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Hunting Humanity III	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1200 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam woke up in the middle of the night again a few days later with Astiratu standing over him holding a piece of paper. “What’s that?” Sam asked.

“Oh, this?” Astiratu motioned to the paper in his hand. “Nothing much, really. Just the metaphorical deed to your soul.”

Sam shook his head. “So, your request was granted. Tell me, do you always get what you want?”

Astiratu chuckled. “Almost always, yes. It’s my track record, Sam. Time and time again I have proven that I can do amazing things with the right tools, so when I ask for a tool, yes, I usually get it. Take Hitler for example. That pantywaist couldn’t find his way out of a wet paper bag by himself.”

Sam’s jaw hit the floor. “World War II, that was all you?”

“Most of it. Hey, someone had to play the bad guy in that little contest.”

“That was a contest? Someone was just playing with thousands of lives?”

“The truth is ugly, Sam. A decision needed to made about the future. So, yes, I got chosen to be pitted against someone else to see who could crush who. It was a giant real life game of Risk, and I won.”

“No, you didn’t. Hitler lost.”

“Only because he was never supposed to actually win. There was a stopgap to keep that from happening when I was mopping the floor with my opponent. I told the idiot not to form that alliance with Japan because I knew they would do something incredibly stupid, but something really got into his head to make him ignore me for once. Oh, afterward he begged and begged on his bedroom floor for me to come and fix it, but my orders were to cease all contact. It was truly pathetic.”

Sam shook his head. “All those innocent people. All those Jews just...”

“Yeah, that I probably should’ve put a stop to, but I didn’t. But hey, we’re not talking about my personal issues here.”

“So, what now? What are you going to do with me? What are your plans?”

Astiratu shrugged. “That’s entirely up to you, Sam.”

“What?” Sam looked confused.

“Not only am I not unfeeling, but you’ll find me very reasonable. I really do care about you and your brother. The offer is still on the table to turn you into a mean demon killing machine, but it’s entirely up to you.”

Sam thought about it for a moment. “I want to continue. You are right, to just let these powers rot would be a waste.”

“Awesome. I will get right to work on my lesson plan and I will see you later. Sweet dreams.”

They all sat at breakfast the next morning munching on french toast. “So, what’s going on the demon world, Sammy?” Dean asked.

“Not much,” Sam answered. “Only possible job thing I’ve found is a ghost haunting the showers at a women’s health facility in Concrete, Washington.” That caught Dean’s attention. “One woman claims it threw her down the stairs.”

“Women in showers,” Dean got a little look in his eye. “We must save these people.”

Liam threw down his fork and stormed off. Dean lowered his head and sighed. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a fire to go put out.” He followed Liam out to the porch. “Seriously, your insecurity is driving me a little nuts here.”

Liam turned to glare at him. “Then go find a pretty woman like we both know you want to!”

“Listen to me,” Dean said as he put his hands on Liam’s arms. “It’s true, two years ago you are not who I would’ve picked for myself, but life has a way of throwing you curve balls. You were a wicked curve ball I never saw coming, but I don’t regret it. Liam, please believe me when I say I love you. I don’t want to be with anyone else. Yes, the thought of naked women still turns me on. But come on, if you got the power of invisibility and could sneak into a men’s shower, wouldn’t you?”

Liam sighed and looked away. “Maybe.”

“Would sneaking a look mean you loved me any less?”

“No.”

“There you go.” He kissed Liam softly. “Seriously, stop letting these things bother you.”

“Easier said than done.”

“Oh, I know. I’m still afraid you’ll decide to leave me for a normal life. Now, can we go pack?”

“Yeah,” Liam sighed. “And for the record, I wouldn’t trade you for anything.”

They made their way to Washington, and they dropped Sam off at Lucky Chin’s Chinese restaurant so he could interview the witness while pretending to be a writer. Liam and Dean went to check out the fitness center. “Well, you pick up anything?” Sam asked when he met them outside the center.

Dean shook his head. “No EMF in the shower or anywhere else. This house is clean.”

“Yeah. I'm not surprised. I kind of got the feeling back there that crazy pushed Mrs. Armstrong down the stairs. Sorry, Dean, but I don't think anything's going on around here.”

“Look over there,” Liam motioned to a police officer arguing with a guy on a pier.

“Something's going on,” Dean said as they got closer to hear the conversation. The guy was raving about a bigfoot.

“Excuse us. FBI,” Sam interrupted the conversation and they flashed their badges. “We're here about the... That.”

“About Bigfoot?” the officer raised an eyebrow.

“That's right,” Sam nodded. “Sir, can you tell me exactly where this happened?”

“Yes, I can,” the guy said.

