SPN/DA Fic: With a Bang part 10 of 15
Further evidence that I can be talked into anything. lomer asked and so I did it. ♥ In the spirit of fast & fun (and no time for craiji epics) this fic will be: in small installments, flying without a beta, and basically flash-fic of the most flashy kind. (even more flashy for me)
Title: With a Bang - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - part 9 - part 10 - part 11 - part 12 - part 13 - part 14 - part 15 & Epilogue *Completed*
For all other stories in the bang!verse go: here
Author: Mink
Rating: SPN/DA Crossover - PG - Gen - AU in the year 2020 clap your hands and believe!
Spoilers: General (for all aired episodes)
Disclaimers: SPN & DA & characters are owned by their various creators.
Summary: Two worlds collide and all three explode.
Alec had never told anyone but he didn't like the ocean that much.
It was difficult to predict, problematic to transverse, and it tasted like shit. People always seemed to be writing poems and epic odes to the beauty of the sea but to a transgenic's enhanced senses it wasn't all that pleasant. The cluttered shore was just a place for billion different forms of life to be born and die and Alec could smell the stink of every one of them.
“Beautiful day,” Dean smiled at the gray waves. “Makes ya feel alive don't it?”
Alec avoided looking at the day old bruises on his uncle's face. The ugly colors matched the patch work of storm clouds drifting in low over the water. To anyone watching from the road they looked like just some beachcombers enjoying the frosty morning air. Fairly stupid beachcombers considering most of the shoreline was littered with land mines left over from the last cold war. But the police drones that patrolled the area only came by every thirty minutes. That gave plenty of time to take an unauthorized shortcut across the sand.
Alec glanced uneasily over his shoulder.
“Should we wait for him?” he asked. “He's just standing there.”
“Leave Sam be,” Dean said. “He's comin'.”
Alec had been trained to operate efficiently over most kinds of terrain, but he was having trouble with the smooth round stones that covered the beach. Every time he turned around to see if his father was following along behind them, he wrenched an ankle between the rocks.
Dean caught him by the elbow before he fell flat out on his face.
“What did I tell you?”
“I know,” Alec mumbled. “It's just, I dunno, it's, it's...”
“It's weird.” Dean finished for him. “Last time Sam went nuclear he didn't even know who I was for about a week. Lemme tell ya, it made long car trips real awkward.”
Alec stared at the rocks under his boots. “Can anyone do the stuff he did?” he ventured. “Anyone with... the blood?”
“You mean can you do it?” Dean looked at him sideways.
“You came looking for me for a reason. That Meg-thing said it too.”
Alec sensed a sudden change in his uncle's mood, the median of Dean's scent shifting abruptly into the roil of anger.
“You think we wanna use you like they do?”
“N-No, wait, I didn't mean--”
“We spent ten years looking for your top secret ass. Trust me, we didn't care what we found. We just wanted to find you and that's what we did.”
Alec shoved his hands in his pockets and tried biting his tongue again.
“Have you maybe wondered why it took us so long?” Dean muttered. ”We have our slow days, but come on, ten years is stretch even for us.”
Alec looked at his uncle uncertainly.
“Those bastards came real close to getting a gate open in '09,” he explained. “Like I told you it didn't work out too great for either side. The thing collapsed and screwed everything up. The weather. The tides. Even all the technology. But they came so close they could taste it. Everyone on the planet with power could.”
“Even Sam?”
“That's when he figured out you were still alive,” Dean said. “So we dug up some documents to prove it and we were on our way.”
“Ten years ago.”
“Yup.”
“So... what changed?”
They both paused when Sam began to lag too far behind them.
“You just turned 21 right?” Dean dug the toe of his boot into the packed sand. “Sam's... dreams... didn't start showin' up until he was near your age. Then the dreams turned into weird visions and now its gotten to be what you saw last night.”
“My dreams started 15 days ago.”
“It was like Sam could hear you callin'," Dean shook his head. ”Ten years of nothing and then two weeks back he wakes me up in the middle of the night and says we gotta head to Seattle.”
Alec watched his father make his way down the beach towards them. “Why would some all powerful demon wait around so long for its children to grow and... hatch?”
Dean snorted a laugh.
“That little detail kept me up thinkin' for a lot of nights. But it figures that the simplest explanation always turns out to be the right one.”
And just like that Alec understood.
“They don't want to wait. They just don't have any choice.”
“Bingo,” Dean nodded. “Whenever another decade rolls around another gate gets ready to open. And all the kids like you start activating like someone tossed an on-switch.”
