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Hunting Humanity V	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1229 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dean sat in the kitchen just kind of staring out the window. Natalie came in and started pouring a little milk into a sippy cup. “Everything going okay?” she asked.

“No,” Dean answered. “Since I puked up the truth in a very harsh manner things between me and Liam have been shaky. I don’t know what to do because he won’t believe anything I say now.”

Natalie patted his shoulder. “Let me try having a talk with him.” She took the cup out to John in his play pen and Liam was in the corner reading a book. “Can we talk?” she asked him.

Liam shrugged. “I guess. What about?”

“You and Dean.”

Liam frowned. “There’s nothing to talk about. I’m only still here because I don’t really have anywhere else to go.”

“Hence the problem,” she sat on the floor and motioned for him to join her. Liam got down on the floor with her. “Do you love Dean?”

“Yes, but you probably heard what he really thinks of me, so what does it matter?”

“Believe me, it matters. This truth goddess, it seems like her power is to make people spit out the truth in the nastiest way possible. He did say he loves you, right?”

“He did, but I’m not what he wants. He just thinks I’m the best he can do.”

“And how do you know that?”

“He wants what you and Sam have. He said so himself. I want him to have that, and as long as I’m around he won’t.”

“Liam, he’s in the kitchen right now miserable. When things were better between you he was happy. I’m sure that even though you love him there are things about him you don’t like.” Liam nodded. “But despite those faults you still love him, right?”

“I do, but what’s your point?”

“Maybe it would make you feel better to go give him a dose of truth.”

Liam nodded and got up off the floor to go into the kitchen. “You’re a bossy asshole,” he said to Dean. “You still treat me like a little kid sometimes, and you are way too stubborn.”

Dean looked up at him. “Feel better now?”

“Little bit,” Liam admitted. “I know we don’t have Veritas around anymore, but can I count on you to tell me the absolute truth? Do you love me?”

Dean stood and looked Liam right in the eye. “Yes, I do. I want you.”

“What about that family stuff?”

“Yeah, sometimes I think it would be nice. But really, it’s not me. I mean, I like being around John and taking care of him, but at the end of the day it’s Sam and Natalie that make all the hard choices as his parents. Either way, it’s never going to happen with you, and I am honestly okay with that.”

“So, if I officially take you back?”

“I will love and cherish the crap out of you until the day one of dies, hoping it’s me. I don’t mean to treat you like a child, I just worry about you.”

“Well, like when I fell asleep at the motel you just left me there. I woke up alone.”

“Babe, that was concern. You haven’t been sleeping well. I thought you needed the rest.”

“You didn’t used to sleep much and you were fine.”

“No, I wasn’t. I could function, but I was not okay. Liam, I just want you happy and healthy.”

Liam pulled Dean in for a hug and kissed him. “I’m still upset, but...”

Dean kissed Liam tenderly. “Upset is, well, I’d rather you weren’t, but… I really do love you, so very much. Wanna curl up and watch movies?”

Liam nodded and they went out to the sitting room. Dean pulled Liam close on the couch and let him pick something to watch. Liam fell asleep snuggled against Dean and woke up groaning with a cough and reached for a tissue.

Dean put a hand on his forehead. “You feel a little feverish, I think you’re sick again. You want some tea?”

“Please,” Liam nodded.

Dean got up and made him a steaming cup of tea which he drank until dinner time. They sat at the table with John in his high chair babbling away at them while they ate. Crowley appeared in the kitchen. “Good news, boys! I've got a job for you.”

Dean glared at him. “Shove it up your ass! Why would we do a job for you?”

Crowley shrugged. “To keep up relations? You’re gonna need my help at some point, and you’ll want to be on my good side.”

“Care to elaborate?” Dean stared up at him.

Crowley moved near John and rubbed his head. “Cute kid, messy eater though.”

“Don’t touch him,” Sam growled.

“Oh, relax. I’m not gonna hurt him. I have plenty of incentive given what he’s meant to become, but, killing toddlers isn’t really my thing.”

“Step away from my nephew and make your little point,” Dean glared daggers at him.

“The boys upstairs, they’ve got big plans for your man there. They don’t like him and want him conveniently out of the way. Me, recent shenanigans aside, I kind of do like him. Of course, when the time comes, I’m not gonna help you for nothing, understand me?”

“What do you want?” Dean asked.

