DA/SPN Fic: The Reluctant Big Brother
Title: "The Reluctant Big Brother"
Author: lori_leaf
Betas: nocturnal08 and kara_winchester
Rating: PG (mild swearing)
Summary: Sam develops Middle Child issues.
Author's Notes: This is part of my Fox 'Verse. It works as a stand-alone story. The only thing you need to know is this is a crossover between Dark Angel and Supernatural. I've messed with both timelines. It's 2007, Dean is 19, Sam is 15. John found Alec in a school during an undercover mission. Alec is 10 years old. He's been living with the Winchesters at Bobby's house for a few weeks.
Sam Winchester did not want to be anyone's big brother. For one thing, the new kid was constantly snooping around. Alec had no concept of personal space, or privacy. When Sam caught him rummaging through Sam’s duffel, the brat didn't even have the decency to look guilty. He was looking for socks he said. Sure. Like Sam's socks would even fit the runt.
One of the worst things about their little tag along was the way Alec would perch somewhere high in the room and stare down at Sam, like prey. The freak always managed to find some impossible way to gain a higher altitude. One of his favorite places in the kitchen was sitting on top of the fridge. Everyone else seemed to find this cute. Sam thought Alec was like a pit bull. It might look cute, but it’s liable to bite your hand off one day. It was a mistake to think of Alec as anything but feral.
And another thing, the kid was freaky. Alec never seemed to sleep. Sure he'd bunk down like a real boy at night, but he was never there in the morning. Sam had woken up a few times in the middle of the night and Alec was gone. Sam didn't even want to guess at where the kid disappeared to. When he warned his Dad about Alec's disappearing act, Dad just shrugged and said so long as he was quiet and didn’t leave the house, it didn’t bother him if he didn’t stay in bed. Bullshit. If Sam dared to wander around at all hours of the morning, his Dad would have nailed his ass to the bed. Alec got away with murder when it came to John Winchester.
When Alec ate Sam's entire candy stash, John just shook his head. Alec stole the book Sam was reading and then gleefully told him the ending. John didn't care. Alec broke the bed by jumping on it. John seemed freakin' happy the kid was in a good mood. It wasn't fair!
He also strongly suspected that the kid was a klepto. Little things kept showing up in Sam's duffel. He'd find a pack of cards, an earring, some Canadian coins... just little trinkets. Sam wondered if Alec put them there because the runt was setting him up to take a fall, or because he figured Sam was too dumb to realize who was doing it. Sam didn't like either option. A few days ago Sam mentioned that he wanted the sequel to the book he was reading, but Dad said no. A few days later he found the book in his bag. Sam definitely thought Alec was trying to get him in trouble. He'd had to read the book in the bathroom, for god's sake! If Dad caught him with it, things would have gotten ugly.
The runt was already the reason Sam had extra training. Alec did all these little things to annoy Sam and when Sam told him to cut it out, Dad would get pissed. Suddenly, it'd be another epic battle between him and Dad. It felt like Sam could never win these days. Sam had turned bright red when Dad offered to beat his ass for him if he didn't watch his attitude. Alec just tilted his head curiously from his perch on top of the fridge. The kid was totally setting him up.
And it wasn't like having an extra Winchester around kept Dad from being an ass to the kid who used to be his youngest child. He was completely unreasonable and never listened to a word Sam said! It's not Sam’s fault that he's the only one in this family with the balls to stand up to the old man. God knows Dean'll never stick up for himself. But instead of being grateful, Dean acts like it's Sam's fault Dad's pissed. And all Alec does is watch and make snide little comments when no one else is around. The kid might fool everyone else, but Sam wasn't buying his lost little kid act.
And then there was Dean.
Dean was supposed to be his biggest defender. Sure, they fought a lot. Lots of brothers fight. But when push came to shove, Sam knew Dean had his back... until Alec. Nowadays, Dean kept telling Sam to ease up on the new kid, saying he was younger than them, that he wasn't used to being around families. He was probably just trying to be friendly. Sam should give him hugs and kisses and draw little hearts around his precious little head. Okay, so maybe Sam was exaggerating a little bit. But only a very little bit.
Sometimes when the kid got that line in the middle of his eyebrows that meant he was tired, Dean would force the kid to nap with him. It shouldn't bother Sam to see his big brother with a little kid tucked against his side, and a protective arm slung across the kid's shoulders. It’s not like Sam was jealous or anything, but Dean was his big brother, not Alec's. Alec was just a stray that no one had the heart to boot out.
