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Hunting Humanity III	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1200 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dean came down for breakfast a few mornings later and sat at the table and let his head fall onto it. “Dean sweetie, something wrong?” Natalie asked him.

Dean sat up and rubbed his eyes. “I think my head is about to explode. You know, I never used to believe in God. Demons, yes, because I could see them, but I always thought random bad crap happened to good people, and there was no way there was a supreme being up there that just let it all happen. Now I find out I was wrong. Not only was I wrong, but this God created a human angel hybrid that’s a complete psychopath with a heart of gold. I mean, I love him to death, but he ain’t all there, especially in his true form. He put me in a tutu because it amused him for crying out loud! Then he goes to this God and fights for my life. God decides he’s made a good point, but I can’t get off that easy. So, I go to the pit for a little while and get brought back by angel. I think I’m home free, but no, my ass is still owned. Just now instead of a demon it’s the psychopath.”

Sam sat beside him and rubbed his back. “Look, I know it’s a lot to take in. Believe me, I’m still trying to wrap my head around it myself, and it didn’t happen to me. But hey, at least the psychopath does have a heart of gold. On the other side he might make you dress up and play tea party to entertain him, but we know he really won’t hurt you.”

“God, don’t give him ideas,” Dean groaned. “I love the person that he is while inside that body and clueless, but when he’s completely himself he really does scare me a little. Man, I wanna find the fountain of youth and live forever now. I don’t wanna die and find out what it means to be his bitch.”

Natalie sat on his other side and took his hand. “Sweetie, calm down. Don’t make yourself hysterical. I mean, I haven’t met the real him, but from what Sam has told me, he doesn’t seem all that bad. I have to admit, when Sam told me about the tutu I laughed. And really, if that’s the worst thing he does to you… Also, when you asked him to change you back he did.”

“True,” Dean nodded. “And I suppose tea parties, as much as it would really fucking suck, is better than whatever went on in the pit. One thing I’m really having trouble with is this God concept. I mean, people are suffering and getting torn to shreds down here and he just lets it happen? Is this God a giant dick that gets off on suffering?”

“No, he sends things like Astiratu to beat the crap out of the bad stuff,” Sam said. “If He was a giant dick he wouldn’t have made the good stuff a lot stronger than the bad. Dean, Astiratu saved my life. He didn’t have to, but he did because he cares. Just a wave of his hand and that crocatta was suddenly splattered all over the room.”

Natalie took a sip of her tea and set the cup down. “You know, if it helps put things into prospective, I did have an interesting conversation with Liam last night.”

“When?” Dean asked.

“Around two in the morning. I suddenly couldn’t sleep, and he felt like a midnight snack. Anyway, I asked him the very question you’re asking right now. I was curious myself actually, and I figured Astiratu is in there and comes through on occasion, so why not poke him a little.”

“What did he say?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Balance. If everything was good all the time then it wouldn’t be good, it would be normal. There would be no warm and fuzzy feelings, no little things to appreciate. Good things would be expected and not enjoyed. Without suffering there can be no joy. When we gave him those Christmas presents we did overload him with happiness. He said if his childhood had never happened then those gifts we gave him would’ve just been tossed aside as junk and meant nothing. But he thinks fondly of Sam every time he uses that tea maker. When you weren’t around he slept with that teddy bear, and that pillow sits on the dresser where he can see it every morning when he wakes up. He cherishes them because they do mean something.”

Dean shook his head. “The guy really does make a good point when he cares to open his mouth, doesn’t he?”

“He does,” Sam agreed. “If our lives had been sunshine the whole time we wouldn’t appreciate what we’ve got now as much as we do. Evil and bad things exist for balance, and things like Astiratu keep it in check. Maybe God knew what He was doing after all.”

“Maybe,” Dean sighed. “But why does good have to come with a side of bat shit crazy?”

“To keep life interesting,” Sam chuckled. “Dean, that tutu was pretty funny. You looked cute.”

“Oh, you shut up!” Dean growled.

“Morning,” Liam came in, his hair wet from his bath. “What’s for breakfast?”

Natalie smiled at him. “I made chocolate chip pancakes with blueberry syrup for you. They’re over there on the counter. Oh, and I hope you don’t mind, but I made myself a cup of your cocoa mint tea to settle my stomach. It’s not happy this morning. Gosh, I can’t remember the last time it was happy in the morning.”

“Sorry,” Sam frowned.

Natalie shot him a look. “It sucks, but I’ll live.”

