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Hunting Humanity VIII	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1470 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam and Dean sat in the living room after dinner one evening. Sam had Rayna in his arms and he was giving her a bottle. Dean dialed Crowley again. “Come on, Crowley. Pick up! Where the hell is he? It's not like he's got a social life,” Dean grumbled.

Sam looked up at him for a moment. “Uh, are you actually worried?”

“Guy's got one job, find the First Blade, bring it back. How hard is that?”

“It's Crowley. He's not exactly a team player.”

“Yeah, but his ass is on the line, too. He goes missing for weeks on end without a peep? Well, not one that makes sense, anyway. Listen to this.”

Dean got into his messages and started playing one. “Dean. Um...” Crowley’s voice started, and then it was just a bunch of mumbling.

Sam blinked. “Wait a second. Did he drunk dial you?”

“That’s what it sounds like,” Dean sighed and plopped himself on the other end of the couch. “Look at you all dad like.”

Sam shrugged. “I am a dad. Not a very good one...”

“Will you quit with that!” Dean snapped. “Liam and I keep telling you to just do your best. That’s what our dad did. And isn’t that the very same advice our grandfather gave you when he was around?”

“Yeah,” Sam gave a little nod and set the bottle to the side when Rayna quit drinking. “But you didn’t have a little boy come home from preschool yesterday and ask why you have to work so much. He liked it better when I was home all the time. And Rayna, I see her so little that she probably doesn’t even know who I am.”

“Sure she does,” Liam came in with a little smile. “You talked to her before she was born just like you did with John, so you’re that dude.” He lowered himself into the recliner. “Anyhow, the boys have had their bath, Nathan is in bed, and Natalie is reading to John before he goes to sleep. So all of that is taken care of.”

“And I’m sure that Sam is gonna hate this, but now that you’re here...” Dean looked to his husband.

Liam frowned. “From the tone of your voice I’m probably not gonna like it either.”

“Look, I know you’re both tired of hearing about Crowley, but I’m starting to get concerned here. It’s been how long since Cain told us where the First Blade was, one would think he could’ve found it by now, but I can’t even get him on the phone. At the very least I say we go do some digging, get some kind of information. This is too important to sit around with our thumbs up our asses.”

Sam and Liam looked at each other. “Fine,” Sam got to his feet. “Just let me put Rayna in her crib and tell Natalie we’re leaving. Then we’ll go summon a demon. Gee, that sounds so natural,” Sam’s tone had a bit of sarcasm in it.

About an hour later they were standing at a crossroads. Sam was putting everything they needed in a box and burying it at the center. Dean was spray painting a large devil’s trap. “Alright, do it,” Dean looked to his brother when he finished.

Sam said an incantation and moments later they turned around to see the infamous Snooki behind them with red eyes. Sam could hardly believe it. “Is that, uh...?”

Dean shook his head. “Well, that explains a lot.”

Sam gathered himself. “Okay, uh, look...Snooki, can I call you Snooki?”

“No. It's Nicole now,” she looked a little annoyed.

“Okay, then. Nicole... We can do this one of two ways. The easy way where you talk. Or the easier way,” he took out their knife, “you still talk.”

Dean gave a little smirk. “I vote for number two.”

“We just want some basic information on Crowley. That's it,” Sam told her.

She rolled her eyes. “Google him. Are we done?” Sam advanced on her with the knife. “Whoa! Not the face! Are you crazy? Listen, guys, what happens in hell stays in hell. I got nothing.”

“But you do have a pretty sweet deal with Crowley in charge,” Dean pointed out. “If Adrian wins, you can kiss all that goodbye.”

Sam nodded. “All the fancy cars, the book deals.”

“I'm doing fine. Thanks,” she snapped at them.

Dean gave a little shrug. “Oh. Well, good luck landing your next gig inside a devil's trap.”

She let out an irritated sigh. “What do you want to know?”

“Where is Crowley?” Sam asked.

“Last time I heard, he was somewhere in the western Pacific.”

Sam gave a little nod. “Makes sense.”

