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Hunting Humanity II	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dean opened his eyes one morning and saw Liam lying there beside him with his head propped up on his elbow watching Dean sleep. “Good morning,” Dean gave him a little smirk. “I thought I was the one who watched you sleep.”

Liam shrugged and smiled. “Thought I would give it a try. You’re right, it is oddly entertaining.”

“Come here, you,” Dean climbed on top of his mate and started passionately kissing him. Just then his phone rang and Dean groaned. “I just cannot catch a break,” he said as he looked to see who it was. It was Bobby. “Gotta take this.”

They dressed and did their morning routine before going down for breakfast. “Eat and pack your bags, Sammy.”

Sam’s head fell back and Natalie chuckled. “Another case?” Sam sighed.

“Yep,” Dean nodded. “And don’t give me that look. Bobby called while I was trying to get laid, so I’m not thrilled either.”

Sam shook his head. “Really don’t wanna know the details of your sex life, just the details of the case please.”

“Banker blew his head off in Milan, Ohio. Bobby thinks a spirit might be involved. The guy was talking about some sort of electrical problems at his pad for like a week. Phone was going haywire, computer was flipping on and off.”

“Okay,” Sam nodded. “Yeah, sounds like it might be something. I guess here we go again.”

Natalie brought Liam and Dean each a plate of eggs and bacon. “Yours is a job that’s never done,” she said as she sat down and took Sam’s hand.

“I really hate this part,” Sam sighed as he found himself on the porch again saying goodbye to Natalie. “And Dean’s contract is sneaking up on us and...”

“I know, sweetheart,” she kissed his cheek. “It weighs very heavily on your mind, and I’m sorry. You don’t know how bad I wish I could fix it for you. I’ve looked, and so has my father, and we just can’t find anything.”

Sam cupped her cheek in his hand. “If I lose my brother, I’m really gonna need you.”

“I’ll be here,” she gave him a small smile.

He kissed her goodbye and got in the car. When they arrived they put on cheap suits and pretended to be detectives to talk to the widow. All they really got out of her was that one morning she thought she heard her husband talking to some woman named Linda, but when she picked up the phone to listen in there was just static.

After that they headed to a motel room to do research. “Linda's a babe. Or, was,” Dean said from behind the laptop screen. Liam shot him a look. “But she’s got nothing on you,” Dean gave him a wide grin. “She’s long dead anyway. She and Ben Waters were high school sweethearts. Drunk driver hit them head on. Ben walked away.”

“So, what then? Dead flame calls to chat?” Sam asked.

“You would think, but Linda was cremated. So why's she still floating around?” Dean closed the laptop. “Did the caller ID say who called?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “But it was weird.” He showed them the number written on a piece of paper. “No number I’ve ever seen.”

“I have,” Liam said. “But not for a century or so. That’s from when phones were invented.”

“Are you sure about that?” Dean asked.

“Dude, I was around then, remember? I may have suffered a few brain injuries, but I don’t have memory loss.”

Dean nodded. “If it’s a number we should put a trace on it, but how?”

The only thing they could come up with was to suit up and go to the phone company pretending to be from headquarters. A man in a suit led them to a room with computers and a ton of flies. “I know, sorry. We've got something of a hygiene issue down here if you ask me,” the man said as Liam swatted one away from his face.

Another disheveled man sat at the console, junk food wrappers everywhere and ads for porn sites all over a computer screen. “Stewie, give these gentlemen whatever they need,” the man in the suit instructed and turned to leave. He and Liam locked eyes for a brief moment and Dean noticed, giving his mate a look and only receiving a shrug.

“We're here to trace a number,” Sam handed Stewie a piece of paper.

“Where did you get this?” Stewie asked. “It's prehistoric. Trust me, nobody is using this number anymore.”

“Could you run it anyway?” Sam asked nicely.

“Sure. Why don't I just rearrange my whole life first,” Stewie said with a lot of snark.

Dean put a hand on his shoulder. “Listen, uh, Stewie. You got like six kinds of employee code violations down here, not to mention the sickening porn that is clogging up your hard drive. Now when my partner says run the number, I suggest you run the number.”

