Supernatural/ Dark Angel x-over.

A Fight over a soul

Disclaimer characters are not mine, they belong to the CW.

AN: this is a Wincest/ yoai don't like , don't read,: otherwise read and review.

Skit:

Shape shifter Dean: (walks in, with glass cup, and a bottle of voldka ( cheers-)

Darkaina (in a hushed voice, so the fake Dean can't hear- if your read and review, I promise, that Dean will do a strip tease. (eyes the shape shifter-

shifter Dean 0-0 you know i can hear you-

Darkaina (pops her head up, i have a propasition 4 you"

Shifter: not intrested- "you give me Dean, and i'll throw in one Sam Winchester and a bag of M&M's- because you can't be Dean with out Sammy!

Shifter: as in peanut butter M&M's, and smutt

"Darkaina: i don't know, winks evily,

Shifter Deal,

end

Full Summary:, (Set 4:15-) AU, Dean didn't know what to think, didn't know, what his next move would be, he just knew he had to get the hell out of dodge, He had to keep Sam, away from Ruby, he had to keep his brother safe, whether its demons angels, or saving Sam, from his own destructive path. Part of him wanted to make Sam suffer, make him feel, the way he felt, tear him down, own him., rebuild him And the other part, the part that remained. Wanted to believe, that he'd find a way to save them all. When Sam wakes up, he greeted with a hard chest, soft breathing, and a murmured husky "Sammy" "Dean nuzzles into his neck, "yes Dean" the same voice answers back, "who's Dean!"

Chapter 1. THE ROAD TO YOU

Dean didn't know what to think, he kept replaying, Sam's vicious words, in his head, wondering, if everything was going to be okay, just like he said, his eyes burned, as the feeling of betrayal laped at his sense of judgement, he almost killed Sam, he almost ended the life, that he was, strongly, valiantly trying to protect, He could still remember, what he thought, when he broke the glass, grasping the axe, tightening his hold, his knuckles ached, turning white, as he hovered over his brother, with the intent to kill, "This is the only way i can save you" the look of fear in his brother's eyes, Dean felt the stabbing guilt, he hated being the one who put it there, under the siren's spell, he swung, the axe down, but before it could do any permanate damage, bobby grasped the handle, bar, flinging, it with all his might, toward the unsuspecting siren. the monster, Nick, who only wanted to be, Dean's brother, be the brother that he had lost, to take Sam's place, in Dean's eyes, Nick fell, face first, dead, Bobby leant a hand to the youngest winchester, hoisting him up to his feet.

Sam, couldn't bring himself, to look at Dean, and dean, couldn't bring himself to comfort his brother, neither boy said a word, just followed bobby out of the building, Bobby had offered Sam a ride, and for an instant Dean thought, Sam would take the offer, he shrugged his shoulders, telling Sam, that everything was cool, between them, that was a flat out lie, and he sure, Sam caught that look in his eye: the brief flicker of hurt and longing, Sam felt a chilling warmth, bloom at his side, and knew, that, Dean had knicked, him, like a true Winchester, he kept his mouth shut, not wanting to give, Dean any more amunition. even if it was he, who had been firing rounds into his brother, and causally destroying, the bond, that once held, like iron, now, crumbled, like weak plaster, he couldn't believe, that he called Dean that, did he really think he was the better hunter- no he was just sucidal.

Dean, did his best, to control his emotions, to get back into the game, to try, to be as he was before, his one way trip down under, thanks to Castiel, he got, to see his brother again, but the angel was to, late in his deliverance, from hell, their was something inside him, more dangerous, then any she demons, "I'm tired of protecting you, Dean, your weak, i'm the better hunter" sam's voice rang lound and clear.

Dean knew, Sam meant it, again his brother lied, to him, even if Sam denied it, he could see it in his little brother's eyes, the distrust, that was mirrored, in his own, Sam was known, for keeping secrets, and he wondered, when had Sammy stopped being his adorable little brother, and became Sam: the bull-headed shadow. that was so intent on killing the bitch lilth, that he was willing to forgo, everything his lighter side ever, held dear- starting with his brother.

