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Hunting Humanity IX	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam, Natalie, Liam, and Dean were sitting at the dinner table after dinner, Liam looking extremely annoyed and upset. “Don’t mean to pry, but something going on?” Sam asked after several moments of tense silence.

“No,” Dean shook his head just as his phone could be heard beeping in the living room.

“Then why won’t you let me see what you’re doing on your phone?” Liam glared daggers at him. “If you’re not doing anything you shouldn’t, what are you afraid I’ll find?”

Dean sighed. “I know you have your issues, but does privacy mean nothing to you? I trust you and don’t pry, even when you stay up late on your laptop.”

“I’ve never picked up a barmaid,” Liam grumbled. “Not to mention I know you’re talking to someone, but it can’t be case related because we haven’t gone anywhere. It’s been a week, and you’re hiding your phone from me.”

“That does seem pretty suspicious,” Natalie agreed with Liam. “If it’s really nothing, then just let him take a quick look so he can feel better.”

There was another beep and Liam tried to dart to go grab the phone, but Dean caught him by the arm. “Not so fast. Okay, I will tell you, it’s probably time, but you have to promise me that you’ll remain calm. Can you do that?”

Liam’s breath caught in his throat. “You saying that means it’s something bad.”

Dean took Liam’s hand and gave it a little squeeze. “It is and it isn’t. Just please promise me your head won’t explode.”

“Oh, you’re a dead man,” Sam had gotten up to get Dean’s phone and was looking at it. “And we’ll probably need a closed casket.”

“Sammy,” Dean growled and had to grab Liam again so he didn’t run to go look too. Then he had to dodge a hit and restrain his husband’s hand. “Thank you so much for freaking him out. Babe, take a breath, and let me explain.”

Liam was shaking with emotion. “You’ve got two minutes.”

Dean tried to think of his words carefully. “I was… Okay, you’ll be pissed at this, but I found like an online version of those supposedly true Penthouse stories, and I was reading them. Hey, I still enjoy it, and… Does it really matter where I get my appetite as long as I always come to you for a meal?”

The blond’s eyes narrowed. “Yeah, it kinda does matter. I don’t turn you on? You’re just using me?”

“No, I’m not using you!” Dean was getting a little irritated. “Plenty of very happily married men enjoy a little adult entertainment that’s all look and no touch. It’s just that you… Anyway, back to the topic at hand, I read something that caught my eye. A guy was bragging that he’d had the best screw of his life, and all he had to do was sign away his soul.”

“Demon prostitution?” Sam wondered out loud.

“Exactly what I was thinking,” Dean nodded. “It’s a case.”

“And you’ve been trying to track it down?” Liam was calming down slightly.

“Exactly.”

“So why the secrecy?” Liam demanded. “You’ve never done that with a potential case before.”

Dean took a deep breath. “Because I knew you weren’t going to like how I tracked them down. I did what the guy said he did. I put up a profile on this dating app that I knew would draw the right attention.”

Liam’s eyes darkened. “You what?”

“Babe, I’m not actually planning to date anyone. It’s bait.”

Sam put Dean’s phone on the table. “From the little bit of the conversation I read, very convincing adult content bait.”

Dean shot his brother a glare. “You’re not helping. It had to be convincing. I’m telling you both now because I’m pretty sure I’ve been chatting with one of the prostitutes, and it’s time to go meet her.”

Liam deflated and looked away, on the verge of tears. “You started having steamy chats with a prostitute, and you didn’t think to run it by me at least?”

Dean leaned back in his chair. “Like I said, I knew you weren’t gonna like it. If I would’ve told you then you would’ve gotten all crazy and insisted on looking over my shoulder for every chat and making comments.”

“Not wanting you to have chat sex with a prostitute is crazy?”

“Liam, it didn’t mean anything.”

“It means something to me!” Liam shouted. “You know how I feel, and yet you… Why not tell me and let me do it just in case it was something that mattered?”

Dean sighed and rubbed his face. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t let you do it because I didn’t think you’d be very good at flirting with a woman like that. You enjoy the male body. And the old me, who I was before I met you, was the perfect target.”

“You hid all this from me.”

“I’m telling you now. Believe me, this woman is nothing to me. I’d choose you over her any day. But if demons are running this prostitution ring...”

“Then we have to go stop them. Why do you do things that make it so hard for me to trust you?”

“Hey, I never hid who I am. I also tell you constantly how much I love you, and I show it in every way I can think of. I wish you would trust me more, though I understand that my one giant screw up makes that hard.”

