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Hunting Humanity	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1867 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Liam knew full well he hadn’t gone anywhere near that parking garage or that nurse. All he could hope for was that Sam would be able to figure that out. With a deep sigh he put his head in his hands. What if there was another vampire lurking about and it did look like it was him? How was he going to get out of this? One hunter he could take easily, he'd done it many times; more times than he wanted them to know. Dean was out of commission, but that still left Sam and Bobby. The wheels in his head continued to frantically turn while they waited. Maybe if he could take a hostage... Their weakness was their love for each other. That much he'd learned quickly. His heel started tapping nervously on the floor. His whole future rested on how well Sam could investigate. These two were supposed to be the best, but at that moment he found it only a small comfort.

“You look nervous,” Dean commented, his arms crossed while they waited.

“Well, yeah...” Liam snapped back. “Any minute now Sam could come back and tell you I did it when I didn’t and you’ll all try to kill an innocent party. Wouldn’t that make you nervous?”

Dean gave a little chuckle. “We’ll see. Believe me, if you really didn’t do it, Sam will figure that out. I guess we owe you that much to make sure you’re actually guilty before we separate that pretty head from those shoulders.”

Liam sighed and stared out the door waiting for the verdict. After what seemed like an eternity Sam returned. “I don’t think he did it,” Sam announced. “Not unless this particular vampire likes to rip out the entire throat, which I doubt. That, and this...” he held out the pen that was in his hand. “Black residue, and smell...” Sam pushed the tip of the pen toward Liam so he could take a whiff, but the vampire could smell it from a foot away. He pushed Sam’s hand back, his nose wrinkled at the stench that his senses had been assaulted with only the day before. “I think it was a hell hound,” Sam said, and a frigid chill swept through the room that was felt by all four men.

“Now what would a hell hound be doing in a hospital?” Dean wondered out loud. His eyes settled on Liam. “You, you took a walk on the wild side, and you keep claiming you want to be helpful. Spill.”

The gears in Liam’s brain tried to switch from survivor mode back to hunter mode. “Well, we know spirits seem to be trapped here. Like I told you, I found four. Three of them just bit my head off when I tried to question them, but Megan, the little girl who was in the car crash, she talked. She said she was the first, there were no other spirits here before her. Exactly how long she’s been here, she doesn’t know, but it’s been a while. From what she described when she came in, I’d say a reaper came for her. It scared her quite a bit, but before it could take her wherever reapers take peoples’ spirits, it just disappeared.” That in of itself was very strange. Even if he hadn’t been a hunter’s assistant for eleven years, that was enough to make him scratch his head. “She said her mother is here most of the time, except she disappears every so often.” A red headed woman walked past wearing gray slacks and a light blue t-shirt looking very frazzled. “That’s her.”

Dean sighed deeply and looked off to the vacant corner of the room, his eyes deep and thought. “A reaper came for her, and then was just gone?”

“Pretty much,” Liam nodded. “That’s all she knows. She saw the doctor talking to her mother, and her mother got upset and left. While she was gone Megan flat lined and the reaper came. Then poof, it was gone, and her heart miraculously restarted. Personally, I think the mother may have had something to do with whatever is going on here. The dead nurse, the blood, it could be some kind of tribute.”

“Makes sense,” Dean nodded in agreement. "Alright. Liam, you've talked to the spirit of the girl. I think it's time we talk to the mom and find out exactly when the heart was started back up. Sam, we need some protection against hell hounds."

"Devil's shoestring, on it." Sam agreed, leaving the room before his brother was finished giving out orders.

"Why don't I go find out if any other similar deaths have happened in the last few months?" Liam suggested. He didn't wait for confirmation before getting up to leave.

“Here we go...” he heard Dean sigh as he left.

The security office was on the second floor of the hospital, and there was quite a commotion given what had just happened. Liam hoped he could do this without anyone asking too many questions. The fake badge was still in his pocket, but as was his concern earlier, the picture was of Dean and not him. He flagged a security officer down. “Hey, you got a minute?”

“Uh, yeah,” the dark haired man nodded. “You’re one of those FBI guys that’s here for that guy who was brought in after an animal attack, right?”

“Yep, that’s me,” Liam confirmed. “Agent Emerson,” he gave a name. “What can you tell me about the event in the parking garage a little while ago?”

