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Hunting Humanity V	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1229 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dean rolled over one morning and found Liam still sleeping. He smiled and leaned in to kiss him and wake him up. “Morning, um...”

“Forget my name?” Liam raised an eyebrow.

“No, Liam, I was just trying to come up with a nickname for you, but nothing is coming to mind.”

“Oh,” Liam nodded. “Why the sudden need for a nickname?”

Dean shrugged. “I dunno. I guess… I mean, our angel friend that likes to possess you, Jesus calls him Cookie, and Lucifer called him Sunshine. I thought it might be nice to have a special pet name for you too.”

Liam ran his hands through Dean’s hair and kissed him again. “Pet names are nice, but not all that important. What matters is how you feel about me.”

Dean looked into his eyes. “I love you very much. How affectionate I am with you should say something to you. Before I met you I was very anti human touch for the most part. I mean, Sam and I would hug on the occasion he cracked open my shell, but that was pretty much it. Now I kiss and cuddle you every chance I get. My shell is all but gone thanks to you. You’ve got me in touch with my feelings. You swept in and turned everything on its head.”

Liam pulled Dean close. “I love you too, I just… When you had that dream a little while back it hurt.”

“I’m sure it did,” Dean nodded and lightly ran his fingertips down Liam’s bare back making him whimper softly. “And even though I can’t control what I dream, I’m sorry. I don’t like hurting you. I like making you feel good.”

“Well, that feels really good,” Liam closed his eyes.

“I know,” Dean smirked. “And I wish I could lay here and do it to you all day. However...” His fingers stopped moving and he kissed the side of Liam’s neck. “The day calls. How’s your gut wound by the way?”

“Still sore, but better,” Liam answered. “And can’t the day just leave a voice message? I propose we stay here and have sex until we’re too sore to walk.”

Dean chuckled and kissed Liam. “As fun as that sounds, I gotta pee and I’m hungry.”

Liam sighed and got out of bed with Dean. Sam was feeding John breakfast and Dean noticed a little bite mark on his brother’s neck. “Love bite?” Dean chuckled.

“Yeah, from John,” Sam answered. “I was hugging him after changing his diaper this morning and he friggen bit me!”

Liam chuckled and grabbed a plate of bacon and eggs. “About his age I stared biting as a sign of affection. My brother just let me do it and I grew out of it around like nine or ten.”

“You bit your brother?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“As a sign of affection, yes. I still bite during sex sometimes.”

Dean shook his head. “You really are a freaking nutbag. I love you dearly, but you don’t have any marbles left in the jar.”

“I had marbles?”

“Maybe at some point,” Sam chuckled. “But they all disappeared into the abyss I think. Though, you may be right, the bite may have been affection. I don’t think I’m just gonna let him keep doing it though. I’m gonna teach him to kiss instead, much less painful that way.”

Liam shrugged. “Whatever. But there’s something to be said for a good slobbery bite that says I love you.” With a smirk he grabbed Dean’s arm and bit it gently.”

“Hey!” Dean smacked him lightly in the back of the head. “You can kiss and you can hug, but I am not your brother, you can’t bite me.”

“But I love you,” Liam pouted and leaned over to kiss Dean’s cheek.

“See John,” Sam turned to his son. “Biting bad, kissing good,” he kissed the baby’s cheek. John kissed him back. “There you go!” Sam smiled. “That’s how you show affection.”

“Hey, guys,” Natalie came in the kitchen. “Not that I want you all to leave, but I just got a call from a cousin. Something really weird happened in Easter, Pennsylvania. A police officer liquefied.”

“That is weird,” Dean agreed. “And weird is what we do, so we’ll check it out.”

They packed to leave and Sam kissed Natalie and John goodbye. “Love you both,” he said before going to get in the car.

Dean turned to his brother as they headed down the driveway. “You two ever think about getting married?” Dean asked curiously.

Sam shrugged. “Not really. Why?”

“Well, it just seems like you’ve got something good going, you know? You love her, right?”

“Yeah, of course, but things seem fine as they are.”

“You’ve got a kid together.”

“So? Dean, marriage is just a piece of paper. John will be fine without the legal paper. He has two parents that love him, and that’s all he needs. Why the sudden interest?”

Dean shrugged. “Just one of those things that popped into my head.”

“You can’t marry me,” Liam said quietly from the backseat.

“And Babe, that is because of closed minded people. If you wanted me to, I’d take you to a state where it is legal and marry you in a heartbeat. Is that what you want?”

“No,” Liam shook his head. “I like things how they are too. I just want you to love me.”

“And I do. Love is about all I have to give you, but I’ll give you all I’ve got.”

