Blast to the Past Chapter 3
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‘Sam. Wake up, dude.’
Sam peeled open his eyelids and stared balefully at the alarm clock, noting with indifference that it wasn’t even 8 yet. ‘5 minutes. I just got in bed,’ he muttered and turned to the other side.
‘No can do, man. We got tons to do today. Rise and shine, Sammy.’
Sam forced himself to turn to his unnaturally perky brother. ‘We got no leads, Dean. I stayed up all night for nothing. So let me sleep, okay?’
‘That’s why we have to be more proactive.’ Sam could’ve sworn Dean pumped his hand in excitement but he blamed lack of sleep for his bleary eyes. Now he can’t be sure of anything anymore. ‘We need to talk to Bobby, see what his take is on this.’
‘Take down that perkiness a notch, will you?’ Sam growled as he tore himself from the warm bed and stumbled towards the bathroom. ‘At least until I get my coffee.’
Dean laughed as he sat on the vacant bed, sighing appreciatively at nothing in particular. He had woken up in high spirits, pumped up and ready to go. Maybe the new arrivals had something to do with it but he had never looked forward to a job as much as this. He leaned forward, his fingers stretched to grab his cell by the bedside table before punching in Bobby’s number. He swiped the bottled water from the same table and emptied half of it as he waited for his call to go through. ‘Hey Bobby. How’s it going, man? Where are you right now?’
‘Cashmere, Washington. I’m on a job here.’
‘What else would take you out of that auto shop you call home?’ Dean sniggered as he tossed the bottle on Sam’s bed.
‘A lil too early for sarcasm, don’t you think?’
Dean laughed at the dry tone. ‘What do you know about the Wrath of Ares? Ring any bells?’
‘Wrath of Ares?’ his voice turned sceptical. ‘No, never heard of it. What is it?’
‘That’s what we’re trying to find out. Can you ask around? Dig into that massive collection of yours?’
‘Sure, where are you right now?’
‘Just outside of Seattle.’
‘Why don’t you come down here? Three heads are better than one, if you ask me.’
‘Yeah, sure. We’ll be there. I’ll get the troupe ready.’
‘Troupe? What, you and Sam had your own groupie now?’
‘Uh... something like that. There’s a couple of people I want you to meet.’
‘Who?’ The sharp slice of suspicion stabbed through the line and Dean cringed.
‘You’ll see.’
‘This is not another stripper who thought she was being haunted by her pimp when all she had was a termite problem?’
‘No! And she was right to be scared. Termites are crazy bugs.’
‘Yeah, right,’ Bobby huffed. ‘You can never say no to girls in skimpy clothes.’
‘Bobby, these people really need our help.’
‘Fine, come down here and I’ll see what I can do.’
Dean slipped his cell back into his jacket, turning to the bathroom and sighed when he saw it was still closed. It’ll be at least another ten minutes before Sam will stagger out, functioning and less cranky, Dean estimated in his head. Not wanting to wait, he went outside and immediately saw that Alec was heading towards him, head down as he walked slowly across the ground.
‘Alec, hey!’
Alec’s head snapped to him and Dean made his way to the waiting man. The first thing he saw was the dark bags underneath Alec’s eyes and his tousled hair. He looked like hell.
‘Didn’t you get any sleep last night?’ Dean frowned, looking over the crumpled clothes.
‘No, not really.’
‘Don’t worry, man. We’ll find what you need and we’ll get you back.’ Dean was quick to put to rest what he assumed was the source of the younger man’s worries. ‘I just talked to Bobby, he’s one of the best hunters around so you’re in good hands.’
‘Yeah, sure,’ Alec nodded tiredly, his eyes sneaking towards his room.
‘The thing is, he’s in the middle of a job so we have to head down to Cashmere and then we’ll get down to business.’
‘Whatever you say.’
~*~
After hours of biting her nails, Max left her couch and started pacing. This was the first time she ever saw Alec so angry. He was usually so... laid back, everything slid off him. Sarcasm, anger, everything. He took pretty much everything she dished out with a smirk or a quick roll of his eyes. Not this time. She didn’t know what exactly set him off and since he wasn’t communicating, she didn’t know what else to do.
Alec was not talking to her, Max sulked, unconsciously crumpling the motel’s stationery. She couldn’t shut him up before but now she can’t even get him to say a word to her. After he left last night, she spent the trickling hours setting the carpet on fire with her pacing or chewing the cuticles off her fingers.
In just a year Alec had become an integral part of her life, whether she wanted it or not. He had smirked, clawed, and laughed his way into her life and now that he was not around... her nails dug into her palm. Can’t live with him, can’t live without him. No, she just needed to find out what was going on, what the hell was bothering him. Yes, first thing first.
Max snuffed the idea that he might be miffed at her and turned to the shower. If she didn’t get to use the hot shower, she’d be sinking her claws into him, just wait and see. ‘Men.’ Max huffed as she climbed into the waiting shower. Even with the pull of hot water, she was out, dressed and ready within ten minutes. It would be totally Alec of him to sneak in while she was in the shower. From what she had seen in the last few weeks, she wouldn’t put it past him.
But he hadn’t come back.
The room was as quiet as before and Max dropped onto the couch, somewhat deflated. Okay, so she couldn’t handle a pissed off Alec well. His fault really. He had made her accustomed to his easy going and laid back persona, she was out of her element here.
‘Yeah, sure.’
Her ears perked up. It was Alec.
‘The thing is, he’s in the middle of a job so we have to head down to Cashmere and then we’ll get down to business.’
His voice turned a notch deeper, without the tense strand weaving through each word but she discarded the thought in favour of a more dominant one. Alec was here. He was right outside.
‘Whatever you say.’
Her hand grabbed the doorknob and she pushed the door roughly. ‘Alec!’
Two heads snapped up and two identical pairs of eyes were fixed on her. ‘Oh.’ She was frozen, hand still on the door. Her dark eyes flicked from Alec to Dean. ‘Uh... you’re together.’
Damn it, she thought he was alone. She did not want to do this in front of his clone or twin or whatever.
‘Hey yourself. Ready to go?’ Dean asked, looking from her to Alec.
‘Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute.’ She aimed a scowl in Alec’s direction and disappeared into the room.
‘She’s not a morning person, huh?’ Dean asked with a raised brow.
~*~
‘You are not leaving.’
‘I have to Big Fella.’ He kept tossing his shirts into a small pile on the bed. ‘We need someone to make sure the trannies out there are doing okay. Plus, Fox is moving in today. I promised him that.’
‘Fox can come and stay with me. That’s not the issue here. Alec, you’re running away,’ Joshua shook his head sadly. It saddened him greatly to see his family reduced to these jagged individual pieces. ‘Both of you need to sit down and talk this bitch through.’
The burst of laughter that escaped him had nothing to do with humour. ‘We don’t do talks here, Josh. She screams, I yell, and it gets worse. At least she’s happy now. That’s something huh?’
‘Lil Fella is not happy.’ It came out closer to a growl but Alec just shrugged it aside and zipped his bag.
‘She should be, she’s getting married.’
The door closed on Joshua’s wide-stricken eyes.
Here to go to Part 3