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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 sat with Sam on the porch swing having a beer. “You know, it kinda makes sense now,” Dean looked to his brother. “Astiratu is a bit of a dick because he’s in pain. I don’t know why I didn’t put two and two together before his little speech. I mean, since we’ve gotten mixed up with angels we see how they get used. Astiratu is half angel and gets used the same way, maybe even ridden harder because he’s just that damn good. Thing is, unlike the angels he’s half human with human emotion. He may have learned to push emotion aside to do what needs done, but man, if killing an unborn child is nothing, at the end of the day it’s gotta hurt. Hell, he spent over a year forming a bond with you, then gets ordered to turn around and kill you. That is cold.”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “And from a purely logical standpoint makes perfect sense. I trusted him with my life. I never would have seen it coming. Luckily for me he refused to do it and found a way around it. I guess the powers that be finally found his line in the sand.”

“We’re my ears just burning?” Astiratu appeared beside them.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded, taking a swig of beer. “I was just telling Sam I think I understand you a bit better.”

“Yeah,” Astiratu nodded. “I think with your stint in hell you’ve about gripped the tip of the iceberg.”

“The tip?” Dean raised an eyebrow. “Are we talking the same hell?”

Astiratu chuckled. “Oh, Dean, I do love you, but you are so very human. You spent the equivalent of forty years in hell. Nothing to sneeze at really, but go back and try eight thousand years. Then the whole iceberg will reveal itself. Try being sent to people to help them, and have buckets of piss thrown on you and being pelted with rocks because of your race. Did I personally send the Roman army to invade Judea? Oh, hell no, my only crime was trying to be nice. They saw it as weakness and dog piled. Oh, and let’s not forget that rat bastard Moses. He may have been adopted, but might as well have been blood the way I loved him. Some voice from a burning bush talked to him and he turned on me so fast… I was a young soul then, a little unsure of myself. I wanted to help him out, but I was afraid for my life. You see, when you were royalty back in those days people were lined up to kill you for just about any reason. I was young, but not stupid. I didn’t sleep for four days trying to figure out some damned way to make both sides happy. Then my most trusted servant brought me a nerve tonic because he was worried about me. I slept like the dead, and woke to find my eldest son murdered. It wasn’t every first born in the land like the Bible says. Just mine, by Moses’ hand. And to this very day every year at Passover Jews sit and celebrate the triumph of the great Moses over the evil pharaoh. He murdered a teenage boy in cold blood and I’m the evil one?” Astiratu scoffed.

“That was a very long time ago, Astiratu,” Sam pointed out. “And there are two sides to every coin. History is always painted in favor of the victor. You are not evil, far from it as far as I can see, but people just needed someone to blame.”

Astiratu sighed. “But let’s continue digging at that iceberg, shall we? You heard Anna, angels hate me because I have a wicked sense of humor and I’m different, so no friends there, except Castiel about five hundred years ago. Humans, well, I’ve had over a thousand lives and loved quite a few. I thought they loved me too, but they die and we get reunited in heaven… They take one look at me, at what I am, and suddenly they don’t want anything to do with me. You saw how scared Natalie was when she saw me. I am so much easier to take in that blond pretty boy meat suit. You two are the very first humans to find out what I am and not run away screaming. Now do you idiots get why you mean so much to me?”

“Oh, yeah, I get it,” Dean nodded. “It’s the very same reason you mean so much to me. Being a hunter is a very lonely life. Sure, I had Sam, Bobby, and my dad. Thing is, I was never able to have a special someone. We’re freaks too. That’s why when you waltzed into my life and knew what I was and still wanted to be with me I pinched myself to be sure I wasn’t dreaming.”

Astiratu smiled. “You and I being such similar creatures, I think that’s why we work so well together. But, come here a second.” Dean stood up and approached him. “I want you to feel what I feel. Go on, place your open palm over where my heart would be.”

Dean shrugged and did as instructed. A second later his features scrunched up in agony and he fell to his knees. “Holy freaking crap…”

“That’s the iceberg, pet. Sam, care to give it a go?”

