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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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The four of them sat outside a little cafe eating when Kevin brought up wanting to go see his mother. Dean shot him a funny look. “Are you kidding me? You're kidding me.”

“What? Is it too much to ask if we can swing by and check on my mom?”

“Swing by? It's a day's drive in the opposite direction. You know that, right?”

“Yes. I understand we're in a hurry.”

“Okay, well, then, what's the problem?”

“Channing's broken neck is my problem! As in I'd rather not see my mom twisted into a corkscrew.”

“Kid's got a point, Dean,” Sam pointed out.

Dean shot his brother a look. “Stay out of this. Kevin, your mom is fine.”

“How can you possibly know that?”

“Because Crowley needs her to be, okay? In fact, he's probably got the place stacked with bodyguards right now, protecting her so that when you do show up, they'll pounce on you both.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“She's bait, man, plain and simple. And you want to swim right up and bite the hook? Look, we have got Crowley by the short and curlies, okay? All we need to do is find the tablet, whip up the spell, and boom! Sunshine and sandy beaches.”

“Dean, my mom's all alone. She's surrounded by demons. Can you really not understand why I want to make sure she's okay?”

Liam sighed and touched Dean’s arm. “I may not be the person to talk about parent issues, but if it were my brother I’d be right where he is now. I mean, as long as we’re smart about it...”

“Son of a bitch,” Dean growled and threw his hands in the air. “Fine. Let's go.”

They got into the car and drove all the way to Neighbor, Michigan. They parked across the street from the house and Sam looked in the window with binoculars. “Tiger mom, nine o'clock.”

Kevin grabbed the binoculars to see for himself. “Where?”

“Left window.”

“She seems okay. Sad, but okay.”

“Check out the mailman,” Dean motioned to him.

Kevin turned to look at him. “Yeah, that's Carl. So what?”

“Yeah, well, Carl's filled your mom's mailbox three times since we've been sitting here.”

“He's a demon?” Kevin looked a little worried.

“And see the gardener? Think that plant needs any more water?”

“On it,” Liam got out of the car disappeared.

“Where’d he go?” Kevin looked around.

Dean chuckled. “He does that. Sometimes I think he’s got the power to turn invisible and just didn’t tell us.”

Several minutes later Liam appeared in front of the house and gave them a thumbs up. They got out of the car and went up to the door. Kevin knocked on the door and his mother answered with wide eyes. “Hi, Mom.”

“Oh! Kevin!”

Dean threw holy water on her. “Ah! Oh! What...” she spluttered.

“She’s clean.”

Sam sniffed the air. “You smell that?”

Sam and Liam went to investigate and found black smoke flying out of a woman’s mouth. “Not so fast, bitch,” Liam held out a hand and concentrated until the black smoke burst into flames and the woman collapsed. “Got it that time,” he looked pleased with himself.

“What was that?” Kevin’s mom was standing behind him looking bewildered.

“That was, um, me killing a demon.”

They took her to the living room and sat her down to explain things. “And Crowley is the one who kidnapped you?” Mrs. Tran looked to her son.

Kevin nodded. “Yeah. He needs me to translate his stupid tablet so he can take over the universe or something.”

“Which is why we need to get it so that we can slam the gates of hell forever with Crowley inside,” Dean explained.

Mrs. Tran looked her son over. “Prophet of the Lord, huh? It does have a nice ring to it. I'll get packed.”

Dean stood when she did. “We're gonna need a safe house since Crowley's been to the cabin, so...”

Mrs. Tran gave him a funny look. “Safe house? I thought we were going to get the tablet.”

“Uh, we are,” Dean motioned to the four of them. “You're taking a trip to a demon free zone.”

“And risk letting Kevin fall into the hands of this Crowley again? I don't think so.”

Sam looked to her. “Ms. Tran, all due respect, Dean's right. Crowley, he's not just a killer. He trades in torment. And if he can find a way to separate your soul from you, he'll take that soul to hell and roast it till there's nothing left but black smoke. Look, it's best if you let us handle this.”

