Hunting Humanity VI | By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1143 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Dean started twitching and mumbling in his sleep, which woke Liam. The blond watched until Dean shot up awake. “Something troubling you?” Liam asked.
Dean turned around to look at him. “There’s always something troubling me. The way we lost Cas, killing Amy behind Sam’s back, losing you for two weeks. And hell, the last few days I’ve been waking up half expecting you to be gone again because you realized how stupid taking me back really was.”
Liam raised an eyebrow. “Is that your way of telling me you’ll make an idiot out of me again?”
“No. It’s just, who the hell would want this life? You left and got away from it. I found you in a nice apartment with a respectable cop who probably has his head on straight. Being in this four star hotel getting treated special, it’s been nice, but it’s not gonna last. We talked about that. I’m gonna look for a job and it’s back to crap holes and greasy diner food. I’’m a psychologically damaged dick that really can’t offer you anything.”
Liam leaned up on his elbow. “Maybe I am out of my mind taking you back. But you know what? I had to lie to Ethan. As far as he knew Monday was my twenty fifth birthday. I had to act normal and well adjusted around him. True, I could’ve gotten the piercings I’ve been thinking about, but I couldn’t paint my nails on a whim, or any of the other strange things I do.”
“You’ve been thinking about piercings?”
“Yeah, for a long time now. I wanted to at least do my ears, but with you there’s no point. One, they would just be something that could get ripped out during a fight. Two, I’d have to take them out when playing FBI, which we do frequently.”
Dean stroked his cheek. “I just want you to be happy. I’ve been thinking, and if crawling back to Ethan would make you happier, it would hurt like hell, but I want you to do it.”
Liam sighed. “Lying next to you, even in a crap one star motel, that makes me relatively happy. It’s true, I like the finer things in life, but I don’t have to have them. The hole in the wall motels and the greasy diner food, that’s fine as long as you love me.”
Dean ran his fingers through Liam’s hair and kissed him. “I do. I know I screwed up big and I have issues and stuff, but if you believe anything, believe that.”
“I came back because I want to believe it. I’ve let it all hang out around you guys, and I want to believe you love me, crazy and all.”
Dean chuckled. “I find the crazy endearing. It’s cute when you get into Natalie’s nail polish and paint your nails bright pink. I only make you take it off when we leave because an FBI agent would not have bright pink fingernails.”
“But you let me keep it on my toes.” He pushed the covers down and revealed his purple painted toenails. “I couldn’t resist. I’ve been wanting to for a while.”
“And what cute toes they are,” Dean smiled and shifted so he could kiss them and take one his mouth to suck on.
Liam whimpered and closed his eyes. “That feels good.”
There was a knock at the door and Dean groaned as he threw a robe on to answer it. Sam was at the door dressed in sweats and all sweaty. “You're, you're a mess, and you stink,” Dean wrinkled his nose.
“I was at the gym doing cardio. It’s good for you. I will take a shower, just wanted to check in with you guys.”
“Well the vacation is over. We’re gonna get breakfast and a shower and then I’m looking for a job.”
“Okay. I’ll just get a shower and pack up and then come back here.”
Sam left and Liam moved to put some clothes on. “I know most of the time we have to be low key and stuff, but would it hurt to come here for a few days every year on my birthday?”
“I think celebrating your birth is something we can and should do. All of us going for a massage, that was awesome. Thank you for being generous with me by the way. I know you’re angry, but you’re a saint, I swear.”
“What you did really hurt. And I’m talking major emotional pain here that’s gonna take a while to heal.”
“I’m sorry,” Dean kissed his cheek. “I’ll keep trying to make up for it.”
When Sam came up with his luggage Dean was on the laptop. “Got anything?” Sam asked.
“You ever heard of a town called Prosperity, Indiana? Two of their fine citizens died over the past two weeks. Uh, this one chick, she, uh, roasted underneath one of those beehive hair dryers at the hair salon, and this other guy boiled in a hot tub.”
Sam sat on the bed. “You don't see a lot of that. It's worth checking out.”
