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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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Liam appeared in the bedroom doorway leaning against the frame and holding up his phone with a text message from Dean on the screen. “You rang?”

Dean nodded. “Was just wondering why you moved out of our room.”

Liam’s fingers wandered to the back of his head and he winced when he found the lump. “Can’t imagine.”

“I said I was sorry,” Dean was frustrated. “I told you… I was kind of in a zone and I reacted without thinking. You really think that if I was in my right mind I would hurt you?”

Liam shook his head with a dark chuckle. “No, if you were in your right mind you wouldn’t. That’s the whole problem here. Ever since that blade ended up in your hands you started changing. It started as minor lashing out, and I let it go because of what you told me. And then… From what Sam told me you care a lot more about the First Blade than me, so yeah, I decided I should have my own room.”

Liam left and Dean lay back on the bed to try and relax. A little while later he went into Sam’s room and woke his brother by playing loud music on his phone. Sam jumped and grabbed his gun, aiming at Dean until he saw who it was. “Nice reflexes. Better hair,” Dean commented.

Sam rubbed his eyes. “What's wrong with you? I could have shot you. Why aren't you sleeping?”

“Not tired. And we got work to do, so put on your dancing shoes and let's boogie. You’ll have to wake the angry blond. He’s not really talking to me, and he locked his new bedroom door and did something to the lock so that I can’t pick it. Figure that one out.”

Sam mumbled under his breath but put some clothes on and went to knock on Liam’s door. “Hey, it’s Sam!” he called out. After a few minutes Liam opened the door, his face red and wet with tears. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Sam was concerned.

“I shouldn’t have to tell you,” Liam went back over to sit on the bed.

Sam followed him in and sat beside him. “I know this thing with Dean is… Well, I don’t know what it is. But look, Adrian is finally dead, and now we just have to deal with Metatron.”

“And then what?” Liam started to cry again. “Then he’ll just want to keep that fucking thing around just in case. He’ll come up with a reason. He sleeps with it instead of me.”

Sam noticed a dagger point sticking out from underneath the pillow. “You’re scared, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. I’ve been around long enough to know evil when I see it. Dean is not the same person, he’s turning evil. And it’s always those closest to evil people who get hurt.”

Sam wrapped an arm around the blond. “It’s gonna be okay. I don’t know how yet, but… Until then, you’ve got me. Together we’ll find something. For now, Dean wants to see us, something is up. I can see that you’re freaking out here, but I think it’s gonna take all of us to get this heaven thing straightened out. You’re a tough little hobbit.”

Liam reached for his jeans. “Everyone has a breaking point.”

Sam entered the war room a little later with a cup of coffee. Dean was packing up. “Alright, what's up?” Sam asked.

“I called Cas. He said there's something going down in Missouri.”

“What kind of something?”

“He said he couldn't talk about it over the phone.”

“Why?”

“Because he is a weird guy, okay? He's a weird, dorky, little guy. But he happens to have an army of angels behind him, and even though I hate to say it, if we're gonna take a shot at Metatron, they might be useful.”

Sam watched as Dean picked up the First Blade and started packing it into his duffel bag. “Well, do you think we need the First Blade? Why don't we just leave that here?”

Dean huffed. “We talked about this, and we decided that-”

“No. In all fairness, we didn't decide. You did,” Sam interrupted.

“Okay, I decided that a hockey stick that can kill anything might come in handy, so sue me.”

“How many times have we been around this block? Magic that powerful comes at a price, and right now we don't know what that price is.”

“I’m fine,” Dean insisted sharply.

“And I'm glad, honestly. I'm not saying we bury the thing. I'm saying we just save it for when we really need it. Crowley. Metatron. The big boss fights. You don't have to have it with you all the time, right? I mean, just leave it. Please. Maybe you can even get somewhere with Liam once you and that blade have some distance between you.”

“No problem,” Dean set it down.

“Thank you.”

“Is he even coming with us?”

“Yeah, I think he’s waiting in the car.”

“Oh, so he can be in a car with me,” Dean was agitated.

“With me also present, yeah,” Sam nodded. “Do you even have any idea what you did? Think about his history.”

“I apologized and explained. I don’t know what else he wants.” Dean grabbed his bag and headed for the car.

Liam was in the backseat curled up in a ball and fast asleep. “Don’t wake him,” Sam said to his brother softly while trying to load the car, making as little noise as possible. “He’s had a rough night.”

Hours later they were at the crime scene. They all approached a deputy standing outside the ice cream shop. “Agents Spears, Hennessy, and Aguilera? FBI?” she addressed them.

“Yeah,” Dean looked a bit confused.

