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Hunting Humanity VIII	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Liam woke to sunlight streaming through the window and Dean sitting at the edge of the bed holding a single red rose. When Liam sat up and blinked Dean held the rose out. “Happy anniversary.”

Liam rubbed his eyes and took the rose. “Thanks. It’s our anniversary?”

Dean frowned. “You don’t remember the day we met? I thought you were supposed to be the sentimental and emotional one.”

A small smile appeared on Liam’s lips. “Oh yeah… The day I saved your asses and you weren’t very appreciative.” He leaned in to kiss Dean. “Time has kind of flown by and gotten lost in the chaos, but I’m glad you remembered.” He couldn’t help but sniff the rose. “Very sweet of you. You must’ve gotten up really early to go get this.”

“Not really. I bought it two days ago when I said I was going on a beer run. Natalie hid it for me. I uh, I wanted to show you a little appreciation because I know that’s been lacking. You weren’t exactly subtle about that when we visited Cas and worked that case.”

Liam reached out to touch Dean’s shoulder. “Well, I very much appreciate the gesture. I mean, I understand the nature of hunting, I just don’t want to get completely swallowed up in it, you know? I want a little romance once in a while, a little sweet gesture like this,” he motioned toward the rose in his hand. “Sometimes I feel a little taken for granted.”

Dean reached to stroke Liam’s hair. “I definitely do not take you for granted. When you were gone helping Cas, even though we kept in touch by phone, I missed being able to hold you like crazy. I like watching you sleep because, you know, it means you’re there, and alive, and I have you. When we split up I always take you with me because even if you don’t say or do much, your presence is still there. Also, I feel like I can make sure nothing happens to you. I know, you can hold your own, and you’re a good hunter, but still...”

Liam smiled and kissed Dean again. “I’ll try to remember all of that. But Dean, keeping me in your sight at all times won’t stop anything from happening to me. I’ve been hurt in your presence.”

“I know. It’s just one of those irrational things that makes me feel better. Why don’t we go get breakfast and put your favorite flower back in some water?”

“Yeah, let’s do that. You know, you think it’s a good sign that Sam wanted to come back home again so soon?”

“I don’t think it’s a bad sign. I mean, he could just want to see the kids, but I don’t know. Sam and Natalie looked pretty cozy out on the back porch yesterday, so maybe everything will be okay.”

“I hope so,” Liam said as he got up and put some pants on. “I can’t imagine being apart so much. Even though you’re… Well, you’re you, I like being in your presence too.”

They went downstairs and everyone was at the kitchen table. “Just in time for pancakes,” Natalie greeted them. “Chocolate chip with blueberry syrup, just how you like them, Liam.”

“Thanks,” Liam gave her a little smile. He noticed a small glass vase on the counter with water and he put the rose in it. “And thanks for helping with my morning surprise.”

“Not a problem. I thought it was a very sweet thing to do.”

“It was,” Liam agreed. “A very sweet thing to wake up to. I kinda feel bad that I forgot, but...”

“At least I remembered,” Dean gave a little smirk as he put some plain pancakes on a plate. “Remember that the next time you get mad at me for something.”

A little while later Dean found Sam relaxing on the back porch. “Hey, how are things going?” Dean took a seat beside his brother.

“Good I think,” Sam answered. “I’m no mind reader, but everything seems a lot less tense to me.”

“Yeah, good, uh, you remember when we were kids and went to upstate New York? Dad went on a rugaru hunt.”

“Yeah, you disappeared for a while. Dad came back and sent me to Bobby’s, then found you a few months later. You were on a hunt or something.”

“Uh, yeah, that’s just what Dad decided to tell you.”

“Wait what?”

“Well, I kinda took the money Dad left us for food and lost it all in a poker game. I knew you'd get hungry, so I tried taking the five finger discount at the local market and got busted. I wasn't on a hunt. They sent me to a boys' home.”

“A boys' home, like a reform school?”

“Yeah, more or less. It was a farm, and the guy who ran it, Sonny, he, uh, you know, he looked after me.”

