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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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Dean was in the kitchen with Natalie helping to clean up breakfast. “So, you boys are leaving me again for a while,” she said as she started the dishwasher.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Wish we could stay longer, but welcome to our crazy lives.”

She let out a little sigh. “It seems like you three never catch a break. If it’s not one catastrophe threatening the planet it’s another.”

“Tell me about it. Um, I know things are a little strained between you and Sam because of all of this, and I know things can’t be fixed in two days, but is everything at least a little better?”

“A little. Sam and I had a long talk. We still love each other, things are just crazy for us both. You guys are hardly ever here, and three young kids demand a lot of my time. And when you are here Sam spends as much of that time as he can with the kids. I don’t blame him for that, I just feel a little ignored and taken for granted I guess.”

“Well, just so you know, we really do appreciate everything you do for us. You’ve given us a home, you give us money, you’re the real angel. But uh, I do have one more thing to ask of you.”

“Oh, and what’s that?”

“A little while ago Liam asked me to marry him. I said yes.”

Natalie grinned. “That’s wonderful! What do you need from me though?”

“Wedding planning. Like we were just discussing, life is chaos for us. With all the shit happening now, we can’t sit down and plan something like that. I mean, if it were up to me, we’d find a state where it’s legal, go to the courthouse, and sign the paperwork. However, the main reason I said yes in the first place is to make him happy. I’m thrilled with the way things are now, but if this is what he wants… I just want him to be as happy as possible.”

Natalie nodded. “Okay. I’ll go talk to him to get an idea of what he wants then. You sure you don’t have any opinion on anything?”

“If he’s happy, I’m happy. Just… nothing too over the top, okay?”

They headed out to the bunker and stopped at a little park along the way to eat and stretch their legs. Liam was on top of a picnic table with a bottle of water when Dean came over to him shaking his head. “Carbonated flavored water. What won’t they come up with?”

“I like the bubbles, and you said you wanted me to hydrate. And apparently you hired Natalie as our wedding planner.”

“Yeah, well, not like we’re going to be able to take time out to do it. I wish, but when has life ever been that simple for us?”

“Never that I can remember. Honestly, I thought maybe you would back out considering.”

“No,” Dean shook his head. “If it’s something you still want, then I want you to have it.”

Sam came over to sit with them. “So, what, Cas is human now?” he continued their conversation from the car.

“I guess,” Dean nodded. “I mean, he's got no Grace, no wings, no... harp, whatever the hell else he had.”

“Okay. Where'd he crash land?”

“Called me from a pay phone from Longmont, Colorado. I told him just to make for the bunker.”

“Well, you think he can handle a road trip like that?”

“Well, Cas is a big boy. Things go Breaking Bad, he knows our number. Right now we got bigger worries.”

“The fallen angels?”

“Yeah. I mean, thanks to Metatron, we now have a couple of thousand confused loose nukes walking around down here.”

“What do you think they're gonna do?”

“I got no damn clue.”

“What about Crowley? You, uh...” Sam drew his finger across his throat.

“I would've loved nothing better than to ice that limey bitch. But then I thought to myself, what would Sam Winchester do?”

“I'd've stabbed him in the brain.”

“Oh. Well, I figured the King of Hell might know a few things, so why not Zero Dark Thirty his ass?”

They got off the table and headed back to the car. “Wait, so Crowley is alive?”

Dean opened the trunk to reveal the demon still trussed up. “Oh yeah. He's the junk in my trunk.”

“All this time?” Sam seemed a little surprised.

Dean shrugged. “He’s not going anywhere any time soon.” He slammed the lid closed and got back into the car. “I hear you and Natalie talked.”

“Yeah, we uh, we’re taking a little break to sort some things out. Don’t worry, she’s not kicking us out in the cold or anything.”

“That’s not really what I was worried about. I mean, her financial backing is really awesome and all, but without it we’d just go back to surviving how we were. My concern is you and those kids.”

Sam sighed and leaned back in the seat. “Well, things have just gone a little sideways. Jumping into those trials without more information, that made her mad. Me being home less, the chaos with all the kids… She’s not asking for anything drastic, just a breather so we can both think. We can still go home so I can see the kids and everything. I’m hopeful that things will work out.”

“Good,” Dean nodded. “I know she makes you happy, just like Liam back there makes me happy. But yeah, a third kid, I could tell that put a strain on things.”

They made it to the bunker and went inside. An arrow came flying in Dean’s direction and stuck into the railing by him. “The hell?”

Kevin came out from behind his barricade of a flipped over table holding a crossbow. “Dean? You're alive!”

“Yeah, because you're a crappy shot, Katniss.”