Alec had to stop and steady himself on the slick rocks as cold hard realization sunk in. “That means there's a gate here,” he looked around the windy shore. “There's one in the city.”
“Yer close but not quite,” Dean yanked up the collar of his jacket and got back to walking. “There isn't a gate in the city.”
Alec's chilled skin went ice cold.
“The damn gate is the city,” Dean told him. “And you can't be anywhere near here when they get ready to blow the thing wide open.”
Most of the fields of cracked concrete down by the water were empty. Some were left over foundations from the steel warehouses that were dismantled for scrap. A few had been pulled up with bulldozers and were overgrown gardens of thorned weeds. But most of it was left to become junk yard museums of the rusted ships that had once chugged through the busy city ports.
Besides a few stray dogs no one had much reason to hang out in an abandoned dry dock.
Unless some business needed to be done off the city camera network.
“How you feelin', Sammy?”
Alec waited anxiously for Sam to answer Dean's question. His father's eyes had lost the vacancy that had been there all morning but there was still something wrong. The detached wander of the normally sure gaze made Alec feel uncomfortable and nervous for no good reason.
“Tired,” Sam said it like it was a chore to speak. “Real tired.”
“We're gonna get a car soon,” Dean assured him. “You can sleep all the way to the border.”
Sam nodded absently.
“Hey Alec,” Dean turned away from the wind that started to blow in a little colder off the water. “About this Eyes Only guy? I know Sam said he's all clear and what I could find on the dude checks out but--”
“Logan is totally on the level,” Alec was getting tired of repeating it but he could sympathize with a good strong case of paranoia. “If he said he'll be here then he'll be here.”
“Does your boyfriend wear a trench coat, designer shades and frown a lot?”
“Stop calling him my boyfriend,” Alec checked and rechecked the gun Dean had given him. “And yeah, you pretty much nailed him.”
“He's early.”
Alec swung around to see what Dean was looking at. For an Ordinary his uncle seemed to notice more than a transgenic did half the time. Dressed in a long black coat, Eyes Only was standing at the edge of the pier a full hour before scheduled. And more importantly there was a nondescript pickup truck with a few barrels of gas in the back parked right next to him.
“I'll go first,” Alec said quickly. “He doesn't know you and he might get freaked.”
Pulling Sam in tow, Dean reluctantly moved back between the rotting boats. Making sure they were out of sight, Alec started walking fast. There was a weightlessness to his step as a feeling of relief swept through him. He wished he had a longer span of time to tell Logan some of the things he'd learned but he knew their meeting would have to be short and sweet. Alec had all the cash he owned sitting in one pocket and all the gratitude he possessed in the smile on his face. He hoped the money and his thanks would be enough to cover the expenses until he worked out something up north.
When Alec got within a few yards of Logan he stopped dead in his tracks. The man's posture was restless and guarded.
Something was wrong.
“L-Logan?”
“I had to do it, Alec.”
“What?” Alec stepped forwards. “What's going on?”
“They took her,” When Logan took off the sunglasses his eyes were bloodshot. “They told me if I didn't get you to meet me here they would kill her.”
He was holding some photographs in his gloved hands. The glossy paper was crushed in his grip but the woman in every picture was crystal clear. Max's dark hair was matted with blood, her bruised eyes wide open and staring vehemently into the lens. Alec dully realized the slight sway to Logan's stance and glazed eyes meant he had been doing some hard drinking.
“They-they sent me these last night,” Logan let the photos flutter to the ground. “I didn't know what else to do.”
Alec cursed under his breath and quickly scanned their immediate area for unwanted company.
“It's okay, Logan” he grabbed the man's arm and started pulling him away. “I've got friends here that can help. We just got to regroup and discuss this all somewhere that's not here.”
“Alec, stop.” Logan wouldn't budge. “There are men stationed on all the access roads just waiting for this truck to show. He's not gonna let us go anywhere.”
“Who-who isn't?” Alec searched all the narrow paths through the maze of boats. “You just got to move fast, all right? We'll get out of here--”
“Does this mean we have to hitch to Canada?”
Alec cringed at the sound of Dean's voice.
He didn't want to turn around and look but he knew he had too. As Alec suspected it was exactly what he didn't want to see right at the moment. Dean was there with a cocked gun and an extremely unhappy look on his face. Alec hadn't been with his family long but he had a distinct impression they didn't appreciate being fucked around with.
“Let me share my first of many life lessons with you, Alec,” Dean leveled the weapon at Logan. “Never trust anyone you meet on the internet.”