“Okay, but why are you telling me all of this now? It’s ancient history.”

“Because I gave Sonny my number. He called a little while ago. Something happened at the farm that just might be our kind of thing.”

“And you want to go check it out?”

“Yeah. I mean, if things are going really good for you, I hate to disrupt that, but yeah.”

“Well, this is kind of what we do, so give me a minute to grab my stuff.”

They drove up to the farm and parked in front of a house. Sam got out and looked around. “You were here for two months and Dad couldn't find you?”

“Oh, no. He found me. He found me quick. But he left me here because I lost our money.”

“You were sixteen. You made a mistake.”

“Look, I know how you think. None of this was Dad's fault.”

They walked up to the front door and Dean knocked. A middle aged woman answered the door. “What can I do for you boys?”

“I'm Dean. This is my brother, Sam. That’s my partner Liam. We're old buddies of Sonny's.”

“Prison buddies?” the woman asked.

Dean swallowed hard. “No. Uh... you mind telling him that we're here?”

“I'll go get him,” she turned around. “I just mopped this floor, so you take off those roach stompers,” she said before they went inside.

They kicked off their shoes and entered the house. “Sonny's an ex-con, huh?” Sam whispered to his brother.

“What, and we're such angels? Trust me, he's more than made up for it.”

After a few minutes a man came in, his dark hair pulled back in a pony tail. “Dee-dawg!”

“Sonny! Good to see you,” Dean gave a little smile.

“Hey, you, too, brother,” Sonny pulled Dean into a hug. “And one of these handsome men must be Sam.”

“Yeah, uh, the tall dark haired one is Sam, and the short blond is my fiance Liam.”

Sonny raised an eyebrow. “You’re shitting me.”

Dean chuckled. “Nope. I uh, I know I was very into girls while I was here, but then I met Liam and cupid decided to strike. It’s not something I really understand, but it is what it is. I’m happy. Wouldn’t trade him for anything.”

“Well, as long as you’re happy.”

Dean looked around. “So, farm looks, uh, nice.”

“Oh, please, man. It's barely standing. Only got a handful of kids working around here now.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because these days, the system would rather incarcerate a boy than redeem him.”

Sam glanced over at the woman who was wiping down a table. “Hey, Sonny, uh, you mind if we talk alone?”

Sonny turned toward her. “Hey, Ruth, would you, uh, please go check on the boys, make sure their morning chores are getting done?”

As soon as she was gone Dean looked to Sonny. “Alright. So, what's happening?”

“Well, you remember Jack, don't you?”

“Yeah. The, uh, tough, old leatherneck.”

“Well, somehow, that ancient, rusty, broken down tractor just roared to life and ran him over the other night.”

“Maybe it just, uh, slipped out of park or something,” Sam offered.

Sonny shook his head. “Couldn't have. You know, I never believed any of this mumbo jumbo stuff you boys are into, but... something ain't right.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“Well, just … things started happening, you know, lights flickering on and off, strange scratching sounds coming from inside the walls, windows and doors slamming.”

Dean gave a little nod. “Alright. You think you can round up the boys while we take a look around?”

“Well, that shouldn't be a problem. Most are home on break; well, except those with no home worth going to.”

When Sonny left Dean turned to Sam. “Alright. Why don't you take the house? I'll take Liam and check out the barn.”

They went out to the barn and Dean slid the door open. He pulled out his EMF detector and it made a loud noise. “Alright, Casper. Where're you at?” They heard a noise that sounded like a kid’s voice. They started walking around. “Hello?” Dean called out. “Anybody here?” Then they saw a young boy wearing glasses. “Hey, kid, what are you doing in here by yourself?”

“Fighting monsters,” the kid answered.

“What kind of monsters?” Liam asked.

“All sorts, with Bruce the monster smasher.” He held up an action figure.

“Is that a cape? Little impractical for smashing monsters, huh?” Dean commented.

The kid pressed a button. “I clobber evil!” a little voice came from the action figure.

“I bet you do,” Dean chuckled softly then held out his hand. “I’m Dean.”