“Sorry. It's been a bad couple of days. I haven't slept, or eaten, I...I'm pretty backed up.”

“Okay, overshare.”

“After we talked, this place went nuts, alright? There was some alarm, and all the machines were freaking out, and the bunker just locked down! I couldn't open the door, my cellphone stopped working, I thought the world was ending!”

“Close. The angels fell.”

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing good,” Dean took the crossbow away from Kevin. “Listen, next time the world's ending, grab a gun.”

“You sure about that?” Liam gave him a funny look. “He could’ve just shot you.”

“Good point.” Dean took out his phone. “I got service.”

Kevin pushed some buttons and the machines came back to life. “It's back online. Maybe when you opened the door from the outside door, it reset the system.”

“Yeah, okay, let's go with that.”

Sam came in leading Crowley who had a black bag over his head and earmuffs on. “Hey. All good?”

“Is it ever. Come on,” Dean motioned to his brother.

They took Crowley down to the dungeon they had discovered and chained him up to a chair inside the giant devil’s trap. They took everything off of him and Dean peeled the tape off his mouth. “Hello,” Crowley grinned at them.

Dean punched him. “Never get tired of doing that.”

Crowley looked around the room. “Homey. Where did you get this fantastic little tree house?”

Sam stood over him. “Alright, here's how it's gonna go. You're giving us the name of every demon on earth, and the people they're possessing.”

“Am I? Doesn't sound like me.”

“I saw you break down, Crowley. When I was trying to cure you, I know a part of you was human again, maybe still is.”

“Blah blah, boohoo. Done? Good. Because this is what I know. I'm not giving you anything. Why would I? You have no leverage, darlings. You're not gonna close the gates of hell, because you didn't, you're not gonna kill me, because you haven't. So what's left?”

“We have a few ideas.” Dean smirked.

“Torture. Brilliant. Can't wait to see Sam in stilettos and a leather bustier, really putting the S-A-M into S&M. Honestly, boys. What are you gonna do to me that I don't do to myself just for kicks every Friday night?”

It was Liam’s turn to smirk. “You haven’t seen any of my new tricks yet.”

“You have new tricks?” Dean looked surprised.

Liam shrugged. “Like I’ve told you, stuff pops into my head at the right moment. Like this,” he waved a hand in front of Crowley’s face.

The demon’s eyes went wide and suddenly started darting around. “What the bloody hell?”

“I redecorated, in your head anyway. Lots and lots of adorable pink bunnies, and super pretty rainbows. Enjoy.”

“You think a change of scenery is going to break me?”

“I can see in your eyes just how much you’re loving all the cuteness. But if it really doesn’t bother you...” Liam shrugged and motioned for the guys to follow him out, closing the door.

When they came out Kevin came up to them looking freaked. “What's Crowley doing here?! Why isn't he dead? Why aren't you stabbing him right now?”

“Alright, alright, chill out, Kevin, okay? We need him.”

“What?”

Sam put a hand on Kevin’s arm. “Kevin, look. If we can get Crowley to give us the name of every demon he's got topside, we can hunt them down. All of them.”

“He will break, okay,” Dean assured him. “When he does, we'll hold him down while you knife him. Then we all go out for ice cream and strippers.”

“Just stay away from him, alright?” Sam added.

“So now what?” Kevin looked at them.

Dean sighed. “I gotta make some phone calls. You need to hit the Angel tablet, see if you can find anything on the spell that Metatron used to empty out Heaven.”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, maybe we can reverse it before the God Squad does too much damage.”

“Yeah, if we're lucky. Alright, check the net for anything out of place,” Dean said to Liam.

“Found something!” Liam called out from behind the laptop after a while.

“Yeah?” Dean asked as he put down the phone.

“Mass murder on a bus. That weird enough for you?”

They got out of the car at the scene and Sam wrinkled his nose. “Oh, god. This place reeks of sulfur.”

Dean nodded. “Between the stink, with the freak thunderstorms, and every cow dead within three miles, I'll take demons for a thousand, Alex.” He walked up to a sergeant to greet her. “Hey. Agents Stark and Banner, and Wilson, FBI. Just need to have a look around.”

She stared at them. “Why? This is a military case, not a federal one.”

“Well, that's not what our supervisor said,” Sam shot back.

“That so? Then maybe him and I oughta have a chat.”

“Okay,” Dean pulled out his phone and dialed, waiting for Kevin to answer. “Hey, boss, uh... we got a little problem here. Yeah, just a local badge needs confirmation we're supposed to be here. How the word came down from FBI headquarters in DC.”

