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Hunting Humanity II	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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They arrived back at Bobby’s a little after dinner time the next day. “How’d it go, boys?” Bobby asked when they came in the door and dropped their bags on the floor.

“You’re not gonna believe this shit,” Dean said as he sat down and recounted everything that happened to their friend. “We think it was some kind of test, but what and for who, we’re clueless.”

“It was some kind of test all right,” Bobby nodded. “For you it sounds like,” he pointed to Liam.

“Why me?” Liam asked, a little confused and scared.

“Think about it. How many vampires retain their souls and fight to get their humanity back? I did some research on it, and there’s only been one other documented case in the last thousand years. Also, when you had that demon in you, I’ve never heard of a human soul with the strength to fight one like that either. Let’s face it, you really are a rarity. That gives you value to both sides. From what you’ve told me happened, I’m pretty sure you were exposed. You had open cuts out the wazoo, and when you stab someone there is always blood splatter. Let’s face it, some boss demon or another wanted to see if you were immune to their virus, and you are.”

That sent a cold chill up Liam’s spine. “I… I’m going to take a shower,” he said before heading upstairs.

All eyes were on him as he left. “I don’t think that soul in there is entirely human,” Bobby sighed.

“What, you think he’s part demon?” Dean asked, a little worried.

Bobby shook his head. “I don’t know what the hell he’s mixed with, but no, I don’ think it’s demon. From what I’ve seen myself, and everything you’ve told me, that boy doesn’t have an evil bone in his body, even when he was a vampire. Because of all the mischief he likes to cause, a trickster wouldn’t surprise me, but I just really don’t know. All I’m pretty sure of is whoever created his soul was doing some kind of experiment.”

When Liam came back down dressed in his black and white plaid pajama pants Dean was waiting for him. “Your dinner is in the kitchen. It got cold, but I warmed it up for you.”

Liam sighed. “Do I really have to? It’s been a long day.”

“Yes, you have to,” Dean nodded.

Liam went into the kitchen, and on the table was a plate with a pork chop and a big spoonful of green beans on it. He sat down and picked up the knife and fork, starting on the pork chop. “All of it?” he asked when he was staring at the small pile of green beans.

“All of it,” Dean confirmed. “We didn’t give you that much.”

Liam complied and cleaned the plate before getting up to wash it. “I’m going to bed,” he sighed and headed back upstairs.

Dean was right behind him and climbed in with him. “Liam, don’t you have any kind of will to live anymore?” Dean asked as he snuggled close and rested a hand on the blond’s chest.

“Sure I do,” Liam answered, a little confused. “Why do you ask?”

“The food thing,” Dean sighed. “It’s been over a week and you still haven’t gotten your appetite back. If you had things your way you’d starve to death, and I really don’t get that. It scares me. It makes me feel like I’m not enough to live for.”

Liam frowned and kissed Dean’s cheek. “No, that has nothing to do with it. You are definitely worth living for, and I don’t have a death wish. I’ve just been through a trauma, lots of trauma actually, and my appetite ran away from me screaming. I don’t know when it will come back, I just know I’m not going to want much to do with food until it does. I don’t equate it with death, and don’t see it as that big of a deal.”

Dean sighed and shook his head. “Did your recent stay in the hospital not teach you anything? You passed out on me. I didn’t know what the hell was wrong, just that you were barely breathing and your pulse was weak and not steady. To say you gave me a scare is a huge understatement. Then we took you in and you were hooked up to monitors. There was something definitely wrong, and it was all caused by you not eating for a few days. All that and you still don’t think starving yourself is a big deal?”

Liam shrugged. “I hear and get what you’re saying, I just… I don’t know… But I’ll start behaving for real now.”

“The rule still applies until I think I can trust you again. That’s gonna take a while, just so you know.”

“I know,” Liam sighed, and rolled over on his side to kiss Dean softly. “But why don’t we move on to more pleasant topics?” He kissed Dean again more passionately and grabbed his ass.

Dean pulled back and raised an eyebrow. “Are you suggesting what I think you are?” Liam met his gaze and nodded. “Are you absolutely sure?” Dean asked. “The last time I brought up the subject you weren’t ready, and the last thing I want to do is push you.”

Liam started nibbling on Dean’s neck. “Get the damn lube before I change my mind.”