“So glad you asked that!” he handed Dean a newspaper. “Businessman found dead in his car, chest ripped open, heart missing. Sounds like?”

“Werewolf,” Sam answered.

Dean blinked. “No, it's not a full moon.”

Sam looked at his brother. “Samuel has been saying creatures have been acting strange.”

Crowley looked at them. “So, it's settled then. You bag the howler, bring it home to papa. See you soon, boys.” Crowley disappeared.

“Cas!” Dean shouted out.

“Yes?” Castiel appeared where Crowley had just stood.

“Crowley was just here saying you’re brothers have plans for him,” Dean motioned to Liam who was looking rather freaked out. “Was he snowing us?”

Castiel moved over to Liam and touched his forehead so that he was unconscious. “I’m afraid not. Raphael is having a cage built in hell for him. That side wants Astiratu out of the way very badly.”

“Would Crowley even have the juice to help us if that happened?”

“As king of hell, he would, yes. In fact, I am now fairly certain it was him who resurrected your grandfather.”

“Why?” Sam asked, looking very concerned.

“I don’t know. Everything is quite a mess right now thanks to you three, not that I’m blaming you, it just is.”

Castiel disappeared and Dean stroked Liam’s hair. “Crap. Looks like we’re leaving in the morning.”

Liam’s eyes opened. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing for you to worry about just yet,” Dean squeezed his hand. “Eat your dinner and go to bed. You need to rest. Sam and I are leaving in the morning to catch a werewolf.”

“You’re not going without me,” Liam insisted.

Dean raised an eyebrow. “You’re sick. Rest is your friend, not work.”

“You’re doing it again...”

Dean sighed. “Fine, but we’re leaving early.”

When they reached their destination they found another victim being carted off to the morgue. They pulled out their FBI badges to talk to the detective. That victim also had a missing heart, and the detective was pretty sure both deaths were animal attacks.

They went to the motel and Sam went to his room and Dean curled up with Liam, who was feeling very clingy and in need of comfort. Sam knocked on the door bright and early in the morning with food and coffee. “I did some digging last night,” he said when Dean let him in.

“Lay it on me,” Dean said as he grabbed a cup of coffee.

“Alright. So, we know that werewolves are basically id gone wild, right? I mean, whoever they hate, they kill when they wolf out. So, I've been playing connect the victims. And I think I found a common denominator.”

“Awesome,” Dean took a long sip of coffee. “Let us get dressed and eat and we’ll head out.”

As soon as they were ready to go Sam gave Dean the address and they headed to a house and knocked on the door. A woman with a small boy answered. “Yes, can I help you?”

They showed their FBI ID’s. “Is Cal Garrigan at home?” Sam asked. “We've got a few questions we'd like to ask him.”

“Yeah. Um, come in,” she answered.

The woman put the boy down in the kitchen. “Honey, um, why don't you go play in your room for a little while, okay?” The little boy nodded and left. She cleared some toys off the table and motioned for them to have a seat. “Excuse the mess. Please sit.”

Sam smiled at her. “I’ve got a little one at home myself, I understand, kids are messy.”

She smiled back. “Yeah? How old?”

“Almost fifteen months.”

“They’re precious at that age. Um... can I get you guys anything?”

“No, thank you,” Dean said. “Um, so Cal is your boyfriend?”

“That's right.”

“And where is he?”

“Uh, sleeping, I think.”

“You mind telling him up and at 'em? He's got some guests.”

“Yeah, of course.” She went to get him but he came out holding his head. “Cal, there are some agents here.”

“You out late last night, Cal?” Dean asked as the guy poured himself some coffee.

“Just, uh, you know, a couple beers with friends,” Cal answered.

Liam snorted. “I’m stuffed up and even I can smell the vodka on you. Let me guess, you got blind drunk, you blacked out. Something tells me this isn't the first time.”

“Look, what's this about?” Cal looked offended.

“We're investigating the death of Ronald Garrigan,” Sam answered.

“My brother? I thought that was some kind of animal attack.”

“No love lost between the two of you, huh?” Sam asked.

Cal sighed. “Look, we had our differences, I guess. You love your brother, of course, but Ron had a lot of problems. He was, uh, volatile.”

“Your landlord was found dead this week. Were you aware of that?” Sam continued.

“Saw it in the papers. Why?” Cal looked confused.

