Thursday, May 31st, 2007
In My Time of Dying 1/2 - Pg13 - DA/SPN - AWV #8
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Title: In My Time of Dying
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: Next in the Alec Winchester ‘verse.
Spoilers for SPN 2x01 – In My Time of Dying
Summary: Alec accepts that he considers the Winchesters to be his family, only a little too late for one of them.
~*~*~
Everything was covered in the inky darkness of a head wound when Alec started to swim his way back to consciousness. He came to fully just in time to hear Sam threaten the truck driver with the Colt, saw the billow of demonic energy leave the man, and ground his teeth together in frustration when the poor sap started bemoaning the fact that he had, however unwillingly, been the instrument of the carnage that they were currently stuck right in the middle of. Whining was annoying even when he wasn’t hurting. Which meant that right then, with the pain that was currently screaming through his aching body, Alec really wasn’t in the mood for it.
“He’s gonna go get help,” Sam muttered, though it seemed to Alec like he was just talking mostly to himself. Reassurance, sort of. Trying to make himself believe that help would be there soon. There was a bit of panic in his voice, though, when he next spoke, “Dad? Dean?”
There was no response from the back. Alec twisted in his seat, ignoring the searing pain that went through him. The arm closest to the door was definitely broken, and he could feel stickiness on the skin of his neck and back. Something had cut him. Maybe glass from the window. Getting up and getting the hell out of this car before paramedics arrived was high on his list of things that he needed to do.
He managed to turn enough to see into the back seat. Well, he could see Dean anyway. Damn if his ‘twin’ didn’t look like death warmed over. Well, not even warmed over. He just looked dead. Blood covered his face and his eyes were shut. Alec forced himself to stay calm, to watch Dean. There. He was still breathing. That was good.
“Can you see John?” he heard himself ask, voice sounding thick and slow even to his own ears. “Sam,” he said, louder, when Sam didn’t answer him. He turned, gritting his teeth against the pain that came with every movement, to look at the other man. Sam was leaning back, mouth hanging open, breathing far too hard. Fuck, Alec hoped help got here soon.
Speaking of which, he needed to get ready to get the hell out of there. No way that he could go to a hospital. He had enough field med to take care of his broken arm and make sure that he didn’t heal with a scar. Transgenic genes would take care of the rest. A week to week and a half and he’d be good as new. He wasn’t worried about his injuries. They’d heal.
Right now he was worried about Dean and John, so very quiet in the back seat. Hurt and maybe dying. He felt cool rage wash through him. This demon had fucked with his family long enough. When they were all better, they were going to finish this once and for all.
Alec put his attention on getting out of the car, forcing his emotions to the background as he heard Sam continue to try to get a response from the men in the back of the car. The door on his side was crumpled inward, buckled under the impact from the semi. Truth be told, Alec knew he should feel damn lucky that he hadn’t gotten more hurt than what he was. Using his left hand, he tugged uselessly at the handle of the door, not really expecting it to work. Good thing, too, because it didn’t. He twisted at it, pulling and prying with all the strength he could work up. Maybe if he’d had both arms in working order he would have stood a chance.
“Dad’s breathing,” Sam said so quietly that Alec almost didn’t hear him above his own attempts to get free of the car.
“Good,” Alec grunted. He gave one last push at the door and sighed, leaning his head back. “I’ve got to get out of here before help comes, you know that, right? I can’t get taken to a hospital.”
“You’re hurt,” Sam said. “You need to get looked over.”
“Sam,” Alec said slowly, firmly. He opened his eyes and turned his head to the side so that he could look at Sam. “Not completely human, remember? Those doctors get me in there and they’ll be poking and prodding on me in no time. Won’t take long for the people that want to find my kind come looking for me, either. I’ll be fine.”
More worried about Dean and Dad, Alec thought, but didn’t say, letting his mental slipup on the ‘Dad’ part of it all slide for the moment. Unwilling to delve any deeper into those feelings when they were all in one hell of a situation and he wasn’t sure how many, if any, of them would make it out.
