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Hunting Humanity VIII	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1470 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Liam woke in bed with a soft groan. Dean was sitting beside the bed in a chair, a bowl of soup sitting on a little tray on the nightstand. “What happened?” Liam blinked and tried to sit up, but he got so dizzy he fell back against the headboard.

“Easy,” Dean reached out to help steady him. “Short version? We got stabbed in the back, Kevin is dead, the angel, whoever the hell he is, ran off in Sam’s body. You tried to stop him, but like I said, you’re not one hundred percent yet, so you became a human rag doll and got your head smacked off a wall.”

Liam put a hand to his forehead. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

Dean reached to feel the back of Liam’s head, the blond wincing when he found a giant lump. “Oh yeah, that’s quite a goose egg. Here, I brought you some soup. You’ve been out for a while.”

“Thanks, but not hungry right now.”

“Eat it anyway.”

“I said I’m not hungry.”

“Eat the damn soup because it’s been almost nine hours and I need you to be okay damn it!” Dean shouted, then he stopped and wiped his mouth with his hand. “Look, I’m sorry. I’ve just had a really tough day, okay? Sam is gone, I had to give Kevin a funeral by myself, and I wasn’t sure if you were going to wake up. I was going to give it another hour and then take you to a hospital, but here you are by some miracle, so...”

Liam gave his lover a soft smile. “Yeah, I think I’ll be okay once the room stops spinning. I’m sorry for being difficult, I know this can’t be easy. But if it makes you feel any better, I trusted him too, and you keep saying I’m smart.”

“I guess in this case we were both idiots then.”

“I wouldn’t go giving up just yet. If I know anything, it’s this; where there is a will there is a way. If you’re stubborn enough you can accomplish anything.”

Dean couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. “Yeah, I guess you would know all about being a stubborn ass, wouldn’t you.”

“I promise to be less difficult if you’ll do one thing for me.”

“What’s that?”

“Help me to the bathroom, and then maybe back to bed.”

“Your wish is my command,” Dean moved in to kiss Liam softly and then wrap an arm around him to help him up and keep him steady.

Dean was in the library straightening things up when Castiel entered. Dean looked over to him. “Cas. Now, look at you, all suited up and back in the game.”

“I, um... I came as soon as you called. Dean, what happened? What's wrong?”

Dean motioned for Castiel to sit with him at the table and he explained everything. “Sammy was dying. What was I supposed to do?”

“You let an angel possess him?”

“He said it was the only way, and I believed him. Now Sam's gone. Kevin's...”

“Dean, I'm sorry.”

“Yeah, well... Sorry don't pay the bills, does it? It sure as hell ain't gonna bring Kevin back. We got to find that son of a bitch.”

“Dean. If the angel possessing Sam isn't Ezekiel, then who is it?”

“A dead man walking.”

“What, you're gonna destroy him?”

“Damn right.”

“You kill an angel, its vessel dies, too.”

“Think I don't know that? If I don't end Sam and that halo burns him out and I... God, I was so damn stupid.”

“You were stupid for the right reasons.”

“Yeah, like that matters.”

“It does. Sometimes that's all that matters. Does um, Astiratu have any ideas? Can he pull a trick out of his hat?”

“No, he can’t. He tried to do something right after Kevin was killed, but his juice is gone. Long story short he was hurt really bad on a job. The doctor didn’t know how he survived, said he shouldn’t have, but he did.”

Castiel nodded. “I see, he gave everything he had to not leave you.”

“I don’t know why. It’s not like I’m worth sticking around for.”

“Dean, don’t be so hard on yourself. Believe me, he wouldn’t have stayed for no reason. Listen to me. Sam is strong. If he knew an angel was possessing him, he could fight. He could cast the angel out.”

“Maybe. But as far as I know, he's in the dark. I don't know how we clue him in.”

“Do you remember Alfie?”

“The kid angel? Yeah. Why?”

“Before he died, he told me the demons were able to dig into his mind, access his coding. We might be able to do that here. Might be able to bypass the angel and talk directly to Sam.”

“And you think that would work?”

“I don't know, but I think we should try.”

“Okay. Um, where do we start?”