Dean didn’t need to be told twice. He got right out of bed and started digging in Liam’s bag for that little plastic bottle. When he found it Liam’s pants were off of him and on the floor. Liam was already breathing heavily, looking a little tense. Dean crawled on the bed and settled between his legs, leaning in to give him a kiss full of love. “Keep in mind you can stop this at any time.”

“I want to do this,” came out of Liam’s mouth, but the rest of his body said otherwise. He was very tense and feeling very gun shy, but he knew if he didn’t force it soon he may as well kiss his sex life goodbye, and he didn’t want that.

“Okay,” Dean nodded. “But why don’t we agree on a safe word first? You know what a safe word is?”

Liam nodded. “If I say it everything stops. What about umm… cookie?”

“That works. Just don’t forget it, and say it if everything becomes too much for you. Can I trust you to do that?”

Liam nodded and swallowed hard. When he felt two fingers at his entrance his muscles tensed and he inhaled sharply. This was stupid, this wasn’t some stranger in an alley. It was Dean, a man who loved him very much. Dean waited for him to force his muscles to relax before pressing those fingers into him and quickly finding his prostate to rub against it. Liam concentrated on that sensation and enjoyed it. Dean was trying to make him feel good. That asshole in the alley hadn’t given a damn about him. This was different.

Liam closed his eyes and started taking slow deep breaths. His heart was pounding in his chest and he couldn’t slow it. The fingers were removed and Liam swallowed hard because he knew what was coming next. Sure enough he felt the tip of Dean’s cock pressing up against him. His whole body tensed and his heart sped up. “You okay?” Dean asked.

“I’m fine,” Liam tried to assure his lover. Really he was far from fine, but it was his choice to wrestle with his irrational mind.

Dean leaned down to kiss him as Dean pushed his hips forward. Liam returned the kiss with equal passion while he was entered slowly. There was more pain than usual, it seemed he wasn’t healed from the assault completely. He was still determined to do this though. When Dean was fully in him his hands moved up to explore his lover’s back. His body was shaking and all kinds of things were flashing through his mind, including being pinned against the wall.

This was Dean, Liam reminded himself. He was allowing this. He looked into Dean’s eyes and he saw desire there, but also love. It was that love that calmed him some as Dean started to move inside him. “I love you,” he whispered as a hand reached to run through Dean’s hair.

“I love you too,” Dean breathed and kissed him again. Dean’s hand found its way to his cock and started stroking it, bringing it to life.

Liam’s back arched and he moaned. Despite still being tender this felt good. This was what he wanted. He started nibbling at Dean’s throat while the elder Winchester started pounding into him gasping for breath. Liam’s eyes closed while he concentrated on nothing but what he could feel. Dean’s lips moved to the side of his neck and he threw his head back to give his lover better access. Dean’s cock was thrusting in and out of him at a rapid pace, and his lover’s hand was stroking his cock.

Liam’s body relaxed enough to allow pressure to build and give him that familiar and welcome feeling. Liam cried out as he climaxed and his hot seed shot out all over both of them. Dean wasn’t far behind, moaning as he filled him.

Dean collapsed onto Liam trying to catch his breath. “At least I know you enjoyed that too,” Dean held up his hand covered in cum.

Liam smiled and kissed Dean softly. “Once I got myself to relax I did.” He held Dean close and nuzzled against him.

Dean’s phone rang and he groaned as he reached for it to answer. He talked for someone for a few minutes before setting the phone back on the nightstand. “Who was that?” Liam asked.

“A friend of Dad’s,” Dean answered. “Deacon couldn’t reach him, which is probably a good thing since I think it means he’s back on yellow eyes and leaving us the hell alone. Anyway, Deacon’s got what sounds like a vengeful spirit on his hands, and wants our help.”

“Are you gonna give me the details?”

“No, because you’re not gonna be involved on this one.”

“Why the hell not?” Liam shouted as he sat up. “I thought we were a team now.”

“We are, but this one is too dangerous for you.”

Liam growled. “I’m a big boy and I’ll decide what’s too dangerous. I’ve hunted vengeful spirits before. All you have to do is figure out who it is and where they’re buried. Then you dig them up and salt and burn their bones. It’s not rocket science.”

“No, it’s not, but this job has a little bit of a complication. You’re sitting this one out, that’s final.”

