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Hunting Humanity VII	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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They were having dinner when Dean held out a tablet with an article on it to show Liam. “See. This says psychologists agree that part of a healthy relationship is that each person has their own individual interests. It’s important to have personal growth and not lose yourself in the other person.”

Natalie raised an eyebrow. “Dean, you know what the rule is regarding technology at the dinner table.”

Dean sighed. “I was just… He...”

Liam shook his head. “You’re not helping yourself anyway. Having my life absorbed by work sounds like a bad thing then.”

Dean grumbled and set the tablet on the counter. “Yeah, but we talked about that too.”

Dean’s phone rang and Natalie shook her head. “Let it go to voicemail and you can check it after we eat. I don’t like to lord it over you, but you do live and eat here for free, so please follow the rules.”

Dean nodded and finished his dinner before going out to the sitting room to check his phone. He came back a few minutes later. “Um, John, buddy, why don’t you go play in your room until bath time?” The little boy looked to Sam who gave him a nod before running upstairs. Dean waited until he was out of ear shot. “Look, there’s something I didn’t tell you guys. In Purgatory I met this vampire, Benny. He saved my life. He’s a lot like Liam was.”

“Does this have anything to do with the phone call?” Sam asked.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Um, he was actually the one who showed me the escape hatch so I could come back. His only condition was that I smuggled him back with me. That phone call was him. He needs help.”

“With?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“He didn’t give me a lot of details. All he really said was he took on a bunch of his own kind and he’s hurt pretty bad and needs assistance.”

Sam sighed. “Why don’t you just take Liam for this one? I’ve got an appointment day after tomorrow with the lawyer handling the custody case. I shouldn’t miss that. Also, I’m trying to find the tablet, so...”

“Okay,” Dean nodded. “Liam, you up for the job?”

Liam shrugged. “I guess. Can it wait until morning, or do we have to leave now?”

“I’d like to leave now.”

Liam took his plate to the sink. “I thought I was your special vampire.”

“You were, but in case you haven’t noticed, you’re not exactly a vampire anymore. Now you’re my special human,” he brushed Liam’s hair as he passed and planted a little kiss on his cheek.

They made the long drive to Washington, taking turns driving so they didn’t have to stop. Liam didn’t like that much, but he went along with it. They arrived at a dock and Dean parked beside a truck. He poked around the truck, finding a cooler of blood in the back. “I see you’ve got him on the same rules,” Liam commented.

“He did this on his own,” Dean said as he looked around. “On the phone he said something about a fuel barge,” Dean pointed to a large ship. They boarded the fuel barge and found Benny of the floor leaning against the wall. “Benny? Not looking good.”

Benny chuckled. “Up yours.” Dean gave him the cooler and turned his back while Benny drank. After a little rest Benny got up to get himself cleaned up. “I thought you’d come alone. Who’s this?” he motioned to Liam.

Dean put an arm around Liam. “This is Liam. Liam, this is Benny.”

Benny smiled. “Nice to be able to put the name with a face,” the vampire held out his hand.

Liam shook it. “He talked about me with you?”

“When we weren’t busy fighting off monsters, yeah. You’re the odd duck who stole his heart and made him question his sexuality. Anyway, thank you, brother,” Benny turned to Dean.

“Benny, what's going on?” Dean asked.

“Oh, your work here is done, Dean. You already saved the day. You know, I got my, uh, deal, and you got, what'd you call it? A family business?”

“Benny. What's going on?” Dean repeated.

Benny shook his head. “You and that whole friend thing, man. Well, it's good to know you're still dumb as ever.”

Dean shrugged. “Yeah, well, some things never change. Now, why are you getting into machete fights with your own kind?”

“Quentin, the one I came for? We were in the same nest. I'm hunting the vampire who turned me, my maker.”

“I killed my maker,” Liam commented. “So, I’m down with that.”

Benny chuckled. “Yeah, Dean told me lots about you. He said you were devious about it too, planned the whole thing out perfectly.”

Liam smirked. “The jackass never saw it coming. I’ll tell you now though, it didn’t feel as good as I thought it would. I felt a little better, sure, but I wasn’t truly ever really happy again until Dean fixed me.”

