SPN/DA Fic: Aftershock Nine
Title: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight - Aftershock Nine - Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen & Sixteen
Also: Minor Tremors parts One & Two
accompaniment(s) to: With a Bang
Author: Mink
Rating: SPN/DA Crossover - PG - Gen - AU in the year 2020
Spoilers: General (for all aired episodes)
Disclaimers: SPN & DA & characters are owned by their various creators.
Summary: Alec POV. Sam takes Alec's bedroom door off the hinges and Alec reacts accordingly.
Alec slammed the fridge closed when he saw the entire top shelf stacked with cartons of milk, yogurt and cheese. He opened the door again and grabbed a package with a cartoon picture of a happy goat on it.
Gross.
“Tryptophan exists in other foods you know,” he grumbled. “Like turkey. And bananas. And large quantities of sesame seeds.”
“Sesame seeds?” Dean asked. “Who the hell eats those?“
Alec pretended the question was too stupid to be answered.
“Don’t go lookin’ at me like that,” Dean said.
“Like what?” Alec readjusted his glare.
“Like yer trying to make my head explode.”
“But this isn’t fair.”
“I’m glad you understand,” Dean said. “Another life lesson we can cross off the list.”
Alec almost attempted to redirect his frustration at Sam but that was a dead end street with absolutely no satisfaction on it. He'd been hoping for some reaction from the guy that wasn’t another carefully worded lecture. Thinking of his bedroom door that Sam had carefully unscrewed and removed from the hinges, Alec decided to be a little mean instead of just loud.
“This is like those suicide watches they’d pull on anyone who freaked out in the lab,” he saw his father’s shoulders tense. Alec fell on to the sofa and kept talking. “You got put under observation until they determined you weren’t going to slit your wrists with anything available-“
“That’s enough.”
Alec met his uncle's look across the room and made another decision.
To keep his mouth shut.
“This isn’t a punishment, Alec,” Sam interrupted. “I just thought you’d be more comfortable on the first floor with us.”
Alec looked around at what few possessions he had stowed up in the attic that were now arranged in the living room. That included some books, a pile of clothes and his reassembled bed.
“You spend most of your time down here anyway,” Sam said. “So what’s the big deal?”
Having his father and uncle as bookends on the crowded couch didn’t sound like it was going to be good times. But at least he had control of the remote.
“Is there a game on?” Dean asked.
Alec ignored the request and flipped through the stations. Sam had opened a book and was officially no longer present. Staring hard at the screen, Alec resisted throwing a fist when another page was loudly flipped over.
“How long are we gonna do this?” Alec asked.
“Forever,” Dean said. “Or until someone has to use the can.”
His uncle helped himself to some chocolate milk.
Sam took a couple swigs of the stuff too.
After about a half an hour Alec noticed that his father and uncle were beginning to sag in their seats and further encroach on his middle cushion of the sofa. The dudes went to bed pretty early but 5PM was a little premature even for them.
Alec continued with the never ending channel surf.
Admittedly, all his family’s yawning was coming along faster than he’d anticipated. But to be fair he’d spiked every beverage in the house with enough tryptophan to switch off a meth-addict. He wasn’t very proud of himself but what was done was done. From the quality of the surround sound snoring it seemed like Alec had provided a much needed service. After all, old people did require more rest than others.
He leaned in close to determine how potent those pills were on the average human being. Dean groggily blinked awake after a poke to the face.
Alec offered him some more milk.
The QVC network was a pleasant lull of discount prices, fake diamonds and hand modeling. Placing the remote quietly on the table, Alec stood up and stretched. It looked like Sam and Dean were out for the count.
And Alec had somewhere else to be.
The sun had gone down but the lady at the grocery store seemed to run on a different set of the same 24 hours. She also seemed to be the only living person to be found down town. Granted, Alec had only been into the shop twice and this was his second time.
“Hello, Alex!”
“Hi,” he didn’t bother to correct her. “Real nice to see you again.”
“Good thing you caught me!” she quickly shut a gossip rag that was laid out on the counter. “I was just about to lock up.”
