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Hunting Humanity IV	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1064 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Liam came into the sitting room and found Sam lying on the couch with John on his chest. Both of them were asleep. Liam could not resist pulling out his phone and snapping a picture. “What’s this?” Dean asked as he came in.

“Baby and Daddy nap time,” Liam smiled. “They’re even both drooling. You know, you look cute with him too.”

“Please don’t start again,” Dean begged. “I mean, I love John, and he’s fun to be around as long he’s happy and well behaved. But hey, one of those just isn’t in the cards for me, and that’s okay.” He stroked Liam’s hair. “I am very happy with you when you’re not being a brat. Didn’t I show that to you last night?”

“You showed me you were horny and I was a warm and willing body.”

Dean sighed and shook his head. “I just… really don’t know what to do here… No matter what I do these doubts of yours always seem to creep their way in. It’s getting very frustrating.”

“I’m sorry,” Liam frowned and leaned against him to hug him. “It’s just hard to get over you being completely straight before me and still looking at women. Don’t think I don’t notice.”

Dean kissed Liam’s temple. “Sometimes you don’t know what you want until you get it. And yeah, a pretty girl still catches my eye, but you look at guys when one come along. Should I be worried that you love me any less?”

“No,” Liam sighed. “But it’s still always going to be different. I’d feel better if you looked at men too.”

“What’s going on?” Sam blinked and yawned.

“Same conversation, different day,” Dean sighed. “Have a nice nap?”

Sam shrugged. “I guess I was tired.” He stroked John’s head. “Hate to wake him, but I’ve really gotta pee.” He carefully sat up and John started to fuss a little. Dean’s phone beeped, so while he was checking that Sam handed John to Liam and went to the bathroom.

“Do you know where Natalie is?” Dean asked when Sam returned.

“Taking a walk I think, why?”

“Just got a text from Chuck. He’s got an emergency in Vermilion, Ohio at the Pineview Hotel.”

“Okay,” Sam nodded. “I’ll call her.”

They packed and when Natalie came back Liam reluctantly handed John over and they left. They hurried up to Ohio to the quaint hotel. Chuck was standing outside pacing. “Chuck! There you are.” Sam got out of the car.

“Guys?” Chuck looked very surprised to see them.

“What's going on?” Dean asked. “What’s the emergency?”

“Emergency?” Chuck looked confused.

Dean sighed. “You texted me this address, life or death situation. Any of this ringing a bell?”

“I didn't send you a text,” Chuck insisted.

Dean growled. “We rushed right up here.”

“I'm sorry, I don't understand what could...oh no.”

Becky appeared at the door. “Sam! You made it!”

Sam cursed under his breath. “Oh, uh, Becky, right?”

She ran over to them. “Oh, you remembered. You been thinking about me. It's okay, I can't get you out of my head either.”

Chuck turned to Becky. “Becky, did you take my phone?”

“I just borrowed it from your pants. What? They're going to want to see it!”

“See what?” Sam, Dean, and Liam said in unison.

“Oh my god. I love it when they talk at the same time!” Becky gushed. “But I could do without the blond.”

Liam glared at her. “Can I kill her?”

“No,” Sam grabbed his wrist with a sigh. “Might be tempting, but we don’t kill people for being annoying.”

A guy appeared with a clipboard. “Hey Chuck? Come on pal, it's showtime.”

Chuck turned to them. “Guys. I'm sorry. For everything.”

They entered the hotel to find a lot of people dressed like them and various monsters. “Hey Dean, looking good,” a man dressed just like him winked at him. “Who are you?” he looked at Liam.

“Um,” Liam blinked. “I’m Liam.”

The guy snorted. “That was a lame character.”

Liam grabbed him by the shirt and kneed him in the crotch. Dean pulled him back again. “Easy, Babe, don’t take it personally.”

The guy was writhing on the floor and Liam huffed. “I don’t see anyone calling you lame.”

“No, they’re just treating our lives an entertainment is all. Come on, deep breaths, we won’t stay long.”

They went to hear Chuck speak, and found out that he was going to start publishing again. They approached him later while he sat with Becky. Dean crossed his arms. “In case you haven't noticed, our plates are kind of full, okay? Hunting the devil. We don't have time for this crap.”

“Hey, I didn't call you!” Chuck got defensive.

Sam sighed and tried to ignore Becky staring at him. “He means the books, Chuck. Why are you publishing more books?”

“Um...for food and shelter?”

Dean leaned over his chair. “Who gave you the rights to our life story?”

“An archangel, and I didn't want it! Look, I'm not a good writer. I've got no marketable skills. I'm not some hero who can just hit the road and fight monsters, okay? Until the world ends, I gotta live, all right? And the Supernatural books are all I've got. What else do you want me to do?”

