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Hunting Humanity III	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1200 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam’s eyes opened in the middle of the night and he saw Astiratu standing over him. “Haven’t seen you in a while,” Sam said as he sat up.

“I’ve been in trouble because of you. You have no idea the ass reaming I took because you’re still breathing.”

“But the potion, it got rid of the powers, right?”

“No,” Astiratu shook his head. “Only the evil taint. The demon influence is gone.”

“But I’m still a freak?” Sam frowned.

Astiratu tilted his head. “If you’re a freak then I’m a freak.”

“What?” Sam looked confused.

“You and I, we share more in common than I first thought. You see, I was very frustrated at the lack of information so I went digging in places I wasn’t supposed to.” He smirked. “Being a well behaved soldier isn’t very much fun after all. I now know more than I did. A lot more.”

“Since this is my soul we’re talking about, mind filling me in?”

“Azazel feared me, as well he should. He also revered me, thought my creation was brilliant. Once he found out I had taken the job to kill him he knew he had to do something really devious. And so, he created some human demon hybrids.”

“You’re fucking joking. I’m half demon?”

“Have I ever lied to you? It was really quite a trick. He chose good breeders and found a way to turn only half of you. Then he pitted all of you against each other so only the strongest would survive. He wanted an evil version of me. What the dickweed didn’t realize was I could still crush his prodigy under my thumb. Or maybe he did and was just creating a distraction to save his own ass, who can tell.”

“But I have never had an evil bone in my body! I convinced my brother to save your earthly self because I felt bad for you. Does that sound like even a half demon to you?”

“Oh, Sam, the whole reason I wasn’t sent to smother you in your crib was because God made you to be a very special soul. I guess Daddy was having a warm and fuzzy moment when you were in the mixing bowl because yes, he gave you a heavy dose of compassion and kindness. He was oh so very pissed that Azazel dared screw with that. In the end the powers that be decided to give you a chance, to see if the good you were originally created with could suppress the evil.”

“Why did they change their minds now? I haven’t done any evil.”

Astiratu shrugged. “I would’ve had to have listened in on the meeting to know that. I’m sneaky, but not quite that good. All the note said is that they were afraid you were slipping, and with all that is going on, well, the risk just wasn’t worth it anymore.”

“But you said the evil is gone now, right?”

“Yep. There is no potion or spell known to man or angel that can fix what was done to your soul, but the taint was burnt away.”

“Does this mean I’m going to hell when I die?”

“No. You’ll go where you were always supposed to. That’s all I can tell you about that.”

“Is that all you wanted? To tell me that?”

“No, it’s a dangerous pastime I know, but I was thinking. Having another me around, even a weaker version, could be handy.”

“You actually want me to tap into my powers?”

“Yes. Sam, what happened to you was a terrible thing, but just think of all the good you could do with it. The next time you and your brother find yourself pinned against a wall by some bitch of a demon, instead of having to find a way to get your hands on a weapon you can just think it dead. You can keep your brother alive.” He looked over to Natalie’s sleeping form. “You could keep that child of yours well protected.”

Sam sighed. “What do I have to do?” Astiratu smirked and suddenly they were in a bright open field with a very ugly looking demon chained to stump struggling. “What is this?”

“I am your momma cat, and this is your half dead mouse, kitten.”

Three days later just before Halloween Sam, Dean, and Liam found themselves dressed up as FBI agents in the kitchen of some poor woman who had lost her husband to razor blades in candy. “Now how many razor blades did they find?” Sam asked the distraught widow.

“Two on the floor, one in his stomach, and one was stuck in his throat. He swallowed four of them. How is that even possible?” She noticed Dean poking around the oven. “The candy was never in the oven.”

He stood up and gave her a charming smile. “We just have to be thorough, Mrs. Wallace.”

“Did the police find any razors in the rest of the candy?”

“No, I mean, I don’t think so. I can’t believe it. You hear urban legends about this stuff, but it actually happens?”

Dean found a hex bag and showed it to Sam behind the woman’s back. “Mrs. Wallace, did Luke have any enemies? Anyone who might have held a grudge against him?” Sam asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Co workers? Neighbors? Maybe a woman?”

Mrs. Wallace got very upset at that. “Are you suggesting an affair? Luke would never!”

“I am so very sorry Ma’am,” Liam said. “We’re not saying he would, it’s just one of those questions we have to ask. All angles and such.”

“If someone wanted to kill my husband, don’t you think they’d find a better way than a razor in a piece of candy he might eat?”

“Yes, again, very sorry,” Liam nodded.

