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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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Sam, Dean, and Liam sat in Becky’s apartment with Nathan. Becky held her son in her lap, but the little boy was acting distressed, squirming and fussing. “It’s like he doesn’t know me,” Becky was just as upset.

“He probably doesn’t remember you,” Sam pointed out. “He was only a little over a year old the last time he saw you. Babies don’t have great memories.”

She glared at him. “Well, whose fault is that?”

“Yours. First you fought me for custody, and I don’t understand why.”

“He’s my son! You were trying to take him. What did you expect me to do?”

Sam couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Becky, the report from child services said it all. He was suffering from neglect in your care.”

“Yeah, well, being a single mother is not easy. I still had to work. And yeah, sometimes I needed a break, a little me time.”

“Becky, it doesn’t work that way. Babies require constant attention and care. I could’ve told you that, but you had this vision. It isn’t Nathan’s fault that your plans didn’t pan out. That’s why I took custody of him. When Natalie needs a break she doesn’t just dump him somewhere. She hired a nanny to help when I’m not home. And when we are home it’s all hands on deck.”

“He probably thinks that woman is mother now.”

“Yeah, he calls her Mommy.”

“And you don’t correct him?” Becky was angry.

“He’s two and he doesn’t understand complex ideas yet. John calls her Mommy because she is his mother. And she is Nathan’s primary care giver most of the time. When he’s older I can explain it to him. For now...”

“Then what am I supposed to do? Look at him. He doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

“You could try playing with him. I brought his favorite toy. Liam, hand me the xylophone please.”

Liam dug into the bag they brought and pulled out the toy. “He loves this thing,” he said as he handed it to Sam.

Sam reached for his son and got down on the floor with him, the toy between them. Sam took the stick for it and hit a few notes. Nathan seemed to calm down pretty quick and smile. “Here, your turn,” Sam handed him the stick. Nathan hit a key hard and giggled. “No,” Sam grabbed his hand. “Remember, play easy.” Sam looked up at Becky while Nathan hit a few more notes much gentler. “See, not much to it. Good ice breaker.”

“I don’t know,” Becky slid down on the floor with them.

Sam’s eyes suddenly flashed blue. “May I speak to you two in private a moment?” he looked to Dean and Liam. They got up and followed him out into the hall. Ezekiel turned to them when the door was closed. “I have news. I've picked up chatter among the angels. Not all are wandering around in confusion.”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, some of them are after Cas.”

“There is a faction that is rapidly organizing and finding human vessels to contain them.”

“Led by Naomi?”

“I have not heard that name, no. But it is this faction's leadership who want Castiel found. You see, Dean, I can be useful.”

“So can my brother. So, why don't you go check your email, and if I need your help, I'll let you know.”

“Dean.”

“I said I'll let you know.”

Sam blinked and looked around. “What are we doing out in the hall?”

“I just brought you out here because I had a thought. We haven’t heard from Cas in a while. I’m getting worried. I think we should go find him.”

“Yeah, but since he’s human now travel will take longer,” Sam pointed out.

“Let’s just say I’ve had a gut feeling of my own.” Dean led them back into the apartment. “Becky, duty calls, we gotta go.”

She looked disappointed. “Already? He was just starting to warm up to me again. Maybe you could leave him for a little while.”

“No,” Sam said firmly. “You wanted me to bring him for a visit, so I did. Now he’s gotta go back.” Sam scooped up his son and Liam grabbed everything and they were out the door.

As soon as they were back at the house they set up shop in the den. Dean had a map laid out with circles, and Sam was working on his laptop. “Alright, so this is where Cas called from on Tuesday, Longmont, Colorado. Each circle is how far he might have gotten in one, two, and three days out.” Dean looked to his brother.

“Okay. Here we go. The same day he called from Longmont, weird murder, same town. Cops said it was like the girl was blasted from the inside out.”

“Angel kill. They might have just missed Cas. Unless they got him.”

