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.
Manticore had taught Alec more about common sense than he cared to admit.
There had been no weekend camping trips about self-empowerment or team building work shops, but X5-494 had learned early on what really kept a solider alive. What it always came down to in the end was the ability to keep from losing your mind to the fear. If he couldn’t get his shit together all by himself then his handlers made sure he was injected with enough chemical courage to keep him walking on broken legs.
Those were the good old days all right.
And right now the only thing keeping Alec from running in the opposite direction of the Space Needle was pure pride. There was no way he was going to punk out in front of these three particular men. Not yet anyway. Over the years Alec had also learned that a hasty last minute retreat was no reason for shame.
“Stay sharp,” Sam said from ahead. “We're close.”
Logan responded by picking up his limping pace from the rear. Alec wondered how that bullet wound in his shoulder was doing. A couple of pills from yesterday weren’t going to be doing much for the guy now. The fact that Logan hadn’t uttered one complaint about the pain made Alec get a firmer grip on his frayed nerves.
He readjusted his grip on his gun and realized his hands were shaking.
“Smell that?” Dean was right behind him at his shoulder. “The fun never stops in this town.”
Now that his uncle mentioned it, there was something odd wafting in on the sluggish breeze. Alec had been thinking about dying too much to notice the faint scent of sulfur in the air. But he also caught something else on the wind and that was the scent of human bodies. It got stronger and stronger until he almost choked on it. So many bodies that they mixed and mingled through his senses and began to swarm in his thoughts.
Alec rubbed at his forehead.
The garbled whispering seeping into his mind rose sharply enough to make his step falter. It was getting a little too loud in his head again. He shared a look with his father and knew Sam could hear the rumble of human static too.
“White’s people are nearby,” Sam murmured. “About a hundred yards ahead.”
“Right under the gate,” Dean said. “That’s inconvenient.”
“How many?” Logan asked.
“Not sure,” Sam shrugged. “A few thousand maybe.”
Logan blinked at him in disbelief. “I-I'm sorry, did you say thousand--"
"Yup," Dean sighed. "That's what he said."
"A few thousand,” Logan repeated. “And how do you suppose us four are going to get past that?”
Alec kept his own questions to himself when he saw his father exchange a grim look with Dean.
“They won’t bother us,” Sam answered. “Not yet anyway.”
Alec held his gun higher.
A few thousand people in one place were supposed to make some noise. Human beings walked, talked and created more racket than an average machine. But even as they turned down another cross street, Alec still couldn’t pick up a single thing but their own footsteps.
“So,” Dean’s shoulder knocked into his. “You into any bands?”
“Bands. Ya know, rock bands?”
Alec knew a distraction tactic when he saw one and he wasn’t really in the mood.
“Sure, I guess,” he mumbled. “Whatever they play in the elevator is fine with me.”
Dean made a small sound of disgust.
That damn howling started up again. The hollow cries rose through the empty streets and echoed through the buildings. X5-494 and been sent into a lot of hazardous situations but he hadn’t experienced terror very often. He’d been through plenty of other unpleasant forms of anxiety, but this was a whole new ball game. Alec had never had this cold streak of dread that was running down his spine and making it hard to put one foot in front of the other.
Dean’s hand was embarrassingly comforting when Alec paused to catch his breath against a brick wall. He wasn’t winded. It was all nerves and they were getting the better of him right when he could least afford it—
“So music,” Dean said. “Do you like anything not composed on a Casio keyboard?”
“Oh,” Alec quickly tried to recall some song he had committed to memory that hadn’t been required. “I guess I like it? I mean, I like some of the stuff I hear at Crash. That’s a club. Not that I like clubs but they have a bar and... and I like drinking?”
“Drinkin’ huh? Yeah, me too.” Dean grinned. “Hard to get decent beer these days.”
“Yeah, it sucks.”
“I ever tell you about my ride?”
An old car flashed over and over behind Alec’s eyes with a hundred different sunsets glinting off the black paint. His uncle had never told him a word about the Chevy, but his head was filled with memories of its rumbling engine and comfortable worn leather seats.
“When this is all over you’ll see her,” Dean told him. “Hell, when this is over she might be all yours.”