“It does. I try to trust you, but...”

“I know. So, should I set up a date with Shaylene? I’m letting you know now that I’m going to have to meet her alone and play my part, but I’m asking you to trust me.”

“Why do you need to play a part?”

“I need her to ask me to sign over my soul to be sure I’ve got the right girl. Don’t worry, nothing major will happen before that. Can you handle this?”

Liam was quiet for a moment. “Okay, set something up. Just don’t ever do this again. If I had caught you talking to a woman like that with no explanation I… I don’t know what I would’ve done, but I’d be gone permanently.”

Dean kissed his forehead. “I’m sorry. I won’t make that mistake again.”

Dean arranged the date and they drove out to where she was. Dean parked the Impala at a steak house, and Sam and Liam were waiting in a rental car. “If I were you I wouldn’t like this either,” Sam tried to give Liam a sympathetic comment while they watched Dean go inside. “I don’t even really like it when Natalie talks to her male friends.”

“Natalie isn’t Dean,” Liam was tense. “I mean, she doesn’t have his past, his personality, or a history of screwing up.”

“I know. I’m the one who screwed up. I’m just trying to tell you that everyone has insecurities. Her friends, they have so much more to offer than I do.”

“Financially, maybe. It’s not often you come across a man who sacrifices having a normal life to save other people. And you’re not an asshole. You’re a good looking and intelligent man.”

“You’re short, but the same could be said about you.”

Liam snorted. “You think a giraffe is short.”

Sam chuckled at that. “I just mean you shouldn’t doubt yourself. Think of it this way. Yeah, Dean was completely straight until he met you. He underwent a huge change just for you. How many other people can say the same about their significant other?”

“I still get nervous that he’s gonna change his mind when he drools over women. Now he wants me to watch him be alone in a motel room with one he’s been exchanging naughty texts with.”

“It’s been almost nine years, and other than his little slip up one time, he hasn’t changed his mind about you yet.” He spotted a very attractive woman in a sexy blue dress walk in. “I think that’s her. Here we go.”

Liam exhaled sharply. “Yeah, here we go.”

It only took a few minutes before Dean came out with the woman, his arm around her waist and a big smile on his face. They followed him to a motel and watched them go in. “Remember, it’s just an act,” Sam reminded Liam.

“Sure it is,” Liam grumbled. “After this I really should go find some hot guy to make out with, show him how this feels.”

“That wouldn’t solve anything, and I know you’re smart enough to know that.”

It only took a few minutes for Dean to call them in. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with an unhappy looking woman. “The tall one is my brother, Sam, and the angry blond is my husband, Liam,” Dean introduced them.

“Husband?” she seemed very surprised. “When you told me you were married I thought...”

Dean gave a little shrug. “Can’t explain it, but he does it for me.”

They talked to her a little bit about what was going on, and then they had her call up the guy. Sam and Liam hid in the bathroom. A few minutes later a man came into the room. “How we doing? Everybody ready for a good time?” He pulled a blue piece of paper out of his pocket. “Okay. John Hancock right here. Then we can get this party started.” That was when Sam and Liam came out, and Dean pulled an angel blade. “Winchesters,” the man growled.

Dean looked up at the ceiling, drawing the demon’s attention to the devil’s trap painted up there. “She told us everything.”

“Abduction, forced prostitution, it's pretty gnarly, even for a demon,” Sam added.

The demon gave another little growl. “She's got her version, I've got mine.”

“Liar!” Shaylene cried.

Dean eyed the demon. “Let me guess, she came to you begging for you to pimp her out.”

“Yeah, because that Harvard degree was working out so well for her,” the demon shot back.

“Can’t argue with what’s on your phone,” Liam mumbled, still very irritated with the situation.

Dean let out a long sigh. “This was a job, please keep your personal feelings out of it and we’ll talk later.” Then he turned his attention back to the demon. “How many girls are there, hmm? How big is this?”

“Just me and Shay.”

“He's lying,” Shaylene spoke up. “There's a brothel. I heard him on the phone. They told me what you are, a demon from hell.”

“Beats trash from the street. Face it, Missy, without me, you would've been dead of drugs or worse in a year. Frankly, this little ho should be thanking me.” Shaylene grabbed the angel blade from Dean’s hand and stabbed the demon.

Dean blinked while he stared at the corpse on the floor. “Okay. Well, that just happened.”

“Yeah, and he was our best shot at the location of the brothel. Do you have any idea where it is?” Sam asked Shaylene?

