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Hunting Humanity VI	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1211 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bobby, Sam, and Dean walked back into Bobby’s house. Dean went straight for the couch where Liam lay and knelt down to check on him. He wasn’t breathing and cold to the touch. “No,” Dean shook his head. “No!” he screamed as he got up and punched the wall.

Sam pulled his brother into a tight hug while he cried. “Dean, I’m sorry.”

“So am I, kid,” Bobby frowned. “Looks like he’s been dead for hours. What do you want to do with him?”

“I want this to all be a bad dream,” tears were streaming down Dean’s cheeks. “I want to open my eyes and see him sitting there just fine.”

Bobby patted Dean’s shoulder. “How about we get some rest and we bury him in the morning? I’ll pick out a real nice spot.”

Dean shook his head. “Cas said he was going to fix this.”

Bobby shrugged. “Either he was lying or he forgot. I really am sorry.”

Sam led Dean up to the spare bedroom and forced his brother to lie down and at least try to sleep. Dean dozed a little bit and went back downstairs when it was daylight. Sam followed him down. “He looks like he’s just sleeping. Maybe if I...” Dean approached the couch and tried to shake him before breaking down into tears again.

Bobby came inside. “I think I found the perfect spot. Come on, son, pick him up and let’s go. I don’t mean to rush you, but this needs to get done.”

Dean nodded and picked Liam’s body up and followed Bobby out a little ways off the property. There were a few tress clustered together by a little stream. Dean nodded. “Yeah, he’d like this spot.” He gently laid Liam on the ground and they started digging.

Once the grave was dug Dean put Liam in it and shook his head. He knelt down to place one last kiss on Liam’s forehead, then his lips. “It should be me. I love you so much.”

Sam sighed. “You were a little strange, but a very good friend to have. I’ll miss you.”

Bobby shrugged. “Didn’t know you that well. You were definitely the strangest vampire I have ever met, and an even stranger human it seemed, but definitely a breath of fresh air. Things won’t be the same without you.”

They buried him and headed back to the house. Dean entered and stopped stunned when he saw Liam sitting on the couch covered in dirt. “How the…?”

Liam looked up at him. “I think I was dead again. What did you do?”

Dean shook his head. “I didn’t… We just buried you…”

Bobby shook his head as well. “I’m sorry, son, but we’re gonna have to do some testing on you.”

Liam shrugged. “Can’t blame you. I’d do the same.”

Bobby grabbed some holy water and splashed it on him. Nothing happened. “Well, that was the easiest test. Hold out your arm.”

Liam complied and Bobby grabbed a silver knife to make a shallow cut. A little blood dripped from the wound, but nothing else happened. Bobby proceeded to run every monster test he could think of or find in any of the books they had taken from Samuel’s library. Nothing seemed to affect Liam. Dean’s eyes lit up and he smiled. “You’re you.”

Liam nodded. “It would seem that way, yes. If you didn’t do it, then the how, well your guess is as good as mine.”

“Do you remember anything like the last time?” Sam asked.

“Nope,” Liam shook his head. “I remember dying, and now I’m here.”

Dean threw his arms around Liam and hugged him tight. “I don’t care how or why. The important thing is you’re here! Also, you need a bath. How do you feel by the way?”

“Really hungry, but otherwise fine. I’ll just go get that bath.”

Dean pulled him in for a kiss. “And I’ll make you something to eat while you take that bath.”

After Liam was bathed and fed Dean went out to work on the car they had to have towed back. Bobby came out to check on him after a while. “Bet you’re feeling a lot better now.”

Dean chuckled. “You have no idea. You think maybe Cas had a memory relapse and then remembered?”

Bobby shrugged. “No idea. You three keep cheating death over and over, it astounds me.”

“Yeah, well,” Dean sighed. “I got a gift horse, and I ain’t gonna go looking for any teeth. What about God part deux anyway?”

“I got all kinds of feelers out, so far diddly.”

“And what exactly are you looking for?”

“Exactly. What? Miracles, mass visions, trench coat on a tortilla? I don't know what I'm looking for.”

“Ah, well, he'll surface.”

“So say we do suss out where new and improved flew off to… The hell we plan to do about it?”

“I don't know, Bobby, I got no more clue than you do.”

“I don't even know what books to hit for this, Dean.”

“Well, figure it out! I'm sorry. This ain't in no book. If you stick your neck out, Cas steps on it. So you know what I'm gonna do? I’m gonna fix this car. Because that's what I can do. I can work on her til she's mint.”

Dean asked Liam to join him in fixing the car. “Um, you know I just recently mastered driving the things, right? I don’t think I’d be very good at fixing one.”