No, they would. They had to.
He wasn’t about to lose his family now that he’d found them. Even if they were dysfunctional as all fuck, sort of violent, and more sarcastic than –
… come to think of it, that sounded like the perfect family for someone like him.
There was enough room for him to climb out through the broken window, Alec realized upon further inspection of the door. He’d end up cutting himself some more, but that was just the risk he was going to have to take.
“Alec –“
“Fuck, Sam, I wouldn’t go if I didn’t have to,” Alec cut him off, knowing what was coming before the words even left Sam’s lips. “C’mon, man. Be logical. I’ve got to get out of here before the paramedics and cops turn up. I’ll meet you at the hospital, though. Just call me and give me the address when you get there.”
He didn’t say just how he planned on doing that because to be honest Alec didn’t know. Hitchhiking in his current state just wasn’t feasible. No one in their right mind was even going to slow down for someone that looked as ragged as he did. There was the very real possibility that he’d have to hike all the way to the nearest town and figure things out from there. Hot-wiring the first car he came across was the best plan that he could come up with and most likely was what would end up happening.
“You’ll call me?” Alec prompted Sam, already beginning to twist his body so that he could haul himself out of the car with his good arm. The cell phone’s weight in his pocket was a comfort. He wouldn’t be completely cut off from his family, even if he couldn’t go with them to the hospital.
“Yeah,” Sam said, and Alec could tell that he was holding back, wanting to argue more about the fact that Alec was leaving, but not having any reason why him sticking around would be even a remotely good idea.
Alec ground his teeth together as he reached up to grab the outside top edge of what was left of the car’s window. His back brushed against broken glass as he gingerly pulled himself up and out of the bent remains of the car, sitting precariously on the edge of the sill. He could feel Sam’s eyes on him, knew that his ‘brother’ was watching him with concern that wasn’t that unfounded. Alec was hurting. He needed to set his arm soon, before that superior Manticore-bred healing kicked in and it began to mend incorrectly. Minimal blood loss from his other injuries, though, so he supposed he should count himself lucky for that much.
He fell when he tried to hoist himself the rest of the way out of the car. Tumbling backwards, landing hard on his ass, his broken arm jostling painfully from the impact. A cry left Alec’s lips.
“Alec?!?”
“’M fine,” Alec muttered, then repeated a little louder to make sure Sam heard him. He got to his feet slowly, assessing for further injuries as he went. Legs were all banged up, but nothing too serious. Just the arm and a handful of deep cuts to worry about.
He’d live.
Which was more than he could guarantee for Dean and John right at that moment, a thought that continued to worry him. Alec tried to keep from looking into the back seat, not wanting to see just how bad it really was, but he couldn’t help himself either. He peered in through the busted glass, looking over the two men there. Help would be here soon, he told himself, more because he needed to ‘hear’ it than because he believed it.
The sky was getting lighter, the sun rising quickly now that night was beginning to fall away. Alec forced himself to look away from Dean and John, to not dwell on that which he absolutely could not change. There was a brief moment where he thought about getting them out of the backseat, at least. He could do that much, right? Higher logic took over quickly, though, reminding him that he could do more harm than good by trying to move them. Let the paramedics do that when they got here.
“Call me,” Alec ordered one more time, moving around the front of the car to Sam’s side. He squatted next to the car, balance wobbly, and looked up at Sam.
“I will,” Sam told him, voice tired.
Alec wanted to say that he was sorry that he had to go. Wanted to say that he was worried about the three of them. Wanted to say so fucking many things… but couldn’t. The words just wouldn’t come. There was movement in the truck, the driver sitting there looking dazed. Presumably he’d already used his cab radio to call for help. Alec stared at him, unseeing, wishing that he could blame the man for what had happened but knowing he couldn’t all at the same time. It wasn’t his fault that he’d gotten possessed. Shit like that happened.
