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Hunting Humanity VI	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1256 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam sat with John while they ate breakfast. “You don’t know how bad I’ve missed this,” he smiled as he rubbed John’s head.

“You don’t know how bad I’ve missed the comforts of home,” Liam said as he took his plate to the sink.

“At least you and Dean got the bed,” Sam shot him a look. “I slept on the floor. A bed with a wonderful and beautiful woman is definitely a step up.”

Natalie leaned in to kiss him. “It has been rather lonely without you. How long are you staying?”

Sam shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably not long,” he frowned. “It royally sucks that I ask you to marry me then blow town again for god knows how long, but…”

“I get it,” she nodded. “I’ll just busy myself with planning the wedding. Do you have any preferences on anything?”

“No,” Sam shook his head. “And I have a very small guest list. Dean, Liam, and Bobby. That’s it. Now I’m a little depressed.”

She ran her fingers through his hair. “That’s not a lot of people, I know, but those few people love you a lot. That’s got to count for something, right?”

He gave her a small smile. “You always know how to cheer me up.”

“Yeah, well, now I have to depress you again. Um, going with the whole wedding thing, I spoke to a financial adviser. I didn’t give him the details obviously, just told him you’re kind of not bringing anything to the table. I know that’s a soft spot for you, and I don’t want you to feel bad about it. I don’t care about money, really. But the adviser thought it would be a good idea if you signed a prenup. I’m not saying I expect anything to go wrong, you just never know.”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense. It’s okay, I understand completely. You won’t really talk money with me, but I know you’ve got way more than I do because I don’t have any. Everything that’s technically mine you bought. I’m not even sure why you said yes to me to be honest.”

Natalie smiled at him. “Because you’ve got a lot of good qualities. You’re very smart and you have a kind heart. To do what you do you have to be very brave. When you’re here you’re a wonderful father to John. I’ve dated guys with money, and to be honest a lot of them were jerks. I love you, and that is why I said yes to you.”

“Do you love me?” Liam asked Dean as he came in.

Dean gave him a strange look. “You should know by now I do. Some days you’re the only reason I get out of bed. Although, some days I just want to snuggle you close and stay in bed. I think if I didn’t have you I’d be hanging on by a thread right about now. I don’t even want to think about life if I had never met you.”

“Not poetry, but I’ll take it,” Liam stood and kissed Dean.

There was a knock at the door and Dean went to answer it. Bobby was standing on the porch. “Time to go, idjits. You’ve been in one place too long.”

Dean sighed. “Knew this wasn’t gonna last. Give us a minute to gather our shit.”

“I’m sorry,” Sam frowned before kissing Natalie goodbye. “I really don’t know when or if I’ll be back.”

“I definitely want you to come back, all of you, you understand?”

“We’ll do our best as always,” Sam said as he headed out to the car.

They followed Bobby to New Jersey and they found an abandoned house to squat in. Liam sighed as he walked in and looked around. Dean patted his shoulder. “Believe me, I know.”

Sam and Bobby sat at a table. “What have we got?” Bobby asked.

Sam pulled out some papers. “Well, uh, there have been a rash of sightings all over the southern pine barrens, a strange, fast moving human like creature. Locals even have a name for it.”

Bobby looked at the papers. “The Jersey Devil? I thought that was just local tall tale crap.”

“The area's history of sightings goes back more than two centuries. Some accounts gave it bat wings, others horns, a tail. And, uh, oh yeah, a horse's head.”

“Of course, the sketch looks more like a Chewbacca head,” Dean commented.

“Sounds kind of mixed up,” Bobby sighed.

“Yeah, kind of like it should be fighting a Japanese robot,” Dean took out a beer.

“Well, mixed up or not, it sounds like it might just have a body count,” Sam pulled out a newspaper.

“Camping high season harshed by human burrito?” Bobby read the headline.

“Yeah. Something hung a camper up in a tree, then ate him alive right through his sleeping bag. His wife hasn't been seen, either. Plus, there have been four other missing persons reported in the last three weeks. State troopers, get this, are saying it's a rogue bear.”

“Yeah, of course, when was the last time you saw a bear string up its own piñata?” Dean snorted.

“Something's out there in the woods. Hey, we're going honest to goodness wilderness hunting. I haven't used my .30-30 in a while.”

Dean nodded. “Okay, Davey Crockett, well, safari's gonna have to wait till tomorrow and after our suit and tie dance. We'll make sure this is not just some backwoods crackhead who likes to roll glampers.”

