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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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The next morning Sam wanted to start trying to figure out what happened to baby Amara. Things also got more complicated when Castiel showed up. He didn't look well at all, and he told them what happened after Rowena completed the spell. She used the attack dog spell on the angel to make him go after Crowley. Crowley was somehow able to escape, but the spell was still in effect. There was also the little matter of other angels detaining and torturing him to find out where Metatron was. Castiel had no idea, but they didn't believe him.

They chained Castiel up to a chair with a blanket around his shoulders and decided to focus on one problem at a time, Amara first. Sam made a few phone calls, and then while he was telling everyone else what he'd found out Dean got a far away look in his eyes. “Dean?” Sam tried to get his brother's attention. “Dean!” he shouted when Dean didn't answer the first time.

“What?” Dean snapped out of it.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Just saying we got nothing. No one saw anything unusual going on at the house the day the baby disappeared.”

“If this is truly the Darkness we're talking about, it's more of a time bomb than a baby,” Castiel added his opinion.

“Yeah, but it is still a baby, right? I mean, the Darkness I saw was an adult. So it still has to, uh, grow up,” Dean was trying to make sense of it.

“The Darkness is almost infinite power. I'm not sure what growing up means in this case.”

“Well, God kicked this thing's ass once before, right?” Sam was choosing to remain optimistic.

“Yeah, it'd be nice if he'd put down the Mai Tai and show up for work,” Dean pointed out.

“I wouldn't count on it,” Castiel added.

“It's possible he's around. Closer than we think, you know?” Sam argued.

“If heaven knows, than he knows,” Liam gave his opinion. “And if he plans on doing anything about it, we haven't seen any evidence of it.”

“It's only been two days. You never know.”

“I believe he made a fairly definitive statement when he walked away,” Castiel said as he tried to get up, but the chains prevented that.

Dean frowned at that. “Sorry about those, Cas. Till we know what's going on with you, you're still a bit of a wild card, you know?”

“I hate to point this out, but you know who we might need to help deal with the Darkness,” Sam brought it up.

“Don't even say it,” Dean knew where his brother was going.

“He was God's scribe. He did hear about everything.”

“Everything that was put in the tablets. This was thought to be a non problem, so it probably wasn't even mentioned,” Liam pointed out. “Not to mention that on top of being in hiding, he's a slippery bastard that keeps tricking everyone for his own gain.”

Cas closed his eyes and a deep shiver ran through him. Dean looked concerned. “Cas, you okay, pal?”

“It's the spell,” the angel answered.

Sam sighed. “We were hoping your angel wiring would fight it off, or slow it down at least.”

“It appears I simply respond differently from humans.”

“If you were you human, you'd be gone. With you, it's like it's digging deeper,” Dean observed.

“You know, Rowena's the only one who can remove it,” Sam didn't like the fact.

“But maybe...” Liam got up and moved toward the angel, but Dean grabbed his arm and forced him to sit back down.

“We talked about this. Your inner freak can do some amazing things, but for a while now it's been taking a lot out of you. I'm saying no because I care.”

“Dean's right,” Castiel gave the blond a small smile. “The thought is appreciated, but I can see what it does to your body to use your soul's power.”

Liam sank back in the chair, rather unhappy. “What good does it do to be a freak but not be able to do anything?”

Dean took his hand. “I know how much you want to help, but I'd rather have you around for a long time. We don't know where Rowena is either, but we'll find her.”

They decided to shift gears for the moment and search for Rowena. Dean tried to call Crowley in case he knew anything. She was his mother. There was no answer. “Come on, Crowley, pick up. I've left you a dozen messages. Why isn't he answering the phone?”

“Because he's a dick, and that's not breaking news,” Sam answered.

“He's gotta have Rowena in his sights, right? I mean, she did try to take him out.”

“He's not gonna deliver Rowena to us just so she can lift the spell. He'd rather let it do whatever it's gonna do to me,” Castiel wasn't optimistic.

“He's gotta be up to something,” Dean sat back down at the table.

“Yeah. Again, not breaking news,” Sam said while he looked at his laptop. “Metatron is also off the grid. He stole your car in Blaine, Missouri, right?” he asked Castiel.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, uh, no accidents, incidents, violations, or anything remotely interesting involving a crappy '78 Continental Mark V.”

“You think it's crappy?” the angel seemed a little upset by that.

“Eye of the beholder,” Dean said quickly.

Castiel sat back in the chair. “A shut in for centuries, former scribe of God. You wouldn't think he would be a good driver.”

“You know what? I'll look for unusual occurrences at places he might hang out,” Sam came up with the idea. “Cas?”

“Places Metatron might hang out,” Dean tried to get the angel's attention.

“I mean, he loves waffles. You could try places that have those.”

