Mink (minkmix) wrote,

SPN/DA Fic: Aftershock Ten

Title: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine - Aftershock 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: Dean POV. It's always a proud moment when the student surpasses the teacher.

Dean wasn’t sure if he was still being dosed with sedatives, but he couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten this much awesome sleep.

Even though he was now restricted to eating and drinking sealed items he was having a pretty a good week all round. After relocating all of Alec’s crap back up on the third floor an uneasy truce had been declared amongst all parties involved. The kid still didn’t have a door to close but he seemed appeased by getting his attic and underwear back under his own jurisdiction.

“Hey Dean! You around?”

He wasn’t sure why Alec always walked into the auto-shop with the same question. The place wasn’t that big and there weren’t many places to hide.


“Yeah, I’m back here.”

With both retractable garage doors open, the cold side of April was blowing in nicely with the rain. The weather had turned every road off the town’s main drive into a swamp of potholes and sent three vehicles Dean’s way with busted suspensions. On top of that he had a lukewarm beer, the scratch of Jimmy Page’s guitar on the radio and dinner waiting in the microwave. It was almost a perfect day.

Alec made a face. “It smells like polyalkylene glycol in here.”

“Spilled some hydraulics.”


“On the floor.”

Instead of heading for the small fridge that stored the brew, Alec did what he always did first upon arrival. He went to the back bathroom and spent a suspicious amount of time washing his hands. But Dean knew what the kid was really doing in there for five minutes. And truth be told, he liked the spit and polish Alec could give the old porcelain with nothing but a toilet brush.

“What are you doing?” Alec reappeared in record time. “Are you almost done?”

“This one came in with bad springs.”

“This model's shock absorbers are only accessible from the bottom.”

“Thanks for the tip,” Wiping a rag over the transmission, Dean uncovered more of the carburetor. “Where you been all day?”

“On a date.”

“You date?”

“I do now.”

Alec finally headed for the fridge. He opened and closed it a few times before digging out a beer and cracking it open with his teeth.

“No dice, huh?” Dean hazarded a guess.

“I thought church girls were supposed to be sluts.”

Dean felt his pain. Small towns sure knew how to grow them virtuous.

“I’ve taken this grocery chick out five times and all I’ve gotten is a tour of the storeroom.”

“Hey, they get any more cornflakes in yet?”

“I don’t get it,” Alec pulled up a chair and gulped his beer. “I thought this whole ‘Pastor’s Son’ spiel was really going to work out for me.”

Dean had to admit it was a pretty good hook. For some reason the ladies got worked up around all the low lights and talk about resurrection. His own association with the cloth had done him a lot of good too. Dean’s hook was slightly different but it made the local female population just as curious.

“Grab me a 12mm socket wrench would ya?”

The kid rattled through the toolboxes and gave him one.

“I said the 12.”

“But that won’t rip the manifolds out.”

“I’m not ripping anything out,” Dean said. “I’m fixing it.”

The correct wrench was found and reluctantly handed over.

“So?” Dean asked. “When’s the next... date?”

“Friday. She wants to watch a movie.”

Despite the threat to the free beef jerky he'd been enjoying at the grocery store, Dean was impressed. Everything around with the XY chromosome had been trying to climb on top of that particular girl ever since she came back taller from a summer in college. Not that Dean had really given it his best shot but hanging out with anyone with a birthday after the year 2000 felt a lot like babysitting.

“And all the walks,” Alec said. “She really likes taking long walks.”

“Walks are nice.”

“Walks are for people who don’t have cars.”

Dean couldn’t argue with that one.

“There’s no one else viable in this whole entire town,” Alec sighed. “I’ve been hitting mass every weekend and I’m tellin’ you, this place is dry.”

“Did you notice the woman who always gets there early and sits in the first row?” Dean cleaned off the wrench and put it back in its spot. “Real big hair, lots of blue eye makeup and the white lace gloves?”

“What about her?”

“She’s been trying to tap Sam’s tabernacle for about ten years.”


“Look, yer missing the point here.”


“What I’m tryin’ to tell you is that she’s got three cousins and they aren’t the bible type either.”

Alec brightened.

“And that’s not even the best part,” Dean said. “They’re all named after southern towns.”

Alec’s interest dulled. “So what?”

“Savannah, Memphis and good ole’ Tallahassee.”

“They sound like a bunch of strippers.”

“Yup,” Dean got back under the hood. “They sure do.”

It didn’t take very long before he heard the beer bottle hastily tossed in the trash and the door swing shut. Although Dean hadn’t added a warning about the three sister’s enormous and easily enraged boyfriends, he figured it was all for the best.

Alec was the kind of guy that appreciated a challenge.

go to part 11

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