“You’re probably not going like this, but Crowley.”

“You’re right, I don’t like it.”

“But sometimes you have crawl around in the mud a little before you can walk,” Astiratu came in inside his body.

“How are you, friend?” Castiel asked.

“Feeling a lot like a limp dick. I don’t care for it much.”

“I don’t imagine you would. That is a downside of being tied to a human body. Your resources are being funneled into healing the body.”

“Yeah, well, upsides and downsides. I’ll be back in fighting shape eventually. For now, let’s go visit Crowley. He can be helpful, or I can get some stress relief. Either way I win.”

“Hello, boys,” Crowley greeted them when they opened the door.

“Here's the deal, you're gonna tell us how to hack an angel, and I'm gonna give you some of the good stuff,” Dean held out a syringe full of blood. “Human blood, fresh from the tap,” he patted his own arm. “Word is you're jonesing for it.”

“Please. I'll pass.”

“What do you want, then?” Castiel asked.

“Well, for starters... A massage. Between the sitting and the shackles, a body gets a little stiff.”

“Yeah, I ain't rubbing you,” Dean shook his head.

“God, no. Get Kevin. His tiny fists can really work wonders.”

“Kevin is dead,” Castiel informed him.

“Oh. I'm sorry to hear that.”

“Don't pretend you care,” Castiel growled. “You tried to kill him.”

“I told him this was gonna happen. I was the only person who tried to warn him. I told him to run.”

“From what?” Dean asked.

“You. How many times am I gonna have to say this? People in your general vicinity don't have much in the way of a life span. Now, I can't teach you how to crack open an angel. It's more... art than science. But I can do it for you. All I ask in return is a little field trip. Dying for some fresh air. Chains on, naturally.”

“No,” Dean refused.

“No? Of course not. Because if I'm plan A, I'm sure you have a totally viable, much better plan B.”

Castiiel looked to Dean. “You can't be considering this.”

Dean gave a little sigh. “With the chains on, he can't do anything.”

“It's Crowley. He can always do something.”

“Looks like we need a tiebreaker,” Crowley laid eyes on Astiratu. “What do you think?”

The half angel was quiet a moment. “Look, Cas, if we make a deal he’ll at least keep it. He’s well known for that. And if we’re smart… I’d really like to get Sam back, and to me right now, this seems like the best option, as much as it makes me feel a little dirty.”

Crowley’s eyes lit up a bit. “The poor giant baby's in trouble again, isn't he?”

“Are you done?” Dean snapped.

“Depends. Do we have a deal?”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded.

“Excellent. When do we leave?”

“Soon as I can scrounge up a ride.”

“Well, I have a vehicle,” Castiel offered. “It stopped a few miles from here, inexplicably.”

Astiratu turned to him. “Did you put gas in it?”

They let Crowley out of his chair, and Dean grabbed a gas can to fill with some gas and they started walking. They did keep the handcuffs on Crowley, but tossed his jacket over his hands to hide them. A little over an hour later they came to an older white car on the side of the road. Crowley turned to Castiel. “Really? What are you, a pimp?”

“I like it,” Castiel replied.

Dean tried to start it and listened to the noise it made. “Yeah, it's out of gas.”

“Riddle me this, boy wonder. Why do you need the wheels?” Crowley asked.

The angel’s eyes narrowed. “When you betray us, I'll be the one to carve out your heart.”

“Oh, Cas, such a flirt.”

“Actually,” Astiratu inserted himself into the conversation. “Given my mood at the moment, I will be the one to turn his entrails into Christmas ornaments.”

“Alright. Let's go,” Dean motioned for them to get into the car when he finished filling the tank.

“Shotgun,” Crowley called out.

“Uh, wrong. You're in the back,” Dean pointed to the backseat. “My other half gets shotgun.”

Castiel and Crowley both frowned as they got into the back. “Hey. Watch the leg,” Crowley grumbled.

“You're on my side,” Castiel complained.

“Hey!” Dean glanced in the rear view mirror. “Both of you knock it off and deal with it.”

Crowley directed them to some kind of office building because before they could help Sam they had to find him. The four of them sat in chairs in a waiting room. “Your source is in here?” Dean asked, a little skeptical.