“Well, your maker didn’t kill you. Quentin and I went way back, one of the old man's favorites, next to me, it turns out.”

Dean picked up a notebook. “Listen to this. Age of Aquarius II, 0800, and then there's some other numbers all crossed out. Some other weird names here, too, the Big Mermaid, Solitaire, it's all crossed out, except this one, the Lucky Myra.”

“Yachts. Names of yachts,” Benny told him and took the notebook to set it down.

Dean looked at him. “So, then these are launch times. And what, destinations?”

“Except none of them ever get there. The Lucky Myra left yesterday afternoon. I guarantee you it's already been hit.”

“What do you mean, hit?” Dean asked.

“Boarded, burned, and buried at sea. My nest, that's how we fed... How we always fed. We kept a tight little fleet, maybe a half-dozen boats. Nothing ostentatious, just pleasure craft. I must have circled the Americas ten times during my tour. A few of us would act as stringers and patrol the harbors looking for the right size target, fat, rich yachts going to far off ports. Take down the boat's name and destination, radio it to the crew in the water. And then we just, uh... let the ocean swallow up all our sins.”

Dean shook his head. “Vampire pirates? That's what you guys are?”

Liam raised an eyebrow. “So, actually, you’re not that much like me. I only stayed with my maker a year to learn what I needed to know. We were actually celebrating our one year anniversary when I lopped off his head.”

“Then you are stronger than I, but I assure you I’ve changed.”

“Alright, so, your maker is set up to feed around here, right?” Dean interrupted. “Well, what are we looking for?”

“Well, he likes to live in style. He usually rents legitimately. Always remote, always coastal.”

Dean picked up a piece of paper and unfolded it. “So an island, maybe? You got a cable bill here. Quentin's got the NFL package. Prentiss Island. Heard of it?”

“Oh, yeah,” Benny nodded.

They got into the car and started driving. “Yeah, so, if you were your maker's favorite, why did he kill you?” Dean asked.

“When you get turned, it's like you're reborn into a vampire nest. Your maker, he means everything to you. I mean, you really start believing he's God. Now, if your maker happens to believe the same thing, well...” He took out another blood bag and started drinking from it.

“I hated my maker’s guts from day one,” Liam commented from the backseat. “He was a self entitled jackass and every time he touched me it made my skin crawl.”

Benny chuckled. “Yeah, I can tell by looking at you you’re a strong one that doesn’t take crap. I’m completely hetero myself, but I can see your appeal. Anyway, our father, he was a jealous god. He kept the family together but kept us apart from the rest of the world, always at sea. I always did what was best for the nest till I met her. Andrea. Andrea Kormos. Beautiful. I mean, words don't even cut it, you know? Greek heiress.”

“Come on,” Dean looked surprised.

“She was sailing a forty two foot sloop to the Canary Islands. Now, I should have called her boat's destination in to my crew, but instead, I joined her on it.”

Dean laughed. “Seriously? Was Fabio on the cover of that paperback?”

“My life changed when she entered it, Dean. Everything I had been or done up to that point just seemed to vanish into what we had become together. I mean... We found it, man. Eventually, we settled in Louisiana. And then one night, we were coming home, and the old man, he was just there. Quentin, Sorento, my oldest nestmates. It was only that night I understood what a crime it was to him, me leaving him. They pinned me down, and they beheaded me. The last thing I saw was the old man tearing out Andrea's throat.”

Dean turned to his friend for a brief moment. “Well, that's what payback's all about, am I right?”

“Docks are up ahead. Should be able to find a dinghy to use.”

They borrowed a little motor boat to take them out to the island. Dean tied the boat up and they headed into the woods. Dean pulled out a machete and Liam grabbed his silver knife. “Whoa, that’s some piece of hardware you got,” Benny commented when he saw it. “Looks like silver.”

Liam nodded. “Yeah, and ingrained with dead man’s blood. You really do not want me to stick you with this thing.”

“Certainly not, but please, stick my old nest mates.”

“With pleasure.”

They found an impressive looking house and broke in. Benny started looking around. Liam heard something and motioned toward the stairs. “Time to move, Benny,” Dean and Liam slipped into another room to hide.

“The old man's harpsichord,” Benny didn’t seem to hear them. He then picked up a picture of a woman. “No.”

