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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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Dean and Liam were watching TV when Natalie and Sam came back from a doctor’s appointment both grinning from ear to ear. “Dude, you have to see this,” Sam insisted.

“See what?” Dean asked.

“They gave us a DVD of the ultrasound.”

“Hook us up!” Dean smiled.

Sam put the DVD in the player and turned it on. The image popped up on the screen and Dean and Liam’s eyes widened at the baby squirming around. “That is way fucking cool!” Dean couldn’t believe his eyes. “Look at him!”

“I know,” Sam nodded. “It’s just mind blowing how… you know… leads to that, but it did. Dude, I can’t get over it, but that’s my son! They said everything looks normal and he’s healthy thankfully.”

“Oh, look, he’s sucking his thumb!” Dean pointed. “That is lethal cuteness right there.”

“Yeah,” Sam sighed and turned the ultrasound off. “So, um, back to less pleasant topics. I didn’t say anything sooner because I really wanted to go to this appointment, but I got a tip from the um, angel friend who owns our asses.”

“Our asses?” Dean’s eyebrow raised. “Yours included?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “But really, it’s all good. Anyway, word in the angel world has it that there’s this girl, Anna Milton, that escaped from a locked mental ward yesterday. Everyone is looking for her, demons included. The demons want her alive, so whatever the deal is, our friend thinks we should find her first.”

Dean sighed. “You know, I’m really having doubts about this friend.”

“I know, but Dean, we both owe him our lives. He’s a little unstable, sure, and his methods might be a little questionable, but all he’s done so far is try to help.”

“Why don’t I ever get to meet this friend?” Liam huffed. “Every time he comes around I pass out. Is there something wrong with me? Does he not like me?”

Dean patted Liam on the shoulder. “Trust me, you will meet him someday. Anyway, if you’re sure this tip is good, I guess we gotta go.”

Three days later they found themselves in the mental hospital talking to the psychiatrist. “Now, the orderly has no recollection of Anna's escape?” Sam asked.

“Apparently, she knocked him unconscious,” the psychiatrist pointed to a crack in the glass on the door of her room. “The blow caused some amnesia. He doesn't even remember coming into her room.”

“Uh, you mentioned Anna's illness was recent.” Sam took notes.

“Two months ago she was a happy, well adjusted journalism major, lots of friends, and a bright future.”

“So, what happened, she just... flipped?” Dean asked.

“Well, that's the tragedy of schizophrenia. Within weeks Anna was overtaken by delusions.”

“What kind of delusions?” Liam asked.

“She thought demons were everywhere.” The psychologist handed over some sketches she had drawn. “It's not uncommon for our patients to believe that monsters are real.”

“Well, that's just batty,” Dean said, trying very hard to keep a straight face.

Sam showed Dean and Liam the drawings. Some of them were about the seals that had been broken. “Well, Anna's father was a church deacon,” the psychologist continued. “When she became ill her paranoia took on religious overtones. She was convinced the devil was about to rise up and end the world. I hope you find her. It's dangerous for her to be out there alone right now.”

“We will,” Liam nodded. “Thanks for your cooperation.”

The first place they tried was Anna’s parents’ house. They knocked on the door, but no answer. “Maybe they're not home,” Dean shrugged.

“Both cars in the driveway,” Sam pointed out.

Dean tried the door and it opened. “Mr. And Mrs. Milton?” Dean called out as they entered the house. “We're from the sheriff's department. We just wanted to ask you a couple of questions.”

They found two dead bodies on the floor, their throats slashed. Sam knelt by the bodies and found some powder. “Sulfur. The demons beat us here. Whatever the deal is with this Anna girl...”

Sam started looking at family photos. “Hey, you got those sketches from Anna's notebook?”

“Yeah,” Dean pulled them out.

Sam showed them a photo of her family in front of their church, and then some of the drawings. “She was drawing the window of her church. Over and over. If you were religious, scared, and had demons on your ass, where would you go to feel safe?”

They drove to the church and searched it, finding her hiding in the attic. “We're not gonna hurt you,” Sam called out. “We're here to help. My name is Sam. This is my brother, Dean, and our friend Liam.”

“Sam? Not Sam Winchester?” she cautiously came out from her hiding spot.

“Uh, yeah,” Sam nodded.

“And you're Dean? And you’re Liam Spencer?”

“Uh, how did you know my name?” Liam tilted his head in confusion.

“The angels talk about you. You were in hell, Dean, but Castiel pulled you out, and some of them think you can help save us. And some of them don't like you at all,” she looked to Sam. “And you, none of them but Castiel likes you,” she said to Liam. “They talk about you all the time lately. I feel like I know you.”

