Changing Episodes - Alias, Season One (1/2)
Title: Changing Episodes
Author: Shri_amato
Beta By: queenklu , who also demanded that I be the one to write this. (it's all her fault. *nodnods*)
Rating: R-NC-17
Pairing(s): Sam/Dean (sort of Syd/Vaughn from Alias)
Warnings: Incest, crack, genderswap, swearing. Did I mention that it's crack?
Summary: Kind of coda for "Changing Channels". Sam and Dean get trapped in Alias. Written for the "Kripke Started It" Changing Channels Free For All Meme
Disclaimer: Kripke owns the boys and all their little friends, and JJ Abrams owns Alias, Syd/Vaughn and almost all the dialogue in this. I'm just playing,
AN: Just so ya'll know going in; this is not only my first attempted at wincest, but slash in general. Also, it might help to have a little bit of knowledge about the show Alias (my first obsession love), but it's not really needed. Enjoy!
*
One minute Dean's listening to Sam talk about how he has genital herpes, and the next he's cuffed to a chair, Kool Aid red hair hanging in his eyes, telling some creepy Asian guy to bite him.
Backwards.
He'll have to remember that one.
He laughs, the words coming out without him even having to think. "I've got bad news for you, man. I am your worst enemy. I've got nothing to lose."
Creepy Guy motions for one of his goons to bring over a black case, and opens it.
"That's not exactly true," Creepy Guy says, tilting the case so Dean can see the tools inside. "You have teeth."
It's original, Dean'll give him that. Most of the "bad guys" he goes up against usually go right for the intestines.
Still, he's beyond relieved when the channel changes again.
He likes his teeth right where they are.
*
He's sitting in what seems to be a, shit... a CIA office if the logo on the wall is any indication, with chairs that appear to be about the same shade of red as the hair that is still hanging in his face.
How chicks deal with it, he'll never understand. Hell, how Sam deals with it, he'll never understand.
And, his jaw feels swollen. Apparently the channel changing didn't stop him from losing his tooth. Fucking awesome.
Sam walks in, and sits down behind the desk, sighing as he goes. "Well, this could be very interesting," he says.
Again, words are spewing out of his mouth before he can stop them. "Does this mean I'm in?"
"No, not yet. They're reviewing your statement. It's -- you wrote a lot," Sam replies.
"I know," his mouth says, moving again without his brain's input. He's starting to think this is what being possessed is like.
"It's like Tolstoy long," Sam says, grinning a little. "Devlin says it could take weeks to verify. But I know we could use another double agent in SD-6. So, we'll be in contact," and Dean's mouth is the one to curl into a slight grin this time before Sam goes on. "I'm gonna get you a ride out of here, keep you concealed... why are you shaking your head?"
Dean himself hadn't even realized he had been, but still, his mouth seems to know what to say. Good thing, cause he doesn't have a clue what's going on. "Because you said 'another'."
Sam cocks his head. "So?"
"So if you really had one already... you most likely wouldn't tell me until I was authenticated."
"Unless I had an instinct about you," Sam says, grinning again.
Dean's mind conjures up all the dirty responses he could have to that, but he doesn't get a chance to voice them. "My bet is you don't have another double --"
"We might --"
" -- but you want me to believe that you do so that on the off chance that I'm actually looking to be a triple agent, I'll report back that there's an existing mole to upset the balance of my agency."
Sam's grin had gotten down right creepy, but apparently Dean Jr. doesn't mind. "I'm not trying to play you," Sam says, while Dean desperately reminds himself that right now, with a Trickster floating about, is not the best time to be jumping his brother.
"We'll see," Dean himself says this time, concentrating harder on the script playing out in his mind.
Trade-mark 'trust me, I'm harmless' puppy eyes on full blast, Sam bows his head. "I have an instinct," he repeats earnestly.
Dean smiles softly back at him, his jaw aching, and tries really hard not to blush.
*
So apparently his "fiance" had died, had been killed, because he'd told her (him? hard to tell when all he hears is the name Danny) what it was he did.
Not that Dean himself completely knows what it is he does. All he knows is SD-6 is bad, CIA is good (which he can't help but laugh at), the YED is his boss (minus the yellow eyes, but just as creepy), and, oh yeah, his Dad is apparently making a cameo in this show as his Dad.
Damn Trickster.
*
So, Dean thinks that using the ploy of "Joey's Pizza" is not only lame, but really counterproductive if Sam really wants him to meet him where-the-fuck-ever. Just hearing the word 'pizza' makes Dean hungry.
