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Hunting Humanity VIII	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“You know, I actually kinda missed this place, missed the kids,” Dean commented to Liam one night when they were getting ready for bed. “I spent most of my life having no home, and now, in a way, I’ve got two rooms that are mine. Of course, I have to share them.”

Liam raised an eyebrow. “Would you like me to move out then?”

“Hell no,” Dean shook his head as he grabbed Liam and pulled him close just after the blond took his shirt off and tossed it to the floor. “I got so used to you sleeping right next to me that while you were gone I couldn’t really sleep. I don’t mind sharing with you, or listening to you snore.”

Liam let Dean pull him in close enough so that their bare chests were touching, his arms wrapping around Dean. “I do not snore.”

“Not very loud, but yeah, you do. And I missed it.”

“Did you miss this too?” Liam smirked and moved to nibble at the base of Dean’s throat while gripping his ass.

“Oh yeah,” Dean answered, his fingertips lightly brushing down Liam’s spine.

Liam unbuttoned Dean’s jeans, and helped him take them off. Then his hand went to his lover’s crotch and started rubbing him through his boxers. “I missed this too.”

Dean let out a deep, soft groan at the attention, an erection quickly forming. “You are persuasive. Just remember, young ears, try to keep quiet,” Dean said as he helped Liam off with his jeans and boxers.

“Let’s see you keep quiet,” Liam pushed Dean down on the bed on his back. Then he yanked Dean’s boxers off and moved to kneel between his mate’s legs. He took Dean’s cock in his hands and gave it a slow stroke, causing another moan to escape Dean. Then his tongue snaked out and circled the tip before slipping it into his mouth a little ways.

With a smirk the blond reached for the bottle of lube in the nightstand drawer and squirted a bunch into his hand. He made long slow strokes to slick Dean up before standing and straddling Dean’s hips, lowering himself into position. Very slowly he impaled himself on Dean’s cock, letting out a breathy little moan. When his ass was pressed against Dean’s hips he took his hands and ran them up Dean’s chest before leaning over and placing a heated kiss on his lips.

Dean gazed up at him with a soft smile, lightly brushing his cheek before kissing him again. Liam began to move his hips up and down, gasping when he felt Dean’s hand wrap around his own cock. Their eyes locked, and the sound of heavy breathing filled the room.

Dean pulled Liam down and his lips brushed against the front of the blond’s neck before biting softly and taking a nipple between his fingers to gently squeeze. “Oh, fuck yes!” Liam breathed, and his fingers dug into Dean’s sides.

Dean grabbed Liam and rolled them both over, his hips pounding into his lover at a frantic pace while he claimed the blond’s mouth in a deep kiss. Liam squeezed the invader inside him, arching his back and pressing against his lover while he gasped for breath.

“Oh, god,” Dean moaned just before he slammed into Liam and tilted his head back as his climax hit him. He kept stroking Liam, who minutes later bit his lip and whimpered as he spilled himself all over both of them.

Dean collapsed on top of Liam, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. “I can never get enough of that.” With a soft smile he kissed Liam tenderly. “And I really do love you.”

“I love you too,” Liam smiled back and ran his fingers through Dean’s hair. “And I really enjoyed that.”

“Come here,” Dean pulled Liam in as close as possible and just lay with him until they were both fast asleep.

The next morning Dean got up and slipped into some clothes before heading down to the kitchen. Sam was on his laptop drinking a cup of coffee. “Morning,” Dean greeted his brother while he went to grab a cup of his own.

“Morning,” Sam echoed back.

Dean sat across from him at the table. “So, how are things?”

Sam shrugged. “Not too bad. I’ve been enjoying spending time with the kids. While they’re asleep Natalie and I have a little bit of a dialogue going on.”

“Yeah, I noticed you’re still sleeping in her room with her. That’s good, right?”

“It’s good, yeah. This is just a little bit of a rough patch I think, and we’re figuring it out.”

“That’s good. I think if Liam didn’t come with us I’d have a tough time with him too. Of course, we still have a little bit of friction once in a while. I guess that’s a relationship.”

“Yeah, so anyway, I got something that's gonna get us back on the road.”

“A case?”

“Yeah.”

“You really want to do that? We’ve been home for five days, and things are going good. Why would you want to leave again?”

“Dean, as tempting as it can be sometimes to just stay here, we do still have a job to do. We should be out there doing what we do best. You want to listen at least? Okay, great. Taxidermist named Max Alexander mysteriously crushed to death. Nearly every joint in his body dislocated, every bone broken. Poor guy is a human pretzel. You tell me what's got that kind of strength.”

