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Hunting Humanity III	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1200 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dean helped Liam into the house a week later. “What exactly happened again?” Liam asked. “The last thing I remember is that demon coming in, then I woke up by myself in the hospital with a breathing tube down my throat.”

“Our angel friend possessed you to fight Alastair off,” Dean told him.

“Why would he do that?”

“I don’t know,” Dean sighed and shrugged. “I guess he felt like if you passed out in his presence again your life would be in danger.”

“So, he turned me into a human pinata instead? The doctors thought I got hit by a train. It felt like I got hit by a train. I repeat, what the hell did I ever do to him?”

Dean lowered him onto the couch. “You didn’t do anything, Babe. I’m sure our friend did what he thought was best at the time. Alastair is like the CEO of hell, one bad mother, and the priority was getting Anna out of there.”

“And she was a fallen angel?”

“Yes, she was, but our friend got her angel juice back for her and she’s an angel again. Now quit with the questions and rest up.”

Natalie came in with a big bag full of burgers. “Not only did I not feel like cooking tonight, I had a sudden craving for mushroom swiss burgers.”

“Oh, those are good,” Liam held out a hand.

“Yes, they are,” Natalie smiled as she handed him one. “Sam, the sodas are out in the car, can you go get them?”

“Sure,” Sam nodded and went to fetch them.

The next morning they were having breakfast, and Dean ate with an arm around Liam. Liam looked at him funny. “Not that I mind, but you’ve been very clingy since you came to get me in the hospital.”

Dean sighed and put his head on Liam’s shoulder. “I didn’t go into detail with you like I did Sam and our friend, but I told you a little about what happened in hell. Like you when you were sick, I need cuddled. I never thought I would have someone to do that for me, but now that I do, I find comfort in it.”

“Okay,” Liam nodded and rubbed his back. “Since the TV is still in our room, why don’t we go up there after breakfast and just cuddle all day and watch movies?”

“Sounds good,” Dean nodded.

A month passed and they didn’t leave for anywhere. Liam was healing and Dean decided he didn’t want to leave his mate. Sam didn’t complain of course. He came down one morning and knelt to kiss and rub Natalie’s growing stomach. “Good morning, baby,” he smiled. “What?” he looked back at everyone staring at him. “Don’t look at me like that. All the books and everything say he can hear us.”

Natalie chuckled. “He certainly becomes active every time you talk to him. I think he likes your voice. Oh, and Liam, I’ve been borrowing your phone to play him music. I try to stick to calm and soothing stuff, but a Disturbed song came on and I think he really liked that too. I don’t know if that should worry me or not.”

“Disturbed is awesome,” Liam laughed. “Kid’s got good taste in music.”

“Yeah, well… Sam and I were talking names last night, and he wants to name the baby John after you guys’ dad.”

“That’s cool,” Dean gave a little smile.

“I thought so too,” Natalie smiled. “We just need a middle name.”

“I’ve always liked Matthew,” Liam suggested.

“You know what,” Natalie gave a little nod. “I do too. Any objections, Sam?”

“Nope,” Sam shook his head.

“Then it’s settled,” she put her hands on her stomach. “John Matthew Winchester. What do you think?” A small smile appeared on her face. “I think he likes it.”

“You don’t have to give him my last name,” Sam insisted. “I mean, we’re not married or anything, so...”

“But you are his father. Unless it’s that mechanic...” She laughed when Sam gave her an angry look. “I’m kidding! I am one hundred percent positive he’s yours.”

“Anyway,” Dean broke into the conversation. “I think as long as Liam doesn’t go taking another Alastair beating, he’s good to go back into the field, so I was looking for jobs. Stratton, Nebraska. Farm town. A man gets hacked to death in a locked room inside a locked house. No signs of forced entry.”

“Sounds like a ghost,” Liam nodded.

“Exactly,” Dean said. “Sounds like something we can handle.”

They packed up their things and said goodbye to Natalie and the baby. “You don’t feel like a lunatic talking to a bump in a woman’s belly?” Dean gave his brother a look as he pulled out of the driveway.