Liam huffed and got out of bed, putting his pajamas on and storming out. Dean sighed and cleaned up their mess as best he could and put on boxers before Sam ultimately came in. “I don’t know what you did to piss him off, but he threw me off the couch and sent me up here,” Sam said as he took off his jeans.

“Sammy, how do you feel about going to jail?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Sam asked as he sat on the bed wondering if it was safe.

Dean explained the situation while Sam got into bed. “Dean that’s fucking crazy! And oh, god, I just found a wet spot!”

“Relax,” Dean rolled his eyes. “It’s lube or semen, either way it’s not gonna hurt you.”

Sam’s features scrunched up. “You two want me to sleep in a bed that you just had sex in? Do you know how incredibly gross that is?”

“Shut up and go to sleep,” Dean said as he made himself comfortable. “Sex is a natural part of life, and like I said, it’s not gonna hurt you. We’ll talk more in the morning.”

Sam lay as close to the edge as he could and eventually fell asleep. When they got up Liam already had bacon and eggs on the table. “Change your mind about letting me help?”

“No,” Dean answered as he put a slice of bacon in his mouth.

Liam scowled at him and practically slammed his plate into the sink. “This is such bullshit!”

“Dean, I really don’t want to go to jail, and Liam seems willing. Take him.”

“We’re going to jail?” Liam raised an eyebrow.

“Sam and I are,” Dean corrected him. “You’re staying here. Prison is no place for a pretty boy like you.”

“I’m not just a pretty face! You said yourself I was holding my own against that fucker who attacked me. If he hadn’t had a knife on him I would’ve kicked his ass.”

“That was one man in an alley. Look Liam, our dad’s old friend is the warden at Green River County prison, and something started killing prisoners after they opened an old cell block a little while ago. The best way for us to deal with this is to get arrested and thrown in there. I’m sorry if you’re pissed, but prison is too dangerous for you. That, and you have a clean record that I would like to keep that way. Deacon said he’ll help us escape when the job is done, but that’ll be another mark on my record. You don’t have to add prison escapee on your resume. Keeping you out of this means you stay safe and if you change your mind and want a normal life you can do that.”

“If my record is all you’re worried about there are ways around that.”

“I said no!” Dean shouted. “I’m not going to argue with you about this. For once in your life you’re going to sit back like a good boy and let me protect you. Sam, get everything ready to go. We’ve got a museum to break into tonight.”

Liam huffed but didn’t argue anymore. Instead he planned something more constructive, and much more devious.

Sam and Dean soon got back on the road in short order. “I really don’t like this plan of yours,” Sam said while he watched the scenery go by. “There has to be a better way.”

“There’s not. Sam, I know this sucks, but Deacon is a family friend, and we help our friends.”

“If this is too dangerous for Liam why are you dragging me into it?”

Dean sighed. “I can’t do it by myself. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want anything to happen to you either, but I have more faith that you can handle yourself should something happen. You’ve handled yourself through worse. Liam, he’s too… I don’t know what the word for it is. He’s capable enough when he doesn’t starve himself, but he doesn’t always think things through, you know? Also, what I said about him keeping a clean record applies. I really do want him to be able to walk away if he really wants to. It’ll hurt like hell to lose him, but I want him to be happy.”

“I get it,” Sam nodded. “This just really sucks. It’s the craziest thing we’ve ever done, and that’s saying something.”

A little after noon they stopped for lunch. When they came back out to the car Liam was waiting in the back seat. “Son of a bitch!” Dean kicked the back tire before opening the rear door and dragging Liam out. “How the fuck did you hide from us?”

Liam only smirked. “A master never reveals his secrets. Suffice it to say I’m a little smarter than you give me credit for.”

“Well get in because we’re taking you back! And this time I’m tying you to something before we leave.”

“You could do that, but then you’ll lose a whole day of your mission and a few more men will die because of the delay.”

“He’s got a point,” Sam shrugged.

Dean smacked the roof of the car. “God damn it! I know he does. Fine, you win, smart ass! You almost always do. I just wish you’d think things through a little more.”

Liam shrugged. “I’m a Gryffindor. Slytherin is for sissies.”

“I don’t even know what that means.”

“Pick up a book once in a while.”

“Whatever. At the very least get your ass in there and get something to go for lunch.”

“Okay, if you come in with me so I can be sure you won’t just leave me here for my own good.”