“A demonic luchador?”

“Shop's a couple hours away in Enid, Oklahoma. We should at least check it out. Unless there's some reason you think we shouldn't.”

“I’ll go wake Liam. We’re gonna want breakfast and a shower first.”

They got going as soon as they could and parked outside the taxidermy shop in suits. The first thing they noticed were the words ‘die scum’ painted on the wall in red paint. “Subtle,” Dean commented.

“Check that out,” Sam pointed to a little paw print symbol in the M and took a picture of it with his phone.

Inside stuffed animals of all sorts were everywhere. Dean looked around. “Well, the creep factor just skyrocketed.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” the sheriff came out from the back.

“How are you? Agents Michaels, Griffeth, and Deville,” Sam introduced them while they took out their badges.

“The body's already been to the morgue. Just wrapping it up with Dave Stephens. He's the one who discovered the body. Such a shame. I used to go hunting with Max. He was a real good egg.”

“Sorry for your loss,” Dean said.

“Thanks.”

“You mind showing my partners around? I just got a couple questions for Mr. Stephens.”

“Okay. Come on,” the sheriff motioned and Sam and Liam followed him.

Dean approached the man. “Dave Stephens? I just got a couple questions for you if that's all right.”

“I'll tell you whatever you need to know. Max was a real pal.”

“Hunting buddy?”

“Yeah.”

“Eh, lucky guess. So, uh, about what time did you discover the body?”

“About nine am, my usual pickup time. I come in every Wednesday and Sundays, uh, to collect the entrails.”

“The what?”

“The animal organs. After Max would, uh, dig them out and work his magic. He, uh, he was a real artist, you know? Strange thing is, though, uh, bins were empty this morning.”

“Why is that strange?”

“Well, because it's a Sunday. Weekend hunts are pretty much a given in this neck of the woods, so they're usually chock full of guts.”

“Any chance Max could have cleaned them out himself?”

“No. It's a bio hazard. You can't just, you know, throw the stuff out. You got to burn it.”

“Huh.” The sheriff came back with Sam and Liam. “Is there, uh, anything else missing from the shop?”

The sheriff shook his head. “No. The register was full, and the safe was intact. And all of Max's trophies were still on the walls.”

“And was there anybody else here when you showed up?”

“No one,” Dave answered. “No, other than, uh...” he looked over to where someone was putting a leash on a German Shepherd. “The Colonel.”

“Excuse us,” Dean motioned for Sam and Liam to follow him over to a corner.

“So?” Sam looked to his brother.

“Okay, so, uh... we got a thief who's jonesing for animal parts, we got a pagan symbol, and we got a human pretzel.”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, it all sounds very witch-y, but I wasn't able to find a hex bag.”

“Not exactly a victim that conjures up much sympathy in me though,” Liam said while looking around.

Dean patted his shoulder. “Yeah, well, can’t pick the victims. He was creepy, but I don’t think he deserved to die like he did. Alright, well, let's keep digging.” He looked up at a stuffed owl. “But, uh, not here. I don't like the way that one's looking at me.”

They went to a motel and Sam started doing research on his laptop. “Okay, uh, that symbol in the graffiti, it's not wiccan. It's copywritten. Local animal rights group, Enid's answer to PETA.”

Sam turned the laptop around so Dean and Liam could see. “S.N.A.R.T.? You got to be kidding me,” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Well, it makes sense that an animal rights group would have an axe to grind with a taxidermist.”

“Why? The animal's already dead. What?” he said when Liam gave him a sharp look.

“Yeah, but hunters are what keep them in business,” Sam pointed out. “Now the question is, are those bleeding hearts actually witches or just hippies?”

They tracked the owners of the group to a vegan bakery, and went to pay them a little visit. “Always knew I'd find the source of all evil at a vegan bakery,” Dean commented.

“What's that smell?” Sam asked.

“Patchouli. Yeah, mixed with depression from meat deprivation,” Dean answered.

They spotted two people serving behind the counter wearing sunglasses. They approached them. “Olivia and Dylan Camrose?” Sam asked as they pulled out FBI badges.

“At your service,” Olivia answered.

“You two are members of S.N.A.R.T.?” Dean asked.

“Founders and co presidents, actually,” Olivia answered. “Uh, can we interest you in some literature?”