The woman, Andrea, then came down the stairs. “Benny?” she looked shocked.

“Andrea.”

Three male vampires came into the room then and attacked Benny while Liam and Dean just listened from their hiding spot. Dean made a silent motion to Liam. Liam nodded and they started stalking the halls looking for any lone vampires and killing them.

Liam found his way to a room where he heard a familiar voice. “But, Benny, I don't let things go.”

Liam boldly entered the room, silver knife in hand. “Should’ve known you were behind this, Casper.”

Casper smirked. “Well, this really is a night for reunions, isn’t it? The wayward child and the ungrateful brother who killed my father. Oh, Liam, it’s been so long. Our father gave you everything, and not only did you kill him in his own bed, but you burned down the house with all of us in it.”

Liam shrugged. “I’d say I was sorry, but I’m really not.”

Casper tilted his head. “And by the sound of things you managed to throw away your gift. You never were very bright.”

“Some people would disagree. Torching the house with all of you asleep inside it, that was a giant symbolic fuck you in case you didn’t understand the gesture.”

“Oh, the gesture was received loud and clear. Those of us who survived your gesture, we scattered. I suppose maybe I should thank you because I have my own family now.”

“Super,” Liam held up a thumb. “In order to thank me I’d like you to hold real still while Benny here decapitates you.”

Casper shook his head. “You really think I would do that?”

Liam held up his bloody knife. “We can do it the hard way too. Makes no never mind to me. I’ve already got three of your children personally, and my partner is around here somewhere hunting the rest down like dogs.”

Casper motioned to Serano, who lunged at Liam. They fought, and Liam kicked Serano’s knees out from under him and grabbed his hair to hack off his head. Liam tossed the head to floor. “Gee, that was hard,” he said sarcastically. He turned to Benny, who was free of his handcuffs. “This is your mission, and I won’t take that from you.”

“Much obliged,” Benny nodded and took out a knife Andrea had given him.

A few minutes later Liam and Benny came down the stairs and Andrea was waiting for them. Benny took her hand. “The old man is dead. Let's go.”

“Where, Benny?” she asked.

“What are you talking about? Anywhere. You're not leaving here, are you? And you never were.”

“We have everything we need right here. The operation is still perfect. We can ride the high seas, plunder together. We can have the life we always wanted.”

“What I wanted was to leave a burning crater behind. I wanted to put your memory to rest.”

“But I'm not a memory. Benny, I'm right here.”

Benny shook his head. “What I loved, it ain't here anymore. It was snuffed out a long time ago by monsters like me... like what you've become.”

“You think you're better than me now?”

“No. I think we're all damned.”

Andrea snarled and her fangs descended. Dean stabbed her from behind and cut off her head. “The place clear?” Liam asked.

“Yeah, pretty sure,” Dean nodded.

They walked back out to the boat to head to the main land. “Why'd you do it, Dean?” Benny asked.

“Do what?”

“Resurrect me. You could have drained my soul into any culvert, and no one would have been the wiser.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Hey, you good?”

“Man, I don't know what I am.”

They reached the dock and tied the boat up where they found it. Liam turned to Benny. “Well, sorry things didn’t turn out exactly as you’d hoped, but uh, nice meeting you, I guess.”

“Yeah, you too,” Benny shook his hand and walked off.

“Well, what do you want to do now?” Dean asked Liam.

“I want to get a room and get some proper sleep for one. Then I wanna go home.”

A little over two weeks later Sam, Natalie, Dean, and Liam sat in a Delaware courtroom with their attorney. Becky was across from them with her representation as well. Miranda Nelson was called to the stand. “State your name and credentials for the court please,” the judge directed.

“My name is Miranda Nelson. I am a social worker with Delaware Child Services. I was appointed by this court to investigate the homes of both Mr. Winchester and Ms. Rosen to determine which household would be better for the child, Nathan Rosen.”

“And what were your findings?”

“Well, first I visited Mr. Winchester. While his home seemed a bit crowded, everything was in order and neat. Their older son seemed to be well cared for. I interviewed the older child as well as all the adults in the home. I found no major red flags. There was a rather troubling accusation made against Ms. Rosen though.”

“Go on,” the judge urged her.