“So, you talk to angels?” Dean asked.

“Oh, no. No way. Um, they probably don't even know I exist. I just kind of overhear them.”

“You overhear them?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, they talk, and sometimes I just hear them in my head.”

“Like right now?” Liam asked.

“Not right this second, but a lot, and I can't shut them out. There are so many of them.”

“So, they lock you up with a case of the crazies when really you were just tuning in to angel radio?” Dean tried to process it.

“Anna, when did the voices start? Do you remember?” Sam asked.

“The day Dean was rescued from hell. First words I heard, clear as a bell. Astiratu got what he wanted… again.”

“Well, at least now we know why the demons want you so bad,” Dean sighed. “They get a hold of you, they can hear everything the other side's cooking. You're 1-900-angel.”

“Hey, um, do you know, are my parents okay?” Anna asked. “I didn't go home. I was afraid.”

Liam was about to give her the bad news when he stopped and stared at the door. “Something wrong, Babe?” Dean asked.

“I feel something, can’t put my finger on it.”

“Um, guys...” Sam points to a statue of the Virgin Mary that was bleeding from its eyes. Sam grabbed Anna and put her in the closet. “Okay. Stay in there. Don't move.”

The demon entered and Sam tried to exorcise it, but to no avail. “That tickles,” the demon laughed. “You don't have the juice to take me on, Sam.” With a wave of his hand Sam was thrown down the stairs. Then he started pounding on Dean. “Hello again, Dean,” it grinned evilly as it pinned him and hit him again.

“Get away from him, Alastair,” Liam growled, but one look at those red eyes suggested it wasn’t Liam anymore.

Alastair turned to him. “Astiratu, how lovely to see you. Last time we met you were going postal on my minions because of this human,” he motioned to Dean. “Then, of course, you don’t need much of a reason to go postal, do you?”

Astiratu chuckled. “You know what I think? I think you’d make a lovely pink bunny.”

Alastair only laughed. “Here on earth in that human body, you don’t quite have the juice to do anything but stand here and die with the humans.”

“Wanna bet?” He looked to Dean. “Take her and run you moron!” he shouted before slugging Alastair and knocking him back several feet.

Dean just stared helpless as the two fought, blood flying out of Liam’s mouth at a particularly brutal hit. Sam grabbed his brother and pulled him to the door. “He’s trying to save us!” Sam shouted as they ran with Anna.

They found an abandoned house to hide out in and patch themselves up. “God, we just left him to die,” Dean shook his head while holding an ice pack to his injured shoulder. “Astiratu is a bit of a cocky dick, but Liam was in there...” A tear welled up in Dean’s eye.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Sam sighed. “Really, I am, but if he hadn’t done what he did we’d be dead along with Liam. That what you want?”

Dean took a deep breath and shook his head. “What do I do now?”

“Anna, are you okay?” Sam asked her.

“Yeah. I think so,” she nodded. “That was Astiratu that came out of your friend. The angels, they think he’s a crazy you know what, but he just saved us. Hey, Sam, you think it'd be safe to make a quick call just to tell my parents I'm okay? They must be completely freaked.”

The door opened and a beaten and blood soaked Liam stepped in the door. “Your parents aren’t worried about much right now.”

“Who’s in there right now?” Dean demanded.

Liam’s head lifted and red eyes stared at them. “Santa Clause.”

“Is Alastair dead?” Sam asked.

“You wish. No, we just had a little contest to see who could beat whose body to death first, and I won by a hair.” Astiratu collapsed onto the couch panting heavily.

“How badly are you hurt?” Dean asked with concern.

“As soon as this is over, take me to a hospital and tell them I was run over by a semi.”

“What about my parents?” Anna asked on the verge of tears.

“They’re dead,” Astiratu answered and she started to cry.

“That was a real nice way to break it to her,” Sam shook his head.

“Sorry, but you try having your body broken and see if you wind up in a gentle and caring mood.”

“Why is this happening to me?” Anna swallowed hard. “They're coming!” her eyes went wide.

“Back room,” Dean ushered her to hide.

A minute later the door burst open and Castiel and Uriel entered. Castiel saw Astiratu and rushed over to him. “You need medical attention, my friend.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” Astiratu shot him a look.

A light came from Castiel’s hands. “That should help until you can get to a hospital.”

“Please tell me you're here to help,” Dean looked at the angels. “We've been having demon issues all day.”

“We're here for Anna,” Castiel answered.

“Here for her like... here for her?” Dean asked.

“Stop talking,” Uriel growled. “Give her to us.”

“Are you gonna help her?” Sam asked.