Sam sighed. “Okay, so, every restaurant in the entire country.”

The angel groaned and his body started shaking before he fell out of the chair and onto the floor unresponsive. Dean rushed to kneel beside him. “Cas? Hey, you okay?”

“Relative to what?” Castiel groaned when the episode seemed to be over.

“You know where you are? What's the date?”

“Earth. Several billion years from the beginning.”

“Come on, buddy. Come on.” Dean helped his friend back into the chair.

The angel blinked a few times. “It's like I was inside a blender that was set to puree for a tomato salsa.”

“And you're the tomato?” Dean guessed.

“In this analogy, yes.”

“Cas, what was that?” Sam asked. “You scared the crap out of us.”

“I blacked out for a lot of it. But I don't know. It overwhelmed me. I couldn't control it.”

“This is stupid,” Liam got up again. “Just let me-”

Dean shoved him back down again. “I said no, and I meant it. Not a risk I'm willing to take. We find Rowena.”

“Funny how you take any risk you want, but you dictate what I can and cannot do,” the blond shot at his husband.

Dean took a deep breath to keep himself from snapping. “Forgive me for caring. And before you say anything smart, yeah, I care more about you than I do myself. Deal with it.”

“What can I do to help?” Castiel interrupted the mini argument.

“You just, uh, sit there and take a breather, try and put yourself back together,” Sam answered.

“Okay. I'll do my best. It's difficult with these voices.”

“Now there are voices?”

“Are these voices telling you to hurt someone?” Dean was concerned.

“No. Guys, I'm hearing angel radio. It's a lot of chatter. They've been looking for me ever since I escaped, as well as scouring the earth for the perp.”

“Um, any perp in particular?” Sam asked.

“Metatron. They're doubling the effort to find him, so if we need to get hold of him, we better do it soon.”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, before the God squad does. Alright, well, first thing's first.”

Sam brought something up on the screen. “Listen to this. May be something here. Uh, in Denver, three women were at this Café Elta when their waiter, for no apparent reason, stabbed and killed one. One survived, and the third vanished after furniture seemed to slide around by itself. What do you think?”

Dean picked up his phone and dialed. “Hi, who's your lead on the Café Elta investigation?”

A few hours later they were in a police station being led back to talk to the one survivor from the incident. “Agents, here you go,” an officer let them into the interrogation room.

Dean sat down across from the scared looking woman. “So, ladies lunch goes south when a waiter who reeks of sulfur attacks with a blade, killing one of you, while the redhead who invited you yells something in Latin, disappears, and the furniture forms a pile. That about right?”

“Uh huh,” she nodded.

“Any idea why a demon would wanna attack three witches?” Sam asked bluntly.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” she looked away from them.

“Right. The waiter was possessed by a demon assassin who was gunning for Rowena, since she tried to kill her son Crowley, who just so happens to be the King of Hell.”

She looked back at Sam. “Why do I think you're not FBI Like the police said?”

“Let's cut to it,” Dean was getting a little impatient. “The cops say that you're so scared you don't wanna leave here. Well, you should be because Crowley's not only going after Rowena, he's going after every witch that she hangs with.”

“I'm no witch.”

“Sure, you are. And your pal Rowena, she's recruiting a new coven.”

“You can't do this. I have rights.”

Dean gave her a cocky little smirk. “And I have a fake badge.”

Sam grabbed her purse and dumped the contents on the table. “Look at this. Chicken bones. Hex bags. A pentagram. Still sticking with, uh, not a witch?”

She started speaking in Latin and Liam waved his hand in a pattern. She stopped speaking and started choking. “What?” he asked when Dean gave him a dirty look. “A power block is a small thing, especially on her.”

“We'll talk about that later.” Dean turned back to the witch. “Listen, we are the only thing between you and Crowley's ninjas.”

“But I didn't try to hurt him. I mean, I am nobody. I'm worse than nobody. I'm nobody's third cousin who doesn't even get invited to dinner. You heard your friend, blocking my power was nothing.”

“We don't care. We just need to know where Rowena is,” Sam said.

“I have no idea.”

“But you do know how to scry, is that right?”

“Scry? What's that?”

“Exactly what you know it is. A locating spell. When you witches use crystals and then prisms and mirrors to divine images of who you're trying to find.”

“We're trying to get our hands on Rowena. Okay, now with her out of the picture, Crowley has no reason to go after you. You got it?” Dean again tried to scare her into cooperation.

“I don't have my crystals.”

Dean picked up a cosmetic mirror from her things on the table. “Oh. Well... This ought to work, huh? I'll get the light.”

Once the light was turned out the witch looked into the mirror and said the spell. “I see her. She's packing a bag.”

