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Hunting Humanity IX	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1364 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam sat with Liam in the bunker library. “It’ll be okay, hobbit,” Sam was trying to be comforting.

“How will it be okay?” Liam asked, looking a little frazzled. “You saw the same thing I did. It’s happening all over again, just without the precious.”

“He hasn’t hurt you,” Sam was trying to think of positive things. “You didn’t move out of the bedroom, and everything has been okay. Plus he’s being honest with us this time.”

“I started to move out, but he can be very persuasive. Just because he hasn’t tried to strangle me yet doesn’t mean he won’t at some point.”

Castiel came in and all eyes turned to him. “How’s Claire?” Sam asked.

“She barely speaks to me,” Castiel seemed a little upset. “She’s like a wounded animal, just watching me.”

“Look, Cas, you know what? You really tried to do the right thing that night. You did. This guy Claire was hanging out with, Randy, all he did was use her,” Sam pointed out.

“Well, she thought he was kind. And for that, she loved him. Shows how little kindness there was in her life. You know, whatever Randy did, he didn’t deserve...”

“No, yeah, I know. I hear you. Dean has had to kill before. We both have. But that was-”

“That was what?” Dean suddenly appeared in the doorway. “That was a massacre. That’s what it was. There was a time I was a hunter, not a stone cold killer. You can say it. You’re not wrong. I crossed the line. Guys, this thing’s gotta go,” he looked down at the mark on his arm.

Castiel shook his head. “That won’t be easy.”

“Well, then burn it off! Cut it off.” Dean moved closer to Liam who shrank in the chair a little. “See? The person who means the most to me is afraid of me, and I can’t argue that he has a good reason, so I don’t care how it gets done.”

“It is more than just a physical thing. It will take a very powerful force to remove the effect.”

“Dean, we have been through all the lore. There’s nothing,” Sam was at a loss.

“This reaches back to the time of creation. It may pre date the lore. If we had the demon tablet, maybe,” Castiel said.

Sam sighed. “But you said it was missing.”

“It is.”

“And with Kevin dead, no one to read it,” Liam looked defeated.

“There is one angel,” Castiel corrected him. “One who would be very motivated, though it would be asking a lot.” He went quiet as if he wasn’t sure about saying what he was thinking. “There may be another way.”

“I’m all ears,” Dean was interested.

“The one being who knows what’s on the tablet is the one who wrote it.”

“Metatron?” Sam’s eyes narrowed. “After all the trouble he caused, you want us to go to him for help?”

“I’m not happy about the thought either, but it’s the only option I can see.”

“Then get him,” Dean was determined.

“Dean...” Sam gave his brother a questioning look.

“Sam, like I said, I don’t care how I get rid of this mark, just as long as I get rid of it. If that means going to a giant douche for help, well...”

Castiel gave a little nod. “I will arrange it. We can bring him here to interrogate so that no one else has to know about our predicament.”

Castiel went to an angel he felt he could trust, and Sam went with him to get Metatron. They brought him back and took him to the dungeon. “Lovely room,” Metatron commented as he looked around. “It’s where you bring the kinky chicks, am I right?”

“I’ll ask the questions here,” Sam’s features were serious as he chained the angel to the chair. “Your only job is to provide information.”

“Well, information does happen to be a specialty. Got about two billion fun facts up here,” Metatron pointed to his temple. “Of course, whether I choose to cough one up or not is another matter.”

“Oh, you’ll cough up everything I want you to,” Astiratu appeared in the doorway looking angry.

“Ah, haven’t seen you in a while,” Metatron looked amused. “To what do I owe the honor of being in your unhinged presence?”

The half angel marched right up to Metatron. “We need to know how to remove the Mark of Cain.”

“So Dean is a demon then?” that seemed to delight Metatron.

“No, not anymore. Like Sam said, you’re not here to ask questions, but rather to answer them. Do you know how to remove it?”

“Maybe. But here’s the thing. You expect any help out of me, you better be nice.”

Astiratu snarled. “When I’m in a mood like this, I don’t do nice. You know me, Metatron. You know what I’m capable of doing to you if you piss me off. I can make you wish you were dead without leaving a mark. Now, I have to go wake up from a nap, but Dean will be along soon, so be a good bitch and sing.” With that he disappeared.

Metatron’s attention turned toward Dean standing in the doorway. “Ain’t life a bitch? Nebbishy little guy always sticking it to the lunkhead jocks.”

Dean took a few steps forward. “You know what, screw the mark. Let’s just kill him.”

Metatron just smirked. “Boy, he really is a mess. Who knew the mark was so toxic? Well, actually, I did. You know it is going to own you sooner than later.”