Lucky, they're apparently meeting at a gas station, so snacks. All is good.
Only, his hands are reaching for a V8. If he could, he'd smack himself in the head. "It's me."
Sam, who's busy groping a box of cereal, doesn't even look at him when he asks how he's doing, which yeah, undercover agent meeting with handler (a term which had put some really really dirty images in his mind) means uber secrecy, but still. Rude much?
Dean rolls his eyes for the V8's benefit before going along with the script. "How am I doing? I'd say things have been better," he says. "I'm working with friends who have no idea who they're really working for."
"I heard Sloane had you meet your father," Sam says, and really, for being a super-secret kick-ass undercover agent's handler, he really doesn't know the meaning of whisper. Not that he ever has.
The name Sloane throws him off for a moment before remembering the whole 'Sloane-is-Azazel' deal. He envisions all the ways he's going to kill the Trickster when they get out of this. Slowly. Painfully. "Yes, he did. So, what's my counter-mission?"
Sam scoffs, finally abandoning the hope of a love-affair with the cereal box and setting it down. "Navour's been on our short list for the past six months. In August, he attempted to purchase a nuke from Libya," he tells Dean, picking up another cereal box to molest.
Dean's really gonna have to talk to him about that. It's not natural.
"You already knew about Moscow?" Hell, Dean doesn't even know about Moscow.
"No, we didn't. Thank you for that."
Getting cold standing practically inside the fridge, Dean turns away , and goes to stand next to his brother -- handler. Whatever. "Don't mention it," his says, crossing his arms over his chest. "That was cold. So, what's my move?"
Sam puts the box down, and moves to walk around Dean. "Carry out your assignment. Get the documents. When you get back make sure you are holding the stolen files."
Dean perks up at the word 'stolen'. He's always liked stealing.
Grabbing a cup, Sam continues. "We'll execute two brush passes at the airport terminal. The first one will take place at the gate. We'll intercept the materials and create a duplicate copy, then return them to you in a second pass to be executed at the airport curb."
Dean's mind had gone straight to the gutter as soon as he heard "brush pass", so he hasn't exactly caught the rest of what Sam had said. "That's it?" he asks when Sam's blah blah blahing had stopped.
"That's it," Sam says with a nod. "Want a Slush-O?"
"No, thank you," is what the script in Dean's head says, even though he kind of does.
"They're delicious," Sam's says, like he need to inform Dean of that fact. Like Dean wasn't the one who used to distracted cashiers so that Sammy could get one and get out before anyone noticed.
"No, thanks," the script has his mouth say. "I said I was cold."
Sam kind of frowns, before actually looking at him. "Good luck."
Dean feels another blush coming on, so he just turns and walks away.
*
Anna's a bitch, so it's no wonder that Bella gets stuck playing her.
At least Dean finally gets to kick her ass.
Hey, it's in the script.
*
He jumped and somehow ended up... here.
Wherever here was.
Some plush, high end hotel that had Dean wondering why the hell he and Sam didn't shell out a little more cash. The beds in this place have to be awesome. Not to mention the showers.
And, he's got blonde hair this time. Okay then.
His hand moves up to his ear, and his mouth moves again. It's getting a little tiring. "Dixon, do you copy?"
Now he's talking to himself. Trickster is going down.
Except a voice, one he swears sounds just like Castiel echoes in his ear. "Wow, that's loud."
What he really wants to do is demand where the angel is hiding, why he's talking in his ear, and why the hell isn't he getting them out of there.
"You told Marshall you wanted it louder," is what he actually says. "I was there."
"Okay," Castiel's voice says in his ear again. "My headache and I are 1017."
Dean's amazed. Castiel just told a joke. Kind of.
It was definitely the end of the world.
*
He's not sure what happened, and he's not sure he wants to.
All he knows is that he's sitting in a open grave, which, in and of itself, is not a rare occurrence, but the ticking nuclear bomb he's straddling is.
But the absolute weirdest part of the whole thing? He's on the phone with Ash.
Or, Marshall as he's apparently called here. Of course. He's father is named Jack here and not John.
Thinking of it, he's not actually sure if Sam is actually called Sam either.
Or, really, if he himself is actually Dean.
It's confusing.
tick tick tick
Shit.
" -- red wire, yellow, blue-white, a yellow-red, a black, a orange, a purple-white, a green-white, a blue -- "
Dean's getting dizzy just listening to his own voice.
