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Hunting Humanity X	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1093 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Liam opened his eyes and saw that Dean was still awake. “You okay?” the blond asked as he snuggled a little closer.

“I don't know,” Dean answered honestly as he ran his fingers through his husband's hair. “But thank you for being the adult back there. And double thank you for saving Sam. You may not have healed him all the way, but you saved his life.”

“I do what needs to be done. I'm attached to Sam. That, and you would have done something really stupid had he died.”

“Probably. If you haven't noticed, I don't deal with loss well.”

“I've noticed. But Dean, risk is part of the job, we all know that.”

“I know, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. And if either one of you had told me Corbin tried to kill Sam back in that cabin...”

“The sheriff would still be alive. Didn't see that coming, though it's something we should have thought of. But I took care of it.”

“Yes, you did,” Dean kissed Liam softly.

“Is that last case all that's bothering you?”

“No. I keep thinking about Cas, and how Lucifer is walking around in his vessel. I'm glad to see that you've calmed down about that, but I can't get it out of my mind.”

Liam moved to rest his head on Dean's shoulder. “I kind of had to breathe for survival. Not sleeping and eating for days at a time was gonna kill me. That, and we haven't heard anything from him. He really does seem to be focused on Amara.”

“I guess she poses a threat to him too. And she's on my mind. Don't get mad, because it's not like that. I only get those weird feelings in her presence, and I don't like it.”

“I'm not mad about that anymore. I know I've been the jealous type. It's just... Why are you with me?”

“Because I love you,” Dean looked at him like it was a stupid question.

“Why do you love me?”

“Because you're you. Other than that I don't know. I just know that I'm happier when you're around.”

“That's what bugs me, that you don't know.”

“Do you know why you love me?” Dean turned it back around.

“Because you seem to be my type. You're very physically attractive. Your sense of humor is a little twisted, but it makes me laugh sometimes. And you have this tough guy act, but deep down you care about people.”

“Yes, those are my good qualities. I can name a few about you too. The way you took charge back in those woods when I was falling apart. You give me what I need and don't ask for all that much in return. You're very sweet when you're not being a giant pain in the ass. The only thing is you're not the gender I've always been attracted to. Just because I don't understand that does not mean I'm going to wake up one day and change my mind. Please get that through your abnormally thick head.”

“I'll try. But on a happier note, Sam seems to be enjoying recuperating at home. I think we're all happier here than at the bunker.”

“We are, but for now the bunker is where we need to spend most of our time. We need to find some answers.”

“But we aren't finding any. It's just like with the stupid mark. Sam had to find the Book of the Damned because we found nothing in the bunker.”

“I wish we never found that book.”

“If we hadn't you wouldn't be back to yourself, and I don't know where I'd be.”

“But then the Darkness would still be locked away. Lucifer would still be locked away. Not that I'm not grateful to be free of that influence, but we would have fewer problems.”

“Not fewer, just different. Look, let's both get some sleep, okay? Everything will still be there tomorrow.”

Dean nodded and closed his eyes. Dean was very surprised to receive a call from Crowley in the morning claiming that he had gotten free from Lucifer. “Are you not hearing me? I said I have in my possession the solution to our collective problems. You should be doing a jig.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “I don't jig. Now, how do I know you even escaped Lucifer and he's not making you say all this?”

“Honestly, your cynicism is depressing. Why would Lucifer force me to discuss the very means of his destruction?”

“What are you talking about?”

“A weapon, one that channels divinity. Yes, powerful enough to help destroy a force like the Darkness, or Lucifer. Tell me you haven't been searching for such a thing.”

“A Hand of God? Of course we have.”

“Thought as much. St. Louis. The old post office on Beekman.”

Crowley hung up and Dean turned to Sam and Liam. “What should we do?”

Sam sighed. “Well, the last time we worked with Crowley turned out so well...”

“That was Rowena's doing,” Liam pointed out. “I mean, it's not exactly like he's our best buddy, but for the moment we all want the same thing.”

