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Hunting Humanity X	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1093 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Astiratu raced to kneel by Chuck and he put his hands over the unconscious form. There was a bright glowing light, and after a few minutes Chuck's eyes opened and he shoved the half angel away. “No! You're not strong enough.”

“How do you feel?” Sam asked Chuck.

Chuck groaned as he tried to sit up a bit. “You know when you're driving and a bug hits your windshield? I'm the bug.”

“How are you feeling?” Dean leaned over his partner looking concerned.

“Pretty birdies,” Astiratu mumbled, his eyes looking a little glazed over.

“Give him a moment,” Chuck said. “He's pretty drained. But he bought me a little more time I think.”

“Bought you more time?” Dean blinked. “What did Amara do?”

“I can feel my spark, my light fading. And when it's gone...”

“Well then tell us what we need to do to fix you.”

“You can't. I suppose she could, maybe, but that's never gonna happen.”

Eyes turned to Castiel as he groaned and started to wake. “Dean?” he called out.

“Cas? Hey, is that you?” Dean asked hopefully.

“Lucifer is gone. Amara ripped him from my body.”

“To where?”

“I don't know.” Astiratu suddenly kicked Castiel from where he was on the floor. “What was that for?” Castiel asked, a little surprised and hurt.

“Putting me through what you did. You knew our history. God, I'm gonna puke.”

“I'm not in any position to help you,” Chuck said as Sam tried to help him up. “You'll feel better after some rest.”

They heard someone coming in and Dean grabbed his gun and pointed it toward the door. Rowena came in. “So that was a gun in your pocket.”

“Well, that was a complete and utter dog's breakfast, wasn't it?” Crowley was behind her.

“I didn't know dogs had breakfast,” Castiel looked a little perplexed by that.

“Cas is back,” Dean explained.

“Just curious, has anyone bothered to look outside?” Rowena asked them.

They all went outside and Rowena pointed up at the sky. The sun was shining, but there was a ring of orange around it. “What is it?” Dean asked.

“It looks like the sun is dying,” Sam said. “Why would Amara do that?”

“The sun is the source of all life on earth,” Castiel said. “Without it, everything just wastes away.”

“Are we sure it's Amara doing that?” Astiratu looked to Chuck who was still clinging to Sam.

“Let's get the hell out of here,” Dean growled.

Suddenly they were all back in the bunker. “Still got a few tricks up my sleeve,” Chuck said. “I'm not dead yet. I should probably sit down.”

“Yeah, come on,” Sam helped him into a chair.

“What do we do now?” Castiel asked the room.

Dean walked off into the kitchen and grabbed some beers out of the fridge. He popped the cap off one and started drinking. “Really?” Astiratu came in behind Dean with Sam and Castiel.

“Really,” Dean said as he took another. “We hit Amara with everything we got, and she walked it off.”

“So it's last call?” Sam sounded a little disappointed in his brother.

“That's right. Look, man. If you've got something for me to punch, shoot, or kill, let me know and I'll do it. I'll do it till I die. But how are we supposed to fix the frigging sun?”

“I always think of something,” Astiratu was trying to remain hopeful.

“And what exactly are you going to do? You're drained, God said it. You tried to fix him, and...”

“And what? Say what's on your mind. Might as well.”

“No, I don't wanna fight with you right now. We've wasted enough time fighting.” When the beer bottle was empty Dean put it on the counter. “You know what? This isn't gonna be enough. I better make a run. No reason to die sober, huh? Anyone wanna come with me?”

“I'll stay here, find our Plan B,” Sam said.

“I don't know the meaning of the word surrender,” Astiratu echoed Sam's sentiment.

“Okay. Cas, come on,” Dean motioned for his friend to follow.

Rowena came in. “Teapot?” she asked.

The other men stared at her blankly while Astiratu pointed to an electric kettle on the counter top. “I live with heathens.”

“You're one to talk,” Castiel commented. “I fell because of you.”

