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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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Dean’s tongue slid into Liam’s mouth, both of them gasping for air as Dean pounded into his lover. Then Dean’s lips moved to the side of Liam’s neck, causing the blond to throw his head back and let out a loud moan. Liam’s back arched and his hand wrapped around Dean’s back, fingernails raking down his shoulder as the blond brought Dean’s lips to his just as he spilled himself all over both of them. Dean let out an animal like growl as his own climax hit shortly after.

When the waves of intense pleasure passed Dean fell on top of Liam and pulled his lover close. Liam ran his fingers through Dean’s hair with a wide grin. “That was a long time coming.”

“And I needed it,” Dean leaned in to kiss Liam tenderly, his hand resting on the blond’s chest. “Your heart is still racing with mine.”

“I’m really glad we took a little together time. Dean,” Liam sat up a bit, “I’m sorry I get so touchy. It’s my own insecurity, and I shouldn’t be punishing you for it.”

“You do have a talent for driving me a little crazy,” Dean’s fingers traced down the side of Liam’s neck across his shoulder. “But I don’t think I can completely blame you for it.” He gazed into Liam’s eyes. “I love you, I’m more certain of that than I am the sky is blue. I never pictured myself in a real relationship with anyone really, but I thought if it ever did happen it would be some hot chick. Then you dropped into my lap, and… I don’t know… The world turned upside down for a bit. Babe, I still find women attractive. I still flirt with them, especially if I need something from them. Old habits die hard, but I would rather die than see anything happen to you. Every time you get seriously hurt on the job my guts twist.”

Liam gave a little nod. “I’m the more injury prone one I know, but I feel the same. It’s weird though. If you look at us separately it doesn’t seem like we fit together. But when I met you there was just something about you.”

“My irresistible charm?” Dean smirked.

Liam gave a little laugh. “Oh, that’s a big part of it. I love your sense of humor. I envied the bond you had with your brother. And like I said, I read people well. When we first met I could tell that under that asshole facade was a very good and very strong man. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Well, we do have cupid and heaven to thank for that initial spark. Despite some of our major differences, someone thought we should be together. I don’t think they were wrong. Liam, what I said back at that farm, it was true. I think you were definitely meant to hunt with us. The challenges we’ve faced, your inner freak is invaluable to us. But having you in my bed like this, holding you close every night, that’s something altogether different. My life was lonely and it sucked. You are a breath of fresh air.”

Their conversation was interrupted by Dean’s phone beeping. With a soft sigh he grabbed it to look at it. “Looks like James needs us. It doesn’t say why, but if you hold that thought I’ll go tell Sam we should probably leave in the morning.”

Dean slipped out of bed and into some boxers before padding his way down the hall to the master bedroom. He knocked on the door. “Little brother?”

“What?” Sam’s voice came from the other side.

Dean opened the door. “Sorry to bother you, but James, that cop that saved our bacon in St. Louis, he sent me a text. He needs our help with something. So uh, pack up in the morning?”

Sam sat up a bit. “Natalie has a doctor appointment tomorrow after lunch. I want to go. Plus, it would be super if you and Liam could watch the boys. I know our work is important, but Dean...”

“Right,” Dean nodded. “No argument here. We’ll leave after the appointment.”

“Oh, and Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“There are little boys in this house. Tell your man to keep it down, bite a pillow or something.”

Dean chuckled. “Sorry, he’s just a very passionate person. I happen to like that about him, but maybe I’ll get him a ball gag or something. That would actually be kinda kinky.”

The next day they sat at the table having sandwiches for lunch. “Are you excited about the baby coming soon?” Liam asked Natalie.

“Yeah, and a little nervous,” she rubbed her belly. “This part of pregnancy I think is the hardest part. I’m huge and moving around tires me out. Three kids under five, that’s… But I can’t wait to get this one out of me.”

Sam gave her a little smile and took her hand. “Yeah, never saw this coming, but it’s a good scary, right? Dean, I want to be here for her birth too. I was there for John, and Nathan too, even though I didn’t want to see Becky.”

