Mink (minkmix) wrote,

SPN/DA Fic: Ripple Effect Eleven

for redrikki. ♥

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. The family business took them on errands all over but he was a little surprised when Seattle came up on the list.

It was pretty strange how Crash smelled exactly the same.

Breathing in the reek of stale beer, fresh pot and the stink of one million cigarettes saturated into the walls felt as familiar as the feel of Alec’s leather jacket. Although it’d only been a few months, it seemed like he hadn’t walked through these doors in a over century. He’d expected it all to have changed somehow. But the rusty metal grate of the stairs shook under his boots just like always, and the voices of the crowd droned like usual under the grind of the latest hypno-pop in from Japan.

He smiled a little when Sam and Dean paused at the metal detectors painted black and tagged with a peeling layer of street stickers.

“Don’t sweat it,” he told them. “No one cares if you bring weapons in here.”

The old machines that flanked the entrance were there for pure novelty as the armed customers set off the screeching alarm and warning strobes every couple of seconds. But his father and uncle didn’t seem to find the useless security system all that amusing.

“We’re only staying for an hour,” Dean said. “So get busy with whatever you need to do quick.”

“Aw, come on,” Alec was distracted by the soft blue lights below. “What's the rush?”

“You heard him, Alec,” Sam said. “One hour and then we leave.”

Checking the wary look in his father’s eyes, Alec knew that there was going to be no getting around the curfew. It had taken them an entire day to get through the check points and hand over large amounts of cash to bribe their way into downtown. Alec was little surprised how weird it had been as the smell of the landfills drew closer along with the sight of the skyline. He thought coming back to his old stomping grounds was supposed to feel good.

All he felt was on edge.

A couple of tall steel heads shoved past him, cybernetic augmentation bolted and laced through living tissue and glinting through their customized leather. One of the giant men winked at Alec as he went by, his optical implants glowing devil red in the dark.

“Fancy,” Dean said. “I feel under dressed.”

“No kidding,” Sam mumbled. “What happened to good old fashioned tongue rings?”

“Isn’t it great?“ Alec pushed a path through the crowd towards the bar. “Everybody comes here. At least everybody used to.”

The crowd barely turned their heads when some shouting was joined by the noise of glass shattering. Some space cleared around the pool tables as two strung out tweakers started going at it, swinging fists and pool cues while a few people cheered them on. Alec turned his attention to a waitress wandering by with a pharmacy tray and every stimulant and tranquilizer money shouldn’t be able to buy. There was Andy, Meth, Dazzle and even retro white lines of Cocaine.

“Did someone say an hour?” Sam asked. “We’re getting out of here in thirty minutes.”

“Would you relax?” Alec tried his best infectious smile. “Logan comes here all the time and he really likes it. Sometimes he even comes without a gun or a can of mace.”

Despite the assurances his family continued to move through the busy club like a minefield. It occurred to Alec that for all their acquaintance with nightlife, his father and uncle didn’t often enter places with music from the current year and drinks that didn’t come from a tap. And he had to admit, it was a little strange to see them wandering around in his former life.

If he wanted to be completely honest, it felt a little bizarre being back in the middle of it himself.

“Why don’t you guys get a beer?” Alec told them. “Grab a seat and check out the girls. Some of them might be dudes but ya know, don‘t ask, don‘t tell-”

Someone poked him hard in the shoulder, but a hand on his elbow stilled him before he swung a fist.

“As I live and breathe,” someone said in his ear. “If it ain’t Alec come back to see us city folk.”

With a smile, Alec turned around. He took a look at gold pleather pants and a glittering halter top that he knew Cindy only wore when she wanted to get laid.

“You‘re here,” he grinned. “You got my call.”

“All sixty-four of ‘em, sugar.”

“It was kinda last minute,” Alec explained. “We had to come to town for… for business.” He fought the urge to pull Cindy closer so he could get the full scent of her hair and cheap aerosol perfume. There were too many people around, mixing up and overwhelming his senses. He stepped as close as he could instead, wanting her to seem as solid as the two men standing uncertainly behind him. “You remember them?” he asked. “Sam and Dean?”

