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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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Liam sat on the couch with Dean in Rufus’ cabin. “Why are we here instead of where we should be?” Liam asked.

Dean sighed. “After the whole Benny and Martin thing, Sam and I, we need some time apart.”

“So, I guess I’m the kid that gets hurt in the divorce.”

“What?” Dean blinked.

“Dean, you may be my partner, but Sam has become my friend. I came here with you because I love you, even though some days you say and do things that make me really question my decisions regarding you. Just because you and Sam aren’t getting along doesn’t mean Sam isn’t still my friend and I don’t care about him or miss him.”

Before the conversation could continue Castiel appeared. “Dean, I need your help. The angel Samandiriel. He's been taken.”

Dean sat up. “You mean Alfie, the wiener on a stick kid?”

“Yes. I, uh, I heard his distress call this morning.”

“On what, angel radio? I thought you shut that down.”

“Well, my penance, it's going well, and I thought it was time to turn it back on. I've, uh, been helping people, Dean.”

“Well, good for you. Alright. So, who snatched heaven's most adorable angel?”

“Crowley.”

“I’m listening.”

“Samandiriel is being held in the general vicinity of Hastings, Nebraska.”

“The general vicinity? That's all you got?”

“Yes, which is why I need your help. It seems this is gonna involve talking to people.”

Dean stood and patted the angel on the shoulder. “Come on, Cas, I thought you were a hunter now.”

“Well, I thought so too, but it seems I lack a certain...”

“Skill?” Dean went over to Liam’s laptop and opened it up. “Alright. What am I looking for?”

“Well, when you torture an angel, it screams, and that kind of pain, it creates a ripple effect of strange incidents. Where's Sam?”

“Sam's gone. It's all right. We'll, uh, find Alfie ourselves.”

They all three got in the car and made the long drive to Geneva, Nebraska where there was a man in the hospital who had been burned by a burning bush. Dean put on a press badge and they went in to see him. “Mr. Hinckley? Hi. Uh, we're from the, uh, ‘Geneva Gazette’. I wanted to ask you a few questions about your ambush,” Dean gave a little chuckle.

“Yeah, well, I'd laugh, too if it didn't feel like the sun just ate my face.”

“Sorry. Uh, now, in the police report, it said that the, uh, bush, it talked to you, yeah?”

“Yeah, I know it sounds crazy, but, yeah.”

“And what did it say?” Castiel asked.

“No clue. Sounded like Klingon to me.”

“Gonna need exact words,” Dean insisted.

“Are you serious?”

“That's his serious face, yes,” Castiel nodded.

“As much as you can remember, Mr. Hinckley,” Dean looked at him.

Mr. Hinckley concentrated. “Sounded something like... sol-voch. Yeah. Sol-voch-tay.”

Dean thanked him and they left the room. Dean turned to Castiel. “Well, what do you think? Mean anything to you?”

The angel nodded. “Yes. It's Enochian. It means obey.”

“Obey what?”

“I don't know. But the amount of pain an angel must be in not just to manifest through shrubbery but to burn, Dean... we have to find him before it's too late.”

“Okay, well, look, a sign like that, Alfie can't be too far, right? So we'll just start at the bush and work our way out.”

“And look for what exactly? Crowley could have him anywhere.”

“Well, if I know Crowley, the place will be swarming with demons, so we'll just drive till we see ugly.”

They got back in the car and started searching. “You don’t talk much, do you?” Castiel said to Liam who was in the passenger seat.

Liam shrugged. “I speak when I’ve got something important to say. I guess maybe it’s conditioning. All those years I was with Jason I was the assistant. He did the hunting, and I did what was asked of me. He preferred me silent unless I had anything of relevance to add.”

Dean snorted. “You sure that was a relationship?”

“Well, when we weren’t working we would sit and talk. I guess we had a typical 1930’s style relationship where I was the woman. I don’t know. It worked well enough.”

Dean pulled up to another old factory with some men standing outside around a fire in a barrel. “Wow, will you look at that? Our ninth abandoned factory. Ain't that America? Hey, what do you say, this doesn't pan out, we head back to that beer and bacon happy hour about a mile back, huh?”

Castiel focused. “Wait a minute, Dean. Those derelicts, they're demons. I can see their true faces.”

Dean grabbed his binoculars to look around and saw another man on the balcony above them. “Crowley's got that many hell monkeys outside, he's got to have at least double inside.”

“And angel warding. I can feel it.”

“Well, you, me, Liam, and a demon knife ain't gonna cut it.”

“Okay. I'll get Sam.”

“No. We don't need Sam,” Dean insisted.

“But you just said-”

“Look, if Sam wanted in, he'd be here, okay? I got a better idea.”

They drove out to the house boat where Kevin was being kept and boarded. Kevin was sitting at a table with the half tablet and a notebook. “Slow read?” Dean came up behind him.

“Slowest.”

“Where’s Garth?”

Kevin shrugged. “Supply run? I don't know. Sort of lost track of when he comes and goes. You guys need help with something? I'm working here.”

