Chapter 1

Hello, guys. I know, this isn't the original story! I decided to change it. The plot is somewhat the same, but I felt that Alec would not really leave the Transgenics like he did originally. I hope you enjoy this.

It is set before Freak Nation, but after Hello Goodbye. Again, very sorry about the inconveniences. I just wanted to tell you guys that I have been having a hard time juggling school and sports, so I hope you forgive me. Reviews will be appreciated.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Dark Angel. There may be some foul language.

His still form suddenly darted up. Breathing heavy and sweat dripping down his face, the man scanned the room for what would have woken him. A sound brought his attention to the window.

Raindrops. Thunder. Lightning.

In his defence, he hadn't gotten very much sleep since his dad abandoned him. His safety net was his family.

His brother was a big part of that safety net, until he left for college. Then his dad replaced that aching hole in his heart.

Now he's gone too.

Dean sighed, swiping his face with the shirt lying on the duffel he had tossed on the floor the night before. He sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees and calloused hands rubbing his gritty eyes.

Shaking the stiffness out of his shoulders, he stood up and grabbed the keys off of the end table by the bed and made his way to the car. It was pouring, the lights flashing in the sky almost like fireworks, a light show. If Dean didn't know any better, he'd say it was midnight.

It was quite literally pitch black. At 6 a.m.

Ridiculous.

But I guess he deserves that for settling in Renton. The rain wasn't quite what he was used to, even with all the moving around he did as a kid - hell, as an adult.

He checked his phone, not expecting anything. Not that he hasn't been expecting anything, he's hoped for months that his dad would contact him.

No dice.

Deciding that, maybe, just maybe, if he sounded desperate enough his dad would come for him. False hope, sure, but it was all he had.

Two rings.

Five rings.

Eight.

Voicemail.

"This is John Winches-"

God damnit Dad.

Sitting in the Impala, frustration and pent up anger sizzling throughout his body, he threw the phone, not that it went far. It hit the arm of the door and slid down between it and the seat.

He slammed his fist down onto the steering wheel and kicked something he was sure wasn't supposed to be kicked. The newfound stinging behind his eyes were making his anger skyrocket, he hated being weak, even by himself.

Dean breathed in deeply, gaining his composure, eventually finding it.

The sheer vexation aimed towards his dad, the betrayal aimed towards his brother.

It was way too damn much for him.

He had always been the anchor for his family. He was John's verbal punching bag, Sam's physical and verbal punching bag, but he still stuck with them and supported them through every conflict and disagreement.

He stuck up for Sam when John refused to let him go to college. Hell, he gave the kid the bus ticket and money to do whatever he damn well pleased. He gladly took John's anger and punishment for it, for everything.

No.

He was done.

He was sick and fucking tired of being treated like this. He didn't want to be abandoned again.

Not by his family.

xxxxx

Alec strolled out of JamPony, eyebrows furrowing at Max's harsh words.

Do you have to argue with every single thing I say? Get your head in the game, Alec, people are dying.

Yeah, he's heard worse, but this job wasn't cooperating with him. In Manticore, he's had no one else to trust but himself. He trusted his gut all his life, why should he stop now?

Oh, right. Because Max told him to.

Hell no.

Whenever she mentioned the job - which didn't hold any significance over Transgenics, or Max's unit, which Logan has supposedly been looking for since before she was recaptured - his gut tightened up. He couldn't explain it, which definitely went over well with Max.

She didn't tell him much details, just said that before he made any decisions, which Alec didn't even think he had, to be debriefed at Logan's after work.

Well, five minutes later he's dismissed by Normal.

For looking pale.

He did not look pale!

Huffing slightly, he made his way, on foot sadly thanks to someone shooting his back motorcycle tire, to the computer geek's humble abode.

There he was, in all his handsome and glorious self, hands stuffed into pockets and looking at the not-so-beautiful streets of Seattle. Thinking. Planning.

All Max had told him was that there was a Transgenic in trouble. Not anyone she recognized, just one he vaguely remembered from the fun PsyOps treatments they regulated on him.

X5-482.

It wasn't someone who necessarily did anything to him, just watched.

