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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 was sitting in the main room when Dean came in early that morning. “Where’d you run off to so early?” Sam asked his brother.

Dean shrugged. “Nowhere in particular. Just couldn’t sleep and felt like some air.”

“You miss Liam, don’t you?”

“Well, yeah, of course I do! It was nice of him and all to go help Cas adjust to being human, but damn it, I got so used to him sleeping next to me.”

“I still don't understand why he left in the first place. I mean, the bunker is the safest place for him. Bartholomew and who knows how many other angels are out there, gunning for him.”

“Hey, look, nobody wants him here more than I do, okay? But, uh, he felt like he'd bring trouble down on us, so he had to split.”

“Have you talked to either of them?”

“Yeah, I was talking to Liam last night until he fell asleep. He says everything is going okay. He’s coming back tomorrow and I cannot fucking wait.”

Sam gave his brother a little smile. “I bet. Anyway, I think I found a way to maybe help Cas. Alright. So, Kevin said the table lit up like a Christmas tree when the angels fell, right?”

“So?”

“So it turns out each light was where a cluster of angels fell. So I'm thinking maybe there's some way to hot wire this, make it track angels. That way we could help Cas steer clear of danger.”

“This was your idea?”

Sam looked slightly amused. “Do you see anybody else in here?”

“So, how would it work?”

“Oh, no idea. See, at first, I thought the table was the computer, but it's not. It turns out it's just part of it. But I did find these cables underneath, and I followed them. You're never gonna believe what I found.”

Sam led his brother down to a room with a lot of panels and a very large computer. “This is a computer?” Dean could hardly believe it.

“Yeah, or it was in 1951, when it was installed. Now, here's the crazy thing. It's not plugged in to anything. I mean, I have no idea what's making this thing work.”

They walked around to the back of it and Dean put his hand on the metal. “It's warm here.” He looked around and found a screwdriver to pry the back open with. “Got it.” They saw a whole bunch of wires connected to each other. “Well, that looks simple. Does it come with a manual?”

“Nothing in the archives, and I obviously couldn't find anything like it online, not to mention I'm pretty sure that the Men of Letters doesn't exactly have IT support anymore, either.”

“I think I know somebody who could help us. Come on.”

The next day Dean stood at the bus station eagerly looking around. “Dean!” he heard from his right. He turned to see Liam rushing toward him. As soon as the blond got close he took a flying leap at Dean who caught him and the two passionately locked lips.

When the kiss broke Dean chuckled softly. “I guess you missed me too.”

“Of course I did,” Liam said before giving one last kiss as Dean lowered him back to the ground. “It was only a week, but it felt like much longer.”

“Yeah, I don’t want you leaving me like that again.” He ran a hand through Liam’s hair. “We should get back. Charlie is coming.”

“Oh? What’s the occasion?”

“Sam actually had this really good idea, but we need someone with a little more computer savvy to help us actually put it into practice.”

A little while later Sam was leading Charlie into the bunker. “I see you two came out of your room just in time,” Sam commented at his brother and Liam when he saw them.

“We missed each other, and you’re jealous,” Dean shot back. Then he leaned in to hug Charlie. “Hey. Thanks for coming.”

“Not a problem, especially since I got fired last week.”

Sam sat her bag on the table. “Hey, what? What happened?”

“Turns out the company I work for was outsourcing to child labor, so I took a big Wikileak all over that. And, yeah. It's cool, though. It's given me more time to focus on my hobbies like larping, macrame, and hunting.”

“Excuse me?” Dean looked alarmed.

“Okay. It was just a couple little cases. I took down a teenage vampire and a ghost.”

“Charlie, how'd it go?” Sam asked, also seeming concerned.

“It was, uh... It was intense. But I kind of wish hunting was more magical, you know? Never mind. So, where is this Commodore 64 of yours?”

“Down here,” Sam led the way.

Charlie looked it over a few minutes when they entered the room. “Sweet Ada Lovelace. This thing belongs in a museum. I mean, it's got encryption software. It seems to be powered by something magical.”

“Skip to the end,” Dean urged her.

“It's kind of an alarm system. Global badness? It freaks. This computer is what locked this place down.”

“Can we use it to track angels?” Sam asked.

“Alright. Let me see what I can do.” She started to fiddle with it.

While Charlie pulled out her own laptop and got to work Liam leaned up against the wall by Sam. “So, how are you? Haven’t seen or talked to you in a week.”

