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Hunting Humanity X	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1093 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dean got up and went down to the bunker kitchen where Sam was at the table looking for a way to deal with Amara. The three men had agreed that they needed to be more proactive about that problem. Dean grabbed a coffee mug and reached for the pot, only to find it empty. “We're out,” Sam said casually.

“There was a half a bag yesterday!” Dean couldn't believe it.

“I killed it. But relax, I did a little hobbit wrangling, and managed to get him to go get more without losing any limbs.”

Dean chuckled. “So that's where he went. How'd you manage to not get bit?”

“It wasn't easy. Hey, did you know the Nazis had a special branch devoted to archaeology?”

“Little early for Nazi trivia, especially without caffeine.”

“It's called the Ahnenerbe, there were sites all over Germany, and then as the Nazis increased their territory, they started popping in Poland, Finland, uh, North Africa...”

“Yeah, how is this more important than our coffee situation?”

“Because I found something. I mean, we need something. Magic. A weapon strong enough to give us a shot against Amara. So, I've been looking outside the lore in history, and I found this, the Vichy Memorandems. They were Nazi communications that puzzle historians to this day. And they speak of a super weapon obtained by the Ahnenerbe, said to be strong enough to win the war.”

“Yeah? What was it?”

“Well, these memos refer to it as The Hand of God. I mean, that was sort of a catch all term for several objects he touched on earth in biblical times. But they're believed to contain traces of his power.”

Dean didn't seem excited about it. “Yeah, well the Nazis believed a lot of things.”

“Dean, Lucifer's caged. God's MIA, the only beings strong enough to battle Amara are gone. If we're gonna fight her, what better way to arm up than with an actual dose of his power?”

“You forgot the hobbit that nearly beat her ass last time.”

“Dean, that was when she was still growing. Lucifer didn't think-”

“What does Lucifer know?” Dean snapped at his brother. “I mean, it's pretty clear he would've said anything to get you to say yes. We were a means to an end.”

Sam looked his brother in the eye. “You really wanna take the chance? Because yeah, maybe he's got the juice, maybe he was meant to fight her, but if it's too much for his body to bear?”

Dean turned his attention back to the laptop on the table. “Okay, so you said the Nazis got their hand on one of these, uh, hands? Well if it was so powerful it could win them the war, why didn't it?”

“Because they lost it. En route to Berlin, it was stolen. The Nazis searched high and low for the thief, but they never found their prime suspect, uh, here, Delphine Seydoux. French mistress to a high ranking Nazi. Thought to be a French traitor until she killed her German lover, and made off with the weapon.”

Dean raised an eyebrow. “Allied spy? French resistance?”

“That's what the Nazis thought. But their investigation led them to a different conclusion. That she was an un femme de lettre. A Woman of Letters.”

“Yeah, and letting women join way back in the forties? I just never got the impression that they were so big on gender equality, you know, it's right there in the name.”

“Well it was World War II. Kind of an all hands on deck situation, you know?”

“Yeah, Rosie the Riveter. Cool.”

Liam came in with a bag of ground coffee in one hand, and a cup in the other. “Did I miss anything good while I was playing errand boy without my morning coffee?”

Dean grabbed the bag of coffee out of his hand and started making another pot. “Sam thinks he may have found something to help us with the Amara situation.”

“Oh?” Liam turned to Sam as he took a sip from his cup.

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “Nazi lore stuff, long story. But I need to go look into the records to see if I can find more information.”

“The Men of Letters records? They had a hand in the war?”

“That surprises you? It was kind of a big thing, a world war.”

“True. Since I got my Cinnabon mocha while I was out, I'll make myself even more useful and help you look.”

They moved to the library and ended up with papers scattered all over the table. “Here we go,” Sam found the right folder. “This report was written by Clifford Henshaw, a bunker based Men of Letters back in 1943. It's the right era. But it's in French.”

Liam peeked over at the paper. “Yeah, nothing. This doesn't help us.”

“Hold on,” Sam got up from the table. “Maybe I can scan it and use a translation program.”

“Or that,” Liam downed the last of his coffee and went to throw the cup away.

They left Sam to the scanning, and came back a little while later. “Well?” Dean asked.

