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Hunting Humanity X	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1093 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam and Dean sat in the library drinking coffee one morning, not saying anything to each other. “So, you really think God won't show up to help us with the Darkness?” Sam brought the subject up.

Dean looked at his brother like he was crazy. “He didn't show up for the Apocalypse, why would he now?”

“I don't know, because this time it's his sister.”

“That's why he left us the Hulk. I mean, even Cas thinks it makes sense. He always did seem a little overpowered compared to everything else we've faced. Amara presented a little bit of a challenge.”

“Yeah, but...” Sam let out a little sigh and leaned back in the chair. “Now that he knows God isn't watching, he's got a mind of his own and he does what he wants.”

Dean raised an eyebrow at that. “So you think he's just going to ignore a threat?”

“No, that's not what I'm saying. He just might not do things the way God would want, so wouldn't it be in everyone's best interest for God to come back and take care of it?”

“Maybe, but I'm not holding out that much hope. Anything of help in what Cas found in Gaza?”

Sam shook his head. “Not in anything I could read. Liam went down after breakfast to finish going over what's in Aramaic. Doesn't it worry you that he can do more stuff like that now?”

“What worries me is his nightmares about Lucifer. They freak him out, and they shouldn't be happening.” Dean's phone started ringing and he looked to see who it was. “Well, I'll be damned. Donna, what's shakin'?” he answered.

“Fat sucker Donna?” Sam asked quietly.

Dean nodded. “What do you mean killer bunny? Okay, uh, give us a few hours. We'll be there.”

“What was that?” Sam asked when Dean hung up.

“Donna has an unusual case on her hands, one she thinks might be our kind of thing. We might as well go check it out.”

“Okay. You get Liam, and we'll load up the car.”

Several hours later they pulled up to a police station in Minnesota. “Sheriff, hey,” Sam greeted Donna as they got out of the car.

“Oh! You three are a sight for sore eyes!” she greeted them each with a hug.

“What, are you working all ten thousand lakes now?” Dean asked. “This isn't usually your beat.”

“Just Larsen County, what with the cutbacks and all. For the most part it's been tater tots and lemon drops, except for this doozy. I mean, when you get a call about a killer Easter bunny, you don't know what to think.”

“Well, you think crazy,” Dean said.

“Guy's real strong, too. Lashed out at several officers. Took a whole team just to get him into custody. But that's not the weirdest part. The bunny head won't come off.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“Tried everything short of a chainsaw, but it's really stuck. I mean, who knows? Could be nothing. Guy could just have a big melon like my Uncle Wally. But ever since I've seen what goes bump in the night, I'm not taking any chances.”

“You did the right thing, for sure,” Sam agreed.

“Maybe. I'm just still not one hundred percent sure this is our kind of case. But if, uh, you got a wild hare... See what I did there?” Dean joked.

A man in a uniform came out. “Who you got there, Sheriff?”

“Gentlemen, this is Officer Stover. He's lead on the case,” Donna introduced them.

“Agents Elliott, Savage, and Finnegan,” Sam motioned to his companions.

“Huh. Nice to meet ya. And please, call me Doug,” he reached to shake their hands.

“These fine fellas will be helping out with the old hippity hop,” Donna informed him.

“We're gonna need it. And not that Sheriff Hanscum isn't doing a bang up job. We're lucky to have her. Well, I better get back to it.”

“Uh huh,” Dean gave a knowing look as he watched Doug leave.

“What?” Donna looked at him funny.

Dean shrugged. “Hey, it's none of our business, but it looks like somebody might have a crush.”

“I was born at night, Dean. Not last night.”

“What's the deal?” Sam asked. “He seems nice.”

“He is! But he's a cop named Doug. I mean, clearly I have a type, but no thank you, ma'am. Won't be once bitten, twice Doug'd.”

“That's not quite fair,” Liam threw his two cents in. “A name and a job don't define someone.”

“Alright, where's the wascally wabbit?” Dean asked, sensing that Donna didn't want to be pushed on the subject.

Donna took them to the holding cell. The guy was sitting completely still on the bed, the blank eyes of the rabbit head staring at them. “That is just really freaking creepy,” Liam commented.

“Any witnesses?” Sam asked.

Donna nodded. “Yeah, victim's wife, Fran Hinkle. Poor thing thought she was next, but the bunny just up and walked out the door.”

“You ID him yet?” Dean asked.

“Nope. No wallet. No cell. Ran his prints, but no prior record. Couldn't even get our hands on him long enough to check for any identifying marks. Only thing we do know, he's Caucasian, roughly eighteen to twenty five. And terrifying.”