“I guess I’m good, all things considering.”

Liam gave a little nod. “I was talking to Natalie the other night, doing some wedding planning among other things. She’d like to see us soon, all of us.”

Charlie perked up. “Wedding? Someone is getting married?”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Liam proposed to me, and well, how could I say no to him?”

“That’s awesome.” She plugged a few wires into the computer. “Alright. It took some doing, but now we can download. This beast has all the Men of Letters files. Time for a little drag and drop.”

Sam gave her a little smile. “Wow. Well, it's a start. Thank you. Um, that's great. So, you've been hunting.”

“Alone,” Dean added.

“I know. Not a good idea, according to the ‘Supernatural’ books.”

All three men looked annoyed. “You really can't delete those from the internet?” Sam asked.

“Not even I can do that. Come on!”

“Where do you even find them?” Dean asked.

She gave them a cheeky grin. “A top secret place I call Amazon. And someone uploaded all the unpublished works. I thought it was fanfic at first, but it was clearly Edlund's work. Liam even makes a come back and steals Dean’s heart.”

“Who uploaded it?” Sam was curious.

“I don't know. Their screen name was beckywinchester176. Ring a bell?” Sam groaned and dropped his head. “I take it you know this person.”

“Really long story. I mostly wish I didn’t. I mostly wish we had let Liam shoot her when he wanted to.”

“Only mostly?”

Sam nodded. “Like I said, it’s complicated. I have a son with her, and I love him to pieces, despite how he was born. But Becky? I’d like to help her off a cliff every time I interact with her.”

“I see,” she looked down at the computer. “Ugh, these files are encrypted. This is gonna take a while.
So, takeout, sleepover, braid each other's hair?”

“Got an idea,” Sam said.

They gathered in Sam’s room to watch the first season of Game of Thrones that Dean had bought. Dean and Liam were nice and close on the bed, Charlie beside them. Sam sat in a chair. “Wow. That Joffrey's a dick,” Dean commented when it was over.

“Oh, you have no idea. Wait until he-”

“Whoa, whoa! Spoilers. I haven't read all the books yet,” Sam interrupted Charlie.

“You're gonna read the books?” Dean looked surprised.

Sam shot his brother a look. “Yes, Dean. I like to read books, you know, the ones without pictures.”

Dean looked down at Liam, who had fallen asleep against his chest. “This one keeps trying to get me to read more. He says it’s fun.”

Charlie shifted to sit up. “Man, this bed is about as comfortable as a brick. Any plans on moving in anytime soon?”

“I am moved in. This is just my style,” Sam insisted.

“Yeah, this is his, uh, style,” Dean echoed in a slightly mocking tone.

“Well, I'm sorry I haven't hung up the, uh, Hang in there, kitty poster yet, Dean. Feel free to redecorate.”

Dean sighed. “Alright, well, I'm gonna go get us some more beers. How about that?” He gently shook Liam awake. “Hey, don’t mean to disturb you, but I need you to let me up.”

Liam groaned softly and blinked. “Over already?”

“Yeah. I guess you weren’t that riveted.”

“No, not really,” Liam said as he shifted a little to allow Dean to get up.

When Dean was gone Sam turned to Charlie. “So, Charlie, what was all that about how hunting isn't magical?”

“Saving people, hunting things, the family business? I am down. But I was raised on Tolkien, man. I mean, where is all this?” She held up the Game of Thrones disc. “Where are my White Walkers and my volcano and magic ring to throw in the damn thing? Where’s my quest?”

“Quests aren’t all they’re cracked up to be,” Liam commented. “Nothing is as good in real life as it seems between the pages of a book.”

A bit later they all went back down to the computer room. “Download should be done by now,” Charlie said as she opened the door.

As Charlie was checking the computer Dean noticed that the shelf behind the computer had moved. “What the hell? Sam, give me a hand.”

The two moved the shelf out of the way to reveal two weird looking pods on the wall. Sam drew a gun while Dean cut into one of them. An arm fell out. Then he cut some more and a pretty dark haired woman fell to the floor.

When she woke up she revealed that her name was Dorothy, and she had come to the bunker for help many years ago. They pulled her file and Charlie started reading through it. “Holy crap! The first case investigated in this bunker involved Dorothy. She and the witch came into this room, and they never came out. This will never stop blowing my mind!”