Dean nodded. “We’ll try very hard to make that happen. If it was my kid I’d feel the same.”

“Well, time for us to go,” Natalie climbed to her feet and took her plate to the sink. “Take good care of the boys.”

“We always do,” Dean assured her.

When Sam and Natalie came back about two hours later Dean was on the floor with Nathan playing with a toy truck and Liam had John on the couch watching an old kids’ science show. “Daddy!” John flew off the couch and into his father’s arms.

“I guess you missed me,” Sam chuckled as he picked his son up. “Did you have fun with your uncles?”

“Yeah. Uncle Liam is really good at hide and seek. But Nathan couldn’t play.”

“Buddy, that’s because he’s too little. Don’t worry, when you both grow up a little bit you’ll be able to play together.”

“How did everything go?” Liam asked.

“Good,” Natalie answered. “She’s a healthy size, and in the right position.”

“She’s perfect,” Sam gave a little smile. “Just like her big brothers.”

“Daddy, I have to go potty.”

“Here,” Liam got up and grabbed John. “I’ll take you to the potty, brat. Daddy has to get ready to go somewhere again. Insurance doesn’t sell itself.”

“You have to go again?” John looked sad. “You gonna be here for my birthday?”

“I’m sorry, buddy,” Sam ran a hand through his son’s hair. “I know I leave a lot, but I’ll try really hard to be home for your birthday.”

Once they were ready they got into the car. “I’m starting to have a whole new appreciation for Dad,” Sam sighed as Dean pulled out onto the road. “Juggling this job with kids is really hard. Add to that a marriage, which Dad didn’t have to deal with when he started hunting.”

“Things not going that well?” Dean asked.

“Dean, I hardly see her. And when I am home time and attention gets taken up by kids. That’s not going to get any better with a new baby.”

“Like Dad you’ll do what you can. We’ll just have to make John’s birthday a priority.”

When they reached St. Louis it was dark and Dean pulled into a motel. “So, we calling James tonight?” Sam asked.

“No. I'll just call him tomorrow. I'm gonna go for a beer run. You need anything?”

“No, I'm good.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Because you did just gank a hellhound recently, which is no slice of pie, and, uh, there is a mine field of who knows what crap ahead. Just want to make sure that you are okay.”

“I’m good,” Sam insisted.

“Because, you know, we could find another devil dog. You could tag out. I could snuff the son of a bitch.”

Sam became very irritated. “Dean, Kevin doesn't even know what the next trial is yet. So whatever it is you're worried about, stop. I'll be ready.”

“Okay,” Dean gave a little nod.

Sam and Liam got out of the car to get their rooms. When Dean came back Sam was standing outside of his room. “Hey,” he greeted his brother a little nervously.

“Hey,” Dean watched his brother, sensing something was off.

“Okay, okay. Before you get pissed off, look, I just want you to know this isn't my fault. She just showed up at the door, okay? Didn't track in any mud. Just wanted her belly scratched. I figured maybe she could stay tonight, and we'd try and find her a home tomorrow.” He opened his room door and there was a very attractive black woman on his bed wearing a dog collar.

Dean glared at his brother. “You didn’t.”

Sam looked both horrified and confused. “Two seconds ago she was a dog.” Dean went to get Liam and Sam pulled out a knife. “Alright, who the hell are you?” Sam demanded.

“Not a shapeshifter, so you can stash the blade,” she answered. “I'm a familiar.”

“A what?” Dean came in with Liam in tow.

“Companion to a witch, some witches. Split their time between human and animal form,” Sam explained.

“I get a more accurate read on people in my other persona. Approaching guys in a motel room like this, well, it gets complicated. My name's Portia. I belong to James Frampton.”

Dean was taken aback. “No. See, that, that doesn't work for us, because that would mean that our buddy James is a witch.”

“Wow. You're quick,” she shot back sarcastically.

“James is a freaking witch?”

“He wasn't when you met him, but that last case you worked on with him...”

