CHILDREN of the CHIMERA - CH 1
Disclaimer:
I don’t own Dark Angel or Supernatural. They belong to their respective owners. No money is being made and no trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings:
SLASH/YAOI, HET, Alternative Universe, sexual content, foul language, violence, changes to appearance, changes to lineage, Out of Character (OOC), Original Characters (OC), creatures, prophecies, no beta, TONS of descriptions
Long Summary:
Slash. Dark Angel x-over. 6yr. old Alec escaped with his Clone’s, Ben’s, generation. Adopted by the Winchester, he grew up as Dean Winchester. Now years later his past is back to haunt him. Forced to reunited with his older x-5 siblings and bring Sam along Seattle is in for a bumpy ride. Sam fall increasingly in love with his brother, but doesn’t know Dean is adopted. Confused by his feels he begins to fall into a depression. A prophecy is discovered changing the dynamics of the group, a leader for the Transgenics comes forward.
Pairings:
Main Pairing: Sam/Dean AKA Alec
Side Pairings: Logan/Max
One-sided: Dean/Logan, Sketchy/Dean, Zack/Alec
CHAPTER ONE
“Wait, wait! Dean!” Sam said hobbling out quickly in front of the car. Dean hit the breaks. “Don’t leave me.” Sam said angrily. “Don’t leave me like Dad did!” After a moments hesitation Dean signaled with a jerk of his chin for Sam to get into the passenger seat. Sam hobbled over, throwing his crutches in the back, he shut the door. “You’ve got some explaining to do.”
Logan’s Apartment
“That’s all of them?” Logan asked spinning around to face Max and the metal headed Zack. Max’s back was straight as a board, she’d been refraining from interrupting my broadcast when she came in halfway through.
“Yeah.” Zack said gruffly. “That’s the last of ‘em.” He eyes Max nervously, he knew she was about to get all bent out of shape.
“You never told me a clone got out! And Ben’s clone out of all of ‘em. He could be defective, messed up like Ben was and you’re calling him in?” Max snarled turning to Zack. She leveled a glare even the hardest of X-5 couldn’t handle. Sam growled back.
“I’ve been keeping an eye out for Alec, nothing nada. He was adopted by a family. The only thing remarkable about the kid is his police records and how he and his family move about a lot. I broke into the adoption agency and stole his adoption records. I have no idea how white got ‘em. Besides it wasn’t if I asked the kid to escape with us, Alec wouldn’t be left behind. The kid followed us even though he wasn’t family. It was strange.”
Dean’s AKA Alec’s POV
I shifted nervously in the driver’s seat. This was it. This was the time to break the big secret. The secret even John Winchester didn’t know. I’d understand if Sam wanted nothing to do with me after this, but shit it’d hurt if Sam left me. After all, what human would want to call transgenic ‘brother’? We are science experiments and cold blooded killers. After few moments I took a deep breath and began, “I don’t known if Dad told you, Sam, that I’m adopted.” I asked switching my gaze towards Sam’s face from the windshield, his eyes widen. And his mouth shapes and oh before he blurts out.
“What! All this time! And I was worried about-” Sam began stuttering the last half and abruptly cutting himself off as he flushed in embarrassment.
“I take that as no. What worried you?” I ask genuinely curious.
“Nothing!” Sam says quickly, a little too quickly for my tastes, but I let him keep his secrets for now. “So you’re adopted, what’s that got to do with eyes-only and this X-5 494?” Sam asks curiously. I blink at him momentarily…. Here we go.
“X-5 494 is well me.” I breathe out waiting for another outburst.
“Dumb nickname Dean.” Sam says rolling his eyes. I know he still hasn’t gotten it.
I’m trying to tell him I have another identity, but he’s being thick. Well College really made a difference from the naïve little boy, I once knew. NOT! Please note the dreadful sarcasm. Really, Stanford University and this? Unbelievable! What are they teaching kids these days? Man, I was an expert at genetic engineering, medicine, weapons, martial arts, battle tactics and assassination tactics at six-fucking-years-old.
“Alec.” I respond hesitantly. I really shouldn’t use that name. White could track me down with a fucking sonar for using it. Ran into White before h ever knew about Transgenics. The man’s a freak. I mean what in the hell did something do to his genetics to make him hit so fucking hard. He landed a sucker punch to my beautiful face. Damn the prick. I could pick up anyone for week with that black and blue.
“Huh?” Sam asks dumbly.
“They called me Alec. The others called me Alec. X-5 494 is my barcode. X-5 is a product, 494 is my designation code.”
“What?” Sam asked shaking his head in confusion.
“Look Sam I was built, a genetically engineered soldier, a Transgenic. Built with a combination of genes, animal and human. I am the perfect killing machine. I’m an X-5, the best brand there is in Manticore. My genetics would sell millions on the black market.” I furrowed my brow waiting for an outburst, rejection or a punch… I didn’t have to wait long.