The sergeant took the phone. “This is Sargent Miranda Bates, who am I talking to? How old are you? Listen, kid, I don't have to do anything. And I don't take orders from the Feebs. So unless you can give me one good reason you got a couple of pretty boy agents poking around my crime scene, I'm gonna put them in cuffs and spank your ass raw, understand? What? How did you find that? Yes, sir,” she gave the phone back.

Dean took the phone. “Kevin? What the hell did you just do?” He hung up with Kevin and followed Liam and Sam onto the bus. “Hey. Anything?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, this guy was shot in the heart.”

“That what killed him?”

“Maybe, fifteen, twenty years ago. Every one of these bodies has a fatal wound, or two, or three, but they're all old.”

“So we're looking at meatsuits? The bodies took a licking, and the demons inside kept them ticking.”

“Probably. I think they were possessed. And now those soldiers are.”

The sergeant stepped onto the bus. “Excuse me, agents? We pulled this off a security camera. You might wanna take a look.”

They watched on a tablet the footage of the soldiers getting off the bus. Sam zoomed in on the driver. It was Adrian. “Adrian?” Dean did not look happy. “Seriously? I thought you Kentucky fried that meatsuit.”

“I thought I did too,” Liam frowned.

“Yeah, well, this means we gotta find him and, well, we’ll figure out the rest later.”

Kevin called Sam a little while later. “Kevin, wait. Slow down.”

“He gave me these coordinates. 44.053051 by -123.127860, and two names. Irv Franklin and Tracy Bell.”

“Irv's a friend, don't know Tracy,” Dean said as he drove.

“Alright, the guy said they were hunters, and that if you didn't go save them, that he would kill them.”

Dean snorted. “Yeah, I've heard that song before.”

“Dean, who was he?”

“He's the bad guy. Alright, new job, dig up everything the Men of Letters have on Knights of Hell.”

“Knights of Hell? Sure.”

“You find a way to kill one, I mean permanently, drop a dime.”

“Thanks, Kevin,” Sam hung up. “The numbers point to a spot on the outskirts of Eugene, Oregon. You know this is a trap, right?”

“Yep,” Dean nodded.

“And we're just gonna walk right into it?”

“Guns blazing. You with me?”

“You know it.”

“What about you, hobbit?”

“Have I ever backed down from a challenge?”

The coordinates led them to a little ghost town. Dean looked around as they walked down the street. “The hell happened here?”

“Local chemical plant sprung a leak, years ago,” Sam explained. “They evacuated three square blocks. Guess it's still contaminated.”

“Wait, so this whole place is poison?”

“Yeah.”

They found the diner and the two hunters tied up. Dean took the gag out of Irv’s mouth. “Irv? Hey. Where's Adrian?”

“Adrian’s been torturing hunters. He's trying to get intel on you boys.”

“Do you know why?” Sam asked.

“I seriously doubt he wants to add you to his Christmas card list. Now, d'you wanna make with the rescue or what?”

“Right after you take a shot of holy water, huh?” Dean pulled out a flask.

They both took a swig and were fine. “Sorry about that,” Dean took the flask back.

Irv just gave them a little smile. “Don't worry about it. Last thing you need is us popping black eyes.”

“You're Tracy, right? I'm Sam Winchester.” Sam introduced himself to the girl.

“Good for you,” she sounded a little stand offish.

“She's new,” Irv said. “We did a shifter job in Sacramento together. Smart, but got a mouth on her.”

“Let's gear up,” Dean ordered and started checking their supplies. “Alright, we got Jesus juice, guns loaded with Devil's Trapped bullets, shoot a demon, you put them on lock down. The angel blade works...”

Sam went to the window to investigate a noise. “They're coming. And they've got assault rifles.”

“So, what's the play?” Irv looked at the brothers.

Dean quickly set up a phone to play his voice as a distraction and then they sneaked out into the alley. “Alright. We gotta flank SEAL team douche in there, so, uh, Irv, you me, and Liam will go left, and Sam, you and Tracy go right.”

Sam nodded. “Okay. Let's move.” He placed a hand on Tracy’s shoulder and she shoved him away.

“Don't touch me.”

“Whoa. What's the problem?” Dean looked at her.

“My family's dead because of him.”

“What?” Sam looked confused.

“I watched a demon slaughter my parents. And the whole time it talked about how it was celebrating. Some dumb kid let Lucifer out of his cage.”

Dean sighed. “Alright, we gotta move. Girl's with me, Irv...”

Dean, Liam, and Tracy moved around to the front of the diner. Dean peered inside. “Okay, I think they're still inside. We wait till they come out, and we pick them off one by one. Listen, for the record, Sam's not the only guy who thought he was doing right and watched it all go to crap, okay? That's just part of being-”

“Being a hunter,” Tracy interrupted him.