When they arrived Sam directed them to the morgue dressed as FBI. “I don’t get it, if the guy was a mop job what are we doing here?” Dean asked.

They flashed their badges on the way in to some people. “Because I have been keeping an eye on things and there is another body,” Sam answered. He pulled out a body that was covered in boils. “Officer Toby Gray. They just brought him in. Found him dead in his patrol car, sitting at a speed trap on the outside of town.”

Dean picked up a paper on top of the body. “"Extreme allergic reaction."

Sam nodded. “Yeah. Boils. Covered from head to toe.”

Dean kept reading the paper. “Yeah, on the inside, too. It says his airways are chock full of them. There's got to be some sort of link between, uh, skid mark and bubble wrap here. Alright, well, can I get a witness?”

Sam looked at his own notes. “Yep. Uh... Officer Ed Colfax. Saw Hatch go from a solid to a liquid. Hatch's partner.”

“Let’s go,” Dean closed the drawer.

They drove to a suburban neighborhood and knocked on a door. “Hello? Officer Colfax?” Dean called out.

The man opened up in full dress uniform. “Who the hell are you?”

Sam pulled out his FBI ID. “We're the Fed, Ed. We're here to ask you a few follow up questions about your partner's death.”

“Don't worry about it. It's nobody's business,” he slammed the door in their faces.

Sam kicked the door open and they went inside. It looked like every photo in the place had the faces scratched out, and Ed was scratching out the face of his own portrait. “Hey, man, you all right?” Dean asked.

“Don't worry about it,” Ed grumbled again.

Dean sighed. “Right. Look, Officer Colfax, Ed. We think that your partner died of unnatural causes. Did he have any enemies that you know of?”

Ed looked up at them. “You might say that.”

“Oh, yeah? Who's that?” Sam asked.

“They both had it coming. Me too. I'll be the next to go, and then it'll be over. And God will be satisfied.”

“Why does God want you all dead?” Liam asked.

“Because of Christopher Birch.”

“Who's Christopher Birch?” Sam asked.

“Christopher Birch is a kid with no face... and a planted gun.”

Blood started dripping from under Ed’s hat. “Uh, you got a little something...” Dean pointed at his head.

Ed touched his head and saw that it was blood. “Damn. My head's been itching like a dirty jock.”

Ed suddenly fell forward. Sam checked him for a pulse. “Dead.”

A faint buzzing sound could be heard coming from under Ed’s hat. “You hear that?” Dean asked.

They pulled off the hat and found locusts crawling out of Ed’s head. Dean found a jar and caught them and they went to a motel. Dean shook his head. “Sweet. Blood, boils, locusts.”

Sam nodded. “Three of your more popular Egyptian plagues. Meanwhile, a kid named Christopher Birch was shot in the head last month after a vehicle pursuit. Hatch, Gray, and Colfax were the three officers involved, and they all filed the exact same police report.”

Dean picked up the report. “Suspect exited vehicle brandishing a firearm. We were forced to fire. Just a kid with no face and a planted gun. Bunch of dicks. So they pop the kid, plant the piece.”

Sam shrugged. “Maybe Colfax is right. You know, maybe heaven has a hate on for bad cops.”

“No,” Liam shook his head. “That doesn’t sound right.”

“We should call Cas,” Dean suggested.

“You're kidding, right?” Sam scoffed. “The guy just lived with us until he magically got his angel juice back and we haven’t seen him since.”

Dean sat on the bed. “Well, let's give it a shot. Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray to Castiel to get his feathery ass down here.”

Sam shook his head. “You're an idiot.”

Liam’s eyes turned red. “Oh Castiel… Get your ass here this instant before I hunt and shred you!” he shouted.

“Hello,” Castiel appeared by the window.

“Hello?” Sam repeated the word, looking a little irritated.

“Uh, that is still the term?” Castiel looked a little confused.

Sam shook his head. “We don’t hear a word from you for months, and all of a sudden Astiratu screams for you and here you are?”

“I’m a little afraid of him when he’s angry. That, and I came because of this,” he motioned to Dean’s research on the table.

“Wait, so you and the Halo Patrol, you guys aren't the cause of these killings?” Sam asked.

No. But they were committed with one of our weapons. There's only one thing that could have brought this into existence. You call it the Staff of Moses. It was used in a dominance display against the Egyptians, as I recall.”

“Yeah, thanks for the heads up,” Astiratu growled.

Castiel shrugged. “You handled it.”

“But I thought the staff turned, like, a river into blood, not one dude,” Sam looked confused.

“The bible over exaggerated just a bit,” Astiratu said. “I mean, it was no picnic, but...”