When he was going through said treatments, a majority of the X5's that were residing in there were only there for training and 'watching and learning'. But that was way back when, when he was young and going through his 'rebellious soldier who didn't really know or care about the rules' phase.

Turns out, it wasn't a phase. Just his personality.

There were only a few people who managed to actually terrify him to the point of obeying. That would be Lydecker and the Heads of PsyOps.

Personally, Renfro never managed to put the fear of God into him. Sure, pain was imminent when you faced down with the head of Manticore, but he had never actually been scared of her.

482 was one of the few PsyOps people seen that never actually hurt him. It's not like he had a grudge against the guy, quite the opposite. He felt as if it was a trap. It has happened before, actually quite frequently.

What, with White and the government looking for Transgenics, it was bound to happen.

Alec, personally, tried to ignore those feelings at first when those traps occured. He didn't know he was putting her in danger, it just happened to happen. That wasn't going to happen again. Max wouldn't get hurt because of his foolishness, not again.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when a door opened in front of him. Logan's.

Huh.

Said computer geek was standing in front of him with an impatient look, waving him inside.

Alec mentally shook his head, focusing. "Max told me to, and I quote, 'Get my ass over here so I can learn what the mission is about and not screw it up.' I got my ass over here, so it's up to you and how boring you make this to depend on if I screw it up or not."

Logan blinked at him, surprised, but not at the same time, at the younger man's bluntness. He drew in a breath, "I found some reports somewhere about 25-30 minutes southeast from here saying that there was chanting in the sewers. It wasn't any foreign language, though the witnesses thought about that primarily, but there was just numbers. A designation." He looked pointedly at Alec.

"Yeah, yeah." Alec rolled his eyes, "X5-482. Continue."

Nodding, he did as asked, "So, there was also the reports of whimpering or screaming also heard around that area. What Max and I were thinking was that he was being tortured."

The X5 squinted his eyes at the man, "And if he's the torturer?" At his startled gaze, Alec continued, "X5's aren't particularly known for their kindness and clemency. If something was threatening them, they would take 'em out or retreat. Not that I would have first-hand experience on these type of things." He quickly added, flashing a mischievous smile towards Logan.

Once again, he was baffled. "Do you just not want to go? Is there something I need to know so we can be prepared for any hesitance or resistance? I need to know these things, Alec."

Pacing, he needs to stop pacing. The transgenic sat himself down on an armchair, somewhat cautiously. "No. I don't want Max to go alone, obviously, but I.. I can't.."

Logan turned away from Alec, hiding his confusion. "What's this about Alec?" He positioned his fingers on the keyboard, ready for more researching.

The younger man looked up at him, pondering about what he should tell him. It's not that he didn't want to go, it was that he trusted his gut, and his gut was telling him something was wrong.

He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it once the door swung open. Max walked in with her self-assured gait and bitch face on.

She raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if he changed his mind. He hadn't, but he knew he had to go for her.

He sighed, "Yeah, fine. I'll go."

Max smiled in victory, "Great! We leave in.." she checked her watch, "an hour and a half actually. OC said she'd cover for us. Normal thinks your sick anyways, and he won't fire me, or else he'd have done that ages ago."

Alec nodded, faking enthusiasm. Great.

xxxxx

Dean felt guilty about fifteen minutes later, after his morning coffee. He knew it wasn't his family's fault and they had their reasons, but it was just so easy to get mad at them.

Sam wanted normal, so he pursued that and is currently doing what he wanted all his life. John wanted to hunt down the thing that so viciously ruined their lives, the thing that killed their mother, so that's what he's doing.

Dean just wanted to be a family, so he'll just pretend. As long as they're happy, he's happy.

So here he was, sitting in an empty diner with two teenage girls at the cash register, giggling their heads off. He was in Renton for a case actually.

There were strings of murders happening in the town, similar to some that had happened about fifty or sixty years ago. The local station were mentioning copycat killers, but it just didn't add up. The murders were almost exactly what had been done way back when; he had thought it was a ghost at first, but that thought was quickly chased away by the demon that showed up at his motel door.

Dean managed to get away, but couldn't quite finish the exorcism in time to be done with the job, so he was either at the motel or at the murder site, waiting.

