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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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Between Castiel and Sam they managed to wrestle Dean to the ground and get the blade out his hands. Then they dragged him to the dungeon and tossed him in. “The hell if you think I'm riding the pine on this one, guys.” Dean growled as he got to his feet.

Sam blocked his brother’s path. “Something is wrong with you, Dean. And until we figure out what, this is where you have to stay.”

“And you two are gonna do what? Take on Metatron yourselves? That's smart. Oh, no, wait. No, you lost your angel army,” he motioned to Castiel. “And you, now you're trying to lock up the one guy who has a shot at killing the son of a bitch! Hell of a plan, fellas!”

They shut him in and went up to the library. “Sam,” Castiel let out a heavy sigh. “Dean wasn't wrong. My followers have abandoned us.”

Sam was texting Liam to come back out. “Yeah, and Gadreel says he can help us. From where I sit, that's more than an even trade.”

They looked over to where Gadreel should have been, but there was just blood on the floor. Liam returned and saw it as well. “I wanted to be alone.” It was clear from his red and puffy cheeks he’d been crying.

Sam frowned and put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m really sorry about all of this. I know everything is banging up against your breaking point, but I really need you to hold it together for just a little bit longer. Please.”

Liam bit his lip as a small tear slid down his cheek. “I guess I don’t have a choice.”

“Okay,” Sam nodded. “First thing’s first, we try to find Gadreel.”

They went outside, thinking he couldn’t have gotten very far. It didn’t take long for them to find him lying in a patch of grass bleeding heavily from his wound and barely conscious. “Please. I'll leave you alone, I swear,” his eyes were wide when he saw them.

“We're not here to hurt you,” Castiel assured the other angel as he reached out to heal him.

Gadreel pulled back. “No. Your Grace. Healing me will only weaken you.”

Liam’s eyes flashed red and he shoved Castiel out of the way. “Move,” he grumbled as he roughly grabbed Gadreel and healed him.

The angel looked up at him. “I thank you, though you aren’t in the best shape either.”

“Yeah, well, if I fall over now it just goes with the tone of the rest of the day. Everything is falling apart around me and as fucking usual I can’t stop to grieve, no, I still have to clean up the fucking mess!”

“But this time we’re right there with you,” Sam made an attempt to make him feel better.

“Gadreel, did you ever ask Metatron about what I told you?”

The angel nodded. “I was actually curious enough to, yes. You weren’t lying. You are the rightful ruler of heaven in our Father’s absence, but Metatron feels the decision was made in poor judgment and you would ruin everything. Speaking of… Did you hear him?” he asked Castiel.

“Metatron. Yes. Where is he going? What does he want?”

“I’m afraid… humanity.”

“A soft target, then,” Astiratu sighed. “Let’s just go kill Metatron so I can fall apart in peace.”

They went back into the bunker and the box that Sam had put the blade in was open. “Oh no...”

“What's that smell?” Gadreel asked.

“Sulfur,” Sam answered as he went down to the dungeon to check on Dean.

Astiratu sat in a chair. “And the day just keeps getting better and better.”

Sam returned looking distraught. “Dean’s gone. He must’ve summoned Crowley to get him out.” He picked up his phone and tried to call his brother. “Dean, pick up the phone. Call me back. I'm not kidding, all right? Don't do this. Not like this,” he spoke to the voicemail.

“Are you sure it was Crowley?” Castiel asked.

“Who else would he summon? I mean, he and Crowley have been bromancing over the blade ever since Dean got the mark.”

“The mark?” Gadreel was a little confused.

“The Mark of Cain,” Astiratu explained. “The idiot… I should’ve known better, the replica threw me for a loop.”

Gadreel nodded in understanding. “So that's what Dean cut me with, the First Blade. In a way, that could be useful.”

“What?” Sam’s eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Well, Metatron is more powerful than ever, but if Dean has the First Blade and the mark, that might give us our best chance.”