“Timmy,” the kid gave him a weak little shake.

“Let's try that again. If you're gonna be a man, you got to learn how to shake like one, okay? So give me your best Kung Fu grip. Good.” Timmy took his hand more firmly. “Now look me straight in the eye. Let me know that you mean business. Shake as hard as you can.” Timmy tried again. “That's it. You shake like that, you'll be all right. Hey, Timmy, did you know Jack who worked here?” Timmy nodded. “What can you tell me about him?”

“He yelled a lot. He was yelling when he had his accident.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because me and the other boys were playing here when it happened.”

“Did you see anything?” Timmy shook his head. “Is there anything else about that night that you can remember, anything at all?”

“It suddenly got really cold. Can I go? I have to finish my chores before Miss Ruth gets mad.”

“That Ruth, she runs a tight ship, huh? Yeah, you better roll.”

Timmy ran off and Liam looked at Dean. “Definitely looks like we’ve got ourselves a ghost. Though I wonder why it’s only being active now.”

“I don’t know. Let’s go find Sam and see if he managed to dig up anything.”

They found Sam and he told them what he had found out about the former owner of the farm. “He got life in jail for murdering his wife. Ruth said he died last year.”

“Okay, you know where he’s buried?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright then, let’s go.”

They headed out to the local cemetery and found the right grave and started digging. “So … Dad didn't want you to tell me. How come? Was this place really so bad?” Sam asked while they shoveled.

“I don't really remember. I mean, look, nobody bad touched me. Nobody burned me with their smokes, or beat me with a metal hanger. I call that a win.” They reached the coffin and opened it. “Alright. Let's barbecue old MacDonald here, get the hell out of Dodge.” They poured salt and lighter fluid all over the bones before Dean lit a match and tossed it in.

In the morning they left and then Dean pulled into a little restaurant for breakfast. Liam was looking at his menu, then noticed Dean watching a waitress. He huffed and practically slammed the menu down. “What crawled up your ass now?” Dean asked.

“I know that look on your face. You… You...” He was too upset to even finish the sentence.

“Take a breath and relax. Look, it’s nothing. I’ll explain a little later, okay?”

The waitress Dean was watching came over. “Hi. Welcome to Cus's. What can I get you guys?”

“Bet you never thought you'd see me here, huh?” Dean gave her a charming smile.

She just looked back blankly. “Uh, look, I'm a little bit slammed right now. Do you guys want to hear the specials?”

“Robin ... Dean Winchester. I used to live up at Sonny's.”

“Oh, oh. Uh, look, sorry. There's just, there's so many boys that pass through there, it's hard to remember every name and face.”

“Yeah. Uh, no. Sorry, I just, I remember you coming up there with your mom. She'd give guitar lessons. It's, uh, it was a long time ago.”

“Yeah. Mom, she loved helping out the boys. I guess that's why I kept giving lessons after she passed.” Another waitress called her name. “Um, would you excuse me? I'll be right back.”

As soon as Robin was gone Dean got up. “Let’s go.”

When they were back out to the car Liam cornered Dean. “Start explaining.”

Dean grumbled. “I really wish you’d… Look, I get your feelings, okay, but you have a past, you knew that I have a past...”

Liam chewed on his lip for a second. “Yeah, but I can’t insist on going to visit my past. Everyone I had any meaningful connection to in the past is dead, and even then, you said you weren’t happy that I wanted to have our wedding in Vermont. How would you feel if I started dragging you around to visit old flames and crushes?”

Dean gave Liam a little shove. “I am really not in the mood to argue with you right now.”

Liam slammed Dean hard into the side of the car. “Well tough, because you can’t just dismiss me.”

Dean grabbed Liam and swung him around to slam him into the car. “Sure I can, especially when you get all pissy over nothing! God, you’re mood swings give me whiplash! Sometimes I wanna...”