Sam had nightmares where he was surrounded by an army of Deans and he was the only Sam. In his dreams, his dad would praise the Deans. He'd point out how wonderful they all were. They were all different ages, too: grown up Deans, teenage Deans, little kid Deans, toddler Deans... Dad loved them all. He'd toss a baby Dean into the air and laugh. Dad would tell Sam how well-behaved the infant was, and then mention how Sam used to scream all the time. Sam was this gangly awkward giant surrounded by perfectly formed Deans. He would suffocate in the sea of them. One little spot of Sam in an overwhelming ocean of Dean. He hated those dreams.
Waking up from those nightmares, he'd glance over at Dean and hate him a little. Dean was always that good little soldier who Dad loved so much. Even Alec liked him better. Not that Sam cared what Alec thought.
Sometimes Sam felt like he was in this thick fog. He knew he shouldn't get so mad, but the fog made it hard to think and really easy to feel. He hated when Alec would touch his stuff. Sam didn't really have too many things that were just his. He had to share everything. So when the kid messed with Sam's stuff, it made him see red. And then his Dad was just so nice to the kid! He would ruffle his hair, or sling him over a shoulder. Sam knew that it was just because Alec was little enough to pick up, but it didn't mean he had to like it. It wasn't his fault he had grown awkwardly tall. And it wasn't fair that Dean would call him all the names he used to call Sam. All of the sudden, Alec was "short stack," and "little dude"... all Sam got to be was Sammy and he hated that name.
He knew he was being petty. He knew he should be nice to this kid who had a shitty childhood and was scared of everything but thought he could hide it. Sam would watch Alec fight off sleep. The kid seemed to dread it and would do anything to avoid falling asleep.It was almost enough to make Sam feel sorry for him, but in Sam's fog of mine he'd get mad instead.
Sam hated when Alec would look at him with those lost puppy eyes and ask his advice on dumb things like making waitresses like you, or the polite thing to say when someone keeps patting your head and you don't want them to. The dumb kid would curl up next to him when they watched TV sometimes. Alec would fold himself into an impossibly tight ball and put his head on Sam's knee and his feet pressed against Dean's thigh. The kid probably thought it made him seem vulnerable and sweet... but he was totally wrong. Sam wasn't at all swayed by his act. Even if he did look like he was six years old all curled up like that. It made Sam feel annoying protective urges. It was probably just gas pains. There was no way Sam cared about Alec Not-Really-A-Winchester.
Okay, so maybe Sam threatened to break the legs of the older boy who told Alec he might as well wear a dress because no one would believe a pretty little thing like him actually had a penis. Alec didn't seem to be offended by the affront to his masculinity, but Sam still grabbed the older boy by the shirt and made him so nervous that he probably peed his pants a little. But that didn’t mean Sam liked Alec.
And no matter what everyone else said, it was not endearing when the kid would get super excited and fling his arms around Sam's waist. Sam made sure he didn't grin back when Alec hugged him like he was the coolest person in the world. Well, sometimes Sam just pretended to grin because he felt sorry for the kid. Because Alec was still pretty messed up. The kid had nightmares that freaked Sam out. He would tense up, and toss and turn. Sometimes Sam could hear him beg in his sleep. Scary things like I'm a good soldier and please, don’t hurt me. The kid would wake up all at once and look around the room like a scared rabbit. And sure, Sam maybe let the kid crawl into bed with him after a nightmare like that. And maybe he felt a small amount of pride that Alec picked him, not Dean, or Dad, to curl up next to. The kid shook like a leaf and his eyes were watery, but he insisted he didn't remember what he dreamed about.
Sam remembered how Dean use to settle him down after a nightmare when he was little. He carded his fingers through the kid’s hair until Alec fell asleep again. That didn't mean he liked being a big brother. Especially since Dean just gave him a knowing look from across the room. Whatever. Just because Dean had fallen under the kid's spell, didn’t mean Sam had.
Samuel Winchester didn't want to be anybody's big brother. But it looked like he was stuck with Alec. That didn't mean he had to like it. Looking down at the little kid who was sprawled out half on top of him, trusted Sam to keep the nightmares away, Sam couldn't quite hate the boy. Even if Alec did look like a girl. Still, that dipshit from across the street had better watch his mouth or Sam would break his legs. The only people allowed to call Alec a girl were Sam and Dean. And Dean had better stop smiling at Sam from his bed like the Winchesters were suddenly a Hallmark family. Sam still didn't trust the little shit, and figured he was a feral kitten who'd bite and scratch just because he didn't know any better. He was pretty cute, though. And Sam had always wanted a pet.
Shit, the little bastard had won him over.