“Yeah, so how do we get rid of it?” Sam asked.

“What, just like that, social hour’s over?”

Sam nodded. “Yes, and now we’re moving on to our keynote speaker.”

“Which is you. With us asking the questions, and me taking the personal pleasure of carving the answers out of you,” Dean was a little tense.

“Hold on there, badass! Lighten up! Why do you just assume I’m not gonna be helpful?”

“Because you’re a dickwad,” Sam answered.

“But I’m your dickwad. I have a special place in my non heart for you both. To which end I’d be tickled to help you pop this biblical zit. To do it, you are gonna need one specific thing. Your old bud, the First Blade.”

“What?” Sam couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“As I said, ain’t life a bitch?”

Dean gave a little nod. “Okay then.” He walked away and Sam followed him out.

“This is the single worst idea I’ve ever heard,” Sam said as they entered the library. “You just whacked a whole house full of people, and that’s when the blade was nowhere around. And now you wanna be in actual contact with it?”

“We don’t know that I have to be in contact with it. All we know is that we need it,” Dean argued.

“Need what?” Liam asked as he sat at the table with a cup of coffee.

“The First Blade,” Sam answered. “And all we know is he says we need it. We don’t even know what he wants us to do with it.”

“No,” Liam gave Dean a stern look. “You think it was hard convincing me to stay with you after that massacre, if you take that blade back I won’t even be in the same state. I refuse.”

Dean took his phone out of his pocket. “Just take a breath, okay? A step at a time, alright. We play it safe, we learn whatever the spell is, how it works, and we keep the blade out of my hands.”

“Are you sure this isn’t the mark making you want the damn thing?” Sam asked. “I mean, why would we trust anything Metatron says?”

“I don’t trust Metatron.”

“Then what?” Sam was confused.

“What’s his game if he is lying, okay?” Dean asked. “The blade without me is useless. The blade with me is trouble for him.”

“Unless he just wants to cause another catastrophe, and hopes that while you’re slaughtering the masses you’ll forget about him.” Liam brought up a point. “Or he’s banking on being able to kill you again. You’re smart, so think about the war he caused because he was bored.”

“Good point,” Dean admitted. “But if we weren’t willing to take a shot, then what was the point of bringing him here? Do either of you have a better idea? Liam, I don’t blame you for being scared, but I am smart, and I think I know what I’m doing. Please trust me a little.”

“I still reserve the right to leave.”

Dean dialed Crowley’s number. “Squirrel. It’s been a while. Back to your former self?” the demon answered.

“Crowley. We need to meet ASAP.”

“Where?”

Dean gave him a location and hung up, turning to Liam. “I’m not going to actually let the blade near me unless I get more information. I’ll explain more on the way. Let’s go.”

They met Crowley in an alley in a town nearby. Dean explained his plan. “You want me do to what?” Crowley couldn’t believe it.

“We need you to bring back-” Sam started.

“Bring back the blade? I don’t think so.”

“You don’t have to give the thing to me,” Dean tried to convince him.

“I should say not.”

“Just retrieve it and hang onto it until we need it.”

“You, moose, you’re the sane one. You on board with this?”

“Not completely, but we don’t have a better idea.”

“You,” Crowley turned to Liam. “You’re not at all sane, but you’re smart. What are your thoughts?”

Liam took a moment to gather what he was thinking and feeling. “Like Sam said, we don’t have a better idea. The mark has to go, and if Metatron isn’t screwing with us...”

Crowley shook his head. “Insane. You want me to procure the most dangerous weapon on the planet for Dean Winchester, the man who goes mental every time he touches it! I thought you’d wanna go for a beer, catch a film.”

Sam sighed. “Look, if this plan works...”

“It’s not a plan. It’s a probable death sentence for me and my kind.”

“If it works, it’s better for you. Look, when the mark is gone, the blade can’t operate.”

“Everybody wins,” Dean gave a charming smile.

“Stop that. It can’t operate. It’s hidden.”

“Okay, the blade might be powered down, but the mark is not. I’m doing everything I can to keep it together,” Dean started getting serious. “You think the body count around me is high right now? Wait till Hal takes over.”

“We figure you stashed the blade somewhere far away,” Sam said.

“Damn right. It’s in a crypt with my bones.”

“Alright, well?” Sam looked hopeful.

Crowley sighed. “I hate Guam this time of year.”

When they returned to the bunker Castiel was there to see how things were going, and they filled him in. He was not at all pleased. “The First Blade is back in play, and Crowley is the one getting it? I don’t mean to be an alarmist, but you-”

“Yeah well, you know us,” Dean interrupted him. “When we screw ourselves we like to go whole hog.”

