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.
Once they were outside Alec thought he was home free.
There weren't many people out on the sidewalks. A frigid rain made all the neon street signs brighter and the smell of all the engine exhaust thicker. The corner that the fruit sellers shared with the drug dealers was even deserted.
“How about some hot chocolate?” Alec twisted his cuffed wrists concealed under the wad of his coat. “I could use a little pick me up.”
Not shockingly, his armed guards ignored the request.
The power outages had hit everywhere and screwed up all the traffic lights. There might not have been many pedestrians but the cars were jammed bumper to bumper down every city block with horns blaring. Speaking of cars, Logan had informed him that theirs would be ready tomorrow morning. Eyes Only had been a little baffled by an emergency trip to Vancouver but pinged back a text message saying it would all be taken care of. Unfortunately for Alec, Logan was good at not asking a ton of questions.
“I once met a stripper named Hot Chocolate,” Dean told him. “It turned out she was a dude, though.”
As Alec debated on whether or not he should respond to that with a uncannily similar story of his own, they were interrupted by a bus rumbling to a stop at the curb. Before they could get out of the way, its disembarking passengers poured into their path.
Alec watched the Winchesters start to pick up the scattered shopping bags of a harried old lady.
Dean noticed him stepping backwards and tugged the transgenic back to his side.
“Just so you know,” he yanked on the hidden cuffs. “I got a few more pairs of these if we really gotta go there.”
When they started walking again Alec decided he had to wait for exactly the right moment to make a break for it. He wasn't afraid of a fight but he definitely had a healthy dislike for bullets. These men hadn't been discreet about the weapons they kept tucked inside their jackets. At least both of them had lost the cheap suits and had put on some real clothes. Alec privately thought scuffed leather and threadbare denim looked right on Dean, his boots broken in like his smile. Besides a hooded corduroy coat, his brother dressed the same. Alec tried to walk faster, but being wedged between the two men kept him at a pace he was having an odd difficultly keeping up with.
“Take a left up here, Sam.”
“It's a right.”
“The map said--”
“The map said Yesler and that isn't it.”
“Fine,” Dean grumbled. “When we get lost you can ask one of them trigger happy hover drones for directions.”
Alec was having trouble catching his breath.
He didn't want to admit it, but he still felt washed out. Not just tired, but completely exhausted. It was an effort just to keep one foot in front of another and not fall over. Alec let his next yawn come out as he glanced up at a familiar street sign. It was a good thing his escorts were packing plenty of heat. This neighborhood was so crappy the fire department wouldn't even venture down these blocks.
“You sure you wanna do this?” Alec felt like scaring someone else for a change. “The only thing you'll get out here is a raging case of herpes--”
“It's just a little further,” Sam told him without looking at him.
Alec had begun to notice the man named Sam Winchester doing a lot of that. That not looking at him thing. There was also no touching him unless Sam expressly was required to. Whenever possible all talking fell to Dean too. At first Alec had assumed the tall and quiet man didn't want to bother conversing with tainted goods. What kind of hunter wanted to chat with the second-hand merchandise anyway? However, despite Alec's efforts to remain professional about his hostage situation, he was starting to take the cold shoulder bullshit personally.
“This is a pretty nasty town, Sam.” Alec tried. “Even for a stone cold gangsta like you.”
A heroin withered prostitute momentarily stepped into their path and tried to advertise by giving Sam a free grope. The sight of his disgusted reaction gave Alec another idea.
“Aw come on, pal. If yer not in the mood for the cheap stuff we can go dockside and for the little imports they ship in from Thailand.”
He expected a gun to slide under his chin or that large fist to make contact with his face. But Sam just kept walking.
It turned out there was a reprimand after all for suggesting the kiddie porn, but just not from where he'd expected. Alec tried to dodge the stinging smack across the back of the head, but Dean was too quick. Expecting worse, Alec anticipated the next blow to be accompanied by the heavy handle of a pistol. In his haste to remove himself out of range, he stumbled forward on the cracked pavement.
“Settle down,” Dean caught him under the elbow before he fell. “Less lip and more walk.”
“That didn't even hurt,” The swipe at his head hadn't actually hurt at all and Alec was very confused as to why. “Not even a little.”
“I got steel toe boots on,” Dean gladly informed him. “Next time it'll be your ass.”
Alec started to retort but another wave of dizziness struck him. God, he was so tired. He could barely even see.
“Do you really know what I am?” His vision sickeningly whitened and took a full second before it cleared again. “Y-You don't scare me.”
They were too busy thwarting off more discount hookers to answer that one. But Alec dazedly acknowledged that the street was getting nicer than it used to be. A couple of the ladies were even accepting major credit cards. After some unspoken exchange with his brother, Sam broke off from them and vanished into the thin crowd. With the odds suddenly cut in half, Alec should have felt happy but instead he suddenly felt worse. His exhaustion shifted into something closer to pain. Another large chunk of his energy slipped away like Sam had been standing there holding it together.
“Wh-where's he going?” Alec felt his chest tighten.
“Not far,” Dean chuckled. “It's easier to move without, well... you.”
If Alec would have kicked in the smile on Dean's face he could have.
Clothes sopping wet with the rain, he followed as they weaved through the deadlocked traffic. Alec wished he hadn't refused breakfast because now he was so hungry he wanted to throw up. A loud horn went off right behind them and he almost jumped out of his own skin.