“It's not his fault,” Alec shoved Logan behind him and backed up. “Those black eyed freaks got Max!”
“Just step away from the rat.”
“No.” Alec decided on a course of action. “No way.”
Dean looked nothing but confused when the gun was suddenly wrenched out of his hand. Alec knew you could read every text book on the shelf about X5s but seeing one blur into motion always put that look on people's faces. Even the stoic scientists that had sketched the blueprints themselves never knew what to think when their pets performed as designed.
“I wasn't gonna kill 'im,” Dean didn't bother trying to struggle out of Alec's headlock. “I was just gonna maim him a little.”
Alec squeezed a little harder.
“Okay! Okay!” Dean surrendered. “I get it! Lay off already!”
Logan stumbled up against the side of the pick up and peered at them in bewilderment. “Dean?” he hesitantly asked. “Dean Winchester?”
“What the--” Alec released the hold on his uncle and let him stand up. “You know this guy?”
Dean righted himself and ruefully rubbed at his wrist. He looked Logan up and down a few times before recognition brightened his face.
“Holy shit, Logan... Cale?” Dean laughed in disbelief. “Sam! Hold yer fire and come out here! You're not gonna believe this!”
Sam stepped carefully out from behind a clump of rotting fishing nets with a lowered gun. Logan backed up a few steps but held his ground.
“Alec didn't tell us Eyes Only was Logan Cale,” Dean smiled at the startled man. “I guess we shoulda figured what with your set up and everything. By the way, nice website you got goin' on there. I took your poll about corrupt government and left a comment--”
“Wait!” Alec breathed. “You know him too?”
“Sure!” Dean gave Logan a firm pat on the shoulder that almost sent him into the dirt. “Haven't seen him in a few years but this guy? This guy is famous.”
“A famous what?”
“A famous hunter,” Dean said. “What else?”
Alec blinked at Logan who was still staring in confusion at the Winchesters.
“How did you-when did you get-” Logan stammered. “How do you know Alec?”
“We'll talk later,” Sam interrupted them.
“What is it?” Dean quickly picked up his dropped gun. “Talk to me.”
“We don't have much time.”
Alec anxiously recalled Logan mentioning that someone unfriendly was waiting in the wings and never gotten around to saying just who it might be. But his father apparently knew precisely who had set them all up and it was the last name Alec ever wanted to hear.
“Ames White is coming.”
tbc
go to part 11
Title: With a Bang - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - part 9 - part 10 - part 11 - part 12 - part 13 - part 14 - part 15 & Epilogue *Completed*
For all other stories in the bang!verse go: here
Author: Mink
Rating: SPN/DA Crossover - PG - Gen - AU in the year 2020 clap your hands and believe!
Spoilers: General (for all aired episodes)
Disclaimers: SPN & DA & characters are owned by their various creators.
Summary: Two worlds collide and all three explode.
Alec had never told anyone but he didn't like the ocean that much.
It was difficult to predict, problematic to transverse, and it tasted like shit. People always seemed to be writing poems and epic odes to the beauty of the sea but to a transgenic's enhanced senses it wasn't all that pleasant. The cluttered shore was just a place for billion different forms of life to be born and die and Alec could smell the stink of every one of them.
“Beautiful day,” Dean smiled at the gray waves. “Makes ya feel alive don't it?”
Alec avoided looking at the day old bruises on his uncle's face. The ugly colors matched the patch work of storm clouds drifting in low over the water. To anyone watching from the road they looked like just some beachcombers enjoying the frosty morning air. Fairly stupid beachcombers considering most of the shoreline was littered with land mines left over from the last cold war. But the police drones that patrolled the area only came by every thirty minutes. That gave plenty of time to take an unauthorized shortcut across the sand.
Alec glanced uneasily over his shoulder.
“Should we wait for him?” he asked. “He's just standing there.”
“Leave Sam be,” Dean said. “He's comin'.”
Alec had been trained to operate efficiently over most kinds of terrain, but he was having trouble with the smooth round stones that covered the beach. Every time he turned around to see if his father was following along behind them, he wrenched an ankle between the rocks.
Dean caught him by the elbow before he fell flat out on his face.
“What did I tell you?”
“I know,” Alec mumbled. “It's just, I dunno, it's, it's...”
“It's weird.” Dean finished for him. “Last time Sam went nuclear he didn't even know who I was for about a week. Lemme tell ya, it made long car trips real awkward.”
Alec stared at the rocks under his boots. “Can anyone do the stuff he did?” he ventured. “Anyone with... the blood?”