They headed back to the motel to do some research. Liam ran to the corner store for a snack and came back with three bags full of candy and junk food. “Really?” Sam shot him a look.

Liam shrugged. “There’s a good reason they say don’t go shopping when you’re hungry.”

Dean got up and started digging through the bags. “Oh, gummy bears!” he pulled out the bag.

“Hey! Mine!” Liam cried.

“You have all that other junk,” Dean said popping a few in his mouth. “And you can share with me.”

“Can we please focus?” Sam sighed. “We’re on a witch hunt, that’s for sure, but this isn’t your typical hex bag.”

Liam picked up a dried flower looking thing. “This looks like goldthread.”

Sam typed on his laptop, then looked over at it. “You’re right, but the problem is it’s been extinct for like two hundred years. The coin is Celtic, and I don’t mean some new age knock off. It looks like the real deal, like six hundred years old real.”

Liam got up and dug into his bag, getting into a secret pocket and pulling out one just like it threaded on a silver chain to compare the two. “Where’d you get that?” Sam asked.

“Family heirloom. It was around my dad’s neck, until, well… Anyway, yes, it looks the same.”

Dean picked up a charred looking thing. “And what is this?”

“That is the charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby,” Sam looked a little emotional at that. “It takes a pretty powerful witch to put a bag like this together. More juice than we’ve ever dealt with, that’s for sure. What about you, Dean? Find anything on the victim?”

“This Luke Wallace? He was so vanilla that he made vanilla seem spicy. I can’t find any reason why somebody would want this guy dead.”

That night a high school girl was killed in another very strange manner. She had been bobbing for apples at a party, and not only had she drowned, but her face looked like it had been boiled. “It’s just so weird. The water in the tub, it wasn’t hot, I had just been in there myself,” a blonde girl named Tracy told a cop.

“Your friend didn’t happen to know a man named Luke Wallace?” Dean asked, flashing an FBI badge.

“Um, who’s Luke Wallace?” she asked.

“He died yesterday.”

Sam found another hex bag in the couch and they left to return to the motel for more research. Dean sat at the laptop shaking his head. “I’m telling you, both these victims are squeaky clean. There is no reason for a wicked bitch payback.”

“Maybe cause it’s not about that,” Sam looked up from the book he was reading. “Maybe this witch isn’t working the grudge, maybe they’re working a spell. Check this out.” He moved the book to a table where they could all see. “Three blood sacrifices over three days, the last before midnight on the final day of the final harvest.”

“Which is tomorrow,” Liam frowned. “Um, Celtic heritage here...” he said when Sam and Dean looked at him funny. “My dad wasn’t a total bastard all the time. I did learn some things, like maybe this witch is summoning Samhain.”

“Am I supposed to be impressed?” Dean asked.

“Dean,” Liam looked at him, “Halloween is the sanitized Christian version of the Celtic belief. October 31st was the one night of the year when the veil was the thinnest between the living and the dead, and it was Samhain’s night. I mean, masks were put on to hide from him, sweets left on doorsteps to appease him, faces carved into pumpkins to worship him.”

“He was exorcised centuries ago,” Sam added.

“So even though Samhain took a trip downstairs, the tradition stuck,” Dean said.

“Yes,” Liam nodded. “The Christian church kind of enveloped it to try and get folks to convert. They thought maybe if they let people keep sacred traditions it would make conversion not so scary. Over the years though, it turned into costumes and candy.”

“Okay, so some witch wants to raise Samhain and take back the night?” Dean asked.

“We’re talking heavyweight witchcraft,” Sam sighed. “This ritual can only be performed every six hundred years.”

“And the six hundred year marker rolls around tomorrow?” Dean shook his head.

“Did I mention he likes company?” Liam said. “Once he's raised, Samhain can do some raising of his own.”

“Raising what, exactly?” Dean asked.

“Dark, evil crap and lots of it,” Liam answered. “That’s were the costume concept came from. It was to hide from the evil.”

“It just starts with ghosts and ghouls, this sucker keeps on going, by night's end we are talking every awful thing we have ever seen. Everything we fight, all in one place.” Sam looked at his companions.

“It’s gonna be a slaughterhouse,” Dean shook his head.

Dean went out the next day looking for some kind of connection. “Our cheerleader Tracy is the Wallace’s babysitter,” he said when he came back. “Told me she never even heard of Luke Wallace.”

“Huh, interesting look for a centuries old witch,” Sam commented.

“Yeah, well,” Dean shrugged. “If you were a six hundred year old hag and you could pick any costume to come back in, wouldn't you go for a hot cheerleader? I would, hmm…” He got a look in his eye and Liam smacked him. “Ow! What was that for?”

