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Hunting Humanity IX	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Liam went out to the driveway with two cups of coffee in hand and found Dean working on his car. “You’re up early. I brought you some coffee.” He handed out one of the cups.

Dean put down the rag he was holding and took the coffee, taking a sip and making a face. “What is this, cinnamon?”

“I put Cinnabon creamer in it.” Liam leaned against the car. “Either drink it my way and stop complaining, or quit getting out of bed before I get up.”

Dean took another sip. “I take it you don’t like waking up alone.”

“Not wanting to wake up alone is one of the reasons I don’t go to bed alone.”

Dean kissed his cheek. “Sorry, I just woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep. Thanks for the, uh, what you call coffee.”

Liam gave him a soft smile. “You’re welcome. Any particular thing keeping you awake? I thought I was your teddy bear and helped you sleep.”

“You do, most of the time. I slept great until I woke up. But to be honest, we haven’t been working much lately. I mean, Sam is getting family time, and I can see he enjoys it. I’m happy for him, really I am. And you, you seem very content to play the doting uncle who is free child care when the parents want some alone time.”

“I didn’t have a normal existence until I found this place and this family. I enjoy it while I can.”

“And that’s good. It charges your batteries so you can then run off and hunt with me. Believe me, your willingness to do that is one of the main reasons why we work. I’m grateful for that. But the whole family life in a big house on the outskirts of a city just isn’t me.”

“I know,” Liam leaned against Dean.

Sam came out munching on a piece of toast. “So, any leads on the scanner or the interweb?” Dean asked, looking hopeful.

Sam shook his head. “Nothing. Not even a cat up a tree. Sorry.”

“Hey, you two feel like taking a detour to Connecticut?”

Liam raised an eyebrow at that. “Any particular reason?”

Dean took a phone out of his pocket and showed it to them. “Found it while I was dustbusting.”

“One of ours?” Sam asked.

“It’s one of Bobby’s. And, in total, twenty seven messages. The only one that counts is from two days ago. Apparently Bobby’s been named a beneficiary in Bunny LaCroix’s will.”

“Who?” Sam didn’t recognize the name.

“Attorney said she’s an heiress, and Bobby’s presence or next of kin is being requested in New Canaan. I figured we qualify.”

“How did Bobby know an heiress?”

“Bobby had secrets, man. Like loving on Tori Spelling. If he only knew Dean cheated on her. Anyway, road trip? Who knows, maybe Bobby earned us some beer money.”

“Okay,” Sam gave a little nod. “I’m intrigued. I just have to go talk to Natalie about it, see if she can get the nanny to come on short notice.”

“How are things going in that department anyway?”

“Pretty good I think. She didn’t like not hearing from me for over a month, but when she found out why… Honestly, after all that time apart, all the time we’re spending together now means we get to discover each other again. It’s good.”

“That’s great, man. You know I don’t like tearing you away, but-”

“But you’re going stir crazy,” Sam finished the sentence with an understanding look before he went inside.

Liam looked over to Dean. “You think we’d get along better if we spent a while apart?”

“No,” Dean answered quickly.

“How do you know? It’s working for Sam and Natalie.”

Dean pressed against Liam, pinning him to the car and stroking his cheek. “That’s them. Like I said just a few minutes ago, we work. The times we have been apart for whatever reason I missed you too much to focus.”

Liam smiled and leaned up to plant a tender kiss on Dean’s lips. “Funny how things tend to work out.”

After a very long drive they pulled into the driveway of a large mansion and parked by some very expensive cars. Sam got out of the car and looked around. “Wow. Think we’re a little underdressed? I mean the Fed threads are in the trunk.”

Dean snorted. “You kidding me? For once, we don’t have to wear suits.” He started leading them toward the door. “You’re lucky my waist band’s not elastic.”

“You look nice in a suit,” Liam commented.

“So do you, but I don’t think you enjoy wearing them any more than I do.” He rang the doorbell.

A maid answered the door. “May I help you?”

“I’m Sam Winchester,” Sam spoke up. “This is Dean Winchester and Liam Quinn. We’re here on behalf of Bobby Singer. “

“Mr. Singer won’t be coming?”

“No, he passed away,” Dean answered.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Uh, condolences for your loss too,” Sam gave her a sympathetic look.