Though, it wasn't entirely one sided, in that catagory, Dean, had been keeping secrets from Sam, since he was eighteen- and derk the Jerk, was a major problem, ever since Ruby came back into their lives, undetected jealeousy, simmered within, He fought the temptation, to delete her number, as he recalled, finding Sam's phone, and snooping through his contacts. He hated Sam, for lying, it felt like someone, had taken a tractor, and went straight through his heart, leaving a gigantic aching hole. He blamed Ruby, most of all, for courpting his kid brother, and turning Sam against him.

sure, i can see, How Sam, wanted it, wanted to feel Safe and secure, to be told, that everything was okay, that his brother was in heaven now, but that was a flat out lie, Sam knew, Dean went to hell, for him, with a grieving heart he tried, to deal with the devil, but no takers would come forth, his heart was breaking, and that was when the trecheous snake, striked, wrapping her body, against his, whispearing venemous promsies, with that forked tongue of hers. Damnit, Sam was grieving, she had taken advantage, and somewhere along, that line Dean was possitive that the bitch raped him, without his pain in the ass little brother knowing, -isn't that some type of statutary rape. when the victum is confused, and in pain.

"GOD I HATE THAT BITCH! seethed Dean, clenching his hands, upon the steering wheel, he needed to keep Ruby away from Sam, and if that meant, treking his brother across country, on bogus hunts, then, Dean saw no problem with that. Sam was always his top priority, fuck god, fuck the angels, He was getting the hell out of doge, He was taking his baby brother for a ride, whether the younger Winchester wanted to or not. Dean pressed harder on the gas. As if reading Dean's mind, it gunned down, the highway, he drove, until, she was near E, pulling into a local gas station, he gave a quick glance, at his little brother, and felt, a twinge, of despair, he didn't know when it started, these uncanny feeling, that he hid, from his brother, that he held for his brother. Sam was asleep, in the passenger seat, as Dean, filled the tank, and went inside to pay, picking out some M&M's, a six pack of soda, and a cappuccino for Sammy, he didn't know why, because he was pissed to hell, with the kid but he had to find some grounds, so that they could talk about this, he hated taking Sam's role, and was ready to give it back, he made his way over to the counter, the clerk, who was watching Devour, about shrieked, at their similarities, she had four half drunken, capriccioso, sitting on the counter, as she was beginning to tweak.

"leave the lights on" she said, taking the money. Dean gave her, a cocky grin, and then noticed, the homemade Jake Gray plush doll, she held in her arms.

"aren't a little to old for dolls he asked.

I'm 22, take your stuff, and leave" she said. grumpily, Returning to her movie, knowing the walk to her car, would cause her nerves to go into overdrive. Shaking his head, Dean left, returning to the car, with the bag, of goods around his wrist, and a steaming capriccioso in one hand. Opening the door, he slid in, placing the cup of caffeine in the holster and depositing the bag, in Sam's lap.

Hmm-, Dean where are we?" asked Sam, looking down, confusion and pain in his eyes, as he grimaced trying to sit up, holding his side, the blood matted clothing, went unnoticed by Dean, as the older hunter answered his brother's question-

'pit stop" he answered, taking a coke twisting off, the cap, and taking a long refreshing gulp, Sam blinked still tired. He didn't know what to say, and he didn't believe everything was okay, like his older brother was leading on, Sam could see the painfuly obvious, fake smiles. so he decided to break the silence.

"Dean I-

"Don't start Sam" Dean cut in. handing him, his cappuccino, drink up, it's going to be a long drive, and I need the company. because misery loves company" Dean thought to himself, giving a quick glance at his brother, who had rested his head, againt the window. listening to the hum, of the car, as they rode in silence.

Sam took the beverage that was handed to him, and took a long sip, the milky goodness, burning his gullet, as he grunted out a thank you. Dean didn't respond, he just turned on the radio, pulling out, and they were on the road again. Sam saw, that Dean was exhausted, but didn't want to start anything, he felt guilty about lying, deceiving the only person, that made sense, Dean was everything to him, a father, a mother, a brother. He wanted to cry, because the guy, he was riding with, wasn't his brother, his brother died, sometime ago, when he brought Sam back to life, even though, Dean tried to ease the tension, the best he could, since he told Sam, about the deal. He didn't know why Dean was brought back, perhaps to stop his brother from going down the wrong path, which, it seemed that he had failed, epically, I might add, Now everything was so strained so confusing. Dean was humming along, trying to ignore, Sam's stares, Dean, wanted to cleanse, Sa, of Ruby's essence, he wanted to prove to Sam, that nothing had changed, even though, everything had.

