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Hunting Humanity V	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1229 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dean came back one afternoon from a quick trip to the store during a nasty thunderstorm. He found Natalie playing with John in the sitting room.. “I got more stuff for chicken soup. Where’s Liam?”

“I don’t know,” Natalie answered. “Haven’t seen him since you left.”

“Oh, god,” Dean groaned and started looking around. “I hope he didn’t do something stupid.” Dean looked everywhere, and he was nowhere to be found. “His stuff is still here, but he’s not.”

The door opened a few minutes later and Liam came inside soaked to the bone. “Back from my walk,” he said as he brushed some hair out of his face.

Dean glared at him. “You went for a walk in the pouring rain when you’re still not completely over your cold? Are you nuts? Do you want to catch pneumonia?”

Liam shot a glare back. “I really hate being mothered. My mother died when I was born.”

Dean grabbed Liam by the arm and dragged him upstairs. “As we’ve already established, I do it because I care. Now, let’s get you out of those wet clothes.” He pulled Liam’s shirt off. “Your skin is cold, you’re freezing again.”

Liam peeled the rest of his clothing off and stood there naked. “I am perfectly capable of changing by myself. I have a cold, not the plague.”

“The way it swept through this house it might as well have been the plague.” Dean looked him over. “I swear, if you weren’t sick...”

“Horny I take it?” Liam mused. “You know, you’re like the only person in the house not sick I’ve noticed.”

Dean shrugged. “I must be the perfect specimen of health. Although, now that I’ve said that, give it time, I’m sure I’ll get sick.”

Dean went down and John was coughing pretty bad. “Poor little guy,” Dean frowned. “What did the doctor say?” he asked Natalie.

“That it’s a virus and it has to run its course just like with anybody else. Rest, fluids, and watch his temperature. I’m supposed to call back if he’s not better in two weeks.”

Dean nodded and grabbed a tissue. “You’re dripping, John,” he held the tissue up to his nose. “Blow.” John blew his nose and Dean cleaned him up and tossed the tissue. Sam came downstairs blowing his nose too. “How was your nap, little brother?”

Sam only grunted and headed to the kitchen to make himself some tea. “Dean, if you can watch him, I’ll go get started on that chicken soup,” Natalie said as she got up and coughed a few times into her elbow.

“Sure I can,” Dean sat with John and started trying to play with the fussy sick toddler.

A few days later Liam was on Dean’s laptop. “You um, up to working a case with just me?” he asked Dean.

“Why?” Dean asked. “Find something?”

“Yeah, four disappearances in Elwood, Indiana. Everyone is saying it was a UFO, but that’s crazy right? Still, something made four people disappear.”

“Okay, but I would feel better if Sam went too.” Liam frowned and got very upset looking. “Look, it’s not a comment on your hunting skills. It’s just that Sam and I have been doing this together for longer than I’ve been with you, and we’ve got this thing going. I love having you with us, I do, but I don’t want to leave my brother behind.”

Dean asked Sam about it at dinner. “Uh, yeah,” Sam answered. “I’m feeling a little better.” He noticed Liam’s sour expression. “But I wouldn’t be stepping on toes, would I?”

“He wants to do it just me and him,” Dean told his brother. “I just told him I’d feel better if you came.”

“Okay,” Sam nodded. “Pack up tonight, leave in the morning.”

Bright and early in the morning they all got in the car. Sam sank into the passenger seat. “That kid deserves a better father.”

“Sam, shut up,” Dean shot him a look. “When you’re home you’re a great father. You take care of him, you read to him… Money is not the most important thing. You’re there for him.”

“Except when I leave like this for days. The guilt and missing him is just...”

Liam put a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “The fact that you care means something. You’ll come back in a few days and feed him breakfast and he’ll be very happy to see you.”

“I guess,” Sam sighed.

When they reached their destination they decided to start with the father of the first person to vanish. They entered his clock shop and he looked busy. “Mr. Brennan?” Dean cleared his throat. “We’re with The Mirror. We would like to ask you-”

“What? Is this about Patrick? Patrick’s gone.”