“Whatever you were thinking.”

“Well, Tracy’s not as wholesome as she looks,” Sam said as he turned the laptop so they could see. “Apparently she got into a violent altercation with one of her teachers, got suspended from school.”

They went to the school to check out their only lead. The art teacher told them Tracy had done quite a few very disturbing drawings. She was also an emancipated teen who had no parents to speak of. They tried to find her, but had no luck.

They entered the motel room and Castiel was standing there with someone else Dean didn’t recognize. Liam fainted onto a bed and Astiratu stood with them. “Oh, look, someone who doesn’t know how to follow orders or rules,” Castiel commented.

“Astiratu made a funny face at him. “Okay, so maybe the lines became a little blurred and I improvised. Maybe you could learn a little something from me.”

“This the raising of Samhain, have you stopped it?” Castiel turned to Dean. “Have you located the witch?”

“We know who it is,” Dean answered.

“Apparently the witch knows who you are too.” He showed them a hex bag. “This was inside the wall of your room. If we hadn’t found it, surely one or all of you would be dead. Do you know where the witch is now?”

“We’re working on it,” Dean said.

“That’s unfortunate,” Castiel shook his head. “The raising of Samhain is one of the seals.”

“Okay, great,” Dean threw his hands up. “Well now that you’re here, why don’t you tell us where the witch is. We’ll gank her and everybody goes home.”

“We are not omniscient. This witch is very powerful. She’s cloaked even our methods.”

“Enough of this!” the other angel growled.

“Okay, who are you and why should I care?” Dean asked.

“Uriel here likes to redecorate,” Astiratu crossed his arms.

“What does that mean?” Dean asked.

“It means you three need to leave this town before we destroy it,” Castiel answered.

“So this is your plan, you’re gonna smite the whole friggin town?” Dean looked infuriated.

“We’re out of time. This witch has to die. The seal must be saved.”

“There are a thousand people here,” Dean argued.

“One thousand two hundred fourteen,” Uriel said.

“And you’re willing to kill them all?” Sam looked like he might be sick.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve purified a city. You think you can stop us?”

“I can,” Astiratu said as he got right in Uriel’s face. “Like I said, you two could learn a thing or two from me. You really wanna piss with me, bitch? I have kicked your ass up and down all of heaven so many times already I’ve lost count, and I wasn’t even trying that hard. You only stay in your cozy little realm because Daddy would have my balls in a cheese grater if I threw you out. You remember that.”

“You’re already in hot water because you didn’t kill Sam,” Uriel pointed out. “You interfere with our orders and you might just find the water starts to boil on you.”

Astiratu shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the first time. You act like you’ve never met me before. I mean, yeah, so far I’ve been the good little soldier, but finally something has been asked of me that I just won’t give. So fuck you and the horse you rode in on, Uriel. Now get out of here and let us deal with it.”

“I suggest you move quickly then,” Castiel nodded.

Astiratu drew a symbol over his body on the bed before they left. They got in the car and Sam turned to Dean. “Dean, that hex bag turned up in our room, not after we talked to Tracy...”

“After we talked to the teacher,” Dean caught on and started to drive.

They raced to Don’s house only to find that they were too late. Tracy was strung up and her throat slashed. “Son of a bitch!” Dean shouted. “Where the hell are we gonna find this mook?”

“Here’s a thought. How about the cemetery?” Astiratu shot them a look.

When they got to the cemetery a bunch of teenagers were locked in a mausoleum with zombies rising. “Help them!” Sam yelled and started running off to find the demon.

“Dude, you’re not going off alone!” Dean shook his head.

“Just do it. I’ll be fine, I promise.”

Astiratu blew the crypt gates open with a wave of his hand and all the kids ran out screaming. “Bring it, bitches,” he got a crazy smile on his face as the zombies started closing in.

Dean and Astiratu put down the zombies and went after Sam. They found him in a different part of the mausoleum holding one hand out and concentrating hard while the demon struggled. Blood was dripping down Sam’s nose and he looked like he was in pain. “That’s my boy,” Astiratu smirked.

“Did you encourage this?” Dean turned to him, his eyes bugging out a little. “I thought you cured him.”

“Not quite. It’s a long story, one he’ll explain later.”

The demon was mostly out of the art teacher when Astiratu raised his hand and the black smoke went up in flames. Sam looked like he might pass out. “Very good, kid,” Astiratu smiled at him. “Looks like those wounded mice paid off.”