Sam was looking at the screen. “So it's definitely about Delphine. Her name's at the top of every page. Check this out. Transcriptions from transatlantic cables between Clifford and Delphine.”

“What'd they say?” Dean took a seat at the table.

“Give me a second. Web translation's kind of buggy. Look at this. They were making arrangements to get the artifact out of Europe to keep it safe. Henshaw pulled some strings with a Man of Letters in the OSS to requisition an active US submarine to transport Delphine and the weapon back to the States. Back to here.”

“The bunker? So it's been here the whole time.”

“Uh...” Sam searched through the transcriptions. “No. It never arrived. The USS Bluefin came under German attack midway through its trip across the Atlantic. The sub was sunk, the ship and its contents haven't been recovered to this day. Great. It's lost.”

“Or is it?”

“Yeah, I'd say so. I mean, tides took the wreckage, submersibles have been trying to locate it for years. I mean if James Cameron and his Avatar billions can't find it...”

“Yeah, but we have something James Cameron doesn't have.”

“And what's that?”

“An angel on speed dial. He's taken us to the past before.”

“And we're usually lucky to get back,” Liam pointed out. “And that was before his grace was taken. Can he even do it anymore?”

“One way to find out,” Dean picked up his phone.

Castiel came as quickly as he could. Liam kicked him in the crotch on sight, causing the angel to fall to the ground groaning. “What the hell is wrong with you lately?” Dean snapped as he moved to help his friend up.

Liam only shrugged. “I don't know, seemed like the right thing to do. Like he deserves that and worse.”

“Your fire always did appeal to me,” Castiel said as he was helped into a chair.

“Well, he's sorry,” Dean apologized for his husband. “And he'll quit doing that.”

“No he won't,” a little smirk ghosted the angel's lips. “But all that aside, what did you need from me?” Sam told him about the weapon referenced in the report. Castiel thought about it a minute. “There were several God touched objects, but it never occurred to me that any of them survived the flood, let alone the twentieth century.”

“Do you think we can use it against Amara?” Sam asked.

“It's perfect. And I can get you back there.”

“Without wings? Cas, you can't even teleport,” Sam was skeptical.

“Time travel, is a, it's a whole different system.”

“Told you!” Dean looked a little smug.

“No it isn't,” Liam argued.

“How do you know?” Castiel asked. “Are you an angel?”

“Where have you been for the last several years? I don't know how I know, I just do.”

“Maybe you're wrong,” Castiel turned away from the blond and looked at Sam's papers. “So uh, these the last coordinates?”

Dean nodded. “That's the Bluefin's last transmission to shore, yeah.”

“Alright.”

“Wait a second. Cas, aren't there still risks with time travel? I mean aren't there consequences?” Sam still wasn't so sure. “And since when is Liam ever wrong?”

“The Lucifer thing,” Dean pointed out.

“Yeah, but he was tricked,” Sam argued. “This is a fact based thing.”

“Sam, this is the ideal scenario. That sub is a tin can floating in the middle of the ocean doomed to go down. You can't really mess with history at twenty thousand leagues. So we get in, get the weapon, get out. It's a milk run.”

“Well that's not a very good plan.”

“Well, if things get outta hand, then Cas will just, zap me right back.”

“You?”

“You're not going.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You need to stay here. Just in case things go sideways, somebody needs to be left standing to take care of the Darkness. We can't risk us both! And at the moment, I'm the least valuable player! You both know that I can't kill Amara, so the least I could do is get the thing that we need so that you can!”

“So you expect me to sit here and ride pine while you can Cas go play Jules Verne?”

“Yes! No; who?”

“Well I'm going at least,” Liam insisted.

“It would be easier if just one of you go,” Castiel said. “Time travel being a little tricky sometimes and all.”

Dean grabbed Liam and kissed his cheek. “Cas is right. Too many extra people wouldn't be good. Besides, if something goes wrong, you'd be better at helping Sam.”

“I won't let him out of my sight,” Castiel promised.

“You'll stay by his side the entire time?” Sam still wasn't sure.

“I will.”

“Sam, let me do this. Okay, I need to do this,” Dean got very serious.

Sam sighed. “Be safe.”

“When am I not? Let's do this, Cas. Bon voyage.”

Castiel put his hand on Dean's shoulder and they both disappeared. Liam turned to Sam. “Now we wait and worry.”

