(I would also like sams1ra to know that I actually started a KILLER POV about Ben and put it down because it got so incredibly strange (it turned into a rambling poem-like-prose about how Dean will
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
Rating: ♥Humor♥ 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. Celebrating a holiday is hard work.
Hey TV Child look into my eyes
Here by intervention I want your attention
Promotion Boy in a suit and tie
He wants you to use it
You're too shot to loose it
It's pumpin down the cable
Like never seen before
A cola manufacturer is sponsoring the war
Here comes the news with love from me to you
There were a lot of things to be learned from the glittering wonderland that was television.
Alec had figured out more about the world during an afternoon of reality show marathons than he had by reading any books or listening to instruction on psychology. At least he felt like he’d picked up a few things he could actually use in the field anyway. Like how to sauté rather then simmer. Don’t wear navy blue with black. Never trust a blond housemate that quotes the bible and Britney Spears at the same time.
Clicking between stations he paused when he found a nice chunk of commercials. He liked those almost as much as the designated entertainment.
Don’t forget this weekend!
“Sure won’t,” Alec answered. “Comes right after Friday.”
Only three shopping days left before IT’S TOO LATE.
Alec glanced uncomfortably out the window. The sun was out and cold weather was months upon months away. Looking at his watch he confirmed that the date was still smack in the middle of a humid June.
What are YOU going to do this weekend to show your family that you CARE?
A procession of charcoal grills, golf bags and power tools flashed enticingly across the monitor.
Don’t miss this special time that only comes once a year!
He sat up in rapt attention.
YOU CAN’T AFFORD TO WASTE ANOTHER SECOND.
Because it’s… FATHER’S DAY!
“Crap,” Alec slumped back on the sofa. “I totally have one of those.”
What are you waiting for?!?
Alec had no fucking idea.
The laptop was sitting unattended on the kitchen table and was better than the finest and freakiest malls in Hong Kong. With a small feeling of betrayal, he clicked off the tube and quickly headed for the internet.
He had some serious shopping to do.
The big box that arrived on the doorstep came a day late but Alec reasoned it was still Sunday somewhere else on the planet. And it arrived early enough in the morning so he could catch Sam and Dean both sitting at the table yawning over cereal.
Their spoons dripped milk on the table when Alec tossed the bowls into the sink.
“It’s a holiday,” Alec announced. “At least it was yesterday.”
Sam was still blinking groggily around for his breakfast.
“Holiday?” Dean ate what was left on his spoon. “What holiday?”
Alec realized too late that he probably should have gotten some wrapping paper or something. He settled for just handing Sam a knife to slice open the cardboard. It was kind of exciting standing around for the unveiling. The anticipation was like a pleasant nausea.
“This… this is really nice, Alec.”
Not only did Alec know the gift was nice, but he was for once completely confident of its relevancy. That website he’d found had said it was a really thoughtful thing that people gave other people all the time. All you had to do was supply a photograph and click on how fast you wanted the items shipped.
“It’s got your picture on it and everything,” Sam studied the enormous coffee mug and brushed away some packing foam. “A really … interesting picture.”
“You like it?” Alec had actually been a little worried about that part. “It’s from back in Seattle. From about a year ago.”
“Yeah, it’s great but uh…” Sam said. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Where’s your shirt?”
“And what the hell is ‘Manty Cora‘?” Dean asked.
“MONTY Cora,” Alec corrected. “I was briefly employed by an underground fighting ring and they took a few promo pictures and--”
“Nice shorts,” Dean said. “Very sparkly.”
“Yeah,” Alec smiled. “Oh! I almost forgot…” Digging in the box he yanked out a large T-shirt with the same photo blown up on its front and back. He tossed it to his uncle. “That’s for you.”
“What the f--”
“I got one for me too,” Alec pulled out another one. “Buy twenty-five and get another one free. And a couple of mouse pads, some key chains and a throw pillow.”
“I’m sorry, did he just say… did you just say twenty-five?” Sam was clearing his throat a lot. “Twenty-five of that shirt? Are in that box? Twenty-five of the same--”
“Don’t worry, yours is in here too!” Alec said. “And I got another couple bucks off by getting this color. It’s called Canary Yellow.”
There was an absolute and utter silence that Alec understood came from stunned appreciation.
“W-What holiday was this again?” Dean asked.
Alec felt his smile grow as he went down the back porch steps two at a time. That helpful website had also suggested mowing the lawn and doing some yard work. Slightly discouraged by the overgrown mess of the grass, he figured he could knock it out in an hour and then get the hell out of here.
It was the least he could do.