“What the hell's going on in this town?” Dean said while they made their way through the woods. “First there's a ghost that's not real, and now a Bigfoot sighting? Maybe somebody's pumping LSD into the town water supply.”

Then they fund a trail of very large tracks. “Okay. What do you suppose made that?” Liam looked at them.

“That, uh, is a big foot,” Sam looked at it in disbelief.

They followed the tracks to a liquor store that had been broken into and found a real mess. “So, what, Bigfoot breaks into a liquor store, jonesing for some hooch? Amaretto and Irish cream. He's a girl drink drunk,” Dean said as he stuffed a bottle of something in his jacket.

“Hey! I like Irish cream,” Liam shot him a look.

“And you ain’t exactly the masculine type either.” That earned him a swift kick in the ankle. “Ow!”

“Hey, guys, stop it and look here,” Sam beckoned them over.

They found a few dirty magazines hanging haphazardly, the rest just gone. “He took the whole porno rack? Well, I'll say it again. What the hell is going on in this town?” Dean shook his head.

They went outside to sit on a bench and gather their thoughts. “It's got to be a joke, right? Some big ass mother in a gorilla suit?” Sam said.

Just then a little girl on a bike passed them and a magazine fell out of her basket. Dean picked it up and looked very confused. “A little young for busty Asian beauties.”

Liam took the magazine and hit Dean over the head with it, causing Dean to sigh. “Seriously, you have got to stop being so damn touchy.”

They followed the little girl home, figuring that was their best lead so far. “What's this, like a ‘Harry and the Hendersons’ deal?” Dean commented when they approached her door.

The girl opened the door before they even knocked. “Hello?”

“Hello!” Sam gave her a very friendly smile. “Um, could we... You know what? Are your parents home?”

“Nope,” she shook her head.

“No. Um... Have you seen a really, really furry...” Dean started.

“Is he in trouble?” she looked a little scared.

“No,” Sam chuckled. “Not at all. We just... We wanted to make sure he was okay.”

“He's my teddy bear. I think he's sick.”

“Wow. Uh... Amazing,” Dean gave her a wide smile. “Because you know what? We are, uh... teddy bear doctors.”

“Really? Can you please take a look at him?” she asked hopefully.

“Sure. Yeah,” Dean nodded and they followed her inside.

“He's in my bedroom. He's pretty grumpy.” She knocked on the door. “Teddy? There's some nice doctors here to see you.” She opened the door to reveal a giant drunk teddy that was watching TV.

“Close the friggin' door!” it shouted.

She closed it quickly and frowned at them. “See what I mean? All I ever wanted was a teddy which was big, real, and talked. But now he's sad all the time, not ouch sad, but ouch in the head sad. He says weird stuff, and smells like the bus.”

“Um, little girl...” Dean looked at her.

“Audrey!”

“Audrey. How exactly did your teddy become real?”

“I wished for it.”

“You wished for it?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“At the wishing well,” she nodded.

“Audrey, give us a second, okay?” Sam said as he pulled his companions aside. “Okay. Are we... Should we... Uh, are we gonna kill this teddy bear?”

“How?” Dean asked.

“When it doubt, burn it?” Liam shrugged.

“How do we even know that's gonna work?” Dean shot him a look. “I don't want some giant, flaming, pissed off teddy on our hands.”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “Besides, I get the feeling that the bear isn't really the, you know, core problem here. Audrey. Where are your parents?”

“My mom wished they were in Bali, so I think they're in Bali.”

“Okay, well...“ Sam sighed. “I'm really sorry to have to break this to you, but your bear is sick. Yeah, he's got...”

“Lollipop disease,” Liam finished the sentence.

“Yes, lollipop disease,” Sam nodded.

“It's not uncommon for a bear his size. But, see, it's really contagious,” Dean said.

“Yeah, so, is there someone, maybe a grown up, that you can stay with while we treat him?” Sam asked.

“Mrs. Hurley lives down the street.”

“Perfect,” Dean smiled. “Uh, we'd like you to stay there for a few days, okay? Oh, and, Audrey? Where is this wishing well?”

She told them it was the wishing well at the Chinese restaurant. They went to check it out. “Think it works?” Dean looked at it.

“Got a better explanation for teddy back there?” Sam asked him.

“Well, there's one way to find out.” Dean pulled a coin out and tossed it in.

Suddenly a delivery guy walks in. “Somebody order a footlong Italian with jalapeño?”

“That'd be me,” Dean raised his hand. They sat down and he started eating the sandwich. “I think it works, dude. That was pretty specific.”

“The teddy bear, the sandwich...” Sam shook his head.

“I'm guessing that,” Liam motioned to a nerdy looking guy with a hot woman.