“You’re saying you some sort of science experiment and trained assassin?” Sam laughed, I just nodded solemnly. He shut up pretty quick and then said “Okay, who are you and what have you done with my brother? My brother is one hundred percent human.”
I yank the car over to the shoulder of the rode, “In or out, I aint got the time with White on my back to argue with you. And you’d be safer without me.”
“Who’s White?” Sam asks.
“He’s a transgenic killer, a government operative sent to cover up Manticore’s mistakes. If he gets his hands on me, I’m dead.”
“Does Dad know?” Sam asked quietly, he’s almost whispering as if he expects White to jump out of the hedge. I roll my eyes before answering.
“No, you’re the first.” I said nervously, just as quiet.
Sam laughs, “God Dean, you just sounded like a virgin before her first fuck.” I punched him in the shoulder before I automatically retort.
“I’m not a fucking virgin, haven’t been since I was fourteen.”
“I know.” Sam says his eyes darkening with depression for a split second before he frowns. But I catch it… Is he jealous of my expertise a wooing partners or is he thinking about Jess? But now’s not the time to think about that. “Why didn’t you tell us?” Sam quickly accuses.
“What would you and Dad done?” I ask lifting an eyebrow while crossing my arms defiantly.
“We’d-” He begins before I cut him off.
“You’d try to take down Manticore to protect me or you’d kick me on my ass for being some supernatural shit. I wasn’t about to lose you guys. You mean everything to me. When I was in Manticore, I always wondered what family was like. I wondered if someone would ever love me. First time Mom tucked me and said ‘I love you’ I started balling. Us X-5s are tough shit, we don’t cry. But my wish came true. I had family and I swore to myself to never let you get hurt.” Sam was looking at me with something, I’d never have seen before. I couldn’t place it. I sighed before asking again, “In or out. Family or enemies?” I let my face fall into a sorrowful expression.
“I’m not leaving you.” Sam said carefully, “I never will.” He mutters under his breath, but my superior hearing catches that. I pretend I didn’t hear it. Someday he’d better explain the shit he’s been hiding from me. I start the car and rev the engine before hitting the petal to the metal and leaving tire marks. The scenery is flying pass. ‘Seattle, here we come.’
Zack’s Base Camp - jut outside Seattle city Limits
Max stood next to Sam tapping her foot impatiently. She was gearing for a fight if this Ben clone was also a defect. Suddenly she heard the sound of an engine approaching. A worn, but beautiful Impala pulled into the clearing. Max’s eyes widen in surprise when she sees two figures in the car. Zack tenses. “Seems he brought family. He’s a little too much like you Max. Making weaknesses others can exploit.” Max flicks Zack the middle finger before circling the Impala examining as the driver and passenger get out.
“Nice ride, could sell it for couple hundred grand. A real piece of art.” Max says.
“You aint selling my baby.” Says the male Max identified a X-5 494. X-5 494 sits of the hood of the car and nods to Zack. The other male, a gorgeous piece of work like the Impala, sleek and desirable, chuckles.
“Who’s this 494?” Zack asks, jerking his chin at Sam.
“This is my baby bro, Sam Winchester, 599.” Max notices Sam wince at the title ‘baby brother’ and the shame that crosses his face. She notes this, deciding to ask the boy about it later.
It’s not 599. It’s Zack, I’m Max. What’s the name you’re using?” Max interrupts.
“Call me Alec, my other name Dean Winchester is a hot item now with White on my back.”
“You know about White?” Zack interrupts.
“Yeah.” Alec says casually, “I had a run in with him before he knew about Transgenics. The man’s got a mean sucker punch.”
“Oh that’s who did it.” Sam suddenly says, “I’ve always wondered who had the balls to hit you and get away with it.” Sam said jokingly. “I was surprised there weren’t any mysterious deaths.”
Zack and Max stiffen, “Thanks Sam, you’re really helping.” Alec says anxiously.
“What? What did I say?” Sam asks worriedly as he sees Max and Zack tense.
“You know how I told you they clone their final products?” Sam nods, “I’m a clone of X-5 493, that X-5 was defective, he turned into a serial killer. He’s brand his bar code on the back of his victim’s necks and remove their teeth after messing with their face. He’d then sacrificed his teeth to something he called ‘the Blue Lady.’ That wise crack you just pulled, they think I’m also defective now.”
“What?! NO! Dean isn’t a killer, we don’t kill humans. He’s a good guy. He’s not defective.” Sam said quickly and nervously.
That seemed to put, Zack and Max at ease. “Where are we heading?” Alec asks curiously.
“Seattle. You’ll be bunked with Zack. We need you to help us recruit.” Max said simply.