“Then we go,” Dean made the decision. “Sam, you good?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “Between Liam and rest I'm all healed up.”

They drove out to the meeting place and watched for any signs of trouble as they entered the abandoned building. “Nice digs. The Crypt Keeper out of town?” Dean joked when they saw Crowley.

“I'm lucky to be alive. Lucifer had me trussed up like a dog in my own palace.”

“Palace? Oh, you mean the abandoned nuthouse.”

“So he doesn't even have original ideas,” Liam mumbled.

“What?” Dean turned to his husband?

“What?” Liam looked a little confused. “Did I say something?”

“He kept me in a kennel!” Crowley shouted angrily. “And he turned all my demons against me. They scour the earth, day and night, looking to kill me. He has to be dealt with.”

“So is this why you brought us here? Some lousy grudge match with Lucifer?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, where's this, uh, Hand of God you were talking about?” Sam asked.

“I'm getting to that. Your only hope of subduing Amara is to match the level of power that she possesses.”

“No kidding. And?” Dean was getting impatient.

“And I have the Horn of Joshua.”

“Joshua? As in the Joshua that won the battle of Jericho?” Sam was a little impressed.

“And I'm willing to entrust it to your capable hands.” Sam, Dean, and Liam didn't look so sure. “What? I just said I'd give you the thing.”

“If?” all three men said at the same time.

“Is this how you say thank you? You think these things grow on bloody trees?”

“Cut the crap, Crowley,” Dean growled. “With you, there's always an if.”

“Fine. I will give you the horn if you help me exorcise Lucifer from Castiel's vessel and then return him immediately to the cage.”

“Oh, that's all,” Sam scoffed.

“Okay. And where is this horn?” Dean asked.

“Safely hidden, naturally.”

“Crowley, even if we could exorcise Lucifer out of Cas, the cage is damn near impenetrable. It took a spell from the Book of the Damned to spring Lucifer, and Rowena hid the book,” Sam pointed out.

“And we would need both the book and her to even have a shot,” Dean added.

Crowley grumbled. “Did I say this would be easy? No. I did not.”

“Do you even know where Rowena is?” Sam asked.

“Rotting somewhere, I assume. Lucifer snapped her neck.”

“Not surprising, but it really complicates things,” Liam commented.

“Hold on, okay?” Dean ran his fingers through his hair. “Let's just put it in reverse. We will put Lucifer back in the cage after we put Amara back on ice. It has to happen in that order, otherwise there is no Lucifer, there's no cage, there's no nothing.”

“He's spent years marinating in hate against us! He has to go,” Crowley growled.

Sam sighed. “Problem is, we may need him.”

“He's been down this road with Amara before,” Dean pointed out. “He might be the only one powerful enough to use the horn against her.”

“He had me cleaning the floors with my tongue! He called me puppy! He made me beg!” Crowley was getting angry.

“Come on. Is this what this is about? Huh?” Dean asked. “Your stupid ego? The fact that he dissed you in front of a bunch of stupid demons? You're smarter than this.”

“Dean's right,” Sam agreed. “Priority is to put the horn in Lucifer's hands and set him loose on Amara.”

“After we exorcise Lucifer out of Cas and put him into a new vessel,” Dean added.

“What? Really?” Sam gave his brother a strange look.

“Yes, really. We're not gonna send Lucifer into battle inside Cas. What if he doesn't make it?”

“Dean, it's a strong vessel. It's held Cas for years, and we know what he's been through. I'm guessing it can hold Lucifer. And Cas wanted to do this.”

“Yeah, well, there's times I want Liam to put on a Zorro mask and slap me during sex. That doesn't make it a good idea.”

“You should've said something sooner, that could be fun” Liam smirked.

“I'm arguing a point here,” Dean snapped.

Sam shook his head. “Dean, this is exactly how we screw ourselves. We make the heart choice instead of the smart choice.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you, Dr. Phil. Cas is family.”