They checked out and Dean’s eyes bugged out when he saw the final bill. Liam sighed and climbed into the Impala. When they got to Indiana Sam went to talk to the woman’s sister and Liam and Dean went to check out the hair salon. “And nobody was back here but Wendy?” Dean asked the guy who found her.
“No. But I was only gone for a minute.”
“You can't even crank these things past a certain temperature, am I wrong?”
“If it started to blow a fuse or something, it would have shut down.”
Liam poked at the offending hairdryer. “Oh. Basically, you're saying that this couldn't have happened.”
Dean looked behind the hairdryer frame and found some kind of coin. When they left he called Sam. “Wait. What kind of a coin?” Sam asked.
“It's not American. I don't know where it's from. It was wedged back behind one of those machines. Somebody could have dropped it. Of course, they don't have pockets in those robe thingies that they make you wear.”
Sam laughed. “I didn't realize you were such a spa expert.”
“Shut up. I observe with my eyes.”
“Yeah, whatever you say. So, you thinking it must be some kind of hex talisman?”
“Uh, maybe.”
“All right. Pick me up.”
“Yeah, I'll be there in a bit.”
Liam was looking around at the plants by the bench that had Wendy’s picture on it. “Hey, person that observes with your eyes, these are all dead.”
“I noticed and I filed it away. Let’s go get Sam.”
They went to another crime scene where a man at a construction site had been murdered by a nail gun. Sam and Liam went into a little portable building with the laptop while Dean checked out the body. When Dean finished he joined up with them. “So, another victim everybody likes.”
“Not everybody,” Liam commented.
“Another physically impossible death. Anybody got any ideas? Oh, I, uh, found another one of these, just like at the, uh, the hairdryer brain roast.” Dean handed Sam another coin.
Sam looked up from the screen. “And I found a connection with all the victims. Um, these email logs show Wendy, the real estate chick, uh, Carl, the architect, and this Dewey guy were all working on a shopping center project together.”
“Why didn't we know about that?” Dean asked.
“Well, it all fell apart for some reason. I mean, there are these emails back and forth, pretty hot and heavy, and suddenly they just stopped.”
“So, everybody working on this project has died?”
“Well, not yet. Um, they were working with a developer, a guy named Don Stark.”
“Don Stark? Why do I know that name?”
They looked around town and found the name pop up just about everywhere. “Man, this Stark guy is really plugged in, huh?” Sam said as he looked at a bust of the man.
Dean sighed. “So, all the players in this shopping center project have either fried, boiled, or kebabbed. He could be next.”
Sam’s phone beeped and he picked it up to look at it. “Alright. Bobby emailed back. I sent him a few pics of those coins you found. He says the writing is Romanian Cyrillic, used only in the mid fifteenth to the nineteenth century. Apparently, it's an antique Wallachian ducat.”
“So, we're looking for an old Romanian?” Dean asked.
“Um,” Liam pointed to the plants around the bust. “These are all dead too, like at that bench.”
Their next stop was Don Stark’s house. “If the bureau's involved, I assume you think all three were murdered,” Don said.
“It's looking that way, yes.” Dean nodded.
“Now, Mr. Stark, you had a relationship with all three victims, correct?” Sam asked.
“Oh, I knew them in business circles, I guess, sure.”
“And you were all involved in a, uh, shopping center project. Why'd that fall through?” Dean asked.
“Uh, these things happen.”
A blonde woman appeared in the doorway. Don smiled at her. “Oh. Jenny. These gentlemen are from the FBI. Jenny Klein, my assistant.”
She smiled back. “Hi, there. Okay, Don, I'm off to the cleaner's, and then I'm gonna stop at Beaman, Beaman, and Beaman for the revised contracts.”
“Hurry on back. You know how things fall apart without you.”
She laughed. “Oh, I baked you some cupcakes. Coconut.”
“Coconut. You're too good to me, Jenny.”
“I'll see you soon,” she said as she left.
“You know, could you point me to the restroom?” Sam asked. “I had a little bit too much java.”
“Yeah, around the corner, down the hall.”