“Uh, lunatic alchemist. It was nasty,” Sam recalled.

“Not all witches are bad necessarily,” Liam said.

“And how do you know that?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

Liam just shrugged. “Same way I know pretty much everything else I know. Inner freak stuff. Did you not say to me what matters the most is what I do with my um, talents?”

“I did, but you’re not… You didn’t...”

Portia stood up. “I’d listen to your friend. James just wanted to learn more about that world, the black arts, witchcraft. It became the center of his life.”

“Wait. So James isn't a cop anymore?” Sam looked a little confused.

“Sure he is. Homicide detective. His new powers make his work even better.”

“Then what does he need from us?”

“Well, something's been happening to him. It started with excruciating headaches, screaming sounds in his ears, horrible nightmares. Unable to sleep or think. He can't work. It's like he's having a breakdown. Maybe you can find a way to help him.”

Dean shook his head. “Well, here's the thing. Uh, witches, not real fans.”

She got right up in Dean’s face. “Really? Well, James is a cop with a spotless record. He's used his skills for nothing but good. So why don't you lose the ignorant bigotry for maybe two seconds and give him a shot?”

“I really think we should look into this,” Liam added his two cents. “Please? Humor my inner freak?”

Dean’s shoulders dropped. “Now that I can’t say no to. We’ll investigate, but James’ hands better be as clean as you say they are.”

They sat down with Portia and she went into more detail. “So, these dreams James is having, he thinks that they're real?” Dean asked. “He thinks that he is actually killing people?”

She nodded. “I think so. At least that's what I picked up before he started blocking me.”

“What does that mean, blocking you?” Sam asked.

“Familiars and their masters, we can communicate telepathically. I can get inside of James' head anytime I want. But he shut me out.”

“So, what, you think maybe there's something in there he doesn't want you to see?”

“Possibly, yeah, something dark, you know, that's destroying him. He can't go to the police, and he doesn't trust other witches.”

“But he trusts us?” Dean looked a little surprised at that. “You do know who we are, right? We're the last people that somebody like James needs to be telling his troubles to.”

“This was my idea. I was the one who sent you the text under James' name. He doesn't know you're here. But...I think you're maybe all he has.”

Dean stood up. “Well, it’s getting late, and we’re getting tired. We’ll see you both in the morning,” he ushered Portia out and turned to Liam. “You really think this is a good idea, getting involved in this?”

“Yeah, I do. Dean, you don’t know what it’s like to be able to do things like blow away a thick steel door like nothing all because some inner voice guided you through it. I kill demons, and when you got stabbed I healed you. I’m not exactly normal here.”

Dean pulled him close. “I know, but believe me, you were born to do all those things, and probably other things we haven’t discovered yet. You do very good work. James, he wasn’t born like that, he did things, dark things.”

“But if what Portia says is true then he’s doing the same as me, using those gifts for good. We gonna start being picky as to what qualifies as good now? Like I said, humor me. Besides, don’t you owe people who save your lives?”

“But you do agree with me that if things get really hinky…?”

“I know. But let’s go in with open minds, shall we?”

The next morning they showed up at the house, and James was less than thrilled to see them. He and Portia went into the bedroom for a really loud argument before Portia came out as a dog and James came out looking very disheveled. “Sam, Dean, Liam.”

Dean shook his head. “Witchcraft, James? Really? What the hell are you thinking?”

“You come to help or pile on?”

“I'm just saying, you screw with that stuff, you're gonna fry your wiring.”

Sam stepped between them. “Alright. Look, why don't you tell us about these dreams? She said people were dying in them.”

“Dying? They were torn to bits. I, uh, I could feel my fingers ripping into their flesh.”

“But they were dreams?” Dean looked a little concerned.

“Well, I, uh, woke up in my bed.”

“Okay, so...Dreams?” Sam looked a little more relaxed.

“I'm not so sure.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed. “Not helping, James.”

“Those people, they died. I checked with the precinct.”

