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Hunting Humanity VIII	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Liam woke in a motel bed sometime in the early morning, weak sunlight coming through the window just enough to be able to see by. He saw that Dean was sitting up against the headboard staring off into space. Liam put a hand gently on his thigh and nuzzled into him. “Something wrong, love?”

Dean swallowed hard. “You shouldn’t be here. You should’ve stayed with Sam and Cas. Crowley was right, I get people killed,” a hand wandered to lightly caress the slowly fading scar on the blond’s chest.

Liam sat up a little more and let out a small sigh. “Not that I remember splitting up, but… I’ve come to the conclusion that whatever keeps taking me over, it’s that thing inside me that’s itching like hell to slaughter every demon and monster in existence. It guides me, and I guess when more is required… I don’t know. I do know it is a part of me though. I’ve felt it there to some degree my entire life now that I think about. There were more times than I’d like to think about that my dad came pretty close to killing me. It’s sad to think that there was a part of a young child that just wanted to give in and embrace death, to have it all over and done with. But then there was this other, stronger part that wouldn’t hear of such a thing. A little voice whispering in my ear that I had to buckle down and endure. That one day the bastard would get his, and I’d be able to stand over his grave and piss on it knowing that I didn’t let him have what he wanted.”

A little smile ghosted Dean’s lips and with a finger he lightly stroked Liam’s cheek. “And I love that part of you. It’s certifiably insane, but it doesn’t know how to give up.”

“Exactly. And had I been myself at the moment you walked away I would’ve followed just as my inner freak did. Dean, I know the risks and I’m not afraid. It just really isn’t in me to cower in a corner to make you feel better. I love you dearly, and would move Mount Everest for you, but I won’t hide.”

“I kind of figured, which is why you’re inner freak getting into the passenger seat didn’t surprise me much. And truth be told, part of me is glad. You always seem to know what I need, and you give it to me.”

“One of my many talents. Dean, I asked you to marry me. That level of commitment means I stand by your side no matter what. I am your partner.”

Dean started to move in to kiss Liam, but they were startled by Crowley’s sudden appearance. “Am I interrupting something?”

Dean’s hand moved to grab the knife on the nightstand. “I said the next time I see you...”

“Dead. Yes, rings a bell, but let's not dwell on the past, shall we? I’ve got more pressing matters, like destroying Adrian.”

“Yeah, good luck with that. The Knights of Hell aren't exactly the dying kind.”

“But there is something that can kill a knight. The weapon that the bloke who killed most of them used to execute them; The First Blade.”

“Never heard of it. Can I kill you now?”

“I've been chasing that blade for decades. The closest I got to it was when one of my droogs, Smitty, got wind of a protege demon of Adrian’s who claimed knowledge of the blade. Sadly, before Smitty
could nab the guy, a hunter by the name of John Winchester nabbed the protege. I'm here to see if there's anything in the John Winchester memorial library that might lead us to the first blade, to killing Adrian.”

“You want to hunt? With us?”

“I do love a good buddy comedy.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Fine, but could we at least have a little privacy for a moment? We’ll need to put some clothes on.”

“You mean you don’t wear pajamas to bed?”

“No. Now will you at least turn around?” With a soft sigh Crowley turned his back to them and put a hand over his eyes. Both Dean and Liam slipped out of bed and put some pants on. Then Dean went digging for the journal and started looking through it. “Oh, yeah. Here it is. Yeah, he picked up a protege who had bones with Adrian, but that's about all it says in here.”

Crowley turned back to peek. “What do those numbers in the margins mean?”

“None of your business.”

“You're gonna play hard to get? We have time for a montage?”

“It's a code, one of my dad's storage lockers. He may have put something about the case there.”

“And what does the T next to the numbers mean?”

“Not a clue.”

“Fine. Let's go find daddy's man cave, then, shall we?”

“And how do I know this isn’t a trap?”

“You don't. That's what makes it fun.”

Dean looked to Liam who shrugged. “Adrian poses a major threat to us too. If this is legit, we should really try.”

Dean sighed. “Fine. Just give us a little bit to gather our things and get some breakfast.”

Once they were ready they drove out to the storage locker. Dean insisted on putting a hood over Crowley’s head when they were getting close, and didn’t take it off until they were inside the locker. “Is all this really necessary?”

“Yes,” Dean answered coldly as he headed toward the back.

Crowley started to follow, but realized there was a giant devil’s trap. “I'll be right here.” He started looking at items on the shelves. “So, what do you call this decor, anyway? Rustic obsessive? Paranoid deco?”

“Here we go,” Dean pulled out a file and started to read. “Looks like my dad was working with another hunter when he nabbed Adrian’s pet.” He held up a picture of a woman.

“I guess the T didn't stand for terrible father. It stood for-”

“Tara. Doesn't ring a bell. Alright, looks like they interrogated the demon. Then they exorcised him, but not before he mentioned the First Blade.”