“Not at all,” Sam answered. “Dean, there’s a little person in there. A person who half his DNA came from me.”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Because it seems you had at least one sperm in you with a sense of direction.”

“Apparently,” Sam sighed. “One is all it takes. That’s how we all got here gentleman.”

“I know,” Dean nodded. “I don’t really like to think of mom and dad… you know… but I paid enough attention in Biology class to know how it works.”

“I just can’t picture my dad ever...” Liam shook his head.

“Well,” Dean glanced in the rear view mirror. “You’re sitting back there, so believe me, he did.”

They arrived at their destination the next morning. The quaint looking farmhouse had been cleaned up to look like a homeowner’s dream. “Boy, three bedrooms, two baths, and one homicide. This place is gonna sell like hotcakes.” Dean commented when they picked the lock and entered to look around.

They went into the kitchen and Dean noticed a spot on the wall that looked like it had been covered over. “Hey, check this out.” He banged on the wall and it made a hollow sound.

“It's probably a dumbwaiter,” Sam said. “All these old houses had them.”

They moved up to the bedrooms. “Well, no bloodstains, fresh coat of paint, it's a bunch of bubkes,” Dean sighed.

Sam pulled the EMF reader out and it was going crazy. “Power lines,” Liam pointed to them right outside the window.

“Great,” Sam shook his head and put the detector away.

Dean opened a closet and found a mutilated doll head on the floor. “Well, that's super disturbing.”

“Uh oh...” Liam looked out the window to see a car and a moving truck drive up.

“I thought you said this place was still for sale,” Dean looked to his brother.

“Apparently it's not,” Sam shrugged.

“What do we do now?” Liam asked. “If there’s a killer ghost on the loose we can’t let them move in.”

“Come on,” Dean motioned. “I’ll think of something.”

“Can I help you?” a man asked as they came out the front door.

“Hi. Are you the new owner?” Sam asked.

“Yeah. You guys are...?”

“We’re county code enforcement, Dean answered.

“We had the building inspected last week,” the guy looked confused. “Is there a problem?”

“Asbestos in the walls, a gas leak, yeah, I'd say we got a problem.” Sam said. “Until this house is up to code, it's uninhabitable.”

“Whoa. You're saying we can't stay here?” the guy was getting a little angry.

“Believe me when I say you really don’t want to,” Liam gave them a fake little smile. “Major health hazard.”

“Hold up,” another guy entered the conversation. “We just drove four hundred miles.”

“Sorry,” Dean gave them a sympathetic smile. “There's a motel just down the road. Till this gets cleaned up, I suggest you stay there.”

“Alright, and what if we don't?” the dad puffed up a little.

“Well, you get a fine or you go to jail. Pick your poison,” Dean threatened him.

“One night,” the dad sighed. “And I'll take care of everything, ASAP, I promise.”

“Another motel?” a teenage girl whined. “Awesome, Dad. I hope this one has hooker sheets, like the last one.”

Sam, Dean, and Liam went to interview the murdered man’s cleaning lady. All they really learned was that the man had a wife who died in childbirth, and a daughter who hung herself. Both had been cremated, so it really didn’t them much to go on.

They headed back to the house to give it another look and saw the vehicles back with lights on inside. “Crap. So, what now?” Dean groaned.

“We go in and find bloody corpses?” Liam shrugged.

“Well, hello Mr. Sunshine,” Dean glanced back at him.

“More like Mr. Practical.”

A few minutes later they heard a scream come from the house. They rushed toward the house and knocked on the door. “We heard screams. What's going on?” Dean asked when the door was opened.

“Oh, you three! Did you touch my daughter?” the dad asked angrily.

“What? No,” Dean shook his head.

“Who are you guys?” the dad asked.

Liam stepped forward. “When you bought this house did anyone bother to tell you the former owner was stabbed to death with the doors locked and no sign of forced entry?”

“What?” the dad’s eyes widened. “Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack. What?” he raised his arms to Sam and Dean’s looks. “We tried being nice and gentle, it didn’t work.” He turned back to the dad. “We are professional ghost hunters, and I would bet pretty much anything that what butchered the former owner now wants to do the same to your family.”

