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Hunting Humanity IV	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1032 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam and Dean sat at the breakfast table eating quietly. “How are you feeling today?” Dean asked his brother.

“Better,” Sam nodded. “Each day gets a little better. I mean, I had Jesus himself pin me down and coldly rip out half my soul. Each time I think things can’t get weirder… I was in more agony then I ever thought was possible, but He kept whispering reassurances that it would all be okay, and somehow I believed Him. Here I am, not feeling quite whole yet, but better. And Dean, I really am sorry. I was trying to do good, really, I just...”

“Don’t,” Dean held a hand up. “I mean yeah, I’m pissed at you and Astiratu for going behind my back like that, but what’s done is done. You were dangled in front of Astiratu like a shiny bauble he couldn’t help but play with and they knew it. But Astiratu pulled the biggest string he had to fix it, and you were filleted alive. Now we have a problem on our hands. We fix it, then we fight about it.”

“So, let me get this straight,” Natalie came in with a baby monitor. “The apocalypse has started because Lucifer got free after Sam killed Lilith?”

“That about sums it up,” Dean nodded. “But don’t worry too much. Astiratu put wards on the house, and he talked to a friend in a very high place about putting a no touch under any circumstances order on you and John. Neither side can lay a finger on either of you without having their faces melted off.”

“Well, thank goodness for friends in very high places then,” Natalie gave a small smile.

Liam came down looking reasonably refreshed. “What’s for breakfast?”

“English muffins,” Dean tossed him one. “Have any weird dreams last night?”

“No, surprisingly not, and I actually feel like I slept for once. I mean, like a whole week got wiped from my memory, and you tell me Lucifer got loose, and suddenly I’m having these freaky dreams about leading an army of angels against an army of demons. The demons get crushed every time, but I wake up feeling like it really happened.”

“Well,” Dean sighed. “I’m glad you got some rest because on today’s to do list is track down Cas. The last place I saw him was Chuck’s, so that’s where we’re going.”

The sound of John crying came over the baby monitor and Liam got up. “I don’t feel like crap for once, so I got it,” he said as he shoved a muffin in his mouth and went upstairs.

Dean shook his head. “I know he’s their best soldier, but heaven is really running him ragged, making him burn the candle at both ends. That can’t be good for him.”

“No, it can’t,” Sam agreed. “And even though he’s partially to blame, I feel horrible. It’s not like he held a gun to my head.”

“Would you stop?” Dean snapped. “Like I said, deal with problem first, family drama later.”

They went to Chuck’s house, and the place looked like a war zone. They walked around looking for Chuck until the man jumped out and hit Sam in the head with a toilet plunger. “Jeez! Ow!”

“Sam?” Chuck looked surprised to see him. “You okay?”

“Well, my head hurts,” Sam gingerly rubbed where Chuck had hit him.

“I mean my last visions of you. For one, you went like, full on Vader. Your body temperature was one fifty. Your heart rate was two hundred. Then I see you on this table with this guy standing over you, and the way you were screaming...”

“Yeah,” Sam sighed. “Sadly, there’s no such thing as anesthesia for spiritual surgery. Really wish their was. Anyway, where's Cas?”

“He's dead. Or gone. Some angels smote the crap out of him. I'm sorry.”

“You're sure?” Dean asked. “I mean, maybe he just vanished into the light or something.”

“Oh, no,” Chuck shook his head. “He, like, exploded. Like a water balloon of chunky soup. Then the guy that was standing over you, Sam, He came looking pretty upset and hauled everyone away. Was He like some kind of big boss angel?”

“You could say that,” Dean nodded. “So, what do we do now?” Dean looked to his companions.

Liam sighed. “Right now my only idea is to go find a motel in town and start doing research. I don’t know how I know this, but Lucifer is gonna be looking for a meat suit. There’s gotta be some signs somewhere, and something tells me he can’t pick just any old suit.”

“Not a bad idea,” Dean nodded.

They got a room and Sam got on the laptop. Dean turned on the TV to see if the news could tell them anything. Liam curled up next to Dean on the bed and fell asleep. Dean was stroking Liam’s hair when there was a knock at the door. Sam got up to answer it. There was a blonde woman who looked like she was hyperventilating. “You okay, lady?” Sam asked.

“Sam, is it really you?” She took a step closer and put a hand on his chest. “And you're so firm.”