“I just wanna spend time with you,” Dean stroked his cheek. “You can be my assistant. I’ll show you what to do.”

Liam sighed but nodded. They kept the radio on to listen for news while they worked. It started with spiritual leaders being mysteriously killed by a man in a trench coat. Next it was the Ku Klux Klan that was targeted. “Can't argue with that one,” Dean chuckled a little.

“Me either,” Liam agreed. “It seems like he’s trying to fix all the problems he think apathy created.”

“But you don’t see it that way?”

“No. I think the world was intended to be a little messy, if not annoying.”

“I see. You don’t think it was a little rich for your father to stand up on Sundays and preach the good word while going home and treating you the way he did?”

“I think there are flaws in the system. Still, I don’t think it’s Castiel’s place to fix it.” Dean smiled and kissed him as he took the wrench from his hand. “What was that for?”

“Being you. You have such a different way of looking at things and I love it.”

Sam came out to help for a little bit after dinner and they found out the next target was motivational speakers. “Motivational speakers?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

Dean shook his head. “Yeah, I'm not sure new Cas gets irony any better than old Cas. Of course, old Cas wouldn't smite Madison Square Garden just to prove a point. He is off the deep end of the deep end, and there's no slowing down.”

“So, what? Try to talk to him again?” Dean shot his brother a look. “Dean, all we can do is talk to the guy.”

“He's not a guy. He's God, and he's pissed. And when God gets righteous, you get the hell out of the way; haven't you read the Bible? Cas is never coming back. He's lied to us, he used us, he killed Liam like nothing. No more talk; we have spent enough on him. Hand me that socket wrench.”

Liam stared at the tool box. “That would be, um?”

“That one on the left,” Dean pointed to it. “You are not mechanical at all, are you?”

“I warned you. If you want to dump me for a more mechanical person...”

“Hell no,” Dean shot him a glare. “I don’t care if you don’t know the difference between kinds of wrenches. You have other endearing qualities.”

When Dean was about to paint the car Bobby went out to see him. “She's looking good considering.”

Dean took a beer from him. “Considering? I should do this professionally.”

“Where’s Liam?”

“Taking a bathroom and snack break.”

“How’s that guy even vertical? He was a door nail for like twelve hours.”

“I don’t know, and I don’t care. We gave him every test known to hunter kind, and they all say he’s fine. He’s him. We’ve died before and come back fine, so… I’m just gonna send a giant thank you to whoever is responsible and cuddle the crap out of him while I have him.”

“Okay then,” Bobby sighed.

Sam came in. “Hey,” Dean looked up at him. “What's the word?”

“Well, a publishing house literally exploded about an hour ago. The guy has a body count that's really getting up there. We gotta do something.”

Bobby frowned. “What we've got to do is hunt the son of bitch. Unfortunately, I lost my God guns.”

Sam threw out his hands. “Well, I mean is there some kind of heavenly weapon? Maybe something out of that angel arsenal that Balthazar stole? There has to be something that can hurt him.”

Dean shook his head. “He's God, Sam. There's nothing, but there might be someone.”

They all gathered in the basement to summon Crowley into a devil’s trap. “No! Come on!” Crowley growled when he saw where he was. My new boss is going to kill me for even talking to you lads.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Whoa, wait! What new boss?”

“Castiel, you giraffe.”

“Is your boss?” Liam looked a little surprised.

“Is everybody's boss. What do you think he's going to do if he finds out we've been conspiring? You do you want to conspire, don't you?”

“No. We want you to just stand there and look pretty,” Bobby said sarcastically.

“Listening,” Crowley looked at them.

“We need a spell to bind Death,” Dean told him.

“Bind? Enslave Death? You having a laugh?”

Dean shrugged. “Lucifer did it.”

“That's Lucifer.”

“A spell's a spell,” Sam pointed out.

“You really believe you can handle that kind of horsepower? You're delusional!”

Dean sighed. “Death is the only player on the board left that has the kind of juice to take Cas.”

“They'll both mash us like peas. Why should I help with a suicide mission?”

“Look! Do you really want Cas running the universe?” Bobby asked.

“Not particularly. Okay, let me out and I’ll see what I can do.”

The next morning a large envelope was shoved under Bobby’s door. Bobby picked it up and went outside to see who had delivered it, but there was no one there. When he opened it he saw it was the spell they had asked for. He showed it to Dean. “It's from Crowley.”

Dean took a look at it. “Well, Who feels like hog tying death tonight?”

Bobby sighed. “Old age is over rated anyhow.”

