Hunting Humanity III | By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1205 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Dean sat with Sam in the kitchen, a ham sandwich sitting on a plate. “Come on, Sammy, you’re giving Liam a run for his money in the food department. Eat the damn sandwich!”
“No,” Sam argued. “I’m really not hungry.”
Sam, god damn it, it’s been five days. Look, I know you’re really upset, but if Liam hadn’t been there on the stairs with you you would’ve fallen and possibly broken your neck! How is that gonna help anybody?”
“I am so fucking pissed at myself! Why did I…?”
“Because you’re scared. Hell, I would be. You’re freaked out about having a little family of your own so your subconscious screwed you over. You are not the first person this has happened to, and you won’t be the last.”
Natalie came in and sat down. “Sam, can we talk?”
“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “Dean was just about to leave me alone.”
“No, he can stay,” she said. “Sam, I am really pissed at you right now.”
“I know, and I-”
She held a hand up to stop him. “You’re sorry. Yes, I know. I have been doing a lot of thinking the past two weeks, and your saving grace is that you came clean with me. I didn’t have to probe you. I can also see how torn up you are over it. Tell me, Sam, was that few minutes of pleasure worth this?”
Sam shook his head. “No. I really did start to tell her no, and then something inside me just went all screwy.”
“So you told me. Something else in your favor is that it’s not just me I have to think about anymore. We have a son I have to think about too. He’s going to need his father. I know you’re gone a lot, but when you are here I can already tell you’ll be a good father. And damn it if I don’t still love you. Sam, I’ve decided to give you a pass on this one. You made a mistake, and I can see you feel horrible about it. But Sam, I swear to ever loving god if you ever do it again they’ll never find your body.”
Sam nodded. “I understand. I won’t. Thank you.” He hugged her and then grabbed the sandwich to eat it.
Dean’s phone rang and he answered it. “What’s up, Bobby? Really? Yeah, that does sound weird. Okay, we’ll go check it out. Bye.”
“Another job?” Sam asked with his mouth full.
“Yeah, Greybull, Wyoming. For the last week and a half nobody that should have died has. One guy with terminal cancer strolls right out of hospice. Another guy gets capped by a mugger and walks away without a scratch.”
“Okay,” Sam sighed. “I don’t think now is a good time to leave, but when is a job ever convenient?”
Dean called Liam who was out on another walk and told him to get his butt back to the house so they could pack and leave. They decided to interview the gun shot victim first. “Now, you three said you were bloggers?” Jim asked them.
“Yes, Sir,” Sam nodded. “Floored by the Lord dot com.”
“All of God's glory fit to blog,” Dean smirked.
“Um. Some of the people around town are saying what happened to you was a miracle,” Sam pretended to take notes.
“It was,” Jim nodded. “Plain as day. How else do you explain it? The doctors can't. There's a bullet in my heart, and it's pumping like a piston.”
“So, how do you explain it?” Liam asked. “I mean, was there like a bright light or something around you?”
“When that guy shot me and I didn't bleed a drop? I just knew the Lord was giving me a second chance. I had this feeling like angels were watching over me. I wouldn't expect you guys to understand.”
“We understand better than you’d think,” Liam gave him a little smile. “After all, I did spend my entire childhood as the son of a preacher, and then I met these two wonderful men to go around documenting these things with. So, uh, thank you for your time, and God bless.”
They left the house and Liam visibly shivered. “I really need a shower to scrub the dirty feeling off me now.”
Sam went off to interview the cancer survivor while Dean and Liam were put on research duty. Sam came back after a half hour. “That cancer survivor? He was clinically dead, his wife pulled the plug, and now he's taking her out for their twentieth anniversary. You two find anything? Anyone dying around here?”
“Not since Cole Griffith,” Dean answered. “He dropped ten days ago. It was the last death I could find.”
“So, what are you thinking?” Sam asked.
“Maybe it is what the people say it is,” Dean shrugged. “I mean, these souls just ain't getting dragged into the light.”
“That would only happen if there was no one around to carry them,” Liam said.
“What do you mean?” Dean asked.
“Well, grim reapers, that's what they do, right? Schlep souls? So, if death ain't in town...”
“Then nobody's dying. So what? The local reaper's on strike? Playing the back nine?” Dean said.
Liam was quiet a moment. “Something is not right here. I… I don’t want to sound cheesy, but I feel a disturbance in the force.”
Dean chuckled a little. “Okay, so what is your gut telling you?”
“Nothing good.” Liam suddenly got up and started digging through his bag, pulling out a very old looking book. “And he bloodied death under the newborn sky, sweet to taste, but bitter when once devoured.”
“Swanky,” Dean looked at him funny. “What the hell's that mean?”