“What the hell's a glamper?” Bobby asked.

“High end camper. TV, AC, Wi-Fi. Back to nature, zero inconvenience,” Liam answered. “Idiots really.”

“Yeah. Some people just don't know how to live,” Sam looked around.

The next day they sat at the local Biggerson’s restaurant with a ranger. “So, Ranger Evans-” Dean addressed him.

“Oh, uh, you can call me Rick. Ranger Rick.”

“Uh, you were the one who found Mitchell Rayburn, correct?” Dean asked.

“The human burrito.”

“State police have it down as a bear attack,” Liam looked at him.

The ranger laughed. “Yeah, I read what the state police says. That was no rogue brown.”

“Apparently, some others reported seeing something a little, you know, weirder.” Dean said.

“You know, I've been a ranger for twelve years. Tell you the truth, we have no idea what's out there. Big. Lot of trees and whatnot. Tell you this, though. You got to respect Mother Nature. You respect her, or she's gonna string you up, and she'll eat your ass right through the Gore-Tex. See, me and Phil, we've been finding, uh, something's leftovers for weeks, deer remains, badger, missing pets.”

“Who's Phil?” Sam asked.

“Assistant Chief Ranger. Come to think of it, I haven't seen Phil in a couple of days. He's supposed to call from whatever station he's checking off.”

“But you think maybe your assistant chief ranger might be missing?” Sam looked a little concerned.

“I should probably report that.”

Dean saw Bobby come in and he gave the ranger a little smile. “Oh. Excuse us. Well, you, uh, enjoy your lunch Ranger Rick.”

They walked up to Bobby. “Well, I took a look at the cadaver, what's left of it. Not a happy camper. Don't have any stats on a Jersey Devil, but the bite radius on the victim’s wounds, it's too small for a leviathan. And he's still got a ventricle and some change, so I doubt we're talking werewolf. And a wendigo don't leave no scraps.”

“Lunch?” Dean suggested.

“Starving,” Bobby said.

Dean flagged down a passing waiter. “Hey! Uh, Brandon. We grab a booth?”

The waiter glared at them. “Hey, uh, douchewad, a hostess will seat you. Do I look like a freaking hostess?”

They ate their lunch. Dean ate the new turducken sandwich and loved it. The waiter continued being an ass and Liam watched him for a while. “What you doing, Babe?” Dean asked.

“Not sure yet. I just… I don’t know.”

“Don’t worry about him and eat. We have a little hunting to do.”

After lunch they headed into the woods with rifles. Bobby noticed a tuft of fur on a bush. “Couple of bucks. Head butting over turf probably. Pretty sure the other fella won.”

Sam smiled. “I guess I forgot. Before you were a hunter, you were actually a...hunter.”

“Yeah, well, we shot our dinner when I was a kid.”

Dean shook his head. “You used to take us hunting. Remember? Dad had a case, he'd just dump us on you. Shoot, you must have taught us most of the outdoor tracking we know.”

“Yeah, what I could get to stick. I never could get you little grubs to pull a trigger on a single deer.”

“You’re talking about Bambi, man. What about you, Liam, you ever go hunting?”

“Yeah, Mr. Olsen used to take us. I think I was like seven the first time I got dragged along. I cried when my brother shot the deer.”

Sam chuckled. “You wanted to shoot Becky, but you cried over a deer?”

“I was seven and the poor deer didn’t do anything. Oh, crap,” Liam looked up and spotted a bloody arm.

“Well, looks like we found Phil,” Dean said when he saw it too.

They called Ranger Rick out. It was dark by the time he got to them. “Special agents. Listen, I got your call. But I'm not sure I got what you were saying.” Dean pointed at the arm. “Hey. I think we found Phil. Uh, I should probably call this in.”

“Yeah. Solid move, Rick.” Sam nodded.

The ranger got on the radio and the sound of rustling and heavy breathing could be heard. “Ranger, I think we've got company,” Bobby looked around.

“Yeah? Who's that?” the ranger asked before he was suddenly dragged into the trees.

“Ranger!” Sam shouted.

Bobby looked up. “It's got him up in the trees. Lights off.”

They turned the lights on their rifles out and looked up in the trees. “Damn thing’s eating Rick,” Bobby’s eyes narrowed.

“Man, I liked Rick,” Dean frowned.

