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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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The Impala drove down a narrow road and right to a very elaborate looking two story bunker. As soon as the car came to a stop there was a soft groan from the backseat and the blond sat up, his eyes still red. “With us now?” Dean looked back, visibly disappointed that Liam wasn’t himself just yet.

“I think so,” Astiratu answered, rubbing his temples a bit. “Still tired, but,” he looked out the window, “color me curious.”

Dean watched him. “Okay, so, that thing you said you would explain to us later?”

“Holy fire,” the half angel answered simply. “I was trying to avoid it, trying to take my time and do things slowly. And no, I wasn’t taking my time because I enjoy playing with my mice. I mean, I do, but that wasn’t the reason this time.”

“What was?” Sam asked.

“I’m in a body, which we all know by now sets my limits a little lower than normal. Abaddon was right, just keeping her locked down the way I was, it was putting a strain on me. Holy fire, it’s effective, but very difficult, and very power draining. But since you three did not make a run for it and just stood there, and then she tried to kill you, well, I was left with little choice at that point.”

“Okay then,” Dean nodded before turning his attention back to the building. “When's the last time somebody was in this place?”

Sam shrugged. “Sixty five, seventy years ago.”

They all got out of the car and Dean took the key out of the box as they descended a short flight of stairs down to the door. They made their way inside to the dark room and Dean shined his flashlight around, revealing a lot of old communication equipment. “Son of a bitch.”

Sam looked around in awe. “Look at this. Ham radio, telegraph, switchboard. This was their nerve center.”

Dean advanced a little further. “Henry did say that they ran dispatch on their own team of hunters.” He shined his light on a table with a set up chess board, an ash tray, and dirty cups of coffee. “Wow. Halfway through their coffee and a game of chess, looks like whoever was manning the hub left quick.”

Sam nodded. “On the alarm call that ended the Men of Letters.”

Dean found a big metal box on the wall. He opened it and switched two levers. Lights came on, illuminating the space. Off to the side they found a room with a large wooden table in the center and the walls lined with shelves full of books. “Sammy, I think we found the Bat Cave,” Dean smiled.

Astiratu blinked and became Liam again. His eyes scanned around before his knees gave out from under him and he was on the floor whimpering. “Hey!” Dean rushed over and knelt down beside him to wrap an arm around him.

“It happened again,” Liam looked to Dean with tears welled up in his eyes. “We were in the hotel room, and now we’re, wherever this is.”

Dean lightly stroked his cheek to comfort him. “You know, we really don’t think much about it, but you give up the most for the cause, don’t you? I’m sure it sucks, but hang in there. We actually found the Men of Letters headquarters. They were-”

“I know who they were,” Liam stopped him. “Jason was involved with them when I met him. He came here once looking for answers for me. He didn’t find any. I couldn’t come with him for obvious reasons.”

“Right,” Dean nodded. “But you’re here now. Do you need anything? Some food maybe?”

“I feel like I got hit by a bus. I could go for something to eat though.”

Dean kissed him tenderly. “Okay then. Sam, you mind making a supply run while we explore a bit?”

In the morning Sam was sitting at the table when Dean came in wearing a robe he’d found. “Morning,” he greeted Sam.

“Morning.”

“The, uh, water pressure in the Letters' shower room is marvelous.”

“Yeah. I still can't figure out how we even have water or electricity.”

Dean shrugged. “Yep, well, I am putting that under the ain't broke column. Listen, little brother, let's not go all geek on this stuff, okay?”

“Geek?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I mean, don't get me wrong.” He lifted a scimitar off a stand. “This stuff is awesome, and it looks like they ran a real tight outfit here, but I'm just saying, you know, don't, uh, don't think that they knew some big secrets that we don't know.”

“Dean... they were a secret society.”

“Which means that they made crap up and wore fezzes and sashes and swung around scimitars. They probably didn't even sharp-” He ran his finger along the blade and jumped a little when he cut himself. “That's very sharp.” He put the scimitar back.

Sam sighed. “Dean, look, I think we might have something here, something that could help us, help humanity. Henry certainly thought so. I mean, you know damn well we could use a break. What if we finally got one? Are you gonna take off the dead guy robe? Where’s Liam anyway?”