Dean grumbled but followed him back inside. Liam got himself a sub sandwich and a soda and settled in the backseat with it. “Do you have any idea how pissed I am at you right now?” Dean asked, glancing in the backseat while he drove.

Liam shrugged. “Be pissed if you want, but I’m part of the team. If you want me to stay quit fucking trying to shield me from everything. Note to self, olives are gross.”

Dean clenched his jaw and pressed down on the accelerator. They made one last stop for dinner before heading to the museum they planned to get caught robbing. Dean picked the door open the way they normally would, but what changed is instead of disabling the motion sensor half way down the hall they walked right past it.

They headed into a little room with some artifacts and they opened up the cases to make it look good. “Remember, Liam, we have to make it look like we’re trying to not get caught,” Dean reminded him quietly.

They heard a noise so they went out into the hall. Seconds later two armed policeman appeared in the hall. “Freeze! Police!” They all three turned like they were going to run the other way, but two more cops blocked their path. Sam and Dean held their hands out and sank to their knees. Liam darted back into the artifact room and right for the window. “Get him!”

One of the cops ran after him and tried to grab him. Liam swung around and punched him hard, knocking him back. Another cop rushed in once Sam and Dean were secured and Liam put up a real struggle. “Ow, he bit me!”

They finally got Liam cuffed and he kicked the nearest officer. “Damn it, stop struggling or I’m gonna shoot you!”

Liam finally went still, panting heavily. He let himself be dragged out to a cop car and shoved in the backseat. The whole ordeal was a little scarier than he thought it would be. They were all taken to the police station and processed. “What’s your name?” an officer asked after he was finger printed. Liam stayed silent. “Give me your name!” the man shouted.

“I don’t have to say a damn thing,” Liam answered curtly.

“We found a wallet on him, and the only thing in it was a fake ID,” one of the officers who brought him in said. “It says his name is David Young. Let’s go with that until we find out otherwise.”

The officer nodded and wrote the name down. Then they took his mug shot and ushered him into a little room with a table and three chairs. The officer sat Liam down in a chair and left him. A while later an Asian woman came in and gave him a little smile. “Hello, I’m Doctor Wong, the county medical examiner. I’m here for a DNA sample.”

“What for?” Liam asked.

“Well, nothing came up in the system when they ran your prints. A judge just signed off on taking a DNA sample to run to find out who you are.”

“Whatever,” Liam shrugged.

“This won’t hurt. I just have to swab your cheek.”

The woman pulled out one of those long cotton swabs and Liam opened his mouth and let her swab him. She left and he was alone again for what seemed like a very long time. Then two men came in. One was a cop and the other was in a suit. They both sat down and just looked at him for a minute. “Well, Mr. Young, how did you get yourself mixed up with the Winchester brothers?” the cop asked.

“I thought I was entitled to a lawyer before you questioned me,” was all Liam would say.

“You are, son, but our top priority is figuring out who you really are. The Winchesters are being much more cooperative. The only thing they won’t tell us is your name.” Liam just shrugged. “Hey, that puts you in a position of power here.”

“Oh really?” Liam raised an eyebrow. “You have me locked in a little room, so forgive me if I don’t believe you.”

“Really,” the cop nodded. “Your fingerprints got us absolutely nothing, and all your DNA came up with is that you were a rape victim a short while back in South Dakota that went by the name Jeremy Hawkins. That wouldn’t happen to be your real name would it?”

“Nope,” Liam shook his head.

“Didn’t think so. Anyway, all we’ve got on you is breaking and entering, resisting arrest, and assault of two police officers. That actually leaves you sitting pretty because that makes you relatively clean next to your companions. Your friend Dean is wanted for mail fraud, credit card fraud, grave desecration, and a few murders in St. Louis.” Liam’s eyes widened at the mention of the murders. “I see you didn’t know he killed three people.”

“I know he didn’t, whatever you say.”

“I’m sure he’d find your loyalty touching, but we’re pretty sure he did. He was seen leaving one crime scene, and the other two were just like that one. I have to tell you, son, those murders were brutal. We thought he was killed in a fourth attempt, but it seems we were wrong. But to my point. I don’t know how long you’ve been with them, but I’m sure you know things, things we’d really like to know. Testify against them and we’ll let you plead guilty to criminal trespass and give you probation.”

Liam crossed his arms. “Only thing I’ve got to say to you is I really need to go to the bathroom.”

