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Hunting Humanity VII	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam sat in a recliner in the sitting room holding his newborn daughter in his arms while she slept. “Looks like you’re taking to being the father of a newborn pretty well,” Dean commented from the couch. “You keep hogging her.”

“I just can’t get over it,” Sam ran his fingers through her blond hair. “I made sure she’d be the last, but she’s beautiful, and I just really want to spend time with her.”

“Well, why don’t you hand her over here and go get some sleep with your wife. I really need to live vicariously. Don’t start,” he pointed to Liam who was beside him on the couch on the laptop.

“Before you do that,” Liam looked up. “I know we’re taking a mini family vacation, and I won’t argue the reason, but there’s some serious shit happening, and I’ve been keeping an eye out for it.”

Dean let out a soft groan. “Let me guess, you found something.”

Liam nodded. “Dead bodies showing up all over the Midwest last week. Benton, Indiana; Downers Grove, Illinois; uh, Novi, Michigan; and then again last night in Lincoln Springs, Missouri.”

“And how is this us?”

“Because each of the victims had severe burns around their eyes, hands, and feet, puncture wounds through the backs of their hands, eyes and internal organs liquefied.”

“That sounds like us.”

“Yeah. Also, no link between any of the victims. Uh, one was a real estate agent. Another was a local historian. Woman killed last night was a teacher.”

“So, chupacabra,” Sam chuckled at Dean. “What do we got? Power tools gone rogue? Wait, are we talking a ‘Maximum Overdrive’ situation here?”

“If you think it’s important,” Sam agreed.

“I do. Something about those locations really bugs me. Like usual, I can’t put a finger on it, but something inside me knows something I don’t.”

Sam and Dean exchanged a look. “Can it at least wait until tomorrow?” Sam asked. “Natalie is still recovering, and it’s a little late to call the nanny. I can’t just dump her with three kids.”

“I’m sure it can. But hand the baby over to us and nobody gets hurt. Seriously, you look like crap, I’ve been doing research. The uncles need some cute time.”

“Okay, but try not to wake her.”

Dean got up and went over to Sam. As he leaned down to take the infant he happened to get a glance of a bloody tissue in the waste basket beside Sam’s chair. He looked away from it, sliding his arms under baby Rayna carefully and picking her up. “Now, go relax. We’ll put her down to sleep in a bit.”

Sam gave a little nod and headed upstairs. Dean lowered himself beside Liam who scooted close. “Sam does make beautiful babies, doesn’t he,” he rested his head on Dean’s shoulder while gazing down at her.

As soon as they had breakfast in the morning they headed out to where the latest death occurred. They dressed up as FBI and went to the house to speak with the victim’s husband. “We just have a few routine follow up questions about your wife, sir,” Sam said to him. “Did she have any enemies?”

“Ann? Honestly, I can't think of a soul who'd want to hurt her, even after everything that happened.”

“Everything that happened?” Dean seemed intrigued.

“About a week ago, something changed in Ann. She was out of sorts, not herself at all.”

“Out of sorts how?” Sam asked.

“It'd be better if I show you,” Mr. Morton motioned for them to follow him to the basement. “She stopped sleeping. She stopped eating. She went out in the middle of the night, going god knows where.” He turned on a light and they saw a little miniature village with bags of dirt hanging over it. “I tried to talk to her, but, uh... She would just mutter to herself.”

“About what?” Liam asked.

“Something about an orchard? Finally, I just followed her one night, and she went to the playground. Over here, the elementary school. And she started digging. She would leave with these little bags full of dirt. Hung them here. All these bags represent holes that she dug in the ground.”

“Were these holes, uh, I don't know, six feet deep?” Dean threw out a guess.

“No. She dug for hours. She never broke a sweat. Straight down ten, maybe fifteen feet.”

“Did you notice anything else?” Sam asked.

“I didn't say anything to the cops because I didn't want them to think I was crazy. After Ann came home I came down here to confront her, and she was on the phone.”

“Any idea who she was talking to?” Dean asked.

“No. But I know what I saw. And it wasn't my Annie. After I called her out, her eyes... they turned black. Now, I know I must have imagined it. I know I did. But I left. I went to the bar, probably had too much to drink, and by the time I came back my Annie was, uh... I should have stayed. I should have protected her. I'm moving into my sister's place today. I can't be here anymore.”