I don’t own Dark Angel or Supernatural. They belong to their respective owners. No money is being made and no trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings:
SLASH/YAOI, HET, Alternative Universe, sexual content, foul language, violence, changes to appearance, changes to lineage, Out of Character (OOC), Original Characters (OC), creatures, prophecies, no beta, TONS of descriptions
Long Summary:
Slash. Dark Angel x-over. 6yr. old Alec escaped with his Clone’s, Ben’s, generation. Adopted by the Winchester, he grew up as Dean Winchester. Now years later his past is back to haunt him. Forced to reunited with his older x-5 siblings and bring Sam along Seattle is in for a bumpy ride. Sam fall increasingly in love with his brother, but doesn’t know Dean is adopted. Confused by his feels he begins to fall into a depression. A prophecy is discovered changing the dynamics of the group, a leader for the Transgenics comes forward.
Pairings:
Main Pairing: Sam/Dean AKA Alec
Side Pairings: Logan/Max
One-sided: Dean/Logan, Sketchy/Dean, Zack/Alec
CHAPTER ONE
“Wait, wait! Dean!” Sam said hobbling out quickly in front of the car. Dean hit the breaks. “Don’t leave me.” Sam said angrily. “Don’t leave me like Dad did!” After a moments hesitation Dean signaled with a jerk of his chin for Sam to get into the passenger seat. Sam hobbled over, throwing his crutches in the back, he shut the door. “You’ve got some explaining to do.”
Logan’s Apartment
“That’s all of them?” Logan asked spinning around to face Max and the metal headed Zack. Max’s back was straight as a board, she’d been refraining from interrupting my broadcast when she came in halfway through.
“Yeah.” Zack said gruffly. “That’s the last of ‘em.” He eyes Max nervously, he knew she was about to get all bent out of shape.
“You never told me a clone got out! And Ben’s clone out of all of ‘em. He could be defective, messed up like Ben was and you’re calling him in?” Max snarled turning to Zack. She leveled a glare even the hardest of X-5 couldn’t handle. Sam growled back.
“I’ve been keeping an eye out for Alec, nothing nada. He was adopted by a family. The only thing remarkable about the kid is his police records and how he and his family move about a lot. I broke into the adoption agency and stole his adoption records. I have no idea how white got ‘em. Besides it wasn’t if I asked the kid to escape with us, Alec wouldn’t be left behind. The kid followed us even though he wasn’t family. It was strange.”
Dean’s AKA Alec’s POV
I shifted nervously in the driver’s seat. This was it. This was the time to break the big secret. The secret even John Winchester didn’t know. I’d understand if Sam wanted nothing to do with me after this, but shit it’d hurt if Sam left me. After all, what human would want to call transgenic ‘brother’? We are science experiments and cold blooded killers. After few moments I took a deep breath and began, “I don’t known if Dad told you, Sam, that I’m adopted.” I asked switching my gaze towards Sam’s face from the windshield, his eyes widen. And his mouth shapes and oh before he blurts out.
“What! All this time! And I was worried about-” Sam began stuttering the last half and abruptly cutting himself off as he flushed in embarrassment.
“I take that as no. What worried you?” I ask genuinely curious.
“Nothing!” Sam says quickly, a little too quickly for my tastes, but I let him keep his secrets for now. “So you’re adopted, what’s that got to do with eyes-only and this X-5 494?” Sam asks curiously. I blink at him momentarily…. Here we go.
“X-5 494 is well me.” I breathe out waiting for another outburst.
“Dumb nickname Dean.” Sam says rolling his eyes. I know he still hasn’t gotten it.
I’m trying to tell him I have another identity, but he’s being thick. Well College really made a difference from the naïve little boy, I once knew. NOT! Please note the dreadful sarcasm. Really, Stanford University and this? Unbelievable! What are they teaching kids these days? Man, I was an expert at genetic engineering, medicine, weapons, martial arts, battle tactics and assassination tactics at six-fucking-years-old.
“Alec.” I respond hesitantly. I really shouldn’t use that name. White could track me down with a fucking sonar for using it. Ran into White before h ever knew about Transgenics. The man’s a freak. I mean what in the hell did something do to his genetics to make him hit so fucking hard. He landed a sucker punch to my beautiful face. Damn the prick. I could pick up anyone for week with that black and blue.
“Huh?” Sam asks dumbly.
“They called me Alec. The others called me Alec. X-5 494 is my barcode. X-5 is a product, 494 is my designation code.”
“What?” Sam asked shaking his head in confusion.
“Look Sam I was built, a genetically engineered soldier, a Transgenic. Built with a combination of genes, animal and human. I am the perfect killing machine. I’m an X-5, the best brand there is in Manticore. My genetics would sell millions on the black market.” I furrowed my brow waiting for an outburst, rejection or a punch… I didn’t have to wait long.
