Tell me, what makes you so special.

Dean was starting to get a bad feeling about this case.

They'd been trailing Ruby for a while now after the whole church incident, trying to keep an idea on her and what she was up to, but she was all over the map as far as victims were concerned. Dean would acknowledge that she was too good at what she did to not have some other kind of ulterior motive. There was a pattern there, but Dean just hadn't found it yet. He also knew that going in blind wasn't the smartest plan in the world, but there was a kid involved. Little eight year-old girl who Ruby had grabbed and hauled out of town like she was some kind of sacrifice to whatever Hell god she worshiped, and while Dean my not have known anything about what exactly it was Ruby was up to, but he wasn't going to take a risk on the kid's life.

He pulled the Impala up to the side of the cabin where they though the kid was being held. He could see the lights on through the window, and the small silhouette of a girl who was most likely scared out of her mind. If they could get in there and get out without alerting the demon bitch, then they would be golden. "Alright. In and out, right guys?"

Sam didn't like this. Something was just wrong. Wrong beyond the fact that Ruby had kidnapped a child because Ruby didn't kidnap people. She killed them. At least that was what Sam knew of Ruby beyond the very bad but feel good sex she shared with him that he wasn't allowed to do again. But why would she kidnap this child without doing anything else and bringing her back to the toy cabin in the woods?

"I still don't like this," he said softly. "There is something more. More than we can see and I don't like that. We should go."

"More? What more?" Alec asked. Sam knew his stuff no matter how childish in manner it may come out. He was feeling a bit edgy too. Maybe he was picking up on Sam's nerves or maybe it was the animal instinct. He wasn't sure yet.

( *** )

For the record, Dean wanted it to be known that he was really bad at this.

Even when he was human, his social skills were mediocre at best, but now that he was an angel, they'd really gone down the tubes. Which was somewhat daunting when knowing that he had the potential of meeting a sixteen year-old kid who wasn't even in his own time period. He wasn't even sure how this had happened. All he knew was that genetically speaking, he was this kid's father, whether it was through accident, intention or stupidity, and he wanted to be there. In some way. Some how.

He didn't know how, but he had a feeling that there was something there.

Besides, he couldn't have dragged himself out of this even if he wanted to at this point. He'd already dug himself in deep enough that he was attached at this point, he hadn't even met the kid yet. The Irrational Protect Reflex had already kicked in, and that meant Dean was already too far gone to be fixed.

Now he just had to wait for the kid to come to him.


That was starting to be a little harder than he thought.

[Cowritten with smart_alec494. Sam = imnot_likeyou, Bela = enjoythe_ride. Set after THIS and THIS.]

They really needed to pick better motels.

One would think that after years of being on the road, that they would know by now to choose a place with a little security, but they still managed to keep leaving themselves wide open for trouble. Then again, they were Winchesters. If they weren't in trouble, there was something horribly wrong. As she made her way around the room, assessing it quietly to herself, she wondered how long they were going to be out. She'd seen the same case that they did -- all it would take to take care of was a simple salt and burn. However, this seemed to be taking them forever and she was starting to get bored.

She was really only there to warn them. Ever since the Winchesters had managed to pull a rabbit out of their hat and save her from her deal, she'd kept her promise to leave them alone -- for the most part. There may have been a brief fling with Sam after the war for the Apocalypse, but in terms of her actually causing them any harm, she didn't. She just kept to herself and only popped in when she managed to come up with information for them. And this particular piece was a dozy.

Picking up one of Sam's books, she set herself down on the bed that she hoped was Sam's, before stretching her legs out in front of her, crossed at the ankles. If they were going to take this long, she was at least going to occupy herself.
Alec stretched as he climbed out of the back seat of the Impala, working some more kinks out of his back. Then he flicked a bit of dirt at Dean. "Just because I'm younger doesn't mean you can always force me to do most of the digging."

( *** )

[Cowritten with smart_alec494. Sam = imnot_likeyou, Kutner = prodefibrillist. Follows THIS.]

He'd meant to leave. He really had. To be gone. But the shakes had hit too quickly. And couldn't have made it past the sidewalk in front of the motel room. So he'd let instinct guide him and hid in the bathroom behind a locked door.