“You’re making a huge mistake, son.”

Liam snorted. “And here I thought I was still entitled to basic human rights, which includes access to a toilet when I need one. I’ve been in here a really long time and my bladder is painfully full. It’s gotta go somewhere. I can go on the floor if you’d prefer that.”

The cop gave him a small smile. “Yes, you are entitled to go to the bathroom. We don’t know who you are, but you’re right in front us living and breathing, so you’ve gotta be someone. Come on.”

The cop took him by the wrist and led him down a hall to the men’s room. He was shoved toward a row of urinals and the cop stood behind him. “I can’t go with you watching me.”

The cop sighed but turned his back. “Where you’re going, son, you’d better get over that shy bladder of yours real fast.”

“Whatever,” Liam sighed and finished his business.

His wrist was grabbed again and he was taken back to the room. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told,” Liam smirked as he sat back down.

“You’re gonna be here a while. You need anything?”

“A soda would be nice. Don’t care what, I’m just thirsty.”

The cop brought him a soda, and a public defender did eventually come in to see him. The lawyer urged him to take the deal, but Liam was firm about that not being an option. He was even brought a slice of pizza since he’d been there all day. “Maybe by tomorrow you’ll change your mind,” the cop said to him as he was loaded onto a bus with Sam, Dean, and a handful of other men.

That scared Liam a little, but he wasn’t going to let it show. He just took a seat on the bus beside Dean. “Change your mind about what?” Dean asked. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Liam sighed. “They offered me a deal to testify against you and Sam. I didn’t take it.”

“Maybe you should have. I don’t know what the hell you were thinking back in that museum, but you could’ve gotten yourself shot resisting like that!”

Liam shrugged. “It’s not in my nature to go quietly. Anyway, like I told you, I’m fine. Quit worrying about me and focus on the task at hand.”

“I’m always going to worry about you. I fucking hate that you forced your way into this.”

They arrived at the prison and were led inside. They were all given an orange jumpsuit and shoes to change into and then given a pillow and a blanket and led to the cells. Sam and Dean were put into separate cells across from each other. Liam was grabbed roughly by the wrist and led into another hall. “We’ve got a special place for you, Blondie” the guard said menacingly as he was thrown into a cell and the door slammed behind him.

Liam tensed when he saw his new roommate grin at him like he was a piece of meat. The man was huge and well muscled as well as covered in tattoos. “Looks like they gave me a pretty thing.”

A few hours later Sam and Dean were standing in a line. “My roommate doesn’t say much, how’s yours?” Dean asked his brother.

“He just stares at me in a way that makes me really uneasy.”

Dean shrugged. “Sounds like you’re making new friends. You seen Liam around anywhere? I really don’t like that they took him someplace else.”

“No, I haven’t. But Dean, this really is the craziest shit you’ve ever come up with.”

“Relax, I got it all planned out.”

“That part of your plan?” Sam pointed down the hall to Liam walking in front of his giant cell mate. The blond had a forming shiner, a bloody nose, and a fat bloody lip. His cell mate had a few bruises on him as well.

“Oh my god! No, that’s what I was fucking afraid of!”

As soon as Liam was in the line behind them Dean pulled him close. “Liam, listen to me. You’re going to tell them you want to see your lawyer. Then you’re going to tell your lawyer you changed your mind and want that deal they offered as long as they get you out of here.”

“No,” Liam shook his head. “That’s what they want. They put me with him to force me to change my mind, but I’m not giving them the satisfaction.”

Dean’s eyes went wide. “Have you looked in the mirror? He might just fucking kill you!”

Liam huffed. “Quit being overprotective. I spent the first sixteen years of my life with someone a lot like him. I can deal for a day or two.”

Dean’s hands balled up into fists. “You are so fucking thick headed!”

Liam shrugged. “Being stubborn is how I deal.”

“Dude, I know hunting is dangerous, but no job is worth putting yourself in that kind of danger,” Sam added his two cents. “I agree with Dean, call your lawyer and take the deal. Wherever they put you, we’ll find a way to get you out.”

“I said I’m not doing that! End of discussion.”

They were led into the cafeteria and stood in line for food. Once they each had a tray they found an empty table to sit at. When Liam sat he winced. Dean noticed and almost threw something. “You’re fucking kidding me!”

“Don’t start,” Liam growled. “Just don’t think about it. I’m not. Anyway, you got any idea who the culprit is?”