“No, she has to die,” Castiel answered.

“Whoa,” Dean held up a hand. “Okay, I know she's wiretapping your angel chats or whatever, but it's no reason to gank her.”

“Don't worry. I'll kill her gentle,” Uriel smirked.

“Or, you could shove a dildo up your ass and do the hokey pokey,” Astiratu snorted.

Uriel walked over to stand over Astiratu and shook his head. “After a few rounds with Alastair you’re in no shape to stop us.”

“Anna's an innocent girl,” Sam argued.

“She is far from innocent,” Castiel said.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Sam asked.

“It means she is an abomination.”

Suddenly there was a bright light and both angels disappeared. Dean went to check on Anna and found that she had drawn a symbol on a mirror in her own blood. “Are they gone?” she asked.

“Did you kill them?” Dean asked.

“No. I sent them away.”

“You want to tell me how?”

“That just popped in my head,” she pointed to the symbol. “I don't know how I did it. I just did it.”

“Dean!” Sam called out.

“What?” Dean went back to the other room.

“I don’t think Liam is gonna make it,” Sam frowned at the unconscious body dripping blood from his mouth.

“Of course he is,” Dean swallowed hard. “He’s tough. We just gotta get him to a hospital and Anna somewhere safe.”

They drove to the nearest hospital as fast as they could. “Liam, if you can hear me, I hope you understand us ditching you like this,” Dean stroked his mate’s hair and carried him inside, dumping him where he’d be found before leaving.

They drove to Bobby’s house and stashed Anna in his panic room. Astiratu appeared leaning against the wall. “Your body?” Dean asked. “My boyfriend?”

“Hanging in there,” Astiratu answered. “The trauma surgeons are trying to piece mincemeat back together as we speak. Oh, I’ve figured out who the girl is, by the way.”

“Care to enlighten us?” Dean asked.

“A fallen angel.”

“What?” Anna looked scared and confused. “You’re as crazy as they say you are!”

Astiratu approached Anna and smacked the palm of his hand against her forehead. She blinked, then smiled at him. “I still think you’re crazy,” she chuckled. “But thank you, Astiratu.”

“Welcome,” Astiratu returned the smile.

“You mean he was right?” Dean looked confused.

“Yes,” Anna nodded. “But don't be afraid, I'm not like the others. So, Castiel and Uriel, they're the ones that came for me?”

“You know them?”

“We were kind of in the same foxhole.”

“But now they want to kill you,” Sam sighed.

“Orders are orders,” Anna shrugged. “I'm sure I have a death sentence on my head. I disobeyed, which, for us, is about the worst thing you can do. I fell.”

“Meaning?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“She fell to earth, became human,” Astiratu explained.

“Wait a minute,” Sam’s eyes narrowed. “I don't understand. So, angels can just become human?”

“It kind of hurts. Try cutting your kidney out with a butter knife. That kind of hurt. I ripped out my grace.”

“Come again?” Dean blinked.

“Angel essence,” Astiratu sighed. “Or angel juice if you prefer to call it that.”

“So, you just forgot that you were God's little Power Ranger until Astiratu comes and smacks you on the forehead with his juice?” Dean tried to process everything.

“The older I got, the longer I was human, yeah,” Anna nodded.

“We are so completely screwed,” Astiratu shook his head.

Anna smirked at him. “If I recall correctly, you have a certain talent for landing yourself in a pile of shit and you always manage to come out the other end smelling like a rose.”

“Maybe so, but I have more than just myself to worry about now.”

She grinned, looking over at Sam and Dean. “You really and truly care for these humans, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes. Huh. Never thought I would see the day.”

“Me either, but hey… Anyway, back to task, heaven and hell both want you bad, and thanks to me going off partial information, we’re caught in the middle.”

“I know. And that's why I'm gonna get back my grace.”

“You can do that?” Dean asked.

“If I can find it.”

“Alright,” Dean nodded. “I like this plan. So, where's this grace of yours?”

“Lost track. I was falling about ten thousand miles per hour at the time.”

“Wait. You mean falling, like, literally?” Sam asked.

“Yep,” Astiratu nodded. “I do it every time I’m born again. It’s a real trip.”

“Like the way a human eye can see? Like a comet, maybe, or a meteor?” the wheels in Sam’s head started turning.

“Why do you ask?” Anna tilted her head.

“Because if that’s the case, maybe we can help you find it.”

They went to Bobby’s library and started doing research. “Here. In march '85,” Sam pointed to a blurb in a book. “A meteorite vanished in the night sky over northwestern Ohio. It was sighted nine months before Anna was born, and she was born in that part of Ohio. Look, I think it was Anna and here, same time, another meteor over Kentucky.”