“Thank you. Well, you just missed the funeral, but the family’s relaxing inside if you’d like to join.” She led them to where the family was gathered and cleared her throat. “Allow me to introduce Sam and Dean Winchester, and Liam Quinn.”

One of the women took notice of the name. “Sam and Dean Winchester of the Westchester Winchesters?”

Sam shook his head. “Uh no. I don’t think there’s any relation. Sorry.”

“No matter. You three are adorable. I’m Heddy, Bunny’s cousin, and this is my sister, Beverly.”

“Charmed I’m sure,” Beverly gave them a little smile.

Heddy motioned to a man playing pool behind them. “And that’s Bunny’s youngest brother Stanton. Stan for short. And his child bride Amber,” the last part seemed to leave a sour taste in her mouth.

“Come on in fellas, join the mourning,” Stanton looked up for a moment.

Heddy motioned to another young man. “And then there’s Dash. That’s the baby of the family. He’s Bunny’s great nephew; Harvard business.”

“How did you guys know Aunt Bunny?” Dash asked curiously.

“We uh, didn’t personally know her. Our surrogate dad, Bobby Singer did,” Sam answered.

Beverly looked puzzled. “Bobby? Never heard of him. But you can fill us in over the weekend.”

“The weekend?” Dean was a little surprised and confused.

“Didn’t the attorney tell you? Service was today and the reading of the will tomorrow,” Heddy informed them.

“Oh, but you’re welcome to spend the night,” Beverly gave them a bit of a hungry look.

“Okay,” Dean gave a little nod while taking a step toward Liam.

“Where’s Colette?” Amber asked.

“She quit,” the butler answered. “Poor dear was so distraught over Mrs. LaCroix’s passing. Went off to find herself.” He walked up to Sam, Dean, and Liam. “May I have a word with you in the hall in five minutes?” he spoke quietly.

“Sure,” Sam nodded.

Beverly was looking Sam over. “So Sam, tell me, do you work out?

Sam swallowed hard and didn’t answer. A few minutes later they slipped out into the hall as requested. “What are these people?” Dean was shaking his head.

“Very privileged,” Liam answered. “We had them back when I was young too.”

The butler approached them with a big envelope. “My apologies for being so oblique back there, but I’m doing you boys a favor. As you know, Mrs. LaCroix bequeathed something to your Mister Singer. But the reading of the will isn’t until tomorrow, and I would hate for you to have to stick around and be forced to, well, mingle with the family.”

Dean was a little bit offended. “Don’t worry Alfred, we know which one the shrimp fork is. Kind of.”

“Oh Mr. Winchester, if you’re implying that I don’t think you’re good enough, it’s quite the contrary. You’re far too good. The LaCroix family is… How shall I say this politely? Money grubbing leaches.”

Dean raised an eyebrow at that. “What are you talking about? I thought they were all loaded.”

“The recession hit every one of them, and I’m afraid it they knew what Bunny left you, those vultures would try to stake claim. And since the attorney kindly agreed to a hand off, you don’t have to be subjected to their scrutiny.” He handed Dean the envelope.

“Do you have any idea how Bunny and Bobby knew each other?” Sam asked, eager to know the answer.

“Not in the slightest. Um, now if there’s nothing else, shall I have Olivia show you out?”

“We got it. Thanks,” Dean dismissed him. When the butler was gone he pulled a jeweled cross on a chain out of the envelope. “Kind of fancy to leave a guy like Bobby.”

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Sam looked to his brother.

“If Bunny was banging Bobby, then maybe these rocks are real.”

“What are the chances of that?” Liam asked.

Dean put the cross back in the envelope. “You don’t know any more than we do. I mean, he had some kind of a thing with that professor who turned out to be a, well… Like I said before we came up here, he had secrets.”

Liam shook his head. “I may not have known Bobby for nearly as long as you two, but I’d say it’s more likely that he met Bunny on a case. That cross may mean something, but I see I’m outnumbered, so let’s go.”

They got into the car and found the nearest pawn shop. The owner took the cross to examine so he could determine how much it was worth. “I’m afraid you don’t have what you think you do, gentleman,” he shook his head after a minute. “This isn’t real.”

“What do you mean it’s not real?” Dean was shocked. “The old bag was rolling in it.”

“Well, looks like the old bag’s got a soft spot for fake rubies and cubic zirconium. This is interesting though.” He pulled the top of the cross off to show them “It’s a key.”

