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Hunting Humanity VIII	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam walked into the library to find Dean leafing through a large red book and Liam had his head on the table snoring softly with a little puddle of drool just under his mouth. “That can’t be comfortable,” Sam commented as he took a seat on the other side of the table.

“I told him to go to bed without me. He wouldn’t,” Dean said without looking up.

“You catch any shut eye last night?”

“Nope.”

“You can take a nap in the car then. Caught wind of a case online. A first grade teacher came home and killed her husband.”

“Well, maybe she snapped. Ankle biters can do that to you.”

“Dude, she pounded him into ground chuck.”

“So, what are you thinking?” Dean asked, still not looking up from the book.

“Best guess, possession.”

“Why don't you go with Liam. You wake him though, I’m not getting bit.”

When Dean picked up another file Sam let out a frustrated little sigh. “Dean, look. I want to find Adrian, too, but we've been combing through this stuff for days.”

“Well, maybe we missed something.”

“And maybe there are better ways to spend our time.”

“Maybe we don't have time!” Dean snapped.

Sam shook his head. “What's up with you?”

“Nothing.”

“Yeah? See, because ever since we found the blade you've been acting sort of...obsessed.”

“Well, maybe because I want an end to all this.” Dean glanced over at Liam who still seemed to be asleep. “Maybe once Adrian is dead and everything is back in order than Liam can just go back to being Liam and I won’t have to wonder every time the freak shows up whether or not the person I’ve become very attached to will still be breathing when he’s done.”

Sam gave a little nod. “Dean, I get it, I do. You don’t think I’m worried too? He’s starting to act a little bit like I was during the trials, and yeah, it’s pretty damn scary. So if you want to keep looking more, then okay, but don’t wear yourself out in the process.” Sam went over to Liam and gently shook him. “Hey, hobbit, wake up.”

“What?” the blond mumbled. “Ow!” he winced when he tried to sit up.

“Yeah, sleeping at a table can make you stiff,” Sam gave him a little pat on the shoulder.

Liam glared at Dean. “We should’ve been in a bed. Not that the bed here is that comfortable either...”

“I told you to go without me,” Dean said as he picked up yet another file. “Like I said, this is really important.”

“And you’d never let me act like this,” Liam growled. “So why in the hell is it okay for you?”

“I’ll take a break in a little while, I promise. I just… I can’t really explain it.”

“In the meantime,” Sam interrupted, “why don’t you and I go work on a case? It’ll be fun. You and I really haven’t spent a lot of time just us.”

Liam looked to Dean. “I’ll go if you promise me one more hour of research and then bed. And before you open your mouth remember that I have ways of finding stuff out, and if you don’t keep your promise I will handcuff you to the bed.”

Dean gave a small smirk. “That could be fun. But in all seriousness, another hour and a half, and then I promise to go to bed for a bit.”

Liam got up, wincing a little at each ache. “Let me go clean myself up.”

“Okay, I’ll be in the car.” Sam turned to his brother. “Hit me up if you find anything.”

Several hours later Sam and Liam were at the Milton, Illinois police station checking things out. Sam was talking to the sheriff. “It says here in your report that you were the first on the scene?”

The sheriff gave a little nod. “Yes, sir. I found Mrs. Young sitting next to her husband covered in his blood.”

“Now, was her husband abusive?”

“Rick? Oh, no. Not at all. I mean, he could be a stubborn SOB, but can't we all?”

“Anything else, uh, weird that maybe you felt was too odd to include?” Liam asked.

“Like?” the sheriff seemed a little put off.

“Like, did you smell sulfur?”

“Why would I smell sulfur?”

“What about Karen's eyes? You notice anything strange?” Sam asked him.

“Actually, agent, they, uh, pretty much looked like eyes.”

“Right,” Sam nodded. “Could we ask her a few questions real quick?”

The sheriff took them back to the holding cells. “Oh lord...” the man’s eyes widened when they found Karen hanging in her cell and blood smeared all over the wall. The sheriff took them back into the office and called for someone to collect her body. “I don't get this. Karen and Rick were two of the most ordinary people you'd ever meet.”

“Did she go anywhere on the day of the murder?” Sam asked.

“It was Saturday. Uh... A quick trip to the grocery store. That's about it.”

They went back to their motel and Sam decided to check on Dean. “How's Mrs. Manson doing?” Dean asked when he picked up his phone.

“Dead,” Sam answered. “Hung herself in her cell.”

“Lovely. The demon smoke out?”