“It’s from Revelations,” Liam sighed.
Sam peeked at the book. “You read Aramaic now?”
“Yeah, new freak trick I picked up.”
“Does that little blurb mean what I think it means?” Dean asked.
Liam nodded. “Basically, you kill a reaper under the solstice moon, tonight, by the way, you got yourself a broken seal.”
“How do you ice a reaper?” Dean looked confused. “You can't kill death.”
Liam shrugged. “Don’t look at me. I may be turning into a serious freak over here, but I’m not a cosmic encyclopedia.”
“What are we gonna do, just swing in and save the friendly neighborhood reaper?” Sam shook his head.
“You got a better idea, I'm all ears,” Dean said.
“Dean, reapers are invisible,” Sam pointed out. “The only people that can see them are the dead and the dying.”
Dean turned to Liam and tilted his head. Liam swallowed hard. “Dean, love, you’re scaring me a little.”
Dean grinned at him. “No need to be scared. I just need you to come over to the bed and lie down all nice and comfy like.”
Liam raised an eyebrow. “Are you gonna try and turn me into a spirit or something?”
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
“Dean!” Liam cried, looking very frightened.
“Babe, you really think I would do anything that was going to hurt you?”
“No,” Liam sighed and moved over to the bed to lie down.
Dean fluffed the pillow under his head and kissed his forehead. “Relax and breathe deep. It’ll be just like going to sleep.”
Dean spoke the incantation and Astiratu appeared beside him. “Now, isn’t that a lot nicer than whacking me in the head? Tell me, what’s in yours?”
Dean turned to him. “You’ve got a lot of neat tricks up your sleeve. Pulling our spirits out of our bodies one of them?”
“I can do it, yes, but you’re absolutely nuts.”
“Maybe,” Dean sighed. “But that's where the reaper is, so… We're talking the end of the world here, okay? You should know better than anybody sometimes you gotta be a little insane to get the job done.”
Astiratu snorted. “Stealing my tricks now, are you?”
Dean shrugged. “Whatever works. Will you do it?”
Astiratu sighed. “Alright, geniuses, get comfy on the bed next to my body.”
Sam and Dean followed orders. Once they were in position Astiratu leaned over to put a hand on each of their foreheads. “Close your eyes. This is going to be nothing like going to sleep.” He gripped their souls and yanked until they were standing next to him.
“Ow!” Dean looked him. “You could’ve been a little more gentle than that.”
“Not really. Let’s go find the reaper.”
They searched the town but found nothing. “Oh, man, we've been spooking this town for hours,” Dean sighed. “No demons, no black smoke. I say we hit Victoria's Secret and get our peep on, huh?” Astiratu smacked him upside the head. “Ow! Jeez, what’s it going to take to prove I love you, jackass?”
Astiratu snorted. “Keep making comments like that and gawking at women and I may never believe I’m anything but a live sex doll to you.”
Dean started grumbling under his breath, and something caught Sam’s attention. “Hey. Three o'clock. Kid in the window. Am I crazy or is he looking at us?”
Dean looked. “It's 'cause we've seen him before.”
“We have?” Sam raised an eyebrow.
“Newspaper,” Dean nodded. “Cole Griffith, the last person to die in this town.”
They entered the house and went up to the room. A woman was running out right through them, balls being hurled at her by the kid. “Stop!” Dean cried. “How are you doing that?”
“Who are you, and what is that?” Cole pointed looking to Astiratu looking suddenly scared.
“Relax, Cole. It's okay,” Sam told him. “I know our friend here looks a little scary, but I promise, he won’t hurt you. He’s half human, half angel. Angels aren’t so scary, right?”
“That one is. How do you know my name anyway?”
“Look, this isn't gonna be easy to hear, but...you're dead. You're a spirit. Us too,” Sam said.
Cole snorted. “Yeah, thanks, Haley Joel. I know I'm dead. What do you want?”
“We just want to talk,” Sam inched a little closer.
“About what?”
“About the day you died,” Astiratu said.
Cole sighed. “I was outside all morning. They tell you to be careful when it's cold.”
“Cold air can cause an asthma attack?” Dean asked.
Cole nodded and shrugged. “But then I was in my room. It happened so fast. I called out for my mom, but nothing came out. Everything started spinning, and then I was just standing there, looking down at my body.”
“And that's when you saw the man?” Sam asked.
Cole nodded. “Creepy old guy in a black suit. He wanted me to go with him, but I didn't want to go.”
“How'd you get rid of him?” Sam asked.
“I didn't. The black smoke did.”
“Ah, black smoke,” Astiratu nodded and looked to his companions.
“It was everywhere. I hid in the closet, and when I came out it was gone, and so was he.”