Sam looked to his companions. “A key to what?”

Dean grabbed the cross back. “There’s one way to find out.”

“So, who was right again?” Liam gloated on the way back to the car.

Dean shot him a little glare. “For the record, this is one of those times I hate it when you’re right.”

“I’m a little surprised at your behavior,” Liam said as he got into the car. “Especially you, Sam.”

Sam looked back at him. “Why is that?”

“Your wife is a millionaire. What do you need to pawn a piece of jewelry for?”

Sam sat back and let out a little sigh. “Liam, it’s not the same. Natalie’s money is hers. While, yes, technically since we’re married the law considers it my money too, we all know better. I can’t tell her what to do with it. I have that credit card, but it’s supposed to just be for necessities while we’re on the road. It would’ve been nice to have a pile of cash that was my own.”

“It’s kind of like with me and you,” Dean added. “We’re married, and you have some money. I stay out of your bank account because that’s yours. Sometimes I ask you for money, but the point is I ask.”

“And I usually give it to you.”

“But that’s not the point. It’s your money. I wanted some of my own too.”

Liam gave a little shrug. “I guess I see your point.”

When they got back to the mansion a police car was outside. They rang the doorbell and the butler answered. “Everything okay?” Dean asked.

“Not really,” the man motioned for them to come inside. “I presume you gentlemen left something behind. I’ll check the front closet for burlap.”

Dean shot him a glare. “I got news for you, Mr. Belvedere, the jacket’s canvas.”

The detective came over to them. “You three were here earlier?”

“Yeah, who wants to know?” Dean asked.

The detective flashed his badge. “Detective Howard. New Canaan PD. Congratulations boys, you’re now officially murder suspects.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Dean was surprised.

“Yeah, Bunny LaCroix’s brother Stanford was killed this evening. His body’s just gone to the morgue.”

“Everyone was alive and in the billiard room when we left,” Liam protested. “If there was a murder tonight, the only way I could’ve done it was astral projection.”

“So you say,” Detective Howard eyed him. “And that’s why anyone else who stepped foot in this house today is being detained for questioning.”

They were ushered into the lounge with the family. “Beverly let go of me. It’s so obvious she’s guilty,” Heddy accused.

“You’re off your rocker, old lady,” Dash shot her a glare.

“Old lady? I…” She then noticed Sam, Dean, and Liam. “I’m thirty nine.”

Dash rolled his eyes. “And you have been since ’03.”

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but who’s guilty?” Sam asked.

“The town slut, Amber. She killed Stan,” Heddy answered.

“And what’s her motive, Murder She Wrote?” Dash was getting annoyed.

“Oh everyone knows that Amber was sleeping around. She wanted to leave Stan but her prenup was ironclad. So she killed him. Well, unless you believe that ridiculous story that she’s been peddling. A ghost killed Stanton. Honestly.”

“A ghost?” Sam raised an eyebrow at that.

“She’s claiming that Bunny’s late husband Lance did it. Have you ever heard such a thing? What a panic! So stupid.”

Sam took a step back with his companions. “Looks like we might have a case here. Vengeful spirit?”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Think we can get to the car, get the EMF?”

“Not with uh, Detective Friendly. Not a chance. Guess we’re gonna have to go old school.”

Dean nodded. “Alright, cold spots it is. You stay here. Keep an eye on Mrs. Peacock and Colonel Mustard. I’ll sniff around with Liam.”

“I don’t get it,” Liam said as they made their way upstairs. “Bunny is the one who just died, so why would Lance come back and kill people?”

“Who knows,” Dean said as he kept his eyes peeled. “Sometimes vengeful spirits don’t rear their ugly heads for decades.” He walked by a bookcase and happened to notice that one of the books had a picture of the cross key on the spine. “What do we have here?”

They poked around a bit until they found a secret door that could be opened with the key. Dean picked up a flashlight and Liam grabbed a pipe as they went up the dark stairs. At the top there was a rolled up rug with feet sticking out. They tensed when they heard footsteps. “Dean?” they heard a woman’s voice.

“Olivia?” Dean was surprised to see the maid.

“Thank God! I thought you were him,” she was relieved.

“Him who?” Liam asked.

“Phillip, the butler. He locked me in here because I wouldn’t lie to the detective about what I saw.”

“What did you see?” Dean asked.

“I saw him roll Colette’s body in a rug.”