“If it was a demon. I mean, there was no sulfur, no EMF anywhere. And everyone who saw her just before she gutted her husband said she was totally fine.”

“What are you still doing there? This sounds like a case of the crazies to me.”

“Well, if nothing kicks up by morning, we’re out of here. How's the research going?”

“It's going. Well, uh...”

“And what about your promises to me?” Liam got in on the conversation.

“Am I on speaker?” Dean sounded annoyed.

“Dean, I’m not the only one concerned,” Sam pretty much confirmed.

“Yeah, well, I caught a few hours, I got a sandwich here...”

“And you’ve been drinking,” Liam huffed.

“Just don’t. I will be fine. Focus on your investigation. I love you.” Dean hung up.

Sam and Liam went to grab a bite at a diner. “Don’t you start sliding downhill on me,” Sam commented when he noticed Liam’s mood.

“It’s been almost eight years. I can tell when something isn’t right.”

“The last few months have just been rough. We’re bound to catch a break at some point.”

The waitress brought out their food. “Can I get you guys anything else?”

“Uh, this is great. Thank you,” Sam gave her a little smile.

A young man came in and sat at the counter. “Be with you in a minute, Bill,” the waitress called to him. Then he just grabbed a handful of mashed potatoes from a plate near him and started eating it. The waitress was shocked. “Billy, what are you doing? Your mother raise you in a barn?”

“Don't talk to me like that!” Billy snapped at her.

“Hey. Take it easy. She's working hard,” Sam came to her defense.

“What's eating you?” the waitress went over to him.

“You. My mom. Him,” he motioned to Sam.

Sam shook his head. “Buddy...Give it a rest.”

Billy tried to stare him down until the waitress got his attention again. “Billy. I'm gonna call your mom, have her come fetch you.”

“No, you’re not,” Billy glared at her as he picked up a knife and stabbed her in the hand. She screamed as Sam got up to restrain Billy and Liam called the sheriff.

They went back to the police station. Billy was put in a cell, but there were now a few others in there also drawing on the wall in their own blood. “So, tell me what's happening here,” Sam spoke to the sheriff.

“I was hoping you'd tell me. You two are the ones that mentioned weird.”

“Now, where did they all come from?”

“Oh, they're all locals. Four of the straightest arrows you'd ever meet. Apparently, they've been acting like this for days.”

“Do they share anything in common? Church? School? Uh, book club?”

“Not of my knowledge. Oh, I met the kid's girlfriend. She said he was hitching a ride when a van picked him up, and that's the last she heard of him. Whatever that's worth.”

Sam and Liam gave each other a knowing look. When the sheriff was called away Sam splashed Billy with some holy water and nothing happened. “What are you, Billy?” he asked straight out.

“Clear,” he answered with a disturbing smirk.

“Of?”

“Everything.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“You think there's a why? No. It's because I want to. And I can.”

Sam and Liam went to sit at a little table to look over the case files. “So, any thoughts?” Sam asked the blond.

“Well...” Liam started studying a surveillance photo. “These people aren’t possessed. I mean, I’m not ruling out demonic activity entirely, but they just seem, I don’t know… empty.”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded in agreement. “They’re aggressive and impulsive. It doesn’t seem to take much to set them off. They’re uh...” he searched for the words.

“It’s like they’re monsters, but not. Their humanity is gone. You don’t think it’s a crossroads demon? You know, like that thing we got into when Becky… Only this one found a way to not kill them to not attract attention.”

“It’s a thought, but I don’t think it’s likely. I mean, none of these people have come into good luck recently. Their souls just seem to be gone.”

Liam let out a little sigh. “The giant question is why.”

They paused when they heard an older lady talking to the officer at the front desk. “Now, listen to me, young man. Those demons are back. I'm telling you, it's happening all over again.”

“Demons?” the officer didn’t look like he believed her.

“Yes! Demons. Are you deaf?”

“Yes, ma'am. You know what? We're gonna take care of those demons right away. Now, do you need a ride home or something?” his tone was condescending.

“Don't patronize me, you little turd.”

“I think I like her,” Liam said as they quickly moved to the front desk.

“Hey, you know what? I can take it from here,” Sam interrupted. “Um, agent Leiter,” he flashed his badge. “And this is my partner, agent Blackwell.”

They took her over to the table they were sitting at and Sam went to go get her a cup of tea. “Now, why don't you tell me all about these demons, Ms. Wilkinson?” Liam gave her a soft smile.

“Please, call me Julia. It's very simple, Agent. They came to Milton.”

“And?” Sam set the tea by her and took a seat by Liam.

