It Runs In The Family
Author: Cheryl W.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or any rights to Dark Angel or Supernatural, nor am I making any profit from this story.
Summary: Crossover with Dark Angel and Supernatural –AU. Dean, Sam and Alec's continuing adventures. No slash.
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Chapter 3
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The flashlight was a weak guide through the forest blanketed in the darkness of the midnight hours, leaving Dean blinded on all sides except straight ahead. At first, he didn't let the minor inconvenience of not seeing what was in his path slow down his jog. But after tripping over underbrush and downed trees five times, the last causing him to end up sprawled out on the ground, he punched the forest floor in frustration before he got to his feet. Ordering himself to calm down, telling himself that it would do Sam no good if he broke his leg, he gripped the flashlight tighter and forced himself to walk, to not let fear override common sense, to not let his guard down when it needed to be at its highest, not just to protect himself but to ensure that he found whatever mojo the creature still had over Sam and sever the ties.
But caution made the going painfully slow. And the compass checks, though necessary to keep himself headed in the right direction, were tedious. His father had taught him old school procedures and he would stack that knowledge over a geek with a GPS anytime. But a satellite phone? That was one technological wonder he wished he had right then. Wanted to be able to call Alec, to know if Sam was any better. But old school was old school. There was nothing he could do but hurry up and find whatever ties that dino still had on Sam and then wait to talk to Alec until he was out of the forest, could get cell reception again.
So maybe old school sucked.
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It felt like a Saturday morning when he was a kid. When he wasn't yanked from sleep but awareness was allowed to wash over him with its small overtones: rustling in the motel room, the clanking of dishes, sometimes the ramble of the familiar, loved voices of his father and Dean.
Now, on the brink of consciousness, the words took some time to understand but Sam didn't have any trouble identifying the baritone of his brother's voice. It was too hardwired into his world, was practically more familiar to him than his own voice, was certainly more treasured.
He reacted to Dean's voice. Well, he thought he had reacted to it anyway, had wanted to. But when his brother called out "Sammy" in that tone of fear and need, implored, "Time to wake up, Dude" he knew that whatever signals he was sending his body were short circuiting, weren't breaching the surface. It left him with nothing to do but listen to the voices around him, talking about him.
Dean's "Take care of Sam" flared warning bells in his head because he knew what it was heralding: Dean leaving. And regardless of what Dean thought, he was rarely ok with that, especially when he knew his brother was probably going to go off and do something reckless.
Alec's "What?! Wait! Where are you going Dean?" sent relief spiraling in him because, though his little brother's voice was tinged with surprise and alarm, there was no inflection of pain. Sam prayed that meant Alec had not suffered an injury from his fall or any wounds from the creature.
Relegated to eavesdropper, he heard Dean and Alec's conversation, knew that it made logical sense that something was keeping him under, in a paralysis. However, that didn't mean he liked the idea of Dean tramping back into the woods, alone. Apparently neither did Alec. And Alec's suggestion that he go in Dean's place?! No surprise that it was summarily shut down. Silently, because it was the only way he could presently vote, Sam sided with Dean. Knew that Dean would know what he was looking for, knew what could still hold some of the creature's mojo. And Dean's directional abilities? They were unmatched, even by their father's.
All that logic? It didn't stop Sam from wanting desperately to snap out of it, to do something, to say something to stop Dean from leaving, from venturing back into the woods. His mind was already conjuring up images of Dean facing off with a second dinosaur creature, but alone this time. Or Dean getting infected with the some toxin coursing through his own body at the moment and no backup there to find him, to get him back to the relative comfort of a motel. Not to mention the dangers associated with nature itself that his brother always scoffed at. As if nature wasn't worth his fear if it didn't have the pedigree to go the extra mile and be super.
In his world consisting of sound alone, the click of a door shutting was loud to him, final. Though he tried not to make it into something psychological, to associate it with the too many times that he had been separated from his brother, wondering if they would see each other again, he felt panic slice through him. That coupled with the possibilities of his own fate: namely being in a coma, being permanently paralyzed, dying, it made him wonder if he could hyperventilate in his condition. Was thinking he was about to seriously test that threshold when Alec spoke, his voice drawing near. The sound of his youngest brother's voice, it wielded the power to calm him down, to anchor him, to give him the leverage to stifle his fears.
"Well, that leaves us sitting back in the motel room sitting on our hands."
Internally Sam smirked, knew that Alec felt like he did about Dean's venturing out alone.
After a beat of silence Alec said, "You know, we could get him back right now if you wake up," and he could hear the worry in his brother's tone, the overwhelming desire to stop Dean from leaving.
