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Hunting Humanity VII	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam sat on the couch with Natalie while she sipped a cup of tea. They watched the boys play while Sam had his hand on Natalie’s belly. “Wow, she’s really going to town in there, isn’t she?”

“She is,” Natalie smiled. “It kinda hurts, but it’s really cool. Although, would you think less of me if I said I’m nervous about another baby?”

“Not at all. I’m freaking out too a little bit. I mean, three kids under five? I’m not even the one who will be responsible for them all when we’re on a job. Nathan isn’t even yours, so you shouldn’t be responsible for him.”

Natalie shrugged. “He’s just a toddler who didn’t ask to be born to a psychotic mother. You can’t take him on a job with you. Sam, I know you’re hard on yourself, but I knew what I was getting into when I started a relationship with you. I didn’t foresee three kids under five, but that’s what we’ve got here. I was thinking of one when you were more ready, but life happened. You are talking to and being honest with Tom aren’t you?”

“I try. Natalie, Tom is a long time friend of yours. I feel like he’s judging me and he’s going to call you up and tell you to run.”

Natalie sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. “Tom is a mental health professional. He’s not going to judge you for being a little messed up from everything you’ve been through. Do you think Liam is a bad person for being messed up from his childhood?”

Sam shook his head. “Of course not. God, it’s a miracle he functions as well as he does.”

“Alright then. You were seriously taken advantage of. That love potion took the control you have over your own life. You were raped because she took away your ability to say no. Then you were ripped apart in court to the point you were in tears when you came home. I sent you to Tom to work through your feelings.”

Sam nodded. “I’m working on that.” Sam’s phone rang and he answered it. He hung up after a short conversation. “And it looks like we’ve gotta go again.” He got up and found Dean and Liam in the kitchen. “We got a vamp kill, Dean, Carencro, Louisiana.”

Dean sat his beer down. “Huh. It's been a while since I've had some étouffée. Who's the source?”

“Martin Creaser.”

Dean blinked. “Sorry, for a minute there, I thought you said Martin Creaser. Crazy Martin from the loony bin?”

“Glendale Springs discharged him last month.”

“And? Shouldn't he be assembling toys in a padded room? What's he doing back on the job?”

“I asked him.”

“You what?”

“Look, he called me when he got out, okay, asked if I had anything for him that might help him ease back into the game. He seemed okay, mostly, so I said yes. I've had him tracking Benny for the past week.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed. “You put mostly okay Martin on Benny? What is mostly okay doing hunting at all?”

“Not hunting, Dean, tracking. Observe and report only. I was crystal clear about that.”

“Wow. I can't believe that.”

“Really, Dean? You don't believe that? Because Benny's a vampire. And any hunter worth his salt isn't gonna let one just walk around freely. So I had Martin keep tabs on him. And right now, it's looking like I made the right call.”

“I was a vampire,” Liam looked a little offended.

“Yeah, and we didn’t let you walk around freely either,” Sam argued. “It took a few days and trial by fire for us to trust you at all.”

“I was with Benny for a good part of that year, and I trust him. Isn’t that enough?” Dean looked angry.

“But Dean, I wasn’t. I’m not completely discounting your time with him, but from what you have told us he wanted back here and you were his train ticket. I just wanted him watched, and I just got a call about a body.”

Dean looked at his brother. “So Martin's saying Benny did this?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. If Benny's in Louisiana draining folks, we should look into it.”

They gathered their things and Sam said goodbye to his family before they headed for Louisiana. They drove to where Martin was staying and walked up to his apartment and knocked on the door. Martin answered. “You said look for an eruption. How's Mount Vesuvius?” They entered the little apartment and he closed the door. “I got into town about a week ago. Up until last night, nothing. He's been clean.”

“Doing what?” Dean asked.

“Just minding his own business. Working at the gumbo shack.”

“Benny's working at the gumbo shack?” Dean looked impressed.

