Mink (minkmix) wrote,

SPN/DA Fic: Ripple Effect One

Here come all these side stories and ficlets I’d would have normally stored away and not posted for whatever reason. But I won’t this time! They will live to see the light of LJ instead of the oblivion on my new shiner hard drive. This run of whatevers are called: Ripple Effects and will be rambling on without real plot or function until whenever it is that the next sequel of this AU hits. (They will be similar to The Aftershocks, a series of sequential but not completely connected stories.)

The amount of comments I’m behind on is now staggering, as in, there are still Aftershocks I still haven’t gotten to answer yet. I may have to claim a comment truce.

Title: Ripple Effect One - Two - Three - Four - Five 1/5 - Five 2/5 - Five 3/5 - Five 4/5 - Five 5/5 - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine 1/5 - Nine 2/5 - Nine 3/5 - Nine 4/5 - Nine 5/5 - Ten - Eleven - Twelve - ?
sequel to: With a Bang and The Aftershocks and Not a Whimper
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. After the events of NaW Bobby heads back to South Dakota.

Alec knew he wasn’t the only person around here suffering the ill effects of the month’s events.

After the insomnia week went by and he became less and less mired in his own bullshit, he began to notice that the house had gotten pretty quiet.

With the exception of this morning.

Alec woke up alone in his dad’s bed to the sound of loud voices right outside on the front porch. There was an argument going on about Bobby packing up his car to leave. From the shouting Alec quickly gathered that Sam and Dean had been trying for some years now to get the guy to move up here with them, especially before another winter hit South Dakota. But old Bobby didn’t sound too keen on leaving behind his salvage yard and Rottweilers to come live in a guest room no matter how cozy it was.

“Alec!” Dean called from the driveway. “Get a quart of oil from out back would ya?”

Alec grabbed a few extra while he was at it, thinking of Bobby's ancient transmission and the long drive home. He couldn’t blame the old hunter for not wanting to stick around. The man didn’t seem like the grandpa type that wanted to retire on a porch and whittle shit all the live long day. Bobby seemed like the kind of guy that was going to keep hunting and straying around where he wanted until one day he just didn’t call home anymore.

And then he’d just be gone.

Anyway, before Bobby hit the road, everyone was all hugs and smiles again. Bobby even motioned Alec aside for a walk that Alec had been secretly dreading to hope for.

“You gotta minute, son?”

Alec glanced self-consciously back at Sam and Dean, grateful that they both were suddenly pretending to be preoccupied with the air in the sagging tires.

Following the old man down the dirt path that wound around the church, Alec gnawed at the inside of his lip. He liked Bobby and he really wanted Bobby to like him too. Especially after how they met and everything. He knew all this crap with Ben wasn’t really his fault, but he already felt like his mere existence was a colossal pain in the ass to anyone unfortunate enough to get within arm's reach. But the hunter didn’t seem to mind what Alec was despite knowing more details about his DNA than even Alec had ever known. It made him feel strangely at ease around him, like a doctor who knew enough about a disease not to be afraid of the patient.

“Sure is a nice day, ain’t it?” Bobby asked.

“I like it a little hotter,” Alec hadn’t gotten dressed but boxer shorts felt like too much already with the sun slanting through the trees. “By about 7 more degrees.”

“Not 8 or 6, huh?”

“Fahrenheit,” Alec added. “Not Celsius.”

“I remember hearing your mama was real fond of summer.”

Alec had never heard anyone mention anything like that about his mother. He suddenly felt happy about his mild inclination to strong heat. Like it was a secret he shared with her and no one knew but him. Well, except the person who just told him of course.

“Are you coming back soon?” Alec asked. “You should come back soon. There’s a big Anniversary party here in a few weeks with the whole town and uh, well I don’t know if you want to be here for that thing but--”

“I’ll be back this way before you know it.”

“Are we going to have Christmas and all that other stuff?” Alec felt better asking Bobby than his dad. “If-If we have those holiday things you should come back for that.”

“Sometimes I bring up a tree from my woods.”

It took a second before Alec figured out what that meant, but before he could ask why they‘d bother with a real life tree when science had given the world plastic, they had reached their destination. The stream behind the church was practically a river these days after spring, all sorts of wild flowers growing up around its banks and the sun glittering off it as it rolled under the bridge of the road.

The old hunter wiped a bandanna at the sweat on his neck and looked up and down the scatter of the small stone beach.

“Now I want you to take care of yourself,” Bobby said. “And I want you to watch out for your dad and uncle.”

“I will.” Alec answered automatically.

“You been through some times, but you’re a tough kid. Never seen tougher.”

Alec didn’t know what to say so he just kept his eyes down on the ground like he’d been taught to do when a superior was speaking. But something flashed into his lowered field of vision, dangling bright in the sunlight. Looking up, he raised his hands to hold the perfectly round green stone hanging from a thin leather cord.

“It was something I was gonna give to your daddy a long time ago, but now I think you should have it. In fact, about ten years ago I put it aside hopin‘ I‘d see you one day to hand it over.”

Slipping it on over his head, Alec immediately liked how it felt on his skin, smooth like a marble and polished to show all the gold flecks inside the swirl of its grain. “Thanks. It’ll match my eyes.”

“It’ll do more than that,“ Bobby said. “It good for angels.”

Alec made a face as he rolled it between his fingers. “Does that mean its lucky?”

“It means there’s less of a chance of you pissin’ ‘em off.”

Alec shrugged. Angels. He could buy that story like he could anything else around here. Dropping the stone on his chest, he patted it to show he understood the seriousness of it all.

“And Alec, one more thing…”

“Yes, sir?”

Bobby dug into his back pocket and pulled out a small case. The cracked leather was well cared for, oiled and polished to a nice worn shine. Alec flipped it open and found an old style and utterly obsolete military compass inside. Slightly disappointed, he turned the device over and saw initials etched in a scrawling script on the flat green paint.


Alec’s eyes widened. “B-Bobby, I can't--”

“Sure you can. Your daddy and uncle know all about it, so there’s nothin’ to worry about. It’s something that you can use, something that helped lots of people out when they got themselves lost.”

Alec tipped the compass to watch the needle spin. “Do you think--Do you think he would have liked me?”

Bobby let out a laugh. “I think John would have liked ya a lot. Not sure you woulda liked him too much tho.”

Alec smiled and wished he had a pocket to put the compass in. But he decided he wouldn’t mind the minor humiliation of his family seeing it in his hand. He realized he was actually pretty proud. “I’m sorry,” he quickly remembered to say.

“For what?”

“I don’t have anything to give to you.”

Bobby laughed a little again. “It’s just fine, son. That’s not how this one works.“ With a big sigh, the old hunter took a look at the hill they just walked down. “Oh and Alec, do me a favor would ya?”


“Don’t mention how I was gonna give that necklace to your dad okay? You know how kids get.”


Following behind him, Alec considered what a guy like Bobby would like for Christmas. His gaze fell on the crumble of the lofted shed that sat way behind the house. If the man ever did want to retire, there was plenty of space out there to keep to yourself and some dogs. All it needed was some plumbing and an internet connection.

Alec listened to the hunter swear softly at the rise of the hot sun.

And maybe an air conditioner.

Tags: alec pov, gen, ripple effects, spn/da crossover, with a bang
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