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Hunting Humanity	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1867 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I am in no way involved with or own any of the Supernatural universe. I'm only playing in it for my own amusement. No monetary profit is being made from the writing of this story.

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Liam fiddled with his phone, making it play ‘Indestructible’ by Disturbed. If he was going to be stuck with an unconscious body at least he could have some music, though he turned the volume way down so nobody would be bothered. He set the phone on one of the chairs and sighed while he stood over Dean just staring for a moment. Then he reached to adjust the blanket over him a little so it was straight. Leaning down he pressed his lips to the hunter's forehead to see if he was running a temperature, just like his brother used to do when he was a kid and got sick. Dean felt fine as much as he could tell. A hand wandered up to run through Dean's hair, a very tender touch. Was this the beginning of developing feelings? No, couldn't be. He'd promised himself after Jason he wasn't falling for any more hunters. As if his phone disagreed, it started playing 'Do I have to say the words' by Bryan Adams. "What do you know, you're a phone," he grumbled.

He didn’t know how long he was going to be left alone with Dean’s body. While it felt really stupid to do so after all these years, he moved to the side of the bed, kneeling beside it with his elbows on the edge right beside Dean's body. His eyes looked upward and he swallowed hard. "Hey... it's me... Look, I know it's been, well, centuries since I've done this. I've been very angry with you. And I know it's very bold of me to come to you now asking for favors, but..." He sighed again. "Just, if you could make it so my, um, friend here, is okay, I'd really appreciate it. Amen." He quickly got up off his knees and glanced quick to the door to make sure no one saw him. When he was sure that no one had, he moved back to the chair, turning off his phone that had began playing another sappy love song. While he liked those songs, he wasn’t exactly in the mood for them.

Liam glanced at the clock, trying to think of something to do to occupy himself. He figured it couldn't hurt to run to the nurse's station a few feet away and ask if they had toenail clippers and a file. "What? I'm bored," he said to a pretty dark haired nurse who dug what he'd asked for out of her purse and handed them over after giving him a funny look.

He came back and uncovered Dean's feet. "You, my friend, are in desperate need of a pedicure." He pulled a chair up to the foot of the bed and set to work clipping the hunter's toenails and filing down the rough spots. "You know, I used to do this a lot for an old boyfriend of mine," he talked while he worked. Who knew, maybe Dean could even hear him. "He was a hunter, like you. I got close to him hoping maybe he could find a cure for what ails me, and well, shit happened. He never did find a cure though, obviously. Still, we had eleven years together before that stupid heart attack." Just thinking about it brought a tear to his eye that was quickly wiped away. "God, why do you people never take care of yourselves? Just look at these toes!" he said, clipping off a particularly long one and filing it down. Now was not a time to get emotional.

"I made a damn good hunter," Liam continued talking as he worked. "That knife, Jason nearly took my head off with it. He was hunting the clan I was with at the time. He caught me while I was out hunting, and it took quite a bit of charming to get him to believe me. Jason Walker was no fool." He didn't know if the name would mean anything to these hunters, but there had been a time where that man was as infamous as they were. "No, I couldn't let that opportunity slip through my fingers. Anyway, he decided to wrap the handle in leather and give it to me. It's been my go to ever since." He finished the right foot and moved on to the left. "I still carry his journal with me too. The rest of his stuff I left locked safely up in his old house. I haven't been able to bring myself to go back there since he died, but maybe, once you're back into shape... I mean, he had everything you can imagine, including this scythe..." He visibly shivered at the thought of that awful thing and touched his neck.

He really wished Dean could talk back. It would be nice to have a conversation with the man, even though it would probably include smart-ass jabs. Then an impish thought hit him and his lips spread into a wide evil grin. Dean was naked under that hospital gown. Even lying in a hospital bed pale as a sheet the guy was hot. They were alone. Dare he peek? His fingers grabbed the blanket and lifted it a little before dropping it and laughing nervously to himself. "Come on Liam, you're probably never gonna get another chance like this," he mumbled to himself while leaning down to peek out under the curtain. He lifted the blanket one more time, getting a glimpse of thigh before putting it back down. "Dammit, can't do it," he shook his head. "Me and my morals," he sighed. Even though he personally didn't care who looked at him naked, it was still a little low to peek at a guy in a coma. "Very nice thighs though," he patted Dean's leg before scooting the chair back against the wall. He returned the clippers and file to the nurse before returning to his seat. Man those chairs were uncomfortable.