“Okay, whatever, jeez!” Stewie snorted and turned around to type the number into the system. “Holy crap,” his eyes widened as a bunch of numbers popped up. “I can't tell you where the number comes from, but I can tell you where it's been going.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

Stewie printed out a paper and handed it to Sam. “Ten different numbers in the past few weeks all got calls from the same number. So, are we done here? Cause I was sort of...busy.”

“Sure,” Liam nodded and gave him a little smile. “We’ll get out of your hair now.”

They decided to split up and look into things further. Sam got a rental car, and Liam stuck with Dean since he couldn’t drive. They both visited the houses the number had called, and at all of them people had admitted talking to dead loved ones. Dean was about to get in car after visiting the last one on their list when his own phone rang with the same number. “Yeah, what?” he answered. Then he froze, looking shocked. “Dad?”

A little while later they sat back in the motel room and Dean told Liam and Sam what happened. “Dad? You really think it was Dad?” Sam asked, looking just as shocked.

“I don't know, maybe,” Dean sighed.

“Couldn’t be,” Liam shook his head.

Dean turned to him, glaring a little. “And you’re some kind of expert all of a sudden? I mean, other people are hearing from their loved ones, why can't we? It's at least a possibility, right?”

“I… I don’t know...” Liam fell back on the bed lost in thought.

“I’m going for a walk,” Dean grabbed his jacket and left. He came back about three hours later. “Find anything?”

Sam sighed. “After three hours I have found no reason why anything supernatural would be going on here. I’m going to bed because I’m exhausted. See you two in the morning.”

“Goodnight,” Liam stretched and yawned. “I’m gonna turn in myself. You coming, love?”

“No,” Dean shook his head. “I’m gonna do some more research for a bit.”

“Okay,” Liam shrugged and got ready for bed. “Just don’t stay up too late.”

Liam was fast asleep when Dean’s phone rang again showing the same number. Dean answered it quickly and took it into the bathroom. In the morning Dean fired up the laptop and began looking at things.

“That girl Lanie, her Mom's ghost spooked her out pretty bad last night,” Sam said.

“That sucks,” Dean replied.

“Yeah it does. What are you doing?” Sam asked.

“I think Dad's right. I think the demon is here. Check it out.” Dean handed Sam a bunch of papers.

“What is this, weather reports?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Omens. Demonic omens. Electrical storms everywhere we've been.”

“Dean, you really need to stop this,” Liam insisted. “Something really doesn’t feel right.”

“Dean, look,” Sam shook his head. “I wanna believe this man, I really do...”

“Then believe it! if we get this sucker, it's Miller Time,” Dean grinned.

Liam sighed. “Yeah, that's another thing. Your dad rattles off an exorcism from beyond the grave that can kill a demon? I mean not just send it back to hell, but kill it?”

“I've checked it out,” Dean argued. “This is heavy duty Dark Ages. Fifteenth century.”

“Yeah, I've checked on it too Dean,” Sam nodded. “And so did Bobby. It definitely is an exorcism, okay, there's just no evidence it can kill a demon.”

“No evidence it can't,” Dean insisted.

“Dean,” Sam growled a little. “We don't know what's going on around here! I mean, some guy blows his brains out, a little girl is scared out of her wits.”

“Wow,” Dean said in mock surprise. “A couple of civvies are freaked out by some ghosts. News flash, Sam, people are supposed to be freaked out by ghosts!”

“Dad tell you where to find the demon?” Sam asked skeptically.

“I'm waiting on the call!” Dean shouted, waving his phone around.

“I told Lanie I'd stop by,” Sam sighed again.

“You two are unbelievable, you know that?” Dean shouted. “I mean for months we've been trying to break this demon deal. Now Dad's about to give us the freaking address and you can't accept it?”

“The fact is we've got no hard proof here, Dean. After everything, you're still just going on blind faith!” Sam shouted back.

“Yeah, well maybe! You know, maybe that's all I got, okay?”

Sam turned to Liam. “Keep trying to talk some sense into him and don’t let him go anywhere.”

“I’ll try,” Liam didn’t look hopeful.

A little while later Dean’s phone rang again. “Dad?” Dean picked it up. “Where’s the demon?”

Dean hung up and quickly started gathering things together. “You are not...” Liam said shaking his head. “I wish it were true as badly as you do, but this could be a trap too.”

