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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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Sam was lounging in the sitting room when Dean brought out a burger for him on a plate. “Lunch time. Enjoying being home again?”

“Oh yeah,” Sam nodded as he sat up. “I really missed my little boys, and I think they missed me too. It won’t be much longer until I have a daughter either. That’s a scary thought.”

Dean sat beside his brother. “Yeah, girls are a little different than boys. She’ll probably have us all wrapped around her little finger.”

Sam took a bite of the burger before setting it back down. “Um, listen, where’s Liam?”

“On the back porch having lunch with Natalie and the kids, why?”

“I was doing some thinking about what we learned about him. And then I did some serious research, and I thought I would share in case it makes a difference.”

Dean paused a moment. “I was going to try not to think about it, but go ahead.”

“Well, I read more of the ledger before we dropped it off at the bunker. Seems like our friend just dropped breadcrumbs of knowledge here and there, he didn’t actually design anything. And then, well, it was a difficult thing to find, but he seems like his main role was strategist. I found references of Hitler’s speeches coming from a divine being, as well as many battle strategies. I’m thinking...”

“That all he did was lead the horses to water.”

“Exactly. He didn’t hold a gun to anybody’s head. He just found a group whose message resonated with all the anger he was feeling, and he gave them a leg up.”

Dean let out a little sigh. “It still scares me.”

“I know. But there’s also the holy fire thing. Dean, only a purely good soul can conjure it. It is so rare… The only references I could find refer to Merlin being skilled in conjuring it. That’s pretty much it.”

“Didn’t he say he was Merlin at some point?”

“Yeah. I guess what I’m trying to convey is that he is good. He was just really frustrated and angry, and he did something really really bad.”

Dean gave a little nod. “Thanks for the info, but why bring it up?”

“Because I’ve noticed you’ve been a little distant toward Liam since we found out. He doesn’t know why, and it’s upsetting him.”

“Yeah, well, I guess I’ve just been digesting things.” Dean’s phone rang and he grabbed it to answer. “Yo.”

“Dean? Come quick,” Kevin’s voice came over the line and hung up.

“What? Kevin?” Dean looked panicked.

“Something wrong?”

“Guess.”

Dean got up and started to go pack. Sam went out to the back porch and couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of John covered in globs of ketchup. “Looks like you got more on you than in you, buddy. Anyway, Liam, go help Dean pack.”

“Really?” Liam looked a little frustrated.

“Really. It’s an emergency. We’ll explain on the way.” With a sigh the blond got up and headed upstairs. Sam went over to sit beside Natalie and pull her close with a hand on her now very large belly. “I really hate this.”

“I kinda do too,” she admitted. “But if you say it’s an emergency, it probably is. In your line of work… I’ll call Karen and tell her I need help with the boys the rest of the day.”

Sam gave her a little smile and kissed her forehead. “I know I suck, but I love you.”

They drove as quickly as they could out to the houseboat. Since they didn’t quite know what to expect they went in with guns drawn. Everything seemed quiet and empty. “Kevin? It's us,” Sam called out.

They split up and started searching. Dean opened the bathroom door and found Keven on his knees puking. “Found him.” When he finished Dean helped him back to the table. “Wow. You look like hammered crap.”

“Yeah,” Kevin agreed as he wiped his bloody nose.

“Are you sleeping?” Sam asked.

“Not really.”

“Are you eating?”

“Hot dogs, mostly.”

Dean gave a little nod. “Sure, yeah, breakfast of champions. Look, I'm gonna feel dirty saying this, but you might want a salad and a shower.”

“I know, and I've been getting bad headaches and nosebleeds, and I think maybe I had a small stroke. But it was worth it.”

“What was worth it?” Sam asked.

“I figured out how to close the Gates of hell,” Kevin announced.

Everyone’s jaw nearly hit the floor. “You… Come here, you smelly son of a bitch,” Dean got up and grabbed Kevin in a bear hug, lifting him off the floor.