“I love it when I'm right,” Crowley gave a smug grin.

“Yeah, well, the rest of the file's empty, genius.”

“What? Didn't they teach note taking at Hunter’s Hogwarts?”

“Let's go see if Tara's still kicking.”

They drove out to a pawn shop and entered. A woman who looked to be in her fifties was behind the counter reading a comic book. “Tara?” Dean looked at her.

She looked up. “That's what the sign says. Can I help you?”

“Yeah. Hope so. John Winchester ring a bell? I'm his son.”

“You Sam or Dean?”

“Dean.”

She suddenly winced and grabbed her knee for a second. “Well, didn't you grow up pretty. Still in the family business?”

“Yeah, born and raised. Listen, bunch of years back, you worked a job with my dad. Well, me and my, uh, associates-”

She suddenly pulled a shotgun and aimed it at them. “Ever since '92, I get a painful little tickle in what's left of my knee whenever a demon is around.”

Crowley sighed. “Hunters. So trusting. I'll go grab a latte while you get this sorted.” He snapped his fingers to disappear, but nothing happened.

“Devil's trap under the knock off Persian, jackass,” Tara pointed out.

Dean moved the rug with his boot to check it out. “Tara listen, my, uh, associates-”

“Friends, besties, actually,” Crowley interrupted.

“Not helping,” Dean growled.

“Not caring,” Tara didn’t look impressed.

“Look, I'm the King of Hell. He's a Winchester. There's a reason why we're working together,” Crowley pointed out.

“Yeah. It's called possession,” Tara grabbed a bottle of holy water and splashed Dean.

Dean blinked and wiped the water out of his face. “See? I'm good. Okay? Yes, you're right. He is a jackass, but he's helping me on this.”

“Helping you with what?”

“You and my old man found a demon who knew something about the First Blade. We need to find that blade.”

“Well, hell. You are as handsome as John. And as dumb, too, if you're looking for that old relic.”

“We're hunting a Knight of Hell.”

“Why? They're all dead.”

“One came back. Adrian.”

She went and got a file, laying it out on the desk. “The demon said the archangels used a weapon that could kill the Knights of Hell. We'd never heard of anything like the Knights of Hell or a First Blade. Your dad thought he was lying, trying to save himself. We took him out, and we had a lovely weekend together. Then we went our separate ways. But I could never let the blade go. Something like that could really give a hunter an edge, you know? I looked all over the world, destroyed my knee and my life. And all I found?” She unlocked a wall safe and brought out a bunch of ingredients. “A location spell for the blade that I could never finish. Couldn't find one ingredient, essence of Kraken.”

“Kraken? I got a warehouse full of Kraken essence in Belize,” Crowley offered. “Break the trap, I can be there and back before you say presto.”

“Presto,” Tara didn’t look amused.

“I can help. Dean?”

“He wants Adrian as dead as I do,” Dean said to Tara.

“If your daddy could see you now.” She came out from behind the counted and moved the edge of the rug, shooting at the outer ring of the trap to break it. Crowley was gone. “You know, even if that blade is real, it ain't worth being bosom buddies with the King of Hell.”

“Adrian? Way worse. I'll deal with Crowley after. Trust me.”

“You sound just like your dad... when he said he'd call me.”

Dean could only lower his eyes and stare at his foot, but the awkward silence was broken by Crowley returning with a bottle in hand. “Shall we?”

Tara mixed together the spell and laid out a map. She poured the liquid all over it, and then Dean lit a match and set the map on fire. The flames danced for a minute, then burned everything away except for the state of Missouri, a spark just northeast of Springfield. “Missouri, figures,” Tara pointed to it.

“Would you care to join us?” Crowley offered.

“Him? Anytime. You? Never.”

“Thank you,” Dean gave her a small smile.

“Good luck, Dean. You're gonna need it,” Tara said as they left.

They got in the car and drove out to where the spell told them to go. It turned out to be a quaint little farm. They got out and started walking toward the house when Crowley paused. “Wait. I'm feeling something.”

“What, cramps?” Dean turned to him.

“I feel something dark.”

“What, darker than you?”

“He’s right,” Liam spoke up. “I feel it too.”

They spotted a man in a bee keeper suit not far from the house and Crowley looked a little freaked. “Oh, no. We need to leave here now.”

“What, are you allergic to bees?” Dean joked.

“That's not a beekeeper. That's the father of murder.”

“Sorry. Who?”

“It’s Cain.”

“As in Cain and Abel?”

“Dean. We need to be a world away from here, from him.”

Crowley turned to leave, but almost ran straight into Cain who was suddenly right behind him. “You're not going anywhere. Crowley.”

Cain took them inside the house and they sat together on a couch. Dean looked to Liam who seemed perfectly calm, and then to Crowley who was obviously nervous. “Why don't you just zap out of here?”