With that Astiratu was gone, leaving Sam to look at his brother. “Explain,” Dean demanded.

Sam told him everything Astiratu had told him on the way back to the car. “And you swallowed all that crap?” Dean looked shocked.

“Dean,” Sam swallowed hard. “He said nothing could fix me, that I’ll always have these powers. They’re just not tainted with evil anymore. He’s right, why waste them? I mean, Dean, if I can use them for good why shouldn’t I? I want to be able to protect my family.”

“Was the family angle his idea or yours?”

“He brought it up, but he had a point.”

Dean kicked a car tire. “That manipulative bastard! Sam, he fed you a line of crap and knew exactly what string to pull. He’s up to something, I just don’t know what.”

“Dean, he’s on the side of the greater good. He was supposed to kill me and he didn’t. Uriel even said he’s in trouble for not doing it.”

“Yeah, well, maybe instead of it being sentimental reasons he just has a better use for you.”

“Even if that’s the case, if he can turn me into a weapon against evil, let him use me. Dean, I know it freaks you out, but come on! He’s been keeping us alive, and maybe for selfish reasons, but are you really going to complain? He’s teaching Bobby Aramaic and teaching me to kill demons.”

“Yeah, but we don’t know what it’s going to cost us in the end,” Dean pointed out. “I’m starting to think that bastard is trouble with a capital T.”

The next day Sam was packing up when Uriel appeared, and Astiratu with him. “Did you really think we wouldn’t find out and you would get away with this?” Uriel spoke to Astiratu.

Astiratu shrugged. “Sweetheart, I get away with a lot of shit if you haven’t noticed.”

“So it’s true,” Sam’s eyes narrowed. “You did spare my life because you had a better use for me.”

Astiratu tilted his head and frowned. “Not true. I spoke the truth when I said you were one thing I was not willing to give.” He looked into Sam’s eyes with a soft look, then shrugged. “But, when I found out what was going on, hey, I’m an opportunist, I fully admit it. Those powers in you… To not utilize them would be such a fucking waste.”

Sam swallowed hard. “Did you bring my baby up to manipulate me into agreeing to it?”

Astiratu shrugged again. “I do what works. Sure, I went straight for your Achilles heel, but Sam, we both want the same thing. We want evil to get its own intestines shoved down its throat.”

“At what cost?” Sam asked.

“None that I can think of. Demons choke on their own entrails and everybody wins, except the demons of course.”

“You can’t think of any consequences of luring him down a dark and unknown road?” Uriel raised an eyebrow. “What about God? You really think if this turns bad God won’t skin you and throw your friend into the pit?”

“True, there’s that,” Astiratu sighed. “But I really think I’ve got something here, so I am going to make a proposal.”

“I’m listening.”

“Ask God to make his soul my property as well.” Sam’s eyes bugged out at the suggestion. “That way what I do with him is purely my business, and my responsibility.”

Uriel nodded. “I’ll pass the message along.”

When Uriel was gone Sam glared daggers at Astiratu. “You want my soul now?”

Astiratu glared back. “Cupcake, I just requested a get out of jail free card for you. If God grants my request and we continue with this, if things get ugly it’s my neck, you understand me? I am placing one giant bank breaking bet on you. If you really screw up all that will happen to you and your brother is you’ll get transferred to Jesus because he owns my ass. Believe me when I tell you that’s a good deal right there. But please, don’t screw up.” Astiratu disappeared, leaving Sam alone with his thoughts.

Dean was sitting on a park bench when Castiel appeared beside him. “Here to rub it in my face?” Dean asked.

“No, only to assuage your fears.”

“My fears?”

“About your brother and Astiratu. He is a bastard at times, but he is good, Dean. I’ve never known him to pull something like this without reason.”

“And that reason is a good one?”

“Most likely.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m gonna need better than most likely.”

“Whatever he is doing, he just covered your brother’s ass by exposing his own.”

“How so?”

“He just asked to own your brother’s soul.”

“That son of a...”

“Calm down, Dean. If the request is granted it removes all liability from your brother and puts it on Astiratu. He is truly a boatload of crazy, but he’s never stuck his neck out for anyone before.”

“Why are you defending him to me?”

“He once saved my ass. I won’t get into details, but I will say he didn’t have to, he just did. Since then he’s been a good friend, and quite the excellent lover.”

“You and…? Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“Should I be questioning your sanity?”

“Perhaps. It’s like it says in that one Taylor Swift song. He’s so bad, but he does it so well.”

Dean snorted at that. “Yeah, well, I still can’t help but worry about what he’s gotten my brother into.”
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