Doug poked his head in. “Clive's on the line. Said it's an emergency.”

“Just shoot a hoot if you need me,” Donna said as she followed Doug down the hall.

Dean moved a little closer to the bars. “What's up, Doc? Be easier all around if you just talk to us.”

“Careful,” Sam warned.

Dean moved even closer. “Yeah. So what happened, pal? What, you dropped too much Molly? Super glue your mask to your head, get paranoid, stab a guy? I've been there.”

“Let me guess, Rog. You were framed!” Sam attempted a joke.

Liam shook his head. “Might wanna leave the humor to your brother.”

“What he said,” Dean turned away for a moment.

“Dean!” Sam tried to warn his brother, but it was too late. The man with the bunny head had lunged forward and grabbed Dean through the bars and had him in a choke hold. Liam raced to try and help get him off, but the guy was too strong. Sam grabbed some holy water and poured it on the now exposed arm. There was no reaction. “It's not a demon.” Sam joined in the effort, and between the three of them they got Dean free. Sam noticed a now visible tattoo on the man's wrist. “Kylie Forever. That'll work.”

They started trying to find Kylie. They figured if they could at least identify the guy with the bunny head, the rest might fall into place. After a long afternoon Dean pulled up in front of another house with a young blonde woman coming out the front door. “Better be her. Last Kylie on the list,” Dean got out of the car.

“Excuse me. Kylie Jennings?” Sam approached her.

“Yes?”

“You know this rabbit?” Dean showed her the mugshot.

“You found him,” she seemed relieved.

“Who is he?” Sam asked.

“Mike Hooks. He's my boyfriend.”

“Okay, well, you have any idea why your boyfriend would stab somebody?”

“Wait, what?” she was a little freaked out by that.

“How would Mike know Stan Hinkle?” Dean asked.

“Who?”

“The victim.”

“Okay, hold on. This makes no sense. Why would Mike stab a complete stranger? I mean... Oh, god.”

“What?” Liam asked.

“I don't know. I thought it was nothing, but he was acting really weird yesterday.”

“Weird how?”

“Well, after class, we went to this thrift shop. We needed to buy costumes for a party off campus. And Mike found this super creepy bunny mask. I mean, it grossed me out, which he just loved. But as soon as he put it on...”

“That's when the weird started,” Dean guessed.

“Yeah. He just stared at me. At first I thought that he was just messing around, but then he walked out without paying. He left his cell at the register, so I had no way of reaching him, and... Look, Mike's like the sweetest, okay? But I'm telling you, as soon as he put that mask on, it's like he was a completely different person.”

They thanked her and went back to the car. “We all thinking cursed bunny head?” Dean asked his companions.

“Yeah, something like that,” Sam nodded. “We just gotta figure out a way to get it off him and burn it.”

Dean called Donna to tell her what they found out, but while he was talking to her something happened. When they got back to the police station Donna explained that they had sedated Mike and were taking him to the hospital to try and get the bunny head off when Mike attacked. Doug shot him, and the head came right off.

They took the bunny head out into the woods to properly dispose of it. “You okay?” Dean asked Donna while Sam was pouring salt and gasoline on the head.

She shook her head. “No, not really. A nineteen year old kid is dead.”

“That's not on you or Doug. He was just doing his job,” Sam tried to give her a little comfort.

“I know, but... That kid was innocent. I mean, if the mask was cursed, then he was just a puppet, right? He was a victim, too.”

“Unfortunately, yes,” Liam nodded. “But we have the mask now, and it's going bye bye.”

Sam handed her the matches. “No one else dies. Not like this.”

She lit the mask and they watched as it burned. Then they headed for a motel to try and get some rest. They still didn't know why the bunny mask made the guy kill, but they thought it was a matter that could wait until morning.

Then they heard about another attack at a high school. They went to the school and were checking out the crime scene in the coach's office when Donna and Doug came in. “Good news, coach is still alive. Bad news, he's in a coma, so we're not out of the woods yet,” Donna told them.

Doug shook his head. “Two masked psychos in two days. I mean, what are the chances?”

“My guess? Copycat killer,” Donna said quickly.

“Damn social media,” Dean added.

“Okay...” Doug seemed a little put off by that.

“Yeah. You know, did you guys talk to the kid yet?” Sam asked.

“Be my guest,” Donna motioned to where the only witness was sitting.

They went over to the young man. “Hi. Agents Elliott, Savage, and Finnegan,” Sam introduced them.

“Brock Buckner,” the kid replied.

“Well, um, Brock, what did you see?” Dean asked.

“Not much, man. I mean, I was just hammering my bi's, getting all swole, and next thing I know, coach Evans is getting his ass kicked by the mascot.”

