Horseshoes and Hand Grenades 16/?
Title: Horseshoes and Hand Grenades
Characters: Dean/OFC, Sam/OFC, Alec, Ben, Dark Angel Crossover
Spoilers: None
Summary: Dean and Sam are on a hunt outside of Seattle when they come across a young boy who looks remarkably like Dean.
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen
Chapter 16
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dark Angel or Supernatural characters. For this fic I changed the DA time line. The pulse has already hit and Alec is out of Manticore in 2009. The characters of Lexi, Jake and Jackie are from a Supernatural AU Verse that I write. This is my first DA fic so please be kind. I hope you like it. Thanks to everyone that has been reading this story. Reviews would be great.
December 25th
Sam woke up bright and early on Christmas morning, five am to be exact. He was excited, maybe even a little too excited for a man his age. But, Sam didn't care. He never had a picture perfect Christmas like the ones he saw in the movies or on television, his were always filled with disappointment and sadness. Dean had always tried to give Sam a good holiday but he was just a child himself. Even the holidays spent with Jessica weren't idyllic. He felt awkward and out of place at her family's celebration, something was missing as well. Now, Sam knew what was missing, it was his older brother.
This year was going to be different. He had his whole family under the same roof, there was a tree with presents underneath, it was Ben and Alec's first Christmas and the first Christmas that Jake really understood what was going on. Sam was going to make sure they had an old fashioned holiday like normal families did even if it killed him. He had to start this day off right which meant a big breakfast. Problem was, Sam was not much of a cook. He could handle toast, cereal, pop tarts, that was about it. He was going to need help to pull this off. Sam rolled over on his side running his hand up Jackie's arm before nibbling on her ear. He felt her shift against him as he continued his assault on her ear and neck.
“Sammy......” Jackie whispered her voice rough with sleep, “what you doin?”
“Trying to wake up my beautiful wife.”
That statement caused Jackie to turn to face her husband. She propped up on her elbow raising her eyebrow knowing full well he was up to something, “Now I know you want something and it's not sex.”
“Merry Christmas.” He said softly leaning forward to brush his lips against hers. “Help me make breakfast.”
“You mean you want ME to make breakfast.”
“Well, yeah.....you know I'm hopeless in the kitchen.”
“Fine what time is it?”
“A little after five.”
“Sammy!” Jackie was about to flat out tell him no and go back to sleep when he flashed her his puppy eyes. She groaned throwing the blankets off. She could never say no to that face. One of these days though she would. “Fine. Get your ass outta bed. You're gonna help me make Huevos Rancheros. I think you can handle making the salsa.”
Jackie and Sam were in the kitchen fixing breakfast when Dean and Lexi came downstairs. He helped her get settled on the couch wrapping a blanket around her shoulders before he went to work on getting a fire started in the fire place. He warmed his hands in front of the fire while glancing over his shoulder at his wife. She had been quiet from the moment they got up, which was unusual for her. Lexi usually talked a mile a minute. He didn't want to make a big deal about her silence, maybe she was just tired but he had a feeling that wasn't the case. He fully turned to get a good look at her and Dean could tell by the expression on Lexi's face that she wanted to be the one making breakfast for the boys. He sat next to her on the couch throwing his arm around her shoulders as he whispered in her ear, “Next year you'll be the one making breakfast, I promise you that.....hopefully in a place of our own.”
“Place of our own?”
“Well yeah, there's gonna be six of us soon and there's not enough room here for nine people.” Dean shook his head realizing he was going to be a father of four in a few months time, “Damn four kids, Lex. I agreed on two.”
She smiled up at him snuggling closer and resting her head against his shoulder. “Yeah, four kids. We're gonna need something bigger than.....”
“If you say you want a mini van I swear.....”
“No I was going to say an apartment.”
Dean tucked a strand of hair behind her ear letting his fingertips brush against her cheek. If anyone had told him four years ago that he would get back together with her he would've laughed in their faces. But, here they were, solid as could be. Sometimes to Dean, it didn't seem like they had even been apart for those two years. Though, looking back it was probably the best thing for both of them. They both got a chance to grow up and figure out what they really wanted. Even if he didn't say it, he was grateful they got a second chance. “No. An apartment definitely won't work. Looks like you're gonna get that house full of kids you wanted after all.”
“With a white picket fence?” She teased.
“You're pushing it.” Dean laughed giving her shoulders a squeeze, “I'm gonna go wake the boys.”
Dean hummed to himself as he made his way up to the third floor to wake the boys. He was shocked they didn't attempt to sneak down and wake him and Lexi up. He really thought they were going to get him up at some ridiculous hour like three am. He was just glad that they had slept in, it give them a chance to tie up a few loose ends, like the “reindeer” food that Sam had cleared off the back porch.
