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Hunting Humanity IV	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1064 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Natalie was acting a little irritable one night at dinner. “Something wrong?” Sam asked.

“Just hateful and ignorant people,” she sighed. “I posted last night on the Facebook new parent group about how my partner’s brother and his boyfriend have been such a great help with John when they are around. And really you guys, you have been a tremendous help. But this woman, she felt the need educate me on the dangers of leaving my infant son alone with gay men.”

“What?” Dean’s eyes went wide. “What does she think, that just because I enjoy sex with another adult man that I’m some cock crazed freak that’s gonna molest a baby?”

“That’s exactly what she thinks, hence my foul mood today. Don’t worry, my mood isn’t because I think she’s right. I know neither of you would ever hurt John. You both love him to death. What just really gets my goat is that in this day and age there are people who still think like that.”

Liam shrugged and took a bite of pasta. “It’s not near as bad is used to be, but I think there will always be ignorant people around. The real sad thing here is that woman will teach her child the same hate. Natalie, don’t let her ruin your day. Now, if I am right, it is bath time for John, and it is my turn to bathe him and put him to bed. I will have to see him naked, but rest assured, I will try and control myself,” Liam laughed as he took his plate to the sink and headed upstairs.

“I think I found us a case,” Sam said as he too got up and started loading the dishwasher.

“I’m listening,” Dean handed his plate and fork over.

“Alliance, Nebraska, some couple came home to find something had clawed the babysitter’s brains out.”

“Huh,” Dean bit his lip as he opened the freezer to get some ice cream. “Damn it, out of cookie dough. Hmm, Liam has some coconut fudge left. I really want ice cream, but do I dare delve into the land of weird taste?”

“Dean, if the ice cream company makes it and the store sells it then Liam is not the only person that likes it. Try a bite and decide. A bite won’t kill you.”

“Not a bad idea,” Dean nodded and grabbed a spoon. He took out a small bit and put it in his mouth for a taste, pondering it a bit. “I’m not used to coconut in my ice cream, but all in all, not bad,” he said as he reached for a bowl and started scooping some out. “When John is sound asleep I’ll tell Liam to start packing so we can leave in the morning.”

“I really don’t like this odd feeling I’ve got,” Liam said as they headed into the morgue the morning after they arrived.

“What feeling is that?” Dean asked.

“This job is gonna make me want to slit my wrists.”

Dean paused a moment. “That’s a very dark feeling to have. Babe, you okay?”

Liam shrugged. “That’s just what my gut is telling me.”

They went into the morgue as FBI and greeted the doctor. “Gentlemen. What brings you by?”

“We need to see Amber Freer's body,” Sam said.

“Really? What for?” the doctor asked.

“The police report said something clawed through her skull?” Dean looked at him.

The doctor blinked at them. “You didn't read the autopsy report that I emailed out this morning?”

“We had, uh, server issues,” Sam gave a sheepish grin.

The doctor motioned for them to follow and he pulled out the young woman’s body. “When they brought her in, we thought she was attacked by a wolf or something. But we were wrong.” He picked up a plastic bag and showed them the contents. “It's a press on nail. We found it in her temporal lobe.”

Dean blinked. “Wait, are you saying that she did this to herself?”

“Uh huh,” the doctor nodded. “She scratched her brains out. It'd take hours, and it'd hurt like hell, but sure, it's possible.”

“How?” Dean’s eyebrows furrowed.

The doctor shrugged. “Pick your acronym. OCD, PCP. It all spells crazy. My guess, some kind of phantom itch. I mean, an extreme case, but... “

“Thanks, doc,” Sam nodded.

Their next stop was the house where the young woman was found. Sam sat in the living room asking the parents odd questions while Dean and Liam snooped a bit. “Whatcha looking for?” the kid, Jimmy, asked from the kitchen table.

“Don't know yet,” Dean gave him a little smile and walked up to him. “It's, uh, Jimmy, right?” Jimmy nodded. “So, Amber was your babysitter?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Yeah, most of my babysitters sucked. Did you, uh, you see anything strange that night?”

“No, Sir,” Jimmy shook his head.

“You sure about that?” Dean asked.

“I would tell you if I knew something. I promise. One hundred percent. Cross my heart.”

Liam knelt down in front of the kid. “Come on now, Jimmy. You can tell us anything. We won’t tell your parents. Maybe you were just playing a joke and didn’t mean to hurt her.”

“How’d you know?” Jimmy looked shocked.