Liam turned to grab something out of his bag and Dean sneaked up behind him and whacked him on the head with the butt of his gun. Liam fell to the floor out cold. “I’m really sorry, Babe, but you’ll thank me when this is over and done with.”

The crocotta, who happened to be the phone company manager, stood over Sam tied to a chair. He opened his mouth and leaned over Sam, ready to devour his soul. “Hey!” a deep voice shouted.

The creature turned to see a very strange looking man. His skin was brown and he was kind of Middle Eastern looking, but his long flowing hair was blood red, and so were the irises of his eyes. He wore a white linen robe with a deep v neck and a gold belt. “Lay one finger on my friend and you’ll be pissing out your mouth, cockroach!” the newcomer growled menacingly.

“Oh, yeah?” the creature smirked. “And who are you, freak show?”

A cold smirk appeared on the man’s lips. “Only your worst nightmare come to life.”

The creature scoffed and started to advance on him. The man made a little twisting motion with his hand, and suddenly there was a loud cracking noise and the creature stopped, clutching his chest with wide eyes and blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. The man made another gesture and this time the creature exploded, bits flying everywhere. The man laughed. “Messy, but still kinda fun.”

“Astiratu?” Sam uttered the name and his eyes narrowed.

Astiratu turned and moved toward him, kneeling down in front of him while looking him in the eye. “Oh, Sam,” he sighed. “Am I really so scary?”

Sam looked him over. “Blood red hair and eyes… Oh, and the fact you just killed a monster with the snap of your fingers… Yeah, pretty scary if you ask me.”

“Yes, Sam, a monster. It’s kind of what I was created to do, and even if I do say so myself, I do it damn well. As for my appearance, well, I didn’t design myself. Not much I can do about that.” He stood and turned with a sigh.

“Does this mean you’re dead?” Sam asked.

“No,” Astiratu shook his head and turned back to Sam. “Just knocked out. I had a strong feeling that you needed me. That, and I wanted to have a little chat.”

“So chat,” Sam sighed.

“I’ve noticed how strange you’ve been acting around me lately since you found out who I really was. I have to say I don’t like it.”

“Sorry,” Sam looked away for a minute. “But when you find out a guy you thought you knew turns out to be some ancient psychopath that rips a guy to shreds because he doesn’t like being called an insect, well, it’s kind of a shock to the system.”

“Oh, Jeremy?” Astiratu chuckled. “Sorry if that scared you, but he seriously rubbed me the wrong way. I’m the insect and he’s the god? Please… He got a little mixed up and I just made sure he was aware of his giant mistake. Horus made the same mistake too once upon a time, but I showed him. The number of followers has absolutely nothing to do with power.”

“What about trying to take over the world?”

Astiratu gave a little nod. “Well, you’ve got me there. Sam, sweetheart, I’m just a being and I have flaws like everyone else. Did I make a mistake? Yes. Believe me, Daddy reamed me out good for it too.”

“Daddy?” Sam looked confused. “You mean God?”

“Yes, Him. I call Him Daddy. He hates it when I do that, but it tickles me. Anyway, you wanna know why I did it? I was bored, lonely, completely unappreciated, and frustrated. Humans can’t ignore or spit on their all powerful leader, now can they?”

“I suppose not,” Sam sighed.

Astiratu ran his fingers through Sam’s hair. “Sammy, you have no idea how many times since I was created that this old world has been on the brink of collapse, and I was sent into the trenches to save it. And I don’t get so much as a damn thank you card for it. Hell, usually I get treated pretty poorly for my efforts. That wears at a guy over the millennia, you know?”

“I know,” Sam nodded. “That much I understand. Dean and I go around saving lives and we get treated like common criminals.”

“Exactly,” Astiratu gave him a little smile. “I knew you would understand. I’m not really a complicated guy, and I don’t think I ask for much. I just want a thank you. I want to be remembered. I want to be loved. I want to matter.”

“And that’s really and truly all you want?”

“Yes!” Astiratu cupped Sam’s face in his hands. “This past Christmas was the best I’ve ever had since Christmas became a thing because of you, Natalie, and Dean. What you did for me was so incredibly sweet, and to be thought about like that is all I’ve ever wanted. I cherish those gifts, even that cheap pitcher you gave me because of the thought that went into it. Dean’s right, in the end it’s the thought that really matters.”