“And who is the mascot?” Sam asked.

“Why would I know? I'm the quarterback. Besides, his mask wouldn't come off. I couldn't believe how strong he was either. I mean, for a scrawny dude, he was as strong as me, and I hold the state bench record.”

“Oh, yeah? What do you bench?” Dean asked curiously.

“Four plates. On each side.”

“Okay, so other than the, uh, mask not coming off and the Jester hulking out, did you notice anything else unusual?” Sam tried to get back to the case.

“What do you mean?”

“Uh, power surges? Temperature fluctuations?”

“Uh, the weight room did get really cold.”

They went back to the jail and stood in front of the jester's cell with Donna. That person was acting just as weird and creepy as the first. Dean pulled out his EMF detector and it lit up. “Well... Ain't a cursed object. Ghost possession.”

“Oh, for jeez. Ghosts can possess people?” Donna couldn't believe it.

Sam nodded. “Yeah. So, uh, Ghosts 101, somebody's spirit can attach itself to an object or a bunch of objects left behind. In this case, masks.”

“Right, so whoever possesses the object gets possessed,” Dean explained.

“But if we can't get the mask, how the heck do ya unpossess someone?” Donna asked.

“Everything has a weakness, even ghosts,” Sam said.

“They hate iron and salt. So all we gotta do is spook the spook with a little salt and, uh, maybe we could pry it off,” Dean suggested.

Donna pulled a salt shaker out of her fanny pack. “My diet secret. One bite of dessert and then I dump salt on it. Kills the craving.”

“And that works?” Dean was surprised.

“You betcha. On everything except salted caramel.”

“Well, that's cute. But I was thinking something a little bit more like this,” Dean pulled out a sawed off shot gun.

“You said no one else was dying,” Donna was a little freaked.

“Salt pellets,” Dean explained just before he fired.

The pellets hit the jester, and the spirit left, leaving a teenage girl on the floor with the mask beside her. “What's going on?” she was confused.

They brought the girl out of the cell and sat her by Donna's desk while they decided what to do with her. “Poor thing doesn't deserve to be locked up,” Donna felt bad for her.

“So let her go. No one saw her face, right?” Sam said.

Dean nodded in agreement. “Yeah, he was a drifter, overpowered you, escaped.”

“Well, there's some female empowerment for ya,” Donna didn't like the idea.

“Like the guy in the bunny head, she's also a victim,” Liam pointed out. “And this one you can save.”

They went back over to Donna's desk and Donna sat down across from the terrified looking girl. “Don't worry, hon. Just gonna ask you a few questions, then you're free to go,” Donna assured her.

“I am?” she was surprised by that.

“Scout's honor.”

“You remember attacking Coach Evans?” Dean asked her.

“No, I swear. I went to pick up the new mascot costume, went to try it on, and the next thing I know, I'm in jail.”

“Did you even know him?” Sam asked.

“He was my PE coach last semester. I mean, he was kind of a hard ass, but... That doesn't mean that I wanted him dead.”

“Michelle, where did you get the costume? Was it a thrift store?” Dean asked.

“No, someone donated it to the school.”

“Do you know who?”

She gave them a name, and they went to see the woman. Sam knocked on her door and she came out with a little boy. “Rita Johnson?”

“Yeah, who's asking?”

“Got a few questions we want to ask you about a case in town,” Dean said.

“Who is it, Mom?” the little boy asked.

“Um, Max, why don't you go back and finish your homework?” his mother urged him.

“Why are the police here?”

“Hey there, fella. You ever see a real cop car? I mean, if it's okay with your mom,” Donna offered.

“Yeah,” Rita nodded.

“Yeah. You can talk on the police radio,” Donna led him off.

“Mind if we come inside?” Dean asked when the boy was out of hearing range.

They sat at her table and Dean asked her about the costumes she donated and where they came from. “The costumes belonged to my brother Chester. He was a kids' party performer before he passed.”

“And, um, how did Chester die?” Dean asked.

“Uh, my brother suffered from depression. He took his own life a couple months back. Jumped off a bridge.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Sam offered his condolences.

“Max begged me to keep the costumes. He loved them. He loved his uncle. I mean, he lived with us, so they were really close. But they made me sad, so I donated them to the local high school, the theater company.”

“Can I ask where Chester's buried?” Sam asked.

“He's not. He was cremated.”

“Would you mind making a list of his costumes? As many as you can remember?”

“Sure. But what does this have to do with your case?”

“That's what we're trying to figure out.”

“Uh, one more question. Did Chester have a falling out with Stan Hinkle or Phil Evans? Um, or anyone for that matter?” Dean brought the subject up.

