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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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They all sat watching TV, Natalie nursing John. “I’ve gotta go into town for a bit,” Natalie said. “You guys can take care of John for a few hours, right?”

“Natalie,” Sam chuckled, “we had to work up a schedule so we stopped fighting over who got to take care of him when. It’s been a lot of work, but that kid is a joy to be around. He’s a very happy baby unless he needs something. It’ll be nice when he can tell us what he needs instead of screaming his head off, but...”

Dean looked to Liam. “They didn’t have bottles or formula when you were a baby, did they?”

“Nope,” Liam answered.

“So, how did your dad feed you?”

“A wet nurse, of course. A woman in town who had just had a baby herself heard what happened and volunteered to take me. She kept me until I was a year old. So basically, I spent the first year of my life being lulled into a false sense of security. Then I was my brother’s problem, and he had to learn quick how to keep me quiet and content.”

“Wait,” Dean blinked. “Your brother would have been what, ten? Didn’t he have to go to school?”

“Yes. I sat in a little play pen while he was at school. Needless to say, I fell a little behind on verbal skills. I learned ‘shut the hell up’ pretty quick… I mean, when a baby is hungry and has a wet diaper all they know how to do to get the problem fixed is cry.”

“Jeez,” Sam shook his head. “I couldn’t fathom it before, but now I look at John and it baffles me even more that your dad could hurt a baby whose only crime was being born.”

Liam shrugged. “It was what it was. I survived somehow.”

Dean’s phone rang and he answered. It was Bobby. “He’s got a job for us,” Dean said when he hung up.

“How’s he been since he got injured on that hunt?” Sam asked.

Dean shrugged. “Won’t talk about it. Anyway, Natalie, rest assured your son will be in good hands while you go to what you need to do. We’ll go when you get back.”

Natalie put herself back together and handed John to Sam. Sam rested him against his shoulder and kissed his cheek. When Natalie was out the door Dean turned to his brother. “Aren’t you glad Natalie kept him now?”

Sam sighed. “Yes and no.”

“Why is there a no in there?”

“Because, Dean, I still feel like a leech. I fathered this kid, and all I can do to help take care of him is provide free child care. The financial burden still falls completely on Natalie, and I know she knew that going in, but still… I guess I’ve been a leech all my life really. When I was a kid I didn’t know where Dad got our food and motel money from. Then when I did know I guess it was easier stealing from strangers. There was still always a little bit of guilt in the corner of my mind, but I didn’t have to look anyone in the eye.”

“Sam, we don’t force her to feed us. Like she said, she ain’t buying us a brand new sports car, but basic needs... I think we caught a lucky star finding someone who wants to help us. You got a little more from her than Liam and I, and yes, John was a result of that. Do you love him?”

“What the hell kind of question is that? You know I do, very much.”

“Okay then. Yes, kids need food and clothes and toys and stuff, but they also need love. Give him love. Be there as much as you can.”

Sam kissed John again. “Yeah, that I can do.” He wrinkled his nose. “Be right back, his diaper needs changed.”

When Natalie returned a little over three hours later they packed and left. They headed for the morgue and found a twenty five year old who looked to be about eighty years old and had died of old age. The coroner had run the DNA twice, and there was no explanation.

“What now?” Dean looked to his companions.

“I would probably say check out missing person cases,” Liam said.

“Alright,” Dean nodded.

They first visited the wife of an older man, Cliff Whitlow. She showed them a picture of him, a tattoo visible on his arm. “How long has he been missing?” Sam asked.

“Oh, I knew right away when he didn't come home Tuesday night,” his wife answered.

“Is there someplace he likes to go after work, maybe? A favorite bar?” Dean asked.

She chuckled. “No. Tuesdays, he always works a bit late, but he always comes straight home.”

“May I use your facilities, ma'am?” Dean asked.

Naturally Dean went snooping. He found a receipt for Madame Liu's Golden Palace in Cliff’s jacket pocket. “Well, at least he's consistent. Same room every Tuesday, hourly rates,” Sam said as they headed down the motel corridor.