“Your partner said you'd be along,” she waved them in.

“Thanks,” Sam mumbled as they went inside to see Castiel looking around.

“Thank you for coming,” the angel said without looking at them.

“Spears and Aguilera?” Sam raised an eyebrow at him.

“I've noticed your aliases are usually the names of popular musicians. And then Liam uses Irish names.”

“Wow,” Dean shook his head.

“Come here. Take a look at this,” he motioned them over to a gurney with a body. Her eyes were burned out of her head. “Look. And the other bodies are the same, burnt out husks.”

“Okay, so, what is this, some sort of mass smiting?” Dean asked.

“I don't know what this was. Never seen anything like it. Six humans died here... And one angel.”

“One of yours?” Sam asked.

“Was a good soldier. This attack... I knew he wanted a war, but this...This is abhorrent, even for him.”

“Power can change people,” Liam commented as he started to examine the room. “The saying absolute power corrupts absolutely didn’t come about for no reason.” His gaze flicked to Dean for a moment.

They went back to the command center and a female angel greeted them. “Commander.”

“Oh, it's just creepy,” Dean mumbled.

“Sam, Dean, Liam, this is Hannah,” Castiel made the introduction.

She gave them a small smile. “The Winchesters. I've heard so much about you.”

Dean smiled back. “What can I say? Cas is a fan.”

An angel in a red shirt came over and grabbed the box of evidence in Castiel’s hands. “I'll start to examine this evidence.”

“Sir, this morning, Josiah wasn't at roll call,” Hannah informed Castiel.

“Uh, roll call? You hold, uh, roll call?” Sam gave Castiel a funny look.

“They like to hear me say their names.”

“I know a couple of women like that,” Dean joked and looked at Liam expecting to be hit. Nothing happened.

“No one's seen Josiah since Ezra was murdered. We think that-”

“You think Josiah's the killer, that he is the mole?” Sam finished the thought.

“Well, who else? We searched the grounds, but he's vanished.”

“Not without wings. He's an angel, but he's still got to travel like he's a human, which means walk, drive...” Dean started thinking. “Means he's gonna leave a trail.”

Sam sat down at one of the computers. “Alright, What was his vessel's name?”

“Sean Flynn from Omaha,” Castiel answered.

Sam did some typing for a minute, then turned the screen to show them a picture. “This the guy?”

“Yeah, that’s him,” Castiel confirmed.

Sam pulled a few more things up. “Looks like someone just used his credit card at a Gas-n-Sip in Colorado.”

The angel in the red shirt came over. “Commander. I have something. This phone's memory chip has a video time stamped just before the explosion.”

The angel played the video. It showed a man in a coat, and he opened the coat to reveal a strange sigil carved in his chest. “I do this for Castiel!” he cried out and plunged a blade into his own chest. There was a bright flash of light and the screen went blank.

Dean’s eyes narrowed. “What the hell was that?”

Castiel was in shock. “I don't know. I would never ask an angel to sacrifice himself to kill innocents. I'm gonna be sick.”

“Cas, why would an angel blow up a Colonel Scoop's in your name?”

“That's not what he was doing,” Hannah said. Roll it back. There.” She pointed to a girl in the video. “That was an angel, Esther. She's one of Metatron's.”

“So, this was some kind of hit?” Sam seemed surprised.

“I don’t know,” Castiel swallowed hard.

“What if it was Metatron’s special squad?” Liam threw the idea out.

“What?” Dean looked at the blond like he was nuts.

“Let’s take this somewhere else,” Sam suggested as they were drawing a lot of attention. Castiel took them to his office. “Now, what makes you think that?” he asked Liam.

“He’s really into stories and it would make an interesting plot twist. I mean, think about it, he’s losing right now, correct?”

“We do outnumber him,” Castiel nodded.

“Okay, so, maybe he makes it look like you ordered these hits. That makes you look unstable. Even though he’s the ass that boarded up heaven it makes him look like the better choice. Somehow I think it’s what I would do.”

Sam let it all tumble around in his mind. “Not everyone walks the crazy and brilliant line like you do, but it’s a thought. Cas, did you know the angel in that video?”

“Yes. His name was Oren. He was a new recruit. He worked in community outreach.”

“And what does that mean?” Dean asked.

“Some of my troops are stationed at a local hospital. They help where they can. Minor miracles, it's nothing that would attention.”

“So, what was he doing in that video, with the stabbing?” Sam asked.

“The Enochian runes that were carved in his chest, I think that they were meant to focus energy. When he stabbed himself, it unleashed all that power.”

“So, what about the girl? What happened to her?”

“If she was the target, if the blast was focused on her, then more likely than not, she was atomized. So, what do we do now?”