“And you had a good time doing it, so you're welcome.”

Dean and Castiel left, and Rowena set about making some tea. “Got any bright ideas left?” Sam asked the half angel.

Astiratu sighed. “I know we hurt her. She was going to give up until she realized she was being sealed up again. Maybe if the angels smote her one more time?”

“But Chuck said she can't be killed.”

“Chuck is dying. The balance is shifting, hence the dying sun. I don't want to go back to the books again, but what the hell.”

A little while later Sam and Astiratu came from the library to find Chuck and Rowena talking, and Crowley drinking whiskey. “What are we doing?” Sam asked.

“Nothing,” Rowena answered.

“Exactly!” Sam shouted. “Amara's out there eating the freaking sun, and we're doing nothing.”

“And you have a better idea?” Crowley asked.

“Yes, anything. That's my better idea, because anything is better than this.”

“Sam, I get it,” Chuck spoke softly. “Even if we could lock Amara away, it wouldn't do any good now. I'm dying. And when I'm gone, a cosmic balance between light and dark...”

“That's why I suggest we kill her,” Astiratu spoke up. “I haven't figured out how yet, but...”

“That's not the worst idea I've heard,” Chuck admitted. “You always were the bright one.”

“Okay, let me call Dean,” Sam seemed to perk up. “Maybe if we all put our heads together we can come up with something.” He took out his phone and called his brother, getting him to come back.

Dean did come back when Sam told him they had something. “Wait, so now you want to kill the Darkness?” Dean was confused when it was explained to him. “You're cool with this? Because, you know, last time...”

“Look, Chuck's dying,” Sam said. “Uh, no offense, God,” he added quickly.

“Yeah, no, I'm dying,” Chuck confirmed. “So, we don't really have a choice. I mean, look. You've got darkness and light. You take one side away and...”

“It upsets the scales, the whole balance of the universe,” Castiel finished the thought.

“Exactly,” Sam nodded. “But you take both away, and now both sides of the scale are empty, so...”

“In theory,” Astiratu added. “I mean, it's hard to tell for sure exactly what would happen since God was the one who created everything.”

“Right,” Dean nodded, trying to follow along. “Hey, I'm game, but how exactly are we gonna do this? I mean, Lucifer hit her with a Hand of God, and, well, we saw how that turned out.”

“She does seem impossible to destroy,” Castiel commented.

“Nothing is impossible,” Astiratu argued. “Nobody knows that better than me. Everyone and everything has a chink in the armor to be exploited.” His gaze turned to Chuck.

“Why are you looking at me?” Chuck seemed uncomfortable.

“You've spent more time with her than anyone.”

“I mean, well...”

“Come on, Daddy, don't hold out on me. She's your sister, but what she did is killing you.”

“Alright, fine,” Chuck sighed. “The Darkness might, and I mean might have a weakness. Light.”

“He tells us now,” Crowley rolled his eyes.

“What? I just wanted to trap her. I didn't want to murder her.”

“Okay, but now that we're trying to end her, how much light are we talking about?” Sam asked.

“I don't know. Ten thousand suns set to supernova.”

“Well that is just so simple,” the half angel's tone was sarcastic.

“But he's God,” Dean pointed out. “Can't you just...? Maybe between the two of you?”

Chuck shook his head. “Look at me. I'm not in the best shape right now. Neither is he, though he'll never admit it. I'm surprised he's up and walking around after trying to heal me.”

“Being stubborn as I am has its upsides,” Astiratu mumbled, and got a dirty look from Dean.

“Uh, that's all right,” Sam was trying to stay positive. “We just need other ideas. Rowena, what about the Book of the Damned?”

Rowena scoffed at that. “This is beyond...”

“Crowley?”

“Oh, I got nothing.”

“Well, what about souls?” Castiel suggested. “They fuel your demon deals.”