“No, but um...” She knelt down and pulled a business card out of the demon’s pocket, handing it to Sam. “I saw him give these out at the bars.”

Sam looked it over. “At least it’s something to go on. Um, you probably want to get out of here. We’ll deal with the uh...” he motioned to the dead body.

She gave all of them an appreciative smile. “Thank you,” she mumbled before she hurried out.

“We should just go the address on the card here,” Sam ushered them out of the room.

“I can’t believe you got bitchy with someone we were trying to help,” Dean chided Liam as they headed back to the car.

“Dean,” Sam decided to help. “What if the shoe was on the other foot? Did you ever stop to think about that?”

“He doesn’t like women,” Dean didn’t get it.

“Let me be clearer,” Sam said as he got into the passenger seat of the car. “What if it was a gay male brothel? You’re not into men enough to swing that, and I certainly… Liam would’ve had to do it. How would you feel watching him put his hands all over some really hot guy while sucking face with him? Hell, how did you feel years ago when a cop that looked like a chiseled model brought him back to the motel in Chicago and Liam blurted that the guy had kissed him?”

Dean paused for a moment while he thought about it. “I really didn’t like it. But that wasn’t for a case, that was-”

“Does the reason matter?” Liam interrupted. “You shouldn’t have put me in the position. You could’ve found a single hunter buddy, but you were just that desperate to work a case that my feelings don’t matter!”

“Whoa there...” Dean was taken aback at the accusation. “Your feelings matter. I… I hear what you’re saying, and for what feels like the thousandth time, I’m sorry. You know me and getting restless. I never meant to upset you like this. But we really need to finish this case, and then we can go home and talk.”

“Fine,” Liam sighed and leaned back into the seat.

When they got to the address they went in ready for anything. It looked like they were in the right place, but what they found were two dead men on the floor, one of them lying in a puddle of black goo. Dean was disappointed. “Can't believe somebody got to kill this Raul tool before we could. Check ID’s.”

Sam knelt by the bodies to inspect them. “Uh, Dean, from the look and smell of it, pure demon here. I think this is Raul,” he motioned to the one in the goo.

Dean poured himself a drink at the bar. “What? Did he puke himself to death?”

“Looks like literally,” Liam wrinkled his nose with a disgusted look.

Dean thought it over. “Okay, so... Something went down here. There was a standoff. One demon smokes out and Raul... What can even kill a demon like this?”

Sam picked up a hex bag that was lying right by Raul’s hand. “Apparently a witch.”

Liam looked to Sam. “So we went from a demon sex trafficking problem to a witch problem?”

“Looks that way,” Sam nodded.

“Then we had better figure out just what we’re dealing with,” Liam said as he headed back to the car.

Sam got on his laptop as soon as he was settled in the passenger seat to do research. It didn’t take him long to find something. “Here we go. Um, so it looks like in the eitheenth century there were accounts of demons killed by witchcraft. Apparently they were vanquished by a spell called defigere et depurgare which is Latin for to bind and purge.”

“You think that's the same kind of spell that took out Raul?” Dean asked.

“Sounds like it. But from what I can tell, that spell hasn't been used in over three hundred years. And it was only ever known by one person, the witch who created it. Rowena.”

They caught wind of a strange death at a very fancy restaurant and decided to check it out. They put on the suits and Dean started questioning one of the waiters. “Middle of my shift there's Marty falling down, clutching his head, stroking out right there on the floor, sweating, turning red, like...”

“Like his brains were boiling? Was there anything else unusual?” Dean asked.

“More unusual than our head waiter dropping dead in front of me?”

“Before that.”

“I don't know, I mean I thought getting two hookers in here was pretty damn unusual, but that was before Marty keeled over.”

“Uh, two hookers?” that caught Dean’s attention.

“Based on what they were wearing, yeah.”

“Were they alone?”

“No. Came in with a lady.”

“Thank you for your time.” Dean left the waiter and headed over to a table where Liam was sitting with Sam who was on the phone.

“No, that is strange. Alright, I hear you. Thank you.”

Dean sat down with them. “So, it looks like our witch was here with two new friends.”

“Really?” Sam was a little surprised. “Raul's girls? What does she want with them?”

“I don't know. What'd you get from the Hunter network?”

“This guy Darrell's been working a case, a series of grisly hotel murders; one at the Kensington, another at the Waldorf in Cleveland, bodies stabbed, impaled on the ceiling.”

“Sounds a little more homicidal maniac than witchy.”