“Okay, pace yourself, Toto,” Dean was less than pleased about the new development.

“We have to find her,” Dorothy insisted as she sat on the floor.

“No, we have to talk before anyone does anything, okay? Dorothy?” Sam was kneeling beside her.

“Talk? Typical Men of Letters, standing around, having a nice little chat with your noses buried in your books while your little secretary takes notes.”

“We’re hunters,” Dean corrected her.

“And who are you calling a secretary?” Charlie seemed offended.

“You're not a secretary? You're a Woman of Letters? How long have I been out?”

“That's why we need to talk,” Sam told her. “Look, you've been gone for over seventy five years. Now, according to our files, you came here to kill the wicked witch and then disappeared. What happened?”

“We couldn't find a way to kill her, so I did the only thing that I could. A binding spell that came at a price, her soul with mine.”

“So you've been frozen with the witch for all this time?” Sam let that sink in.

“Yes. Look, the witch cannot be killed. If I am awake, then so is she.”

“Wait, if she's here, why didn't she kill you?” Sam asked.

“She can’t,” Dorothy answered.

“You're protected by the Witch of the North's kiss. It's from the books,” Charlie grinned.

“Oh, forget the books! They're not important. I'm protected. You aren't. Now, the witch came here looking for something. I have no idea what it is. But we have to find her before she finds it.”

“Alright,” Dean gave a little nod. “Charlie, dig into the files. See if you can find anything that puts a dent in a witch. Sam, Liam, and I will have a look see. Come on.”

“I'm helping,” Dorothy insisted.

Sam looked back at her. “Yeah, I don't doubt it. But for right now, why don't you rest up and help the smartest person in the room?”

The three of them started searching through the bunker, their guns drawn. When they reached the dungeon the door was open and Crowley grinned at them. “Wow. If it isn't the Scarecrow, the Lion, and the Tin Man. Your new house guest, so misunderstood. None of you saw wicked?”

“What did she say to you?” Sam asked.

“Something along the lines of...” Crowley made a loud hissing sound. “I know what she's looking for.”

“What does she want?” Sam asked.

“I'd be happy to tell you, as soon as I get to stretch my legs.”

Dean reluctantly unlocked the restraint around his neck and Crowley stood up. “Alright. What does the witch want?” Sam demanded.

“Give me a moment. I still need to air myself out.”

Dean shot the demon in the chest. “I think you're aired out enough.”

“Rude,” Crowley shook his head and pulled out a piece of paper with the word key written on it.

Sam’s eyes narrowed. “Key? What key?”

“I haven't the foggiest. Had to send her off on a merry chase before she could melt me. Told her you boys kept the keys in the kitchen. You do have a kitchen in this crap hole, don't you?”

They locked Crowley back up nice and secure and headed off to the kitchen. The place was a complete and total wreck. Dean sighed. “Damn it, I just cleaned in here. Looks like we got a witch here.”

Charlie and Dorothy entered behind them. They swung around, guns drawn, but put them away when they saw who it was. “Sorry. We raided your gun range. Made us some poppy bullets. They won't kill the witch, but they will stun the crap out of her,” Charlie said as she passed them around.

“That's my girl,” Dean looked proud.

“There was only enough for four bullets, so, make each shot count.”

“Now we just have to find her before she finds whatever the hell she's looking for,” Dorothy said.

“She's looking for a key,” Sam told her.

“How do you know?” Charlie asked.

“Little birdie told us. Ring any bells, Dorothy?”

Dorothy nodded. “Unfortunately. It's the key to Oz. There are magical ways into Oz, tornado, eye of a hurricane, whirlpool, but this key will turn any locked door into a portal to Oz. Insert key, twist, and presto, you're in Oz.”

Liam gave a little nod. “So, kind of like the key to Atlantis if you don’t feel like traveling through the Bermuda Triangle. What?” he asked when Dean shot him a funny look.

Dean shook his head. “The stuff that pops out of your mouth when you’re not thinking about it.”

“Wait, so the Bermuda Triangle is real too?” Charlie seemed intrigued.

“Yes. The portal to the island of Atlantis is there. I mean, there is a sunken city, but it’s a whole island, and it’s where all the elves went, kind of like at the end of Lord of the Rings. There’s supposed to be a special way of opening it, but sometimes accidents happen.”

“And that’s really not the issue at hand,” Sam sighed and turned back to Dorothy. “How did the Men of Letters get the key?”

