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Hunting Humanity IX	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Liam woke to Dean thrashing around and crying out. With a soft sigh he gently shook his partner. “Dean! Wake up, you’re having a bad dream.”

Dean’s eyes snapped open and he was panting. He didn’t move for several seconds. “Sorry, did I wake you?”

Liam ran his hand up and down Dean’s arm to try and calm him. “I think you woke up the nearest town. Think talking about it will help?”

“No,” Dean shook his head. “It won’t change anything. I know you and Sam don’t wanna give up yet, but...”

“It’s gonna be okay. I’m here.” The blond snuggled up to his other half.

“I know you are,” Dean held his husband close and started to calm down. “But I also know you’re nervous about being so close to me. I don’t blame you, I’m worried too. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“And because you don’t, you won’t,” Liam tried to sound convincing. “Just go back to sleep, okay?”

“Okay,” Dean’s body relaxed, though it would be a while before sleep found him again.

In the morning Sam joined Liam in the library for breakfast. “Another nightmare last night?” Sam asked, his expression grim.

“You heard that?” Liam wasn’t surprised.

“Dean screaming out our names? Yeah, how could I not? Things are getting worse, and we have to do something.”

“I agree, got any good ideas?”

Sam paused a moment. “I’ve got an idea, but I wouldn’t call it good. I want to take another shot at Metatron.”

Liam’s eyes widened. “Are you serious? Do you not remember how well that went the last time?”

“I remember. That’s why I wasn’t gonna tell Dean. I called Cas, and we’re gonna figure something out. I need you to keep Dean occupied.”

“Okay, but do you think the angels are gonna even let you see him again after last time?”

“I don’t know, but we gotta try.” Dean entered and Sam went quiet. “How did you sleep?” he asked his brother.

“Like a drunk baby. What do we got?”

“Uh, nothing,” Sam answered.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, uh, no weird deaths, no demon signs. There's a kitsune working some truck stops outside of Boise, but Rudy's on it, so...”

Dean took a seat. “Alright. So, uh, snow day. I say we get drunk and shoot crap.”

“Yeah, except we do that every day. Actually, I was thinking about seeing a movie.”

“Yeah, that could be cool.”

“It’s a French movie.”

Liam put a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “Why don’t we let your brother just do his thing? I uh...”

“Had other plans?” Dean had a little twinkle in his eye.

“Well, yeah, but… I wanted to do some baking, and I need an assistant.”

“Oh,” Dean was disappointed. “That’s not really my thing. I don’t think I’d make a good assistant.”

Liam locked eyes with Dean. “I can tell you what to do, and it would make me so happy if you would spend the time with me. Hell, you can just stand beside me and watch. I don’t care, as long as you’re there.”

Dean leaned back and sighed. “Alright. I guess I’m a kitchen assistant for the day. Since I assume you’ll need some supplies, I’ll meet you at the car as soon as I get some coffee in me.”

Sam looked impressed as Dean left. “You’re good at manipulating him. Kinda scary.”

Liam just shrugged. “Just comes naturally. I don’t like doing it, but this is important. I really hope you find something out.”

“Me too,” Sam got up to leave.

A few hours later Liam and Dean were in the kitchen. The place was a bit of a mess, but heavenly smells were coming from the ovens. “I thought you liked spending time with me,” Liam glanced at Dean who was looking rather bored.

“I do,” Dean answered. “I told you this wasn’t really my thing. I’m here because-”

“Because you want me to be happy,” the blond finished the sentence. “I know this wasn’t how you wanted to spend your day, and I promise not to make you do stuff like this often. However, I do know you, and at the very least you’ll enjoy eating everything we’ve made today.”

“That I will,” Dean gave a little chuckle. “Another way that we’re a good match. I love to eat, and you can cook.” He noticed Liam go a little stiff for a moment. “You all right?”

“No,” Liam answered. “I mean, it’s nothing to worry about I don’t think. Just a little dizzy spell. Don’t worry, you watched me eat breakfast and lunch, it’s not that.”

“Then what is it?” Dean was a little concerned.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m just over tired. Maybe I’m coming down with something.”