“You're joking, right? An hour ago, we were ready to throw Dean into a padded cell, and now you say he’s our best chance?”

“Hear him out, Sam,” Castiel insisted.

“Oh, right. Excuse me. Sorry, guys. Uh, sorry I'm a little less than eager to hear that our best chance is arming the warhead and hoping it hits the mark. This is not a bomb we're talking about. This is my brother.”

“Technically he’s both,” Astiratu commented, which earned a nasty glare from Sam. “Hey, you wanted the stiff upper lip, so here I am, no emotion, just logic.”

“And your brother would not be in this alone. We can help,” Gadreel tried to diffuse the situation.

“How?” Sam asked.

“I believe Metatron has found a way to tap into the angel tablet, harnessing its power to give him powers equivalent to-”

“God, right?” Sam finished the sentence. “I mean, that's what this is all about, isn't it? Metatron wants to be God.” Gadreel nodded. “Great, well, that basically makes him unstoppable.”

“Not if we can break the connection between Metatron and the tablet,” Castiel pointed out. “That would make him just an ordinary angel. Where's the tablet?”

“In his office,” Gadreel answered.

“In heaven?”

“I can get us to the door.”

“And then what?” Sam asked. “I mean, why would they let you in? If Metatron's number two shows up with heaven's most wanted, the gig is up.”

“Unless we play a good game,” Astiratu bit his lip and thought. “Gadreel, does anyone know you’ve had second thoughts?”

“I don’t think so, no.”

“Okay, so, Metatron’s right hand takes a little initiative. You were here to capture Castiel, take him in. See where I’m going with this?”

“The wookiee?” Castiel seemed to be getting the gist.

“The what? Nevermind. I liked you better when you didn’t know anything about pop culture. Despite it being used in a movie, it’s not the worst idea I’ve ever had.”

“A dangerous one,” Sam pointed out.

“Sam, we have to try,” Castiel said with determination.

Astiratu put his hands on Castiel’s shoulders. “Alright, grasshopper, I know I’ve been trying to twist your mind for a while, but before you go I’m going to give you a refresher course on deception and being a tricky bastard.”

“You give them the noose and let them hang themselves.”

The half angel smirked. “You have been paying attention.”

A little while later Sam sat in the library in front of his laptop, Liam next to him looking like he was going to have a breakdown at any moment. “Thanks for sticking with me,” Sam gave Liam a pat on the hand. “I know this really isn’t easy for you.”

“Is anything ever? Besides, it’s not exactly fair to expect you do do it alone. You care for him too I’m pretty sure.”

“You know I do,” Sam shot the blond a bit of a dirty look. “You were right, just like always. I won’t admit it later, but the night you chewed me out, I lashed out at you because I knew everything you said was true. I was just pissed.”

A small smile ghosted Liam’s lips for a very brief second. “If only I had a gold coin for every time I was right.”

“You’d be the richest man on the planet. And now we need those smarts to figure out what to look for.”

Liam put both hands on the table in front of him. “Well, let’s put everything we know on the table. We know Dean has fewer marbles than I do right now, which is bad, but you said when you locked him up he was still focused on killing Metatron. You also said that Gadreel told you Metatron’s next move is to get humans to worship him. The only way he can achieve that is to-”

“Show off his powers,” Sam finished the thought. “Preform miracles in public.”

“Great minds think alike. And in this day and age nothing major happens without it winding up all over the internet.”

Sam nodded in understanding. “So we just have to find a miracle that happened, and then we probably find Metatron, and hopefully Dean.” Sam started scanning the internet, and eventually found a viral video starring Metatron in Indiana.

They tracked down the woman he saved and interviewed her. Then they just waited outside her trailer, and sure enough, Dean pulled up with Crowley in tow. Dean came over to them by himself. Sam crossed his arms and leaned against the trailer. “I guess two of us don’t need a demon to help follow a clue trail. You're looking for miracle lady, right? Yeah, she's gone. We had a nice chat with her, though.”