She just stared at them for a minute. “I say demons, and you two don't bat an eye, when everyone else around here thinks I'm nuts on toast.”

Sam gave a little shrug. “Maybe we’re just a bit more open minded than most.”

“Maybe. You're them, aren't you?”

“Who?” Sam asked.

“You’re Men of Letters. They came here in 1958.”

“Men of Letters came here?” Sam was very surprised.

“Oh, yes. It was different then. I was different. They were a lovely couple. They gave false names, but later I learned that the man's name was Henry.”

“Henry Winchester?” Sam perked up a little.

“Never got a last name.”

“Okay, um, and the woman?”

“Josie. Did you know them?”

“Yes, uh... Sort of. It's complicated.”

Julia chuckled. “I'm an ex nun, sweetie. Complicated is my middle name.”

“Really?” it was Liam’s turn to be surprised. “My father was an ex priest, but that is… neither here nor there. If we’re talking about the same Henry then Sam here is his grandson. And I’m...”

“My brother in law,” Sam finished the sentence and turned back to Julia. “Now, what were they here to investigate?”

“Sister Mary Catherine. She killed two people before jumping from the bell tower. So I took them to see Mother Superior and sister Agnes. Then they wanted to see Mary Catherine’s room. There was a drawing on the wall, the woman thought it meant the Knights of Hell.”

“Knights of Hell? What were they doing there?” Sam got a little worried.

“I'm not sure of anything I saw that night. We couldn't leave our room after ten. Mother Superior forbade it. But I heard something out in the hall, and I couldn’t help but investigate. Mother Superior was dragging a woman down the stairs. When she noticed me and looked up her eyes were black. I was attacked from behind. I woke up in a dark place, tied to a chair. There were others. They were taken. I was so scared. I prayed and prayed, but God didn't answer my prayers. Henry and Josie did. They made the demons in two of the sisters leave, but the one in Mother Superior...”

“The exorcism didn’t work at all?” Liam asked.

“No. The man was knocked unconscious. The demon, she called herself Abaddon, she was going to possess Henry to study the Men of Letters, but Josie asked the demon to take her instead. Once it was done Abaddon convinced Henry that everything was over and they left.”

“Did you ever see exactly what she was doing down there?” Sam asked.

“No, but whatever it was she was doing at St. Bonaventure, it seems to be happening again.”

“The convent's name was St. Bonaventure? Where is it?”

“On the outskirts of town. It's been closed for years.”

Sam and Liam drove out to the old convent and started searching the grounds. There was one door that was open and it led down a hallway to a little room. There was a shelf with jars, and each one had a brilliant blue light in it. “Those are...” Sam swallowed hard.

“Those are souls,” Liam finished the sentence.

A man suddenly tackled Sam, but he easily killed him with the knife. Before he could recover though both he and Liam were thrown into the wall by Sister Agnes. “Souls are a very precious and fragile thing. Break one of those, and them little buggers fly right back home. We can't have that, now can we?”

Sam struggled to break free. “So, after all these years, you're still doing Adrian and Abaddon's dirty work, huh, Agnes?”

“Would you believe it's gotten even dirtier? Used to be folks believed in the church. Heck, the way they would come strolling in here looking for God... It was like fish in a barrel, really. But times change. You can blame your perverts for that. Now I'm riding shotgun in some smelly van with a handyman and tricking any half wit I can lay my hands on. But it's worth it.”

Liam’s eyes opened and flashed red. “Yeah, but you’ll find that Abaddon really isn’t… Well, she really just isn’t. I have my ways.”

She looked a little afraid. “I’m sure you do, but Adrian has gotten very ambitious these days. You think Adrian is just gonna sit there while those panty waisted demons refuse to pick a side? And so he made a plan, if you can't convince them, make them.”

Sam’s eyes narrowed. “He's turning souls into demons?”

“A demon army, unbeatable, loyal only to him.”

“Well, uh... At this rate it should only take a couple million years. Have fun with that.”

“You think I'm the only one doing this? We have factories spread throughout. Worry not, though. Victory is nigh. And we'd like you to be on our team. Recruitment is easy. I just have to rip your soul out of your body.”

Astiratu shook his head. “I’ve either been out of touch way too long or you’re dumber than you look.” He concentrated and her body started to shake. Then the black smoke came out of her mouth and went up in flames.

Liam turned back into himself again and he about fell over. Sam quickly caught him. “You okay, hobbit?”

“Yeah, just dizzy. I think I’ve been taking one too many hits to the head.”

“Probably. Here, help me release these souls.”