“Still sleeping. Between being worn out and being upset… I really wish I knew what to do for him.”

“Me too. I guess it would be hard to have huge chunks of time go missing. We all pay a price, but his is a really steep one.”

“Yeah. I guess I’ll go crawl back in bed with him so he’s not alone when he wakes up.”

The next day Dean came down fully dressed with Liam not far behind. “Hey,” Dean greeted his younger brother who was sitting with his laptop surrounded by books.

Sam looked up. “Hey! So, how's Kevin doing?”

“You know. He's okay, I guess,” Dean answered. “In his corner, hacking out his Da Vinci code, nothing actionable yet.” He took a beer out of a little refrigerator. “Garth says hi, by the way. Anything from Cas?”

“No. Not a peep. Why? You?”

“No, he's, uh, he's not answering.” Dean sat opposite his brother, with Liam very quietly taking a seat next to him.

Sam nodded. “Right. Well, uh, so I have been trying to chart out the Letters' network of hunters, their allies, uh, affiliated groups they worked with, kept files on.”

“Circa 1958?” Dean looked a little skeptical.

“Yeah. True. Uh, most are dead or defunct, but others, I'm not so sure, and this one... you should definitely check out.” He picked up a file and handed it to his brother.

Dean took a look at it. “The Judah Initiative?”

“European team, they were active during World War II.”

“Really? Hunters fighting in a war, that's cool.”

“Not exactly hunters, not exactly fighting, but, uh...”

Dean read further into the file. “Rabbis? Really?” He pulled out a black and white photograph of a group of men.

“The Letters' file on them is sketchy, but, apparently, they were hard core saboteurs. So, I ran a search on the Initiative's entire roster, and I got a hit. One Rabbi Isaac Bass. He was seventeen years old when he joined the Initiative and eighty five years old when he died two weeks ago.” He turned his laptop toward Dean so he could see. “In a college town back east, he was capped.”

“Capped?” Dean read the read the article.

“Yeah. He was there doing research, and according to eyewitnesses, he spontaneously combusted.”

“Something definitely worth looking into,” Liam spoke up.

“And he speaks,” Dean gave a little smile and put a hand on Liam’s thigh.

Liam shrugged. “Yeah, well, I guess I just have to accept things they way they are, or try to. I thought my life was weird when I was a vampire...”

They drove out to the town in Pennsylvania and Dean dropped Sam off at the library to try and figure out what the rabbi had been looking into. Dean and Liam then went to the pub the burning incident happened in to try and find witnesses to interview. They found two college girls who seemed to know the guy. “He was a really nice old kook,” one of them said.

“Really nice,” the other nodded.

“Kook? How so?” Dean asked.

“You know, he'd talk a lot to us, to himself, to anyone who'd listen. He was always talking about this secret war that nobody knew was going on. Conspiracy stuff, he was obsessed with Nazis.”

“But he said they were special Nazis. You know, necromancers.”

“Necromancers?” Dean repeated the word. He noticed a young man with a beard seemed to be watching them from another table.

“Yeah, like from that world of whatever craft that my little brother is always playing. It's sad, isn't it, that old people have to go so crazy?”

“I know. It is sad.”

Dean was bothered by the man watching them, but he tried to keep his attention on the girls. “I'm sorry. You, uh, you both saw the accident?”

The one girl nodded. “I can still hear his screams.”

“It was like the fire was alive, like it was attacking him. It was like watching the most awful movie of the most terrible thing you could possibly see.”

“I see, thank you,” he gave the girls a nod before moving over to the man and pulling out his badge. “Special Agent Bolan.”

The guy gave a little laugh. “Oh, really? Wow. I thought you were like a headhunter or something.”

“This is the second, maybe third time I'm seeing you today? Why you following me, Gingerbread?”

The guy suddenly looked embarrassed. “Oh, so we, um, we didn't have a thing back there, huh?”

“Back where? What, now?”

“I'm sorry, man. I thought we had a thing back at the quad, you know, a little eye magic moment, and I saw you here and I figured I'd wait until you were done with your meeting and then maybe we might, uh...”