“Thanks,” Sam smiled as he left the room.
“You have any business rivals?” Liam asked Don.
“Sure, tons. You know, real estate's brutal. On the other hand, I've demonstrated my love for this town, and I think it's safe to say I'm respected for what I've done here.” He started showing them awards he’d been given by the town. “Like I said, success breeds fierce competition, but in the end, everyone here respects and admires me.”
“Including your wife?” Sam asked as he reappeared. Everyone looked at him. “Sorry. It's just, we heard the two of you were splitting up, right?”
“Yeah, that's, uh, what we heard,” Dean nodded.
Don nodded. “Yeah, Maggie and I are going through a tough time. It's a separation, temporary. Sometimes, you know, you grow apart. It's no one's fault.”
“And how would you describe the, uh, issues between you and your wife?” Sam asked.
Don shrugged. “It’s just one of those marital misunderstandings, you know.”
“No, I'm sorry. I don't.”
“It's one of those vague, hard to define passages.”
“She caught you cheating, huh? I couldn't help but notice, uh, things were kind of cordial between you and your assistant. Pretty good with the ladies there, Mr. Stark? It's a blessing and a curse, isn't it?” Liam gave Dean a sideways glance.
“Guys, I'm a people person, and I admire dynamic, confident women.”
“Admire?” Sam raised an eyebrow.
“Okay, look, it's true I had a recent little thing with a business associate, but that's all it was.”
“A thing?” Liam glared at him a bit.
“Yeah,” Don nodded.
“Yeah. No, see, Don, uh, wives generally think of an affair as something more than a thing.”
“Yes, and when Maggie found out about it, she needed some time off, temporarily.”
“Now, if we were to guess that the, uh, business associate was Wendy Goodson, would we win the weekend trip to Maui?” Dean asked.
“No, her death had nothing to do with the affair. It was over long before her accident.”
“If it was an accident.”
“You're not implying that Maggie was behind this.”
Sam shook his head. “No, we're not implying anything. We're just saying you should be careful. And take her to dinner and apologize.”
“Yeah, and, uh, grovel. Wouldn't hurt,” Dean added.
They left and stood out on the front porch. Sam turned to his companions. “Found a bunch of hex junk in their stuff, clearly her thing. And the empty closet didn't seem like she was coming back anytime soon.”
Dean nodded. “So, Don admires Wendy, biblically, Wendy dies weird, and the scorned wife is into the dark stuff.”
“Serves him right,” Liam mumbled.
Dean sighed. “Babe, don’t let your issues bleed into this. I grovelled and gave you everything you wanted for a few days. How long are you going to be mad?”
“I don’t know, but probably a while.”
“Look at all these dead plants,” Sam changed the subject.
Dean looked around. “Huh. It's kind of like the real estate lady's place and Don's statue thing.”
Sam nodded. “You know, if she's strong enough, just being pissed off is enough to send some pretty bad vibes their way.”
Dean pulled out his phone and called Bobby. Then they went to the wife’s home. Dean and Liam went inside to investigate while Sam kept watch. In the bedroom closet they found an altar with pictures of all the victims that had symbols drawn in blood on them. On the board was a picture of Jenny Klein. Dean grabbed the picture off the board. “Don, keep it in your pants, man,” Dean shook his head.
“Good advice,” Liam glared at him.
“Liam,” Dean sighed. “I don’t know what you want me to do here.”
“Turn back the clock and don’t go to that bar. Maybe even turn the clock back to before I met you.”
“That’s harsh,” Dean frowned. “And it kinda hurt.”
“Well, you hurt me pretty damn bad, so...”
They heard a car alarm go off and Dean peaked out the window. “Shit, we gotta go!”
They managed to sneak out without Mrs. Stark noticing. Sam was waiting for them. “Spoiler alert,” Dean showed Sam the picture of Jenny. “Jenny Klein's next. Swiped her photo off a hex deck, but Maggie's gonna notice it's gone eventually. We got to get over to Jenny's.”