Sam looked down at her hand. “Uh, do I know you?”

“No. But I know you. You're Sam Winchester. And you're...” she looked over at Dean. “Not what I pictured. I'm Becky.” She stepped into the room. “And you...” she looked puzzled at Liam’s presence as he was waking up. “I don’t know who you are.”

“Liam,” he said as he rubbed his eyes.

“But you left after you were human again.”

“In the stupid books maybe. In reality land I’m Dean’s boyfriend.”

“That’s actually kinda hot. I read all about you guys. And I've even written a few… Oh, but no one writes a better Sam and Dean fic than angelic vampire sixty nine.”

Liam giggled. “That’s actually me too.”

Her eyes widened and she had trouble breathing again. “You’re kidding me!”

Dean glared at Liam. “You wrote a brother slash story about us you sick, sick fuck?”

Liam smirked and shrugged. “I told you, once an idea is put in my head I am not responsible for what happens.”

“What was your inspiration for the whipped cream bit?” she asked.

Liam looked at her funny. “There was no whipped cream. There was chocolate syrup, a ball gag, an anal probe, and riding crop, but...”

“I was just testing you! Oh, god, the ball gag and the riding crop was so hot!”

“Okay, that’s enough before I lose my breakfast!” Dean shouted. “Now, did you just stop by for a look see, or are you here for a reason?”

Becky nodded. “Mr. Edlund told me where you were. He's got a message, but he's being watched. Angels. Nice change up to the mythology, by the way. The demon stuff was getting kind of old.”

“Right,” Sam nodded. “Just, um, what's the message?”

“He had a vision. The Michael sword is on earth. The angels lost it."

“The Michael sword?” Dean raised an eyebrow. Does he know where it is?”

“In a castle, on a hill made of forty two dogs.”

“Forty two dogs?” Dean looked confused.

“Are you sure you got that right?” Sam asked.

“It doesn't make sense, but that's what he said. I memorized every word,” she took a step closer to Sam. “For you,” she said as she put a hand on his chest again.

“Um, Becky, uh, can you quit touching me?” Sam asked awkwardly.

“No,” she shook her head.

“Um,” Liam got up and removed her hand for Sam. “I know it’s fun to do things with them in our heads, but they are real people. Hate to break to you, but Sam here has a girlfriend and a kid, so...”

“But...” she looked a little devastated by that.

“Thank you so much for the message,” Liam guided her to the door. “But, um, bye now.” he pushed her out.

Dean shook his head. “Writing erotic kinky stories about me and Sam… What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Liam crawled back on the bed and nuzzled close with sad puppy eyes. “I was just getting a little creativity out of my system. A little fiction never hurt anyone. It’s not like you actually had to do those things.” He leaned in to kiss Dean’s neck. “And you know I love having vanilla sex with you because I love you, I just like to get creative sometimes too.” He nipped at a very sensitive spot on the side of Dean’s neck.

Dean shivered and sighed. “I guess I can’t get too mad at you, not with those puppy eyes and the way you push all the right buttons.”

A little while later Bobby came to help. “Hey, Bobby,” Dean greeted him with a hug. “You weren't followed, were you?”

“You mean by angels, demons, or Sam's new super fan?” Bobby smirked.

Sam laughed. “You heard about that?”

“I heard, Romeo. So, sword of Michael, huh?”

Dean nodded. “You think we're talking about the actual sword from the actual archangel?”

Liam sighed. “Something in me thinks maybe so, and it would give its right arm to have it because it’s pretty,” the there was a little sparkle and a little lust in his eyes.

Bobby set down a book and opened it to a picture of what was supposed to be Michael, but very effeminate looking. “That's Michael. Toughest son of a bitch they got.”

“Big meanie that won’t let me play with the sword...” Liam grumbled.

Bobby rolled his eyes. “I wouldn't want to meet him in a dark alley, believe me. He commands the heavenly host. During the last big dust up upstairs, he's the one who booted Lucifer's ass to the basement. Did it with that sword. So if we can find it...”

“We can kick the devil's ass all over again,” Sam nodded. “All right. So, where do we start?”

“Divvy up and start reading,” Bobby instructed. “Try and make sense of Chuck's nonsense.”

Sam nodded and sighed. “There's an old church nearby. Maybe I'll go read some of the lore books there,” he said as he left.