“Do you know where the smoke went?” Dean asked.
“No. But I know where it is.”
The lights blinked and Cole ran to hide in the closet again. Another reaper came in, this time in the form of a woman. “Bad timing,” Astiratu stared at her. “We’re not quite finished with him.”
“Astiratu,” she gave him a little smile. “Don’t bite me now.”
“Don’t try to collect me and we’re cool.”
“You can't take the kid either just yet,” Dean said.
“Why?” the reaper asked.
“Demons are in town, that's why,” Dean answered. “They've already snatched your reaper pal. The kid knows where.”
“This town is off the rails,” the reaper blinked at them. “Someone has to set it straight.”
“Yeah, we understand that,” Dean nodded, “but these are special circumstances.”
“What? Your whole angel demon dance off? I could care less. I just want to do my job.”
“Could you hold off until we fix this? Please,” Dean practically begged.
The reaper sighed. “Alright, but just so we're clear, when I start reaping again, I'm starting with the kid.”
“Understood,” Sam nodded.
The reaper left them and Sam knelt by the closet door. “This all must be pretty overwhelming, huh? Pretty scary, too,” he said to Cole.
“I'm not telling you where the smoke is.”
“Here,” Astiratu sighed and pushed Sam out of the way so he could sit at the door. “Like my friend said, this must be pretty scary. Reapers scare everyone because they don’t know where they’re going to. But, what if I told you I’ve been where you’re supposed to go, and even though I’m really not supposed to, I tell you exactly what’s going to happen?”
Cole scooted closer to the door. “Okay, what’s going to happen?”
“Well, when the reaper embraces you everything goes black for a moment. Then you’ll find yourself in this waiting room with a bunch of other people who have just died. Your name will be called and you’ll go into this room with a big screen on the wall and two chairs. That’s when you’ll meet Jesus. Now, don’t worry, he’s not much like what the bible paints him to be. Hes a pretty cool dude as long as you don’t cause him trouble. You’ll sit and your life will play back on the screen. When it’s finished Jesus will pass judgment. You look like a good kid, so I really doubt you’ll have much to worry about. Probably all that will happen is an angel will take you by the hand and take you to a city.”
“A city?” Cole gave him a funny look.
“Yes,” Astiratu nodded. “Most souls go to one of twelve cities. It’s really hard to describe. It’s very bright and grand looking. But, you won’t need to sleep so there are no bedtimes. You won’t need to eat and so you’ll never get hungry. However, should you want to, you can eat a gallon of your favorite ice cream and not get sick. The weather is always bright, sunny, and perfect. You never get hot or cold. If you like to read there’s a library with every book ever written. The really cool thing is the book is always in whatever language you understand. For you it would be English, but someone who speaks Farsi could pick up the very same book right after you and it will be in Farsi for them. And when you want to see your family there will be a mirror in your apartment that you can look into and see them anytime you want. Now, does that really sound so bad?”
“No,” Cole shook his head. “Sounds kinda cool if you’re telling the truth.”
“I am telling you the complete truth. I go back and forth between heaven and earth a lot. There are pros and cons to each place, but sweetie, earth is for the living. Right now you’re meant to be in heaven.”
“Will I ever come back to earth?”
“Maybe. Souls do get recycled so to speak. If you really want to come back you can go to an angel and tell them that. Volunteers get priority.”
“How many times have you been on earth?”
“Oh, sweetie, I’ve lost count. I am very, very old. I know what the Sphinx is guarding.”
“Really? What?”
Astiratu chuckled. “I can’t go divulging all my secrets in one day, can I? Now, can you please tell us where that black smoke is? It’s very important we find it.”
Cole looked up at him. “I saw the black smoke at my funeral.”
“At the cemetery?” Dean asked.
Cole shook his head. “At the funeral home. It was everywhere.”
“Thanks, Cole,” Astiratu smiled at him. “Now, if it’s not too much trouble, can I ask you to help me teach my friends here to fight as spirits? They’re new to it.”
“Sure, follow me,” Cole got up and headed downstairs.
Dean pulled Astiratu to the side. “You were feeding that kid a line about the other side, right?”
“No, I wasn’t.”
Dean looked confused. “If that’s all there is to it, why the big hush hush secret?”
Astiratu sighed. “Because if people knew that dying was really no big deal they wouldn’t hold life as dear. Life is a precious thing that really shouldn’t be taken for granted. But hey, humans ain’t the brightest bulbs in the shed, so they are kept in the dark to ensure they fight to survive.”
“Makes sense I guess,” Dean shrugged as he followed downstairs.
Cole and Astiratu did their best to teach Sam and Dean how to affect the physical world. When the sun started going down Astiratu sighed. “Not the best students ever, but it’s getting late. We gotta go.”