“Really? Floating around in the ocean while his kingdom goes up in flames? Hell's getting crazy. Even the loyalists want to sign on with Adrian. He's gonna make his move. Are we done? I got a thing.” The brothers looked at each other for a second, then Sam started the exorcism chant. “Seriously? An exorcism? We had a deal!”

“See ya, Snooks,” Dean gave her a little wave goodbye.

They went back home and Sam set up his laptop to do a little research. Dean came in after getting ready for bed. “Hey. So, Cain said the First Blade was tossed in the deepest ocean, right?” Sam asked his brother. “That's the Mariana Trench. Maybe Crowley found it, and it's a double cross.”

“That doesn't make sense. He wants me to power it up and kill the ginger. He set it up.”

“Okay. Assuming he does show up with it, Crowley is only useful to us until we have the blade. So, there's nothing stopping us from using it on him, right?”

“Nothing at all,” Dean agreed. His phone started ringing and he looked to see who it was. “Speak of the devil,” he looked surprised before answering. “Did you find the First Blade?” After a short conversation Dean hung up and clenched his jaw. “He doesn’t have the blade, but he needs our help. Figures.”

Sam powered down the laptop. “Did he say what he needed help with?”

“No, just told me where he is. As much as I’d love to just let the bastard rot, we kinda still need him.”

Sam bit his lip. “Why can’t we just wake up Astiratu and let him finish the job?”

“No!” Dean snapped. “It’s hard to tell anymore, but if what Gadreel told me is true when I thought he was Ezekiel, then no, he can’t do it without killing himself. I know it’s selfish of me, but just no. That’s not a risk I’m willing to take.”

Sam let out a little sigh. “I can’t completely blame you there. Don’t think I don’t notice how much happier you seem with him around. How are you taking to being married anyway?”

Dean shrugged and started playing with the ring on his finger. “Nothing really seems different to me. It’s a piece of paper on our bedroom wall and a ring.”

Sam gave a little chuckle. “Yeah.. At the same time it kind of makes a relationship seem more permanent though.”

“Have you seen the divorce rate lately? But, Sammy, I think we got good people. I mean, if I went up there right now and tried to wake him to leave tonight there’s a decent chance he might bite me...”

Sam laughed. “Yep, he might. The bite mark from the last time you tried to do that healed up nicely though. I wouldn’t want to leave tonight anyway. I can’t just disappear in the middle of the night anymore. Natalie will need to call the nanny, and I think it would be nice if I could at least take John to preschool in the morning. Let’s face it, our lives are forever changed.”

“For the better,” Dean agreed.

They left in the morning and drove to the other side of the country. When they found Crowley’s room and let themselves in he wasn’t there, but three dead bodies were. Two of them looked like they had been drained of blood. The woman in the bedroom had likely been possessed.

They didn’t have to wait long for Crowley to return with a paper bag in hand. “And what do you call this?” Dean glared at the demon while kicking the foot of one of the bodies.

“Refreshments?” Crowley gave them a little charming smile.

“What's in the bag, Crowley?” Sam asked suspiciously.

“Nothing,” Crowley insisted.

“Really? Maybe I can, uh…,” Sam snatched the bag and opened it to reveal a bag of human blood. “What, are you knocking over blood banks?”

Sam grabbed the demon by the arm and forced him down into the chair. Dean handcuffed him. “Come on, guys,” Crowley actually looked a little hurt.

Dean stood over him. “Look at you. You're a mess. You know, we were counting on you. You let us down.”

“Your slimy followers were counting on you to kill Adrian, and you let them down,” Sam added. “It’s pathetic.”

Crowley looked back and forth between the brothers. “What is this? An intervention?”

“You need to focus, Crowley. Get a grip!” Sam snapped at him.

“What, you just gonna let hell go to hell?” Dean was annoyed.

“You don't know what it's like to be human!” Crowley blurted out.

Liam raised an eyebrow. “Are you high? Have you forgotten who you’re talking to?”