“Yes, and his choice deserves to be respected.”

“Even if it kills him?”

“He's died before and come back,” Liam pointed out.

“And we should just rely on that logic?”

Crowley groaned. “It's killing me. I would rather stick white hot skewers in my eyes than listen to you bitches bicker! I gave you the terms of my deal. If Lucifer's not back in the cage, the horn stays hidden.”

Sam turned to Crowley. “You know, this is a dick move, Crowley. Even for you. You're not being reasonable.”

“I don't have to be reasonable. I'm the king.”

“Are you now?” Liam snorted. “Is that why you want Lucifer gone so badly? Why not just snap your fingers and will it, your highness.”

“You watch your tone with me!”

“I'm just pointing out that the only reason you're making this offer is that you need us. Ergo, you might want to be a little more reasonable, even though I don't want Lucifer walking around any more than you do.”

They heard something rumble. “What the hell was that?” Dean looked toward a window. They all went outside and looked up to see dark swirling clouds and lightning with loud thunder. “You know what, fellas? I think that's her.”

“I think you're right,” Liam agreed.

They went back inside and Sam ran his fingers through his hair. “Okay. So now we all just saw what happens when she's in a bad mood, which, apparently, she's been in since the dawn of time.”

Dean nodded. “I think she just rattled heaven with a flick of her pinkie finger. That's not a big enough dose of reality for you?”

“Why are we arguing? We all know that he has to go back in the cage,” Crowley wasn't backing down.

“Yes, when it makes sense,” Dean argued. “Amara's the big picture here now, okay? Look, in order to take her out, Lucifer has got to have the Horn of Joshua. He does her, we do him. Check, please. Crowley, ticktock. You with us?”

“The crux of your dispute is your contention that Lucifer, and only Lucifer, can use the horn to beat Amara, right?”

“You got it.”

“Well, that scenario only works if you actually possess said horn, which you do not.”

Sam let out an exasperated sigh. “No, we don't. But you do, so...”

“Exactly! I do! This isn't a negotiation. I have the high cards, and you have... Hold on. Give me a second. Let me have a look. No cards! My offer stands.”

“When we sprung Lucifer from the cage, we had Rowena and the Book of the Damned. Both of which we will need to put him back in the cage, both of which are gone,” Dean brought up again. “Back to you.”

“Guys, look at this,” Sam drew their attention to an old safe where a message suddenly appeared. It read 'BACK FROM THE DEAD FERGUS!'.

Liam tilted his head. “Or maybe they're not gone.”

They met Rowena at an old church. Rowena explained to them that she was still alive because of a spell she had made part of herself a long time ago. She also knew what they were doing, and if she was an important part in putting Lucifer back in his cage, she really wanted to do that. “Do we have to keep going over this?” Dean was getting really annoyed.

“Actually...” Liam turned to his husband. “I understand your reasoning, I do. And I have brought myself to terms with the fact that he's loose. But I would feel so much better if he wasn't.”

“And Amara? What do we do about her?”

“Figure something out. Unlike you, I don't believe Lucifer is the key. I think maybe he thinks he is, or he just used our desperation. As usual, I don't know how I know this, but that archangel needs a separate vessel for his ego, because it's too big to fit in there with him.”

Dean shook his head. “And here I thought you'd be on my side.” The blond started giving him sad puppy eyes. “Jeez, don't do that!”

“That's why I find it better to keep emotions out of things,” Rowena mumbled.

“Fine!” Dean shouted as he let his head fall back. “We'll get rid of Lucifer so you can sleep better at night until the Darkness gets her way.”

“That's kind of mean and pessimistic,” Liam frowned. “It's not like I wanted to side with the demon and the witch.”

“But you have your reasons,” Dean finished the thought.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Excellent!” Crowley seemed happy about how things were going. “I'll go fetch the horn, and you four set up here. We'll set a trap.”

