Title: With a Bang – part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - part 9 - part 10 - part 11 - part 12 - part 13 - part 14 - part 15 & Epilogue *Completed*
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Rating: SPN/DA Crossover - PG - Gen – AU in the year 2020 clap your hands and believe!
Spoilers: General (for all aired episodes)
Disclaimers: SPN & DA & characters are owned by their various creators.
Summary: Two worlds collide and all three explode.
Alec wasn't aware his refrigerator contained enough edible material to provide an entire breakfast.
Cans of vegetables he'd forgotten about in the cabinets were opened. Some powdered milk boiled into soup. A dried out potato in the drainer was even brought back from the brink. The cooking almost covered the smell lingering from all the drains. But not quite. Boiled food and the sickening aroma of the red gunk mixed together into something even worse that made the bile rise in the back of Alec's throat.
The stink didn't seem to bother the Winchesters very much.
A short introduction had included the fake surname. At least Alec assumed it was fake. Both the names they'd given him sounded plucked right out from the credits of a corny Western movie. As Alec had already deduced the men weren't federal agents, but they'd identified themselves as something else. They'd called themselves 'hunters'.
Whatever the hell that meant.
“You sure you don't want in on any of this?” Dean held up an unidentifiable piece of glop on his fork. “It doesn't taste like much if that helps.”
Alec tried to turn his head away but instead of achieving bold defiance, he just managed to sag sideways into the sofa cushions. They had propped him up on the couch after a small conversation about keeping him in sight. He could at least now speak without drooling all over himself, but it was still a struggle to keep the muddle of his thoughts together. Alec fought a huge yawn that ran down his spine and left his eyelids drooping. Sleep never came that heavy or for that long and it left him in a weird haze of exhaustion that he couldn't shake loose.
And he had vague memories of bad dreams. The blistering heat of a fire. A woman with gold hair.
Taking deep breaths in an attempt to clear his head, he watched the men eat silently at either end of the tiny kitchen table. The man with his green eyes had also let slip that the two happened to be brothers. Alec didn't see a whole lot of resemblance between them besides a blatant deficiency in olfactory receptors. However, he himself came from a large extended family that spanned the spectrum from indistinguishable to alien. And if there was one thing he hated more than close family get-togethers, it was being ignored.
“W-What did you do to me? Is it a n-neurotoxin?” he stammered. “Air dispersion... in t-the ventilation system-- nnnngh!”
Dean momentarily left his food to prop up Alec again. Avoiding a slow death by asphyxiation via pillow was okay in the transgenic's book, but the hands on his body made him grit his teeth. Alec's jaw twitched as his head was neatly arranged back on the armrest and his arms folded back across his stomach. Dean included an infuriating pat on the cheek before returning to his meal.
“Why can't I move?” Alec demanded. “W-What did you do!”
Dean glanced up at his brother, but Sam kept quiet with his gaze down on his plate.
“Nothing much,” Dean poked at his stir fried mush. “Just a little magic.”
“Magic.” Alec ran through his mental index of street drugs and came up short. “What's that? Some kinda Benzo?”
“For starters we used some holy water, witch hazel and some ground up corpse,” he explained. “Don't worry, it was no one you knew.”
Alec blinked when the weird joke didn't include any kind of smile.
“Well, to give credit where credit is due, Sammy here has a little to do with it too--”
“Dean.” Sam's fork came down hard enough to chip the plate. “That's enough.”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” Dean got back to eating. “The following is the sound of me shutting up.”
It also appeared that these guys were out of their fucking minds.
“So... you lived here long, Alec?”
Dean's vow of silence hadn't lasted too long.
Alec ignored the question and looked over at the sudden ring of his cell phone. The thing had been going off all morning and the fact that his guests had been completely oblivious to it was driving him crazy. Their dismissal of its urgency pissed him off even more than strangers making themselves at home in his personal private territory. He let the comfort of impotent outrage soak in and take over. It beat being terrified any day of the week.
“It's uh, real nice and all but...” Dean gestured towards the sparse furniture and the dusty chandelier. “You been staying here alone?”
“For 297 days,” Alec wasn't sure why he told him. It might have been for the simple reason that no one had ever asked him before. “And 10 hours.”
“Wow,” Dean nodded appreciatively. “That's extremely... exact.”
“Thanks,” Alec forgot he couldn't shrug but tried anyway. “Water runs most of the time and the cops don't come down here much.”
He experienced a strange self consciousness when both men looked out the window at the brick wall view. The morning traffic was at its peak on the street below, the blare of horns and screech of tires loud even through the glass. Their collective appraisal of his living conditions made his anger boil up again. Didn't these idiots see how rest of the losers in this dump of a town were doing? This crappy apartment was a like luxury high rise.
“You ever want to get out of this city?” Dean asked. “You ever think about headin' east, maybe out towards--”
“I came from out east,” Alec said. “It's real pretty out there.”