“What do you mean?”

“Did he, um, have any unfinished business with anyone?”

“No, not that I can think of. I mean, I don't even... I don't think Chester even knew those guys.”

After Rita gave them the list they went back outside and told Donna what they had found out. “I remember Chester's suicide. Real sad. So now that we know he's the ghost, how do we stop him?”

“Well, usually you gotta burn their bones, but he was cremated,” Dean said.

“So we're up poop's creek without a paddle?” Donna was a little worried.

“Not exactly. I mean, looks like he's tied to the costumes, which means the only way to stop him is to burn them,” Sam explained.

“Then we're already ahead of the game. I had Doug go to the high school and collect the costumes.”

“Great. Here is a list of the rest. Think you and Doug can round them up?” Sam handed her the list.

“Yeah. You betcha.”

“Now we just gotta figure out what Chester's beef was with the victims. Ghosts come back for something personal. Usually, it's revenge,” Dean said.

“Probably had something to do with his death,” Liam added his opinion. “I mean, vengeful spirits don't usually come back after suicides. Unless maybe he was driven to it. There has to be some connection.”

Sam nodded. “Alright, drop me off at the hospital. I'll check on the coach.”

“And we'll see if we can find Stan's widow,” Dean moved to get into the car. “Let's go.”

Once Sam was dropped off Dean and Liam paid the widow a visit. They sat down with her to talk about her husband. “Phil and Stan were college roommates. Knew each other since they were eighteen. They were like brothers.”

“Out of all these years of friendship, did, uh, your husband or the coach ever know a guy by the name of Chester Johnson? He was a children's performer,” Dean asked her.

“Yeah. They knew. I can't even say his name. He makes me sick! I know you shouldn’t speak ill of the dead, but I have nothing nice to say about that man.”

“Could you elaborate a little on that?” Liam asked. “I know it sounds really strange, but we think your husband's death and the suicide might be related, so we need to know.”

“How could they be related?”

“It's hard to explain,” Dean gave her a charming smile. “But my partner is right, we need to know.”

“Well, we think Chester was a little too into children, if you get my meaning. They confronted him about it shortly before his death. We didn't want to involve the cops, it would've been too hard on the kids. They went to Rita first, but she didn't believe them. Next thing we knew Chester was dead.”

“I see,” Dean gave a little nod. “Well, thank you for your time.”

They went to pick Sam up at the hospital, only to find out that Coach Evans was dead. An older man in a clown suit had come in and slit his throat with a scalpel. “Killer clown? You're serious?” Dean couldn't believe it.

“No, Dean, I'm joking. Because clowns are really funny to me,” Sam said sarcastically.

“Did you take care of it?”

“Yeah. What about you? Anything?”

“Yeah, turns out that Stan and the coach were besties from way back who accused Chester of crossing the line with their kids.”

“Oh, wow.”

“Yeah. But they didn't wanna go to the cops because they didn't wanna embarrass their kids. So they decided to track down Chester themselves. They went to his house and got Rita instead.”

“So she lied? Chester did know the victims?”

“Apparently. So Fran said that Rita told them to screw off. And, well, before they had a chance to confront him, he killed himself.”

“So suicide led to a vengeful spirit. I mean, it's not like we haven't seen it before.”

“I'm still not so sure,” Liam spoke up. “I mean, Rita lied to us. Who knows what the hell else she's covering up.”

“He has a point,” Dean agreed.

They went back to Rita's house and Dean knocked on the door. Her son answered. “Hey, uh, Max, right? Is, uh, is your mom home?”

“Not yet,” the kid answered.

“Okay. Um, I just needed to ask her a few more questions.”

“I guess you can wait inside,” Max motioned for them to come in.

They followed Max into the living room and Dean saw cards on a table. “Hey. Poker? I can show you a move or two.”

“Magic trick. Something my uncle taught me.”

“Ah. Yeah, you were pretty close to him, huh?”

“Yeah. He was cool. I miss him.”

“He sounds like a good guy.”

“He was. What those men said about him wasn't true.”

Just then Rita burst in looking upset. “I don't appreciate you talking to my son when I am not home.”

“Hey, we were just trading some card tricks, that's all,” Dean tried to calm her down.

“What are you even doing here? I told you everything I know.” Dean gave her a knowing look and then looked over at Max. “Okay, honey, go to your room.”

“Look, we know that the coach and Stan confronted you about Chester,” Sam said when Max was out of earshot.

“That is none of your damn business. It has nothing to do with any of this.”

“Those men were murdered. And whether or not you believe it, your brother is connected.”

“How? Chester is dead. Killed himself.”

