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Hunting Humanity VII	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1275 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dean walked into the kitchen carrying a case of beer and looking a little shaken up. Sam was sitting at the counter on a stool with his laptop. “You okay?” Sam asked when he saw his brother.

“Uh, yeah,” Dean nodded. “I just almost went back the old house is all. I got so used to that place being home I just...”

“I know, right?” Sam nodded. “It feels weird being here. But Natalie had a point that we were outgrowing the old place, and this place is really nice, so… I don’t know why my opinion mattered so much. She wanted my opinion on the house and the furniture, and everything. She’s got the money so she calls the shots.”

Dean put the beer in the fridge. “Yeah, but it’s probably lonely at the top. That, and that’s not how partnerships are supposed to work. I imagine she wants a husband and not a servant.”

“That’s what she said, so I gave my opinion. I have never put so much thought into furniture in my life. She still ended up making the final decisions, but whatever. It’s dangerous to argue with a pregnant woman.”

Dean chuckled. “So glad I do not have that problem. Of course, arguing with an emotional and irrational Liam can be pretty treacherous too. Anyway, have you found anything useful?”

“Maybe. This kid went missing from a preschool.”

“That sucks. And?”

“And at the same time he vanished, a surprise tornado hit, lasted maybe twenty seconds, then, uh... shazam! Back to perfect weather. Similar wackiness has happened over the past few weeks in other places, uh, Tulsa, a bus driver vanishes and a river gets overrun with frogs. New Mexico, a mailman disappears, the earth splits open.”

Dean walked over to stand next to Sam. “Alright. So, uh, you thinking demons?”

“Yeah, possibly, but I mean, this stuff was major. These folks have nothing in common, no religious affiliations, different hometowns, all ages. Why would demons want them?”

“Why do demons want anything?”

“You usually do not want to know the answer to that,” Liam came in from the backyard wearing only swim trunks and a towel over his shoulders.

Dean pulled him in for a kiss. “How was your swim?”

“Good. I like having a pool, it was sweet of Natalie to think about my enjoyment of swimming. She still with the kids looking at preschools for John?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “And it looks like we have to leave again. Demons seem to be kidnapping people, and I have no idea why.”

Liam nodded. “Alright, just let me get dressed and packed. And don’t forget, we have a date for that concert next week,” he leaned in to kiss Dean tenderly. Dean’s hands slid up his sides.

They drove out to where the child had been abducted and knocked on the woman’s door. Sam held up his FBI badge so she could see it through the window in the door. She opened the door but did not undo the chain. “Mrs. Hagar? FBI. We want to speak to you about Aaron Webber's abduction.” Dean looked at her.

“Like I told the police, one minute I was taking Aaron to get cleaned up, and the next minute I woke up in a park three blocks away.”

“And you have no memory of what happened?” Sam asked.

She shook her head. “No. He was just gone.”

“Can you think any reason why somebody would want to harm him? Um, any enemies?” Dean asked.

“Enemies? He's five.”

“When you woke up on the floor, were there any signs of struggle?”

“No.”

“Smell like sulfur?” Sam asked.

“How did you know that?”

“Lucky guess. Thanks for your time.”

They went back to the motel and settled down to sleep. Liam snuggled close, facing Dean and ran a hand over his lover’s cheek. Dean reached around Liam and lightly stroked his fingertips down his bare spine, causing the blond to whimper softly in pleasure. Dean smiled. “I love it when you make that noise and that face. I really missed you. I missed this.”

“So did I.” Liam touched Dean’s bare chest, and his hand slid up to his neck and then down his shoulder. “I don’t mean to get so heavy just before we go to sleep, but do you really think you could be happy with just me the rest of your life? Like, no more women, ever.”

Dean sighed. “You pick the oddest times, but yes.” He stroked Liam’s hair. “What I have with you… I just can’t put words to it, but it’s something I’ve never had before.”

“When you had that penny you were going to kill me.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Like I said, feelings of resentment blown way out of proportion. And I feel a little better since we talked. I prefer you breathing. Here, I know what will relax you.” He rolled Liam onto his stomach and stared very lightly stroking his fingertips down the blond’s bare back.

Liam whimpered and squirmed a little. “That feels good.”

