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Hunting Humanity VII	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam sat on the sitting room floor with Nathan playing with a shape sorting toy. “Okay, this is purple, let’s find the purple side,” he turned the cylindrical shaped toy. “Okay, now which hole does it fit into?”

Dean came in and stood watching for a little while. “This is trippy,” Dean shook his head.

“What?” Sam looked up at him.

“You. My little brother. You’ve got two little boys, and a little girl on the way. Between kicking monster ass you sit and play find the right shaped hole.”

Sam shrugged. “Somebody’s got to. Becky was pretty much just letting him sit in the playpen while she was home with a rattle and a stuffed bear. He’s showing signs that he’s smart, it’s just that his mother left him to rot. Thanks for washing all his clothes while I took a trip to the toy store, by the way. Natalie had a long day as it was, and with her being pregnant I didn’t want to put more strain on her.”

“Not a problem. That’s what family is for, right? Anyway, we took a bit of a break for the whole custody thing, but I think it’s time to get back in the saddle. I found us a case in Kearny, Missouri. Liam is packing up as we speak.”

“Oh, so we do still kill monsters.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? You on about Benny now? Because I gotta tell you, he’s the reason I’m topside again.”

“And you won’t find me complaining about that. What does get to me a little is that you justified ganking my friend Amy and not Liam because Liam was looking for a cure. He was different. Well, so was Amy, but that didn’t matter. Benny isn’t looking for a cure, is he?”

“He hasn’t asked for one, no, but I did tell him that if he ever finds a human that loves him we’ve got one. Liam can tell you, Benny drinks donated blood from bags just like we made Liam do.”

“Yeah, he told me. He told me all about your little revenge trip.”

“Let’s get something straight right now. Those vampires that said they only fed on animals, that was you that begged me to let them go and fight Gordon instead. Liam, that was you that bought his sob story at first. Now, I’m really glad I listened to you on that one, but right when I met him I was itching to take his head for what he was. As time goes on and shit happens people change. We all let that werewolf go a few weeks back. And Benny, like I said, he saved my life in Purgatory and helped me get out. If he slips up and another hunter takes his head, that’s on him, but I will keep my word.”

Sam sighed. “Okay, whatever. Let me just hand Nathan over to Natalie and pack my bag. I really hate dumping a kid on her that isn’t hers, but it’s not like we can take him with us.”

“I hear you,” Dean nodded. “What Becky did was really stupid and it sucks, but Nathan is here, and it’s not like he can be returned.”

“Yeah, and I got a call from the District Attorney up in Delaware. He wants to go after Becky since she was stupid enough to open her mouth in front of a family court judge. I’m gonna have go testify. My entire story may be in the transcript of the custody hearing, but her defense has the right to cross examine me.”

“So, I guess her opening her big fat mouth was a bad thing.”

“Yeah, it was. As violated as the whole thing makes me feel, I just wanted to forget about it. Of course, Nathan acts as a constant reminder even though it isn’t his fault.”

“You okay, man?”

“I mean, about as okay as I can be.”

“You can talk to Liam about this you know, because he was raped a while back. It was like a month before he was ready to have sex with me again, and even then for a while he would tense up and freak out a little.”

“The difference being he was aware of what was going on and remembers. I have talked to him a little, but I don’t know to put things into words. I don’t remember any of it. She said the sex was awesome, and I am Nathan’s biological father, but that’s my only proof anything happened. I just… I don’t want to talk about it anymore, okay?”

They made the drive to Missouri and pulled up to the house in their FBI suits. “What do we got?” Sam asked.

“So, guy's old lady comes home while he's working underneath his ride, puts the pedal to the metal, and takes half his head off.”

“What, that's it?” Sam looked skeptical.

Dean nodded. “Yeah, in a nutshell. She says she blacked out, doesn't remember a damn thing.”

“Well, that sounds like insanity.”

“Maybe.”

“So, how does that make this our kind of thing?”

“Since when is decapitation not our thing?”

Dean got out of the car and Sam and Liam followed. They walked up to the police line and flashed their badges. “Whoa. FBI?” a deputy blinked at them.

“Yeah, happened to be in the neighborhood,” Sam responded.

The deputy shook his head. “First a Texas Ranger, now you guys?”

“Texas Ranger?” Dean looked confused.

“Yes, sir. Right over there,” the deputy pointed to a man who was unmistakably Garth interviewing a witness.