“I have no idea, but if she finds it, she'll go back and finish what she started. She'll destroy all that is good in Oz. She's got armies of witches, flying monkeys. Many will die.”

“What's this key look like?” Dean asked. Dorothy pulled out her journal and showed them a drawing. “I've seen that key. Found it when I was doing inventory.”

“Where is it now?” Dorothy asked.

“Our room. We got to get to that key. Alright, Charlie, Liam, and I will go look in our room. Why don't you guys buy us some time?”

When Sam and Dorothy were gone Dean turned to Charlie. “Charlie? Safest place in this joint is the dungeon.”

“You have a dungeon in this place? Of course you do.”

“So maybe you should...”

“I am not hiding, especially in a dungeon. Wicked Witch, a key, a quest? Let's do this.”

Dean sighed and looked to Liam. “You two have a lot in common.”

Liam smirked. “Maybe that’s a good thing,” he said he said as he followed Charlie up to the bedrooms.

They started looking through things, and Dean found a box. A few minutes later he pulled something out of it. “Yahtzee.”

Charlie turned and then pointed behind him. “Dean!”

The witch grabbed the key from Dean’s hand, then sent him flying into the wall. Then she threw green lightning at him. Charlie jumped in front of the shot and was hit just as Liam threw white lightning at the witch. Charlie fell unconscious on the ground while the witch shrieked when she was hit and turned into smoke that retreated into the vents.

Dean got up to check on Charlie. “Charlie?” he shook her gently. He picked her up and laid her on the bed. “Charlie? No.”

“Dean!” Sam’s voice came from the hall.

“Zeke!” Dean called out, and Sam’s eyes flashed blue. “You have to help her.”

“She’s gone.”

“No. You can bring her back like you did with Cas.”

The angel shook his head. “I cannot keep doing that.”

“Why the hell not?”

“I am barely back to half strength, Dean. Every time I use my power it weakens me, which means I will have to stay in your brother longer than you want, longer than we both want. The witch running around your bunker is very powerful. I can help with the witch or save your friend.”

“I could try to-” Liam offered, but Dean interrupted him.

“No, you can’t. I know you have a lot of confidence in yourself, and I don’t doubt you either, don’t put words in my mouth, but it takes a lot out of you. I need you charged up.” He turned to the angel. “Save her.”

“As you wish.” Ezekiel approached the bed and laid his hands on her.

A minute later she gasped and sat up just as Ezekiel collapsed. “Merry Christmas,” she blurted out.

“Charlie?” Dean looked relieved.

“Uh. Hey, I know you.”

“I told you to stay in the dungeon.”

“Bet you say that to all the girls.”

“Dean?” Sam groaned from the floor.

“Sammy?” Dean’s attention turned to his brother.

“What the hell just happened?”

“The witch was about to put a whammy on me, and, uh, Charlie jumped in front. She got zapped, then the witch got the drop on you. Then Liam put a whammy on her.”

“Then why aren't we dead?” Sam wondered.

“That's a good question. She got the key. I think she's gone.”

Dorothy entered. “No. She's wounded. We should still have some time. She could still be in the air vents.”

Charlie tried to get up from the bed. “No. She's right. We have to, we...”

“Whoa,” Dean tried to help her get steady.

“Just go. We'll catch up,” Dorothy said.

“My gun's over there. There's one bullet in it,” Charlie pointed to it.

Liam grabbed it and they went to search for the witch. “Who’s Zeke?” Sam asked as they moved through the halls.

“What?” Dean panicked a little.

“When I came into your room, before I got zapped, I thought you said the name Zeke. Who's that?”

“Um... I think you're still a little punchy, man. Just keep moving.”

“Clear,” Sam called out as they searched yet another empty room.

Dean sighed. “I got nothing.”

“What do you think? Is she gone?” Sam asked.

“Sam!” Dean shouted and tackled both his brother and Liam just before they got hit with green lightning. The witch touched Sam and Dean’s foreheads and their eyes flashed green as they got up and headed off to find the girls.

Liam, who had been stunned for a second, stirred, and she tried the same thing on him. His eyes flashed red and narrowed. “I don’t think so, bitch!” he growled and lunged for her.

Possessed Sam and Dean found the girls in the garage. “There you are,” Dean started to advance on them.

Charlie looked freaked. “Was that your Batman voice?” Their eyes flashed green again. “That's definitely not your Batman voice.”

