Alec - Not His Night
Fandom: Supernatural/Dark Angel
Title: Not His Night
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Characters: Dean and Sam Winchester and Alec McDowell
xoverland Theme: Doppleganger
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Alec was just looking to have a quiet night out.
Author’s Note: I have written Alec meeting Dean in so many different ways, that it took me a while to figure out how to do this. But this is the first time I’ve written it from Alec’s POV.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone mentioned herein. They belong to FOX and Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Alec would like it stated that he did not pick this fight.
Alec doesn’t pick fights. He doesn’t have to. If he wants to kick someone’s ass, he does it, and it’s over in about five seconds. He was that good. But this? This was new. This was weird. This was … well, he wasn’t really sure what it was. He was pretty sure that this was the first time in a fight that someone had tried to intentionally yank his ear off. It was unsettling.
“Ow ow ow, hey!” He threw in a bit of X5 strength as he shoved Gigantor off him. The guy had a few inches on him, but Alec would always be able to take him, fair fight or not. “That’s my ear, asshat! I’m a little attached to it.”
The guy just looked confused. It was almost as though he had been expecting something different. Alec was tempted to ask what gave him the idea that randomly trying to yank someone’s ear off would be okay, but then another guy came up behind him, and Alec ‘s jaw nearly hit the floor.
“Sammy, what’s the-son of a bitch!”
“Hey, be nice to my mother.” Not that he had one, but it just seemed like the thing to say there. Especially when he’s staring at his double. What the fuck. “Especially cuz it’s almost like saying that about yours.”
Not-him surged forward at that, but the ‘Sammy’ guy held him back, grabbing him by the arms. “Dean! Dean-that’s not a shapeshifter.”
“It’s not?!”
“‘It’ is a ‘he,’ actually, and you thought I was a what?” Alec was so confused that he wasn’t really thinking about what was coming out of his mouth. If he had known what a shapeshifter was, he would have told them that they had the wrong species of non-human, but right now-confusion.
“Shapeshifter. Look, it’s a long story-I’m sorry we bothered you.” With that ‘Sammy’ was dragging his brother down the alleyway outside the bar and heading towards the sidewalk, and Dean was reluctantly going with him, and that wasn’t sitting well with Alec. At all. You can’t just try yank someone’s ear off, call them a shapeshifter, and then try and haul their friend/relative/acquaintance with their face away without giving him a goddamn explanation. It did mean sacrificing some of his own secrets, but that could be dealt with later. He blurred ahead of him, hitting the mouth of the alley before they did and giving them both a glare.
“Okay, look. You can’t just show up with my face, attack and not explain. It’s not polite. It’s especially not polite if you call them something they’re not and try and yank their ear off. So spill. Now.”
The two men looked at each other before sighing. “My name is Dean Winchester,” the one with his face began. “And this is my brother Sam.”
“We hunt the supernatural.”
… Okay. This was really not his night.
Title: Not His Night
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Characters: Dean and Sam Winchester and Alec McDowell
xoverland Theme: Doppleganger
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Alec was just looking to have a quiet night out.
Author’s Note: I have written Alec meeting Dean in so many different ways, that it took me a while to figure out how to do this. But this is the first time I’ve written it from Alec’s POV.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone mentioned herein. They belong to FOX and Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Alec would like it stated that he did not pick this fight.
Alec doesn’t pick fights. He doesn’t have to. If he wants to kick someone’s ass, he does it, and it’s over in about five seconds. He was that good. But this? This was new. This was weird. This was … well, he wasn’t really sure what it was. He was pretty sure that this was the first time in a fight that someone had tried to intentionally yank his ear off. It was unsettling.
“Ow ow ow, hey!” He threw in a bit of X5 strength as he shoved Gigantor off him. The guy had a few inches on him, but Alec would always be able to take him, fair fight or not. “That’s my ear, asshat! I’m a little attached to it.”
The guy just looked confused. It was almost as though he had been expecting something different. Alec was tempted to ask what gave him the idea that randomly trying to yank someone’s ear off would be okay, but then another guy came up behind him, and Alec ‘s jaw nearly hit the floor.
“Sammy, what’s the-son of a bitch!”
“Hey, be nice to my mother.” Not that he had one, but it just seemed like the thing to say there. Especially when he’s staring at his double. What the fuck. “Especially cuz it’s almost like saying that about yours.”
Not-him surged forward at that, but the ‘Sammy’ guy held him back, grabbing him by the arms. “Dean! Dean-that’s not a shapeshifter.”
“It’s not?!”
“‘It’ is a ‘he,’ actually, and you thought I was a what?” Alec was so confused that he wasn’t really thinking about what was coming out of his mouth. If he had known what a shapeshifter was, he would have told them that they had the wrong species of non-human, but right now-confusion.
“Shapeshifter. Look, it’s a long story-I’m sorry we bothered you.” With that ‘Sammy’ was dragging his brother down the alleyway outside the bar and heading towards the sidewalk, and Dean was reluctantly going with him, and that wasn’t sitting well with Alec. At all. You can’t just try yank someone’s ear off, call them a shapeshifter, and then try and haul their friend/relative/acquaintance with their face away without giving him a goddamn explanation. It did mean sacrificing some of his own secrets, but that could be dealt with later. He blurred ahead of him, hitting the mouth of the alley before they did and giving them both a glare.
“Okay, look. You can’t just show up with my face, attack and not explain. It’s not polite. It’s especially not polite if you call them something they’re not and try and yank their ear off. So spill. Now.”
The two men looked at each other before sighing. “My name is Dean Winchester,” the one with his face began. “And this is my brother Sam.”
“We hunt the supernatural.”
… Okay. This was really not his night.