“Oh, that? Another animal attack it looks like. Why’s the FBI interested in an animal attack?” the man looked at him funny. “Think it’s the same one that got your guy or something?”

“That’s the thing, we’re not really sure it’s just an animal attack,” Liam explained. “I mean, obviously the damage was done by an animal, but we have a hunch that a person may be behind it.”

“Really?” the guard raised an eyebrow.

“Really. It’s just a rudimentary hunch, but you know, we at the FBI take all crimes very seriously. Hell, this may just be a wild goose chase, and as the junior agent, I got elected to chase the geese so to speak.”

“Ah, I know how that goes,” the guard gave him a sympathetic smile. “I was hazed quite a bit when I was first hired last year. How long you been on the job?”

“Only a month,” Liam answered without pause. He knew he looked young, probably because he was only twenty years old when he was changed. Basically he was frozen in time. “But um, back to the situation at hand, you got security cameras down there?”

“Yeah, of course we do, but the footage won’t be of much use.”

“Why not?” Liam asked, tilting his head to the side a little.

“Because it doesn’t show the attack. The camera failed just before it happened.”

“See, now that’s a little weird. Can you show me what footage you do have?”

“Sure, I guess, if you think it’ll help,” the guard shrugged.

“Yeah, well, if I don’t turn over every stone the boss will give me hell.”

“Don’t I know it,” the guard chuckled. “My boss is the same way.”

He motioned for Liam to follow him into the little office. There was a long desk along the wall with two very outdated looking computers on it. On the screen in the corner was what looked to be a live feed that kept changing screens every few seconds, apparently bouncing between different cameras. The guard sat in a computer chair and rolled to the one nearer the door, typing on the dingy keyboard. Liam stood behind him, leaning over to see better and resting one hand on the desk beside the keyboard. A video of the parking garage popped up. Liam watched as it showed the nurse walking past. Suddenly she stopped, looking off to her right as if she’d suddenly heard something that drew her attention. Then there was nothing but static. The guard punched another few keys and fast forwarded the footage until there was a picture again, a little over six minutes later. There was the nurse lying on the ground just as she was found. “See,” the guard said and closed out the window. “It doesn’t show anything.”

“And you don’t find that a little odd?” Liam asked, straightening up.

“Well, yeah, I guess, but...” the guard paused a moment. “Hang on, you think something or someone knocked the camera out?”

“That’s exactly what I think,” Liam sighed. “It’s the only thing that really makes sense at the moment.” It boggled his mind the way the average human just glossed over and didn’t think much about the weird shit they witnessed. Of course, he had to admit that he’d been the same way as human. He guessed ignorance truly was bliss. “Have there been any other attacks like this one?”

“Hold on,” the guard said and began typing away again. The guy looked rather shaken up now that his eyes were opened to the possibility that something bigger was behind the tragedy. “As a matter of fact...” his eyes scanned the data popping up on the screen. “A church pastor was killed the same way exactly a month ago, and a police officer was killed in the same manner exactly two months ago.” He looked up to Liam, horror written in his eyes at the discovery. “You... think the deaths are related?”

“Very well could be. Was there any camera footage of the other two attacks?”

The guard shook his head. “The notes in the files say the same thing. The cameras went out just before the attacks, and came back on several minutes later. What are you going to do now?”

“For now, lots of paperwork,” Liam answered, putting a hand on the guards shoulder in a comforting manner. He looked like he needed it. “You know how the FBI loves its paperwork. Just connecting the deaths, it doesn’t really give us much to go on, best rest assured, we’re on it. I’ll write up my report and give it to my boss. Then he’ll send it to a bunch of geeks in a big room with lots of fancy computers and they’ll dig as long as they have to.” He wasn’t sure that was how it all really worked, but anything sounded credible when you sounded like you believed it. “Thanks for the help. If there are any more questions, someone will be in touch.”

“Yeah, anytime.”

Liam made his way back up to the ICU to share what he’d found. It was just as he’d thought. “Welcome back,” Dean greeted him in an irritated tone. “So glad you decided to join us again.”