Crowley let out a little huff. “It's your DNA. It's my addiction, my cross, my burden! I see the darkness of it now, the Anthony Weiner of it. It makes you needy. I needed her. Lola used me. She reported everything I did back to Adrian.”

Sam’s eyes narrowed. “Crowley... Did you tell her about the First Blade?”

Crowley paused. “I don't know. Things get a trifle blurry when I'm medicated.”

Sam let his head fall back. “Great. If he told Lola, she definitely told Adrian.”

Dean shook his head. “Which means that Adrian's in the hunt for this thing, too. Alright, you know what? This crap ends now. You're cut off. Okay? Kicking it. Cold turkey. Back to the bunker we go.”

They dragged the demon out still handcuffed and threw him in the back of the car. Dean motioned for Liam to get in the back with him. “Why do I have to share the backseat with the demon?” the blond argued.

“Because your the one that can keep in line,” Dean answered.

“He’s handcuffed with those warded cuffs.”

“Just get back there!” Dean gave him a little shove. “I don’t wanna waste precious time arguing with you.”

Liam huffed when he settled behind Dean. “I feel so warm and fuzzy inside,” Crowley commented sarcastically. Liam growled and shocked him in the chest. “Ow!”

They drove back to the bunker and chained Crowley back up in the dungeon. “Back in this fetid pit. Could at least have added some throw pillows.”

Sam was sitting with his laptop. “Focus. Okay. You swept the Mariana Trench. And...?”

“And the First Blade was not, as hoped, in the Trench. It had in fact been scooped up by an unmanned sub, from whom it was stolen by a research assistant, who reportedly sold it to Portuguese smugglers, who in turn, lost it to Moroccan pirates in a poker game.”

“What?” Sam blinked in confusion.

“Poor moose. It's always a little tricky keeping up, isn't it?”

Sam noticed Crowley was watching him. “What are you doing?”

“I'm still a little tainted by humanity. Makes me sentimental.”

“Well, stop.”

“You and I both know we shared a moment back in that church. And on some level, we are bonded.”

Sam sighed. “Crowley, the only reason you are alive is that we need your help to deal with Adrian because he is an even worse pile of crap than you are. And that is the extent of my concern for you. Got it? Okay. What happened after the pirates?”

It took Sam a little while to track down someone who might know something about the blade. A meeting was set up and they went to the park in the middle of the night. Sam and Dean sat on a bench while Liam was supposed to stand with Crowley a little ways away. Sam turned and watched as Crowley started fiddling with a vending machine. “What is Crowley doing?”

Dean turned to look. “He’s stealing candy.”

Sam sighed. “He is, he's stealing candy, and Liam is just standing there.”

Dean shrugged. “We just told him to keep Crowley from screwing this up. You know, at least when Cas was human, he was an okay guy. Should've known Crowley would be a douche version.” Dean stood and turned to them. “Hey! Cut it out, man! Image! You're the king of rotten. Act like it.” He sat back down. “You really think this guy's gonna show up? I mean, this isn't exactly a place where million dollar deals go down.”

“Look, word is, this André Develin character bought the blade from the pirates, and he's been shopping it around. That's all I know.” A man approached them. “Heads up.” He stood. “Mr. Develin, we spoke on the phone,” Sam greeted the man.

“You said you represent a serious collector with an interest in a private transaction.”

“Did he?” Dean started to pull out an ID. “Oh. Well, what he meant to say was, is that we are with the FBI.”

Develin frowned. “Then good evening.” He started to walk away.

“Wait a second. We just want some answers,” Sam tried to stop him.

“I'm merely a facilitator between the buyer and the seller, a conduit. So, unless I'm being detained...” Suddenly red smoke came out of Crowley’s mouth and flowed into Develin’s. Only a minute later it returned back into Crowley’s body. “So, am I? Being detained?” he didn’t even seem to know that anything had happened.

“Not at the moment. No, but we've got our eyes on you,” Dean tried to maintain his cool.

When Develin was gone Crowley and Liam walked over to the brothers. “National Institute of Antiquities.” Crowley had a gleam in his eye.

