So this is the sequel to Family, but you don't have to ready Family to know what's going on.

Alec casually walked toward the motel room he was sharing with Sam and Dean. It'd been about a week since they had found him and pretty much adopted him. They'd given him food, clothes, and shelter, not to mention their watchful eyes as he healed and even their friendship.

He'd never had a real family before and it was weird getting used to someone looking out for him. He had his unit back at Manticore, but they weren't close like Max's unit. Joshua and Max had been his friends in Seattle, but Max could hardly stand to have him around and who knew where either of them had ended up. Now he had two people who wanted to know him and wanted him to stick around.

They were kind of being overprotective with him though. He knew he was pretty much healed, but they insisted on taking it easy until they were completely sure he was fine. He was ready to start hunting; Sam and Dean told him as much as they could and he was ready to actually see some action.

As he got closer, he could hear Sam and Dean talking to each other; he was going to have to tell them sooner or later how good his hearing was…and his eyesight, how fast he could go, how high he could jump, the list went on and on.

"I found something in Colorado I think…" Sam mumbled, his voice was kind of muffled through the door.

"What is it?" Dean asked hopefully.

"Looks like a spirit…should be pretty easy."

"Good. A simple salt and burn will be a good first hunt for him."

"Let's just hope it's simple…"

Alec smiled; he was finally going to get to hunt.

"You think he's ready?" Dean asked and Alec's hopes started to fade.

"Yeah, his knee looks pretty good. Besides, I don't think he's going to wait around much longer."

'He's got that right,' Alec thought to himself and he decided it was time to get a move on as he opened the door.

Sam and Dean looked up at his arrival.

"So, you ready to go on a hunt?" Dean asked with a smile.

"Been ready, just waiting on you two to find one," Alec replied.

"I think we're the ones waiting on you and your bum knee," Dean shot back.

Sam sighed, "Guys, let's get back on track. People to save and monsters to kill, so let's try and focus."

"Right," Dean clapped his hands once, "How do you feel about Colorado?"

"Never been," Alec answered, but he decided it was time to come clean. "But…I think a simple salt and burn will be a good first hunt…"

Dean's eyes narrowed at his use of his own words from a few minutes ago, "How'd you know that?"

Alec hesitated; he was about to expose how different he actually was. "A few perks came with my gene cocktail…"

"Like what?" Sam asked.

"Well…heightened senses, I can jump really high and run really fast, but I have a faster metabolism so I eat a lot-"

"We've noticed that one," Dean mumbled.

"I also have really good reflexes…you might say, cat like reflexes," Alec said with a smirk.

Dean chuckled, but Sam just rolled his eyes and asked, "So you've heard just about every conversation we've had?"

Alec nodded, "Yeah, any conversation you've had in this room and I was nearby, and conscious, then I heard you. Also…Dean, you snore and Sam, you sometimes talk in your sleep."

Dean shook his head, but he was still smiling, "Alright, now that we know to text our secret messages, you want to know about this hunt?"

Alec smiled and nodded so Sam jumped in, "Archibald Taylor died in the Mountains in Colorado about 20 years ago. He lived alone out in the woods; the reports say when his wife died he locked himself in his house and wouldn't let anyone in, not even his son. Now, anyone who steps foot in the house doesn't make it out alive. Two weeks ago three guys were messing around near the house and the cops found their bodies last week."

"So our job is to find Archie's bones and then salt and burn them," Dean said.

"Sounds easy enough…" Alec muttered.

"That's what you say now; just wait until we really get into the research, that's the worst part…" Dean said under his breath.

Dean drove most of the way, but Sam didn't complain. He was surprised that Alec didn't ask if he could drive, but he never even mentioned it. He wasn't quiet though, in fact he never stopped talking. He asked a million questions, but they always jumped around. He asked about hunting, their childhood, where Dean got his car, what states they'd been to, what they knew about Christmas, what kind of weapons they had…the list went on and on.

He and Dean answered every question that Alec could think of. Sam wanted to ask his own questions, but decided they could wait until Alec ran out of questions.

They finally made it to Colorado, but they weren't in the town near where Archibald had lived. They were going to stop for the night and even though Dean was probably tired from driving, Sam knew he would want to stop for a drink.

"What are we doing?" Alec asked when Dean pulled into a bar's parking lot.

"We're getting a drink before Sam cracks down on research," Dean replied.

Sam suddenly turned around and studied Alec, who just raised his eyebrows in a silent question.

"How old are you, anyway?" Sam asked. They hadn't asked him and Sam was just guessing how old he was.

Alec thought a moment and then shrugged, "Not sure exactly, but around 20 or 21…"

"You don't know for sure?" Dean asked in surprise.

"Nope, Manticore didn't really celebrate birthdays…how do those work?"

"What? Birthdays?" Dean asked, confused.

Sam groaned, "C'mon, we'll explain birthdays later."

Sam got out of the Impala and started for the bar. He didn't wait for Dean or Alec, but they caught up to him a moment later already talking about something else.

"You ever play pool before?" Dean asked Alec as they walked inside.

Alec shook his head, "What's pool?"

Dean's eyes widened, "So much to teach you…Sam you go get us a round and I'll start teaching."

Sam smiled; he knew Dean loved teaching how to play pool. He'd taught Sam how to play when they were kids and now he was going to do it again. Besides, if Alec knew how to play, then Dean would have one more person he could play against when they stopped places.

Dean was showing Alec how to hold the cue when Sam walked over with three glasses of beer. Sam watched as Dean patiently taught Alec how to break and taught him the rules of the game. Alec wasn't bad; he picked up on the game pretty fast and he had some natural talent that Sam could already see.

The three of them played a few games, but both he and Dean took it easy on Alec.

"Can I break this round?" Alec asked once they were ready to start a new game.

"Sure thing kid," Dean answered easily.

Alec smiled and lined up his shot; he hit it just right and sunk three balls in off of the break. Alec's grin widened as he lined up another shot and made that one too. Sam looked at Dean and saw that Dean was just as surprised as he was.

Alec made shot after shot until he cleared the table. After the last shot, Alec stood up and looked at Sam and Dean and smiled.

"You hustled us!?" Dean asked in shock.

Alec nodded and Dean walked over to him, but he was trying to hide a smile so Sam knew he wasn't mad.

"You're gonna regret that!" Dean said as he hooked his arm around Alec's neck and messed up Alec's hair.

Alec laughed and managed to wiggle his way free, "Oh yeah? What are you gonna do?"

"You get the sofa tonight…and you're going with Sam tomorrow if we have to split up," Dean replied with a gleam in his eyes.

"Hey! Research isn't that bad…" Sam said defensively.

Dean rolled his eyes, "Just wait until tomorrow, you'll see…"

More soon...