FIC: Supernatural/Dark Angel - The Importance of Genetics - PG -2/?
Jess didn’t care for the whole credit card scam thing, Sam realized this once they got to Jericho and Jess whipped out her card before his dad even got his wallet out.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Title: The Importance of Genetics
Fandom:Supernatural/Dark Angel
Pairings: Sam/Jess, Alec/Max (mentions of Logan/Max)
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: So totally AU that it isn’t even funny. Instead of John Winchester going to Jericho, Dean went instead and subsequently disappeared.
The Importance of Genetics - Pt 2
Jess didn’t care for the whole credit card scam thing, Sam realized this once they got to Jericho and Jess whipped out her card before his dad even got his wallet out.
His dad had explained when they got gas how he was paying for everything; Jess had looked disapproving but not said a word.
Until John had tried to pay for their room in Jericho and even then she’d just pulled out her own card like she was in some Western and it was fastest draw of the credit card wins.
“My dad won’t get the bill for like two months so…” Jess shrugged it off his dads questioning look and after a brief moment where Sam thought his dad was going to argue with her he instead sighed and shoved his wallet back in his pocket.
“Is this the only motel in town?” John asked the man at the front counter instead.
“The only one that most people stay at,” the man shrugged, shoving a piece of paper at Jess to sign. “We’ve got clean sheets… Why?”
“I’m looking for my oldest son, the last time I heard from him he was in Jericho. Hector Aframian?”
“Yeah he was here, paid up for the whole month though we ain’t seen him in a couple of days. He was looking into those murders out on Centennial Highway.”
“Right,” John nodded. “Those missing men.”
“Yeah that was them, he said something like he thought he knew what was going on, haven’t seen him since,” the man scratched his head. “Haven’t been any more murders either so… either he knew what he was talking about or he was the one killing them. Though he looked kind of young to be responsible for all of them, unless maybe he was one of them… what do you call it? Copy cat killer guys.”
“Would it be possible to see the room he was staying in?” Sam asked, his father was silent beside him. Mind a million miles away and Sam knew that he was wondering why Dean would just leave, especially if he was paid up and he’d solved the mystery.
He should have laid back, relaxed and waited for the next unexplainable mystery via some random newspaper to cross his sights.
“Sure why not,” the man eyed them suspiciously then shrugged, digging around behind the counter and coming up with an old fashioned key much like the one that Jess was holding in her hand. “He was in room ten, it was on the end. Said he wanted his privacy, thought he was going to make noise or something but he was one of quietest people we’ve had here, and we get some screamers,” he leered at Jess and she arched an eyebrow at him unimpressed.
Sam was proud of her; personally he would have decked the guy but his father was tugging on his arm and Jess was following along behind them.
“Thank you for your help,” Jess called behind them. Sam rolled his eyes; even with some guy with like four teeth in his whole mouth undressing her with his eyes she was still polite.
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The room looked as if a tornado had blown through it. If Sam hadn’t had to share a room with Dean for a number of years he would have realized something was wrong before they found the blood and the half-eaten sandwich.
His father was just staring at the red on the floor. Sam wondered what he saw there.
On the wall there were red handprints, more blood and Sam closed his eyes. He didn’t need them open anymore to see the room.
Blood on the floor, blood on the wall, in front of the bathroom there was a half a shoeprint smudged that looked as if someone had walked through the blood at one point and then tried to clean up.
The chair had been overturned, two legs broken off. The desk was laying on its sides, all its legs intact though it had been broken in half.
Sam felt his stomach clench and Jess squeezed his arm tightly before going to kneel beside his father.
Less then a day and she’d already adopted his entire father. She was calling John dad, she hadn’t even met Dean and she felt his loss almost as keenly as Sam and his dad did.
“…we’ll find him,” she was whispering to his father and John reached out to squeeze her hand. Empty sentiments most likely, but Sam knew her well enough to know that she meant them.
She would help them do everything within their power to figure out what had happened in this room… and they would bring Dean home.
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Jess stared at the picture shoved into the frame of the mirror. She’d never seen it before; Sam had always been closed mouthed about his family. She’d only ever known that he had an older brother Dean, a father… that his mother had been killed when he was just a baby.
She’d hoped that someday he would tell her more, but she’d never pushed him because pushing him had only served to make him clam him, looking haunted.
Now she knew why.
Knew where that haunted expression came and why he hadn’t wanted to tell her.
John was sitting on the bed staring blankly at his hands. Sam’d had to help him to the room they’d rented and now her boyfriend tapped away on a laptop.
She could still see the blood in Dean’s room.
They’d asked questions but there’d been no reports of any sort of disturbance, what little they had been able to find out about Dean’s presence in Jericho was that he’d asked questions.
The right ones it seemed because Sam had crowed triumphantly when they’d determined that the thing causing the murders on Centennial Highway had been a Woman In White.
Constance Welch he’d waved the printout of the newspaper clipping in front of his fathers face.
It had been the only time in hours that John Winchester had shown any sign of still being there. He’d read the printout and directed Sam to go talk to Constance’s husband.
Joseph Welch had been no help, he’d had no kind words to say about Dean, Sam had reported.
Dean had asked questions, accused him of having an affair which had subsequently caused Constance to kill their two young children and then herself.
Jess thought that if Sam ever cheated on her she would rather kill him then their children and herself.
“Do you think he’s still alive?” John asked the question softly. Jess looked at him from where she was sitting cross-legged on the other bed. Sam looked up from his laptop with a pained expression on his face.
“We would know if he wasn’t,” Sam assured him. He sounded so sure of himself, so confident in the fact that there was no way that his big brother could be killed and he wouldn’t know that Jess believed him.
Before she saw the pain in his eyes, the despair. John wasn’t looking at him so he didn’t see, but Jess did.