Dean looked to Liam. “You were supposed to keep an eye on him!”

Liam shrugged. “I actually thought it was a brilliant idea. It didn’t sound like you two were going to get anywhere. Now, had I been allowed to do the charming...”

“Shut up...” Dean grabbed Liam’s wrist and dragged him back to the car.

They drove to the institute and stumbled onto what looked like a triple murder. They flashed their FBI badges to find out what was going on. “I don't have much for you guys,” the lead detective frowned. “The guards were good men. They'd been here for years, vetted, honest. But...”

“But?” Dean could guess that something weird had happened.

“Security camera shows a research assistant caught them breaking into vault number one. And it gets weirder.” He showed them the security footage. After the vault was opened the guards took turns shooting each other, then one of them shot out the camera. “Like I said.”

“Anything special about the particular vault they opened?” Sam asked.

“Vault number one is where they keep rare, new acquisitions while they're being examined.”

“So what was stolen?” Dean asked.

“That's the kicker, nothing. The curator, Dr. McElroy, said the vault's been empty for weeks.”

The detective was called away and the three men stepped out into the hall. Dean looked to his companions. “Okay, so, just connecting the dots here, the blade was likely put in there when it first got here.”

Sam nodded. “The guards were obviously demons, so... What? When the vault turned out to be empty, they killed their guard meat suits and smoked out?”

Dean sighed. “And reported back to who? Adrian?”

“Most likely,” Liam glanced back at the vault. “This means Adrian definitely knows what we’re up to. Not only have we lost the element of surprise, but it would seem that they are one step ahead of us. This is bad. Can I shoot Crowley?”

“No,” Dean grabbed his hand. “That won’t solve anything. What we can do is find some piece of information that Adrian doesn’t have to spin the advantage back to us.”

While the bodies were being wheeled out they found the curator and started talking to her. “So, the First Blade was never on display?” Sam asked.

She shook her head while she stared at Dean. “No authenticated item by that name was ever on these premises.”

Dean tried to remain professional. “Dr. McElroy, this blade was stolen and smuggled into the US in violation of treaties with several governments. We can compel you to speak.”

“Compel? And what might that involve?” she smirked suggestively. “Alright, look, I did acquire the so called First Blade. And carbon dating did peg it to biblical times, but the authentication proved unreliable.”

“So it was in the vault,” Dean confirmed.

“I removed it myself. The guards didn't know.”

“And where is it now?” Sam asked.

“Several weeks ago, a confidential offer was made to purchase it. I was afraid we would never authenticate the thing, so...”

“Who was the buyer?” Dean asked.

“Sorry. The buyer insisted on absolute secrecy.”

“Well federal statutes trump your little deal. So...the buyer?”

She gave Dean another coy smirk. “And you'll get it out of me one way or another, won't you, Agent?”

“That’s it,” Liam grumbled and grabbed her shoulders to roughly turn her so that she was facing him instead. “First of all, he’s taken, by me. Second, watching you undress him with your eyes has made me really not in the mood for your cute act. Spill.”

She looked a little confused and disappointed. “That’s allowed?”

“As long as we’re not on the clock when I screw his brains out, uh, yeah. Now, about this artifact that you sold that you should’ve never had in the first place...”

“I never did know his real identity. He called himself Magnus. Don't ask me where he lives. I have no idea. But I do have a meeting. If you’ll excuse me.”

When she was gone Dean turned to Liam. “Babe, you really shouldn’t be getting jealous like that. You know I’m going to bed with you tonight. I can’t help it that she was attracted to me.”

“Hey,” Sam got their attention. “Did you catch that? Magnus? Albert Magnus? The name the Men of Letters used when they want to be incognito?”

Dean thought about it a minute. “Yeah, but we know that all of the Men of Letters are dead.”

“Do we?” Sam gave his brother a look.

Liam raised an eyebrow. “You suggesting that maybe someone was out sick the night of the so called fire?”

“Or something like that. It’s worth checking into.”