Dean shook his head. “Yeah. Uh, okay, but no. One, this is a federal investigation. Two, I’m attached,” he motioned to Liam.

“Oh, I’m sorry man,” the guy leaned back. “I didn’t know.”

“Okay then,” Dean let out a little sigh and Liam followed him out.

A little while later Dean’s phone rang. It was Sam. “Hey. So I, uh, looked into the rabbi's research. It doesn't make a lot of sense. Um, bird watching.”

“Huh. Well, uh, the two co captains of the women's volleyball team agree that the rabbi's death was very unnatural. I think we still got a case.”

“That would explain why I have something stuck to my shoe.”

“You being followed?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“That's weird. I thought I was being followed earlier. Turned out to be a gay thing.”

“What?”

“Nothing. You need a hand?”

“Yes, please. Got someplace quiet?”

“Visitors’ parking, the boonies. I'll park in the back. Thirty minutes.”

They drove out to the parking lot and met with Sam. Sam came toward them and Liam got out to meet him. The blond was about to open his mouth when a hulking man came out of the bushes that towered over him. Liam sized him up. “Holy...” He threw a punch at the giant’s gut, but hissed in pain while he was picked up and thrown into a tree.

Sam grabbed a machete and swung at the giant’s arm. The blade stuck in the flesh, but seemed to have no effect. The giant picked Sam up by the throat and just then the man from the pub stepped out of the bushes. “Stop!”

The giant lowered Sam to the ground. “What... the hell... is that?” Sam panted.

“He's a golem,” the man answered. “Well, he's my golem.”

“Right,” Sam took a deep breath.

Dean ran to check on Liam. “Babe, you okay?”

Liam rolled onto his back and groaned softly. “If I’m still alive in half an hour, then yes,” he answered as he was helped up.

“What the hell?” Dean looked to the man.

“If you come with me I’ll explain,” the man answered.

They followed the stranger to a house and went inside. “The rabbi who was murdered, Isaac Bass, he was my grandfather. That's why we're here. When you guys started to follow up on his case, we started following you,” the guy explained. The golem started pacing the room.

Dean looked a little disappointed. “So, wait. What you're saying is that you and me, we, uh, didn't have a moment?” Liam smacked him in the shoulder. “Ow! Yeah, not that it matters or anything. Jeez, you are hard to make happy.”

The man looked between Dean and Liam. “No, man. I was tailing you. But you two? Really?”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded as he wrapped an arm around Liam and pulled him closer. “Why does that always seem to surprise everyone?”

Sam motioned to the giant golem in the center of the room. “So, that's a golem?”

The guy nodded. “Yes. Shaped from clay and brought to life by rabbis to protect the Jewish people in times of, I don't know, general crappiness.”

“And he's yours?”

The guy gave a little snort. “Hardly. My grandfather left him to me. I'm the last surviving descendant of the members of this... thing, this... Initiative.”

“The Judah Initiative?” Sam looked to him.

The man nodded. “Right, and he-”

The golem growled. “Who are they to know about the men of Judah?”

“It's okay,” Dean assured them. “We are the good guys.”

“We're hunters,” Sam chimed in. “Sam and Dean Winchester, and Liam Spencer. We know about the Judah Initiative because our grandfather was a Man of Letters.”

The golem seemed more at ease. “Yes. The rabbis knew the Men of Letters.”

“And you would be?” Liam asked as the man offered them beers.

“Oh, I’m Aaron. Take a seat. So... your grandfather was into all this supernatural stuff, too?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, grandparents, mom, dad, truckload of cousins, the whole family was lousy for it, but we never had a golem.”

“Right. Yeah. We, um, we grew up in it, but you didn't?” Sam asked.

My grandfather's adventures, the Initiative, the golem, the war, they were the stories that he told me when I was a kid. I thought it was make believe. So did my parents, you know, fantasies to help him cope with all the horrible stuff he'd seen, but every once in a while, crazy old Grandpa Bass would come back by on one of his trips, hand me a twenty dollar savings bond, and say, "one day, you'll inherit the mantle." Sure enough, a few days after he died, this big box shows up at my apartment. He always said I’d know what to do. Which was crap, because when I opened that box, this big, naked, potato faced lunatic wakes up and goes crazy!”

