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Hunting Humanity VI	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1256 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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One morning at breakfast Liam sat his fork down and sighed. “Sam, Dean killed Amy,” he blurted out.

“What?” Sam nearly choked on his eggs.

“What the hell are you doing?” Dean glared at Liam.

Liam looked back at him. “I’m trying to fix things here. You really started going off the deep end when you did that and lied to him about it. I see the way you look at your brother. Keeping the secret is eating at you, and that is why you’re drinking more than usual, and it’s probably why you picked up that woman.”

“So it’s true?” Sam glared at Dean.

“Yeah,” Dean sighed. “But don’t even give me that look. I just did what you couldn’t because you were personally involved. She killed, Sam, and she would’ve done it again eventually.”

“No, she wouldn’t have! And let’s remind everybody again that you fucked a vampire and I didn’t say a peep about it.”

“Don’t bring me into this!” Liam protested. “You threatened to kill me when that nurse was killed in that hospital. I’m pretty sure you would have followed through had I actually been the one to kill her. Not to mention I am not a vampire anymore. I haven’t been for four years thank you very much. I kill monsters, not humans, not that I ever did much of that.”

Dean motioned to Liam in agreement. “My point exactly. My vampire didn’t kill.”

“I told you the only reason she killed those people was that her son was dying,” Sam growled. “Otherwise she fed from dead people. Liam fed from live people. The difference is a person can survive losing a few pints of blood, but not a chunk of their brain.”

“If I could have fed from dead people I would have,” Liam huffed. “But we all know how well that would’ve went.”

“Sam, I know, but if her son would’ve gotten sick again she would’ve started killing again. Those deaths would’ve been on us then. I was not willing to risk that. Like I told you when you told me about her, Liam is human now and there is zero chance of him killing anything but a demon or a monster.”

Sam got up from the table and walked out the door. Dean turned to Liam. “Thanks for that, really.”

Liam sighed. “Dean, secrets between the three of us, they’re toxic. Something had to give somewhere or else you were probably going to end up losing me. Is that what you want?”

“At the moment I’m not really sure.”

Liam ran into the bathroom and slammed the door hard before locking it. He took a nice long bath before coming out. “Sam back yet?” he mumbled.

“No,” Dean answered from the table. “Come here please.” Liam hesitated a moment before walking over to the table and standing in front of Dean. Dean took his hand. “Look, I’m sorry I got snippy with you. I know what you were trying to do, and you were right, that secret was really eating at me. I just didn’t want him to find out from somebody else, you know?”

“Were you ever going to tell him, or were you going to let it fester until it drove a wedge between us all?”

“That’s a fair question. The answer is I don’t know. I might’ve told him eventually, but you went and let the cat out of the bag now, so...”

Sam came in then looking all sweaty. He avoided looking at both of them while he grabbed himself a bottle of water. “Hey, get cleaned up, we got a case,” Dean said. Sam didn’t respond. “Look, I know you’re pissed, and I’m sorry you’re upset. Still, we have a job to do. I was listening to the radio while you two were sulking and some psychics have been offed in Lily Dale, New York. I think it’s worth a look. Now, can we at least pull together and work?”

Sam grunted and headed for the bathroom to shower. Liam went to start packing. Then they piled into the car and started driving. Sam didn’t say a word, not even when they stopped to sleep for the night. They got separate rooms as usual and Dean snuggled close to Liam. “This is a mess,” Dean sighed. “But I still love you and I still want you with me.”

“I’m not in the mood for sex.”

“That wasn’t what I was angling for, but good to know.”

In the morning Sam still had breakfast with them, but remained silent. This continued until they reached Lily Dale. “Okay, Sam, you go find out what the police know about both murders. Liam and I will check out the latest crime scene,” Dean ordered.

They went to the old woman’s house and flashed their FBI badges to have a look around. They looked at her table and found all sorts of buttons on the chair and table that did different things. “O spirits of the further, am I going to win the Powerball?” Dean said as he pushed a button under the table and there was a knocking sound. “I'm gonna be rich!” he chuckled.