“It's her. She possessed the both of them,” Dorothy said.

Both men stopped and twitched a little for a second. “What was that?” Charlie asked.

“Something must’ve hurt the witch pretty bad just now.”

“I missed you, my pretty,” came out of Sam’s mouth.

“Killing you a second time will be just as sweet as the first,” Dean added.

Charlie swallowed hard. “Guys, I know you're in there. Dean, you can't let the witch do this. If she opens the door, she's going to destroy Oz.”

Dean grabbed her and smashed her into a window. “I have no intention of escaping to Oz. I'm going to bring my armies here. Don't worry. You'll join Dorothy right after you watch her die.”

“Sorry about the nards, Dean,” Charlie mumbled just before she kicked Dean hard in the crotch. He fell over in pain.

Dorothy tossed her the red shoes. “Go. I'll buy you some time.” Then she turned to Sam and Dean. “Let's see what you pencil necks are made of.”

The three of them fought. Sam managed to pin Dorothy to the wall and held a knife to her throat. But then there was a flash of light and he blinked before letting her go. “What the hell just happened?”

“Charlie,” Dorothy answered.

They went back into the building and found Charlie holding the key triumphantly. “Ding dong, bitches.”

“Uh, where’s Liam?” Dean asked worriedly. They ran back to where they last remembered being. Liam was on the floor, blood dripping from his nose and mouth. “No, please no...” Dean ran over to him. When he put his fingers to Liam’s neck he started breathing again.

“He okay?” Sam asked.

“His pulse is weak and unsteady, but there,” Dean answered. “He better be okay.”

“How is he not dead?” Dorothy seemed a little confused. “Not that I’m not glad he isn’t, but...”

“If those books were right, he’s like a super boss,” Charlie tried to explain. “It was probably him who hurt the witch.”

“What?” Dorothy blinked.

“Think of him as like a really powerful good witch,” Dean tried to make a better analogy. “But he has his limits. I’m gonna tuck him into bed and pray he wakes up in a little while.”

Liam did wake in about four hours, and felt very weak and out of it, but otherwise seemed all right. Once he was sure Liam was going to be fine Dean moved the car into the garage. “Baby looks good in here, huh?”

Liam rolled his eyes. “I swear, you and your car.”

“Yeah, well, deal with it,” Dean smirked and pulled Liam in for a tender kiss.

Dorothy’s eyebrow raised. “Times really have changed, haven’t they?”

“They have,” Dean nodded. “And I’m very glad of it.”

Sam cleared his throat. “Dorothy, I, uh, I found something in the archives. Pretty sure it belongs to you.” He handed her a copy of ‘The Wonderful World of Oz’.

Dorothy took it with a smile. “You have no idea how odd it is having a series of books written about you.”

“Actually, I do know, uh, and it is definitely weird. But you know what? End of the day, it's our story, so we get to write it.”

“Hey,” Charlie pulled Dean over to the side. “So, thanks for the slumber party... And bringing me back from the dead.”

“I didn’t,” Dean insisted.

“Don't BS a BSer. Am I a zombie now? Do I need to eat brains?”

“No. You're you. You're gonna be fine, all right? Just, um, just keep this between us, okay?”

“Alright, but only because you raised me from the dead, which you're going to have to explain to me later.”

Dorothy grinned at them. “Not bad for a bunch of librarians. You mind keeping an eye on my bike for me?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, as long as you don't mind me taking it for a spin once in a while.”

“Deal. Thank you for everything. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a rebellion to finish.” She turned to Charlie. “So, you coming or what?”

“What? With you? To Oz?”

“Yeah. You said you were looking for adventure. Well, here it is, Red. Come help me find my damn dog.”

Dean frowned a little. “You have no idea what's in Oz. I mean, there's flying monkeys, armies of witches. There's all kinds of danger.”

Charlie perked up. “Promise?”

She hugged the guys and Sam smiled at her. “If you need anything, just, uh, tap your heels together three times, okay?”

“Me? What about you crazy kids? You gonna be all right without me? Take care of yourselves, boys.”

Dorothy used the key to turn the garage doors into a portal, and Charlie followed her through. Dean closed the doors after them and let out a little sigh. “Think she'll be back?”

Sam nodded. “Of course. There's no place like home. And speaking of which, I’d really like to go visit mine now. I have a family I haven’t seen in way too long.”
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