“You look horrible,” Castiel commented.

“Yeah, thanks.”

“He's right. Are you okay, Kevin?” Dean asked.

“Fine. I'm just in the middle of this.”

“And? Any luck?”

“Interpreting half a demon tablet? No. I got nothing.”

“Alright, well, buck up, because, uh, we need some more of that demon TNT ASAP.”

“You used it all?”

“Yeah, so let's whip up another batch.”

“Sure. West Bank witch hazel, skull of Egyptian calf, the tail of some random ass newt that may or may not be extinct.”

“Alright, I get it, ingredients are hard to come by, huh?”

“That's just the first three ingredients.”

“Give me the list. I'll get what we need,” Castiel insisted.

Kevin sighed and started writing everything down. “There.”

Castiel took the list and disappeared. Dean started pacing while they waited. Kevin put on headphones to ignore him and concentrate. “I mean, come on. How long's it take to get a calf skull from Egypt?” Dean sighed. Dean’s phone rang and he picked it up. “Hey, I thought I told you to go underground.”

“Hey. I am so far underground, I'm breathing through a straw, brother. Uh, look, what happened with your friend Martin back there, it wasn't supposed to go down that way,” Benny said on the other end of the line.

“I know. Your granddaughter told me.”

“Dean, you did this old dog a real solid, and, uh, the way you stood up for me...”

“Well, shoe on the other foot, you would have done the same.”

“Yeah. I hate to ask for much else, but I don't suppose there's any chance you're anywhere near the Catskills?”

“Working a case on the other side of the country. Why? What's up?”

“Yeah, just hitting a little rough patch, I guess. You know, doing this whole solo thing.”

“Benny, one day at a time, man.”

“You know what? A cup of coffee sure would do me good.”

“Alright, as soon as I'm done with this case, I'll, uh, be there, okay?”

“Yeah. Alright, brother. Thank you.”

Dean hung up and tapped Kevin on the shoulder. “Hey. Where is your mom?”

“Somewhere safe.”

“You kicked your mom to the curb?”

“She was too distracting. I couldn't focus. The angels said I had to go to the desert to learn the word of God, all right? So, this is my desert.”

“Yeah, but your mom's your mom.”

“I can't enjoy a world I need to save, Dean. I can enjoy it when this is all over with. For right now, there's nothing more important than this.”

Castiel returned a little while later with Sam in tow. “I got what we need.”

“What's he doing here?” Dean eyed his brother.

Sam sighed. “Don't worry, Dean. Once we save Alfie, I'm out.”

“Oh, once we save Alfie. Don't hurt yourself, Sam. Cas and Liam and I can handle it.”

“Not according to Cas.”

“I told you we didn't need him.”

“We need everything, Dean,” Castiel argued. “And I need both of you, as you say, to stow your crap. Can you do that?”

Sam looked to his brother. “Dean, just because you’re not my favorite person at the moment… I don’t want to see you or my hobbit hurt or dead, okay?” Liam ran over to hug Sam. “Hey, hobbit,” Sam hugged him back.

They drove back to the factory and got out of the car. Castiel turned to address them. “So, there are four main points of warding, north, south, east, and west, and four Enochian symbols, like this that you need to destroy before I can enter,” he drew a symbol on Sam’s palm.

“Okay, so, what? We go in, take care of the hell mooks, and you extract the angel?” Dean asked.

Castiel nodded. “Yes. After killing so many, I need to save at least this one.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Sam nodded.

Dean took out Liam’s knife. “Okay. Let's do this.”

“Wait. Here,” Castiel handed his angel sword out to Sam. “This doesn't just work on angels. It kills demons too.”

“Thanks, Cas,” Sam took it.

They quietly made their way to the side of the building. Sam and Liam hid in the shadows while Dean let out a low whistle. One of the demons outside came over to investigate. He advanced on Dean, but Sam came up behind him and stabbed him with Castiel’s sword, killing him. Dean gave a little smirk. “Well, not my most original work, but...”

Sam searched the body and found a set of keys that he tossed to Dean. Dean unlocked the side door and they headed down the hall. Symbols were drawn all over the place, but they found one that looked just like what was drawn on Sam’s hand and Sam took a can of spray paint to paint a big X over it. Then they split up.

Liam ran into Sam who had one dead demon at his feet and another on his back. The blond ran up and touched the demon, killing him. “Thanks,” Sam panted.

Dean came across them and waved them over. “Come on.”

They could hear the angel’s screams as they headed down a hallway. Then they heard footsteps and stopped. Two pairs of demons were coming from two different directions. Each of the brothers lit a demon bomb and threw it, taking cover behind a wall as they exploded.

They followed the screams to a thick metal door. Dean spray painted over the symbol on the door. “Alright, anytime now, Cas.” Dean mumbled.

Castiel appeared, panting heavily. “Cas! Hey! You okay?” Sam asked.

“It must be the sigils. I'm not at full power.”

“Help me muss this crud,” Dean said to his companions.

“No, wait!” Castiel protested. “There's no time. Samandiriel won't last much longer.”

