Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Dark Angel. There may be mentions of child abuse and violence. Dark themes.

They were crazy.

Absolutely crazy.

John subtly shifted to where he was blocking the doorway, and Dean's hand, resting on his shoulder, tightened fractionally. Alec's eyes flicked from both Winchesters, to the door and then to the window.

Max had long since left, saying a quick yet meaningful goodbye to Alec, and now he was stuck.

Once again - with crazy people.

Okay, maybe he was over exaggerating, maybe they were telling the truth about some things, if any. If they had said anything else, like unicorns were real, or giraffes weren't, but no. Just about anything and everything Supernatural exists. Now this wouldn't be so hard to believe if he had proof.

Which, in fact, they had none of. Dean and John were talking about hunts, but refused to take him on one because he was an amateur.

Alec understands that he hasn't been a ghost buster, or seen the movie, but he's a genetically empowered super soldier. Emphasis on the genetically empowered part.

But of course, genetically empowered doesn't mean squat if you're hunting a ghost or demon. And damn if that doesn't hurt a man's pride.

John was staring down at Alec, reminding the X5 of his favorite Colonel back at Manticore. Dean's hand has been slowly getting tighter on his right shoulder, not hard enough to bruise but plenty to keep him in place and ground him to reality.

Insane.

"Come on, kid." Asshole number one, sitting next to him, murmured in his ear.

"You have to face the truth." Asshole number two growled exasperatedly.

Alec - most certainly not an asshole, there were way too many assholes in this room as it is - stood up from the bed so fast that Max would be proud. He walked towards the doorway, John as well, unfortunately, and quickly attempted getting through the wall that was John Winchester.

But he ain't that lucky, as he has learned throughout his short life. The older man turned him around with two hands on his shoulders and forcefully sat him down on the bed, where Dean awaited. This time, Dean took preemptive measures and wrapped his injured arm around the transgenic and focused on not only restraining the kid, but comforting him.

Now John knew Alec was a smart kid. Hell, Alec knew he was a smart kid. The smart ass probably learned how to spell antidisestablishmentarianism when he was five. But he still had no clue why Alec even thought that would work. Seriously? The kid was strong, sure, but he had no mental capacity at the moment to look at John, let alone walk through him.

"Look at me." John demanded, and when he got no response, he added "That's an order, son."

Alec glared up at the man, but saw the command in his eyes. He saw the former military recruit come out in the man, and found himself unconsciously straightening up.

That didn't stop his smart mouth, though.

"You guys are crazier than my brother, and that's saying something!" He muttered, loud enough that they could hear him, but quiet enough to not fuel John's anger.

Dean's shoulders shook a little, laughter lining his voice as he watched John's reaction, "He's gotcha there, dad."

John just shook his head and sat down on the second bed in the room, disheartened.

xxxxx

It took him a few months to get used to his new life, occasionally having to be talked out of returning to Seattle by Max. Which eventually led the Winchesters to banning him from watching the news.

Which, according to Alec, was completely unfair. The older men had complete supervision on what he watched on TV, and they didn't even give out the orders.

The filthy traitor did: Max.

However, within the few months that he was with the Winchesters, he mirrored Dean. As in, going on hunts and following orders that John dished out with practiced ease. To be completely honest, he wanted - no - needed orders to follow. Without them, he felt completely helpless and vulnerable.

What? He grew up following orders, sue him.

So, the one week he isn't a perfect angel that Dean and John both know he isn't, he gets cornered. Because apparently, the only way to get things out of people these days were to corner them.

xxxxx

John and Dean shared a glance of concern as Alec quickly got out of the Impala and jogged to the motel room, using the key and blurring inside and flopping on the bed immediately. Dean motioned to himself and then to the open doorway, and John pointed down the road where the bar was located. Both Winchesters nodding, they set off and their plan was in motion.

Alec raised his eyebrow when only Dean walked in, clearly asking where the other one was. The older man just copied his expression and walked towards him. He sat on the X5's bed, which was already small, and leaned over the younger man.

When Alec tried to scoot over, so did Dean.

So the transgenic resorted to shoving the man off of the bed. Which worked for about five seconds before he was dragged back down.

Alec's body, already exhausted and sore from previous hunts, was quickly pinned down by Dean. He was straddling his legs, keeping them in place, and pinning his wrists on the floor by his head. The older man smirked and leaned forwards, "I can do this all day."

Alec squirmed, trying to find a way to get the bigger man off of him, but every transgenic had their off days, and this most definitely was his. He slowly relaxed and gazed up at Dean innocently.

"I don't know what you want from me."

Dean glared down at him, making Alec look away briefly before his head was forced back towards his captor. "I want to know why the hell you're acting so mopey." Before the X5 could protest, he interrupted, "You haven't slept in days, you're eating smaller portions of food each day, and you look like death died."

His glare faded down into a hurt and concerned look, making Alec's stomach sink. He was worrying them. "There's nothing to worry about, promise." Dean's look didn't falter, it strengthened. "I'm serious."

"So am I, kid. And I'm gonna ask you this one time, do you want to be with us?"

Alec's eyes seem to brighten when they met Dean's, and a smile lit his face. "Yes. Yes I do."

The worried look faded into confusion, "Then what's wrong?"

The transgenic's bright eyes dimmed a bit, so he used his only defense, "Well, I accidentally stubbed my toe the other day, kind of put a damper on my mood if you catch my drift." Dean sighed and released Alec, standing up.

And for some reason it hurt the X5 even more than he thought it would that he disappointed him.