Liam fired into the trees and a humanoid creature holding Rick’s arm fell to the ground. “Awesome shot!” Dean looked surprised.

“Yeah, well,” Liam shrugged. “Some things stick with you.”

“What about the rest of Ranger Rick?” Dean asked.

“Ranger called in his 10-20. His own will find him. We got crap to do,” Bobby said as he moved toward the creature.

They took it back to the house and laid it on the table. Bobby examined him. “Built like a supermodel, but the thing was strong. That's for damn sure. Carried a full grown man up a tree in nothing flat.”

“But, it only took one bullet to bring it down,” Sam was puzzled.

“And not even a silver bullet, just a bullet,” Dean added.

The creature bolted upright and they all four opened fire on it until it was back down. “First one must have just stunned it,” Bobby put his gun away.

“Alright, well, let's check its hulk pants for some ID,” Dean reached into the pants and pulled out a wallet. It was wet. “Oh, that is just gonna ruin the leather.”

“Are you feeling okay?” Bobby asked as Sam grabbed the wallet.

“Yeah, I feel great,” Dean answered.

Sam pulled out the ID. “Gerald Browder, uh, lived here in town, 5'9", brown hair and blue eyes... two hundred thirty five pounds.”

“Well, apparently, he's lost a little pudge,” Bobby looked at the lithe form on the table. He took a stick and probed one of the bullet wounds. It dripped gray goo. “What the hell? I think we better have a look under Gerald's hood.”

They cracked him open and Bobby and Sam started examining him. “God! Its organs are swimming in the stuff,” Bobby poked around.

Dean came in with a glass of whiskey. “You guys getting hungry? I'm hungry.”

“What's that?” Sam poked at something.

“His stomach,” Bobby answered. “For a guy on a diet, Gerry here packed it in pretty good. That's fresh Rick. Let's see. Plus a pine cone? Pack of gum in the wrapper.”

Sam kept digging. “That's older. Maybe like a, maybe Ranger Phil or the camper.”

“What's that?” Bobby poked at something.

“Looks like a, yeah, that's a cat's head.”

Bobby shook his head. “A glamper or two is one thing, but you got to be damn hungry to eat a cat's head. Well, look here. I'm no Dr. Oz, but...” He pulled out a large lumpy black object. “I think that's his adrenal glands.”

“Okay. And?” Sam looked at him.

“Meant to be the size of hotel bar soap and bright orange.”

Sam nodded. “Alright, that might help explain the strength. Um, but whatever this thing is, it's not the Jersey Devil, but it sure as hell ain't Gerald Browder anymore.”

“Okay, guys, seriously. It's time for dinner?” Dean looked around the room.

They went back to the restaurant and Dean got another turducken sandwich. Sam got on his laptop to look up the guy that turned into the monster. “Gerald Browder, thirty five, self employed. Air conditioning repairman. Missing person number three. Disappeared eight days ago.”

“Well, that explains all the people who got eaten in the last eight days,” Bobby said.

Sam nodded. “Yeah. Question is, what happened to him?” They all looked at Dean groaning while he ate. “Dean. Uh, so, what do you think?”

“I'm not that worried about it,” Dean answered with his mouth full.

“Excuse me?” Liam raised an eyebrow.

Dean shrugged. “That's funny, right? I could give two shakes of a rat's ass. Is that right? Do rats shake their ass, or is it something else? Eh.”

They looked around and saw many others eating the same sandwich. “Give me that,” Liam snatched the sandwich away from Dean.

“Whoa! Why?” Dean looked upset.

“There's some funky chicken in the TDK Slammer, ain't there?” Bobby looked at Liam.

“I’m thinking yes.”

They took the rest of the sandwich back to the house and set it on the table. “This is stupid. My sandwich didn't do anything. I don't know what you think you're gonna find,” Dean huffed.

“There's something wrong with you, Dean,” Bobby told him.

“Are you kidding? I'm fine! I actually feel great. The best I've felt in a couple months. Cas? Black goo? I don't even care anymore. And you know what's even better? I don't care that I don't care. I just want my damn slammer back.”

Liam grabbed him by the shoulders. “Dude, you are completely stoned, just like Ranger Rick was.”

“Just like the dinner rush back at Biggerson's. And everybody's loving the Turducken,” Bobby added.

Gray goo bubbled out of the sandwich. Dean blinked. “I think you pissed off my sandwich. That's in me?”