“I didn't go crazy,” the golem seemed offended.

“You trashed my entertainment center! And my water bed.”

“This boy knows nothing, observes none of the mitzvahs, labors on Sabbath, dines on swine.”

“Everybody loves bacon!”

“He's no rabbi. Yifalchunbee!”

Aaron held up a hand. “Oh, don't start with that stuff again. Quiet time!”

Sam looked to him. “All right. What was that? What was he saying?”

Aaron shrugged. “It's Hebrew for something like ‘take charge’, but I have no idea what he means. Look, I grew up in Short Hills. I cheated my way through Hebrew school. I never really listened to my grandfather, what he was saying.”

Dean looked puzzled. “So, wait, he just sends you this... this golem and expects you to work it out?”

“He didn't get much chance to prepare me, I guess. My parents, they did everything they could to prevent him from screwing me up with all his crazy talk. See, after the war, my grandfather spent the rest of his life trying to track down something he called the Thule Society.”

Sam nodded. “The Thule Society. Right. They were Nazis. Nazi necromancers.”

Aaron gave a little nod. “Okay. All I know about the Thule is that they were this twisted, secret fraternity, hell bent on world domination, that sponsored the early days of the Nazi Party. My grandfather said The Judah Initiative was started to fight them.”

“And the Thule murdered your grandfather, boy. Find them so I can do my work!” the golem smashed a table.

“Hey!” Aaron shouted. “We're renting here! Renting.” He turned back to the hunters. “Look... I think my golem's right. My grandfather, he left me this message on my machine the day he died, and he said that he had found something that the Thule were willing to kill him for. He said he was hiding it here in plain sight. He left me this weird, I don't know, equation.” He took a little piece of paper out of his pocket. “It's not a phone number or an address or coordinates – Q-L-6-7-3-W-3-8?”

Dean took the paper and looked at it. “Is it a combination?”

A light went off in Sam’s eyes. “Oh, it's a call number. Library of Congress, their filing system. They use it in college libraries. Uh, Q-L-6-7-3 – that... that's sciences. Uh... birds, I'm guessing. Let's go.”

They went to the library. It was closed so Dean picked the lock and they went in. “What, do you two just break in wherever you go?” Aaron commented.

Dean gave a little smirk. “Yeah, well, our dad wanted us to have a solid career to fall back on, just in case this hunter thing didn't pan out.”

Sam looked up at the directory. “Okay, so if I'm right, then I think your grandfather switched manuscript FD113 out of the archives. I'll be right back.”

Dean nodded and sat down on the stairs, motioning for Liam to sit with him. Sam came running back a few minutes later. “Help! Necromancer!”

“Stay here!” Dean shouted and ran to Sam, catching him just as he fell. He saw the growing purple bruise on Sam’s jaw and neck. “Crap.”

Then a dart hit Aaron in the chest and he fell. Liam turned to the golem. “Hey, big guy, they're both gonna die unless we get whoever cast the spell.”

The golem nodded and raced up the stairs. Dean helped Sam into a sitting position. “Come on. Liam, can your inner freak do anything here?”

Liam knelt by Sam and touched his neck. “It’s been a little limp the last few days, but I can try.”

They heard a few loud crashes come from above them. A few minutes later the golem dragged a man in a suit down the stairs. Dean trained his gun on him. “Long live the Thule,” the man spoke with an evil grin before the golem broke his neck.

“Or not,” Dean lowered his gun.

Both Sam and Aaron seemed to recover. When the golem was finished they drove out to an empty lot and started digging a hole. “That's like a bag of Legos. The golem destroyed this guy,” Dean commented as they tossed the body into the freshly dug grave.

“Yeah. So, uh...Thule Society necromancers aside, what's our contingency plan on that?” Sam motioned to the golum.

“You mean how do we ‘oh, no!’ Mr. Bill over there?” Dean said as he poured lighter fluid all over the body.

Sam shrugged. “I mean, I'd like to think we could if we had to. Unless you think Aaron can get a handle on him.”