Alec allowed himself to be eased back into a slow walk behind the others. He took a deep breath and tried to forget that it wasn’t just Manticore’s enhancement drugs that had made him able to fight. He tried to remember that what was left over after all the chemicals was just what he’d been naturally born with. His mouth twitched in a smile.
The sound of multiple pistols being cocked brought him back to the business at hand. They’d finally turned onto Broad Street and the Needle was only half a block away. Between them and the tower were a shadowy mass of all those people Sam had mentioned. Concentrated in a perfect circle around the base, they all stood facing the structure with their backs to the outside.
A few thousand was a good estimate but Alec thought his father might have been a little on the low side. “We’re screwed,” he hissed. “Now what?”
“We keep walking,” Sam lead the way. “It’ll be okay.”
As they grew closer Alec realized that none of the bizarrely silent congregation were moving. Every single one of them stood as still and rigid as a statue. When Sam reached the outer dispersion of the crowd, he slowed the group further with the caution of stepping into a minefield.
“What’s wrong with them?” Alec looked into one blank face after another. “What are they doing?”
“They’re waiting,” Dean muttered. “So tune it down and keep movin’.”
“Waiting for what?”
The assembled crowd was made up of men and women, all oddly in the same range of height and size. For some reason that detail seemed stranger to Alec than the fact that they were all also dressed the same. Every last one of them was garbed in dark red robes like out of some horror movie.
“They’ve come here for the gate haven’t they?” Logan whispered behind him. “They came here to become vehicles for possession.”
“You mean they came here on their own?” Alec thought of Demon-Meg’s attempt to hijack his body. “Willingly?”
“Don’t touch any of them,” Sam warned. “You hear me, Alec?”
“You were right, Sammy,” Dean sighed. “This White guy is a major player. Looks like we got ourselves a cult and I’d guess they’re all a bunch of purebreds too.”
Alec backed stepped away from the closest robed figure. Each one had similar facial features to each other along with matching builds. Every one of them had the same lost look in their cloudy gray eyes. And not gray for much longer if they didn’t hurry up. This passive mob was going to get ugly real fast once the demons started putting up the no vacancy signs.
They all came to a sudden stop when Sam did.
Knowing his father was picking up a lot more then he could perceive, Alec watched for a cue on how to continue. His gaze wandered six hundred feet up to the top of the hell’s gate and the lock it had hidden in its saucer.
Max was somewhere up there too.
Alec swallowed and brought his focus back down to ground level. He’d get in and he’d get to the top. After that someone else would know what to do and then all this bullshit would be over and done with—
The concrete was sharp under his knees.
Alec stared down at his hands and tried to remember falling. Panic flared cold in his belly as he realized he couldn’t get back up. He couldn’t even make a sound. All he could feel was a sensation like boiling water being poured over his skin, hissing and spreading through him with the clamor of voices now overflowing in his head. Struggling to stay conscious, Alec was vaguely aware that Logan had collapsed on the ground next to him. Sam and Dean were down too. A foreign voice, Ames White’s voice, was seeping through with all the rest of the racket. The scorching heat of the agent’s fury coursed through Alec’s mind, obliterating every coherent thought like fire. But Alec could make out someone else’s call in the din too.
“Sam?” Alec felt the grit of the pavement biting into the palms of his hands. “I-I can’t move.”
Help me, Alec.
Alec wheezed out a laugh. “What? I-I don’t—“
Do it now or we all die.
“I can’t do anything,” he could barely breathe.
“I don’t know how,” he squeezed his eyes shut. “I-I’m sorry.”
The only thing Alec could feel was his own rage. It was thrumming through his veins and burning so hot that he thought his heart might burst. His blood was pounding behind his eyes with the cold slither of Ames White’s voice. With a snarl, he forced himself to his feet and got ready to scream as loud as he could to drown out the tumult clamoring in his brain.
He couldn’t see Sam but somehow he knew his father was smiling.
Everything suddenly went still.
A cool rush flowed over Alec’s skin and the agony began to recede. He gasped as he felt something swelling rapidly from inside his chest and grow outwards like a bubble. Stunned, he flexed the energy like an unknown muscle, stretching it further until it surrounded his entire body. With a strong exhale he pushed it in every direction he could think of. Backwards, forwards, up and down. He was doing it. He had no fucking idea how, but he was doing it. His senses traveled with the surface of the bubble, over Logan’s body beside him and even further until it gently bounced up against something else just like it. Alec looked up and saw an identical sphere expanding around his father and uncle. The two bubbles burst upon contact with one another and showered down a faint light like a mist of rain.