Sam clapped his hands together. “Okay. So, what does this mean? What are we looking at?”

“It's a spell. It's just a few words of Aramaic, but...”

“Oh, here we go,” Dean sighed.

“The spell has to be spoken after you finish each of the three trials. The tablet says, ‘Whosoever chooses to undertake these tasks should fear not danger, nor death, nor...’ a word I think means getting your spine ripped out through your mouth for all eternity.”

“Good times,” Dean commented.

“Basically, God built a series of tests, and when you've done all three, you can slam the gates.”

“So, what, God wants us to take the SAT’s?” Sam looked a little confused.

Kevin shrugged. “I guess. Uh, he works in mysterious ways.”

Dean snorted. “Yeah, mysterious, douche-y ways. All right. Where do we start?”

“I've only been able to crack one of the tests so far, and it's gross. You've got to kill a hound of hell and bathe in its blood.”

“Awesome,” Dean gave a little nod.

“Awesome?” Sam raised an eyebrow like his brother was crazy.

“Yeah. Hey, if this means icing all demons, I got no problem gutting some devil dog and letting Calgon take me away.”

“Where are you gonna find one?” Kevin asked.

Dean crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. “Well, hellhounds like to collect on crossroads deals. So all we got to do is track down some loser who signed over his special sauce ten years ago, get between him and Clifford the big dead dog.”

Kevin looked skeptical. “Doesn't sound easy.”

“It’s not,” Sam confirmed.

Dean straitened up. “Look, you get on the net, see what you can dig up. Liam and I are gonna go for a supply run because we need goofer dust, and the kid needs to eat something that's not ground up hooves and pigs' anuses; not that there's anything wrong with that.”

Liam followed Dean around not making a peep. On the drive back to the houseboat he was staring silently out of the car window. “You’re quiet even for you,” Dean observed.

Liam turned to him. “Did I do something I don’t know about?”

“You have no idea,” Dean mumbled.

“What?”

“Nothing. You’re a little different when stuff happens that you don’t remember, yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?”

“You act like you don’t like me much anymore. I’ve given a lot for you, and you...”

Dean sighed and let his shoulders drop. “Babe, it’s got nothing to do with you. I know it’s usually corny crap when people say it’s not you it’s me, but this time it’s the actual truth. There’s stuff happening and I’m doing what I’m used to doing, pulling away. I’m sorry.”

“Well, could you try being how you started to be with me? Tell me stuff? Talk to me?”

“I’ll try. Look, I don’t want to have a heart to heart right now, but when we’re home again we’ll curl up in bed and reconnect, okay?”

“Okay.”

They got back to the houseboat and carried in the bags. “Hey. Did you know that there are, like six thousand kinds of tomatoes?” Dean put the shopping bags on the counter. “Did you find anything?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, demon signs ten years ago, all centered on Shoshone, Idaho.”

Dean smiled. “Okay, well, big time mojo means a big time freak. So, anybody have a horseshoe shoved up his ass?”

Sam chuckled. “That's one way of putting it,” he motioned to his laptop. “Meet the Cassitys, small time farmers who struck oil on their land in February of '03, which is weird because geological surveys-”

“Yeah, you had me at weird,” Dean interrupted. “Alright. We thinking deal?”

“Best lead we've got.”

Dean nodded. “Well, let's go visit the Beverly Hillbillies. You stay here,” he looked to Kevin, “work on step number two, and, uh, if you come across anything about hellhounds, drop a dime, okay? Because between the claws and the teeth and the whole invisibility thing, those bitches can be... real bitches.” He reached into a shopping bag and pulled out two bottles, tossing them to Kevin. “I got you a present. The, uh, blue ones are for the headaches, and the greens are for pep. Don't O.D.” he gave Kevin a little smack on the arm.

“You sure about that?” Sam whispered to his brother as they headed out.

