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.
They had spent all night scouring through the wreckage of tunnels that ran alongside the massive boiler room. Alec expected some emotional display of some kind when the flashlight found the woman named Missouri. But Sam stepped right over her broken body without so much as a commemorative sniffle.
Her silk scarf looked like a brilliant slash of blood across her chest, her eyes wide and seeing even though the warm light within had gone. After checking the pulse at her wrist, Sam simply moved on. Alec hadn't exactly been in love with the woman but he didn't really want to see her smeared like road kill under some dry wall either.
“Shouldn't you uh, I dunno, lament or something?”
“It's okay,” Sam mumbled. “Missouri's over 300 years old. She finds new bodies all the time.”
Sam noticed Alec's stare and attempted to reassure him.
“She'll be just fine. Besides, it's always a body no one wants.”
Alec thought of the fresh new stash of corpses that filled the abandoned building and said nothing more. There were a hundred more unexplored passages that went in every direction around them. Alec wasn't sure how they were going to do some serious tracking without some equipment but there didn't seem to be any other choice.
“Let's try down this way,” he pointed. “The water doesn't get real deep and I think it might have some access out towards the river.”
Sam silently pushed past him and continued the way he was going.
“You disagree. Okay, that's fine,” Alec let his frustration flare into tight fists at his sides. “We can go this way if you want but it's gonna drop a couple hundred feet into some water processors in about dozen yards--”
“How will your friend contact you about the car?”
Alec had to take a moment to shift gears. Logan would contact him the only way he could. By cell phone. And that cell phone was currently sitting all by its lonesome in the apartment where Alec had left it.
“He'll call me,” Alec jogged to keep up with the man's stride. “Maybe leave a message.”
“Let's go,” Sam was climbing a utility ladder that would bring them street level. “It's almost dawn.”
The search appeared to be over.
“How will the car help find Dean?”
Sam didn't answer as he was busy shouldering open the heavy manhole cover above him. Alec wiped his muddy hands on his crack-den covered clothing and wondered if anyone topside would even give him a second look. If they were headed back to his place anyway he could take a nice long shower while waiting for word on a vehicle and gasoline. Some cold water from the frosted tap would be better than spending one more second smelling like burnt dope mixed with sewage.
He took another look around the dim tunnel before grabbing a rung of the ladder and hauling himself up.
“So Dean is dead then huh?” Facts were facts and causalities were nothing new in Alec's life. But this one seemed different though. This one didn't seem finished yet. “He was right next to me, I don't know what happ--”
“He's not dead,” Sam said. “There are people... demons... who know who we are. Now they know who you are and they want to stop us.”
“Like hunters. Kinda like you?”
“No,” Sam gave him a small look. “Not like us.”
Sam slammed the metal cover back in place and glanced up and down the empty street where they'd surfaced. Dawn was turning the black sky to gray and the icy rain had eased off to a trickle. Quickly finding north, Sam started moving through a narrow alleyway and straight towards the sector where Alec lived. The transgenic had to hand it to the guy. After a busy night he still had a firm grasp on his sense of direction.
Speaking of long nights...
Alec tried to stifle the jumble of images and sounds that kept flashing nonsensically behind his eyes. Everyone and their dog could ask him all the questions they wanted, but for now he couldn't make heads or tails of any of it. The things Missouri and Sam had force fed into his brain just left him with a raging headache for now.
He'd worry about what it all meant later.
“So if he's not dead?” Alec didn't know how Sam's logic equaled to Dean being alive and breathing but he was willing to play along. “Where is he then?”
“Still in the city. They'll keep him until they decide to tell me what they want,” Sam laughed a little. “And then we'll see.”
“What's so funny?” Alec honestly wanted to know. “If there's a joke here I missed it.”
“We've been picking them off one by one for years,” Sam pushed aside a moldy baby stroller into a heap of bursting plastic garbage bags. “Dean always said their team was way overdue to score.”
