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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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“So, it’s not just me?” Sam asked Liam while they sat together in the den. “Dean isn’t acting himself. Ever since we found that blade and he touched it...”

“No, it’s not just you,” Liam sighed and leaned back against the chair he was sitting in. “Well, I mean… When he’s calm and relaxed he’s the same guy I fell in love with. When we’re on a hunt and the action starts and he gets pumped up with adrenaline… Violence is his trigger. It scares me. It scares him too.”

“But of course you’re the only one he’ll talk to.”

The blond raised an eyebrow. “Sam, I know you’re smarter than you look.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sam got a little defensive.

“Think about it a minute. It’s been a few months, but you made your feelings quite clear. You don’t want to get involved with anything personal.”

“I was angry, I...” Sam tried to gather the right words.

“I know, but you really hurt him, not that he’ll ever admit that. Sam, what you said is kinda true. What Gadreel said was pretty true. But no one ever stopped to think about the reason he’s that way.”

Sam took a deep breath. “You know, we both hate it when you’re right.”

Liam chuckled. “Because I happen to be right a lot. Think about it, Sam. What and or who has been the one constant in his life?”

Sam paused a moment even though he knew the answer. “Me.”

“Very good. I knew you had a brain mister scarecrow. We both know he doesn’t like to get too personal, but you and me, we’re all he’s got. Our wedding, while the meaning of it was special, was kind of pathetic. You, Natalie, and John, not because that’s what we… I… wanted, but because you guys were all we had. He loves us the best he knows how. And everyone does selfish things now and again.”

Dean walked into the room and both Sam and Liam turned to look at him. “Were you two talking about me?” he asked suspiciously.

“Just hanging out, why?” Sam answered casually. “You afraid I’m going to steal him?”

“Well, you did fuck him once apparently.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “As an experiment when we thought you were dead. How the hell were we supposed to know you’d ring the doorbell five minutes after we were done? Besides, we told you, it was too weird. I think of him as another brother, so it was about as passion filled as it would be if I fucked you.”

Dean blinked while that image sank in. “Well, that won’t ever happen.”

“And there are a lot of disappointed fan girls out there,” Liam chuckled.

Dean glared at his husband. “You still write that sickening smut, don’t you?”

Liam smirked. “When I need a little creative outlet. Hey, I think of Sam like a brother too, but there’s an appetite out there. If it helps, while I write I fantasize about it being you and me, and I just substitute Sam’s name.”

“Did you need something, or…?” Sam asked.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “I was looking for you two because Cas called. He captured an angel in Metatron’s inner circle, and he wants us to come.”

“Okay,” Sam nodded. “I guess that means we need to get to bed now, head out early.”

“That would be a good idea,” Dean agreed. “This might just be the break we needed. You coming, babe?”

“Yeah, I’m just gonna go get a drink of water and then be right up.”

They drove out to the address Castiel gave Dean, and it led them to a large abandoned building. “Is this it?” Liam looked at it through the window.

“This is the address he gave me,” Dean got out of the car and the other two followed.

Dean was about to knock on the door when a male angel answered. “If you'll follow me, the Commander will see you now.”

“The Commander?” Dean mumbled to his companions.

They were led into a large room full of computers and tracking devices and angels. “Did not expect this,” Liam looked around in surprise.

The angel took them into a little office where Castiel was waiting. “Sir,” the angel gave a little nod and stood in the corner.

Castiel hugged Dean and Sam, and then noticed the angel still there. “Um...dismissed. He can be a little stuffy,” he said to Dean.

“Hi there,” Liam spoke up to be noticed.

“Hello, Liam,” Castiel gave him a nod, but there was awkwardness in his voice.

“So… Commander,” Dean seemed impressed.

“Yeah, not my idea. They had no leader, and they insisted on following me.”

Dean smiled. “Yeah. No, we get it. You're a rock star.”