“Yeah. Slinging hash, pouring coffee, the whole bit. And he may be Benny to you. Folks around here call him Roy.”

“Sounds a lot like what I used to do,” Liam commented as he took a seat on the bed.

Dean looked to Martin. “Martin, you sure you're running on a full charge?”

“Yeah. Little shock therapy in the morning, and I'm good to go.”

“Tell us what happened last night,” Sam took a seat in a chair.

“So, I followed him home, just like every night. He turned up a path. I hear a scream. I catch up. Then, boom, there he is. The old coot that Roy was eyeballing at the joint, vamped.”

“Wait, did you actually see Benny kill the guy or not?” Dean asked.

“I saw enough.”

“Well, then, how can you be sure it was Benny if you didn't actually see him do it?”

“Because I saw Benny turn up the path, and then two seconds later, I trip over a body with its throat ripped. Look, man, you ever hear of Occam's Razor? Keep it simple, stupid? It's not that complicated.”

“There's a lot of holes, Martin.”

“Holes? The only holes we should be looking at are in the victim’s neck.”

Dean turned to Liam. “This sound like the Benny you know?”

“I um, only met him the once for a few hours, but no. I do agree we should look at this objectively, speaking as a once vampire that was almost blamed for a crime he didn’t commit.”

Martin looked to Sam. “Why am I getting the distinct impression that your brother and his whatever are vouching for a vampire?”

Sam sighed. “Guys, let's not argue.”

Dean crossed his arms. “Nobody's arguing, but if this is Benny, and that's a big if...”

“Oh, it's him,” Martin insisted.

“I got history with the guy, okay? I'm not signing up for a witch hunt. I owe him more than that.”

Martin looked surprised. “What in God's great creation could a Winchester possibly owe a vampire? Am I hearing this right?”

Dean sighed. “Look, until we get the facts, we stow the blood lust and we work this case right, or we work it separately.”

“Doing it right would be separating his head from his shoulders,” Martin insisted.

“I just need some time, Sammy.”

“Oh, yeah. Let the fang take another life? I don't think so,” Martin argued.

“How much time do you need?” Sam asked.

“You're not actually considering this?” Martin seemed upset.

“Couple hours, tops.”

“And what if it turns out to be Benny?”

“Then it's Benny, and I'll deal with it!”

“Couple hours, Dean. No more.”

“I'll be in touch. Come on, Liam.”

Liam got up and followed Dean out the door. They drove to the cafe Benny was working at and walked in and up to the counter. A woman smiled and offered them menus. “Actually, I already know what I want,” Dean smiled back.

“Let me guess, gumbo?”

Dean chuckled. “Was gonna be the gumbo till I saw,” he pointed and clicked his tongue. “Pie.”

“Well, the special's pecan.”

“Of course it is. Let's do that.”

“Alright. And you?” she looked to Liam.

“Pecan pie sounds good.”

The woman nodded and walked away. Dean noticed some pictures on the wall, including one of Benny with the woman. The woman returned. “Bad news.”

“You're out of pecan. Story of my life. Uh, that's all right. Maybe you can make it up to me. I'm actually looking for an old friend of mine. I heard he's kicking around these parts. His name's Roy.”

“Well, Roy works the night shift here. I mean, if we're talking about the same Roy.”

“Uh, yeah, he, uh, putts around in a beat up camper. Thing looks like a rolling death trap.”

She laughed. “Yeah, I thought I was the only one who gave him trouble over that piece of junk.”

Dean chuckled. “You wouldn't happen to know where he's parking that thing these days, would you?”

“Well, he, uh, was parking it out back, but just called to tell me he's gone up the road to Mill Creek for a few days.”

“Okay. Uh, did he say why?”

“Oh... fishing, I think. He really deserves a break. He's been working doubles for the last two weeks straight.”