Astiratu chewed on that for a moment. “You know what? I think being in my presence has made you smarter. Souls are living batteries. They're full of energy. They're full of light. Each one is as powerful as a hundred suns I think.”

“He's not wrong,” Rowena commented.

“Okay, so if we got this kind of juice, then what?” Dean asked.

“You get me enough souls, I can build a bomb,” Rowena said.

Dean turned to Chuck. “Would that do the trick?”

Chuck nodded. “Maybe.”

“Okay. How many souls are we talking here?”

“The more the better,” Rowena said.

“Even if you could get that kind of firepower, you really think it would work?” Crowley asked.

“I can ask the angels. Heaven is full of souls,” Castiel suggested.

“Okay. Uh, what else we got?” Sam looked around the room.

“Ghosts,” Dean suggested. “Well, they're just souls with baggage, right?”

“Yeah, but we would need a whole lot of them.”

“Waverly Hills.”

“Of course. Thousands died there.”

“Ton of ghosts.”

“This is desperate and stupid,” Crowley grumbled.

“Well, desperate and stupid's pretty much all we got right now, so...” Dean pointed out.

“Fine. I'll go raid hell and see what's left.”

“Alright then, let's get to it,” Astiratu nodded as he went to collect his things.

“Hold it, who said you were doing anything?” Dean stopped him.

“Aww, you think that I'm going to sit around while the world dies in flames. You're fucking adorable, you know that?”

“You heard Chuck, you're lucky to be upright at the moment. Killing yourself isn't gonna help. I mean, I know we're in deep here, but...”

“I know, you still worry. I'll take a nap in the car.” With that Astiratu went back to their room.

“Resistance is an exercise in futility,” Chuck commented.

“I know,” Dean sighed. “Why did you have to make him so damned stubborn? Overkill much?”

Chuck shrugged. “Unsteady hand and a minor distraction.”

Once they had everything they needed they drove out to the abandoned sanatorium. “Really think this is gonna work?” Dean asked as he started pulling things out of the trunk.

Sam shrugged. “Well, Rowena said it would.”

“It's a Book of the Damned spell, boyos,” Dean started imitating Rowena. “Take this wee crystal. It'll suck up all the blimey ghosts. Just say the magic word.”

They walked inside with an EMF detector which was going crazy. A sudden breeze blew through, scattering some papers on the floor. Then a door creaked open and a spirit appeared for only a second. “Place really lives up to the hype,” Sam commented.

“Yes, it does,” Dean nodded. “Alright, let's bust some ghosts.” They entered a large room and Sam and Astiratu started pouring salt around the perimeter. “Where the heck are they?” Dean was annoyed.

“Probably lurking,” Astiratu said.

“Get your Casper asses out here!” Dean shouted.

Sam stood up and handed his canister of salt to Dean. “You know what. Why don't you finish up? I'll go piss them off.”

“I'll help,” Astiratu grabbed a shotgun loaded with rock salt.

While Dean started finishing the salt perimeter, the other two men went down the hall in opposite directions. Every time a ghost appeared they fired at it, and started walking back toward the room. More and more started appearing as they got angry. “Okay, I think it worked!” Sam called to Dean when he was nearly back in the room.

Ghosts poured into the room and started attacking them. Dean tried to reach for the crystal in his bag, but it was difficult while having to fend off the spirits with an iron rod. He managed to grab it, but one of the ghosts threw him across the room and the crystal fell to the floor. Another grabbed Sam by the throat and started choking him. There was a quick blast of light that knocked four ghosts away from Astiratu and he dived for the crystal. As soon as it was in the air he shouted, “Haggis!”

The ghosts turned into streams of light and were sucked into the crystal. The crystal fell to the floor when it was finished and it was glowing when Sam picked it up. “Go magic word.”

“Yeah,” Dean panted as he picked himself up off the floor.

“Now aren't you glad I came?” Astiratu was looking a little smug.

“I guess that nap did you good,” was all Dean wanted to say.

