for Nathan.”

“Alright, is there a good place where I can interview everyone in the household?”

“Um, the library would probably work.”

One by one she took everyone into the library and asked her questions. Liam sat in front of her last. She made a few notes. “So, your relationship to the family is that you’re Dean’s significant other?”

“Yes,” Liam nodded. “It’s pretty awesome how they just all kind of adopted me into their family.”

“And you watch the children sometimes?”

“Yes. If Sam and Natalie are busy, or they just want a break, Dean and or I are happy to take them for a bit.”

“Do you follow Sam and Natalie’s wishes regarding the children?”

“Yeah, of course. They’re the parents, so… You probably saw my soda stash in the kitchen. I’m a soda addict, but Sam and Natalie want to limit the kids’ sugar intake, so John is only allowed one cup of soda a day.”

“And Nathan, how much soda is he allowed?”

“None. They feel he’s too young. He gets two cups of fruit juice a day, like John, and after that it’s water or milk. If either boy gets hungry there is organic fruit in fridge. Since Nathan doesn’t have all his teeth yet he can only have soft fruits that need to be chopped up into tiny bits so he doesn’t choke.”

She wrote in her notes. “Very good. Would you mind telling me a little about yourself?”

Liam shrugged. “Not that much to tell. My mother died giving birth to me. My father decided it was my fault, and he abused and neglected me until he accidentally drowned when I was sixteen. My older brother took me, and he died from a stroke when I was eighteen. I worked odd jobs. I lived with an older man until he died of a heart attack. Then I met Dean, and they became my family.”

“So, you were an abused child?”

“Yeah, and I don’t like to talk about it really, and you probably don’t wanna know anyway. Let’s leave it at most people are upset when their father dies. Me, I threw a frigging party and literally spit on his grave.”

“I see. And have you noticed that you have any tendencies toward violent behavior yourself?”

Liam huffed. “Look, lady, I know it’s your job to determine which home is the best environment for Nathan, but don’t go implying that because my daddy liked to vent his frustrations by taking an iron fire poker to me I would harm a child. Sure, I have my issues, but I am not my father. The only thing I beat up are the wooden dummies Natalie put in a field out back for me. I didn’t deserve that shit, and John and Nathan sure as hell don’t either. I mean, I’ve taken a hammer to a tube of crescent rolls, but the stupid thing wouldn’t open. Point is, I’m generally a very passive person, but when I do get violent it’s always an inanimate object on the receiving end of my wrath. Like, painting a little face on soda cans and taking them out back and pretending they’re my father as I shoot them is very cathartic.”

“Note taken. I guess that means you have guns in the home.”

“Yeah, there are some in the shed, which the kids aren’t allowed in by themselves, and if they come in the house they go in a lock box which is kept in the linen closet upstairs top shelf. Obviously no one wants an accident. John is old enough that he’s been taught a little bit of gun safety. Basically, at this point he’s been taught to stay away from them, they’re strictly a grown up toy.”

“So, you do take precautions with the firearms?”

“Of course. Sam, Dean, and I have all been around firearms since we were young teens. Their dad liked to take them hunting, and a neighbor we had when I was growing up used to take me hunting. Their dad was actually killed in a hunting accident shortly after I met them, so, yeah, we’re not stupid.”

“Alright, let’s talk about Sam and Becky now. How do you view their relationship?”

“Oh, Sam hates Becky’s guts. It’s kind of a delicate situation. He probably told you when you talked to him, she slipped him a date rape drug. I mean, people are always concerned about men doing that women, but here we have the opposite situation. We went to Vegas to have a little fun, and he disappeared on us and woke up three days later tied to the bed in her parents’ fishing cabin. He has no memory of any of it.”

“And you didn’t get the police involved?”

“When he disappeared we were about to when he called Dean sounding really out of it. We decided to do a little detective work ourselves to track him down. You know, anyone can track a phone using GPS now. Kinda scary if you think about it. Then we found him tied to the bed, and he was hung over, but otherwise all right. He just wanted us to untie him and get him out of there. She must’ve got his phone number at some point though because she called him about two months later to say she was pregnant. Obviously when Nathan was born he requested a DNA paternity test to be sure. Nathan is his, which means she did have sex with him when he was in a mind altered state, and he hates her for that.”

“Do you think he is requesting sole custody of Nathan just to get back at her?”

“I know he’s not. The conversations I have witnessed, he is genuinely concerned about the kid. The fact she’s even fighting this at all is a bit surprising, but who the hell can really tell with Becky. The woman makes me look sane, and that’s saying something.”

“How so?”

“Well, when we found Sam tied up and then untied him, she had left, but came back before we could leave. He confronted her. She said some stuff about just wanting to be loved. She also mentioned wanting a good man to show off at her high school reunion. I’m not really sure how she thought that was going to work. Honestly, I really don’t think she put much sane thought into anything. I did notice at the time the three days Sam went missing were circled on her calendar. I didn’t think much of it until we found out she was pregnant. I suspected the pregnancy may have been on purpose, and I said something to Sam. We went to see her and he confronted her about that. She didn’t outright say yes or no, but she did say she wanted a happy little family, which implies the pregnancy on purpose.”