“Hope I got that kind of kick when I'm his age,” Dean chuckled.

“Yeah, like either of us will live that long,” Sam sighed.

“Well, aren’t you Mr. Sunshine,” Liam shot him a look.

They found the door and paused. “So, what do you think's in there?” Sam looked to companions.

Dean shrugged. “A wrinkly, gooey corpse.”

Sam was about to pick the lock when they heard a man shout. They knocked down the door to find a young man in bed with two women. “Hey! What the…!” the man shouted.

“Oh, god,” Dean averted his eyes.

“It's gooey,” Sam commented.

“Sorry. Uh, got the wrong room,” Dean apologized.

Sam and Dean moved to leave, but Liam just stood there taking it all in. “Nice tattoo Cliff,” he smirked.

Sam turned around and looked for himself. “What are you talking about you sicko?” the man narrowed his eyes.

Sam pulled a wallet out of the man’s pants and pulled the ID. “If you’re not Cliff, then why are you carrying his wallet?”

Dean moved over to the bed and lifted the sheet to look under it. “Huh. Your wife told us about your uh, birthmark there. That's nice. Well, you look great, Cliff. Did you get some work done?”

Cliff sighed and shook his head. “Could you give us some privacy?” They let him put a robe on and dismiss the girls. “Please don't tell my wife. I'm begging you. As far as she knows, I'm dead. For the love of god, let's keep it that way.”

Liam eyed him closely. “In exchange for silence you’re gonna have to tell us how you turned back the clock.”

“Poker, okay? High stakes. Instead of cash, you play for years.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Dean asked.

“Look, I know it sounds crazy. Guy comes up to me at a bar, invites me to play. Gives me twenty five of these weirdo poker chips, right? Chants some mumbo humbo over them, says now they're twenty five years. I'm laughing, but then I come out up. And look at me.”

“What was he chanting?” Sam asked.

Cliff laughed. “How should I know? All I know is my bad hip's good, I threw away my glasses. One of those ladies was here for free! Man's some kind of miracle worker.”

“What does this miracle worker look like?” Dean asked.

“Just a guy. Maybe thirty five, brown hair. Irish accent. His name was Patrick.”

“Where's this game at?” Dean demanded.

“He said he likes to keep moving. Never stays in one bar long. And he finds you.”

Dean called Bobby to fill him in. There was even lore on the guy. It was possible to win and get your youth back, but more often than not people lost. They decided to split up and look for him since there were a lot of bars in town.

Sam and Liam came back to the motel, Sam carrying a bag of burgers and some sodas. “You find anything?” Sam asked Liam.

“Nothing I really wanna talk about,” Liam answered as he opened the door. “Honey, I’m home!” he called out.

An old man came out of the bathroom. Sam pulled his gun. “Who the hell are you?”

“Dude, relax. It's me,” the old man sighed.

“Dean?” Sam lowered his gun and looked confused. “What the hell happened?”

Dean shrugged. “I, you know, found the game.”

Liam raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you tell me you were good at poker?”

“I am. Shut up. So, you were just gonna shoot some old guy? Is that it?” Dean dug into a burger.

Sam shrugged. “I didn't know what you were. I mean, have you seen you? You look like...”

“The old chick in ‘Titanic’. I know. Shut up.”

The door opened and Bobby rolled in. “I see you met John McCain there.”

“Yeah. Either of you want to tell us what happened?” Sam asked.

“Bobby's an idiot. That's what happened,” Dean answered.

“Hey, nobody asked you to play,” Bobby snapped.

“Right. I should have just let you die. What the hell were you thinking? He's a witch. He's been playing poker since guys wore tights.”

“You just don't get it,” Bobby frowned.

“Yeah, I get it, Bobby. You saw a chance to turn the hands of the clock back and get out of that damn chair. Pretty tempting. I can imagine.”

“No, you can't. So, you want to keep emoting, or you want to talk about solving this little issue of yours? It's got to be about the chips.”

“More like the spell that’s on the chips,” Liam said.

“You remember what he chanted?” Dean asked Bobby.