Sam shrugged. “Only half of it. Okay, so whatever turned Gerry Browder into a pumpkin head, and is currently turning Dean into an idiot...”

“I'm right here,” Dean glared at his brother.

“It's in the meat,” Bobby looked at the sandwich.

Dean shook his head. “If I wasn't so chilled out right now I would puke.”

They got into Bobby’s van and drove out to Biggerson’s to wait at the receiving dock. Liam sat in the back with Dean who was asleep. “He okay?” Sam asked.

“Seems like it,” Liam answered. “Just sleeping it off.”

They waited until a delivery truck pulled up. “Well, I guess we follow him,” Bobby said when the truck drove off.

They followed the truck to a run down looking warehouse. Sam pulled out a pair of binoculars to get a better look. “That's weird, right? I mean, national franchise like Biggerson's getting meat from a place that looks like it wholesales Hong Kong knockoffs.”

“Okay. Yeah. It's a little weird,” Dean agreed.

Sam sat back. “Alright, well, I guess we wait till they close up shop, go take a look around?”

“Hang on,” Liam spotted a car driving up. Edgar, the one who nearly killed them at Bobby’s house got out and accompanied the truck driver into the warehouse. “Leviathans.”

“Son of a bitch,” Dean groaned and leaned back against the seat.

“What the hell is going on?” Bobby watched the outside of the warehouse.

Sam went to scope the place. Bobby turned to Dean. “How's your head?”

“Well, I think the slammer's pretty much wore off. In between that and the twenty cups of coffee, I'm nicely tense and alarmed.”

Sam got back in the van. “Hey. Something's up.”

Bobby picked up the binoculars and watched two black cars pull up. Edgar and Dr. Gaines came out to greet a man. “Well, I'll be a squirrel in a skirt. It's Dick frigging Roman.”

“What? Who the hell is Dick frigging Roman?” Dean asked.

“A very rich and powerful man,” Liam answered. “Very influential in the business world.”

Bobby sighed. “Well, if the leviathan got to him, then that means they're playing on a much bigger board than we were thinking.”

“So what, then?” Sam asked. “I mean, we can't exactly outgun them.”

“No, but we got the drop on them. Means we got a chance to figure out what these guys are really doing here.” Bobby got into the back of the van and started assembling surveillance equipment. “It's time to find out what these ugly bastards are up to.”

Bobby went off to find a better spot while Sam, Dean, and Liam stayed in the van. They kept in contact with a phone on speaker. “Our side's still dead, Bobby. Anything with you?” Dean said.

“Yeah, same here. I got, hold on. Yeah, I got movement, my side, second floor, meeting room. Now I have officially seen it all.”

“Bobby, what is it?” Sam asked.

“He's making the doctor eat himself.”

“What?” Dean looked confused. Then they heard a noise. “Bobby?” There was no answer.

They moved to the roof to check on him and found the broken equipment. “They got him,” Liam hung his head.

“There are at least four leviathans out there. We don't even know how to kill one,” Sam sighed.

A van with Acme Industrial Cleaning written on the side pulled up. “Well, it'll be quite a shock when we walk in through the front door, won't it?” Dean looked at the van.

“My life kinda sucks anyway,” Liam sighed as they grabbed pressure sprayers full of cleaner from the van.

“Thanks,” Dean shot him a look.

“I love you.”

“Sure you do.”

“Shut up.”

They burst through the doors and started spraying. Edgar, the truck driver, and two body guards started screaming in agony. Dick Roman came down and Sam sprayed him in the face until his canister was empty. Dick started healing and advanced on Sam. “Sam. That is not how we communicate from a place of yes. That was bracing. Where'd you kids find this stuff?” Bobby appeared and shot Dick twice in the back. “Hey! That's mine.”

Dean threw the last little bit of cleaner on him. “Go!” he shouted.

They ran out and Sam and Dean got into the front of the van and Liam jumped in the back. “Damn it, where's Bobby?” Sam looked nervous. Bobby finally ran out. “Bobby! Come on!”

Bobby jumped in the back with Liam and Dick came out and shot at them. Bobby closed the door and they drove off with Dick still shooting.

“Son of a bitch! I'm glad you got in. He almost took your freaking head off,” Dean took a deep breath.

“He’s got good aim,” Liam panted weakly.

“Yeah, but not quite good enough,” Sam turned around and his eyes went wide. Liam was leaning against the seat blood pouring from his chest. Bobby was on the floor with a bullet hole in his head. “Oh my god!”