“The butler killed her?” Dean was getting confused.

“No, he just hid her.”

“Then who killed her?”

“I know this is gonna sound crazy, but I saw it with my own eyes.”

“Let me guess, Lance’s ghost.”

“No, Bunny’s.”

“This just keeps getting weirder,” Liam mumbled.

Dean took a moment to collect himself. “Alright, well, let’s just go back to the lounge and figure this out.”

When they entered the lounge with Olivia Sam was playing cards with Heddy and Beverly. He got up and came over to them. “So?”

“You seen the butler?” Dean asked his brother.

“No, why?”

“Cause if anybody has answers it’s him. We’re dealing with two vengeful spirits. Apparently Aunt Bunny had a bee in her bonnet as well.”

“Uh, husband and wife tag team killer ghosts?” Sam didn’t look like he quite believed it.

“Well, got to keep the marriage alive somehow. The key is to a hidden attic.”

Sam’s eyes narrowed. “Why would Bunny want Bobby to have a key to her attic?”

“That’s the million dollar question,” Liam bit his lip. “We found Olivia and Colette up there. Colette is dead, and apparently Bunny killed her.”

“Now what does the butler have to do with all this?” Sam wondered.

“He’s the one who locked them in there,” Dean answered. “Now I don’t know why, but he’s covering for the spooks. He’s acting like their Renfield.”

Sam gave a little nod. “Alright, we’ve got to find him. I’ll take upstairs. You take down here.”

Liam followed Dean through the downstairs until they came to the butler’s quarters. Philip had his back to them, and as they entered Dean picked up a wrench. “Uh, leaky faucet’s down the hall,” Philip said without looking at them.

“Cut the crap, Wadsworth,” Dean growled. “What are you doing hiding dead maids in secret rooms?”

“I know it all looks rather peculiar, but I can explain. I couldn’t stand the thought of overshadowing Mrs. LaCroix’s funeral with another death. She deserved a proper farewell. I owed it to her.”

“Well, that’s crazy,” Dean took a step forward.

“No, Mr. Winchester, that’s loyalty.”

Dean received a text from Sam. Sam had discovered Philip’s body in the kitchen. Dean showed the text to Liam and then got ready to deal with whoever or whatever was in front of them. But the impostor knew and threw Dean to the floor before he could react. Liam tried to grab him but was slammed into the door frame and stunned when his head hit the wood.

When Dean got up he helped Liam to his feet. “You okay, babe?”

“I think so,” Liam gingerly rubbed the back of his head. “One of these days I’m gonna end up with permanent brain damage.”

They turned and found a gross pile of skin and clothes on the floor. Dean grabbed his phone and dialed his brother. “It’s not a ghost,” Dean said when Sam answered. “It’s a shifter.”

They went to join Sam in the kitchen. The younger Winchester just looked at butler’s body while he took it all in. “So the shifter’s getting its jollies by impersonating dead people.”

Dean nodded. “Yeah. First Bunny, then Lance, now Phillip. Guess we can rule out the butler did it.”

“And the creep just shed, so now it could be anybody. Even one of you,” Sam eyed both Dean and Liam.

“Or you,” Dean pointed out. “We were together, so unless it’s fast… We need to find some silver. “

Just then Olivia entered the kitchen and a look of horror flashed on her face when she saw Philip’s body. “Oh my god!”

“Hey, he was like that when we found him,” Dean said defensively.

“Who did this?”

“We don’t know yet, okay?” Sam answered. “Now, listen. Calm down. I know you think he was working with ghosts, but there’s something way worse going on here.”

“Worse than…What is going on?” she seemed a little panicked.

“If you want to help, then help. Can you do that?” Dean tried to get her to focus.

“Okay,” she nodded. “What do you need?”

“The good silverware,” Liam told her.

She left for a moment, but came back with a case. When she opened it the case was full of fancy silverware. “Why do you need the silverware?”

“For protection,” Sam answered.

“Butter knives?” she was a little confused.

“Trust us. There’s a method to our madness,” Dean assured her.

Sam held out a knife to Olivia. “Can you uh, hold this?” She took the knife and nothing happened. Then Sam gave one to both Dean and Liam. “Alright, let’s do this.”

They split up again and Dean and Liam went back to the billiard room. They heard something in the closet and Dean readied himself and opened it to find Dash and Amber making out. “Really?” he seemed a bit disgusted.