“Sam, we are on the one yard line. It is time to play through the pain.”

“Yeah, but he’s no good to us if he drops dead,” Liam pointed out. “Which it looks like he might.”

They got into the car and drove all the way to Idaho, and up to a very nice looking farm. Dean got out and looked around. “Alright, keep an eye out. Anybody with a hellhound on their ass is gonna be showing signs, hallucinating, freaking out, the usual.”

“And if we find someone?” Sam asked.

“You get 'em clear. I spike fido. The crowd goes wild.” They walked over to where someone was working under a tractor. “Hey, pal, who runs this joint?”

A pretty young Hispanic woman slid out from under the tractor and stood up. “You're looking at her.”

“You own the ranch?” Sam looked a little surprised.

“Nope, just manage the property. You guys here about the job?”

“How'd you guess?” Dean gave her a charming smile.

“We get our share of drifters. Ever worked a farm before?”

“I have,” Liam answered.

“We're quick learners,” Sam motioned to him and Dean.

A man approached them. “Ellie, who we got here?”

“I'm Dean. This is Sam. That’s Liam.”

“Oh. Carl Granville. A pleasure,” he reached out his hand.

Sam shook it. “Pleasure. So you're not a Cassity?”

“No, my wife is. Her and her family own the place. I'm just one those, uh, what you call 'em?” He patted his somewhat pudgy belly. “Trophy husbands. So, we, uh, hiring the fellas?” he looked to Ellie.

“Not sure yet,” she seemed to be sizing them up.

“Oh, come on. They seem like swell guys.”

“Well, he's right. We're swell,” Dean gave another smile.

“Alright, come on,” she motioned for them to follow her. She led them around the barn and showed them two tiny rooms with beds and not much else. “You bed down in here. Breakfast is at five, dinner is at eight, and in between, you're mine. Questions?”

“We're good,” Sam assured her.

“Okay. Job is yours if you want it. But I better warn you, it's crap work.”

A little while later they were all three shoveling manure out of a horse barn. Dean sighed. “Crap. She literally meant crap.” With a little grunt he dumped a shovel full into a wheelbarrow and looked at a horse hanging its head out of the stall. “I hate you.”

“Aww, don’t say that,” Liam paused to pet the horse’s nose. “He looks like a very sweet boy.”

“I don't care. Do I look like a hippie?” A woman came toward them with Ellie close behind.

“Organic food is better for the cattle,” Ellie argued.

“My land, my animals, my money, my way, end of story.” The woman marched off and Ellie let out a deep sigh.

“She's a real piece of work, huh?” Dean commented.

Ellie turned toward him. “Alice Cassity's a piece of something, alright. But what are we gonna do? She's the boss,” she said before walking away herself.

“So, what are we thinking?” Sam asked.

Dean went back to shoveling. “What, deal wise? Well, Ellie's the help, so that rules her out.”

Sam nodded as he too went back to work. “And Carl doesn't really seem like the sell your soul type. So, Alice?”

“Ding ding ding.”

“Should we talk to her?”

“Why? So she can lie to us and then call the cops? No. No, we're gonna have to go stalker on this one, Sammy.”

Later that night they all three stood in the shadows watching the couple have dinner. They heard the howl, and were pretty sure they knew what that meant, so when Alice got up to check the horses that were clearly uneasy they followed her at a distance. Minutes later they heard a man screaming. It was Carl, he had been ripped apart by something.

The sheriff was called out and everyone stood by the body that was covered with a white sheet. “I'm sorry, Ellie. Carl seemed like a good guy,” Dean offered his condolences.

“The best,” Ellie nodded with a little tear in her eye.

“You say his head was practically ripped off?” Sam asked the sheriff.

“And you are?” the sheriff gave him a look.

“Just curious,” Sam answered.

“He's new. He works here,” Ellie told the sheriff.

“Carl died bad, let's leave it at that. They've been reintroducing wolves around these parts, but I never thought...”