Sam gave him a little nod. “Sure. Well, um, thank you very much for your time. We're all very sorry for your loss.”

They walked back out to the car and Dean turned to his companions. “So, somebody's killing demons. Well, that is awesome. I feel like we should send a card or flowers. What kind of flower says thanks for killing demons?”

Sam seemed bothered. “Yeah, but who's killing demons? And why? And, by the way, since when does a demon possess someone, then go all ‘Beautiful Mind’ and start digging in the dirt? Does any of this seem right to you?”

Dean shrugged. “I like the part about killing demons. That sounds right.”

Liam touched Dean’s shoulder. “Yeah, but I need to know what exactly is going on here.”

Dean sighed. “Of course you do.”

They found out who Ann had been talking to and Dean drove to her house while Sam made a few phone calls. “Sure. Of course. Well, thank you very much for all your help. I really appreciate the time. All right. Bye,” Sam hung up just as they pulled up in front of the house. “So, real estate guy's wife said he was acting weird. Uh, historian's hubby said the same, just got all obsessive and then weird. No one saw any black eyes, but still, where there's smoke, you know...” They got out and walked up to the house. “I wonder what they're all looking for.”

“Well, Wendy Rice here was the last person to speak with Ann, so let's see if she can tell us,” Dean knocked on her door.

A woman with large blue curlers in her hair answered the door. “Special Agent Lynne. These are my partners, Special Agent Tandy, and Special Agent Tyson. We'd like to ask you a few questions about Ann Morton,” Sam greeted her.

“Oh,” she self consciously touched the curlers. “Uh, of course. Please come in. I had never met her before she called the other night.”

“Now, why was she calling you?” Sam asked as they stepped inside.

“She was looking to find an original map of the city.”

“Did she say what for?”

“Well, she didn't, but she did mention an old orchard that had gone missing.”

“Missing?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“This town was wiped from the earth by one of the river's hundred year floods. It was rebuilt. But all the original records were lost. I'm a PhD candidate,” she gave them a smile. “And this is my research. I, uh... My dissertation is on the history of this town and, uh, its connection to the Underground Railroad and whatnot.” She hopped up to fetch a pink binder and a map to show them. “I've been working to re create a map for years as part of my research, and this is the old Jakubiak orchard there,” she pointed to a spot on the map. “I found out yesterday it's where Downey meets Bond Street.”

Sam looked at the map. “Now, did Ann say why she was looking for the site of an old orchard?”

“No. We set a time to meet, and she never showed. Then I read about her in the paper. It's just tragic. Ann's assistant called this morning, though, asking if I still had the map.”

“Assistant?” Liam seemed a little put off by that.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. “Oh. That's probably him. Maybe he can help.” Wendy got up to answer the door. “Oh. Are you-”

Three men stood at the door and when Sam, Dean, and Liam moved to stand behind Wendy their eyes turned black. Wendy screamed as all of them were flung across the room. One of the demons grabbed the map and ran. Dean pulled himself up and advanced on one with the knife, but before he could stab it it smoked out of the man and into Wendy who suddenly got up and ran. The third demon attacked Sam, but Liam grabbed him and killed him.

“Thanks,” Sam panted as he sat up.

Their attention then turned to Castiel standing in the middle of the room holding Wendy by the curlers. “I will be right back,” Castiel dragged her into the kitchen. The three men sat down in the living room and Castiel came back out a few minutes later. “The other demon escaped. I bound the one I caught in a devil's trap. I'm gonna interrogate it now.”

Sam sat up. “Wait a second. Cas. How about you answer some questions first? Like, where the hell have you been?”

Castiel sighed and sat down between Sam and Dean on the couch. “I've been hunting demons.”

“So this is you. Why?”

“I've been searching for the other half of the Demon Tablet.”

“Without us?” Dean looked insulted.

“I've been trying to help, Dean. And in my search, I uncovered that Crowley has sent out demons to find Lucifer's crypts.”

Dean’s eyebrows raised. “Lucifer had crypts?”

“Dozens of them, apparently.”

“But why the storage wars? I mean, what the hell are they all looking for?” Sam asked.

“They're looking for a parchment that would allow them to decipher Crowley's half of the Demon Tablet without a Prophet.”

Dean shook his head. “A demonic decoder ring? In Crowley's hands? Awesome.”

“The crypts were, uh, lost over time. Only those closest to Lucifer knew their whereabouts.”