“Hey, Liam,” Bobby looked up at him. “I’ve had a long drive and I’m getting kinda hungry. Mind going and fetching some grub?”

“Um, okay,” Liam answered. “What do you want?”

“I’m not picky,” Bobby shrugged.

“Okay, then...” Liam shrugged and headed out.

“Why’d you send him away?” Dean asked. “His mind is our best asset.”

“Yeah, but he’s gotten a little unfocused lately.”

“I mean, he’s a little more scatterbrained than usual, but heaven has been riding him hard lately. No rest for the certifiably insane.”

“Times like these I wish your daddy was still here. He’d know what to do.”

“Dad...” Dean’s eyes narrowed and he went to dig in his bag. He pulled out a ziploc bag full of cards and started digging through it.

“What’s in your head?” Bobby asked.

“This,” Dean said as he pulled out a card. “It's a card for my dad's lockup in upstate New York. Read it.”

Bobby took the card in his hand. “"Castle Storage. Forty two Rover Hill."

Dean nodded. “Castle on a hill of forty two dogs.”

“So you think your dad had the Michael sword all this time?” Bobby asked.

“I don't know what to think. I'm not sure what else Chuck could have meant.”

“Yeah. Okay.” Bobby nodded. “It's good enough for me.”

Suddenly Bobby picked Dean up by the shirt and threw him through the partition between the kitchenette and the beds, his eyes black.

Two more demons came in. The demon in Bobby picked Dean up by the throat and pinned him against the wall. A woman sauntered up to him with a big smile. “I always knew you were a big, dumb, slow, dim pain in the ass, Dean. But I never dreamed you were so VIP. I mean, you're gonna ice the devil? You? If I'd have known that, I'd have ripped your pretty, pretty face off ages ago,” she stroked his cheek.

“Meg? You again?” Dean looked at her as he struggled to breathe.

“Hi. These are the days of miracle and wonder, Dean. Our father's among us. You know we're all dreaming again for the first time since we were human? It's heaven on earth. Or hell. We really owe your brother a fruit basket.”

“My god, you like the sound of your own voice.”

“But you, on the other hand, you're the only bump in the road. So every demon, every single one, is just dying for a piece of you. You know, your surrogate daddy's still awake screaming in there, and I want him to know how it feels slicing the life out of you.” Meg handed a knife to Bobby who held it to Dean’s throat.

“Bobby!” Dean cried out, struggling as hard as he could.

Bobby raised the knife to stab Dean, but just before he did the door opened to reveal Liam and Bobby’s body suddenly went rigid. “Get him!” Meg shouted to other male demon. The male demon hesitated for a moment and black smoke started coming out of Bobby’s mouth. “For fuck’s sake!” Meg growled and tackled Liam. The male demon was emboldened and piled on.

While Liam wrestled with the two others, the demon now back inside Bobby plunged the knife into Dean’s gut. Dean’s eyes widened as he cried out in pain and the knife was twisted. Liam gripped the male demon’s throat tight choking him. Meg tried to pry him off, even kicking him in the face, but the smoke erupted from the man’s mouth and exploded in ball of fire.

Bobby stabbed Dean a second time as Liam turned on Meg and she smoked out. Liam then tackled Bobby and wrestled the knife out of his hand before wrapping an arm around his throat. Sam returned just in time to see the smoke come out of Bobby’s mouth and also go up in flames.

“Oh, god!” Bobby choked out when he saw Dean lying in a pool of blood shaking and panting. “I am so sorry, kid! I tried to fight it!”

“It’s okay, Bobby, I know,” Dean nodded and swallowed hard.

“Dean, it’s okay,” Sam rushed to his brother’s side. “We’re gonna get you to a hospital, and you’re gonna be okay.”

Liam knelt down beside Dean and placed a hand on each stab wound. “Whoa...” Dean jumped a little. “What are you doing, that feels kinda dirty, but good.”

When Liam removed his hands the stab wounds were gone. Liam sighed and looked at the blood covering his hands. “Since this whole apocalypse started I have become ten kinds of freak.”

Dean reached up to cup his non swollen cheek. “You have become a force of good that the demons are scared to screw with. You just saved my life. It’s in your soul, it’s who you are, Babe. Be proud of that.”

Liam nodded and went to wash his hands. When he came out Dean grabbed him and kissed him passionately. “I want you to know I love every evil ass kicking bit of you,” Dean smiled at him.