“What?” Dean glanced back and only got a brief image. “Oh my god! Hold on! Both of you hold on!” Sam moved to the back and just looked back and forth between Bobby and Liam. “Sam, do something!”

“I don’t...”

“Check on Bobby,” Liam insisted. “Crap on a cracker breathing hurts.”

“I know, Babe, just please keep doing it,” Dean said as he pulled out a phone and dialed a number. “I need the nearest trauma center. What’s the address?”

“Bobby’s alive,” Sam called out. “Okay. You’re both gonna be okay. Liam? What are you doing?”

“Trying to breathe as little as possible.”

“No,” Dean shook his head. “We’re almost there so keep sucking it in.”

“Dean,” Sam looked to his brother. “If he’s hit in the lung, which I think he is, every time he takes a breath air escapes into his chest cavity and will crush his heart.”

“Whatever, just don’t let them die!”

“There’s two of them and one of me. I can’t...” Sam seemed torn.

“Tend to Bobby, it’s okay,” Liam gave Sam a small smile. “I’m just...”

“You shut up you crazy bitch!” Dean shouted. “Sam is going to tend to both of you and you’re gonna be fine. If anyone can pull through it’s you two.”

They reached the hospital and Dean ran in for help. People rushed out with two gurneys and took Bobby and Liam in. Sam and Dean watched helplessly in the emergency department while their loved ones were taken to two separate rooms and worked on. “We’ll do everything we can,” a nurse assured them. “In the mean time, please have a seat and fill these out,” she handed them papers.

Dean glared at her. “Paperwork? You’re fucking kidding me! My uncle and my boyfriend are… And you’re...”

Sam pulled Dean toward the waiting room. “I’ll do Bobby and you do Liam, okay?”

Dean let out a deep sigh and sat down to fill out the paper.

Four hours later a doctor came out to see them. “Your boyfriend had to go into emergency surgery. He’s out now and doing well. He’s not awake, but you can see him if you like.”

“Good,” Dean nodded. “I knew he was tough. What about our uncle?”

“He's, uh, stable for the moment. Just have to see.”

Sam put a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “You go see Liam. I’ll stay here and wait for news on Bobby.”

“Okay,” Dean nodded. “I’ll just go check on him for a little bit.”

A nurse led Dean to Liam’s room. The blond was out cold in a bed hooked up to a monitor. “How long you two been together?” the nurse asked.

“Our four year anniversary was last month,” Dean answered. “He is gonna be okay, right?”

“He’s stable and his vitals are good and strong. I don’t want to say anything for certain just yet, but barring any major complications he should be all right.”

“What about my uncle?”

The nurse frowned. “That’s a much more complicated case. Brain injuries are always very tricky. I… It doesn’t look good.”

Dean’s shoulders dropped and he lowered himself into the chair by Liam’s bed. The nurse left him and he sat there for about another hour until Liam’s eyes fluttered open. “Hey,” Dean gave him a little smile. “Told you you were gonna be fine. How do you feel?”

“Like they pumped me full of drugs after they cut me open. How’s Bobby?”

“He’s uh, stable. That’s about all we know right now. Liam, I love you dearly, but you, you’re gonna be fine. I wanted to be here so you weren’t alone when you woke up, but you’re awake now, so...”

“So, you wanna go back to Bobby. Yeah, I get it. Just come fill me in every so often, okay?”

“I will,” Dean grabbed his hand to kiss it. “You do know I love you, right?”

“I know. I love you too.”

When Dean went back to Bobby’s room Sam was standing with the doctor. “So, there's nothing else we can do?” Sam asked.

The doctor frowned. “I'm sorry. We just have to wait. We'll see if the swelling goes down.”

“How long?” Dean asked as he came up beside them.

“It's hard to say in cases like this.”

Dean sighed. “Well, he's lasted this long. That's something, right?”

“Well, yes. Listen, the bullet didn't shatter. Only one hemisphere of his brain was injured. These are all positive things, but I don't want to give you false hope here. He's far from out of the woods. Most of the time, cases like this...”

“They die,” Sam said finished the sentence quietly.

“Right now it comes down to him. I'll keep you updated.”

The doctor left and a man in a suit came up to them. “Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt. Is one of you Robert Singer's next of kin?”

“We’re his nephews,” Dean answered.

“Could I have a word with one of you please?” Dean followed him into the hall. “We know this is a stressful time.”