“Sam, whatever kind of intervention you think this is, trust me, it ain't. I'm not gonna explain myself to either of you.”

“Would be a waste of breath,” Liam mumbled, trying not to look at Dean.

“Yeah...” Sam just shook his head. “I just thought you might like to know that while you two have been playing, uh, odd couple, your real friends, like Cas, like the angel you stabbed, Gadreel, they're out there right now risking their asses to help you win this fight.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean asked.

“A fight, I might add, you made that much more complicated when you decided to stab the one angel who could actually get us to Metatron.”

Dean made an angry gesture. “You mean the angel that took you for a joy ride? The angel that slaughtered Kevin? That angel?”

“Who you let in the front door in the first place. You tricked me, Dean. And now I'm the one who wakes up in the middle of the night seeing my hands killing Kevin, not you. So, please, when you say you don't want to explain anything to me, don't. I get it. And I also get that Metatron has to go. And I know you're our best shot to do that.”

“I'm gonna take my shot, for better or worse. No matter the consequences.”

“I know. But if this is it, we're gonna do it together. You want to know what he whispered to her, right, in the video? His next stop.”

“So what are we all gollywagging on about? Chop chop,” Crowley said from over by the car. The brothers both gave him a ‘get lost’ look. “Excuse me. I'm not exactly demon minion number three here. As the kids say, I've got mad skills.”

Dean raised an eyebrow. “Look, I don't know what you expected here, okay. I don't really care, but you wanted off the hamster wheel. Get off.”

“Well, I guess I've been Winchestered. I'd wish you boys good luck if I thought it would help.” With that Crowley disappeared.

“Is he talking to me?” Dean motioned to Liam who was staring at his feet.

“Nope,” Sam answered as they all went to get in the car.

They drove out to a homeless encampment. Sam went to check things out and Dean looked at Liam in the rear view mirror. “I know you’re not talking to me. Hell, you haven’t even looked at me. But please just listen.”

“Why? Nothing you say is worth listening to anymore.”

“He speaks… with a sharp jab. Look, I know you’re pissed, and you have a right. I just want to say that hurting you is the last thing I ever wanted to do. I took this stupid mark without asking a lot of questions, and it was a really dumb thing to do. I told you it was making me feel not quite myself, and when I killed Adrian, it only made it worse. It’s like… You know how you described being a vampire as being like having this wild animal inside you that was difficult to control? Well, that’s what I’ve got now, only probably worse. I need to kill or I get sick. When I summoned Crowley to get me out, he told me that’s what the Mark of Cain does.”

“Would you like me to play a tiny violin for you?”

“Damn it, Liam! I’m just trying to explain here. I’m not expecting you to let everything drop and run back into my arms. It just really matters that you have some understanding because I really don’t want you to hate me.”

The blond looked up and stared right into Dean’s eyes. “If I hated you then everything would be so much easier.”

Sam returned and both Dean and Liam got out of the car. “Anything?” Dean asked his brother.

Sam nodded. “Uh, yeah. He's up there. About a mile up the road. There's a homeless encampment. The way the folks are talking, he's got them convinced he's some kind of new Jesus or something. Everything good here?”

“About as good as it can be I think,” Dean answered. Sam took the First Blade out of the trunk and handed it to Dean. “Listen, Sammy, about, um, you know, the last couple of months...”

“I know,” Sam gave his brother a little look. “So, before we find something else to fight about, tell me, are you ready to gut this bitch?”

Sam turned to grab something else out of the trunk and when he turned back Dean punched him, knocking him out. “What the fuck are you-” Liam’s eyes narrowed as he started to move toward Dean.

“Stop,” Dean held his hand up. “This is not your fight, his either. It’s just like with Adrian. Right now I’m asking you to just sit on the ground beside Sam and don’t chase after me. I really don’t want to hit you.”

