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Hunting Humanity V	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1229 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam was sitting in the kitchen with a piece of paper that was scribbled all over with a crayon. “You draw that?” Dean smirked as he came in.

Sam rolled his eyes. “John did.”

Dean squinted at it. “What is it?”

Sam shrugged. “I don’t know, just a bunch of scribbles? Still, seems like only yesterday we were bringing him home from the hospital and all he could do was lie there. We’ve kept him alive almost seventeen months. Well, Natalie pretty much kept him alive and we helped.”

Dean sat down. “Yeah, us with a kid? Three years ago I would’ve told you you were nuts. He’s a pretty cool kid too.”

“Yeah,” Sam agreed. “Kinda wish we could keep him this little and cute, but I know he’s gotta grow up. How are things with you and Liam?”

“Pretty good. Ever since we went on that hunt just the two of us he’s been happier. I think he’s mostly forgiven me for the truth I spit up on him a while ago. I mean, I’ve been doing pretty much anything and everything he wants lately. Mostly what he wants is cuddled, and I enjoy that anyway, so...”

“Good. I told you a hunt without me was just the ticket. Natalie and I, we’re stumbling our way through being parents to a toddler. We talk about him most of the time, though when you guys take him and we don’t have to worry, those are good nights. It’s hard, but we try. Once in a while we even have sex.”

“You’re still doing that after what it got you?” Dean chuckled.

Sam shot him a look. “Could you just cold turkey give up sex? Hell, last night I was walking past your room and I’m pretty sure I know what I heard.”

“Well yeah, but Liam isn’t going to get pregnant even if we hole up and screw till we drop dead.”

“She’s on birth control now so we don’t have any more accidents. What I mean is… Damn, I feel like crap calling John an accident, but that’s exactly what he is.”

Dean shrugged. “When he starts saying more than one word sentences and starts asking questions, tell him he was a surprise.”

“That’s what Dad told me I was,” Sam got a funny look on his face. “Was I an accident?”

“Yeah, and so was I probably. What matters is they kept us, and Dad raised us and loved us in his own weird way. We love John, so...”

Dean’s phone rang and he looked at it before answering. “Hey, Bobby, what’s up?”

“What did Bobby want?” Sam asked when he hung up.

“There was a plane crash in Portland, Oregon. The pilot was found seventeen miles from the crash pretty shredded up. The girl he was flying with is just gone.”

“And he wants us to check it out.”

“Yep. Start packing and I’ll go find my man.”

Sam said goodbye to John and Natalie and they left. When they got close to their destination Sam made a few calls. “So, get this, besides the crash, there were two other disappearances in town this week. Last weekend a college girl vanished from her apartment on the seventeenth floor. Then, three days ago, another girl didn't make it home from school.”

“They know each other?” Dean asked.

“No. No connection. Just young and female, like the plane crash girl.”

When they got to Portland they talked to the missing girl’s sister and got a look around her room. Then they went to a motel to do the usual research. Sam looked up the other two girls. “Well, looks like those other two missing girls both baked cookies for the lord.”

“What is that? Code?” Dean asked.

“No. Church choir, bake sales, promise ring clubs, the works. They were good girls. But Penny wasn't even a Christian, so...”

“No,” Dean held up Penny’s diary. “But she was a virgin.”

Sam sat back in his chair. “Who would want virgins?”

Dean shrugged. “You got me. I prefer ladies with experience. And dudes,” he added quickly looking over at Liam. “What are you doing?” he asked when he saw Liam climbing into bed. He jumped when Astiratu appeared beside him. “Little warning please.”

“I think you’re looking for a dragon,” Astiratu looked at them.

“Are you kidding me?” Dean gave him a strange look.

“Wanna bet me something?”

“No.”

“Why not? Too chicken?”

“Because when you get a hunch you’re usually right,” Dean admitted. “But how? Aren’t those like extinct?”

“No. They just went to their own realm like the fairies. Not all dragons are bad you know, but when they do go bad...”

“Alright, Sherlock, how do we kill it if we can find it?”