They rushed to Jenny’s house and found her leaning over her sink with blood dripping from her mouth. “Find the coin, now!” Dean shouted as he grabbed her.
Sam found it on top of the cupboards and put it on the counter and shot it. Jenny seemed okay then and Dean helped her to the couch. “There were tiny beating hearts in my cupcakes. There were hearts in my cupcakes, hearts in my cupcakes! That's never happened before! Hearts in my cupcakes! Oh, my God. What just happened?”
“You were hexed,” Sam told her simply.
“Hexed? Who are you people? What the hell do I do?”
Dean looked at her. “What you do is you go in there and you pack a bag, you get in your car, and you go.”
“Go where?” Jenny asked.
“It doesn't matter. Look, five or six hundred miles ought to do it. You got someone real powerful real pissed, and they're trying to get rid of you now. In line with that, you might want to cool things with Don Stark,” Sam said.
“Don Stark? What are you talking about?” Jenny looked confused.
“You and Don. You know,” Dean looked at her.
“You know? There's no you know.”
“No?” Liam looked surprised.
“Don Stark is my boss. That's it. He's married, for God sake. Me and Don Stark. Ew.”
They left and Bobby called to tell them how to kill the witch. Sam went to go collect the ingredients while Dean and Liam went back to the motel. Liam left for a bit and came back with a big piece of coconut cream pie and handed it to Dean. “Pie!” Dean smiled. Liam handed him a plastic fork. “That’s very nice of you. Wait, a little too nice considering how pissed you are at me. Did you do something to it?”
Liam sat on the bed and smirked. “If I told you that what fun would it be for me?”
“You evil little… You took the one thing you know I love and you dangled it in front of me. You really are a bitch when you’re mad.” Sam came back with a reeking plastic bag. “Ugh. That is...”
“Chicken feet, just like the recipe calls for,” Sam answered. “Butcher's fridge is down.”
“I can smell that.”
“Uh, says the power's been wonky and that he's lost so much product he probably won't make rent. Ditto every shop on the block, nothing but burst pipes and blackouts. He says it's like all of a sudden the town ran out of luck. What’s with the pie?”
“Liam bought it for me, but obviously I can’t eat it because he’s pissy so he probably put something in it.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “I really doubt that. Dean, he may be a pissed off evil little brat, but he loves you enough to take you back. He’s just playing a head game. Eat the pie.”
“I don’t know...” Dean sighed.
“Liam, did you do anything to the pie?” Sam asked.
“I put my finger in it to have a taste.”
“And that’s all?” Sam looked at him.
“That’s all.”
Sam turned to his brother. “Now you know what was done to it. Does his finger bother you?”
“No,” Dean answered and started eating the pie.
They gathered everything together and headed for the auction house where they knew she would be. When they arrived police cars were outside. They grabbed their FBI badges and went in to have a look. A decapitated body was on the floor. “Whoa. Clean up on aisle seven,” Dean commented.
Liam tilted his head. “Okay, I don't guess she'd do this to her own auction.”
Dean shook his head. “No, obviously it was someone who hated her guts and wanted her party trashed.”
“Don Stark,” Sam sighed.
They headed back out to the car. Dean got in the driver’s side. “So, the mister's a witch, himself. That means we got not just one pissed off witch. We've got two. It's full on War of the Roses.”
They drove to Don’s house and sat outside to wait. “Where is she?” Sam asked.
“She'll be here,” Dean assured his brother. “They've been throwing thunderbolts at each other's favorite toys. There's nothing left to destroy but each other. This is basically ground zero.”
Sam sighed. “I hope so. We're gonna need them both in the same place if we're gonna take them down.”
Then they saw Maggie’s car drive up. They waited until she was inside before following with the bowl and a match. Liam sneaked off up to the bedroom to work a little spell of his own. When he came back down Dean and Sam were trying to talk to the couple, and not doing a very good job. Liam entered the room. “There’s the third musketeer!” Don shouted. “Where did you come from? What tricks you got up your sleeve?”