“Life sucks, get a helmet,” Liam glared at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chuck looked at him.

“It means he skipped breakfast,” Dean sighed. “And we didn’t stop for lunch because, stupid us, we thought there was actually an emergency. We are hungry and tired, and now we get to see this crap. I’m gonna go see if I can get us a room because I’m too tired to drive home tonight, and then we’re gonna look for a bite.”

“Oh, I already got you a room,” Becky spoke up and handed out a key.

“Um, thanks, I think.” Dean reached out to grab the key.

Suddenly a woman screamed, and they ran up to see what was going on, along with everyone else. Turned out it was just an actress and it was all a game. Becky handed Sam a piece of paper. “"Dad's Journal. Dear Sam and Dean, this hotel is haunted. You must hunt down the ghost. Interview witnesses, discover clues, and find the bones. First team to do so wins a fifty dollar gift card to Sizzler. Love Dad"

“You guys are so gonna win,” Becky grinned.

“Look,” Liam glared at her. “Only thing we’re gonna look for is a bite to eat.”

“In a place with a bar,” Dean said as he led the way downstairs.

They found a perfect place not far away to get a burger and a few drinks. They hadn’t been gone long, and when they returned there was some guy with blood on his face freaking out about a real live ghost. Dean turned to his companions. “I don't think that guy's a good enough an actor to be acting.”

They approached the guy at the front desk and Dean flashed a smile. “Excuse us, mind if we ask you a few questions?”

The hotel manager sighed. “Look, I don't have time to play ‘Star Wars’ guys. Go ask the guy in the ascot.”

Dean slid a fifty dollar bill across the desk. “Actually we uh, really want to talk to you”

The manager took the money. “Okay. You guys are really into this. What do you want to know?”

“All this stuff they're saying. This place being haunted. Leticia Gore. Any truth to it?” Sam asked.

“We generally don't like to publicize this to normal people, but yeah. 1909 this place was called 'Gore Orphanage'. Miss Gore, killed four boys with a butchers knife, then offed herself.”

“And is tonight really her anniversary?” Dean asked.

“Yep, guess your convention folks want authenticity.”

“There been any sightings?” Sam asked.

“Yep, over the years. A few maids have quit saying they heard the boys or saw them. A janitor even saw Miss Gore once.”

“Where did Miss Gore carve up the kids?” Dean asked.

“Look, I don't want you stomping all over the joint. A lot of this place is off limits to nerds.” Dean slid another fifty across the table. “The attic.”

They crawled into the attic and the EMF detector in Sam’s hands went crazy. “Great,” Dean sighed. “We got a real ghost, and we got a bunch of dudes pretending to be us poking at it.”

“No way this ends well,” Sam shook his head.

“Yeah well serves them right,” Liam huffed. “What?” he said when Sam shot him a look.

“You went from hungry and cranky, to slightly drunk and cranky,” Sam mused. “Be happy you got cut out of this one.”

“My mommy loves me,” the heard a little boy’s voice. They turned toward it to see a boy crouched in the corner holding his head. “My mommy loves me this much!” he revealed his head partially scalped and disappeared.

They headed to the hotel bar and Sam made a quick phone call while Becky watched him longingly. Then he sat down with Dean and Liam. “Alright. So that was a guy with the County Historical Society. Not only did Leticia Gore butcher four boys, but one of them was her own son. According to the police at the time, she scalped the kid.”

Dean shook his head. “Oh that's it, I'm gonna deep fry this bitch extra crispy. Dude say where she was buried?”

“He doesn't know.”

They overheard a conversation at the next table and moved to check it out. They were looking at a very old map. Sam reached out to look at it. “Hey, do you mind?” one of the guy’s snapped at him.

Sam looked to his brother. “It's real. A century old, at least, and he's right, there is a cemetery on the grounds.”

“Where'd you get that.” Dean asked.

“It's called a game pal. It ain't called charity,” the one dressed as Dean snapped.

Dean shook his head. “Yeah right. Gimme the map, Chuckles, or Blondie here will give you another nutcracker.”

Sam sighed. “Look, guys. We all wanna find the bones right? We just thought it would go faster if we all worked together.”

The two men exchanged looks. “We uh, get the sizzler gift card. And we get to be Sam and Dean.”

Dean thought about it a moment, then rolled his eyes. “Fine, whatever. Let’s just go, okay?”

They followed behind the two guys down the path, listening to them exchange lines from the books, lines that brought back bad memories. Dean finally stopped. “Alright, you know what? That's it. That is it!”

“What's wrong Bobby?” the guy dressed as Dean turned to him.