Dean tickled his back until he practically melted into the mattress before curling up beside him and trying to sleep. Sometime during the night Dean opened his eyes and saw Castiel at the window. He jumped out of bed and went over to the window. When he reached it Castiel was gone.

Liam woke and sat up. “Something going on?” he asked sleepily.

“I don't know. I just saw something.”

“What did you see?”

“Cas.”

“Cas? Where?”

“He was right there in the window a minute ago. I saw him earlier too, along the road when I was coming back from the beer run.”

Liam rubbed his eyes. “How is that possible? You said he didn’t make it out.”

“I tried so damn hard to get us the hell out of there.”

“I know you did.”

“You know, I could have pulled him out. I just don't understand why he didn't try harder.”

“Dean, I’m sure you did everything you could.”

“Yeah, but why do I feel like crap?”

“Because like me you tend to take things harder than you really should. If you let it, this is gonna keep messing with you. You got to walk past it. Come back to bed.”

Dean nodded and crawled back into the bed. Liam wrapped an arm around him and planted a few kisses on his lips before settling down to go back to sleep.

In the morning Sam knocked on the door and they went to get breakfast. After that Sam got back on the laptop and did some more digging. “Hey, so it's not just Americans who are vanishing. Uh, this guy, Luigi Ponzi disappeared walking between two subway cars in Rome. And right above ground, there was a freak hail storm.”

Dean went into the bathroom. “So, we going to Rome? Wouldn't be too shabby.”

Castiel appeared behind him. “Hello, Dean.”

Dean nearly fell over from shock. “What the hell?”

Castiel took a seat at the table with Sam. Sam shook his head. “Unbelievable, man. I cannot believe it. You're actually here.”

“Yeah, I've been trying to reach out, but for whatever reason, I wasn't at full power. So I couldn't connect with you.”

Liam looked to Dean. “That must have been why you kept seeing him. I mean, you think?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, uh, I got to be honest. I'm thinking, how the hell did you make it out? I mean, I was there. I know that place. I know how we had to scratch and claw and kill and bleed to find that portal and make it through it, and it almost finished me. So, uh, so how exactly are you sitting here with us right now?”

“Dean, everything you just said is completely true. And that's the strange part. I have no idea. I remember endlessly running and hiding from Leviathan, and then I was on the side of the road in Illinois. And that was it.”

“And that was it?” Dean looked a little upset.

“Yes,” Castiel nodded. “Oh. I'm dirty.”

“Yeah, well, Purgatory will do that to you.”

Castiel got up and went into the bathroom. Liam got up and pulled Dean over to bed with him. “You okay?”

“You do see something severely wrong here, right? I remember every second of leaving that place. I mean, I remember the heat, the stink, the pain, the fear. I have that whole ugly mess,” he tapped his head, “right here, and he says he has no idea how he got out? I'm just not buying it.”

“So what, you think he's lying?” Sam asked.

“I'm saying something else happened. I saw the shape that he was in. I mean, there was no way he was fighting his ass out alone. No way.”

“Alright. So, who or what got him out?”

Castiel came out of the bathroom now dressed in a clean suit again and freshly shaved. “Better?”

“Much better,” Liam nodded.

Dean decided to go on another beer run, and Sam kept investigating on the laptop. Castiel and Liam watched TV. “What's the latest?” Dean asked when he came back.

“The latest is nothing,” Sam answered. “It's like it all stopped. No freak disappearances linked to any freak natural events.”

Dean set a beer down for Sam and leaned over to look at the screen. “So how many have we got, seven?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, uh, Luigi, Justin, Aaron, Maria-”

“Maria, Dennis, Krista, Sven,” Castiel finished the list. “I missed television.”

Sam blinked. “Wait, Cas. How did you know those are the names?”

“Well, they're prophets.”

“Prophets?” Dean looked at him.

“Yeah, angels instinctively know the names of every prophet, past, present, and future.”

Dean pointed to the screen. “So, this list is the name of every one of them that exists?”

“Yes, until the next generation is born. Plus Kevin Tran, of course. The other seven are future prophets, since, uh, only one can exist at a time.”

Sam looked confused. “Uh, how is Kevin a prophet if Chuck is a prophet?”

“I'm not sure what happened to Chuck, but, um, he must be dead.”

Dean looked at the angel. “So, the next one comes off the bench if Kevin goes down?”

“Exactly. And they have no idea who they are, of course.”