With a loud sigh Liam lowered himself to the ground beside Sam and he watched Dean walk away. A little while later Sam’s eyes fluttered open. “What happened?” he mumbled.

“He insisted on going alone is what,” Liam answered. “It’s not our fight.”

“Like hell it’s not!” Sam quickly got to his feet. “Come on!” They raced down the road to the encampment. A group of homeless people that had been surrounding a warehouse started circling in on them. Sam raised his gun. “Stay back! Where's Metatron?”

A woman pointed to the warehouse. They raced inside to see Dean on the floor against the wall beat to hell. They watched again as Dean summoned the blade into his hand, only this time Metaron plunged an angel blade into Dean’s chest. Liam growled and Metatron went flying hard into a wall and didn’t get up right away.

Sam and Liam ran over to Dean to kneel by him. “You idiot!” Liam cried as a tear slid down his cheek.

There was suddenly a loud clap of thunder and the warehouse shook a little. Sam went to grab the angel blade and go after Metatron, but Metatron was gone. “Sammy, you two gotta get out of here before he comes back,” Dean whispered weakly.

Sam took a cloth and pressed it to Dean’s wound. “Shut up. Just save your energy, alright? Oh, man. We'll stop the bleeding. We'll get you a doctor, or I'll find a spell. You're gonna be okay.”

Liam moved to touch him, but Dean grabbed the blond’s wrist. “Listen to me. It's better this way.”

“What?” Sam couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“The mark. It's making me into something I don't want to be.”

“Don't worry about the mark. We'll figure out the mark later. Just hold on, okay?” Sam said as he leaned down to pick Dean up and started carrying him out.

“What happened with you being okay with this?” Dean asked.

“I lied.”

“Ain't that a bitch? Hold up.” Sam lowered his brother to rest on a piece of equipment. “I gotta say something. I’m proud of us. And Liam, I know I’ve put you through a lot of crap, especially lately, but you’re why I lasted as long as I did against this thing.”

“Would you quit being stupid then and just let me heal you?”

“No. You’re a force, but I’m still losing. No more crap.”

Sam and Liam watched as Dean went limp and he was gone. The two men just hugged each other tight and sobbed for a little while. When they could gather themselves together they carried Dean’s body out and headed back to the bunker. They cleaned him up and laid him out on his bed before going to the library and Sam poured them each some whiskey.

“We can’t just accept this,” Sam said as he took a long sip.

Liam took a gulp and his features twisted a little as it went down his throat. “I don’t know what we can do. He was right about the mark turning him into something bad. I hate admitting it, but...”

“There should be something else we could have done. Crowley. He did this. Why don’t we summon his ass and make him fix it.”

“Because involving Crowley in anything is always a bad idea.”

Sam got up anyway and went to do the summoning spell. Crowley did not appear. They waited nearly an hour before Sam wandered back to Dean’s room with Liam close behind. Instead of finding Dean still on the bed he was gone with a note left on the pillow. It said ‘Let me go’.

Sam turned to Liam. “You know what this means? Crowley did something.”

Liam’s knees gave out from under him and he crumpled to the floor and curled up in a ball. “Just give me a minute,” he whimpered when Sam moved to kneel by him.

They spent the next few weeks trying to figure out what happened and where Dean was. They watched for signs of major demonic activity, but there was nothing. Sam even tried catching and interrogating a few demons. All that got him was an injured shoulder because no one seemed to know where Crowley was.

They sat in the kitchen one morning while Sam was yet again searching for something. “Eat,” Sam pushed a bowl of cereal toward the blond. “I know you’re upset, and I know you don’t have an appetite, but I need you at full strength.”

“I’m fine, really,” Liam pushed the bowl back.

“You haven’t had anything since that sandwich for lunch yesterday. We’ll get him back, and we’ll set everything right, and then he’ll yell at you again.”

