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Hunting Humanity VII	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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They sat in the library, Liam sipping a cup of tea. “I miss my tea at home,” Liam sighed. “And this whole thing really sucks.”

“I know,” Dean patted his hand. “But one problem at a time, and your tea isn’t that high on the priority list I’m sorry to say.”

“I bet you haven’t even told your brother.”

“Told me what?” Sam perked up.

Dean sighed and sat back. “Liam asked me to marry him. I told him I would, but after we figure all this out.”

“Wow,” Sam seemed surprised. “That’s actually great! But why wouldn’t you tell me that sooner?”

“Because you’ve got a little bit on your mind. You haven’t been well. Everything is just… Crowley is killing people and given every demon in existence an order to stay away from us.”

“Crowley is a demon, is he not?” Liam asked.

Dean gave him a funny look. “That’s a really stupid question.”

Liam glared back. “Well, thanks for that. Don’t you see where I’m going with this? You say that no demon will get near you, but Crowley is a demon, and he’ll get nice and close if he thinks you are giving him what he wants. Demons jerk humans around all the time, I’d say it’s about time we jerk one of them right back.”

Dean grabbed Liam’s face and kissed him. “You’re a fucking genius!”

Liam chuckled. “From stupid to genius in less than a minute. That’s an impressive trick.”

“Shut up,” Dean grabbed the phone and went to call Crowley.

“You have less than one minute before a very dear, attractive, and slightly tipsy friend of yours snuffs it.”

“Call it off, Crowley,” Dean demanded.

“Because?”

“Because it's over, you son of a bitch. We want to deal.”

“Thirty seconds.”

“We stop the trials, and you stop the killing.”

“I want the Demon Tablet; the whole Demon Tablet.”

“Fine, but then the Angel Tablet comes to us.”

“On what grounds?”

“On the grounds that you're a douche bag and no douche bag should have that much power. Deal or not?”

“First, I need to hear two little words. I surrender.”

Dean rolled his eyes and looked to his brother and Liam. “Fine. I surrender. You happy?”

The next day they had Kevin take them to where he hid half the tablet. It turned out to be buried under a road sign advertising chili that had a big picture of a cartoon devil. Dean shook his head while Kevin dug. “You hid the Demon Tablet underneath the devil? Seriously?”

“What? I was delirious.” He took out both halves and they mended themselves. Then he handed it to Sam. “You sure this is gonna work?”

Sam tucked it into his jacket pocket. “What choice do we have?”

Dean then took the key to the bunker out and handed it to Kevin. “Alright, listen, this is a secret lair. You understand me? No keggers.”

Kevin took the key. “I don't have any friends.”

“Yeah, well, just lay low. Who knows? You'll be a mathlete again before you know it.”

“You guys? You're doing the right thing.”

They then drove to Bobby’s old junk yard where they agreed to meet Crowley. Dean parked and looked to Liam. “And you’re sure this will work?”

Liam blinked. “You doubt me now?”

“Not completely, it’s just… We can’t afford to screw this up.” He saw the look on Liam’s face and frowned. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m just a little on edge here. You haven’t let us down yet, so I trust you, okay?”

Liam nodded and they got out of the car. “Hello, boys,” Crowley appeared several feet away. “What's that old expression? Success has many fathers. Failure is a Winchester. Where's the stone?”

Dean’s eyes narrowed. “You show us yours, and we'll show you ours.”

“Really, Dean? I'm trying to conduct a professional negotiation here, and you want to talk dangly bits?” Sam slowly pulled the tablet from his jacket pocket to show it to him. “There she is.” Crowley opened his jacket to reveal the Angel Tablet.

“And the contract?” Dean looked rather unhappy. Crowley pulled out a scroll and unrolled a very long piece of paper. Dean snorted. “Yeah, I'm sure there's no hidden agendas in there.”

“The highlights; we swap tablets, you stand down from the trials forever.”

“You stop killing everyone we've ever saved,” Sam added.

“Agreed.” Dean pulled out a pen to sign, but Crowley jerked the contract back. “Nice try, squirrel. Moose is doing these trials. Moose signs.”

Dean shook his head. “No. He's not signing anything until I read the fine print.”

“I can read it,” Sam insisted.

“Hey, you wanted me here. I'm here. But I'll be damned if I'm gonna let him screw us even more.”

“What's this? Trouble in paradise, boys?” Crowley laughed.

“No,” Dean shook his head. “I’m just going to have to read the contract before I let my brother sign it is all. You mind?”

Crowley motioned to it. “Have at it.” Dean started going over it, mouthing the words silently as he read along, every so often stepping closer and closer to Crowley. “You're gonna move your lips the whole way up here, aren't you? You know why I always defeat you? It's your humanity. It's a built in handicap. You always put emotion ahead of good, old fashioned common sense. Let's have the big galoot sign it now, shall we?” Dean took one more step, then in the blink of an eye slapped a handcuff on Crowley’s wrist. “Is this a joke? You realize all I have to do is...” He snapped his fingers and nothing happened.