All he wanted to do was lay down and go to sleep again.
“I'm not who you're looking for. I-I'm not who you think I am...” Alec fought the childish urge to stubbornly take a seat so the whole entire world would just grind to a halt. He heard himself start to babble and didn't care how crazy he sounded. “You think you know me but you don't know anything. I'm not normal. I'm not like you.”
Dean nodded patiently as he moved them through another intersection.
“I'm gonna kill you.” Alec's panicked threat sounded pathetic but it was all he had. “You and your brother are gonna end up dead and its gonna be because of me--”
His lungs emptied when his back was slammed into a wall. Alec gasped for air, disoriented from the surprise move that had come out of no where. Dean was strong for an Ordinary and all that muscle came from a lifetime of fighting dirty. The man lowered his voice to something that resembled calm and reasonable.
“What do you wanna hear?” Dean tightened the fist wadded up in Alec's collar. “That I think yer some kind of unstoppable death machine, right?”
Alec dully realized that the man wasn't angry. He looked sad again. Like when his brother had cried.
“Wish I could tell you that your tale of woe was original kid,” Dean murmured. “But I've heard this song and dance before and it's a bunch of crap.”
Violence should have come next, but the hands holding him didn't move to strike.
“I'm not letting you run,” Dean eased him down gently from against the wet brick. “Not after all it took to track you down.”
Alec sagged in Dean's grip.
“You gotta listen to Sammy and me for now, okay? It's for your own good.”
For not being a real uncle the guy sure had the sound of a parental figure down. Alec dragged his sleeves over his running nose and stepped away. Dean meant what he was saying. He also finally had his guard down. Tensing heavy limbs, Alec decided it was now or never if he wanted to ditch this party. It didn't matter if he didn't make it far before he got shot in the back. He could run faster than any human being and disappear before he went down for good anyway. But his body wouldn't listen to his commands, every muscle was slack and almost useless.
“Do you believe me, Alec?”
The transgenic looked into the familiar green eyes and begrudgingly recognized the truth when he saw it.
“Do you?” Dean insisted. “Just a little?”
“No,” Alec lied.
He felt a brand new kind of tired all of a sudden. He knew it was his head telling him to wait it out for now. These people would have killed him if that was what they wanted. Alec hated it but everything they said felt like honesty. But it didn't mean what they were after was for any good. And Alec sure as hell wasn't going to make their task any easier with something helpful like cooperation.
What ever concession the transgenic decided to make must have shown up on his face because Dean reacted accordingly.
“Thatta boy,” Dean clapped him hard on the shoulder. "We friends?”
“Screw you.” Alec used his bound hands to wipe the rain out of his eyes. “Because this is what I do with my friends all the time. I break into their apartments looking for dead cats and then I drug 'em up and then you know what I do? Then I get out my handcuffs and drag them through china town--”
“Hey, are we at 10th and King?”
“Uh,” Alec referenced his memory of all unmarked street grids. “Yeah.”
“Then we're there.”
The Chinese restaurant with the chipped painted dragon facade was kind of infamous in the area. Not for having some killer chow mien but for having been long ago converted by the locals into a busy crack house.
“You were looking for this?” Alec was doubtful. “If you want drugs I know way better places to score.”
Dean shouldered open one of the doors and eased out his pistol.
Stepping thankfully out of the rain, Alec moved in behind him and watched Dean quickly clear the room with an out-of-date military maneuver. If Alec really wanted to he could have told the guy to relax. As far as his extensive senses could discern, they were all alone on this floor. Although Alec noticed his strained eyes took longer than usual to adjust to the dark, his power of smell seemed to be working just fine. The placed reeked of piss, garbage and sewage drain off. Everything a crack den should be and more. Chinese New Year decorations glinted gold and red over dusty counters of the former eatery, but everything else on the gutted first floor was gone. Alec knew that didn't mean the entire place was empty. All the coolest of the cool junkie cults kept all the fun stuff stashed in the basement.
“Dean!” It was his brother's urgent voice. “Over here.”
When Sam materialized out of the gloom Alec felt a strange sensation claw at the pit of his stomach.
It was as subtle as a slap in the face and just as pleasant, but he immediately felt the edge of his fatigue begin to recede. Alec knew of some biotechnology that worked with proximity of the target to carrier, but nothing like this. There was no denying that the closer Sam got to him, the better he felt. Stronger too. Staring down at his shaking hands in disbelief, Alec stood there for a moment before he realized he was being left behind. He hurried after them, rounding a corner and finding a stairwell that spiraled down into the black basement below. Both men clicked on flashlights and pointed the beams onto the messy spray painted walls.
“She's got to be down there,” Sam was already moving down the steps two at a time. “I can feel it.”
Alec was about to ask what he meant by that when he got a sharp poke between the shoulder blades. Reluctantly following Sam down the stairs, Alec figured that it must mean Dean was taking up the rear. More military training.
“She's so close,” Sam muttered in distraction.
“Never heard anybody so psyched to find a crack head,” The transgenic stepped on a glass pipe and neatly snapped its stem. “And who's she anyways?”
“She's no user,” Dean laughed a little. “This lady is a major dealer.”
“Whatever,” Alec wasn't about to be impressed by anybody who'd set up shop in a rat trap like this one. “I've met plenty of dealers.”
Dean stuck the flashlight under his chin and changed a grin into something ghastly.
“Not like Missouri you haven't.”
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