Title: Not a Whimper: part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - part 9 - part 10 *Completed*
sequel to: With a Bang and The Aftershocks
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. Everything
The night hadn’t ended well.
For Alec anyway.
Sam had made it seem perfectly normal to zip up the body bags and shut the freezers, but Alec felt strange when they locked the doors behind them. He didn’t quite see the point in trying to sell a dead guy a slice of heaven and then giving up when it was time to clock out. However, he had to admit that trying to persuade a ghost to do anything was a lot like trying to reason with a brick wall.
A very violent brick wall that was trying to climb into your skin and turn you inside out.
"So," Alec asked. "You're a whiskey man, huh?"
"Not really," Sam said. "But it does the job."
When it was over Alec debated on how to ask if they could hit a bar on the highway before going home. But to his unmitigated shock his father beat him to the punch and suggested it first.
“You did good tonight, Alec.”
Gulping down a mouth full of warm scotch, he resisted the conditioned sense of relief that came when anyone told him he had done something right. But the desperate faces of the dead wouldn’t stop flashing behind his eyes. Tapping the glass on the sticky table, Alec’s smile faded with the burn of whiskey down the back of his throat.
“I mean it,” Sam told him. “You did a lot back there.”
“Right,” Alec tried smiling again. “With all the redemption and absolution.”
Sam refilled their glasses. “What did you expect?”
“I don’t know,” Alec shrugged. “But I guess now I know first hand what it feels like to be suffocated with a plastic shopping bag. Oh, and I know exactly where to go to dig up a coffee can stuffed with cash if you ever wanna swing by Harpersville.”
“I think some of those people listened to you. That matters. Maybe not tonight or even a year from now, but it means something.”
Alec studied Sam for a moment before picking his glass up again. His father’s weary approval made him reconsider what the entire ghost whispering deal might be about. Sam had had a long time to come to terms that there was no fast fix for purgatory. Self made or other, the solution sure didn’t come out of saying the right thing at the right time.
“I’m going to go settle the bill,” Sam pushed in his chair with a sigh. “Dean hits this place every other week and puts it on the congregational tab.”
“He’s sitting right over there,” Alec pointed. “Third guy over from the red head.”
Sam actually turned around and looked.
“Gotcha.” Alec winked.
“I-I’ll meet you out back.”
Watching his father head for the busy bartender, Alec drank what was left in the bottle. It took a lot of high-grade booze to alter his chemistry and this stuff was hitting him hard in a nice way. Alec pulled on his jacket and bumped his way through the early morning crowd that was coming in from the night shift.
A bunch of cops. Some EMTs. A few nurses still dressed in scrubs.
The parking lot was full even though the sun was about to come up. Looking for the Chevy, Alec found it behind an off duty ambulance and its crew drinking some beers. He walked through a haze of cigarette smoke and conversation. Once he got to the locked car door, Alec realized he was drunk. He suddenly wanted to play one of those lame tapes his uncle always had on but his father hadn’t given him the keys.
The voices of the ambulance crew distracted him.
“Hey, did you hear about that college kid they had to bag last week?”
“No, what happened?”
Alec yanked the door handle a few times in frustration.
“Real classic. Slashed both her wrists and bled out in the bathtub. To candlelight even.”
“Thank Jesus we weren’t on that night.”
“Yeah, the paperwork musta taken forever.”
Alec’s thoughts flickered to the wake at the church the week before. The dead woman had been painted up like a doll and dressed in a yellow silk dress. Feeling the line of stitches that ran up the inside of his arm, Alec’s stomach began to churn.
“So?” the guy laughed. “Did she make it?”
“I bet she’s making some rehab rich as we speak.”
Alec broke out in a cold sweat and took an unsteady walk to the bushes to be sick. Footsteps in the gravel hurried towards him. He heard Sam asking him if he was okay and he heard himself try to reply. He just had too much to drink. Everything would be fine once they got in the car and left. Slumping in the passenger side, Alec tensed when the ambulance drivers broke out into more laughter.
He shut his eyes.
All he needed was some sleep.
It turned out the police station had it tucked away on their computer server. Alec didn’t even have to break in. He just had to make all the right phone calls and do a hack job from the station parking lot.
The old woman’s suicide had been kept from the newspapers but the paramedics that had been on the scene had documented everything as required. Elderly female found alone in home. A candle burning on the wick. The bible open on the floor. Resuscitation unsuccessful due to major blood loss and subsequent cardiac arrest.
Alec had spent a long time looking at the window that had been replaced in the bathroom. There were still pieces of broken glass sitting in the bathtub. He had made a print out of the coroners report along with the documents that the police had kept. Putting them together neatly in order, he went downstairs and left them on Sam’s bed.
Then he went out to the backyard and waited.
Staring at the waving corn, Alec pictured the glimmer of the highway that was far out of sight. The sun was almost down before he heard Sam’s truck pull up in front of the house. He listened to his father’s footsteps and followed his movements within the house. It was a half hour later when the back door opened behind him.
The porch stairs creaked as Sam slowly stepped down each one.
The wake. His arm. The training in the morgue. A part of him was still hoping that he’d made some horrible mistake. It could still be some weird coincidence that Alec’s stupid head had complied into something worse.
One word. One stuttered word and Alec knew all of it was true.
“You ruined everything,” Alec said. “You ruined it.”
“I can explain,” Sam was coming towards him. “Please let me explain—”
“We have to talk about this.“
“You have to let me try—”
Alec didn’t mean to do it. But he felt something in his head snap. It just broke and collapsed, his anger shifting to a rage that imploded in his head like a bomb. The ground shook under his feet as it spread out around him, rippling through the earth before it struck the house, every window cracking and shattering glass into the air. Sam stumbled away from Alec in astonishment.
“They did that to us,” Alec said. “They strapped us down and did things to make us forget. But it never really worked. Not like how you did it.”
The splinter of glass rained down so fine it glittered in the setting sun like magic.
“Why did you do that to me?” Alec didn’t like how his voice sounded. “Why?”
This was the part when his father was supposed to say something. He was going to say something that would make everything okay again. Because Alec was wrong. He had to be the one that was wrong. But Sam didn’t say a word.
So Alec ran.
He blurred so hard and so fast that the cornstalks slashed across his face like knives. Pushing his body as far as it could go, Alec heard himself cry out when his muscles began to cramp and seize. He fought against his system’s own self defense, his brain shutting down the feed of endorphins and adrenaline, but he wouldn’t let his speed lag. And as far and fast as he could run he was still straining to listen. All he wanted was for one shout or whisper in his mind, but there was nothing there.
There was nothing behind him at all.
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