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Hunting Humanity	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1867 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Sam paced the room while Liam searched in his old lover’s journal. “Are you finding anything?” he asked. “Cuz we gotta get Dean’s spirit back in his body.”

‘No shit,’ Liam thought to himself as he read through the chicken scratch. "Summoning a spirit, but he's already here," he sighed and turned the page. "Astral projection, but again, not the problem. There's lots in here about vampires..." That wasn't too concerning since Jason had been helping him. "Sealing a demon inside a body. We don't wanna do that. Banishing spirits, don't wanna do that either." So far the journal wasn't yielding much. "Don't worry, Dean, I'll keep looking." Had anyone ever dealt with anything like this before? "Ummm... summoning a spirit into a dead body?"

“Dead?” Sam raised an eyebrow at that. “Can you elaborate a little on that?” he asked as he leaned in to look at the book with Liam.

Liam showed Sam the page with the chicken scratch about reanimating dead bodies. "Apparently, if a body has been dead less than five minutes, you can summon the spirit back to it and bring the person back to life." He wondered when and why his former lover had acquired this information. There was no hunt he could remember when the information would have been pertinent. There was a large symbol in the middle of the page that was pictured on a man's chest. Under it was a list of ingredients and a spell in some dead ancient language. "Is it too crazy?" he wondered out loud. If they were to go this route, they would actually have to kill Dean. If it didn't work, well, there went all hope. Jason's information was generally pretty good, but was it worth the risk?

“No, it’s not,” Sam answered to Liam’s surprise. “It could work. I mean, we have to get him back in his body. The longer he’s out of it, the weaker his tie to it becomes, and...” Sam couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. Suddenly he glanced to his own shoulder. “You’re right, he’s here.”

Sam took the journal in his own hands to read it himself. It was all there. “I think I’ve got everything in the car. We’ll only have a small window, and we’ll need to work fast. Can I count on you?”

“Of course,” Liam nodded. The whole concept of actually doing this scared him for reasons he did not understand, or perhaps just didn’t want to admit to himself. He looked to Dean’s body, then around the room. “This will work,” he said to assure both Sam and Dean, but mostly himself. “For a while Jason was heavy into Necromancy as a way of re-humanizing me,” he felt the need to explain his confidence in the spell. “I guess it made sense since I am technically dead. Anyway, I don’t know how we’re going to keep a full medical team from rushing in here once we pull the plug. They aren’t exactly just going to stand back while we preform a ritual.” With a sigh he sat on the edge of the bed and took Dean’s hand. “I just want you to know, that despite your smart mouth, or maybe even because of it, I kind of like you.”

Sam sighed deeply. It was clear by his expression that he had reservations about pulling his own brother’s plug. Still, it seemed like the best option they had. “Does it say how far away from the body we can be? Because I have an idea of how this might work.”

Liam looked down at the journal again. “No, it doesn’t say, but I would imagine not far.” It was so weird to think Dean was in the room listening to them talk about him but not able to communicate his own thoughts. He looked around the room trying to sense him, but nothing. "I know it won't be easy pulling the plug on your brother. I'm sure he's not thrilled about it either." The whole thing was really fucked up and he couldn't help but feel a bit responsible.

A cold chill suddenly ran up Liam’s hand. It was weird, but somehow it felt like Dean was trying to convey that he understood what they were doing and actually was okay with it.

“Yeah, well...” Sam crossed his arms and looked at the floor. "If I were to sign a do not resuscitate order for Dean, we could pull the plug and not worry about them rushing in here. The moment he flat lines you could be doing the spell to put him back.” Sam’s heart began to race at the very thought of causing his brother’s to go still, even for a short amount of time.

“There’s only one problem with that idea,” Liam pointed out. “Only next of kin can sign those, and these people think we’re FBI agents waiting to question him. Do you perhaps know anyone that can pretend to be next of kin?” The thought of involving any more hunters wasn't appealing. He'd barely convinced the brothers to leave his head where it was. Still, if it had to be done... Hopefully Sam trusted him enough to protect him. There had been plenty of opportunity for him to try something, and he hadn't harmed a hair on either of their heads.