Sam pulled up another article. “You got an Emory Park, Iowa?”

Dean scanned the map. “Emory Park, Emory Park. I just saw that. Yeah, a couple days outside of Longmont.”

“Okay, because two priests were murdered there Thursday. Eyes blown out, evidence of torture. They were impaled on posts.”

Dean sighed. “Angels are looking for info. Man, if they get to him before we do...”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded.

They drove quickly out to the church, and dressed as FBI agents pulled a man aside to ask him questions. “Yeah. Yeah, I think I know this guy you're talking about. Sounds like Clarence,” he said when they gave him Castiel’s description.

“Clarence?” Dean blinked.

“The church, it runs a shelter in town, and we work here. We earn our keep. Clarence spent a couple nights, and then had to move on.”

“And he left the day the bodies were found?” Dean asked.

“Matter of fact. Oh, man, those poor guys were a mess. They must have suffered bad. But at least now they're with the angels.”

“Clarence happen to mention where he was headed?”

“No. He just said he always had to keep going.”

Dean and Liam thanked the man and headed back to the car where Sam was on his laptop. “Alright. Well, he's definitely been here. Good news is he's getting cagey. He's using a fake name, Clarence. What'd you come up with?”

“Another angel kill, outside a town called Lafayette about a day's travel east of here.”

“What is that, Indiana?”

“Yeah. Body was found in a homeless camp. Insides barbecued, the whole nine.”

“Homeless guy?”

“No, a pharmacist from Dayton.”

They drove to the next town and stopped at the police station to ask the police chief about the murder. “Damnedest thing I ever saw. Victim had a stab wound, but it's not what killed him. It's like his insides were-”

“Vaporized?” Dean finished the sentence. “It's been going around.”

“So, this guy was a pharmacist from Ohio?” Sam asked.

“Apparently. Total family man, religious. One day, just hops in the SUV, takes off, dies under a bridge here from God knows what. This is his stuff. Help yourselves.” the chief handed them two plastic bags.

“Thanks,” Dean took the bags and started going through them. He picked up the guy’s phone and started messing with it.

“Anything?” Sam asked.

“Nothing weird. Crappy music, a lot of podcasts, all the same one. Reverend Buddy Boyle's Goin' for Glory Hour.”

Sam gave a little shrug. “Cop said he was religious.” Dean played one of the podcasts, skimming through it. In it the man was urging people to let the angels in. Sam looked to his brother. “Angels can't possess a human without permission, right?”

“Yep,” Dean confirmed.

“So, what, they're using this guy to find vessels?”

“It's a willing audience. They're all religious types like our pharmacist here. Buddy Boyle was telling them to let the angels take them over.”

“Like body snatchers.”

“How big a reach does this Boyle guy have?”

Sam typed a search into the computer. A map came up with tons of red dots all over the world. “Pretty much the entire planet.”

“I don’t like this,” Liam commented. “So wrong on so many levels.” He leaned against Dean a little bit.

“Me either,” Dean pushed him away. “But right now is not the time to get cuddly, Babe. Later tonight, okay?”

Liam sighed. “Okay.” He followed them out of the station.

They took the suits off and went to the homeless camp to try and gather more information. The people there were less than helpful. Dean sighed in frustration. “Look, for the billionth time, we're just looking for some information, okay? We're not cops. I mean, do we look like cops?” The people looked around at each other and nodded. “Well, we're not cops. We just need to find a friend who's in it deep.”

Sam stepped forward. “Look, he might have been here the night that guy was killed. Were any of you here then?”

One of the men came forward. “Maybe.”

Dean nodded. “Oh, okay. Uh, he's got dark hair, blue eyes, a little out of it. He maybe called himself Clarence?”

“Clarence, yeah,” the homeless man nodded.

“You two talk?” Sam asked.

“Not much. I think he was on the run.”

“You see him with the uh, victim?”