“Why not,” Sam sighed and also placed a hand on Astiratu’s chest. He too was on his knees in a matter of seconds. He got up and poked his head into the house. “Natalie, could you please come here?” he called out.

She came out a few minutes later and her eyes widened when she saw Astirau. Sam put a hand on her shoulder. “Sweetie, I know he looks, well… But you and I both know Liam is just a meat suit, and this is him. Words cannot express how badly he needs that hug right now.”

“Okay,” she nodded and swallowed hard as she inched over to him. She looked a little tense, but she wrapped her arms around him and he hugged her back.

“Thank you,” he smiled at her and placed a hand on her stomach. “Wow… he’s really going to town in there isn’t he?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, a bit more relaxed.

“Anyhow, I best be getting back to my meat suit. Bath water is probably getting cold.”

“What was that all about?” Natalie asked when Astiratu was gone.

“We were just finding out more about him,” Sam answered. “And we got a little taste of eight thousand years of built up anguish.”

“Yeah, god...” Dean sighed and shook his head. “Really puts things into perspective for me. When people find out who we are and what we do and we get that look, it stings a little. But those people are strangers. To go an entire lifetime loving people and then get rejected by them time and time again because you look a little scary... That has really got to hurt.”

“Yep,” Sam nodded. “He really needed that hug because he gets treated like dirt by the very people he tries to save because they mistake kindness for weakness. Then on top of that, when his true self is revealed everyone either hates him or is afraid of him. All he wants is to be loved an appreciated, and he has never really had that.”

Liam came down from his bath and Dean got up to give him a tight hug. “Um… hi… What was that for?” Liam asked.

“That was just for being you,” Dean smiled.

“How do you feel about hot dogs for lunch?” Natalie asked him.

“Not feeling all that hungry,” Liam answered.

“But you’re gonna eat at least one for us anyway,” Dean insisted. “We’ve been over this. Human bodies need food.”

While they ate Sam pulled some papers out. “I was doing some poking around, and I found something interesting. In Sioux City, Iowa a man fell dead in the street. Official cause of death was multiple stabbings, but all the witnesses didn’t see anyone near him. He just fell. Also, there were no rips in his clothing.”

“That’s weird,” Dean said as he shoved the last bit of hot dog in his mouth. “And weird is what we do. Let’s pack it up and go.”

It turned out the dead man was a magician, so they put on their FBI suits and went to talk to his assistant. “So, did your boss have any enemies that you know of?” Dean asked.

“Vance had plenty of enemies,” she answered while gathering up stuff. “He would steal from other magicians. All the time.”

“What would he steal?” Sam asked.

“Stage effects, closeup techniques, anything he could get his hands on.”

“Is that enough to get him killed?” Liam asked.

“These guys take this stuff pretty seriously,” she nodded.

“Did you find anything weird in Vance's stuff? Well, weirder?” Dean asked.

“Matter of fact, I did.” She pulled a ten of swords tarot card out of his cape.

“I'm guessing this didn't belong to Vance,” Sam said as he took it.

“He hated card tricks. Never wanted them around, let alone in his precious cape.”

After some research Dean and Liam approach two older gentleman sitting in a lounge. “You Vernon Haskell?” Dean asked one of them.

“Who's asking?” the guy replied.

“FBI,” Dean said and they pulled out their fake badges. “Looking into the death of Patrick Vance.”

Nearby Jebb Dexter was interviewing Vernon’s friend Jay. “What a douchebag,” Vernon shook his head.

“Couldn't agree more,” Dean nodded. “Is, uh...” he pulled out the tarot card. “This familiar to you?”

“Should it be?” Vernon gave him a funny look.

“Well, I heard that you used tarot cards in your act.”

“My act?” Vernon laughed. “That was a long time ago. I haven't touched a deck in years.”

“Do you know someone that might use them now?” Liam asked.

“Well, there was a guy down on Bleeker Street.”

“Oh, yeah. He, he peddles that kind of specialty stuff,” Vernon’s friend Charlie nodded.