They started opening jars and the balls of light flew out the window and back to their bodies. Then they went back to the police station to let Julia know it was all taken care of, for the moment anyway. “You know, um, can I ask you something?” Sam looked to her as they walked with her out to the parking lot.

“If it's for a date, I'm sorry. I never see anyone under sixty five. Too much drama.” Sam chuckled at that. “Spit it out.”

“After witnessing what you did, why didn't you warn Henry about Abaddon?”

“I became a nun because I wanted to help people. Make a difference. But they never prepare you. They never tell you how to act in the face of true evil. Soon after, I left the order.”

“Why?”

She started getting a little choked up. “Because I was ashamed. I had betrayed our flock, God, myself. It was and still is my greatest shame.”

“Well, what you shared with us saved lives. And we couldn't have done that without you.”

“And you’re right, they don’t really prepare you,” Liam added. “I sat in church every Sunday and listened to my father preach to his flock until he died. But when that vampire attacked me, I… I didn’t know what to do. And even now, I’ve been hunting with Sam and his brother for a while, but I don’t think I’ll ever be rid of that knot in the pit of my stomach. The only difference between now and when I was younger is knowledge.”

She gave him a small smile. “You boys are sweet. Take care.”

Dean was sitting back in a chair in the library quietly staring at the wall. An Arab man appeared beside him with a thoughtful look. “I get the distinct impression that even though I am a very busy man that you wanted to speak with me.”

Dean looked up at him. “Don’t get me wrong, I get who you are and all, but considering the reason, yeah, I called.”

Jesus took a seat at the other side of the table. “And the reason is why I’m here. Yes, both Gadreel and Crowley were speaking the truth.”

Dean shook his head. “And he isn’t gonna stop, is he?”

Jesus could only laugh. “You have such powerful perception.”

“Isn’t there anything you can do?”

Jesus paused a moment. “Possibly. Though heaven is currently falling apart at the seems, and if he kills himself for the sake of your cause then I get him back by my side. So really, I don’t see how it affects me much.”

Dean stood up and slammed the table. “It affects me, damn it!” he shouted.

“I know,” Jesus bowed his head quietly. “You’ll find there isn’t much I don’t know, but on this one thing I understand better than anyone else possibly could. There is a reason I loaned my Cookie to you.”

“Loaned?” Dean raised an eyebrow. “That’s a bold statement, though probably safe since he isn’t here to hear it.”

Jesus laughed again. “Too true. But let me share a little secret with you. You and I, we are quite a bit alike. Being a prophet on earth, it’s not something I would wish on Lucifer. Of course I needed a warrior spirit to be my right hand, and I got to choose who. I liked what was in Astiratu’s file. Everyone, my father included, assured me that I didn’t want to touch that one with a ten foot poll. I didn’t listen and I chose him anyway. To this day I’m positive that I didn’t make a mistake. At least not when it comes to him anyway.”

Dean gave a little nod. “He’s a strange one, but when the chips are down...”

“Exactly. Sure, the constant smart ass remarks got on my nerves a little, but when I asked him to do something, I never had to worry about whether or not it would get done. It was always taken care of without fail, and there were never any stupid questions. It wasn’t intended, but it was hard to not fall in love with the guy.”

“Apparently it was intended with me, because I got a little shove. Still, I don’t disagree, after that first little push falling was easy.”

“I ordered that little push. Like I said, he’s on loan because I can’t be on earth with him.”

“Not that I’m not grateful, but why?”

“Because you needed what I needed. Dean, your destiny was laid out for you when you were in your mother’s womb. But you...” Jesus paused to search for the right words. “You needed more than what your brother could give you. Sam always tried, but you would rather dive to the bottom of a bottle than face what you were feeling. You needed help to be able to deal with what was going to be thrown your way, and I knew exactly who could do the job.”

Dean was puzzled. “But I thought he chose Sam and I.”

“He did, with a little nudge. And then I sent a cupid to hit you so that you would open up to him the way I did. And believe me, nothing perks one up better than a little romp with him between the sheets.”

Dean blushed a little and played with the papers on the table. “I never thought I’d be having a conversation about that with you.”

Jesus chuckled. “No one ever really expects the conversation they get. I fucking blame Christians with sticks up their asses.”

It was Dean’s turn to chuckle. “Yeah, the bible doesn’t exactly prepare someone to meet you in person. But uh, I haven’t exactly been in the mood for a romp lately.”