Crowley nodded. “And she can track anything you need, even our little lost Samantha.”

“How?” Castiel asked.

“Well, this place isn't really... It's a front for an NSA listening post.”

“What are they listening for?” Castiel asked.

“Everything. The US government is quite the voyeur these days. So I planted one of my best and let her go to work.”

“Looking for terrorists?”

“Looking for marks, slow boat.”

Two security guards approached them. “Mr. Crowley? She'll see you now.” They all stood up. “Uh, just Mr. Crowley.”

“I'll be listening to every word you say,” Castiel warned.

“Promise?” Crowley looked smug as he was led off.

Dean sighed as they sat back down. A few minutes later he turned to Castiel. “Hear anything?”

“No. The room Crowley's in has been warded.”

“Awesome. That's friggin awesome.”

When Crowley returned he handed Dean a photo of the Impala. “Your phallus on wheels just ran a red light in Somerset, Pennsylvania ten minutes ago.”

“Let’s go,” Dean got up and motioned everyone to follow.

They drove to the little town as fast as they could, and they found the Impala outside of a house. They entered only to find a man with his throat slit on the floor and the sound of water running. They found the angel in Sam washing blood off his hands. “You should not have come here, Dean,” he said without looking up.

“You killed my friend, then you take my brother, and you think I'm gonna let that stand?”

“I allowed you to live.”

“Mistake,” Dean lunged for him, but the angel threw him against a bookcase, knocking him out. But Castiel moved in behind him and delivered his own knock out punch.

The angel regained consciousness strapped in a chair in an abandoned warehouse with warded cuffs and a head restraint. “Welcome to the party, pal,” Dean greeted him. “Cas, how we looking?”

“Most of Sam's internal burns have healed. I should be able to fix the rest. What's your name? I thought I knew every angel in heaven, but I've never seen you.”

“Why would I tell you anything?” the angel replied.

Dean shook his head. “Well, I don't give a damn who you are. You need to get out now!”

“And if I don't?”

Crowley smirked. “Then you and I will have a lovely little play date.”

“Even bound, I can rip this body apart. Tell them, Castiel.”

“You do, you die,” Dean seemed cocky in his answer.

“You want this to end? Go ahead. Put a blade through your brother's heart. If it makes you feel better, I have Sam locked away in a dream. As far as he knows, the two of you are working a case right now, something with ghouls and cheerleaders.”

“Why are you doing this, huh?” Dean shouted. “We fought together. And I trusted you. I thought you were one of the good guys!”

“I am doing what I have to do.”

“Well, so am I. Wait, where did Astiratu go?”

Castiel shrugged. “I don’t know. He was right behind you in the house, and then… Did he even come here with us?”

Crowley chuckled. “Well, that can’t be good, for him anyway,” he motioned to the angel.

Castiel looked into Sam’s eyes. “I agree, and he knows our half brother well enough to know what I do. The sneaky bastard probably had an idea. I see the fear. For now, let’s continue with our plan.”

Crowley nodded and approached Sam’s body with a tray of needles. He began pushing them into Sam’s skull, the screams echoing through the room. Dean watched for as long as he could stand it before getting up and walking to the other side of the room. “I can't watch that anymore,” he said when Castiel followed him.

Castiel nodded. “I understand. It's not Sam, but... It's still Sam.”

“Pretty much, yeah. How are you doing?” Dean’s voice cracked with emotion.

“You want to talk about me now?” Castiel was a bit surprised.

“I want to talk about anything that's not a demon sticking needles into my brother's brain. Yeah, humor me, man. How you doing?”

“Uh... I'm okay.”

“Good. That's, uh... So, what, you just change the batteries out, power back up? It's that easy?”

“It wasn't easy, but I didn't have a choice.”

“Yeah. Well, that's usually how it goes. Cas... I'm sorry.”

“About what?”

“Kicking you out of the bunker. That's, uh... You know, not telling you about Sam.”

“You thought his life was at stake.”

“Yeah, I got played.”

“I thought I was saving heaven. I got played, too.”

Dean gave a weak little smile. “So you're saying we're both a couple of dumbasses?”

“I prefer the word trusting. Less dumb. Less ass.”