Dean gave a little nod. “Some information we have that Adrian doesn’t.”

They drove back to the bunker and went straight to the dungeon where Crowley was still chained up. He perked up a little when he saw them. “Turn down service? I'd like a mint on my pillow.”

“What do you know about the Men of Letters massacre of 1958?” Sam demanded.

Dean leaned against the wall. “We know Abaddon missed our grandfather and Larry Ganem. Was there anybody else?”

Crowley snorted. “Let me get this straight. You keep me locked up in this closet, ignore my suffering, and then come barging in here and demand my help?”

Dean gave him a cocky smirk. “More or less, yeah.”

“Did I or did I not keep my end of the bargain the other night? Quite brilliantly, I might add. We are partners! And you owe me!”

“Why would we owe you?” Liam crossed his arms.

“I wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for you three. You shoot me up. You make me a junkie. You keep me stashed away for months while my kingdom falls apart!”

Liam gave a little shrug. “If memory serves me, you didn’t leave us with much of a choice. We’re only working with you because of a common enemy.”

Dean pulled his husband back. “What do you want?”

“First of all, put a muzzle on him,” he motioned to Liam. “Second, I want out of here. We may not like each other, but you do need me, so start acting like it.”

Dean let out a little sigh. “Not muzzling my husband, but fine to the other thing, so long as you keep holding your end up.”

They unchained him and took him up to the library. Crowley was relaxing in a chair while the rest of them went through old membership records. “It's not a very good scotch, is it?”

Sam set aside another box. “Okay, Crowley, we have gone through the records for the entire membership in 1958. Every single name matches the men who were killed.”

“That would be the active membership, correct?” Crowley asked, looking a little smug. Sam rolled his eyes. “Were you three dropped on your heads a great deal? Rumor has it that a rogue member was tossed out on his arse. Does that make him active? Seriously, boys, how did you ever function without me?”

Dean picked up another box. “Infamati et obliterati,” he read on the cover.

“Dishonored and forgotten,” Crowley translated.

They opened the file and started going through it. “Wow. This guy was something,” Dean commented as he handed a paper to his brother.

“Tough name,” Sam started reading.

“Yeah, Cuthbert Sinclair. I'd have just gone with Magnus.”

“Looks like he designed most of the warding that keeps the bunker safe.”

Dean pointed to a paragraph. “Says here he was named Master of Spell right after he initiated.”

Sam continued to read. “I guess his work got a little crazy. The leadership called it eccentric and irresponsible.”

Liam snorted. “He must’ve been one hell of a nut then, because some of the things they were involved with...”

Dean picked up another paper from the file. “So these are the projects that he proposed the last two years he was here. Look at this, all rejected.”

“So difficult, brilliant, ahead of your time, despised for it. Trust me, I know,” Crowley had a slightly dramatic tone.

Dean ignored him. “Formal separation from Men of Letters in April 1956.”

Sam looked to his companions. “He missed the massacre.”

Crowley took another sip of scotch. “I never knew his name, but I heard someone was out. Did my damndest to find him. Thought he might be my way inside this joint.”

“So where'd you look?” Sam asked.

Crowley stood up. “Time for another field trip.”

Crowley led them through some woods into a clearing. Dean looked around. “So this is where your demons tracked him to?”

“Exact spot. My boys never could find him. I'm sensing nothing, so if he's here, he's warded up to the gills.”

“Well, he was a genius at it, right?” Sam pointed out. “Sure as hell ain't gonna be found by a bunch of demons.”

“Oh, like he's gonna open his heart to you lot, because you're such prizes?” Crowley was a little snappy.

“Better, we’re legacies,” Dean repeated what their grandfather had told them. “Alright, if he's so bent on hiding, maybe he's watching. Give it a shot.”

Sam stepped a little further out into the clearing. “Cuthbert Sinclair, uh, Magnus, whatever,” he spoke into the open space. “We're Sam and Dean Winchester, Henry Winchester's grandsons.”

“And Men of Letters, ourselves,” Dean added.

