Mink (minkmix) wrote,

SPN/DA Fic: Aftershock Five

Title: One, Two, Three, Four - Aftershock 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: Alec POV. Alec vs. The small and kid-friendly town of Blue Earth.

The only reason Alec knew anyone had visited his new room was because the burnt out light bulb had been replaced.

He hadn’t noticed how dark it was up in that attic until he could light it up. Yanking the string on the switch a few times he decided to leave it off. With his eyesight it was a waste of perfectly good electricity. For some reason all the green around had made him start considering the possible usefulness of conservation. He was going to have look for some more blankets though. That freaking ghost never took a coffee break.

The television downstairs worked but it wasn’t hooked up to anything.

And even if Alec could move as silently as the resident phantom, he wasn’t as easily amused. There was no satellite dish on the roof. Not even an antenna. Alec assumed there were no snazzy optical cables in the walls but he unscrewed a few air vents to look anyway. After he picked up the corded phone and it only connected to an elderly and easily confused switchboard operator, he had to take a few moments before he knew he wasn’t going to cry.

He was alone too.

All the sleep his family had been missing out on must have caught up because they vanished to their respective rooms and crashed hard. They didn’t close their doors either which Alec found a little strange. He also kind of liked it that way. Alec could be pretty quiet but it was easier to check in every now and then without having to try to deal with creaky hinges.

The first few hours weren’t so bad because he discovered the load of bizarre crap that was stashed all over the house. Statues. Bottles. Not to mention weapons. Name it and it was rusting in a cardboard box. But once he’d had his fill of dusty police records and jammed pistols he started wandering outside.

There were no raccoons in the church but there were plenty of mice.

When noon rolled around he really did try to mow the lawn. Unfortunately, the garden was more like a start of a small forest and difficult to level with a pair of trimming shears. But he demolished about half of it anyway. When everyone was still in bed at sunset Alec tossed caution to the wind and snatched the car keys off the kitchen table. Rolling the Impala down the dirt road, he pushed it for a quarter mile before turning over the engine.

All those years in special ops were good for something after all.

It felt nice to drive even if he knew exactly where he was headed. The ‘town’ was a grocery store, a closed gas station and a flower shop that sold only funeral arrangements and bridal bouquets. Alec didn’t need any daises and the tank was half full. He pushed open the door of the food place and immediately noticed that it didn’t smell like cat piss or pot smoke...

“Is the Pastor back from Ecuador?”

Alec blinked at the matronly lady smiling anxiously at him from behind the counter. He had no idea how the woman had connected him to Sam until he happened to glance back at the Chevy parked on the street.

“Everyone saw his car come through from the highway yesterday,” she patted her pinned up hair. “We’re all real glad he’s back from the Mission!”


“Missionary work is very important.”

“In Ecuador!” Alec pointed at her.

“A-Are you Pastor Samuel’s friend?”

“Yeah. That’s me I guess. Kind of.”

“Oh! A relation perhaps?”

“Yup,” It felt strangely right to say it out loud for the first time to a random grocery lady. “He’s my dad.”

Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth a few times before she could speak again. But instead of giving him some gracious smile of joy the lady’s mouth had turned down in a frown.

"You okay?" he asked.

“Well- well we all here in town were always under the impression that Pastor Samuel and his... brother... were very happy together?” she sounded truly dismayed by the chance that they might not be. “I had no idea the Pastor had a family elsewhere and well, my goodness!”

Alec had to take a second to figure out why she was so upset.


“No, no, no,” he assured her. “He and his uh, brother, are great. They’re celebrating their anniversary in June. Big party. The whole town’s invited.”

Her troubled gaze eased into tentative relief. Alec hadn't really taken in account the genius of his family’s cover. A soft spoken priest and his ‘brother’ seemed to be no problem at all with the community at large. In fact, with Alec now on the roster it might scandalously disrupt the cozy sham they were currently laying on the kindly citizens of Blue Earth.

“They keep the church so clean!” she beamed. “And they water all the flowers!”

Alec sighed in annoyance. He never quite liked all the societal passes the happily married always got. “Hey lady, does this town have a pool table? Maybe a dartboard somewhere where I can get a few beers?”

“They serve wine at that fancy restaurant off Route 12?”


Alec gathered up the box of stuff he’d put on the counter and got ready to pay out the ass for what he could have just stolen if he’d waited a few more hours.

“Oh, don’t be silly,” she pushed the groceries his way. “The Pastor just settles at the end of the month.”

Free stuff for the clergy. Sweet. Alec was warming to the whole impersonating a holy man thing.

“So,” she cleared her throat. “When was that party exactly?”


“The Pastor’s party?” she asked expectantly. “Did you say June? I’ll have to start special orders real early if the whole town is going to be there!”

“Oh yeah,” Alec bit at his lip but for some reason he couldn’t stop talking. “The first Saturday. Tell all your friends.”

“Wait! I never got your name—“

Alec bumped into the pull not push door and almost broke it down. He wanted to start swearing when he got to the safety of the sidewalk but he stopped himself. Looking suspiciously up and down the deserted street, he calculated that it might have better 24-hour surveillance than a national bank.

Tossing the food into the passenger seat he wondered how far away Route 12 was. He definitely needed to kill a few more hours before going home.

Maybe even a few days.

go to part 6

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