sequel to: With a Bang and The Aftershocks and Not a Whimper
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. Just when you think you're starting to figure out your family, you discover that you don't really know the first
After they left the little girl behind Alec could detect a collective sense of relief all around.
“Beautiful day ain't it?” Dean smacked the steering wheel. “Can you feel that breeze?”
“Yeah,” Alec nodded. “I like it when the temperature/dew-point average is this far apart. It feels really tolerable.”
He was experiencing quite a bit of relief himself if he really stopped to think about it. And it wasn’t that Alec didn’t enjoy babysitting a traumatized child whose entire family had been slaughtered by a prehistoric man eating vegetable, but she clearly didn’t belong with them. Just one afternoon in the backseat was enough for her stunned mind to catch up with her fuzzy memory and then came the waterworks. Alec didn’t particularly like seeing other people cry because all it did was make him want to do it too.
But the messy scene didn’t last for long.
That little girl was so happy to see the familiar face of her mother’s sister waiting at the country police station that she didn‘t even wave goodbye.
“Fuckin’A, it’s a beautiful day,” Dean repeated. “Not a damn cloud in sight.”
The gas pedal met the floor and Alec watched the speedometer max out over the line and start to shake when it could no longer gauge their present velocity. Sitting back in the warm wind blowing in from the open window, he tried to relax in the front passenger seat. Glancing back at his father sleeping in the back, he hoped the next couple hundred miles would provide enough open road for a good long snooze.
“Is this not the best fucking day you’ve ever seen?” his uncle asked. “This shit is gold.”
“Hells fucking yeah it is.”
Conversation flowed a bit more freely without a five year old female civilian in the immediate vicinity. Or at least a lot of expletives they’d been storing away to maintain decency seemed to all be coming out all at once. Alec gnawed at the inside of his mouth and decided to say what else he’d been keeping to himself.
“Dean, I’ve been thinking.”
“I say we go back to that fucking park.”
“I say we go back there with some gasoline and light the pools up,” Alec said. “Because that’s how Manticore would do it and say what you want about those assholes, but those guys knew how to get shit done right.” he paused when he saw the look of pained consideration on Dean’s face. “What? What’s wrong?”
“I gotta tell you, Alec,” Dean said. “Over the years I’ve found that while arson is a lot of fun, it doesn’t always finish the job.”
“I think it would kill every last mother fucking thing in those caves dead.”
“Dude, it’s a park reserve filled with cute animals,” Dean said. “Killing every living thing for convenience doesn’t go over real well with basic karma.”
“O-Okay, how about we drop an electric current in there?” Alec tried again. “We could weight the thing so it drops right down to the bottom and pump down a couple hundred thousand volts.”
“I do know a guy with a kickin’ utility truck out in Fresno…”
“Hey! Hey! What about a crap ton of herbicide? Eco-friendly of course.”
Manticore training had taught him the ins and out of how to maim and injure, but his real family had been trained how to annihilate a problem and send all malevolent asses straight into oblivion. He had to stop thinking small like a bullet, and starting thinking big like exorcising this crap into other dimensions. Sam would probably have some better ideas, but he was still sound asleep.
Who could possibly sleep right now?
Alec sat up straighter. “Or maybe we could introduce another more aggressive predator. Like piranha. Or an organic bacteria specifically designed to target its DNA. Or maybe someone just has to swim down there and stab the bastard with a big fucking stick. Dean? What do you think?”
“I think you’re fucking wired.”
Alec was indeed extremely wired on two pots of black coffee, lingering traces of fungus acid and a box of expired Twinkies. It was even getting easy to groove to the sound of the lame music that was always blasting out of the scratchy speakers and vibrating the dashboard. A strobe of lights in the rearview caught Alec’s attention as he searched under the seat for any extra rogue bottles of soda. And it took him a few more seconds to realize the state police vehicle was flashing its lights just for them.
“A-Are we getting pulled over?”
“Look’s like,” Dean was steering the car up onto the shoulder. “Grab the registration outta the box for me would ya?”
“But there’s nobody out here,” Alec said. “Not even some road kill you could run over again. If we wanna burn to death in a fiery wreck due to our own recklessness than who the hell cares?”
“Cops get bored sitting out here.”
“I hate cops.”
“They’re not so bad,” Dean shrugged. “Sometimes they get it right too.”