“Did he have a problem with Vance?” Dean asked.

“Matter of fact, Vance crossed him about a year ago. Probably cost him fifty grand in royalties,” Vernon told them.

“You know the exact address?” Dean asked.

“Four twenty-six Bleeker. Ask for Chief.”

“Chief. Thank you,” Dean nodded and pulled Liam away.

They checked the lead out, but it turned out they had been sent on a wild goose chase. The address was some kind of club, and Chief was a gay fetishist. They caught up with Sam again in a theater. “Find anything interesting?” Dean asked his brother.

“Uh, no. You guys?”

“Nothing I want to talk about.”

“We should give it a try sometime though,” Liam chuckled.

“Sorry, Babe, not into that stuff.”

They approached Vernon and Charlie again. “The Chief, huh?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“What's the matter? Chief not your type?” Charlie smirked.

Dean smirked back. “You know, I could have you both arrested for obstruction of justice.”

“How?” Vernon raised an eyebrow. “You're no Fed.”

“We con people for a living, son,” Charlie said. “Takes more than a fake badge to get past us.”

Liam sighed. “Look, we really are trying to figure out how that guy died. A little cooperation would be absolutely super.”

The men turned as their friend Jay came on stage. The trick was the guy was tied up in a straitjacket and a noose was put around his neck. A timer was set to give him only a little over a minute to slip out of the jacket before he was hanged. They watched as his silhouette struggled, then when the timer ran out, he fell. But then the curtain opened and he was unharmed. Liam tilted his head. “There is something very wrong here.”

“I agree,” Sam nodded. “That was not humanly possible.”

They headed back to the motel to do some research on this Jay guy. “Looks like this guy Jay was a pretty big deal in the '70s,” Sam said as he sat at the laptop.

“What got him stuck in their where are they now file?” Dean asked.

“He got old.”

“Okay, so maybe incredible Jay is using real magic to stage a comeback,” Dean suggested.

“It's possible,” Sam nodded. “Some kind of spell that works a death transference.”

“How does the tarot card mix into it?” Liam asked.

“I don't know,” Sam shrugged. “Either of you ever think about getting old?”

Liam shrugged. “Old is relative. I mean, I don’t know. No one knows when their number is up.”

The very next morning Jebb Dexter was found dead. Dean and Liam met Sam in the lobby. “Maid found Jeb hanging from the ceiling fan. Police think it was a suicide,” Dean said as he pulled another tarot card out of his pocket. “I beg to differ. Pulled a little sleight of hand myself. I'm thinking if this spell is a death transference, then these cards work like black magic targets.”

“Any connection between the victims?” Sam asked.

“Jeb was a total douche bag to Jay yesterday.”

“And I found out Vance was heckling Jay at the bar the day he was killed,” Liam said.

“Okay,” Sam nodded. “So, Jay sneaks a card into Vance's pocket, does the table of death, and Vance takes ten swords to the chest. Then Jay slips a noose and Jeb doesn't. Hell of a trick.”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “I think it's time we had a little chat with Jay. Any luck tailing him?”

“He slipped me,” Sam frowned.

They found Jay’s hotel room and busted in gun’s drawn. “Up against the wall!” Dean shouted.

“God, who are you?” Jay cried. “What do you want?”

“We know what you've been up to,” Sam said.

“You been working some real bad mojo to jump start your act,” Dean accused.

“What?” Jay’s eyes widened. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Look, we know you put a spell on those tarot cards,” Sam told him.

“Messing with real magic?” Dean asked.

“Real magic?” Jay looked at them like they were nuts. “Come on, there's no such thing as real magic. Believe me. I've been around this stuff my whole life. It's all just… It's illusions. It's tricks. It’s all fake.”

“Jeb Dexter strung up, was that just an illusion?” Dean shot him a look.

“What? Something happened to Jeb?”

“He was found hanged in his room right after you slipped the noose last night,” Sam told him.

They tied him to a chair and gathered together out of ear shot of him. “Something's not right,” Dean said to his companions.