“And the weapon isn't being used at full capacity. I think we can rule Moses out as a suspect,” Castiel looked to Astiratu.

“Destroy one human soul and you never hear the end of it...” Astiratu sighed. “What?” he shrugged when Sam and Dean gave him a funny look. “I was hulked out on some serious rage.”

Dean shook his head. “Okay, but what is Chuck Heston's disco stick doing down here anyway? I mean, don't you guys put away your toys?”

Castiel sighed. “Before the apocalypse, heaven may have been corrupt, but it was stable. The staff was safely contained. It's been chaos up there since the war ended. In that confusion a number of powerful weapons were stolen.”

Dean stared at Castiel. “Wait, you're saying your nukes are loose?”

“Yeah, I'm afraid so. But you've stumbled onto one of them. We must find the weapon that did this. I need your help.”

“Ah, so you’ve got another mess you want me to clean up,” Astiratu nodded. “Peachy!”

“A mess you caused. Look, my people skills are rusty. Pardon me, but I have spent the last year as a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent. But believe me, you do not want that weapon down here. Help me find it, or more people will die.”

Dean sighed. “Back to the case. Right now, we got three dead cops. Only thing linking them is this.,” Dean picked up a newspaper clipping. "Father of slain suspect calls for investigation."

Castiel motioned Sam, Dean, and Astiratu close, then he grabbed them and transported them to the Birch’s living room. “Oh, Cas, a little warning next time,” Dean blinked.

“What the... how'd you get in here?” Daryl Birch looked surprised and confused.

Sam pulled out his FBI badge. “Mr. Birch, settle down. Federal agents.”

“But you can't just walk in here!”

Sam motioned to all the clippings on the coffee table. “Quite a collection you've got there, huh? Look, we know the truth, all right? Chris didn't have a gun on him when those cops shot him. They set him up.”

Daryl nodded. “Yeah. They're all getting theirs.”

“And who's giving it to them, Darryl?” Sam asked.

“I didn't kill anyone! Look at how they died!”

“You smote them with the Staff of Moses!” Castiel accused. “We don't have time for this. Where is it?”

A boy came in, brandishing a piece of the staff as if it were a gun. “Leave my dad alone!”

Astiratu sighed. “It should be bigger.”

“Yes, it's been sawed off,” Castiel nodded.

“Leave him alone! It wasn't him!” the boy shouted.

“Aaron, get out of here!” his father ordered.

Castiel pressed his fingers to Daryl’s forehead and he fell unconscious. “What did you do to him?” Aaron asked.

“It's all right. He's just sleeping,” Dean assured the kid.

Aaron pointed the staff at Dean. “Of all the...” Astiratu growled and marched up to snatch it out of the boy’s hands and hit him on the head with it.”

“Astiratu, take it easy!” Dean cried and then turned to Aaron. “Listen, we're not here to hurt you, okay? But we need to know where did you get this thing?”

“Please don't kill my dad. It was me. I did it.”

“Okay, nobody's killing anybody,” Dean spoke in a calm voice. “Where did you get this?”

“You won't believe me”

“Try me.”

“It was an angel. Those liars, they killed my brother, and nothing bad even happened to them. It's not fair. So I prayed to God every night he would punish them. God didn't answer. But he did.”

“His name, did he give you a name?” Castiel asked.

“No. He just said I could have justice, but I was gonna have to take it myself. He gave me the stick.”

Astiratu looked down at the kid. “We both know he didn’t just give it to you, Aaron. What did you give him for it?”

Aaron swallowed. “My soul.”

Astiratu rolled his eyes. “Okay, you’re idiocy is giving me a headache.”

Dean shot him a look. “Astiratu, he’s just a kid.” Then he looked to Castiel. “Can that even happen?”

“It's never happened before. An angel's buying souls. That could explain why he cut the staff into pieces. More pieces, more product.”

“Who is this guy?” Dean asked.

“We'll find him.”

Castiel put his fingers to Aaron’s forehead and the kid fell unconscious. “What did you do that for?” Dean asked.

“Portability,” Castiel answered and they were suddenly back in the motel room.

Dean shook his head. “Cas, you realize you just kidnapped a kid?”

Castiel put the boy on the bed. “If the angel we seek truly bought this boy's soul, when a claim is laid on a living soul, it leaves a mark, a brand. I can read the mark and find the name of the angel that bought the soul.”

“How?” Sam asked.

“Well, painfully for him. The reading will be excruciating.”

“Whoa. Hold on,” Dean held up a hand. “He's a kid, Cas!”

“And the only lead we’ve got,” Astiratu pointed out.