And she thought that she’d never seen anything so sad as this broken family that kept losing members of itself.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Title: The Importance of Genetics
Fandom:Supernatural/Dark Angel
Pairings: Sam/Jess, Alec/Max (mentions of Logan/Max)
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: So totally AU that it isn’t even funny. Instead of John Winchester going to Jericho, Dean went instead and subsequently disappeared.
The Importance of Genetics - Pt 2
Jess didn’t care for the whole credit card scam thing, Sam realized this once they got to Jericho and Jess whipped out her card before his dad even got his wallet out.
His dad had explained when they got gas how he was paying for everything; Jess had looked disapproving but not said a word.
Until John had tried to pay for their room in Jericho and even then she’d just pulled out her own card like she was in some Western and it was fastest draw of the credit card wins.
“My dad won’t get the bill for like two months so…” Jess shrugged it off his dads questioning look and after a brief moment where Sam thought his dad was going to argue with her he instead sighed and shoved his wallet back in his pocket.
“Is this the only motel in town?” John asked the man at the front counter instead.
“The only one that most people stay at,” the man shrugged, shoving a piece of paper at Jess to sign. “We’ve got clean sheets… Why?”
“I’m looking for my oldest son, the last time I heard from him he was in Jericho. Hector Aframian?”
“Yeah he was here, paid up for the whole month though we ain’t seen him in a couple of days. He was looking into those murders out on Centennial Highway.”
“Right,” John nodded. “Those missing men.”
“Yeah that was them, he said something like he thought he knew what was going on, haven’t seen him since,” the man scratched his head. “Haven’t been any more murders either so… either he knew what he was talking about or he was the one killing them. Though he looked kind of young to be responsible for all of them, unless maybe he was one of them… what do you call it? Copy cat killer guys.”
“Would it be possible to see the room he was staying in?” Sam asked, his father was silent beside him. Mind a million miles away and Sam knew that he was wondering why Dean would just leave, especially if he was paid up and he’d solved the mystery.
He should have laid back, relaxed and waited for the next unexplainable mystery via some random newspaper to cross his sights.
“Sure why not,” the man eyed them suspiciously then shrugged, digging around behind the counter and coming up with an old fashioned key much like the one that Jess was holding in her hand. “He was in room ten, it was on the end. Said he wanted his privacy, thought he was going to make noise or something but he was one of quietest people we’ve had here, and we get some screamers,” he leered at Jess and she arched an eyebrow at him unimpressed.
Sam was proud of her; personally he would have decked the guy but his father was tugging on his arm and Jess was following along behind them.
“Thank you for your help,” Jess called behind them. Sam rolled his eyes; even with some guy with like four teeth in his whole mouth undressing her with his eyes she was still polite.
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The room looked as if a tornado had blown through it. If Sam hadn’t had to share a room with Dean for a number of years he would have realized something was wrong before they found the blood and the half-eaten sandwich.
His father was just staring at the red on the floor. Sam wondered what he saw there.
On the wall there were red handprints, more blood and Sam closed his eyes. He didn’t need them open anymore to see the room.
Blood on the floor, blood on the wall, in front of the bathroom there was a half a shoeprint smudged that looked as if someone had walked through the blood at one point and then tried to clean up.
The chair had been overturned, two legs broken off. The desk was laying on its sides, all its legs intact though it had been broken in half.
Sam felt his stomach clench and Jess squeezed his arm tightly before going to kneel beside his father.
Less then a day and she’d already adopted his entire father. She was calling John dad, she hadn’t even met Dean and she felt his loss almost as keenly as Sam and his dad did.
“…we’ll find him,” she was whispering to his father and John reached out to squeeze her hand. Empty sentiments most likely, but Sam knew her well enough to know that she meant them.
She would help them do everything within their power to figure out what had happened in this room… and they would bring Dean home.
*************************************************************
Jess stared at the picture shoved into the frame of the mirror. She’d never seen it before; Sam had always been closed mouthed about his family. She’d only ever known that he had an older brother Dean, a father… that his mother had been killed when he was just a baby.
She’d hoped that someday he would tell her more, but she’d never pushed him because pushing him had only served to make him clam him, looking haunted.
Now she knew why.
Knew where that haunted expression came and why he hadn’t wanted to tell her.
John was sitting on the bed staring blankly at his hands. Sam’d had to help him to the room they’d rented and now her boyfriend tapped away on a laptop.
She could still see the blood in Dean’s room.
They’d asked questions but there’d been no reports of any sort of disturbance, what little they had been able to find out about Dean’s presence in Jericho was that he’d asked questions.
The right ones it seemed because Sam had crowed triumphantly when they’d determined that the thing causing the murders on Centennial Highway had been a Woman In White.
Constance Welch he’d waved the printout of the newspaper clipping in front of his fathers face.
It had been the only time in hours that John Winchester had shown any sign of still being there. He’d read the printout and directed Sam to go talk to Constance’s husband.
Joseph Welch had been no help, he’d had no kind words to say about Dean, Sam had reported.
Dean had asked questions, accused him of having an affair which had subsequently caused Constance to kill their two young children and then herself.
Jess thought that if Sam ever cheated on her she would rather kill him then their children and herself.
“Do you think he’s still alive?” John asked the question softly. Jess looked at him from where she was sitting cross-legged on the other bed. Sam looked up from his laptop with a pained expression on his face.
“We would know if he wasn’t,” Sam assured him. He sounded so sure of himself, so confident in the fact that there was no way that his big brother could be killed and he wouldn’t know that Jess believed him.
Before she saw the pain in his eyes, the despair. John wasn’t looking at him so he didn’t see, but Jess did.
And she thought that she’d never seen anything so sad as this broken family that kept losing members of itself.