They went to the funeral home that was covered in glowing blue symbols. “Any idea what all that is for?”
“Looks like someone is trying to ward off angels,” Astiratu said. “Sucks for them I’m only half.”
Inside they found some strange symbol on the floor and two figures lying in it. One was the reaper who had tried to collect Cole, and the other likely the first reaper. A man was standing guard over them. “Dude, check me out,” Dean smirked and blinked behind the man to punch him. Sam joined in and they tag teamed him while Astiratu shook his head and looked around.
Sam and Dean chased the man to the side of the room and another came in dragging a chain across the their path back to the main part of the room. “Iron,” Sam sighed.
Astiratu went to charge the second man, probably possessed, when a chain lassoed him from behind and dragged him into a corner where there was another symbol on the floor and five purplish stones. “What the hell?” Astiratu growled and got up. He tried to go after the demon and when he tried to step out he couldn’t.
“Boys. Find the place okay?” Alastair entered the room. He looked to Astiratu and chuckled. “You don’t know how much digging it took, but having the great and powerful Astiratu trapped like a rat was worth it.” Astiratu screamed in rage and kept launching himself at the barrier over and over. “Don’t hurt yourself.”
“Go to hell,” Sam growled.
“Ah, if only I could,” Alastair sighed. “But they just keep sending me back up to this arctic craphole.”
“To kill death?” Dean asked.
“No, to kill death twice. It takes two to break a seal. I figured another one would show up, though. They're like lemmings.” He moved to the center of the room and picked up a small scythe. “Moon's in the right spot. The board is set. Let's get started, shall we? You remember this weapon, don’t you Astiratu?” Alastair grinned and moved over to him and slashed him in the stomach with it. Astiratu cried out and fell to his knees.
Then Alastair stepped over to the first reaper and held the scythe to the back of his neck. He spoke an incantation and killed the reaper with a flash of light.
Sam noticed an iron chandelier hanging over the reaper trap. He motioned to Dean and they both concentrated on it. While Alstair was chanting to kill the second one the chandelier fell and broke the trap. The reaper blinked away from Alastair and removed the chain trapping Sam and Dean.
Dean ran over to Astiratu and started kicking the stones away. Then suddenly a lightning bolt came out of nowhere and struck Alastair, the body falling dead. “Let’s get out of here,” Dean said.
Astiratu raised an eyebrow and looked down at the symbol he was standing on. “Sure...”
“I knocked the crystals away and you just...”
Astiratu sighed. “The alexandrite bound my power, but that...” he pointed the floor, “will still keep me on this spot.” The reaper came over and broke the seal for him. “Thank you,” he said as he stepped out.
“So, you have your own version of a devil’s trap?” Sam asked.
“Everything does,” Astiratu answered. “Mine isn’t well known, and it makes me wonder how the hell they found it.”
They returned to the motel to find two charred dead bodies lying by the door. Sam and Dean looked to Astiratu. “You really think I would leave our unoccupied and defenseless bodies unprotected?”
“Thank god you didn’t,” Dean sighed. “Now, if you don’t mind, put us back please.”
“Oh, I didn’t tell you? I don’t know how to do that.” Dean was about to yell when Astiratu laughed. “Only jerking your chain.” He snapped his fingers and Dean and Sam both took deep breaths and sat up.
“Hey,” Dean called out. “Can I ask you something before you go back to your body?”
“Shoot.”
“How come your human self knew how to stop that magician and can now read Aramaic? I thought you were supposed to be clueless.”
“My human self always has access to what it needs to do the job at hand,” Astiratu answered before disappearing.
Liam’s eyes opened and he groaned softly. “Did you figure everything out?”
Dean rolled over onto his side to face him. “Yeah, we saved the day just like we always do. And you...” He kissed Liam’s forehead, and then his cheek. “While sex with you is the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, you are not just a live sex doll.”
Liam looked confused. “I never said that.”
“Yeah, but I know you think it. I’m sorry if women still turn my head, but like I’ve told you a thousand times it’s just a visceral biological reaction. My attraction to you is so much more than that. I think sex with you is so good because there’s something between us. All those women were just me getting my rocks off. Tell me, have you ever had sex with me when you didn’t really want to?” Liam looked away. “Liam...”
“Maybe,” Liam sighed.
Dean shook his head. “I don’t want you doing that to please me. You really can tell me no and I won’t get upset. I’ll just use my hand or something.”
Liam sighed and nodded. “I am really hungry,” Dean said. “What do you say we go find a diner and get some chow before packing up and going home?”
“Sounds like a good idea,” Sam nodded. “I’m hungry too, and I really need to pee.”
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