“I know, and that needs to change. That is, if you can get him to forgive you for slipping back into old habits.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

“You’re keeping secrets and being a little less attentive. If I recall correctly, the last time you acted like that you tried to pick up a bar maid with the hopes of him never finding out. You do realize that with all the shit you put him through, you pull that stunt again your brother won’t have anything to bury.”

“That’s not a mistake I intend on repeating.”

“Good. Now ask me the other thing that’s on your mind.”

Dean shook his head a little. “You are good. Do you read Astiratu’s mind too?”

“Yeah, and it drives him crazy, and not in the good way.”

“I felt things when I was holding that blade, things I haven’t felt since...”

Jesus rolled his eyes. “And here I thought you were an intelligent hunter. You really need me to spell it out for you? The mark and the blade originated from Lucifer. They’re pure evil.”

Dean gave a little snort. “Yeah, I did figure that much out for myself. What I worry about is what kind of chance I stand. Crowley said I’m just like Cain.”

Jesus leaned back in the chair and tilted his head a moment while he thought. “I wasn’t around then, but from what I know, maybe when he was still human. He did after all sacrifice himself to save his brother, which is something you would certainly do. You’re not squeamish about killing things.”

“Evil things,” Dean felt the need to clarify.

“True, though you do realize that when you kill a demon you’re also usually killing the poor bastard they possessed as well.”

“Aren’t they usually pretty much gone anyway?”

“Depends on how long they were possessed.”

“Okay. But what can you tell me about when Astiratu had the blade? Did it affect him?”

“Yes. Dean, the reason evil has kept a hold in the world despite the best efforts of good men is that it is very seductive. Being half angel he couldn’t take the mark, but he could collect Lucifer’s blood to paint a replica of the mark on himself. It took a little while, but when he had hunted down and slaughtered every last knight he could find, he had gone a little dark side. I could see it in his eyes. Angel management, they panicked, but all I had to do was take him to a secluded place and coax my Cookie back out.”

“And he’s half angel. I’m human with the mark. What kind of chance do I stand?”

Jesus shrugged. “That’s one of the few things I don’t know the answer to. It depends on a lot of variables. How long you hold the blade. How strong your will is. What kind of frame of mind you’re in when you pick the blade up.”

“Well, you’ve been a great help in easing my fears,” Dean’s tone was snarky.

“I’m just telling you what I do know. Were I you, I’d be very loving with that man, and I’d distance myself from Crowley. He may have a human taint now, but he’s still mostly demon, and will screw you sideways if the chance comes along. Don’t let yourself forget that.”

“I haven’t,” Dean got a little defensive.

“Ask Astiratu how easy it is to lie to me,” Jesus said before he disappeared, leaving Dean alone.

Dean was doing more research when Sam and Liam returned. “Still plugging away?” Sam asked.

“Like a dog with a bone,” Dean nodded.

“Did you even miss me?” Liam asked.

Dean looked up at him like it was a stupid question. “Of course I did.”

Liam moved to sit on the edge of the table. “Then why did you even send me off? I thought you liked it better when I was with you because then you knew I was safe.”

“Honestly? I wanted you to quit nagging me.” Liam started to to get up, but Dean pulled the blond into his lap. “No, come here and listen. That was the original reason, but I’m sure you were helpful to Sam. You’re that awesome combination of brilliant and gorgeous.”

Liam gave him a little glare. “You’re just trying to suck up now so I don’t hurt you.”

“Obviously I don’t like it when you’re pissed at me, but I’ve also been doing some thinking.”

“Really? Is that what you’ve been doing?”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded as his hand slid under Liam’s shirt and up his back. “You are quite something, and I haven’t been appreciating you nearly enough lately.” Liam’s head fell to the side when Dean’s hand moved up the side of his neck. “I am very attracted to you, all of you. I’m very lucky to have you. I missed you like crazy. And I think that even though what I’m doing is important, you’ve earned a full body massage when we go to bed tonight.”

Liam’s face lit up a little. “You mean like bed? The actual bed, and not the table?”

“Yep. I’m going to start listening to you now.”

“Well, Dean,” Sam said as he grabbed some files. “You were kind of right about getting this thing over with being really important.”

“I’m glad you agree, but why?”

“Because Adrian is mining souls to create an army.”

“Yeah,” Liam sighed as he rested his head on Dean’s shoulder. “All those people doing those strange things, they were without their souls it turns out. We freed all the ones in that basement, but the demon said she wasn’t the only one harvesting.”

“I see,” Dean wrapped an arm around Liam’s waist. “Why is it always us?”

The blond planted a soft kiss on his husband’s jawline. “Because who else is there?”
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