“No. He went off to sleep in another part of the resort.”

“Where?” Dean asked.

“He's not there now.”

“Where'd he go?” Sam asked.

“I saw him running from under the bridge to the highway.”

“You gonna pay us for all this teeth pulling? Where was he headed?” Dean was starting to get irritated.

“He flagged a truck heading north. Detroit, probably. Truck was marked Motor City Meats.”

Liam leaned in to whisper into Dean’s ear. “We’re being followed.”

Dean gave him a little nod of understanding and a silent look to communicate everything to his brother. They headed to a convenience store to grab some supplies as if they were none the wiser. When they exited the store Sam grabbed a little container with a piece of pie in it. “Look at these chemicals. Do you even read the label?”

Dean snatched it back. “No. I read pie. The rest is just blah, blah, blah. Listen, when we hit Detroit, we start with the homeless shelters.”

Sam nodded. “Right, then go to the encampments, soup kitchens.”

“Check out places that he might have gone looking for work.”

“Yeah, and I can check for vagrancy arrests.”

“Yeah, and, you know...” Dean mimed a head exploding. “Odd deaths.”

“When we find him I am so putting a GPS tracker on him,” Liam sighed. “I don’t like this chase game.”

They rounded a corner into an alley and stealthy disappeared. When the man following them entered the alley they jumped out, Sam slamming him against a wall and holding an angel blade to his throat. “Who are you? Why are you trailing us?”

It turned out he was a reaper, and he was trying to follow them to get to Castiel. They took him to an abandoned warehouse for a little more questioning, handcuffing him to a pipe in the ceiling and slashing him with the angel blade. Dean made a cut across his shoulder. “So, Maurice. You bounty hunters are like Delta Force reapers. Why would they sic you on Cas?”

“He warded himself.”

“Naomi hire you?”

The reaper chuckled. “You really are out of the loop. Naomi's dead. Resting in pieces.”

“So then who's running things now?” Sam asked.

The reaper was silent so Dean made a pretty deep cut down his belly. “Answer!”

“Her protege, Bartholomew. He's an up and comer.”

Sam gave a little nod. “So he figured we'd lead you to Cas.”

“This Bartholomew, he organizing the angels?” Dean asked.

The reaper was quiet again. This time it was Liam who stepped forth and just touched him. There was a flash and the reaper’s body convulsed as if it was shocked hard. “That's all I know. You can kill me. It won't matter. If I don't find Castiel, there are others that will. But do what you want.”

“Sure,” Dean plunged the angel blade up through his jaw and killed him. “Let’s go,” he motioned to his companions. “We gotta get to Detroit.”

They got to the city a few hours later and scoured the place, not really knowing exactly what they were looking for. Sometime in the morning Dean pulled over into an empty parking lot. “What's up?” Sam asked.

Dean sighed. “We've been chasing our tails all night. No Cas. I'm fried. I think it's time for plan B.”

“I'm not following.”

Dean turned to look Sam in the eye. “I'm letting you know.”

Sam was confused. “Okay. Um, letting me know what?”

“I'm letting you know,” Dean repeated in a stronger tone.

Ezekiel finally took over. “What is it, Dean?”

“I need your help.”

“That is flattering. We've been through this. I cannot be making public appearances.”

“Oh, I understand that. I'm not asking you to walk the red carpet, Zeke, okay? I need your help finding Cas.”

“It cannot be done. He is warded.”

“I know that, but maybe you can use your intergalactic, hyperspace, X-ray eyeballs to find someone else. There might be a reaper for rent on his ass. Could you find them?”

“I could try.” Ezekiel sat back and concentrated.

Ezekiel was able to lead them to an apartment. They burst in to find Castiel tied to a chair, and a woman with an angel blade on him. “Cas!” Dean called out, pulling his own angel blade just before the woman stabbed Castiel and advanced on them.