“Oh, yeah, sorry. You know… errands and stuff.”
“Everyone sure was happy to see you at your father’s service!”
Alec wasn’t sure how he was supposed to respond to that so he just nodded solemnly. He’d sat through a Sunday mass for a lack of anything better do to but it hadn’t been a total waste of time. Besides all the free wine, he’d more importantly discovered that the grocery lady had a giggly daughter that was ten kinds of hot.
“So,” Alec picked through a crate of fresh vegetables. “Are you working all alone tonight or uh… hey, what are you doing?”
“I’ll be just a sec!” She looked a little guilty but she kept dialing the phone anyway. “Last week Pastor Samuel asked me to let him know whenever you happened to stop by.”
“Oh.”
“It’s ringing!”
“Take your time.”
Alec wondered how long she was going to wait, because there was no one on the other end of the line in any condition to chat.
“Hello?” her face lit up. “Pastor?”
Alec’s smile faded.
“Why yes! He’s right here!”
Taking the offered phone, Alec slipped his finger over the hang up button. While he was pretending to listen carefully to the dial tone he happened to catch sight of a glass freezer behind the counter. “Kay, bye! God bless you too.” He handed back the phone with a big fat smile of thanks.
“I-Is everything all right? The Pastor seemed a little-”
“Uh, yeah, he just wanted to make sure I bring home some dinner,” he pointed at the freezer. “Is that a real turkey in there?”
“It’s left over from the last church social.”
“Can I get that to go?”
“Surely.”
Alec remembered that the door was the type that you had to pull and not push this time. Hefting the frozen turkey under his arm, he figured out the yield of .24 grams of snooze per serving.
“Hi, Alex!”
He stopped in his tracks. A chick with three feet of leg and no visible tan lines was lounging against the Chevy like it was magnetized. The grocery lady’s daughter might have owned the same enthusiastic vernacular but that was where all resemblance ended. Alec wondered if the turkey would be okay in the trunk.
These birds always took a few hours to properly thaw out anyway.
go to part 10
Also: Minor Tremors parts One & Two
accompaniment(s) to: With a Bang
Author: Mink
Rating: SPN/DA Crossover - PG - Gen - AU in the year 2020
Spoilers: General (for all aired episodes)
Disclaimers: SPN & DA & characters are owned by their various creators.
Summary: Alec POV. Sam takes Alec's bedroom door off the hinges and Alec reacts accordingly.
Alec slammed the fridge closed when he saw the entire top shelf stacked with cartons of milk, yogurt and cheese. He opened the door again and grabbed a package with a cartoon picture of a happy goat on it.
Gross.
“Tryptophan exists in other foods you know,” he grumbled. “Like turkey. And bananas. And large quantities of sesame seeds.”
“Sesame seeds?” Dean asked. “Who the hell eats those?“
Alec pretended the question was too stupid to be answered.
“Don’t go lookin’ at me like that,” Dean said.
“Like what?” Alec readjusted his glare.
“Like yer trying to make my head explode.”
“But this isn’t fair.”
“I’m glad you understand,” Dean said. “Another life lesson we can cross off the list.”
Alec almost attempted to redirect his frustration at Sam but that was a dead end street with absolutely no satisfaction on it. He'd been hoping for some reaction from the guy that wasn’t another carefully worded lecture. Thinking of his bedroom door that Sam had carefully unscrewed and removed from the hinges, Alec decided to be a little mean instead of just loud.
“This is like those suicide watches they’d pull on anyone who freaked out in the lab,” he saw his father’s shoulders tense. Alec fell on to the sofa and kept talking. “You got put under observation until they determined you weren’t going to slit your wrists with anything available-“
“That’s enough.”
Alec met his uncle's look across the room and made another decision.
To keep his mouth shut.
“This isn’t a punishment, Alec,” Sam interrupted. “I just thought you’d be more comfortable on the first floor with us.”
Alec looked around at what few possessions he had stowed up in the attic that were now arranged in the living room. That included some books, a pile of clothes and his reassembled bed.
