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: Sam POV & Alec POV. The Winchesters slowly find out that they've been brought to Seattle for a reason.
Alec tried not to listen to Dean’s foot come down on the fat body of the rat.
It didn’t die easily, thrashing and squealing as the heel of his boot ground it into the cement floor. The legs were still twitching when Dean decided that he was done. With one blank look in Alec’s direction, he scraped his boot clean on one of the metal bars of their cell.
“Guess you showed him, huh?” Alec said.
His uncle said nothing.
Dean leaned down to examine the bottles of water and a duffel bag that Max had left behind. She’d been gone for a while but Dean hadn’t given them any notice until now. There were a few pop-lid tins of meat and pickled vegetables. His uncle paused to look through few freeze dried packets that could have contained who knew what. It was standard fare here in the city if you didn’t have the means to get your hands on the good stuff.
“You really gonna eat that?” Alec tried. “It could have all expired since before the Pulse.”
A small pocketknife came out of the bag and started in on one of the cans.
“Hey,” Alec said. “How about using that handy knife of yours to let me free?” His frustration grew as Dean continued to ignore every word coming out of Alec’s mouth.
Alec tried to get comfortable in his seat against the bars, but with his hands still behind his back and his vision restored all he could concentrate on were the symbols scrawled from floor to ceiling. To his dazed senses it slowly became clear that Dean’s cell door was still standing open and wasn‘t going to be locked again any time soon. Not to mention the fact that Max had granted Dean even further freedom from the handcuffs which she’d removed before she’d left.
He didn’t mean to tense when Dean pressed the bottle to his mouth.
“D-Dean, are you okay?” Alec sputtered when the water came too fast. “Say something! Anything?”
Studying Dean’s eyes, he could see there was nothing unusual in the familiar gaze. The man’s face always looked ready for a laugh, and when there were none his uncle would just make up a few jokes for his own sake. But not now. Now all Alec could see was wariness and exhaustion.
“Dean,” Alec was breathless from gulping down water as quickly as he could. “I-I know that person isn’t Max anymore. I knew she must of brought us here for some reason….” But thing was he couldn’t figure out what function Dean now played in their game. “What-What did she do to you?”
Looking through the bag of freeze dried chow, Dean used his teeth to rip it open and measure some water into it.
“Dean, please, stop,” Alec heard his voice waver “Please just say anything. Say you’re ok. Say you gotta do this stuff for the cameras-”
The hand at Alec’s neck surprised him, brutally squeezing until stars began to burst in front of his eyes. Dean’s grip tightened further, forcing Alec to open his mouth in an effort to draw in more air. But before he could think about breathing again, Dean was pouring the slurry of mashed food down his throat. He frantically tried to use his mind to perceive what his eyes couldn’t, but the wards that had been placed all around him made it almost impossible to-
The bag of mush fell to the floor and slowly oozed into a puddle on the floor.
“S-Stop it.” Dean’s distant stare hardened into anger. “Stop.”
“Sorry,” But Alec didn’t really mean it. He leaned closer to his uncle and tried prying into his head again with the same results. “You don’t like that do you?” he forced a smirk. “You don’t like it when someone tries to mess up your head game.”
Alec had no idea who he was talking to but it wasn’t to Dean. His uncle was there, that was for sure, but he wasn’t behind the wheel. Because when he’d managed for one second to get a peek inside he heard Dean, the real Dean, writhing like a man in a cage and breathless with rage. Max had done something but it was nothing like a possession.
Alec slumped back slowly against the bars and watched while his uncle carefully prepared a loaded syringe.
Whatever Max had done to him, she’d made him one of the enemy.
Sam thought he’d be able to sense Logan long before he saw him but he couldn’t feel a thing in the gloom of the dark warehouse. The further he walked towards the back of the building the lights became fewer and fewer in between. But it was easy to spot the room Max had mentioned, a single door way at the end of the corridor lit up the opposite wall in a perfect wavering rectangle.
Logan’s voice sounded tired and slightly pleased, as if Sam had just interrupted something tedious and was a thankful distraction. He turned in his chair and greeted Sam with a warm smile, the flashing and stuttering of a bank of computers lining several cluttered desks that erratically brightened the walls with light.
