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Hunting Humanity IX	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Liam was woken in the middle of the night by Dean bolting upright, panting heavily. The blond rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and sat up as well, his hand coming to rest on Dean’s arm. “Bad dream?”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded, trying to calm himself down. “Sorry for waking you.”

“I woke you plenty when I was having nightmares. Maybe talking about it will make you feel better.”

Dean gave his husband a strange look. “How long have you known me?”

Liam rolled his eyes. “But this is me. Our bedroom is a safe place, remember? You open up to me, and Natalie when we’re home.”

Dean leaned against the headboard with a sigh. “It just has to do with a fear. I still have this mark, Liam.” His fingers brushed over the spot on his arm. “I’m just as afraid of history repeating itself as you are.”

Liam nodded in understanding. “That would be bad, but we didn’t find anything to help us at the bunker. What can I do to help?”

Dean pulled him closer. “Just be here. Loving you as much as I do, it keeps the evil at bay.”

“It didn’t last time.”

“I think having you near slowed it down at least. Things didn’t get bad until the blade was in my hand, and I don’t know what Crowley did with it. Let’s just go back to sleep, okay?”

The next day Dean and Liam were on the couch watching TV when Sam came out with grilled cheese sandwiches on little plates. “Lunch time,” he handed them each one.

“Oh, hello, beautiful,” Dean grabbed the sandwich and took a bite.

“You want some alone time with that thing?” Sam teased a little.

“Funny,” Dean shot his brother a dirty look. “I don’t know about you, but I’m into short but very cute blonds.”

“I like redheads,” Sam responded. “The one in the kitchen especially. Take your plates back to the sink when you’re done. And if you’re feeling really ambitious and helpful, someone needs to do a load of dishes.”

After dinner was cleaned up Liam had Dean face down on the bed and he was giving his husband a back massage to relax him. Sam knocked on the door and opened it a moment later. “Sorry to interrupt, but I just heard from Cas.”

Dean rolled over. “You didn’t interrupt anything. What does Cas want?”

“He says he’s in Pontiac, Illinois, and he has an emergency.”

“Okay,” Dean nodded. “We need to get some sleep tonight, but we’ll get everything ready before bed so we can grab and go in the morning.”

The next afternoon they met Castiel by a diner. “Thank you for coming,” he looked relieved to see them. Then he explained what happened with going to see his vessel’s daughter, and her running away on him.

“This is why you called us? This is your emergency?” Dean shouted in irritation.

“Yes,” he didn’t understand the problem.

“No, Cas! An emergency is a dead body, okay? Or a wigged out angel, or the Apocalypse, take three. Some chick bolting on you is not an emergency.”

“This isn’t just some chick. I’m responsible for her,” Castiel argued.

“Since when? You met her once, how many years ago?”

“Look, Cas. Even if we do find Claire, then what?” Sam asked.

“She rolled you, and then she ran, okay? It’s pretty clear that she doesn’t want to play house,” Dean pointed out.

“I understand. But I need to know that Claire is safe. And I need your help,” Castiel insisted.

“Alright. Uh … Why don’t we go ask around at the group home?” Sam suggested.

“Uh, you know what? We’re going to stick here in case she circles back. You go ahead,” Dean instructed. Sam left and they headed into the restaurant. “Someone had a very light breakfast, barely anything,” he mumbled into Liam’s ear.

“Caring is nice, but don’t get all annoying with it,” Liam mumbled back.

They ordered burgers, and Castiel’s just sat while he watched the other two eat. “Is ketchup a vegetable?” he asked randomly.

“Hell, yes,” Dean nodded. “Alright, so spill. What’s with the family reunion?”

Castiel paused a moment. “I don’t know. I’ve just been thinking about people. I’ve helped some, but I’ve hurt some.”

Dean switched his empty plate with Castiel’s plate. “So you’re having a midlife crisis.”

“Well, I’m extremely old. I think I’m entitled.”

“Cas, listen to me. There’s some stuff you just got to let go. Okay? The people you let down, the ones you can’t save … You got to forget about them. For your own good.”

“Is that what you do?”

“No, it isn’t,” Liam answered, munching on a french fry.

Dean gave a little shrug. “I never said I was a role model.”

“You give yourself too little credit. You know, you should practice what you preach.”

“How are you, Dean?” Castiel asked.

“Fine,” Dean answered quickly and got narrowed eyes from both Liam and Castiel.

“No, you’re not,” Castiel called his bluff.

“Yeah, well, I lost the black eyes, so that’s a plus. But I still have this,” Dean gently smacked the mark on his arm.

“Is the Mark of Cain still affecting you?”

Dean got a far away look in his eyes for a moment. “Cas, I need you to promise me something.”

“Of course.”

“If I do go dark side, you got to take me out.”

“What?” Liam blurted out

“What do you mean?” Castiel was calmer.