“Laverne! Shirley! Get in here!” Crowley shouted. They went back over. “Pinhead's out cold, but watch this.”

Crowley moved two needles and the angel spoke. “Zir noco iad Gadreel.”

“What's he saying?” Dean asked.

“His name. Gadreel,” Castiel answered.

“Does that mean something to you?”

“Well, it's why I've never seen him. He's been imprisoned since the dawn of time. Gadreel was the sentry who allowed Lucifer into the garden.”

Dean was surprised. “Wait, the garden? Like Eden? Adam and Eve? Fig leaves garden?”

Castiel growled. “It's his fault, all of it. The corruption of man, demons, hell. God left because of him. The archangels, the apocalypse. If he hadn't been so weak, none of it would have happened.”

“If you ask me humans were doomed to fail even before that,” Astiratu entered with five chained angels being dragged behind him. “I predicted it long ago, and I’m almost always right.”

“Castiel, please help us!” a blonde female angel cried.

“What are you doing?” Dean’s eyes narrowed at the half angel. “Where did you go?”

“Oh, I just took a little initiative and created a back up plan.”

Castiel shook his head. “You really shouldn’t… It’s considered a great crime.”

Astiratu raised an eyebrow. “As if you’re one to talk. I’d say the rules pretty much went out the window when Daddy left. And you know my motto. Any means necessary.”

“What are you two talking about?” Dean asked.

“I’m thinking angel cannibalism,” Crowley answered the question.

Dean sighed, clearly not wanting to go into that topic. “What's taking so long?”

“Other than the fact that I'm trying to unravel a living, multidimensional knot of pure energy, not much.”

Gadreel gasped and was awake again. “It won't work. You will never find your brother. Go ahead. Poke and prod. I can sit in this chair for years and watch you fail over and over again. I've endured much worse than this, Dean. So much worse. And I have all the time in the world.”

“Yeah, the guards, they weren’t very kind to you, were they?” Astiratu commented.

Gadreel’s eyes turned to him. “Do you remember me?”

“It took me a while. I don’t like to dwell much on my time in prison. I mean, all I did was a little experiment. In no way did I violate free will. True, it caused a massive outbreak of war, and serious destabilization in the young land of Egypt, but did I hold a knife to anyone’s throat?”

“No, you did not,” Gadreel agreed.

“Thank you. And did I not listen to your story and not judge you? Do you even remember the time the guards were being particularly viscous, and I broke free and bitched slapped them for you?”

“I remember. Truth be told, it was one of the reasons I agreed to help your friends when I saw you. Until you were released and given a second chance I thought we had a bit of a kinship.”

“Indeed we did. You saw for yourself that I am actually rather fair minded. Which is exactly why it would have been in your best interest to quietly stay hidden in Sam for as long as it took, and kissed my ring as it were.”

“And why is that?”

“Not many people know this, but when Daddy was dictating everything to Metatron, he named a successor.”

“And who would that be?”

“Me.”

“Wait a damn minute,” Dean joined the conversation. “Are you telling me that if you would’ve let go, you’d be…? And that any time before this you could’ve been up there and prevented all this shit? Why didn’t you?”

Astiratu gave Dean a soft smile. “As for the why, I don’t leave things half finished among other reasons. Also, I doubt everything could have been prevented. Angels hate me, they would’ve been downright enraged at the regime change. There would have been plots. Maybe things would have been a bit different, but not the paradise you’re imagining.”

“I don’t believe you,” Gadreel sneered.

Astiratu shrugged. “Do or don’t. Feel free to ask Metatron next time you see him.”

“You’re not going to kill me?”

“Oh, I had every intention of it. But then either I had some personal growth, or you hit me in the head way too hard. Kinda hard to tell with me. Dean, sweetheart, close your eyes and cover your ears.”

“I would advise it,” Castiel urged.

When Dean did as told Astiratu went over to the first chained up angel and placed his palm to his forehead. The angel’s body lit up in a brilliant blue light, and there was a scream as that light traveled like a shot into Astiratu through his hand, leaving only a burned up husk of a body on the floor. He did the same with the other four angels. Castiel poked Dean on the shoulder when it was done, and he opened his eyes to see Astiratu with whirls of bright blue light dancing around him. Astiratu stretched a little and smirked. “Now that I’ve had my Wheaties… Castiel, if you please.”