“Well, you two were pretty far behind on your rent, right? He had sent eviction papers?”

“I'm sorry. That was an animal attack,” the woman spoke up.

Sam nodded. “Funny enough, yeah, both of them were.”

Cal looked at them. “So, great, great. Yeah, guys. What in the hell do you think I had to do with them?”

Dean stood. “Just following procedure. Had to ask. You two have a good day. “

They left and got back in the car. “Well?” Sam looked to his brother.

“It looks good, but before we bag and hand him over we make sure.”

They tailed Cal around for a while, eventually coming to a garage furnished like a bar. Sam shook his head. “Boy, Cal just doesn't know when to quit.”

“Yeah,” Dean snorted. “Three scuzzy bars, one scuzzy strip club, a chili dog joint, seven or eight nightcaps, and now scotches in the library. I'm getting cirrhosis just watching this. Other than that, we got squat.”

They sat there all night. “Dude, sun's up,” Dean looked to his brother. “This guy's still on two legs. In theory. He ain't wolfing out.”

Sam sighed. “Well, not tonight, anyway.”

Dean looked to Liam asleep in the backseat. “Let's head back. We can re attack this in a couple hours.”

They went to grab breakfast and found out Cal had been found dead where they had left him. They headed back in their suits. “I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that it's not Cal,” Dean sighed.

“Masterful deduction, Sherlock,” Sam looked at his brother.

Dean looked confused. “I mean, a werewolf attack in daylight? This whole thing is just weird.”

“So, you know this means that we're down to one suspect, right?” Sam got back in the car. “I mean, Mandy is right at the deep end of the victim pool. Can you do it?”

“Do what?” Dean asked.

“Shove her in the trunk, serve her up to Crowley.”

Dean looked to Liam. “Yeah, Sam, I can do it.”

They drove to Mandy’s house and she was out front. “What are you doing here?” she asked.

“Nobody called you?” Dean looked surprised.

“Called me about what?” They followed her inside and explained about Cal. “I'm sorry. I just can't believe it.”

“I'm really very sorry,” Dean told her.

Sam looked at her. “Ma'am, I know this isn't the best time, but we'd like you to come with us.”

She looked a little frightened. “Why? You think I have something to do with this? With Cal?”

“Of course not. We just got a few questions,” Dean tried to assure her.

“I, uh... Could we do it later?”

“I'm afraid not,” Sam insisted.

“My kid has the flu, um, and he was up all night, so...”

“I'm sorry. You said your boy was up all night?” Dean asked. “Were you with him all night?”

“Well, I had, um, half an hour of sleep, maybe.”

“Can I talk to your son?” Dean asked.

“Why?” Mandy looked a little upset.

“Trust me. It's important.”

Liam talked to the little boy and Mandy was right, she was with him pretty much all night. “Well, it wasn't her,” Dean said as they left. “She's got an alibi.”

“She's lying,” Sam insisted.

Dean rolled his eyes. “You heard the kid, dude. She's not lying.”

“Fine. She still had time to wolf out, Dean. The last werewolf was in bed, with me, and she wolfed out.”

“Don't make this personal. Look, all I'm saying is that between this and the daylight attacks, something's not adding up.”

“I agree,” Liam said before he had a coughing fit. “I don’t think this is a werewolf at all.”

Sam sighed. “How about you two go check out Cal's crime scene, see if we're missing anything. I'll keep an eye on Amanda.”

“Okay,” Dean agreed. “Come on,” he motioned to Liam. “We’ll take a second look and then get you back into bed.”

“I don’t need mothered,” Liam narrowed his eyes. “I feel… I feel like crap, but that is not the point.”

Sam called Dean in the morning. “Liam was right, it’s not a werewolf.”

“Yeah, what is it?”

“Skinwalker. The family dog seriously needs a neuter.”

“Wow. I haven't heard of a skinwalker in years. I'm actually a little rusty on the profile.”

“You and me both. Uh, I just got the low down from Bobby. They can change anywhere, anytime. Skinwalkers infect you with a single bite. Otherwise, they're basically a werewolf cousin. Silver will drop them, they chow hearts like sausages.”

“So what happened? Did you catch him?”

“Not exactly. But I have some idea where he might be.”

Dean turned to Liam. “I’m gonna go with Sam. You stay here and continue to excrete mucus and rest. We’ll be back in a little bit.”