“Crowley,” Sam looked to his brother.

Dean shook his head. “Insurance. Boy, he's getting desperate.”

Sam nodded. “Explains all the weird phenomena. Lower level demons nabbing heavy duty cargo. The vessels of God's Word, boom.”

Castiel turned his attention from the TV. “I get the feeling something's going on.”

Sam’s phone started ringing and he took it out to answer it. “Hello. Mrs. Tran? What?” he took the phone from his ear and looked to his companions. “Crowley's got Kevin.”

They arranged to drive out to meet Mrs. Tran. They arrived first and parked by the side of the road to wait. “Cas, can I talk to you outside?” Dean asked.

Castiel got out of the car with him. “What?”

“Exactly. What? What the hell happened? Back there. Purgatory. I told you I would get you out. We were there! It was like you just gave up. It's like you didn't believe we could do it. I mean, you kept saying that you didn't think it would work. Did you not trust me?”

“Dean...”

“I did everything I could to get you out, everything! I did not leave you.”

“So you think this was your fault?”

They were interrupted by Mrs. Tran pulling up beside them and getting out of her car. “You can do this, can't you? You can get him back?”

“How did Crowley find you?” Dean asked.

“Oh, I hired a witch, and she ratted us out.”

Sam blinked. “A witch? Why'd you hire a witch?”

“To make demon bombs, of course! These are Kevin's notes,” she handed a notebook to Sam.

“You have any idea where Crowley took him?” Dean asked.

“No. But, uh, this guy might,” she opened the trunk of her car to reveal a demon trapped under a devil’s trap on the trunk lid.

Dean grabbed Liam and pulled him over to the trunk. “Do what you do best, sweetheart.”

It didn’t take long for Liam to make the demon sing like a canary. They started driving to an abandoned factory in Iowa. When they arrived Sam handcuffed Mrs. Tran to the steering wheel. “Sorry.”

“Wait! What?” Mrs. Tran looked angry.

Dean opened up her trunk to reveal the demon again. “This it?”

“Yes,” the demon growled.

“My son is in there!” Mrs. Tran exclaimed.

Sam sighed. “Which means Crowley already has leverage. He doesn't need another hostage.”

Dean gave Liam a little nod and the blond grabbed the demon by the throat and killed him. “Oh, come on!” Mrs. Tran pulled at the restraints.

The four of them entered the factory. “Sam, you and Liam go left. Cas and I will go right,” Dean instructed. With a nod they split up.

Sam and Liam went down a flight of stairs and came face to face with four demons. They split up, each drawing two. Sam wrestled with his two while Liam grabbed the other two by the throat at the same time and slammed their heads together as he killed them. Then he got the other two off Sam. “You’re really good at that,” Sam panted, wiping a little blood from his lip.

Liam shrugged and they continued on. They broke into a room that was splattered with blood and had an octagonal table in the middle. The missing prophets peeked out from behind the table. “Hey. Uh... we’re here to help,” Liam assured them.

They soon met up with Dean, Castiel, and Kevin. Kevin was carrying half the tablet. They went back outside so Kevin could be reunited with his mother. Sam put his phone away. “Cops are on their way. They're gonna pick up the prophets. Um, they'll all be heading home.”

“What about us?” Mrs. Tran asked.

“I called a friend of ours, Garth. He does what we do. Well... in his own way. He'll keep an eye on you guys. You get that it was hiring that witch that got you into all this, right? How you holding up, Kev?”

“You kidding? I want to seal those bastards up forever. Took my finger.”

Sam patted his shoulder. “Cas thinks he might be able to fix that. In the meantime, just lay low till we get back to you, okay?”

Castiel stood with Dean while Dean put things back in the trunk. “That was a bonehead move back there. You could have gotten yourself killed. Why didn't you wait for me?”

“Well, I didn't get killed. And it worked.”

“And if it didn't?”

“It would have been my problem.”

“Well, that's not the way I see it.”

“Hey, everything isn't your responsibility. Getting me out of Purgatory wasn't your responsibility.”

“You didn't get out. So whose fault was it?”

“It's not about fault. It's about will. Dean, do you really not remember?”

Dean snorted. “I lived it, Cas. Okay, I know what happened.”

“No, you think you know. You remembered it the way you needed to.”