Once they figured out the specifics of where Rowena was and what she was doing, they acquired a taxi to catch her by surprise. She came out of the hotel she was staying at wearing a blonde wig and sunglasses. “Airport. And be careful with the bags. They're antiquities,” she said before Dean and Liam got out of the car.

When she saw it was them she started saying a spell, but Liam blocked her just like the other witch. This time put more of a visible strain on him though. “None of that,” Dean said as he tried not to look worried for his partner.

“Just my way of giving you the finger, Mr. Winchester. I don't suppose you're here to thank me for removing the Mark of Cain, which, by the way, you're welcome. Let's just take things up a notch. What do you say?” Sam made a quick move to put magic blocking handcuffs on her. She chuckled softly. “I think you'd know by now, Samuel, these things don't hold me long.”

“I just need to hold you long enough,” Sam answered. “And then there's also the wild card that you didn't know about,” he looked to Liam for a moment before leading her to the car.

Rowena only smiled. “Well, they do say blondes have more fun.”

They took her back to the bunker and down into the dungeon. Dean chained her to the chair in the middle of the devil's trap while Sam went through her bags. “Mind the undergarments, Samuel. Imported, of course.” Rowena didn't seem worried.

“Where is it?” Sam asked when he didn't find what he was looking for.

“Where is what, dear?”

“The book! The Book of the Damned. The codex is in there, but the book is not. So where the hell is it?”

“Do you take me for a fool? Like I'd run around with those two spectacularly powerful items anywhere in proximity.”

Sam sighed. “Well, now we've got the codex and Charlie's code breaking, so the book isn't as useful to you as it was.”

“Or so you hope. That's what I admire in you, Samuel. That plucky optimism. That plucky, stupid optimism.”

“Sam, why don't you and Liam go grab Cas so Florence Nightingale here can do her stuff?” Dean suggested.

“Yeah,” Sam nodded and the two left.

“You do recall our deal, eh? First I de-spell the angel, then I go free,” Rowena reminded Dean.

“Except for one thing.”

“There were no exceptions in our arrangement.”

“The book. Gonna need that baby back.”

“The book was never mentioned in our negotiations.”

“Well, now it is.”

“Our deal says-”

“Our deal says whatever I want it to say. You're gonna play by my rules because I have your son on speed dial. That, and we have someone who could use you as a toothpick. Blocking your spells ain't the only trick Liam's got up his sleeve.”

“Call Crowley. Sic your friend on me. If I'm dead, you've got a big fat pile of nothing. No book ever. And your friend with the bent halo? He goes foaming at the mouth mad and dies. Your turn! Your eyes... So burdened. What happened precisely when I removed the mark? The book wasn't specific. Yes, I read quite a bit of it. What new hell has Dean Winchester unleashed upon the world?”

“Dean!” Sam's voice called out as he and Liam returned. “We can't find Cas.”

“What?” Dean panicked a little.

“He's not there. He broke free. He's gone.”

Dean looked to Liam. “Grab her, we gotta go find him.”

“Gladly,” Liam moved to unchain Rowena. “Good to see you're not babying me anymore.”

“Only out of necessity. Once everything is back the way it should be, back in the bubble wrap you go.”

“Not without a fight. Things would already be the way they should if you would have just let me try to remove the curse in the first place.”

“Are you consorting with another witch, then?” Rowena was intrigued by the conversation.

“We're not sure what he is,” Sam answered with a little white lie. “But he's good, and I wouldn't try anything with him around were I you.”

They got in the car and Sam tried to track Castiel down using his phone while Dean drove. Liam sat with Rowena in the backseat. “So absurd, driving in circles looking for your unhinged angel,” Rowena commented.

“We're not driving in circles, alright? We're locked onto his phone's GPS. We're tracking his location,” Dean explained.

“I have no idea what you just said, but I'm sure I could do it faster.”

Sam glanced back at her. “Yeah, maybe you could, but you would have to do a spell, which means we would have to take the cuffs off, and we are not going to take the cuffs off.”

“There's no trust?” Rowena feigned being hurt. “Are we not a team?”

“No,” Sam and Dean said in unison.

Rowena sat back in the seat. “You wouldn't think a road trip with three such strapping lads could be this tedious. Shall we have a wee sing-song?”

“No,” the brothers answered again.

The witch sighed. “I have myself to blame. Should never make deals with Winchesters, since they seem unable to hold up their end of the bargain.”

“Meaning what?” Dean asked.

“Oh, just that thing between Sam, Crowley, and myself.”

“What? What's she talking about?” Dean turned to his brother.

Rowena flashed a smirk. “Oh, surely, you knew Sam made a deal with me to kill my son if I removed the Mark of Cain from your arm. Well, is the Mark gone? Yes. Is Crowley dead? No. Oh, he didn't know?”