“Or a flaxseed scone?” Dylan offered. “It's wheat free, gluten free, sugar free, and surprisingly moist.”

“Let me stop you right there,” Dean made a little motion with his hand. “Uh, we're here to investigate the death of Max Alexander, a local taxidermist.”

“He’s dead?” Olivia seemed surprised.

“You knew him?”

“Ish. Um... small town.”

“Well, he was murdered last night, and a S.N.A.R.T. logo was found at the crime scene. You two wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?” Sam asked.

The two looked at each other and invited the men to sit with them at a table. “His business is funded by hunters, and you know how hunters are. They're selfish dicks who define themselves by what they kill,” Dylan said.

“And as animal advocates, we couldn't stand for that,” Olivia added.

“So, you killed him?” Sam accused.

“Of course not. S.N.A.R.T. doesn't tolerate violence,” Olivia insisted.

“Huh. This coming from a couple who spray paints death threats,” Dean pointed out.

“It was a scare tactic. We just wanted to spook him,” Dylan got a little defensive.

“Turns out we were the ones who got spooked,” Olivia revealed.

“What does that mean?” Sam asked.

“Well, last night, when we were tagging the joint, we heard this noise,” Olivia explained. “It freaked us out, so we ran out into the alley.”

“But someone attacked us,” Dylan finished.

“Sprayed us in the eyes with mace.”

“And it's not like we could go to the cops.”

“So, now we look like total douchebags because we have to wear our sunglasses inside.” They took off their sunglasses to reveal blotchy red marks around their eyes.

They went back to the motel for a little more research. “Necrosis?” Dean raised an eyebrow while he fetched himself another beer.

Sam nodded from behind his laptop. “Premature death of tissues, that's why their eyes were all messed up. And it's not caused by mace.”

“Alright. What caused it?” Dean walked over to look.

“Right here. Blunt force, radiation, venom.”

“As in snake?”

The taxidermist was constricted. Olivia and Dylan heard hissing, and they were sprayed in the eyes by venom.”

“Okay, so... What are we talking here, some sort of a freaky ass snake monster?”

“Maybe. The weird thing is snakes either envenom or constrict. No snake does both.”

“Correction, freaky ass mega snake monster.”

Sam chuckled. “It could be a vetala.”

“Yeah, but they're not afraid to sink their fangs in. Taxidermist was bite free. It doesn't really fit the profile.”

“Right. So...?”

“So, call Kevin. Have him look some stuff up.”

The next day there was another murder at the animal shelter. “Claw marks?” Dean commented as the body was wheeled out.

Sam nodded. “Yeah. The cops said all the cats went missing.”

“Aww, poor kitties,” Liam frowned.

Dean stopped and looked at him. “You’re an animal lover, aren’t you?”

Liam raised an eyebrow. “You just now figured that out? I like animals better than most people. Animals don’t lie to you.”

Dean started walking through the kennels again. “Right, so, yesterday, uh, we're dealing with some sort of a snake monster. Today, it's a killer kitty.”

“I don't know,” Sam sighed.

Dean paused in front of German Shepherd. “Why does that mutt look familiar?”

Sam read the papers attached to the kennel. “That was the taxidermist's dog.”

“So, he's been at both crime scenes? Maybe he's a suspect. You know...” he went quiet as an officer walked past. “Could be a skinwalker, maybe a shapeshifter.”

“Doesn't really look like a monster to me,” Sam commented.

Dean pulled a silver dollar out of his pocket. “One way to find out. Come here, boy. Hey. This isn't gonna hurt at all. Unless it hurts.” He touched the dog behind the ear and there was no reaction.

“I guess we can, uh, rule out killer,” Sam said.

The sheriff walked over to them and the dog started barking. “Do you agents need any further assistance?” He took his hat off and the dog went quiet.

“Officer, I think we're okay. Thanks,” Sam assured him.

“All right, well, let me know.” The sheriff put his hat back on and the dog started barking again.

“Okay, so, the Colonel's not a suspect,” Sam said.

“Yeah, but he's a witness,” Dean knelt down in front of the dog. “Hey, boy. You speak sign language?”

“That's monkeys,” Sam shook his head. Then he took out his phone. “You know what? This is gonna sound crazy. I read this book once about this guy who tried to teach his dog to speak after it witnessed a murder.”

“It worked?” Dean was surprised.

“No.”

“But he wrote a book about it?”

“Yeah, well, he doesn't have what we have.” He called Kevin. “Kevin. Hey, it's me. How do we speak to a dog?”