Okay – not to normal people. Not usually.
“Go on,” Sam said, more firmly, breaking through Alec’s thoughts. “There’s nothing you can do right now, and you were right. You can’t get taken to the hospital. That’s the last thing we need right now. Some overzealous doctor getting hold of you.”
Alec nodded and stood, laying a hand on Sam’s shoulder. He squeezed gently and turned, forcing himself not to look back. Knowing that if he did, he’d have a harder time of things. There was a patch of trees that he could hide in until the paramedics got here, though, because he’d be damned if he was going to start hiking to town without first making sure that his family was safe.
When all of this was over and done with, Alec silently vowed, that demon was going to be sorry it had ever heard the name Winchester.
PART TWO
Alec hated hospitals.
Hated them. The smells and sounds. Hell, even the fucking sight of a hospital made him want to turn on his heel and walk the other way.
Despite that inclination here he was, walking into a hospital. Man, the things he did for family.
He took a deep breath as he set foot inside and grimaced, the smell of antiseptic, blood, and sickness washing through him almost immediately. Goddamn super senses. Sometimes being a transgenic just fucking sucked.
Then again, being more than human had its benefits, too. Most of his cuts and scrapes were already healed. His arm was set and in a sling thanks to a house he had turned over along the ten mile hike to the hospital. Thankfully, the homeowner had been close to his size, so he’d been able to grab a new set of clothes after he took a shower in the cramped little bathroom. At least he looked presentable when he stepped into the hospital, even if he wasn’t comfortable with being there.
Too much could go wrong in a place like this, and he wasn’t talking about people dying. Some overeager doctor got his hands on him and it would be all over. He’d be on the run again. Nothing new, there. But this would be different. Agent White had no reason to look for him this far from Seattle – unless Alec gave him a reason.
Pushing aside his unease, Alec made his way to the floor Sam had given him when he called. Sam was okay and that was all that Alec knew. His ‘brother’ had refused to comment on the state of either of the other Winchesters. That worried Alec more than he wanted to admit. Dad and Dean hadn’t looked too good last time he saw them. Dean most especially. He was worried about both of them, even though he wasn’t about to admit it out loud, and certainly not to Sam.
The elevator dinged and Alec found himself at the end of a long hall. Damn, but they kept these places dark and gloomy, didn’t they? Was enough to make him not want to be here even more than he already did. How were people supposed to get better when they were in a place that was this overcome with shadows and despair?
Towards the end of the hall, someone stood up. Tall, lanky. Must be Sam, Alec thought, narrowing his eyes. Yeah. It was Sam.
But Dean and Dad were nowhere in sight.
Ignoring the spike of fear that realization created, Alec started down the hall, waiting until he and Sam met in the middle to say a word.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” Sam answered. His face was scratched up, Alec tried to note dispassionately but really only ended up feeling like he wanted to hunt this demonic sonofabitch down and tear him apart with his bare hands. It had hurt his brothers. It had hurt his dad.
Fuck if that didn’t put the demon on his shit list for the rest of its hopefully short life.
“So,” Alec drawled, looking around. “Where’re they at?”
Sam went a little pale. His lips pressed together so hard that there was the risk that they’d never have color again. Alec felt that small tremor of fear get bigger, filling his stomach with sick anxiety.
“Are they –“ Alec began, unable to form the words no matter how hard he tried. Are they dead wasn’t the kind of question he’d thought he’d be asking about any of his new family anytime soon. Sure, this was a dangerous life, but he’d never really stopped to think about the fact that one of them might get seriously hurt. Or killed. Not until recently. It didn’t sit well with him. There wasn’t anyone back in Seattle he could honestly say he cared enough about to be sad if they were hurt or died. Not so with this family.
Damn emotions. Manticore would have done a lot better to breed those traitorous feelings out of them. Saved everyone a lot of trouble.
“No, no!” Sam said in a rush. “They’re both… alive.”