Sam handed him a beat up leather pouch on a string. The other three men were wearing ones just like it around their necks. “Devil’s shoestring,” Sam explained. “It’s supposed to hide you from a hell hound’s sight. Don’t know if they can sense out vampires, but-”

“It never hurts to err on the side of caution,” Liam finished the sentence, putting the offered pouch around his neck. “Now, let me tell you what I’ve found.” He recounted his little adventure in the security office. “What do you want to bet that Megan came in exactly two months ago?” he said when he finished.

The hunters sat and let the information sink in. “Sammy, get me my clothes,” Dean ordered. “We’ve got some serious hunting to do.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Liam asked. "You need to heal. I know you probably don't want to sit this out but..." There he was acting concerned again. He couldn't help it, it was in his nature.

“I’ll be fine,” Dean insisted gruffly as Sam fetched him some clean clothes as instructed.

“At least let me get that IV out of you,” Liam sighed. “You can’t just rip those out you know.”

“Fine, whatever! Just hurry the hell up!” Dean barked, clearly eager to get on the trail of whatever the hell was happening.

Liam only shook his head as he started searching through the drawers for gauze, gloves, and tape. Oh yeah, Dean was a hardcore hunter. That much was evident. While the man should be resting and healing up, he was hellbent on hunting. Liam found what he needed and slipped the latex gloves on his hands. He removed the IV from Dean’s arm with ease in only a few seconds. “You look like you’ve done that before,” Sam observed.

Liam gave a little laugh. “Yeah, well, I’ve lived a lot of lives.”

Dean got out of the bed, his features wincing as he moved, causing Liam to sigh and shake his head. It was Jason all over again. Dean took the clothes Sam retrieved into the bathroom to change. Liam couldn’t help but glance over at the flash of the man’s bare ass. It was very nice. Hopefully the other two didn’t notice his transgression, and from the lack of a reaction, it didn’t appear that they did.

Liam moved over toward the glass wall and stared out. The ICU ward seemed so peaceful. It was hard to believe that something sinister was happening in such a place. Then again, true evil did like to put up an innocuous facade. He glanced over to Megan’s room. Her mother was in the doorway talking to a doctor, and it looked like a rather heated discussion. He watched curiously, and could swear he saw a flash of red in the doctor’s eyes. “Am I the only one who saw that?” he wondered out loud.

“No, you’re not,” Bobby admitted. “The Doc is the demon.” He took a shotgun out of his bag, and when the demon doctor left the ward Bobby was on his tail. Sam was right behind him.

Dean sat on the edge of the bed to put his boots on. “They’re about to capture us a demon,” he said to Liam. “Then the real fun begins.”

"Exactly how are they going to catch him in broad daylight in a busy hospital?" Liam turned to Dean and before he could blink his arm was wrenched behind him and the tip of a gun was placed to his back.

"Remember me?" a black eyed orderly said with a smirk while gripping him tightly.

"No, can't say as I do," Liam answered calmly, wondering what the hell was going on and what he was going to do. He couldn't be sure the hunters were going to be much help to him.

"You and that... Walker... you tortured me before sending me back to hell."

Liam gave a little laugh. "You're gonna have to narrow it down a little, sweetheart."

His shoulder was pulled back painfully and the gun was pressed harder into his back. "Doesn't matter. I remember you, you still reek of soul. Now I work for the boss, and you and your friends are gonna pack your shit and get the hell out of here while you can."

"If you remember me you should know that gun isn't going to do you much good where it's pointed."

"Silver bullets," the demon whispered into his ear. "Won't kill you, no, but they'll do a shitload of damage, won't they?"

Liam couldn’t help but panic a little. Silver was a real bitch. The pure metal burned pretty much anything ‘evil’. It was handy to have around as a hunter. As a vampire, not so much. Yeah, silver bullets would hurt him much more than an ordinary one.

"Shoot him." Dean taunted, slowly and carefully stepping out of the room mimicking the movements of the demon that held the vampire. "He's just a vampire, what do I care?"

What the hell was Dean playing at? Liam couldn’t tell if the guy was serious, or planning something. That bothered him just a little. The demon laughed, "It's hilarious how stupid you are, Dean. Don't you get it? He's our fifth soul, and you brought him right to us. And what a soul it is!" He laughed again and pulled the trigger right as Dean pulled his, the salt and iron hitting the demon in the forehead. It didn't kill the demon, but it made him run like hell.

