sequel to: With a Bang and The Aftershocks and Not a Whimper
Rating: SPN/DA Crossover - PG - Gen – AU in the year 2020 (wee!chesters?)
Spoilers: General (for all aired episodes)
Disclaimers: SPN & DA characters are owned by their various creators.
Summary: Alec POV. A cursed music box turns everyone (except Alec) into a little kid. The Hijinks Ensue.
Alec was having a really great dream.
By divine happenstance he had somehow achieved complete control over the filthy house and all the Lysol. With no one to interfere every room had been completely emptied, the floors waxed and windows shined. Books were neatly stacked. Tile was bleached. Sinks were scoured.
It was blissful and glittering in the sunlight…
He rolled over and stretched across the mattress without opening his eyes.
“Alec? Alec wake up!”
The high-pitched voice in his ear made his smile falter a little bit. There had been another part to the dream he’d had. It had been a lot less pleasant and pretty freaking weird.
Alec reluctantly opened his eyes and saw two little boys staring down at him anxiously.
“You have to get up,” Sam whispered. “That man is back.”
The cat was struggling in and out of Dean’s hands like a pissed off Slinky toy.
Okay, so only some of it had been a beautiful dream. The house still looked like it always did. It actually even appeared a little worse than usual after last night’s coffee session with the cartoons. Alec still wasn’t sure how that much puke could come out of a kid as skinny and small as Dean currently was. Sam had taken to the caffeine like a trooper though. In fact, he got so wired he helped Alec for an hour putting together financial aid applications for Father Chavez. Before he puked and crashed too.
“Leave my cat alone,” Alec told Dean. “And put on some clothes. I understand our roots are white trash but we don’t have to be proud of it--”
“Come on,” Sam tugged at his hand. “Hurry up!”
“And nobody gets any more beer,” Alec yawned. “Except for me.”
Father Chavez was very grateful for all the paperwork, but slightly confused that all their business was conducted on the porch in boxer shorts. Alec tried to keep his smile intact while the priest expressed how much he was looking forward to the services that evening. It was easy to fool one guy no problem but the entire town might notice that Alec wasn’t their real Pastor.
He stood there waving goodbye at the rental car until he suddenly remembered that he had to feed the kids.
Or his parents.
Alec watched his carefully assembled P&J sandwiches be picked apart and licked clean.
He caught Sam mashing some of his sandwich between his teeth for his own amusement. And apparently the amusement of his brother, because suddenly they were trying to outdo one another in Wonder Bread mutilation.
“Someone’s gonna choke,” Alec said “Quit it.”
Sam shrugged and Dean slurped back in his food.
“I could use some cooperation you know,” Alec found some stale leftover coffee. “I think everyone should start thinking about Team Work.”
Dean stuck out his tongue in an effort to look at it.
“There’s no I in WE. Or ME in Group. Or however that stupid saying goes.”
Although Alec was tired, Sam and Dean appeared wide awake and ready for action. They should be considering they both slept like rocks. Alec hadn’t minded that part too much. He kind of liked how they could all fit in one bed and no one seemed to mind the overlapping.
“And you guys stink,” Alec said. “Like more than usual.”
“Shut up,“ Sam frowned. “Do not.”
“Do too.” Alec countered.
Alec waited for Dean to say something and realized that the kid didn’t talk much. In fact, he didn’t speak at all. He supposed that the both of them were kind of freakishly well behaved for children. Even the X5s back in the barracks broke out in the occasional pillow fight when the time was right. But Alec could sense some lingering adulthood hanging on in Sam and Dean’s head.
Except for the cat torturing parts and an occasional requirement for aid in the bathroom.
“Are you sure you told the Father what I said?” Sam’s vocabulary might have changed but his tone was still there. “Are you sure he’s not going to come tonight?”
“Come where?” Alec took Dean’s discarded bread crusts.
“Oh, yeah,“ Alec tried to ignore his dad’s gaze narrowing on him. “I took care of all that.”
“Me now?” Dean’s voice was funny, like a raspy squeak of air. He even raised his hand like they were sitting in a class room. "Me?"
Sam’s aggravation evaporated at the sound of his brother, his agitated legs under the table stopping in mid-kick. Alec saw that Dean was waiting impatiently for some kind of prompting before he continued.
“Go ahead, Dean. Speak up.”
Dean pushed expectantly at his plate.
“He’s still hungry,” Sam got back to his own sandwich. “And he wants milk.”
Wondering how the hell Sam had picked that up from one plate-push, Alec quickly moved to comply.
“I want some milk too,” Sam added. “Chocolate milk?”
It didn’t occur to Alec until he was pouring milk into glasses that his dad had just asked him for permission. Thinking of the music box he‘d stashed in the attic, he wondered for the first time what the thing’s full effect might be. He’d also been hoping real bad that its lame magic would just wear off, but he knew that was probably a nice pipe dream too. Nothing around here was ever that easy.
“I’m done!” Sam announced.
“Uh.. okay,” Alec didn’t know how to answer that one. “Thanks?”
Leaving their dishes on the table, Dean hastily slid out of his chair and followed Sam to wherever it was that he was going. Alec expected the television to turn on but he heard the groan of the pipes instead. He was glad Sam was giving himself a shower because he wasn’t quite sure he was up to orchestrating a forced shampooing. Helping himself to the milk, Alec paused when he heard another shrill voice joining his father’s in the echo of the upstairs bathroom.
Looked like Dean liked to talk after all.
Just not with everybody.