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Hunting Humanity	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1867 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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When Liam exited the bathroom and turned back toward the room he saw a flurry of activity. Something had definitely happened. Three nurses were in with Dean checking him out. When the vampire saw his eyes were open he gave a little cheer inside his head. His first spell had been a success. He stood just outside the door and watched as the breathing tube was removed and dozens of questions were asked while the nurses recorded Dean’s vitals.

After the nurses left looking rather bewildered at what seemed like a miracle, Liam entered the room and plopped down on a chair. His legs felt like jello, and he wasn’t used to feeling so weak. Did spells always take so much out of a person? “Welcome back,” he gave Dean a soft but tired smile.

“Thanks,” Dean replied in a hoarse tone. His mouth gave a very Dean-like smirk, but his eyes looked at Liam with a whole new perspective. “And, uh, thanks for killing me...'Uncle' Bobby."

Bobby only gave a little nod. The man was obviously relieved to have Dean back among the living, but it seemed he was a little put off by being put in the situation in the first place.

"Do you... remember anything?" Liam asked Dean curiously. If Dean had no memory of being outside his body, then his deep dark secrets were indeed still safe. Although, if his secrets made him seem more human than monster, maybe he did want Dean to remember. The whole thing was so confusing.

Dean was quiet for a moment. “Yeah, I remember everything. It was... surreal, I can tell you that.” Then the elder Winchester cleared his throat and turned to Sam. "I could use something to eat. I'm sure Liam might be hungry too. I'd like to talk to Bobby."

"Yeah, I could actually use a little pick me up," Liam nodded, having mixed feelings about Dean remembering everything. Hopefully Sam had another bag of blood. "You still got my... favorite food?" he asked Sam. "Or do I have to scrounge something up myself?" Of course, he knew there was no way in hell the brothers were going to let him feed on a person. Actually, the bags were easier than hunting for blood, he just wished there was a way to make the bags warm and fresh. He wondered what Dean wanted to say to Bobby, especially if it was about him, but he picked himself up off the chair and headed for the door. "I guess we'll be in the... cafeteria..."

When they were down the hall a little ways and out of earshot of any hospital personnel, Sam took Liam by the arm to get his attention. He dug deep in his pocket and pulled out a little key card, handing it over to the vampire. "Your favorite restaurant's on the fifth floor. You really helped my brother. Why don't you help yourself?"

Liam took the key card with a nod. It seemed he'd done something right by saving Dean's life, even though he was probably the one that endangered it in the first place. "When I have a pulse again, we'll be even," he said.

“Yeah, we’re gonna find a way to make that happen,” Sam reassured him.

The two of them walked to the elevator together. Sam got on one going down to the second floor where the cafeteria was, and Liam got on one going up to the fifth floor. Sam hadn't mentioned where exactly the blood bank was, but he'd find it.

He wandered around until he found the right door, and searched the hall to make sure no one was paying attention before going in. Using the key card to open one of the fridges his eyes widened at all the blood just sitting there. It was a vampire's dream, except for the it being cold part. He snatched a bag and put it in his jacket pocket before sneaking back out. It seemed odd that the blood wasn't better guarded, but he wasn't going to complain. Slipping into a janitor's closet, he tore the bag open and drank the cold liquid down. It only took a minute for a little strength to come back to him. He stuffed the bag in the trash and headed back to the ICU. He stopped outside the door, wondering if it was safe to enter. His eyes looked to Dean through the glass for some kind of sign of whether or not Bobby was going to try and kill him.

The older hunter saw the vampire's return and he met him at the glass door of Dean's room. Sliding the door to the side, a stone cold look on Bobby's face. "You even think about making one of them a snack...and I'll be taking that head of yours for a trophy," he threatened without even a twitch of an eye. Then he stepped aside indicating that the vampire was free to pass.

“I guess you know now,” Liam sighed and entered the room, lowering himself down on a chair. The whole situation really sucked. There he was stuck in a hospital feeling like he hadn’t slept or eaten in days, and he was surrounded by hunters he didn’t entirely trust. Well, Sam and Dean he trusted a little now. Bobby, that was a whole other kettle of fish.