It seemed Dean was quick, but not quick enough. Liam felt the bullet enter and go most of the way through him. With a loud cry he fell to the floor, rolling around in agony. The commotion drew tons of attention and a nurse rushed over. "Sir, are you all right?" she asked in a worried tone, kneeling down beside him.

"Fine," he squeaked. Really, he was far from fine, but there was nothing the medical staff could do for him.

"But... you're bleeding," she looked confused. Blood leaked out of the bullet wound onto the floor.

"Just a scratch," he assured her, trying to sit up but not having much luck. The pain was seriously intense as the metal burned him from the inside out. "I refuse all medical treatment."

"All right, Sir, but you'll have to sign a waiver."

"That's fine," he nodded. Security moved in to try and take Dean, but Liam waved them down. "No, it was the orderly. He saved me.”

The nurse left his side just long enough to get the paper work and bring it back. Liam managed to sit up long enough to scribble down a fake name. Then he curled into a whimpering ball, looking to Dean to help get t he bullet out of him. It needed to come out sooner rather than later.

Dean looked torn, but ultimately left him lying there. It just figured. The nurse tried to help him again, but he warned her to stay away. He didn't need them trying to take his vitals and not finding any. Being a vampire really sucked. He supposed it could be worse. A squishy human would've needed rushed off to surgery and probably not survived. He was pretty sure, from the way it felt like a knife sticking him every time he inhaled, that the bullet was in his lung.

When the hunters came back the worried nurse ran up to Sam. "Sir, I think your partner's been shot, but he... he won't let us..." She pointed to the room where Liam still lay very still and not breathing. "I think he might be..." With the silver poisoning Liam had done to himself earlier, and now this, he was weak. His eyes fell closed and he slipped into unconsciousness from the pain.

Sam rushed to Liam’s side, leaving his brother and Bobby to deal with the rest of the chaos. He dug their first aid kit out of his bag to yet again remove a bullet from the vampire. There never seemed to be a shortage of bullets.

Dean turned to Bobby. “Before it hauled ass back to hell, the demon said it needed five trapped souls to bring its boss up from the pit. How do we stop it from just coming back and finishing the job?”

“Move the souls on,” Bobby replied as if it were a simple answer.

Dean shook his head. “We can’t just go pulling everyone’s plug.”

"You can stop my Megan’s." A meek tearful voice from behind Dean was like the proverbial pin dropping and it stopped all arguing for the moment. Dean and Bobby both turned to see the frazzled mother of the little girl.

"Ma'am....For your own safety...." Dean started.

“Don’t!” she sniffed. “Don’t treat me like I’m stupid... or innocent... All of this is my fault! Yeah, I have an idea what’s going on. I brought that thing here to save my daughter. I thought I was doing what was best, but... And now your friend...” She looked over to where Sam knelt by Liam. “I just couldn’t let my daughter go. But now I understand she’s not supposed to be here, and I’m ready to say goodbye. I just want this to end, and if pulling the plug on my daughter will do that, then...”

“Did you set up any kind of altar?” Dean asked her.

She nodded. “It’s in a maintenance closet that they don’t use.”

“Okay, first you’ll have to go destroy that,” he instructed. “Taking her off the machines won’t do any good if the altar is still set up. Hurry, before that damn demon comes back and tries to stop you.”

She nodded and rushed out of the ward. Bobby followed just to make sure nothing happened to her and the job was done properly. Dean headed over to the room to check on Liam while they waited. “Is he still with us?”

“I don’t know,” Sam sighed. “He isn’t moving, he isn’t breathing... I think he’s just passed out, but I don’t know that much about vampires. I got the bullet out, but the wound, it looks all...”

“Nobody knows much about vampires. His head is still attached, he’ll probably be fine.” Dean looked around the ICU. The nurses were all watching them and talking amongst themselves. He hated it when they drew that much attention. They always tried to keep things quiet and hidden from public view, but times like these, well, that wasn’t really possible.

The mother and Bobby came back several minutes later. “It’s done,” she said with a sob and turned to a nurse. “Now take my baby off those machines.”

The nurses didn’t really seem to fully understand what was going on, and they were understandably a little scared, but one of them dug through a drawer and pulled out a paper and pinned it to a clip board, handing it to the mother. “You’ll have to fill this out.” She filled it out as quickly as she could, handing it back. It was filed in the proper place and one of the nurses moved to do as requested and turn the machines off.

