Mink (minkmix) wrote,

SPN/DA Fic: (Minor Tremor 7)

I haven't been feeling very well lately so not much writing has been done. However! Here's another blast from the past that I never finished for whatever reason....-mink

These Minor Tremors are the stories within this AU that don't really fit anywhere in particular. They tend to be humor-oriented (but not this one) and so far they all take place in Blue Earth.

Title: (Minor Tremor 1) - (Minor Tremor 2) - (Minor Tremor 3) - (Minor Tremor 4) - (Minor Tremor 5) - (Minor Tremor 6) - (Minor Tremor 7) - (Minor Tremor 8) - (Minor Tremor 9) - (Minor Tremor 10) - (Minor Tremor 11)
accompaniment(s) to: With a Bang
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. In his former job Alec was required to travel extensively.

“Rough night, huh?”


Alec groaned as the tightly drawn kitchen curtains were parted to let in the glare of the early dawn. Fumbling for the sunglasses on the table, he tried to ignore his retinas sizzling like they’d just been pressed to the surface of the sun.

“I was up pretty late,” Dean said. “Don’t think I heard you come in.”

“I was pushing the car down the road but I got pretty tired because that shit is all up hill so I left it there. It’s better to conserve anyway. It’s better for the world, our children, our children’s children and those who may one day choose to run uneconomical gas guzzlers like that piece of-”

“I don’t see my car either.”

“That’s because I never got past Route 30,” he blindly groped for the spoon in his cereal. “She’s locked up tight though. I think.”

Blue Earth wasn’t a real happening town and as hard as Alec might have tried to find the party, there weren’t any to be found. Lucky for him the nearby highway was a gateway to plenty of places as good as any to find booze and meet new people. He was mostly concerned with meeting new people with boobs but-

Something landed softly on the table.

“What’s this?” Alec asked.

“What’s it look like?”

Alec picked up the small slip of paper and flipped it over to squint at its front and back. Being quizzed and giving a wrong answer used to bring a lot more than the possibility of being incorrect. It was annoying that just getting a little tired made his reluctance resurface. “It looks like a check,” he said. “For twenty-three dollars and thirteen cents. Why does it have my name on it?”

Dean shook the empty box of corn flakes Alec had found on the counter. “You think you been chasin’ raccoons for free?”

Deciding not to answer that question, Alec glanced over the somber church stationary that accompanied the pay stub. “I’ve never seen a real paper check before,” he held it up to the light. “Ya know, except in the movies.”

“Don’t spend it all in one place.”

“I was thinking about taking a trip to Paris.”

“Yeah well, send me a postcard.” Dean sat down and took Alec’s bowl. “And one of those mimes.”

As the spoon was yanked out of his hand, Alec let his mind wander to the streets of the city that he hadn‘t actually set eyes on in quite some time. It occurred to him how many months had passed since he‘d walked the avenues and strolled the boulevards. “It’s pretty nice there I guess,” he gnawed on his sunglasses. “I wonder if the Eiffel Tower is still lit up with that stupid laser show.”

“Laser show?”

“Remember that thing?” Alec said. “They used to light the entire tower up at night like a casino in Vegas. But lamer.”

“Guess I don’t.“

“Better than London though, right?” Alec asked with a grin. “That stupid Ferris wheel was a real classy addition to the skyline. I thought British people were supposed to have more taste than everyone else.”

Alec yawned and realized his uncle had taken his coffee mug too.

“So?“ Dean asked. “Where else you been?”

“Lots of places,” Alec imagined a sign that read: Join the Manticore. See the World! “Touched every continent twice except the Antarctic. Think I might have gone to the moon a couple of times too.”


Alec studied Dean for a second to make sure the use of the word was real and not mockery. But to his surprise his uncle appeared legitimately impressed. He glanced up at the sound of thunder, the morning sun fading with the churn of clouds.

“How about you guys?” Alec asked. “Bet you got some good stories.”

“Pass the milk would ya?”

Alec slid the carton across the table. “What’s the coolest place you‘ve been?” he was ready to counter anything Dean said with the jungle temples in Cambodia. Or maybe the outrageous street festivals in Brazil. He kind of liked the shady northern parts of Africa too. “Name it.”