“Being human. Look, you wanna be pissed off at Sam, that's fine, I get it. But if you wanna go after somebody, you make sure that they got black eyes. Gotta know who the real monsters are in this world, kid.”

Adrian came at them from the side and knocked Dean to the ground. Tracy and Liam opened fire, but the demon didn’t flinch. “Nice grouping,” he smirked. He lifted his shirt to reveal a bullet proof vest. “Kevlar. Beats magic bullets.”

Dean threw holy water at him and smoke rose as the demon stumbled back. Dean handed Tracy his car keys. “Listen, my car is three blocks over. Go get more bullets, more holy water, get everything.”

“But what about you?”

“Just go! Go! Now!”

Adrian smirked. “Just us boys now.” He turned to Liam. “Got any new neat tricks?” Before Liam could even move he was thrown back into a wall and stunned. The demon grabbed Dean and wrenched his shoulder behind him, causing him to sink to his knees. “So appreciate you boys coming when I call. I think that's what I like most about you Winchesters. You're so obedient. And suicidally stupid. I like that, too.”

“Are we gonna fight or make out? Because I'm getting some real mixed signals here.”

“I want Crowley. Or what's left of him.”

“Yeah? What's in it for me?”

“I let you die. You give me Crowley's head, and I will snap your neck, quick and clean. You won't feel a thing, trust me.”

“Or you can get bent,” Liam growled, grabbing Adrian by the throat. In seconds the body froze solid, and the blond shattered it with a hard kick. “New enough trick for you?” he smirked as black smoke flew away.

“Whoa...” Dean got to his feet with wide eyes. Liam frowned and his eyes dropped to his feet. “Don’t,” Dean grabbed his wrist and gave the back of his hand a little kiss. “That was fucking awesome. I wish I could do that. I wish I could do half the shit you can.”

“Whatever is inside me, it’s getting stronger and it wants to fight.”

“Good, because we gotta go find Sam and Irv, make sure they’re good.”

Suddenly there was a bright flash of light from inside the diner. Dean and Liam ran in to see Sam stabbing the dead demons with the demon killing knife. “They were going to kill him, Dean.”

Dean blinked. “Ezekiel? The hell did you do?”

“I was protecting your brother. I thought that was what you wanted.”

“Right, yeah, no, I... sorry, I'm just still getting used to this whole thing.”

“As am I.”

“But Sam's okay?”

“He was knocked unconscious. In a way he still is. Sam will not remember any of this.”

“So what the hell am I supposed to tell him when he comes to?”

“That's why I used the knife.”

“Right. Smart.”

“You are troubled, still.”

“Yeah, it's just that, uh... this is on me. I was the one who talked Sam out of boarding up hell. Okay? So every demon deal, every kill that they make... well, you're looking at the person who let it happen.”

“You were protecting your brother. I am in Sam's head. Everything he knows, I know. And I know that what you did, you did out of love. It is why I said yes.”

“Yeah, and if that goes sideways, that's on me too.”

Liam touched his shoulder. “You are way too hard on yourself, love.” Then the blond swooned and passed out.

Dean caught him and lowered him to the floor. “What…?” he looked to the angel.

“His vessel is stronger than most, it would have to be to contain him at all. But it was not designed to actually use his power, not at its full capacity anyway.”

“So, what does that mean if he keeps doing his thing?”

“It may kill him. The truth of the matter is he was meant to kill that vampire who attacked him all those years ago. He was meant to be one of the founding members of the Men of Letters in the colonies, as was his maternal grandfather in Ireland.”

“His grandfather was an Irish Man of Letters?”

“Yes, Liam Quinn was their great leader. But back then women we’re not schooled in their ways, and Quinn’s daughter ran off to the colonies with a priest. Liam was meant to die in his own century, and then be reborn in a much stronger vessel to hunt with you. But of course, things do not always go according to plan. He did not know to decapitate the creature that accosted him.”

“So, what do I do, sideline him?”

Ezekiel chuckled. “You and I both know how well that would work. There isn’t a word in all the human languages to describe just how stubborn a creature he is.”

“Tell me about it. But I can’t let him overload his circuits enough to kill him.”

“There is a chance that his body will adapt. Only time will tell.”

A little while later Dean was packing up their supplies and Sam woke with a groan leaning against the wall. “Sammy? Hey, whoa.”

“Dean? What the hell happened?”

“You took a shot to the head, and we came in and saved your ass, like usual.”