“Alright, well, maybe you heard it, and it stuck in your head,” Sam offered.

“You're… You don't think I told myself all that? You don't think I didn't say that wasn't me. I couldn't have done such a thing?” He stepped back and reached into a bag pulling out a white bloody shirt to show them.

“Is it yours?” Sam asked.

He showed them his initials stitched into a pocket before tossing the shirt onto the coffee table and plopping down in a chair to rest his head in his hands. “What's happening to me?”

“Well, how about this? Um, you pissed off another witch, and he or she hexed you and forced you to...” Liam offered.

“It's possible, I suppose, but I never heard of it.”

“How many of these dreams have you had?” Sam asked.

“Four. The most recent one is last night. Uh, it was a blind man. I, uh... I was choking him, and, uh...”

“Alright, James, we're gonna help you figure this out,” Dean assured him, “but you're gonna have to do your part.” He tossed a bag on the table and it made a loud clanking sound. He pulled out thick iron chains. “You're gonna have to stay put. House arrest, my friend.”

They left the house and Sam went to the motel to do research while Dean and Liam went on a little shopping trip for things they might need. “Got the last of it,” Dean held up a bag when he came in.

Sam was on the bed with his laptop. “Alright. Well, I have been looking at the crime scene reports, and they are exactly the same as James told us, victims, dates, location. The most recent one was a blind man, just like he said.”

“That's not good,” Dean shook his head.

“Also, I looked into his record on the force. He went from rookie detective to lieutenant basically overnight, and in the last four years, his solve rate's been right at about one hundred percent.”

“Of course. He's got the booga booga on his side.” Dean looked at all the ingredients he had spread out on the table. “Man, you know that we've never actually seen this witch killing spell of Bobby's work, right? I mean, this is not a sure thing.”

Sam gave a little chuckle. “Is anything we ever do a sure thing?”

“Well, no, but I would just like to have the odds in our favor as much as possible. I’m concerned.”

“Concerned about the, uh, the witch killing spell, or that I'm gonna mess these trials up?”

“Look, we get too far down the road with this, we can't go back, and it'll be too late for me to jump in.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Who says that you're gonna have to? You know, maybe I'll actually pull this one off.”

“I'm just saying.”

“I know what you're saying, Dean. You've said it. You know, I've been going over this and over this, asking myself why doesn't he trust me? And it occurred to me, finally. It's not that you don't trust me. It's that you can only trust you.”

“Children!” Liam growled.

Dean sighed and walked back over to the table. “You know, once I get this put together, we can't hesitate. If we got to use it, we use it.”

“You mean if we find the witch that's doing this to James?” Sam looked to his brother.

“Or if there is no other witch.”

“Or… it wouldn't be the first free pass we've given, Dean.”

“Look, I like James as much as the next guy, but people are getting ganked here. Besides, Benny, Kate, they were forced to be what they are. Let’s not even get into Liam, who we cured by the way. James chose this.”

Liam held a hand up. “Let’s just not get hasty and see where the evidence leads us, okay?”

Dean let out a little sigh. “Babe, I know this is important to you, and I understand why, really I do. I promise to try and keep an open mind, but if this goes south...”

They checked out the crime scenes thoroughly, finding a small bloody piece of ripped white shirt at one of them that was missed. Then Portia contacted them, wanting them to go somewhere with her. They decided that Sam would go to the police station and poke around while Dean and Liam would go with Portia.

They walked with Portia down a flight of stairs into a club. “Am I getting the stink eye in here or what?” Dean commented when he got a few funny looks.

“They can tell you're an outsider.”

“Are they all witches?”

“And stuff. But if there's information out here about James, they'll know.”

“How did James find you, anyway?”

“Not the way it works. The familiar finds the master, and they become inseparable.”

“Guess a lot of people feel that way about their pets.” She turned to give him a sharp look. “What?”

“I'm not James' pet.”

“Well, not all the time.”

She shot him another sharp glare. “Not ever. The master and the familiar, there's an unbreakable bond, like a melding of souls. We would die for each other.”