Liam chuckled. “Believe it or not I was a kid once too. You wouldn’t believe some of the stunts I pulled. Takes one to know one. Now, what did you do? Come on, you need to fess up here.”

Jimmy gave them a packet of itching powder. “Kid said he put this on the babysitter's hairbrush,” Dean told Sam on the way out.

Sam shook his head. “Dean, there's no way itching powder made that girl scratch her brains out. It's just ground up maple seeds.”

“If you have any other theories, I'm open to them,” Dean said as he got in the car.

Sam’s phone rang and he answered it. When he hung up he turned to Dean and Liam. “We got another body.”

They drove to the hospital and went up to the room just as the body was being removed. “What happened?” Liam asked.

“Guy got electrocuted,” the doctor answered.

“Any idea how?” Dean asked.

“Eh, maybe a loose wire or a piece of equipment shorted out. So far we haven't found anything.”

“Witnesses?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, guy in there, Mr. Stanley,” the doctor pointed to an old man sitting in a chair by the window. “He says he saw it, but he's not making a lick of sense. Senile.”

They approached the old man who was staring out the window. “Um, Mr. Stanley?” Sam addressed him.

Mr, Stanley looked at them. “It was just a joke. I didn't know it would really work.”

“What would work?” Dean asked.

Mr. Stanley held out his hand with a joy buzzer in it. “All I did was shake his hand.”

They took the joy buzzer from him and went and bought a large uncooked ham before going back to the motel. Dean slipped on gloves and touched the buzzer to the ham. It sizzled and eventually turned black. “What the hell?” Sam raised an eyebrow. “That crap isn't supposed to work.”

“This thing doesn't even have batteries,” Dean held it up.

“So, what? Are we looking at cursed objects?” Liam asked, holding his stomach.

“Maybe there's a powerful witch in town,” Dean suggested. “Babe, you okay?”

“No,” Liam shook his head. “This hard ball in the pit of my stomach keeps getting harder and now has jagged edges.”

“Maybe you’re just really hungry?” Dean suggested.

“More like I’m gonna throw up.”

Dean sighed and turned to his brother. “Is there any link between the, uh, the joy buzzer and the itching powder?”

“They were both bought from the same store,” Sam answered.

They went to the joke shop, but came up empty. Then they caught wind of a guy who had all his teeth ripped out. They went back to the hospital so Sam could look into it. “What's up with Toothless? Cavity creeps get a hold of him?” Dean asked Sam when he was done.

Sam sighed. “Yeah. Close. He wrote up a description. Five foot ten, three hundred fifty pounds, wings, and a pink tutu. Said it was the tooth fairy.”

“So, he's obviously whacked out on painkillers,” Dean chuckled.

“Maybe,” Sam shrugged. “Whatever it was got past locked doors and windows without triggering the alarm.”

“Come on. Tooth fairy?” Dean shot his brother a look.

“And it left thirty two quarters underneath his pillow. One for each tooth.”

Dean sighed. “Well, I did some digging. I will see your crazy and raise you some. There's a couple of kids upstairs with stomach ulcers, say they got it from mixing Pop Rocks and Coke. Another guy...his face...froze that way.”

“What way?” Sam asked.

Dean looked around before pulling out the sides of his mouth and crossing his eyes. “He, uh, held it too long, and it stuck. They're flying in a plastic surgeon.”

Sam sighed. “So, I mean, if you add all that up... I got nothing.”

“I thought sea monkeys were real,” Dean confessed.

“They are. They're brine shrimp,” Sam gave him a funny look.

“No, I mean like in the ads. You know, like the sea monkey wife cooks the pot roast for the sea monkey husband, and the sea monkey kids play with the dog in a sea monkey castle. I mean, I was six, but I believed it.”

Liam shrugged. “I was raised to believe in fairies and leprechauns. I tried to find the end of a rainbow once when I was four, got really lost for a few days. I thought if I could find the pot of gold I could wish my dad all better. Talk about your pipe dream… Got several broken ribs and pneumonia for my trouble.”

Dean patted him on the shoulder. “That was a nice thought. Maybe that's the connection though. The tooth fairy, the Pop Rocks and Coke, the joy buzzer that shocks you, they're all lies that kids believe.”

Sam nodded. “And now they're coming true. Okay, so whatever's doing this is reshaping reality. It has the powers of a god. Or… of a trickster.”

“Yeah,” Dean snorted. “With the sense of humor of a nine year old.”

Liam suddenly doubled over and cried out, clutching his stomach. “Babe, what?” Dean looked very concerned.