“This wasn't a wolf,” Ellie shook her head. “I got to make some phone calls. The whole family's flying in for this.”

The sheriff gave a little snort. “All the Cassitys under one roof. Good luck.”

Dean stepped away from the body. “Oh, son of a bitch,” he groaned.

“So, what do you think?” Sam stepped up beside him.

“I think Carl signed the deal, and now he's dog food. Hellhound's gone, and we were too busy chasing a pile of Jack to stop it. Let's grab our stuff and get out of here.”

“I wouldn’t be too hasty just yet,” Liam said.

“Your gut?” Dean asked him.

Liam just gave a small shrug and headed out to the barn where Alice was brushing a horse. “You okay, Mrs. Cassity?” he asked her.

“Fine,” she answered quietly.

“You sure?”

“I really am. And I know I shouldn't be because I loved Carl... I think. I just can't remember why.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean... Carl grew up around here. We went to school together, and he was always mooning over me. But I never... I used to make fun of him.”

“When did you two get together?”

“Valentine's Day, 2003. I was at this party. Carl was there, and it was like I was seeing him for the first time. You know, suddenly he was cute and smart and funny. It was magic. Carl and I were happy for ten years. Now he's dead, and I'm not sad or angry. I'm just...fine.”

“I see,” Liam gave a little nod. He headed back to the room where Dean and Sam were packing. “Call it whatever you like, just fall to your knees and kiss my ring now.”

Dean paused. “You found something out.”

“I just talked to Alice in the barn. Carl didn't sell his soul for oil, he sold it for Alice. He loved her, she barely noticed him, so he made a deal. And now that time's up, it's like she barely even knew the guy.”

Dean looked at him. “You think our demon signed up more than one schmuck while he was in town?”

“Wouldn't be the first time,” Sam chimed in. “Look, Dean, this family's rich because someone booked a one way ticket downstairs. And as of tomorrow, they're all gonna be right here.”

“Okay,” Dean sighed. “Two against one I guess, but this better pan out.”

Sam went to his room, leaving Dean and Liam alone. Dean took his shirt off and tossed it to floor, watching Liam sit on the small bed. “What?” Liam asked when he noticed Dean staring.

“Nothing. Just thinking about how remarkable you are, and how lucky I am.”

Liam raised an eyebrow. “Now you want to pour on the charm? I take it you’re horny.”

“No. Well, yes, as always, but… You were right, I was pushing you away a little bit, and that’s not fair to you.” He sat on the bed beside his mate and brushed a finger lightly over his cheek. “There is no one on the planet quite like you. I know you said before you don’t like being different, but take a look around you. From what you say Carl sold his soul for a woman, and someone else sold theirs for wealth. People suck, man. You’re so much better. I don’t know what the hell I did to make anyone think I deserve you, but I sure as hell won’t complain that you love me.”

Liam gave his lover a soft smile and leaned in for a tender kiss, leaning back and gazing into Dean’s eyes. “I needed that. Sometimes I feel like I’m kidding myself, that you only keep me around because my inner freak comes in handy sometimes.”

“I won’t argue that your inner freak comes in very handy. But no, that’s not why I keep you near like I do. If that was the only reason I’d keep you as a hunting partner, nothing more. But if you’ll remember, this thing between us started long before we knew you were anything but a very peculiar vampire. If I didn’t honestly love you with all my heart then the spell to turn you human wouldn’t have worked. Keep reminding yourself of that.”

Liam nodded. “I guess we should catch some sleep then while we can.”

“Yeah, uh, just help me push these beds together. I find I don’t sleep very well without you nice and close.”

They all stood outside early the next afternoon when an SUV pulled up. An older man wearing a suit and cowboy boots got out. “Meet Noah Cassity,” Ellie said to them. “He's seventy one, worth a billion, and just married wife number five, a twenty year old lingerie model.”

“Because they have so much in common?” Dean joked.