Liam rolled his eyes, but chuckled a little himself. “Okay, lady was obviously a fake. Maybe that’s the motive?”

“Dude, everyone in this town is fake.”

“What if I were to tell you I’m a little bit clairvoyant?”

“Really?” Dean looked at him skeptically. “Give me an example.”

“I knew about John before Natalie did. I had a dream about her bringing a baby home from the hospital. You were there too. Keep in mind this was while you were in hell and I had no way of knowing you were coming back. A week and a half later I heard them arguing about the baby.”

“Really?” Dean looked surprised.

“Yes. I also had a dream about Bobby’s house burning down four days before it happened. Don’t ask me how it works, it just kinda does.”

“Well, maybe not all psychics are fakes, but this one sure was. Let’s go find Sam, see what he knows.”

They walked down the street where there were a ton of psychic reading signs up, and they made their way to the Good Graces Cafe. “Hello! First time at Good Graces?” a man greeted them.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded.

“Well, we're one hundred percent locally sourced, biodynamic, and you get a free affirmation with every order.”

They walked past him up to a table where Sam was sitting looking at some files with a cup of coffee. A waiter approached them. “And what can I get for you?”

“Uh, pancakes, side of pig. Coffee, black,” Dean answered.

“Just pancakes for me,” Liam said. “Oh, and coffee with cream and sugar.”

Sam put the file on the table to show them the pictures. “What am I looking at?” Dean asked.

Sam pointed to the first picture. “Well, see this? Now, this is Imelda Graven, death number one. She was brained by her own crystal ball.”

“Bummer, and ironic.” Dean turned the page to see the medium who had been stabbed in the throat with a planchette. “Same necklace?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah. See, Imelda gave it to Goldy in her will.”

“Okay, so, cursed object, maybe?” Liam suggested.

Sam shrugged. “Worth looking into. Goldy's next of kin lives in town, also a psychic.”

“Oh, good. I haven't had my fill,” Dean said sarcastically.

Once they finished eating they went to a house and two women came out. “Melanie Golden? Hi. Uh...Got a minute?” Dean asked as they flashed their FBI badges.

“You want me to stay?” her friend asked her.

“No, that's okay.” Melanie hugged her friend and the friend left. “A friend. She just heard about my grandmother... which is, I guess, why you guys are here, so come on in.” They followed her inside and there was a suitcase on her coffee table. “Sorry. I just got back.”

“You were out of town?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, I work the circuit, hotels, conventions, you know.”

“Oh,” Dean nodded. “Wait. No offense, but you don't seem all that psychic.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, I mean, just, you know, where's all the crystals and pyramids?”

“I'm off the clock. Also not psychic. What? It's an honest living.”

“Interesting definition of honest.”

“Well, I honestly read people. It's just less whoo whoo, more body language. Like the three of you. You’ve been together at this a while, but the blond guy is like, he joined you two later on in your partnership,” she motioned between Sam and Dean. “Lot of tension going around too. You and you,” she pointed to Sam and Liam, “you’re both pissed, but for different reasons.” She looked to Dean. “You’re really stressed. A lot of it probably has to do with whatever is going on between you and the blond guy as lovers. I sense a definite rough patch there that looks like it’s slowly mending.”

Dean blinked. “You can tell all that just by how we’re standing?”

“It's not brain surgery. It's kind of why my grandma and me didn't get along. I mean, she'd go full smoke machine, but she still actually believed in all that stuff, so...”

“You don't?” Liam asked surprised.

“You do?”

“We’ve got very open minds. You'd be surprised.”

“I'm sorry to have to ask, but there's a necklace of your grandmother's,” Sam interrupted.

“Don't have it. Everything went straight to the emporium. She had a deal with the owner.”

They got the address from her and thanked her for her time. Dean also gave her a card with his number on it in case she could think of anything else that might help them. Then they went to the emporium and walked up to the counter. “You're looking for something,” the guy behind the counter shot them a bright smile.

“You Jimmy Tomorrow?” Sam asked.

“Yes.”