“Well, you don't do jack,” Dean answered. “We will head to the hospital, see if we can find somebody who knew this walking nuke.”

“Hold on. These are my people. I can help,” Castiel argued.

“Well, that's sort of the problem. I mean, the Manson girls aren't gonna give us a straight answer with Charlie in the room, so just hang back.”

“So, I should just sit here?”

“Pretty much.”

“No. If you don't want my help, then I will follow Josiah's trail to Colorado. I have to do something, Dean.”

“Alright, fine. But Sam's coming with you.”

“What?” Sam was surprised and worried.

“Because you don't trust me?” Castiel accused.

“To help.”

Sam looked to Liam to ask him a silent question. “It’s okay,” the blond gave him a little nod. “I’ll stay and investigate things here.”

Sam and Castiel left, and Dean cornered Liam with a very serious expression. “I don’t want to hurt you, you know.”

“I know,” Liam answered, a bit tense from the closeness. “But you did, and you do. A simple sorry isn’t going to make that go away. I’ll be at ease when you get back to normal.”

They drove out to the hospital and Dean pulled a female angel in a doctor’s coat into an empty room for questioning. “What do I call you?” he asked her.

“My angelic name is eighteen syllables long. Let's stick with Flagstaff,” she answered.

“Copy. So, you knew this Oren guy?”

She nodded. “We worked together at the hospital. He was a joy, bright, full of life.”

“Yeah, I hear he had a real explosive personality.”

“Do you think this is a joke?” her eyes narrowed.

“Do you see me laughing? Is there anything else you can tell me about him? For example, why he'd light his own fuse.”

“No. Can I go? I have lives to save.”

“Welcome to the club.” He saw her smirk at that. “Something funny?”

“Not funny ha ha. But you thinking you help people, it's amusing. I help people. A clogged artery here, a tumor there. I do good in this world. You believe every problem can be solved with a gun. You play the hero, but underneath the hype, you're a killer with oceans of blood on his hands. I hate men like you.”

Dean seemed calm, but in one swift motion he got up, flipped her chair back, and held the point of an angel blade to her throat. “Honey, there ain't no other men like me.”

“Dean, that’s enough!” Liam snapped at him.

The blond took a step back when Dean straightened up. Dean looked down at the angel. “He doesn’t tell me what to do, but uh… Oren. Friends?”

“Constantine... And Tessa,” the angel answered reluctantly.

Dean blinked at the second name. “Tessa? The reaper, Tessa?”

“You know her?”

“Sort of,” Dean mumbled as he motioned for Liam to follow him out.

They tracked Tessa down and Dean approached her while she was walking up the stairs of a theater. “Howdy, Tessa. You're supposed to be working at the hospital tonight, but when I stopped by, you were gone. So was an ambulance. Pro tip, they all have GPS.”

She turned toward him. “Good to know. So, you're here. Why? You just love musical theater?”

“Only if it's ‘Fiddler’. We need to talk.”

“Can't. Sorta got a date.” She turned to leave, but Dean grabbed her arm. Her jacket moved and Dean noticed part of a carved sigil on her chest.

“Ain’t happening,” he said as he put two and two together. “Where's the other one? Where's Constantine?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“We’ve figured you out, and you’re coming with us.”

Dean dragged her back to the car and used an angel knife to cut a line through her sigil. Then they went back to the command center. They walked in on some angels talking. “Tessa? What are you doing?” Hannah asked when she saw them.

“You want to tell her?” Dean looked to Tessa. When she remained silent he pulled down her shirt to reveal the sigil.

“Oh, God,” Hannah was upset.

“There's no God. There's only Castiel,” Tessa seemed determined.

“I don’t really believe that,” Liam commented. “I think you’re a traitor, but what do I know?”

“You wounded her,” Hannah scowled at Dean.

“More like defused, okay? I cut up that old testament graffiti she carved into herself. I figured that would break the spell.”

“And now what will you do to her?” the angel in the red shirt asked.

“Guess,” Dean said as he pulled out an angel blade and started dragging Tessa into an interrogation room with Liam right behind him. “We need to know if there are other bombers out there.”

Hannah chased them. “No. I won't allow it. I know what Tessa was planning. It's horrible, but there's only one person who can punish her.”

Dean started getting irritated. “Let me guess. Yeah, big trench coat, sensible shoes?”

“You have to understand that Castiel is the only thing holding us together. A month ago, half the angels in this place were trying to kill the other half. Castiel has given us a purpose. But more than that, he has given us a way to live in peace. We have rules. Order. If I let you take matters into your own hands, what's to stop one of them from doing the same? You can talk to her. You should talk to her. But leave the blade outside.”