“Alice is his oldest, and that's Cindy, the middle girl. She had a single on the country chart a few years ago. Then she started hitting the bottle, and, well... Her last album was a bunch of holiday songs for dogs. My favorites were ‘Jingle Bark Rock’ and ‘Don't Pee on this Tree: Happy Arbor Day.’ And there's the baby, Margot. She ran away just before Alice and Carl tied the knot, lives in Paris.”

“How do you know all this?” Sam asked.

“I've been working on this farm since I was thirteen, and I've got eyes. Okay, tonight is an all hands on deck situation. I'm gonna need one of you inside, serving dinner and pouring drinks, a lot of drinks.”

“Okay. Well, have fun,” Dean patted Sam on the arm. “I won't wait up.”

“And somebody's gonna man the grill.”

“What kind of grill?” Dean suddenly looked interested.

Later that night Dean happily manned the grill with his beautiful blond assistant. They were cleaning up when Sam came out. “You’re not gonna believe what I just heard in there.”

“What?”

“Ten years ago, to the day, when the family was still poor they invited a traveling salesman named Crowley to dinner.”

“So, what, do you think tea and crumpets made these deals and now he's collecting?”

“Or he just sent his dog, told it to go fetch. Dude's king of hell. Grabbing a few souls, that's got to be below his pay grade.”

“I guess. Any idea who signed the dotted line?”

“I have no clue. It's brutal in there.”

Dean’s phone rang. When he saw who it was he answered and put it on speaker phone. “Hey, Kev, what's up?”

“Hey, Dean, good news, uh, I think... kind of.”

“Don't oversell it.”

“Sorry. Um, I found something on the tablet, uh, about hellhounds. Uh, this mean anything to you, the dire creatures may be seen only by the damned or through an object scorched with holy fire?”

“Holy fire you say?” Dean looked to Liam. “Alright, thanks for the heads up. Hey, Kevin, uh, you did great, man. Get some sleep.” He hung up and turned to his brother. “Alright, Liam and I will take care of the, uh, the X-ray specs. You stay here. Do not let J.R. and the gang out of your sight, all right?”

Dean grabbed Liam’s arm and dragged him out to the barn before digging through junk. In an old coffee jar he found two pairs of glasses. With a grin he held out the glasses to Liam. “Here freaky, freaky, freaky.”

Liam’s eyes flashed red. “I am not a dog, and I find that offensive.”

“Sorry. Just teasing a little. I’m well aware that you’re… you. Just do your thing please.”

With a soft sigh Astiratu took the glasses and placed them in the palm of his hand. A bright flash of white flames enveloped them for a second. Dean reached out to carefully touch a pair, finding that they weren’t hot. He took the glasses and put them on. “Awesome, I think it worked.” He saw Ellie coming and took them off quick.

“I like it, the whole Clark Kent look,” she approached him.

“Ellie, hey,” he gave her a friendly smile.

“Hey. So...” She moved to put her hand on his chest. “I think you're really hot. You want to go to my room and have sex?”

Dean swallowed hard, his cheeks a bit flushed. “Normally I would, but uh...”

Liam raised his hands in a surrendering gesture and took a few steps back. “Don’t let me stop you.”

“Don’t start,” Dean growled as he took a step back from Ellie. “I turned her down, you big idiot!”

She looked surprised. “Oh, you two…?” she pointed back and forth between them. “Okay. Uh, embarrassing.”

Dean ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, me and him. Believe me, it’s complicated. But uh, we’ll just...” He smiled at her again and grabbed Liam by the wrist and dragged him away.

“You know you wanted to!” Liam growled when they were out of earshot.

Dean sighed and turned to face him. “Now is really not the time. Yeah, a pretty woman pretty much presses herself up against me, I’m gonna physically react. We’ve been through this I don’t know how many times now.”

Sam came running up to them. “Noah and Margot decided to go hunting for the thing that got Carl. I went with them, and the hellhound got Margot.”

