That Sweet Fall Into Sin

Title: Better Than You, Better Than Me
Author: Jinni (jinni.tth@gmail.com)
Rated: Pg13
Disclaimer: All things SPN belong to Eric Kripke, et al. All things Dark Angel belong to Fox, et al.
Notes: For the 50 Missing Scenes spree.
Summary: Next in the AW ‘Verse. Alec’s cockiness gets the better of him.


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Riding in a vehicle with John Winchester when you knew damn well you had fucked up was sort of like being marched to your own execution, Alec mused, refusing to look over at John to even attempt to gauge what the older man was thinking right at that moment. Alec had a pretty good idea, though. It most likely went something along the lines of told you so and if you had only listened.

Right, so he wasn’t completely one-hundred percent injure-proof when it came to hunting.

Alec guessed it was all his fault for assuming that a werewolf couldn’t possibly be that much stronger than a regular old human. In other words – something that he shouldn’t have had any trouble tackling head on hand-to-hand.

Wrong.

John had warned him. Told him that werewolves were not to be underestimated. Given him some song and dance about how just because something started out human didn’t mean that it still had any human limitations. Shouldn’t Alec know that better than anyone? Wasn’t he a product of what happened when a human being became something more?

Now Alec had a slash down his right cheek to prove that he had gotten cocky, gotten careless, and gotten in over his fucking head. That bitch had been tougher than it looked under all that ugly grey hair. Not to mention the fucking smell. Wet dog did not begin to compare to the rank odor that had come off of that thing when she barreled into him. If he wanted to completely delude himself, Alec supposed he could just say that he was momentarily stunned by the stench, thus allowing his opponent the upper hand.

Truth was, the werewolf had run flat out and hit him square in the chest with its big ugly head. It had knocked him down in the blink of an eye and with a force that sucked the air right from his lungs. Then it had raised that muddy, grimy paw over its head and rained down a bitchslap to end all bitchslaps on his face. That was when he’d gotten scratched. Lucky for him, John was close enough and a good enough shot to kill the stinky son-of-a-bitch.

Even luckier for him – John said that he couldn’t contract lycanthropy from a scratch. Had to be a bite.

That was a relief though Alec was pretty sure John would put a bullet into him before he’d let him become something like that thing had been.

After that had come the silence. It was like a fucking wall between them in the car. Dear old dad could throw up a stone wall even better that Maxie did.

Hey… maybe he should get the two of them in a room together and see if they could glare one another to death.

Nah. He liked John too much for that.

Maybe he could convince John that she was possessed and needed to be exorcised? Painfully?

The tires on the truck crunched over gravel. They were back at the motel. Great. Stuck in a motel room with John when John was upset – just what he’d wanted tonight. Alec took his time getting out of the truck, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles from his jacket, delaying as much as possible that moment when he just knew John was going to come unhinged and yell at him.

It was no different than facing an instructor back at Manticore, Alec told himself. No different than having some hard-nosed brainless asshole get right up in his face and yell at him because his mission didn’t go as planned.

Except, it was, a little part of him insisted.

He didn’t want John to be disappointed in him.

Alec sighed, following John into the motel room when there was nothing more that he could do without making it seem like he was trying to avoid this. He locked the door behind him and glanced down to make sure the salt line hadn’t been disturbed. One of many new habits he’d picked up since joining up with John. With a flick of his eyes he also check the line on the window, nodding to himself when he saw it was intact.

Without turning, Alec could feel John’s eyes on his back, boring a hole into him through his leather jacket.

There was a rustle and then the slide of a zipper – one of the duffels being opened. Alec took a chance and turned to look as John rooted through the smaller of the bags, finally coming up with what he was looking for.

Huh. The first aid kit.

“Let me take a look at your face,” John ordered quietly. He gestured for Alec to take a seat on the bed, which Alec did without a second thought. The gash was beginning to hurt like a bitch, and while he knew it wouldn’t kill him or even scar, it did need to be looked at and taped up to help speed the healing along.

Alec didn’t flinch at the burning sting of alcohol when John dabbed it onto his face, wiping away blood and dirt. It stung like hell but he wasn’t going to admit that. He’d shown enough weakness for one night, thanks.

“Do you see what I mean now?” John’s voice was soft and firm as he used continued to work on the gash. “You’re not invincible.”

Alec snorted and almost nodded, holding his head still at the last minute when he remembered that John was still trying to clean the wound. “Tell me about it.” He paused, then quirked his lips in a half-smile when he realized what John was trying to imply. “I’m still not leaving you by yourself.”

John laughed, tension fading. “Yeah. Didn’t think you would, son.”

END