“We’re really glad to have you with us,” Logan said. “It will really help things along.”
“So I heard.” Sam walked a few more feet into the room, glancing at the dripping candles that sat on the window sill. “Mind telling me why?”
“Not at all.”
Sam blinked uncertainly when the other man stood, seeing Logan’s image flicker for a moment like a hologram with a glitch. He quickly stepped back into the doorway, his hand automatically going for the gun that wasn‘t there.
“Come on in,” Logan said. “I’d like to show you something.”
“What’s this about?” Sam asked. “Inducing Alec. Bringing us here. What’s the deal?”
Sam swallowed nervously when he saw Logan flicker again as he stepped closer and held out his hands.
“The deal is simple really,” he said. “I’m interested in finding gates.”
“Gates,” Sam repeated. “Why?”
“Come closer,” Logan motioned to the busy monitors behind him. “I’ll show you.”
Before doing as he was asked, Sam reached out with all of his senses to determine Logan’s state of mind. It was calm. A little too calm considering everything that was going on. There was also something strange surrounding Logan’s thoughts too, something like the walls he’d seen Alec use to block him out. Sam stepped closer, raising his hand slightly as if judging heat from a fire. Just as he started to feel the flimsy barrier around Logan’s mind falter, he noticed the man’s smile had faded away.
“Why did you bring me here?” Sam demanded. “What do you want with my son?”
“We need you both, Sam.”
Sam suddenly was blinded when the room silently ignited with dazzling light. Staring down at the floor, his heart began to pound as bright colors started to shift beneath his feet. First he recognized a standard devil’s trap, and then it quickly morphed into a modified version of another ward he'd used before. But before he could identify its use the entire thing had changed again into a blaze of symbols he’d never seen. They kept changing and changing at a rate that made him dizzy and sick to his stomach.
And to Sam’s horror he quickly realized he couldn’t move.
“W-What is this?” Sam demanded. “What have you done?”
“It’s a simple program actually,” Logan was watching the symbols swirl and reform, the glow hiding his eyes behind his glasses. “It’s just a liquid image display monitor. You can make it do anything you’d like.”
Sam went cold as the floor suddenly gleamed a soft blue.
“Lots of people use them on their walls to display art,” Logan said. “The picture quality is almost flawless. Ain't technology great?”
Bracing himself, Sam used all he had to form a lash of energy that would disable the man. He could feel his defeat before he was even finished, the lines of power doubling back within the confines of the symbols and striking him instead. With a gasp he landed on his knees, the wards underneath his hands whirling like liquid into another ward. Again and again and again… Sam felt like he was slowly being crushed into the floor. With all the strength he had left, he forced his head up to find Logan observing him.
But he didn’t look like Logan anymore.
Logan laughed but it sounded strange and forced. “The gates. I know you can find them. At least I think you can. Not alone of course. But that‘s where Alec comes in.”
“W-Why the hell would I ever help you?” Sam stared as Logan’s features melted and reformed. “Who are you?”
“You don’t recognize me?” Logan’s voice was changing too. “That really hurts my feelings, Sammy.”
As he watched Logan’s form finally solidified. It was a tall man. Broad shoulders. Dark skin and darker eyes. The thing that had taken Logan’s body had now assumed its own form, as solid and real as any living and breathing being in the flesh. It was hunter Sam used to know. And it was one of the most dangerous hunters he’d ever had the misfortune to meet.
“Gordon,” Sam gasped. “How-How did you-”
“Claw my way out of the pit?” Gordon’s grin was as wide and bright as ever. “Just like all the other lucky ones did.”
“Max isn’t Max anymore,” Gordon’s shoulders hitched in a small laugh. “I’m not even sure what that thing is. All I know is that the binding magic I used worked and the beast using her skin will do whatever I tell it to.”
Sam tried to turn around when he heard footsteps.
It was Dean.
“Just like your brother, Sammy,“ Gordon said. “He’s mine now.”
Sam struggled to get to his feet but the symbols under him kept rapidly shifting and changing before he could figure a way out of it. With a light headed sense of disbelief he realized Gordon had created the perfect prison for any demon or half-breed.
Staying well outside the kaleidoscope of circles on the floor, Gordon crouched down to look Sam right in the eye.
“So,” he said. “Let’s talk business.”