“No!” screeched another nurse, lunging forward to grab the mother and held a knife to her throat. "We had a deal, bitch! Move and she's dead!"

The mother didn't even struggle against the black eyed nurse who held the knife to her throat. She gulped against the blade. "I thought....I thought it would save my daughter. Really save her. I didn't think it meant....”

“Turn the machines off!” Dean barked the order at the nurse who had been about to do so. Of course he would do what he could to save the woman, but ending this thing, that was the priority. Like the woman said herself, she wasn’t exactly innocent in all this.

Bobby’s shotgun was aimed at the possessed nurse’s head. He was good, but not quite good enough. Before he could get the shot off, the demon nurse plunged the blade deep into the mother's throat opening the jugular and giving the poor woman no chance of survival. She tossed her body onto the floor as if she were nothing more than a piece of meat. She roared and lunged at the hunters.

Dean fired off an iron round and Bobby splashed her with holy water to provide cover to the nurse who had run to follow the order in a panicked state. The lights flickered and the wind kicked up like a storm was about to break out at any moment.

Liam had been watching the entire scene in spirit form. It worried him a little because he didn’t know if it just had something to do with the hospital and the cloud that hung over it from the demonic activity, or if he was actually dead. Either way he’d felt rather helpless as the whole thing went down, but then he realized he wasn’t. He rushed over to the demon nurse, and with every last ounce of energy he could muster, he charged and threw her hard against the wall. She writhed and screamed as he kept her pinned.

The little girl was watching from her room, looking rather terrified. After the machines were successfully turned off her vitals went flat. A reaper came and hovered over her body, which only seemed to scare her more. “It’s okay, go with it,” Liam urged and gave her a reassuring smile which seemed to pacify her.

The mother was over by her body and was approached by another reaper. She welcomed it with relief on her features. It was finally over.

"Damn vampire with a filthy soul!" the nurse spat and tried in vain to get free. "At least you're finally dead!" she laughed.

No, demons lie. He couldn't be dead. With his fingernail he carved a symbol in her arm that made her scream, writhe, and smoke. She instantly smoked out, leaving the nurse's body go limp. Liam lowered her to the ground, checking her for signs of life. She was breathing, and would probably be all right. He looked to Dean, then over to his limp body on the floor. He saw something black move up the side of his neck and disappear. His body was doing something, hopefully healing.

As soon as the spirits were gone and the demon had smoked out, the howling wind died down. Dean looked around and everything seemed mostly normal again. The nurses were all staring at them, but there wasn’t a demon or hell hound in sight. The hunters took a moment to breathe a sigh of relief, but then Dean turned his attention back to Liam, whose body was still motionless on the floor.

He moved to kneel next to his brother on the floor by the vampire. "If you die on me dammit....I'll summon your ass and hold you here!" the hunter threatened angrily, smacking his face rather hard trying to wake him.

"Dean...Stop." Sam told his brother, grabbing his wrist to keep his brother from injuring the fallen vampire. “I think the demon was right. I think he’s dead.”

"No....Not after all he put us through. Nah. He's not dying on us now," the older Winchester said defiantly.

Liam watched as his face was smacked. That wasn't going to do any good. If anything was going to bring him back, it was time. He smacked the back of Dean's head for smacking him, causing the hunter to sit up straight at the cold sensation. It was touching that the hunters, at least Sam and Dean, seemed to care. But how could he tell if he really was dead? The reapers weren't coming after him. That was a good sign, wasn’t it? Then after a few minutes had passed, he felt that pulling sensation again. His eyes snapped open, taking a deep breath and wincing when it felt like an ice pick was jammed down his throat into his chest. "Fresh blood," he croaked, more of a demand than a request.

The hunters were about to protest that idea when a voice came from the door. “I’ll donate.” It was the nurse who had tried to help him before. In her hands was a large red cooler with a bio hazard sticker on it. "I... I brought this for you," she set it down by him. "I didn't know what type you like, so I put in a little of everything. You... you're really a vampire, with a soul?"

He nodded. "The vampire part is true enough, and the soul, that's what everyone's been telling me today."