Dean and Liam were suddenly thrown into the kitchen, and Sam into a closet. The woman smirked as she approached Sam. “This girl's popular with all the boys.”

Sam climbed to his feet, but she punched him back down. Dean got up while she wasn’t looking and grabbed the blade still sticking out of Castiel. As soon as she turned around he stabbed her with it, killing her in a flash of light. Then Dean went over to check on Castiel. “Cas! No. Sam, he's gone,” his voice cracked when Sam got back up.

Sam’s hand touched Castiel, and it was clearly Ezekiel because all of Castiel’s wounds healed with a gentle glow of light. Then the angel stumbled backward and fell unconscious again. Castiel inhaled sharply and his eyes opened. “Dean,” he croaked.

“Hey! Yeah,” Dean gave a little smile.

Liam got up from the kitchen floor, a little trickle of blood streaming from his temple where it had hit the counter. “Looks like I missed the party.”

“Yeah, but you’re okay, right?”

“I think so.”

Sam then got up, looking a little confused. “Cas. You're okay.”

Dean looked down at Castiel. “Never do that again!”

“All right. But I'm confused. I know she stabbed me, but I'm, well, I don't appear to be dead.”

“Liam did his freak thing,” Dean lied, giving Liam a quick little look to tell him to keep his mouth shut.

“Oh,” Castiel nodded, seeming to accept that.

“Come on, let’s get back to the bunker,” Dean said as he untied Castiel.

They returned to the bunker, and after a little rest Sam and Dean went for some food. “You know, you never answered my question. How did you know where to find Cas?” Sam asked when they returned.

“I told you. I went through the reaper’s pockets. I found an address and took a shot.”

“I never saw you go through Maurice's pockets.”

“What are you talking about? I don't see half of the nerdy stuff that you do. It doesn't mean that you don't do nerdy stuff.” Dean tossed Liam a burrito when they entered the library.

Castiel came in looking much cleaner and refreshed. “I am really enjoying this place. Plentiful food. Good water pressure. Things I never even considered before. There really is a lot to being human, isn't there?”

Dean smirked. “It ain't all just burritos and strippers, my friend.”

“Yeah. I understand what you're saying. There's more to humanity than survival. You... look for purpose, and you must not be defeated by anger or despair. Or hedonism, for that matter.”

“Where does hedonism come into it?” Dean asked.

“Well, my time with April was very educational.”

Sam gave a little nod. “Yeah. I mean, I would think that getting killed is something.”

“And having sex.”

Dean choked on his burrito. “You had sex with April? So... did you have protection?”

“I had my angel blade. In any event, I do now see how difficult life can be and how well you three have led it. And I think you'll be great teachers.”

“Thanks, Cas,” Dean gave him a little smile.

“Are there any more burritos?”

“Yeah,” Dean pointed toward the kitchen and the former angel went off to grab one. Dean sat down at the table. “Our little Cas. He gave it up to a reaper. That is-”

Sam’s eyes flashed blue. “Castiel cannot stay here. He will bring the angels down on all of us.”

Dean looked confused. “No, no, he's got the Enochian tattoo. He's warded.”

“He was warded when April found him, and she killed him.”

“Yes, and you brought him back, and I thank you for that, but this is Cas, okay, who vouched for you when I didn't know you from Jack. The bunker is safe.”

“Bartholomew is massing a force. We cannot stand an incursion. Castiel is in danger, and if he is here, I am in danger.”

“Wait, you're in danger? From who, the angels?”

“If he stays, I am afraid I will have no choice but to leave.”

“Oh, no, you can't do that. Sam's not well enough. If you leave his body...”

“I know. I am sorry.”

With a deep sigh Dean got up and went into the kitchen where Castiel was happily munching on a burrito. “Epic food. I can't get enough.”

“Cas, uh, can we talk?”

“Of course. Dean, you know I always appreciate our talks, our time together.”

“Listen, buddy. Um... You can't stay.”
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