“Well, that definitely goes on the list,” Dean nodded. “What are we supposed to do, huh? Stop people's wishes from coming true? I mean, it sounds like kind of a douche thing to do.”

“Yeah, maybe. But come on, man. When has something like this ever come without a price tag? And usually a deadly one,” Sam pointed out.

“I don't know,” Dean shrugged. “It's a damn good sandwich. All right. Fine. We'll put a hold on the wishing till we figure out what's going on.”

A waiter came over to them. “Uh, gentlemen. I'm sorry. We don't allow people to eat outside food here.”

“Well, I am certainly not gonna eat the inside food here,” Dean turned and flashed a heath department badge. “Health department. You, my friend, have a rat infestation. We're gonna have to shut this place down under emergency hazard code 56C.”

“Rats?” the waiter looked a little angry.

They drained the fountain and started looking through all the coins. “Typical fountain, plaster Buddha. Nothing I can see,” Dean sighed. “Aren't you a little bit tempted?” he tossed Sam a coin.

“No,” Sam chuckled.

“Come on, if you could wish yourself back, you know, before it all started. Think about it. You'd be some big yuppie lawyer with a nice car and a white picket fence.”

“Not what I'd wish for.”

“Seriously?”

“It's too late to go back to our old lives, Dean. I'm not that guy anymore. Plus, what I’ve got now with Natalie is pretty damn sweet. None of that would’ve happened without the rest of it.”

“Uh, guys?” Liam looked up. “Hate to break up the brotherly moment, but I think I found something.”

Sam looked down at what he’d found. “Some kind of old coin. I don't recognize the markings.”

Dean tried to pick it up, but it wouldn’t budge. “Damn.”

“Lift with your legs,” Sam chuckled.

“Is that little mother welded on there?” Dean grumbled.

They even tried prying it up with crowbar and it wouldn’t budge. “Coin's magical,” Sam said.

“Boy, I'd say,” Dean agreed. “I don't think we can destroy this.”

Sam grabbed a piece of paper and traced an image of the coin. “Alright, here. You two got to look into this.”

“Where you going?” Liam asked.

“Something just occurred to me.”

Dean and Liam headed back to the motel, and when they got there Dean ran to the bathroom and was sick, leaving Liam to get on the laptop and do the research. Sam returned a little while later. “The wishes turn bad, Sam,” Dean came out of the bathroom. “The wishes turn very bad.”

“The sandwich, huh?” Sam guessed.

“The coin was Babylonian,” Liam turned the laptop screen so they could see. “It's cursed. I found some fragments of a legend. The serpent is Tiamat, which is the, uh, Babylonian god of primordial chaos. I guess their priests were working some serious black magic.”

“They made the coin?” Sam looked at the screen.

“Yeah, to sow the seeds of chaos. Whoever tosses a coin in the wishing well makes a wish, it turns on the well. Then it starts granting wishes to all comers. I mean, a little chaos can be a good thing, but well...”

“You ask for a talking teddy, you get a bipolar nut job,” Dean sat on the edge of the bed.

“And you get E. coli,” Sam looked to Dean.

“This thing has turned more than one town upside down over the centuries,” Liam said. “It's even wiped a few off the map. I mean, one person gets their wish, it's trouble, but everybody gets their wish...”

“Any way to stop it?” Sam asked.

“Yeah. One way. We got to find the first wisher. Whoever dropped the coin in and made the first wish, they're the only ones who can pull it back out and reverse the wishes. So for now, we've got a couple of nutso dreams come true, but once the word gets out about the well, things are just gonna get crazier and crazier.”

Dean laid down on the bed for a bit and fell asleep. He started twitching and moaning in his sleep. “Dean, wake up!” Liam shook him.

“What?” Dean shot up. “I'm up. What?”

“Dean, come on, man. You think we can't see it?” Sam shot him a look.

“See what?”

“The nightmares,” Liam said. “We know something's going on.”

“You remember hell, don't you?” Sam accused.

“What do you want from me, huh? What?” Dean snapped.

“The truth would be nice,” Liam crossed his arms.

“Careful what you wish for.”

“Cute,” Sam shot him a glare.

“Come on,” Dean shook his head. “Can we stow the therapy, huh? We're on a job. I want to work. What do you got? Please?”

Sam sighed deeply. “We got teddy bear, uh, lottery guy, invisible pervert guy. They all must have wished sometime in the last two weeks. But who wished first, and how are we supposed to know who else wished for what when?”

“Well, it helps when they announce it in the paper,” Dean showed them an article about the nerd guy and the hot woman they saw in the Chinese restaurant. “Goes back a month.”

“Wesley Mondale and Ms. Hope Lynn Casey have announced their surprise engagement,” Liam shook his head.

“Ah, true love,” Dean chuckled.