“Knife me. Smite me. Throw me into the freakin sun, whatever. And don’t let my brother or him get in the way, because they’ll try. I can’t go down that road again, man. I can’t be that thing again.”

Liam shook his head in disbelief. “I thought we were trying to stay positive.”

Dean took his hand under the table. “I’m trying, okay? But you know me, I can’t help but keep thinking about the things I did. I tried to kill you. You’ve forgiven me because, well, you’re you. But I haven’t forgiven me. I’m trying like hell to keep it all under control, but I can’t have that happen again. I can’t put you through that.”

Sam came back when they were finished eating. “I think I might have a lead. They said at the group home that Claire was real tight with this Dustin kid who works at the Wiener Hut.”

“Then that’s where we should go,” Dean got up from the table, giving Liam a silent look to tell him not to say anything about what was discussed.

They went and stood outside the Wiener Hut, and when a kid matching Dustin’s description appeared wearing a uniform Sam approached him. “Dustin Tate?”

“Nah, man,” The kid tried to walk right by them.

“Oh really?” Sam put a hand on the kid’s chest to stop him.

“Yes, you are,” Castiel grabbed the kid by the neck and shoved him against the brick wall. “And you’re going to tell me where Claire Novak is.” He raised the young man off the ground and Dustin started gasping and choking.

“I’d do what he says,” Dean warned him.

“Okay!” Dustin gave in. Castiel lowered him back to the ground and he told them all about how Claire was sent to rob a convenience store. They rushed off to stop her.

Castiel went inside himself to stop her while the others waited by the car. They came out after a few minutes. Claire took off her black hood and started off down the street. “Claire, wait!” Castiel called after her.

“Screw you!” she cried back.

“Whoa, hey, Miley Cyrus. Settle,” Dean got in her way.

“Eat me, Hasselhoff,” she growled at him.

“Claire, hold on a second. Look, my name’s-” Sam tried to be diplomatic.

“Sam. And you’re Dean, and you’re Liam. We’ve met, remember?”

“We have?” Liam was suddenly confused.

Dean put a hand on his arm. “Yeah, when you had a lot of time go missing.”

“Oh...” Liam got a sad look and leaned against the car.

“Claire. You were going to rob that convenience store,” Castiel tried to get her attention.

“So?” she was flippant about it.

“It’s wrong!”

“You want to talk to me about wrong? You killed my dad. Is that wrong enough for you?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Really? Because without you he’d still be here. And my mom would still be around.”

“Claire, I-” He took a step toward her, but she pulled the revolver out of her pocket and aimed it at him.

“Don’t!”

“That won’t hurt me.”

“Fine,” she turned and pointed it at Sam.

“Hold on a second,” Sam took a step back.

“Why? Like you don’t have it coming? You stood there while this monster took my dad.” She then put the gun down and turned back to Castiel. “I used to pray to you, Castiel. Every night. I would beg you to bring him home safe.”

“I know,” Castiel looked remorseful.

“You know. My father was a good man. In what messed up world does he have to die and you get to live?”

“I’m sorry.”

“No. You feel guilty. There’s a difference.”

“So what? Now you run back to Randy? The guy you steal for?” Sam asked.

“How do you know about that?”

“Dustin,” Dean answered.

“Claire, that man is using you,” Castiel tried to get her to see what was going on.

“He was there for me. When things got bad, and they got real damn bad, he was there when no one else was. He’s my family. And you’re just … you can go to hell,” Claire stormed off.

“You okay?” Dean asked Liam.

“You want the truth, or a lie?”

“The truth would be awesome.”

“You don’t always give me the truth, but whatever. No, I’m not fine.”

Dean wrapped an arm around him. “Hey, you haven’t had one of those blackouts in a while. I know when they were happening a lot it freaked you out bad, but now I’m the one with the problem.”

“I’m sorry,” Castiel said again. “I didn’t mean to stir up bad memories.”

“It’s okay,” Dean assured him. “Nothing we can’t handle. Why don’t we just go get a drink? It’s been a tough night.”

They found a nearby bar and Dean ordered them some shots. Sam looked over to Castiel who was really quiet. “Cas, don’t beat yourself up, man. Claire was-”

“Right. She was right. Who am I to tell her how to live her life?” Castiel shook his head.

“Well, somebody needs to,” Dean commented. “It’s not like we’re talking about Mother Teresa here. The girl just about knocked over a Gas n Sip. She’s got issues.”

“Because of me.”

“Well, you are wearing her old man’s meat suit. Probably didn’t help.”

“I thought I could make it up to her.”

“I don’t think you can,” Sam offered his two cents. “I mean, Jimmy was her father, and to some people, that’s … That’s everything, you know?”

“No, I don’t. I never knew my father. He was distant, to say the least.”

“Better than mine,” Liam downed another shot of whiskey and almost fell off the stool.