Dean sighed in frustration. “Oh, well, yeah, then by all means, stick your arm right in there.”

Castiel shot Dean a look. “Dean! If I get the name, I can work a ritual to track the angel down.”

“You're gonna torture a kid?” Dean looked upset.

“I can't care about that, Dean! I don't have the luxury.” Castiel stuck his arm in Aaron’s chest and the boy started screaming as his body lit up. Then when Castiel pulled out the boy was unconscious again. “He'll rest now.”

“Okay, so who are we metaphorically castrating?” Astiratu asked.

“Balthazar. I wonder...”

An angel appeared in the room. “Balthazar. Thanks, Castiel. We'll make good use of the name. And by the way, Raphael says hello.”

The angel attacked Castiel and Astiratu grabbed his throat from behind and killed him. “Raphael? The archangel? I'm sorry, what's going on here?” Astiratu raised an eyebrow.

Castiel grabbed a bowl from a cupboard. “I can explain later.”

Astiratu grabbed his hand. “No, you’ll explain now unless you enjoy being a chicken.”

“It is simple. Raphael and his followers, they want him to rule heaven. I and many others the last thing we want is to let him take over. It would be catastrophic.”

“You're talking civil war,” Sam looked a little disturbed.

Castiel nodded. “Technically, yes. Which is why we have to find Balthazar and his weapons before Raphael does. Whoever has the weapons wins the war.” Castiel grabbed Sam’s bag and pulled a few things out.

“And what happens if Raphael wins? What does he want?” Dean asked.

“What he's always wanted, to end the story the way it was written.”

“You mean the apocalypse, the one that we derailed?”

“Yes. That one. Raphael wants to put it back on the rails. Then he wants to get rid of you,” Castiel pointed to Astiratu. “I need myrrh.” Castiel disappeared for a moment. The he reappeared and started drawing on the table with chalk.

“Why does Raphael want to bring back all this crap?” Dean asked.

“He's a traditionalist.”

“Why does he want rid of me?” Astiratu asked. “I mean, I know I’m not easy to get along with but...”

“Because things almost happened the way they were supposed to until you got your delicate sensibilities hurt. You’re in the way.”

“Can they? I mean, I was under the impression...”

“Your destruction manual is in your file. It would take three archangels to do it, but… I expected more from my brothers. I'm sorry. Now I need your blood.” He grabbed Dean’s hand and sliced his palm.

“Whoa! Hey! Ahh! Why don't you use your own?” Dean asked as his blood dripped into the bowl.

“It wouldn't work. I'm not human.” Castiel added holy water and myrrh to the bowl and concentrated. “Got him. Let's go.”

“What about him?” Dean motioned to Aaron who was still on the bed.

“Don't you think the police will take him home?”

They were transported to a mansion. Castiel made his way upstairs.

Sam, Dean, and Astiratu were patrolling around outside when they came across and angel holding a sword. “Hey, there,” Sam pulled out an angel killing sword of his own. “Yeah, I got one of those, too.”

The angel appeared behind Sam holding the knife to his throat. “You think you can knife fight an angel?”

The angel stiffened when Astiratu stabbed him from behind. “Maybe he can’t, but I can.” A second angel appeared and they fought. Astiratu maneuvered around to plunge the sword in his back as well. “Checkmate.”

They found Castiel and Balthazar next to a large pile of salt. Astiratu trapped the angel in a ring of lightning. “Why you buying up human souls, anyway?” Castiel asked.

“In this economy? It's probably the only thing worth buying. Do you have any idea what souls are worth? What power they hold? Now release me.”

Dean glared at the angel. “Suck it, ass clown. Nobody said anything...” Castiel moved behind Astiratu and grabbed his arms, holding them behind him. “Cas, what the hell?”

Castiel looked to his brother. “My debt to you is cleared.”

“Fair enough,” Balthazar nodded before disappearing.

Suddenly Sam, Dean, and Liam were back in the motel. Liam looked outside and looked like he might cry. “It happened again.”

Dean pulled him in for a hug. “I know you hate it, but you’re strong and can handle it.”

“I’m starting to think the only way out is...” he eyed the knife still on the table.

Dean grabbed Liam’s jaw and looked him in the eye. “Don’t even think it. I need you too much.”

“It’s not me you need,” tears welled up in Liam’s eyes.

“Yes, it is,” Dean nuzzled him. “I love you. I’m a little hungry. What’s say we go grab a bite then curl up in bed and snuggle?”

“Okay,” Liam nodded.

When Dean let go of Liam Sam hugged him. “You looked like you could use another one. You are really an awesome friend. You can’t be replaced.”

Liam gave them a small smile and grabbed his jacket.
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