Dean took out a piece of paper and started writing on it. “Um, listen, I, uh, I tell you what. If he pops up before I can find him, you do me a favor and just have him give me a buzz. Or…,” he slid the paper over, “could just drop a dime yourself.”

She picked up the paper. “Sure thing, Dean.”

“And, uh, you are...?”

“Elizabeth.”

“Elizabeth. Alright. Take a rain check on that pie.”

“Definitely,” Elizabeth smiled.

Dean and Liam left. “Were you flirting with her right in front of me?” Liam asked.

“Chill,” Dean took out his phone. “I was being friendly to get what I wanted.”

“I think I know attraction when I see it.”

Dean sighed. “We’ve been over this. I can’t control that any more than you can. Now quiet. Damn, Benny ain’t picking up. Let’s go.”

They found him in the woods washing his hands. He looked all dirty like he had been digging in the dirt. “It's not me, Dean,” he said when he caught their scents.

“Now, which me are we talking about, Benny, or Roy?” Dean asked.

Benny turned around. “I'm just trying to blend in.”

“Blend in? Who'd you plant, Benny?” Dean asked with a machete in hand.

“Victim number two. If you're concerned about the missed calls, I didn't want to get you involved. Now, want to safety that thing, talk a little bit or what?”

“I'm all ears.”

“Rogue vamp. Came into the cafe a couple nights ago. Youngster goes by the name of Desmond. He, uh, he remembers me from the good old days.”

“The good old days?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“I know it's hard to believe, but I haven't always been this cute and cuddly. He's chasing a memory, Dean. That's all. He's crewing up a new nest. He's hoping I can give him some cred. I told him no.”

“Alright. So far, so good. Let's get to the part about the blood.”

“Didn't want to take no for an answer. He's trying to roust me out, leaving dead bodies in my wake till I sign up. Two bodies in two days. No amateur is gonna kick me out of my hometown, Dean. Not this time.”

“Hometown? You grew up here?”

Benny nodded. “Born and bred. With Andrea gone and you hunting again, seemed like the right time for a homecoming, you two being the only ones who keep all my ducks in a row. Went back to my old job at the cafe. I even found someone to hold myself accountable to. Best kind of someone, Dean. Family.”

“Elizabeth?” Dean guessed. “Does she know?”

“No, as far as she's concerned, I was just another drifter. I'd like to keep it that way. It's been tough walking the line here after all those years in Purgatory not having to deal with the hunger. But Elizabeth... She keeps me honest. I finally feel like I got a handle on this thing.”

“Handle on things? Benny, you've got two stiffs on your hands and two hunters on your ass.”

“Oh, please. The half wit who found me at the cafe? I'll take my chances with him.”

“That half wit was sent by my brother, and trust me, my brother's not someone you want to mess with.”

“I don't have time to worry about them, Dean. I didn't think Desmond had an ounce of steel in his spine, but I was wrong about that. So now I'm gonna do what I should have done two days ago, which is put him back where he belongs.”

“You know there's only one way to do that, right? And that is for you to sit on the sideline while I convince Sam and Martin to go after Desmond. They see you out there, they don't care if you're gonna be collecting for the March of Dimes. They are gonna slice first and ask questions later. You know that.”

“You really think they'll go for that?”

“No,” Liam answered for Dean. Dean shot him a look. “Hey, I’m just being honest here. I know Sam, and while he may have bought my sob story as you put it, we both know if I had actually killed that nurse he would have taken my head without blinking. I had to bend over backward while jumping through flaming hoops to gain the trust of both of you. Martin, I can tell you right now he’s the kind of hunter I used to have to kill. I never liked doing it, but it was me or them.”

Dean sighed. “Well, we’ll see.”

They went back to Martin’s place and Dean told them everything. Martin leaned against the refrigerator. “Let me get this straight. I follow your boy down a freaking path and trip over fresh vamp kill, and then you practically catch him in the act of burying a second body, and you're still taking his side?”

