Tell me, what makes you so special.

[Still set in wayward_au. Follows THIS.]

Dean didn't need to take Alec back to the house, not that they weren't going in the same direction anyway, but he wasn't really thinking of that at the time. Instead he just made a beeline for Sam, knowing that he was going to have to tell his brother now that he was completely sure, and that this wasn't a conversation to be having over the phone. He had to tell him face to face, because owed Sam that much, and he needed to see Sam's reaction, rather than just hear it.

As he drove over to the motel, his mind just kept replaying the whole conversation, everything that had been said and not said, that Dean just knew on instinct. It hadn't gone any differently than he had expected it to. There were questions that weren't asked that he had been expecting, accusations that weren't made that Dean had almost wanted John to. Questions that Dean knew would flip a switch somewhere inside of him, and everything would come pouring out -- all the resentment and anger and aching and love that tended to roll through him when Dean was dealing with his father, and sixteen years down the road, it still wasn't any different.

Part of him knew that things weren't going to end well, given the givens, and he was bracing himself for impact, but the other part of him was almost relieved. John had always been Dean's point of direction -- his reference for everything and the reason he gave such unwavering loyalty, because all Dean had ever wanted was for them to just be a family, whether that meant hunting or otherwise. Right now, part of him was cursing the fact that he was happy when he knew that his father was an obsessed bastard and all the loyalty in the world wasn't necessarily going to get him what he wanted, but at the end of the day, he was happy. And that wasn't a bad thing.

He arrived at the motel, got out of the car, and headed right to his brother's door without even skipping a beat. A few seconds later, he was pounding on the door to the motel room, not really wanting to know what Sam and Ruby were doing behind it, but not really having any qualms with interrupting either.

"Open up, Sammy, it's important."

[Cowritten with maninflannel and ilove_atallman. Set about six months after THIS.]

He was bleeding. Bleeding wasn't a good sign.

His weight slumped into Ruby as he let her haul him up the stairs to the front of Bobby's old house, glancing back over her shoulder. The demons were coming and they were coming fast. She knew that going to Bobby was the right choice, strategically speaking, and that it was safe, but she wasn't ignoring the fact that this was going to blow their cover in a big way. Dean wouldn't be able to guarantee that Bobby would keep his mouth shut to Sam, but he was right in saying that they didn't have any other choice. She hauled them up the stairs letting Dean still lean heavily on her as she knocked loudly on the door.

"C'mon, Bobby," he sighed. "Open up."

Bobby had been going through his books, looking for a certain one Sam wanted him to ship out for his and Beth's latest job. When he heard the knock, then the voice, his eyes narrowed. He grabbed his knife and went to the door, opening it just inches, and glaring out. "..What the fuck.."

"Look, Bobby," Dean winced slightly, as Ruby shifted against where he was injured to try and brace his weight better. "I know I have a lot of explaining to do, but I don't have anywhere else to go. I swear I'm not a demon or a shapeshifter, just please." Bobby could probably see the swatch of red where Dean was bleeding from, and as it spread onto Ruby, who was holding a hand to the wound as she tried to keep Dean on his feet.

He stared at them longer, more glares going Ruby's way. He gripped his knife tightly. "I'm supposed t'believe ya?"

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[Dean = jstliketherifle, Sam = imnot_likeyou, Alec = smart_alec494, Ruby = ilove_atallman, Bela = enjoythe_ride. Anyone else mentioned is an NPC. We were bored one day. It's a bit of the extension of the wayward_au verse, but mostly for fun, and this is only part one. And this is also being crossposted all over creation. My apologies now.]

Alec stepped out of the ware house and stretched. He had a bag slung on his back and the shot gun loose in one hand. Ghosts were easy prey for him and Jinx. Between the two animal sensitive noses and Alec's gift it was never hard to find the bones. And he was starting to think that one out of every four dockside warehouse had a pissed spirit in it. The Impala was right where he'd left her, safe and sound. Jinx sat near a rear tire while Alec opened the trunk to stow his gear. That was when things got a little odd. He was holding the shot gun but he was also looking at it. In the trunk. And sure Dad had more than one. . but not *this* one.

Dean had only gone to get coffee. Really. He was gone all of what, five minutes, and he had some mook going through the trunk of his car. Dean rolled his eyes slightly, figuring it was one of Bela's goons screwing with his car (again), and he rolled his eyes before pulling the gun out of his pocket, and coming up as stealthily as possible, aiming the muzzle right between his shoulder blades. "You're gonna wanna back away from my car -- right now."

"Oh for fuck's sake I knows she's made of win. But seriously?" Alec didn't even feel afraid. Cautious yes but afraid? No? Not with Jinx right there. Jinx who was undoubtedly getting ready to take the guy's hand off right about. . .

Jinx had a moment of startled confusion but a gun on his master was kinda not something he tolerated. But given who it was maybe he wouldn't actually kill.

. . .Now Alec heard that angry chainsaw through steel snarl and Jinx rose to his feet.

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[PART 2.]