“Now we just need to spring this dog,” Dean looked down at the Colonel.

Liam eyed the woman behind the desk. “Leave that to me,” he walked off.

They took the dog back to the motel and the brothers sat at a table while Sam mixed some stuff together. “They seriously just let you take the dog?” Dean looked over to Liam on the bed. “No questions asked?”

“Hey, as you’ve witnessed yourself, I can be very persuasive. I’ve had a lot of practice at um, pouring on the charm and tugging heart strings as you say.”

Dean turned back to his brother. “This is an Inuit spell?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah. Who knew the, uh, Men of Letters had its own Eskimo section?”

“And it's supposed to let us communicate with The Colonel?”

Sam plucked a hair from the dog and put it into the bowl. “Yeah, well... that's the plan. Kevin said it's like a sort of a human/animal mind meld.”

“Meaning?”

“If it works, we should be able to read The Colonel's thoughts.” He finished and poured the contents into a glass.

“All right, I'll do it,” Dean took the glass. “You got enough on your plate.”

“Like what?”

“Uh, like... you're tired. You're on the mend. Okay? Plus, you've got a sensitive stomach. Last thing we need is you chucking this stuff up. Huh?” Sam rolled his eyes while Dean eyed the liquid. “Doesn't look so bad.” He downed it one gulp. “I was wrong. Come on.” Sam handed him the book and he read the incantation. “Alright. Let's get this party started,” he looked at the Colonel. “Tell me everything you know. What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Tough crowd.”

“I don’t know about you two, but I’m a little hungry,” Liam spoke up. “And a little horny.”

“When are you not horny?” Sam mused.

“Can’t think of any specific examples at the moment, but I’m sure there are times,” Liam stuck his tongue out.

“Well, horny I can’t help you with right now,” Dean said. “But we can order some food.”

They ordered some Chinese and started to eat. “Spell tasted like ass and was a bust,” Dean frowned.

“At least it didn't affect your appetite. Jeez,” Sam commented.

Dean paused for a second and turned to the dog. “What?”

“What?” Sam was confused.

“Shut up. It's working! Say that again. Dennis DeYoung's not a punk. He's Mr. Roboto, bitch.”

“Why are you arguing with the dog about Styx?” Sam asked.

“Uh, yeah. Um, hey, boy. What were you trying to tell us about Cowboy Hat? And the pothead, too?”

“Ask about the cats,” Sam prodded as he threw a balled up wrapper into the garbage.”

“Yeah, uh...” Dean picked the wrapper up and put it back in front of Sam. “And what about the cats?”

Sam picked the wrapper back up. “I don't want this. So, what's he saying?” Sam threw the wrapper again.

Dean retrieved the wrapper again. “Uh, that the guy, he smelled like ground chuck and soap suds and old lady cream.”

Sam picked up the wrapper again. “Dean, what are you doing?”

Dean started scratching behind his ear. “I don't know. Oh, what are you laughing at?” he looked at the dog.

A mail truck pulled up and the dog started barking. Dean also jumped up and started yelling at the mailman through the window. Liam started laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe, then he fell off the bed. “What’s he laughing at?” Dean turned around.

“Uh, Dean...” Sam looked at his brother. “I think the spell worked. Fact, I think it worked a little too well. I think you might be a dog.”

“What?” Dean sat back down at the table.

“You're scratching your head. You're... barking at the mailman. You're playing fetch.”

Sam threw the food wrapper again. “I...” Dean made a motion toward it again but restrained himself and made a little whimpering noise.

“Do I need to buy a dog training book?” Liam commented when he picked himself up off the floor.

“Shut up,” Dean growled at him. “Just for that comment, no sex for you tonight.”

“Yeah, I’m into a lot of kinky things, but bestiality is not one of them I’m afraid.”

Sam picked up the phone to call Kevin. “Yeah. No, that... okay. Alright. Thanks.” Sam hung up. “So, apparently, the Inuit spell has some side effects.”

Dean grumbled. “Oh, well, that would have been nice to know before I downed it! What kind of side effects?”

“When you mind meld with an animal, it's possible to start exhibiting some of its behavior.”

“Well, how long am I gonna have the urge to… Oh, whoa. Hey. I don't have the urge to sniff butts.”

“Well, Kevin doesn't know how long it'll last. It's not like it's an exact science, you know? But hopefully, when the spell wears off, so will the side effects.”