Once the fire burned itself out they covered everything back over and went back to Aaron’s house to examine the ledger they’d found. “What'd you find out?” Dean asked as he came out with a tray of coffee.

“I think it's a log book from a Nazi compound in Belarus,” Sam answered. “It was run by the Thule.”

Aaron sat reading it. “This is the red ledger. It was lost in the fire that destroyed the compound, but my grandfather was convinced it had been found after the war.”

Sam nodded. “Well, it describes the horrible experiments performed on the camp's population. Magical experiments.”

“More horrible than words,” the golem commented.

Sam looked up at him. “You were there, weren't you? At the camp?”

The golem nodded. “I was made in the ghetto of Vitsyebsk to tear that hell down. I broke its walls, its men. The commandant burnt the place to ash around me.”

“Okay, um, what does it mean when you tell Aaron to take charge?”

“The boy would know... if he could consult the pages.”

All eyes turned to Aaron. “When I was bar mitzvahed, my grandfather gave me this little old book. It was in Hebrew. It was like an owner's manual for a golem.”

Dean nodded. “Okay. Great. Get that, then.”

Aaron looked a little sheepish. “I can't exactly. When I went to high school, I sort of drifted. I started getting off the academic track, and, uh, I kind of, um... I kind of smoked it. They were these thin, vellum-y pages. I mean, it was perfect for rolling. Look, they were driving instructions for a clay man. Okay? It was nonsense. Right? I mean… I... Okay. All right. Look, I'm sorry, okay? Why can't you just tell me what I don't know?”

The golem slammed his hand on the table. “It's not my place to guide the rabbi, to teach the teacher! It's not my place! Yifalchunbee!” he shouted again before going into the kitchen.

Dean shook his head. “That's not super comforting, got to say.”

Sam turned his attention back to the ledger. “So, as far as I can tell, these experiments, the Thule were murdering Jews, gypsies, just about anybody and everybody, then trying to magically reanimate them. They were trying to figure out a way to bring their own dead back to life... which I'm guessing they figured out because this. This last page is a roster of every dead Thule member who was reanimated.”

Aaron looked a little unsettled. “This is why they killed my grandfather?”

“Anything in there on how to kill it?” Dean asked.

“Apparently, they experimented with that, too. Um, head shot. But, if you don't burn the body within twelve hours, it reanimates again.”

They continued to do some research until the early hours of the morning, not finding much of anything. Then suddenly the door was kicked in by men with guns. Sam stashed the ledger under his duffel quickly, but before any of them could grab a weapon the men had them pinned.

The golum rushed in and grabbed one by the throat, but a man wearing a silver ring stepped in and said something in Latin. The golum stopped and opened his mouth. A tiny scroll came out that the man grabbed and turned to Aaron. “So, you are the golem's rabbi? You woke him... but you didn't take possession of him. You write your name on the scroll, boy. That's how you... Yifalchunbee.”

“I didn't know what he meant,” Aaron looked terrified.

Just then Astiratu strutted into the room as himself. The man with the ring saw him and his eyes went wide. “Master!” he dropped to his knees.

Astiratu approached him, and reached to touch under his chin with a finger to guide him into a standing position again. “Oh, Eckhart, still just as passionate as ever I see.”

Eckhart swallowed hard. “Of course, Master! Oh, you disappeared and I never thought I would see you again. What happened?”

Astiratu shrugged. “Josef Bauer and I had a little pissing contest. I lost, at least then. But he’s in hell now, and I’m here, so I guess in the end it was a win for me.”

“Master, we need your guidance now.”

Astiratu’s eyes dropped to take in the man’s body as a hand seductively moved up his side to his shoulder. “I’m sure you do. You were always such a willing and intelligent student.” The half angel leaned in to kiss Eckhart. “Among other things. But sugar, you’re about to learn a lesson that the old kings of Egypt learned long ago.”

“What is that?” Eckhart looked eager.

Astiratu suddenly thrust a bronze dagger into the side of his neck and pushed him to the ground. “I’m a very fickle master.” The other men moved to shoot at him but the half angel threw his hands out to his sides and lightning bolts zig zagged around the room, hitting the men and causing them to convulse, the smell of burnt flesh heavy in the air.