Sam was now, more defined, his mind was a lethal weapon, and frankly, Dean was scared shitless, but not of his brother, never of his brother, he didn't know what to do, he could go to bobby's, perform some ancient ritual and bleed, out the bad blood, that had tainted his brother since he was six month old- but oh how he thought about it, He wouldn't have to deal, with his brother turning evil, but gathering the right ingrediants, to perform, such an act, could take weeks, maybe months, and time, was running out, Allister and Lilth, were closing in on the last remaining seals, and pretty soon, he would have to contend, with the fallen angel himself. Dean Had to find away, to keep that from happening, Keep Ruby, from instigating Sam, the thought of asking Castiel, to help, clense Sam, passed briefly, that stupid angel, was strict in the way of the Lord, and would probably end up hurting Sam

"Dean- Sam's voice cut though Dean's thought" The older hunter, gave a quick glance, to see what, Sam wanted, scorn was clear and bright, in his green eyes, as he lifted an eyebrow, as if to ask What!

"can't we stop for the night?" asked Sam, his voice, suddenly gravely, and coarse, but Dean ignored it, wanting Sam to feel the pain, he was currently suffering through, he did not want to suffer alone.

"No! was the sharp, reply. Sam flinched, but didn't releant, even though, he probably should.

"come on! Dean, talk to me, you've been, so silent lately, I can't read you anymore"

"Dido" thought Dean.

"Look Dean, Sam took a ragged breath, before going on, If this is what Nick said, you know, i didn't mean, any of that, we were both under his spell-

"you don't think i know that" thought Dean, his jaw locking at the thought.

"Dean, i'm tired, can we please pull over, why do we have to go, to Jersery anyway- why wont you talk to me?" thought Sam, feeling his chest, tighten, as he tried to concentrate, on breathing.

Finely Dean snapped, "you know what Sam, for once I'm done, I'm done, talking, I'm done, trying to protect you, I'm just done, so stop talking to me, -I'll sleep when i'm dead" thought Dean

They drove, for the next half an hour, Sam doozed in and out, of sleep, wondering what his brothr was thinking, "i really missed this up," thought Sam, Tell me Dean, tell me what i need to know, to be okay again in your eyes" he thought. His eyes were tightly shut, and he didn't notice, tears dampering his face, his side ached, and he couldn't really think, it hurt to move, it hurt to breathe, he just wanted to stop, he was done with all this, what had hunting gotten him, a few torn ligaments, a broken nose, and a shattered spirit, that what. But those simple tears didn't go unnoticed, as he thought.

Pulling into a cheap, rundown, motel, outside of Lawarance, the Impla, crawled to a stop, turning off the engine, Dean stared at his little brother, hating himself, even more, the kid, was pale, an ashen pale, that was all to familar, it reminded him, of cold Oak. reaching over Dean brushed a few strands of wet hair, from his brother's eyes. before getting out, the sandy haired hunter began to unload the trunk, taking out two duffle bags, and setting them on the ground, whisstling a causal tune. upon hearing, the passanger side door open, Dean peaked around the body of the Impala, to see his brother sway to his feet, Sam was admiring, the hotel, with a look, of waryness.

Slamming the hood of the trunk down, Dean made his way over to Sam, who didn't dare move, for fear his body would collapse, he was cold, and very tired,

Dean- he said

Dean looked up, now realizing his mistake- "Sammy! he shouted dropping the duffle bags, death caresed the youngest winchester, with flirting fingertips, as Sam began to sink down, a strong arm caught him,

"OH no you don't Sammy! cried Dean, all anger depleating, seeing his brother, on the verge, of dying, grasping a hold of Sam's arm, he heaved the younger man, up into his arms, Dean proceeded to cary the younger man, into the Motel, the clerk lifted an eyebrow, but said nothing, letting the two brothers depart without a word, a tendent, was going around, picking up dirty linen, seeing the ailing brothers, she decided to lend him, a hand.