Alec crossed his arms over his chest and hunkered down in his seat while the heavy tread of boots came alongside the driver’s side. There was a pause and a nod before the tall man leaned down to look through Dean’s window. Chewing some gum real slow, he rested his elbows on the door with his eyes enigmatic behind the mirror lenses of his sunglasses. Alec found himself staring at the full blooded Native American dressed smartly in the state beige. Long blue-black hair had been pleated to stay out of the way, but all the ink his nation required he lay on his skin was visible at the edges of the uniform.
“How you boys doin’ today?” the cop asked.
“Not bad,” Dean nodded. “How ‘bout yourself?”
Alec got even more nervous at the sight of a beaded rawhide knife strapped to his belt with as much professionalism as the issued firearm.
“Goin’ awfully fast back there,” the cop said. “Whew-whee, I clocked you at about 135.”
“135?” Alec snorted. “More like 165. You should get a new radar because this old piece of fucking junk can haul ass-”
“You mind giving me a look at your license and registration, sir?”
Dean dutifully handed the documents over with an obedient willingness than made Alec’s irritation graduate to full on annoyance. He tried to sit still as the cop deliberated over the pieces of paper and jotted down something in a mysterious cop notebook.
“Can you step out of the car please?” the cop backed up to make room. “This’ll just take a minute.”
“You gotta be kiddin’ me,” Alec muttered. “Now what do we do?”
“You heard the man,” Dean said. “Enjoy the music until I get back.”
Alec stopped him from opening the car door. “What are you doing?” he demanded. “He’s gonna take you out behind a cactus and kick your ass!”
“Then you’d better make sure to take good care of my car during my coma.”
“Not if we get shot!” Alec hissed. “Don’t you ever watch movies?”
Dean blinked at him in confusion.
“Guys like him have a few issues with the White Man and it doesn’t get much whiter than the fucking Winchesters in a Chevy listening to… to whatever the fuck hick music we’re listening to! Maybe we should have kept that little girl around. People don‘t like killing other people when there are kids watching.”
"I'll keep all that in mind," Dean cleared his throat. “Sit tight.” And with that his uncle was out of the car with his hands up where the officer could see them.
“Fuck!” Alec was getting kind of tired of using the word but this time it really seemed appropriate. “Sam! Wake up! We have a situation.”
“I-It’s okay, Alec,” Sam rolled over in the backseat and yanked his jacket over his head. “We get pulled over all the time.”
“But some racist cop is gonna shoot Dean and then I’ll have to take care of this stupid Chevy-”
The driver’s side door suddenly swung open again. Settling back into his seat, Dean gave a friendly wave to the officer who was walking back to his own car.
“What did you do?” Alec frowned. “Why did he let you go so fast?”
“Showed him my badge.”
“Huh?” Alec caught the leather wallet with the metal shield clipped inside. “He ran one of the fakes on his computer and it actually worked?”
“This one is pretty good,” Alec cocked his head at it. “It looks real. Hey, it even has your real name and some Minnesota serial numbers on it.”
His uncle put the car back into gear.
“This is really funny,” Alec flipped it over with a grin. “This thing says you’re a registered police officer.”
“The only one in Blue Earth.”
Alec waited patiently for the punch line.
“In a little town like that 911 gets dialed about once a year and all the big stuff gets taken up by the county next door. But I pick up the local drunks sometimes and take missing pet reports.” Dean gave him a wink as he took back the badge. “It’s the easiest 15 grand-a-year I’ve ever made. Get health insurance too.”
Alec had a strange sinking feeling that started in his throat and was now working down into his stomach. “Y-You’re a…” he thought about every tale-o-drugs he’d ever blathered about in his uncle’s presence. “A-A honest to God, donut eating man of the law?”
“It’s all about as legit as Sammy’s gig but-”
“But you read from the same books the real guys do,” Alec sighed. “Got it. And you never mentioned this before because…”
“Dunno,” Dean shrugged. “Never came up.”
The car started rolling again over the sun cracked asphalt, the roadside going by considerably slower than it had been before. Alec turned and looked to his father for some further explanation now that all that he knew about the world was now slightly slanted on its side.
“Don’t look at me, man,” Sam mumbled from under his jacket. “I hate cops too.”
“Let’s stop once we get out of Utah,” Dean suggested with a smile. “We can go to this great town I know and take some time off for a couple days.”
Alec slumped in his seat and thought about a priest, a cop and a demonic transgenic all walking into a bar. There was a joke there somewhere if he thought about it hard enough.
And it was a bad one.