Dean clenched his jaw for a moment. “I'm not Bobby, okay? You're not Sam. You're not Dean. What is wrong with you? Why in the hell would you choose to be these guys?”

The guy dressed as Sam looked at him funny. “Because we're fans. Like you.”

“No. I am not a fan, okay? Not fans. In fact, I think that the Dean and Sam story sucks. It is not fun. It is not entertaining. It is a river of crap that would send most people howling to the nut house. So you listen to me. Their pain is not for your amusement. I mean do you think they enjoy being treated like circus freaks?”

The guy dressed as Dean looked at him like he was nuts. “Uh, I don't think they care, because they're fictional characters!”

“Oh they care. Believe me. They care a lot,” Dean growled as he stormed off down the path.

They found the graveyard and started looking around. “I found the four boys,” Dean pointed his flashlight toward the graves.

“And here's Leticia Gore,” Sam stood over the grave.

Sam handed shovels to Dean and Liam, then grabbed one himself. The guy dressed as Dean looked very surprised. “Wait, hold on. Are you guys serious?”

“Deadly,” Dean answered.

The guy dressed as Sam raised an eyebrow. “We're not really digging up graves you guys, we're just playing a game.”

Dean looked at them. “Trust us. You wanna win the game, right?”

The three of them dug up the grave while the two pretenders watched. Then when the coffin was opened the two guys started freaking out. “You guys are nuts!” the guy dressed as Dean shouted.

“I thought you guys wanted to be hunters,” Liam smirked at them. “Don’t have the stomach for it, cupcakes?”

The guy dressed as Dean shook his head. “Hunters aren't real man. This isn't real.”

They turned to walk away. “My god. You guys have seriously lost your grip,” the guy dressed as Sam commented.

Gore’s spirit appeared and flung Sam and Liam into gravestones. Then she floated over to the two role players and put her hands in their chests while they screamed. Dean raced to salt and gas the bones before lighting a match and sending her spirit away. “Real enough for you?” Dean smirked at them. “You okay, Babe?” he called to Liam who was picking himself up.

“My head hurts, but I’ll live,” Liam answered.

They went back to the hotel bar and Dean bought their new friends a round of drinks. Liam also got a few more shots. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough tonight?” Dean asked him.

“I can still see straight, so no. Actually, I guess maybe I could use a little fresh air now,” his words were a little slurred as he got up and headed outside. He tried to open the main door but it wouldn’t budge. “Um, Dean, little help here...”

Dean sighed and tried to open the door himself. It wouldn’t budge for him either. They went around trying every door and window. “Every exit's locked. Almost like something's keeping us in,” Sam looked around. “Yeah. This is bad.”

“Gee ya think Sammy?” Dean shot him a look.

A woman screamed and they ran to see what was wrong. It was one of the actresses dressed as a ghost looking terrified. “Get downstairs okay? Go go!” Dean urged her.

In the library they saw the boy from earlier still crouched and holding his head. “Why'd you do that? Why did you send my mommy away?”

“Uh, maybe because of the high and tight she gave you,” Dean answered.

“My mommy didn't do this to me.”

“What? Then who did?” Sam asked right as the boy disappeared.

They ran to the auditorium where Dean ushered the staff inside and Sam went up on stage to tell Chuck to keep people in there. Then they salted the door. Sam sighed. “Yeah. So, alright, let's say those three orphans were playing cowboys and Indians. And let's say they scalped Leticia's son and killed him.”

Dean nodded. “Mom catches them in the act, flips out, slices them and dices herself. If that's true it means we've got three bloodthirsty brats in the building, and Leticia was the only one keeping them under control.”

“Smooth move on our part,” Sam shook his head.

“Yeah, well we gotta get back to the cemetery, torch the kids' bones,” Dean said.

Liam tilted his head. “Exactly how do you plan to do that? We can’t get out. The ghosts are running this joint and they're only scared of one thing.”

“Exactly,” Dean’s eyes lit up.

They found the actress that was playing Leticia’s ghost and tried to convince her to give one last performance. The guys from before approached. “We wanna help,” the guy dressed as Dean said.

“Guys, no, this isn't make believe.”

“Look, we know,” the guy nodded. “We're not nuts. We're freaking terrified.”

His friend nodded. “Yeah but if all these people are seriously in trouble, we gotta do something.”

“Why?” Dean asked curiously.

“Because,” the guy dressed as Dean looked determined. “That's what Sam and Dean would do.”

Liam looked to Dean. “They got you there.”

“And you smell like a distillery,” Dean commented.

“I can still walk a mostly straight line. I’m good.”

Sam managed to talk the actress into playing Leticia again. Dean went with her to the library while Sam, Liam, and the two role players went to push on the door. “Come on, Liam, get you’re inner freak on and force these doors open,” Sam urged.