“Then how did Crowley find them?”

“His demons have been possessing locals who may have some special knowledge.”

Sam gave a little nod. “That would explain the crazy room at Ann's house. But how did they know where to start looking in the first place?”

“I don't know. I'm hoping the strange haired demon in the kitchen is more knowledgeable than the others I interrogated.” He got up and headed into the kitchen.

Dean turned to his companions. “Well, he puts the ass in Cas, huh?”

“He's definitely off,” Sam agreed.

“And not being entirely truthful,” Liam eyed the kitchen door. “The part about the Demon Tablet was bullshit.”

“How do you know that?” Dean asked.

“I can’t explain it. It’s like how both you and Sam know when the other is lying. I just know. It makes absolutely no sense because I haven’t spent much time with him that I know of, and yet, I just know.”

“Yeah, well...” Dean sighed. “He hasn't been right since he got back from Purgatory. We still don't know how he got out of there.”

“You know, I can hear you three,” Castiel’s voice came from the kitchen. “I am a celestial being.”

They all got up and followed the angel into the kitchen. Wendy was tied to the kitchen table, a devil’s trap under her. “Sam and Dean Winchester,” she smirked when they entered the room. “Oh, the thoughts she had about you two. Mostly you, Sam. What can I say? She has a thing for smutton chops.”

“He’s got a real nice ass too,” Liam commented as he leaned against the sink.

“What?” Sam turned to Liam with a shocked expression.

Liam only shrugged. “Hey, I may think of you as a brother, but I still notice stuff. You’re attractive, okay?”

Dean looked annoyed with Liam. “You and me are gonna have a little chat later.” Then he turned to the demon. “Alright, you douchebag, listen-”

Before he could finish the sentence Castiel stabbed her in the back of the hand with his angel blade and she screamed as sparks flew. “Who told you about the crypts?” the angel demanded.

“I thought angels were supposed to be the good cops.” He stabbed her other hand. “Wait! Stop! Stop! We have a hostage! It's one of Crowley's pets. She's at the Murray Hotel, down by the interstate. She knows the towns where all the crypts are buried. She saw them all back in the day.”

“And she told you about the parchment?” Sam asked.

“What parchment?”

Dean took a step forward. “Hey! Think he's the only bad cop in this room? Stop lying! We know what you're really looking for.”

“No. I am telling you, we're looking-” Castiel stabbed her in the chest suddenly, killing her.

“Cas! What the hell was that?” Sam gave him a funny look.

“It told us what we needed.”

“No, she didn't! You can't just-”

“I started this hunt without you because I didn't want anything to slow me down. We have to get to the motel now.”

“Hold on a second.” Sam let out a frustrated sigh when Castiel disappeared.

“Cas?” Dean called out. “Damn it. Go.”

They raced to the motel as fast as they could. “There,” Sam pointed to a flash of light in a third floor window. They ran through the halls, reaching the right door just as Castiel killed the last demon. “Thanks for waiting.”

“The hostage is in there,” Castiel motioned to the closed bathroom door.

They opened it to reveal the demon Meg tied up, bruised and bloodied on the floor. “Aren't you a little short for a Stormtrooper?” she said with a little smirk. “Enemy of my enemy and all that garbage. What do you say we help each other out?”

They ended up untying her and she cleaned herself up a little bit before moving to sit on the bed. Dean starred at her, his arms crossed. “Okay, now tell us what Crowley has against you and why we should put any trust in you.”

“I backed Lucifer, genius. Crowley and his ego, well, he doesn’t exactly have a soft spot for a girl like me. I hid from him as long as I could, but as you can see...”

“But you've been telling Crowley the location of Lucifer's crypts,” Sam’s eyes narrowed.

“What can I say? I needed a break from the constant torture. And I did visit them all during my time with Yellow Eyes. But don't worry. I haven't exactly been giving them the Glengarry leads.”

“You mean you've been lying to them?” Castiel asked.

“I just get them in the ballpark. Enough time's passed and enough's changed that they bought it.”

“So, what have they found?” Castiel seemed a little tense.

“Bupkis. Every crypt's been one Al Capone's vault after another. And on top of that, someone kept picking up the trail and icing demons. I'm guessing that was you, Castiel. But Crowley just keeps sending more. He's hell bent on finding that Angel Tablet.”

