Mink (minkmix) wrote,

SPN/DA Fic: Aftershock Three

Title: One, Two - Aftershock Three - Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen & Sixteen
Also: Minor Tremors parts One & Two
accompaniment(s) to: With a Bang
Author: Mink
Rating: SPN/DA Crossover - PG - Gen – AU in the year 2020
Spoilers: General (for all aired episodes)
Disclaimers: SPN & DA & characters are owned by their various creators.
Summary: Directly following: Aftershock One. After two worlds collide and all three explode, Dean drives north into no man's land and starts to notice that Alec isn't much like Sam anyone else he knows.

Dean thought he had it all figured out.

They were going to cruise through Canada and kill a few weeks before crossing back over the border into the States. He was going to divvy the driving between him and Sam until they both fell over or ran off the road. This ceaseless all-nighter crap might have been cute when they were younger but now it was just outright brutal.

“So then I said, what’s with the gun man?” Alec explained over his pancakes. “I’m just trying to get laid ya know?”

Sam was silent as he elbowed around in the cramped booth. Three to a table was a little crowded and from now on Dean decided he was going to give Sam his own side. He motioned to the waitress for more coffee with the sincere hope that the next pot was better than the dishwater he’d just finished drinking. The eggs weren’t too bad though.

“But he was all pissed off about his money,” Alec sighed. “So I did what I had to do.”

“Speaking of money,” Dean waved his fork at him. “If you need some just ask before you start shakin’ people down—“

“I can do it.”

“I know you can but we got plenty of credit cards. After 09’ fraud got even easier.”


Dean took a moment to reflect on his deceased plan to ride uneventfully through the countryside. As it turned out a few weeks of peaceful driving became a lot more complicated than going from point A to B and back to C again. He never really had an appreciation for Sam’s method of getting through life, but Dean hadn't realized how hassle free it was to live side by side with a man that possessed a conscience.

Alec had not inherited that particular attribute.

All within the first seven days on the road, Dean had bailed the kid out of three different backwater clinks, two drunken mobs and one pretty girl with a switchblade.

“Can I drive tonight?” Alec asked. “You look tired. You should really let me take over for while. Besides, I’m awesome at it.”

“As good as you are at boating?”

“That tug boat was a wreck,” his confidence only wavered for second. “That was totally different.”

“I bet,” Dean said. “Thanks but no thanks.”

It would be nice to take it easy for a while at the house in Blue Earth. Of course they hadn’t been that way for almost a year and Dean didn’t want to think much about what condition the joint might be in. But he was going to open all the windows and maybe even try to clean the place. Dean kept thinking about the extra bedroom that used to belong to Pastor Jim on the second floor. After they had moved in it had turned into a workplace for all their research. Dean liked it because the huge window framed the farmland that went for miles and miles behind the overgrown garden.

The kid deserved a nice view for a change.

“Come on, lemme drive?”

“Quit askin’.”

“You can’t even give me one good reason.”

“Shut it,” Dean made a fist. “Or I’ll give you five.”

It was little strange to consider that Alec might not like the old house they’d lived in for almost two decades. After the city it was going to be tough to get a handle on the quiet life. Not to mention getting used to living with a real live ghost. Dean wasn’t sure how to break that part of the new living arrangement to his nephew yet. But that also reminded him to dig out that ouija board that was somewhere in the trunk. He was going to have to drop the Pastor a line to let him know they were headed back that way sooner rather than later.

“Please?” Alec’s annoyance rapidly shifted into a plea. “Sitting around all day freakin’ sucks.”

Dean couldn’t argue with that.

“Anyway,” Alec gave up and went back to his story. “After I locked that guy in his refrigerator I found this giant closet with gro-lights and tons of marijuana plants—“

“I’ll be right back,” Sam stood up with the empty coffee pot. “I’m-I’m just gonna go fill it up myself.”

“Could you grab some salt while yer up there?” Alec requested. “These pancakes taste like shit.”

Sam nodded absently before he took off.

Dean narrowed his eyes thoughtfully at Alec. He hadn’t had much time between all the demon slaughter and sewer hikes but now that he had some time he could pay some real attention. And as far as he could discern there was definitely something different about the kid. Besides all that ‘raised in a lab’ business there was something fundamentally off-center. Dean was forced to think of a timing light on an engine. With each beat of the pistons the device monitored the pace that let all the working parts run in harmony and function. It also stuttered off key when something wasn’t quite going with the flow.

“I got it,” Dean pointed at Alec with a smile. “Yer timer is off.”


“By about 5 seconds,” Dean didn’t know if that increment was too slow or too fast but the thing was definitely askew. “Give or take.”

“That’s what Cindy says,” Alec was eating his pile of pancakes layer by layer. “She said I should watch more television.”

Dean begrudgingly agreed that it was as good a way as any to learn how to mimic semi-reasonable behavior.

“So then I found all this weed right?” the kid continued. “And I thought where can you unload a pound of mint at three in the morning and then I thought hey, that church on the corner said it was open 24-7—“

“Okay, okay,” Dean threw down his napkin. “Hold up a second.”

“B-But I’m getting to the good part.”

“What did I tell you yesterday?”

“Stop washing my hands so much?”

“After that.”

Alec’s distracted gaze flickered across the room to Sam.

“The less he knows, the happier we all are right?” Dean kept his voice down. “Deception and dishonesty are at the heart of every happy family.”

“You mean keeping secrets.”


The X5 stabbed at his last pancake and now just looked plain confused.

“Look Alec, all I’m sayin’ is tone it down a little...”


“Instead of ‘the drug dealer’, say ‘this guy I met’...”

“Got it.”

“And when you want to say ‘rob’, try saying ‘ran into’...”


Dean watched the kid finish his food and place the utensils at perfect right angles across the plate. It took him a moment to realize that it had suddenly gotten too quiet. He checked over his shoulder to see how much time they had left. “But Sam’s not here right now…”

Alec perked.

"So get back to the weed, junior.”

“Oh, this nun said she’d take it for about half what it was worth but I figured it was like giving to charity.”

Dean tried to hide his disappointment. For a guy who bought and sold his share of drugs the kid never seemed to keep any around.

“She even tossed in some holy water in the trade,” Alec said. “By the way, you should know that not everyone takes cash out here.”

“Thanks, I’ll try to remember that.”

“Remember what?” Sam asked.

Dean took the steaming pot gratefully out of his brother’s hands. “Alec was just telling me about the time he saved a small fluffy white dog.”

Sam looked pleasantly surprised.

The kid quickly assumed a different posture as he picked up the salt shaker and started to empty it onto his spoon. “Well, I was taking a walk with this uh… guy I met and we … ran into these gang bangers who’d fucked up his new Mercedes with a chainsaw—“

“You know what?” Dean forced a yawn and slid over the car keys. “I changed my mind.”

Alec was out the door before Dean could think about changing his mind one more time. Giving a look at his brother, he thought he’d maybe made the offer to the wrong guy.

“Cheer up, Sammy.”


“Because it’s great advice.”

Sipping hot coffee, he let Sam count out the dollar bills they owed for the place for food, fuel and loose ammo. Dean started yawning for real and began to think that letting someone else behind the wheel might not be such a bad idea after all.

At least there’d be no readjusting the seat.

go to part 4

Tags: aftershocks, dean pov, gen, spn/da crossover, with a bang
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