“Cas. Here, take this,” Sam handed Castiel’s sword back to him. Dean tried the door and it was locked. “Dean, hurry up. Come on!” Sam urged when Castiel covered his ears and backed up.

Dean slammed his hand on the door. Castiel sank down to a crouch. “Alright. Plan B,” Dean sighed.

“We have a plan B?” Sam asked.

Dean moved to the other side of the hall, running at the door and slamming his entire body into it. It still didn’t budge. Sam followed his lead and tried the same. Liam motioned for them to stop. He pressed his hand to the door and closed his eyes in concentration. There was a loud bang as the door flew off its hinges and half way across the room. “Holy mother of...” Dean’s eyes widened.

They entered the room. Samandriel was strapped to a chair with a metal device with screws in his head. A demon was standing by him, and Dean went for the demon while Castiel headed for Samandriel.

Three more demons rushed in. Sam took one, and Liam started struggling with the other two, easily killing them. Then he killed the one on top of Sam by grabbing him by the throat. Dean was about to stab the demon who was torturing the angel. “Wait! I know things,” the demon blurted out.

“Cas! Go!” Dean shouted.

“Good,” the demon nodded. “There's so much you don't know. You need me.”

“Yeah, I don't think so,” Dean stabbed him. A light flashed in his eyes and he was dead.

Liam stood over the door on the floor looking upset. “What’s wrong, hobbit?” Sam asked.

Liam looked up. “I think there’s something not human inside me.”

“Yeah, how did you do that anyway?” Dean asked.

Liam shrugged. “Same way I do any of the weird stuff I do. A little voice in my head guides me through it. It’s all a matter of focused energy.”

Dean grabbed both of Liam’s hands. “Well, Babe, I wouldn’t worry too much about it.”

“I just blew away a bolted shut metal door like it was made of straw. How can I not worry about that? Who the hell does shit like that?”

“Hey,” Dean moved one hand to cup his mate’s cheek. “Yeah, you do weird shit alright, things mere mortals can’t, but everything you’ve done, it’s been for good. It just means you have a very potent soul, but it’s also a very good soul.”

Liam looked into Dean’s eyes. “But what else can I do that I don’t know about?”

Dean shrugged. “We’ll see I guess. That little voice always seems to guide you when we really need it. So, we’ll see. Now, let’s get out of here.”

They made their way back to the car and found Castiel cradling Samandriel’s dead body. “Cas! What the hell happened?” Sam asked.

“He was compromised. He came at me. I killed him in self defense.” A little blood trickled from Castiel’s eye as he stood.

“Cas, you okay?” Dean asked.

“My vessel must have been damaged in the melee. I have to go. Samandiriel's remains belong in heaven. Thank you both for everything you've done.” With that Castiel disappeared with Samandriel.

“That seemed a little odd,” Liam leaned against the car. “But I’m too hungry and tired to put much thought into it.”

Dean nodded and they went to get some food and find a motel for the night. Sam joined Dean and Liam in their room and Sam spray painted the angel warding symbol on the door. “Okay. That should do it. Cas can't see or hear us now.”

“Okay, what the hell?” Dean looked to his brother.

“I know,” Sam sighed.

“I told you something was off with him since he got back from Purgatory.”

“So, what, you think someone's messing with him or something?”

“Who?”

“Angels?”

“Why would the angels have him kill another angel?”

“The part about Samandriel being compromised sounded true enough to me,” Liam chimed in.

“And you’ve noticed him disappear for like a second on us, right?” Dean asked.

“Yes.”

Dean shook his head. “Then something is definitely going on. Sam, why don’t you just go get some sleep, and I’ll see you when I see you.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “You make it seem like you’re not coming home with me in the morning.”

“Are we?” Dean looked confused.

“Well, I mean, I was very upset with you, and for good reason, but you two are my big brother and my hobbit. It seems like with all the crap staring us down it isn’t a good idea to split up for good now.”

“And you’re sure?” Dean took a step toward his brother. “Because it’s gotta be both feet in, or both feet out.”

“I know,” Sam nodded. “I’ll see you for breakfast in the morning.”

When Sam was gone Dean wrapped his arms around Liam from behind and kissed the side of his neck. “Playtime, or too tired?”

“Too tired,” Liam answered as he stripped down and climbed into bed.

“Alright,” Dean also stripped and climbed in beside him to cuddle close. Dean’s phone rang, and he groaned as he reached for it. When he saw who it was he answered. “I'm sorry, man. I, um, I'm not gonna make it.”

“You mean now, or...?” Benny asked.

“Listen, Benny. Everything you've done for me, I will never forget, but, uh... This is it.”

“End of the line?”

“End of the line.”

“Yeah, well, I never liked these cellphones anyway.”

“You, uh... You stay good, all right?”

“You too, Dean. And, uh... Thanks for the ride.”

“Yeah, man. Adios.”

Dean hung up and Liam looked up at him. “For your brother?”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded and kissed Liam before settling back down to sleep for the night.
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