"where's your key" she asked,

"pocket" the hunter answered.

With a timid blush, the Hotel tendent, reached into Dean's side pocket, taking out a small card sliding it in, she pushed the door open. "there you go" she said, going back to her dirty Linen, she walked passed them. "have a nice time you two" she said with an evil wink. The tendent hadn't noticed, the blood, on the taller man, or the way Dean stared at her.

Entering: their was a single bed, a coffee machine, a bathroom, and a mini fridge, depositing his brother, on the bed, he cut away his brother's shirt exposing, Sam's chest, and injured side, he ran a hand along, his side, Sam flinched, and Dean looked up into his brother's face. "It'll be okay Sammy, now don't go on, and leave me, okay, stay with me" said Dean in a soft voice, suddenly calmer then he had been before.

Looking around, he was able to find, the first aid kit, "at least this motel, carries supplies Sammy" he said, trying to ease, the tension, Dean dabbed some alchool, onto a cotton swob, and starting stoking away the blood, Sam hissed in pain, but soft breaths, began to calm, the angry burn.

"Dean I-

"Shh Sammy, Dean said soothingly, reaching over for the gauze, wrapping and tapping, the injury, knowing, that Sam must've been bleeding out for awhile now, panic struck hard, as he fought to concentrate he needed to get his little brother out alive, Sam had fallen silent, and for a second, dean thought, Sam was dead, that he had killed his own brother, "no, no no, thought dean, he couldn't lose Sam, not after, what he'd been through, been put through, for his little brother, the truth of the matter was, was that Dean knew no other life, other then Sam's, brotherly loved turned dark, the instant he gave into allister, and his torture, the instant he was removed from the wrack, he had longed for Sam, in a way, that was never meant to be.

the following morning, Dean, waited, until eight, to call, Bobby, he didn't know why, he was doing this, Sam could already be dead, for all that he knew, and he was dottling around, like some five year old, He didn't want to lose Sam, but he didn't want Sam,to be smitted, by some stuck up angel. Bobby's voice, rang clear, as the groggy hunter, asked a few question, Dean paused in his answers, giving the illiousion something went terribly wrong.

"Sam- no Bobby, sam's been hurt, I bandaged him, the best i could, but i think he's been bleeding out for awhile, and i don't know how long, i think he stained the Impala. I'm going to haul his ass, over to your place as soon as i can. 'yes Bobby i know" he said, hanging up the phone, turning to his little brother. "Sammy! its time to wake up, he said, with a hystaric laugh, seeing his brother unmoving sent, chills down his back. as he grabbed his brother's arm, he pulled it over his neck, hoisting Sam, up, he made his way towards the impla, not bothering to check out.

Chapter 2: Trangentic Code

Sam's Prov. (for the most part)

Light shimmered in through an open window dancing over, caressing, the skins of two bodies, that were, laying together, in a single bed. I wanted to rest more, I couldn't bare, to look at Dean, he must be so pissed off at me right now. but the way he was acting though, I thought. Trying to smother out my own thoughts, with a lumpy pillow, the pillow was warm, and comforting, the soft breathing lolled me to sleep, oh this was the life" i thought smugly, before i realized something, was odd, wait a sec, I thought, as my eyes shot open, in panic, pillows don't breathe. Peering into the face, of a younger version of my brother

I closed my eyes, "oh its just Dean," I thought, eyes closing once again,as i started to drift off, my eyes shot open for the second time, when I realized, that dean was shirtless, it didn't bother me one bit, no sir re, but honestly this guy is such a bed hog, and when did he get so tall? did i shrink, oh my god, i'm shrinking! mentally, i slapped myself, thinking logically, this is just a dream, just a, scarily vivid, realistic, dream, strong toned arms, drew me closer, hot breath, moved over the naked chest, "mmm" a masculine, voice sounded in Sam's ear, Sam stiffened, in Dean's embrace, "didn't that guy have his own bed?" I thought, My left eye started to twich, under a closed eye lid." I mean come on, can't a guy get some personal space, this is so un Dean like, i thought, thinking my brother was possessed, maybe snuggles the bear finely got to him.