Dean smirked. “Demonic handcuffs, jackass. No flicking, no teleporting, no smoking out, oh, and no deal. Which pretty much means that you're our bitch.”

“Fine. You want to play chain gang? Let's.” Crowley punched Dean. “You saddled yourself to the wrong bull, mate.”

Dean punched him back and reached into his jacket, pulling out the Angel Tablet and handing it to Sam. “I can do this all day, because you know what? Damn, it feels good! But sooner or later, you're gonna have to face it, you're ours. Which means that your demon ass is going to be a mortal ass pretty damn quick.”

Crowley looked to Sam. “What's he mouthing on about?”

“You're the third trial, Crowley,” Sam smirked.

Dean dragged Crowley back to the car, getting in the backseat with him. Liam got into the driver’s seat and drove them to an old abandoned church. Dean took Crowley inside and put some extra chains on him and put a devil’s trap around him. “You really think this is gonna hold me, that you're gonna cure me or whatever it is?”

Dean said nothing as he finished and went outside. “He's primed. How you feeling?” he said to Sam.

“Honestly, for the first time in a long time, it feels like we're gonna win. I'm good.”

“Alright, well, no dancing in the end zone until we're finished. What's the good father's playbook say now?”

“Well... Now that we got the consecrated ground, I just, uh, I slip Crowley one dose of blood every hour for eight hours and seal the deal with a bloody fist sandwich. That should do it.”

“Your blood's supposed to be purified, isn't it? You ever, uh, you ever done the forgive me, father before?”

“Well, once, when we were kids. Which is why I have no clue what to say now.”

“That’s where I come in handy,” Liam handed Sam a piece of paper with a bunch of words written on it. “Son of a priest, remember? My father left the priesthood and became a minister solely because of the celibate thing. Otherwise, he was still very much a priest.”

“Except for being the world’s biggest douche bag.” Dean commented.

Liam let out a little sigh. “Like I told you, he knew.”

“Shut up, he didn’t know jack!”

“Anyway,” Liam turned to Sam. “You go into the little confessional thing. You confess everything you can think of, then you read that. I think it’s right. It’s been a really long time, but that stuff was drilled into my head from a young age. Until my father died he made my brother and I both go into the closet and do confession every Sunday morning before church.”

“Thanks,” Sam gave Liam a little smile and headed inside the church.

Suddenly Castiel appeared behind them. “Dean, I need your help.”

Dean didn’t even look at him. “Little busy, Cas. Take a number.”

“I'm afraid this can't wait. Naomi has taken Metatron.”

Dean then turned around. “And you know Metatron how?”

“I've been working with him on the angel trials.”

“The what?”

“We're gonna shut it all down, heaven, hell, all of it.”

“Metatron, the guy who was full on crazy, cat lady hoarder angel yesterday, now he wants to save heaven?”

“Yes, he wants to. But I'm the only one in who can. I can't fail, Dean, not on this one. I need your help.”

“Look, Cas, that's all well and good, okay, but you're asking me to leave Sam, and we've got Crowley in there tied and trussed. Now, if anybody needs a chaperone while doing the heavy lifting, it's Sam.”

“You should go,” Sam said from behind him. “Seriously.”

“Oh, what, and leave you here with the King of Hell? Come on.”

“I got this. And if you guys can lock the angels up, too...That's a good day.”

“I’ll stay with him,” Liam offered. “I can be his special little helper.”

Dean sighed. “Look, I... I'm down with sending the angels back to heaven, just because they're dicks. But the demons? This is on us. Start the injections now. If I'm not back in eight hours, finish it, no questions, no hesitation.”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded and headed into the church with Liam close behind. Sam grabbed a needle to draw blood from himself while Crowley watched.

“You really think injecting me with human blood is gonna make me human? Did you read that on the back of a cereal box?” Sam injected it into his neck and Crowley growled in pain. “You're miles out of your league, moose. See you in an hour.”

A few hours passed in silence. “How are you feeling?” Liam asked Sam.

“Um, okay I think. I’m focused, so that’s good. Do you really think your dad treated you the way he did because you honestly deserved it?”

Liam shrugged. “I’m not exactly normal, now am I? Maybe what makes me so different is what killed my mother, and he had a right to be angry. Maybe he could sense that there was something off about me.”

“Liam, we’ve been over this. For one, you do good. You have gifts that God gave you. You should have been cherished, not… not what he did.”

Liam gave a little nod. “Some days it’s hard to believe that, but thank you. Making me a part of your family the way you have, it really means a lot.”

