Chapter 2

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

"You know, I know you know. And I know you know I know you know." Alec grunted, just for the sake of pissing the man off.

The man glared at him from where he was tying the other patrons' hands together, grunted.

Alec sighed, "Listen, Denzel Washington, I need to blaze. I have an appointment with my leader who wants to take over the world."

Baldy growled, and the X5 could almost see the vein bulging on his forehead. So, of course, he took that as a sign to continue.

"You know, I have some puppies to kick, children to lie to, you know, tell them Santa isn't real." Alec glanced at the child cowering next to his mother, "He is, don't worry."

Finally having enough, Denzel the look-alike stood up and grabbed his gun, walking over to the mouthy transgenic. Using the gun to lift the kid's chin up, he leaned in close, real close, like the ew I can smell your lunch from yesterday close, and muttered, "Shut the hell up before I shoot someone. I don't care about your plans, I'm here for a reason."

Alec coughed a little, "And what's that?"

Baldy smiled, "To get rid of scum like you."

The man stood up and walked away into the back room, and when he came out Alec knew exactly what was going to happen. He walked straight up to him, and taped his mouth shut.

Not before the word 'jackass' made it out of his mouth, resulting in a whack from his pistol.

xxx

"Where the hell is that kid?" John muttered under his breath, sitting up. The bright red numbers on the alarm clock read 5:34, effectively waking him up. The pharmacy was a block away, which certainly shouldn't have resulted in the long wait. "Dean!"

It was almost comical in the way that his kid sat up, losing his balance and falling off the bed. Faintly, he heard a muffled, "Yeah, dad?"

"Where's your Alec at?" The older man smirked, at the indignant response from his eldest.

"He's not my Alec! And the both of us know how much you like the kid. Anyways, how am I supposed to know?" As soon as the words left his mouth, the phone rang. Dean reached across the bed to the end table and grabbed the annoying device and held it up to his ear.

"Alec? Where the hell are you?"

xxx

Being yanked up off the floor, a grunt left Alec's mouth. Muffled complaints came from the transgenic through his rough handling to the back room. Not before he sent a reassuring look towards the other people tied up.

His back hit the door of the closet room with a thump, the tape ripped off immediately. "Listen you cretin, my brother will kick your-" Baldy put a gigantic hand on his mouth, effectively silencing him.

"Any brother of yours deserves an ass-kicking almost as much as you do." He growled in a deep voice. "My partner's on his way, and he don't take crap as well as I do. If he were here, he'd knock you into next Thursday."

Alec squinted at the guy, muttered something under his breath and bit the guy's hand.

"Motherfu-"

"Hey! There are children in there." Alec sniped.

Baldy sent a fist into his abdomen, the breath whooshing out of the kid. "Listen here-"

"Oy Lester, don't leave me hanging out here with the hostages."

'Lester' yanked Alec up off the floor where he slid down, and pulled him into the chair that sat there. "Give me a minute."

The X5 sighed in relief at the stupidity of the guy and quickly slid the ropes off. The guy was a complete idiot for leaving him alone. He quickly reached into his pocket and called his most recent number.

"Alec? Where the hell are you?"

"Dean," Alec whispered, "I need a little help. Gas station."

Quickly, hearing footsteps, he put the phone back in his pocket. The angry "Hey! The hell were you doing?" came from a different guy. One that had hair.

The X5 snorted at the guy, the hair slicked down looking like a greaser from the Outsiders. Which, of course, only made him angrier. Of all the days to choose to piss everyone off.

"Just talking to myself, Dallas."

The heated glare he got would melt lesser men. Good thing he was resistant to dicks, unless Lydecker counted as a dick. He seemed a bit more..up there.

The chair he sat on was quite uncomfortable, which he emphasized as he shifted to regain feeling in his ass.

Raising his eyebrows, the greasy man in front of him put a hand on each of the arms and leaned forward, coming nose to nose with the kid. "Don't. Make. Me. Mad."

Alec glared back, "Look, I know that your little friend in there just robbed the place because of me. I may be an ignorant asshole, but I'm not stupid. So why don't you just let them go and have at it."

The man cocked his head and smirked at him, "You really think I'd let them go after seeing me, seeing Lester. Now that we have you, I have leverage."

The transgenic leaned even closer to the guy, "What makes you think you have me?"

His eyes widened and he took a step back just before Alec stood up and punched him in the face. Except he didn't. It was blocked.

Another punch was sent, his hand being caught by the now-recognized Familiar. It was used to turn Alec around and grip his other wrist. His phone was ripped out of his back pocket and shattered under the force of the grip the man had on it. Which was the same force he had on Alec's wrists.

Alec gritted his teeth together as his bones grinded and cracked. A loud thump from the room next to them was heard, as well as several terrified yelps from hostages. The hands on his wrists tightened, drawing in a sharp breath as he was dragged to the thumping room.

The fight occuring in the room wasn't huge. It wasn't small either. There were fists flying - from the other two familiars that seemed to have popped up and from the lean form of Dean and muscular form of John. As soon as the closet door shut, however, the fighting stopped.

John and Dean regrouped together, prepared to fight again before they realized the people who just entered the room.

John's face had a few scratches on it, the only bad noticeable injury his wrist, which was swollen and bruised, only shown from his rolled up sleeves. Dean's face had bruises on his cheekbone and jaw, the noticeable injury from him was his ribs, which were protected by his arm curled around his torso.

The second they got a look at Alec and his split lip, bruised face, and current predicament, they got angry. And when Winchesters get angry, even sick they are a danger to anyone and everyone.

Alec was worried, he was sorry to admit. Angry Winchesters against smug Familiars, he wasn't sure who would win. What made him more worried was the fact that the gun pressed against his lower back wouldn't let him join the fight, and probably would stop the Winchesters' fight once and for all.

He was led to the middle of the room and forced to his knees, hands still not released. The gun was moved up to his head and he had a second to curse his stupid luck before a gunshot went off.

Just not the gun pointed at his head.

Everyone in the room flinched, except for the familiars of course, who just looked faintly surprised. At the door was a man. A scary man. A man who Alec had just sworn was worse than a dick.

Lydecker.

That bullet went right through the greaser's head, killing him. No super freakishly fast healing could save him from that.

I have to admit, I'm a huge jerk. It's been months without a word or update from me, but I didn't die. I'm fine and I'm so sorry. I have been procrastinating this story for a while, and I could blame this on school but I can't honestly do that. I have not lost inspiration for this story, but I haven't gotten around to finishing it(still isn't finished though) and I will. I will not be a complete jackass for abandoning you guys and I will finish this story.