“That's what Darrell thought, too, until the autopsy came back. Actual cause of death-”

“Let me guess, boiled brains.”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, same as our waiter.”

“Well, I'll give this to the witch, she's got deep pockets. The Kensington, the Waldorf, this restaurant, that can't be cheap.”

“She probably killed instead of paying the bill,” Liam said. “The demon killing thing was cool, but nailing bodies to the ceiling, not so much.”

Sam got up from the table. “Yeah, well, we’re gonna find her. Let’s go check every five star hotel in town. She’s probably at one of them.”

The second hotel they ran into who they figured was Rowena with a gag in her mouth and the two hookers being escorted down the hall by two likely demons. As soon as they were close enough Dean stabbed the female demon with an angel blade. The witch and the girls ran while the male demon hit Sam. Liam slammed him against the wall and there was a flash before the demon fell dead. “Haven’t done that in a while,” he seemed pleased with himself.

They hurried after the witch and the girls. The girls were terrified. “Don't worry, ladies. Our beef's not with you,” Dean tried to assure them. “We're here for the witch. Rowena.”

Rowena seemed pleased to be called by name. “Always nice to be recognized.”

“Do something, a spell!” the blonde woman urged.

“That's an excellent idea.” Rowena placed a hex bag in her hand and uttered a few Latin words.

She suddenly bent over and screamed. “What did you do to her?” Dean demanded.

Rowena just laughed as the woman’s eyes turned red and blood was dripping from her nose. She snarled and punched Dean in the head and then leaped on Sam. Liam tried to help pull her off. “Go!” Sam shouted at Dean when Rowena and the other girl ran for it. Dean chased after them.

Sam and Liam continued to wrestle with the girl, and they eventually got her into a linen closet. It took both of them leaning against it to hold her in. “Let me out!” she screamed as she pounded.

“Whatever she did to you, you have to fight it,” Sam shouted back.

“I can’t!”

After a minute or so the banging stopped. They moved away from the door and Sam drew his gun and cautiously opened the door. The woman was stiff as a board, and pale white with blood coming from her eyes and nose. They had to jump out of the way as she fell to the ground.

They went to find Dean, finding him in the alley with none other than Cole. Both Sam and Liam pointed their guns at the man’s back. “Put them down,” Dean ordered. Cole turned to see them, and then took the gun in his hand and pointed it at Dean. “Cole, it's fine,” Dean tried to assure him.

“I think our definitions of fine are a little different,” Liam kept his gun aimed.

“Babe, we were just talking. Put it down!” With a sigh Liam lowered the gun and Sam followed suit. Dean turned his attention back to Cole who seemed confused. “See, everything’s cool.”

“How can I believe you, huh? My whole life, I've been...”

“I get it. That was your story. Look, man, I got one of those too. Okay, but those stories that we tell to keep us going? Man, sometimes they blind us. They take us to dark places, the kind of place where I might beat the crap out of a good man just for the fun of it. The people who love me, they pulled me back from that edge. Cole, once you touch that darkness... It never goes away. Now, the truth is... I'm past saving. I know how my story ends. It's at the edge of a blade or the barrel of a gun. So, the question is, is that gonna be today? That gonna be that gun?”

“You've got a family, Cole,” Sam tried to help. Cole turned to face him. “I heard you on the phone that night. I'm guessing they need you to come back, and they need you to come back whole.”

With a few tears spilling out of his eyes Cole handed Dean back his gun. “That was the right decision,” Liam gave him a little nod.

Dean filled his companions in as Cole left. “So, Rowena is in the wind,” Sam shoved his hands into his pockets. “What you said earlier, back there, about being past saving, were you really…?”

“I was just telling the guy what he needed to hear.”

“Really?” Liam raised an eyebrow. “Because with you it’s hard to tell. You hide things from us, telling yourself it’s for our own good.”

Dean grabbed Liam by the shoulders. Liam tensed, but didn’t fight him. “Listen to me carefully. I really did think I was a lost cause before you came along. You saved me. Whoever sent that cupid, man, they did me one hell of a favor. I didn’t think so at the time, but you… I know you’re pissed about what I did. I know you have doubts sometimes about my feelings. But sweetheart, with all the crap I’ve been through, I would be extremely broken if you weren’t there to fix me. I need you.”

Liam relaxed a little and leaned in to kiss his husband. “I need you too.”

“Does this mean you’re not mad anymore?”

“Oh, I’m still mad, just not as mad.”

“Okay, well, we should get out of here.”
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