Dean growled, but took a deep breath. “Yeah, Mark Moody, serial killer extraordinaire. He was here thirty years ago and died of a heart attack in the cell block they just opened. Heart attacks are how the victims are being killed now.”

“So, since the killings started when they opened the cell block, you think they released him somehow?” Sam asked, only poking at his food.

“Yep,” Dean nodded. “There must be something of him left in there. We have to find out what, and you know the rest...”

Liam took a few bites of chicken and shoved his tray away. “Well, this is an old prison, and I’m sure there are lots of other plausible suspects. I think some more digging needs to be done just in case.”

Dean glared at him. “All you’re going to do is keep your head down and get into as little trouble as possible. You’re also eating more than that.”

“Sam didn’t touch his, and you’re not getting on his ass,” Liam grumbled.

“He doesn’t have your track record,” Dean shot back.

“You kinda dug your own ditch on that one,” Sam patted his hand.

Dean got up and Sam followed. Sam accidentally bumped into another prisoner. The man turned around and glared at him. “Sorry, I...”

“Watch where you’re going,” the man growled.

Dean stepped up to him and stared him square in the eye. “He said he was sorry. Trust me, let it go.”

The man walked away and Dean winked at Sam. “That’s how you gotta talk to these guys.”

The man went over to another prisoner and whispered something to him. The very large prisoner stood up and they both closed in on Dean. “You were saying...” Sam swallowed hard.

The one Sam had bumped into took a swing at Dean and a nasty fight ensued. “That’s enough!” the warden shouted after a few minutes and a guard pulled them apart. The warden put his baton under Dean’s chin. “What’s your name?”

“Winchester,” Dean answered.

“Well, Winchester, not a good start. Solitary. You too Lucas.” The guard grabbed both of them and hauled them off. Then the warden turned to Liam. “You, whatever the hell your name is. Come with me.”

Liam sighed and got up, following the warden out. They walked silently until they reached a room with a flat screen TV mounted on the wall and a couch across from it. The warden turned to him with a frown. “Look, I know you’re Sam and Dean’s friend, and that you’re working with them,” he talked in a quiet tone. “I also know you’ve got a smart mouth that pissed some people off. Your paperwork said you needed taught a lesson, and that’s why they put you in with that animal Owens. I know what he does to his roommates, and I’m sorry I couldn’t stop it. It would’ve looked like I was giving you special treatment, and I can’t have that. He didn’t hurt you too bad, did he?”

“No,” Liam shook his head. From the way it hurt to breathe he was pretty sure a rib or two was cracked, but he was no stranger to that growing up.

“Good,” the warden nodded. “Now, since you’ve behaved in here, the best I can do for you is put you in the TV room for a little while to lick your wounds. Go ahead, watch whatever you want. I’ll tell them not to put anyone else in here with you.”

“Thanks,” Liam mumbled and went inside to lower himself on the couch. The door was closed behind him and he picked up the remote that was chained to a little coffee table and turned the TV on, flipping through the channels for something to watch.

A few hours later a guard came in. “Time’s up, Blondie.”

“I have a name you know, asshole.”

The guard roughly dragged him to his feet and smacked him hard in the ribs with a baton, making him cry out a little at the rush of pain. “Yeah, and if you don’t learn to keep that mouth of yours shut your name is gonna be target practice. Come on!”

He was led down another series of hallways and shoved out into the yard. He found Sam and Dean in a corner, Dean sitting at a little table with a pile of cigarettes. “Where were you?” Dean asked with concern in his voice.

“Your friend the warden had me watching TV. You guys figure anything out?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “I was just telling Dean that Moody didn’t die of a heart attack, he was beaten to death by a guard, which is why you need to not be you until we’re out of here. Anyway, apparently there was so much blood in the cell they had trouble mopping it up. The blood must be what’s keeping him here.”

“So, all we gotta do is torch the cell and we’re out of here,” Dean said.

“Except we don’t have any accelerant,” Sam pointed out.

“Leave that to me,” Dean said with a little smirk. He grabbed a handful of cigarettes and held them out. “Hey fellas, who wants to deal?”

When they stood in line for their next meal Dean and Liam went to go sit by the large prisoner who Lucas had talked to before. Dean made a few sharp jabs about the guy’s weight to make him angry and pick a fight. It worked. The guy got up and punched him hard, knocking him back. Dean hit back, but the punches didn’t seem to phase the big guy. He grabbed Dean on his chest and headbutted him, sending him to the ground.