“Wow, narrowed it down a whole state,” Astiratu sighed.

“Look, it's a start,” Sam shot him a look.

Dean stood outside with Anna. “Can I ask you a question? Why would you fall? Why would you want to be one of us? A bunch of miserable bastards... Eating, crapping, confused, afraid.”

“I don't know. There's loyalty, forgiveness, and love.”

“Pain.”

“Chocolate cake and sex.”

“Yeah, you got me there,” Dean chuckled. “Wait, Castiel once said to me...”

“Astiratu magic,” she smiled at him. “Him, he’s got the best of both worlds. A crap load of power and purpose, but he has feelings.”

“Feelings are overrated, if you ask me.”

“Beats being an angel.”

“How's that possible? You guys are powerful and perfect. You don't doubt yourselves or God or anything.”

“Perfect like a marble statue. Cold, no choice, only obedience. Dean, do you know how many angels have actually seen God? Seen his face?”

“All of you?”

“Four angels. Four. And I'm not one of them. We have to take it on faith, which we're killed if we don't have.”

“I get a bright giant glowing ball screaming at me,” Astiratu joined them.

“At least you’ve talked to Him,” Anna turned to him. “I envy you.”

“And here I thought angels hated me,” he chuckled.

“Partly because you can be a bit insufferable at times. You were made to be superior and you know it and grind it in our faces. Then there is the constant mischief making. But mostly it is because you have what we cannot. You get to have the human experience while keeping your grace. You can cause mischief and trouble and get away with it. You can think for yourself and are not blindly obedient.”

“Yeah, well, I have my own crosses to bare.” He glanced at Dean. “And lately I haven’t exactly been walking the straight and narrow.”

“So, angels really can’t have sex?” Dean looked a little surprised by that.

“Not without a little temporary assistance from me, no,” Astiratu answered. “They don’t have the equipment, but I do.”

“Another reason to envy you,” Anna smirked at him.

Sam came out then. “Did you find something?” Dean asked him.

“I think so,” Sam nodded. “Union, Kentucky. Found some accounts of a local miracle. In '85, there was an empty field outside of town. Six months later, there was a full grown oak. They say it looks a century old at least.”

“Anna, what do you think?” Dean asked her.

“The grace. Where it hit, it could have done something like that, easy.”

They all hopped in the car and headed for Kentucky. “I won’t forget this, you know,” Anna said to Asturatu. “You really aren’t so bad when you’re not being a dick.”

“Right back at you,” he smiled.

“Your body, by the way?” Dean glanced in the rear view mirror.

Astiratu closed his eyes for a moment. “Amazingly enough, still alive.”

They found the tree, and sure enough it was where her grace landed, but it was gone. “Super,” Astiratu sighed as he got back in the car and they drove back to Bobby’s.

Dean sat outside pouring over a book trying to figure out what to do next. “Hey. Holding up okay?” he asked Anna when she came out.

“A little scared, I guess. So, um, Dean... I just wanted to thank you.”

“For what?”

“Everything. You guys, you didn't have to help me.”

“Hey, let's can the thanks for trying speech, you know? Participation trophies suck ass.”

“I don't know. Maybe I don't deserve to be saved.”

“Don't talk like that.”

“I disobeyed. Lucifer disobeyed. It's our murder one, and I knew it. Maybe I got to pay.”

“Yeah, well, we've all done things we got to pay for.”

“Dean, about a week ago I heard the angels talking about you. What you did in hell. Dean, I know. It wasn't your fault. You should forgive yourself.”

Dean tensed. “Anna, I don't want to, uh... I don't want to... I can't talk about that.”

“I know. But when you can, you have people that want to help. You are not alone. That's all I'm trying to say. Astiratu, he probably doesn’t talk about it either, but he can relate a lot better than you might think.”

Dean gave her a little smile and eventually headed inside to collapse on the couch and fall asleep next to his brother. Then he found himself in the barn with Uriel. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”

“It's the only way we could chat since you're hiding like cowards.”

“Don't normally see you off leash. Where's your boss?”

“Castiel? He's not here. See, he has this weakness. He likes you and Astiratu. Time's up, boy. We want the girl.”

“Wouldn't try that if I were you. See, she got her grace back. Full blown angel now.”

That would be a neat trick, considering,” Uriel pulled out a glowing pendant around his neck, “I have her grace right here. We can't let hell get their hooks into her.”

“Well, then why don't you just give her back her angel juice?”

“She committed a serious crime.”

“What? Thinking for herself?”

