Mink (minkmix) wrote,

SPN/DA Fic: Ripple Effect Five 1/5

Remember when I said I needed some time to get out my weird ya-yas? This fic right here is one of them. This genre is oddly as appealing to me as genderswap although I don't know the technical name for it in fan-fic land. Age-Swap? Age-Degeneration? I'm not even sure if this is a one-shot or not.
And yes, of course it all happens by way of A Curse. It's just the way it works. (plus I'm too lazy to think of any other reason why this nonsensical bullshit would happen to anyone.) XD

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 (wee!chesters?)
Spoilers: General (for all aired episodes)
Disclaimers: SPN & DA characters are owned by their various creators.
Summary: Alec POV. A cursed music box turns everyone (except Alec) into a little kid.

“I appreciate you coming up here, Bobby,” Sam said. “Honestly with all this storage I wouldn’t have even to known where to start.”

Alec looked sideways at the stack of boxes that were usually sitting in the corners instead of all over the floor. His family’s idea of neat and tidy made his head spin, but over time he had started to just ignore the clutter of crap everywhere and anywhere.

Slow breathing exercises helped too.

“You should keep some of this stuff locked up,” Bobby said. “Or just get rid of it.”

“Get rid of it?” Dean laughed. “That would mean actually knowing what we owned.”

Alec felt his headache double at the words. He really shouldn’t have sat down to witness this pitiful attempt at organization but he couldn’t help himself. Watching the disorder spread and the chaos exponentially grow was like a good horror movie. He couldn't turn away even if he wanted to.

“The Father from Saint Michael’s is coming in early tomorrow,” Sam moved another box. “This place doesn‘t have to be clean just normal. The last thing I need is for the guy to wander around in here and find a few bibles written backwards in pig blood.”

Alec’s heart started pounding when Dean dumped an entire bag filled with rosary beads all over the floor.

“Yeah, I like this place,” Dean said. “It’d be nice not to get run outta town by an angry mob with torches.”

“Here we go.”

Everyone paused at the lowered seriousness in Bobby’s voice. Alec sat up in begrudging interest as the old man lifted the small wooden container out from behind a stack of yellowed folders. It looked like a music box, all carved and delicate, but its front was padlocked shut.

“What’s that?” Sam asked.

“I think I saw this back when your daddy was gettin' things from Eastern Europe,” Bobby smiled like he had found a diamond. “Bunch of stuff that had been sitting around behind soviet lines until the break up.”

“The lock is rusted,” Dean gingerly touched the latch. “What’s in it?”

“Not sure,” Bobby said. “Looks like a hex though, something really old school.”

Alec was ready to leave. They could sit around with their freaky tag sale and reminisce about murderous paranormal junk until the sun went down for all he cared. He could come back when they were gone and go sick with the Lemon Scented Pledge and a mop. He’d take all these dusty boxes and burn them in the backyard and dance around it until it was all-

That’s when it happened.

The box in Bobby’s hands stuttered with a dim light, like a weak and failing light bulb. And then the room suddenly seemed slightly darker than it had been moment before. Alec looked around with a yawn, wondering what had happened when all the other lamps to be working fine. That’s when he realized the room was also slightly less crowded than it had been.

Or at least a lot shorter.

“What the--” Alec blinked at the little kid who had been standing where his father had been a few moments earlier. There was another little boy off to his right and an even younger child sitting on the floor and staring down at that music box in his chubby fists.

The infant with the box in his lap suddenly and quite loudly, began to cry.

The oldest kid looked at him with a stunned expression that Alec recognized. It was his dad in there. Or down there. Or whatever.

“Alec?” Sam croaked in a high pitched squeak.

“Oh boy.”

Alec got them all at the kitchen table for a meeting on how to assess the situation.

He didn’t have much experience with this kind of nonsensical crap but it didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened. Everyone standing within a few feet of that box had been exposed to a blast pattern effect that erased a few decades of age from the closest to the furthest.

Bobby hadn’t really stopped crying but Alec thought most two-year olds might just do that. He petted the blond puff of hair on his head and tried bouncing him on a knee. Dean had been standing right next to Bobby, but he was definitely several years older. Sam had been the furthest and he’d been the least affected. If you could call being reduced to a ten year old coming out on top of the deal.