“Super!” Dean shook his head. “Wouldn’t surprise me if the whole damn family made a deal for something. Where are they now?”

“In the house.”

They went inside where everyone was gathered in the living room. “What was that thing?” Noah asked.

“It was a hellhound,” Dean answered simply. “See, when you sell your soul to a demon, they're the ones that come and rip it out of you.”

“Demon?” Alice looked disturbed.

“Crowley. Poncey guy, about yea big, mountain of dicks. We know he was here ten years ago, making dreams come true. Now, if you didn't sign, great. That freak out there won't touch you. But if you did, I need to know, and I need to know now. So, hands up.”

Noah sat up at bit. “So, wait. The British guy was a demon, and now there's a hellhound after us? Are you insane?”

“They're obviously insane,” Cindy commented.

“Don't play dumb,” Sam shot her a look.

“Yeah. I'm not playing. I didn't sell my damn soul.”

Dean looked around. “Well, somebody did, and the sooner that idiot owns up, the sooner the rest of you can go.” Everyone just looked at each other, but no one said a word. “All right, seal 'em in.”

“What?” Alice’s eyes widened.

Sam pulled a pouch out of his pocket. “Look, I'm gonna spread goofer dust around the doors, the windows. That will keep the hellhound out for a while.”

“Long enough for me to stab it in its throat,” Dean pulled out Liam’s knife.

“No way. You can't do this. You can't-” Noah started to argue angrily.

“Yes, I can. You want to know why? Because it's what I do. And, buddy, I'm the best. See, I gut old yeller out there, and maybe, just maybe, you walk away. You're meat. So, sit down,” Dean pointed a gun at Noah, “shut up, and put these on,” he pulled out handcuffs.

Dean started pouring the black powder around while Sam and Liam handcuffed everyone to the furniture. “I don't... Who are you people?” Alice asked.

“We're here to help,” Sam assured her. “When the hellhound gets close, you might start seeing things, hearing things. It's gonna feel like you took the brown acid, and it's trying to kill you. The handcuffs are so you won't hurt yourselves.”

“And when one of you starts bugging out, we'll know who's on tap to be puppy chow,” Dean said before turning to walk away.

Sam and Liam joined him out in the entry way. “So, what's our play?” Sam asked.

“Well, you two camp here, figure out who whored their soul. I'm gonna go scout the grounds, see if I can't gank Huckleberry Hound before he makes his next move.”

“Wait, you're not going alone, Dean,” Sam argued. “I'm gonna come with you.”

“Wrong,” Dean gave his brother a stern look.

Sam glanced back at the family. “Uh, they're on lock down, and you need backup.”

“No, I don't.”

“Yes, you do.”

“No, I need you two to be safe, Sam, okay? That's what I need.”

Sam shook his head. “What? What am I, when are we ever safe?”

“And I don’t think this is your decision to make,” Liam added.

“Normally I’d say you were right,” Dean conceded. “But this is different.”

“How?” Sam demanded.

“Because of the three trials crap, God's little obstacle course. We've been down roads like this before, man, with Yellow Eyes, Lucifer, Dick friggin Roman. We both know where this ends, one of us dies... Or worse.”

“So, what, you just up and decided it's gonna be you?” Sam looked a little upset.

“I'm a grunt, Sam. You're not. You've always been the brains of this operation. Sam, you’ve got three kids at home. You see a light at the end of this ugly ass tunnel. I don't. But I tell you what I do know, it's that I'm gonna die with a gun in my hand. Because that's what I have waiting for me, that's all I have waiting for me. I want you to get out. I want you to have a life. You, with your wife and kids and grandkids someday, living till you're fat and bald and chugging Viagra, that is my perfect ending, and it's the only one that I'm gonna get. So I'm gonna do these trials. I'm gonna do them alone, end of story. You're staying here. I'm going out there. If landshark comes knocking, you call me. If you try to follow me, I'm gonna put a bullet in your damn leg.”