Liam jumped on the guy’s back and wrapped an arm around his neck to try and choke him out. The guy stumbled over to the nearest concrete column trying to shake him off until he just flung himself back against the concrete. Liam’s head smashed into the column knocking him out and he fell to the ground limp.

Dean was just about to get up and go at him again when all the guards in the room rushed in to tackle the big guy and restrain him. The warden grabbed Dean by the face. “If we’d have waited any longer, you’d be dead. What about him?” he motioned to Liam on the floor.

A guard knelt down beside him to put his fingers on his neck. “Alive, just knocked out.”

“Wake him up and take all three to the infirmary.”

Smelling salts were brought out, bringing Liam back around pretty quickly. “Up you come,” the guard pulled him to his feet and they were all escorted out.

When they reached the infirmary they were each put into tiny cells with a bed and a curtain between them. “Another fight,” the guard said to a man in dark blue scrubs and white lab coat.

“I see. Looks like this one got the worst of it,” the doctor headed over to Liam and entered the little cell. “Let me take a look at you.”

“I’m fine,” Liam insisted for what felt like the hundredth time and pulled back.

The doctor gave him a stern look. “I have a medical degree, and in my professional opinion you don’t look fine. Just let me assess you quick.”

“He got knocked out,” the guard said.

The doctor nodded and shined a little light in his eyes. “Oh, yeah, you definitely got your brain scrambled, didn’t you?” He opened the front of Liam’s jumpsuit and pulled up the undershirt, revealing dark purple bruises. “I only wish this surprised me,” he sighed and started pressing lightly on Liam’s rib cage. “Does that hurt?”

Liam hissed and his face scrunched up. “No, it tickles,” he answered sarcastically.

The doctor shook his head. “Young man, this is not a good place for you to be so snarky. I’m actually trying to help you here. It feels like on top of a concussion you’ve got a few broken ribs. I’d feel better if you took a little field trip to the county hospital. Those broken shards could puncture something if they haven’t already.”

“No, I don’t want to go to the hospital,” Liam protested.

“I’m afraid you don’t have much of a choice. As soon as you walked in those doors you became the property of the state of Arkansas. It’s my call, and I want you to go. Hell, a lot of guys will injure themselves or fake a heart attack just to go on that little field trip. I find it very odd that you’re legitimately hurt and you want to stay here.”

Liam shrugged. “Okay, so I’m an odd duck. I’ve been told that my whole life.”

The doctor left him and moved over to Dean and the other guy. “You two got any complaints?”

“Nope,” Dean shook his head. “Little bruised up, but otherwise fine here.”

“I’m fine,” the other guy said.

Trays of food were brought up to them since they hadn’t gotten to eat in the cafeteria. The guard and the doctor left them. “Liam, I can’t see you right now, but you better be eating,” Dean said.

“Quit harping on me,” Liam snapped.

Suddenly the room went cold and the clock stopped. “Oh, crap,” Dean grumbled.

A pale white nurse appeared in the room and she headed straight for Liam. He managed to grab the little packet of salt off his tray before she was on him, her hand on his chest. He cried out as pain ripped through his chest, but he managed to rip the salt packet open and throw it at her. It was enough to make her retreat. “Liam, you okay?” Dean called out.

“I will be,” Liam answered.

Dean watched helpless as the ghost nurse went into the other guy’s cell. All they could do was sit there while he screamed until it was over. The doctor and guard came back and saw what had happened. “Oh, god, not another one,” the doctor raced in to check on him. “Yep, dead,” he sighed. “Did either of you two see what happened?”

Dean shrugged. “He started screaming and grabbing at his chest.”

“Well, he can go now,” the doctor pointed to Dean and the guard opened the cell door and grabbed him.

“What about the other one?” the guard motioned to Liam.

“I called for someone to take him to the hospital. He should stay here.”

The guard nodded and hauled Dean away. Liam sighed and lay back on the bed. Every breath was agony. He wondered how he was going to escape with Sam and Dean now. Maybe he could get away at the hospital. All he could really do right then was watch as some people from the medical examiner’s office came to take the dead guy away.

Liam didn’t know how much time had passed until the warden came in. “Can I help you, Deacon?” the doctor asked.