Alec looked at Sam sharply. “You don’t sound so sure about that. Just tell me already.”
Sam sighed and jerked his chin over his shoulder. “It’s Dean, man.”
~*~*~
Staring down at someone that pretty much looked just like you did, when they were hooked up to machines and in a fucking coma? Not something that Alec ever wanted to repeat.
“Damn,” he cursed softly, looking at Dean’s prone form. Then, “Fuck.”
“Yeah,” Sam said softly. “But don’t worry. We’ll find something… someway to get him out of this. I don’t care what the doctors say.”
Which told Alec that the doctors weren’t particularly hopeful about Dean’s condition. Alec swallowed down the panic that surged in his chest. He nodded once, shortly.
“Dad’s awake a couple rooms down,” Sam continued. “He wants me to go get the Colt from the car and get some stuff from Bobby. You want to come with me or –“
“I’ll stay here,” Alec interrupted. He looked at Sam and gave him a half-smile. “Should have someone watching out for them, right? Just in case.”
Sam nodded. “I’ll be back soon.”
He didn’t immediately go see John after Sam left. The idea of leaving Dean all by himself when he was so fucking helpless made Alec’s stomach churn with apprehension. If the demon were to come in here and Dean were alone – that would be it. Lights out, show over. Nothing more to be said or done.
Alec wasn’t going to let that happen. Dad was alive and well, from what Sam had said. Which meant that he could wait until Sam got back to go see him. Maybe he was just being paranoid, but whatever.
Pulling a chair up near the bed, Alec slouched down and got comfortable, his eyes fixed on his double.
“You sure as hell better not die,” Alec told his comatose double. “Don’t make me kick your ass.” He paused and sighed. Loudly. Wasn’t like anyone was around to hear him, right? “It’s not like I asked for a family, you know. I didn’t ask to care about you guys. So if you could just do me a favor and not make me regret that little slipup anymore than I already am, I’d appreciate it. Thanks.”
There was no response from the bed.
Alec hadn’t really expected one, but the silence still felt like a cold slap to the face.
~*~END THIS PART~*~
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: Next in the Alec Winchester ‘verse.
Spoilers for SPN 2x01 – In My Time of Dying
Summary: Alec accepts that he considers the Winchesters to be his family, only a little too late for one of them.
~*~*~
Everything was covered in the inky darkness of a head wound when Alec started to swim his way back to consciousness. He came to fully just in time to hear Sam threaten the truck driver with the Colt, saw the billow of demonic energy leave the man, and ground his teeth together in frustration when the poor sap started bemoaning the fact that he had, however unwillingly, been the instrument of the carnage that they were currently stuck right in the middle of. Whining was annoying even when he wasn’t hurting. Which meant that right then, with the pain that was currently screaming through his aching body, Alec really wasn’t in the mood for it.
“He’s gonna go get help,” Sam muttered, though it seemed to Alec like he was just talking mostly to himself. Reassurance, sort of. Trying to make himself believe that help would be there soon. There was a bit of panic in his voice, though, when he next spoke, “Dad? Dean?”
There was no response from the back. Alec twisted in his seat, ignoring the searing pain that went through him. The arm closest to the door was definitely broken, and he could feel stickiness on the skin of his neck and back. Something had cut him. Maybe glass from the window. Getting up and getting the hell out of this car before paramedics arrived was high on his list of things that he needed to do.
He managed to turn enough to see into the back seat. Well, he could see Dean anyway. Damn if his ‘twin’ didn’t look like death warmed over. Well, not even warmed over. He just looked dead. Blood covered his face and his eyes were shut. Alec forced himself to stay calm, to watch Dean. There. He was still breathing. That was good.
“Can you see John?” he heard himself ask, voice sounding thick and slow even to his own ears. “Sam,” he said, louder, when Sam didn’t answer him. He turned, gritting his teeth against the pain that came with every movement, to look at the other man. Sam was leaning back, mouth hanging open, breathing far too hard. Fuck, Alec hoped help got here soon.