Castiel didn’t seem to like the attention. “Bartholomew is dead. Malachi was murdered by Gadreel, and with Metatron as powerful as he is now, I needed to do something.”

Sam looked around some. “So this war between angels is really gonna happen, huh?”

“Not if I can find a diplomatic option for getting rid of Metatron.”

Dean snorted. “Good luck with that.”

“Dean, this angel on angel violence, it has to end. Someone has to say enough. That brings me to why you're here. We have a prisoner. It's an angel from Metatron's inner circle. I need to know what they're planning, but so far, he's revealed nothing. I need...” He looked over to Liam.

The blond’s eyes flashed red. “You need someone more persuasive?”

“You haven’t failed at extracting information in a very long time.”

“True. But what’s with the uh, cold shoulder to my human self?”

“I’m more used to interacting with you as you are. I’m not sure how to really interact with a form of you who is more in the dark.” He paused a moment to try and better explain himself. “You’re my oldest friend, but when you’re human you, you don’t know that. You don’t know me.”

“Well then, reintroduce yourself.”

“Excuse me,” Dean interrupted. “If all you wanted was him, why did you drag us out here?”

“One, because I wanted to see the two of you. Two, because I thought you wanted kept in the loop.”

“We do,” Sam nodded. “Everything needs to get all sorted out as fast as possible.”

Astiratu was led to a bare and dimly lit room with an angel tied up in a chair. “You're wasting your time. I have nothing to say.”

The half angel gave a little evil smirk. “Sweetheart, you’d be amazed at what angels tell me. Come to think of it, Alistair had some interesting secrets as well, but I suppose it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“There's no use torturing me. I am a trained commando. It won't work.”

Astiratu chuckled and took a few steps forward. “Is that so? Here is what I’m wondering. If what you claim is true, then why were you at a bar instead of in heaven? I mean really, some of what Castiel knows about interrogation I taught him, and yet he’s come up empty.” He put a hand on Ezra’s shoulder. “I’m telling you, I like him and all, which is rare, but I’m kind of thinking that going at you would be a massive waste of my time because I just don’t think there’s anything to tell.”

“But there’s lots to tell!” Ezra insisted. “And I really was in heaven!”

Astiratu turned and lowered himself so that he was straddling the angel’s lap, and their bodies were nice and close. “That so?” his mouth was close enough to kiss the angel for a brief moment. “I still don’t believe you. The gates were sealed up tight, not even I can get in anymore.”

“Who said anything about gates? You don't need gates when you have a private portal.”

The half angel clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Your tales just keep getting taller and taller my friend. If there was a doorway on earth, the angels would've sensed it.”

Ezra swallowed hard. “It moves from place to place. It’s wherever the boss wants it to be.”

Astiratu ran his fingers through Ezra’s hair in a loving manner. “I see. So really, you heard some kind of rumor, and you decided to grab yourself a little respect through deceit. You wouldn’t be the first angel to ever do that.”

“It's not a rumor. He showed me.”

“I see.” Astiratu gave a flirtatious smile and ground his hips down a little. “Keeping up with the story, even though we both know the truth. Oh, sweetie, the only explanation here is you were struck by fan worship. That’s more of a human thing than an angel thing, but I guess you have been on earth in that vessel for a while.” His fingertips brushed Ezra’s neck. “We also both know that’s not a gun in your pocket.”

Ezra blushed a deep red. “I was interviewed personally by Metatron for a key post.”

Astiratu pressed a little closer and made eye contact. “Let’s play a little game and say I believe you. You’re not at that post now, are you? As stated by me earlier, you were in a bar.”

“Hardly anybody was chosen! And ground forces is still a very important assignment. It was an honor to have even been considered for the squad.”

“Ah, there’s a squad now. Though I do have to say, a good imagination is a bit of a turn on to me. It’s a quality so many lack.”

“It’s a highly guarded secret.” Ezra was beginning to sweat a little.