A low husky voice grumbled in my ears, sending shivers through my body, Sam's eyes shot open, for the third and final time, this was ridiculious, was Dean drunk, possessed, he sure was acting like it, "Christo" i murmured, under my breath. nothing, he was human, Oh great, that just what i needed, maybe i was the one, who had been drinking, i couldn't remember. lets see, what do i recall, oh yes, Dean dying, Dean coming back, having sex with ruby, Dean finding out, that i had powers, promising not to use my powers, winding up breaking said promise, sucidal thoughts, the siren, the truth, the pain, the hurt, the loneliness, Ruby was the one who picked me up, brushed me off, and comforted me, when Dean was gone, what was Dean expecting anyway, I couldn't be, the Sam, he knew, i had lost that Sam, a long time ago.

Where, was everyone, i know now, this isn't Dean, this isn't my brother, or whatever, came back in his place, "Hey Sammy, the husky voice, whispeared, soft warm lips, brushed tenderly against my cheek, "good morning" stunned, I placed, my hand, on the spot he claimed.

"Sam what's the matter, you look like you a had a bad dream, are you alright?" he asked.

"that's a good question, i answered, him, finding my voice.

"Who are you? And what have you done with Dean? I demanded,

and another thing, why the hell do you look like him!

Dean lifted an eyebrow, looking at Sam worridly, "who am I- I can't beleive you don't remember, Seriously dude, are you feeling alright.

"just humor me" i remarked, not liking, the smug look on his face, "fine then, i guess your really don't remember, well, you did, take a mighty fall, I'm not surprised" he said.

As for who i am, I am the same as you, with only minor diffrences, i'm an X-5, code bar, xxx494xxx, Alec MCdowell, you are, an X-5 as well, I rescued, you from the lab, they were exploting you, Ben and Max, lead the first assault, on Metaicore, destroying half the labs, or so i was told, Max and I assulated, in the second coming, of attacks, that's when i found you, we rescued you, over two years ago, but even then, you had memory issues, maybe, your having an episode.

"AN episode?" i thought, great this guy, thinks i escaped from the loony bin, or he's a causal joker, like my brother,

"okay, lets say i beleive you, then can you tell me where i am?"

"Location, New Jersey, apartment, building C, room number 666, another words, your home Kiddo " replied, the shifter in Dean's skin, i mean Alec.

It was hard to get my head around, and i knew this guy was lying, the only home, that i had ever known, was the Impala, driving around, kicking ass, and taking names, fighting side by side, with my brother, i had always had his back, and now, i'm not so sure.

I'm not a kid" I said. swining my legs over the bed, I don't remember any of this, and i'm not so sure i want to" i admitted, looking into his face, I missed him, not this guy, but Dean, my actual brother, the one, who practically raised me, since i was six months old. Alec lifted an eyebrow, his arm, was still wrapped around my waist, providing a strange comfort. "i think we should inform, Maxie about this. Said Alec, releasing Sam, Sam looked confused, and disapointed, though he didn't know why, getting up, Alec pulled on his deniem jeans, and open shirt leaving his lettermen Jacket draped over a chair, Sam was silent, as a thousand frantic, thoughts assualted him. the last one being, "oh god, oh god, oh god, no! this day couldn't get any worse.

Who's Max" i was able to finely ask, after a moment of awkward silence, "She was my disginated mate, until, she found, someone new, but then again, i can't complain, after all, after that little set back, i brushed it off, moved on with life, and met you, never looked back, after that, he said, disappearing into an open office, closing the door silently he dialed Max's number the phone rang twice before Max answered."what do you want Alec?' she said, he could practically hear the eye roll, all the way from here. 'Max you've got to come over, Sam, woke up, and he doesn't even recognize me, i mean I'm good looking and everything, and- before he could finish his thought Max cut him off, "let me guess Max intervened, it hit you were it hurt most, your inflamed ego" come on Max, I'm real worried I'm afraid, something's wrong with Sam, not only does he not remember me but he keeps calling me Dean, or a shifter who is this Dean guy? anyways," 494 asked, feeling a tad bit jealeous, but that isn't even the half of it, come over Maxie, I hate to admit it, to a bitch like you, but I need your help!, Alec painfully admitted,