Speaking of which, he needed to get ready to get the hell out of there. No way that he could go to a hospital. He had enough field med to take care of his broken arm and make sure that he didn’t heal with a scar. Transgenic genes would take care of the rest. A week to week and a half and he’d be good as new. He wasn’t worried about his injuries. They’d heal.
Right now he was worried about Dean and John, so very quiet in the back seat. Hurt and maybe dying. He felt cool rage wash through him. This demon had fucked with his family long enough. When they were all better, they were going to finish this once and for all.
Alec put his attention on getting out of the car, forcing his emotions to the background as he heard Sam continue to try to get a response from the men in the back of the car. The door on his side was crumpled inward, buckled under the impact from the semi. Truth be told, Alec knew he should feel damn lucky that he hadn’t gotten more hurt than what he was. Using his left hand, he tugged uselessly at the handle of the door, not really expecting it to work. Good thing, too, because it didn’t. He twisted at it, pulling and prying with all the strength he could work up. Maybe if he’d had both arms in working order he would have stood a chance.
“Dad’s breathing,” Sam said so quietly that Alec almost didn’t hear him above his own attempts to get free of the car.
“Good,” Alec grunted. He gave one last push at the door and sighed, leaning his head back. “I’ve got to get out of here before help comes, you know that, right? I can’t get taken to a hospital.”
“You’re hurt,” Sam said. “You need to get looked over.”
“Sam,” Alec said slowly, firmly. He opened his eyes and turned his head to the side so that he could look at Sam. “Not completely human, remember? Those doctors get me in there and they’ll be poking and prodding on me in no time. Won’t take long for the people that want to find my kind come looking for me, either. I’ll be fine.”
More worried about Dean and Dad, Alec thought, but didn’t say, letting his mental slipup on the ‘Dad’ part of it all slide for the moment. Unwilling to delve any deeper into those feelings when they were all in one hell of a situation and he wasn’t sure how many, if any, of them would make it out.
No, they would. They had to.
He wasn’t about to lose his family now that he’d found them. Even if they were dysfunctional as all fuck, sort of violent, and more sarcastic than –
… come to think of it, that sounded like the perfect family for someone like him.
There was enough room for him to climb out through the broken window, Alec realized upon further inspection of the door. He’d end up cutting himself some more, but that was just the risk he was going to have to take.
“Alec –“
“Fuck, Sam, I wouldn’t go if I didn’t have to,” Alec cut him off, knowing what was coming before the words even left Sam’s lips. “C’mon, man. Be logical. I’ve got to get out of here before the paramedics and cops turn up. I’ll meet you at the hospital, though. Just call me and give me the address when you get there.”
He didn’t say just how he planned on doing that because to be honest Alec didn’t know. Hitchhiking in his current state just wasn’t feasible. No one in their right mind was even going to slow down for someone that looked as ragged as he did. There was the very real possibility that he’d have to hike all the way to the nearest town and figure things out from there. Hot-wiring the first car he came across was the best plan that he could come up with and most likely was what would end up happening.
“You’ll call me?” Alec prompted Sam, already beginning to twist his body so that he could haul himself out of the car with his good arm. The cell phone’s weight in his pocket was a comfort. He wouldn’t be completely cut off from his family, even if he couldn’t go with them to the hospital.
“Yeah,” Sam said, and Alec could tell that he was holding back, wanting to argue more about the fact that Alec was leaving, but not having any reason why him sticking around would be even a remotely good idea.
Alec ground his teeth together as he reached up to grab the outside top edge of what was left of the car’s window. His back brushed against broken glass as he gingerly pulled himself up and out of the bent remains of the car, sitting precariously on the edge of the sill. He could feel Sam’s eyes on him, knew that his ‘brother’ was watching him with concern that wasn’t that unfounded. Alec was hurting. He needed to set his arm soon, before that superior Manticore-bred healing kicked in and it began to mend incorrectly. Minimal blood loss from his other injuries, though, so he supposed he should count himself lucky for that much.