Rowena seemed to prefer to stay hidden, but she helped them set up the necessary warding. “Afraid of something, or someone?” Liam mocked her a little bit. “You can get yourself into quite a pickle when you act only in your best self interest in the moment. The winds, they can change quickly.”

“I didn't ask you for life advice,” she snapped at him.

“I hate this,” Sam sighed. “And, by the way, where the hell is Crowley? I mean, we're essentially all set up.”

“Yeah, I mean, he's the one that boxed us into doing this,” Dean wasn't happy either. “You'd think he'd have the decency to-”

“Show up?” Crowley appeared with object in hand. “He does. Because without the bait, well, a trap really isn't a trap, is it?”

Sam looked at the horn. “That's it? Doesn't look like much, does it?”

“First impressions can be deceiving, Moose. For instance, I once thought of you as dull and plodding.” Sam shot him a nasty glare. “Oh, never mind. Bad analogy.”

“For the record, we still think this is a bad idea. We should be using Lucifer, not icing him,” Dean said.

“I'm aware. So I'll be standing right here should you hesitate. The hand that giveth can so quickly taketh away.”

“Yes, we getteth it.”

Crowley turned to his mother. “So, Mummy, you were telling us your fascinating tale of resurrection. But you never did say exactly where you'd been this whole time.”

“Same as you, Fergus. Hiding. Once the Dark Prince knew I was alive, I wouldn't be.”

“No mucking about like last time. The warding and the holy fire won't keep an archangel but for a moment. If he shows up at all.”

“Oh, he'll show,” Dean was sure about that. “He's too hungry to take Amara out, and we've got the blaster to do it.” Dean took a breath, then threw a match into the potion Rowena had mixed. Then he said the spell in an ancient tongue. “I summon you to make an offer. The weapon by which its bearer can crush the Darkness forever.” There was a clap of thunder and Lucifer appeared in the warding circle. “Sam, now!”

Sam dropped another match that lit the ring of holy oil. Lucifer smirked at them. “I'm sorry. Your prayer implied that I'd be joining the team, but I'm just not feeling the warm and fuzzy here.” He spotted the horn. “Wow. There it is. Powered up by Dad himself. Well, that bad boy plus me, that ought to take her out all right. Let's get to it. Douse the flames.” He snapped his fingers impatiently, and looked annoyed when no one moved. “Or don't?”

Dean cut his hand and pressed it to the sigil that was drawn on the wall. Lucifer started to shake. “Castiel, show yourself!” Dean commanded.

“Dean?” Castiel came forward looking confused and panting heavily. “What are you doing? What's going on?”

“Cas, listen to me. We don't have a whole lot of time, okay? You have got to-” Lucifer started to regain control. “Castiel, show yourself!”

Lucifer started laughing. “Uh, he's got to what? You boys, oh, you almost had me there for a minute, but these mail order spells, they're just not what they're cracked up to be, are they?”

“Cas, expel him! You got to kick Lucifer out! Do you hear me?” Dean cried.

Lucifer just kept laughing. “Honestly, I think he's happy with the arrangement. I mean, he did invite me in and all, Dean. Hand over the weapon. What do you say? Or we can just wait for this warding to fail and I'll take it.”

“Or I'll rip you three new ones,” Liam's eyes had turned red.

Lucifer turned his attention toward the half angel. “I'm sure you'll try, but can you?”

“You've seen me angry. And the way you used me to get free...”

“Yeah, I know, you're pissed. But, Sunshine, you and I both know locking the Darkness back up is what's best for everyone. You're too bull headed and petty to have let me out any other way.”

The warding started to flicker. “Bloody hell,” Crowley mumbled and smoked out of his body to enter Castiel.

“Why does no one have any faith in me?” Astiratu sighed.

“I have faith,” Dean assured him. “The only thing that worries me is you won't pull back when you need to.”

They waited to see what was going to happen while Castiel's vessel stood limp. “You know, he's been gone a long time. I mean, what do you think is going on?” Sam asked nervously after several minutes.