“Been to a great bar down in Mexico a few times,” Dean shrugged. “And Canada but I’m pretty sure that doesn’t count as a foreign country.”

Alec had to hand to the guy. His uncle could make almost anything come out of his mouth and sound like the God’s honest truth. But he didn’t feel like playing along. “Seriously, when was the last time you jumped a few time zones?”

“What did I just say?”

“Yeah right,” Alec laughed and rolled his eyes. “Like you’ve never been to Paris.

Dean turned his attention back to his cereal.

“’Cause I mean,” Alec quickly said. “Every body’s been to Paris. A-At least once?”

“Hey, how about K-Ky-Kyrgyzstan?” Dean sounded like he was trying to clear his throat. “Is that a real place or just something to screw up those Spelling Bee kids?”

“Yeah, it’s for real,” Alec said. “But if you ever plan on visiting you’d better bring your running shoes. Their border patrols have about five annoying dogs to every armed man-”

“What about the rest of Russia?”

He was about to start reading down the list of every province of the area along with the names of pertinent cities, but something about reciting information didn’t feel as fun as it usually did. Alec didn’t like the way his uncle had lowered his gaze and was no longer looking him in the eye. The jarring rattle of the garbage disposal made him jump as Dean experimentally clicked it on and off.

“Thought about going to the Caribbean once,” Dean said. “For a job a few years back.”

“Why didn’t you go?”

“Don’t remember.”

Alec thought about the car he’d left abandoned on the side of the road. That ancient Chevy of theirs had probably taken them from one side of the continental United States and back again a million times. It might have even have traveled as far to equal a trip out into space, but Alec knew that the black paint had done nothing but reflect the same old street lights from one town after another.

He shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

“Hey, about all that stuff I said about Paris? Not everyone goes there. I mean, some French people don’t even go to Paris and they live there. It’s totally not the big deal everyone makes it out to be. There’s the museums, art galleries and the awesome food, but other than that it’s a complete bust.”

“I heard they don’t clean up after their dogs.”

“Yeah, it’s gross.”

Dean held his breath before putting his hand down into the blocked sink. Digging around, he gave Alec a wink when he yanked out the bent fork that was causing all the ruckus.

“B-But Kyrgyzstan can be nice in the summer?” Alec said. “It’s really pretty if you like mountains and being cold and wet in them.”

“Maybe we’ll go sometime,” Dean flipped the dishrag over his shoulder. “You, me and Sammy. While we’re out there we can check out that other place that’s always in the news. T-Ta-Tajiki-Takitstani-”


“Yeah, that one.”

“I’ve never been there,” Alec admitted. “Unless you count the airport.”

“That’s okay,” Dean said. “I’m real good with languages.”

Alec smiled back, suddenly aware that he was still exhausted and hungry. For the first time in days, the bed up in the attic with the rain thudding on the roof sounded like the best place to be. He got up and got ready to make the long walk up the two flights of stairs.

“Hold on,” Dean said. “There’s a gas can out back.”


“It’ll fill her up enough to drive her to the station,” Dean told him. “And then you can top her off. But don’t fill her up all the way, the intake seal is coming loose and I don’t want it to-”

“But I just got home,” Alec looked towards the stairs. “A-And Route 30 is over ten miles away.”

“Then you’d better do some double time.”

Alec caught the umbrella aimed at his head as he made his way down the back porch steps. But he didn’t open it. He didn’t even bother to blur to make the long walk a shorter one. Looking up into Blue Earth’s gray sky he let the rain drops splatter on his face and didn‘t mind the feel of them. He had to admit, the weather sure did look the same no matter where you went. If he squinted hard enough the cornfields could just as easily be the rise of any mountain range. And if he concentrated on the ground, the mud under his boots could be the dirt alongside any ocean on the planet.

He glanced back at the house, sitting with its windows lit and chimney smoking under the clouds. Picking up his pace he changed his mind and decided to bring the car back as fast as possible.

Maybe Dean had a point.

Besides a few parties there wasn’t much to miss out here anyway.

Tags: aftershocks, alec pov, gen, minor tremors, spn/da crossover, with a bang
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