He fell when he tried to hoist himself the rest of the way out of the car. Tumbling backwards, landing hard on his ass, his broken arm jostling painfully from the impact. A cry left Alec’s lips.
“Alec?!?”
“’M fine,” Alec muttered, then repeated a little louder to make sure Sam heard him. He got to his feet slowly, assessing for further injuries as he went. Legs were all banged up, but nothing too serious. Just the arm and a handful of deep cuts to worry about.
He’d live.
Which was more than he could guarantee for Dean and John right at that moment, a thought that continued to worry him. Alec tried to keep from looking into the back seat, not wanting to see just how bad it really was, but he couldn’t help himself either. He peered in through the busted glass, looking over the two men there. Help would be here soon, he told himself, more because he needed to ‘hear’ it than because he believed it.
The sky was getting lighter, the sun rising quickly now that night was beginning to fall away. Alec forced himself to look away from Dean and John, to not dwell on that which he absolutely could not change. There was a brief moment where he thought about getting them out of the backseat, at least. He could do that much, right? Higher logic took over quickly, though, reminding him that he could do more harm than good by trying to move them. Let the paramedics do that when they got here.
“Call me,” Alec ordered one more time, moving around the front of the car to Sam’s side. He squatted next to the car, balance wobbly, and looked up at Sam.
“I will,” Sam told him, voice tired.
Alec wanted to say that he was sorry that he had to go. Wanted to say that he was worried about the three of them. Wanted to say so fucking many things… but couldn’t. The words just wouldn’t come. There was movement in the truck, the driver sitting there looking dazed. Presumably he’d already used his cab radio to call for help. Alec stared at him, unseeing, wishing that he could blame the man for what had happened but knowing he couldn’t all at the same time. It wasn’t his fault that he’d gotten possessed. Shit like that happened.
Okay – not to normal people. Not usually.
“Go on,” Sam said, more firmly, breaking through Alec’s thoughts. “There’s nothing you can do right now, and you were right. You can’t get taken to the hospital. That’s the last thing we need right now. Some overzealous doctor getting hold of you.”
Alec nodded and stood, laying a hand on Sam’s shoulder. He squeezed gently and turned, forcing himself not to look back. Knowing that if he did, he’d have a harder time of things. There was a patch of trees that he could hide in until the paramedics got here, though, because he’d be damned if he was going to start hiking to town without first making sure that his family was safe.
When all of this was over and done with, Alec silently vowed, that demon was going to be sorry it had ever heard the name Winchester.
PART TWO
Alec hated hospitals.
Hated them. The smells and sounds. Hell, even the fucking sight of a hospital made him want to turn on his heel and walk the other way.
Despite that inclination here he was, walking into a hospital. Man, the things he did for family.
He took a deep breath as he set foot inside and grimaced, the smell of antiseptic, blood, and sickness washing through him almost immediately. Goddamn super senses. Sometimes being a transgenic just fucking sucked.
Then again, being more than human had its benefits, too. Most of his cuts and scrapes were already healed. His arm was set and in a sling thanks to a house he had turned over along the ten mile hike to the hospital. Thankfully, the homeowner had been close to his size, so he’d been able to grab a new set of clothes after he took a shower in the cramped little bathroom. At least he looked presentable when he stepped into the hospital, even if he wasn’t comfortable with being there.
Too much could go wrong in a place like this, and he wasn’t talking about people dying. Some overeager doctor got his hands on him and it would be all over. He’d be on the run again. Nothing new, there. But this would be different. Agent White had no reason to look for him this far from Seattle – unless Alec gave him a reason.
Pushing aside his unease, Alec made his way to the floor Sam had given him when he called. Sam was okay and that was all that Alec knew. His ‘brother’ had refused to comment on the state of either of the other Winchesters. That worried Alec more than he wanted to admit. Dad and Dean hadn’t looked too good last time he saw them. Dean most especially. He was worried about both of them, even though he wasn’t about to admit it out loud, and certainly not to Sam.