Dean was taken aback when he walked into the bedroom the boys shared. Sometime during the night, all three boys had squeezed into one bed. He smiled to himself remembering how him and Sam would do the same thing when they were young, which left him torn on whether or not to wake his boys. He figured it would be better to wake them even if they had only gotten a few hours of sleep, they could always take a nap later if they needed to. He called their names softly not wanting to jar them from their sleep and was met with one pair of deep green eyes and two pairs of gold flecked green eyes, identical to his, blinking at him. “Did Santa come?” Jake asked sleepily.
“You boys gotta come downstairs to see.”
Dean followed Ben and Alec out of their bedroom and down to the first floor with Jake yawning in his arms. His young son had his head resting on his shoulder, his eye lids drooping as he fought off sleep. Dean smiled to himself enjoying the weight of his son in his arms, he knew all too soon Jake would be too old for Dean to carry him like this. Once they reached the first floor, he attempted to usher the twins into the kitchen but they dead stopped in the library with wide eyes. “WOW.” They both said simultaneously before Alec turned to look up at his dad, “Can we open them?”
“Not yet. We have breakfast first in this family.”
After breakfast, Dean and Sam joined Lexi on the couch as Jackie perched herself on the arm next to Sam. Bobby pulled a chair over for himself leaving the three boys to sit in front of the tree. The three boys sat on the threadbare rug in front of the tree and stared at the colorfully wrapped presents in awe. None of them moved. Ben and Alec weren't sure what to do and sat there waiting for Jake to make the first move. Dean watched all of this with a raised eyebrow finding it sad that the two older boys had no idea what to do. He got off the couch and began placing piles of gifts in front of his three boys. Ben looked down at his pile then at Alec before finally looking up at his dad. “All of these are for me?”
“Yup, looks like you boys have been good.”
Alec glanced at the tag on one of his presents. It read, 'To Alec, From Santa.' and quirked an eyebrow at his dad, “How does he know if I've been good? How does he know our location?”
“We've told you, it's cuz he's magic.” Dean stated simply as he sat next to Jake to help his youngest boy open his presents, “Are you gonna open your presents or not?”
That was all the incentive Ben and Alec needed. They began tearing off wrapping paper at lightening speed, each boy stopping momentarily to oh and ah over their unwrapped present before moving on to the next. Jake however, was much slower to unwrap his even with Dean's help. The three years old face would light up and then he would walk the present over to Lexi to show his mom what he had received from Santa before moving on to the next present. By the time Jake had finished opening his last present, both Ben and Alec had an erector set open and were busy constructing a sky scraper together. Jake looked around the room his little face scrunched up in confusion, he turned back to his father, his eyebrows knotted together asking, “Daddy, where's Stella?”
“Why do you ask, buddy?”
“I ask Santa to bring her.”
Dean pulled Jake into his lap kissing the side of his head as he did so. “Santa can't bring her. See she's still in mommy's tummy.” Dean said simply and pointed to over to Lexi, “Your sister's not done growing yet but you can go say hi to her. She can hear you.”
Jake launched himself at his mom resting his head and his small hands against her stomach. Dean watched his son with a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Seeing Jake talk to his unborn little sister was sweet and somewhat familiar. Then it hit Dean like a ton of bricks, a memory long forgotten. He was the same age as Jake, three years old, his head and hands resting on his mother's small baby bump wishing his little brother a Merry Christmas and promising next Christmas they would play all day together. Dean swiped at his eyes before anyone else could see the tears that were forming there before calling to Jake to help him pass out the rest of the gifts. Jake disentangled himself from his mom and happily became his dad's little helper.
Sam leaned back against the couch being happier than he ever could remember. So far, this was the best Christmas the Winchester brothers have ever had. Dean was sitting on the floor helping the boys to assemble the train set they had received, even Bobby had a ghost of a smile on his lips as watched them on the floor. Lexi reached over nudging Sam out of his thoughts. She motioned to something that was leaning against the wall behind the tree. She smiled as she whispered to Sam, “Dean missed one.”
Sam went to retrieve the forgotten present. He raised his eyebrow as he read the tag and threw a look over towards Lexi in confusion. He had a pretty good idea what was in the package but was confused as to why Lexi would buy this for his older brother. He brought the present over to Dean nudging his older brother slightly, “Hey, this one's for you, Dean. It's from Lexi.”