“I'd never leave my domestic partner in crime.”

Dean snorted. “Yeah, like your heart grew three sizes. You can't zap out of here, can you?”

“Cain's doing something to me,” Crowley admitted.

“Well, it's not your day for getaways, is it? All right, so, tell me about this Cain.”

“Well, after Cain killed Abel, he became a demon.”

“What do you mean became a demon?”

“I mean he became the deadliest demon to walk the face of the earth. Killed thousands. The best at being the worst. And then he just disappeared. Everyone thought he was dead or, at least, hoped he was.”

Cain returned with cups of tea on a tray. “Do any of you keep bees? It's very relaxing. They're such noble creatures. And the honey? Well, I keep it right on the comb.” He set the tray down and started handing out cups. “They're dying, you know. Without bees, mankind will cease to exist. So, what are the King of Hell and a Winchester doing at my house?”

“You know who we are?” Dean was a little surprised.

“I'm retired. I'm not dead. What I don't know is why you're looking for me, or more importantly, how you found me.”

“Ah, that's, uh, a funny story, really. Bit of a misunderstanding. We really should-” Crowley started, but Cain made a motion and he was rendered speechless.

“Oh, you gotta teach me how to do that,” Dean gave a little smirk.

“Why are you here, Dean?”

“We're looking for the weapon used to kill the Knights of Hell. The First Blade. We need it to kill a Knight of Hell, Adrian. Look, I get it. You're retired. We're not here to get between you and the demonic AARP, but it's bad out there, and I'm just looking to even the odds.”

“One last time, how did you find me?”

“A spell,” Liam answered. “It was to find the First Blade actually. We weren’t really expecting you.”

“Anyone else know you're here?”

“No.”

Cain stood. “Well, it's been a pleasure having company, but once a century is enough for me. You can let yourselves out.”

Dean also stood. “Hey, listen, pal. We're not leaving here without the Blade.”

“You have quite a reputation, Dean. I see the part about you being brave rings true.”

“Well, what can I say? I'm an all in kind of guy. Adrian is the last Knight of Hell, and if you're out of the game, what the hell do you care if he dies?”

“If your friend here could talk, he would tell you that I trained the Knights of Hell. I built that entire demonic order with my own hands, Adrian included.”

Dean shot a quick glare at Crowley. “Well, that is information I could have used five minutes ago!”

“Well, here's something your friend doesn't know, that no one knows, in fact. It wasn't the archangels that slaughtered the knights. And I gave the bastard who did it the blade.”

“Why did you turn on your own?”

“Once again, I admire your bravery. But if you'll excuse me, I have errands to run in town. Goodbye, Dean Winchester... Never return.”

They left the house and Crowley turned to Dean. “Well, that was lovely. Can we leave the country now?”

“But you said the First Blade was our only shot at killing Adrian. This is the closest you've been to it. We're not leaving.”

“Will you listen to reason for once?”

“Hey. He said he was going into town. Awesome. We wait till he's gone, come back, bust in, take what's ours. Got it?”

They left for just a little while, then returned and broke in. “This is by far the dumbest idea you've ever had,” Crowley complained.

“Yeah, well, it's early.”

Crowley just peeked in the front room. “Oh, there's nothing here. Shame. Let's go.”

“Hey! Sack up and start looking, okay? We don't have that much time.”

They all three searched around. “Nothing. Not even porn,” Crowley commented.

“Think I figured out why he went off the reservation so many years ago,” Dean picked up a portrait of a woman.

Crowley glanced at the picture. “Lovely. Little plain. Who is she?”

“Cain had a similar ring on. Father of murder got hitched.” Suddenly they heard all the doors in the house lock. “He's back. Come on.”

They tried to go out the front, but they couldn’t get the door open. Cain appeared behind them and looked at the picture Crowley still held in his hand. “That belongs to me.”

“Sorry,” he quickly handed the picture back. “Gorgeous, by the way.”

A truck full of demons pulled up. “I don't suppose they're with you,” Dean said to Cain.

“No.”

“I guess we can't wait any longer. Your friend Tara was very helpful! Got downright chatty... After I peeled all her skin off. We don't want any trouble, Cain. Just want the so called King and the Winchester. I got a new master to impress, and I'm betting bagging those two will do just that,” one of them called from outside.

“Adrian,” Crowley growled. “This lot all need to die. I count-”

“Too many,” Dean sighed and turned to Cain. “The whammy you put on the doors that keeps us in. Will it keep them out?”

“For now.”

“I'm gonna barricade the entrances. Get ready for a fight.”

“Well, good luck with that.”

“What?” Dean seemed a little surprised.

“You exposed my home. You exposed me. Brave, but impulsive. You truly have lived up to your reputation.”