They gathered in Bobby’s living room to study the spell. “Well, we've got most of this stuff, but we're going to have to make a run for a few things,” Bobby told them.

“Like?” Dean asked.

“Like an act of God.”

“Ah, one of those,” Sam nodded. “We had to get one to make Liam human.”

“I found records of an auction. Winning bidder lives about nine hours from here.”

They got everything ready to leave. “I wish you would stay here,” Dean stroked Liam’s cheek. “I had to see you die again, and I…”

Liam glared back at him. “And I’m just supposed to sit here and worry about you? I don’t think so.”

They got in the car and drove to the address. They had to take out one security guard and disable an alarm. Dean was looking around in a display room when he heard a gun cock behind him. He turned around to see the homeowner holding a shotgun with his wife behind him. “Hi. Uh... I don't want to hurt you. Really.”

“I'm the one with the firearm, son.”

“I get that. Just, um...” he looked to Liam hiding in a shadow. “Remember we don’t want to hurt you.”

“We?” the man looked confused.

Moments later the couple was tied up back to back and gagged. Bobby and Sam came in with everything else they needed. “Okay. Yeah. Good. Hey, guys. Uh, so this is Dr. and Mrs. Weiss. I found the God thingy.”

Bobby nodded. “Well, let's light this candle.”

They put everything together and Bobby did the incantation. Dean looked around. “Um... Hello? Death?”

“You're joking,” Death appeared behind them.

Dean gave him a nervous smile. “I'm sorry, Death. This isn't what it seems.”

“Seems like you bound me.”

“For good reason, okay? Just, uh, hear us out. Um... Fried pickle chip? They're the best in the state.”

“That easy to soothe me, you think? Hello, Liam, you’re looking well considering. I know I said souls weren’t rubber balls, but it seems in your case...”

“You know something about that?” Dean looked surprised.

“I know just about everything concerning death. Castiel put him on the list. The Prince revived him before going into hiding.”

Dean’s eyebrows raised. “The Prince? As in...”

“Yes. Now unbind me.”

“We can't. Yet.” Sam insisted.

“This isn't going to end well.”

“We need you to kill God,” Dean said.

“Pardon?”

“Kill God. You heard right. Your... Honor,” Bobby nodded.

“What makes you think I can do that?”

“You told me in so many words,” Dean said.

“Why should I?”

“Because... We said so, and we're the boss of you. I mean... Respectfully.”

“Amazing,” Castiel appeared. “I didn't want to kill you, but now...”

“You can't kill us,” Dean looked at Castiel boldly.

“You've erased any nostalgia I had for you, Dean.”

“Death is our bitch. We ain't gonna die, even if God pulls the trigger.”

Death turned to Castiel. “Annoying little protozoa, aren't they? God? You look awfully like a mutated angel to me. Your vessel's melting. You're going to explode.”

“No, I'm not. When I've finished my work, I'll repair myself.”

“You think you can because you think you're simply under the weight of all those souls, yes? But that's not the worst problem. There are things much older than souls in Purgatory, and you gulped those in, too.”

“Irrelevant. I control them.”

“For the moment.”

“Wait, uh, what older things?” Dean asked.

Death turned to him. “Long before God created Angel and man, he made the first beasts, the Leviathans. I personally found them entertaining, but he was concerned they'd chomp the entire petri dish, so he locked them away. Why do you think he created Purgatory? To keep those clever, poisonous things out. Now Castiel has swallowed them. He's the one thin membrane between the old ones and your home.”

“Enough,” Castiel growled.

“Stupid little soldier you are.”

“Why? Because I dared open a door that he shut? Where is he? I did a service taking his place.”

“Service? Settling petty vendettas?”

“No. I'm cleaning up one mess after another selflessly.”

“Quite the humanitarian.”

“And how would you know? What are you, really? A flyswatter?”

“Destined to swat you, I think.”

“Unless I take you first.”

“Really bought his own press, this one. Please, Cas. I know God, and you, sir, are no God.”

Dean cleared his throat. “All right, put your junk away, both of you. Look, call him what you want. Just kill him now!”

“All right. Fine,” Death raised a hand, but Castiel snapped his fingers and released Death. “Thank you. Shall we kickbox now? I had a tingle I'd be reaping someone very, very soon.” Dean started to back away. “Don't worry, not you.” Death started to eat the pickle chips and Castiel vanished. “Well, he was in a hurry.”

They watched as Death finished the pickle chips and soda. “Um...” Dean looked at him.

“Shut up, Dean. I'm not here to tie your shoes every time you trip. I warned you about those souls how long ago? Long enough to stop that fool. And here we are again, with your little planet on the edge of immolation.”