“We can explain,” Amber said quickly.

“Let me guess. You two got bored last Christmas.”

“New Canaan clambake, actually,” Dash corrected him. “We were in line at the buffet, they ran out of steamers. One thing led to another, and, well...”

“But we didn’t kill Stanton,” Amber added.

Dash nodded. “We may be guilty of cheating but not murder.”

“We’ll see,” Liam had his arms crossed.

Dean pulled two silver butter knives out of his pockets. “Touch these.”

“Why?” Dash asked looking just as confused as Olivia had.

“Do it or I go cards up on your whole clambake,” Dean threatened.

Both of them touched the knives with no problem. “Did we pass?” Amber asked hopefully.

Dean nodded. “Yep. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with us. Come on you two.” They went back to the lounge and found Sam sitting with Heddy and Beverly. The two older women were fawning all over him. Dean gave his brother an amused smirk. “Should we come back when you’re done?”

“Oh, I need to...” Sam got up very quickly and joined Dean and Liam in the corner.

“And it’s all going to hell, right here, right now,” Dean said. “Sorry for interrupting.”

Sam shot his brother a glare. “They’re cleared.”

“Okay, well so are Dash and Amber. They’re a thing, by the way.”

“Well, so that’s everyone. Except for...”

Suddenly they heard Olivia scream. They all ran to the bathroom and found Detective Howard dead with his head in the toilet. “Well, we got a floater,” Dean commented.

“Drowned in a toilet? How filthy,” Heddy commented with a sour frown.

“What kind of monster would do such a thing?” Beverly and Heddy both turned to Olivia.

“Don’t look at me. I was just trying to pee.”

“Okay, hold on. Before we start pointing fingers...” Dean tried to calm everyone down.

“Amber has motive,” Heddy accused. “She killed the detective because she knew that it was just a matter of time before he figured out she killed Stan.”

“Bravo Rizzoli! You solved the case. Want to weigh in too, Isles?” Dash got a little snippy.

“I didn’t kill Stanton or the detective. And I have proof,” Amber blurted out. “My alibi is in this room.”

“Amber couldn’t have killed the detective cause she was with me. We’re in love,” Dash declared.

“I can vouch for the sucking face part,” Liam spoke up while looking at his feet.

“I knew it!” Beverly’s tone was accusatory.

Heddy turned to Dash. “Well then you have motive too. You offed Stan because you were diddling his wife.”

Dash rolled his eyes. “The old lady doth protest too much. You’re only pointing the finger to distract from your own guilt. And you probably got Baby Jane to help.”

Beverly got very offended at that. “I never! I’m leaving!”

“Alright, hang on. First of all, who talks like that? Second of all, no one’s leaving, okay?” Dean got in her way. “I don’t trust anyone. And leaving just makes you look guilty.”

“Dean is right, okay,” Sam backed up his brother. “We have four corpses now.”

“Four corpses?” Amber was shocked.

“Yes. You can add Phillip and Colette to the list,” Dean broke the news.

“And we can’t help you unless you stop arguing with one another. You need to trust us,” Sam tried to reason with them.

Dash’s eyes narrowed. “Trust you? Uh, we don’t even know you. Look Buddy, I’m trying to be objective here, but we’ve had countless family functions before, and even though we wanted to kill one another, we never did.”

Heddy stood with Dash. “Dash is right. Our get togethers never end in murder. The only thing different this time around is you three.”

“First of all, whoa. Whatever you’re suggesting...” Dean tried to regain control of the room.

Dash grabbed the detective’s gun and pointed it at them. “You three! Let’s go. Don’t even think about it. I….hunt pheasant.” He ushered them into a little room. “Sit tight until the cops get here.”

“You don’t want to do this,” Dean argued. “We are your best shot at making it out of here alive.”

“We’re not the bad guys, Dash,” Sam gave him a soft look.

“I beg to differ. You’re wearing flannel.” Dash slammed the door and locked it.

“You two do wear a lot of flannel,” Liam commented as he leaned against the desk.

“You really wanna make comments on my wardrobe now?” Dean snapped at him while trying to get the door open with one of the butter knives.

“We’re in a locked room with no windows. Maybe the shifter will kill everybody and we’ll eventually be rescued. With this family I don’t think it will be a big loss.”

Sam was going through the drawers. “Keys,” he held them up.