“During my conversation with Liam Quinn, he brought up a book series. Apparently Mr. Winchester and his brother know the author, and their names and likenesses were used for the main characters in these books. Mr. Quinn said Ms. Rosen is a very big fan of these books, and seems to see Mr. Winchester as the actual book character, meaning she has trouble separating reality from fantasy. Naturally, when I visited Ms. Rosen I investigated this. It would seem that there is validity to the accusation. Ms. Rosen spoke of Mr. Winchester as if he was in fact a monster hunter as he is portrayed in the books. To add to that, I saw signs of minor neglect of the child. The child’s clothing was not cleaned. The child was kept in a playpen during the entire investigation, and not much attention was given to him. Ms. Rosen did not keep very good medical records for the child, so I have no idea whether he has been receiving adequate medical care. A babysitter I spoke to told me the child often has diaper rash, which may be caused by the child’s diaper not being changed often enough given the frequency of it. These were all concerns brought up by members of the Winchester family, and I believe they had a right to be concerned. And so, it is my official recommendation that custody be given to Mr. Winchester.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Nelson. You may step down. Mr. Winchester, will you please take the stand?”

“Of course,” Sam looked a little confused, but got up from his chair and walked to the stand and took a seat.

The judge looked at him. “I would like to hear more about these books you star in.”

“Um, well, Chuck Shurley, he is an acquaintance of ours. Years ago he had some weird dreams and decided to turn it into a book series. I guess he thought my brother and I would make great monster hunters because he used our names and everything for the characters in the books.”

“Did you know he was using your names?”

“No, we didn’t. We hadn’t seen him for a long time when my brother, Liam, and I got bored one day and headed into a comic shop to look around. We found the books and I picked one up out of curiosity. I was pretty shocked to see my own name in print, as well as some details about my life. The book said the author was Carver Edlund, but we did some digging and found Chuck.”

“And you didn’t pursue any legal action against your acquaintance for using you in such a way?”

“No. I mean, I guess we could have, but that would’ve involved lawyers, and court appearances, and legal fees… We might have found it worth it if he had made a fortune off the books or something, but it only has a small cult following, so...”

“And that following includes Ms. Rosen?”

“Yes. We first met Ms. Rosen while she was dating Chuck. I guess somehow she found out we were real people because we got this text from Chuck saying he was in trouble and needed help. We decided to go help him and the address in the text led us to this hotel. As it turned out, Ms. Rosen had gotten a hold of Chuck’s phone and sent the text as a ploy to meet us. There was a convention for the book series at the hotel. The very first thing Ms. Rosen did was put her hand on my chest. I asked her to please quit touching me, and she refused. At that point Liam stepped in and removed her hand from my person for me.”

“Did the conception of the child in question happen at this convention?”

“No. That is a whole other very messy story.”

“And I am very interested in hearing it.”

“Well, for a while now my brother and I have made it a point to take a yearly trip to Vegas for a week. During said trip almost two years ago now I decided I wanted to go hiking in the desert alone. I happened to run into Ms. Rosen. I tried to politely brush her off, but she was very persistent. I sat down to eat, and she sat with me and kind of forced her company on me. I honestly believe she slipped something into my food or drink when I wasn’t looking because the next thing I remember is waking up tied to the bed in her parents’ fishing cabin three days later.”

“You don’t remember anything that happened during those three days?”

“Honestly, no, nothing. I woke up with her sitting next to me. I tried to get her to untie me and let me go, but she wouldn’t. Instead she video called someone about being out of something and she needed more. She left me there to go get it, and that is when my brother and his partner came to my rescue. They said they tracked me down with my phone’s GPS.”

“Guy said the love potion would only work if you already loved me deep down!” Becky blurted out. “I wasn’t… I thought...”

“Ms. Rosen, please!” the judge chided her. “And young lady, you do realize you just confessed to at the very least assault, if not sexual assault.”

“What?” Becky looked confused and scared.

“Whatever this love potion was, your words pretty clearly confirm that you did slip him something. That is assault. And as I understand it,” he flipped through some papers, “paternity for the child in question was established through a DNA test. That is undeniable proof that some sort of sexual activity happened between you and Mr. Winchester during those three days he has no memory of due to this love potion as you called it. Since he was under the influence of something he could not consent to sexual activity.”