“I need another one on the ride back. Hopefully Cas and Crowley will have some good news for us.”

There was news, but it wasn't good. “The angels are... Heaven won't help,” Castiel looked dejected as he told them.

“They know that this is the end, right?” Dean couldn't believe it. “Of everythinhg.”

“Yes.”

“And they don't care?” Sam was just as shocked.

“No, it's not that. It's... They know God is dying and they don't think we can win this. Souls or no souls. They're sealing heaven, and they're dying with dignity.”

“Stupid, cowardly sons of bitches,” Astirau growled. “I knew there was a reason I didn't like angels, present company excluded.”

“Alright, Crowley. What about you?” Sam turned to the demon.

“Well, I had all the souls we needed.”

“What do you mean had?” Dean didn't like the sound of that.

“While I was indisposed, a few of my demonic pals decided to raid my stash.”

“Well, what we have, it's not enough,” Castiel sighed.

Suddenly the lights flickered. “Well, that could be nothing but good news,” Crowley said sarcastically.

Sam and Dean grabbed their guns ready for a fight, but then Billie the reaper walked in. “Nice digs,” she said as she looked around.

“Billie?” Sam was surprised to see her.

“Who's Billie?” Rowena asked.

“Reaper,” Dean answered. “Wants us dead. Tons of fun.”

“Wait a second. How did you...? What are you doing here?” Sam asked.

“I saw you boys at Waverly Hills, and call me a curious kitten, but with, you know, credits about to roll, I gotta ask, why you boys busting ghosts?”

“Why do you care?” Dean snapped a little.

“Dead folks, kind of my thing. So spill.”

“We're collecting souls to build a bomb,” Sam admitted.

“To blow the Darkness to hell,” Dean added.

Billie looked at the glowing crystal on the table. “Okay.”

“Uh, what does that mean, okay?” Sam asked.

“Means way things are going, I'm about an hour away from reaping God himself.”

“So you're here to help us?” Castiel wondered.

“Little tip, you want souls, call a reaper,” she smiled at them.

“No offense, but me and your kind don't get along” Astiratu said.

“Oh, I know. I've personally got three scars from trying to reap you. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and that even includes being in the same room with you, as long as you don't try to bite me again.”

“Don't try to reap me and I won't.”

“Good to know. But uh, you should probably take it very easy the next few days if this plan of yours works.”

“I knew you weren't okay!” Dean glared at his partner.

“Oh, be quiet. So Billie, what do you have to offer?”

Billie picked up the crystal and there was a loud whooshing sound as souls streamed into the crystal and it started glowing much brighter. “How many souls are in there?” Castiel asked.

“A couple hundred thousand,” Billie answered. “I raided the veil. Like I said, dead folks, kind of my thing.” She turned to Rowena. “We good?”

“Very,” Rowena took the crystal.

“Super,” Billie started to leave.

“See you around,” Dean said.

“Yeah. You will. Just hope it's not today.”

“So, what now?” Castiel asked.

“Well, now we have the bomb, so we just got to find Amara,” Dean made it sound simple.

“I can track her. She's not warded anymore,” Chuck said. “Why would she be? She won.”

“We need somebody to get close to her, someone with a personal connection,” Castiel said, and all eyes turned to Dean.

“Well, what are we waiting for? How do I smuggle this thing?” Dean asked.

“We could always shove it up your-” Crowley started.

“Hey!” Dean cried at the suggestion.

“I mean, you could.”

“You won't carry the bomb. You'll be the bomb,” Rowena corrected him. “I'm gonna take what's in there and put it in here,” she put a hand on his chest. “Once you get close to her, you press your fingers together like so...” she demonstrated. “Boom.”

“I don't like this idea,” Astiratu protested. “Why don't I take the bomb and do a quick fly by and drop it by her. I can detonate and be gone in a flash.”

Dean took his hands. “One, you're not strong enough right now. Don't lie and tell me you are. Two, Cas is right, it's gotta be me. She has a connection to me, she won't hurt me. You she'll sense coming and she'll run or attack you.”