“Yep, every word,” Bobby nodded.

“Alright, then let's find out where he stashes his chips,” Sam nodded.

They managed to find the building Patrick was staying at and saw him leave. They entered and saw the elevator was broken. “Well, I'm out,” Bobby sighed.

They headed up the stairs. Dean had to take them one at a time and was easily winded while Sam and Liam had no trouble. Liam couldn’t help but laugh. “You think this is funny, do you?” Dean glared at him.

“Little bit,” Liam smiled.

They made it up to the third floor and broke into the room. They searched the room until they found a safe. “Dime store model. Piece of cake,” Dean scoffed.

He had to squint as he turned the dial. Sam grew impatient and pushed him out of the way, opening it right up. The chips were inside and they started scooping them up. “What are you doing?” a blonde woman came up behind them.

“Aren't you the chick from the bar?” Dean looked at her.

“I'm a lot more than that.”

She made a little twisting motion with her fist and Dean doubled over. Patrick quickly came up behind her. “It's all right, sweetheart. It's all right. They're harmless.” She let Dean go. “You boys want chips? Take them. They're just chips, Einsteins. It's showmanship. This may come as a shock, but the magic does not lie in a pile of crappy plywood or in any phony abracadabra. It's in the nine hundred year old witch. You boys want years? Score them the old fashioned way. Texas hold 'em.”

“I’m game,” Liam crossed his arms in a cocky fashion.

“Liam, no,” Dean glared him.

“Dean, honey,” Liam took his arm. “One, I am already three hundred and thirty nine years old technically. Two, you haven’t seen me play poker.”

“Now how did you get so old?” Patrick asked curiously.

“Used to be a vampire,” Liam answered truthfully.

“Very interesting,” Patrick eyed him up. “Not that easy to cure a vampire, especially not one that old. But to play with a true predator, one whose very existence depended upon being able to read people, now that would be a real thrill.”

“Liam, don’t,” Dean practically begged.

Liam turned to him and ran a hand through his hair. “Learn to trust me. You’re one of the few who can.” He looked into Dean’s eyes. “I know exactly what I’m doing.” He turned to Patrick. “We doing it here, or you’re little play room?”

“Follow me,” Patrick led the way out of the apartment.

Liam took a moment to look the blonde woman directly in the eye as if to silently try and tell her something before following. The woman shivered a little. “I wouldn’t worry about your friend,” she looked to Sam and Dean.

They went into Patrick’s game parlor. “Have a seat, Liam is it?” Patrick motioned to a chair. Liam nodded and sat down. “That’s a good strong Irish name. I don’t usually do this, but care for some whiskey?”

“Sure,” Liam nodded. “My parents were from Ireland. Long story, doubt you’d care to hear it.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Patrick smiled as he poured two glasses of whiskey. “Even after all this time I do love hearing peoples’ stories, especially unique ones.”

An hour later Patrick was shaking his head. “So, your father, a priest, fell for your mother and left the Catholic church? She really must’ve been some woman. Real shame she died in childbirth and you never got to know her.” He looked at the chips, Liam had a few more than he did. “And your boyfriend there really did not need to worry about you, did he? I’m not holding back, you really are good at this. I can’t find your tell.”

Liam shrugged and smirked. “Maybe that’s because I got so good at deception over the years I don’t have one.”

Patrick laughed. “You could probably beat a lie detector no problem then.”

Liam leaned back with a grin. “You know, I probably could.”

The woman came in and leaned down to kiss Patrick. “Little break?” Patrick looked at Liam.

Liam shrugged nonchalantly. “Won’t bother me.”

Liam went up for a little fresh air. Dean was waiting for him. “Is it over?” Dean asked nervously. “How bad did you lose?”

Liam shot him a glare. “Oh ye of little faith. Your lack of confidence kind of hurts. We are just taking a breather. He is very good, but I’m winning for now.”

Dean looked shocked. “You and poker? I’m sorry, you just don’t seem the type.”