Sam sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I kinda forgot about that,” he admitted. “But I do know someone. He's hunter who's not far away. He can pull it off. Most of what we need is in the car. Our friend should be able to get the rest.”

“Then call your friend,” Liam’s shoulders lowered. He didn’t like it, but what were they going to do, let Dean remain out of his body for too long and get carried off by a reaper? That just wasn’t an option. “Just tell me what you need me to do.”

Sam reached into his pocket pulling out the keys to the Impala and handed them over. “Pretty much everything should be in the trunk. I’m trusting you with this, don’t make me regret it.”

Liam took the keys with a little nod. Sam was trusting him, but likely because the man didn't have much choice at the moment. "Don't worry, I've got your backs," he gave a small smile. Progress was good, it meant he was a step closer to possibly getting what he wanted. He left the room just as Sam took out his phone and headed through the halls back down to the car, his journal with him. He stuffed everything into his bag and made his way back up to the room. "Okay," he sighed as he let the bag drop to the floor. "Everything you've got is all there." He looked over at Dean's body again. "Your friend on his way?"

Sam nodded, "He's on his way. I didn't risk telling him why over the phone." The hunter glanced out the glass windows of his brother's room. "You never know who might be listening." His gaze flicked back to the vampire. "Once we have everything we need, I want you to find a place to perform the ritual. Once Dean flat lines we won't have long. And if the doctor pronounces him dead before his spirit comes back into his body, there'll be unwanted attention," he explained.

The end of the bed suddenly gave a little jerk, and both men turned to look at it. Dean seemed to be getting stronger as a spirit, which really wasn’t a good thing. They needed to hurry.

"Yeah, this symbol will have to be painted on his chest," Liam pointed to the page in his journal. "Maybe if you make it small it won't be noticed?" He didn't know if the spell would still work in that case, but he sure hoped it would. He looked around, trying to think of where the spell could be preformed. "The bathroom," he said finally, looking at the wooden door not far away. "I can go in there and lock the door, and I shouldn't be disturbed." It wasn't the most glamorous of places, but it would do. "Let's just hope your friend gets here quickly." He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall with his foot up on the wall as well. Waiting really sucked, especially when it looked like they were running out of time. If Dean died, Sam might still help him, but Liam didn't want Dean to die. First off, it would upset Sam greatly, that was easy to tell. Second, he hadn't been lying when he said he liked the guy, as obnoxious as he'd been. There was always hope that things would improve. If Dean remembered him spilling his guts once back in his body...

It seemed to take forever, but after several hours a man who kind of resembled a trucker approached the room. Dutiful as always with a ruse, Sam put up his hand and flashed the fake badge. "I'm sorry Sir, you can't come in. Family only." He said professionally.

"I'm the boy's Uncle." The older man said in his grizzly, surly tone. "I got here as fast as I could."

Sam nodded and stepped aside to let their friend into the room. The nurse left them and the third hunter’s eyes searched the room as if he were looking for something. By the look on his face, he didn’t like what he found. “What do you need me to do?” the man asked. “And who the hell is he?” he motioned to Liam.

“He’s a friend,” Sam explained quickly. Apparently the other hunter hadn’t been told about Liam’s condition. That was just fine with Liam because he didn’t want to have to charm another one. “Bobby, this is Liam. Liam, this is our friend Bobby,” Sam introduced them. Once the introductions were out of they way Sam got right down to business. "We need you to sign a DNR so we can pull Dean's plug and use a spell to get his spirit back in his body."

"Are you nuts?! I'm not gonna let you do that!" Bobby protested, shaking his head.

"Dean has been out of his body for too long already. If we don't do something it's not gonna be a matter of getting him back in. It's gonna be how can we cross him over. We have to do this."