They found out where the guy lived and paid him a visit. The woman answered and they told her they were florists. “You're the best!” she glowed at Wesley. “Ah! I'm gonna go get my folders.”

“Wesley, how's it going?” Dean gave him a little nod.

“Aren't you the guys from the health department?” Wesley looked confused.

“Yeah. And florists on the side,” Sam nodded.

“Plus FBI. And on Thursdays, we're teddy bear doctors,” Dean added. “Doesn't matter who we are. What matters is what we know.”

“So, coin collector, huh, Wes?” Sam admired the collection on the wall.

“Oh. Yeah. My grandfather gave them to me,” he nodded.

“Did you happen to lose one of those coins lately?” Dean asked. “And by lose, I mean drop into a wishing well at Lucky Chin's and make a wish on it?”

“I don't know what you're, uh, talking about.”

“Wes, we know. So tell us the truth,” Sam demanded.

Wes sighed. “My grandfather found the coin in north Africa, you know, World War II. And, uh, he brought it back. He, um, he said it was a real wish granting coin, but that nobody should ever use it. Um... It was all I had, and when he died, I thought, well, you know what? Why not give the coin a shot?"

“Yeah, well, now you're gonna wish it back,” Sam said.

Wes chuckled. “No, I'm not.”

“If you don't stop it, something bad's gonna happen,” Dean pulled out a gun. “We really wish you'd come with us.”

Wes reluctantly got in the back seat of the car with Liam. “I don't get it,” Wes said. “So, my wish came true. Why does that have to be a bad thing?”

“Because the wishes go south, Wes. Your town is going insane,” Sam told him.

“Come on. You're gonna sit there and tell me that your relationship with Hope is functional, that it's what you wished for?” Dean glanced in the rear view mirror at him.

“I wished she would love me more than anything.”

“Yeah, and, uh, how is that going? That seem healthy to you?” Sam asked.

“Well, it's a hell of a lot better than when she didn't know I was alive.”

“Let me tell you something,” Dean sighed. “Once upon a time Hope is what I would have wished for too. But you know what life gave me? That giant pain in the ass sitting next to you.”

“Hey!” Liam protested.

“Let me finish, Babe. Sometimes I do things to piss him off. There are times I wanna strangle the life out of him. We’ve had our clashes. Hell, our first major fight got physical, but that’s life. He is his own person that loves me out of his own free will. That’s healthy, not what you’ve got going on.”

“You know what? Hope loves me now completely. And it's awesome. Besides, look around. Where's all this insanity you guys were talking about?”

As if to answer his question they came across a kid with several other kids looking scared in a car. The kid outside the car flipped it over like it was nothing. Dean pulled over. “I’ll handle this. Sam, get him to Lucky Chin’s.”

Sam nodded and slid into the driver’s seat. He drove to the restaurant and they got out. “That kid turned over that car like it was nothing,” Wes looked a little disturbed.

“You should have seen the teddy bear. Now, come on. Fun's over. Time to pull the coin. Wes!” Sam urged him.

“Well, why can't we just get what we want?” Wes argued again.

Sam opened his mouth but was suddenly struck by lightning and fell over dead. Wes and Liam ran into the restaurant to find Hope standing at the well. “Hope?”

She turned to face them. “I had to do it, didn't I? He was gonna make you wish away our love.”

“You wished a man dead?” Wes looked a little shaken.

“I love you more than anything.”

“Now do you see what you’ve done?” Liam glared at him. “She’s not her anymore.”

Wes nodded sadly and removed the coin from the well. Sam woke up and came in, seeing a confused looking Hope. Wes sighed and gave Sam the coin before leaving.

They destroyed the coin and made sure all the wishes had been reversed. It seemed that they had. “Looks like all the wishes are gone. And so are we,” Dean smiled and turned to head back to the car. “Hang on a second,” he turned to Sam and Liam. “You guys were right.”

“About what?” Sam asked.

“About the pit,” Dean answered. “I didn’t remember at first, but it’s coming back.”

“So tell us about it,” Liam said.

“I won't lie anymore. But I'm not gonna talk about it,” Dean insisted.

“Dean, look,” Sam shook his head. “You can't just shoulder this thing alone. You got to let us help.”

“How? Do you really think that a little heart to heart, some sharing and caring, is gonna change anything? Somehow heal me? I'm not talking about a bad day here. The things that I saw, there aren't words. There is no forgetting. There's no making it better. Because it is right here...” he tapped his head. Forever. You wouldn't understand, and I could never make you understand. So I am sorry.”

Liam put his arm around Dean and hugged him tight. “Just know that we are here, and we love you, okay?”

Dean nodded. “I love you both too. Now, let’s go home.”
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