“We're looking for a necklace.”

“Oh. Romantic.”

“It would have come in with Grandma Goldy's effects,” Sam put a photo of her on the counter and pointed to the necklace around her neck.

“Oh. Yes. Now, you do know that this is the Orb of Thessaly.”

“We did not know,” Dean said as Jimmy picked up a metal box and opened it.

“Very powerful, very rare.”

“Let me guess. Very expensive,” Liam shot him a look.

“Worth every penny,” Jimmy said as he pulled it out.

“Well, in that case,” Dean pulled out his FBI badge, “we'll be taking the state's evidence discount.”

“What's going on?” Jimmy looked a little upset.

“A murder investigation that we'd like to personally thank you for not obstructing,” Sam said as he reached to take the necklace.

Jimmy grabbed his wrist. “You know, I give private energetic readings.”

“No, thanks,” Sam looked a little annoyed.

“A loss weighs on you. You're angry. It's complicated. Come see me, Agent.” Sam took the card with a sigh.

“Thanks, Jimmy. We'll see you,” Dean gave a small fake smile as they turned to leave.

“The bureau's gonna reimburse me for the necklace, right?” Jimmy called after them.

“Oh, we'll send you a check,” Dean called back on their way out the door. “What's an Orb of Thessaly?” he turned to his brother when they were in the parking lot.

Sam was examining it. “I know one thing, it's made in Taiwan.”

Sam tossed it to Dean who caught it. “Oh, a fake around here. Imagine that. Of course, that means that whatever's killing mediums is still out there,” Dean said as they got in the car.

A little while later they were at another crime scene. Sam walked up to the chief. “Chief. We met at the station.”

“Right. Morning, Agent,” the police chief nodded at him.

“So, what happened?” Sam asked.

“It's a weird one. Chest full of cutlery.”

Dean nodded. “Alright. We're gonna take a look around. Let us know if you get any leads.”

“Oh, I got leads coming out of my ass. As of nine o'clock, our tip line had forty six calls, all from clairvoyants that know what really happened.”

“What's the popular theory?” Dean asked.

“It's a toss up between a ghost and some sort of ogre that only attacks Russians.”

Dean had to hold back a laugh. “Policing Lily Dale sounds fun.”

“It was either this or Los Angeles.”

“So, these clairvoyants, did they give any details as to why they thought it was a ghost? Or a... Russian ogre?” Sam asked.

“Their spirit monkey said so. Plus, apparently this guy claims he had a vision of his own death, cutlery and all.”

Dean’s phone started ringing. “Excuse me,” he stepped off to the side to answer it. He came back a minute later. “Guys, Melanie needs to see us again.”

They went back to her house and she was holding a landline phone. “I hadn't checked it until today. I mean, the only person who ever called my landline was my grandma,” she said as she sat down across from the couch they were seated on.

Sam nodded. “That's okay. Go on.”

“Look, I wouldn't put any stock in it. I mean, she was always calling me with some crazy dream she was sure was a sign, that kind of thing, but uh, is it true Nikolai had a real vision of his death?”

“That's what we were told,” Liam nodded.

“Well, so did she the day she died.”

“What'd she say?” Dean asked.

“Well, you can listen to it if you want. She said she was in a séance, then the lights go, it's freezing.”

Sam perked up a little. “Wait, she said that? That the room got cold?”

“Yeah. Why? Is that important?” Sam and Dean looked at each other. “What? What is it?”

Dean turned to her. “A ghost. The real deal.”

She didn’t look like she believed them. “Come on. You're serious.”

Dean nodded. “Yeah. See, there's, uh, fake whoo whoo crap, and there's real whoo whoo crap.”

“Well, yeah, but ghosts?”

Liam gave a little chuckle. “Oh, trust me. There's a lot weirder out there than that.”

“So ‘The X-files’ is real, or you just stopped talking like an FBI agent.”

“Well, um, we're not FBI agents,” Sam admitted.

“To be honest, we’re people that deal with the real whoo whoo crap,” Liam leaned his head on Dean’s shoulder. “What?” he said when Dean shot him a look. “She knows, and I’m feeling affectionate.”