“Alec, I don’t want you to go near that box.”

Alec studied the skinny boy with his father’s eyes and familiar pout. While Sam had gotten a lot smaller, he pretty much sounded almost the same.

“I mean it, Alec,” Sam wouldn’t sit in his chair. “I think we should leave the house.”

“In a second,” Alec said. “Just… just give me a second here okay?” Their clothes were still hanging off them like a bunch of kids playing dress up. Alec experienced a moment of terror when he considered that one of them might have been armed before they shrank.

“Dean?” he asked. “Are you carrying a gun?”

It hadn’t occurred to Alec until now that his uncle hadn’t said a single word since the box went off.

“Hey, Dean? What’s wrong?”

Dean was an even scrawnier little kid than Sam was. He had kind of goofy ears and a startled expression that made Alec uneasy. Chest heaving, tears began to well bright in Dean’s big eyes.

“No, Dean. Don’t do that. No?” Alec ordered.

Sam watched his brother for a moment before his eyes started to water up too.

“Sam! No, I said no!”

Sam looked back and forth between them and gnawed anxiously on his lip.

“Keep it together people!” Alec demanded. “This is serious!”

Dean shoved his face down into his folded arms and started to quietly bawl.

“Nononono,” Alec moved to his side the best he could with Bobby screaming in his ear. “It’s okay? Look, Dean? See, I’m smiling right? This is all gonna be fine. We just gotta figure out what that box did and then fix you right up--”

“Alec,” Sam sniffled. “T-There’s someone here.”

Alec looked in a panic at the front door. He’d been so distracted he hadn’t even heard a car pull up. “Crap,” he thought fast. “Okay, you take B-Bobby upstairs and hang out for a while, okay?”

But Dean didn’t move from his seat at the table.

“Dean?” Alec snapped a few times in his face. “What’s wrong with him?”

“I think he’s five,” Sam offered. “Maybe.. Maybe four?”

“Oh,” Alec said. “Dean? Can you follow Sam? Be a good Dean and follow Sam. There ya go!”

Sam took his brother’s hand and pulled him towards the stairs. They both forgot the baby however, and Alec had to scoop up the kid on his way to the front door as the bell started going off. Answering the front door with a wailing child on his hip wasn't something he’d ever pictured himself doing, but there was a first for everything.

There was an elderly priest standing on the porch with a suitcase.

“Hello!” the man glanced down at Bobby with a smile. “Did I interrupt someone’s lunch?”

“What? No. I mean, kinda?” Alec smiled back. “You know how kids like to.. uh, eat.”

“Well, I’m very sorry to disturb you like this but I’m here to see Pastor Samuel if he’s available?”

“I-I’m sorry, who are you again?”

“I’m Father Chavez,” he held out his hand. “Samuel invited me here to look into state financial aid for some of members of his parish suffering from the current layoffs and--”

“Oh! Right. I see. Aren’t you a day early?”

“I believe this is the date we set?” he cleared his throat and looked at his watch. “If this is a bad time I could always come back in a few months when I return to the United States-”

“No need for that,“ Alec tried to stop talking but he couldn’t. “You found him. That’s me. I’m the Pastor.”

The man on the front step only lost a couple of beats before his smile was back in place.

“I see? Everyone always told me Pastor Samuel was young but I had no idea you were quite this--”

“Aw, stop that. You’re killin’ me.”

“Is this your... son?”

Alec had almost forgotten Bobby who had quieted down with their conversation.

“No! My son is … upstairs. This is my sister’s. She’s kind of a drunk. Always dumping off her kids while she goes to screw some guys down at the truck stop.”


“I know, she’s quite the whore but we love her anyway. Because you know, God loves everybody even if they’re whores.”


“You want to come in?”

“Yes, thank you?”

“And uh, you wouldn’t happen to know how to change a diaper would ya?”

It had taken Alec the rest of the afternoon, but he figured out how handle it as fast as he could.