Dean sighed. “Oh, you got to be kidding me.” They walked over to Garth. “Hey, Chuck Norris.”

“Sam! Dean! Liam!” he greeted them with a smile.

They tried to quiet him but Garth laughed and hugged Sam. “Forgot he was a hugger,” Sam mumbled.

“Come here!” Garth turned to Dean.

“Alright, okay,” Dean hugged him.

“Last but not least,” Garth turned his attention to Liam. Liam faked a small smile as he let Garth hug him. “Uh, you guys have no idea how much I missed you.”

“Um, excuse us, would you?” Dean spoke to the confused looking witness. They walked out of hearing distance. “A Texas Ranger, Garth? Seriously? We're in Missouri.”

“What? Come on. I look like a funeral director in one of those. Wow. I heard some chatter you three were back in the batter's box, but I didn't believe it till now.” A phone started ringing and Garth opened up his jacket to reveal three phones. “Oh, uh, one sec. Um...” he picked one of them up. “Yo, Earl. What you got? A revenant. Okay, uh, you'll need a casket and some silver spikes. Oh, and don't get bit. No, it won't turn you, but it will hurt like hell. Okay, so, once you got all that, nail that sucker in, bury him, and throw away the key. Okay? All right. Hasta.”

“What are you doing?” Dean asked.

“My job, hombre.”

“Hold up. Are you the new Bobby?” Sam asked.

“Yes.”

“You shut your mouth! What?” Dean seemed upset.

“Bobby was gone. You three were MIA. It was a weird time. Somebody had to step in and take up the slack. Alright. Let's just get back to work, and we'll talk about this later, all right?” Garth walked away.

Dean looked to his companions. “Did Garth just tell us what to do?”

“I think so,” Liam said as they followed Garth back toward the witness.

Garth turned to them. “Uh, Scott Lew. These gentlemen here are with the FBI. Mr. Lew's parents were the individuals involved in this unfortunate situation.”

“Sorry for your loss.” Dean told him.

“Just a few questions, Mr. Lew. Um, by any chance were your parents having marital problems?” Sam asked.

Scott shook his head. “No. Uh, no more than anyone else.”

Sam nodded. “What about your mother's health? Any chance this was a seizure, a stroke, anything that might help explain this?”

“I don't think so. Um, they're checking her out at the, um, hospital right now.”

“What about strange behavior?” Liam asked.

“Strange how?”

“Hearing voices, seeing things, your mother mention anything like that?”

“My parents were married for thirty years, high school sweethearts. There's no good explanation for why this happened, no matter where you want to look.”

“Okay, well, thank you, Scott. We'll be in touch,” Garth gave him a little smile.

They went to check out the spot where it happened. Sam took out his EMF detector. “No EMF. No traces of sulfur anywhere. Like I thought, bust.”

Garth held up a hand. “Hold on there, Sam. There's a lot of things to factor in here. Uh, it happened last night, so the readings could be cold by now. And, uh, even if there was any sulfur, Barney Fife and his crew probably contaminated the whole crime scene and any evidence that was here with it.”

“Good point,” Dean nodded.

“Uh, guys, I think I found something.” Garth lifted his foot and revealed sticky green goo.

Dean narrowed his eyes. “Is that gum, or is that ectoplasm?”

“Ectoplasm is usually black, right?” Sam looked to his brother.

Garth tasted it while the three men all made disgusted faces. “Definitely ectoplasm. So, what are we thinking, uh, some kind of ghost, right?” Another one of Garth’s phones rang. “Uh, Ranger McCrae here. Oh, great. Okay,” he wrote something on his palm. “Thanks, Doc.” he hung up. “Asked the coroner to drop me a line in case the autopsy turned up anything unusual. And guess what. Our dead guy had the word Alcott carved into his chest.”

“With what?” Sam asked.

“Coroner's best guess? His wife Mary's fingernails.”

They all went to the hospital to interview the wife. She was handcuffed to a bed with a sheriff deputy standing guard. “Mrs. Lew, can you tell us what happened?” Sam asked her.

“I was at the store getting groceries, and the next thing I know, my son Scott finds me in the driveway. And Chester was...”

“Do you remember anything at all about what happened? Um... Chester dying?”

“Not really. Bits and pieces, I guess.”

“Such as?” Dean looked at her.

“I remember his screams... the smell of burnt rubber, and I remember feeling so angry, just uncontrollable rage, like I wasn't myself. And after it was over, all that anger was just gone.”