“Why would I mind if you take some tea?” Liam shrugged as he sat down with his pancakes. “I don’t mind sharing. I live in your house and eat your food. I have no room to get upset about a cup of tea. Hell, if it helps your stomach it’s yours.”

“Thanks, sweetie,” she moved to kiss his cheek and put her cup in the sink.

Dean’s phone rang and he looked to see who it was. “Huh, it’s a little early for Bobby to call. Yeah?” he answered.

He hung up a few minutes later. “What did Bobby want?” Sam asked.

“You know how he was looking into angel lore for us? Well, he tried calling this hunter friend, Olivia Lowry, and she ain’t picking up. He wants us to meet him at her place to check up on her because he’s been trying to get a hold of her for three days now, and I guess that’s really unlike her.”

“Okay,” Sam nodded. “If Bobby thinks he might need help, then let’s go.”

As usual they finished eating and started packing. Sam said goodbye to Natalie and got in the car. “You got the address?”

“Yep,” Dean nodded. “Let’s roll,”

When they arrived Bobby was outside looking shaken up. “Bobby, what’s wrong?” Sam asked, looking worried.

Bobby pointed to the open door. The three headed inside and saw what had Bobby so upset. Olivia was on the floor behind a salt line covered in blood. Dean picked up a little contraption lying next to her. “Olivia was rocking the EMF meter.”

“Must’ve been spirit activity,” Sam nodded.

“Yeah, on steroids,” Dean shook his head. “I never seen a ghost do this to a person.”

“I called some hunters nearby,” Bobby came back in. “They ain't answering their phones either.”

“Looks like something is targeting hunters,” Liam looked around, his eyes wide with fear.

“You think?” Bobby shot him a look.

They decided to split up and check on hunters they knew. Every single one of them was dead, and had the same signs of some serious spirit activity. Bobby told the boys to get their butts back to his place so they could figure it out. Late that night Sam pulled into a gas station while Dean and Liam were sleeping. He pumped the gas then headed into the restroom.

Liam woke up a few minutes later and followed with a shot gun. He entered the restroom to see Henriksen standing over Sam. He fired and the spirit disappeared. Then he leaned down to help Sam up. “Your gut?” Sam asked.

“Yep,” Liam nodded.

He turned around to see a red headed pale man staring at him. “You killed me!” the man growled, pointing an accusatory finger at Liam.

Liam froze and backed up. “Dude, I didn’t want to!” he shouted. “You wouldn’t leave me alone. It was that or die myself.”

“Well, you’re gonna die now!”

The spirit charged, but another shot rang out. This time it was Dean to the rescue. “Who was that?” he asked.

“The first hunter I ever killed,” Liam sighed.

“Okay, so now spirits are after us,” Dean said as he got into the car.

“Yeah, spirits of people who were killed because of us,” Sam sighed heavily.

“Sam, don’t think like that,” Dean shot him a look. “Look, we try, but we just can’t save everybody. Nobody can. I don’t know what the hell is happening here, but we will figure it out.”

When they arrived at Bobby’s they couldn’t find him. “Let’s split up,” Dean suggested. “But be very careful.”

Liam searched all around downstairs and found nothing. Then he went upstairs looking for Dean and found him with a woman who just kicked him the stomach while he was lying on the ground. Liam shot and she disappeared. “Thanks for that,” Dean said as he picked himself up.

“No problem.”

Sam came back with Bobby and they hit the books. “So, they're all people we know?” Sam asked.

“Not just know. People we couldn't save,” Dean answered. “Hey, I saw something on Meg. Did she have a tattoo when she was alive? It was like a mark on her hand, almost like a brand.”

“I saw a mark, too, on Henriksen,” Sam nodded.

“What did it look like?” Bobby perked up a little.

Sam grabbed a piece of paper and started sketching from memory. He held it up for Dean. “That's it,” Dean nodded.

“I may have seen this before,” Bobby said as he took a look at it. “We got to move.”

“Okay, where are we going?” Sam asked.

“Some place safe, you idiot,” Bobby answered as he picked up some books and led them to the basement. He opened a heavy iron door and ushered them into a small room with iron walls covered in pentagrams and devil’s traps. “Solid iron. Completely coated in salt. One hundred percent ghost proof.” Bobby said as he shut the door behind him.

“You built a panic room?” Sam looked impressed.

“I had a weekend off,” Bobby shrugged.

“Bobby, you’re awesome,” Dean smiled.