“Are you asking or telling?”

“We're not asking.”

“As annoying as they can be, she has a point,” Liam added his opinion.

Dean let out a deep breath and handed Hannah the angel blade before taking Liam into the room with him. Dean sat at the table across from the reaper while Liam stood in the corner. “Okay. Well, let's start with an easy one. Who are you working for?” Dean stared her down.

“Castiel,” she answered calmly.

“I don’t believe that for a second,” Liam commented. “You’re either lying, or you were duped.”

“Sacrifices have to be made.”

Dean tapped his fingertip on the edge of the table. “So you go after one of the bad guys, and if a few humans get microwaved, no big deal, right?”

“In the grand scheme, they don't matter.”

Dean shook his head. “Oh, Tessa, you are so wrong.”

“When Castiel came to me and told me what I had to do, he said I was chosen because I was strong. Others...they couldn't handle this. They're too weak.”

Dean leaned back in his chair. “Here's the deal. I like you, Tess, okay? For an angel. But tell me, why are you doing this?”

“Castiel,” she repeated.

“No, forget Cas. Why are you doing this? What would make a person want to pop their top, huh? I mean, look, I've been in bad shape. I have. But I have never been that damn low.”

Her demeanor relaxed a bit. “I guess I just can't take the screaming.”

“Who’s screaming?”

“All of them. The lost souls. The ones that can't get into heaven now that it's been boarded up. I hear them. They are so confused. They're in so much pain. All I want to do is help them. It's what I do. It's my job. But I can't. So I suffered... Until death, nothingness. Suddenly, it didn't seem so bad. It seemed quiet.”

“So, why don't you just jam an angel blade in your throat and call it a day?”

“I thought about it. But I was too weak. Castiel gave me a reason to die.”

“See, that just doesn't sound like the Cas I know.”

“But doesn't it though? And the Cas you know, would he raise an army of angels without telling you? because this Cas did. I'll tell you a secret. There's more out there like me. So many more.”

“You got names?”

“That would ruin all the fun.”

Dean got an evil little smirk on his face. “No, see, the fun's just getting started.” He stood and pulled the First Blade out of his jacket.

Tessa moved back. “Dean, what have you done?”

“What I had to.”

Tessa suddenly sprinted toward Dean and impaled herself on the blade. “Thank you,” she whispered just before she died.

Hannah and the other angels burst into the room at that. They all went after Dean, and even though he put up a fight they managed to tie him to a chair and duct tape his mouth. When Sam and Castiel returned they were taken right to the room. “He put up a fight,” Hannah reported.

“Get out,” Castiel growled the order.

As soon as the angels were gone Sam moved to his brother and tore off the duct tape. “You should have seen the other ten guys,” Dean joked.

Castiel looked at his friend with a serious expression. “They said you killed Tessa.”

“Not so much. She knifed herself,” Dean responded.

“Yeah? Why would she do that, Dean?” Sam asked as he took off the handcuffs.

“She wanted to die, or at least that what she claimed,” Liam spoke up. “I was in the room, and she really did lunge at him and impale herself. Not that any of your followers would believe me.”

“They probably think you’re covering for your partner. But I believe you.”

“No, you wouldn’t lie about something like that,” Sam agreed. “Especially not with… But Dean, why did you bring out the First Blade in the first place?”

“They told you about that, huh?” Dean didn’t seem to think it was a big deal.

“We had a deal.”

“Yeah, well, it was a stupid deal.”

“Really? Because if you'd stuck to it, Tessa would still be alive. Without her, we don’t have jack.”

“Yeah, you think I don't know that? You think I wanted that to happen?”

“I don't know, Dean. Did you?” Sam accused.

“All right, that's enough. Stop it,” Castiel ordered.

Hannah came in. “Commander, I'm sorry, but you have a call...From Metatron.”

They walked out into the main room where Metaron was on a video call. “Castiel. Bet you're not happy to see me.”

“Is anyone ever?” Dean commented.

“Dean, always with the B grade eighties action movie wit.”

“What do you want, Metatron?” Sam asked.

“Just to tell ass-tiel there, that I'm still alive. His bomber failed.”

“My bomber?” Castiel was confused and a little shocked.

“The crazy guy. Big knife. Kablooey. I'm fine, thanks for asking, but Gadreel is wounded, and Tyrus... His followers are not your biggest fans, by the way. They've all come over to my team.”

“I didn't send anyone to kill you,” Castiel insisted.

“Oh, stop lying, Castiel.”

“Who are you to lecture me on lying? Your deception led to the fall.”