“Uh, ma'am, does the word Alcott mean anything to you?” Garth asked.

She clenched her fists and tugged at the handcuffs. “What does she have to do with anything?”

“It's a she?” Sam asked her.

“My husband, Chester, and I were going steady in high school for a few years already when we had a big fight.”

“What about?” Dean asked.

“Something stupid, I'm sure. It was around prom, and so he took Sara Alcott as his date instead of me.”

“So, this Sara Alcott was a rival for your husband's affections?” Garth asked.

“Sara had one night with him, whereas I was with Chester for thirty seven years,” she started crying.

Sam nodded. “Of course, right. Sure. Um, just one more question. Um... Is Ms. Alcott still alive?”

“As far as I know, yes.”

“Thank you very much, Mrs. Lew.” Dean gave her a little nod and they left. They walked out to the Impala. “Let me get this straight. This poor guy goes to prom with some girl over thirty years ago, and because of that, he is now a pancake?”

“I don’t get it,” Liam blinked. “I mean, I’m still irked with you over your indiscretion, but thirty plus years is a long time to get that pissed over something.”

Dean looked at him. “You’re still irked?”

“Yes. That was a massive betrayal of my trust. It was a very painful thing. The wound is healing, but it’s gonna take time to go away completely. Until then...” he flicked Dean in the ear.

“Ow!” Dean put his hand to his ear.

Sam tried not to laugh. “I mean, if this is a ghost, maybe it's some sort of possession?”

Dean sighed. “What are you talking about? You heard her. Alcott's alive.”

“Well, we're definitely gonna want to talk to her,” Garth said.

Dean nodded. “Yeah, sounds like a plan. Did we eat yet?”

They found a little bar and grill to grab some food. “So, Dean, give me the skinny. Where were you this past year?” Garth asked with his mouth full.

“Why don't we save what I did on my summer vacation for another time?”

“Aw, come on.”

“Alright. I was in Purgatory.”

“Man, that's balls.”

“That's not how you say balls.”

“So how'd you get out?”

All eyes turned to Dean. Dean looked around at all the Confederate flags hanging up. “What's up with all the, uh, hillbilly hankies? These people know the Civil War's over, right?”

Garth shook his head. “That's a touchy subject around these parts. See, Missouri was a border state. So, half the men were Confederate, the other half were the Union.”

“How do you know all this?” Sam asked.

“I went to college.”

“You went to college?” Sam looked impressed.

“Yeah. College, and on to dental school.”

“What, you were a dentist?” Dean looked surprised.

“Yeah, just for, like, a hot minute. Where'd you think I got my first case?”

“Let me guess, Tooth Fairy,” Dean joked.

“Yeah. Man, I felt terrible when I ganked that SOB.”

Sam blinked. “Uh, you killed the Tooth Fairy?”

“Yeah, man. I mean, not my proudest moment, but it happened. Man, this is good.”

When they finished eating they caught wind of another murder. The son of the first murderer had stabbed a man to death with a shovel in a convenience store. Dean stood over the body. “So, first the mom goes Natural Born Killer, and now the son? Well, what do we got. a ghost with an Oedipus complex? I don't know what that means.”

“Check that out,” Sam pointed to a word written in blood on a refrigerator door.

“Sussex.,” Dean read the word. “What is that, another name?”

“I don’t know,” Sam shrugged. Garth, who had been speaking to the manager, came over in his leather jacket and an old baseball cap. “Hey, what'd the cops say?”

Garth noticed he had stepped in green goo again. “Aw, come on. Not much. Uh, Scott insisted he wasn't in control of himself. Says all he remembers is a red hot rage.”

“Family curse?” Liam suggested.

“Is that Bobby's hat?” Dean asked.

“Oh, yeah. Sure is. We worked a rugaru case together a few years back. He left it in my car, so I kept it as a memento.” Dean snatched it off his head. “What are you doing?”

“That's not how you wear it.”

The deputy came over to them. “Gentlemen, surveillance is up, but something is all screwy with it.”

They watched the stabbing, but Scott’s head was obscured by a bright white light. They walked away from the deputy and Dean turned to his companions. “You guys see the head? Ever seen anything like that before?”

Garth shook his head. “Like that? No way. So, I'm thinking we need to talk to Sara Alcott. I found her, although these days, she goes by Sara Brown.”

“How about this? I'll check her out, and you three see what you can find out about Sussex,” Sam suggested.

