OK, so this series was something I put together about two years ago, it's a cross between Dark Angel, Supernatural and BuffytVS. One thing to note, in my head there was no bomb in the DA world that regressed the technology, just an unnecessary bit of their cannon I felt the urge to purge. Series is set post series finale on Buffy, post YED death on SPN pre Castiel, and post finale on DA. Confused much? I hope not I really do love the dynamics in this story so give it a shot. I own nothing and mean no harm. Please review!

"You do know that he can probably hear us?"

The walls of their shabby hotel room were paper thin. Even without the Transgenic hearing the occupant would have been able to clearly understand what had transpired.

"I know."

A pissed off Dean Winchester was volatile, loud and never a good thing. Buffy had learned early on that he would calm in time, in his own way. Ways that usually included alcohol. Or violence. Or some combination of both.

Sam, who should really have known better by now, did not seem ready to let it go.

"Calm down Dean."

Wincing Buffy met Willow's eyes and sent what she hoped was a reassuring look. Her friend was hovering nervously by the bathroom door; uncomfortable and unused to the strange Winchester family dynamic.

"Don't tell me to calm down Sam!"

Uh, oh; when his voice reached that decibel it was never, ever good. Time had come to stage an intervention.

"Willow, why don't you and Sam try to find us some dinner?"

Relieved to be given a task, one out of the room, Willow nearly flew from the room; dragging a reluctant Sam after her.

He meant well, Buffy knew that, but Sam was pushing when he should have been easing away.

Courtesy of the mentioned thin walls she heard the knock, muffled voices, and subsequent slamming of the door next door.

Good. Silently thanking Willow, she knew taking Alec with them was a good thing.

Every indication pointed towards anger. The pacing, the clenched jaw, but she knew him, saw what wasn't so very obvious; the pain. His eyes were not bright with anger; they were dark, guarded. His neck had angled slightly to the left, contemplating. Her boy was hurting.

Patiently, she had taken the art of patience to a new level since meeting Dean Winchester; she waited for him to break.

Silence, so not his thing, and eventually he would find the words, in his own sweet time. Until then she would sit, lean, against this dresser and wait.

"Un-fucking believable."

Well she certainly hadn't had to wait long. Biting her tongue, she knew he was just getting started.

"They fucking made him. They took, stole, from my Mother, people she trusted, violated her. Then they made him."

It was vile, so vile what had happened. Routine examinations on the pregnant wives of servicemen had yielded the first wave of Manticore's army.

"Bastards."

Dean's anger and disgust were wholly and completely justifiable. As a woman she shuddered at the thought of someone taking something so precious away from her.

"Goddamn clone."

Oh, but there it was. The biggest source of her worries; worried that he wouldn't work it out in time. Whatever Manticore had done and they had done so many horrible, horrible things; it wasn't Alec's fault.

In time Dean would know that, she had no doubt in her boy, but he had a vicious tongue when he was on the defensive, and lashing out now may ruin something that hadn't begun.

"Made a fucking brother out of me."

Her eyes widened. How could she have missed that? The odds were astronomical. Someone up there had a sick sense of humor and the insanity of it all was catching up with her. She felt it rising in her chest, felt her face reacting and she raised her hand to cover her mouth.

"What?"

Busted. Shit. The hazel eyes were razor sharp and turned towards her; stupid emotions, dragging up the humor at the worst possible time in the world.

"God. Dean. Its nothing."

Too late, he was already advancing on her.

"Is that a smile? You found something funny?"

The smile was slick; the voice charming; harmless and adorable, yeah, right. About as harmless as a rattler coiled to strike. She had to be very, very careful right now. Oh, but it was tricky. Standing so close, their legs nearly touching, she got that oh so familiar rush of hormones she got when he was close and looking at her just like that.

Focus, think, this was important. Honesty, yes, honesty was good. And no fear, she could never show that. No patronizing. She could do this. Throw it at him from left field and maybe she could salvage something.

"The odds Dean. Think of the odds."

Confused was good. Better than angry. She placed a careful hand on his arm, the worn leather as familiar to her touch as certain parts of her own skin.

"Siblings. Younger. Made from us."

Staccato short; he needed time to absorb. It was no bother, simply sitting there; watching the words sink in; the emotions play out over his face, in his eyes.

The connection broke, his eyes closed, shutting her out; tensing, her other hand coming up to rest on his other arm.

If he pulled away, she would pull him back.

"Ain't that a bitch?"

Relief, sweet, pure relief; every muscle in her body eased when his eyes opened and looked, really looked at her.

"We really were meant to be together huh?"

She smirked. A perfect replica of the one he sent her so very often.

"Told you so."

He rolled his eyes, but arms still came up to wrap around her. Snuggling into his chest, she smiled; she would never get tired of throwing that particular fact in his face.

Fate, destiny, love, she had known it, quicker than he had and she would never let him live it down.

"Another little brother. Sammy's gonna love that."

Laughing, arms slipping around his waist, she hugged him close, eyes looking up to meet his.

The line of tension had eased. The anger had dissipated. It was wrong; it was so fucking wrong, all of it. That hadn't changed but he was pulling through she saw it and was very proud of him; loved him all the more for it.

"That's just what the world needs. Another Winchester."

He smirked, thanking God for small favors, Buffy kissed his chin. He would be OK and she would be right here to make sure of it.