“I did what I had to do. I have always done what I have to do, for God and for the angels.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Sure. Yeah, you're mother Teresa with neck beard.”

“What I did was neither good nor bad. It was necessary, a small hardship to make us all stronger, to make us a family again.”

Sam snorted. “Yeah, except for the angels you had Gadreel kill.”

“Okay, yes. Maybe I got a little carried away at first, but those days are over. A near death experience makes you re-evaluate. So, one time only, I'm offering amnesty. Every angel, no matter what their sin, may join me and return to heaven. I will be their God, and they can be my heavenly host.”

“Gee, what interesting timing you have,” Liam commented. “And you’re suddenly so forgiving of a faction you claim tried to just kill you. You know what I think? I think those suicide bomber angels were working for you. You survived the attack because you knew it was coming. It makes things look just a little too perfect for you.”

Metatron laughed. “Of course you would be suspicious. You don’t know me that well, but I know you. I’m not the one with the nickname serpent tongue.”

“Why would we follow you?” Hannah asked.

“Well, look around. You've seen earth. You've had a taste of free will. I’ve got to ask you, do you like it? I mean, the way you've flocked off to follow Castiel tells me you need to follow someone. It's in your DNA. But Cas, he's not what you think he is. He sends angels out to die. Have you told them about your stolen grace, Castiel? How it's fading away, and when it burns out, so will you? So...No, then. I'm not the best, but I'm the best you've got. You want to stay with Castiel, fine, but he's playing you, because at the end of the day, the only thing he cares about is himself and the Hardy boys there. You've got a choice to make. Make the right one.”

Metatron signed off and every angel in the room turned to Castiel. “He’s lying,” the angel insisted.

“About the grace?” Hannah asked.

Castiel paused and lowered his gaze for a moment. “It’s complicated. He was about everything else. He...you believe me, don't you?”

“I want to believe you, but I...we need proof.”

“Name it.”

She pointed to Dean. “Punish him. He murdered Tessa. He broke our rules.”

“Y'all can all go to hell,” Dean scoffed and turned to leave, but the angels stopped him.

“Doesn’t anybody listen?” Liam was frustrated. “He’s not my favorite person in the world right now, and he did break the no weapon rule, but Tessa killed herself. I was right there in the room!”

“You are not to be trusted!” one of the angel’s shouted. “Metatron was right about that, you lie and twist words when it suits you.”

Hannah handed Castiel an angel blade. “You gave us order, Castiel, and we gave you our trust. Don't lose it over one man. This is justice.”

Castiel stared at Dean for a few moments as if trying to decide what he wanted to do. “I can’t,” he let the blade drop.

“Goodbye, Castiel.” They all turned and filed out of the building, leaving Castiel alone with the three men.

They drove back to the bunker with Castiel. They entered the war room and Sam turned to his brother. “So, Dean, uh...are we gonna talk about this, or what?”

“About what? Yeah, I lied, but you were being an infant.”

Sam shook his head. “Wow. Even for you, that apology sucked.”

“Oh, I'm not apologizing. I'm telling you how it's gonna be.”

“Dean, that blade-”

“That blade's the only thing that can kill Metatron, and I am the only one who can use it, so from here on out, I'm calling the shots. Capisce? Look, until I jam that blade through that douchebag's heart, we are not a team. This is a dictatorship. Now, you don't have to like it, but that's how it's gonna be.” Sam and Liam both walked away. Dean moved to sit at a table across from Castiel. “So, your batteries...”

“I’m fine,” Castiel insisted.

“No, you're not. How long you got?”

“Long enough to destroy Metatron, I hope. But without an army...”

“Well, hey, you still got us.”

“I’ve got you. The others...”

“They’ll come around and do what needs to be done.”

“I know there’s a lot about human interaction that I still don’t understand, but why push away the one you love?”

“To protect him. If he’s too busy being angry about me being a giant dick, then...”

Dean was interrupted by the appearance of Gadreel. Dean and Castiel got up to confront him. Sam and Liam had also come out. Gadreel held up a hand to stop them. “I'm not here to fight. I thought about what you said. You're right. Metatron, he's...something needs to be done.”

“And we should trust you why?” Sam asked.

“Because I can give him to you. I know where Metatron is. I know everything. I know the bombers. They were his agents, not yours. You don't trust me, fine. I understand. I've made mistakes. But haven't you? Haven't we all? At least give me a chance.”

Dean stepped forward and held out a hand as if to accept the offer. But when Gadreel took the offered hand Dean pulled out the First Blade and slashed at him. Sam pulled his brother back. Liam started backing away shaking his head. “Killing with that thing is your answer to everything anymore. Congratulations, you just became a monster.” He turned and retreated into his room.
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