All of the murders were executed in a graveyard, next to their family's headstones or someone who was blood-related. It didn't target specific families, just anybody it thought was a threat. There were also reports of torture on the bodies, seeming as if the demon brought them somewhere, tortured them, and then lay their bodies to rest near their family. Touching, really.

He raised his hand to catch one of the girls' attention, rolling his eyes slightly as they giggle - because seriously, he wasn't going to 'have fun' with teenagers, that's sick - when a familiar woman walked in.

The demon.

And damn if he wasn't surprised that she walked straight towards him, glaring at the girls as if a jealous girlfriend, and sat down across from him.

Dean ground the heel of his hands into his eyes, really not in the mood to apprise two fifteen-year olds that demons were, in fact, real.

"Can't you just leave this damn town and call it a day? The murders are just for your entertainment, why not find another town?" He knew he should just perform the exorcism, but he really wanted to save the witnesses the nightmares.

"What, so you can chase me around some more? You know it'd be your fault if I did somehow, get loose?" She drawled, smiling a sultry smile at him, leaning forward.

"Hell, why don't you kill me now?" The demon continued, her face twisting into a smirk. "Ooh," she said before he could get a word in, "I know. It's because you're tired, isn't it. Not physically tired, emotionally. I know the feeling."

Dean scoffed, not really in the mood to be casually chatting with someone who - quite literally - murdered twelve people in less than a week. "Leave here with me and we'll have a great time." He leaned forwards, so they were almost nose to nose. "I have a few things to say to you. Say, why don't we just get the Bible out now and start preaching the gospel, what do you say?"

She raised her eyebrows, unamused. "Preaching," She repeated, "I'll have to pass. Not really the religious type, you know."

He rolled his eyes, "Right. So, what do they call you these days?"

"Hadley." She smirked, looking down at her profile. She had shoulder-length chestnut brown hair, whiskey colored eyes, and a tall, skinny frame. Hadley leaned forwards even more, putting her lips next to his ear, "But you can call me Lamia, my real name."

She reached her hand out towards the glass of beer that was sitting next to his coffee, bringing it down on his head.

The two girls screamed and ran out of the store, one of them reaching for their phone. Dean didn't actually fall unconscious, just dazed.

Muttering curses under his breath, he abruptly stood up. He was hit with a wave of dizziness, and steadied himself with the booth.

The demon, using his distraction against him, kicked his knees out and slammed his head into the ground.

Lamia smirked, she found her next victim.

xxxxx

"You okay?" Max asked, shifting her hands on the wheel.

Alec looked up from his fiddling hands, confused. "Yeah," he muttered, "why wouldn't I be?"

She shrugged, "I dunno, you just seem distracted. This anything to do with why you didn't want to come?"

He furrowed his eyebrows, looking straight ahead at the road. "I guess."

Max paused, waiting to see if he'd answer on his own. Thankfully, he did.

"It's just a gut feeling. I don't know if we should be here."

Sighing, she pulled into the motel they were staying at. They had left about half an hour ago, surprisingly no traffic - most likely from the storm - and they finally made it. It wasn't a long drive, but she couldn't stand the awkward silence in the car. She had expected Alec to be chatty, not withdrawn.

They had checked into a motel for two reasons: to not attract attention by checking into a five star hotel, which Logan suggested, and because it was the closest they could get to the middle of everything.

Alec rubbed his eyes tiredly, "Let's just check in and go check out the town."

She went inside and talked to the man at the check-in, while Alec got all the bags. They just had three, clothes, weapons, etc.

Once they got their room, they dropped the bags on it and changed clothes. It was about nighttime and they needed to get a move on.

Wearing the fashionable all black, they headed out, not being seen by the ordinaries.

"So," Max started, "there were reports of screaming in the sewers by Howell Street. Thought we should check it out first."

Seeing Alec's nod of acceptance, she quickly started jogging. "It's only about two blocks from here, so we should be good on foot."

Another nod. He really wasn't talking much, today.

Blurring to the street only took about two minutes, not really surprising.