Mrs. Tran crossed her arms. “I understand. But it's not my soul I'm worried about. It's my son's”

Dean turned to Kevin. “Kevin, you want to back us up here? Came all the way down here to pull her out of the fire, and now she wants to jump right back in.”

Kevin gave a little shrug. “Like I can tell her what to do?”

Dean sighed. “Alright. Coming with us has conditions, uh, hex bags to stay off the bad guys' radar and, uh, you're gonna have to get inked up.”

Kevin blinked. “Do what, now?”

Sam pulled his shirt down to reveal his anti-possession tattoo. “Yeah, uh... You, too, shortstop. Keeps the demons out.”

Mrs. Tran nodded. “Fine.”

“Really?” Dean looked surprised.

“What, like it's my first tattoo?”

The first thing they did was find a reputable tattoo parlor. Mother and son sat side by side while artists worked on their arms. Mrs. Tran seemed fine while Kevin seemed to struggle with the pain.

Kevin led them to a bus station. He and his mom sat on a bench while Sam, Dean, and Liam walked around looking for anything suspicious. “So, place is clean, far as I can tell.” Sam said when they met back up.

Kevin handed Dean the key to a locker. “Alright. Positive thoughts.” He opened the locker and pulled out a bag. “You hid the Word of God in a diaper bag?”

“No.”

Liam sighed. “Dude, you really suck at hiding important stuff.”

Sam and Dean changed into suits and flagged a guard to try and gather information. “Been nothing but trouble with these lockers. Got broke into damn near every day for a while. Could never figure out who it was till yesterday.”

“Oh, so you know who did it?” Sam asked.

“Sure. Was Clem Smedley, a guy who worked the desk before me.”

“Please tell me he's down at County right now,” Dean looked at the guard.

“Yep, waiting for arraignment.”

“Thanks,” Sam gave him a small smile.

They went down to the police station and got Clem Smedley into an interview room. “Should have known they'd plant a LoJack in one of them bags. Sharp guy, that Jerry. He'll be a fine replacement for me.”

Sam nodded. “Right. Well, in one of those lockers there was a tablet. Do you know where it is?”

“Can I even acknowledge that without my lawyer here?”

“Uh, look, I'm sure we can work out a little, uh, something-something with the locals if you just cooperate.”

“What kind of something-something?”

“Leniency?”

“So, here's what I'm thinking, full immunity from all charges both past, present, and future.”

Liam laughed. “You really think that is gonna fly?”

Dean got a far away look in his eye as he removed his tie. He wrapped it around Clem’s neck and yanked him up and slammed him against the wall. Then he held a knife to the guy’s throat. “Dean!” Sam called out with a worried expression.

Clem swallowed hard. “Pawn shop, First and Main.”

Liam put a hand on Dean’s arm. “Okay, just let the idiot go,” he said in a soothing tone.

Dean took a deep breath and stepped back. They left and went looking for the pawn shop, parking behind a bright red Ferrari. They walked inside where a guy was behind a counter. “Hello, Sir, FBI,” Sam said as they held up their badges. “Uh, we're looking for a tablet.”

“Got some hieroglyphic crap on it,” Dean looked around.

“Sold to you by a thief named Clem. Ring a bell?” Sam asked.

“Nope,” the guy barely looked at them.

Dean read his name tag. “Hey, Lyle, I've had a really, really bad day today, so I'm not in the mood to dillydally. If you want to do this the rough way, I am happy to oblige.”

“Sure. We can do it that way, if you want to get famous,” Lyle gestured to a security camera.

“That your car outside?” Mrs. Tran asked.

“What's it to you, mail order?”

“I got it. I notice you're driving with expired tags, maybe because you just acquired it in a trade, and I'm guessing that means you haven't registered it yet, which means you haven't paid the tax. Is that correct?”

Lyle frowned. “None of your business.”

“Kevin, average blue book on a 2010 Ferrari F430 Spider?”

“Two hundred seventeen thousand,” Kevin answered.