“Pain,” Liam whimpered. “Like I got ten swords going through my gut.”

“Okay,” Dean looked around. “Something is probably wrong here. I think maybe we should take you down to the ER.”

Liam nodded and let himself be led in to be seen. All kinds of tests were done, including a CT scan. After four hours the doctor came in. “Well, Mr. Coleman, your entire gastrointestinal tract is showing major inflammation, but we just cannot seem to locate a cause. All I can really do at this point is refer you to a family doctor and discharge you with a little something for nausea. I mean, it could be just stress, so if there’s any of that in your life try and relieve it a little with breathing exercises and the like. Try to stick to bland low fat foods and rest is all I can tell you. Hope it clears up for you.”

Liam sighed. “There’s four hours of my life I can never get back.”

“I think it’s this case,” Dean took his hand. “You went in with a very bad and very dark feeling, and you just keep getting worse the more we uncover. Maybe we should take you back to the motel and just let you rest and stay out of it.”

Liam nodded. “Maybe.”

While Liam was signing discharge papers Dean dragged Sam out into the hall. “Dude, Astiratu knows something we don’t, and it’s making him very physically ill. Seeing as how he barely flinched at an archangel, I gotta tell you, that scares the fuck out of me.”

“Me too,” Sam agreed. “But we’re knee deep in it now. The only thing Astiratu truly fears is God Himself. You don’t think…?”

“That God is playing childish pranks? Doesn’t seem likely, but you never know.”

They took Liam back to the motel and put him to bed. Sam pulled out a map and made a little red X at every incident. “Um, tooth fairy attack was here, Pop Rocks and Coke was here, then you've got itching powder, face freeze, and joy buzzer, all located within a two-mile radius.”

Dean examined the map. “So, we got a blast zone of weird, and inside, fantasy becomes reality. And what's the A bomb at its center?”

“Four acres of farmland and a house,” Sam answered.

“Alright,” Dean turned to Liam. “You stay here and rest. We’re gonna go check out that house.”

“Okay,” Liam nodded. “I don’t suppose it’s asking too much to shoot me in the head before you go?”

“Liam...” Dean sighed. “Happy and pleasant thoughts, okay?”

They left and Dean returned about an hour later. “Well?” Liam looked at him.”

“Somehow a kid is doing it.”

Liam suddenly raced to the bathroom and began vomiting in the toilet. Dean went to check on him. “Oh, god, is that blood?”

“Looks like it,” Liam wiped his mouth, shaking a little. “But the doctor says I’m fine.”

“Back to bed. I think this case just might kill you at this rate.”

Sam came back about two hours later. “How’s the patient?” Sam asked.

“When I told him it was a kid he vomited blood,” Dean frowned. “It’s like his worst nightmare is coming true.”

“Well, dug up what I could on Jesse Turner. It's not much. Uh, B student, won last year's Pinewood Derby. But get this. Jesse was adopted. His birth records are sealed.”

“So, you unsealed them, and?”

“There's no father listed, but Jesse's biological mom is named Julia Wright. She lives in Elk Creek, on the other side of the state.”

Dean turned to Liam. “Babe, will you be okay here if we take a little trip for the day?”

“I don’t know,” Liam sighed. “My guts have turned against me. Sitting, lying down in every position possible, nothing helps.”

Dean moved to kiss his forehead. “I’m sorry you don’t feel well. I really wish there was something I could do for you. Just keep sipping the Gatorade because you need fluids and stuff in your system, okay? We’ll be back tonight. I love you.”

They visited the mother and found out something very disturbing. The mother had been possessed the entire pregnancy and had been a virgin. They returned to the motel to find Castiel sitting on the bed beside Liam. “What are you doing?” Dean asked. “Please tell me you’re healing him.”

“Something like that. It's lucky you found the boy.”

“Oh, yeah, real lucky,” Dean sighed. “What do we do with him?”

“Kill him,” Castiel said simply. “This child is half demon and half human, but it's far more powerful than either. Other cultures call this hybrid cambion or katako. You know him as the antichrist.”

“Half demon like I was?” Sam asked.

“No,” Castiel shook his head. “You were born human and then twisted. This child was born this way.”

“So, Jesse is the devil's son?” Sam looked confused.

Castiel sighed. “No, of course not. Your bible gets more wrong than it does right. The antichrist is not Lucifer's child. It's just demon spawn. But it is one of the devil's greatest weapons in the war against heaven.”

“Well, if Jesse's a demonic howitzer, then what the hell's he doing in Nebraska?” Dean asked.