While Sam and Dean busied themselves loading weapons with salt rounds, Liam and Bobby searched through books. “Found it, but can’t read it,” Bobby grumbled. Then he turned to Liam and grabbed a shot gun, advancing on him. “Bobby,” Liam looked a little scared. “What are you-?”

Bobby whacked him hard in the head with the butt of the shot gun, knocking him out. “Bobby, what the hell?” Dean shouted.

“Sorry, but either of you know how to bring Astiratu out to play?”

“You could’ve tried asking nicely,” Astiratu appeared leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

“Do you know what this language is?” Bobby pointed to the open book on the table.

Astiratu moved over to the table and looked down at it. “It’s Aramaic.”

“Can you read it?”

“It was only the primary language spoken back when I was created, so uh, yeah.”

“Translate… please...”

Astiratu sighed while he read. “It’s the Mark of the Witness.”

“Witness? Witness to what?” Sam asked.

“The unnatural. None of them died what you'd call ordinary deaths. See, these ghosts, they were forced to rise. They woke up in agony. They are like rabid dogs. It isn’t their fault. Someone rose them on purpose.”

“Who?” Sam furrowed his eyebrows.

Astiratu tilted his head. “What, you think you can just pop a quarter in me and get any answer you want? It doesn’t work like that. I don’t know. But whoever it was used a spell so powerful it left a mark, a brand on their souls. Whoever did this had big plans. It's called ‘the rising of the witnesses’. It figures into an ancient prophecy.”

“What book is that prophecy from?” Dean demanded.

“This right here,” Astiratu patted the book on the table, “is the original non prettied up version of Revelations, sweetheart.”

“Whoa...” Dean held up a hand. “So, you’re telling me that the thing about the coming apocalypse that Castiel joker mentioned, that’s true?”

Astiratu shrugged. “Afraid so. Look, what humans are too stupid to get is that the apocalypse is not the end of the world. It’s a giant shake up where evil tries to take control. I’ve been through a few of these before, and going after the people who can maybe stop it is how it always starts.”

“You’ve been through this before?” Dean took a step toward him.

“Yes. Someone is trying to break Lucifer out of his cage again.”

“Lucifer?” Dean’s eyes widened. “The devil is real too?”

“Very. An Archangel made to create balance. I’ve already had that conversation with Natalie, and I really don’t care to repeat myself, so ask her. But all that crap about he was tossed out of heaven because he wouldn’t bow to man, that’s just a bedtime story told to make humans feel special. Personally, I think he’s a whiny little piss ant with no common sense. He couldn’t be bothered to follow Daddy’s rules, so Daddy locked him in a cage with sixty six seals. What’s happening right now is the first seal being broken.”

“Well then,” Dean sighed shaking his head. “Since you’re here why don’t you go take care of our friends for us?”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Well, more like not allowed.”

“Great!” Dean threw his hands up. “Evil can do what it wants, and good is not allowed to save itself. Tell me why I should get behind this God thing again?”

“Nobody is allowed to destroy a human soul, cupcake. You lot are Daddy’s pet project after all. Now, a soul getting tortured in the pit and turned into a demon, which I am allowed to kill until I turn blue if I want, that’s free will. Daddy is a huge proponent of free will. But those human souls wandering around up there, I can’t touch them if I want to continue existing. I don’t know about you, but I happen to like existing.”

“Is there anything you can do for us?” Sam asked.

“Yes. I can translate the spell that will put the spirits back to rest and offer some form of protection if you can guarantee the safety of my vessel. I’ve been in it a very long time, and have grown quite fond of it.”

“If we leave it in here it should be fine,” Bobby said.

“Alright then.”

Astiratu took a scrap of paper and began writing everything down. Bobby watched over his shoulder. “We’re in luck, I’m pretty sure I already have everything we need.”

“Stay close,” Astiratu instructed as they gathered everything up and prepared to leave the room. “I do have my limits.”

As soon as they left the panic room a translucent teal bubble surrounded them. The ghost of Ronald tried to attack them when they headed up the stairs, but the bubble stopped him like a wall and he disappeared. “Since we need an open fire we need to go to the fireplace in the library,” Bobby said.

As soon as they got up there Bobby started preparing and Sam built a fire. “Upstairs, linen closet, red hex box. It'll be heavy.” Bobby instructed Sam.

“Got it,” Sam nodded and headed to fetch it.

Bobby turned to Dean. “Kitchen. Cutlery drawer. It's got a false bottom. Hemlock, opium, wormwood.”