“This would be the Crowley who let the blade turn Dean into a demon?”

“I don’t have a choice, okay?” Dean snapped. “I don’t do this, I’m down the rabbit hole. Hear evil, see evil, do evil. The trifecta.”

“Cas, look. Let us worry about this. You’ve got enough on your plate with Claire,” Sam said.

“Claire is gone.”

“Gone where?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know, I should have stopped her. But I am certain that she is destined for more trouble and disappointment. She is so… so full of rage.”

Dean shook his head. “Listen, man, if I could make it better I would.”

“I was hoping you might reach out to her.”

“Me?” Dean was a little in shock.

“Yes.”

“Seriously, I’m probably the last person she would wanna hear from.”

“I thought there would be a connection. One extremely messed up human to another, you could explain why you murdered her only friend.”

“Oh, well, yeah, when you put it like that.”

Castiel sat at the table opposite Dean and looked him in the eye. “All I know is she won’t talk to me. I thought if she understood the kind of man Randy was and the danger she was in, she might...”

Dean threw up a hand. “What the hell, why not? Long shots seem to be the theme around here. I’m gonna go make a sandwich.”

“I’ll text you her number.” He pulled out his phone. “I like texting.”

Liam got up to leave. “I’m just gonna go lie down. I’m not feeling that great.”

When the blond left Castiel looked to Sam. “Everything seems relatively calm. Dean and the mark, with Metatron in close proximity. Liam is holding up well.”

“Everything is too calm,” Sam responded. “Dean is afraid to pop a cork. He hurt Liam the last time, and not just trying to kill him as a demon. He promised Liam it wasn’t gonna happen again, and we all know if that promise gets broken the consequences will be bad.”

When Liam got to his room and picked up his phone to call Natalie. “Hey Sweetie, haven’t heard from you in a while. How are things?” she asked when she picked up.

“Not good,” Liam swallowed hard. “I’ve been trying not to bother you because you’ve already got a lot on your plate, but...”

“Liam, Sweetie, it’s all right. Taking care of three kids mostly by myself is chaotic, yes, but I always have a little time for you guys when you need it.”

The blond curled up on the bed with the phone still to his ear. “I’m guessing Sam is keeping you in the loop, and told you why we didn’t come home.”

“He gave me a summary, yeah. From what he told me about before, I can imagine how scared you are.”

“It was hell, and I feel like it was all for nothing, you know? We can’t figure out how to get rid of the mark. We thought we would be okay as long as the blade stayed far away, but that turned out to not be the case.”

“I wish I knew what to tell you. Nothing with you three is ever easy, but somehow things work out. Keep telling yourself that.”

“I really don’t know about this time. What Sam doesn’t know is that when we were chasing after Claire Dean told Castiel to kill him if he goes dark side again.”

“That’s a good sign that Dean is that adamant about not having a repeat. He loves you, and he really doesn’t want to hurt you again, that should give you some comfort. I know losing him hurts you a lot, but...”

“I was angry when he first said it, but I’ve been thinking. It would probably be the best thing. I don’t think any of us could take an endless cycle like this. I mean, we’ll fight like hell to resolve this another way, but if it comes down to it...”

“Well, since I can’t be there in person, I’m sending you a big hug through the phone. Me, Sam, and Dean, we all love you. A wise person once told me sometimes love is where you have to find your strength.”

“I’m the one who said that to you.”

Natalie chuckled softly. “And you are more wise than you know. I hate to cut you off, but it’s little boy bedtime here. And don’t apologize for bothering me, you didn’t. You’re just one person, and you can’t keep all of this to yourself. Sam is there, but you’re both in this up to your eyeballs. He leans on me too, and I really don’t mind.”

“You should be nominated for sainthood, you know that? Give the boys a kiss for me.”

“I will. Goodnight.”

Liam went back toward the war room where Sam and Castiel were still talking. Sam saw him and got a worried look on his face. “Was Dean with you?”

“No,” Liam suddenly felt panicked as well.

Sam took off for the dungeon, and Liam and Castiel were right behind him. They could see through a little window that Dean was holding an angel blade to Metatron’s throat. Sam tried to open the door, but it was locked. “Dean, open up!” he shouted as he pounded on it.

Liam started slamming himself into the door, causing it to rattle, but it didn’t open. “Move!” Castiel shouted. He held out a hand and his eyes glowed for a second before the energy shot out of his hand and shattered the door.

Dean was cutting Metatron’s chest, and Liam ran forward and tackled him to the ground. Dean started to swing, but when he saw who was on him he tried to stop it, resulting in a half hearted hit to Liam’s face. “I didn’t mean to...” Dean panted.