“You’re making me all tingly now. You know what just might get me to remove those restraints and blow your mind? Details, sweetie. What exactly is this super secret squad doing?” Ezra was quiet so the half angel brushed his lips in a light kiss. “Come on now, you’ve got me so close. And you, well… Bodies don’t lie.” When Ezra was still silent he chuckled. “You don’t know, do you?”

“Well, until you were chosen, the exact nature of the mission was kept a secret.”

“And you weren’t chosen.”

Ezra’s eyes were filled with lust. “But I was close, and that doesn’t mean we can’t...”

“Yeah it does,” the half angel got off of him. “Even I have standards, and I draw the line at you. Good talk though.”

Astiratu moved to a nearby room where Castiel, Dean, and Sam were watching a live feed of the interrogation. “What the hell was that?” Dean asked, sounding a little angry.

“Chill, darling. It was a non traditional technique. Cas said that force didn’t work, so I had to go another route.”

“So, an elite squad and ground forces?” Sam interrupted them. “What's Metatron gearing up for?”

Dean sighed. “I don't know, why don't we shove somebody through the back door of heaven and find out. Oh, wait. No. It's portable and can't be found.”

They went back to Castiel’s office, and it wasn’t long until an angel came to tell them Ezra was dead. “You watched me question him,” Astiratu pointed out. “So I didn’t do it. He was shackled pretty good, so I doubt it was a suicide.”

Castiel’s gaze fell to his desk. “No. This was an angel kill.”

“Okay. Well, I'm gonna say it. Maybe your operation's been hacked. You know, Metatron's got somebody on the inside,” Dean suggested.

Castiel seemed very disturbed by that idea. “I was sure everyone here was loyal. Finally united by a common cause.”

“Well, that's the problem. See, you don't think anybody's lying. I think everybody's lying. It's a gift.” Dean turned to his brother. “Let’s go nose around.”

The brothers got up to leave, and Astiratu was going to follow them, but Castiel grabbed his arm. “What?” the half angel asked.

“I just wanted to ask you something. You invaded Gadreel’s vessel, which means you were in very close proximity. What are your thoughts on him?”

Astiratu’s eyes narrowed. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Just please answer the question.”

“Well,” Astiratu sighed. “He’s an idiot.”

“That doesn’t tell me much. You think pretty much everyone is an idiot.”

“Compared to me they are, but you have a point. Um… I know he doesn’t think it’s fair how he’s judged for his actions all that time ago. He told me as much while we were locked up together. While he was telling me his story I actually found it a bit admirable that he thought for himself and disagreed with Daddy on the way things were being run. The decision itself was kind of a dumb one, but still… You know how angels tend to be order following robots.”

“I know, though it seems to be best that way. I was that way once.”

“Until I got my mitts on you, yes. But to the point, I don’t think Gadreel is a bad angel. He did save Sam. He did as promised until Metatron found him and sold him some bigger and better heaven line of crap. Gadreel bought the line of crap. He thinks what he’s doing is for the greater good. The fact that I’m fighting against it should be a giant glaring clue otherwise, but I did say he was an idiot.”

“So, he’s not hostile?”

“No. Why does it matter though?”

“I was considering fighting fire with fire as the saying goes.”

“Oh. Well, sometimes you do have to get a little dirty to come out on top. Nobody knows that better than me.”

The three of them walked around a bit, but nothing really stood out, so they went back to Castiel’s office. The angel wasn’t there so they sat down to wait. Dean started staring off into space as though really lost in thought. He didn’t even move when his phone started ringing. “Dean!” Sam shouted to get his attention. “What's wrong with you? You hear your phone?”

“Oh,” Dean snapped back and reached for the phone to answer. “It's about time. Where the hell have you been?”

“I told you I'd be in touch when I'd found Adrian. Well... I'm in touch,” Crowley answered. “First things first. I'll give you the location of the First Blade. You three fetch it. I'll keep him in my sights, then we'll remove him from the payroll for good.”