They came back after a little while with a man that they tied to a chair with rope and silver chains. Dean sat on the bed across from him. “Listen, you don't have to tell me why you're with the family. I get it.”

“Oh, you do, do you?” the man glared.

Dean nodded. “You killed every threat that came near them. You care about them, in your own whack a doodle kind of way. It's obvious. What I want to know is, who was that guy you were kibitzing with? He a skinwalker, too?”

“Look, I can't say anything.”

“But if you don't, then you're gonna put the girl and the little boy in danger. And sooner or later, all this crap is gonna come for them. We don't give a rat's ass about you. We want to help them. That's our angle. That's it.”

The man thought it over for a minute. “Yeah, that guy, he's a... whatever it is I am. And he's not the only one.”

“How many are you?” Sam asked.

“About thirty. We were kind of recruited. Me, I was living on the streets. They found me. They told me one small bite, I'd be strong, I'd be fast.”

“Where is this little Scooby gang of yours?” Dean asked.

“Everywhere. We're out there finding families, and once they take us in, we lay low.”

"Lay low? What the hell's that mean?”

“Well, we're waiting for the word. Once we're settled, we get the signal and we all turn on our families. We change them, all in one night. Thirty becomes one hundred fifty.”

“God, you're a sleeper cell,” Dean looked disturbed.

“So you're waiting for word from who? Who organized you?” Sam asked.

“There's a pack leader.”

“Your Alpha?” Sam looked hopeful.

“What's an Alpha?”

“The first skinwalker, the strongest.”

“Well, he's plenty strong, but, no, I don't think so. I'm pretty sure there's guys like him in other towns. We're not the only pack out there.”

Dean sighed. “Fantastic. Then you can help us stop him.”

“Oh, no, I can't. No. You guys don't get it. No one can. These guys who turned me, they're ruthless.”

Liam chuckled from the bed. “You have apparently never seen me pissed off with a sharp object. Seriously, grow a pair. You obviously don’t want your family hurt, so trust us.”

“Fine,” the man sighed.

The man led them to a building and Sam, Dean, and Liam headed to a nearby rooftop. Dean watched through the scope of a long range rifle. “Think this is really gonna work?” Liam asked while he lay on the ground.

“We can only hope,” Dean answered. “Here we go.”

Sam picked up a pair of binoculars and took a look. “That big guy, the driver, that's the guy Lucky met in the park. Take him out.”

“It's not clean. We got one shot at this, literally.”

They watched as Mandy and her son were brought out of a car. “Take the shot,” Sam urged.

“I'm trying! She's in the way. Come on, come on, come on. Ahh.”

Everyone went into the garage and Dean lowered the rifle. “So, plan B?” Sam asked.

“We've got one?” Dean shot his brother a funny look.

“Your aim gotten any better?” Sam asked Liam.

Dean took the rifle and sneaked into the warehouse. Sam and Liam went in through the doors and stared shooting. Lucky ushered his family into an office during the chaos. Dean picked them off from his vantage point while Sam and Liam wound their way through old equipment to find them all. One of them shot back, hitting Liam in the upper arm. Dean took him out before he could shoot again.

Once they were all dealt with Sam had Liam sit down and looked at his arm. “Looks like just a really close graze.”

“He okay?” Dean asked when he came down.

“Yeah, Sam nodded. “Looks like he just needs bandaged up. It’s only a graze.”

“Good,” Dean looked at it himself. “Yeah, I can patch that easy.”

They took him back to the motel and Dean cleaned and bandaged the wound. “Alright you, I know you don’t like being mothered, but bed, and then home tomorrow. Then I’ll see if I can talk Natalie into making you some chicken soup.”

Liam sighed and nodded. “I guess you keep ushering me to bed because you care.”

“Damn straight I care,” Dean kissed his forehead. “Like I said, I want you happy and healthy. Right now you are not healthy. You’re coughing up a lung and dripping bodily fluids.”

“Bed sounds good, I feel like hell.”

“I don’t know why you insist on coming along when you’re sick.”

Liam climbed under the covers and shrugged. “I don’t like being left out.”

Dean crawled in with him to snuggle. “Being injured or sick is not being left out. Now, get some rest. I love you.”

“Love you too,” Liam said as he closed his eyes and settled in.
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