Four Times Alec Had to Pretend to be Dean (and one Time Dean Was Alec)
Title: Four Times Alec Had to Pretend to Be Dean (and One Time Dean Was Alec) (AWV)
Author: Jinni (jinni.tth@gmail.com)
Rated: Pg13
Disclaimer: All things SPN belong to Eric Kripke, et al. All things DA belong to James Cameron, Fox, et al.
Notes: You guys wanted June to be a month of AWV fic...and also provided a lot of Five Things AWV prompts. Hope you enjoy.
~one~
For once he was getting a sweet assignment instead of research or stakeout duty, and Alec couldn’t have been more thrilled. Sam and Dean were at the library checking into the local lore of this supposedly haunted mansion at the edge of town, and Alec had been sent to talk to an old friend of theirs.
“Don’t worry about explaining the whole brother-thing,” Dean had said. “She’ll assume you’re me. Just go with it.”
Seemed like a nice, easy plan. He knew enough about Dean that he could pull off a reasonable impersonation if he had to.
Alec raised a hand, knocking on a door so worn with time that the paint was peeling off in little white flakes. He brushed a few off his knuckles with a grimace and waited. Inside the house, he could hear someone moving around, coming towards the door, and he pasted on his best Dean-expression.
The girl’s name was Anna Mae, and he’d been expecting some sort of country bumpkin complete with checkered top and crooked teeth. The woman that answered was none of that. In fact, she was the exact opposite. A dark-haired goddess that must have had a touch of Hispanic blood in her somewhere, with dark eyes and a mouth that -
“Dean Winchester!” she hissed as she pushed open the screen door so hard and fast that Alec would’ve been hit in the face if it weren’t for his speed and reflexes.
It threw him enough that he never saw the smack coming.
~two~
“Look, you just go in there and be me, while I go across town and be me,” Dean cajoled. And, yeah, it was that fucking cajoling, listen-to-me-because-I’m-older voice. Alec hated that one.
“If I get smacked again -“
“Dude, chill,” Dean rolled his eyes. “You’re not gonna get smacked.”
Dean was right, as it turned out. Alec didn’t get smacked.
He wasn’t sure getting kicked in the shin was any better, though.
~three~
“Only you, Dean.” Sam sighed and shook his head.
“What?” Dean asked, all innocence except for the smug smirk on his lips. “It’s not my fault that the ladies find me irresistible, Sammy. Maybe if you weren’t such a -“
“Yeah, well,” Sam cut him off with a wave of his hand. “Tell me how you’re going to get out of this without getting a kick in the balls, Dean. You told both of them you’d go home with them tonight. To separate homes.”
Alec looked back and forth between the girls at the opposite ends of the bar. A redhead and a blonde. Both pretty. And both thought their houses were haunted. Apparently they wanted someone to come ‘check it out’ for them, and that someone needed to be Dean.
It was pretty funny, the more Alec thought about it. Sammy had it right. Only Dean would promise himself to two women.
“Well, here’s what I’m thinking,” Dean drawled, leaning into the table. “Neither one of those lovely ladies has noticed that I have a mini-me here.”
The fuck? Alec glared at him. “Call me that again and I’ll show you what it’s really like to get beat down by a transgenic.”
Dean didn’t look at all apologetic as he continued. “So I figure Alec here can go home with the lovely redheaded Tina while I make sure that Debbie is all safe and sound.”
Getting pimped out by Dean was definitely something that should piss him off.
But ‘Tina’ was really, really easy on the eyes.
“That’s the stupidest thing -“
“I’ll do it,” Alec cut Sam off.
Dean grinned. “Knew I could count on you, little bro.” He paused, drinking off the last of his beer. “I trust you can live up to the Dean Winchester standard?”
Now it was Alec’s turn to roll his eyes, but he didn’t play into the insult. Besides, “Transgenic. Stamina. You’ll be a legend by the time I’m through.”
~four~
When the skinwalker insisted that Dean meet with him - alone - it was Sam’s idea to send Alec in instead.
Dean didn’t like it, Alec could see it in his eyes. That protective streak of his playing havoc with logic and just plain old good planning.
Alec made that son-of-a-bitch sorry he’d ever heard the name Dean Winchester before he was through.
~five~
Dean didn’t like this. He was in a strange city, meeting with someone that promised to be even stranger, by Alec’s description, while Alec was off with Sam practicing the Winchester tradition of breaking and entering on the guy’s place. The thought of the two of them off like that, doing something so sneaky and underhanded and, damn, illegal, made Dean proud.
God, he loved his brothers sometimes.
On second thought, Dean did a mental about-face a few minutes later, when his contact stepped into sight, maybe dislike was more appropriate.
Alec could have warned him that this guy sort of looked like a giant lizard.