Sam let out a little sigh. “Look, I was gonna tell you. Obviously nothing ever came of it, so I figured there was no point, you know?”

“No point, huh?” Dean was not happy.

“I mean, I see what Dean's saying,” Rowena started talking again. “Your wee pal Castiel wouldn't be in this pickle if you'd done what you'd promised. I would've had no reason to cast the attack dog spell if Crowley were already dead. Excellent point.”

“It's not my point,” Dean grumbled. “Sam knows my point. Keyword; secrets.”

“Ah, well, I'm just glad I got the conversation flowing. Family relations are a specialty of mine.”

“Considering you want your own son dead, I don't think they are,” Liam commented. “And now is not the time to be hashing things out anyway.”

“He's right,” Dean agreed. “Did he stop?” he asked Sam when the little dot on the screen representing Castiel seemed to stop.

Sam nodded. “Yeah, he stopped. And he's close.”

Dean quickly parked in an alley and they all got out. “Come on. Alright, he's gotta be around here somewhere. So I'll head up the street, you guys head the other way,” Dean directed.

“Are you joking? I'm in heels,” Rowena protested.

“Not our fault you don't wear sensible shoes,” Liam said as he dragged her along with them.

They found Castiel in a warehouse going after a woman. When he grabbed her by the throat Dean approached him cautiously. “Cas! Don't do this. Okay, this isn't you. It's the spell. You can beat this. Cas, let her go. It's gonna be okay, buddy, alright?”

Sam took the cuffs off Rowena and she started to say the spell to cure the angel, then stopped. Sam pointed a gun at her head. “Do I need to remind you these are witch killing bullets? Finish it!”

“Yes, alright,” she sighed as Castiel turned and started attacking Dean.

She finished the spell and the angel stopped in his tracks and looked down at Dean in horror. Then a sudden invisible force knocked them all down. Rowena slipped into the alley and the gate of the warehouse came down. “I'm sure you had every intention of honoring our deal. But why take chances?”

As she ran away Liam ran to the gate and a bolt of lightning shot from his hand right at the witch. Her scream could be heard as it hit her, but she got back up and kept running. Liam had to grab the gate to steady himself. “I don't think that was good,” Castiel mumbled to Sam.

Dean walked over to grab the blond and plant a deep kiss on his lips. “What was that for?” Liam asked.

Dean shrugged. “It just felt like the right thing to do.”

“Oh.” Liam kissed him back tenderly. “Just don't get blood on me.”

Dean shook his head. “Glad to see you're feeling sentimental. I know I said back to bubble wrap when Cas was back to normal, but since it's a small thing, you think you can get us out of here?”

“Not a problem.” Liam turned and as his hands raised, so did the gate.

Sam pulled Castiel aside. “Not that I'm not grateful for it when we need it, but why is he displaying so much power when his body can't handle it?”

“I believe it's your need,” the angel answered.

“So, if he actually lived a normal life, he would be normal? No freak?”

“No freak,” Castiel confirmed. “He has always innately called upon his power when he has need of it. In your line of work, he needs it, especially lately.”

“Is there any way to at least get him to slow down?”

“I doubt it.”

They went back to the bunker. Sam came in with a few beers and handed one to Dean who was holding an ice pack to the large bruise on his face. “You should keep applying that.”

“Thanks, mom. You just keep the beers coming,” Dean took a swig of beer.

“Dean, I... There aren't words,” Castiel was looking like he felt very guilty.

“You're right. There aren't words, Cas, because there's no need. You were under a spell. It's fine,” Dean assured him.

“Yeah, but you had Rowena. Because of me, you...”

“You know, Cas, we've got the codex,” Sam said. “That's a start. You know, it'll slow Rowena down some. If we'd killed her, the Book of the Damned would've been lost.”

“Besides, we got bigger fish to fry,” Dean added.

The angel nodded in understanding. “The Darkness. What does she want?”

Dean took another drink of beer. “Well, the big question is, where the hell is she?”

Castiel motioned toward Dean's injuries. “Dean, I can fix that.”

“It's fine, Cas. Besides, I had it coming.”

“Yeah, you did,” Liam agreed. “Maybe I should clock you one too.”

Dean shrugged. “You'd have a right. I really do hate myself for laying a hand on you.”

“You won't admit it, but you hate yourself for a lot of things. But I get it, it was the mark, and it's gone now. I think I'd like things to be the way they were before all that mess.”

“Really?” Dean perked up a little. “I thought working through your feelings would take longer.”

Liam scooted his chair a little closer and leaned against his husband. “So did I, but I still want what I've always wanted. Don't complain.”

“Oh, I'm not. Let me finish this beer, and we'll go climb into bed, sound good?”

“Sounds great.”
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