“Word,” Garth nodded.

Dean, Liam, and Garth went to the motel room. Dean sat on the laptop drinking a beer. Garth reached for one and Dean snatched it away. “Easy there, flyweight. Last time you drank a beer, I had to pick you up off the floor.”

Garth chuckled. “You're such an idjit.”

“Idjit's supposed to be used angrily. Okay? Not happy. If you're gonna butcher it, don't say it at all.”

Garth nodded. “All right. Just, uh, letting you know that I'm here for you, for anything. I know sometimes Bobby, he would-”

“You're not Bobby! Okay? You're never gonna be Bobby, so stop!” Dean snapped.

“Bobby belonged to all of us, Dean, not just you and Sam. Now, I'm just taking what he showed me and trying do something with it. That's all!”

Dean sighed. “Why don't you see if you can find something in that bourbon drenched book of his so we can get the hell out of Dixie, all right?”

“Yeah. I'm on it.”

“Hey. Sussex is not a who, it's a what. It's a business that went belly up about a year ago. Look at this. So, the guy that Scott brained? His old business partner, ran the company into the ground.”

“So, Scott had a beef with Jeff,” Liam looked up from Jason’s journal.

“Looks like.” Dean’s phone rang and he answered. “Hey, you're on speaker,” he set the phone on the table.

“Sara Alcott's clean, if you look past the fact that she and Chester knocked boots on prom night back in the day,” Sam’s voice came over the speaker.

Dean sighed. “Okay, so, Mary has a grudge against Sara, and Scott has a grudge against Jeff. Besides the fact this is making my head hurt, how does this add up to a ghost?”

“Because green goo equals specter,” Liam spoke up.

Dean looked at him. “Which equals ghost, right?”

“Yeah, kind of. A specter is an avenging ghost. It, uh, it possesses you and finds out whatever betrayals you're feeling and forces you to act on them.”

“Jason say anything in there about how we hunt these things?” Sam asked.

“Uh, the last specter he encountered rose shortly after someone desecrated a nearby grave.”

Garth took over the laptop to run a quick search. “Uh, there was a grave desecrated locally three days ago. It says here. Oh. This could get awkward.”

Garth took them to a cemetery to a tomb where a man stood guard. Dean blinked and looked at Garth. “The unknown soldier? You're kidding me, right?”

“Mary Lew steamrolled her husband the day after this place was vandalized. Do the math.”

“But I thought the unknown soldier was buried in Arlington,” Sam said.

Garth nodded. “Yep, but this is the Confederate tomb of the unknown soldier. See, the idea was, they took a faceless, nameless soldier they couldn't identify, and they buried him here to commemorate all the soldiers who died.”

“Did you learn that in college?” Dean asked.

“Nope, Civil War re-enactments. Once a year, every year. Don't hate.”

“Okay, uh, what about the guard?” Sam motioned to the uniformed man.

“Uh, he's ceremonial. Gone by dusk.”

“So, then we do this tonight?” Dean looked to his companions.

“Yeah,” Garth nodded.

“Burn a Confederate soldier's bones in a town full of rednecks? Sure,” Sam snorted.

They left and came back well after dark. Sam shined his flashlight around. “Place doesn't look disturbed to me. What's the police report say?”

“Uh, they think it was just some kids messing around. They, uh, found some beer cans, some graffiti. Oh, and the casket was open when they got here, but they closed that back up,” Garth answered.

“Yeah, but not before Casper had a chance to make a run for it,” Dean commented.

“So, what? If they never touched this, none of this would be happening?” Sam asked.

“That’s what the journal says,” Liam confirmed.

“Alright, well, let's get this party started,” Dean put his hands on the coffin lid. “Sammy, you want to give me a hand?”

They all four pushed the heavy stone lid aside to reveal a skeleton in a uniform with a sword and gun. Garth’s eyes widened. “Whoa. Check out this hardware. Do you guys know how much this is worth?”

Dean tilted his head. “Yeah, but why open it up if you're not gonna take anything?”

Sam shrugged. “I don't know. Maybe the cops showed up and they had to split fast.”

“You sure this will work, even on a specter?” Garth asked.

Dean shrugged. “It's a ghost, isn't it? You burn its bones, the ghost disappears.”

Sam poured the salt and lighter fluid, and Dean struck a match. Garth stopped him. “I kind of feel like we should say something, alright? Don't you? Just a little...”