“Yeah,” Deacon nodded and pointed to Liam. “The van is here to take him down to the hospital. I’d like to escort him down personally so we can have a little chat.”

“Okay,” the doctor sighed. “Just keep in mind while you chat that broken ribs can puncture vital organs and be fatal.”

“I will,” Deacon nodded and opened the cell and motioned for Liam to follow him.

Out in the yard Sam and Dean started a fight with each other. Deacon and a guard dragged them into a big room. “Leave me,” Deacon said to the guard. “I wanna deal with this wise ass myself.” The guard left without question and Deacon started removing the handcuffs from Sam and Dean. “Is it over?” he asked.

“Not quite, it wasn’t Moody,” Dean answered.

“What? Who is it?”

Dean shrugged. “Some nurse named Glockner we think. Little sketchy on the details. Anyway, I’ve got a bone to pick with you.”

“What’d I do? Was I too rough on you or something? I had to make it look real.”

“Not me, my boyfriend Liam.”

“Your boyfriend? Now that’s a surprise. Does your dad know?”

“Yeah, and he doesn’t like it, but I don’t fucking care. Back to my point. You people put him with someone who beat the crap out of him and raped him. What the fucking hell?”

Deacon lowered his shoulders and frowned. “Dean, that wasn’t my idea. His intake papers said he needed taught a lesson. He assaulted the arresting officers and mouthed off to several others. You probably should’ve left him out of this one. I couldn’t give him special treatment.”

“Believe me, I tried to leave him out. He’s stubborn as hell and he outsmarted me somehow. But that’s not something you do to a human being.”

“Dean, we can argue about this all night and you can stay here, or you can go. Your boyfriend is in the car waiting for you. Because of my promise to you and how things went, my record is gonna read that I did something incredibly stupid and left an inmate unattended in a van. No one knows he’s gone right now because he’s supposed to be at the hospital, but they’ll figure it out soon and this place will be locked down tight, too tight for you to leave.”

“Yeah, we gotta get out now,” Sam urged.

“But we don’t know enough about this nurse yet,” Dean argued.

“Oh, I almost forgot, your lawyer left this for you,” Deacon pulled an envelope out of his jacket and handed it to Dean.

“I am freaking velvety smooth,” Dean smirked and opened it.

“Care to share with the class?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, it looks like Nurse Glockner bought it shortly after Moody in the old cell block. There was an inmate uprising and she got caught up in it. She got her bashed in.”

“Does it say where she’s buried?”

“Yep.”

“Okay you two,” Deacon pulled the cover off a vent. “Get out of here. I want this thing out of my prison.”

“Where do you want it?” Dean asked.

Deacon gave a little smile and pointed to his cheek. “Make it look real, son.”

Dean slugged him as hard as he could, and he and Sam haled ass into the open vent. It took them outside where the Impala was waiting. Dean peaked into the back seat and sighed in relief when he saw Liam lying there. “You alive back there?” he asked as he pulled open the driver’s side door.

“Yeah,” Liam croaked.

“Good, let’s get out of here.”

Just as they got into the car sirens went off and red lights started flashing. Dean started the engine and raced off. Dean drove to the cemetery and they got out and changed into normal clothes in a hurry before grabbing shovels. “We gotta do this quick in case they talk to your lawyer,” Sam said.

“I thought she couldn’t say anything.”

“Dean, privilege doesn’t apply in this case.”

“Oh, that’s freaking super!” Dean growled. “It would be really nice if we had a third shovel, but somebody’s mouth got their ribs broken.”

“Shut up,” Liam snapped as he followed them into the cemetery.

They found the right grave and Dean handed Liam the flashlight. “Hold that so we can see what we’re doing.”

Liam took the flashlight and held it steady while the brothers started digging. Eventually they reached the coffin and opened it. Sam poured salt and then lighter fluid on the corpse. Dean handed Liam a matchbook. “You wanted in on this so badly. You do the honors.”

With a little smile Liam lit a match and dropped it into the coffin. The corpse went up in flames and they watched it burn. When the fire was out they headed back to the car. “You know we’re screwed right?” Sam said as he got into the passenger side.

“I know,” Dean nodded.

“Liam needs medical attention, but we can’t get him any.”

“I’m aware of that too, Sam,” Dean said as he fired up the Impala and drove off.
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