“I resent that,” Liam growled, but concentrated as hard as he could. The door shook, but opened just a little, enough for the two role players and Liam to slip out. It slammed shut in Sam’s face.

The three of them hurried down to the graveyard and started digging graves. The guy dressed as Sam panted heavily. “Oh my god. Supernatural makes digging graves seem so easy. It's not though. I'm gonna throw up.”

“Quit whining and dig,” Liam growled, tossing away a shovel full of dirt. “I’m drunk and I’m making more progress.”

They managed to dig up all the bones and made a pile. Liam salted them and poured on the gas. The guy dressed as Dean started playing with his lighter. “How come Dean can always light the stupid thing on the first freaking try? Come on!”

“Give me that,” Liam sighed and snatched it out of his hand. He lit it and torched the bones. “Okay, now all I wanna do is curl up in bed with my man and sleep this nightmare away.”

“You’re gay?” the guy dressed as Dean looked surprised.

“Yeah,” Liam turned to them looking annoyed. “What about it?”

“Well, so are we and… I mean, you’re kind of a bitch, but you’re also really hot.”

Liam blinked. “Thanks, I think.”

“Which one is your man?”

“Dean.”

“Really? I would’ve thought if either of them was gay it would be Sam.”

Liam chuckled. “No, Sam’s definitely the straight one.”

They headed back to the hotel and the doors were open again. Liam went to find Sam and Dean and they went to their room. Becky had gotten them one room with two beds. “I guess no sex tonight, but I’m not really in the mood anyway,” Liam said as he stripped to his boxers.

“Me either,” Dean sighed as he stripped down too. “I just wanna snuggle and sleep.”

They got up in the morning and got dressed. Everyone was leaving and they saw the two guys that helped them. Dean and Liam approached them. “You know I gotta hand it to you guys. You really saved our asses back there. So uh, you know, thanks. Guys, I don't even know your names.”

The guy who had been dressed as Sam smiled. “Oh. Well, I'm Barnes. This is Demian. What's yours?”

“I’m Ryan, and this is Matt,” Liam answered.

“Well, Ryan,” Demian smiled. “Was nice to meet you and your partner.”

“You too,” Dean nodded.

Liam and Dean were waiting in the car when Sam found them. “Well, Becky broke up with me for Chuck,” Sam laughed. “And you're not going to believe it, but I got a lead on the Colt.”

“Seriously?” Dean’s eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, I’ll tell you on the way home.”

The next day Dean was lying on the floor playing with John when his phone rang. His face fell as he talked to the person on the other end. “Sam!” he called out.

“Something wrong?” Natalie asked, looking worried.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “That was the hospital. Liam’s been in a car accident.”

“How bad?” Sam asked when he came in.

“Bad enough they called his emergency contact,” Dean said as he tossed the keys to Sam. “You’re driving me to the hospital.”

Sam floored it to the hospital and they headed to the desk. Eventually a doctor came out to talk them. “How’s my partner?” Dean asked.

“Pretty banged up,” the doctor answered. “According to the paramedics who brought him in he was making a left turn out of a shopping center when a drunk driver ran the red light and hit him on the driver’s side. The left side of his face got really cut up from broken glass, he has a major concussion, and his collar bone and a few ribs were broken. Listen, do you know if he suffered any major trauma when he was younger?”

“Why?” Dean asked.

“I’m just curious. I looked at his x-rays and his rib cage looks like a jig saw puzzle of remodeled fractures.”

“His dad when he was a kid,” Dean answered.

“Oh, wow,” the doctor shook his head. “Anyway, he’s in here,” the doctor led them into a room. “We gave him something for pain, so he’s a bit out of it. We fixed him up so he’s good to go home now that someone is here to get him. I’ll tell the nurses to get the papers together.”

Liam was lying in a bed, his arm in a sling and his face looked like psycho had taken a knife to it. “Dean,” he gave a small smile. “Tell Natalie I’m really sorry about her car. I think it was totaled.”

Dean moved to the side of the bed to stroke his hair. “We care more about you, Babe. The important question is are you okay?”

“Hospitals have good drugs.”

Dean chuckled. “They sure do. Looks like you’re out of things for a while again.”

A nurse came in with the discharge papers and went over the instructions. Then they helped him out to the Impala, made a quick stop at the pharmacy for pain pills, then took him home. “I’m sorry,” Liam frowned when he saw Natalie. “Your car...”

“Liam,” Natalie shot him a look. “One, it wasn’t your fault the drunk idiot ran a red light. Two, I care more that you’re in one piece and alive than I do the car. The car can be replaced. You are one of a kind.” She hugged him very gently and Dean helped him to the couch.
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