Dean handed the pieces of the train track he was working on to Ben before sitting up and taking the gift from Sam. He ran his hands over the festive red and green wrapping while smiling to himself. Leave it to his wife to remember that he always wanted one of these. He tore into the paper with the same excitement as his nine year old boys. He pushed the paper away running his hands over the smooth black case before he undid the latches. He flipped the case open whistling as he did so. It was a thing of beauty. He lifted the acoustic guitar out of the case with reverence. He turned his eyes towards Lexi, “When did you......”
“A few days before I went in the hospital.”
“Lexi, this is.....”
“What you always wanted.”
He bite down on his bottom lip nodding his head. He put the guitar back in it's case, then went to sit next to his wife on the couch. He pulled her into a tight hug kissing the top of her head, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Sam watched his brother and waited for him to pull away from Lexi before asking, “You can play guitar?”
Dean smiled sheepishly scratching the back of his head, “Yeah, a little.”
Sam's eyes widened in surprise, “When did you learn? I know Dad would've never.....”
“When I first lived in New Orleans with Lexi and she went to Loyola. There was this older guy that lived in the apartment above us, he played in some local bands. I would help him fix his car or things in his apartment and he taught me to play.” Dean smiled at the memory as he threw his arm around Lexi's shoulders tugging her close. Sam asked Dean if he would play something for them. His little brother was looking at Dean in awe, he hasn't seen that look in Sam's eyes since they were kids. It made him feel warm and proud. Of course he would play something for him, maybe 'Smoke on the Water'. Sam passed his older brother the guitar, his face lit up in anticipation. Dean scooted to the edge of the couch and ran his fingers over the frets checking to see if the guitar was in tune. He looked up slightly blushing, “I haven't played in years......if I mess up....”
Dean played hesitant and choppy for the first few bars but then it became smooth and fluid. Sam leaned back against the chair closing his eyes as he listened. He could picture his brother's fingers flying over the frets with a small smile on his face looking more relaxed than he has in months. He had to give it to his sister in law, she gave his brother something that he needed, something that he could loose himself in and just relax. This is what Sam wanted more than anything. Dean always carried the burden, never willing to let any of them share it with him. He wanted more than anything to see Dean like this on a daily basis, right now though, Sam was just going to enjoy it. He smiled to himself. This was the holiday he had wanted. Sam had his whole family together and they were all safe and happy. He wasn't going to think about demons and secret military operations today, they could go back to their freakish life tomorrow.
Characters: Dean/OFC, Sam/OFC, Alec, Ben, Dark Angel Crossover
Spoilers: None
Summary: Dean and Sam are on a hunt outside of Seattle when they come across a young boy who looks remarkably like Dean.
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen
Chapter 16
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dark Angel or Supernatural characters. For this fic I changed the DA time line. The pulse has already hit and Alec is out of Manticore in 2009. The characters of Lexi, Jake and Jackie are from a Supernatural AU Verse that I write. This is my first DA fic so please be kind. I hope you like it. Thanks to everyone that has been reading this story. Reviews would be great.
December 25th
Sam woke up bright and early on Christmas morning, five am to be exact. He was excited, maybe even a little too excited for a man his age. But, Sam didn't care. He never had a picture perfect Christmas like the ones he saw in the movies or on television, his were always filled with disappointment and sadness. Dean had always tried to give Sam a good holiday but he was just a child himself. Even the holidays spent with Jessica weren't idyllic. He felt awkward and out of place at her family's celebration, something was missing as well. Now, Sam knew what was missing, it was his older brother.
This year was going to be different. He had his whole family under the same roof, there was a tree with presents underneath, it was Ben and Alec's first Christmas and the first Christmas that Jake really understood what was going on. Sam was going to make sure they had an old fashioned holiday like normal families did even if it killed him. He had to start this day off right which meant a big breakfast. Problem was, Sam was not much of a cook. He could handle toast, cereal, pop tarts, that was about it. He was going to need help to pull this off. Sam rolled over on his side running his hand up Jackie's arm before nibbling on her ear. He felt her shift against him as he continued his assault on her ear and neck.
“Sammy......” Jackie whispered her voice rough with sleep, “what you doin?”
“Trying to wake up my beautiful wife.”
That statement caused Jackie to turn to face her husband. She propped up on her elbow raising her eyebrow knowing full well he was up to something, “Now I know you want something and it's not sex.”
“Merry Christmas.” He said softly leaning forward to brush his lips against hers. “Help me make breakfast.”
“You mean you want ME to make breakfast.”
“Well, yeah.....you know I'm hopeless in the kitchen.”
“Fine what time is it?”
“A little after five.”