“Missing. Right,” Dean nodded. “Yes, that’s what we want to talk to you about.”

“Now, your son was the first to disappear,” Sam said.

“Get out! Out!” Mr, Brennan started shouting.

“Mr. Brennan, who do you believe took your son?” Dean asked.

The man frowned. “You people can’t help me. My boy is never coming back.”

“You sound awfully sure,” Liam’s eyes narrowed. “Like you know something you’re not talking about.”

Mr. Brennan dropped what he was working on and turned to them. “You know what they say. Seventy two hours. After that, the odds of finding a missing person drop to nothing, right? It’s been weeks.”

Dean handed him a card. “Alright. Listen. Call us if anything comes to mind.”

Dean turned to Liam as they left. “I think you’re right. I think he’s hiding something. Sam, why don’t you stay and watch Watchmaker and see what happens when the sun goes down, and I’ll go with Liam to check out the crop circles.”

Liam and Dean found the crop circle and started looking around. “This is weird,” Liam looked around. “What exactly are we looking for?”

“I don’t know yet,” Dean admitted. “Just yell if you see anything out of place.”

“Like that?” Liam swallowed hard and pointed at a bright light in the sky.

“Holy… Run!”

They both took off through the corn and the light kept chasing after them. After a few minutes Dean was gone and so was the light. Liam looked around for a bit, his heart pounding in his throat, before he took out his phone to call Sam. “Uh, a UFO just took your brother.”

Sam came out as quick as he could and made Liam run through everything with him. “So, you were running with a light in the sky chasing you, and Dean just disappeared?”

“Pretty much,” Liam nodded.

“Back to the motel for research I guess,” Sam sighed. “I don’t know what else we can do.”

Sam and Liam were both sound asleep in the bed when Dean came through the door. “What the hell is this?” Dean shouted. “I’m gone for an hour and you two decide to just hop into bed together again?”

Sam rubbed his eyes. “Dude, we were just sleeping side by side. And Dean, you were gone all night. It’s four in the morning,” Sam pointed to the clock on the night stand.

Liam jumped out of bed and pulled Dean into his arms and hugged him tight. “We haven’t been sleeping long either. What happened?”

“Well, uh, there was this… God help me, there was this bright white light! And then suddenly I was, uh, I was in a different place. And there were these beings, and they were too bright to look at, but I could feel them pulling me towards this sort of table.”

“Right,” Sam nodded. “So what did you do?”

“I went crazy. I started hacking and slashing and firing. They actually seemed surprised. I don’t think anybody’s ever done that before. Yeah. I had a close encounter, and I won.”

“Maybe you should take a hot shower,” Liam suggested, rubbing Dean’s back. “And maybe I’ll join you and we can, um...”

“Right, my cue to go to my own room,” Sam got up and left.

The next day Sam went to the library and Liam and Dean hopped online to catch up on alien research. “This is nuts,” Dean mumbled from behind his screen.

“Yeah, well, we saw what we saw.” Liam said while he read through a blog.

The lights flickered. “Not again,” Dean groaned. A little ball of light entered the room and started attacking Dean.

“It’s a fairy!” Liam’s eyes went wide.

“Okay, you see it too, that’s great. How the hell do I get it off me?”

“Do you have anything iron?”

“Better idea,” Dean threw it in the microwave and turned it on until he heard a splat.

When Sam returned they showed him the microwave. “Sorry, man. I’m not seeing it.”

“You don’t see the ick? It’s right there,” Dean pointed at the blood and guts everywhere.

“Okay, let’s go with you two see it and I don’t. What the hell was it?”

“It was a fairy,” Liam insisted. “I saw one when I was six. I told you a long time ago I was raised to believe in them. My brother decided to take me out to the woods with a bowl of cream one night and we sat and watched to see if one would show up. Evan fell asleep, but I saw it, just like I saw the one in the room tonight.”

Sam shook his head. “That was actually something I came across at the library. It actually fits.”

“Are you two nuts?” Dean stared at them.