“I need a drink,” she got up to get one.

They left the house and stood on the porch. Dean looked to his companions. “You know, if this is a spirit, it ain't your average spook tied to a house. I mean, this thing is boogieing all over town.”

“Not surprised,” Sam looked around at all the psychic reading signs out in nearby yards. “I mean, how many crystal balls do you figure there are in Lily Dale?”

“Somewhere between fifty and, uh, all of them,” Dean said as he headed toward the car.

Sam sighed. “Well, I mean, quartz can act as an antenna for spirits, right? I mean, that's why mediums started using crystal balls in the first place.”

Dean shook his head. “Well, that means that every storefront in town has got a ghost satellite dish.”

Sam nodded. “Exactly. And this place is packed with people summoning spirits.”

Dean snorted. “Yeah, but, dude, most of these guys can't even call a taxi.”

“All it takes is one,” Liam pointed out.

Dean sighed. “That's gonna be like looking for a needle in a stack of fake needles.”

Sam looked to his brother. “It's worse. I mean, I'll bet you anything some of these guys got real juice. I'm not talking kill people level. I'm just saying, enough to make it complicated.”

Dean opened the car door. “I hate this town. Alright, so, what? Start hitting up the Miss Cleos?”

“I was thinking split up and canvass. It's faster,” Sam said as he walked away.

Dean sighed. “Right. Of course you were.”

A little while later Melanie called again. A friend of hers had a death vision and had called her very scared. Dean and Liam met Melanie at her friend’s house and rang the door bell. The woman answered. “It's okay. Like I said on the phone, they can help,” Melanie told her.

The woman looked them over. “Phony lawmen, huh?”

Dean gave a little smirk. “Yeah, because nobody can relate to phony around here.”

“Well, if you can do something, I don't care if you call yourself the Pope,” she waved them in.

“Alright. What happened, exactly?” Liam asked.

“What happened is, I had a friggin vision. Something is coming for me.”

“What's coming? Did you get a look?” Dean asked.

“No. But I sure felt it when it started breaking my bones. I don't want to die.”

“Okay. We'll figure it out,” Dean assured her. “The vision happened in here?”

“Yeah, by the cash box.”

Dean looked around and noticed a camera hidden in a mask on the wall. “There any chance good looking was watching?”

The woman played the footage for them. The image of a ghost woman could be seen moving up behind the woman and touching her on the head. Melanie gasped. “What the hell?”

“Oh, my God!” the woman took a step back.

Melanie turned to Dean. “Was that, I mean, an actual…?”

Dean nodded. “Bonafide. Yeah. Well, no offense, but nobody's having psychic visions around here. This, uh, spirit, whoever she is, is giving them out.”

“And then killing people?” the woman looked a bit horrified.

“Until we stop her. Well, the good news is you said you saw a clock and it read two am, so that gives us a little time. Now, does anybody recognize this chick?”

Melanie nodded. “You know, I swear I've seen her, like in a painting or something. No, not a painting. In one of those old photos in the museum.”

Dean called Sam to meet them at the museum. They walked past a guide giving a tour and they found a wall dedicated to sibling acts. Sam saw a picture of the Mystifying Campbell brothers and sighed. “Never ended well for the siblings,” the museum guide came over to them.

“Why is that?” Dean asked.

“The strain of working together, or maybe just being around each other all their lives. Those two were the exception, actually, the Campbells. Got along famously. Of course, that was just a stage name. They weren't actually brothers. That was a cover for their, um, alternative lifestyle. Any other questions I can answer?”

“Yes. Who are they?” Sam pointed at a photo of two sisters.

“Oh, the Fox sisters, among the founders of Lily Dale. Kate Fox, quite troubled apparently, but mesmerizing onstage. She's said to be able to levitate objects and foretell one's death. Her older sister, Margaret, perhaps not a natural psychic.”

“So, full of crap,” Dean looked to the guide.

“Yes, well, she didn't have her sister's charisma, but she looked after Kate. Sometimes one's true gift is taking care of others.”