Dean nodded and headed for the kitchen. Bobby started drawing on the desk with chalk while trying to ignore the two little girls who appeared outside the bubble. “Bobby. You walked right by us while that monster ate us all up,” one girl said.

“You could have saved us,” the other girl looked sad.

“Ignore them,” Astiratu intructed.

Henriksen appeared by Dean in the kitchen. “Keep protecting Bobby!” Dean shouted. Astiratu could only watch while the spirit stuck his hand inside Dean’s chest and gripped his heart.

A shot rang out and Henriksen disappeared while Sam stepped into the room. “You okay?” he knelt down to check on his brother.

“No,” Dean answered as Sam helped him up.

They ran back toward the library and into the protective bubble. Bobby gathered the ingredients in a bowl and started chanting. Suddenly they were surrounded by spirits glaring at them. A strong wind kicked up blowing things everywhere. The spirits tried desperately to get at them, but couldn’t. Bobby finished the incantation and threw the contents of the bowl into the fire. The flames turned blue for a minute, then all was quiet.

The bubble disappeared and Astiratu took a deep breath. Then he wrote something else down and gave it to Bobby. “A summoning spell, you know, so you don’t have to give my vessel brain damage… Call me if you need anything else translated, or maybe if you feel up to learning Aramaic yourself.”

With that Astiratu was gone. Minutes later Liam came staggering in holding the top of his head. “Bobby, why did you that?”

“Sorry, the stress of everything I guess,” Bobby answered. “But don’t worry, it’s over now.”

“You okay, Babe?” Dean wrapped an arm around him.

“My head really hurts, but otherwise I’m fine.”

Dean kissed his forehead. “I’ll go get you some ibuprofen and a glass of water, okay?”

Liam nodded and sat in a ratty old chair. Bobby looked up at the clock. “It’s late enough you boys might as well stay here tonight. I’ll get dinner started.”

“Okay,” Sam nodded. “I’ll just go call Natalie and let her know we’re all okay so she doesn’t worry.”

Dean and Liam went upstairs to sleep in the spare bedroom. Sometime during the night Dean’s eyes opened and he saw Castiel standing at the foot of the bed. “Excellent job with the witnesses.”

“You were hip to all this?” Dean sat up.

“I was made aware,” Castiel nodded.

“Well, thanks a lot for the angelic assistance. You know, I almost got my heart ripped out of my chest.”

“But you didn't. You had Astiratu, God’s big stick as your friend put it.”

“So, was Astiratu was right about the witnesses? Is this is some kind of a sign of an apocalypse?”

“That's why we're here. Big things afoot.”

“And Lucifer and those seals?”

“Those seals are being broken by Lilith.”

“She did the spell” She rose the witnesses?”

“Yes, and not just here. Twenty other hunters are dead.”

“Of course. She picked victims that the hunters couldn't save so that they would barrel right after us. Well, we put those spirits back to rest.”

“It doesn't matter. The seal was broken.”

“Is Lucifer really all that big and bad? I mean, Astiratu called him a whiny a little piss ant that just couldn’t follow the rules.”

Castiel chuckled. “Yes, he would say that, wouldn’t he? It’s true, while Lucifer was still free Astiratu did enjoy being a bit of a bully toward him. But that is Astiratu. Why do you think we're here walking among you now for the first time in two thousand years?”

“Well, bang up job so far. Stellar work with the witnesses. That's nice.”

“We tried. There are other battles, other seals. Some we'll win, some we'll lose. This one we lost. Our numbers are not unlimited. Six of my brothers died in the field this week. You think the armies of heaven should just follow you around? There's a bigger picture here. You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of hell. I was the only angel willing to take on this assignment. Astiratu is a tornado of chaos, but I was able to get into his good graces. I don’t mind him as much as the others. Enjoy him while you can.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Dean looked over to Liam’s sleeping form. “Is something going to happen to him?”

Castiel was quiet a moment. “I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but if Lucifer does get free, he’ll need a vessel. Right now there is only one reinforced vessel on earth strong enough to hold him.”

“Liam?” Dean swallowed hard. “But Astiratu is stronger, and...”

“Yes, in the etherial realm Astiratu could eat Lucifer alive. Here in the earthly realm in that body, not so much. Astiratu is not someone most want to be in the same room with, let alone the same body, but if Lucifer wishes to come to earth, he won’t have much of a choice.”

Dean looked back to Liam. “Well, Lucifer can’t fucking have him.” When he turned back Castiel was gone.
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