“And what about me?” Liam demanded. “I don’t have a family, or anything but you really.”

“That’s because I keep pulling you back. You said yourself before that you want out, that you want a more normal life. I want to see you both happy with a long future, don’t you idiots get it? So same goes for you, stay here or you’ll be walking with a limp. Don’t make me hurt either of you.” With that Dean turned and left.

Sam and Liam just looked at each other and went back into the living room where the family was arguing. “I don't know why you even think one of us made a deal,” Noah huffed.

“Because you struck oil where there was not any oil. That didn't seem weird to you?” Sam shot back as he put the glasses on and started looking out the windows.

The two men paced around the room for a little while, waiting for any sign of something happening. “I need to take a leak,” Noah grumbled.

“Hold it,” Sam ordered.

“Yeah, at my age? Not really an option, so either you let me go or get me a bottle.”

“Ugh. You're disgusting,” Cindy scrunched her features.

Sam spotted a hound outside, but then Alice got herself free and made a run for it. “Wait!” Sam shouted as he and Liam chased after her.

She nearly made it to her car when Liam caught her. “No!” she cried. “No, please. Just let me go, please. Please. No! Please, don't hurt my family.”

“We’re trying to help you.” Sam paused and looked around when they heard growling rather close. Get her in the house,” he ordered.

“Now you’re giving out orders?” Liam looked annoyed.

“Just go!”

With a sigh Liam started dragging her back inside as fast as he could manage. Sam headed off to the barn just in time to see Dean being torn apart by the hellhound. He shot at it, and it backed away with a whine. He saw the knife on the ground where Dean dropped it. As quickly as he could he grabbed it and shot the hound again. It lunged for him and knocked him to the ground. Sam lay on his back holding the beast back with one hand, and with the knife he sliced the beast open. Black blood spilled all over him and the hound died.

Sam sent Ellie to fetch Liam while he patched Dean up. A little while later they all stood in Ellie’s cabin. “You need to go to a hospital,” Ellie said when she saw the large bandage on Dean’s side.

“Oh, I've had worse,” Dean assured her.

“So, what now?” Ellie asked them.

“Now we make a hex bag, and you start running,” Dean answered. “If Crowley can't find you, then he won't be able to sic another mutt on you.”

“So I'm not going to hell?”

“Not on my watch. Will you give us a minute?”

“Sure,” she went outside.

“Dean, even if she can dodge Crowley, as soon as Ellie dies, her soul is earmarked for hell,” Sam reminded his brother.

“Not if we shut it down first,” Dean grabbed the bloody button down shirt Sam had been wearing.

Sam sighed. “The spell's not gonna work for you, Dean.” Dean ignored him and uttered the spell. Nothing happened. “Told you. I was the one who passed the test. And I'm doing the rest of them.”

“My ass you are!” Dean shouted.

“I'm closing the gates. It's a suicide mission for you.”

“Sam...”

“I want to slam hell shut, too, okay? But I want to survive it. I want to live, and so should you. You have friends up here, family,” he motioned to Liam. “You were right, okay? I see light at the end of this tunnel. And I'm sorry you don't, I am. But it's there. And if you come with me, I can take you to it.”

“Sam, be smart.”

“I am smart, and so are you. You're not a grunt, Dean. You're a genius, when it comes to lore, you're the best damn hunter I have ever seen, better than me, better than dad. I believe in you, Dean. So, please, please believe in me, too.”

Dean grumbled under his breath but handed the paper with the spell over. Sam took it and read it out loud. Suddenly he dropped to his knees grimacing in pain. “Sammy?” Dean looked concerned. They watched as the veins in his right hand and arm lit up in a bright white light. “You okay?”

It stopped after a minute. Sam took a few deep breaths and stood back up. “I'm good. I'm okay. I can do this. Now, let’s go home for a little break.”
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