"Okay, cut the blue-white wire," Ash-Marshall says.
Dean is trying his damnedest not to hyperventilate. "Okay, cutting the blue-white wire!"
"Yeah... oh! Hold the phone!"
"Don't tell me to hold the phone! I'm sitting a on ticking nuclear bomb!" Wow, he didn't know his voice could get that high.
"Are there two timer panels or one?" Ash-Marshall asks, the sound of paper rustle in the background.
"Just, ah... I only see one."
More rustling, and Dean swears his life is starting to fly before his eyes. "Alright, uh, try the blue wire!"
"Try it?!" Dean exclaims, script the last thing on his mind, but it feels right.
"Cut it! Cut it," Ash-Marshall says, sounding about as panicked as Dean feels.
Dean takes a deep breathe and cuts the blue wire.
It stops. Oh god, it stops.
He actually chokes on a sob.
Goddamn, he's never, ever going to complain about hunting demons again.
*
After the whole "broken watch, heart stopping" episode, Dean's not entirely sure whether Sam's just playing a role anymore.
And, if the way his own heart started trying to beat it's damn way out of his chest when he asked Sam out on a hockey "date", of all things, Dean isn't sure if he is either.
After all, apparently in this little world they've found themselves in, Sam isn't Dean's brother. In fact, Dean's "mother" Laura aka Irina Derevko, killed Sam's "father".
Makes for some serious angst, and a shit-load of chick flick moments that Dean, thanks to the script, can't bullshit his way out of. But, maybe possibly, it's a lot less angst then say, incest.
Maybe.
*
Dean's been getting used to the jumps, the missing pieces, and the stupid script, but still. He had a feeling that this... this wasn't gonna end well.
He'd been running down a white hall, red hair again falling in his face, and Sam was running behind him.
Oh, and they were being chased by a freakin' wall of water.
How Sam managed to fall behind with those freakish long legs of his, he'll never know.
Watching the water slam Sam's face against the window is like watching him die all over again.
The rage in which he slams the fire extinguisher into the door isn't just because the script demands it of him.
He's not surprised when it goes black.
*
He wakes up cuffed to a chair, red hair falling in his face, and deja vu all over again.
Except that's when Ellen walks in.
Color him shocked when what comes out of his mouth is "Mom?"
PART TWO
Author: Shri_amato
Beta By: queenklu , who also demanded that I be the one to write this. (it's all her fault. *nodnods*)
Rating: R-NC-17
Pairing(s): Sam/Dean (sort of Syd/Vaughn from Alias)
Warnings: Incest, crack, genderswap, swearing. Did I mention that it's crack?
Summary: Kind of coda for "Changing Channels". Sam and Dean get trapped in Alias. Written for the "Kripke Started It" Changing Channels Free For All Meme
Disclaimer: Kripke owns the boys and all their little friends, and JJ Abrams owns Alias, Syd/Vaughn and almost all the dialogue in this. I'm just playing,
AN: Just so ya'll know going in; this is not only my first attempted at wincest, but slash in general. Also, it might help to have a little bit of knowledge about the show Alias (my first obsession love), but it's not really needed. Enjoy!
*
One minute Dean's listening to Sam talk about how he has genital herpes, and the next he's cuffed to a chair, Kool Aid red hair hanging in his eyes, telling some creepy Asian guy to bite him.
Backwards.
He'll have to remember that one.
He laughs, the words coming out without him even having to think. "I've got bad news for you, man. I am your worst enemy. I've got nothing to lose."
Creepy Guy motions for one of his goons to bring over a black case, and opens it.
"That's not exactly true," Creepy Guy says, tilting the case so Dean can see the tools inside. "You have teeth."
It's original, Dean'll give him that. Most of the "bad guys" he goes up against usually go right for the intestines.
Still, he's beyond relieved when the channel changes again.
He likes his teeth right where they are.
*
He's sitting in what seems to be a, shit... a CIA office if the logo on the wall is any indication, with chairs that appear to be about the same shade of red as the hair that is still hanging in his face.
How chicks deal with it, he'll never understand. Hell, how Sam deals with it, he'll never understand.
And, his jaw feels swollen. Apparently the channel changing didn't stop him from losing his tooth. Fucking awesome.
Sam walks in, and sits down behind the desk, sighing as he goes. "Well, this could be very interesting," he says.
Again, words are spewing out of his mouth before he can stop them. "Does this mean I'm in?"
"No, not yet. They're reviewing your statement. It's -- you wrote a lot," Sam replies.
