Mink (minkmix) wrote,

SPN/DA Fic: Aftershock Six

Title: One, Two, Three, Four, Five - Aftershock 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. Dean helps Alec kill some time.

Alec got the cable working.

It hadn’t been easy or pretty but he’d done it. He sure hoped no one was going to go looking for that laptop anytime soon. Or the cell phones. Not to mention all the tin foil. Flopping around on the couch, Alec began the arduous task of cycling back through the 548,102 available channels.

It figured there wasn’t a single thing on worth watching.

With a yawn he considered how to spend the remainder of the day. His choices were limited. It was time to eat another box of instant Jell-O or force himself down into a daze that passed for sleep until it was time to go to bed. Pausing on a spastic Chinese cooking show, Alec caught the studio backdrop with a glittering faux city skyline. With a groan, he rubbed hard at his eyes and quickly flipped the station. It was time to think about something else besides his latitude and longitude.

Like take-out.

There used to be a noodle stand near Jam Pony that sold soggy dim sum and cheap rice wine. Closing his eyes with a smile, Alec pictured the slant of its flickering neon sign. The chick that owned the place always wore a really short dress. Rain or shine, that pink silk ended high on the thigh and low on the—


Alec almost fell off the sofa.

“Nice,” Dean finished off an apple as he checked out the tangle of circuit boards. “This thing pick up ESPN?”

There hadn’t been any warning creak on the floorboards and with his uncle’s boots that was quite an accomplishment. Despite the smile on Dean’s face, Alec wasn’t buying the happy mood. Sinking back uncertainly into the nest of quilts and pillows, he wondered if the act of living in the actual ‘living room’ might be frowned upon.

“Well, I hope you enjoyed your vacation,” Dean chucked the apple core into the fireplace. “’Cause it’s over.”

“Say what?”

“Time to get up.”

“I’m kind of in the middle of something,” Alec rolled over. “I’ll wash those Jell-O molds later.”

“You sure?”

“I am.”

“All righty.”

Alec suddenly detected the beautiful jangling music of car keys. “I'm up,” he struggled out of the heap of blankets. “Lemme just put on some pants... hey wait!”

Dean was already headed out the front door.

Staggering into his jeans, Alec grabbed his boots and skipped the laces when he heard the engine start without him. His ass had barely made contact with the passenger seat before Dean stomped the gas and the back tires sprayed gravel. After a bottoming out in a few potholes Alec recalled the tender paranoid care he’d given the machine the last time he’d been in it.

“Hey, Dean?”


“If we’re going to the grocery store just tell me now so I can kill myself.”

“We’re going to Tennessee.”

“The state?”


A brown paper bag landed in Alec’s hands. “Argh,” he winced when the smell hit. “W-What’s is this?”

“A cat head.”

Alec fought back a dry heave.

“I found him out on the freeway,” Dean reconsidered the bag. “...or her.”

Alec fumbled with the stupid manually operated window.

“What are you doin’!” Dean jerked the wheel trying to stop him. “Those suckers don’t grow on trees!”

“Look, I know you’re all pissed off about that party thing but this is excessive—“

“It’s not about that you idiot, it’s for a job.”

“Job?” Alec raised his eyebrows at the wrapped road kill. “Like a hunting job?”

“Yeah, and if yer gonna get all choked up about a kitty cat we can turn around right now.”

“I’m not!” Alec hesitantly opened the sack to take a look. It was one dead piece of feline all right. “Y-You just surprised me that’s all.”

“There’s gonna be bigger surprises than that,” Dean sounded appropriately grim. “You have to be ready for it.”

Alec wasn’t sure how you primed yourself for a surprise, but all this talk about preparedness was bringing him back to the good old days.

“You have to be alert, Alec.”


“Have to stay sharp.”

“Like a tack.”

“We can go back if you want,” Dean offered. “You can help Sammy put bibles in the pews. I think I heard there was a bake sale coming up—“

“Why isn’t Sam coming?” Alec didn’t want to admit that he was already missing the calm his father brought to things. “Isn’t this a group activity?”

“He’s busy on weekends.”

Oh yeah, tomorrow was Sunday. Alec tried to settle back in his seat and watch out for any new road signs they passed. But he couldn’t concentrate on anything but the rancid stink wafting from the bag. This hunting stuff could be like combat duty in a way. Just with enemies Alec didn’t understand yet. Enemies he also couldn’t see or hear. Not to mention a requirement for severed animal heads. He watched the green fields zip past his window and knew they were headed towards the highway.

“Okay, let’s go hunting.”

His uncle glanced at him sideways. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “I guess so.”

“You never know,” Dean shrugged. “You might even have a good time.”

“You’re right,” Alec shook the stained bag. “Can’t hardly wait.”

“I haven’t even showed you all the fun stuff in the trunk yet.”

“I hope it includes an extra pair of shorts.”

“Do me a favor and stick that guy in the cooler. We got a while to go and the a/c is busted.”

Alec felt a rise of genuine excitement when the glimmer of passing semi-trucks appeared on the horizon. The sight of traffic had never looked so awesome.

“I hope you don’t mind a small detour while were out here,” Dean readjusted his grip on the wheel. “I was thinkin’ about heading over to Hay Springs for a night.”

“Why?” Alec asked cautiously. “What’s there?”

“Live female entertainment,” Dean nodded. “I think they even have cable.”

This job didn’t sound so bad.

Not bad at all.

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