Astiratu disappeared and Dean sighed. He looked over to Liam who wasn’t waking up. Sam’s phone rang and he answered it. “Dean, there was another attack. This girl wasn’t taken, she’s in the hospital.”

“Okay, good, a witness,” Dean nodded. “Why don’t you go talk to her and I’ll...”

“Babysit the body? Dean, he’ll be fine. Let’s just go do our thing while Astiratu does his thing.”

“Alright,” Dean sighed. “But that body better be unharmed when we get back.”

They interviewed the girl and she described being attacked by a giant bat. She told them a gold promise ring she was wearing got stolen, but when prodded revealed she wasn’t really a virgin. They returned to the hotel and the first thing Dean did was check Liam. “Still breathing?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, and still out.”

Sam started searching. “It’s looking more and more like Astiratu was right. No matter what I type in I come up with dragons.”

Dean shook his head. “It’s been a weird year, but really?” Dean pulled out his phone and called Bobby. “What do you know about dragons?”

“What? Nothing.”

“Seriously.”

“Well, they're not like the Loch Ness monster, Dean. Dragons aren't real.”

“Astiratu seemed to think differently.”

“Then ask him.”

“He’s not here right now. We don’t know where he went. Could you make a few calls?”

“To who? Hogwarts?”

“I don’t know,” Dean sighed. Just… Crap!” he jumped again when Astiratu appeared with a sword in hand. “Okay, he’s back. I’ll call you later,” Dean hung up. “What is that?”

“You need a sword that can kill a dragon. I bring you Excalibur.”

Dean pointed to the sword. “That’s really…? How did you…?”

Astiratu sighed. “In one life a long time ago people called me Merlin. I forged the sword, I staged the stone thing, and when Arthur was killed by a demon I hid it. So yeah, I knew where it was and how to get it.”

“Arthur was killed by a demon?” Dean looked surprised. “I always thought it was that thing with Lancelot.”

“Please,” Astiratu rolled his eyes. “Lancelot would never have betrayed his best friend like that, not for that whore. Arthur was killed by a very powerful demon that wanted me dead. The demon came for me, but I was losing the fight and he tried to intervene. I’m sure you find this all fascinating, but let’s save the real history lesson for a better time hmm?”

“Sure,” Dean nodded. “But we don’t even know where to look for it. I mean, the lore says they like caves. There aren’t any of those in Portland.”

“Any dark and wet place will do.”

“The sewers?” Sam took a wild stab.

Astiratu shrugged. “Good a place as any to start.”

Sam pulled out a map. “So, two of the disappearances happened within a mile of here. So I think we start there and work our way around.”

Dean gave a fake smile. “Awesome. Who doesn't love sewers? Let's go.”

He moved to grab Excalibur and Astiratu pulled it away. “You actually think you’re touching this thing?”

“What, you think it’ll make me king of England?”

“No, it’ll make you invulnerable. What? So I was an overprotective adopted father.”

“Adopted father?” Dean shot him a funny look.

“Yes. Oh, for fucks sake. A castle maid who was in labor was brought to me. I was told the child she was bearing was Uther’s bastard. I delivered the bouncing baby boy and I kept him. Of course, Uther came pounding on my door with soldiers demanding I hand the child over so he could kill him. The only way I could get the bastard off my back was to promise that while he was alive I wouldn’t utter a word to anyone about who the boy’s father really was. Everyone in those days knew wizards were bound by their promises, so that made him very happy.”

“Obviously you didn’t keep that promise,” Sam pointed out.

“Oh, no, I kept it. My promise was to keep his secret while he was alive. So when Arthur turned nineteen and I felt he was ready I poisoned Uther. I never said anything about keeping my trap shut once he was dead.”

“Clever,” Dean admitted. “You really are a fricken genius. What did you poison Uther with?”

“My very own special blend of hemlock and hellebore mixed with a few other things to make it slow acting and mimic the plague. It was also undetectable in wine.”

Dean shook his head. “Next time you get pissed at me I’m not eating or drinking anything you give me.”

“That would be wise. Now, we have ourselves a dragon to find.”

