Mink (minkmix) wrote,

SPN/DA Fic: Ripple Effect Seven

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: ♥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. Alec and Dean share painful memories of their past. Kind of.

Alec found another rule to break as soon as the summer settled into a hot and steamy July.

Their secluded home was literally off the beaten path and no one ever stopped by besides the occasional meandering cow. The church services were predictable enough to avoid and the mail was delivered to a lidded box that was a long walk or a short drive down the road. So with all the privacy and scorching weather, it made the business of forgoing clothing an easy and enjoyable thing to do.

Stretching in the bright sun on the back porch, Alec gave a smile to the clear blue sky.

“These guys out here?” he gestured to the various unclothed wildlife. “These dudes are definitely on to something.”

Dean didn’t look up from the morning paper or his breakfast on the porch table. But Alec didn’t know why his uncle felt the need to rain on his naked parade. It wasn’t like Dean didn’t walk around without much more than boxer shorts most of the time anyway.

“So where’s Pastor Jim been these days?” Alec took a seat and the glass of orange juice. “I haven’t felt an icy chill in a while.”

“Dunno,” Dean flipped through the paper. “He comes and goes.”

“Comes and goes where?”

“Los Angeles. Vegas. Sometimes he likes to hit Miami Beach.”

Alec also found cereal, a pulled apart orange and something that smelled like coffee. “I know when people are bullshitting me you know,” he explained. “I picked it up on the streets.”

Dean looked skeptically from over his paper. “The streets?”

“Yup,” Alec bit into an unattended piece of watermelon. “The streets.”

“I thought you were in an apartment and gainfully employed all within 24 hours of Manticore burning down?”

“I had a car too,” Alec spit out some seeds. “But I had to lose it for uh, practical reasons. You would of liked it though? It was an old piece of crap that used a cassette player.”

Dean flipped his paper back up. “So what else did you learn on the streets?”

“Lots of stuff.”

“Make a lot of supplemental income didja?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Before all the credit card fraud we used to do a lot of that stuff,” Dean recalled fondly. “What’s the worst thing you ever did for money?”

“You first.”

“No, no, no, you go right ahead.”

“You don’t wanna tell me because its embarrassing, right?” Alec grinned. “What did you guys do? Kinda rough lookin’ to be pool boys but I bet a couple of old ladies called you over to get the rust outta the pipes?”

“Lemme guess?” Dean’s shoulders hitched in a laugh. “I bet you were in the back of one of those cheap porn rags. Posing in a nice black-n-white with a 24hr hotline.”

“I did not!”

“Oh that’s right, you were on the streets.”

“That’s right!” Alec’s triumph lasted for about one second. “ I-I mean shut up!!”

Sam’s voice suddenly rose from inside, a tired question of warning that made them both look over their shoulders in caution.

Dean lowered his voice so they could continue. “I bet you never did anything that bad.”

“I totally did,” Alec frowned. “All the time.”

“I bet you cashed your pay check and put some aside in a 41K.”

“I sold drugs?” Alec offered snidely.

“So does the rest of the planet.”

“I hustled pool and card games? Once I even rigged a church BINGO!” Alec watched in mounting distress as his uncle widely yawned. “I-I cheated on the Jam Pony Super Bowl pool. I skimmed the register every time Normal let me cover dispatch-”

“I’ll flip ya for who tells first.”

“Flip me?”

“Yeah,” Dean cleared his throat and took on an air of seriousness that Alec didn’t see very often. “If you’re up for it.”

“I’m up for anything,” Alec quickly said. “But uh, what am I up for?”

“What I have here in my pocket is a Winchester family heirloom that has been passed down generation to generation,” Dean looked him dead in the eye. “My grand father’s father gave it to him and then he gave it to my dad and then he gave it to me. You following me so far?”

“Uh, sure?“ Alec didn’t see any pockets on Dean’s underwear but he thought he was getting the basic gist. “Heirloom. Passed down father to son. Got it.”

“It’s what we use to bring peace and harmony to any and all household disputes.”

“I wasn’t aware that we were having a dispute-”

“It has provided guidance and wisdom to our family for hundreds upon hundreds of years,” Dean slid back his newspaper and there it was like a magic trick, the sun striking it and making it gleam on the table and right into Alec’s eyes. “And today it’ll be used again.”

Alec was let down when he realized what it was. “A quarter?”

“You got it,” Dean rotated the shiny coin between thumb and forefinger. “Twenty-five cents. Two dimes and a nickel. 1/4 of a dollar.”

“If it’s from your grand father’s father then why does it have the year 1984 stamped on it?”

“This very coin has seen two world wars, three police actions and several federal prisons. It knows all and it see all. Do you here by agree that its word is law and binding?”

“Uh… okay?”

“Great,” Dean flipped the coin spinning into the air. “Heads I win, Tails you lose.”



“Tail-Hea-Tail- HEADS!”

“Sorry, Heads I win.”

“Wait a fucking sec-”

“So,” Dean sat back and sucked on what was left of his melon rind. “What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done for cash on the streets?”

Alec stared at the stupid heirloom sitting on the table between them. He had no choice. It was time to confess.

“I sold parakeets.”


“Birds! Little birds! Green ones. And some blue ones too. I kept an all blue one for myself but it flew out the damn window and I chased it out onto a ledge and almost killed myself but it got away anyway so then I-”

“You mean like the pets?”

“Are you happy now?” Alec demanded. “I got a crate of the things off the back of a truck and I sold them. I made a killing too 'cause some ten-year old popstar had one on her shoulder in a music video so everybody wanted one and-”

“I delivered newspapers.”


“When I was a kid we moved around a lot. Whenever we stayed anywhere long enough I scored myself a paper route.”

Alec sat back in baffled silence.

“Fifty bucks in my back pocket.“ Dean bit on the watermelon rind and winked. “A month!”

“Did… did you have to wear one of those safety orange vests?”

His uncle’s grin faded.

“What about tips on holidays for extra candy?”

Dean sighed and picked his paper back up.

“Did you put tassels on your handlebars and a little customized license plate on the back of your sparkly banana seat--owCH!

“That’s how I used to toss ‘em,” Dean informed him. “You’d roll it up real tight and then aim and flip. It’s all in the wrist.”

Alec rubbed at his throbbing eye and nodded in appreciation for the demonstration. He was also pretty glad his uncle had aimed for his face. A childhood of doing drive bys with heavy projectiles had given the man a powerful overhand throw and Alec wasn‘t wearing much protective gear at the moment. But his good mood suddenly returned when he recalled another one of his short-term freelance professions.

It was a very brief job and it had been just after a particularly long and heavy night of drinking at Crash.

“I once got some money from this old guy sitting in a cab waiting at a light?”

Dean blinked at him uncertainly.

“He gave me twenty dollars to flash my junk. He gave Cindy a hundred just to see her tits but you know how it is,” Alec shrugged. “It’s a woman’s world. And hey! The next day I saw the guy on the news and it turned out he was the mayor.”


“Does that count as bad?” Alec asked.

“Yup,” Dean picked up his coffee mug and headed back into the house. “You win.”

Alec broke out in another smile and took the precious heirloom sitting on the table. Having no pocket at the moment, he held it in his palm and watched the light sparkle on its grimy surface. He could use all the good luck he could get.

Especially the kind that ran in the family.

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