Shining Silver, Gleaming Gold - DA/SN crossover - chp1 - R
Title: Shining Silver, Gleaming Gold
Fandom: “Supernatural”/“Dark Angel” crossover
Chapter: I
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Quotes from the DA ep “Hello, Goodbye”
Warnings: spoilers for everything; what could almost be non-con, but isn’t, really; character death; gleeful comma-splices
Pairings: DeanAlec/Sam
Rating: R
Wordcount: 1350
Point of view: third
Notes: I finally FINALLY got to do it! Woohoo!
More notes: Yes, I’m sick. Hush up. You are, too.
Alec never hated Max more than that night she burned down Manticore with her stupid, thoughtless actions. It was a visceral reaction, bone-deep, inescapable as dawn.
Not that he ever admitted it.
They became allies, though never friends. They play-acted the friendliness, but she couldn’t stand him and he loathed her. Something in her just rubbed him the wrong way, had from the moment he first walked in her cell.
He’d only ever wanted a family, friends-a life beyond the rules and pain and fear. What Max had.
And all she ever did was bemoan her life, her troubles, like she had nothing but problems. She had people who would die for her, who accepted her just as she was-and it wasn’t enough. She just couldn’t be happy. And that pissed him off.
But she-and her friends-were all he had. So instead of leaving like he wanted, he stayed. He helped her, watched her back. Sometimes he wanted to claw her, to hurt her, to punish her-but instead he did his best to keep her safe.
She thought him hobbled, he knew. A broken toy, a disabled soldier. Not equal to her. He allowed her to keep her delusions because her blindness aided him.
The greatest threat is the one that goes unseen even after it has been revealed.
-
Another Seattle night, sneaking outta Terminal City, trailing Max as she tries escaping the life she’s chosen. He clings to the shadows, less than a ghost; Max never did learn everything Manticore taught, but Alec was first in his class.
Not that Max has bothered to notice.
She doesn’t go to Crash-hasn’t in months, ever since she was outed as leader of the mutant-freaks-but some new place. Alec’s been there before, back when he was first scoping out Seattle as his territory. Quiet little bar, on the fringe of town, doesn’t care who gets served long as they pay. And Alec always pays. Max thinks he doesn’t know how to keep a low profile, but then-she’s never bothered to really get to know him.
He slinks to the back, watches her settle alone at a sad little table and down generic beer like it’s water. He orders a scotch, sips it slowly. Looks like Max is tryin’ to drown her sorrows tonight.
Sorrows.
Spoiled girl.
A large man-bigger’n Logan though not Joshua-walks by her table, accidentally brushes it; a depressed, listing thing, the table tilts, spilling Max’s beer.
Alec knows it was an accident, but Max is lookin’ for a fight, has been all night. She springs up, grabs his jacket and pulls him down, growls in his face. The guy-older than Logan, mid-thirties, maybe-tries placating her, holds out his hands, says something.
Max is not keepin’ a low profile and Alec rolls his eyes. She drags the guy behind her as she leaves the bar; Alec stands to follow, throws down money on her table, and hurries after ‘em. Not the guy’s fault Max is in a pissy mood and Alec’s spoilin’ for a fight.
-
Max has the guy against the wall and is ranting at him about personal space. This is Alec’s first clear look at him: shaggy dark hair, glinting green eyes, handsome like a sleek cat-Alec has a thing for felines, what can he say?
He takes in the guy at a glance and something sears in his blood, rushes from his toes to his hair, and he knows this guy. Knows him, even though he’s never seen him before tonight. And then something-freezing cold-pours into him, takes him over, and he’s lookin’ at the world through eyes that aren’t his anymore.
Damn, a voice echoes in his head, and it sounds freakishly like him. What the hell are you, boy? I never felt this good.
His body isn’t responding to him and his eyes never leave Max and the guy; she’s just taken a swing at him and Alec feels rage curling in his belly, flowing out to every part of him.
Sam, theinterloper keens. Fucking bitch, she dares-
And Alec’s body is moving, slamming into Max and knocking her down. She’s up in half a moment, hissing, and Alec meets her head-on. Or rather, the thing controlling him meets her head on, knocks her back, grabs for her neck and squeezes, and it feels good. So good, to finally be fighting her for real, showing her just what he is.
A predator. A hunter. A killer.
Bitch, the interloper snarls, breaking her face with his hands. No one touches him. And then he’s using Alec’s voice, snarling for real. “No one hurts Sammy, no one at all.”
Max hisses and bucks, trying to fight back, but whatever’s inside knows how to fight and uses everything Alec’s got. Max is twisting and snarling, clawing at his face, kicking at his balls, but he’s better, he’s stronger, he’s faster-and now he realizes he’s wanted to do this for so long, he’s not fighting the whatever anymore, he’s going with it, and it’s perfect, it’s just like all the times he’s pretended he didn’t imagine it.
Her eyes are wide and terrified, and Alec can’t look away. He watches the light leech from her gaze and hears You really think I could do it? You think I could kill someone in cold blood?
Turns out she was right after all.
Yes, Alec, I think you could.
It’s done and he lets her fall, glances over at the guy. He’s slumped against the wall, blood dripping down his face, and Alec agrees with the interloper that lapping it up is a great idea.
Apparently, the guy agrees, too, if the hand clutching at his shoulder and the moans are anything to go by.
Mine, the interloper murmurs, using Alec’s mouth to trail kisses along the guy’s-Sam’s-neck.
You know, Alec says, I should really get your name.
Dean, his possessor answers. M’name’s Dean.
The guy gets his hand between them, pushes against Alec’s chest. “Wait,” he mutters, and Dean raises Alec’s head to meet his eyes.
“Hey, Sammy,” Dean says with Alec’s voice, but it’s not Alec’s inflection.
Sam’s eyes widen. “Dean,” he whispers. “Holy fuck, Dean.”
And Dean grins a strange grin with Alec’s lips, some expression Alec’s never worn before. He stretches up, sinuously controlling Alec’s body like the cat he’s always been, and nips at Sam’s lips. “I’m back, little brother.” He rubs against Sam and chuckles darkly, “Miss me?”
Sam’s answer is lost in his groan, and Alec’s never heard a better sound. “Mine,” Dean whispers with Alec’s voice, and bites hard on Sam’s shoulder, breaking skin and drawing blood.
“I missed you so much,” Sam mutters, gripping Alec’s neck with his hand. “Killed everything I could find for you.”
Alec has no idea what either of them is talking about, but doesn’t care. Doesn’t even care he can’t control his body anymore, because-damn. Yeah. This’s a hell of a lot more fun than anything in Manticore or Terminal City.
“We need to leave ‘fore her friends come lookin’,” Dean says and Alec snorts, Good idea.
Sam whimpers as Dean pulls away. “Now?”
Dean laughs, and Alec is startled with how pleasant a sound that is. Has it been so long since he really laughed that he’s forgotten? “We’ve waited near-on fifteen years, Sammy. We can wait a little longer. Plus, I got this young new body now…” he lets Alec’s voice trail off and raises a brow.
Sam smirks and nods, straightening and stretching, before leaning down to kiss Alec’s lips. “I can taste you, Dean. This body-he looks so much like you.”
“We can wonder about that later,” Dean says, then promises, “After I’ve made up for lost time.”
Sam’s laughter echoes off the alley’s walls and Dean says, Help me find a safe place for tonight and tomorrow, and I’ll let you have a little control when he’s beneath us.
Alec gives him directions and anticipates.
Chapter two