“Usually they're whipping some badass hoodoo at us by now,” Sam agreed. “Alright, so, if it's not him, who is it?”

“Even if Jay's not working the magic, he's still getting the reward,” Liam pointed out. “His shows are selling out.”

Sam nodded. “So, then, whoever it is, they're obviously in Jay's corner.”

“Alright, so we got Vernon and Charlie on the list. Anyone else?” Dean asked.

“We could always ask him.” Sam suggested.

They turned around and he was gone. “Guess we should have seen that one coming,” Dean sighed.

They searched for him but found no sign. Then the police came in with guns drawn and Jay appeared on the stairs. “That's them! Those are the three nut jobs that just broke into my room!” he shouted.

The guns were pointed at them and Dean turned to Liam. “For once, resist your nature,” he begged.

Liam sighed and let himself be taken into custody.

They were kept and questioned several hours before Jay called and dropped the charges. They went to find Jay. “Jay. Thanks for dropping the charges,” Sam said.

“You mind telling us why you did it?” Dean asked.

“We have to talk,” Jay ushered them into the bar.

Jay had changed his mind because his friend Charlie had been killed in the same strange way as Vance that night after Jay did the table of death again. He believed them, and wanted to get to the bottom of it. At that point their only suspect was Vernon, so they had Jay place a call to his friend to get him out of his room so they could snoop around.

They tossed the whole place, but found nothing unusual. “No herbs, no candles, and no tarot cards,” Sam shook his head.

Liam picked up an old magic show poster. “I… This… We need to go find Jay.”

“Your never failing gut?” Dean asked.

“Yeah.”

They found Jay and Vernon with a now young Charlie talking about living forever. “Not so fast!” Dean shouted as they entered with guns drawn. “Immortality. That's a neat trick.”

Charlie turned to them with a smirk. “It's not a trick. It's magic.”

A noose suddenly lowered to grab Dean by the neck and lifted him up. Sam shot at Charlie, and he just chuckled and spit the bullet out of his mouth. “Hey, bullet catch. Been working on that.”

“Get him!” Dean cried while struggling on the end of the rope.

“Let him go! Now!” Sam demanded.

“Just leave me and my friends alone. Alright, I will give it up, the spells, the hexes. This is the last time. I promise.”

Sam lunged for Charlie and he blinked out of the way, shoving Sam onto the table of death and strapping him into it. Charlie turned to Liam who looked back and forth between Dean and Sam. “Now, what’s the third Musketeer going to do?” Charlie chuckled.

“This,” Liam growled as he held a hand out and his eyes narrowed in concentration. Then he pulled his gun out and shot Charlie dead in the chest.

Charlie’s eyes widened in shock as he stared down at his chest. “What are…?” he muttered before he fell dead.

The rope dropped Dean and the table released Sam so he could get out of the way just before the swords fell. Liam retrieved the tarot cards from Charlie’s body. “I need to destroy these.”

“Astiratu, not that I’m complaining, but...” Dean shook his head.

“Who?” Liam turned and looked to Dean with confusion. “You think I was possessed again?”

Sam and Dean both stood shocked. “Kinda,” Dean nodded. “But you’re you? Do you remember…?”

“Killing Charlie? Yeah, I do. I don’t know how I did it, I just… did…” Liam sighed and sat on the edge of the stage with his head in his hands. “My dad was right, I am some kind of freak,” he whimpered.

Dean sat beside him and rubbed his back. “Babe, you are not a freak. That jerk off was killing us, and you pulled something from inside yourself and saved us. I think that’s pretty special.”

Liam looked up at him with tears in his eyes. “That I can do something like that, that doesn’t freak you out at all?”

“Nope,” Dean chuckled. “If I were an average person, maybe, but my life is full of the unexplained. Not to mention I know you. You do what needs to be done for the greater good, but you would never just up and hurt some random person walking down the street. There is a very sweet and loving guy in there that I love very much.” He pulled Liam in for a kiss and hugged him tight.
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