Liam leaned over to whisper in Dean’s ear. “Not the brightest bulb in the shed, is she?” Dean chuckled softly and shook his head.

“Usually, the custody cases I see are difficult. This is the easiest case I’ve seen all year. My ruling is that custody of Nathan James Rosen goes to his father, Sam Winchester. And, Ms. Rosen, I assure you that the transcript of this court proceeding containing your confession is going to be delivered to the District Attorney. Mr. Winchester, even though it is very likely in my opinion that Ms. Rosen will be spending quite a bit of time in prison, are you willing to work out a visitation schedule?”

Sam nodded. “Of course, your honor. Despite my personal feelings toward her, she is his mother.”

“Very well. Try to work something out on your own, and if you can’t, we’ll have another hearing. That is all.”

They left the courtroom and got into the car. “Wow, just… wow...” Dean laughed. “She was actually stupid enough to admit in a courtroom in front of a judge that she drugged and raped you. Seriously, how thick can you get?”

Sam shrugged. “She’s not all there, and she doesn’t think before she opens her mouth. Personally, I just wanted to win custody and have it all over and done with, but whatever.”

They drove to Becky’s apartment and Sam knocked on the door. “What?” she answered it looking very upset.

“Um, I want my child that I just won custody of,” Sam answered.

Becky motioned for them to come in. “I guess this will affect how much child support I get.”

“Uh, yeah,” Sam nodded. “You won’t be getting any.”

“What? But I can’t afford this apartment without that!”

Sam shrugged. “Not my problem. Technically, since I am now the custodial parent, I could come after you for child support. Don’t worry, I’m not going to. Natalie and I already discussed it, and we don’t need anything from you. All I want is for you to pack up things and hand him over.”

“You want his things too?”

“Uh, yeah. His clothes and toys would helpful.”

“Who would have thought you would be such an asshole,” Becky grumbled as she started packing up Nathan’s things.

Sam blinked. “Not my fault you’re a friggen lunatic.”

“I thought it would be awesome to have your child, even if I didn’t get to keep you. It’s really not awesome because you’re a dick about it.”

Sam sighed. “Call me names all you want, it doesn’t change the cold hard facts. You… I don’t even want to get into it.”

“Do you realize I haven’t been to the fandom boards in months? Having to deal with you like this has killed my love of Supernatural!”

“Sorry reality killed your fantasy. You put yourself in this situation. I certainly had no say it. If it wasn’t for that love potion I would have never…”

Becky handed Sam a big garbage bag with everything. “Here. Just take him. You ruined all the fun of having him anyway.”

Sam shot his brother a look while Liam picked Nathan up out of his playpen and Dean started folding the playpen up to take. “Come on, little man,” Liam cooed at Nathan. “You get to go live with Daddy now.”

They got everything in the car and started driving home. “You know, I’ve been thinking,” Natalie said from the backseat. “Our house is kind of crowded, and each child really should have their own room. What do you think about moving to a bigger house?”

Sam shrugged. “It’s your house, and you’re the one with the money. A lot of money, more than I ever even dreamed you had if the papers you gave to the court are any indication.”

She sighed. “Sam, this is one of those times I want a partner here. I want your opinion.”

Sam thought about it a moment. “Well, while the house we live in now has sentimental value because it’s the first real home I’ve ever had, a bigger house is not a terrible idea.”

“Good because I set up an appointment to look a place Friday morning. I want you to go with me to see it because I want your opinion. I can’t find a suitable place that has land like we’ve got now, but this place has a little over an acre and looks really nice on the website. It has six bedrooms, with each bedroom having its own private bathroom, and then there’s a guest bathroom. It’s got a pool, which will need fenced in with small children running around, but that’s not an issue.”

“What does your dad think about all this?” Sam asked.

“He wants to stay where he is, but he thinks it’s a good idea for me to move with my growing family. He’ll just have to hire more help to take care of the place and him. He’s willing to do that. That house is the one he bought with my mother after they got married and all, so...”

Sam nodded. “Well, I don’t like the idea of leaving your dad all alone, but it can’t hurt to at least go look at the place you found I guess.”
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