“Sammy!” Jackie was about to flat out tell him no and go back to sleep when he flashed her his puppy eyes. She groaned throwing the blankets off. She could never say no to that face. One of these days though she would. “Fine. Get your ass outta bed. You're gonna help me make Huevos Rancheros. I think you can handle making the salsa.”
Jackie and Sam were in the kitchen fixing breakfast when Dean and Lexi came downstairs. He helped her get settled on the couch wrapping a blanket around her shoulders before he went to work on getting a fire started in the fire place. He warmed his hands in front of the fire while glancing over his shoulder at his wife. She had been quiet from the moment they got up, which was unusual for her. Lexi usually talked a mile a minute. He didn't want to make a big deal about her silence, maybe she was just tired but he had a feeling that wasn't the case. He fully turned to get a good look at her and Dean could tell by the expression on Lexi's face that she wanted to be the one making breakfast for the boys. He sat next to her on the couch throwing his arm around her shoulders as he whispered in her ear, “Next year you'll be the one making breakfast, I promise you that.....hopefully in a place of our own.”
“Place of our own?”
“Well yeah, there's gonna be six of us soon and there's not enough room here for nine people.” Dean shook his head realizing he was going to be a father of four in a few months time, “Damn four kids, Lex. I agreed on two.”
She smiled up at him snuggling closer and resting her head against his shoulder. “Yeah, four kids. We're gonna need something bigger than.....”
“If you say you want a mini van I swear.....”
“No I was going to say an apartment.”
Dean tucked a strand of hair behind her ear letting his fingertips brush against her cheek. If anyone had told him four years ago that he would get back together with her he would've laughed in their faces. But, here they were, solid as could be. Sometimes to Dean, it didn't seem like they had even been apart for those two years. Though, looking back it was probably the best thing for both of them. They both got a chance to grow up and figure out what they really wanted. Even if he didn't say it, he was grateful they got a second chance. “No. An apartment definitely won't work. Looks like you're gonna get that house full of kids you wanted after all.”
“With a white picket fence?” She teased.
“You're pushing it.” Dean laughed giving her shoulders a squeeze, “I'm gonna go wake the boys.”
Dean hummed to himself as he made his way up to the third floor to wake the boys. He was shocked they didn't attempt to sneak down and wake him and Lexi up. He really thought they were going to get him up at some ridiculous hour like three am. He was just glad that they had slept in, it give them a chance to tie up a few loose ends, like the “reindeer” food that Sam had cleared off the back porch.
Dean was taken aback when he walked into the bedroom the boys shared. Sometime during the night, all three boys had squeezed into one bed. He smiled to himself remembering how him and Sam would do the same thing when they were young, which left him torn on whether or not to wake his boys. He figured it would be better to wake them even if they had only gotten a few hours of sleep, they could always take a nap later if they needed to. He called their names softly not wanting to jar them from their sleep and was met with one pair of deep green eyes and two pairs of gold flecked green eyes, identical to his, blinking at him. “Did Santa come?” Jake asked sleepily.
“You boys gotta come downstairs to see.”
Dean followed Ben and Alec out of their bedroom and down to the first floor with Jake yawning in his arms. His young son had his head resting on his shoulder, his eye lids drooping as he fought off sleep. Dean smiled to himself enjoying the weight of his son in his arms, he knew all too soon Jake would be too old for Dean to carry him like this. Once they reached the first floor, he attempted to usher the twins into the kitchen but they dead stopped in the library with wide eyes. “WOW.” They both said simultaneously before Alec turned to look up at his dad, “Can we open them?”
“Not yet. We have breakfast first in this family.”
After breakfast, Dean and Sam joined Lexi on the couch as Jackie perched herself on the arm next to Sam. Bobby pulled a chair over for himself leaving the three boys to sit in front of the tree. The three boys sat on the threadbare rug in front of the tree and stared at the colorfully wrapped presents in awe. None of them moved. Ben and Alec weren't sure what to do and sat there waiting for Jake to make the first move. Dean watched all of this with a raised eyebrow finding it sad that the two older boys had no idea what to do. He got off the couch and began placing piles of gifts in front of his three boys. Ben looked down at his pile then at Alec before finally looking up at his dad. “All of these are for me?”
“Yup, looks like you boys have been good.”
Alec glanced at the tag on one of his presents. It read, 'To Alec, From Santa.' and quirked an eyebrow at his dad, “How does he know if I've been good? How does he know our location?”
“We've told you, it's cuz he's magic.” Dean stated simply as he sat next to Jake to help his youngest boy open his presents, “Are you gonna open your presents or not?”