"That is so cool." She reached out like a person attempting to pet a strange dog and put her fingers in his mouth. He let her explore and she pulled back quickly when she found his fangs. "Oh, so that's how that works..."

Dean winced, "Dude, did we just see a person feel up a vampire?" He asked Sam.

Sam scoffed, "No,Dean. Is everything porn with you?"

Dean shrugged and shook his head. "Not everything."

Bobby walked over and squatted in front of them, leaning on the butt of his shotgun. "As soon as you're able to move. I think it's best we do. I'm willing to bet that someone heard those shots."

The nurse was looking at Liam like he was some museum statue or an animal at a zoo. "What's your name?" Liam asked, taking her hand.

"Trista," she answered, looking slightly nervous.

"Trista, I'm going to tell you this now, I'm the only one of my kind that's relatively harmless. You don't want to meet another one. I'm really weird." That caused her to laugh a little and relax. "And yeah, don't mean to eat and run, but we gotta go." The hunters didn't seem to be protesting a willing donor, so he took her arm and turned it to expose the veins on the underside. "This is gonna hurt a little, that can't be helped."

He put his mouth on her arm and let his fangs slip out to pierce her flesh. She gasped, but didn't pull back. Her heart started pounding, and Liam payed close attention to it. He couldn't help the soft pleasurable moan that escaped his throat as the warm blood oozed out and filled his mouth. Bobby and Sam watched him carefully, as if they were looking for proof that he was what he claimed to be. Dean, however, had to look away. Liam drank until the strain seemed too much on her system and he pulled back.

"Much better," he sighed. The pain in his chest had eased some, but since he was wounded by silver it was going to take a while to heal fully. "Thank you, Trista."

"You're welcome," she said as she examined her bleeding arm. She seemed more fascinated than horrified. "You guys, I don't really understand what you did, but I know it was something good."

"Get that bandaged up," Liam gave her a small smile before he got to his feet and grabbed his bag. "And don't..."

"Tell anyone," she smiled back. "I know. No one would believe me anyway."

Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out a fake business card with his cell number on it. "Trista, if anything ever happens again that you can't explain, give me a call." Dean said gently, laying the card in her hand.

Trista gave a slight smile, "I will. Thank you."

Sam and Bobby each had their own bags on their shoulders as they joined Dean. "We better get out of here. The cavalry won't be too far off," Sam said with a nod, having a feeling that someone in the hospital had probably let the authorities know about the flurry of gun shots.

"Thank you, again, for everything," Liam gave Trista a little kiss on the cheek before picking up the cooler she'd brought him and following the hunters out. He was still in quite a bit of pain, but he would pull through. Actually, he was more worried about Dean since the guy hadn't really had a chance to fully heal. This was probably their lives though, admittedly never dull. When they got back to the car he tossed his bag and the cooler in the back before climbing in himself. Of course, since it was daylight outside, he had to hide under the blanket again. "Oh, yeah," he reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys, holding them up for whoever to grab them. "I wanna drive sometime, you know, when it's dark." He didn't really know how to drive, but how hard could it be?

Dean turned sharply and snatched the keys out of the vampire's hand. "Over my dead body," he snapped, all but stomping to the trunk. The hunter shook his head and popped the lid propping it open with the sawed off. With a heavy breath, he restocked his bag and slammed the trunk lid down.

"Thanks for your help Bobby," Sam said holding out his hand.

The older hunter took his hand and brought the younger man in for an embrace. "It was nothing. You need me again, call ya hear? Oh, and as far as your... problem..." he motioned to Liam’s form in the back. “I have a contact in Memphis, Tennessee that might be able to help. He’s a professor that deals with lore like that.” He pulled a spare scrap of paper out of his pocket and wrote down the address for them, handing the paper to Sam. Then with a cheesy grin and a twinkle in his eyes, he headed off to his beat up old van.

"Let's get the hell out of here before someone throws our asses in jail," Dean muttered grimly, opening the driver's side door of his beloved Impala. He settled into the driver's seat and roared the engine to life. "I could sleep for a week."

Liam did his best to get comfortable, listening to the sound of the engine. Despite the pain he soon fell asleep. He was comfortable enough around these hunters to relax some. It was still going to take some time for them to get totally comfortable with each other, but at least some progress was being made.
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