Dean sighed. “I don't know. Maybe Cas isn't willing to play ball. I mean, you said it yourself, he wanted this.”

Rowena peeked out of her hiding spot. “Can't you people do anything right? Whilst all this dithering goes on, we're losing time! Look, the warding's beginning to fail.”

They heard a sizzling noise, and saw a message appear on the forehead of Crowley's meat suit. It read 'help me'.

Sam started to try an exorcism, but Astiratu sat down on the floor and his body went limp as an aqua light flew through the air into Castiel. “Do you think that vessel can handle all of that?” Dean was a little worried.

Astiratu found himself in the bunker kitchen. Castiel was watching a TV while Lucifer was slamming Crowley around. “That's enough!” the half angel growled.

Lucifer paused to look at him. “Well, look who joined the party. I thought it was bad enough that you're attached to the humans, but now you're rescuing a pathetic demon?”

“Yes, I'm attached to humans. And the demon thing is complicated, so let him go.”

“Or what?”

Lucifer suddenly flew across the room. Crowley took the opportunity to leave, smoking back into his meat suit. He gasped and opened his eyes. “What's going on in there?” Dean asked worriedly.

“Useless. Lucifer's hold on him is too strong.”

“What about...?” Dean looked to the body on the floor.

“Letting out some pent up aggression. I wouldn't worry too much about him.”

Several minutes passed before the aqua light returned back into Liam's body, and he opened his red eyes. The warding around Lucifer failed, and the two of them just stared at each other for several seconds. “This is the most reasonable you've been in a long time,” Lucifer said as he moved to take the horn.

Astiratu made no move to stop him. “Just remember, touch my humans and you're mince meat. I don't care what it does to me.”

“I don't doubt that.”

Suddenly there was a loud bang and a hole appeared in the wall. Amara walked through it and saw Lucifer. “Oh, Lucifer. Dear nephew, my, how you've changed. I was tracking her when she left my side,” Amara motioned to where Rowena was hiding.

Lucifer smirked at her. “You were safely sealed away. You're gonna wish you'd stayed there.”

He held the horn and absorbed it's power. Then he aimed a blinding flash of light at Amara. When the light died down Amara remained standing, unscathed. Lucifer looked afraid as Amara effortlessly pulled him toward her and cupped his face in her hands. “I think you and I need to have a nice, long chat.” She looked at Dean briefly before she and Lucifer were gone in a flash.

Not knowing what else to do, Sam, Dean, and Liam went back to the bunker. Sam brought two more beers to the table and handed Dean one. “So, Rowena and Crowley, like mother, like son, huh? They both took exactly one split second to take off when things started going south.”

“Yep,” Dean nodded as he took a drink.

“By the way, what's Rowena doing with Amara?”

“My guess, she's playing the odds. When sucking up to Lucifer didn't work out, maybe she thought Amara was the best bet. Then she heard Lucifer had a shot, so she switched horses again.”

“I thought Lucifer had a shot. Apparently, uh, archangel plus God power doesn't trump God’s sister.”

“But if the thing has to be used by God's chosen, then maybe an archangel who got the boot doesn't qualify. As much as I hate to think it, maybe the horn should've been given to the other heavy hitter in the room. But the horn is out of ammo now, so...”

“Speaking of which, how is he?”

“He'll be okay. At least he better be. I know encounters with Lucifer aren't pleasant, and not remembering things is frustrating, but he's getting used to it.”

“He shouldn't have to. When he sent Lucifer back the last time, that should've been the end of it.”

“Should have, but wasn't. We keep getting into situations where we need the big gun.”

“Listen, um... I know I said we should let Cas deal with the Darkness.”

“That's what he wanted, right? Besides, didn't we say that we were gonna swear off getting in the way when one person makes a choice the other doesn't agree with?”

“We did say that.”

“Which sounds damn good. Well, let's go find that idiot and bring him home.”
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