“Vampires pick people off from the outskirts of town, okay?,” Dean defended himself. “Not in the cafes that they work in with their great grandkids. In fact, killing any human, it's not his style.”

“Not his style?” Martin scoffed.

Sam sighed. “Listen, Dean, we came here on a dead body. You asked for some time, and now there's another dead body. Are we just going on trust here?”

“Yes,” Dean nodded.

“Okay. Because we've killed for a lot less, and you know how these things turn out for us.”

“Yes, I do, too well. In fact, every relationship I have ever had has gone to crap at some point. But the one thing I can say about Benny, he has never let me down.”

“Hey!” Liam protested. “I’ve never let you down. You’ve let me down… That statement kinda stings a little.”

Dean sighed. “I know, and I’m sorry. I just… If you ever get accused of a crime you didn’t commit I’ll defend you too. All I'm saying is that Benny is innocent.”

Sam shook his head. “No. You're too close to this.”

“You're not gonna find him. And if you do, I'm gonna tell you this. You'll be lucky to get out alive. And you,” he pointed to Martin. “You go with him, you're a dead man, period.”

“These are innocent lives we're talking about, Dean,” Sam argued. “And you're willing to risk that on Benny's word alone?”

“Damn right I am,” Dean nodded. “Once Liam earned our trust, wouldn’t you have extended him the same courtesy?”

Sam shrugged. “Maybe. That would’ve depended on how bad things looked. But Dean, he came to us for a cure. We cured him. Benny came to you for a ride back to the land of the living.”

Dean growled and turned, but Martin was right behind him and cold clocked him. Dean fell to the ground out cold. Then Martin turned a gun on Liam. “Uh, what are you doing?” Sam asked.

“Dean made his choice. Question is, whose side are you on Liam? You gonna try and keep us from doing our job?”

Liam blinked. “If you want my honest opinion, I think you should at least look into whether or not Benny is telling the truth. He didn’t seem all that bad to me.”

“Once a blood sucker...”

“Yeah, but we’re not gonna shoot Liam,” Sam grabbed the gun away from Martin. “Liam, give me your arm.”

Liam raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“Your head isn’t exactly on straight either. You have an allegiance to my brother, which I don’t blame you for, and you can be emotionally manipulated by Benny because of your past.” Liam let out a deep sigh but held out his arm. Sam took it and handcuffed him to the headboard before giving his head a little pat. “We’ll be back, hobbit.”

Dean came to about an hour later with a soft groan handcuffed to the radiator. “Oh man,” he tugged at the restraints. “You too?” he looked up at Liam.

“Sam’s not surprised I took your side. Apparently he has more belief in my unyielding loyalty to you than you do. That, and he thinks my being a former a vampire that wanted to be good clouds my judgment.”

“Don’t start,” Dean said as he reached for his handy lock pick. “My mind was focused on defending Benny. You know that sometimes I get so focused on one thing I say things without thinking about how it impacts others.”

“Yeah, I find that’s when you’re at your most truthful.”

“Liam, I love you dearly, but our relationship has gone to shit once or twice.”

“And mostly your fault.”

“Never said it wasn’t,” Dean said as he got himself free then started working on Liam’s restraint.

Once Liam was free his took out his phone and called Benny. “What'd they say?” Benny asked.

“They didn't go for it. They're on their way to you. I'd get scarce.”

“No offense, Dean, but your little brother doesn't exactly put chills up my spine.”

“Benny, listen to me. Do not underestimate my little brother, okay? He can and will kill you given the chance.”

“Alright. So, what now?”

“Liam and I go find Desmond.”

“You take me with.”

“Hey, I just told you, best thing you can do is lay low.”

“That ain't gonna work this time, bub. You take me with, or I don't tell you where he is.”

“You know where he is?”

“He said he's not gonna stop the killing till I join his little nest. Two bodies is enough. I told him I'm in. Dean, this is my fight. Are you in or are you out?”