“Wait. You’re pretty powerful. Can’t you do something to break Dean’s contract? He did it for you.”

“I know,” Astiratu frowned. “And I really wish I could, but I can’t. Dean went to that crossroads and made that deal of his own free will. Free will trumps all, there isn’t a damn thing anyone can do about it.”

Sam’s shoulders fell. “Dean can’t be saved, can he?”

“I’m afraid not, no. I’ve already had a heated conversation with Daddy about it. The rules are in place for a reason, and there can be no exception. I mean, as much as I like breaking rules, this one is not in my power to break. There is one thing I can do for you though.”

He moved to untie Sam’s wrists that were bound with cord and bloody from struggling. Astiratu rubbed his fingers over the torn up flesh and suddenly they were healed. “Thanks,” Sam stared at his wrists in amazement.

“I’m not quite done with this hat trick yet,” Astiratu grinned and walked backward toward a little window. He put his hand on it and closed his eyes in concentration. Suddenly a blue background appeared, and John Winchester stood looking out.

“Dad!” Sam gasped and ran over to the window. “Is that really you?”

“Yes, it’s really me,” John nodded with a smile. “God, but I’ve missed you!”

“I’ve missed you too!” Sam’s eyes were wide. “How are you? Where are you?”

“I can’t tell you the where, but I can tell you I’ve been kicking myself about what I put you boys through. I wasn’t the father you deserved, I let the hunt take over everything. I’ve had a lot of time to think about things, and I’m sorry.”

“No, Dad, you prepared us for what’s out there.”

“And you boys took up where I left off. I couldn’t be more proud.”

“Wrap it up, please,” Astiratu was shaking a little with the strain of it.

“Okay,” Sam nodded. “Dad, I love you.”

“I love you too, son. It was good to see you.”

The window turned back into a window and Astiratu stood panting. “Sorry I couldn’t keep it going longer, but holding a window open to the other side takes a fuck of a lot of power, and my well isn’t limitless.”

Sam hugged Astiratu. “Thank you,” he smiled. “But Dean, he should get to talk to Dad too, you know?”

“I’ll see what I can arrange, but Sam, I’m already tired. Tell him to keep it quick.”

Astiratu disappeared and Sam headed back to the motel. When he entered Dean was there wiping his face with a rag. “You’re not gonna believe the night I had,” Sam sighed. “I saw Astiratu in his true form. He snapped his fingers and the crocatta exploded.”

Dean looked to the bed where Liam still lay out cold. “Is that why he’s not waking up?” he asked worriedly. “I mean, I checked when I got back and he’s still breathing and everything, but did I kill him?”

“Relax,” Sam gave him a little smile. “He just wanted to save me and have a little chat. I guess I’ve been acting a little weird around him lately and he’s noticed.”

“Yeah. Look, I’m sorry for giving you guys a rough time about this Dad thing. I know now it wasn’t really him. I just wanted to believe so badly that there was a way outta this. I mean I'm staring down the barrel at this thing, you know, hell. For real, forever, and I just...”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded.

“I'm scared, Sam. I'm really scared,” Dean teared up a little.

“I know. Me too.”

“I guess I was willing to believe anything. You know, the last act of a desperate man.”

Dean’s phone started ringing and he looked down at it. “No caller ID. What the hell?”

“Answer it,” Sam smiled. “A gift from Astiratu. He’s got the juice to do it, but not for long, so keep it short.”

“Yeah?” Dean answered. “Dad? Oh my god, is that really you?” Dean sat on the edge of the bed and talked for a few minutes before the line went dead. “Hello? You still there?” he looked at his phone and frowned.

Sam looked over to Liam’s sleeping form. “He held the connection open as long as he could. You were right, Dean, all he wants is to be loved while he does his job.”

Dean nodded and stroked Liam’s hair. “He is going to wake up, right?”

“I would imagine so, eventually. He held a window open for me to see Dad for only a minute and that put a strain on him. You talked for three, so wherever he is right now, he’s probably pretty drained.”

“Just as long as he does wake up.” Dean sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed two beers, holding one out to Sam as he turned on the TV. Sam took the beer and sat with his brother for a little while.
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