Alec waited for a reaction and the grim silence told him everything he needed to know. Any doubt that these men might not have known about the laboratories out in the Wyoming wilderness vanished in an instant. By the look on Dean's face, Alec understood that the Winchesters were completely aware of what Manticore had accomplished within its hidden facilities. Not just the expensive walking and talking bioweapons that had escaped into the world, but the whole deal.
“I got a look at your tat while you were checked out,” Dean sighed. “You should try a little harder to keep that thing under wraps. Gonna get you in trouble.”
Alec felt his face flush and his bar code burn like brand on the back of his neck. He didn't often run into people that knew all his secrets.
Even fewer that took a nice long look at them.
“You've had a tough night,” Dean tipped a bowl to get the last of the broth. “And correct me if I'm wrong, but you didn't sleep too good either.”
The cell phone on the counter started to go off again. Alec groaned as the ring tone cheerfully went on and on. Only one person on the planet would keep hitting redial after the 100th time of no pick up. Alec's eyes blurred again in frustration.
“I'm gonna lose my job,” he realized miserably. “Normal's gonna rip up my sector pass and eat it.”
“You have a sector pass?” Sam was the one that spoke this time. “Those are hard to find.”
“Yeah,” Alec muttered. “No shit.”
He didn't like how Dean practically glowed at the sound of some good news. The expression reminded him a little too much of himself.
Or an uncle.
Alec slammed his head backwards into the armrest and growled. He didn't have any uncles. No aunts or cousins. Hell, he didn't even have any parents. His seething glare turned on Sam. If they were all one happy family then did what did that make the big guy? Two long lost relatives. More like two lunatics fresh off the funny farm and apparently holding enough intel on X5s to bag every single one hiding in the city if they wanted.
They'd called themselves hunters.
He gnawed at his lip as the term suddenly made a lot more sense. Fighting to keep his anger from cooling back into fear, Alec decided to make a move. It was a long shot but it was worth a try at keeping his DNA intact and his vital organs off the black market.
“I can get you money.”
They both looked up at him this time.
“I-I know a guy,” Alec got ready to recite a list of all of Logan's emergency contact numbers. “He's loaded, he can get you anything you want.”
“We don't want anything,” Sam said.
Alec had been hoping that the big guy would stay quiet. Dean made more sense to him because anyone who talked a lot was also willing to listen. If someone was listening then he had a chance. But not with Sam. Alec knew it with just by one look in his eyes. With another surge of flustered aggravation Alec startled himself by successfully constricting all his leg muscles at once. Trying it again, he convulsed hard enough to fall off the sofa and onto the floor.
Unfortunately, that was where the journey ended.
“By the way, dude...” Dean tossed his brother the last of the bread. “Ya know he's gonna have to go to the bathroom eventually right?”
“Doesn't look that dangerous.”
“Neither do we.”
“We got these for now,” Dean pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his belt. “It'll be fine.”
Alec stared at the shiny steel apprehensively.
“And?” Dean broke into another grin. “Junior here has got himself a sector pass.”
For the first time since they arrived, Alec saw Sam's real smile. The taller man pushed back his empty plate and picked up Alec's noisy cell phone.
“We changed our minds,” he held it up. “We do need something from Logan.”
Alec's hope flared and faded all in one moment. He had a feeling these guys weren't going to be real interested in cash and the only other thing for sale was information. Suddenly the thought of dragging anyone else into this situation didn't seem like such a great idea. Sam pressed the phone into his numb hand, a warm grip lingering tightly on Alec's wrist before pulling away.
“You have 30 seconds,” Sam told him.
The rush of sensation flooding back into Alec's limbs made him gasp in surprise. He was too stunned to react much more than with a gaping wide eyed look. He tested his fists and felt the blood flow hot to every deadened nerve.
“How d-did you do that? What did you--”
Alec fumbled with lethargic fingers on the keypad. It wasn't until the phone started ringing on the other end did it occur to him that he didn't know what he was going to say. But Sam spoke up to fix that problem.
“Tell him we'll be needing a car,” Sam said. “And plenty of fuel.”
Alec willed his mouth to move and hoped Logan was awake enough to catch it all.
“Hey buddy,” Alec did his best not to sound like he felt. “You got 20 seconds?”
It wasn't until a sleepy voice answered that Alec had realized he'd never given Sam the details of his contact. However, the man had called Logan by his name. There was a crackle on the line as Eye's Only security system spliced into the connection. No one dialed this code unless they were sinking fast and needed help. Alec looked up into Sam's eyes and felt a cold wash of unease.
He didn't know how the man knew exactly what Alec was thinking, but somehow the guy was reading him like a book.
“Let's not get 452 involved,” Sam warned gently. “Do you understand?”
Alec stopped staring long enough to hesitantly nod.
“Just concentrate on the car for now,” the man urged. “Trust me, Alec.”
Swallowing past the lump in his throat, the transgenic decided to do for now what he'd been trained for all his life.
He sucked it up and pretended to comply.
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