The two of them sat quietly, Sam reading more on the sub when they heard the door open. Castiel entered and came down the stairs, completely soaked and dripping. Sam got to his feet. “Cas? Why're you...? Wait a second, where's Dean?”

“We made the leap, he got on, I didn't,” Castiel explained.

“What?” Sam suddenly looked a little panicked.

“I couldn't make it past the hull. Someone must've warded the ship.”

Liam sighed, and looked a little freaked as well. “Didn't I say something always goes wrong with us and time travel.”

“Delphine?” Sam guessed. “It has to be, I mean she's protecting the weapon, right? Cas, just go back to their last port, before she boarded! Leave a message so Dean knows!”

“Where? Where would Dean see it that the crew wouldn't? He's as likely to find the warding as he is any message I'd leave,” Castiel said.

“Then send me. You got Dean past the hull.”

“Right. We'll double down on what screwed us the first time. You're really bringing your A ideas today. I can't believe I lost it. Him. Can't believe I lost Dean. Well, it's up to him now to find and clear the warding.”

“No. We can help. There's gotta be something in magic or angel lore. Some way to clear the sigils from the outside. Cas, don't worry. We'll bring him back.”

“We better,” Liam said while staring at Castiel.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” the angel suddenly looked a little nervous.

“You're not acting like Cas.”

“Liam, you're just stressed,” Sam dismissed him. “We all are.”

“Sam is right,” Castiel nodded. “And perhaps the stress is affecting me as well.”

Sam got right to work looking for a way to get Castiel on the vessel to get Dean off. Liam started helping, but Castiel just picked up a magazine and sat at the other end of the table. It took a while, but Sam found something. “Wait a second. I think I have something. The spell of gathering, it's an incantation used to focus the power of celestial beings, angels, against all drawn forms of evasion. The spell is designed to clear all mystical or occult blockages. I mean this is highly theoretical magic, it's never been used before, but it sounds like it could work.”

Castiel looked up intrigued. “And the ingredients?”

“Uh...” Sam started looking. “All but one. That's why it's never been used before, it requires the power of an archangel.”

Castiel got up. “Well Sam, we may as well try.”

“We don't have time for long shots, Cas. Even at full power you're not strong enough.”

“He thinks he is,” Liam observed. “Why is that?”

Castiel turned to him annoyed. “Anyone ever tell you you think too much? You ask too many questions.”

“I always thought knowledge was power,” Liam fired back.

“Come on,” Sam pulled the blond's arm toward the archive room. “Let's keep looking. You and Cas are starting to turn into a couple that went through a nasty divorce. Take a break.”

A little while later a blond with red eyes entered the library and Castiel was cutting up the ingredients for the spell. “I knew it!” Astiratu hissed. “I'm not too stressed or crazy, am I?”

Lucifer sighed and turned to the half angel. “Well, you always have been and always will be crazy, but I had a feeling I wouldn't be able to hide from you. Sam and Dean are trusting and don't think too much, but you could feel me a mile away.”

Sam walked in on the last words and looked very confused. “What's going on?”

“I'm tired of trying to confuse the bloodhound,” Lucifer answered. “The spell you found will work, Sammy, because Astiratu and I, we did go through a nasty divorce.”

“Lucifer,” Sam choked out in realization.

“Why am I the only one that notices the details?” Astiratu was annoyed. “Why did only I notice that Cas hasn't been Cas since the cage?”

“Because only you have known both Castiel and I for a long time,” Lucifer answered for Sam. “Castiel has changed since spending so much time on earth, but some things remain the same. And then me, well, there was a time you could finish my sentences.”

“How?” Sam was trying to wrap his mind around everything.

“When we had a little moment I promised him I was the only one who could help with your little problem, so he said yes to me. Glad somebody did. Amara is proving to be more of a challenge than I thought, but that weapon Dean went to retrieve, that should be the ticket. The question is, what do I do with the two of you?”

“You don't do anything,” Astiratu had his jaw clenched. “Remember the last time you tried to hurt someone I cared about? I'm not gonna let you touch Sam. And I don't give a fuck if you like me in your way or not. I will put you down.”

“Sam, Asty....” the angel's demeanor seemed to change a little.