“Sure,” her gaze flickered over his shoulder. “I remember them just fine.”

Alec realized that his family were already fading into the crowd to leave them alone.

“Where they goin’?” she asked.

“I dunno,” Alec couldn’t stop looking at her. “Who cares?”

“Buy me a drink,” Cindy finally gave him a smile that was brighter than the mega-watt bulbs blinking over the DJ booth. “This girl is broke.”

Letting her hands ease into his, Alec absently twisted the rings on her fingers.

“Rum and coke,” she said. “Easy on the coke.”

“You ever gonna answer that?”

“What? No.” Alec glanced down at his ringing phone. “I’m just late.”

He didn’t want to stop talking yet. They’d found a corner booth and he knew he hadn’t shut up for more than five seconds, but he didn’t care if he was doing the reunion thing all wrong.

“So," she asked. "What are you so late for?”

“I was supposed to be somewhere else an hour ago.”

Cindy raised an eyebrow.

“Sam doesn’t like this city too much. Makes him nervous.” Alec shrugged. “Can’t really argue with that one though, right? It’s a funky town.”

“Don’t see much of Max and Logan these days.”

Alec got quiet real fast. He’d been talking about boring country towns, boring national parks and boring drives in the car. When he thought about it, it was pretty generous of Cindy to give him an entire hour to babble about bullshit before coming around to it.

“Oh, yeah?” he said as carefully as he could. “How about Josh?”

“Last I heard he was doin’ okay,“ Cindy rolled a sip of rum in her mouth before she swallowed. “Max been caught up in her own thing for a while. I guess kinda like you. Kinda like everybody.”

Looking uneasily around at the packed club, he tried not to really think about how many months had passed since he’d been sitting at the bar. All he’d wanted was for this place to have looked as different as he felt, but when he looked at Cindy he knew he didn’t want that at all. “How is work?” he thought to ask. “You still taking shit from Normal?”

“As long as I got rent to pay,” she said. “Got another job on the weekends too. What about you?”

“W-What about me?”

“You workin’?”

It took Alec a second before he answered. “Yeah. There’s a family business.”

“That sounds nice.”

“It’s not.”

Cindy kept her gaze down at the melted ice in her glass.

“But I like it?” Alec said quickly. “It-It’s really hard sometimes and-and sometimes I don’t think I know what the hell I’m doing but-”

“Sugar, can I ask you somethin'?”

The heavy knot in his stomach suddenly felt a lot worse. Without thinking, he let his mind brush against hers, liking how her presence was as recognizable as her scent. But every question he dreaded was there too, the words coming in as loud and clear as her thoughts.

“Alec, are those guys for real? That man is really your father? I mean, you‘re really sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“B-But how can you be?”

Watching Cindy shift in her chair, he realized she was a little drunk. He hadn’t been paying attention to much of anything outside of the fact that she was sitting across the table. “Look, I know all this is weird. I know everything about it sounds like some kinda stupid story-”

“Baby, if this is all on the up and up then I don’t care what it sounds like,” she sighed. “I just don’t want … I don’t want you bein’ fooled by anything that might not be true.”

Alec felt his agitation flash uncomfortably into anger for a moment. It didn’t last long as he saw the look in her eyes. The last time he’d seen Cindy was that night back at Joshua’s place. The next morning him and his new family had taken off without much explanation and then ever since then he’d just… gotten slightly preoccupied.

He gulped down his untouched whiskey.

“I can tell you about it,” Alec said. “I can tell you some things if you want?”

Cindy’s expression turned into something that looked like hope.

Sitting back in his chair, Alec took a deep breath. “It all started when my dad faked his way into an ivy league college because he didn‘t want to be a loser that lived in a Chevy,” he paused. “Well, I guess it all started way before that, but I didn’t start until then. I mean, when he accidentally knocked up my mom and then-”

“Wait, he had to fake his grades?”

“No, his birth date. He was only 16.”

“And why the hell would any kid run away to go to school?”

Alec laughed before he could help himself.

He’d been meaning to ask the same exact thing for a long time.

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