Mink (minkmix) wrote,

SPN/DA Fic: Incandesce 1 of ?

20. Zoology.
a. sexual receptiveness in animals, esp. females males.
b. the period or duration of such receptiveness: to be in

Title: Incandesce part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - ?
sequel to: With a Bang and The Aftershocks and Not a Whimper and The Ripple Effects
Author: Mink
Rating: SPN/DA Crossover - R - 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 unexpectedly goes into Heat. (see above) This is a problem.

It was hot in there. Too hot to sleep.

Alec woke up slowly, layer by layer until his muscles were all tense and jaw aching. Sliding his hands across the bare mattress, he gripped the edges as if it would help pull him from the dream of Manticore’s halls and back into the dark of the motel room. He shivered at the distant feel of the electric fan blowing hot air across his damp skin.

Letting out a soft growl, he tried to shrug off the lingering images that clung to his mind like a heavy sweat.

“S-Sam,” his voice was a shaky rasp. “Sam?”

The distant pound of car horns on the street below suddenly seemed as loud as his heart thudding in his chest. Every scent of the musty room was as overwhelming as the feel of the sheets clinging to his waist and drawn up tight between his thighs.

Gritting his teeth, he smothered a moan into his pillow.

Something was wrong.

Drawing in another deep breath, he fought from drifting back into the dream of the unventilated holding cells that Manticore kept deep underneath its labs. As more of the dream fell away, so did the memory of heavy straps that had long ago been used to keep his body in place. Struggling to wake, Alec was more than happy that his perfect recall failed to exactly recall just how many minutes, hours and days he’d had spent like that in the stifling dark of confinement. In fact, all he could remember for sure was that it happened once a year at around the same date.

Always on the same date.

Focusing his blurry eyes on the cracked plaster ceiling above his head, he experienced a moment of horror at the possibility that the dream wasn’t a dream at all. The motel they’d found downtown was a couple steps up from squatting and only had one room to sleep in. Trying to concentrate on an air vent rattling above his head, he finally heard his father shifting awake, his uncle stirring but not rousing from the other bed.

“Can you hear me?” Alec could barely breathe, each word short and barely there. “Please wake up. Please.”

A deep yawn and the small clamor of a watch and phone hitting the floor meant his father was finally conscious. Sam sat up straighter when he saw Alec in the dull light. “What is it?” he asked quietly. “What’s happening?”

“Sam…” Trying to sit up, he felt a flare of panic as he realized he couldn’t catch his breath. Instead of forcing himself to calm, all he could think about was the dream that had locked him back into the small rooms built with cinder block and sealed with white paint. And then he could feel the weight of it waiting to drop and crush him with the crash of chemicals flooding through his blood stream. From the look on Sam’s face he knew his father could now detect the heavy scent of the pheromones by now, rising from his skin and taking to the air like steam. “Something’s wrong, Sam… something’s wrong with me…”

His father’s presence was suddenly beside him, physically and in his mind, searching for an injury that wasn’t there. But Sam quickly found and understood something. “It’s okay, Alec,” his hand rested on Alec’s face, brushing back the sweat damp hair from his forehead. “I-I know about this. I read about the breeding program.”

Alec curled in onto himself in shame, his muscles shuddering as he fought the sickening surge of his instincts. He knew what he wanted would harm the average human body. He hoped like hell his father understood that too without the humiliation of Alec having to try and explain.

The urges sang painfully right down to his core.

The need.

The want.

He could feel the start of the madness that had required a man like him be locked away in solitary until he was deemed safe to be around others again.

“Oh no,” Alec clutched his head. “Oh god…”


“I’m sorry. I-I’m so sorry.”

His dad got the message loud and clear.

“Will this lock be enough?” Sam urgently asked, fumbling for the door. “Will anything in this building work?”

“The basement,” Alec said. “Try that. That might do it. Please don’t leave me alone. It’s worse when I’m all alone. I-I can‘t stand it when they leave me in the dark.”

“I won’t, Alec.”