It hadn't slowed Dean or Sam down much though. Nor had they paid much attention to him trying to get them to just leave him be. And now they were dragging him into a hospital. He struggled against them but didn't really have the strength to get anywhere. Or when he did have the strength he lacked any sort of co-ordination.

He knew that the pathetic whimper came from him. There were much cleaner deaths than by doctor. He'd rather be shot. And he felt almost betrayed. They had said they wanted him. Said that he was welcome. And now as soon as he was broken they were giving him back. He couldn't blame them though. Who wanted a broken weapon.

He understood but fought anyway. Panicked anyway.

Getting into the clinic hadn't been hard. All they had to do was fill out a form and within the hour they were sitting in an exam room, waiting for the doctor to arrive. Dean understood the doctor phobia, he really did. He wasn't all that fond of them either, but he wanted to make sure the poor kid was okay. So Sam was standing by the door in case he tried to bolt, while Dean was sitting with him in the chairs reserved for family. Hopefully this would be relatively simple, and it wouldn't take too long.

"Probably won't take long at all," Dean said with a nod. "He'll look you over -- in and out, five minutes."

( *** )

[PART 2]

[Cowritten with smart_alec494. Sam = imnot_likeyou, Anna = hitchhiker_girl, Nate and Luke = thewallacetwins. Everyone else is an NPC. Set after THIS.]

He sat there. In the kitchen. All night. He didn't leave the chair and didn't move much aside from slowly eating the piece of cake. He didn't sleep either and he was pretty sure he should. He just sat and let his thoughts bang around in his head.

The more time passed the more he was sure he'd be nothing but spare parts. He was almost sick a few times just thinking about it. Spare parts were no good if they were dead. And he. . . he. . .

He sat there.

Mama was usually the first one up, wanting to get a start on breakfast as the house's residents rolled through. When she walked into the kitchen and found 494 still sitting there, she paused, confused, before giving him a small smile. "You been sittin' there all night, baby?"

( *** )

[Cowritten with smart_alec494. Sam = imnot_likeyou, “Ben” is an NPC. Just some more SPN/DA crack. Fun times.]

494 didn't get it. It was the one thing on this mission that he just flat out didn't understand. Why the sewers? It was, in 494's opinion, against everything in an X5. Even a stone crazy one.

It was closed in, had no view, stank to high heaven. And then there were those piles of. . .of goo everywhere. It made him want to up chuck.

The nest itself made sense to him. At least it would if he were as delusional as his twin. Manticore mantras and a well tended arsenal. The part that really creeped him out though was the tattooers tools. Or more accurately what they were used for. He couldn't stop his hand from coming up to cover his own barcode.

"Suicidal nut case is what you are."

"So the guy's holed up in there, huh?" Dean said with a glance over at his brother as they armed up from the trunk of the Impala. It'd been over ten years since Dean'd first had his face stolen by a shapeshifter, and he'd be damned if they still didn't enjoy passing it around. Not that he minded all that much. He was happy to fight a normal monster as oppose to a demon or something worse -- he'd lost his taste for demons during the war to stop the end of the world -- but he still would appreciate if they would look past the fact that he was a handsome son of a bitch and just let him be.

"That's what all the signs point to," Sam said with a nod. "Tracked him back here after his last kill. Which -- was really something else."

"Don't have to tell me -- I was there, remember?" Dean slipped the gun with the silver bullets into his pants at the small of his back before closing the trunk behind them and looking down at the manhole in front of them. "Well, after you, Sammy."

Sam rolled his eyes before dropping down through the hole and waiting for his brother to follow him. Dean slid down soon after and they started to make their way towards where the lair was located, flashlights lighting up the sewer in front of them. By the time they reached the entrance to his holding room, they were surprised to find him already there -- they thought they were going to be doing the lying in wait thing for a while. Dean reached for the gun at his back, before leveling it at the kid in front of him.

"You really think that we were going to keep letting you kill people?"

( *** )

[Cowritten with likely_evil and smart_alec494. Part 1 is HERE. Angell = foundherwings, Hendrickson is an NPC.]