“What the hell was that?” Dean held his hands out as the luminescence sprinkled around them. “It felt like- it felt like something was turning my head inside out.”
“It was Ames White,” Sam breathlessly got to his feet. “Don’t worry, we won’t let him do it again.”
Alec realized he’d assisted his father deflect some kind of attack. One they couldn’t even see coming. Logan hadn’t risen from his knees, his breath coming short and shallow in his throat. Eyes Only wasn’t doing so hot. That whammy from White plus the shoulder injury was finally putting him out of commission.
A dull boom rocked the ground under their feet.
“Aw crap,” Dean growled. “Here it comes.”
The night abruptly lit up and Alec stumbled backwards, squinting at the sick brilliance lighting up the sky. It bloomed over the buildings like a sunrise, eating up the shadows and revealing everything under its hideous glare. Just as the light peaked to white it begin to rapidly dim until the stars were winking once again in the dark above.
All the people surrounding them had started a slow mindless shuffle towards the tower’s base. A chorus of howls began coming from their gaping mouths that Alec had previous assumed was coming from animals.
The hunters and Alec closed into a tight circle around Logan.
“It’s started,” Sam's voice broke. “They unlocked the gate.”
Alec looked frantically around. He couldn’t see the man but the bastard was here somewhere. He knew now that Ames White’s grand plan had never been in any danger of being stopped by a few hunters and one rogue transgenic. The agent had been waiting for them to show up. All this had been one big run-around so White could get off on having them front row at ground zero for the fireworks. But Alec didn't see hell's chariots being driven down the streets or flames bursting from the manholes. Besides from the herd of catatonic zombies it looked like the same old city he'd always known.
His eyes narrowed on the saucer above.
Ames White was up there with the lock and the key.
“We have to get out of here,” Dean had hauled Logan to his feet and was backing up. “Right the fuck now.”
“What about the city, Dean!” Sam closed their circle tighter as the mob thickened to crowd the gate. “What about—“
“I said no, Sammy! I listened to you and now you’re gonna listen to me. And I say we haul ass while there’s still a chance in hell of getting out of here alive!“
Alec turned back towards the tower.
Things weren’t finished here yet. There was still time left to do something besides sight-see. More importantly, there might be time to put a transgenic’s right hook through Ames White’s chest cavity and see if the man really had a heart in there somewhere.
“Get Logan out of here,” Alec’s thoughts flashed to Max and he clenched both fists. “Tell him I tried.” He was already shouldering his way through the lumbering masses and headed for the Needle’s entrance.
His father’s grasp, as strong as it was, wasn’t enough to restrain an X5. But Alec stopped in his tracks anyway.
“S-She’s my friend,” Alec clutched at the hands that were trying to pull him back. “Please… I-I have to go.”
Alec pleaded. With his mind, his eyes and touch. He used every sense he owned to beg Sam to understand. His father opened and shut his mouth twice before Dean finally pried his grip off of Alec’s arms.
“Okay, you win,” Dean dragged a hand roughly across his eyes. “We’ll follow you,” he promised. “Just… just get up there as fast as you can.”
Alec knew even his fastest might not be good enough to stop whatever was happening at the top of that tower. But he felt a selfish relief that he wasn’t going to be left alone no matter what. And considering Alec had never tried to close a hell’s gate before he figured now if ever was the time to ask for some sagely parental advice.
“What should I do?”
“Don’t get yourself killed,” Dean patted him hard on the chest. “Or I’ll kill you myself.”
Alec nodded once and got ready to run.
But Sam was still holding on tightly to his shoulder. “Take this.”
Alec took the colt revolver from his father and hefted its clunky weight. The last time he’d seen the weapon in action it hadn’t been much good against the bad guys, but a magic bullet sounded better than nothing at all. Alec flashed his family a smile that he hoped was reassuring and started to blur between the bodies jammed in his way. Closing one hand over the gun inside his jacket, he barely noticed the lobby streaking by with the desperate shrieks of the pressing horde.
By the time he hit the dank stairwell all his thoughts were on one thing and one thing only.
Ames White and exactly how the man was going to die.
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