A man sitting on a couch waved over to them. “Portia. Over here.”

They walked over to him. “Dean, Liam, meet Phillippe LeChat. These two are wiccans from Detroit,” she introduced them.

“Really? Well...Sit, sit,” Philippe motioned to the couch across from him.

“Spencer here?” Portia asked as they sat.

“Somewhere. Tell me about James. Lot of buzz out there.”

“All gossip. The community has a little attitude going.”

Philippe chuckled. “He brings it on himself. The whole cop thing, witch cop, is he nuts? Then there's you, babe. It isn't done, Portia, and you know it.”

“I'm sorry. Uh, remind me, what isn't done?” Dean asked.

Just then a man walked up to them. “Portia,” he greeted her.

“Spencer's the man to ask,” Portia looked to Dean.

Dean nodded. “Oh, okay. Uh... You ever heard of a spell where a witch can control the actions of another witch?”

“No, I never heard of a thing like that. I don't think it's possible. How’s James?”

“Better. I'll tell him you asked,” Portia gave a small smile.

“Philippe, it's time we were going.”

“Of course,” Philippe nodded. He looked to Portia, Dean, and Liam. “Good night. So nice to meet you.”

Philippe turned into a black cat in front of them and Dean blinked as Spencer picked him up and walked away. Dean’s phone rang and he answered it. “Hey.”

“Where are you?” Sam’s voice was on the other end.

“Some witch bar. Why?”

“Listen, I just got the lab work back from the blood on James' shirt.”

“And?”

“Not good. Blood's an exact match to victim number three.”

“Well, that pretty much says it all, doesn't it? See you in a bit,” he hung up the phone. “Let’s go,” he motioned to Liam.

“Well, now what?” Sam asked when they returned to the hotel.

Dean looked to Liam. “We gave it a fair shake, and it looks really bad. I don’t think we have an option,” he said as he sat down and started assembling the witch killing spell.

Liam lowered himself onto the edge of the bed with a frown. “If I ever…?”

“You won’t,” Dean said with confidence. “Like I keep trying to tell you, there’s a difference between James and you.”

Once they were ready they headed back to James’ house. They broke in and tip toed back to his bedroom with the spell in a bottle. James was chained to the bed sleeping, and Dean was just about to light the cloth sticking out of the top of the bottle when Portia emerged from the bathroom. “No, Dean! You have to listen to me, please. It's not James!” she begged. “James and I were close, without psychological walls... intimate.”

“I don’t...” Dean looked confused.

“They had sex,” Sam put two and two together.

“Wow,” Dean gave an uncomfortable little chuckle. “I, uh, I didn't expect that.”

“We have an unusual relationship. Familiars aren't supposed to be sexually involved with their witches.”

Dean gave a little nod. “Understandable, you know, considering that you're a... well, and that he's... That's...” He looked to his companions. “Little help here? No?”

“James and I, we hadn't made love in weeks. His agony ate him up, and he shut me out. But tonight, I saw his thoughts, memories of the murders.”

Dean gave her a funny look. “I'm sorry, is this you trying to talk us out of ganking James or…?”

“Dean, that's all I saw, just the kills. No preparation, no thought process, no anticipation, no motive. Just the kills without context.”

“No other awareness of the crimes?” Sam asked.

“No. Doesn't that at least suggest he's under another's control?”

Dean shook his head. “Spencer said that wasn't possible.”

“He said he'd never heard of it. James is chained. He's confined. At least take a shot.”

Dean took one look at Liam’s face and let out a deep sigh. “Fine, we’ll take another crack at it, give it one more day. But Portia, I swear...”

Sam went back to the police station. Portia directed Dean and Liam to an abandoned garage to meet somebody. They got out of the car. “So this, uh, warlock we're meeting, he's a snitch?” Dean asked.

Portia nodded. “Cops have snitches all over town. James uses Drexyl when he suspects someone in the community.”

“I got to ask. I can't help but wonder...”