They decided to head back to the shelter to see what more they could find out. “Alright, one more doggy pun out of you, and I'm gonna have your nuts clipped,” Dean griped at The Colonel.

“This is too weird,” Liam shook his head.

A glop of pigeon crap fell on the windshield. “Aw, are you kidding me?” Dean whined. “Hey, dick move, pigeon!” He paused a minute. “Wait a minute. Can I hear all animals?”

“What's he saying?” Sam asked.

“You... he's being a douchebag! Oh, shut it, you winged rat!”

Sam looked around at all the people staring. “Dude. Just calm down. Just get in the car.”

Dean pulled his gun and aimed at the pigeon. “Oh, that's it, you son of a bitch!”

“Dean!” Sam grabbed Dean’s arm and pulled it down. “Get in the car.”

Dean got into the passenger seat and Sam drove while both the dog and Dean stuck their heads out of the window during the ride. “This will wear off soon, right?” Liam asked.

“It’s supposed to,” Sam said as he parked the car. “I think it's probably best to just leave The Colonel in the car.”

“Excuse me?” that seemed to upset Dean a little.

“Well, all the windows are open.”

“You think we like that?”

“We?”

“You think because the windows are open that that's some sort of a treat, huh? No, the dog's coming in.” Dean opened the car door for the dog, then his attention was caught by a poodle. He stared at her until Liam smacked him in the back of the head. “Ow! What was that for?”

“Eyes on this ass please,” Liam motioned to himself as they headed inside.

They went to the back and Sam and Liam stood by the door while Dean tried to talk to the dogs. “Any luck?” Sam asked after a few minutes.

Dean sighed. “Hardly. And I'm not getting any clues, just a bunch of complaints.” He then turned toward a Yorkie. “Yeah, uh, sorry, pal. I'm done for the day. What? Are you kidding me? I'm being extorted by a dog. Well, what do you want, huh? What? Beggin' strips? Snausages?” Dean then looked up at Sam. “He says he saw everything, but will only talk if you give him a belly rub.”

“What? Fine, whatever.” Sam moved to pick the dog up into his arms and started scratching his belly.

“Okay, what else can you tell me about the guy other than his outfit?” Dean asked. “What does he want with the cats? Ew.”

“What?” Sam asked.

“Apparently, our guy has a sweet tooth for kitty cats. Okay, what did it say? Hey, come on. We had a deal.” Dean looked to his brother who had stopped scratching the dog. “Sam.”

“Hand cramp.”

“He's not talking.” Sam sighed and resumed scratching the dog. “Well, no wonder he smelled like hamburgers and dish soap. We got to go downtown. Apparently our guy works at a restaurant.”

They left the shelter and headed to the restaurant. “I thought life was weird before,” Liam sighed. “Now we’re following a lead from a dog.”

“Yeah, well...” Dean said as he picked the lock open. “Honestly, who can afford to be closed on Monday these days?”

“A homicidal maniac?” Sam guessed. “Check this out,” he shined his flashlight on a picture of a guy wearing a cowboy hat sharpening a knife. “Chef Leo. Think he's our guy?”

Dean shrugged. “It's Okie town. Lots of dudes wear cowboy hats.”

Sam found a desk and opened a drawer. “Whoa. Oxycodone, tramadol, methadone.”

“Hmm. Guess he likes to cook comfortably numb.”

“Yeah, apparently.”

Dean stopped for a second. “Did you hear that? Sounded like little kids.” He lifted a sheet off a cage to reveal four mice. “Eat you?” He turned to look in the refrigerator behind him. “Hey. Owl brains. Cheetah liver. Grizzly heart.”

Sam was going through a book. “I found a spell book. Shamanism.”

“Well, what's a chef doing dabbling with witchcraft?”

“It says here whatever animal organ you ingest with the right mix of hoodoo and spices, you temporarily gain the power of that animal. So, okay, if you're munching on owl brains...”

“Your head spins around like ‘The Exorcist’?”

“Close. Bolsters your IQ. Okay, eat a cheetah liver for speed, bear heart for strength.”

“I think I’m gonna be a little sick,” Liam groaned.

Dean patted his shoulder. “Okay, so if he's chowing down on this stuff...”

“Then it would make sense why he constricted the taxidermist and clawed the guy at the shelter. Look at this,” Sam pulled out some cards. “Lion liver plus eagle heart. Rattlesnake fangs plus anaconda bladder. Baboon brains plus black widow abdomen. He's mixing ingredients.”

“What the hell for?”