Dean hung up after he got the location and turned to his companions. “Showtime. But I’m gonna need my sweetheart back.”

The half angel blinked and was Liam again. “Where did Cas go?” he was confused.

“I guess he had to do something, but the call from Crowley just came, and we gotta run.”

They drove to the indicated cemetery and started digging up the grave. Dean opened the lid of the coffin to reveal a fairly fresh corpse. Sam backed up a little at the smell. “Oh, come on, Crowley! You really uh, have to hide the blade in a corpse? Not with a corpse but in a corpse?”

Dean just gave a little shrug. “I got to say, it's not the first place I'd look. Alright, here we go.”

Sam heard a low growl. “Dean? Do you hear that?”

Dean looked up. “I’m guessing hellhound.”

They were about to get up and run when Liam turned in the direction the growling was coming from and held out his hand. There was a loud popping sound and dark blood flew everywhere. Then Liam started to fall, but Sam reached out to catch him. “Whoa, hobbit, you okay?”

“Yeah,” Liam nodded once he was back steady on his feet. “Just a dizzy spell. I’m beginning to notice that doing things no other normal person can do has side effects.”

Dean pointed to the ground beside the dug up coffin. “I know you don’t like being ordered around, but sit.” Liam gave Dean a glare, but lowered himself onto the grass. Dean opened up the corpse. “Alright, going in.”

Sam shared a glance with Liam. “Hey, you know what? Maybe uh, I should do this,” Sam suggested.

Dean looked a little offended. “Sam, it's fine. I can safely grab it without...you know...” Despite his protest he moved aside while Sam reached into the deceased man looking like he might be sick at any moment before pulling out the blade. Dean patted his brother on the shoulder. “Well, let's go kill a knight of hell, huh?”

Once they were back in the car Dean called Crowley to find out where to go. “Squirrel. I hope you were nice to your father,” Crowley said when he answered.

Dean was a little confused by that. “What? Shut up. Look, we got the blade.”

“You do? Well, you need to get it here at once. Cleveland, Humboldt Hotel. Penthouse, of course. When you get here, I'll take you to Adrian. I'll draw him out, and then you can skewer the ignorant ass.”

“Alright, we're on our way.”

“Oh, and, Dean, you need to get a move on. It's a good day's drive from Poughkeepsie.”

Dean blinked a few times. “What are you talking about? We're not even near there.”

“Yeah, like I said, you need to leave Poughkeepsie right away.”

Dean hung up and put the phone back in his pocket. “So, we good?” Sam asked.

“Yeah,” Dean assured him.

A few hours later they pulled up to the hotel. Sam took a steadying breath and got out of the car. “Let's do this.”

“Wait. Hold on a sec,” Dean motioned for his brother to stop. “We should give this place a once over before we go up there. Crowley said he thought he saw some demons headed down to the basement. He'd have checked it out himself, but if word got back to Adrian that he'd been seen...”

Sam was skeptical. “When did he say all this?”

“On the phone. Look, it might mean that he knows that he's here, okay? So why don't you take Liam and check out the basement. I'll, uh, take a look on the main floor.”

Dean took the blade and left them. Sam and Liam did go down to the basement, but there was nothing down there. “Something about this not seem right to you?” Liam asked.

“Everything about it,” Sam answered. “Let’s go.”

They hurried up to the penthouse suite and burst through the door in time to see Adrian pinning Dean against the wall with the blade on the floor next to him. Before either of them could react, the blade flew into Dean’s hand, and suddenly the demon had no power over him. Dean’s eyes were frighteningly cold as he marched up to Adrian and stabbed him in the stomach. Red sparks flew as he died, his body falling to the floor, and Dean kept stabbing.

Liam ran over to him and touched his shoulders. “Hey, stop!” he cried.

Dean growled and whirled around, grabbing Liam by the throat and slamming him hard into the wall. He didn’t let go even as Liam struggled to breathe and get free.