"I know," his mouth says, moving again without his brain's input. He's starting to think this is what being possessed is like.
"It's like Tolstoy long," Sam says, grinning a little. "Devlin says it could take weeks to verify. But I know we could use another double agent in SD-6. So, we'll be in contact," and Dean's mouth is the one to curl into a slight grin this time before Sam goes on. "I'm gonna get you a ride out of here, keep you concealed... why are you shaking your head?"
Dean himself hadn't even realized he had been, but still, his mouth seems to know what to say. Good thing, cause he doesn't have a clue what's going on. "Because you said 'another'."
Sam cocks his head. "So?"
"So if you really had one already... you most likely wouldn't tell me until I was authenticated."
"Unless I had an instinct about you," Sam says, grinning again.
Dean's mind conjures up all the dirty responses he could have to that, but he doesn't get a chance to voice them. "My bet is you don't have another double --"
"We might --"
" -- but you want me to believe that you do so that on the off chance that I'm actually looking to be a triple agent, I'll report back that there's an existing mole to upset the balance of my agency."
Sam's grin had gotten down right creepy, but apparently Dean Jr. doesn't mind. "I'm not trying to play you," Sam says, while Dean desperately reminds himself that right now, with a Trickster floating about, is not the best time to be jumping his brother.
"We'll see," Dean himself says this time, concentrating harder on the script playing out in his mind.
Trade-mark 'trust me, I'm harmless' puppy eyes on full blast, Sam bows his head. "I have an instinct," he repeats earnestly.
Dean smiles softly back at him, his jaw aching, and tries really hard not to blush.
*
So apparently his "fiance" had died, had been killed, because he'd told her (him? hard to tell when all he hears is the name Danny) what it was he did.
Not that Dean himself completely knows what it is he does. All he knows is SD-6 is bad, CIA is good (which he can't help but laugh at), the YED is his boss (minus the yellow eyes, but just as creepy), and, oh yeah, his Dad is apparently making a cameo in this show as his Dad.
Damn Trickster.
*
So, Dean thinks that using the ploy of "Joey's Pizza" is not only lame, but really counterproductive if Sam really wants him to meet him where-the-fuck-ever. Just hearing the word 'pizza' makes Dean hungry.
Lucky, they're apparently meeting at a gas station, so snacks. All is good.
Only, his hands are reaching for a V8. If he could, he'd smack himself in the head. "It's me."
Sam, who's busy groping a box of cereal, doesn't even look at him when he asks how he's doing, which yeah, undercover agent meeting with handler (a term which had put some really really dirty images in his mind) means uber secrecy, but still. Rude much?
Dean rolls his eyes for the V8's benefit before going along with the script. "How am I doing? I'd say things have been better," he says. "I'm working with friends who have no idea who they're really working for."
"I heard Sloane had you meet your father," Sam says, and really, for being a super-secret kick-ass undercover agent's handler, he really doesn't know the meaning of whisper. Not that he ever has.
The name Sloane throws him off for a moment before remembering the whole 'Sloane-is-Azazel' deal. He envisions all the ways he's going to kill the Trickster when they get out of this. Slowly. Painfully. "Yes, he did. So, what's my counter-mission?"
Sam scoffs, finally abandoning the hope of a love-affair with the cereal box and setting it down. "Navour's been on our short list for the past six months. In August, he attempted to purchase a nuke from Libya," he tells Dean, picking up another cereal box to molest.
Dean's really gonna have to talk to him about that. It's not natural.
"You already knew about Moscow?" Hell, Dean doesn't even know about Moscow.
"No, we didn't. Thank you for that."
Getting cold standing practically inside the fridge, Dean turns away , and goes to stand next to his brother -- handler. Whatever. "Don't mention it," his says, crossing his arms over his chest. "That was cold. So, what's my move?"
Sam puts the box down, and moves to walk around Dean. "Carry out your assignment. Get the documents. When you get back make sure you are holding the stolen files."
Dean perks up at the word 'stolen'. He's always liked stealing.
Grabbing a cup, Sam continues. "We'll execute two brush passes at the airport terminal. The first one will take place at the gate. We'll intercept the materials and create a duplicate copy, then return them to you in a second pass to be executed at the airport curb."
Dean's mind had gone straight to the gutter as soon as he heard "brush pass", so he hasn't exactly caught the rest of what Sam had said. "That's it?" he asks when Sam's blah blah blahing had stopped.