“So, what happened to them?” Dean asked.

“Lived here all their lives.”

“Lived here and died here?” Sam asked.

“Yes, well, buried in the cemetery.”

Sam nodded. “Great. That was very educational. Thank you.”

They walked down the steps and Sam turned to his brother. “Alright. Hit up the graveyard, dig up Kate?”

“Alright. Wait a second,” Dean looked back at Sam.

“All signs point to her, Dean.”

“No. Just hold on a damn minute. Enough with just the facts here.”

“We agreed...”

“No, we agreed to work the case. We didn't agree for you to be a dick the whole time. You're pissed, okay? And you've got a right.”

“Yeah, damn straight,” Sam glared.

“But enough's enough.”

“Says who? Look, I'll work this damn case, but you lied to me, and you killed my friend. And you,” he turned to Liam. “You knew and lied by omission.”

Liam frowned. “Don’t go dragging me into this! I am Switzerland here.”

Sam turned to walk away and Dean grabbed his arm. “I put down a monster who killed four people, and if you didn't know her, you'd have done the same thing.”

“I did know her, Dean.”

“Yeah, which is why you couldn't do it. Look, I get it. There are certain people in this world, no matter how dangerous they are, you just can't.”

“Don't pull that card! That's bull. Look, if I've learned one thing, it's that if something feels wrong, it probably is!”

“Usually, yeah. But killing Amy was not wrong. You couldn't do it, so I did. That's what family does, the dirty work. You can be pissed all you want, but quit being a bitch.” Dean growled as he got in the car.

Sam watched him for a minute before getting in the passenger side after Liam got in. Liam curled up in the back seat. “What’s wrong with you?” Dean asked.

“I don’t like it when people fight.”

“Well, if you would’ve kept your damn mouth shut...”

“Don’t yell at me! If I’d have kept my mouth shut any longer you would have self destructed and you fucking know it!”

Dean sighed and fired up the engine. “You know what, let’s just grab some dinner and then take a break from each other until gets dark.”

They did just that, meeting at the cemetery after dark. They found the grave and Dean held the flashlight while Liam and Sam dug. “I get why she's killing people. I don't get why she's warning them.” Sam said as he threw a shovel full of dirt.

Dean shrugged. “Give them a taste of the curse, maybe? It couldn't have been a joyride.”

They got down to the coffin. “Here we go,” Sam said as he opened the coffin and got out. Liam tried to climb out but had a little trouble. “Need some help, hobbit?” Sam held a hand out.

“Why do graves have to be six feet deep?” Liam sighed and took Sam’s hand to pull him out.

Dean poured lighter fluid while Sam poured salt. Dean was about to light his lighter when the ghost woman appeared and sent Sam sprawling. “Sam!” Dean called out. “Back off, crazy eyes.”

“Listen to me. Why isn't anybody listening?” the ghost woman looked upset.

Dean started flicking his lighter, but it wouldn’t catch. “You don't get a vote.”

“No! Stop!” she screamed while Dean kept fiddling with the lighter. Sam grabbed a match and lit it before tossing it in. She screamed as she went up in flames.

“Nice timing,” Dean gave his brother a little smile. He called Melanie to tell her it was taken care of and then they went back to the motel to pack up. They were heading out when Melanie called back at two in the morning. Her friend’s vision was happening. Sam grabbed the phone while Dean turned around and raced back to the friend’s house, but they were too late.

They took Melanie home and tried to regroup. Dean sighed. “Should have known that whole good sis, bad sis story was just showmanship crap. Oh, and it turns out that Kate was just trying to warn people about her evil bitch sister. And we burned her bones, so that's gone.”

Sam shrugged. “All we can do now is go stop her.”

Melanie came down in a bathrobe still crying. “Hey. How you holding up?” Dean asked her.

“Been better,” she answered.

“Listen, if you need for us to leave...” Dean offered.

“I need you guys to leave.”

“Okay, we will,” Sam nodded. “It's just that... Look, Margaret is still out there.”