“Dean!” Sam cried out once he was over the shock of what was happening. “Dean, you’re killing him!”

Dean let go just as Liam lost consciousness. Sam rushed over to check on the blond when Dean just walked away. Crowley was removing a bullet from his shoulder. “You could at least help me with this,” the demon looked up at Dean.

Sam stood once he saw Liam was still breathing. “We didn't kill you, Crowley, even though it would've been very easy. Isn't that enough?”

“You owe me. Do I get no credit for warning you this was a trap? Poughkeepsie ring a bell? I sense drama.”

“Wait, how did you know about that?” Sam asked, not happy with the situation.

“Does it matter? The point is Adrian was smart. He went way back in time and found my son to bring him here. The bastard learned about my little problem, the one you three caused by the way, and used the boy as leverage.”

Dean shook his head. “I can’t believe you have a son. How's he doing, by the way?”

“How do you think?” Crowley answered as he finally got the bullet out.

“You get that he's got to go back, right? To his own time?”

“If the lad goes back, his destiny is to board a ship bound for America. That ship went down in a storm. All hands were lost. He had one chance in this world to change his life. You want that to all end in tragedy?”

“Well, I don't know what to tell you. Them's the rules. He goes back.”

“The lore all says the same thing, you change any one thing in the past, the ripple effect impacts everything that follows,” Sam added.

“Please. No one bends the rules like you three bend the rules. He's one misfit kid. He impacts no one.”

“You don't bend that rule, okay?” Sam tried to stress. “You don't. We'll take him back to the bunker, figure out the spell. That's the way it's got to be.”

“Can I at least say goodbye?” Crowley said as he moved toward the bedroom. Then he paused a moment. “I'll cheer the day when the last trace of humanity leaves me. Feelings,” he said it like it was a curse word.

After a few minutes Dean opened the door to find the room empty. “Damn it, Crowley!” he shouted.

Sam went and scooped Liam up in his arms. “He’ll live, by the way. You didn’t kill him.”

“I figured,” there wasn’t much emotion in Dean’s voice as he turned to head back to the car.

Sam followed, putting Liam in the backseat. “What is wrong with you?” he asked as he got into the passenger seat. “The back of his head is bleeding a little. You slammed him into a wall and choked him out, then act like you don’t care if he’s even alive. I’ve seen you fuss when he stubs his toe.”

“What do you want from me?” Dean was agitated as he pulled out onto the street. “We going home or bunker?”

“Bunker,” Sam answered quickly. “And then there’s the fact that you knew we were walking into a trap, and you sent us to the basement on a goose chase.”

“I didn't tell you about the warning because I knew exactly what you would do. You would make sure that you both were right alongside me going in that room.”

“You mean like we always do? Because we're actually partners in this and we watch each other's backs?”

“I don't expect you to understand.”

“Try me.”

Dean took a deep breath. “First time I touched that blade I knew. I knew that I wouldn't be stopped. I knew I would take down Adrian and anything else if I had to. And it wasn't a hero thing. You know, it wasn't... It was just calm. I knew. And I had to go it alone, Sammy.”

“Oh. Of course. So it was just another time where you had to protect us.”

“Trap or not, it was our best shot. If you two came up with me the bastard could’ve done something to either one of you, and then used that as leverage like Crowley’s son. I couldn’t risk it.”

“Look, I'm glad it worked out, okay? I am. And I'm glad the blade gives you strength or calm or whatever, but, Dean, I got to say... I'm starting to think the blade is doing something else, too.”

“Yeah, like what?”

“I don’t know. Liam’s been bearing the brunt of it. You’ve been lashing out at someone you usually fuss over. Need I repeat, you just slammed him into a wall and choked him out, then you weren’t all that concerned. Look, I'm thinking until we know for sure that we're gonna kill off Crowley, why don't we store the blade somewhere distant? Lock it up somewhere safe? Okay?”

“No,” Dean said with a tone of finality that shocked Sam into silence.
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