Sam looked to Liam who was still out. “He okay?”

“I think so. He pulled some seriously badass moves, and I think he overloaded himself just a little. Astiratu is really getting into the fighting spirit and pushing the envelope more than he should to be honest. But we both know we can’t stop him.”

Sam chuckled. “Is there anyone who can?”

“God, wherever He went.”

Sam picked Liam up and carried him outside just as Tracy pulled up in the Impala. “Hey. You okay?” he asked her.

“Yeah. You?”

“More or less, yeah.”

“Good.” She threw the keys back to Dean. “I got everything, but guess I'm late to the party.”

“Lucky you,” Dean got in the driver’s seat. “Let's blow this toxic waste dump. Burgers and Silkwood showers on me.”

They drove back to the bunker and looked around for Kevin but they couldn’t find him. They went down to the dungeon to find Crowley still chained up but bloody. “Who worked you over?” Dean asked.

“Martin Hayward and Brandon Favors.”

“They did this to you?” Sam was confused.

“No. They're demons. You asked for names, I'm giving you names. They're under performers. Spike them, you'll do me a favor.”

“Wow. You break easy,” Dean chuckled softly.

“Please. Your little plan to have me stew in my own delicious juices... pathetic. You want intel. I want things, too. Maybe we can come to some kind of arrangement. Quid pro quo, gentlemen.”

“So these are what, then, freebies?” Sam asked.

“Not at all. You can consider them fair trade for the enjoyment that Kevin gave me.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Dean looked a little worried.

“He's my new favorite toy. Wind him up, watch him go.”

Dean turned to his brother. “You check the names, We’ll go find the kid.”

They found Kevin trying to leave with his backpack. “Where d'you think you're going?” Kevin seemed to ignore Dean. “Hey, whoa. Talk to me.”

“You can't keep me locked in here. I'm leaving.”

“Like hell! Man, we told you not to talk to Crowley, okay? He messes with your head.”

“He said my mom's alive. Crowley said if I let him go, he'd give her back to me.”

“And you believed him.”

“He's still in there, isn't he?”

“Crowley's lying.”

“And if he's not?”

“Well... if she is alive, then she's dead. In every way that matters, she's dead, Kevin, I'm sorry. I know you're dying to bolt, man. I get it. But out that door, it's demons, and it's angels, and they would all love to get their hands on a prophet. So even with Crowley here, this is still the safest place for you. It just is. And we need you, man.”

“Because I'm useful.”

“Because you're family. After all the crap we've been through, after all the good that you've done... man, if you don't think that we would die for you... I don't know what to tell you. Because you, me, Liam, Sam and Cas, we are all we've got. But hey, if none of that matters to you, then I won't stop you.”

Liam pulled Kevin to face him. “Hey, he’s not shitting you. When I met Sam and Dean, it was just them and I was a vampire who needed help. And then things happened, and they adopted me. Yes, it probably helped that Dean and I fell for each other, but Kevin, family is more than blood. I know that bad things tend to happen to people who associate with these two, but it’s not because they don’t care. I don’t give a rat’s ass what Crowley told you while he was entertaining himself, but I have never met two more caring men. When Dean tells you to stay here because it’s for your own good, it really is for your own good, okay?”

Kevin wiped a tear from his eye and gave a little nod. “Okay.”

Dean found Sam doing some research in the library. “Kevin's passed out in one of the back rooms. He's a tough kid. He'll bounce back.” He poured them each a drink. “Liam is taking a shower because he still kinda feels like crap. What's up with you?”

“Nothing. It's just... what Tracy said about me, she wasn't wrong.”

Dean sat across from his brother. “Sam, listen to me. You have helped a hell of a lot more people than you have hurt. So all of that... that was then. Okay? Here's to now.”

“So, you ready for it? The fallen angels? Adrian? Cas losing his halo, Crowley in our basement?”

“Crap. We're living in a freaking sitcom. What about you, how's the uh, the engine running?”

“Honestly, um, I feel better than I have in a long time. I mean, I realize it's crazy out there, and we have trouble coming for us, but I look around and I see friends, and family. I am happy with my life, for the first time in... forever. I am, I really am. It's just, things are... things are good.”

“So, the whole marriage trouble, that doesn’t bother you?”

“It does, but it’s not as bad as it could be. I mean, we didn’t have a huge blow up or anything. We ran into a little ditch, and we’re trying to get out. It could be worse.”

“That’s true. You should call her tonight after the kids go to bed.”

“I was actually going to call her a little before so I could talk to the boys. I am going to work on this.” His phone rang and he looked at who was calling. “Becky. God help me,” he sighed as he went to answer.
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