“I can't say you've lived up to yours,” Dean shot back.

“What can I say? I'm retired. If you survive, you're welcome to join me for the last meal I will eat in this house before I disappear again. It's the least I can do.” He set his groceries on the table.

Dean barricaded the doors and stood in the kitchen. “Alright, we got this. You take the front,” he ordered Crowley who moved into the living room. Cain sat down and started to husk corn. “So, this is your play? Corn? What am I not getting here? I mean, it's not like you're a coward.”

“Since when does the great Dean Winchester ask for help? Well, that doesn't sound like the man I've read about on demon bathroom walls. Maybe you've lost a step. Let's find out.” He snapped his fingers and a few demons came in. Liam was then pinned against the wall unable to move. “Oh, don't mind me,” Cain said to the demons. “Enjoy yourselves.”

Cain watched as the demons assaulted Dean. There was quite a struggle, but one by one he killed them all with the demon killing knife. Then he slumped in a chair exhausted. “What was that? Some kind of a test?”

“I felt connected to you right from the beginning. Kindred spirits, if you will. You and I are very much alike.”

“Right. Yeah, except I didn't kill my brother.”

“You saved yours. Why?”

“Because you never give up on family, ever.”

“Where's your brother now, then?”

“I don't know what kind of game you're playing here, and I don't really care. Just give me the damn blade.”

“Sorry, Dean. I have nothing to hand over.”

“What?”

“I no longer have the blade. It's gone.”

Crowley came back into the kitchen. “Gone? What do you mean, gone? How? The spell brought us here to you, so it has to be here.”

“Your spell brought you to the source of the Blade's power. Me.” He pulled up his sleeve to reveal a mark burned into his arm.

Crowley took a step back. “It's the bloody mark of Cain.”

“From Lucifer himself. The mark and the blade work together. Without the mark, the blade is useless. It's just an old bone.”

“A bone?” Crowley raised an eyebrow.

“The jawbone of an animal. The jawbone you used to kill Abel because he was God's favorite,” Dean answered.

“Abel wasn't talking to God. He was talking to Lucifer. Lucifer was gonna make my brother into his pet. I couldn't bear to watch him be corrupted, so I offered a deal, Abel's soul in heaven for my soul in hell. Lucifer accepted... As long as I was the one who sent Abel to heaven. So, I killed him. Became a soldier of hell, a knight.”

“And Lucifer ordered you to make more,” Dean guessed.

“My knights and I, we did horrible things; for centuries. Bringers of chaos and darkness.”

“Then you met Colette.”

“She knew who I was, and what I was. She loved me unconditionally. She forgave me. She only asked for one thing.”

“To stop,” Crowley guessed.

“When the knights found out, they took retribution. They took Colette. And so, I made contact with the one son of a bitch I knew wanted to hurt Lucifer more than me. I told him I’d give him the blade if he could get Lucifer’s blood to make it work for him. And well...”

“Well, I'm sorry, truly,” Dean said. But he missed one, I have to stop Adrian. So, where is the Blade?”

“No.”

“Hey! Listen, you son of a bitch. You may be done killing, but I'm not.”

“You never give up on anything, do you?”

“Never.”

“Well, I do,” Cain disappeared.

They heard noises outside and peered through the window. There were dozens more demons preparing to attack. “Well, I'll stay as long as I can,” Crowley said.

“Aren't you a peach?” Dean said sarcastically. Then Cain reappeared. “What the hell, man? You in or out? I'm getting head spins.”

“I can give you the mark, Dean, if it's what you truly want.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The mark can be transferred to someone who's worthy.”

“You mean a killer like you?”

“Yes.”

“Can I use it to kill that bastard?”

“Yes. But you have to know with the mark comes a great burden. Some would call it a great cost.”

“Yeah, well, spare me the warning label. You had me at kill the bastard.”

“Good luck, Dean. You're gonna to need it.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot. Let's dance.”

Cain grasped his arm and a red light flowed from him to Dean where the mark appeared on Dean’s arm. “Dean?” Crowley looked a little concerned.

“I'm fine. Alright, where the hell did you stash the damn blade?”

“Nothing can destroy the Blade, so I threw it to the bottom of the deepest ocean. It's the only way I could keep my promise to Colette. You find the blade, kill Adrian, but make me a promise first. When I call you, and I will call, you come find me and use the Blade on me.”

“Why?”

“For what I'm about to do.”

Suddenly the three men were outside. The demons rushed in and there was a bright flash of red light. “They're all trapped in there,” Crowley stared at the house. “He was right, you know. You are worthy.”

“Oh, great. Now you're gonna get all touchy feely, too?”

“Your problem, mate, is that nobody hates you more than you do. Believe me, I've tried.”

“So, how do we find this Blade?”

“You can't search the bottom of the ocean, but I can. So, I'll find it and bring it to its new owner.”
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