sequel to: With a Bang and The Aftershocks and Not a Whimper and The Ripple Effects
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. The Winchesters slowly find out that they've been brought to Seattle for a reason.
Alec knew he was near the water although he couldn’t see a thing.
As consciousness slowly returned all his pain come back into agonizing focus. With a moan, he shifted on the cold cement floor and coughed on the musty air. To Alec the whole entire city usually smelled like low tide, but being right on the docks always smelled worse. Heaving himself over onto his side, he flexed his numb hands cuffed behind his back and shook his head from side to side. He tried to stifle his panic when he quickly figured out that the blackout was because of a blindfold. But to his surprise there was nothing keeping him from using his mouth, although when he tried to speak there was only a weak rasp that he could barely hear himself.
He stilled at the sound of his name.
“Alec, can you hear me?”
“D-Dean?” Behind all the confusion of scents he could still pick up the familiar scent of his uncle’s sweat. “Where are you?”
“I’m about ten feet away but I can‘t get any closer.”
“I-I can’t see,” Alec breathed. “I can’t see anything.” He struggled with the blindfold again, desperately rubbing against the floor in an attempt to work it loose. But his panic only grew when his efforts did nothing but scrape his bruised face on the concrete. “Dean, please, don’t let them leave me in here. Please, Dean…please…I‘ll go crazy if they leave me in the dark. I can‘t do it, I can‘t-”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Dean said. “I’m not going anywhere, all right?”
Alec wretched his wrists hard enough to make himself cry out in pain. He didn’t know where he was or why but the only people who could alter his chemistry like this were his former owners. And this was all becoming a lot like all the other times they’d confined him for the inducement into a breeding cycle. It always started in the dark. The long endless weeks of unrelenting dark. The agony of being left alone until they remembered to medicate or feed him. Continual sensory deprivation leaving him unable to catch his breath or stop his heart from trying to burst from his chest. And it was all happening again, it was all happening right now and there was nothing he could do to stop it… He heard some frantic whimpering and realized he was listening to himself twisting and thrashing in his restraints like some frenzied animal caught in a snare.
“Alec! Alec listen to me!” Dean demanded. “You gotta calm down!”
The words forced Alec to go still, wishing and hoping the comforting feel of his uncle’s hands would settle on his feverish skin. But from the noisy metallic clink of another set of handcuffs being yanked repeatedly in frustration, Alec knew Dean was trussed up just like he was.
“Are you hurt anywhere, Alec?”
“Good question,” With a groan, Alec rolled over onto his knees and tried to sit up. “Lemme get back to you on that one.”
“I need you to tell me a joke.”
“Just do it.”
Trying to wrap his mind around the request, he grunted when his attempt to stand landed him hard back on the floor. “I know about 165 knock-knock jokes, 2190 blonde jokes and a bunch of racist anecdotes that are mostly about Polish people but-”
Alec stopped when he heard his uncle’s tired laugh.
“Okay, okay,” Dean said. “Just checkin’.”
“I just wanna know if…” Dean paused. “…I just wanna know if you can think straight.”
Alec felt humiliation seep in under his fear. He knew that all his chemical induced thoughts had been broadcasting like a radio station. And he remembered his father and uncle getting hit with every single thought that had crossed his mind. “I-I’m sorry, Dean. I can’t stop it. I can’t-I can’t help it.”
Alec gave up on trying to get on his feet and weakly tested the metal on his wrists again. “Where are we?” he asked. “What’s going on? Where‘s Sam?”
“Right now you just gotta try concentrate on keeping it together,” Dean told him. “You got to try real hard ‘cause I think someone is messing with you. I think they did it to get to Sam. I think someone wanted you guys to lose control.”
“But why?” Alec’s voice broke. “Who the hell would be that stupid?”
Dean didn’t answer.
Alec swallowed back another surge of panic as his dazed thoughts slowly began to clear. He’d woken up in that motel with every nerve in his body on fire and a need so bad he could barely breathe. “Did-Did I hurt someone?” he sagged miserably back onto the floor, drawing his knees up to his chest. “You have to tell me if I did. I don’t remember what happened after Sam took me downstairs.” He clenched his fists behind his back as memories flashed and faded, as surreal and vague as the faint recall of a dream. “We went down to the basement and then… and then I…” Alec stopped, his heart pounding as he suddenly remembered the feel of her hands and the silk of long dark hair falling down over his face…
“You still with me, Alec?”
“Max was there,” he said. “She said she had a plan.”
Alec groaned as his sated need was reignited with the memory of her touch. His flushed skin was suddenly over heated again with a fresh sweat, a flood of adrenaline making his already tensed body begin to shake.
“Hang in there, kiddo,” Dean said. “I’ll…I’ll get us out of here.”
Alec felt the wet burn behind the blindfold as he squeezed his eyes shut. He could stretch his thoughts out wide enough to reassure himself with his uncle’s presence, but he wanted to find his father. Alec pushed it further, barreling blindly through the quiet space all around him until he found what he was looking for. There were people somewhere above them in the building. It was some kind of warehouse on the wharf and besides himself and Dean, there were only three living souls within its empty halls. Alec counted them again to make sure while straining to understand the whisper of their conversation. But out of the three unintelligible voices, one set of thoughts were swiftly becoming as clear and strong as if they were his very own.
“Sam?” Alec asked hopefully. Sam, it’s me.
But for some reason his father didn’t answer him. It was almost as if Alec could see Sam turn his head away as he gently withdrew Alec from his thoughts. Alec could have sworn he heard a soft sigh of apology as his father’s mind went as blank and silent as if he‘d never been there at all. Alec frantically tried to reach him again but he knew that trick well enough. He’d put up a few walls himself when he was hiding and didn’t want to be found.
But why would Sam want to hide from him?
“Can you move?” Dean asked. “Can you come any closer over here?”
Alec dragged himself up onto his knees, shuffling awkwardly until Dean told him to stop.
“There, okay, now just lay down,” Dean sounded like he was right next to him. “Just lean this way, that’s it.”
Alec collapsed against the metal bars at his back and realized they were separated by some kind of holding cells. But he calmed as soon as he felt a hand reach through the bars and smooth through his sweat damp hair. He pressed closer to the touch even though he knew it would make his biology go haywire with the physical contact. But the steady stroking made him strangely sleepy instead of anxious. He felt Dean’s fingertips briefly try to work at the knotted blindfold but he couldn’t get the tight strap loose either. But for some reason Alec didn’t care so much about not being able to see anymore. Alec sagged in resigned exhaustion when Dean gave up to rest his hand on Alec’s face.
“They shouldn’t have left you in here with me,” Alec whispered. “They should have put you somewhere else.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Dean said softly. “I can handle it.”
“Dean…” Alec tried to keep the waver out of his voice and failed. “You should be scared of me.”
“Well, I’m not.”
“I guess I’m just stupid like that.”
Alec’s mind began to drift, the impossible bliss of sleep soothing the stutter of his thoughts, and the promise of real rest making the cold floor something close to tolerable. But just because the pitch black wasn’t as worrisome as it had been before didn’t mean he liked silences any better.
“Your turn to tell a joke,” Alec requested drowsily. “All of ‘em.”
Dean sighed and got more comfortable on the other side of the bars.
“Did I ever tell you the one about the werewolf, the changeling and the satanic boy scout?”
Alec was pretty sure he had, but he was too tired to interrupt. He was content to listen as he was lulled away from this place even if it was only for an hour. Dean's voice followed him down into the quiet spiral of slumber, and stayed there even after the dreams had closed over his head.
Gentle and reassuring, like the feel of Dean's fingers tangled in his hair.