“Hate to break up the love fest,” Bobby looked at them. “But Meg managed to escape and knows where the sword is now. We gotta go!”

They grabbed their things and rushed to the cars and drove as fast as they could to the storage facility. They entered the small room, guns drawn, but the place was scattered with dead and probably previously possessed bodies. “I see you told the demons where the sword is.” Zachariah stepped in behind them escorted by two other angels.

“Oh, thank god. The angels are here,” Dean said sarcastically.

“Indeed we are,” Zachariah grinned. “And Astiratu, thank you so much you stupid whore for going to your used to be to fix everything for you.”

“Aww,” Astiratu tilted his head. “Are you all sad I went way over your head?”

“He put me on the rack. And Dean, for reference, when the Prince puts you on the rack, it makes getting carved up by Alastair feel like being tickled with a feather duster.”

“Yeah,” Astiratu chuckled. “It’s called imagination, which demons sadly lack. But you poor baby, I bet you didn’t do anything to deserve what He did to you. Why all you did was start the apocalypse, that’s all.”

“Don’t get smart with me, you whore.”

“Oh, so you think calling me a whore will hurt my poor little feelings. I know what went on in that tent at night.”

“And so does most of heaven and hell.”

“Did you enjoy the show? Was the pillow talk nice and titillating? You know, I bet you’re just jealous that I won’t whip out some of my magic and screw you. Sorry, I do have standards, and you… just, no...” he made a disgusted face.

Zachariah glared daggers at Astiratu. “When I was finally let off the rack I was screamed at in a very threatening manner to clean up my mess.”

“Okay,” Astiratu shrugged. “So, do what you usually do and give me the damn sword so I can clean up the mess for you. We all know I’m not afraid of Lucifer. Never have been.”

Zachariah chuckled. “No, you’re infamous for your only fear being of God Himself. He gave you existence, and He can take it away. But, go ahead, the sword is standing right next you. It’s Dean.”

“What do you mean, I'm the sword?” Dean looked confused.

“You're Michael's weapon. Or, rather, his receptacle.”

“I'm a vessel?” Dean’s eyes narrowed. “How? Why me?”

“Because you're chosen! It's a great honor, Dean.”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, life as an angel condom. That's real fun. I think I'll pass, thanks.”

Zachariah sighed and shaped his hand into a gun like position and aimed at Dean, then shifted to Sam. There was a loud crack and Sam cried out as he fell. “Keep mouthing off, I'll break more than his legs. I am completely and utterly through screwing around. The war has begun. We don't have our general. That's bad. Now, Michael is going to take his vessel and lead the final charge against the adversary. You understand me?”

“You son of a bitch!” Dean growled. “There's a reason you're telling me this instead of just nabbing me. You need my consent. Michael needs my say so to ride around in my skin.”

“Unfortunately, yes. There is no other way. There must be a battle. Michael must defeat the serpent. It is written.”

“Yeah, maybe. But, on the other hand... Eat me. The answer's no.”

“Then how about we heal you from...stage four stomach cancer?” Zachariah went to wave his fingers again, but nothing happened.

“Uh, hi, forget about me, bitch?” Astiratu waved. “You got Sam because I wasn’t expecting it, but I’ve got a crap load more juice than you, so, go fuck yourself with sandpaper.”

Zachariah shook his head. “Yes, you are a giant thorn in everyone’s side, and I know you take great pride in that, but you won’t be around forever to stop me.”

Astiratu tilted his head. “It’s possible you know something I don’t. After all I’m not really told much, I’m just an attack dog that Daddy keeps happy so I don’t turn.”

“That’s right,” Zachariah chuckled. “That’s all you are in the grand scheme of things. It’s sad really, two bodies once lovers destined to beat each other bloody on the field of battle.”

“Um, tired of the games, so spill,” Astiratu growled.

“Didn’t anybody tell you?” Zachariah smirked evilly. “You are Lucifer’s vessel.”

“Oh, hell no!” Astiratu shouted. “I hate that whiny piss ant! I happily helped put him where he was. You honestly think…? Only being I would willingly share a body with is my used to be. If you think anything else you are clearly delusional.”

Zachariah sighed. “You will both say yes, one way or another.”

“And you will fix Sam’s legs and get the hell out of my sight before you are goo on my shoe,” Astiratu glared daggers at him. Then he made a little twisting motion with his hand and one of the angels’ eyes went wide and he grabbed his throat before there was a bright flash of light and he fell dead.