Dean caught him. “You’re cut off, lightweight. Don’t need you injured.

“I’m fine,” Liam grumbled.

“What about you? Did you love your father?” Castiel asked Dean.

“With everything I had,” Dean answered.

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “I mean, it wasn’t always easy, but yeah.”

Dean nodded. “I mean, look. John Winchester’s not going to win any Number One Dad awards, you know? But you know… damn if he wasn’t there when we needed him.”

“Tell him about that time in New York,” Sam urged.

“Oh yeah. So, uh … We were working this haunting in Long Island, and me and Sam begged the old man to let us go to the city for once.”

Sam got a little smile on his face thinking about it. “He had this thing about New York, right? Too big, too loud, too dirty.”

“Yeah, and he hated the Yankees. Somehow we convince him to let us go. So we all go. We all, you know, see all the sights, and uh, ride the subway, eat too much pizza. The whole nine. Well, by about midnight, Sam and Dad are zonked, and I figure screw it. I’m going to CBGB.”

“He was way underage at the time,” Sam added.

“So I get there. I sneak in, and it is nuts. I mean, people are drinking and they’re smoking and they’re snorting whatever. There’s a five hundred pound guy on stage with a Mohawk just screaming. And, uh, my mind is blown. I don’t even know what to do. Then this girl walks up and she says “Hey, why don’t you come over and sit down with me and my friends at our table?” All right!”

“Yeah, and they get him drunk. First time.”

“But not fun drunk. I’m not quite sure what was in that stuff, but the room starts to spin, and I feel like I’m going to puke forever. And right about that time, I hear him. Dean Winchester! My old man. I don’t know how, but he found me. And now I’m really freaking out because he’s just standing there, not saying anything. I look around, and everybody else is freaking out, too. In fact, nobody’s even looking him in the eye. And finally, this one guy with, like, a safety pin through his nose and a Kill Everything tattoo looks up and he says, “Sorry, sir.””

“He saved you,” Castiel understood the point of the story.

“Yeah, and you know what he got for that? Me whining about how much he embarrassed me. Me telling him that I hated him. But then he stopped and turned around and he looked at me and he said, “Son, you don’t like me? That’s fine. It’s not my job to be liked.””

“It’s my job to raise you right,” Sam imitated their dad.

“Yeah. And he did,” Dean knocked back another shot.

“The closest thing I had to a dad was my brother,” Liam said looking kind of sad. “I’ve told you guys about some of the hell I raised. And Evan was the one always chasing after me, doing his best to keep me out of trouble.”

“Do you think Claire is in trouble?” Castiel wondered.

Dean nodded. “She’s hanging out with a guy named Randy. She’s in trouble.”

“We have to do something,” Castiel got a determined look on his face. “I may not actually be her father, but...”

Dean put a hand on his shoulder. “Let me ask you this. Why do you suddenly care so much?”

“I’ve changed since the last time I saw Claire. And I don’t want to get too much into it, but recent events brought to my attention the fact that it’s not just the humans whose bodies we take over that are affected by it.”

Dean gave a little nod. “Okay, then let’s find her. Don’t expect any miracles, but we can try.”

Sam was able to track Randy down on his laptop because that’s where they figured Claire would go. They busted in the door with guns drawn, and Randy was tied to a chair surrounded by a few guys. “Back it up,” Dean warned.

“Where’s the girl?” Castiel demanded.

Randy’s eyes looked upward and they heard Claire scream from an upstairs bedroom. Castiel raced to her aid, coming back down with her a few minutes later. “Randy,” she looked betrayed as she just stared at him.

“Get her out of here,” Dean motioned to the door.

“Yeah, go,” Sam seconded.

Liam followed Castiel out to the car with Claire, and Sam wasn’t far behind. The angel helped her into the backseat. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she sniffed and pulled Castiel in for a hug.

“Didn’t Dean come out with us?” Liam asked when he noticed his husband’s absence with a worried expression.

They heard shouting and ran back into the house. Claire screamed when they were greeted with the sight of Dean on his knees, covered in blood and surrounded by the bodies of everyone else who had been in the room. “Dean?” Sam was shocked. He knelt in front of his brother and took his face in his hands. “Tell me you had to do this.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Dean mumbled, seemingly in a little bit of shock.

“No. Tell me it was them or you!” Sam shouted.

Liam started backing out of the house shaking his head. “Please don’t,” Dean practically begged.

“What, and be next?” Liam shot back angrily.

“No,” a tear formed in the corner of Dean’s eye. “I couldn’t hurt you. They attacked me.” He got to his feet.

“This is how it started before, and I’m not-”

“I need you,” Dean interrupted.

Sam put a hand on Liam’s shoulder. “Let’s not make any decisions right now. Let’s just go back to the bunker, okay?”

“Okay,” Liam nodded.
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