“You sure about that?” Dean pressed her.

“Look, we need to know the truth. People's lives are at stake here,” Sam tried a more diplomatic approach.

“Yeah. Maybe yours. Maybe Max's,” Dean added.

“Okay. A couple of months ago, Stan and the coach came by. They said that Chester was with their kids, did something inappropriate. I got defensive. I mean, Chester was sweet, like a dad to Max. So I told them to get lost. If they had a problem with Chester, they could go to the cops.”

“But they didn't,” Sam said.

“They didn't have any evidence. But then, I started to have my doubts. I mean, as much as I wanted to defend my brother... What they said really got under my skin. Chester was always a little off. Only got along with kids. That's why he became a party performer. I spent my whole life sticking up for my brother. But what if I couldn't see him for who he really was? And he and Max were so close. I mean what if he was hurting him, and I didn't know? Chester was my brother, but Max is my son.”

“So you wanted to protect him,” Sam gave her an understanding look.

“How could I look the other way? I had to suck it up and face my biggest fear. If not me, then who? But I should've talked to him. I just should've gone to him first. Instead, I called Stan back. And he said that they would take care of it. So one day when Chester was working, I told them where he was. They promised me that they weren't gonna hurt Chester. They were just gonna scare him a little bit. And I thought, you know, maybe a good scare, maybe that's all he needed.”

“And that was the day he died?” Liam guessed.

“They didn't mean to kill him. They said that it was an accident. But I wasn't there, so I didn't know what to believe. And I wanted to go to the cops and explain what happened, but Stan said that we'd all go to jail. And I couldn't do that to Max. He already lost his father and his uncle. And he couldn't lose me too. So I didn't say anything. Fear cripples you. It makes you do nothing. Or worse, It makes you do something that you regret. I should've trusted my brother.”

Sam's phone started ringing and he grabbed it to answer it. “Hi. How's it going?”

“Tracked down every last costume,” Donna reported.

“You didn't happen to see a deer head by chance, did you?”

“Deer head? That wasn't on the list.”

“Oh, my god,” Rita was shocked when she saw Max come in wearing the deer head.

Max threw Dean and Liam like rag dolls, stunning both of them. “Max? Max!” Rita called out to her son. Sam grabbed a piece of iron out of his pocket, but before he could touch Max with it, he was thrown into the china cabinet. “Max, no! What are you doing?” Rita was terrified as her own son started to choke her.

Dean saw the iron rod on the floor, and he moved to grab it, quickly touching it to Max's back. Chester's spirit retreated, and when the deer head fell off Max the boy seemed confused. “Mom, what's happening?”

Dean tossed the deer head to Sam. “Burn it now!” Sam nodded and took the head outside. “Come with me,” Dean ordered Rita and Max. He made a big salt circle on the dining room floor. “Okay. Whatever you do, stay inside this circle.”

“I don't understand,” Rita didn't know what was going on.

“Ghosts. You wanna know how this ties to your brother? Cause and effect. Wrongful death spawns a vengeful spirit,” Dean explained.

Chester suddenly manifested beside them and threw Dean through a door. Liam started to run to get the iron, but Chester grabbed him and pinned him to the wall, choking him. “Uncle Chester, no!” Max cried out.

Chester paused a moment like he was considering leaving them all alone, but then he resumed trying to kill Liam. Just before the blond passed out Chester staggered back and went up in flames. Liam fell to the ground gasping for a minute. “Took him long enough.”

Dean came to and sat up. “Everyone okay?”

“Yeah, the usual,” Liam helped him up.

They called Donna, and she and Doug came over after burning the rest of the costumes. Rita started talking to Doug about what happened while the three men stood with Donna. “Alright, I think it's, uh, time we get out of here,” Sam said.

“Here's hoping something less murderous brings you back to Minnesota, like Prince or cheese curd fest,” Donna said.

“You had me at curd,” Dean gave her a little smile.

“I don't know how you three do this, day in, day out. Figuring out who's possessed, who isn't. Your life's one big poop storm, isn't it?”

“Spoken like a true hunter,” Dean chuckled.

“Really? Hunter?”

Sam nodded. “Oh, yeah. I mean, with three cases under your belt, I think you earned it.”

“Yay!” She gave each of them a hug. “Thank you. Bye.”

“Bye,” Dean gave her a little wave as they headed out to the car.

“Why do ghosts always seem to focus on me?” Liam sighed as he climbed into the backseat.

“I don't know,” Dean settled into his place in the driver's seat. “But at least you're still in one piece. Let's go home. And I mean our real home, not the... That sound good to you, Sam?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “I'd like that.”
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