“But you being the bomb means...”

“I know what it means, but you of all people should know that goodbye isn't forever. If this works, you'll see me again. I have seen your true form, and I have never turned away from you. You're a little unsettling, I gotta confess, but I know you have a heart of gold in there somewhere.”

“I don't lock you up in a closet on one condition.”

“What's that?”

“I go with you.”

“No,” Dean shook his head. “She sees you, she's ready for a fight.”

“But this is important to me,” a tear spilled down the half angel's cheek. “She won't see me. I'll shield myself.”

“I don't know what will happen to you when the bomb goes off,” Chuck voiced his concern.

“I'll take my chances. Besides, light isn't my weakness. I am light, mostly.”

“It's the mostly part that concerns me.”

“I'm not backing down from this. I will hide him where none of you can find him.”

Dean sighed and looked to Chuck. “You're the one who made him so stubborn, and I don't think he's kidding.”

Chuck shook his head. “I know he's not.”

When Dean was ready Rowena took the crystal and started chanting. Then she pressed it to his chest and all the light streamed into Dean, who doubled over and groaned. “Dean, are you okay? How do you feel?” Castiel asked.

“Like my insides just got flame broiled,” Dean answered. “Is that normal?”

“Sweetie, we're so far past normal,” Rowena said. “You've got about an hour, maybe a wee bit more, then you're literally a walking ticking time bomb.”

One thing Dean requested before going to Amara was to go to his mother's grave. Sam stood silently beside him in front of the headstone for a few moments before turning to his brother. “Dean, you know, you don't have to do this.”

“Of course I do. I just have to get close. I can do that, okay?”

“You know, if this works, um, that bomb goes off.”

“I know,” Dean patted his brother's shoulder and went back to where Chuck was being held up by Rowena. “You cool with this?”

“No,” Chuck shook his head. “Even after everything she's done, Amara's still my sister. She's my family. I can't; I don't want to see her dead, but...”

“I understand,” Dean nodded.

“Dean,” Castiel looked at his friend with sad eyes and Dean hugged him. “I could go with you too.”

“No,” Dean shook his head. “I really should be doing this alone. Only reason Astiratu is coming is he really would have hidden me in a deep dark hole if I didn't agree.”

“Yeah, I would have,” the half angel nodded.

Dean put an arm around Castiel. “Listen, when this works, Sam, he's gonna be a mess. So look out for him, okay? Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid.”

“Of course.”

“Thank you for everything.”

“What am I, chopped liver?” Astiratu looked a bit offended.

“I'm getting to you,” Dean sighed and took his partner's hands again and pulled him close. “Since I won't be able to talk to you when... I know Chuck said I was made for you, and I feel it. When I think about how I was before you showed up in my life, well, I'm glad that part is over with. I know my wandering eyes drove you crazy, but babe, that was lust. What I feel for you, I can't even put it into words. Your presence makes me feel whole. I know I'm getting sappy, and that's what you do to me. I don't know why I fought letting you in for as long as I did. Because even when I want to strangle you, I want you near me because I don't want that hole in my chest to come back.”

Astiratu leaned in to kiss him. “I could say a lot of the same things about you. You're a complete ass, but no one has ever loved me the way you do. You're my missing piece too.”

Dean took a deep breath and stepped back. “Okay, look. I want a big funeral. All right? I'm talking epic. Open bar, choir, Sabbath cover band, and Gary Busey reading the eulogy. And for my ashes, I like it here. You know, as far as eternal resting places go.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the Impala keys and moving toward Sam, who was shaking and could barely look at his brother. “Come on. You know the drill. No chick flick moments.”

“Isn't it a little late for that?” Sam chuckled softly as he took the keys. “Besides, you love chick flicks.”

Dean pulled his brother in for a hug. “Yeah, you're right. I do.” He took a steadying breath and pulled back. “Okay. Let's do this.”