"just for that, name calling, I'm docking your pay at the Pony Jam. Max growled into the phone. She could practically hear the victorious grin, that Alec was wearing, "go check on him you idgit" she said, ending their conversation.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Sam, was trying to find, the ingredients, trying to keep his mind, off the predicament he found himself in, he was cracking eggs, beating the batter, and making pancakes, the smell waffled though their little apartment. He thought about ruby, more then once, he tried, to call her, their was a call list on his phone, it ranged, from Max, to Logan, from Alec, to Josh, no Dean, no Ruby, and no Bobby, he was stuck. with a sigh of disappointment, he let his resolve fall, he was enjoying making breakfast, cooking for someone who wasn't actually mad at him, it felt good, to know, that someone was looking after him, even though, he felt far, from alright, he sighed as a tear fell into the batter, he missed his brother, if he could go back, he would change things, dump Ruby, as soon as she got into the car, but the hollow empty feeling was slowly dissolving, as Alec wrapped his arms around Sam from behind, startled, Sam gave a slight, jump while in his arms. "don't do that" Sam warned shaking the spatula at him. Alec laughed licking the spatula with his tongue, Sam stared at the strange man, standing before him. "what?' grinned the transgenic, taking advantage, to his mate's irrelevant surprise, he clamped his mouth firmly onto his, Sam resisted at first, banging his fist against Alec's chest. a laugh, penetrated the kiss, "now that's what I'm talking about grinned Alec, brushing a strand of mahogany hair, from his lover's eyes, and tucking it behind his ear. "and you say, I'm the one that's bad" Sam said disbelievingly .

"Did i say that" Alec gave him a mischievous, grin, before pulling Sam away from the kitchen, Sam, hated to relinquish his only weapon, but was afraid, it would be eaten, by, this man, who obviously couldn't take no for an answer. "where are you leading me?' he asked. "I have a book i want to show you, their all pictures, of us, and of our family Sam, a new family thought Sam, excitement in his voice, Alec loved to hear Sam laugh, the sound of joy was always welcomed, escpically if it came out of his mouth. flipping through the pictures, Alec began to introduce, himself, hoping, something would trigger a memory, this is Max, she, is a pain in the rear if you ask me, but she's always their, as i said before she and I were, the ones who rescued you from Dr. White, about, a month to a year agp, give or take, Alec shrugged, you were so out of it, the look of pain on your face, was unbearable, I was in a bad mood, cause the whole disignated mate thing, didn't go as planned, and then you needed me, Max said she was busy, and that, i was the only, one left, you were the one who ended up finding me. isn't that something, he flipped to another page, this, this is my evil twin brother, Ben, who i might add is no longer, in the realm of the living. "is he a demon?" Sam asked, cocking his head, they looked identical, it was hard to tell them apart, they both had similar attributes, to Dean. I had to take him out, explained Alec, it was the only way, no questions asked, no emotions felt, just cold blooded murder. Sam shivered, not liking where this topic of conversation was going, Alec turned the page, Josh, the dog-man,

who is he? i asked, " He is a gentle creature Sam, you'll meet him someday, I'm sure, but for now, we will work on getting your memories back. Sam nodded, thinking goodbye Sam Winchester, and Hello to Sam McDowell.

The door bell rang interrupting them, "finely, you'll get to meet, Maxie, don't be afraid, she only likes to bark at me, she might just take a nibble out of you" though he teased,, their was pounding on the door followed by a woman's voice. "Alec open this door, before i kick it down Came Max's call. "I; 'm com' in I'm com' in keep your panties on, or oh wait, let me have them,"

, Sam just looked on, he really didn't get this guy, and frankly he didn't want to. but before he could make his escape, back into the safetly of the kitchen, Alec grabbed his arm, wrapping it around his waist "I was only playing, Sammy, she's not my type, anyway, Logan's also coming over, he should be with her. now I'm going to open, the door, Sam just nodded, Alec hadn't let go of his waist and if Max, was an officer of the law he was going to file, his name under the lost and found. Dean was sure to find it there, that is if he wasn't still angry at him, for lying so much.