“And the five percent Wyoming tax?”

“Ten thousand eight hundred fifty,” Sam answered.

Mrs. Tran smirked. “Ten thousand. Something tells me you're the type who might balk at a tax bill that big.”

Lyle swallowed hard. “What is this, an FBI audit?”

“No. But my brother, who happens to work for the Wyoming tax assessor's office could arrange that if he thought something untoward was happening here. So what's it going to be, the tablet or that piece of Eurotrash crap you call a car?”

Liam snorted. “Oh, you just got grabbed hard by the short ones.”

They were very quickly handed a sale slip which led them to a motel. Sam knocked on room 126. “Sure this is the right place?”

Dean shrugged. “It's what the pawn slip says.”

“Kevin?” a dapper looking man with a cane came up behind them.

“Who wants to know?” Dean took a step forward.

“Oh, relax, Dean. I'm not going to steal your Prophet. Ah. And you must be Kevin's mother. Um... Beau. And it is my absolute pleasure,” he grabbed Mrs. Tran’s hand and kissed it. “And, um, Kevin. Imagine my luck. Here I was, working so hard looking for you that I never stopped to think you might be looking for me. I have something for you.” He held up an envelope with Kevin’s name. “An invitation, dear man, to a very exclusive auction.”

“Let me guess, where you'll be selling the tablet?” Dean looked at Beau.

“Well, when we acquire an item as hot as the Word of God, it's smart to unload it as fast as possible. And we are in such desperate need of a headliner for tonight's gala.”

“Well, I hope you have four extra tickets to your little eBay party, because the Prophet's with us.”

“Oh, if you're worried about the safety of the Prophet, rest assured that we have a strict no casting, no cursing, no supernaturally flicking the two of you against the wall just for the fun of it policy.”

“Is that right? How'd you manage that?” Sam asked.

“Well, I am the right hand of a god, after all, Plutus, specifically. It's the God of greed. And my liege has warded these premises against hell, heaven, and beyond, quite necessary with some of the players we see. And incidentally, quite possibly the safest place your precious Prophet could be. Well, since time is of the essence, perhaps I'll just go ahead and add a plus four to the Prophet's invitation. Copacetic?”

Beau tossed the envelope and disappeared. Dean sighed. “Well, thank you, Mr. Peanut! Alright. What do we have to bid?”

Sam looked at Dean like he was crazy. “We’ve got a little cash, and I’ve got Natalie’s credit card, which she would probably murder me for putting too much on, even for this. Wait a second. These auctions, they display the items to the bidders beforehand, right?”

“Yeah, so?” Dean looked to his brother.

“So all we got to do is get Kevin close enough to memorize the spell.”

Dean turned to Kevin. “What do you think, brainiac? Think you can swing it?”

Mrs. Tran nodded. “Of course he can swing it.”

The headed to an abandoned warehouse that night and had to walk through a metal detector. All the items were displayed in glass cases. Dean looked around. “How the hell are we supposed to know who's who?”

Sam gave a little snort. “It's pretty simple, Dean. They're all monsters.”

They found the tablet, but there was a metal plate in front of it so it couldn’t be read. “Super,” Liam sighed.

Kevin’s shoulders dropped. “I guess we're not as original as we thought.”

“It's okay. We just got to come up with a plan B,” Sam said.

Crowley walked up to them. “And what, pray tell, could possibly have been plan A? Bring the Prophet to the most dangerous place on Earth, memorize the tablet, and then vamoose? Hello, boys. Kevin. What a pleasure to see you. Sorry about your little play date. Her name? Ah. Well, if you're gonna make an omelet, sometimes you have to break some spines. And who is this lovely young thing? Must be your sister.”

Mrs. Tran punched Crowley. “Stay away from my son!”

“Charming. Defiling her corpse has just made number one on my to do list,” Dean stepped forward, but Liam grabbed him. “Don't mind a little love tap, but anything more and our mookie pals here may just throw you out, and that would be a shame.”

Sam sighed. “He's right, Dean. It's not worth it.”