“Do you actually think we’ll get him back? What if we’ve run out of luck and we don’t get out of this”

Sam sighed and pushed the cereal back again. “We gave up last time and he came back. We can’t give up this time. Hey, look at this,” he motioned to an article he found. “A John Doe who was murdered in Wisconsin a week ago turns out to be this guy named Drew Nealy who went missing from religious order in Northern Ohio.”

Liam glanced at it. “And this helps us how?”

“Drew Nealy had been missing for three years. Killed his wife, his kids, and just disappeared. I know it's thin, but if this guy was possessed...”

“Then someone killed a demon.”

Sam sighed and shook his head. “I get that you’re losing hope, but please work with me here. Let’s just go investigate this. It’s better than sitting around here.”

Liam gave a little nod. “Okay, I’m with you.” He started eating the cereal. “Let’s just hope there’s some of Dean left when we find him.”

They drove to Wisconsin where the murder happened and they put on their FBI suits to get more information. “Appreciate you coming down, agent. But I'm afraid you may have just cost Uncle Sam a tank of gas,” the officer said as he walked them into the station.

“Oh, why’s that?” Sam asked.

“You came up here to investigate Drew Neely's murder, right?”

“Right.”

“Problem is, no one's certain it was a murder at all.”

“Okay, then what are we dealing with here? A suicide?”

The officer took them over to a computer. “Self defense more likely. Uh, the surveillance footage was corrupted. Our techies finally managed to clean up the file. Hold on a sec now.” He pulled up a video of none other than Dean reading a magazine. “That John Doe right there is the one you want to keep your eye on.”

“Son of a bitch,” Sam mumbled under his breath. Liam just stood there barely able to breathe.

“Watch,” the officer started the video. “Okay, now, porn guy's just minding his own business. And there's Drew Neely. See the knife?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded.

“That's intent right there. Now watch this.” They watched as Drew tried to jump Dean, who fought back and viciously killed him. “Looks like a cutlass or something. I don't know what the hell this is. Problem is, we don't know if this guy's a hero or a psychopath.”

“Detective, do you mind if I, uh, take another look at this?” Sam asked.

“Knock yourself out. I'll be back in a few.”

Sam played with the video, going through it in slow motion. Just before Dean stabbed the demon his eyes turned black for a split second. “What I was afraid of,” Liam was stunned.

“You don’t know that,” Sam argued. “Crowley could have one possessing him.”

“It’s the mark and blade, Sam. As much as I’d like to join you in denial, that wouldn’t do anyone any good.”

“Either way I’m not giving up,” Sam was determined.

Their next stop was the gas station where it all happened. “Oh, yeah. Porn guy was an animal,” the attendant said when they questioned him.

“Right. Um, when porn guy came in, did he say anything?” Sam asked.

“He asked where the porn was.”

“That's all he said? Did he buy anything? Did he use a credit card? Nothing?” The attendant just stared at Sam blankly. “So some guy comes in, kills another guy in your store on your watch, and you just, you what?”

“You mean when porn guy was stabbing the other guy to death ten feet in front of me, and I was having a total code brown moment in my favorite freaking pants because I thought I was next, did I conduct a field interview? No.” He pulled out a phone from behind the counter. “Oh, hey. Uh, can you do me a solid? Found this wedged under the TP. I think it's the dead guy's phone, and, uh, if you're heading back to the station...”

Sam took the phone and they went outside. “Didn’t I tell you this was a lead?” he said to Liam.

“You did, and we found Dean killing someone, albeit a demon attacking him, on camera. Look, I’m trying here, I just...”

“I know, you’re probably way past your limit. But I think we still have to do everything possible. Don’t we owe him that much? Before… You loved him. I can see by how you’re moping that you still love him, and he loved you.”

Liam let out a deep sigh as he leaned against the car. “You’re right. He did love me. I say did because now he’s going to gas stations to look at porn, but still...”

“Look at this,” Sam was going through the phone. “It was an ordered hit on Dean.” He showed the blond the text message with the place and time. “We’re gonna find out where he is.” Sam set everything up and then dialed the number the text came from.