Sam had him, blankets and all, lifting him and helping Alec walk. He liked the sensation of being crushed, his body wanting the physical contact even while all his being strained away from it. It felt right to be encased in his father’s arms, unable to do anything but follow down the stairs and into the safety of the cold cellar that had the possibility of containing him.

“I’ll get sedatives,” Sam whispered. “It’ll be okay.”

I don’t need sedatives, Alec thought. I need another X5. I need someone strong enough to take everything I have to give and brutal enough to hand it all back to me. I need a body that can take me without damage. I need, I need… Alec started panting again, his heart thudding so hard and fast it shook his body.

“Stay here,” Sam’s told him. “I’ll be back.”

Alec collapsed when his father let him go.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Both he and Sam stilled at Dean’s sudden presence on the stairs.

“Don’t ask,” Sam said. “Just get out.”

“What? No way-”

“Please, just go!” Alec cried. “Please…”

He whimpered when Dean’s scent struck him. Warm with sleep, heavy with dreaming, skin damp with a sweat that didn’t smell wrong, or different, or very bad at all. Alec slowly righted himself and locked in on him, like the animal he’d been trained so thoroughly to be. He studied the absence of Dean’s shirt and the vulnerable way he’d carelessly stood with his back against a wall. Narrowing his gaze, he tried to remember that he'd gone crazy but he couldn’t bring himself to care…

“Stop.” Sam ordered. “Now.”

With a blink of surprise, Alec stumbled backwards as his vision went momentarily dark and a spike of pain flashed behind his eyes. There was a soft brush of his father’s assurance behind it, an apology with a promise that he wouldn‘t let Alec lose control.

“Everything’s gonna be fine, Alec,” Sam said. “Just try to focus.”

“I’m trying,” Alec said. “I’m trying, but I…”

“Dean,” Sam warned. “Leave.”

“W-What’s a matter with him?“ Dean had stepped back a few feet. “Is he sick?”

“Gift from Manticore,” Sam was trying to shove his brother up the stairs. “They did something to induce a… a state in male transgenics… and it’s dangerous. We have to keep him down here until it’s over.”

“What? Why now? He’s never-”

“We’ll figure that out later,” Sam muttered. “Right now you have to leave this room!”

“Just wait a second!”


“You smell weird,” Dean was leaning closer. “You smell like… something.”

“Get offa me, Dean! Just listen and get out of here!”

“S-Sam,” Alec forced himself to stay on the other side of the room. “It might be affecting you too.”

“No,no,no,” Sam shook his head. “T-That’s not possible.” But he was holding onto Dean’s arm much too tightly, keeping him from going back up the stairs.

“The kid might be right,” Dean slowly shrugged away. He was breathing deeply now too, like the air got to humid and thick to keep taking in like normal. Blinking up at Sam uneasily, he started to back away. “I think I should go now… I think I’ll go upstairs and…and….”

“Call Logan.” Sam nodded briskly. “We need tranquilizers. Lots and lots of tranquilizers.”

Alec studied them in confusion. They couldn’t both be affected. Even if Sam’s biology was reacting to Alec, Dean didn’t have the right chemistry to pick up the scent.

The scent.

His mind suddenly flashed to the desired presence of another X5. He could see a body ready and willing for him, a convenient transgenic eager to do anything he wanted. A female. A male. Maybe both at the same time. The mental images overloaded into a physical reaction that rapidly shifted into keen pain. Alec fell to the ground, holding his head in his hands.

Ah!” Sam hit the floor on his knees.

Fuck.” Dean stumbled into the wall.

Both his uncle and father gasped out loud moments after he had, Sam kneeling by the door and Dean on the stairs. Alec stared at them for a moment before he realized they had been knocked down by what he’d just experienced. Oh god, was he broadcasting this stuff through the air like everything else in his goddamn head?

“Dean!” Sam rasped.

“I’m so going!”

Alec watched his uncle stagger up the stairs as fast as he could. For some reason he remembered the first time he had met his family and the handcuffs they had brought along to make sure he did no harm.

He sincerely hoped they still had a pair handy.

Tags: alec pov, gen, incandesce, spn/da crossover, with a bang
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