“Blunt much?” Dean shot him a look.

“Whatever gets the point across,” Liam sighed.

“It's the girl!” a little boy insisted.

Then the lights went out. “What the hell?” the guy looked around.

“Here we go,” Liam sighed.

“Nobody move!” Dean ordered.

A dog’s howl was heard. “Buster!” the dad called out and headed out the door. Sam, Dean, and Liam followed them. The words ‘too late’ were written on the side of the moving truck in blood.

Dean turned to the family. “We are not the bad guys, but you're in danger.”

“First thing's first. You got to get your family out of here,” Sam said.

“Head to the motel I was talking about. You'll be safe there,” Dean instructed as he headed to the car. “Oh, come on!” he cried out angrily when he found all the tires slashed.

Sam opened the trunk. “Dude, the guns are gone. So is the... Basically, everything is gone.”

“All our tires are slashed too,” the dad said.

“Peachy!” Liam grumbled. “We tried to be nice and warn you away, but y’all had to be fucking morons anyway and get us all killed! God, it’s like the human race wants to go extinct, I swear!”

“Chill, Babe,” Dean put a hand on Liam’s shoulder. “That is you in there, right?”

“Who else would it be? Sorry, this is just all so frustrating. I get this feeling like I’m slamming my head against a brick wall in futility.”

The teenage girl suddenly screamed and pointed toward the woods. “She's there!”

“What's a ghost doing outside?” Dean looked confused.

“You want to stay and find out?” Sam looked at his brother. “Everybody inside.”

“Are you crazy?” the guy cried. “We need to get the hell out of here!”

“In what?” Dean motioned to the vehicles with slashed tires. “This ghost is hunting us! Everybody back inside now! Move!”

Dean grabbed salt out of their kitchen and made a giant half circle up against the wall. “Whatever's outside, it can't get in this circle. As long as the salt line is unbroken, this is the safest place to be,” he assured them.

“Safe from ghosts?” the dad looked skeptical.

“Ghost Hunting 101,” Liam shot him a dead serious look.

“Okay,” the dad shook his head. “I'm not listening to this anymore. Come on. I got to get my family out of here. Let's go.”

“Sir, please. This is what we do. Just trust us,” Sam pleaded.

“You really hunt ghosts?” the boy asked them, looking impressed.

“That's right,” Dean nodded.

“You saw her outside, right?” Sam asked the teenager. “Okay. Does she look like either one of the girls?” Sam showed her pictures they had gotten from the housekeeper.

“Her,” the girl pointed to the daughter. “She was paler and a lot dirtier, but that was her.”

“That's the girl in the walls,” the boy said.

“That girl in the picture, she's dead?” the mother looked horrified.

“She killed herself inside this house,” Liam explained.

“So, what,” Dean sighed. “The maid got her story wrong? Rebecca wasn't cremated?”

“Unless her spirit's just attached to something inside the house,” Sam suggested.

“She hung herself in the attic, right?” Dean said.

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “You guys want to babysit? I'll check it out.”

Sam left them and they all waited. Suddenly there was a creaking sound. “What was that?” the girl asked, looking around.

The spirit emerged from the closet and started heading right for them. “All right, everybody stay calm,” Dean instructed. “She's a ghost. She can't come in the circle.”

The girl kept coming, revealing a knife in her hand, and she stepped over the line. “I thought you said ghosts couldn't cross the circle,” the teenager said panicked.

Liam pulled his knife and like lightning struck her in the arm. The girl screamed and retreated into the closet. “Ghosts don’t bleed,” he held up the bloody knife.

Sam ran back down. “I heard a scream, everything all right?”

“Just fucking lovely,” Liam sighed.

“Sam, we’re not dealing with a spirit,” Dean told him. “This is a flesh and blood human.”

“So who is she, then?” Sam asked.

“I don't know,” Dean shrugged. “Maybe it's the daughter, Rebecca. Maybe she didn't hang herself.”

“Dude, no,” Sam shook his head. “She'd have to be like fifty years old by now.”