Alec squatted down and lifted the manhole quietly, not making a sound. He leaned his ear down into it and frowned. He motioned her down.

She bent her head down and heard what he did. There was faint chattering, along with small groaning noises that were painful to hear.

Thinking that a fellow transgenic was in trouble, she hopped down the hole and quickly made her way through the filth in the sewers. She heard Alec cursing as she did so, but still heard a small splash indicating that he followed her.

She, hell, they both knew that this wasn't exactly the best conditions. Although they still heard the noises over the rain and thunder, they were still soaking wet and exhausted. The day before they had drove two trips of nine hours to find another transgenic, but they were too late.

It turned out she had been dead for months, bad info on Logan's part, but he was just trying to help.

Alec was sick of it, though, and they both knew it. She was dragging him everywhere for her not-like-that boyfriend for Transgenics who were long past dead by the time they arrived.

They entered an open area in the sewers. Avoiding the areas of green mold on the walls, they leaned against it, trying to discern the good guys from the bad guys.

It seemed like there were two men and a woman in there. Not ideal, if they were Familiars, but not the worst situation they could've ended up in.

They were looking for an opening, one that was hard to find with all the monologuing happening in there.

'On three.' Max signed. Alec nodded. Again.

She held up one finger.

"I don't know where you Winchesters get your stubbornness from, seeing as the three of you always get your asses kicked."

She held up a second finger.

"John had his wife killed, he's still fighting. Sam had his girlfriend killed, he's still fighting. And you?"

She held up a third finger, and they sprung.

"You just-" The woman was cut off as a lithe form shot out from the shadows and tackled her to the musty ground.

The man that was standing in the corner was ambushed by another form, but he had anticipated it from his bosses predicament not a second before.

He grabbed the shoulders of the young man before him, pushing the shock away from wondering how his prisoner got free when he was practically catatonic seconds before. A sharp glance to the side showed him that the prisoner did not escape.

He took a knee to the stomach, but quickly threw the man off - using the perks 'his' body gave him - and sent a fist into the man's cheekbone.

Alec rolled with the hit, just getting clipped. The bigger man sent another fist towards his face, but he blocked it, pushing his arm up and moving the other man's out of the way. That left the man's face open, and he took his shot.

Sending a left hook to the guys temple, Alec turned around, expecting the guy to have been knocked out. He was surprised when arms were wrapped around his neck in a chokehold from behind. He saw Max holding her own, not very well, but doing okay.

The man that was tied up, looked him in the eyes. His face was painfully familiar.

The gold-flecked green eyes. The sharp cheekbones. The sculpted and perfected mask on his face.

The man looked to be about four years older than him, somewhere around 26 or 27. It was disconcerting. It looked like him and Ben, but he couldn't have been an X series.

The guy behind him tightened his arms, nearly choking him out. Clenching his jaw, he gathered all his strength and sent an elbow into the guy's gut. The guy stumbled back a bit from the impact, so Alec grabbed his shoulders and sent a knee up to the man's groin.

Wincing when he struck gold, he watched his eyes widen in surprise. It would've been funny if it'd actually worked. Muttering came from behind him.

When he listened closely, it almost sounded like latin. The voice that belonged to his look-alike was definitely familiar, similar to his own tone, if not gruffer.

The man and woman froze, eyes turning black with rage. Alec blinked in shock when the guy's eyes looked straight at him, an almost liq uid black filling his eyes.

Max, sensing the danger, quickly ran behind a pole, as if the demon in front of her would explode.

Then the screams came.

Both the man and the woman opened their mouths. Their vocal cords sounded as if they were shredding themselves.

Alec clapped his hands over his ears and backed up a step. The black smoke that flooded out of them passed him, both substances seemed to be letting out multiple tortured screams as well.

He squeezed his eyes shut until it passed. When it did, it was almost dead silent.

"What the hell?" Max's voice could be heard in unison with the man's voice. The man seemed to be taking every detail of Alec's face, while Max was both flabbergasted by the scene she just witnessed, but she was also concerned with another fact.

This was not X5-482.

So this was what I wrote, I really hope you enjoy it. The end may get a little sloppy, I know and I'm sorry. Have a wonderful day!