That was all the incentive Ben and Alec needed. They began tearing off wrapping paper at lightening speed, each boy stopping momentarily to oh and ah over their unwrapped present before moving on to the next. Jake however, was much slower to unwrap his even with Dean's help. The three years old face would light up and then he would walk the present over to Lexi to show his mom what he had received from Santa before moving on to the next present. By the time Jake had finished opening his last present, both Ben and Alec had an erector set open and were busy constructing a sky scraper together. Jake looked around the room his little face scrunched up in confusion, he turned back to his father, his eyebrows knotted together asking, “Daddy, where's Stella?”
“Why do you ask, buddy?”
“I ask Santa to bring her.”
Dean pulled Jake into his lap kissing the side of his head as he did so. “Santa can't bring her. See she's still in mommy's tummy.” Dean said simply and pointed to over to Lexi, “Your sister's not done growing yet but you can go say hi to her. She can hear you.”
Jake launched himself at his mom resting his head and his small hands against her stomach. Dean watched his son with a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Seeing Jake talk to his unborn little sister was sweet and somewhat familiar. Then it hit Dean like a ton of bricks, a memory long forgotten. He was the same age as Jake, three years old, his head and hands resting on his mother's small baby bump wishing his little brother a Merry Christmas and promising next Christmas they would play all day together. Dean swiped at his eyes before anyone else could see the tears that were forming there before calling to Jake to help him pass out the rest of the gifts. Jake disentangled himself from his mom and happily became his dad's little helper.
Sam leaned back against the couch being happier than he ever could remember. So far, this was the best Christmas the Winchester brothers have ever had. Dean was sitting on the floor helping the boys to assemble the train set they had received, even Bobby had a ghost of a smile on his lips as watched them on the floor. Lexi reached over nudging Sam out of his thoughts. She motioned to something that was leaning against the wall behind the tree. She smiled as she whispered to Sam, “Dean missed one.”
Sam went to retrieve the forgotten present. He raised his eyebrow as he read the tag and threw a look over towards Lexi in confusion. He had a pretty good idea what was in the package but was confused as to why Lexi would buy this for his older brother. He brought the present over to Dean nudging his older brother slightly, “Hey, this one's for you, Dean. It's from Lexi.”
Dean handed the pieces of the train track he was working on to Ben before sitting up and taking the gift from Sam. He ran his hands over the festive red and green wrapping while smiling to himself. Leave it to his wife to remember that he always wanted one of these. He tore into the paper with the same excitement as his nine year old boys. He pushed the paper away running his hands over the smooth black case before he undid the latches. He flipped the case open whistling as he did so. It was a thing of beauty. He lifted the acoustic guitar out of the case with reverence. He turned his eyes towards Lexi, “When did you......”
“A few days before I went in the hospital.”
“Lexi, this is.....”
“What you always wanted.”
He bite down on his bottom lip nodding his head. He put the guitar back in it's case, then went to sit next to his wife on the couch. He pulled her into a tight hug kissing the top of her head, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Sam watched his brother and waited for him to pull away from Lexi before asking, “You can play guitar?”
Dean smiled sheepishly scratching the back of his head, “Yeah, a little.”
Sam's eyes widened in surprise, “When did you learn? I know Dad would've never.....”
“When I first lived in New Orleans with Lexi and she went to Loyola. There was this older guy that lived in the apartment above us, he played in some local bands. I would help him fix his car or things in his apartment and he taught me to play.” Dean smiled at the memory as he threw his arm around Lexi's shoulders tugging her close. Sam asked Dean if he would play something for them. His little brother was looking at Dean in awe, he hasn't seen that look in Sam's eyes since they were kids. It made him feel warm and proud. Of course he would play something for him, maybe 'Smoke on the Water'. Sam passed his older brother the guitar, his face lit up in anticipation. Dean scooted to the edge of the couch and ran his fingers over the frets checking to see if the guitar was in tune. He looked up slightly blushing, “I haven't played in years......if I mess up....”
Dean played hesitant and choppy for the first few bars but then it became smooth and fluid. Sam leaned back against the chair closing his eyes as he listened. He could picture his brother's fingers flying over the frets with a small smile on his face looking more relaxed than he has in months. He had to give it to his sister in law, she gave his brother something that he needed, something that he could loose himself in and just relax. This is what Sam wanted more than anything. Dean always carried the burden, never willing to let any of them share it with him. He wanted more than anything to see Dean like this on a daily basis, right now though, Sam was just going to enjoy it. He smiled to himself. This was the holiday he had wanted. Sam had his whole family together and they were all safe and happy. He wasn't going to think about demons and secret military operations today, they could go back to their freakish life tomorrow.