Liam held up his hands. “No tricks, I swear. What matters here is that we’ve got a major problem. Maggie, I know exactly how you feel right now. Dean and I, we’re a couple, and almost three weeks ago he picked up a bar maid. So, yeah, you’re pissed, and so am I. Thing is, I’m here right now because I still love the idiot. Sure, I might get a piece of pie and use it to screw with his head a little, but I love him. Like you I left, but he chased after me and grovelled so I took him back. Don, are you genuinely sorry about what you did?”
“Yes, I swear it, Babe. I made a mistake. I'm sorry, Maggie.”
“See?” Liam looked back and forth between them. “You just need to talk it out. Just like I wouldn’t actually poison Dean, I’m sure you two don’t really want to kill each other.”
Don turned to Maggie. “He's right. I couldn't kill you. All I ever wanted is you, Mags. I've been crushing on you since forever. You're the woman that I want to never grow old with.”
“I could never murder you either, Don. It's crazy... But true.”
They kissed and Liam helped Sam and Dean up and they quietly left. “Where did you go anyway?” Dean asked when they got back to the car.
“Insurance policy in case your spell didn’t work, which apparently it didn’t.”
Dean sighed as he started driving. “According to Maggie it didn’t work because the chicken feet weren’t chilled. You actually did an awesome job. I’m glad you love me and I hope you wouldn’t really poison me.”
“No, I really wouldn’t. I’m just really hurt and really angry. You might have to deal with some jabs until I get it out of my system.”
Dean sighed. “Fair enough I guess.”
They went back to the motel and Dean sat on the bed. “It's been a long day.”
“And it's not over yet,” a man burst in the door. “Hi, Sam. Hi, Dean.”
“Do we know you?” Sam asked.
“Well, I definitely know you. You're the dead guys. Well, you will be in a minute.” Dean shot him but the bullet popped out and he bled black goo. “Sorry. You're a bit outmatched.”
The intruder threw Dean against the wall. Liam charged him and was grabbed by the throat and choked. Liam kept kicking and punching but the thing wasn’t phased. Then Don Stark appeared in the doorway and the intruder fell electrocuted. “Don. Well, thank you. We owe you,” Dean got up.
Don stepped in. “Good god. What is that thing?”
“I guess we should be figuring that out,” Sam said.
“It is on our to do list,” Dean got up to check on Liam. “You okay?”
“I’ll live,” Liam got up.
Don headed toward the bed. “You know, find a bottomless pit and drop it in. Spell only lasts for a few days.”
“Uh, what are you even doing here?” Sam asked.
“Apparently, saving your lives twice.” He reached under the mattress and pulled out a coin.
Dean’s eyes widened. “She was gonna kill us? We just saved your damn marriage.”
“Yeah, but to be fair, you also tried to kill her. You know how she is when she gets a bug up her ass. Got to love her, right? Right. Bottomless pit. Ciao!”
Don left and Dean went out to the car to get chains to chain up in the intruder. “Now I kinda feel a little bit bad,” Liam said as he sat on the bed.
“What did you do?” Sam asked.
“You’ll see.”
Dean finished chaining up the intruder. “Well, I think we should get out of here.” He pulled out his phone and called Bobby to tell him what happened. “Yeah, he's ready for transport. I just hope you got someplace you can put him, Bobby.”
Sam put the guy in the back seat and Dean tossed him the keys. “Why don’t you drive and Liam will sit in my lap. I hope you’re feeling loving, Babe.”
“It’s you or the leviathan. I’ll sit in your lap.”
Dean got in the passenger seat and Liam got into his lap and leaned against him. They drove past the Stark house and it was engulfed in flames. “Holy crap,” Sam’s eyes went wide. “Is that what you did?”
“Yeah.”
“How?” Dean asked.
“I used those two coins we found. Bobby has his spells, I have mine.”
Dean shook his head. “You’re kinda scary. Makes me really glad you love me.”
“I do,” Liam nuzzled Dean a little. “And I’m actually feeling very loving at the moment.” He grabbed Dean’s arm and moved it around his waist.
“That’s good,” Dean smiled a little and kissed his neck.
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