“What do you guys need to know?”

“Is there anything that stood out?” Sam asked.

“Well, um, she barely gave a crap about me. I mean, I was just in the way. She was all about getting Camille.”

“Okay. That's something,” Dean nodded.

“One other thing. Um, she enjoyed it. She was smiling.”

“Disturbing, but not surprising,” Liam commented.

They decided not to waste anymore time. They went straight back to the graveyard and found Margaret’s grave. Dean and Liam started digging while Sam stood watch. “I feel naked doing this in daylight,” Dean sighed.

“Yeah. Let's just hurry up,” Sam agreed.

After a while Dean and Liam switched with Sam. Sam finished and broke open the coffin only to find it empty. “Crap,” Liam grumbled.

“Not good,” Sam shook his head as they headed back to the car. “If someone knew enough to take Margaret's bones, they're not kidding around. That's serious binding magic.”

“Great,” Dean sighed as he tossed his shovel into the trunk. “Psychic ghost bitch on a leash.”

“We got to find those bones,” Sam said as he got into the car.

Dean took out a folded piece of paper from his jacket and was going to toss it, but then something occurred to him. “Hey, guys, you know why I'm not going to spend my money at the annual Lily Dale ESP Festival and hot dog eating contest this year?”

“Can’t imagine,” Sam looked at him.

“Because all the headliners are dead.”

They went back to Melanie’s house to ask her more questions because they agreed it was probably no coincidence that the first three murder victims were headliners. They showed her the paper. “You know, after Nikolai... They asked Camille to take his spot. I mean, she's so popular. Was so popular.”

“Okay, uh, all these people, would you say that they're the, uh, you know, top dogs in town?” Dean asked.

“Well, it's not really like that.”

“But they were all doing well. I mean, your grandma?”

“She wrote a few books. Yeah, and Imelda was on The Nate Berkus Show twice, so, yeah, I guess they were doing pretty well. You think that's why she went after them?”

“We think that’s why someone was after them,” Liam confirmed.

“I mean, if you had to guess, who do you think would be next in line?” Dean asked. “Your grandma was headlining at the big hall, so who do you think they would ask to fill in for her?”

“Probably me,” Melanie looked a little freaked out.

“Okay,” Dean nodded. “Don’t worry. Liam and I, we’re going to stay with you then. Sam, can you go track down those bones?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded and left.

Dean went to the car for a big can of salt and made a big circle in the living room. “You sure that'll work?” Melanie asked.

“That should hold her off long enough for Sam to find the bones and burn them. Hopefully,” Dean answered.

“Hopefully? Does it hurt them? Burning their bones?”

Dean shrugged. “I never really thought about it. Probably, yeah.”

“Good.”

Sam called a little while later. “Dean, it's the pawn shop guy.”

“How do you know?”

“He goose chased me to a friggin pregnant yoga class.”

“Alright, well, figure out where he put her bones.” Melanie gasped and Liam pointed at the window where Margaret’s ghost was peeking in. “Fast, Sam.”

Dean hung up and Liam grabbed an iron fire poker and they all gathered inside the circle of salt. They jumped when the window broke and wind blew in. The wind broke the circle. “Oh. Damn it,” Dean grumbled. “I hate when they do that. Melanie, get the salt. Go.”

Dean was flung against the wall and Margaret advanced on Melanie. Liam hit the ghost with the fire poker and she disappeared. Melanie started fixing the circle and Margaret reappeared. “Get behind me!” Dean shouted and aimed his shotgun at the ghost. “That's as far as you go, bitch.”

The room started to shake and lights flickered. The circle broke again. “Aw. Sorry, handsome,” Margaret smirked.

Dean tried to shoot her but the gun wouldn’t fire. Liam moved to swing the fire poker at her but it was ripped out of his hand and he was impaled in the stomach with it. “Liam! Hold on!” Dean shouted as he grabbed an iron chain out of his bag and swung it at her to make her disappear again.