They heard a noise in the other room and they drew their guns to go check it out. When they saw a chef mixing ingredients together they hid the guns. “Who the hell are you?” the chef asked.

“We're from the health department. Stopped by for an inspection,” Sam answered.

“I wasn't aware we had one scheduled.”

“Yeah, no, you wouldn't be,” Dean said. “That's the point. Besides, I thought you were closed.”

“We are. Chef's having a private dinner. In fact, he'll be here any minute.”

“Oh. Well, then. In that case, kitchen's shut down.”

“Shut down? Why?”

“Because, uh, you're in clear violation of penal code 8.14,” Sam answered.

“Out. Come on. Get out. We'll let you know,” Dean urged the chef away and he left. He turned to his brother. “Alright. I'll take the front with Liam. You take the back.”

“Do we even know how to kill this guy?” Sam asked.

Dean looked at his gun. “Well, empty one of these in his head. See what that does.”

Dean and Liam searched the front, then went to find Sam. They found him unconscious on the floor, Chef Leo standing over him sharpening a knife. “Why does it smell like dog in here?” He turned around to see the two men. “That smell's coming from you.”

Dean took a shot but the chef dodged it, then threw a kitchen machete which stuck to the wall right beside Dean. Liam jumped on him from behind and tried to twist his neck, but was thrown off and his head smacked into a counter knocking him out. Dean went for him, but was punched and dazed. The chef took a cord and wrapped it around his neck, tying him to a post. “All dogs should be leashed.”

“What did you do to my brother?” Dean demanded.

“Your brother? What was your mom smoking when she had you two? He's fine. He's just taking a little cat nap before dinner. I've never had human heart before. Heard it's a bit chewy. Good job I'm not a fussy eater.”

“You’re sick.”

“Been told that once or twice.”

“No. Not in the head. I, uh, well, you are that, too, but I mean sick like cancer.”

“Well, I guess dogs really can sniff it out. Stage four carcinoma.”

“Huh. So that's why you're doing this. What happened? Draw the short straw, decided to break bad?”

“See, when I was diagnosed, I was way past standard treatment. No one could save me. But then with the help of a Pawnee shaman and a zoo membership, I found a cure, albeit a temporary one. Cancer always came back.”

“You start experimenting with different organs, huh? Traded in the single serving for a combo platter.”

“Well, what can I say? Combination therapy works. I felt stronger, and the effects lasted longer.”

“And if you smoke a few innocent people in the process, well, hell, at least you felt better.”

“Well, I didn't mean to kill anyone... at first. But if people got in my way, they became collateral damage. Guess you eat enough predators, you start to become one. You are what you eat, right?” he laughed.

“Do you really think the power you hold over other people's lives can make up for what you lack in your own?”

“So, dog boy, what do I need to eat to take you down, huh?” Chef Leo opened an ice chest.

“You don't want to do this.”

“Oh, but I do want to do this. See, I'm gonna kill you and your friend, work up a nice appetite, and then I'm gonna eat your brother. I mean, I don't know what the hell he is, but with healing powers like that, who cares? He could cure me.”

A shot suddenly rang out and Chef Leo fell with a hole in his forehead. Dean looked to Liam on the ground who was holding his gun. “Nice timing. You okay?”

“I think so. My head hurts and I can’t see straight, but I’ve been hurt worse.”

Liam helped Dean untie himself, and then Dean ran over to his brother on the floor and started shaking him. “Hey. For the love of God, Sammy. Hey, Sammy. Zeke. Whoever the hell you are. Hey. Come on. Don't make me lick your damn face. Hey.” After a minute or two Sam opened his eyes and groaned. Dean helped him up.

They decided to give the Colonel to the animal rights people since they couldn’t take him with them. Dean went in with the dog while Sam and Liam waited by the car. “How did it go?” Sam asked when Dean came back out.

“Well, bad news is I'm gonna miss the flea bag. Good news is it looks like the spell is finally wearing off. You okay? The Stetson man got you pretty good.”

“Yeah, I'm fine. I just, uh... I can't stop thinking about what he said.”

“Oh, come on, Sammy. Guy was out of his freaking gourd.”

“Yeah, but, I mean, why would he ask that? Why did he want to know what I was?”

“Who the hell knows? He was all jacked up on juice, you know? He was possessed by something he couldn't control. It was... It was a matter of time before it completely took over. You can't reason with crazy, right?”

“I don't know.”

“Well, I do. Trust me, Sam. You got nothing to worry about.”
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