“I’m the grandson of an Irish Man of Letters,” Liam felt a little odd talking into empty space.

“We know what happened back in the day,” Sam continued. “We don't necessarily agree with it. We figured maybe you want to tell your side of the story.”

A smoky door appeared in front of them. They walked through it and found themselves in the hallway of an elaborate mansion. Dean started leading them down the hallway when two vampires ambushed them. They fought them off and beheaded them fairly easily. “Bravo!” a male voice echoed through the hall. “Well done.”

“Cuthbert?” Liam looked around for the man.

He eventually appeared and led them into a little sitting room. He motioned for them to have a seat while he poured himself a drink. “Sorry about all the theatricality. I just wanted to see what you three were made of.”

“So, what, are we underground?” Dean looked intrigued.

“No, my fortress is right where you were standing. But it's invisible.”

Dean looked over the guy who still seemed to be in his thirties. “Well, you're looking good for a guy pushing ninety.”

“Well, thanks, sport. There's a spell for damn near everything. I am impressed, though. You did exactly what you should've done. Though I am gonna miss those two from my zoo.”

“Your zoo?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, gentlemen, you are in the midst of the greatest collection of supernatural rarities and antiquities on the planet. I'm sorry. Did you say that you were Men of Letters? I thought that whole thing died out after '58.”

Sam chewed on his lip for a moment. “It kind of did, but uh… long story. We’re actually hunters.”

“Hunters? Wow! Hunters. With the key to the kingdom! The boys must be spinning in their graves. Damn snobs. Bunch of librarians if you ask me. Although I was always fond of Henry. I was his mentor, you know? Yeah, till the squares gave me the boot. Yeah. Of course, he came here to visit me in secret. Called out to me, same as you did. Oh, yes. Quite the wild hair, your grandfather was.”

“Listen, uh... We got ourselves a little situation,” Dean tried to explain. “Adrian, the last Knight of Hell, is looking to up his pay grade and take over the place.”

Cuthbert shook his head. “Things never change, do they? I kept telling the boys over and over again; I would say, we could stop all this. We could rid the world of monsters once and for all if we just put our minds to it, but, oh, no, they said. No. It's not our place. We're here to study. We're here to catalog.”

“Yeah, no, we get it. They're, uh, geeks. But he can be stopped. But we need something that we hear you have; the First Blade.”

“Interesting. But if you'd really done your homework, you would know that it's absolutely useless, unless of course, you're possessing the-”

“The Mark of Cain,” Dean pulled up his right sleeve to reveal it.

Cuthbert’s eyes widened. “Oh, my. How did you come by that?”

“Listen, if Adrian takes over, the one thing he wants more than anything is to make hell on earth. Not even you can escape that,” Sam pointed out.

“And they say all hunters are morons. It's right there behind you, gentlemen.”

They turned around and saw it on display. They all stood up. “Listen, if you're serious about taking action, this, is taking action,” Dean said. “You loan us that blade, and we will stop the bastard.”

“Let me think about it,” Cuthbert said as he picked up a pinch of green powder. “Alright, I've thought about it.” He blew the powder at Sam and Liam and after he said a little incantation the two found themselves back in the clearing.

Liam and Sam walked back to the car where Crowley was waiting. “He’s got Dean,” Sam told the demon. “We’ve got to find a way back in there.” He opened the trunk and started digging to find something. Liam grabbed Sam and hugged him tight. “Liam, I know you’re upset, but right now is really not the time to-” He was caught off guard when the blond went unconscious and limp.

“He’ll never see that coming,” Crowley commented.

“Just help me get him into the back of the car,” Sam grumbled and tried to get a better grip on Liam’s body.

Astiratu appeared in the little room in time to see Dean tied to a pole and holding the blade. Dean’s arm was shaking a little, and when he dropped the blade he was panting. “That's it. Good. Next time, it'll be easier. You'll get used to the feelings, even welcome them,” Cuthbert seemed pleased.

“And here I thought men of your generation had manners,” the half angel announced himself.