“We’re in.”

Dean drove out to where Benny said to meet him and got out of the car where Benny was waiting. “This the place, huh?” Dean opened the trunk. “So, what's the plan? Liam and I hang back while you guys do some trust falls and binge drinking?” He pulled out a syringe of dead man’s blood.

Benny shook his head. “Man, if I didn't know you better, I'd say you have an extremely low opinion of us vamps.”

“Call it healthy skepticism.”

They entered the ship yard building and spread out. Desmond dropped from the ceiling behind Dean. Dean turned around to swing the machete he was carrying, but Desmond knocked him down and straddled him with fangs bared. “Benny never told me he was bringing a friend.”

Dean grabbed the dead man’s blood and tried to stab Desmond, but the vampire caught his hand and broke the syringe. Then he scratched Dean’s neck and picked up some blood with his finger to lick it. Just as he went to lunge for Dean’s neck Liam came up from behind and grabbed Desmond’s hair and took his head. “Son of a... It took you long enough,” Dean panted as Liam helped him to his feet.

Benny came over as well. “You've lost a step, friend. You need to lay off the junk food.”

Dean touched the cut on his neck and winced. Benny’s lip twitched a little, and Liam’s eyes narrowed when he recognized the look of thirst. “You okay?” Dean asked.

“I’m fine,” Benny insisted. They walked back out to the car and Dean grabbed a rag for his neck and Benny leaned against the car. “My life here is over, isn't it?”

Dean nodded. “Afraid so. Once word gets out the machete swingers that'll come for you... You can't take them all. It's impossible. And even if you could...”

“We'd have a problem.”

“Yeah. Benny, you got to go deep underground, where nobody knows who you are,” Liam said. “And unless you find true love and use our cure, you won’t get to have a permanent home.”

Benny sighed. “Yeah. I got one last thing I got to do.” With a little wave he walked away.

They got on the road and Dean pulled out his phone to call Martin. “Hey, Dean,” Martin answered.

“Look, I'm just calling to let you know that the situation is resolved. Benny was not lying. There was another vamp, and we ganked him together.”

“Oh. That's good, Dean.”

“Yeah, shut up and listen to me. Benny's long gone, and he won't be coming back, ever. So for your own sake, do not follow him. Are we clear?”

“You don't have to worry about me, Dean. I'm long gone, too.”

“Oh, and, Martin?”

“Yeah?”

“Find a new line of work.” Dean hung up and tossed the phone to Liam.

While they were driving to look for a motel Dean’s phone rang. “Yeah?” he answered.

“You told me to call you if I saw him,” Elizabeth’s voice was on the other end.

“What do you mean? Roy? Is he there right now? Elizabeth, what's going on?”

“Just come,” she sounded upset.

Dean made a sharp sudden turn to head to the cafe. They found her on the cafe steps shaking with a cut on her neck. She just pointed inside and Dean Liam went to look. They found Martin dead on the ground, a pool of blood by his slashed neck. Liam went back out. “Um, Elizabeth, was there a really tall man about my age with that guy in there? I know you’re shaken, but it’s an important question.”

“No,” she shook her head. “It was just him, and he...”

Liam and Dean listened as she told them what happened. Then they took her home and Dean called Sam to see where he was at. “Walking back to town,” Sam answered. “For a moment I wondered if maybe there was another vampire, and I got ditched.”

“Yeah, well, Martin went a little off his rocker, and now he’s dead.”

“What the hell happened? You or Benny?”

“Me? Why would you think…? Never mind, it was Benny. Look, from what Elizabeth told us, Martin took her hostage and used her as bait. Benny defended himself and Elizabeth, and now he’s long gone. That’s all that matters. Oh, and by the way, there was another vampire, but we took care of the son of a bitch.”

“Whatever, just come get me, would you?”

“Yeah, on our way,” Dean hung up and headed to get Sam.
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