“Well, I don't know. What'd you find in the attic?” Dean asked.

“Some old junk,” Sam answered. “I found Rebecca's diary. That's about it.”

“Listen, we got to get this family safe,” Dean said. “I mean, it's just a human, so they can make a run for it. We just got to hold her off.”

“Danny! Ted! We got to go!” the dad called out.

“I'm good!” Ted came out of his hiding spot.

“Danny! Come on!” the mother yelled for her son.

“Danny, buddy, we got to go!” the dad called again.

“Head to town,” Sam instructed. “We'll take it from here, okay?”

“Brian, where’s Danny?” the mother looked scared.

“We will find Danny, I promise you,” the dad said reassuringly. “Take Kate and go now. Now, while you still have a chance.”

“Not without Danny,” the mother insisted.

“I am not going out there with Mom alone,” Kate shook her head.

“She's right,” Sam sighed. “Until we find your son, the safest place for you right now is in the shed.”

“I am not going in there either,” Kate said.

“Yes, you are,” Dean insisted. “It is the best defense. The windows are boarded up. It's got one door. It's our best shot right now. Trust me.”

“All right, you and me will take the outside,” Sam pointed to the dad. “You three take the house,” he said to Dean, Ted, and Liam. “Let's go.”

When everyone else left Dean went to the closet and started poking at the walls. “What are you doing?” Ted asked.

“She's human. She had to come from somewhere,” Dean answered.

Dean found a loose board and pulled it open. They all recoiled at the smell that came from inside the wall. “Why can’t we ever come across a place that smells like potpourri?” Liam sighed.

Dean poked his head into the wall and shined his flashlight around. “Come on,” he motioned for the other two to follow him in.

A little further in they found a hole in the floor. “You're not going down there,” Ted said.

“Well, do you want to?” Dean raised an eyebrow. “Please nobody grab my leg,” he mumbled as he started to lower himself down.

“Watch your back,” Liam instructed Ted as he followed Dean down the hole. They found lots of rat corpses and what was left of Buster. “Oh, god,” Liam groaned and gagged a little.

“Find anything?” Ted called to them.

“Yeah, her kitchen,” Dean answered.

Further exploration revealed two stick figures on the wall drawn in what was probably blood. They heard a thump and turned to see Ted’s head fall through the hole. He was dead.

Dean carried Ted’s body outside and laid him in the grass before knocking on the shed door. “Sam, it's us.”

The table blocking the door was moved and they were let in. “Did you get Danny?” the mother asked.

“No,” Dean answered.

“No? Well, where's Ted?”

“Ted is um...” Liam bit his lip and looked at his feet.

“Are you trying to say that he's dead?” he dad asked.

“We were in the walls and she attacked,” Dean explained. “And we couldn't get to him in time. I’m sorry.”

Dean and Liam went back out to keep looking for the boy. Sam came out a little while later to find them. “We gotta talk. Rebecca's diary. I just finished reading it.”

“And?” Dean asked.

“That girl back there? Pretty sure she was Rebecca's daughter.”

“Rebecca had a kid?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“It's all she talks about,” Sam held up the diary. “Being pregnant, being ashamed of being pregnant.”

“Jeez, rent ‘Juno’ and get over it,” Dean shook his head. “Wait, why kill herself after the baby?”

“Maybe because her dad called her a dirty little whore and said he was gonna lock the baby up.”

“Why would he say that?” Dean asked.

Sam just gave them a look. “That is just a little bit disgusting,” Liam swallowed hard when he caught on.

“So the daddy was the babydaddy too?” Dean looked a little sick himself.

Sam snorted. “Dude was a monster.”

“Humans, man,” Dean shook his head. “So she's been locked up her whole life?”

“You saw her eyes. Has she ever seen light? She's barely human.”

“Okay, so, what then, she's been caged up like an animal and she busts out and ganks dear old Dad slash Granddad?”

“I guess,” Sam shrugged. “So where do we find her?”

“Kid's gotta eat, right?” a light went on in Dean’s eyes.

“That’s what you people keep telling me,” Liam sighed.