He felt his eyebrows raise in consideration. For ordinary humans the Winchesters must be pretty hard to splat if they'd been doing guerrilla warfare with the likes of demons for an extended amount of time. But it it didn't make any sense. If these mortal hunters were such experts and stayed alive for this long how the hell did Dean get swiped so easily--
Alec abruptly stopped climbing between the overflowing dumpsters.
“It was because of me,” he said. “Dean was looking out for me and he got himself in trouble.”
“He's not dead,” Sam repeated. “Now come on.”
Shoving his hands in his pockets, Alec kept his head down and decided to keep his trap shut until he got home. He knew well enough what the likes of Manticore did with its prisoners. If these demons were made of the same stock he half hoped Sam was wrong.
“Is this really necessary, sir?”
Alec thought his days with the annoying handcuffs were over but apparently they weren't. As soon as they had made it to home sweet home it was time for lock down again. Sam had pulled out a couple more pairs of the things out of his coat like a lame magic trick.
“Sorry,” Sam leaned against the bathroom window like he was getting a view through the frosted glass. “Hope you don't mind the company.”
Alec could have told Sam a lot about growing up in Manticore. Frequently there wasn't a single moment where his every action wasn't recorded under a live video feed from six different angles. Having just one armed guard present while taking a leak was the height of personal privacy.
“It's no problem,” Alec reassured him. “Sir.”
“Please stop calling me 'sir'.”
“Sir is a term that denotes respect and--”
“Yeah, I know all about it.”
“Well,” Alec kicked the handle to flush the toilet. “What am I supposed to call you then?”
“What's wrong with Sam?”
“Sam is fine with me,” Alec shrugged. “I think... I wasn't sure what uh, you know--”
“I understand that Dean and I mean nothing to you no matter how closely we happen to be related. For now I'd just like it if... if we could try to just be friends okay?”
Alec rattled the friendly length of chain that connected his wrists together. The restraints gave plenty of leeway to accomplish every day life tasks but it was just enough that it didn't make much sense. Alec could do a lot more damage with a sturdy foot of chain than with his bare hands.
“Hey man, that sounds great to me,” Alec muttered. "I love making new friends."
The Winchesters seemed to know a lot about X5s but in Alec's opinion they were getting a little too much at ease around transgenics. Alec flexed his fists and decided to pursue an uncomfortable subject that would distract the man. The bettering of the odds had eluded him the night before but he was feeling a lot better today. His jaw clenched as he hid the urge to grind his teeth. As much as he wanted to help out his new little family Alec liked to keep his own bases covered.
Or at least have some control over matters regarding his own life.
“I thought it might be kinda weird ya know. Callin' you dad," Alec moved back into the living room. “I mean yer not that old or anything. Hell, you must have been a kid yourself when I came along-- yeah wait, was I planned? You know a mistake of passion? A happy accident?”
Sam's face flushed red as he tried to look interested in the uneven planks of the floor.
“I knew it!" Alec brightened despite himself. “I always wanted to be a mistake.”
Sam looked at him sideways.
“Being a fancy blueprint for death and destruction doesn't have all the perks one would imagine,” Alec mumbled. “Being born for no good reason is the best news I've heard in my whole life.”
Sam took a seat and drove Alec a little more nuts by not saying anything else further about it. Alec's anger was coming along nicely and far as he could tell his fear was taking the back seat for now. He liked it when his vision started to tinge a little red around the edges. It meant he was going to lose control.
“Do you really know what I am?” Alec prodded. “All the really good stuff?”
“I've done my research,” Sam put his feet up on the table. “After the Pulse a lot of records came out of the woodwork. It's how I found out you were still alive.”
Alec could see Sam was holding back. Ever since the moment they'd met all the man did was avoid Alec in every way he could. Truth be told, Alec wanted to do some avoiding himself. The pain in Sam's eyes every time he attempted to acknowledge his grown child wasn't getting easier to watch. But Alec didn't really feel much like letting the poor guy off the hook. Just because Sam wasn't in the mood for chatting didn't mean there weren't things to discuss.