"That's it," Sam says with a nod. "Want a Slush-O?"
"No, thank you," is what the script in Dean's head says, even though he kind of does.
"They're delicious," Sam's says, like he need to inform Dean of that fact. Like Dean wasn't the one who used to distracted cashiers so that Sammy could get one and get out before anyone noticed.
"No, thanks," the script has his mouth say. "I said I was cold."
Sam kind of frowns, before actually looking at him. "Good luck."
Dean feels another blush coming on, so he just turns and walks away.
*
Anna's a bitch, so it's no wonder that Bella gets stuck playing her.
At least Dean finally gets to kick her ass.
Hey, it's in the script.
*
He jumped and somehow ended up... here.
Wherever here was.
Some plush, high end hotel that had Dean wondering why the hell he and Sam didn't shell out a little more cash. The beds in this place have to be awesome. Not to mention the showers.
And, he's got blonde hair this time. Okay then.
His hand moves up to his ear, and his mouth moves again. It's getting a little tiring. "Dixon, do you copy?"
Now he's talking to himself. Trickster is going down.
Except a voice, one he swears sounds just like Castiel echoes in his ear. "Wow, that's loud."
What he really wants to do is demand where the angel is hiding, why he's talking in his ear, and why the hell isn't he getting them out of there.
"You told Marshall you wanted it louder," is what he actually says. "I was there."
"Okay," Castiel's voice says in his ear again. "My headache and I are 1017."
Dean's amazed. Castiel just told a joke. Kind of.
It was definitely the end of the world.
*
He's not sure what happened, and he's not sure he wants to.
All he knows is that he's sitting in a open grave, which, in and of itself, is not a rare occurrence, but the ticking nuclear bomb he's straddling is.
But the absolute weirdest part of the whole thing? He's on the phone with Ash.
Or, Marshall as he's apparently called here. Of course. He's father is named Jack here and not John.
Thinking of it, he's not actually sure if Sam is actually called Sam either.
Or, really, if he himself is actually Dean.
It's confusing.
tick tick tick
Shit.
" -- red wire, yellow, blue-white, a yellow-red, a black, a orange, a purple-white, a green-white, a blue -- "
Dean's getting dizzy just listening to his own voice.
"Okay, cut the blue-white wire," Ash-Marshall says.
Dean is trying his damnedest not to hyperventilate. "Okay, cutting the blue-white wire!"
"Yeah... oh! Hold the phone!"
"Don't tell me to hold the phone! I'm sitting a on ticking nuclear bomb!" Wow, he didn't know his voice could get that high.
"Are there two timer panels or one?" Ash-Marshall asks, the sound of paper rustle in the background.
"Just, ah... I only see one."
More rustling, and Dean swears his life is starting to fly before his eyes. "Alright, uh, try the blue wire!"
"Try it?!" Dean exclaims, script the last thing on his mind, but it feels right.
"Cut it! Cut it," Ash-Marshall says, sounding about as panicked as Dean feels.
Dean takes a deep breathe and cuts the blue wire.
It stops. Oh god, it stops.
He actually chokes on a sob.
Goddamn, he's never, ever going to complain about hunting demons again.
*
After the whole "broken watch, heart stopping" episode, Dean's not entirely sure whether Sam's just playing a role anymore.
And, if the way his own heart started trying to beat it's damn way out of his chest when he asked Sam out on a hockey "date", of all things, Dean isn't sure if he is either.
After all, apparently in this little world they've found themselves in, Sam isn't Dean's brother. In fact, Dean's "mother" Laura aka Irina Derevko, killed Sam's "father".
Makes for some serious angst, and a shit-load of chick flick moments that Dean, thanks to the script, can't bullshit his way out of. But, maybe possibly, it's a lot less angst then say, incest.
Maybe.
*
Dean's been getting used to the jumps, the missing pieces, and the stupid script, but still. He had a feeling that this... this wasn't gonna end well.
He'd been running down a white hall, red hair again falling in his face, and Sam was running behind him.
Oh, and they were being chased by a freakin' wall of water.
How Sam managed to fall behind with those freakish long legs of his, he'll never know.
Watching the water slam Sam's face against the window is like watching him die all over again.
The rage in which he slams the fire extinguisher into the door isn't just because the script demands it of him.
He's not surprised when it goes black.
*
He wakes up cuffed to a chair, red hair falling in his face, and deja vu all over again.
Except that's when Ellen walks in.
Color him shocked when what comes out of his mouth is "Mom?"
PART TWO