“You’re saying you some sort of science experiment and trained assassin?” Sam laughed, I just nodded solemnly. He shut up pretty quick and then said “Okay, who are you and what have you done with my brother? My brother is one hundred percent human.”
I yank the car over to the shoulder of the rode, “In or out, I aint got the time with White on my back to argue with you. And you’d be safer without me.”
“Who’s White?” Sam asks.
“He’s a transgenic killer, a government operative sent to cover up Manticore’s mistakes. If he gets his hands on me, I’m dead.”
“Does Dad know?” Sam asked quietly, he’s almost whispering as if he expects White to jump out of the hedge. I roll my eyes before answering.
“No, you’re the first.” I said nervously, just as quiet.
Sam laughs, “God Dean, you just sounded like a virgin before her first fuck.” I punched him in the shoulder before I automatically retort.
“I’m not a fucking virgin, haven’t been since I was fourteen.”
“I know.” Sam says his eyes darkening with depression for a split second before he frowns. But I catch it… Is he jealous of my expertise a wooing partners or is he thinking about Jess? But now’s not the time to think about that. “Why didn’t you tell us?” Sam quickly accuses.
“What would you and Dad done?” I ask lifting an eyebrow while crossing my arms defiantly.
“We’d-” He begins before I cut him off.
“You’d try to take down Manticore to protect me or you’d kick me on my ass for being some supernatural shit. I wasn’t about to lose you guys. You mean everything to me. When I was in Manticore, I always wondered what family was like. I wondered if someone would ever love me. First time Mom tucked me and said ‘I love you’ I started balling. Us X-5s are tough shit, we don’t cry. But my wish came true. I had family and I swore to myself to never let you get hurt.” Sam was looking at me with something, I’d never have seen before. I couldn’t place it. I sighed before asking again, “In or out. Family or enemies?” I let my face fall into a sorrowful expression.
“I’m not leaving you.” Sam said carefully, “I never will.” He mutters under his breath, but my superior hearing catches that. I pretend I didn’t hear it. Someday he’d better explain the shit he’s been hiding from me. I start the car and rev the engine before hitting the petal to the metal and leaving tire marks. The scenery is flying pass. ‘Seattle, here we come.’
Zack’s Base Camp - jut outside Seattle city Limits
Max stood next to Sam tapping her foot impatiently. She was gearing for a fight if this Ben clone was also a defect. Suddenly she heard the sound of an engine approaching. A worn, but beautiful Impala pulled into the clearing. Max’s eyes widen in surprise when she sees two figures in the car. Zack tenses. “Seems he brought family. He’s a little too much like you Max. Making weaknesses others can exploit.” Max flicks Zack the middle finger before circling the Impala examining as the driver and passenger get out.
“Nice ride, could sell it for couple hundred grand. A real piece of art.” Max says.
“You aint selling my baby.” Says the male Max identified a X-5 494. X-5 494 sits of the hood of the car and nods to Zack. The other male, a gorgeous piece of work like the Impala, sleek and desirable, chuckles.
“Who’s this 494?” Zack asks, jerking his chin at Sam.
“This is my baby bro, Sam Winchester, 599.” Max notices Sam wince at the title ‘baby brother’ and the shame that crosses his face. She notes this, deciding to ask the boy about it later.
It’s not 599. It’s Zack, I’m Max. What’s the name you’re using?” Max interrupts.
“Call me Alec, my other name Dean Winchester is a hot item now with White on my back.”
“You know about White?” Zack interrupts.
“Yeah.” Alec says casually, “I had a run in with him before he knew about Transgenics. The man’s got a mean sucker punch.”
“Oh that’s who did it.” Sam suddenly says, “I’ve always wondered who had the balls to hit you and get away with it.” Sam said jokingly. “I was surprised there weren’t any mysterious deaths.”
Zack and Max stiffen, “Thanks Sam, you’re really helping.” Alec says anxiously.
“What? What did I say?” Sam asks worriedly as he sees Max and Zack tense.
“You know how I told you they clone their final products?” Sam nods, “I’m a clone of X-5 493, that X-5 was defective, he turned into a serial killer. He’s brand his bar code on the back of his victim’s necks and remove their teeth after messing with their face. He’d then sacrificed his teeth to something he called ‘the Blue Lady.’ That wise crack you just pulled, they think I’m also defective now.”
“What?! NO! Dean isn’t a killer, we don’t kill humans. He’s a good guy. He’s not defective.” Sam said quickly and nervously.
That seemed to put, Zack and Max at ease. “Where are we heading?” Alec asks curiously.
“Seattle. You’ll be bunked with Zack. We need you to help us recruit.” Max said simply.