Liam looked at him. “Dean, my entire childhood I was told stories about the wee folk. Our mother told Evan, and Evan told me. Our father would even get into it when he was in a good mood.”

“Okay,” Dean sat on the bed. “That would make you the expert here, so spill.”

“Um, they come from another realm. Usually only little kids and people who have been to that realm can see them. When they do take people, it’s the first born, which would explain why they took you instead of me. To attract them you set out bowls of cream or bread drizzled with honey. To repel them you use iron.”

Dean shook his head. “Demons, skinwalkers, angels, now fairies? Let’s just go to bed.”

When they went for lunch the next day they saw Mr. Brennan buying a whole bunch of cream. “Hey. I’ll be damned. Isn’t that the watch guy?” Dean looked over at him.

“Didn’t you say they really liked cream?” Sam turned to Liam.

“Yeah, it’s like their beer,” Liam nodded.

Dean looked at his companions. “Alright, you two stick with half and half, and I’m going to check out his store.”

“I’m not going with you?” Liam looked confused.

“No, we’re changing things up a bit,” Dean said as he left.

Liam and Sam followed the guy to a bar and Dean called Sam. “Yeah?” Sam picked up.

“Freaking full of Keeblers over here, man. Just full of them. It’s like the story with the shoe guy and all the elves. Hey, you think Brennan made a deal with a bunch of fairies?”

“Lemme get back to you,” Sam hung up and motioned for Liam to follow him up to the bar. “So, Mr. Brennan. Hello again.”

“Leave me alone,” Mr. Brennan growled.

“Did I ever mention how beautiful your work is? The watches. Just stunning. What I can’t figure out is how one man can put out that much product. I mean, hell! If I didn’t know better, I’d say you have a bunch of elves working for you. Except I do know better, and you have a bunch of elves working for you.”

“You’re insane,” he gave them a funny look.

“Are we?” Liam raised an eyebrow. “So, tell me. How does a father decide to trade his son for a bunch of watches?”

“You don’t understand. It wasn’t like that.”

“Then how was it?” Sam asked.

“I supported my family for thirty years making those watches. It’s the only thing I know how to do. Parkinson’s. Was losing my hands. I was losing everything. My grandmother, she always used to say that they were real. She told me all of these stories when I was a kid about how to summon them, how to get favors from them.”

Sam nodded. “So you learned how to work a spell.”

“I mean, honestly, I doubted it would even work. I was just desperate. But she left me this book, so I did the ceremony in my back office two months ago, and this man appeared and said he was a leprechaun. I asked him just to cure my hands, but he said he would do even better. He would make me more successful than I had ever been. He told me he’d bring a crew of workers, that I could save my business, save my name.”

“In exchange for?” Liam asked.

“He just wanted a place for them to rest, to take of the fruit and fat of the land. I said yes. I wasn’t thinking.”

“And the fruit and the fat was?” Sam asked.

“My firstborn. Not just mine. There’s been others. They’re not stopping. They’re not going to stop.”

“There’s gotta be a way to reverse the spell,” Sam sighed and looked to Liam.

“There is,” Mr. Brennan nodded. “But the book is in a safe in my shop. They won’t let me near it. It’s been a nightmare.”

Liam smiled. “You don’t need a book, you’ve got me.”

Sam and Mr. Brennan both looked surprised. “Wait, you know how to break a fairy spell?” Sam asked.

“My mother had the same book I’m betting. What do you not get about second generation Irish?”

“What do we need to do?” Mr. Brennan asked.

“Go to your store.”

They walked to the store and came across Dean being arrested. “Dean! Hey dude! What happened?” Sam shouted.

“Fight the fairies. You fight those fairies!” Dean shouted as he was put in the back of the cop car.

They went into the store. “Are they here?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, but it’s all right. Greenhats like tequila.”

“I’d say so,” Liam looked around.

“You see them too?” Mr. Brennan asked.

“Strangely enough, yes. Okay, let me think a moment, I haven’t bothered with this since I was a child, and that was a really long time ago.”