“Cas?” Astiratu was cautious.

“It's me,” Castiel assured them. “I need you both to understand. I wanted to be of service to the fight. And only Lucifer can beat her.”

“How could you let him take you in like that?” the half angel was angry. “I know he doesn't outright lie, but his ego is over-inflated. I could have told you that if you'd have asked me first.”

“Eject him!” Sam cried.

“I can't!” Castiel winced a little. “It's taking all my strength to hold him back. And besides, we need him!”

“No Cas, we don't. We'll find another way to stop Amara!”

“We need him to save Dean. Only Lucifer can time travel.”

Astiratu looked at the book with the spell. “I've got juice, maybe I could...”

“One problem with that, Sunshine,” Lucifer was back in control. “As powerful as you are, you're not an archangel. You're tainted with humanity.”

“Maybe that's a good thing.”

“Say, what would happen if I didn't save Dean?”

“But you said yourself, you need that weapon,” Sam was starting to panic.

“I did, and I probably do. But right now I've got Astiratu over a barrel, and that never happens. Too good to pass up.” He turned to the half angel. “What is Dean worth to you?”

Astiratu narrowed his eyes and his nostrils flared. “I'll kiss you. One you won't soon forget.”

“That all?”

“It's a whole lot better than me punching your lights out. Besides, it's something you really want, right?”

Lucifer thought about it a moment. “You wouldn't mean it, but it would be better than trying to pin you down or taking your abuse. Alright, fine.” Lucifer finished the spell, and then disappeared. He was back in a flash with Dean who fell to the floor. “Pay up,” Lucifer demanded.

Dean picked himself up and watched in confusion and anger as Astiratu slowly moved in and planted a long passionate kiss on Lucifer's lips. “What?” Dean looked to his brother for an explanation.

“That's not Cas anymore,” Sam gave him one.

Lucifer turned to Dean with a wide evil grin on his face. “Cat's out! I feel a burden lifted. You know, this whole deep cover thing, it just wasn't terribly well thought out. Donning this Cas mask? This grim face of angelic constipation? It just ugh. And then teaming up with you three. I mean, I thought you boys were insufferable as mortal enemies, but working with you, that's the soul crusher. And then of course the mask didn't fool my very best used to be. I suppose it was only a matter of time before you actually listened to him. Why the faces, boys? You should be cheering. We have a common enemy.” He threw Dean across the room and picked the Hand of God up off the floor. “With this, she will be no problem. And even with your cosmic pitbull protector, neither should you.”

“No!” Dean shouted as Lucifer held it in his hand and waited for the power to flow into him, but nothing happened.

“It kicked!” Lucifer cried angrily.

“Well. Who'd've thought the Hand of God would turn out to be a one hitter?” Dean smirked, looking relieved.

Lucifer started to charge at Dean, but was roughly grabbed by Astiratu and thrown. He disappeared in mid air, and the half angel sank to his knees looking a little winded. “You okay?” Dean was concerned.

“Define okay. Lucifer is loose on the world again because Castiel wanted to help so badly he forgot to think first... again...”

“Yeah. What do we do?” Sam asked.

“What else? We hunt Lucifer, trap the bastard, and save Cas,” Dean said like it was a simple thing.

Sam sighed. “Lucifer may be in control now, but Cas may not come back willingly. I mean he chose it.”

“No, not possible,” Dean wouldn't accept it.

“So how'd you get through today? I mean what did you do?”

“Nothing. Sam, they... I was just a witness.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No, story for another day.”

“Would you like to join me in a bubble bath?” Astiratu asked. “When I retreat, I'm gonna need you.”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “I'm not in for more screaming nightmares am I?”

“Dean, my worst nightmare just came true. What do you think?”

“You know I'm not-”

“Good with emotional stuff. I'm well aware. The important thing is you try. He never tried.”

Dean started to follow his other half to the bathroom, but turned back to Sam. “Hey, the uh German ship that sank the Bluefin, what happened to it?”

“It went down. Unlike the sub, its wreckage was found. It was a giant hole. It ripped through the entire thing. Something must've hit the fuel tanks and exploded, but it burned. Sank,” Sam answered. “Why?”

“Not something I wanna talk about right now.” Dean got a sad smile on his face then continued heading for the bathroom.
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