Staring Up At Where the Moon Should Be (Supernatural/Dark Angel, gen, R) 3/?
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Title: Staring Up At Where the Moon Should Be
Author: Spinny Roses
Fandom: Supernatural/Dark Angel
Rating: R
Warnings: Gen, violence
Spoilers: "In My Time of Dying" for Supernatural, up to "Love in Vein" for Dark Angel
Disclaimer: Don't own. Title from "Stray" by Yoko Kanno.
Summary: In 2009, children with special gifts stopped losing their mothers six months after they were born. Ten years later, people start disappearing six months after their fortieth birthday.
Staring Up At Where the Moon Should Be
By Spinny Roses
Chapter 3
"Max!" Alec swung off his bike, and waved at her. Max just rolled her eyes, fitting the package better on her back. "Aw, don't be like that. I'm only... thirty minutes late on a double run."
"Yeah, which means Normal's going to dock my pay because I had to wait for your lazy ass instead of working." Max grabbed her bike and passed one package to him. "Come on."
"What, nothing for me? A hello, maybe a kiss?"
Max let out an explosive sigh, mounting her bike. "A foot up your ass if we don't get these packages to their owner. Let's get moving. Normal was about to fire me for your lack of punctuality."
Alec just snorted. "Normal knows people aren't exactly climbing over him to get a job here. Just the freaks and geeks. Who's the package for?"
"Does it matter? Ass in gear, now."
---
"Mind explaining about that?" Sam demanded, putting his gun down. "X5-494? Who the hell was that?"
Dean just sighed in relief, locking the door. "You heard him. Alec."
"Yeah, see, that's not going to fly. He said he was one of my brothers, and he looks exactly like you did when you were twenty. Start explaining."
Dean sat down slowly, knees popping as he lowered himself down. "You're not going to go ballistic if I explain, will you?" At Sam's shake of the head, he continued, "he's a transgenic."
"A what? One of those chimeras?"
"Not exactly. They have some special enhancements, and feline DNA for extra specialness, but they're essentially human."
Sam snorted. "See, now, normally you'd be calling that a monster."
Dean groaned, rubbing his forehead. "They're not monsters. You really haven't dealt with a transgenic before?" He didn't have to look up to see Sam shaking his head. "The supersoldiers that the government had been messing with and the papers went nuts over?"
"Dean..."
"Yeah, yeah." He took a deep breath. "The government didn't build them out of nothing. Most of them were leftover fertilized eggs from in vitro. Government bought them and started playing with the DNA, making it better and adding a few extra surprises."
Sam just blinked. "Like the feline DNA you mentioned before."
"Now you're getting it. Dad didn't really mention it until after you left for school, but as long as the company that did in vitro for Mom had the rights to mess with the leftover ones. Found out when there was this poltergeist in Wyoming and Dad and I went to take care of it."
Sam lifted an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Just one question, Dean. Why didn't you say all this first?"
---
When it was all said and done, Alec even acted like Dean at twenty. The only thing that was different was that he didn't act like he had just figured out the wonders of sex and had to share it with every female alive. Just every other female.
"And that's all we have so far," he concluded. "Getting pre-Pulse info is pretty tough going, even for me." Alec scratched just under the Jam Pony hat on his head. "But with the age and-"
Dean's chin came up sharply. "Most demons have a set pattern. Virgins on the full moon, people six months after their fortieth birthday, little grandmothers with pink hair, rocker shirt, and peg leg... we just have to figure out what sort of demon wants older humans."
Sam and Alec gave Dean a look, but Sam looked over the papers one last time. "Thing is, there's not enough in common with the victims. We're missing something."
"I know." Dean reached up to his neck, then lowered his hand. "Whatever it is, it has something to do with the family. That one thing we're missing."
Alec rolled his eyes, turning away. "If you guys are going to continue to talk about mythical beings and demons and shit, I'm going to have to get back to, you know, my job?"
Dean just looked at his genetic twin, then let out a disgusted snort. "Fine, whatever. Hey, Sam, put on your geekboy hat or whatever and find what I'm missing. Dumbshit and I need to talk."
There was a snorting laugh, then Sam waved his hand. "Sure thing, old man."
"Bitch."
Alec shifted his backpack, reaching for his bike. "When you two are done with the disgusting display of obvious brotherly love, I'll be out there. Nice seeing you in whoa hey hey hands off the goods, Dean." He didn't fight on the way out, just grinning the entire time. "Damn, I know we're good looking but I didn't think you couldn't keep your hands off me."