A couple of phone calls found Father Chavez a place to stay in town that wasn’t coated in cursed objects and loaded guns. And to sweeten the deal the same lady with an extra guest room had taken one look at Bobby and solved that problem too. Although the woman had staked claim to the upset baby with a ferocity that should have made Alec nervous, he was too relieved to think much more about it.

He paused at the foot of the stairs.

For kids they sure were quiet.

When he got up to the first bedroom and still didn’t see them he wondered if they’d left the house somehow. But then he heard a small voice down the hallway calling out his name. Alec could feel the mind behind the voice now too, his father’s thoughts coming brighter and cluttered, too fast to hold like a butterfly caught under a glass.


“I’m in here.”

Alec found his dad sitting awkwardly in the corner of the very back room. He’d put on a T-shirt to wear that came down to his knees, his legs and feet bare. There was no furniture or anything else in there and Alec realized his father had come here to hide.

“Where’s Dean?” Alec asked.

Sam pointed behind him.

Alec frowned at the closed closet door. “Okay,” he said. “That’s enough of this. Why are you guys sitting around in the dark? It’s weird. That guy wasn’t going to do anything. He’s really nice by the way. He’s really excited about giving a bunch of money into that charity thing you got going on.”

It took him a moment to spot Dean shoved back in the corner. Alec found an arm and started to pull him back into the light of day.

And then Dean proceeded to freak the fuck out.

“Okay! Okay!” Alec quickly let go. “Take it easy! It’s just me! You know who I am right?” Looking into the wide green eyes, Alec could tell that Dean knew exactly who he was and couldn’t have cared less. “Come on, work with me.”

“He won’t come out.” Sam said.

“Why not?” Alec tried pulling on a leg this time and got a bite on the hand. “What’s going on?”

Sam and Dean were silent.

“What… are you tired?” Alec tried. “You need some food?”

“Alec, I…,” Sam scratched at his head. “I don’t feel right.”

“Are you in pain?”


“Then what is it?”

Sam suddenly looked mortified. “I’m scared.”


“I don’t know how old I am,” Sam wiped his nose with his hand. “I think-I think--”

Alec held up his hands and took a deep breath. “Look, I’d be scared in here too,” he looked around the dismal dark. “Let’s go downstairs.”

Dean started making some weird whimpering noise from the depths of the closet.

“No, no, don’t start that up again,” Alec skipped the persuasion part and picked him up despite the savage kicking. “We’re all going downstairs and we’re gonna watch cartoons. Cartoons are great. And we’re gonna eat something and we’re not going to be scared because there’s nothing to be scared of.”

Dean stopped flailing around long enough to listen to that last part.

“Nothin’ is gonna happen to you,” Alec explained. “Because for something to happen to you means something has to kick my ass first and my ass is hard to kick. Is everyone listening?”

Sam appeared slightly more willing to leave the room.

“That stupid magic box really nailed you guys, huh?” Alec sighed.

“Where’s Bobby?” Sam suddenly thought to ask.

“Living it up.” Alec guessed.

Alec thought it was a good sign when Dean finally grabbed him in a choke hold tight around the neck and hung there for dear life. It beat getting kicked to death in the liver and kidneys. He also thought it was an even better sign when Dean hopefully whispered the name of a likely cartoon in his ear as they went down the stairs.

“Hey, Sam?” Alec ventured. “Do you have any outlines for church services? You know like um, lesson plans for the flock? Prayer lists? That kind of stuff?”

“Yeah,” Sam said. “I got some.”

“That’s good because I’ll be needing to take a look at it when you get the chance.”

Sam’s brow creased in worry.

“It’s okay,” Alec assured him. “I have a really good public speaking voice. The uniform might not fit too great though…”

“W-What are you talking about?”

“Nothing!” Alec smiled. “Don’t worry about a thing.”


“Do you want hot dogs or grilled cheese? How about both. With some coffee?”

Everything was completely and utterly under control. He could deal with it. Alec picked up the telephone before he realized he wouldn’t be able to get a hold of Bobby. Slamming the receiver back down he thought that was a real damn shame too.

Because he probably would have known exactly what the hell to do next.

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