Astiratu moved to stand beside him. “Screw me...” his eyes narrowed at Chuck in a veiled threat.

“Wouldn't dream of it,” Chuck assured him. “You're my only creation that scares me a little bit sometimes.”

Chuck snapped his fingers and Dean appeared in a garden. Amara was standing at the other end. “Dean. How did you find me?” she was surprised to see him.

“Does it matter? I'm here to give you what you want. Me.” he took a few steps closer.

“That's a change.”

“Well, I can't just stand by and watch the world, my friends, and my family die. So if becoming a part of you takes me away from that, then I'm in.” He took a few more steps.

“You and that bomb in your chest?” she came right out with it. “Do you think I can't taste the power coming off of you? Or that thing claiming to be my nephew hiding in the corner there?”

Astiratu appeared looking annoyed. “You're worse than your brother.”

“I also know you can't hurt me at the moment, at least not very much, so I'm guessing you're here to make sure the job gets done.” She turned back to Dean. “The problem is you've never been able to hurt me. So what makes this time any different?”

Dean swallowed hard. “I don't have a choice. What you're doing to the sun...”

“That's not me. With my brother getting weaker, the scales are tipping away from light.”

“And into darkness.”

“Into nothing. When God's gone, the universe, everything will cease to exist. Including me. My brother betrayed me. He locked me away for billions of years. He sent you to execute me.”

“No,” Dean corrected her. “He zapped me here, yes, but he didn't want this. This wasn't his idea. You're family. He doesn't want you dead. He doesn't want any of this!”

“He did say you're still his sister and he still loves you,” Astiratu chimed in.

“Is this what you wanted?” Dean asked, picking up on where his partner was going.

“No!” she cried. “I just wanted to hurt him. I wanted to make him pay.”

“Yeah, that's revenge. It'll get you out of bed in the morning, and when you get it, it feels great, for about five minutes. I've been there. Me and Sam, we have had our fair share of fights, more than our share, but no matter how bad it got, we always made it right because we're family. And him,” he motioned to Astiratu. “He isn't blood, he's a different kind of family. He pisses me off, I drive him up a wall sometimes. Sometimes we scream at each other. But then we make up, because we need each other. And when everything goes to crap, that's all you've got, family. That's why he's here, because he doesn't want me doing this alone. Now you might be an all powerful being, but I think you're human where it counts. You simply need your brother.”

“Just stop,” she scoffed.

“You don't want to be alone. Not really. I mean, hell. Maybe that's why you wanted me. But deep down, you didn't really want me because I'm not him. So maybe I can kill you. Or maybe I can't. Maybe if I pull this trigger, we all live happily ever after, or maybe we die bloody, or maybe it doesn't matter, because maybe there's a different way. So I'm gonna ask you again. Put aside the rage. Put aside the hate. And you tell me, what do you want?”

“I think I get my temper tantrums from you, now that I think about it,” Astiratu said. “Never really got me anywhere but alone and miserable.”

“You,” she turned to the half angel. “Were you telling the truth when you said that both my and my brother's essences reside in you.”

Astiratu shrugged. “That's what your brother told me.” He raised a hand and moved toward Amara slowly. “But feel for yourself.”

She was slightly hesitant, but she placed her palm to his and closed her eyes. “I don't know how he did it, but it's true. Twice as much of him than there is of me, but it's there, and everything else.”

“No demon,” Astiratu insisted.

“A splash of incubus,” Amara corrected him.

Dean shook his head. “That explains so much.”

“Oh, and what about you?” Astiratu grumbled, not happy about what he had just been told.

“Your match, so maybe.”

Suddenly Chuck was standing beside them, looking weak and pale as well as very surprised. “Why did you bring me here?” he asked his sister. He was a little afraid as well.

“Brother, I...” Amara tried to gather her thoughts. “In the beginning it was just you and me, and we were family. I loved you, and I thought... I knew that you loved me.”