“Which came first, dog or girl?”

“Yeah, I mean, I'm just curious as to which one you consider yourself, mostly.”

“This have anything to do with what I told you about James and me last night? How you're imagining it?”

“What? No, that's… Okay, yes.”

Before anything more could be said another car drove up and a man got out to greet them. “Drexyl, this is Dean and Liam,” Portia introduced them.

“Wiccans, Detroit. I heard. So, here's the deal, absolutely no word on the street about any witch hexing another one.”

“You sure there's not any kind of spell?” Dean asked.

“Look, Detroit, I pride myself on reliable sourcing. There is, however, a lot of chatter about our James.”

“What kind of chatter?” Portia looked concerned.

“That he's gone ripper. Someone's circulating the rumor that he's set at full kill.”

“One of us?” Portia was visibly upset.

“If the cops get wind of it, arrest James, find out what he really is, that exposes the rest of us. You know that can't happen.”

“Meaning?” Dean looked at him.

“They're gonna give James two choices, leave or the full hara kiri.”

“Suicide?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Witches appreciate a grand gesture.”

“I won't let him do that,” Portia insisted.

“Well, the community might do it for him,” Drexyl said as he headed back to his car and left.

They went back to James’ house and Dean and Liam sat in the living room with papers scattered all over the coffee table for more research. Sam came back from the police station after a little while. “So, we have been going over Bobby's data,” Dean looked up when Sam came in.

“Anything?” Sam asked.

“Uh, Portia might not be wrong. Turns out there is a spell for, uh, for implanting images into another person's brain.”

“Really?” Sam looked a bit surprised.

“Yeah. Uh, creating false memories into another witch's mind.”

“Wow. So James could be convinced he killed those other people without ever touching them. So, then maybe it is somebody else.”

“Yeah, who's going to a hell of a lot of trouble to make it look like James. What'd the cops say?”

“Here's the thing, um, according to Ed Stoltz, they got zip, but they got something. I saw the, uh, tech guy who's working the case, and he had a huge file folder marked James Frampton.”

“Ed didn't mention that.”

“No, he did not. Alright. Oh, by the way, got to hand it to you. It's been fifteen hours since Portia mentioned her night with James, and not one bestiality joke outta you.”

“That’s like some kind of record,” Liam chuckled. “And you get a prize.” He leaned over to give Dean a heated kiss.

“Uh, save that thought for later,” Dean grinned and got up to go talk to James.

James was still chained to his bed. “Portia tells me my friends in the community want me burned at the stake.”

“I'm not gonna lie. It's, uh, it's getting ugly,” Dean confirmed.

“Yeah, the cops may have more on the case than they're saying, including a thick dossier on you,” Sam told him.

“Me?” James looked surprised.

“Yeah. I get the feeling whatever they have is under lock and key at the precinct, uh, room C-110.”

“Then we need to break in.”

“Sure, yeah. A locked room in a joint crawling with cops twenty four-seven, why didn't I think of that?” Dean scoffed.

“Dean, a witch can go to a place without having to go to a place.”

“What, like phone sex?”

Liam gave him a little glare. “Everything is sex with you, isn’t it?”

“It makes up a big part of my thought process, yes.”

“Astral projection. I can project my awareness anywhere,” James explained. “From the comfort of right here. But these have got to go,” he held up his arms and motioned to the chains.

“Not gonna happen,” Dean shook his head.

“Irons on, no magic. No magic, no break in.”

Sam let out a deep sigh. “Okay. But only if we can go with you.”

They unchained him and sat at the edge of the bed, Dean and Sam on either side. “James, are you sure you're still even able to do this?” Portia seemed concerned.

Dean let out a little snort. “Oh, well, that's a confidence builder. Anything else I should know before I become some disembodied thing, completely at his mercy?”

“Just close your eyes,” James instructed and he put a hand on each of their shoulders. “Whatever I see, I'll pass on to you, too.”