Sitting in a hospital room waiting for a person to come out of a coma was oh so very boring. Of course, Liam wasn't attached to Dean the way Sam was. He cared a little, but that was as far as it went. All there was to do really was talk in a one-way conversation. "I had a brother myself once. He was older by quite a bit. I really looked up to him. I'd probably be a basket case if it was him lying in here. Our mother died giving birth to me, so, I never knew her. Our father, well, he blamed me for mom's death. Beat me like a rented mule every time I put a single toe out of line, which was pretty often I must confess. Why did I misbehave so much? Well, behaving is no fun, is it?"

He shifted in his seat a little. There he was, pouring his soul out to an unconscious body. Actually, it was a little cathartic if he cared to admit it. "Oh, but was he angry when he caught me with Jack. He was the town preacher, and very strict on matters like that. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me kicking and screaming all the way to the lake. He'd decided to re-baptize and drown me at the same time, thinking that would somehow fix everything. Lucky for me, Evan, my brother, had come back just after we'd left. Jack told him everything that happened, and Evan raced after us. He intervened, as he always did, saving my life. Dad was enraged though, and there was quite a struggle. It was a little scary, watching my loving brother hold our father under water like that, but he was protecting me. When it was over we just buried the body and made a pact to never speak of it. God, I never even told Jason that. I told him what we told everyone else, that our dad died in a tragic boating accident while fishing."

The vampire had this odd feeling that Dean could actually hear what he was saying. It had to be his imagination though. "Evan took good care of me. I wasn't even really afraid to go to him when I... you know.... I was more afraid for his safety than I was for him rejecting me. It was really difficult to control my thirst back then. Just being around a beating heart made this animal inside me go crazy. But what was left of me wouldn't allow me to hurt Evan. With his help I learned to control it." He smiled softly at the thought of his brother. "He said I was still his fruitcake. But, he grew old and died while I remained the same. I thought about changing him a few times, but I just couldn't do that to someone else. That would've been selfish of me."

Liam froze when his shoulder suddenly felt cold. He'd felt that feeling before, when he was chasing a ghost. He turned his head to the side of the cold shoulder, pondering what this might mean. "Maybe you have been listening..." If Dean was out of his body, that wasn't a good sign.

When he looked up he saw Sam returning. "Hey there," he greeted the younger hunter. "There's been no change, but we did have a nice therapy session."

“Therapy session, huh?” Sam looked slightly amused, which was a nice change from the constant look of deep worry the young hunter had had on his face ever since his brother had been rushed to the hospital. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a cold bag of blood. “I uh, thought you might be getting, well, hungry,” he said as he held the bag out.

"Yeah, I need a blood break," Liam nodded, taking a bag. "It's cold, but thanks." At least the hunter was thinking of him. There really was no where more private to go besides the room so he just tore the corner off right there and started chugging it. Sam had to look away while he took his meal, but Liam could hardly blame him for that. The drinking of blood wasn’t a natural thing, and it was something the vampire really wanted to stop having to do.

"Much better," he sighed, discarding the bag in the bio hazard bin. "Dude, you are not going to believe this, but I think your brother is here in this room. I swear I felt something cold touch me." Suddenly he felt very guilty about almost peeking.

“Actually, I do believe you,” Sam replied, his eyes darting around the room as if he was trying to see his disembodied brother.

Then suddenly a plastic spit up dish flew off the tray as if by itself. Liam jumped and Sam’s eyes bugged out of his head. "Holy shit..." Liam breathed. Of all the things he had dealt with, a spirit with a body that was still alive was not one of them. "I'm going to get the journal," he announced before moving to leave. Before he stepped out he turned, looking around the room. "Okay, just to clarify, what I told you, should you remember, is just between us, got it?" Then he headed down the hall and out the doors before going back to the car, walking at a brisk pace.

His bag was in the back seat and he dug through it to find a beat up journal covered in red leather. Maybe there was something in there. He carried it back, no one in the halls paying him much notice. Entering the room again he sat down with the old journal, scanning the pages covered in scribbles. "I forgot how bloody awful his handwriting was," he mumbled. He hadn't actually opened the journal up in ages, only kept it around for sentimental value. "Okay... spirits... Come on baby, don't fail me now, have something in here on what to do."
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