A bald man came in the room. “Ah. Here comes our host,” Crowley smiled.

“Honored guests, please take your seats,” a man’s voice echoed through the room.

“Good luck with the bidding,” Crowley moved to take a seat.

A young man in a fast food uniform approached them. “Dean Winchester?”

“Do I know you?”

“Uh, no, but, uh, I knew Castiel.”

“You're an angel?”

“This was the nearest vessel on short notice. We don't usually come to things like this, but, uh...”

“You're chasing the magic rock?”

“We protect the word of God.”

“Well, awesome job so far, uh, Alfie,” Dean read the name tag.

“Actually, my name is Samandiriel.”

“Let's just stick with Alfie.”

“I wanted to ask you about Castiel. What happened to him?”

“Well, me and Cas, we, uh, iced Dick Roman and got a one way rocket ride to Purgatory for our trouble.”

“But you escaped. Did Castiel? You know, there are some in heaven who still believe, despite his mistakes, that Castiel's heart was always in the right place.”

“Are you one of them?”

“I think too much heart was always Castiel's problem.”

Everyone took their seats and Beau stood at the front. “Ladies, gentlemen, and, other, welcome to this once in a lifetime event. The first name in magical and alchemical esoterica. Our prices may be high, but our quality is unmatched, and we stand by our products.”

They all took all their cash and passed it to Dean. Crowley, who sat right behind them, leaned forward. “Don't know why you're so keen on that hunk of dirt. So it tells you how to blast back a few demons? I'll just make more. Can't get rid of all of my black eyed boys, Samantha.”

Sam snorted. “Yeah, we'll see. Alright. So, how much we got for plan B?”

Dean held up the cash. “Uh, well, we got two thousand dollars, and a Costco membership.”

“Our first item, the amulet of Hesperus. Let's start the bidding with, um, three tons of dwarven gold? Ah. This lady. I have three. Do I have, uh, four? Ah. Four, gentlemen here. Four. Going for five. Five? Five to this lady. Do we have an advance on five tons?”

Sam looked to his brother. “Plan C?”

“Big time. I'm gonna use the restroom.” Dean got up and came back a few minutes later. “Plan C tanked.”

Crowley leaned forward again. “Maybe you should try plan D for dumbass.”

“Our next lot, the Word of God, capital G, very old, very rare.”

Crowley stood. “Three billion dollars.”

“Whoa,” Sam and Dean said in unison.

Samandriel stood next. “The Mona Lisa.”

“The real Mona Lisa, where she's topless,” Crowley countered.

“Vatican City.”

“Alaska.”

Beau wrinkled his nose. “Palin and a bridge to nowhere? No, thanks.”

“Alright. The moon.”

Beau shook his head. “Ah. I'm sorry, gentlemen. It seems that our reserve price has not been met. So in order to stimulate the bidding, we're going to add an item to this lot. Kevin Tran, Prophet of the Lord.” Kevin disappeared and reappeared chained up near Plutus. “Mr. Tran is the only person on Earth who can read this tablet, which makes them a perfect matching set. So, do I hear a bid of, um…?”

Liam’s eyes flashed red. “Damn it,” he growled and stood. “The Holy Grail.” All eyes in the room turned to him. “That’s right, you heard correct.”

“Astiratu!” Samandriel shouted. “That is not yours to bid away! You were chosen in confidence to be the guardian!”

Astiratu turned to him. “Yeah, well, really desperate times and so on...”

Beau looked intrigued. “I take it from the angel’s outrage that you do actually possess that particular item?”

“It’s not on my person at the present moment, but I do happen to be the only being in existence who knows where it is and how to get it.” His eyes locked with Kevin in an angry stare. “I’m really good at hiding shit.”

Beau looked to Plutus who seemed a little excited by the idea. Beau looked around the room. “Can anyone top that little treasure?”

“A million souls,” Crowley offered up in desperation.

Plutus laughed. “There are billions of souls, but only one Holy Grail. If pretty boy cannot produce the Grail in twenty four hours I will consider your offer. Congratulations, Astiratu.”