Deciding that he didn’t have much of a choice but to try and rest, he scooted his chair up toward the bed and lay his head on Dean’s leg. Dean blinked at him, and it may have seemed like a strange thing to do, but the end goal was to make it so Bobby couldn’t hurt him without hurting Dean as well. That, and the close proximity would ensure Dean could better protect him. He trusted Dean to do that much. "Don't let him..." he was out cold before he finished the sentence.

Liam was dead to the world for five hours. When he started to come to again he moaned softly, his eyes slowly opening. "That feels better... kinda..." He had an awful crick in his neck from the way his head was angled, but he felt refreshed. He sat up, massaging the sore spot with his fingers. "I think that spell just sapped me dry of every ounce of energy I had." That wasn't surprising given that bringing a person back to life wasn't easy. "But I'm good now. Do we get to get out of here yet?”

“Nah, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon,” Dean answered. “While you were... taking your nap, we were just talking about how weird it was that I was stuck outside my body. I mean, I was close to death, but not that close. There really isn’t much info on the subject, but as far as any of us can tell, it shouldn’t have happened like that. You know anything?”

Liam shook his head. He hadn’t really given it that much thought at the time. They’d just been so focused on getting Dean back into his body. But now that he was thinking about it, it did seem a bit strange. Had they just stumbled onto a case?

“I think we need to investigate before we leave,” Sam said.

“I agree,” Dean nodded. “Sammy, go get Dad's journal and anything out of the trunk that'll make it through security and that we can use to secure this room. You and Bobby see how many patients total are on life support." Dean ordered. "Liam, you stay here with me, since you're the other....agent."

Liam listened to Dean give out instructions, and it was actually kinda hot. No. This was just a business relationship. He wasn't going there again. While he sat his mind mulled over everything. What they needed to know was if any other patients on life support were also out of their bodies. Then his eyes lit up. "I think I've got an idea. Stay here, I'll be right back," he said as he left the room. Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, he searched supply closets and drawers for what he needed. He came back in about five minutes with a small bottle of colloidal silver and a syringe. "They do not guard their stuff very well here," he commented as he put the bottle down on the little table and stuck the needle in the top.

“Dude, what are you-” Dean looked rather annoyed, but Liam put a hand up to silence him.

“You’ll see in a minute,” Liam said, pulling a small amount of the liquid into the syringe, he lay down on the floor and pulled up his sleeve. "Not that you'll be all that broken up if this goes horribly wrong," he commented sarcastically. "Cheers." With that he stuck the needle into his own vein and injected the silver. Only a second later his body stiffened and began to violently seize. It stopped after about a minute, and his wide empty eyes were focused on the ceiling. Liam then stood over his own body, his head shaking. "God, I forgot how weird this was." He put a hand on Dean's shoulder a second before picking up a marker left by a nurse and scribbling 'BRB' on the table.

Then he left the room to do a little exploring in the spirit world. It was a little strange he was able to do this because vampires were supposed to be soulless creatures. However, he’d always been a strange one. It wasn’t going to solve anything to dwell on things too much.

He went from room to room, finding three disembodied spirits that were rather edgy and refused to talk. Then he met the little girl, Megan. She just seemed sad, and didn’t mind having someone to talk to about it. She told him she’d been in a car crash, just how long ago she couldn’t remember.

It was nearly a half hour later when Liam caused a flurry of papers to fly through the nurses station. One of the papers stuck to the outside of Dean’s room with the message ‘4s’ written on it. Liam let the paper fall and entered the room. "If I don't get back, I sure hope you understood that," he sighed. If something did go wrong, would the hunters try to fix it, or just dispose of him? He really didn't want to think about it.

Dean just rolled his eyes and shook his head at the spectacle. Liam shrugged. It was the best way he knew how to get a message to them. A few minutes later he felt a pulling sensation and he hoped it was a good thing. Everything went black for a second, then everything hurt and his vision was fuzzy. He blinked and groaned softly as everything came back into focus. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "I'm back, and I think I'm gonna be sick." Every inch of him burned and his stomach was rebelling hard.

"You know, for a guy who's so desperate to be trusted, you sure go rogue a lot." Dean snapped, clearly not happy. "You want our trust? Then be a part of us. Follow orders. Hunt with us. Be one of us." There was a gruffness to Dean's voice. "Now, you wanna tell me what the hell you just did?"