Liam slapped Dean and Dean punched him in the gut and tackled him to the ground. “Hey!” Sam cried out and pulled them apart while they were rolling around on the ground grabbing and hitting each other. “Stop that! Both of you take a deep breath. Liam, I know it’s a sore spot for you, but whoever he did what with as a teenager, he loves you now. I see you two together, and it’s plain as day you would both die for each other. Calm the hell down and try and remember that.”

Dean’s phone rang and he answered it. “Hey, Sonny, what’s up? Okay, we’re on our way.” He hung up. “Something just killed Ruth. This isn’t over.”

They drove back to the farm. A police car and an ambulance was outside. Sonny was standing in the yard looking shocked when they got out and walked over to him. “I tried to get in to save her, but the damn door wouldn't open.”

“Locked?” Sam asked.

“There's no locks on the farm.”

Dean gave a little sigh. “That means our little field trip to the cemetery was a bust. Sonny, is there anything else weird you can remember?”

“What, because we're not chest deep in weird already, boys?”

“I know, I know. I mean anything... really.”

“There was one thing. Ruth always had her rosary beads with her, but now I can't find them anywhere.”

Sam nodded. “Alright. Um, let's start with the victims, okay? I mean, both lived in the house. They both, uh, worked closely with the boys.”

“Alright, why don't I go have a chat with the rug rats, see what's up?” Dean walked off.

Sam turned to Sonny. “Yeah. Sonny, you got any employee records on the victims?”

Sonny nodded. “In my office. Let's do it.”

While they were looking over employee files one of the boys had a strange accident with the lawnmower. Sam and Liam pulled Timmy’s file to look at and they were going over it when Dean came in. “Kid's gonna need about eight thosand stitches, but he'll be fine.”

“That kid was bullying Timmy before the accident, right?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“Check this out,” Sam handed Dean the file. “Timmy was found in an abandoned building about a year ago all by himself. No one was sure how long he had been there.”

Dean took a look and tossed the file back. “And what about his parents?”

“Well, they posted a picture on the internet, but no one ever showed up.”

“Well, then, what's he doing here? Shouldn't he be in an orphanage?”

“He kept running away from Child Services. So about three months ago Sonny offered to take him in.”

“Alright, so hard ass counselors, bullies, all bite the dust, but Timmy's still standing. So, what are we talking? We got ourselves a Damien on our hands?”

“No. EMF rules out a demon. So probably ghost possession.”

“Meaning what, we find Timmy and shove a fistful of salt down his throat, forced ejection? You're taking the barn this time.”

“Should I take Liam with me so you don’t kill each other and regret it later, or…?”

Liam sighed. “It’s fine, go.”

The two of them started walking through the house, and they came across Robin on the couch with her guitar. Dean stopped to watch her. She soon noticed and looked up. “Oh. Hey. Uh, what happened to you at the diner? I turned around to take your order, and you were just … gone.”

“Long story. Um, have you seen Timmy?”

“No, not yet, but he should be here any minute for his guitar lesson.”

“Yeah, we're gonna cancel that.”

“What?”

“We got to get out of here, okay? I don't have time to explain. You just got to trust me.”

“Trust you?” she scoffed. “And why would I do that again?”

“You do remember me!”

“How could I forget?”

“There were reasons why I had to leave. I don't have time to explain them to you right now. I got to get you out of here.”

Dean grabbed her by the hand and pulled her up off the couch. “Hey! What are you doing?”

Timmy appeared behind them. “I'm sorry.”

Dean turned around. “Sorry about what, Timmy?”

“I can't stop it.”

A vase suddenly flew into the door and shattered. “Go, go!” Dean ushered everyone toward the kitchen. Sam came in just as they entered the room. “Sam, go!” Sam turned around but the door slammed shut and he couldn’t get it open. “Locked. Damn it!” Dean got into the cupboard and grabbed some salt. “Circle.”

Sam took the salt and started making a circle on the floor. Robin looked freaked out. “Dean, what just happened in there?”

“Okay, listen to me. Whatever happens, you stay inside this circle. Understood?”

Timmy stood in the doorway. “I can't control her.”

“Can't control who?” Dean asked.

“Your mom, right?” Sam guessed. “Timmy, listen. We need you to tell us about the fire, okay?”