Sam put his cell phone down in his lap, looking at Dean. "He's not answering, Dean. Alec always answers his phone. Something's wrong."

"Only problem is we don't know what kind of something wrong it is. Or where he is, for that matter." Dean was starting to get a little worried too. Alec usually wasn't one to be late either. Which definitely meant something not good, as far as Dean was concerned.

"I can find him. Demon, remember. I can find him if you let me go." Sam stood up. "He can't be far."

Dean hesitated slightly, before sitting up slightly. "I don't know, Sammy -- especially when we don't know what kind of trouble it is."

"Between you and me, we can do anything and take on anything." Sam reached for his jacket. "We can take a drive. I can see what is around. See if I can feel him." He might be trying not to bounce between two feet.

"Alright," Dean nodded after hesitating again. "But don't go running off without me, alright?"

"I won't. Stay in the car. Can I drive?" His eyes lightened up a bit.

Dean chuckled. "No, Sammy. I barely let you drive when you were human."

He pouted and sighed. "No fair." But he followed Dean to the car and sat in the passenger seat obediently.

( *** )

[Follows THIS. Same notes there apply. I said it was long.]

"Oooh the garden state." Okay so sometimes Alec was a little odd. He pulled open the back passenger door and let Jinx slip past him.

Dean and Sam exchanged a look, before sliding back into the car. "New Jersey ain't so bad. Depending on the day."

"No in all seriousness I have no problems with the state. " He closed the car door. "Okay so most of my experience with it was from the fourth floor of a hospital, but eh, the view was pretty good."

"The Pine Barrens suck," Dean said with a sigh. "It's just miles of friggin' nothing. Which makes me really hope that Bela knows where she's going."

"If she doesn't, I do. I've been here a couple of times to pick stuff up. It's just that we don't want to approach him without a familiar face. His toys pack a wallop and he's not above just plain old shooting I don't think." He shrugged. "Magical arms dealer." Not that that's what Alec had been getting, but still.

Dean raised an eyebrow slightly, before glancing at him in the mirror. "I didn't know those existed. But then again, I probably shouldn't be all that surprised."

"As far as I know he corners the market. Though it may just be that he's the only person Bela deals with that she trusts at all." He paused. "I think he knows Ruby, too. But maybe he just knows of her."

"Didn't know Ruby was that popular," Sam said slowly, before glancing back at him. "I take it you know Ruby too?"

Alec nodded. "She's family. She's like. . .I dunno. You two are really close."

Sam paused for a moment. "We are?"

( *** )

[Set after THIS. Sam = likely_evil, Alec = smart_alec494. Dean Winchester, pity party of one.]

“Many people weigh the guilt they will feel against the pleasure of the forbidden action they want to take.”

The cold air outside the motel room washed over him like a cold shower, cutting through his clothes and biting against his skin. It was coming around to the tail end of fall in Nebraska, and the temperatures were starting to dip below the point where you could just make a quick run out to the car without freezing your ass off. Dean was a bit beyond the point of caring, though. Stepping out into the cold was meant to clear his head, try and get him back on track, because he was starting to wonder so far off it at the moment, that he was starting to fear he was going to do something stupid.

When Sam first died, Dean was more than ready to make a deal. It wasn’t even a question of whether or not he should. He was going to. He was halfway to the crossroads before Bobby caught wise of what he considered impending stupidity, and cut him off. There was always this feeling in the pit of his stomach that he didn’t do the right thing—that he should have let Bobby talk him out of it. John had sold his soul to save him, why couldn’t he do the same to save Sam? After all—ten years was a lifetime for a hunter. Hell, even without the deal he would probably die before that anyway. All that mattered was getting his brother back. And Bobby wouldn’t let him do it.

And now he had his brother back. He should be happy. Demon or not, it was still Sam. It was still someone he needed to take care of, someone he could look out for. Plus, this Sam—he was so young. It was like having the Sam he took care of growing up, and he—he had a purpose again. He was happy to take that purpose. Even with Alec to train, it still wasn’t the same. Alec still knew how to handle himself in a fight if need be. Sam—Sam was a clean slate. He got to start over again and do it right this time. Protect his brother. That was his job.

( *** )

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