Sam took another syringe of blood and injected it into Crowley’s neck. Crowley bit him hard and Sam cried out in pain. “What the hell, Crowley?” Sam punched him. “Biting? Seriously?” He went outside and Liam followed.

A few more hours passed. “How we doing, Moose? Ain't it about time for the next love injection?” Then the church started to rumble and the floor cracked. Crowley looked smug. “Did you really think you could kidnap the King of Hell and no one was gonna notice?”

The door burst open and a man stepped in. “Hello, boys.”

“That's my line. Adrian? And the rest of the cavalry?”

“Oh, no, it’s just me.”

“Brilliant. Why send in a few grunts when you can send in a knight? Say your prayers, Moose.”

“Another one?” Liam looked surprised before he and Sam were thrown through a window and knocked out. He came to after a few minutes and saw the demon actually attacking Crowley. Sam was stirring behind him as the blond raised his hand and the demon burst into white flames. He shrieked and smoked out quickly, leaving the body behind to burn.

Liam put Crowley back upright. “Somebody doesn’t like the way you run things. Shocker there.”

Sam picked up the spray paint to fix the devil’s trap. “Hold on. Uh, what's that?” Crowley asked.

“It's what it looks like,” Sam answered as he fixed the cracked spot.

“Are you joking? I just saved your lives.”

Sam laughed. “Seriously? You tried to get us killed.”

“Seriously? Me, seriously? We just shared a foxhole. We beat back the Tet Offensive, outrun the Rape of Nanking together! And still you're gonna do me like this?” Sam injected him with more blood. “Band of Brothers? The Pacific? None of this means anything to you? All those motels, you never once watched HBO, not once? Girls? You're my Marnie, Moose. And Hannah, she just, she needs to be loved. She deserves it. Don't we all, we deserve to be loved. I deserve to be loved! I just want to be loved.”

“What?” Sam blinked.

Liam looked to Sam. “I think it’s working.”

“Would it be possible, Moose...I'd like to ask you a favor, Sam. Earlier, when you were confessing back there, what did you say? I only ask because, given my history it raises the question... Where do I start to even look for forgiveness? I mean...”

“How about we start with this?” Sam showed him the syringe of blood he’d just taken. Strangely enough Crowley just tilted his head and accepted the injection.

When the time came Sam started the incantation. Then he sliced open his palm. Just as he was about to finish it Dean burst through the door. “Sammy, stop! Easy there. Okay. Just take it easy. We got a slight change of plan.”

Sam looked confused. “What? What's going on? Where's Cas?”

“Metatron lied. You finish this trial, you're dead, Sam.”

Sam paused a minute. “So? Look at him. Look at him! Look how close we are! Other people will die if I don't finish this!”

“Think about it. Think about what we know, huh? Pulling souls from hell, curing demons, hell, ganking a hellhound! We have enough knowledge on our side to turn the tide here. But I can't do it without you.”

“You can barely do it with me. I mean, you think I screw up everything I try. You think I need a chaperone, remember?”

“Come on, man. That's not what I meant.”

“No, it's exactly what you meant. You want to know what I confessed in there? What my greatest sin was? It was how many times I let everyone down. I can't do that again.” He started tearing up a little. “What happens when you've decided I can't be trusted again? I mean, who are you gonna turn to next time instead of me? Another angel, another vampire? Do you have any idea what it feels like to watch your brother just...”

“Hold on, hold on! You seriously think that? Because none of it is true. Listen, man, I know we've had our disagreements, okay? Hell, I know I've said some junk that set you back on your heels. But, Sammy...come on. I killed Benny to save you. I'm willing to let this bastard and all the sons of bitches that killed mom walk because of you. Don't you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you! It has never been like that, ever! I need you to see that. I'm begging you.”

“He’s right,” Liam turned to Sam. “I know things have been rough lately, but you’re my adopted brother. You’re not perfect, but nobody is. You tell me to give myself a break. You told Dean to give Cas a break. Don’t you think you deserve a break too?”

“How do I stop?” Sam squeezed his hand and blood dripped to the floor. His hand glowed orange for a moment.

“Just let it go,” Dean said.

“I can’t. It's in me, Dean. You don't know what this feels like.”

“Hey, listen, we will figure it out, okay, just like we always do. Come on.” Dean wrapped a bandanna around his hand and pulled him in for a hug. “Come on. Let it go, okay? Let it go, brother.” The orange glow started to fade. “See?”

Sam doubled over in pain and Dean carried him outside. “Sam? I got you, little brother. You're gonna be just fine.” Sam fell on the ground, groaning in severe pain. “Cas? Castiel?! Where the hell are you?”

Liam suddenly looked up at the sky to see streaks of light falling to earth. “Uh, what’s going on?”

“Angels. They're falling.”
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