He started chanting and the three men suddenly seemed different. After a few minutes James stood up, leaving the brothers on the bed breathing heavily. “James, why don't you give us a little warning you're gonna snap us back like that?” Dean tried to steady himself.

“Stoltz, he's building a case against me,” James looked panicked.

“What?” Portia’s eyes narrowed.

“Ed, he's always wanted a breakthrough case. Nailing a renegade cop, that would qualify.”

“Yeah, especially one he holds a grudge against,” Sam agreed.

“My first case, they dropped him as lead detective. They went with me.”

“So what is this, you think, a payback?” Sam asked.

“He can't just arrest you. He needs evidence. He needs proof,” Portia was panicking a little.

“He's got it! He's got everything.”

“From who?”

“Phil. The cat,” Dean answered the question.

James started getting agitated and breathing heavy. “Take it easy,” Sam stood up. “Talk this out, buddy.”

James threw a hand out and all three men were flung into the wall and knocked out. They woke only a few minutes later. “Ow...” Liam groaned as he rubbed his head.

“Babe, you okay?” Dean checked him over.

“Nothing a handful of aspirin won’t fix. But we gotta go after James. I’m thinking he went after the cat.”

“I think you’re right,” Dean said as he helped his mate up.

They drove to the club and when they went down the stairs they saw James in the middle of the room having a tense conversation with Spencer. Philippe was dead on the bar. “So James didn't kill those-” before Dean could finish the sentence Spencer flung all three of them into tables.

James threw an energy ball at Spencer, only knocking him back a bit. Spencer scoffed. “Seriously, you want to take me on?”

While the two went back and forth Sam, Dean, and Liam quickly gathered themselves. Dean got out the witch killing bottle and was set to light it again when Spencer turned around. “It's not only James' head I can get inside.” He sent a beam of energy toward the three men. Sam and Dean’s eyes clouded over, but Liam’s eyes flashed red and narrowed. “What the…?” Spencer was confused.

Astiratu smirked evilly. “Out of all the lessons you learned you skipped over the most important. Power comes from the soul, and sugar, I am way above your pay grade.” Sam and Dean started to recover and watch the scene. “Wanna see a real neat trick?” The half angel concentrated and Spencer’s eyes clouded over and he fell to his knees screaming in agony. It stopped after a minute. “Okay, I’m bored now.” Astiratu grabbed the bottle from Dean’s hand and said the incantation before lighting it and tossing it at Spencer. Spencer screamed as he went up in flames.

“What just happened?” James blinked.

“Your friend screwed with something he shouldn’t have,” Dean answered. “Let’s just leave it at that.” A few seconds later Liam was himself again and threw himself into Dean’s arms. “It’s okay, Babe,” Dean tried to soothe him.

A little while later they were all standing outside the motel by their cars. “You sure you don't want to stay and fight this?” Sam asked James. “Look, we can help you.”

James shook his head. “Eh, Spencer was right. Ed Stoltz has built enough of a case against me to make life hell for a long time, and the community here wants no part of us.”

Portia wrapped an arm around his waist. “We start over. We're used to it. It's the way it's always been, for all of us.”

The three men watched as James and Portia got in their car and drove off. Then they packed up and left themselves. They had been driving in silence for a few moments when Dean let out a little sigh. “Well, it's possible I was wrong.”

Sam looked over to his brother. “What, about James? Dude, we were all ready to gank the guy.”

“No, that's not what I meant. Back there, when Spencer had us. He screwed with my head. I saw mom... When she died... And then some other crap.”

“Yeah. Me, too.”

“You know, when I look back at what our family's been through, what everybody's been through, seeing all that pain... I realize that the only way we've made it through it all is by hanging together. I trust you, Sammy. With this deal, locking those sons of bitches up in the furnace once and for all, it's too important not to. So if you say you're good, then that's it. I'm with you one hundred percent.”

“I’m good,” Sam insisted before he had a little coughing fit. He wiped the corner of his mouth and saw a little blood. No one else noticed so he just wiped it on his pants and remained silent.
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Hunting Humanity VII