The next story in this series - "Fifteen Winchester Family Secrets
Author: lori_leaf
Betas: nocturnal08 and kara_winchester
Rating: PG (mild swearing)
Summary: Sam develops Middle Child issues.
Author's Notes: This is part of my Fox 'Verse. It works as a stand-alone story. The only thing you need to know is this is a crossover between Dark Angel and Supernatural. I've messed with both timelines. It's 2007, Dean is 19, Sam is 15. John found Alec in a school during an undercover mission. Alec is 10 years old. He's been living with the Winchesters at Bobby's house for a few weeks.
Sam Winchester did not want to be anyone's big brother. For one thing, the new kid was constantly snooping around. Alec had no concept of personal space, or privacy. When Sam caught him rummaging through Sam’s duffel, the brat didn't even have the decency to look guilty. He was looking for socks he said. Sure. Like Sam's socks would even fit the runt.
One of the worst things about their little tag along was the way Alec would perch somewhere high in the room and stare down at Sam, like prey. The freak always managed to find some impossible way to gain a higher altitude. One of his favorite places in the kitchen was sitting on top of the fridge. Everyone else seemed to find this cute. Sam thought Alec was like a pit bull. It might look cute, but it’s liable to bite your hand off one day. It was a mistake to think of Alec as anything but feral.
And another thing, the kid was freaky. Alec never seemed to sleep. Sure he'd bunk down like a real boy at night, but he was never there in the morning. Sam had woken up a few times in the middle of the night and Alec was gone. Sam didn't even want to guess at where the kid disappeared to. When he warned his Dad about Alec's disappearing act, Dad just shrugged and said so long as he was quiet and didn’t leave the house, it didn’t bother him if he didn’t stay in bed. Bullshit. If Sam dared to wander around at all hours of the morning, his Dad would have nailed his ass to the bed. Alec got away with murder when it came to John Winchester.
When Alec ate Sam's entire candy stash, John just shook his head. Alec stole the book Sam was reading and then gleefully told him the ending. John didn't care. Alec broke the bed by jumping on it. John seemed freakin' happy the kid was in a good mood. It wasn't fair!
He also strongly suspected that the kid was a klepto. Little things kept showing up in Sam's duffel. He'd find a pack of cards, an earring, some Canadian coins... just little trinkets. Sam wondered if Alec put them there because the runt was setting him up to take a fall, or because he figured Sam was too dumb to realize who was doing it. Sam didn't like either option. A few days ago Sam mentioned that he wanted the sequel to the book he was reading, but Dad said no. A few days later he found the book in his bag. Sam definitely thought Alec was trying to get him in trouble. He'd had to read the book in the bathroom, for god's sake! If Dad caught him with it, things would have gotten ugly.
The runt was already the reason Sam had extra training. Alec did all these little things to annoy Sam and when Sam told him to cut it out, Dad would get pissed. Suddenly, it'd be another epic battle between him and Dad. It felt like Sam could never win these days. Sam had turned bright red when Dad offered to beat his ass for him if he didn't watch his attitude. Alec just tilted his head curiously from his perch on top of the fridge. The kid was totally setting him up.
And it wasn't like having an extra Winchester around kept Dad from being an ass to the kid who used to be his youngest child. He was completely unreasonable and never listened to a word Sam said! It's not Sam’s fault that he's the only one in this family with the balls to stand up to the old man. God knows Dean'll never stick up for himself. But instead of being grateful, Dean acts like it's Sam's fault Dad's pissed. And all Alec does is watch and make snide little comments when no one else is around. The kid might fool everyone else, but Sam wasn't buying his lost little kid act.
And then there was Dean.
Dean was supposed to be his biggest defender. Sure, they fought a lot. Lots of brothers fight. But when push came to shove, Sam knew Dean had his back... until Alec. Nowadays, Dean kept telling Sam to ease up on the new kid, saying he was younger than them, that he wasn't used to being around families. He was probably just trying to be friendly. Sam should give him hugs and kisses and draw little hearts around his precious little head. Okay, so maybe Sam was exaggerating a little bit. But only a very little bit.
Sometimes when the kid got that line in the middle of his eyebrows that meant he was tired, Dean would force the kid to nap with him. It shouldn't bother Sam to see his big brother with a little kid tucked against his side, and a protective arm slung across the kid's shoulders. It’s not like Sam was jealous or anything, but Dean was his big brother, not Alec's. Alec was just a stray that no one had the heart to boot out.