“It was late, and we were driving home when we crashed in the woods. Everything was on fire. But she saved me, pushed me out... Before the car blew up with her in it.”

“But that's not all, was it?”

“I ran through the woods. I found an empty building, where I hid. I was scared. It was dark and cold. So I cried. I cried for my mom. And then she came.”

“But she'd changed, right?”

“I'll bet she gave you that cool action figure, huh?” Dean said.

“Yeah. When I turned nine.”

A figure of a badly burnt woman flickered near the refrigerator. “I'm gonna need that action figure,” Sam reached for it but was thrown into the wall.

Dean swung an iron fire poker he’d grabbed and when the woman disappeared he grabbed the action figure and turned the stove on to burn it. “No!” Timmy cried out as Dean pulled him into the salt circle.

A strong wind blew through the room and broke the circle. Sam turned to his brother. “It looks like it wasn't the action figure that was anchoring her here, Dean.”

“Then what is?”

“Him,” Sam motioned to Timmy. “You know what? I think maybe his mom can't let go and she's still protecting him from the grave.”

“Protecting him from what? What, from us?”

“Maybe she doesn't know what threats are real and what's not, so she just attacks all of them.”

Dean growled. “Great. So, what, unless we waste the kid, we're sitting ducks?”

“This is crazy,” Robin ran back toward the front of the house. Dean ran after her.

Sam turned to Timmy. “Timmy, we're gonna need your help, okay? Listen to me. I need you to focus, okay? Look, we are not here to hurt you.” The ghost appeared behind Sam and he went flying back into the wall.

When Sam groaned and grabbed at his chest Liam grabbed the salt and threw some at her. She disappeared, but only for a moment. Then she threw Liam into the counter, and a large kitchen knife floated from where it was sheathed in a wooden block and plunged into his chest.

Dean ran back in and when he saw all the blood his face fell. “No… No!”

“I can't stop her,” Timmy said meekly.

“Timmy, you have to try!” Dean urged him. The ghost tossed him over by where Sam lay and both men started wincing. “She came to you when you cried out for her. Now you have to tell her to stop and go away!”

“She's my mom.”

“She's a ghost. Timmy, because she can't move on, she's going crazy. Okay? You got to let her go. You'll be okay. Listen to me. Sometimes you got to do what's best for you, even if it's gonna hurt the ones you love.”

“Mommy... Stop it,” Timmy said weakly.

“Timmy, Kung Fu grip!”

“Mommy, stop it! Stop hurting people!” Timmy said in a much more commanding tone. His mother stopped and turned to him. “You have to go. Never come back. I'll be okay. I promise.” The ghost began to change, looking human again as she held her arms out toward him. “I love you, too.”

She faded away and Dean ran over to Liam. “Please be alive,” he checked for vitals. “Damn it, Sammy, call an ambulance!”

“Is your friend gonna be okay?” Timmy looked worried.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “He uh, he’s really tough. He’s been hurt worse than this and come out of it,” Dean sounded more like he was trying to convince himself.

Robin came back and she gasped. “Is he?”

“Not yet,” Dean answered. Blood gurgled from Liam’s mouth and he made a choking noise. Dean shook him. “I’m not finished with you yet, you bastard!” he shouted, near tears.

The paramedics came and rushed Liam off. Robin went up to Dean who looked pretty shaken. “You said your friend was tough, I’m sure he’ll be okay,” she put a hand on his shoulder.

Dean swallowed hard. “I should probably tell you that he’s not my friend, he’s my fiance.”

“What?”

“Yeah, look, I… I don’t know how to explain it no matter how many times I try to people who knew me when I was younger. I was always straight as an arrow, and then I met him, and god, I fell head over heels in love with the person that he is. I don’t know what the hell that makes me, but… And then we came here and I had to see you again. He’s got issues and it’s a sore spot for him. He got so pissed and we fought in the restaurant parking lot. It got a little physical, and we haven’t made up yet, and...” Dean sniffed and wiped away a tear.