Sam blinked. “Wait a second. Did you just say Angel Tablet?”

“You know, I get why Crowley calls you moose now. Yes, Angel Tablet. Crowley found out Lucifer had it, figures it's stashed in a crypt.”

Castiel shifted back and forth on his feet a little. “Well, this is news to me, as well. Demons I interrogated, they must have been lying about their true intentions.”

Dean seemed skeptical. “Really? Because I saw you ‘Zero Dark Thirty’ that demon. You were more than persuasive.”

“You're both missing the point. I lied to them, which means they're digging in the wrong place. But not for long. They'll be back here soon. So, who's up for fleeing?”

Sam nodded. “She's right. We need to find those crypts before they do. Meg, you're the only one who's been there.”

“Not the only one,” her eyes turned to Liam.

Liam shifted a little, clearly uncomfortable. “Why are you looking at me?”

She chuckled softly. “You really don’t know, do you, Superman?”

“Know what?”

“Nothing important,” Dean grabbed his wrist to drag him out of the room.

Liam’s eyes narrowed. “You really do know something I don’t, don’t you?”

“For everyone’s sake, drop it.” He turned to Meg. “What do you need?”

“Any of you dummies got a map?”

They took her to the Morton house, breaking in and going down to the basement where the model village was. “Here,” it was Liam who pointed to a spot.

“Very good,” Meg smirked at him. “You have an excellent memory, at least the parts that weren’t deleted.”

“What's there now?” Sam asked quickly.

“Do I look like Google to you? None of these buildings were here way back in the day. Figure it out, genius. Is there any booze in this dump?” she wandered off. Castiel followed her.

Dean looked to his brother. “Liam was right, he lied to us.”

Sam gave a little shrug. “I can kind of understand why. I mean, an Angel Tablet? If the Demon Tablet can shut the gates of hell, what can the Angel Tablet do?”

Liam studied the little model village closer. “Yeah, well, he still lied, and it bugs the hell out of me.”

“Do you think we can trust him?” Dean asked.

Sam got out his laptop to bring up a satellite view of the town. “No. But what choice do we have? According to this, the crypt has to be below an abandoned building.”

Dean nodded. “Alright, let’s go find us a crypt.”

They grabbed Meg and Castiel and drove out to the right part of town. Meg looked around when she got out of the car. “So, this is it. Basement?”

Dean turned to his companions. “Alright, Cas, Liam, and I will head in and get our Indiana Jones on. Sam, you stay outside with Meg.”

“What?” Sam was surprised.

“We got this,” Dean assured him.

“What are you talking about, Dean? I'm not letting you go in there without me. Meg can hang here, watch our backs.”

Dean gave his brother a funny look. “Oh, what? Now you trust Meg?”

“Hey, I got you this far,” Meg seemed insulted.

“Shut up. Sam, I saw your bloody tissue in the trash can, okay?”

“That wasn't-” Sam tried to argue.

“Stop. Just stop. Sam, we don't know what's in there, okay? And you almost let a demon get the best of you back there.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you're not fine. You haven't been fine since the first trial.”

“Dean, I'm telling you, I'm okay.”

“No, you're not. Sam,” Castiel interrupted. “You're damaged in ways even I can't heal. Dean's right. You should stay here and protect Meg.”

Meg gave a little snort. “Since when do I need protecting?”

“Since you were held captive and tortured for over a year.”

“Touché.”

Dean grabbed Liam’s hand. “Alright, we'll be back.”

Once they were down in the basement Dean turned to Castiel. “Hey, what did you mean back there about Sam?”

“It's difficult to say. It's something on the subatomic level and his electromagnetic field-”

“Okay, bottom line it for me, Bill Nye. Is it lethal?”

“I don’t know.”

“Here,” Liam stopped by a section of the wall.

“You’re sure?” Dean asked.

“Part of me is.”

Castiel put his hand on the wall. “There's a draft. There's something behind there. Stand back.” He concentrated and energy flowed from his hand into the wall and it cracked.

Behind the wall was a tunnel leading back to a dusty and cobweb filled room with very old artifacts all around. “I don’t think anyone has been down here in a really long time,” Liam commented as he looked around. “Except eight legged freaks.”

Dean chuckled as he shined his flashlight around. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from the evil spiders.”

“Dean…,” Castiel pointed to a stone chest on a shelf. “That's it.”