Castiel moved to wrap his arms around Astiratu’s waist from behind. An aqua light shot out of the half angel’s mouth, and went directly into Sam’s. “Wait, he can possess others without permission?” Dean was confused.

“Yes,” Castiel confirmed. “He’s not a full angel. The rules are a little different for him.”

Sam’s body started to violently jerk, and then a minute or so later a white light flew out of his mouth. Then Sam’s eyes opened. “Wow, this is uncomfortable,” he looked up at the pins in his head.

“Sam?” Dean was hopeful.

“Guess again.”

“Gadreel?”

“Oh, ye of little faith. I’m kind of insulted. Now let me up.”

“Prove you are who you say you are,” Castiel challenged.

Sam’s eyes met Castiel’s with a little glint. “Rainbows.”

“It’s him,” Castiel nodded and started taking the pins out.

“How do you know?” Dean was concerned.

“Because-” Astiratu started.

“Please don’t,” Castiel begged.

“Because it’s the answer to the question of what would I know that no one else would. Don’t worry, Cas, your embarrassing secret is safe.” As soon as he was free he stood and looked around. “Now this is more like it.”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Dean was irritated.

“Relax, sweetheart. I’m just taking a little test drive. I’ll give it back.” He started moving the arms and fingers around, then took a few steps. Then he did a little dance and chuckled. “Very nice. I like it.”

“But you promised to give it back,” Dean reminded him.

“Take a deep breath and chill.”

Headlights shown through the window, and Castiel peeked out. “It’s Adrian.”

“Take the leash off. The back door. I'll handle this,” Crowley said.

Dean raised an eyebrow. “Oh, because you're such a good guy?”

“Right now, I'm the goodest guy you got.”

Dean sighed, but as the aqua light flowed out of Sam and back into Astiratu’s own body, Dean took out the key and freed the demon. “This don't make us square. I see you again...”

“I'm dead. Yes, I know. I love you, too.”

Sam blinked and looked around in bewilderment. “What?”

“No time to explain right now,” Dean grabbed one of his brother’s arms, and Castiel grabbed the other. “We gotta go.”

“Pleasure doing business with you boys, as always,” Crowley commented as they quickly left.

They drove out to a bridge, and stood in the light rain. While Castiel did some healing on Sam, Dean spilled the whole sordid story. “You feel better?” Castiel asked when he was done.

“A little, yeah,” Sam nodded, not looking at his brother for the moment.

“It'll take time to fully heal you. We'll have to do it in stages.”

Dean took a step forward. “Alright. Let me hear it.”

“What you do want me to say, that I'm pissed? Okay. I am. I'm pissed. You lied to me. Again.”

“I didn't have a choice.”

“I was ready to die, Dean!”

“I know. But I wouldn't let you, because that's not in me.”

“Nor is it in me,” Astiratu added. “We wanted you around for us, for that family of yours.”

“So, what? You decide to trick me into being possessed by some psycho angel?”

“He saved your life,” Dean pointed out.

“So what? I was willing to die. And now... Kevin...” he blinked back a few tears.

“No. That is not on you,” Dean said strongly. “Kevin's blood is on my hands, and that ain't ever getting clean. I'll burn for that. I will. But I'll find Gadreel. And I will end that son of a bitch. But I'll do it alone.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Come on, man. Can't you see? I'm I'm poison, Sam. People get close to me, they get killed...or worse.
You know, I tell myself that I I help more people than I hurt. And I tell myself that I'm doing it all for the right reasons, and I believe that. But I can't, I won't drag anybody through the muck with me. Not anymore.”

Sam sighed. “Go. I'm not gonna stop you. But don't go thinking that's the problem, because it's not.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Just go.”

Dean started slowly walking toward the Impala, and he paused when he noticed Astiratu following him. Dean gave him a questioning look. “You expected something different? I know where I’m needed, and I’m stubborn as hell.”

Dean just shook his head as he got into the Impala. Astiratu got into the passenger seat and they drove away.
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