Dean shook his head, closing the door firmly. "Alec, listen. Sam doesn't know anything about transgenics or the psi series. He doesn't know a damn thing about why he would have such strong psychic abilities or why anyone would breed for it. And I don't think it's something he needs to know."
"You don't think he needs to know that someone messed with his DNA like they did with someone like me?" Alec said skeptically. "Dean, I hope I didn't get my brains from you because that is the stupidest thing I've ever heard."
"Yeah, I know, it'll come back and bite me in the ass sometime." Dean rubbed the back of his neck. "But if he knew he was built in a lab before being put into Mom? He did this stupid-ass emo thing after his girlfriend died back in college. He might have grown out of it but I put nothing by Sammy."
Alec just laughed. "Somehow I can believe that."
Dean let out another snort. "I'll ease him into it. Go, tell your boss stupid shit."
"Yes sir," Alec said mockingly, swinging himself onto the bike. "Oh, by the way. You might want to be careful. There's this insane asshole out there that wants to capture or kill or whatever us transgenics. You don't have any transgenic signals but still." He raised one hand as he started away. "Have fun with your imaginary demon stuff."
He didn't manage more than to open his mouth by the time Alec had pedaled away. "Jerk," Dean muttered, yanking the door open again. Sam wasn't by the research information, but the bathroom door was closed and there was sound of occupancy. He rubbed at one gritty eye, trying not to yawn. "Yo, Sam. Wake me up in two hours, okay?"
There was a sound of assent and running water from the bathroom, and Dean grunted back as he laid down. It really did suck getting old.
---
Something was wrong.
It was dark, which was definitely the first problem. It had been early afternoon before the nap, and now it was firmly in a summer night. Dean looked over, the research papers still in the same place and Sam missing. The keys were still there and the truck, yep still outside. And since the truck didn't look like the Impala after Sam drove it last, it had been left there and...
Shit. Shit!
Dean scrambled for the phone, punching in the number he knew by heart, only to toss the phone across the room as he heard the familiar ring tone chirp on the table. He stood there for the next few minutes, panting at the phone before he finally closed his mouth.
"Goddamn it, at least get the right brother," he muttered, closing his eyes.
It was 12:45 AM on July 24th, 2019.
Title: Staring Up At Where the Moon Should Be
Author: Spinny Roses
Fandom: Supernatural/Dark Angel
Rating: R
Warnings: Gen, violence
Spoilers: "In My Time of Dying" for Supernatural, up to "Love in Vein" for Dark Angel
Disclaimer: Don't own. Title from "Stray" by Yoko Kanno.
Summary: In 2009, children with special gifts stopped losing their mothers six months after they were born. Ten years later, people start disappearing six months after their fortieth birthday.
Staring Up At Where the Moon Should Be
By Spinny Roses
Chapter 3
"Max!" Alec swung off his bike, and waved at her. Max just rolled her eyes, fitting the package better on her back. "Aw, don't be like that. I'm only... thirty minutes late on a double run."
"Yeah, which means Normal's going to dock my pay because I had to wait for your lazy ass instead of working." Max grabbed her bike and passed one package to him. "Come on."
"What, nothing for me? A hello, maybe a kiss?"
Max let out an explosive sigh, mounting her bike. "A foot up your ass if we don't get these packages to their owner. Let's get moving. Normal was about to fire me for your lack of punctuality."
Alec just snorted. "Normal knows people aren't exactly climbing over him to get a job here. Just the freaks and geeks. Who's the package for?"
"Does it matter? Ass in gear, now."
---
"Mind explaining about that?" Sam demanded, putting his gun down. "X5-494? Who the hell was that?"
Dean just sighed in relief, locking the door. "You heard him. Alec."
"Yeah, see, that's not going to fly. He said he was one of my brothers, and he looks exactly like you did when you were twenty. Start explaining."
Dean sat down slowly, knees popping as he lowered himself down. "You're not going to go ballistic if I explain, will you?" At Sam's shake of the head, he continued, "he's a transgenic."
"A what? One of those chimeras?"
"Not exactly. They have some special enhancements, and feline DNA for extra specialness, but they're essentially human."
Sam snorted. "See, now, normally you'd be calling that a monster."
Dean groaned, rubbing his forehead. "They're not monsters. You really haven't dealt with a transgenic before?" He didn't have to look up to see Sam shaking his head. "The supersoldiers that the government had been messing with and the papers went nuts over?"