“Alright, easy tiger,” Zachariah held up a hand. He vanished along with the other angel and Sam was able to stand up again.

“You three need to be more careful,” Castiel stood in the corner.

“Cas!” Dean looked over. “We thought you were dead.”

“I was,” he looked to Astiratu. “But someone saw fit to bring me back.” He put a hand on both Sam and Dean’s chests. They gasped.

“What the hell was that?” Dean asked.

“An Enochian sigil. It'll hide you from every angel in creation, including Lucifer, who is circling his temporary vessel as we speak.”

“What, did you just brand us with it?” Dean asked.

“No, I carved it into your ribs.” He looked to Astiratu. “Your turn.” He touched Astiratu who hissed. Then Castiel was gone.

They went home for the time being. Liam went up to bed and found the room lit by a few candles in the room. Dean was standing naked, stroking lube on his cock. “What’s this?” Liam asked.

Dean smirked. “I have had a little divine inspiration. At first I didn’t know what to do with what I was shown, but then I figured why not make good use of it. Get naked bitch.”

“Oh, you really know the way to a guy’s heart,” Liam laughed softly and began to undress.

“That’s only the beginning,” Dean chuckled. When Liam was completely naked Dean took his hand and pulled him close. Then in one swift motion he slammed Liam up against the wall, holding him up and roughly grabbing his throat. “I am gonna fuck your brains out and you’re gonna like it you crazy bitch!”

Liam groaned as he was roughly entered and Dean started thrusting into him. Dean kissed him passionately, their tongues dancing together while Dean still kept a tight grip on his throat. Liam started to reach to stroke himself but Dean shook his head. “Don’t you dare, bitch!”

Liam wrapped his arms around Dean’s neck and gasped as Dean bit his throat. Liam dug his nails into Dean’s shoulders, drawing a little blood as Dean started really pounding into him. “Oh, god!” Liam moaned, panting and closing his eyes.

“God’s got nothing to do with it,” Dean smirked as he kissed him again. Dean’s chest rose and fell sharply and he bit Liam’s lip as he spilled his load inside him.

He stood there for a minute panting heavily before carrying Liam over to the bed and tossing him down. “I know you need a release too, but you don’t have my permission to touch yourself.”

Liam whimpered in frustration as Dean started nipping at his neck in all the right spots. Then Dean kissed his way down Liam’s chest and belly, then to his thighs. “Please...” Liam whimpered, his cock painfully throbbing from the stimulation.

“No, not yet,” Dean shook his head and took Liam’s leg to start nibbling just behind his knee. Liam’s back arched and his fingers twisted in the sheets. Dean sat back with a smirk and let his fingertips brush down Liam’s shins and over the tops of his feet. Then he lightly brushed the soles of Liam’s feet.

“This is getting cruel,” Liam whimpered, squirming at every touch.

“Oh, we haven’t reached cruel yet,” Dean chuckled before taking Liam’s right big toe into his mouth and caressing it with his tongue. Liam bit his lip and cried out as his eyes went wide and his breath caught in his throat.

“Please… I’m begging you!” Liam cried. “I need it!”

Dean looked up into his eyes. “Will you be mine forever?”

“I’ll do any fucking thing you want!”

Dean chuckled and moved to finally grab Liam’s cock in his hand. He reached out with his tongue and circled the tip, making Liam gasp and push his hips up. Then he slid it into his mouth and gently started sucking. “Sweet mother of god, yes!” Liam cried. Less than a minute later Liam’s whole body tensed up and his eyes shut tight. “Oh, god!” he let out a strangled cry as the most intense pleasure he could ever remember feeling hit him like a train and hot cum gushed into Dean’s mouth.

Dean swallowed every drop and sat up when it was over. Liam lay there panting heavily and unable to move for a minute. “I don’t know who gave you the keys to my control panel, but holy fuck… I think you blew a fuse or two.”

Dean smiled and moved up to wrap an arm around Liam and kiss his neck. “Like that did you? Don’t expect it every time. I’m still a vanilla romantic, but I thought I’d see what would happen if I did a little button pushing of my own.”

“I love you, Dean,” Liam leaned in to kiss his lover tenderly.

“I love you too,” Dean kissed him back and snuggled him close to go to sleep.
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