“I have to take him back,” Castiel moved over to start untying Metatron from the chair.

“Cas, this won’t happen again,” Sam tried to get him to stop.

Castiel didn’t stop. “I gave my word. I have fences to mend in heaven, and as it is, I have a lot to explain.”

“If you ever ask me for help again, I will choose death. You realize it’s going to get worse, Dean. You’re gonna get worse!” Metatron shouted as he was dragged away.

“Please tell me I didn’t hurt you,” Dean looked up at Liam worriedly.

Liam got off him and got to his feet. “It was a love tap, but it didn’t feel good.”

Dean got up to stand beside him. “I’m sorry. I tried to stop it when I saw it was you.”

“So it would’ve been okay to clock me?” Sam seemed a little upset by that.

Dean shook his head. “No, I… I reacted, but you know I can’t hurt him again.” He turned back to Liam. “Please tell me I didn’t just screw up big time.”

“Oh, you screwed up,” Liam answered him. “But I’m not going to go pack my bags just yet. I do need to go get a cool compress for my cheek. Even when you don’t mean it you hit pretty hard.”

Dean let out the breath he was holding. “There’s gotta be something,” he mumbled as he headed back to the library.

Sam checked up on him after a bit, finding Dean at the table with his head in his hands. “At least you came to your senses,” Sam tried to comfort his brother a little. “A little too late, but… The bruise hardly shows.”

Dean lifted his head. “There’s a bruise?”

“Well, a light one,” Sam sat at the table.

Dean sighed. “Great. That’s gonna eat at me, but there’s something else, something Metatron said. He said the river ends at the source.”

“What does that mean?”

“Maybe nothing. It was the last thing he said before you guys busted in.”

“Dean. Look, man, we had to.”

“Hey, no. I get it. I was gonna kill him, and I couldn’t stop myself.”

“We’ll figure it out, alright? You know what Cas said about needing a powerful force? I’ve been thinking. Look. Cain still has the mark, right? And he’s lived with it. For years, he’s lived with it. So yeah, the mark is strong, but Dean, maybe there’s a part of you that wants to give in to it. And maybe you have to fight that, you know? Maybe part of that powerful force has to be you.”

“You don’t think I’m trying? I’m terrified of losing the best thing that’s ever happened to me. He said he was okay, but what if he changes his mind in the morning? Nothing against you, you’re my little brother, but I have a very big reason to fight this thing.” His phone started ringing. “Yeah?” he answered.

“It’s Claire. I’ve thought it over. Maybe it’s only fair to hear your side of it. I mean, Castiel seemed to trust you, a lot.”

“Yeah, okay, where do you wanna meet?”

“Who was that?” Sam asked after Dean hung up.

“Claire. Cas wanted me to reach out to her, so I did a little while ago. I really don’t know what I can do, but I promised I’d try. I’m gonna see if I can get Liam to come with me. He’s pretty damaged too, and more in touch with feelings than I am.”

It took a little convincing, but Liam tagged along. They drove out to where a camper was parked in the woods. No one was around so they sat on a wooden bench and waited. Only a minute or two had passed when Claire came out of the camper. “No!” she cried.

Dean looked to his side just in time to avoid getting hit with a baseball bat by some woman. Liam was almost hit by some guy with an axe. While Dean took the bat from the woman and placed her in a choke hold, Liam hit the man hard in the face, knocking him off balance. Then the blond was able to grab the axe and start to swing. “No! No!” Claire screamed again.

But Liam only hit the man with the side. “Fuck!” he screamed while bludgeoning the man bloody, hitting him over and over for what seemed like a long time until he threw the axe into the grass and stood over him panting.

Dean watched his husband, looking a little alarmed. He let the woman go, and she ran over to the man, helped him up, and they both took off. Then Dean turned to Claire. “Okay, now I know what to say. You saw me at a bad moment. And now you just saw my husband lose it. Like you, we’re going through some stuff. We’re playing wounded, and I guess Cas wanted you to see that you’re not alone.”

Claire only gave a little nod and headed back into the camper. Liam was glaring in her direction. “I think she just tried to have us killed. Well, she tried to have you killed, and I would have been an inconvenient witness.”

Dean put a hand on his shoulder. “At least she changed her mind at the last minute. So, you just beat the crap out of a guy who was going to kill you. Feel better?”

“A little. But I am not my father.”

“No one ever said you were,” Dean started back to the car. “I know you’re stressed, and I really wish I could fix that. You know what? I will fix that. I don’t know how yet, but I will fix it.”
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