“That’s overrated. As you’ll see with your friend Astiratu, being a willful ass can get you into trouble.”

“He’s taught me a lot actually. I guess I just like being a pain in the pooper too.”

“Well, it's your last chance. Give us the girl.”

“Or what? What can I say? I don't break easy.”

“Oh, yes, you do. You just got to know where to apply the right pressure. Astiratu’s body, we do know where that is. It’s lying in a hospital alive but in critical condition. That can be fixed.”

Dean just glared at him before sighing.

The next morning they were all sitting in the barn trying to figure out what to do when Castiel and Uriel appeared. “Hello, Anna. It's good to see you,” Castiel greeted her.

“How? How did you find us?” Sam looked surprised. “Dean?”

“I'm sorry,” Dean hung his head.

“It’s all right,” she assured him. “They gave him a choice. They either kill me, or kill you and Liam. I know how their minds work. You did the best you could, Dean. I forgive you. Okay. No more tricks. No more running. I'm ready.”

“I'm sorry,” Castiel frowned.

“No. You're not. Not really. You don't know the feeling.”

“Still, we have a history. It's just...”

“Orders are orders. I know. Just make it quick.”

Astiratu circled Uriel. “You know, I’m in much better shape to deal with you pricks now.”

Uriel just chuckled. “You know, word has it you’re becoming much more trouble than you’re worth, and all for love.”

“You should try it sometime. Oh, wait, you can’t. Sucks for you. You are nothing but a little hammer I can crush with my boot back home. I’m smarter, faster, stronger, and more importantly, I matter more than you, you insignificant insect.”

Uriel growled and threw Astiratu up against the wall. The two scuffled, Uriel seeming to be winning until Astiratu gave him one brutal hit and sent him flying. “That bitch slap was for threatening my body,” Astiratu panted. “And...” he held out the pendant that was around Uriel’s neck. “Told you I was smarter.”

He tossed it to Anna, who smashed it on the ground. “Shut your eyes!” she shouted as white light began to flow into her mouth.

Sam and Dean covered their eyes while a bright light flashed and Anna disappeared. “This isn't over,” Uriel growled.

“Oh, it looks over to me, junkless,” Dean snickered before the angels disappeared.

A little while later Sam and Dean sat on the hood of the Impala drinking beers while Astiratu leaned on the car beside them. “Sure you don’t want one?” Dean asked Astiratu.

“One, I am just kind of a spirit right now. Two, what you call beer I call piss.”

Dean sighed and stared straight ahead. “It wasn't four months, you know.”

“What?” Sam asked.

“Hell. It was four months up here, but down there... I don't know. Time's different. It was more like forty years.”

“My God.” Sam looked horrified.

“They, uh... They sliced and carved and tore at me in ways that you... Until there was nothing left. And then, suddenly I would be whole again, like magic, just so they could start in all over. And Alastair, at the end of every day, every one, he would come over, and he would make me an offer. To take me off the rack if I put souls on, if I started the torturing. Every day I told him to stick it where the sun shines. For thirty years I told him. But then I couldn't do it anymore, Sammy. I couldn't. And I got off that rack. God help me, I got right off it, and I started ripping them apart. I lost count of how many souls.” A few tears slid down his cheeks. “The things that I did to them.”

“Dean, look, you held out for thirty years. That's longer than anyone would have,” Sam tried to soothe him.

“How I feel... This... inside me... I wish I couldn't feel anything, Sammy. I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing.”

“Shhh...” Astiratu moved to cup his cheeks. “I know. Believe me, I know. As a young soul I used to carry the same sentiment. You think I went psycho because one day it just sounded like fun? No, there’s this line from one of my favorite songs, ‘Runaway Train’. It goes ‘little out of touch, little insane, it’s just as easy as in dealing with pain’. Dean, like your brother said, you held out for thirty years. Big and bad Vlad the Impaler lasted ten minutes with me. Granted, Alastair is no me. Seriously, the ripping of flesh has been done to death. I’m quite a bit more creative. But that’s neither here nor there. My point is you are stronger than you give yourself credit for. I wouldn’t love you if you weren’t something special.” He leaned in to kiss Dean tenderly and Dean seemed to relax a little.

“What did you just do?” Dean asked.

“Soothed the raw emotional nerves. I took away some of your pain. Now, I have been away from my body much too long already. I’ll go back to it if you can promise you won’t leave me to rot in a hospital.”

“I would never,” Dean smiled at him. “We’ll be there as soon as we can.”

Astiratu nodded and disappeared. Sam turned to his brother. “Still think he’s a bastard?”

“I think he’s very cunning and a little dangerous, but we could be in a worse situation.”
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