Sam had nightmares where he was surrounded by an army of Deans and he was the only Sam. In his dreams, his dad would praise the Deans. He'd point out how wonderful they all were. They were all different ages, too: grown up Deans, teenage Deans, little kid Deans, toddler Deans... Dad loved them all. He'd toss a baby Dean into the air and laugh. Dad would tell Sam how well-behaved the infant was, and then mention how Sam used to scream all the time. Sam was this gangly awkward giant surrounded by perfectly formed Deans. He would suffocate in the sea of them. One little spot of Sam in an overwhelming ocean of Dean. He hated those dreams.
Waking up from those nightmares, he'd glance over at Dean and hate him a little. Dean was always that good little soldier who Dad loved so much. Even Alec liked him better. Not that Sam cared what Alec thought.
Sometimes Sam felt like he was in this thick fog. He knew he shouldn't get so mad, but the fog made it hard to think and really easy to feel. He hated when Alec would touch his stuff. Sam didn't really have too many things that were just his. He had to share everything. So when the kid messed with Sam's stuff, it made him see red. And then his Dad was just so nice to the kid! He would ruffle his hair, or sling him over a shoulder. Sam knew that it was just because Alec was little enough to pick up, but it didn't mean he had to like it. It wasn't his fault he had grown awkwardly tall. And it wasn't fair that Dean would call him all the names he used to call Sam. All of the sudden, Alec was "short stack," and "little dude"... all Sam got to be was Sammy and he hated that name.
He knew he was being petty. He knew he should be nice to this kid who had a shitty childhood and was scared of everything but thought he could hide it. Sam would watch Alec fight off sleep. The kid seemed to dread it and would do anything to avoid falling asleep.It was almost enough to make Sam feel sorry for him, but in Sam's fog of mine he'd get mad instead.
Sam hated when Alec would look at him with those lost puppy eyes and ask his advice on dumb things like making waitresses like you, or the polite thing to say when someone keeps patting your head and you don't want them to. The dumb kid would curl up next to him when they watched TV sometimes. Alec would fold himself into an impossibly tight ball and put his head on Sam's knee and his feet pressed against Dean's thigh. The kid probably thought it made him seem vulnerable and sweet... but he was totally wrong. Sam wasn't at all swayed by his act. Even if he did look like he was six years old all curled up like that. It made Sam feel annoying protective urges. It was probably just gas pains. There was no way Sam cared about Alec Not-Really-A-Winchester.
Okay, so maybe Sam threatened to break the legs of the older boy who told Alec he might as well wear a dress because no one would believe a pretty little thing like him actually had a penis. Alec didn't seem to be offended by the affront to his masculinity, but Sam still grabbed the older boy by the shirt and made him so nervous that he probably peed his pants a little. But that didn’t mean Sam liked Alec.
And no matter what everyone else said, it was not endearing when the kid would get super excited and fling his arms around Sam's waist. Sam made sure he didn't grin back when Alec hugged him like he was the coolest person in the world. Well, sometimes Sam just pretended to grin because he felt sorry for the kid. Because Alec was still pretty messed up. The kid had nightmares that freaked Sam out. He would tense up, and toss and turn. Sometimes Sam could hear him beg in his sleep. Scary things like I'm a good soldier and please, don’t hurt me. The kid would wake up all at once and look around the room like a scared rabbit. And sure, Sam maybe let the kid crawl into bed with him after a nightmare like that. And maybe he felt a small amount of pride that Alec picked him, not Dean, or Dad, to curl up next to. The kid shook like a leaf and his eyes were watery, but he insisted he didn't remember what he dreamed about.
Sam remembered how Dean use to settle him down after a nightmare when he was little. He carded his fingers through the kid’s hair until Alec fell asleep again. That didn't mean he liked being a big brother. Especially since Dean just gave him a knowing look from across the room. Whatever. Just because Dean had fallen under the kid's spell, didn’t mean Sam had.
Samuel Winchester didn't want to be anybody's big brother. But it looked like he was stuck with Alec. That didn't mean he had to like it. Looking down at the little kid who was sprawled out half on top of him, trusted Sam to keep the nightmares away, Sam couldn't quite hate the boy. Even if Alec did look like a girl. Still, that dipshit from across the street had better watch his mouth or Sam would break his legs. The only people allowed to call Alec a girl were Sam and Dean. And Dean had better stop smiling at Sam from his bed like the Winchesters were suddenly a Hallmark family. Sam still didn't trust the little shit, and figured he was a feral kitten who'd bite and scratch just because he didn't know any better. He was pretty cute, though. And Sam had always wanted a pet.
Shit, the little bastard had won him over.
The next story in this series - "Fifteen Winchester Family Secrets