“Yeah, okay. No offense, you can skip the garnish. What, did his insurance lapse, or what?”

“We're sorry to ask, but, um, did your uncle ever make his wishes known in regards to organ donation? Organs are only viable for a very limited window...”

“Viable?” Dean glared at the man.

“We're just hoping some good can come of this tragic-”

“Listen to me. I'm gonna say this once. He's not gonna die. It's one bullet. He's gonna be fine because he's always fine.”

“I apologize.”

“Why are you talking to me like he's gonna die, huh? I do my job! Do your jobs! Save him!”

“Of course they're doing everything they can.”

Dean punched the glass covering a sign next to the man’s head. “Walk away from me. Now!”

The man quickly walked away and Dean took a deep breath and went outside for some air. When he came back Liam was outside of Bobby’s room in a wheelchair beside Sam. Dean glared at him. “What the hell are you doing out of bed?”

Liam glared back. “I can’t be concerned too?”

“Sure you can, but in case you hit your head at some point, you were shot too and just got out of surgery!”

“You sound like the doctor who just finished lecturing me. I’ll tell you the same thing. Until the drugs wear off I will be fine. Then I’ll just need more drugs.”

Dean shook his head. “You stubborn little...”

“What did that guy want?” Sam interrupted.

“Uh, nothing. Just some insurance mook. You should be helping me wheel his ass back to his room.”

Sam sighed. “He’ll just find a way to come back out and we both know it.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Dean admitted. “What's the update?”

Sam crossed his arms. “The swelling's down a little. They took him off sedation. Apparently, he started fighting his tube so they pulled them out, and he's breathing on his own.”

Dean looked hopeful. “That's good, right? Is that good?”

“Yeah. Well, doctor said best case scenario.”

“Alright, so when they gonna take the bullet out?”

“Dean, they're not even gonna try that, not yet.”

“What does that mean?”

“The word's abrading, I think.”

“English.”

“Cutting out the dead brain tissue. That's if the doctor even thinks it's worth the risk.”

“He's not gonna die,” Dean insisted.

Sam frowned. “He might. Dean, listen, we need to brace ourselves.”

“Why?”

“Because it's real.”

“What do you want to do? You want to hug and say we made it through it when Dad died? We've been through enough. You,” he turned to Liam. “I am taking you back to bed. I am going to ask the nurse to give you something to put you to sleep again, and you are going to rest. I don’t care if you don’t like it.”

Liam huffed as he was put back into the bed. “I don’t want to just lie here! I may not know Bobby like you two, but damn it!”

“Liam, you just had major emergency surgery. Quit being an idiot. I will keep you informed, okay?”

“Fine,” Liam sighed as he let himself relax. “I will be good to make you happy.”

“Thank you,” Dean kissed his forehead before he left.

A little while later some nurses were headed into Bobby’s room. “What's happening?” Sam flagged one down.

“He's showing signs of responsiveness. We're taking him up for surgery. If you want to see him, I'd squeeze in there quick.”

Sam and Dean headed into Bobby’s room. Sam took Bobby’s hand. “Just... thanks... for everything.”

“Alright. Please step back,” the nurse instructed.

Bobby raised his hand and opened his eyes. “Wait, stop. His eyes are open,” Sam looked at the nurse.

“Bobby?” Dean looked at him. Bobby removed the oxygen mask and tried to say something. “What, don't talk. Don't talk. A pen...” Dean grabbed the chart and pen from the end of the bed and handed the pen to Bobby.

Bobby wrote some numbers on Sam’s hand, then started panting heavily. “Liam?” he choked out.

“He’s okay,” Dean took Bobby’s hand. “He shouldn’t have, but he even came out to see you a little bit ago.”

Bobby smiled a little at both Sam and Dean. “Idjits,” he said before falling back on the bed and the monitor went flat.

A medical team rushed in to try and revive him and Sam and Dean were pushed out of the way. Several minutes later both Sam and Dean went to Liam’s room. “Well, what’s the news?” Liam looked up at them. A tear slid down Dean’s cheek as they stood silent. “I am so sorry. If I had only...”

“No,” Dean walked over to Liam. “I don’t think I’d be upright right now if you weren’t okay either. That’s why you are going to follow doctor’s orders and get better.”

“Okay,” Liam nodded. “Just come here, both of you.” Sam came over and they leaned down for Liam to hug them both. They stood like that for several minutes.
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