The older hunter was quiet for a moment, his face looking like he’d just been served something sour. With a huff he shook his head. “Fine!” he gave in. “I’ll sign the damn paper. Anything else you need?”

“Yeah, the black salt I asked you for when I called,” Sam answered.

Bobby reached into his pocket and pulled out a little baggie with black salt and tossed it at Sam, who in turn tossed it to Liam. “He’s going to preform the ritual,” Sam explained.

Liam tried to study the ritual while keeping one eye on the newcomer. Sam hadn’t told the guy, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t figure it out. Sam the vampire trusted tenuously, but this guy Bobby, there was nothing there but the faith Sam had in him. In the end though, Liam had to put his entire focus on the spell because he was going to have to do it quickly if it was actually going to work. "Okay, Sam, I need four drops of blood from a living relative, which would be you." Great. More blood he'd have to be around. "Do you have anything to put that in?"

"Yeah, I think so." Sam dug felt around in his jacket and finally found a little glass bottle. He removed the cork and took his knife out of its sheath. With the tip he pricked the pad of his thumb and harvested exactly four drops drops into the bottle. Replacing the cork, he offered it to Liam.

Liam had to remain straight faced and not react when blood was yet again shed in his presence. It wasn’t easy, but he managed it, taking the little bottle and only giving the blood a quick little longing look. Bobby gave him a funny look as if the wheels in his head were turning, but he said nothing as he went to sign the order.

Liam studied the layout of the alter he needed to make, committing it to memory. "I think I can get this set up in about three minutes. Give me that long before you pull the plug, and I'll hear it when you do. The spell itself should take three to four minutes to preform. Distract the medical people, can you do that?"

“Yeah, I can do that,” Sam nodded.

Bobby returned several minutes later with an unhappy looking nurse who put a red DNR bracelet around Dean’s wrist. “The old guy’s killing your witness,” she said to Sam as she left. It wasn’t all that surprising that a nurse who dedicated herself to saving lives was unhappy about her hands being tied by some legal document.

As soon as the nurse was gone Sam turned to Liam. “Get to the bathroom,” he instructed. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

Liam nodded and did one last quick check to make sure he had everything. He walked out at a casual pace despite feeling a bit jumpy. It was showtime. He'd never done a spell himself before, only observed, but he had to believe he could do this. Thankfully, no one was in the bathroom, so he entered and switched the light on, locking the door behind him. He set the bag down in the corner and quickly began pulling everything out. There was a giant knot in the pit of his stomach while he placed each object on the blue tile floor with precision from memory. "Please work," he spoke to whoever was listening while he listened intently for the monitor alarm to go off.

After a few seconds Liam's sharp ears picked up the sound of the monitor going flat. It was now or never. A man's life was in his hands, and he didn't intend for it to slip through. He picked up the vial of blood, pouring it into the bowl. Then he took a big pinch of the black salt and sprinkled it in, saying the first few words. As the ancient language seemed to roll off his tongue rather naturally, the blood bubbled. Something was happening. While still reading from the book his hand grabbed the ceremonial knife and scratched a symbol in the bloody salt before taking the lighter and touching the flame to the mixture. Flames erupted from the bowl, making him jump back a little, but he never stopped chanting. Next he plucked a strand of hair from his head and burned it up in the fire.

As he read he felt a strong pull from something inside him. It was like something was sucking the energy right out of his body. He didn't let up of course. His eyes drooped a little as the flame turned purple, and then white. Exhaustion was quickly setting in, but it seemed it was working! Getting out the last line was a chore, but he did it and let himself fall back on the tile. A strong gust of wind blew through the enclosed little room and the flame went out. He lay there on the floor for a minute gathering up the strength to move. With a soft groan he started cleaning up the little makeshift altar so no one would have a clue what had gone on in there. Once everything was stuffed back into his bag he crawled to his feet and unlocked the door. He came out, turning the light off and heading back to the room, hoping like hell to see Dean alive and awake.
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