“Look, I don't need to feel like hell for failing you, okay? For failing you like I've failed every other godforsaken thing that I care about! I don't need it!”

“Dean. Just look at it. Really look at it.” The angel touched Dean’s forehead to make him relive the memory. “See, it wasn't that I was weak. I was stronger than you. I pulled away. Nothing you could have done would have saved me, because I didn't want to be saved.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“It's where I belonged. I needed to do penance. After the things I did on earth and in heaven, I didn't deserve to be out. And I saw that clearly when I was there. I planned to stay all along. I just didn't know how to tell you. You can't save everyone, my friend, though, you try.”

Sam came up to them. “Hey. Everything okay?”

Castiel nodded. “Yeah. Just, uh, setting a few things straight.”

“Good. Garth is gonna lay low with the Trans. We just have to track down the other piece. You're with us on this one, right, Cas? Cas, you okay?”

“I'm fine. And, yes, I'm with you, if that's all right.”

“What?” Dean noticed Liam making a funny face.

“Disturbance in the force,” Liam answered. “Cas, you disappeared for a moment. Where’d you go?”

“I didn’t go anywhere,” Castiel insisted. “Your brain must be playing tricks on you. Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Dean gave Castiel a strange look. Castiel walked away and Liam went to sit in the car. Dean turned to his brother. “I don’t like this.”

“What?” Sam asked.

“Liam noticed Cas disappear for a moment. I didn’t notice, but he can sense things regular people can’t. I know he’s a raving lunatic, but I don’t think he would’ve hallucinated that.”

Sam sighed. “So, what, you think Cas is planning to stab us in the back again?”

“I don’t know what to think right now. After everything we went through I wouldn’t think… But then it’s still a big mystery how Cas got out of Purgatory.”

They waited for Garth to come collect the Trans and they went home. Sam had to leave for Delaware for the trial. He insisted on going alone, not wanting to drag anyone else with him. He returned late that night, slamming the door as he came in. Dean, Liam, and Natalie had waited up for him. “I take it the trial didn’t go well,” Natalie frowned.

“I don’t know why I even went,” Sam grumbled.

“What happened?” Dean asked.

Sam joined everyone on the sectional sofa. “As you can imagine, the defense attacked me. The lawyer tried to make it seem like I really do remember and I manipulated her! After all, I have a penis, so I must be always horny and willing to fuck anything on two legs with a vagina. I...” he ran a hand through his hair.

Natalie put a hand on his shoulder. “But I’m sure she couldn’t wiggle out of admitting to using the love potion at the custody hearing, could she?”

“You wouldn’t think so,” Sam sighed. “She got lucky and got a smart public defender. His first angle was I was able to sexually preform obviously, so I couldn’t have been that messed up and unable to consent. I couldn’t exactly explain to the jury that a demon love potion works differently than a street drug. His second angle was that she’s insane.”

“Yeah, that was smart,” Dean agreed with a frown. “And not untrue.”

Sam swallowed hard. “He went for an insanity defense, but of course felt the need to rip me down in the process anyway. The court’s own independent psychologist found that she really doesn’t think she did anything wrong. She is severely delusional and emotionally disturbed.”

Dean sighed. “We already knew that. The stupid books may actually be true, but she has or had a very unhealthy obsession with you. Anyway, what was the verdict?”

“Not guilty by reason of mental disease or defect. The insanity defense worked.”

Dean blinked. “That doesn’t mean she goes free, does it?”

Sam shook his head. “No. She goes to a state mental hospital until the staff psychologist thinks she’s all better. I just wanted to forget...” Sam leaned forward and put his face in his hands and started crying.

Natalie leaned against him and rubbed his back while Liam sat on his other side and hugged him. Natalie brushed some stray hair from his face. “It’s late, and you’ve had a very long and very tough day. Why don’t we go to bed and get some rest?”

Sam nodded and stood, letting Natalie take his hand and lead him upstairs. Dean shook his head. “Jeez. Who would’ve thought one little psycho bitch could do so much damage. At least she’s getting locked up in a mental hospital and Sam won’t have to deal with her for probably a very long time.”

“Yeah,” Liam nodded. “And maybe she’ll get the help she so desperately needs. I don’t doubt she doesn’t think she did anything wrong. She’s fucked in the head, and that is saying something coming from me. Anyway, we should go to bed too.”
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