Thursday, May 31st, 2007
All Hell Breaks Loose - Pg13 - DA/SPN - AWV #7
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jinnifanfic @ 08:09am
Title: All Hell Breaks Loose
Series: Alec Winchester
Author: Jinni (jinni.tth@gmail.com)
Rated: Pg13
Disclaimer: All things SPN belong to Eric Kripke, et al. All things Dark Angel belong to James Cameron, et al.
Notes: Part of the Alec Winchester ‘verse
Spoilers: S1 Finale of SPN.
Summary: They're already his family in his heart.
~*~*~
He’d gone out to make sure the area was secure, that there was nothing lurking in the darkness of night, waiting to overtake them the second their backs were turned. This day had sucked hard. Almost losing dad because he stayed behind to help Sam and Dean with the demon. If that order hadn’t made such fucking sense when John had first laid it down, Alec would have argued with it. But they had all agreed that dealing with the goddamned demon was the most important thing on their plates.
Even more important than making sure Dad…John…whatever was safe. As much as he hated to admit it, sometimes you had to be willing to make the hard choices for the greater good. The demon was a tough sonofabitch, and he’d trusted that Dad would be able to take care of himself.
He hadn’t. Oh, he’d stayed alive, and Alec was grateful for that small miracle. Didn’t change the fact that he’d gotten captured, though. That the three of them had had to make a daring rescue attempt just to get him back. It all could have gone so fucking wrong. If it had just been Sam and Dean there, Alec wasn’t sure how they would have managed. As it was, Dean almost had to use one of the Colt’s bullets to take out one of those possessed assholes when it was pounding on Sammy.
Alec had gotten there in time to stop that from happening. Something in him had snapped, watching that thing pound Sam like that. A need to protect, to shelter, to take care of this guy that was supposed to be his older brother. Well, older brothers needed protecting, too, and Alec had done just that.
He’d do it all over again if he had to.
These people – this family - had worked their way inside of him. Sneaky, like a virus. And there was no cure. Not even in Manticore, where they’d been raised as a unit, a team, had he ever felt such a keen sense of belonging and family. Maybe genetics could be blamed. Maybe they couldn’t. Whatever the case was, he was a brother, a son, and there was nothing that could be done about it.
Alec was surprisingly okay with that.
He’d come damn close to killing that guy that had been pounding on Sam. Thrown him off, kicked the hell out of him. He’d had one arm wrapped around his neck, the other braced against his temple, ready to twist, when Dean yelled out for him to stop. Innocent human under the possession, he reminded him. They didn’t kill human beings, even in cases like this. So Alec had to settle for knocking him out.
Which meant there was a very pissed off demon-spawn out there somewhere, just waiting for his chance to take them all out. Crap like that played with Alec’s nerves.
Which was why he was out here, in the cold night, making sure that there was nothing out of the ordinary. Sam and Dean were back at the cabin with Dad. A few hours of rest and then they really needed to get going again. They weren’t nearly far enough away from where they’d run from for his comfort. Hole up and make plans – that was what his training and instincts were screaming. First, rest. Rest for Sam and Dean and John, because Alec didn’t need it. If it weren’t for the fact that the brothers wanted to take some time to stop and assess their injuries, Alec would have suggested that Dean just let him drive. He wasn’t tired, after all.
Not that he thought for one second that Dean would let him drive the Impala. That was just wishful thinking on his part. Hell, John had never even let him drive the truck. The Winchester men certainly were protective of their vehicles.
“ALEC!!!”
Alec’s head snapped around, towards the cabin in the distance behind him. He was off and running, hand reaching for the gun tucked into the back of his pants. Sam was screaming for him and it didn’t sound like a hey, you out there kind of scream. This was the something just went really fucking wrong kind of yell. The get your ass back here ASAP type of thing. Alec leapt over a fallen log, dodged low-hanging branches, wended and twisted his way through the woods, letting instinct guide him back to where the cabin was. Sam was still yelling for him, sounding more worried and frantic by the second.
”Almost there,” Alec yelled, turning on the speed.
He wasn’t prepared for what he’d find when he reached the cabin. Sam, trying to help Dad out to the Impala. The older man was leaning against Sam, dragging on leg behind him.
“What happened?” Alec asked, rushing to take Dad’s other side, helping him into the car. It was only as he leant down to maneuver him into the backseat that Alec notice Dean already back there, covered in blood. He looked half-dead.
“Dad was possessed by the demon,” Sam said shortly, climbing behind the wheel as Alec slid into the passenger’s side seat. His worried glances in the rearview mirror were directed at Dean. Alec could see why. Dean didn’t look good. Too pale, he’d lost a lot of blood.
For the first time since all of this had begun – since he’d discovered that he had something sort of like a family in this world – Alec knew what it was like to worry about losing one of them.
He turned in his seat, watching Dean as if he could keep him alive simply by staring at him, holding life in him with just the power of his eyes alone. Sam and Dad were arguing with one another about the Colt. Dad was saying that Sam should have just killed him and ended this once and for all.
Why couldn’t John see why Sam would never be able to do something like that?
Stupid. Stubborn. Hardheaded.
Yeah, this was definitely his family.
Another chance. They’d have another chance, Sam was saying.
Alec didn’t see the headlights, per se. Just the sudden brightness that illuminated the car. The crash took him by surprise, a squeal of metal on metal. Sparks flew and the body crumpled. Pain shot through him as something broke. An arm. A wrist? Hard to say and he didn’t get much chance to take stock of exactly what the problem was because the car crumpled further.