“Well, I'm sorry. All right? I've been trying to save this planet, so maybe you should find somebody better to tip off.”

“Maybe I should spend my effort on a better planet. Well, it's been amusing.”

“Wait,” Sam held a hand up. “Hold on, hold on. Just, can you give us something? You have to care a little bit about what happens to us.”

“You know, I really don't. But I do find that little angel arrogant.”

“Great. Let's go with that,” Dean nodded.

“Your only hope is to have him return it all to Purgatory. Quickly.”

Sam’s eyes narrowed. “We need a door.”

“You have everything you need at that lab. Get him to return there and compel him to give up the power.”

“Compel?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Figure it out.”

“But that door only opens in the eclipse, and that's over,” Bobby pointed out.

“I'll make another. 3:59 Sunday morning, just before dawn. Be punctual. Don't thank me. Clean up your mess. Try to bind me again, you'll die before you start. Nice pickle chips, by the way.”

They went back to Bobby’s and tried to get some sleep. Dean was up first and Sam came in. “We got to hit the road. I mean, how are we supposed to get Cas to that lab by friggin 3:59 a.m.?”

“We don't.”

“What do you mean, We don't?”

“I mean, we can't bring the horse to water, and we can't make it drink. Why fool ourselves?”

“Dean, look, I know you think that Cas is gone...”

“It's 'cause he is.”

“He's not! He's in there somewhere, Dean. I know it.”

“No, you don't. Yeah, you know how I'm gonna deal? I'm gonna stuff my piehole, I'm gonna drink, and I'm gonna act like the world's about to explode because it is. Hey. You got to be kidding me. Massacre at the campaign office of an incumbent Senator by a trench coated man. There's security footage. Well, I think reaching Cas is, uh... out of the cards.”

Liam came down and got himself something to drink as Sam left. “Hello, beautiful,” Dean got up to hug and kiss him.

“Were you watching porn while I was sleeping?” Liam’s eyes narrowed.

“Maybe, but that’s not a comment on you. Please don’t get upset. While you were dead I was devastated.”

Sam came back in. “As soon as we get something figured out I wanna go home. My kid has probably forgotten me by now.”

Suddenly Castiel appeared covered in blood. “I heard your call. I need help.”

He was starting to realize he was in over his head. He willingly went back to the lab with them to put everything back. The guy could barely stand when they entered the chamber they had used before. Dean helped Castiel down to the floor. “We need the right blood. There's a small jar, end of the hall, supply closet.”

“Got it,” Sam nodded and headed off to get it.

“Dean?” Castiel looked up at him.

“What, you need something else?”

“No. I feel regret, about you and what I did to Liam.”

“Yeah, well, you should.”

“I just wanted to make amends before I die. Is it working?”

“Does it make you feel better?”

“No. You?”

“Not a bit.”

“Hang in there. Just a couple of minutes,” Bobby assured him while he prepared everything. Sam came back with the blood and Bobby started drawing the symbol on the wall. “That's good enough. Okay, step right up, Cas.”

Dean stood Castiel up in front of the wall and Bobby started chanting. Castiel turned back to Dean. “I'm sorry, Dean.”

A hole opened up and Castiel let everything go. A bright light flew from him into the sucking hole for a few minutes. Then it closed and Castiel collapsed. “Cas?” Dean knelt beside him.

“He's cold,” Bobby shook his head.

“Is he breathing?” Sam asked.

“No.”

Dean sighed. “Maybe angels don't need to breathe.”

“He's gone, Dean.”

“Damn it. Cas, you child. Why didn't you listen to me?” Suddenly Castiel’s eyes opened and he took a deep breath. “Cas?! Hey! Okay. All right.”

“That was unpleasant,” Castiel blinked.

“Let's get him up. Easy, there,” Dean helped him to his feet.

“I'm alive,” Castiel looked around. “I'm astonished. Thank you, all of you.”

“We were mostly just trying to save the world,” Bobby said.

“I'm ashamed. I really overreached. I'm gonna find some way to redeem myself to you.”

Dean nodded. “Alright, well, one thing at a time. Come on. Let's get you out of here. Come on.”

Castiel suddenly shoved Dean away. “You need to run now! I can't hold them back!”

“Hold who back?” Liam asked.

“They held on inside me. Dean, they're so strong. Leviathan! I can't fight them. Run!”

Dean got up and they tried to run but were all suddenly thrown around the room. “Too late,” a wide grin appeared on Castiel’s face.

“Cas?” Dean looked up to him.

“Cas is, he's gone. He's dead. We run the show now. Oh, this is going to be so much fun.”
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