“Hey...” Robin gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m sure he’ll be fine, but even if… The people we love that love us back, even though you were upset with each other, he knows how you feel.”

“Thanks. Uh, hate to run again, but I’d like to get to the hospital so I can be there.”

“Yeah, of course, I understand.” She leaned up to kiss his cheek.

Sam got in the driver’s seat and started driving to the hospital with Dean. “Hey, how did you know Timmy asking his mom to leave was gonna work?” Sam asked.

“I didn't. Total hail Mary. Got lucky.”

“You just got lucky? Kind of like you did with this place. I mean, here I was thinking this was the worst part of your life, and it turns out it was the best. Why'd you ever leave?”

“Never felt right.”

“Really?”

“It was two months, Sam, okay? And I couldn't wait to get out of here. I don't know what to tell you. It wasn't me.”

“Okay. He’s gonna be okay you know. I mean, I’ve never seen anyone more injury prone, but he always pulls through just like you said. It’s that stubborn streak a mile long.”

“Yeah...” Dean sighed and stared out the window until they reached the hospital.

They went to the ER reception desk and told the receptionist they were there. As usual, there were papers for Dean to fill out, and lots of waiting. Four hours later a doctor came out and Dean stood up. “Your partner is something else,” the doctor gave a small smile and shook his head. “Usually an injury like that is fatal, but somehow… He’s out of surgery and stable.”

Sam patted his brother’s shoulder. “Told you. Can we see him, doctor?”

“He’s not awake yet, but yeah. Nurse Cavanaugh will take you to his room.”

A woman in scrubs led them back the halls to a little room. Liam was unconscious in a bed hooked up to an IV and a monitor. Dean sat by the bed and Sam took a seat in the corner. It was a little over an hour until Liam’s eyes fluttered open. “Why do ghosts always fucking stab me?” his voice was hoarse.

“I don’t know,” Dean grabbed his hand. “Maybe you irritate them as much as you irritate living people,” he chuckled softly.

Liam blinked. “If I wasn’t pumped full of really good drugs right now...”

“Calm down, I’m just teasing. Look, I know that my being straight up until I met you and cupid hit me, that’s a sore spot for you, and I really don’t know what to do about it. I’m also really sorry I was so short with you back in the parking lot. One, your issues frustrate me, and two, I thought she didn’t remember me, and it upset me because she was kind of like my girlfriend for a month.”

“And it was really important that you see her.”

“I know you don’t like that, but yeah. If you could, wouldn’t you want to see Jack again?”

“Yeah,” Liam answered honestly.

“And would that mean you loved me any less?”

“No. Actually, I used to check in on him from time to time. He never knew it though.”

“See. Liam, Robin was my first case of major puppy love. If I had stayed there long enough, she could’ve been my Jack. We’ll never know, but I just wanted to see her and say hi. I still love you more than anything, you crazy bastard. I was actually scared you were gonna die this time before we made up from our fight. We should know better than to stay mad for too long.”

Liam gave him a little smile. “Me die? You should know better than that by now. And yeah, I let the little voice in my head get the better of me again, but deep down I know you love me. I hope that you know that even when I’m angry with you I love you too.”

“Yeah, I know.”

There was a knock at the door and they turned to see Sonny standing in the doorway. “Your man gonna be okay?”

“As usual, yeah,” Dean nodded. “He’s like a cockroach colony, not so easy to get rid of.”

“Good. I have to thank you guys, man. Robin told me what happened, and the only way I can describe it is crazy. Sorry you got hurt though, Liam.”

“Occupational hazard,” Liam gave a soft chuckle. “If it makes you feel better, they got me so full of drugs I don’t really feel anything right now.”

“That’s a good thing, brother. You guys need anything?”

“Probably a place to crash for a few days,” Dean answered. “They’ll probably want to keep Liam for a little while, even though he’ll hate it, and Sam and I will at least need a bed and a bathtub until we can go home. Think you could put up with us a little while longer?”

“I said it when you were a kid, and I’ll say it again. You’re welcome to stay as long as you need to.”
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