He lost consciousness with one thought driving him – he couldn’t get taken to the hospital unless he wanted to end up being studied in a lab.
END
Series: Alec Winchester
Author: Jinni (jinni.tth@gmail.com)
Rated: Pg13
Disclaimer: All things SPN belong to Eric Kripke, et al. All things Dark Angel belong to James Cameron, et al.
Notes: Part of the Alec Winchester ‘verse
Spoilers: S1 Finale of SPN.
Summary: They're already his family in his heart.
~*~*~
He’d gone out to make sure the area was secure, that there was nothing lurking in the darkness of night, waiting to overtake them the second their backs were turned. This day had sucked hard. Almost losing dad because he stayed behind to help Sam and Dean with the demon. If that order hadn’t made such fucking sense when John had first laid it down, Alec would have argued with it. But they had all agreed that dealing with the goddamned demon was the most important thing on their plates.
Even more important than making sure Dad…John…whatever was safe. As much as he hated to admit it, sometimes you had to be willing to make the hard choices for the greater good. The demon was a tough sonofabitch, and he’d trusted that Dad would be able to take care of himself.
He hadn’t. Oh, he’d stayed alive, and Alec was grateful for that small miracle. Didn’t change the fact that he’d gotten captured, though. That the three of them had had to make a daring rescue attempt just to get him back. It all could have gone so fucking wrong. If it had just been Sam and Dean there, Alec wasn’t sure how they would have managed. As it was, Dean almost had to use one of the Colt’s bullets to take out one of those possessed assholes when it was pounding on Sammy.
Alec had gotten there in time to stop that from happening. Something in him had snapped, watching that thing pound Sam like that. A need to protect, to shelter, to take care of this guy that was supposed to be his older brother. Well, older brothers needed protecting, too, and Alec had done just that.
He’d do it all over again if he had to.
These people – this family - had worked their way inside of him. Sneaky, like a virus. And there was no cure. Not even in Manticore, where they’d been raised as a unit, a team, had he ever felt such a keen sense of belonging and family. Maybe genetics could be blamed. Maybe they couldn’t. Whatever the case was, he was a brother, a son, and there was nothing that could be done about it.
Alec was surprisingly okay with that.
He’d come damn close to killing that guy that had been pounding on Sam. Thrown him off, kicked the hell out of him. He’d had one arm wrapped around his neck, the other braced against his temple, ready to twist, when Dean yelled out for him to stop. Innocent human under the possession, he reminded him. They didn’t kill human beings, even in cases like this. So Alec had to settle for knocking him out.
Which meant there was a very pissed off demon-spawn out there somewhere, just waiting for his chance to take them all out. Crap like that played with Alec’s nerves.
Which was why he was out here, in the cold night, making sure that there was nothing out of the ordinary. Sam and Dean were back at the cabin with Dad. A few hours of rest and then they really needed to get going again. They weren’t nearly far enough away from where they’d run from for his comfort. Hole up and make plans – that was what his training and instincts were screaming. First, rest. Rest for Sam and Dean and John, because Alec didn’t need it. If it weren’t for the fact that the brothers wanted to take some time to stop and assess their injuries, Alec would have suggested that Dean just let him drive. He wasn’t tired, after all.
Not that he thought for one second that Dean would let him drive the Impala. That was just wishful thinking on his part. Hell, John had never even let him drive the truck. The Winchester men certainly were protective of their vehicles.
“ALEC!!!”
Alec’s head snapped around, towards the cabin in the distance behind him. He was off and running, hand reaching for the gun tucked into the back of his pants. Sam was screaming for him and it didn’t sound like a hey, you out there kind of scream. This was the something just went really fucking wrong kind of yell. The get your ass back here ASAP type of thing. Alec leapt over a fallen log, dodged low-hanging branches, wended and twisted his way through the woods, letting instinct guide him back to where the cabin was. Sam was still yelling for him, sounding more worried and frantic by the second.
”Almost there,” Alec yelled, turning on the speed.
He wasn’t prepared for what he’d find when he reached the cabin. Sam, trying to help Dad out to the Impala. The older man was leaning against Sam, dragging on leg behind him.
“What happened?” Alec asked, rushing to take Dad’s other side, helping him into the car. It was only as he leant down to maneuver him into the backseat that Alec notice Dean already back there, covered in blood. He looked half-dead.
“Dad was possessed by the demon,” Sam said shortly, climbing behind the wheel as Alec slid into the passenger’s side seat. His worried glances in the rearview mirror were directed at Dean. Alec could see why. Dean didn’t look good. Too pale, he’d lost a lot of blood.
For the first time since all of this had begun – since he’d discovered that he had something sort of like a family in this world – Alec knew what it was like to worry about losing one of them.
He turned in his seat, watching Dean as if he could keep him alive simply by staring at him, holding life in him with just the power of his eyes alone. Sam and Dad were arguing with one another about the Colt. Dad was saying that Sam should have just killed him and ended this once and for all.
Why couldn’t John see why Sam would never be able to do something like that?
Stupid. Stubborn. Hardheaded.
Yeah, this was definitely his family.
Another chance. They’d have another chance, Sam was saying.
Alec didn’t see the headlights, per se. Just the sudden brightness that illuminated the car. The crash took him by surprise, a squeal of metal on metal. Sparks flew and the body crumpled. Pain shot through him as something broke. An arm. A wrist? Hard to say and he didn’t get much chance to take stock of exactly what the problem was because the car crumpled further.
He lost consciousness with one thought driving him – he couldn’t get taken to the hospital unless he wanted to end up being studied in a lab.
END