“You spend most of your time down here anyway,” Sam said. “So what’s the big deal?”
Having his father and uncle as bookends on the crowded couch didn’t sound like it was going to be good times. But at least he had control of the remote.
“Is there a game on?” Dean asked.
Alec ignored the request and flipped through the stations. Sam had opened a book and was officially no longer present. Staring hard at the screen, Alec resisted throwing a fist when another page was loudly flipped over.
“How long are we gonna do this?” Alec asked.
“Forever,” Dean said. “Or until someone has to use the can.”
His uncle helped himself to some chocolate milk.
Sam took a couple swigs of the stuff too.
After about a half an hour Alec noticed that his father and uncle were beginning to sag in their seats and further encroach on his middle cushion of the sofa. The dudes went to bed pretty early but 5PM was a little premature even for them.
Alec continued with the never ending channel surf.
Admittedly, all his family’s yawning was coming along faster than he’d anticipated. But to be fair he’d spiked every beverage in the house with enough tryptophan to switch off a meth-addict. He wasn’t very proud of himself but what was done was done. From the quality of the surround sound snoring it seemed like Alec had provided a much needed service. After all, old people did require more rest than others.
He leaned in close to determine how potent those pills were on the average human being. Dean groggily blinked awake after a poke to the face.
Alec offered him some more milk.
The QVC network was a pleasant lull of discount prices, fake diamonds and hand modeling. Placing the remote quietly on the table, Alec stood up and stretched. It looked like Sam and Dean were out for the count.
And Alec had somewhere else to be.
The sun had gone down but the lady at the grocery store seemed to run on a different set of the same 24 hours. She also seemed to be the only living person to be found down town. Granted, Alec had only been into the shop twice and this was his second time.
“Hello, Alex!”
“Hi,” he didn’t bother to correct her. “Real nice to see you again.”
“Good thing you caught me!” she quickly shut a gossip rag that was laid out on the counter. “I was just about to lock up.”
“Oh, yeah, sorry. You know… errands and stuff.”
“Everyone sure was happy to see you at your father’s service!”
Alec wasn’t sure how he was supposed to respond to that so he just nodded solemnly. He’d sat through a Sunday mass for a lack of anything better do to but it hadn’t been a total waste of time. Besides all the free wine, he’d more importantly discovered that the grocery lady had a giggly daughter that was ten kinds of hot.
“So,” Alec picked through a crate of fresh vegetables. “Are you working all alone tonight or uh… hey, what are you doing?”
“I’ll be just a sec!” She looked a little guilty but she kept dialing the phone anyway. “Last week Pastor Samuel asked me to let him know whenever you happened to stop by.”
“Oh.”
“It’s ringing!”
“Take your time.”
Alec wondered how long she was going to wait, because there was no one on the other end of the line in any condition to chat.
“Hello?” her face lit up. “Pastor?”
Alec’s smile faded.
“Why yes! He’s right here!”
Taking the offered phone, Alec slipped his finger over the hang up button. While he was pretending to listen carefully to the dial tone he happened to catch sight of a glass freezer behind the counter. “Kay, bye! God bless you too.” He handed back the phone with a big fat smile of thanks.
“I-Is everything all right? The Pastor seemed a little-”
“Uh, yeah, he just wanted to make sure I bring home some dinner,” he pointed at the freezer. “Is that a real turkey in there?”
“It’s left over from the last church social.”
“Can I get that to go?”
“Surely.”
Alec remembered that the door was the type that you had to pull and not push this time. Hefting the frozen turkey under his arm, he figured out the yield of .24 grams of snooze per serving.
“Hi, Alex!”
He stopped in his tracks. A chick with three feet of leg and no visible tan lines was lounging against the Chevy like it was magnetized. The grocery lady’s daughter might have owned the same enthusiastic vernacular but that was where all resemblance ended. Alec wondered if the turkey would be okay in the trunk.
These birds always took a few hours to properly thaw out anyway.
go to part 10