Liam leaned against the bed with his eyes closed. Dean's words and tone made him wince a little bit. "Sorry... This is all just rather... frustrating..." That was the best term for it. "As for what I did.... I poisoned myself to try and help. You wanted to know about trapped spirits, well, the best way to do that is enter the spirit world. I figured it would work because that's what happened the time a hunter tried that trick on me. He... well, let's not get into that." When trying to build trust there was no need to bring a long string of dead hunters into it. "There are four disembodied spirits here, all rather testy and unwilling to talk except for one car crash victim.”

"I know it's frustrating. But you want our help right? You want our trust? Stop being frustrated, stop going off on your own and you'll get both. Because if you keep this up, I'm gonna get more than annoyed." Dean said sternly. "Listen, if you think you know something might help, run it by one of us. Okay? Quit going off on your own! As for the spirits you found, that’s a little more troubling. While you were... gone... Sam and Bobby came back to tell us that four people are on life support. That means every single one of them...”

Liam didn’t need Dean to finish the sentence. Every person that was on life support was also disembodied. That just wasn’t normal. It topped the vampire’s weird shit list, and he’d seen a lot of strange things in his time. He swallowed hard and willed himself to sit up straight. What he was feeling was like a really bad hangover, for which the only cure was time and blood. "Now, can I please go find me some fresh, warm blood? Cold will just make me sick right now."

"You better find a microwave because you're not drinking from a live person. You do that, and you might find your head separated from your body." The older Winchester said fiercely.

Liam put a hand on Dean's to let the hunter know he was getting through. The comment about the microwave made him shake his head. "Fine... I'll find a microwave. You don't know how hard you are on the constitution..." He pulled himself unsteadily to his feet, his head pounding and spinning. "I'm just gonna go back to the cafeteria again then." He still had the key card tucked safely in his pocket.

He headed back to the blood bank to lift another bag. Of course, he needed to find a way to warm it up, and the only suggestion made was a microwave. He found one of those in an empty break room. There were empty cups in a cupboard, and he grabbed one and poured the blood into it until it was about half full. Then he microwaved it twenty seconds, taking it out to make sure it was warm enough. He had to stir it with his fingers and nuke it a little bit longer before it got to the right temperature. He really missed the days when being sick meant a cup of tea. Very slowly he drank it down, washing the cup in the sink and rolling up the torn open bag and tucking it inside his jacket. He would finish it later when he was feeling more himself. He headed back to the room and plopped down in a chair. "I feel like fricken hell...."

"That's what happens when you go off on your own without telling anyone." Dean scolded.

Bobby and Sam returned with a satchel of old books. They were determined to figure this out even though it seemed like it was going to take a lot of research. Dean told them what Liam had found and how. That seemed to disturb the other two hunters just a little. Liam sat trying to wipe the cobwebs from his brain to try and be helpful. Nothing was coming to him though.

A woman in bright flowered scrubs came in with a tray of food for Dean. It smelled like turkey, mashed potatoes, and gravy with mixed vegetables on the side. "Here you are, Mr. Winchester," she said with a bright smile, sitting the tray down on the table with wheels and scooting it over for him.

"Finally," Dean said with a sigh reaching for the little packet of plastic silverware.

Another woman in the same scrubs came in looking rather disturbed. "Becky, they found Jenny. She was in the bottom level of the underground parking lot. Her throat was ripped open and all her blood was drained."

"Oh my god!" Both women left in a hurry.

Liam looked at the hunters that surrounded him. This really wasn't good. "Guys, I know this looks bad, but I swear I didn't!" He discreetly pulled the bag of blood out to show them. "I went to the break room, fourth door on the left from the blood bank. I used a cup, one that looks like a quilt picture of a duck. I microwaved it, washed the cup, and put it back in the middle cupboard." His eyes were pleading, praying they'd believe him.

Dean looked at his brother and Bobby before looking at Liam. He put the half opened silverware packet back on the tray before giving that pursed lipped expression. "You better not have snacked on a nurse. You stay right here while FBI agent Sammy checks it out." Sam only gave a little nod before getting up to go investigate. "If he can tell that it was you, get ready to lose that head of yours. If it checks out, then that's one more feather in your trust cap."
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