That Sweet Fall Into Sin

Title: Five Times Dean Pulled the "Because I'm Older" Card on Sam and Alec (AWV)
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, Fox, et al.
Notes: For my Five Things requests and my June month of AWV fic.


~one~

Alec looked down at the orange jumpsuit Dean had tossed at him, a twin to the one that Sam had been given. It was the kind of thing he was loathe to be caught dead in. Ever. Even for a job. But here he was, about to have to take one for the team. While Dean… Wait. How was that fair? He frowned and held up the obnoxiously bright clothing. “Why do we have to be the prisoners?”

Dean smirked and adjusted the police uniform he’d stolen, the nametag glinting a generic ‘Jones’ on his chest. “Because I’m the oldest.”

~two~

“So, let me get this straight,” Alec drawled, hands shoved down in his pockets. The building in front of them was bright and full of music, talking, and laughter. It looked like a really kick ass party.

Not that he was going to get to find out.

“You are going in there.” Alec pointed at Dean, then the frat house. “And I’m waiting out here with Sam?”

Dean’s grin was a slow slide of lips over teeth, smug amusement at its best. Alec knew that look. Hell, he used that look sometimes. Right now he just wanted to wipe it off his brother’s face.

“Yeah, sounds like you’ve got the plan all figured out,” Dean said with a glance over his shoulder. A group of girls were heading into the frat house, giggling obscenely and wearing only enough clothes to keep from getting picked up for indecent exposure.

Fuck, it had been too long since he had gotten laid, and Alec felt his mouth go dry. So many possibilities right there, in front of him, and he wasn’t even going to get a chance. “Why?”

The words, when they came, weren’t as much of a surprise as they should have been. Though they were still damn unfair.

“’Cause I’m the oldest. Now play nice, kids.” He winked. “I’ll be back soon.”

~three~

“Because I’m the oldest” apparently also worked as an excuse to steal the last of the donuts.

Alec thought maybe that was the worst excuse ever as he watched his older brother shove the entire donut in his mouth, cheeks puffing out like a deranged squirrel.

~four~

Apparently Dean also got to drive all the fucking time because he was the oldest. Or because it was his car. Alec really wasn’t sure on the details of how that went, but Sam didn’t argue with it, so he just folded himself into the backseat and shut his eyes, sliding his sunglasses down. Was a good time to catch a nap, anyway.

~five~

The most frustrating thing about finding out that he had two brothers – real brothers, not the kind of Manticore ‘we are a unit’ crap he’d been fed since he was old enough to understand – was that he was the youngest. Younger than Sam by a couple years, younger than Dean by even more still.

Most of the time it didn’t bother him. There were moments of sibling sarcasm, jibes, and pranks, but nothing that really got to him.

Then there were times like this.

“Just – stay put,” Dean hissed, pushing on Alec’s shoulder hard and sudden. Alec fell back a step, nearly bumping into Sam. Dean disappeared into the night before Alec could think of a thing to say.

“What the fuck?” Alec muttered, looking to Sam.

Sam shrugged. “He thinks he has to watch out for us because he’s older.”

What an idiot. Alec frowned in the direction Dean had gone. “Does the fact that I’m a trained soldier with transgenic talents just totally escape him? I’m not going after him to bail him out of he gets caught.”

Sam shot him a look, but didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to, either. He knew as well as Alec did that if push came to shove, they’d both be there helping Dean out of whatever fuck up he’d created for himself.

Because that’s what younger brothers did when their fuck-up big brothers got in trouble.

END