Cuthbert turned and his eyes went wide with shock. “Who? What? How did you get in here?”

Astiratu gave an amused little smirk. “The how is an easy answer. You invited me while I was in my body. Once you know where something is… The who is a slightly more complicated matter. I mean, there is only one of me in existence. Why would the Men of Letters waste their precious time on something that could liquefy their insides if there wasn’t a very high chance of running into it?”

Cuthbert seemed to gather himself and spouted off a spell. “Interesting effect, huh?”

Astiratu tilted his head. “Oh, that was supposed to do something? I gotta say, you are freaking adorable, but silly little human spells don’t work on the King of Heaven. Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? But uh, adorable only gets you so far when you’re trying to take something that belongs to me.”

Cuthbert was scared now. “The blade? I thought that belonged to Cain, and he uh...”

“Oh, you’re correct on that.” Cuthbert went flying into the wall and was pinned. “But Dean there is mine.” Cuthbert started writhing in pain, his skin turning bright red until he couldn’t help but scream in agony. “I know tricks your pathetic little mind never even dreamed of. If you weren’t mentally begging for death right now, I’m sure you’d find it fascinating how it feels like your very blood is boiling, but it actually isn’t, so you’re alive to feel it.”

“You’re enjoying that way too much,” Dean commented.

Cuthbert suddenly fell to the floor and was still as the half angel turned to his companion. “Don’t mean to scare you, darling, but he did kind of piss me off.”

“I can tell by your appearance.” He motioned to his restraints. “Can you just untie me and get us out of here.”

“Certainly.” As Astiratu moved to free Dean three swords that were mounted on the wall flew from their positions and impaled Cuthbert.

Dean raised an eyebrow. “Was that really necessary?”

The half angel gave a little shrug. “Natural order of things, dear. And besides, who knows what he would’ve decided to do in the future. He was corrupt. Now, pick up the blade with your left hand and take mine with the other.”

Minutes later Astiratu and Dean were walking back to the Impala. “Any scraps left?” Crowley asked.

The half angel smirked. “There is a body that will be found probably never. And even though his little zoo never stood a chance of getting out, well, I made a mess, what can I say?” There was a strange breeze and they all looked up to see a huge cloud of black coming at them. “Come here and get down!” Astiratu barked the order.

All four of them huddled near the ground by the car. The cloud of black smoke lingered for only a moment before leaving. “Looks like Adrian wasn’t far behind us,” Sam said as he stood.

Astiratu looked a little pained for a moment before disappearing. Then Liam started having a violent seizure in the backseat of the car. “Vessel is wearing out,” Crowley said plainly as he just watched.

“No!” Dean dropped the blade and ran for the car to hold Liam in his arms while he jerked around. “It’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay.” Neither brother saw Crowley pick up the blade until Liam went still. Then Dean noticed him holding it. “What are you doing?”

“You know, boys, I'm in debt to you. You forced sobriety on me, and now I can see the situation for what it is. Dean, you are quite the killing machine. And it occurs to me that Adrian is not the only name on your list. My name must be up there, as well.”

“It's no good to you without me,” Dean pointed out.

“Yes, but as long as I have it, it's no good to you.”

“We don’t need that thing to end you.”

Crowley gave a soft little chuckle. “Maybe you’re right. And when that body is dead and what is inside it recharges, I’ll have no choice but to bend over and thank my daddy. Until then… Now, this is the way it's going to go. I'll hang on to old donkey teeth here until such time as you locate Adrian. Then you'll destroy him. You're right, moose. You can't trust me. But, sadly, I can't trust you, either.”

When Crowley was gone Sam looked to his brother. “Now what to do we do?”

Dean let out a little sigh. “For right now we go find ourselves a motel and keep an eye on my husband. Normally I wouldn’t trust Crowley, but he’s the second person to tell me the body can’t handle what the soul is doing. Right now him waking up and being okay is my main concern.”

“Okay,” Sam gave a little nod. “Let’s get him back in the car and I’ll find somewhere.”
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Hunting Humanity VIII