Astiratu sat down and let out a deep sigh. “Can you actually produce the Grail?” Dean asked.

“As it happens, I actually can. You remember that thing I did then kept my mouth shut about to earn that favor I used up on Sam?”

“You hid the Grail,” Sam guessed.

“Bingo. Well, that was part two anyway. Part one will remain my little secret. Part one was how I met Castiel actually. Anyhow, remind me to thank Kevin for this later.”

Dean glared at him. “Are you out of your freaking mind?”

“A little, but you knew that. Look, do you want the stupid Word of God and Kevin or not?”

Dean nodded. “Obviously.”

“Then I have a Grail to go collect.” Astiratu got up to leave.

“I forbid this!” Samandriel got in his way.

“Do you or anyone else in heaven know where it is?” Samandriel said nothing. “Didn’t think so. Figure something out you can bid to get it back.”

Astiratu returned an hour later carrying a very old looking silver men’s ring with a big oval cut ruby. “What is that?” Dean asked. “I thought the Grail was a chalice.”

“That’s just some crap I made up as Merlin to give the knights something to chase after.” He held up the ring. “This I gave to Him as a Passover gift and it never left His finger until the day He was arrested. Jewelry, when worn by a powerful person tends to absorb said power, especially when worn for a long period of time. I am doubly pissed about this because it has sentimental value to me as well. Like I said, it was a gift.”

Astiratu walked up to a table and held the ring out to Plutus. “One Holy Grail, as promised.”

Plutus picked the ring up and held it to the light. “Oh, my… I admit I was doubtful, but this is really it.”

“The tablet and the boy please,” Astiratu huffed.

Kevin appeared holding the tablet. “Thank you,” Kevin gave a grateful smile.

Astiratu glared at him. “You are a piss poor guardian of something so valuable. A bus station locker, seriously? The Holy Grail was, well, never mind where it was, just take stock of the fact that it’s been hidden over two thousand years with no one ever finding it. It was exactly where I left it, and that is how you hide something.”

“I’m sorry, I...”

Sam put a hand on Astiratu’s shoulder. “Believe me, I get the gravity of what you just did, but cut the kid a break. If I had picked up the phone we could’ve helped him hide it.”

They turned to leave and Mrs. Tran held out a hand. “Not so fast, boys,” her eyes turned red and it could be seen that her anti-possession tattoo had been burned off. Sam, Dean, and Astiratu all went flying across the room.

Plutus looked confused and outraged. “No. You can't. My warding spells.”

Crowley turned to him. “Your girl Friday showed me a few loopholes. And all it cost me was an island in the South Pacific. I love a bargain.” Beau stabbed Plutus with a wooden stake from behind. Crowley pulled the stake through and then stabbed a nearby guard. “Can't do all my tricks, but I can do enough.”

“Get out of her!” Kevin shouted.

Crowley chuckled. “If I had a nickel for every time someone screamed that at me...” He picked up the Word of God and looked at Kevin for a moment. “One out of two ain't bad,” he ran from the room and Astiratu got up and chased him.

Astiratu caught Crowley and pinned him against a stone column as the tablet flew and slid across the floor. “Get out of her now, you filthy worm!” A strong electric shock pulsed through Mrs. Tran sending Crowley smoking out.

Kevin ran into the room and knelt by his mother on the ground. Crowley stepped in the room back in his own meat suit. “Well, that was exciting. Good luck closing the gates to hell without this,” he picked up the Word of God from where it came to rest. “Surprising what mommy dearest has rattling around in her head. Want to know who your real father is? Scandalous. I know we're not mates, Kevin, but one word of advice, run. Run far and run fast because the Winchesters, well, they have a habit of using people up and watching them die bloody. Toodles.”

They watched Crowley leave with the tablet. Astiratu held out an open hand and the ring appeared in his palm. “Looks like I’m finding a new hiding spot for you.”

“Can I?” Dean looked at the ring.