"Dean..."
"Yeah, yeah." He took a deep breath. "The government didn't build them out of nothing. Most of them were leftover fertilized eggs from in vitro. Government bought them and started playing with the DNA, making it better and adding a few extra surprises."
Sam just blinked. "Like the feline DNA you mentioned before."
"Now you're getting it. Dad didn't really mention it until after you left for school, but as long as the company that did in vitro for Mom had the rights to mess with the leftover ones. Found out when there was this poltergeist in Wyoming and Dad and I went to take care of it."
Sam lifted an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Just one question, Dean. Why didn't you say all this first?"
---
When it was all said and done, Alec even acted like Dean at twenty. The only thing that was different was that he didn't act like he had just figured out the wonders of sex and had to share it with every female alive. Just every other female.
"And that's all we have so far," he concluded. "Getting pre-Pulse info is pretty tough going, even for me." Alec scratched just under the Jam Pony hat on his head. "But with the age and-"
Dean's chin came up sharply. "Most demons have a set pattern. Virgins on the full moon, people six months after their fortieth birthday, little grandmothers with pink hair, rocker shirt, and peg leg... we just have to figure out what sort of demon wants older humans."
Sam and Alec gave Dean a look, but Sam looked over the papers one last time. "Thing is, there's not enough in common with the victims. We're missing something."
"I know." Dean reached up to his neck, then lowered his hand. "Whatever it is, it has something to do with the family. That one thing we're missing."
Alec rolled his eyes, turning away. "If you guys are going to continue to talk about mythical beings and demons and shit, I'm going to have to get back to, you know, my job?"
Dean just looked at his genetic twin, then let out a disgusted snort. "Fine, whatever. Hey, Sam, put on your geekboy hat or whatever and find what I'm missing. Dumbshit and I need to talk."
There was a snorting laugh, then Sam waved his hand. "Sure thing, old man."
"Bitch."
Alec shifted his backpack, reaching for his bike. "When you two are done with the disgusting display of obvious brotherly love, I'll be out there. Nice seeing you in whoa hey hey hands off the goods, Dean." He didn't fight on the way out, just grinning the entire time. "Damn, I know we're good looking but I didn't think you couldn't keep your hands off me."
Dean shook his head, closing the door firmly. "Alec, listen. Sam doesn't know anything about transgenics or the psi series. He doesn't know a damn thing about why he would have such strong psychic abilities or why anyone would breed for it. And I don't think it's something he needs to know."
"You don't think he needs to know that someone messed with his DNA like they did with someone like me?" Alec said skeptically. "Dean, I hope I didn't get my brains from you because that is the stupidest thing I've ever heard."
"Yeah, I know, it'll come back and bite me in the ass sometime." Dean rubbed the back of his neck. "But if he knew he was built in a lab before being put into Mom? He did this stupid-ass emo thing after his girlfriend died back in college. He might have grown out of it but I put nothing by Sammy."
Alec just laughed. "Somehow I can believe that."
Dean let out another snort. "I'll ease him into it. Go, tell your boss stupid shit."
"Yes sir," Alec said mockingly, swinging himself onto the bike. "Oh, by the way. You might want to be careful. There's this insane asshole out there that wants to capture or kill or whatever us transgenics. You don't have any transgenic signals but still." He raised one hand as he started away. "Have fun with your imaginary demon stuff."
He didn't manage more than to open his mouth by the time Alec had pedaled away. "Jerk," Dean muttered, yanking the door open again. Sam wasn't by the research information, but the bathroom door was closed and there was sound of occupancy. He rubbed at one gritty eye, trying not to yawn. "Yo, Sam. Wake me up in two hours, okay?"
There was a sound of assent and running water from the bathroom, and Dean grunted back as he laid down. It really did suck getting old.
---
Something was wrong.
It was dark, which was definitely the first problem. It had been early afternoon before the nap, and now it was firmly in a summer night. Dean looked over, the research papers still in the same place and Sam missing. The keys were still there and the truck, yep still outside. And since the truck didn't look like the Impala after Sam drove it last, it had been left there and...
Shit. Shit!
Dean scrambled for the phone, punching in the number he knew by heart, only to toss the phone across the room as he heard the familiar ring tone chirp on the table. He stood there for the next few minutes, panting at the phone before he finally closed his mouth.
"Goddamn it, at least get the right brother," he muttered, closing his eyes.
It was 12:45 AM on July 24th, 2019.