“You’re dead,” it was Crowley who answered the phone.

“Nope. Just using a dead man's phone,” Sam shot back.

“Moose. Took you long enough. Your brother and I were beginning to wonder.”

“My brother is dead, Crowley. I know you have some freaking demon parading around in his meatsuit, and trust me, you are gonna pay for that.”

“Moose. I'm afraid you haven't allowed yourself to dream quite big enough here. Your brother is very much alive, courtesy of the mark. And the only demonized soul inside of Dean is his and his alone. Wee bit more twisted, a little more mangled beyond human recognition, but I can assure you, all his. There, now. Feel better?”

“And the, uh, Adrian supporters you've been sending to kill my brother, how does Dean feel about that double cross?”

“If that's what you think is happening, then you're more out of your depths than I thought.”

“I don't know how you did this, what kind of black magic stunt you pulled, but hear me; I will save my brother or die trying.”

“You know what tickles me about all this? It's what's really eating you up. You don't care that he's a demon. It's that he's with me and he's having the time of his life. You can't stand the fact that he's mine.”

“He's not your pet,” Sam growled.

“My pet? He's my best friend, my partner in crime. They'll write songs about us, graphic novels. The Misadventures of Growley and Squirrel. Dean Winchester completes me, and that's what makes you lose your chickens.”

“I am going to find you, I am going to save my brother, and then I'm going to kill you dead.”

“Well, that's the operative phrase, isn't it? Find you. good luck with that.” Crowley hung up.

Sam looked down at his own phone to see if the trace had worked. “You were right,” he said without looking at Liam. “Just like you usually are. But he’s in North Dakota, and I still have to believe that he can be saved. Are you with me?”

“I’m with you,” Liam got in the car. “I know I’m being a pain, and I know you’re trying to be understanding while dealing with your own feelings. But you’re right, he deserves having us at least give it a shot.”

They got in the car and started driving. Later that night while they were going down a country road the car died and Sam had to pull over. He got out, but couldn’t get the hood up with only one arm. “Hey, hobbit, I need some help,” he called out.

Liam got out shaking his head. “You know my history, and yet you want me to touch the hood of a car?”

Another car pulled up beside them and a man got out. “Hey. Need some help?”

Sam nodded. “Uh...Yeah. I think so. It just died on us.”

“Out here?”

“Yeah.”

“Your ride really has it out for you, huh?” the guy joked.

“I guess so.”

“Mind if I take a look?”

“Yeah, I'd appreciate it. Thanks. I’m a little...” Sam motioned to his arm in the sling. “And my friend here, well, him and cars don’t get along so well.”

The guy lifted the hood. “Ah...These new cars and their computerized brains, huh? One zero out of place, and the whole thing just goes kaput. Well, right there. There's your problem,” he pointed to something on the engine.

“What the hell is that?” Sam tried to get a better look.

“Well, that's a kill switch. This here is the remote,” he held the device in his hand. Before either of them could react the man punched Sam, who was knocked out, and then he pulled a gun on Liam. “I hope you’re not a dumb blond.”

Liam eyed the gun and assessed the situation. “I’m told I have my moments.”

“Well, this time be smart and put your friend in the back of my car for me.”

Liam raised an eyebrow. “You want me to move a guy twice my size? And you think I’m dumb?”

The guy let out a little growl and cocked the gun. “Unless you want a bullet in your head you’ll figure it out!”

Liam let out a little sigh then proceeded to drag Sam’s body over to the car, and it took him a little while, but he got Sam in the backseat. Then his hands were bound, he was blindfolded, and was forced to get in himself.

They were taken to a barn. Sam had woken up and they were taken inside and had to sit on chairs that the man tied them to. “Okay. Home, sweet home. Breathe. There you go. You good, partner? How's that chicken wing?” he looked to Sam.

“Who are you?” Sam asked.