“I did,” Chuck nodded. “I do.”

A small tear welled in the corner of Amara's eye. “But then you went and you made all these other things. I hated them. I hated you for needing something else, something that wasn't me. And then you locked me away, and all I could think about was making you suffer.”

“You had your reasons.”

“I did. And I thought revenge would make me happy. But I was wrong. What you've made, it's beautiful. It took me a long time to see that. And that,” she motioned to Astiratu. “I don't know why you did it, but in him, we're together.”

“He told you that?” Chuck looked a little surprised for a moment.

“Told me and showed me. He got me to thinking, and so did Dean. I know that we can't go back to the way things were. I don't want to, but I wish that we could just be family again.”

“I do too,” Chuck smiled. He reached out his hands and Amara took them. They both started glowing. Amara healed Chuck, and the sun started shining brightly again.

“And you doubted me,” Astiratu smirked, looking rather pleased with himself.

Chuck laughed softly. “Oh, I've never doubted you. You're the one who fixes things when no one else can.”

“Wait, this was your plan all along, even at the warehouse?” Amara didn't seem sure how she felt about that.

“Of course.” Astiratu admitted. “Since the beginning I thought a happy reunion was better than destruction. I just needed you both to see it. You don't agree? The thought of enjoying this world with your brother by your side again doesn't appeal to you after all?”

“Of course it does,” she admitted. “So I guess I should thank you.”

“We both should,” Chuck was still smiling. “I think we're just gonna go away for a while.”

“Family meeting,” Dean nodded in understanding. “I get it.”

“But first...” Chuck placed his hand on Dean's chest and pulled out the bomb while Dean winced. “Better?”

“Yeah. But what about us? What about earth?”

“Everything will be fine. My shining creation is here, and he has you and Sam by his side.”

“Dean, you gave me what I needed most. I want to do the same for you,” Amara said.

“Isn't that me?” Astiratu was confused. “And I thought of this plan first, why do I get shafted? Typical family trait.”

She chuckled softly. “You already have what you need most; Dean. While I am thankful to you as well, there's not much I can do for you. As for Dean, I believe he needs you, but you can't fill every hole in his soul.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Instead of answering both Amara and Chuck turned into swirls of light and dark enery and floated away, leaving them alone in the garden. “What's going on, what do you need most?” the half angel turned to Dean.

Dean shrugged. “I don't know what she meant either. I know one thing I need though. My human back. So unless you know where we are, or how to get us back... You said you were out as long as Chuck was around, and he's gone.”

“You're right,” Astiratu sighed. “I don't know where we are, nor can I get us anywhere like this, so... While part of me is a little disappointed you don't want me to stay like this, I will grant your wish.”

“Hey, you're cool in small doses. Like I said, you're a bit much, but I didn't turn away. I do miss my Disney movie watching goofy husband though.”

Astiratu blew him a kiss, then with a few blinks and a shiver Liam was back, looking around in confusion. “Where are we?”

“I don't know, babe. Exactly what do you remember?”

“God came back to help with his sister, and now they're together. Whoever takes over my body, he got them back together.”

“Yeah, it was a good thing.” Dean moved to wrap an arm around his husband. “You okay? You were gone for a while, and I know you don't like that.”

Liam gave him a brave little smile. “I think I'm getting used to it. I don't know why me, but...”

“How do you feel?”

“Tired, thirsty, starving.”

“Okay, well, I don't have any food or drink on me, and I don't wanna sleep on the ground here, so let's go see if we can find something nearby.” Liam nodded and they started walking. Every so often Dean would hold up his phone to see if he had service, but there was nothing. “Come on, where are we?” he grumbled.

“Suddenly they heard a woman shout, “Help me!”

They moved toward the voice and they found themselves in a graveyard. Mary Winchester stood there in her white nightgown. “Things just got interesting,” Liam said, while Dean was too shocked to speak.
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