“If you’re coming down with something then you should go to bed. I don’t wanna hear an argument.”

“No argument. Um, everything has a timer set. Just keep watch, and when the timers go off, take the stuff out of the oven, put it somewhere to cool, and turn the oven off. Can you do that?”

“I’m not the domestic type, but that sounds easy enough.” Liam kissed his cheek and headed off to bed. “That was a little too easy,” Dean mumbled to himself when the blond was gone.

Astiratu appeared on the side of the road near Sam and Castiel. “I thought I was babysitting.”

“You were,” Sam confirmed. “That was plan A. It didn’t go as we’d hoped.”

“The angels with the sticks up their asses wouldn’t let you in,” Astiratu guessed. “But you haven’t given up. You called me here because you think I can help.”

“Pretty much,” Sam nodded.

“You always said heaven was your playground,” Castiel added.

“Things have changed a little bit since the whole apocalypse thing, but what do you need?”

“We need someone to open the gate for us from heaven,” Sam explained.

“Oh, that all?” the half angel raised an eyebrow. “I mean, it’s not like that will be heavily guarded or anything.”

Sam sighed. “I didn’t say our plan was gonna be easy. But aren’t you supposed to be really smart? I was hoping you could figure something out. You’re our last hope at the moment.”

Astiratu bit his lip. “So no pressure there,” he said sarcastically. “I might have one idea.”

“Excellent,” Castiel seemed happy about that. “If there is a way I know you will find it. We will be waiting.”

A moment later Astiratu appeared in front of Bobby sitting in a recliner in his living room reading Tori Spelling’s autobiography. “Really?” the half angel raised an eyebrow at the book.

“Who are you to judge?” Bobby spat back, a little startled. “And why are you here?”

“As it happens, we’re in a little bit of a pickle. Long story.”

“But you want something from me.”

“Well, yes.”

Bobby put the book down. “Then you’re gonna have to tell me that long story.”

Astiratu sighed and crossed his arms. “Alright, but I’ll try to keep it as short as possible. It started when we almost boarded up hell. We stopped because finishing would’ve meant the end of Sam. But all of that caused a Knight of Hell that escaped me to come out of the woodwork and try to take over hell. Crowley came to us because he didn’t want to lose his crown, and Adrian posed a major threat to us as well.”

“It always seems to come back to Crowley,” Bobby grumbled.

“It does seem that way, doesn’t it? Anyhow, enemy of my enemy, and all that crap. There’s really only one weapon that can kill a Knight of Hell, and that’s the First Blade, wielded by Cain, as in, you know… He went soft a long time ago and disappeared, but Crowley managed to find him.”

“I’m not gonna like where this is going, am I?”

“Probably not. The First Blade isn’t an ordinary weapon. To use it, one must have the Mark of Cain. Now I was able to get some of Lucifer’s blood and make a recreation, but that didn’t seem like an option this time. Dean got Cain to give him the real thing.”

“It didn’t turn out well, did it?”

“No, it did not. It started with Dean getting a real taste for killing. It was like he craved it. His personality changed too, he started lashing out. He killed Adrian, but he couldn’t put the damn blade down after that. We ended up going after the angel Metatron; whole other long story there. We thought Metatron killed Dean, but...”

“I’m not sure I wanna know.”

“It turned him into a demon, Bobby. There must have been some of the old him left at first, because he just disappeared. Sam and I tracked him down. Now, we discovered that the Men of Letters, another very long story I’m afraid, found a way to cure a demon. We cured Dean, he’s human again, for now.”

“For now? What does that mean?”

“He still has the Mark of Cain on his arm. It’s still doing its thing. It may be just a matter of time before he turns demon again.”

“Then what the hell are you here for?”

“I’m getting to that. We’ve been trying to find a way to remove the mark, but have come up with zip. Dean is losing hope. The angel I mentioned, Metatron, long ago he was God’s personal scribe. He wrote these tablets, instruction manuals if you will. He’s in heaven’s jail right now for trying to take over heaven. We tried to question him recently. He hinted at maybe knowing something, but then things got out of hand with Dean.”