He started chanting and a man appeared and stabbed Mr. Brennan and grabbed Liam to hold the bloody knife to his throat. “You! You’re the leprechaun?” Sam looked at him.

“Indeed I am. Sorry about the mess, but your friend here went back on his deal.” He then looked at Liam. “And you should know better. I can smell the pure Celtic blood in your veins.”

Liam swallowed. “Deal or not, you weren’t very clear with him on the terms.”

“I told him there was a price. Once we come, we come to stay.”

Sam narrowed his eyes. “So you take firstborns and then what? You just sit back and watch while they cover the abductions for you with all that crazy UFO crap? Which you help encourage, naturally. Nice con. But, your cover’s blown now.”

“Blown? To whom? Brennan’s dead. Your brother? He’s marked. Been to the ranch. He’s ours now.”

“Yeah. Well. Then there’s us.”

“True, your blond Celtic friend here can see me, but that’s only if he’s alive. I’m still deciding whether or not I’m going to let him live after trying to banish us like that. Maybe at the very least I’ll take his tongue.”

Sam and Liam exchanged looks. Liam suddenly pulled down and left into the blade a little bit and Sam shot the leprechaun with an iron round. Liam was able to get free. “Iron! Ouch!” the leprechaun seemed barely phased.

He disappeared and reappeared right beside Liam and sank the blade into his side. Liam’s eyes widened and he sank to his knees clutching the wound. “Liam!” Sam cried and aimed again at the leprechaun.

“Come on, lad. You’ve already taken your best shot.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve got something for you to do,” Liam said as he pulled out a little salt packet and tore it open.

“Oh no,” the leprechaun shook his head. Liam dumped the salt on the floor and with a heavy sigh the leprechaun sat down and started counting the granules.

Liam said the spell again and the leprechaun vanished before Liam collapsed on the floor struggling to breathe. Sam rushed over to him. “It’s okay. I’m gonna call for help, and you’re gonna be okay.”

Sam called for an ambulance and they arrived quick with a cop. “We walked in on a robbery,” Sam told the cop and gave the description of the leprechaun.

Once the cop was satisfied he went to the hospital. Dean called while he was in the waiting room. “Hey, the guy I tackled is dropping the charges. Where are you and Liam?”

“I’m in the surgical waiting room at the hospital, and Liam is in surgery.”

“Why?” Dean sounded freaked out.

“He was stabbed.” Sam recounted the whole thing. “Don’t worry though, it didn’t look that bad. At least his throat wasn’t slashed.”

“Oh, I’m gonna worry until he’s out of surgery. I’m on my way.”

Dean arrived at the hospital and they sat for two hours before the doctor came out to talk to them. “Your friend is in recovery now. The stab wound itself wasn’t that bad, but his colon was cut open and we had a bit of a mess to clean up. Anyway, he’s all stitched up now.”

“Can I see him?” Dean asked. “Please, he’s my partner, and I just...”

“He’s not awake yet, but right through those doors, right down the hall, second door on the left.”

“Thank you,” Dean nodded and he and Sam headed to the room.

It was another hour before Liam was awake. “Hey,” he smiled up at Dean.

“Hey to you too,” Dean stroked his hair. “The doctor said you’re gonna be fine.”

“Of course I am,” Liam chuckled. “You think you were getting rid of me that easy?”

Dean kissed the back of his hand. “I don’t ever want rid of you. I was so worried when I found out you were stabbed, and I am so thankful you’re all right.”

The hospital kept him until after dinner the next night. He was told to take it easy for at least a week and they went back to the motel. “You are very injury prone,” Dean said to him when they were settled in bed.

“We do work a dangerous job,” Liam reminded him.

“I know,” Dean nuzzled close. “Sometimes I think I’d rather work alone than have my brother and my man in harm’s way, but then again, there’s safety in numbers too. I don’t know. I’m just afraid that one of these times you won’t be okay.”

Liam leaned in to kiss him. “Don’t worry about that so much. Go to sleep and we’ll go home after breakfast tomorrow morning.”
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