When everything settled Dean glared at Astiratu. “Lucy, you got some explaining to do.”

“Don’t call me that!” he snapped. “But perhaps I should be truthful. You remember when I said the whole war was a heaven sanctioned match? I lied. Really it was just me throwing a giant temper tantrum.”

Dean shook his head. “A temper tantrum? When I throw a tantrum I break a few things. But you...”

“I’m well aware of what I did, and if you didn’t notice I just fixed it a little bit.”

Sam looked horrified. “All those people… What… How did that even happen?”

Astiratu shrugged. “Things just build up I suppose. At first I was just being mischievous as always. But then somewhere along the line, my emotional crap dam just broke and spilled all over the Jewish people.”

“What did my people ever do to you?” Aaron asked defensively.

Astiratu tilted his head and advanced on Aaron. “Well, cupcake, let’s start at the beginning, shall we? You remember Moses? Yeah, I was the ‘evil’ pharaoh. Not once in your stupid scripture does it ever mention the four nights I didn’t sleep because I wanted to help the man I thought was like a brother to me. Nowhere does it list the several counter offers I made, including making the Israelites citizens and paying them! Oh, and the first born thing… It wasn’t every first born in the land. Just mine! And the topper to that is that it was by Moses’ own hand! If he ever actually told anybody different it was just bullshit to snow them. But of course instead of writing down the truth it made everything look so much better to just make me the evil villan. I was a person with feelings, and every year at Passover your people get together to celebrate my pain!”

Aaron took a step back. “I didn’t know! Nobody knows! How can you blame and punish an entire group of people for just believing what they read in a book?”

“You know, you’re upset at being portrayed as evil, but didn’t you kind of prove them right?” Dean pointed out.

Astiratu sighed. “I suppose I did. But hey, at least now I’m guilty of what I’ve been accused of all these millennia. But just that one incident, while very emotionally traumatic for me, that was just a large drop in the bucket. All this time, I don’t think I’ve ever had a positive experience with Jewish people.”

Dean took a step back. “And you really think that’s a good reason to do what you did?”

“It was a misguided transgression. Heaven stopped me, that part is true enough. I was reamed out. I have personal issues and I’m working on them. Do you not think that transgressions should be forgiven?”

Dean shook his head. “Dude, I picked up a bar maid. You… You tried to eradicate an entire race of people!”

“Do you at least feel remorse?” Aaron asked.

Astiratu shrugged. “I suppose you could call it that. I realize what I did was very wrong, but short of going back in time and stopping myself, there’s not much I can do besides help clean up the mess.”

“You can start by imparting a little knowledge on Aaron here while we clean up the bodies,” Sam stood up.

Astiratu nodded. “I can do that.” He picked up the little scroll from where it fell on the ground and handed it to Aaron. “First of all, write your name on this, then stick it back into his mouth.”

Aaron nodded and did as told. The golem stood straight again and looked at him. “It looks like I'm the Judah Initiative now,” Aaron said.

“Yifalchunbee,” the golem repeated the word.

“But I thought I did,” Aaron looked confused.

“Yes,” the golem nodded.

Astiratu motioned to the table. “Seventy or so years ago I never thought this would be happening, but sit, grasshopper.”

Sam and Dean took the bodies of the men to burn and bury them. When they returned Aaron and Astiratu were still seated at the table. “Everything good here?” Dean asked.

“The boy knows more than he did two hours ago,” Astiratu answered.

“Awesome,” Sam nodded. “Now shimmy back into that body of yours because I’m very anxious to actually get home.”

Astiratu nodded and stood. “Naturally. But first, I’d like to know if the truth changes your opinion of me,” he eyes were on Dean.

Dean sighed. “It was definitely an eye opener, I’ll tell you that. I know that everybody makes mistakes. Usually those mistakes don’t get millions of people killed… But hey, as long as you fully admit it was a giant ass mistake, and you never repeat it, I guess I can get past it.”

The half angel looked relieved. “Well, I get the distinct impression that if I do it again I’m toast, so… Like I said, working on the personal issues.” With that Astiratu disappeared.
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