“How is Dean now?”

“He’s not running around on a murderous rampage, which is good, but he’s getting worse. Sam and Castiel tried to get to Metatron earlier on their own, but were blocked. Metatron has declared that he won’t cooperate for anything less than his freedom, and no one wants that. They don’t want Dean killing him this time either.”

“What do you need from me?”

“To the point, a distraction. They want me to open the gate from this side. The gate is heavily guarded, and I’m good, but I don’t think I can do this solo.”

“I haven’t exactly been playing in the big leagues lately. I’ve been sitting here getting rusty.”

“As you should. I can tell you what to do. I have a plan, I just need a decoy. And I figure, well, you’re here, and you would want to help Dean.”

“You’re right about that. What does Dean think of all of this?”

“He doesn’t exactly know about this part of the plan. Sam’s call, not mine. Dean has given up and is content to just work as many cases and do as much good as he can until the inevitable happens.”

“Okay, I’ll help you,” Bobby agreed. “I just want to do one thing, and then I’m all yours.”

Astiratu waited for Bobby to write something down, and then when he was ready the half angel held out his hand toward the wall and a door opened up to a bright hallway. “Let’s go.”

“That was there all this time?” Bobby was surprised.

“No one told you? Good. Maybe they neglected to tell your friends too.”

“My friends?” Bobby didn’t understand until he started looking around. On every white door was a golden plaque with the name Robert Singer, and each had a different birth and death date. “All these guys with the same name?”

“Yeah, it keeps things simple.”

“So, what is the plan here?”

Astiratu started opening the doors. “I figure the best way to distract the guards is to start a full on riot. I’m good at that, but I’m not exactly inconspicuous. If they see me...”

“They’ll know something’s up,” Bobby guessed.

As each door opened the occupant came out to see what was going on. The hallway was getting pretty full when a few angels came over to try and keep things in order. “Gentleman, please, return to your rooms in an orderly fashion.”

“Why, so you can lie to us some more?” Astiratu called out, very careful to keep his face hidden so he wouldn’t be seen.

“Yeah, who made you boss?” Bobby caught on. “Why are you trying to keep us all stuck in one room by ourselves? What are you trying to hide?”

That seemed to get the rest of them going. There was soon a lot of shouting and guys trying to make a run for it. Astiratu slipped away in the chaos, and Bobby followed him. “You really didn’t have to come along for this part. Thank you though, that wasn’t bad. I expect only Castiel will be joining me.”

“The letter I wrote was for Sam,” Bobby said as they skulked through the halls. “Cas can give it to him, can’t he?”

“I suppose.”

“I’d give it to you, but you won’t exactly remember much when you’re yourself again. Besides, you pulled me into this, so I’m in it.”

“You could get into a lot of trouble, but I won’t stop you.”

There was an announcement over a loudspeaker that all hands were needed for a riot. Astiratu and Bobby had to hide as several guards ran past them. “Looks like your plan worked,” Bobby looked around at the empty halls. “Where is this gate anyway?”

“It should be nearby. Ah!” Astiratu found a very plain looking door and he pushed it open. There was a bright light, and after a minute or two Castiel slid through.

“Welcome to the party,” Bobby greeted them.

“He brought you into this?” the angel was surprised to see Bobby.

“Yeah, I’m just supposed to lure a bunch of guards away all by myself without being seen,” Astiratu was a little snarky.

“He caught me up,” Bobby helped Castiel to his feet. “He said Dean gave up, but you boys haven’t yet.”

“Would you?” Castiel asked.

“Hell no! What’s the next step in this little slapped together plan?”

“We need to get to the jail quickly,” Castiel said as he led the way.

They had to avoid being seen by anybody, but they eventually found their way into the jail, and stood in front of Metatron’s cell. “Well, howdy, fellas,” Metatron greeted them with a smug smirk.

“This is the Scribe of God? He looks like a Fraggle,” Bobby commented.

“I'm gonna take that as a compliment. That was an excellent program. I know why you're here, and I'm not interested. I told you I would rather die than let Dean Winchester use me as his personal punching bag again.”