“I see, so it is your opinion that Becky is mentally unstable?”

“Big time, and we all think that. When Nathan was born she would call at all hours asking Sam stuff. He said she often mentioned how hard being a single mother was, and she was really sweet when Sam would go pick Nathan up for visitation. Then after a few months she randomly turned bitch. We were noticing signs that Nathan wasn’t being cared for that well. A couple of times Sam brought him home and none of the clothes she sent were clean. Three times now he’s had a really bad case of diaper rash that didn’t look like it had been treated at all for a while. We’ve noticed he’s a little lacking in verbal communication for a kid his age. Sam had him to the pediatrician who was of the impression he’s just not being stimulated enough. A lot of things are pissing Sam off. I mean, Nathan’s conception was under undesirable circumstances, but we all agree that’s not Nathan’s fault. Sam still cares about him, and we feel he deserves to be well taken care of. From what we can tell, to Becky the kid was only a pawn to be used in some twisted game. We think when she turned bitch it was because she finally realized she’s not going to get what she wants.”

“What do you think she wants?”

“Like she said when we confronted her, a happy little family. It should also be noted that she’s a huge fan of this Supernatural book series. Sam and Dean are friends of the author, and he used them as his main characters to write these books based on weird dreams of his. Sam ended up being Becky’s favorite character from the books. We actually met her when she was dating Chuck, the author. She saw Sam in person the first time and her hands went right to his chest to feel him up. It was really awkward. I mean, I really get into a good book series too, but I can tell the difference between the book fantasy world and reality. Like I loved Harry Potter, and at the end I really started liking Snape, but if I saw a person that looked like him I wouldn’t drug and rape the poor guy. I prefer men to be willing.”

“Have you witnessed any interaction between Becky and Sam?”

“Yes. I have gone with Sam a few times to pick Nathan up or drop him off. I’ve also been in the room during phone calls. Because I know where you’re going with this, like I said, for the first like four months she was sweet and everything went smoothly. Then she turned bitch, and best case scenario they are very curt with one another. They do argue.”

“In front of the child?”

“Unfortunately, yes. I mean, they don’t scream usually, but things can get tense and very awkward for me if I’m in the room.”

“What about when Becky is not around? Does Sam bad mouth her in front of Nathan?”

“Um, he tries not to. When Nathan was just little the rule was to discuss her as little as possible when he was in the room and awake. He may not have been able to understand words, but babies can sense vibes. He wanted calm and happy vibes around the baby. It didn’t help when she would call and start an argument. Once in a while he slips and calls her the bitch in front of Nathan, but nobody’s perfect, right?”

“Alright then. I think that concludes our interview. It was nice meeting you, Liam,” she held her hand out.

He shook her hand with a little smile. “No problem.”

They came out of the library and Miranda said goodbye to them all and left. “How’d it go?” Sam asked Liam.

“Um…” Liam bit his lip. “She might be under the impression I’m a liability.”

“Why?”

“You said to tell the truth except for the hunting monsters stuff and the ex vampire stuff. So, when she wanted to know about me I did tell her my father was an abusive son of a bitch. She proceeded to ask me if I had any violent tendencies. I mean, I told her flat out I shoot empty soda cans and pretend they’re my father and I went postal on a tube of dough once, but I don’t hit anything living. That was a lie because I beat the crap out of monsters and demons, but… You guys know I would never hurt the kids.”

“Yeah, we know that,” Sam nodded. “You’re really good with little kids. Going postal on a tube of dough was probably overkill, but you are not your father.”

“That’s what I said,” Liam plopped in a chair. “Now Miranda inspects Becky’s home. Let’s hope the bitch keeps her mouth shut about the hunting stuff.”

Sam sighed. “She probably won’t, but hopefully that will just make her look as crazy as she is.”

Liam shrugged. “Well, if she doesn’t, I did happen to work it into the conversation that she’s a huge fan of this book series, and she seems to somehow think you’re her favorite character from the books.”

Dean chuckled. “That was smart. The more unstable that bitch looks the better. We all did stick to the official story about employment, right? I was a mechanic that got laid off, Sammy was in law school when he met Natalie and fell head over heels… We all live here like bums.”

“I did, yeah,” Natalie nodded. “She was asking me why I let you and Liam live here for free. I said because you’re family and I was raised never to turn my back on family. I wasn’t lying. I just couldn’t add that what you do for people is a giant bonus.”

Dean and Liam went up to their room to watch some TV before bed. Dean turned to the blond, moving his hand to touch his neck and slide down to the blond’s chest. “Are you still with me?”

Liam blinked. “What do you mean?”

“All that crap you were saying before. You thought we were a mistake because we don’t really have common interests and all that. I want to know where I stand here.”

Liam shrugged. “I haven’t really decided anything yet. But, thing is, do you even really like what we’re watching right now?”

“This crime drama? Not really. I just watch whatever you want because I like sitting here quietly with you. It doesn’t bother me that we like different stuff. It’s not like your interests repulse me or anything.”