“Sure. We won,” Dean said as he dropped the match and watched the corpse go up in flames.

The next day the sheriff was murdered by a deputy right in the office. Dean looked around. “Ten bones says Deputy Doug had an axe to grind with his boss.”

“How can you be so sure?” Garth asked. Dean pointed to the green goo on the tape dispenser. “Ah, what the hell?”

Dean shrugged. “Maybe we torched the wrong redneck.”

“Or maybe not. Maybe an object was removed from the grave, something the specter's attaching itself to,” Sam suggested.

“Like Bobby's flask?” Dean asked.

Garth shook his head. “Um, I don't know, guys. You saw what I saw. Those kids didn't take anything.”

“Or they did and it was something we missed,” Liam bit his lip.

“And this specter hitched a ride with it,” Dean added. “And whoever has the object gets possessed.”

Garth nodded. “Okay. So, who's got the object, and, more importantly, who do they got a grudge against?”

They went into a holding cell to talk to Deputy Wallace. “Alright. We need you to focus, Deputy. Other lives depend on it. Tell me what happened after you shot the sheriff,” Sam stood over him.

“I was on the ground. I think Karl tackled me, and I asked him what happened.”

“And?” Dean looked at him.

“He didn't answer me. He just took my gun and walked away.”

“Did he say where he was going?”

“I guess I must have hurt him too. He said he was going to the hospital.”

They left the cell and Dean turned to his companions. “You three find out what you can about the unknown soldier. I got the hospital.”

Sam, Liam, and Garth decided to head to the library for more research. They asked a librarian where to find information on the unknown soldier. “You do know there is a good reason he's called the unknown soldier, right?” she said as she led them through the shelves.

Sam nodded. “Right. Uh, we were just hoping maybe a theory or two had been a floated around over the years, something local, maybe?”

“There is one,” she picked up a book and started leafing through the pages. “Corporal Collins of the Union shot and killed his brother, Vance, who fought for the Confederacy. Local boys.”

“Wait, so two brothers fought on opposite sides of the Civil War?” Sam looked a little surprised.

The librarian nodded. “Legend has it that Vance swore vengeance on his brother with his dying breath. Years later, consumed by guilt, no doubt, the corporal dug his brother up where he'd buried him on the battlefield and brought him home.”

“Are you suggesting this Vance guy is the unknown soldier?” Garth asked.

“That's one theory, anyway.”

“What's that?” Sam pointed to a photograph where Vance was wearing a pendant.

“Most of the soldiers were poor farmers, so the families would give them a penny on a string. It was for good luck, and in case they ever got lost, they always had a penny for food or drink.”

“A penny,” Sam looked to his companions.

Sam tried to call Dean, but he didn’t answer. They looked for him, and found him back at the motel sitting next to his ringing phone. Sam looked at him. “Dean? What the hell, man? We went to the hospital. You're not answering your phone.”

Dean stood up, goo coming from his right ear. He pointed his gun at Sam. “You two should have looked for me when I was in Purgatory.”

Sam held up his hands. “Come on, Dean. I know it's not you in there pulling the strings.”

“Shut up! You never even wanted this life. Always blamed me for pulling you back into it.”

“That's not true.”

“Crowley and Castiel barely found Purgatory. What exactly did you want us to do?” Liam asked.

Dean turned the gun to him. “How hard did you even try? Probably not very. You just left me to die and went and found yourself a replacement just like that. Four months? Really? It probably wasn’t even that long before you hopped right into someone else’s bed.”

“Whoa!” Garth got in between Dean and Liam.

“Garth, don’t,” Sam warned him away.

Garth shook his head. “No, he won't kill me. His beef isn't with me. You're not gonna shoot me, are you, Dean?”

Dean pointed at Garth. “Move!”

“Come on, Dean. You do not want to kill your brother and your man. You've been protecting them. Don't stop now.”

“They left me to rot in Purgatory!”

“Alright. Maybe they did. I don't know. I wasn't there. But I'm sure they had their reasons.”

“Just like you had your reasons for Benny,” Sam pointed out.

“Benny has been more of a brother to me this past year than you've ever been! That's right. Cas let me down. You let me down. The only person that hasn't let me down is Benny.”

Garth drew his attention again. “I know you're angry. But, man, you got to fight this thing. Do not do this! Just let it go. Come on, Dean.”

Dean tried to shove Garth out of the way. Garth punched him and Dean dropped the penny. “Ow! God!” Garth cradled his hand. Then he leaned down to pick up the penny.