Fuck.
He was so putting a stuffed clown in Alec’s bed before he got back from playing burglar.
END
Author: Jinni (jinni.tth@gmail.com)
Rated: Pg13
Disclaimer: All things SPN belong to Eric Kripke, et al. All things DA belong to James Cameron, Fox, et al.
Notes: You guys wanted June to be a month of AWV fic...and also provided a lot of Five Things AWV prompts. Hope you enjoy.
~one~
For once he was getting a sweet assignment instead of research or stakeout duty, and Alec couldn’t have been more thrilled. Sam and Dean were at the library checking into the local lore of this supposedly haunted mansion at the edge of town, and Alec had been sent to talk to an old friend of theirs.
“Don’t worry about explaining the whole brother-thing,” Dean had said. “She’ll assume you’re me. Just go with it.”
Seemed like a nice, easy plan. He knew enough about Dean that he could pull off a reasonable impersonation if he had to.
Alec raised a hand, knocking on a door so worn with time that the paint was peeling off in little white flakes. He brushed a few off his knuckles with a grimace and waited. Inside the house, he could hear someone moving around, coming towards the door, and he pasted on his best Dean-expression.
The girl’s name was Anna Mae, and he’d been expecting some sort of country bumpkin complete with checkered top and crooked teeth. The woman that answered was none of that. In fact, she was the exact opposite. A dark-haired goddess that must have had a touch of Hispanic blood in her somewhere, with dark eyes and a mouth that -
“Dean Winchester!” she hissed as she pushed open the screen door so hard and fast that Alec would’ve been hit in the face if it weren’t for his speed and reflexes.
It threw him enough that he never saw the smack coming.
~two~
“Look, you just go in there and be me, while I go across town and be me,” Dean cajoled. And, yeah, it was that fucking cajoling, listen-to-me-because-I’m-older voice. Alec hated that one.
“If I get smacked again -“
“Dude, chill,” Dean rolled his eyes. “You’re not gonna get smacked.”
Dean was right, as it turned out. Alec didn’t get smacked.
He wasn’t sure getting kicked in the shin was any better, though.
~three~
“Only you, Dean.” Sam sighed and shook his head.
“What?” Dean asked, all innocence except for the smug smirk on his lips. “It’s not my fault that the ladies find me irresistible, Sammy. Maybe if you weren’t such a -“
“Yeah, well,” Sam cut him off with a wave of his hand. “Tell me how you’re going to get out of this without getting a kick in the balls, Dean. You told both of them you’d go home with them tonight. To separate homes.”
Alec looked back and forth between the girls at the opposite ends of the bar. A redhead and a blonde. Both pretty. And both thought their houses were haunted. Apparently they wanted someone to come ‘check it out’ for them, and that someone needed to be Dean.
It was pretty funny, the more Alec thought about it. Sammy had it right. Only Dean would promise himself to two women.
“Well, here’s what I’m thinking,” Dean drawled, leaning into the table. “Neither one of those lovely ladies has noticed that I have a mini-me here.”
The fuck? Alec glared at him. “Call me that again and I’ll show you what it’s really like to get beat down by a transgenic.”
Dean didn’t look at all apologetic as he continued. “So I figure Alec here can go home with the lovely redheaded Tina while I make sure that Debbie is all safe and sound.”
Getting pimped out by Dean was definitely something that should piss him off.
But ‘Tina’ was really, really easy on the eyes.
“That’s the stupidest thing -“
“I’ll do it,” Alec cut Sam off.
Dean grinned. “Knew I could count on you, little bro.” He paused, drinking off the last of his beer. “I trust you can live up to the Dean Winchester standard?”
Now it was Alec’s turn to roll his eyes, but he didn’t play into the insult. Besides, “Transgenic. Stamina. You’ll be a legend by the time I’m through.”
~four~
When the skinwalker insisted that Dean meet with him - alone - it was Sam’s idea to send Alec in instead.
Dean didn’t like it, Alec could see it in his eyes. That protective streak of his playing havoc with logic and just plain old good planning.
Alec made that son-of-a-bitch sorry he’d ever heard the name Dean Winchester before he was through.
~five~
Dean didn’t like this. He was in a strange city, meeting with someone that promised to be even stranger, by Alec’s description, while Alec was off with Sam practicing the Winchester tradition of breaking and entering on the guy’s place. The thought of the two of them off like that, doing something so sneaky and underhanded and, damn, illegal, made Dean proud.
God, he loved his brothers sometimes.
On second thought, Dean did a mental about-face a few minutes later, when his contact stepped into sight, maybe dislike was more appropriate.
Alec could have warned him that this guy sort of looked like a giant lizard.
Fuck.
He was so putting a stuffed clown in Alec’s bed before he got back from playing burglar.
END