Like Alec's former life as a trained assassin.
“Did any of those files tell you what I used to do for a living?”
Sam's careful look faltered slightly.
“It's not your fault, Alec,” he said softly. “None of it.”
Alec decided to do something just to get that damn look off Sam's face. That worried caring look that held nothing but concern. Did this guy know who he was carrying around all this compassion for? Trudging through this shit hole of a city just to find Alec? Losing his brother to fuck knew what? Alec didn't even feel the weight of the sofa as he flipped it cleanly from the floor and sent it crashing into the gigantic plasma television.
Sam looked stunned and that made Alec happy.
It was just a small piece of the violence he was capable of. It felt good to bring it out in the open like a dirty secret. Sam slowly got to his feet and spread his arms out wide in a gesture of compliance. Alec growled at the exasperating calm that had settled back in place.
“I told you Alec, I understand what they did to you. I know what they've made you do and it's not your--”
“I get a little cranky when people think they know me,” Alec got ready to do some more damage. “And you don't know anything about--ah!”
Alec blinked in confusion when everything suddenly stopped.
One moment he was going to show Sam how the stereo system could fit out the window, and then the next moment he wasn't doing anything at all. In fact, he was pressed up against the wall so hard that the plaster was creaking into hairline fractures from the impact of his body. He struggled to break loose and realized Sam had come to stand directly in front of him.
Some kind of energy was radiating off the man like the shimmer of a mirage.
“..I knew it... you're from psy-ops...” Alec stammered. “...you ..you gotta be one of those units from the paranormal department--”
“Manticore didn't make me,” Sam's hands slipped over Alec's shoulders and the pressure slowly ceased. “That place was built to make other people like me.”
Alec slumped down to the floor as the last of the invisible energy dissipated.
His rage draining away, he sat and looked at the chain hanging between his hands. He wasn't sure which option was more despicable. The purity of science crafting him into what he was or evil incarnate doing the same. And for some reason Sam was trying not to smile. It was a little on the unhinged side but Alec himself had been known to burst into a few bouts of hysterical mirth on occasion. At the sight of his shattered television and the large dent in the wall he felt an unwanted grin coming on too.
Alec tried to stow it and failed miserably.
“What's so funny now?”
“Come on, Sam,” Alec dragged himself up onto his feet. “If there's ever a time to be keeping funny shit to yourself, now is not it.”
“You remind me of, well...”
“Your brother?” Alec guessed. “Yeah, I remind me of him too. Hey, are you sure your brother wasn't getting busy with your-- okay, okay, I take it back. I'm sorry! It was just an idea that I thought you should consider. I apologize. Just relax over there in that chair far away and uh, forget I ever mentioned it--”
“When you get angry like that,” Sam rubbed at the space between his eyes. “You look like Jess.”
Alec felt heavy again, the fierce energy in his muscles vanishing with what was left of his anger.
“Is there anything on me that looks like you?”
Sam glanced over at the rest of the immaculately clean apartment. Alec's burst of rage hadn't touched the stacks of the Greek classics tightly packed on every available bookshelf and neat filing system for a few hundred other paperbacks. The transgenic shifted uneasily when Sam took a look at the neatly made bed and all the ironed laundry hanging in the arranged closet.
“Actually,” Sam assured him. “I think you got more than enough.”
The cell phone on the table began to ring.
Logan always did have a great sense of timing. Alec exchanged a look with Sam to make sure it was permissible to go answering his own phone. Clicking it open, Alec expected a voice on the other end, but instead he got a buzz of an old modem. To his surprise, a file started to download a small section of the city map across the phone's display. Alec studied the message for the code marks Eyes Only usually included in his transmissions but strangely found none.
"What's the problem?" Sam asked.
"It's not Logan," Alec held up the phone. "It's someone else."
"Hang up," Sam ordered. "I don't wanna miss that call."
"You don't wanna miss this one either."
"It's from Dean."
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