Liam chuckled. “Like Patrick said, my existence depended upon reading people, and that is the very essence of poker, is it not? Hell, I know things about his girlfriend after two minutes that he’s clueless about. Also, I got more than cards up my sleeve.”

“What’s up your sleeve?”

Liam pulled Dean in for a romantic kiss. “Maybe I’ll tell you later if you’re a good boy.”

He headed back down and Patrick was ready to play again. “Ready for more?” Patrick smiled at him.

“I was born ready,” Liam chuckled.

“You know, I really am enjoying this,” Patrick said as he dealt out the cards. “Haven’t had an actual challenge like this in centuries.”

Liam smiled. “I’m enjoying stretching my poker muscles too. It’s been decades.”

“Decades? Really? You certainly haven’t gotten rusty.”

“I used to hustle with an old hunter boyfriend on mine. He died in 1937. Haven’t picked up cards since.” Liam took a sip of whiskey.

Patrick chuckled. “You must have thing for hunters,” Patrick said as he too took a drink.

Liam shrugged. “Maybe I do. I had to go to them to cure my little problem. Then I fell in love. Kinda funny really.” Patrick paused and started blinking. “Something wrong?”

Patrick started panting heavy. “I suddenly don’t feel well.” He glared at Liam. “What did you do?”

“What makes you think I did anything?” Liam looked innocent.

Patrick started sweating bullets and gripping his stomach. “You put something in my drink!” he accused. “What was it?”

“Yeah, I tell you and you run and go get an antidote.” He turned to the woman. “Thanks for distracting him for me by the way.”

Patrick turned to her, looking extremely pained. “Why?” he looked about near tears.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered, grasping the old fashioned silver locket around her neck. “I just can’t anymore. He could see that.”

Patrick fell to the floor and started convulsing, aging rapidly while he did. The woman aged as well until they were shriveled and dead. “I win,” Liam laughed and walked out.

Liam returned to the hotel to find Dean on the bed back to his usual young self. “I don’t believe it, you won!” Dean smiled at him.

Liam chuckled and pulled out a little brown bottle with a dropper lid. “A little mandrake and hellebore in his whiskey didn’t hurt.”

Sam laughed. “You sneaky little son of a bitch! How did you manage that?”

“I could tell his girl was tired of it. That look I gave her, she came and distracted him for me. Told you I could read people.”

“Mandrake and hellebore, where’d you get your mitts on that?” Bobby asked, his eyes narrowed.

“I keep it handy,” Liam answered as he stashed the bottle in his bag and climbed into bed with Dean to kiss him.

Dean looked at him. “Why do I suddenly feel less safe with you around?”

Liam rolled his eyes. “You’ve got nothing to worry about you big dope. I love you, and for some inexplicable reason I can’t lie to you.”

Dean looked to Sam and Bobby. “No offense, love you both, but go away please.”

Sam gave his brother a knowing look and left with Bobby. Dean tore off his clothes, and Liam undressed as well. Dean grabbed the lube and climbed onto Liam on the bed kissing him passionately. Dean broke contact long enough to slick himself up and toss the bottle aside. He locked eyes with Liam as he entered him slowly, then leaned down to claim his lover’s mouth again as he started thrusting.

Liam moaned and gasped into his mouth, the blond’s hand resting on Dean’s back. Dean reached to stroke his lover’s cock while his lips started nibbling Liam’s throat in a very sensitive spot. Liam cried out in pleasure and threw his head back, closing his eyes and pressing back against Dean.

Dean pulled back to stare into Liam’s eyes, his breath coming in short ragged pants. “I love you, you crazy bitch,” Dean breathed.

“I love you too,” Liam grinned and leaned up to bite his lover’s neck.

Dean moaned at the slight bit of pain mixed with pleasure and his hips sped up. Moments later he kissed Liam deeply as he came inside him with a loud cry. Liam tensed up for a second before his own climax hit and hot cum squirted all over them.

Dean fell beside Liam and pulled him close while he waited for his heart to settle in his chest. “Sex with you is fucking awesome,” Dean smiled as he tenderly kissed the side of Liam’s neck.
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