“Maybe, but what do we do together? What do we talk about? Everything I like doing you don’t. You say it doesn’t bother you, you’ll say you do anything I want to make me happy. But what about ten years from now? Will you eventually start resenting me?”

“No,” Dean shook his head. “It’s not like I have this idealized image of you. I know you.”

“So, if I want you to go to a fancy restaurant with me once a week?”

“That I might have to protest. I could compromise at like once a month.”

“There’s a Bon Jovi concert coming up in two months. I want to go. What do you say to that?”

Dean shrugged. “Bon Jovi is cool. I don’t even mind the love songs anymore. I used to dislike them, but being in love kinda changed that. You’ll have to buy the tickets, but as long as we’re not working a case, sure, I’ll happily go with you.” Liam sighed and let his head fall back. “What? I thought we just found something we had in common.”

Liam looked up at him. “The case part. This is what I’m getting a little sick of. Normal people get to work jobs and have days off where they can plan stuff. Don’t get me wrong, we missed you like crazy, but while you were gone and I was living here like a bum, I got an actual birthday party. It wasn’t anything fancy, but I got Natalie’s lasagna and cake. Then we had this big birthday party for John. After that came Christmas. It was like the first one we had here with a tree and presents for John. Which, if he asks, Santa Clause is totally real by the way. Natalie had a birthday, and shortly before you came back was Sam’s birthday. In between I went out for dinners and movies, and like I told you, a concert. Now I’m just asking for one little concert, and you say maybe if we’re not working a case.”

“I’m sorry,” Dean stroked Liam’s cheek with the back of his hand. “The life has its drawbacks, but what we do, it’s important. We keep people from dying. And the demon tablet, if we can seriously close the gates of hell forever, think what that would do. We put things on hold for the moment because this custody thing is very important to Sam. I don’t disagree that the poor kid should be taken from Becky. Just from what she did to Sam alone and getting pregnant on purpose, the woman is off her rocker.”

“What about stuff that is important to me? I mean, yeah, the welfare of a child definitely trumps a concert, but… I finally have a real life, and it’s important to me to enjoy a little of it once in a while at least. I want to have Christmas with a family that gives a crap about me. I want to celebrate my birthday. Birthdays actually mean something again. I’m getting older and aging. I went the first sixteen years of my life being treated like some god awful plague. To my dad my birthday was the anniversary of his wife’s death, and I...” A tear slid down his cheek.

Dean wiped the tear away with his thumb. “I know, he went at you extra hard on your birthday. But then your brother killed him, which he rightfully deserved. Things got better then, didn’t they?”

“Well, I wasn’t getting hit, that was a marked improvement. Evan’s bitch of a wife always went out of her way to ruin things for me though. Like, back in my time, birthday cakes were only for wealthy people. I think I told you my brother was a doctor, so he had some money. Doctors then weren’t paid at nearly the scale that they are now, but they weren’t struggling. For my seventeenth birthday Evan decided to celebrate my birthday big time by scraping together the money for a cake. He felt I deserved it. Patricia, on the other hand, set the cake on the edge of the table and ‘accidentally’ bumped into the table hard enough to knock the cake to the floor. She called it an act of God against a filthy sodomite.”

“That bitch,” Dean shook his head. “How could someone like your brother marry someone like her?”

“I don’t know. Maybe partly lack of choice. He delayed the courting part of life a little because of me. And she was decent to me before she found out I was homosexual. That was her big problem, and it wasn’t like it is today where it’s accepted by a lot of people. Back in the age of Puritan values my brother would’ve been the odd and immoral one for defending me in the eyes of society. It’s a small miracle the woman kept my secret. Of course, my brother made it quite clear that if she didn’t he’d dump her ass. I guess she found it worth keeping her trap shut to remain the doctor’s wife. I mean, back then a woman’s worth was determined by the worth of her husband. There were a lot of fucked up societal rules that I’m glad modern developed countries have gotten away from.”

“You and me both,” Dean leaned to kiss Liam’s cheek. “Look, I hear what you’re saying, and I understand it. You think maybe we could work out a compromise? Maybe you keep hunting with me, and we dial it back some. Going to that concert is important to you, so go ahead and buy the tickets. We will try very hard to go. The tablet takes precedence at the moment, but unless we catch a major break that needs to be acted on quickly, or a case takes way longer than we thought, I would be happy to go with you.”

“And you’re sure you’re not gonna resent me later?”

“For wanting a little happiness when you’ve never had any? Hell no. I just ask that you work with me. I need Sam to work with me too. I get that his life is changing, but to want to quit completely?”

“Yeah, his wife and his kids are important to him. He told me what it was like for you two growing up. Your dad would try to at least spend Christmas with you, but that didn’t always happen. The job took precedence. He doesn’t want to do that to his kids, and can you blame him?”

Dean sighed. “I guess not. You really can’t blame a guy who just wants to be a good father. I don’t know, maybe we can work something out. I kinda don’t want those kids to have the same childhood we had either, though having a mother and a permanent home is a big step up. Let’s just get some sleep for now. Just keep in mind that I really love you, okay?”

“I love you too,” Liam kissed him softly and they settled in for the night cuddled together.
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