Dean shook his head. “No, it’s locked from the outside.”

Sam dropped them on the desk. “Are you kidding me? Great.”

Dean stopped trying to get the door open with the knife and noticed it was bent. “Made in Taiwan. Freaking stainless steel.”

Sam exhaled sharply. “So that’s why no one sizzled? They’re not even real silver?”

“Is anything around here real?” Liam wondered. “Never thought I’d see cheap rich people. Well, we are just screwed, aren’t we?”

“If we could just get to the trunk we have silver bullets in there.” Sam looked around them trying to figure it out.

“At least we have entertainment,” Liam pointed to a screen with a security camera screen on it. “No sound, but at this point...”

They watched it for a minute, long enough to watch Olivia enter and pick up the gun Dash left on the coffee table. She pointed it right at them. “We got played by the maid,” Dean grumbled and he tried to smash the door down, but it was reinforced.

Liam noticed a gun cabinet in the corner. “Sam, where’d you put those keys you found?”

“Over here,” Sam picked them up and handed them to the blond.

Liam used them to open the safe and he smirked. “I bet Dash didn’t know what was in here.” He picked one up and then grabbed the bullets to load it. “I guess we’re getting out of here after all.”

Sam picked up another gun and loaded it. “Okay, we’ll need to move fast. Dean, Liam, I’ll keep Olivia busy while you two run for the silver bullets in the trunk.”

“Don’t you think the two of us should…?” Dean seemed concerned. “Numbers and all.”

Sam shook his head. “No, if she’s outnumbered she’s more likely to shoot fast, and she might hit you. I can handle her as long as you move fast.”

“Well, now that we’ve got a plan...” Liam aimed at the lock and fired. The moment the door swung open they all three ran.

Both Dean and Liam bolted for the car. They heard a few shots, but they tried not to panic as Dean opened the car trunk and grabbed the bullets. Then they ran back into the house, searching for Sam and Olivia. Dean turned the corner and saw her taking aim at Sam. He shot her in the back, then as she fell he stepped forward and shot her several more times.

Liam exchanged a worried look with Sam before he went back to the lounge where the family was still gathered. “We’ll take an apology and a thank you now.”

Everyone headed outside, and while Dash called the police Sam explained to Dean and Liam what he had found out. Bunny had met Bobby on a case. Olivia was the daughter she had had with a shifter. Bobby killed the father, but Bunny had talked him into sparing Olivia as long as she was kept locked up for everyone’s safety. That was why Bunny had left Bobby the key, because Bobby had promised to look after Olivia if anything happened.

Dash came over to them. “Guys? Police are on the way. What a mess. I’m sorry.”

Dean just gave a little shrug. “Don’t sweat it. I mean, you were just protecting your family, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“So I spoke to Aunt Bunny’s attorney. He said outside from the pendant, everything was left to Olivia.”

“Hey, you know what? Speaking of that, you guys should keep it.” Dean handed the pendant to Dash. “It’s a key to the attic.”

“Bobby must have really meant something to Aunt Bunny. How can we repay you?”

“You know what? Just forget we were ever here.”

“But you saved our lives. I want everyone to know what heroes you-”

“Look pal, the fact that we pulled your bacon out of the fire is nobody’s business. Okay? Hey. I’m serious Izod. Put a pin in it, or we’ll come back for your preppy ass.”

The three of them got in the car and started to drive away before the cops arrived. “Dean, what was that all about back there?” Sam asked his brother.

“What are you talking about?”

“I mean all those extra shots after the shifter was already dead. What was that?”

“I don’t know. Target practice?”

“Come on, man. I’m serious. You sure it wasn’t….I don’t know, demon residue or something to do with the mark, or …?”

“No, none of that.”

“Right. Look man, I got to be honest.”

“Oh my God, Sam. It was my first kill since I’ve been back. You know, I got a little anxious. I wanted to make sure it was done right, plain and simple. Its… Why am I even explaining this to you?”

“Because recent history has given us cause to be nervous,” Liam spoke up.

“And I promised you I would keep you in the loop about that this time.”

“You said that last time too.”

Dean sighed. “Liam, look, I’m just really tired right now. I want to find a place to crash, you in the bed with me, and then I wanna go home until we can find another case. That okay with you?”

Liam leaned back into the seat. “I guess. I’m tired too, I just...” With a little sigh he shut up and started staring out the window.
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