The elevator dinged and Alec found himself at the end of a long hall. Damn, but they kept these places dark and gloomy, didn’t they? Was enough to make him not want to be here even more than he already did. How were people supposed to get better when they were in a place that was this overcome with shadows and despair?
Towards the end of the hall, someone stood up. Tall, lanky. Must be Sam, Alec thought, narrowing his eyes. Yeah. It was Sam.
But Dean and Dad were nowhere in sight.
Ignoring the spike of fear that realization created, Alec started down the hall, waiting until he and Sam met in the middle to say a word.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” Sam answered. His face was scratched up, Alec tried to note dispassionately but really only ended up feeling like he wanted to hunt this demonic sonofabitch down and tear him apart with his bare hands. It had hurt his brothers. It had hurt his dad.
Fuck if that didn’t put the demon on his shit list for the rest of its hopefully short life.
“So,” Alec drawled, looking around. “Where’re they at?”
Sam went a little pale. His lips pressed together so hard that there was the risk that they’d never have color again. Alec felt that small tremor of fear get bigger, filling his stomach with sick anxiety.
“Are they –“ Alec began, unable to form the words no matter how hard he tried. Are they dead wasn’t the kind of question he’d thought he’d be asking about any of his new family anytime soon. Sure, this was a dangerous life, but he’d never really stopped to think about the fact that one of them might get seriously hurt. Or killed. Not until recently. It didn’t sit well with him. There wasn’t anyone back in Seattle he could honestly say he cared enough about to be sad if they were hurt or died. Not so with this family.
Damn emotions. Manticore would have done a lot better to breed those traitorous feelings out of them. Saved everyone a lot of trouble.
“No, no!” Sam said in a rush. “They’re both… alive.”
Alec looked at Sam sharply. “You don’t sound so sure about that. Just tell me already.”
Sam sighed and jerked his chin over his shoulder. “It’s Dean, man.”
~*~*~
Staring down at someone that pretty much looked just like you did, when they were hooked up to machines and in a fucking coma? Not something that Alec ever wanted to repeat.
“Damn,” he cursed softly, looking at Dean’s prone form. Then, “Fuck.”
“Yeah,” Sam said softly. “But don’t worry. We’ll find something… someway to get him out of this. I don’t care what the doctors say.”
Which told Alec that the doctors weren’t particularly hopeful about Dean’s condition. Alec swallowed down the panic that surged in his chest. He nodded once, shortly.
“Dad’s awake a couple rooms down,” Sam continued. “He wants me to go get the Colt from the car and get some stuff from Bobby. You want to come with me or –“
“I’ll stay here,” Alec interrupted. He looked at Sam and gave him a half-smile. “Should have someone watching out for them, right? Just in case.”
Sam nodded. “I’ll be back soon.”
He didn’t immediately go see John after Sam left. The idea of leaving Dean all by himself when he was so fucking helpless made Alec’s stomach churn with apprehension. If the demon were to come in here and Dean were alone – that would be it. Lights out, show over. Nothing more to be said or done.
Alec wasn’t going to let that happen. Dad was alive and well, from what Sam had said. Which meant that he could wait until Sam got back to go see him. Maybe he was just being paranoid, but whatever.
Pulling a chair up near the bed, Alec slouched down and got comfortable, his eyes fixed on his double.
“You sure as hell better not die,” Alec told his comatose double. “Don’t make me kick your ass.” He paused and sighed. Loudly. Wasn’t like anyone was around to hear him, right? “It’s not like I asked for a family, you know. I didn’t ask to care about you guys. So if you could just do me a favor and not make me regret that little slipup anymore than I already am, I’d appreciate it. Thanks.”
There was no response from the bed.
Alec hadn’t really expected one, but the silence still felt like a cold slap to the face.
~*~END THIS PART~*~