“You mean can you do it?” Dean looked at him sideways.
“You came looking for me for a reason. That Meg-thing said it too.”
Alec sensed a sudden change in his uncle's mood, the median of Dean's scent shifting abruptly into the roil of anger.
“You think we wanna use you like they do?”
“N-No, wait, I didn't mean--”
“We spent ten years looking for your top secret ass. Trust me, we didn't care what we found. We just wanted to find you and that's what we did.”
Alec shoved his hands in his pockets and tried biting his tongue again.
“Have you maybe wondered why it took us so long?” Dean muttered. ”We have our slow days, but come on, ten years is stretch even for us.”
Alec looked at his uncle uncertainly.
“Those bastards came real close to getting a gate open in '09,” he explained. “Like I told you it didn't work out too great for either side. The thing collapsed and screwed everything up. The weather. The tides. Even all the technology. But they came so close they could taste it. Everyone on the planet with power could.”
“Even Sam?”
“That's when he figured out you were still alive,” Dean said. “So we dug up some documents to prove it and we were on our way.”
“Ten years ago.”
“Yup.”
“So... what changed?”
They both paused when Sam began to lag too far behind them.
“You just turned 21 right?” Dean dug the toe of his boot into the packed sand. “Sam's... dreams... didn't start showin' up until he was near your age. Then the dreams turned into weird visions and now its gotten to be what you saw last night.”
“My dreams started 15 days ago.”
“It was like Sam could hear you callin'," Dean shook his head. ”Ten years of nothing and then two weeks back he wakes me up in the middle of the night and says we gotta head to Seattle.”
Alec watched his father make his way down the beach towards them. “Why would some all powerful demon wait around so long for its children to grow and... hatch?”
Dean snorted a laugh.
“That little detail kept me up thinkin' for a lot of nights. But it figures that the simplest explanation always turns out to be the right one.”
And just like that Alec understood.
“They don't want to wait. They just don't have any choice.”
“Bingo,” Dean nodded. “Whenever another decade rolls around another gate gets ready to open. And all the kids like you start activating like someone tossed an on-switch.”
Alec had to stop and steady himself on the slick rocks as cold hard realization sunk in. “That means there's a gate here,” he looked around the windy shore. “There's one in the city.”
“Yer close but not quite,” Dean yanked up the collar of his jacket and got back to walking. “There isn't a gate in the city.”
Alec's chilled skin went ice cold.
“The damn gate is the city,” Dean told him. “And you can't be anywhere near here when they get ready to blow the thing wide open.”
Most of the fields of cracked concrete down by the water were empty. Some were left over foundations from the steel warehouses that were dismantled for scrap. A few had been pulled up with bulldozers and were overgrown gardens of thorned weeds. But most of it was left to become junk yard museums of the rusted ships that had once chugged through the busy city ports.
Besides a few stray dogs no one had much reason to hang out in an abandoned dry dock.
Unless some business needed to be done off the city camera network.
“How you feelin', Sammy?”
Alec waited anxiously for Sam to answer Dean's question. His father's eyes had lost the vacancy that had been there all morning but there was still something wrong. The detached wander of the normally sure gaze made Alec feel uncomfortable and nervous for no good reason.
“Tired,” Sam said it like it was a chore to speak. “Real tired.”
“We're gonna get a car soon,” Dean assured him. “You can sleep all the way to the border.”
Sam nodded absently.
“Hey Alec,” Dean turned away from the wind that started to blow in a little colder off the water. “About this Eyes Only guy? I know Sam said he's all clear and what I could find on the dude checks out but--”
“Logan is totally on the level,” Alec was getting tired of repeating it but he could sympathize with a good strong case of paranoia. “If he said he'll be here then he'll be here.”
“Does your boyfriend wear a trench coat, designer shades and frown a lot?”
“Stop calling him my boyfriend,” Alec checked and rechecked the gun Dean had given him. “And yeah, you pretty much nailed him.”
“He's early.”
Alec swung around to see what Dean was looking at. For an Ordinary his uncle seemed to notice more than a transgenic did half the time. Dressed in a long black coat, Eyes Only was standing at the edge of the pier a full hour before scheduled. And more importantly there was a nondescript pickup truck with a few barrels of gas in the back parked right next to him.
“I'll go first,” Alec said quickly. “He doesn't know you and he might get freaked.”