They headed to the sewers and stared poking around. “Ugh! God. Just when I get used to a smell, I hit a new flavor. Dude, we have been here for hours. There is nothing. I think the lore is off. Hey, what if dragons like nice hotels?”

Astiratu shined a light a little further into the tunnel. “Or we’ve hit pay dirt.”

Dean looked over at the pile of gold. “Holy crap. Okay, maybe there are dragons here.”

“Check this out,” Sam made his way a little further in to an altar with a leather bound book. “A little arts and crafty for a giant bat, right?”

“Hello? Is someone there? Hello?” a woman’s voice called out.

They found a bunch of girls trapped under a grate. “Hey. We're gonna get you out,” Dean promised.

“Quick. He's coming back,” the woman looked terrified.

Astiratu gripped Excalibur tightly as the dragon approached. “I’d stay back if I were you.”

“Oh yeah, and what are you going to do?”

Astiratu swung at the dragon who tried to block with his arm, which was chopped off. The dragon screamed in agony clutching his stump. “Where did you get that?”

“A water dragon named George,” Astiratu smirked. “But before he had it, I made it.”

Astiratu thrust the blade into the Dragon’s heart and it fell dead. A second dragon had entered, but when he saw what happened he ran. “A water dragon named George?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

Astiratu shrugged. “That’s what I call him anyhow. I’ll leave you to ponder that while I return the blade to its proper hiding spot.”

Astiratu disappeared and Sam and Dean helped the young women out of the sewer. Liam woke in the middle of the night and sprinted to the bathroom, waking Dean. “I don’t suppose you’ll tell me what happens when I pass out and don’t wake up for hours, will you?” Liam sighed.

Dean frowned. “Sorry, Babe, I can’t say much. Them’s the rules.”

“The rules suck. Are there any diners open? I’m starving.”

“I’m sure there’s a place or two around somewhere, but if you can just tough it out a few hours Sam will come with breakfast.”

Liam sighed and laid his head on Dean’s chest. Dean stroked his hair for bit before trying to go back to sleep. As promised, Sam showed up in the morning with breakfast and coffee. “I’ve been looking at this,” Sam showed them the book they found on the altar. “I think we better take it to Bobby. I can’t make heads or tails of it.”

Dean nodded and once they were packed up they headed for Bobby’s and told him what happened when they showed him the book. Bobby sat with it a few hours before calling them into his library. “Now, as near as I can figure it, this dates back around the fourteenth century.”

“What language is it?” Sam asked.

“Da Vinci code. Real obscure Latinate. Gonna take me my golden years to translate it all. Oh, and, uh, FYI, that ain't paper.”

“What is it?” Dean asked, though he kind of looked like he didn’t want to know.

“It's human skin. Okay. I'm fairly clear on this first bit. It basically describes this place. It's like the backside of your worst nightmares. It's all blood and bone and darkness. Filled with the bodies and souls of all things hungry, sharp, and nasty. It's monsterland. According to this, it goes by many names, most of which I can't pronounce, but I'm thinking you know Purgatory.”

“Purgatory?” Dean raised an eyebrow. “Awesome. Well, that is good to know. So, you're saying that these, uh, dragon freaks were squatting in the sewers and reading tone poems about purgatory?”

“They're reading an instruction manual. If you're nuts enough to want access to a place that gnarly, this book will show you how to open a door.”

“Door to purgatory. Well, I know a demon who would have loved to have known about that. So, how do you open the door?”

Bobby turned to where a page or two was ripped out. “Ask Cloverfield. I'm pretty sure he's got that page. It gets worse. This ain't talking about how to take a vacation over there. This is all about opening a door to let something in.”

“Bring something here. What?” Sam asked.

“I'm working on it.”

“Could you give us something?” Dean asked.

“I got a name. Mother.”

“Mother?” Sam looked a little freaked out. “Mother of what? Mother of dragons?”

“I wish. It says it a few times here. Mother of all.”

“What the hell does mother of all mean?” Dean looked to Bobby.

“I don't know.”

Sam sighed and leaned back into the couch. “Well, not much we can do until we know more. If you don’t mind, we’ll crash here tonight and then go home.”
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