“The demons lost him. They can't find him. But they're looking.”

“And they lost him because?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Because of the child's power. It hides him from both angels and demons. For now.”

“So he's got, like, a force field around him. Well, that's great. Problem solved.”

Castiel sighed again. “With Lucifer risen, this child grows strong. Soon he will do more than just make a few toys come to life, something that will draw the demons to him. The demons will find this child. Lucifer will twist this boy to his purpose. And then, with a word, this child will destroy the Host of Heaven. We cannot allow that to happen.”

“Wait,” Sam held a hand up. “We're the good guys. We don't just kill children!”

“Okay,” Dean sighed. “Hey, look, we are not going to kill him. Alright? But we can't leave Jesse here either. We know that. So, we take him to Bobby's. He'll know what to do.”

“You'll kidnap him?” Castiel raised an eyebrow. “What is going on in this town, it's what happens when this thing is happy. You cannot imagine what it will do if it's angry. Besides, how will you hold him? With a thought, he could be halfway around the world.”

Dean took a deep breath. “So we… Wait, where’s Liam?” Dean poked his head outside. “And where’s my car?”

Castiel grinned a little. “One very good thing that can be said about Astiratu, he will do what must be done, regardless of personal feeling.”

“He knew, didn’t he?” Dean glared at the angel.

“Most likely,” Castiel nodded. “He’s done this song and dance before. The dread was what made him sick.”

“What do we do now?” Sam threw his hands up.

Dean sighed and sat on the bed. “Unless you think we can run at super speed, I don’t think there’s much we can do. We could rent a car, but by the time we go through the process we won’t get there in time. This just blows.”

“I understand the innate instinct to protect a child,” Castiel said. “That is what demons count on when they create spawn like this. You humans have a saying that war is hell. Well, this is a war.”

“But this is a little too cruel, don’t you think?” Sam shot Castiel a glare. “We talked to Jesse. He seemed like a normal and fairly happy kid. To just flat out kill him now before he’s even done anything...”

“Like killing two people?” Castiel pointed out.

“He didn’t know he was doing it,” Sam argued.

“Think of what he can do when he does know he’s doing it.”

Liam returned and leaned against the door frame. “Please tell me you had a change of heart,” Dean looked at him.

“Really don’t wanna talk about it,” Liam mumbled and then vomited blood and bile again before sinking to the floor and sobbing.

Dean got up to go to him. “Dean...” Sam shot him a look. “He just killed a kid!”

Dean sighed. “And if he was a cold blooded bitch about it that would be one thing, but look at him. The dread made him violently physically sick, and now he’s clearly really torn up.” Dean helped Liam off the floor and over to the bed. “I know you hate it, and I’m sorry,” Dean stroked his hair.

Castiel approached. “Good job, soldier. Rest now.” He touched Liam’s forehead and the blond was out like a light. Then the angel was gone.

When Liam woke Dean was packing. “Morning, Babe, you feel any better?”

“A little,” Liam sat up.

“Good enough for a little breakfast?”

“No.”

“What do you remember of last night?”

“I met Castiel. After that it’s a blank. Is the case solved?”

“Yeah. The kid just needed his powers bound,” Dean lied. “Time to go home. There’s just one stop I wanna make first.”

Once they were all packed up they went to the morgue. Dean told Liam to stay in the car and relax while he and Sam went in. “Any more bodies turn up?” Dean asked the doctor.

“Yeah, actually,” the doctor nodded. “Jesse Turner’s parents found him bright and early this morning. All signs point to him falling down the stairs and breaking his neck, but I don’t know...”

“Something off?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, the neck break is a little too perfect. It’s too clean. It looks more like something done by someone who was trained in special ops.”

“So, it was like instant lights out?” Dean asked.

“Yeah,” the doctor nodded. “If this was foul play the kid never knew what hit him. I can’t imagine what an assassin like that would want with this kid, but it was either a tragic accident that went just right, or someone who really knew what they were doing. The police combed the place and found no trace of anything that shouldn’t be there. I don’t know what to tell you gentleman. I need to do a little more investigating.”

“Alright, thank you,” Dean nodded. “We’ll be in touch.”

Dean motioned for Sam to follow him out. “At least the kid didn’t suffer. Liam made it instant and painless lights out.”

“He shouldn’t have done it at all,” Sam sighed.

“I don’t know, maybe Cas was right. Maybe we let our emotions get in the way. I just know we can’t punish Liam for it. He did his job and doesn’t remember it, but he still feels sick over it.”
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