“He kept her hidden, locked up, but he had to feed her, didn't he?” Dean said.

“I guess,” Sam nodded.

“I think I know where.”

Dean set about punching a hole in the wall where they found the dumbwaiter and shined his light down the shaft. “Watch out, I'm going down,” Dean sighed.

“No. That's my son,” the dad argued.

“I know it is,” Dean looked at him, “But I said that I would get him. I will. Let me.”

“I’m the only one of us that’s armed, so I’m going with,” Liam insisted.

They both climbed through the hole and down the shaft. “Hey, you got curtains?” Sam turned to the dad. “We need rope.”

They looked around and Dean found a few of his guns and checked them for bullets. “Bitch is a klepto,” Dean sighed.

They heard the sounds of a gagged person trying to scream. “Danny?” Liam called out.

They found a hole in a brick wall and Danny was lying there bound and gagged. Liam pulled his knife to cut the bonds and pull him out. “Your dad's upstairs. Come on. Watch your head, watch your head,” Dean ushered the boy back toward the shaft.

“Hurry, he's coming back,” Danny said looking scared.

“He?” Dean looked confused.

“Her brother.”

Liam was suddenly tackled by a man and they struggled. The blond plunged his knife into the man’s lower chest at an upward angle. The man’s body jerked and blood trickled out of his mouth before he fell dead.

They headed back to the shaft and Sam and the dad pulled them all up with a long curtain. Once they were all out they headed back to the shed and found the girl trying to bust in. Liam charged and grabbed her roughly by the hair, slitting her throat.

Dean turned to the dad. “My boyfriend is a little scary with sharp objects.”

“Your boyfriend?” Dean got the look.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Don’t let the stereotype fool you. He has his fruity moments, but he’s… He’s a little scary with sharp objects.”

The family gave them blankets and pillows and let them catch a little sleep on the living room floor. Then in the morning they served breakfast as a thank you. Sam and Liam went back into the walls to find all their stolen things while Dean fixed the tires on the car.

The family came out to see them off. “You guys okay?” Dean asked.

“No, we're the opposite of okay, but we're together,” the mother answered. “Thanks again.”

Dean nodded and they took off. When they stopped for lunch Dean didn’t touch his burger. “You okay, love?” Liam asked.

“You know, I felt for those sons of bitches back there,” Dean sighed. “Lifelong torture turns you into something like that.”

“You were in hell, Dean,” Sam shook his head. “Look, maybe you did what you did there, but you're not them. They were barely human.”

“Yeah, you're right. I wasn't like them. I was worse. They were animals, Sam, defending territory. Me? I did it for the sheer pleasure.”

“What?” Sam looked a little taken aback.

“I enjoyed it, Sam. They took me off the rack, and I tortured souls, and I liked it. All those years, all that pain. Finally getting to deal some out yourself. I didn't care who they put in front of me, because that pain I felt, it just slipped away. No matter how many people I save, I can't change that. I can't fill this hole. Not ever.”

“Love,” Liam wrapped an arm around Dean. “That’s just how things work. Sticking those animals the way I did, I’ll admit it, it felt good. Slicing my way through those possessed people at the jail all that time ago, that was very cathartic. I have a hole too. My childhood was hell on earth. But more than that, there’s a twisted ball of seriously ugly deep inside me. I don’t know where it came from, but I do know it’s a crap ton of pain and rage. I think my soul has some very heavy baggage. I also think that every soul who goes through a trauma has its holes and cracks. But from a very early age I knew it’s not the holes and cracks that define you. It’s what you do with them. Me, I’ve turned that ball of ugly into a tool. It’s what drives me. It’s what turned me into a fighter. Something tells me I could march into hell and slaughter ten thousand demons and it would only be a band aid on a bullet wound, but hey, killing evil sons of bitches is a whole lot better than sitting around feeling sorry for yourself, don’t you think?”

Dean couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on his face. “You know, Babe, you are very wise. I think you and I are very good for each other.”

“Glad I could help,” Liam kissed Dean, and Dean picked up his burger and started eating.
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