Margaret came back and sent Dean flying across the room. Margaret turned to Melanie and started choking her. Then Margaret twitched and let go before she went up in flames. Melanie tried to catch her breath and looked over to Liam lying on the floor bleeding heavily. “Is he gonna be okay?”

Dean got up and rushed over to him. “Yeah, he’s gonna be fine. You’re gonna be okay,” he stroked Liam’s hair. “I’m just gonna go get the med kit, okay?” Dean ran to the car and got the med kit and rushed back.

Sam came back while Dean was finishing up bandaging Liam. “Oh, god, what happened?” Sam asked when he saw all the blood.

“He was stabbed with the fire poker,” Dean answered. “But he’s okay, right?”

“I’ll live if I don’t bleed to death,” Liam slowly got up off the floor.

“Are you sure he’s okay?” Melanie asked.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “He’s tough. This isn’t the first on the job injury he’s had. Sorry about the blood everywhere though.”

“I should be thanking you. You saved my life.”

Dean frowned. “But not your friend.”

“You didn’t send the ghost, so, thank you for coming to kill it.”

“Wow, no one has ever thanked us before,” Sam was surprised. “Um, you’re welcome. We’re just gonna get Liam back to the motel now.”

Both Sam and Dean helped Liam out to the car and Dean sat in back with him while Sam drove. They got Liam into bed and checked his bandage. “Yeah, you’re okay,” Dean kissed his hand.

“Can I talk to you a minute?” Sam asked Dean.

“Yeah,” Dean sighed and followed Sam outside.

Sam leaned against the wall. “Recent events got me thinking. It’s like you said when we buried Rufus. We should just have a blanket we’re good. Liam was stabbed and I was shot at, so, you know, the last thing you say to somebody...”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Wait, you were shot at?”

“Yeah, long story. I just decided to forgive you for Amy. Look, you know what? Um... You were right about Amy. If she was just any monster I'm not sure I could have let her walk away. I don't know. I mean, I'll never know. I get why you did it. You were just trying to make sure no one else got hurt. But here's the thing. You can't just look me in the face and tell me you're fine.”

“Oh, here we go,” Dean sighed.

“Look, whatever. Last one to preach, I know. But... Just be honest with me. How are those the actions of someone who knows they did the right thing?”

“You want me to be honest? I went with my gut, and that felt right. I didn't trust her, Sam. Of course, ever since Cas, I'm having a hard time trusting anybody. And as far as how I been acting... I don't know. Maybe it's because I don't like lying to you. You know, it doesn't feel right. So, yeah, you got me there. I’ve been climbing the walls. Liam was right about that, and he was right to tell you.”

“Yeah, can we just forget the last few months?” Sam sighed. “They haven’t been good for any of us.”

“Since I’m the one that did most of the screwing up, that would be good. You’ll just have to convince Liam of that because he might still be pissed.”

Sam opened the room door. “Liam, you still with us?”

“Yes,” Liam replied.

“We’re just gonna forget about the past like two months, is that cool? I mean, we were just talking and as usual we all could’ve been killed tonight. You were stabbed and I was shot at and… Things have been kinda screwed up but I was thinking that we should just forgive everything. I have forgiven Dean for Amy.”

Liam sighed. “I get where you’re coming from, I do. I even kinda agree, but being cheated on is a really big thing.”

“Yeah, but if you had been killed, would you really want things left like this?”

“No. I’m trying to get over it, okay? That one is just gonna take time.”

Dean came in and sat on the bed. “How are you feeling, Babe?”

“Like I got stabbed with a fire poker. I think I need a bandage change.”

“Okay, let me just get some clean bandages.” Dean took care of him and then kissed him on the forehead. “You know I love you, right?”

“I know,” Liam gave him a small smile. “I love you too.”

“Okay, I’m gonna head to my room now and get some sleep,” Sam said. “See you guys for breakfast in the morning?”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “We could all use some rest I think.”

When Sam left Dean helped Liam get out of his clothes before stripping down himself to sleep. He gave Liam a worried look before closing his eyes and trying to go to sleep. Liam grabbed his arm and put it over his chest as he snuggled a little closer.
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