“How do you know?” Dean asked.

“It's the only thing in here warded against angels.”

Dean picked up the chest and moved it to a table. He pried it open with a dagger and pulled out a big stone block. “Winner, winner, chicken dinner.”

Castiel gave a little nod. “Good. Hand it to me, and I'll take it to heaven.”

Dean shook his head. “No, we will take it to Kevin so he can translate.”

“Right. Of course. I'll take it to him right away. No time to waste.”

“Well, he's not that far. I've been meaning to go check on him, bring him some supplies.”

“I can resupply the Prophet, Dean.”

“You know, why don't, uh, Sam and I take it over to him, and you can get back to your mission? Finding the other half of the Demon Tablet, that is priority, isn't it?”

“I can't let you take that, Dean.”

“Can't or won't?”

“Both.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed. “How did you get out of Purgatory, Cas? Just tell me how you got out of Purgatory. Be honest with me for the first time since you've been back, and this is yours.” Castiel’s blade suddenly dropped into his hand. Dean took a step back. “Cas, I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, but if you're in there and you can hear me, you don't have to do this.”

Castiel lunged forward to attack. Dean blocked his blade with the stone. It fell to the ground and shattered, a loud clap of thunder echoing through the room as the tablet was revealed. Castiel punched Dean hard, sending him to the floor with a bloody lip.

Suddenly Castiel went flying across the room, crashing into a shelf and sending pieces of artifacts flying. Blue eyes met red. “I don’t know what the hell you think you are doing,” Astiratu growled. “But knock it the fuck off!”

Castiel shook his head. “What have you done to me, Naomi?” he whimpered.

Astiratu put his hand on Castiel’s forehead and a bright light flashed through the room, Castiel’s body jerking a bit. The half angel stepped back after a minute. “That better?”

Castiel was still for a moment, then he nodded. “Much, thank you. And I’m sorry.”

“Now who the fuck is Naomi, other than a dead bitch that is?”

Castiel swallowed hard. “She took over heaven, and me apparently. She was training me to kill Sam and Dean.”

Astiratu crossed his arms. “And exactly how did she expect you to actually do that with me around? Is she that dense?”

“I was supposed to figure out how to separate them from you, which I didn’t do.”

“No, you didn’t. You were never going to. This is why I hate angels, present company excluded.”

“Of course. You know, you never did tell me why you saved and befriended me all those centuries ago. Why you just broke Naomi’s hold over me instead of killing me.”

“Because you’re different, Cas. I could tell when I saw you. You’re kinda awkward and dorky at times, and your pillow talk needs some serious work, but all in all...”

Castiel gave him a small smile. “Thank you.” His eyes fell to the Angel Tablet. “And now I must protect that.”

“From Naomi?” Dean had picked himself up off the ground.

“From everyone.” Castiel picked it up and was gone.

“Cas! Damn it!” Dean shouted.

Seconds later Sam came in. “We got to go now.”

They ran back up to the street just in time to see Meg squaring off with Crowley. As quickly as they could they jumped in the car and Dean fired up the engine. Just as Dean sped off Astiratu watched out the back window as Crowley killed Meg.

As soon as they were far enough away Dean filled Sam in on what happened in the crypt. Sam looked back to Astiratu. “So what, you reset him to factory settings or something like that?”

“No,” the half angel answered. “Naomi, she um, tried to reprogram Cas, introduced a virus into his system. I cleaned it out.”

Dean sighed. “Listen, man, I can't take any more lies from anyone.”

Sam frowned. “Yeah. Um... I know. I'm sorry. I should have told you. I just wanted to believe I was okay. I don't know.”

“Well, you heard what Cas said, that that first trial hurt you in ways that even he can't heal. Sammy, I need you to be honest with me from here on out, man.”

“You're right. And I will be.”

“Listen, I may not be able to carry the burden that comes along with these trials. But, I can carry you.”

“You realize you kind of just quoted ‘Lord of the Rings,’ right?”

“Come on, man. But it's the Rudy Hobbit, alright? Rudy Hobbit always gets a pass.” Sam chuckled. “Shut up.”

“Speaking of hobbits,” Astiratu spoke up. “Your favorite is going to need some comforting in a second.”

“Roger that,” Dean pulled over to the side of the road. “Sammy, think you can drive for a little while?”

“I’m a little tired, but I think I can manage it, yeah.”
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