“Garth, don’t!” Sam shouted.

“It's cool. It's all good. I'm cool.” He took the penny and left.

Dean took a deep breath and wiped the goo from his ear. “Maybe I’ll just go get my own room tonight,” Liam moved to grab his bag.

Dean grabbed his arm. “Liam, yeah, I’m kinda irritated with you both, but that thing, it blew those feelings way out of proportion. I’m better now and I’m sorry.”

Liam looked at him. “So, you think you can cheat on me, try to kill me, and whatever the fuck else you want, but as long as you say you’re sorry it’s cool.”

Dean sighed. “No, I don’t think that,” he let go of Liam’s arm. “I’m not just saying I’m sorry. I am actually sorry. And it’s not like your hands are clean. You admitted to still being angry about the bar chick thing. If the penny had been pressed into your hand you would’ve tried to kill me for the very thing you flicked me in the ear for earlier. I’d have to be possessed by something in order to intentionally hurt you. I love you.”

“Okay,” Liam tossed his bag to the floor. “Maybe we need to talk before bed.”

Sam started backing out of the room. “I’ll just leave you two to that that then.”

In the morning they walked out to Garth’s car with him. “It took me forever to melt that penny, but it's finally gone.”

“How come that penny didn't jack you like everyone else?” Dean asked. “I mean, I can understand why it didn't affect the kid who took it. He's young and innocent. But, uh, everyone at some point in their life feels like they've been screwed.”

“Not me, man. I let all that stuff go with the help of my yogi, my Sega Genesis. And you should too. You can't change the past, amigo. Now, there's something I want to say to you. Stop being a idjit! With Bobby dead, you and Sam and Liam are all each other has. And that's not so bad, man. Now, you know what's coming next, right? Come on,” he spread his arms.

“Yeah, okay,” Dean hugged Garth.

Dean took out Bobby’s old hat and put it back on Garth’s head. “Hey, uh... Keep on trucking, Garth.”

“Thanks,” Garth tipped the hat. “Gotta go.”

Dean watched Garth drive away and Sam came up beside him. “You and Liam have a nice chat last night?”

“I wouldn’t call it nice. It got heated at times, but we both said a lot of things I think we needed to say. He recapped the conversation you two had after I disappeared and you just went home. You guys had no idea what else to do.”

“No, we didn’t. Like Liam said, if Crowley and Cas had trouble what the hell were we supposed to do. Opening a gate was one thing, but finding you, if that was even where you were… Our world pretty much imploded. Did Liam tell you that for a while he couldn’t really sleep, and when he did he would often wake up screaming?”

“He did. He said he took my loss really hard. After four months you were all very sure I was dead, if I wasn’t the minute I went poof. And he didn’t jump into Owen’s bed, Owen really had to chase him.”

“Yeah, he did. Owen actually came to me and asked what Liam liked. I told him Liam liked roses and for a time the house looked like the rose parade. Owen really wanted what you cling to so hard, and he really had to work for it. The guy treated Liam like royalty, and you show up at the door and the guy gets dumped for his trouble. Does that tell you anything?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, it does. The crazy bitch really loves me. I really love him too. There isn’t much I wouldn’t do for either of you, you know. And I know your new family means a lot to you, but that doesn’t mean I’m being replaced.”

Sam gave him a funny look. “Of course you’re not being replaced. You’re my big brother, you gave up your childhood to look after me. If you really were a mechanic that got laid off and had nowhere to go like we told that child services lady, I really would have asked Natalie to take you two in. The only thing that might have been different is Natalie might have asked you to look for jobs to get back on your feet again. But no matter what you’re still family. If we had had any clue how to even begin to get you back we would have.”

Dean let out a deep sigh. “I hear you. Liam decided he’ll keep hunting with me as long as I keep compromising.”

“Liam doesn’t have three kids to worry about. Dean, you nearly shot me last night, and that’s just one of dozens of instances I was nearly killed, and my daughter hasn’t even been born yet. I can’t contribute financially, and that bugs me to no end, but I can play with them. When they start school I can help them with homework. Every time John has a nightmare when I’m home he runs into our bedroom and clings to me for dear life until he falls asleep again.”

Dean nodded. “I can’t say I understand completely, but I get it to an extent. Just keep tossing things around in your head a little while longer, okay? For now, let’s get breakfast and head home.”
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