Pulling Sam in tow, Dean reluctantly moved back between the rotting boats. Making sure they were out of sight, Alec started walking fast. There was a weightlessness to his step as a feeling of relief swept through him. He wished he had a longer span of time to tell Logan some of the things he'd learned but he knew their meeting would have to be short and sweet. Alec had all the cash he owned sitting in one pocket and all the gratitude he possessed in the smile on his face. He hoped the money and his thanks would be enough to cover the expenses until he worked out something up north.
When Alec got within a few yards of Logan he stopped dead in his tracks. The man's posture was restless and guarded.
Something was wrong.
“L-Logan?”
“I had to do it, Alec.”
“What?” Alec stepped forwards. “What's going on?”
“They took her,” When Logan took off the sunglasses his eyes were bloodshot. “They told me if I didn't get you to meet me here they would kill her.”
He was holding some photographs in his gloved hands. The glossy paper was crushed in his grip but the woman in every picture was crystal clear. Max's dark hair was matted with blood, her bruised eyes wide open and staring vehemently into the lens. Alec dully realized the slight sway to Logan's stance and glazed eyes meant he had been doing some hard drinking.
“They-they sent me these last night,” Logan let the photos flutter to the ground. “I didn't know what else to do.”
Alec cursed under his breath and quickly scanned their immediate area for unwanted company.
“It's okay, Logan” he grabbed the man's arm and started pulling him away. “I've got friends here that can help. We just got to regroup and discuss this all somewhere that's not here.”
“Alec, stop.” Logan wouldn't budge. “There are men stationed on all the access roads just waiting for this truck to show. He's not gonna let us go anywhere.”
“Who-who isn't?” Alec searched all the narrow paths through the maze of boats. “You just got to move fast, all right? We'll get out of here--”
“Does this mean we have to hitch to Canada?”
Alec cringed at the sound of Dean's voice.
He didn't want to turn around and look but he knew he had too. As Alec suspected it was exactly what he didn't want to see right at the moment. Dean was there with a cocked gun and an extremely unhappy look on his face. Alec hadn't been with his family long but he had a distinct impression they didn't appreciate being fucked around with.
“Let me share my first of many life lessons with you, Alec,” Dean leveled the weapon at Logan. “Never trust anyone you meet on the internet.”
“It's not his fault,” Alec shoved Logan behind him and backed up. “Those black eyed freaks got Max!”
“Just step away from the rat.”
“No.” Alec decided on a course of action. “No way.”
Dean looked nothing but confused when the gun was suddenly wrenched out of his hand. Alec knew you could read every text book on the shelf about X5s but seeing one blur into motion always put that look on people's faces. Even the stoic scientists that had sketched the blueprints themselves never knew what to think when their pets performed as designed.
“I wasn't gonna kill 'im,” Dean didn't bother trying to struggle out of Alec's headlock. “I was just gonna maim him a little.”
Alec squeezed a little harder.
“Okay! Okay!” Dean surrendered. “I get it! Lay off already!”
Logan stumbled up against the side of the pick up and peered at them in bewilderment. “Dean?” he hesitantly asked. “Dean Winchester?”
“What the--” Alec released the hold on his uncle and let him stand up. “You know this guy?”
Dean righted himself and ruefully rubbed at his wrist. He looked Logan up and down a few times before recognition brightened his face.
“Holy shit, Logan... Cale?” Dean laughed in disbelief. “Sam! Hold yer fire and come out here! You're not gonna believe this!”
Sam stepped carefully out from behind a clump of rotting fishing nets with a lowered gun. Logan backed up a few steps but held his ground.
“Alec didn't tell us Eyes Only was Logan Cale,” Dean smiled at the startled man. “I guess we shoulda figured what with your set up and everything. By the way, nice website you got goin' on there. I took your poll about corrupt government and left a comment--”
“Wait!” Alec breathed. “You know him too?”
“Sure!” Dean gave Logan a firm pat on the shoulder that almost sent him into the dirt. “Haven't seen him in a few years but this guy? This guy is famous.”
“A famous what?”
“A famous hunter,” Dean said. “What else?”
Alec blinked at Logan who was still staring in confusion at the Winchesters.
“How did you-when did you get-” Logan stammered. “How do you know Alec?”
“We'll talk later,” Sam interrupted them.
“What is it?” Dean quickly picked up his dropped gun. “Talk to me.”
“We don't have much time.”
Alec anxiously recalled Logan mentioning that someone unfriendly was waiting in the wings and never gotten around to saying just who it might be. But his father apparently knew precisely who had set them all up and it was the last name Alec ever wanted to hear.
“Ames White is coming.”
tbc
go to part 11