“I suppose. Just be careful and don’t smite anybody.”

Dean picked it up and looked at it. “What finger did He wear it on?”

“Right middle.”

Dean slipped it on his right middle finger and admired it. “It looks good on me.” He waved his hand at Sam and Sam went flying into the wall. “Wow, that is awesome! That’s actually kinda fun.”

“And quite enough, give it back,” Astiratu held out his hand.

Dean handed the ring back. Astiratu took it and pressed the ruby to Mrs. Tran’s forehead. She instantly went from catatonic to normal. “What happened?” she asked.

“Nothing good,” Astiratu answered. “I need to go hide this again. I’ll be back.”

Kevin sighed. “I guess without the tablet you don’t need me anymore.”

Dean looked at him. “Actually, seeing as how Astiratu there can also read the tablet, we never really needed you. It gives him a long lasting migraine to do so, but he can read it. Thing is, Crowley needs you to do whatever it is he has planned. That’s why we’ve been trying to protect you, and will continue to do so.”

Astiratu returned a little over three hours later. “Took you long enough,” Dean sighed.”

Astiratu glared. “Not easy setting up a new hiding place. Plus...” He reached into his pocket and pulled out some light blue stone jewelry. “Larimer, very powerful and rare stone. It’ll protect you.” He took two bracelets with cylindrical larimer stones joined together and put one on both Kevin’s and Mrs. Tran’s wrists. Then he pulled out a fairly large larimer stone and handed it to Mrs. Tran. “This should sit by the door of wherever we put you.” He blinked again and looked around. “What happened?”

Dean put a hand on his shoulder. “No time to explain. We gotta go.”

They all piled in the car and drove all the way back to Memphis. They sat in the car for a minute and Sam looked back at the Trans. “Before we go in, my son, he’s three. I’m sure you remember, Mrs. Tran, at that age kids ask a lot of questions. John is no exception to that, but we don’t want him to know about demons and monsters until he’s older. So, please, if you can’t answer a question honestly without spilling the beans, make something up.”

“I understand about wanting to protect your child,” Mrs. Tran nodded.

They went inside and John came running. “Daddy!”

Sam picked him up and hugged and kissed him. “Hey, you! I missed you.”

Natalie came out holding Nathan. “Hey, soldier,” she smiled.

Sam looked surprised. “You still have Nathan.”

Natalie shrugged. “Yeah, well, besides not wanting to deal with that bitch Becky, I thought you might like to see him when you got back. Becky hasn’t called to complain, so she hasn’t noticed or she doesn’t care.”

“Of course I want to see him,” Sam took the boy and hugged him. “But um, can I talk to you in the kitchen?”

“Sure.”

Sam set Nathan down and followed his wife to the kitchen. “I need to ask another favor,” he said when they were alone. “Kevin and Mrs. Tran, they need to stay here for the night at least, and then I need you to get them an apartment. It doesn’t have to be here, anywhere you want. They just need to be kept safe.”

Natalie sighed. “When you work you sure do ask for a lot of tall orders.”

“I know,” Sam frowned. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “And you always come through because you are amazing. Please don’t think we’re not appreciative. I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

“You’d be in a lot of trouble,” she smiled up at him. “So, you’re lucky I love you. I’ll do it, but tonight when we go to bed you’re giving me a foot massage.”

Sam kissed her. “I’d do that anyway if you asked. I love you very much you know.” He put a hand on her belly and smiled. “And even though we were trying to not add anymore kids to this crazy mess...”

They went back out to the sitting room where Mrs. Tran was playing with Nathan. Natalie turned to Liam. “Liam, sweetie, would you set up the air mattress in the library so Kevin and Mrs. Tran have some place to sleep until I find them a place?”

“Sure,” Liam got up to do that.

Natalie then turned to her guests. “Sorry about the primitive accommodations. It’s just that, well...”

“You have limited space and your hands full,” Mrs. Tran observed. “Two young children, and another on the way.”

“Yeah,” Natalie nodded and rubbed her belly. “It keeps things interesting.”
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