“First time I broke my arm, my older brother, Davey had me riding on the handles of his three speed. Decided to pop us a wheelie, look real fancy for all the little pretties outside the DQ. Well, we were looking mighty good for a little bit. And then, whoop, ass end over teakettle, boy. Hurt like a son of a bitch. You're Sam Winchester. I think we both can agree on that. And your older brother, Dean, well... He and I, we go way back. I don’t know who the extra is, and I don’t care.”

“You’re a hunter?” Sam was a little confused.

“Sure. Yeah, we can go with that. Hunting your brother counts, right?”

“I wouldn't do that.”

“Yeah?”

“Trust me. Look, buddy, I don't know who you are, alright? I don't know what you want or what my brother did, but if you got any sense, I suggest you turn tail and run back to that army recruiting ad that spit you out in the first place. He's a monster.”

“Well, he was. Yeah, he was... Many, many moons ago. But now he's prey. And I'm the monster now.”

Liam just chuckled. “You really don’t get it. He hasn’t uh, been himself for a while now. We’re hunting him too, only our goal is to knock him upside the head and toss him in a mental ward.”

“That so?” the guy turned his attention to Liam. “That mean you know where he is?”

Liam shrugged. “Maybe I do, and maybe I don’t. Either way I’m not telling you.”

The guy grabbed his hair and got in his face. “Getting you to talk won’t be a problem.”

In a flash Liam bit his nose, causing him to pull back and cry out in pain. “I doubt you could do worse than anything my own father did to me as a child, so good luck with that.”

It was then that the guy noticed the wedding band on his finger. “Wait a minute, in that footage I was sent, Dean was wearing the same ring on the same finger.”

A little bit of emotion flashed in Liam’s features. “That so?”

“I didn’t peg him for that, but I think I caught a bigger fish than I realized at the time. Where’s your phone?”

“Uh, my pocket, but if your plan is to use us as bait, it has one giant flaw.”

“What’s that?” the guy asked while digging Liam’s phone out.

“He has to actually care about the bait. Like we keep trying to tell you, he isn’t who he was a year ago.”

The guy just snorted. “You’d say anything to get out of this.” He found Dean’s number and dialed.

After several rings Dean answered. “I left you an open tab at the bar. Knock yourselves out. Just don’t go too crazy since you’re such a lightweight.”

“Well, hell, I just may take you up on that,” the guy responded.

“And who is this?”

“Me? Well, I'm karma, brother.”

“On my husband's phone?”

“On your husband's phone.”

“Are they dead?”

“Not yet. And as long as you show up where I tell you to show up, your brother and your sweetheart will be just fine.”

“And how do I know they’re still alive?”

The guy held up the phone. “Speak.” Liam glared daggers at their captor and clenched his jaw. Sam didn’t say anything either. The man punched Liam first, but no sound was made. Then he was punched in the gut, but still nothing.

“Dean!” Sam finally called out.

“Proof of life,” the guy put the phone back to his ear.

“Only for one of them,” Dean pointed out.

“Yeah, well, the blond is being uncooperative and stubborn. You’ll just have to take my word. Got a pen?”

“No, you listen to me. There's no trade. There's no meet up. There's no nothing except the one hundred percent guarantee that somewhere down the road, I will find you, and I will kill you.”

“Well, that'll be a cold comfort to your dead brother and other half.”

“I told them to let me go. So whatever jam they’re in now, that is their problem.”

“Yeah, well, I'll be sure to pass that on to them as I'm slitting their throats.”

“Yeah, you do that, because they know me. And they know damn sure that if I am one thing, I am a man of my word.” Dean hung up.

“Told you,” Liam said in a condescending tone.

“Now you speak you little smartass.”

“Well, gee, I was only dragged here at gunpoint and tied up. I can’t imagine why I wouldn’t want to cooperate,” Liam shot back in a sarcastic tone.
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Hunting Humanity VIII