“Don't worry. Dean's not involved. You're gonna be my punching bag,” Castiel said.

“Ah. The B team, huh?” Metatron was amused. “Interesting.”

“I could always give him a few pointers,” Astiratu smirked as he grabbed the keys off the wall and opened the cell. “Come on, bitch.”

“Are you sure this is the only way?” Bobby seemed a little concerned.

“Unfortunately,” Castiel confirmed. We’re going back to earth now, will you be all right?”

“I’ll be fine as always.” He grabbed the letter out of his pocket and handed it out to Castiel. “Give this to Sam.”

They dragged Metatron through the gate, and ended up in the playground where Sam was waiting. “Sam!” Metatron seemed happy. “Miss me? Oh, smell that? That smells like freedom. Well, let's go. I call shotgun!”

“You don't get to make demands, Metatron. You're not in charge here,” Castiel growled at him.

“Oh, I'm afraid I am. I know about the mark. I have your grace. I make the rules. It's called leverage, boys. Learn it, live it, love it.”

With a nod from Sam Astiratu grabbed Metatron roughly by the hair, yanking his head back. Castiel used an angel blade to cut his throat, and collected Metatron’s grace in a vial. Castiel tucked the vial away. “We have your grace, Metatron. You're mortal now. So you will answer our questions, or Sam will, um, what's the phrase? Blow your fricking brains out. It's called leverage, Metatron.”

“Don’t you just love my ideas?” Astiratu chuckled. “I mean, not only does heaven not know we have you yet, but you’re mortal, so if you try to pull your usual crap, I’ll rip your throat out and leave you in a ditch. How’s that sound?”

Sam shot Metatron in the leg, causing him to fall to his knees. “How do we get rid of the mark?” Sam demanded, aiming at his head next.

“I don't know! No, it's old magic. God level magic! Or Lucifer level, but you can't ask him, exactly, can you?”

“What about the tablets?” Castiel asked.

“There's nothing in them about the mark.”

“So when you said the river ends at the source, that was…?” Sam was getting annoyed.

“I was just making up crap, trying to buy time till I could screw you over. What? It worked before.”

“He’s telling the truth,” Castiel was disappointed.

“So, same old crap,” Astiratu twisted Metatron’s arm behind him hard enough to make him whimper. “Basically what you’re telling us is that we went to a lot of trouble, and you’re of no use.”

“Wait!” Metatron cried out just before Astiratu stabbed him in the gut. “Your Grace, Castiel! I wasn't lying about that. There's still some left. I'll take you to it.”

“It's your call, Cas,” Sam was skeptical.

Castiel thought it over. “I think he’s telling the truth, so maybe I should...”

“You can’t trust him,” Astiratu pointed out. “He might take you to it, then steal it out from under you. Then who knows what he’ll do. My vote is Sam blows his brains out, or I take him into the bushes and have a little fun.”

“I know I can’t trust him,” Castiel sighed. “But it’s hard to explain. I have to try.”

“Alright then,” the half angel started dragging the prisoner over to Castiel’s car to shove him in the back.

“You take care,” Sam said to Castiel.

Castiel handed over the letter. “Bobby wanted me to give this to you?”

“Bobby?” Sam was surprised as he took the letter. “You saw him?”

“Our friend asked for his help. Bobby knows everything now. He said he wouldn’t give up either.”

A small smile appeared on Sam’s face. “Of course he wouldn’t.” Castiel got in his car to leave and Sam turned to Astiratu. “Helpful as always, but you should get back. It’s been a while.”

“You’re right about that,” the half angel disappeared.

Sam didn’t get home until morning. Dean was in the library with a bowl of cereal. “Hey. How was the movie?” Dean greeted his brother.

“French. What about you? What did you do last night?”

“We started off baking. You gotta try the chocolate chip cookies. But then Liam wasn’t feeling good suddenly and he passed out. While he was playing Sleeping Beauty I went out to shoot some pool. Ended up being kinda boring.”

“Alright, well, I’m just gonna go get cleaned up,” Sam left to go up to his room.
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