And Sam tried, crap, he tried to move, to open his eyes, to offer up a protest, even a groan. But he failed spectacularly. Alec, though, didn't curse his unresponsiveness, instead his brother's voice turned apologetic and gentle. And when Alec slipped into storytime, Sam knew that, that whatever was going on with him, however afraid he was for himself, for Dean, Alec was there, wasn't going anywhere, had his back, would have Dean's too if the need arose.
Sam would have left out a trembling laugh of relief if such things weren't beyond him right then. 'Thank you Alec for sticking with us, for not going back to TC. Because no matter how badly they need you, Dean and I, we need you with us more.'
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Dean found the sounds of the forest annoyingly loud. Every crunch of branch under foot, every rustle of the leaves, even the hoot of the owl who seemed to be keeping pace with him, it all grated on his last nerve, making him miss the eerie quiet that had permeated the forest earlier, before he had taken down the alpha in the predator chain. Course he also missed the weak rays of sunlight to let him see and, oh yeah, his brothers' presence.
Realized starkly how accustomed he had come to having them with him, at being able to turn to his side and see one of them. This tonight, going it alone, it reminded him of his solo hunts, of the pit in his stomach he always had knowing that, no one had his back, that if he went down, no one would be there to defend him until he could stand again, that if the worse happened, more than likely no one would even know where to find his body. Man, he didn't miss those days. Not once. Wasn't going to go back to that, not ever. Sam was going to be fine, he would make sure of it. And Alec, he didn't seem inclined to bail on him. No, this wasn't like hunting alone because he had people waiting on him, counting on him to come back. And knowing his brothers, they even expected him to come back unscathed.
Determinedly picking up his pace, he knew that he had to be close to where he had picked up dino's trail earlier, before gunshots had sent him running for his brothers' sides. His instincts, like before were telling that dino's lair was close. And somewhere in that lair he hoped to find and destroy whatever was keeping the creature's influence on Sam functioning. Whether it was DNA remains or maybe a severed limb because, who knew, the thing might be like a salamander, might have the ability to regenerate limbs. Though, that thought? Gross on so many levels. But whatever it was, he would torch it. And if dino had a mate waiting at home for its return…it would be joining its lover in the hereafter.
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Though his voice was getting hoarse, Alec refused to stop talking, to let Sam believe that he was alone, even for a moment. Didn't want Sam to think that he was just going to sit there and let him linger in limbo, that he wasn't going to pull him back or annoy him back to his side. And, though he knew from personal experience that there was no cell reception in the forest they had trudged through earlier in the day, it didn't make him look any less longingly at his cell phone on the stand by the bed, wishing that Dean would call and tell him that he was Ok, that he had made it back to the Impala at least. Though he had heard that no news was supposed to be good news, he wasn't buying it, especially with Sam unresponsive and hovering on the precipice of a temperature of 103 and Dean out there in the woods, alone. So in his opinion, no news sucked.
Shoving his worry into an internal lockbox, he continued the tale he was regaling Sam with, "It's not like I had seen the other Star Wars movies so the footage was just a payday for me. In hindsight, I should have peeked at it, seen what the hype was about." Having slipped his hand in Sam's hand awhile ago and having intermittingly given Sam's hand a squeeze, he repeated that gesture now. Nearly jumped when his hand was weakly squeezed back. "Sam?!" he urgently beckoned, gripping tighter to his brother's hand, face leaning closer to Sam's. "Wake up, big brother. I'm running out of amusing, non-incriminating tales here……" he breathlessly bade.
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At his success, no matter how little a success it was, had Sam celebrating. He wasn't paralyzed, wasn't dying because he had actually felt Alec's hand slip into his. Had instinctively squeezed the grip back. And, unlike the million times before, this time his muscles actually deemed to obey him.
Instantly he began to dust off the do list that he had drawn up in his head:
One: Move ( Check!)
Two: Open his eyes (Ok that wasn't happening instantly but he was wading through the mental roadblocks, was determined to have some blinking action happen real soon)
Three: Make sure that Alec was unhurt with his own eyes (Complete number two above before proceeding to this item)
Four: Get Dean back home (Which was easier accomplished if the below number five was feasible)
Five: Talk. (Basically croak out his brother's name, tell Alec that he had had enough time to figure things out, to know that his enforced rest was most likely due to science rather than due to their usual fantasy reasons. That the creature probably had a neurotoxin in its skin that affected him and was now wearing off, that Dean's scavenger hunt was an unnecessary risk.)
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Trying to not feel disappointed that Sam's didn't climb immediately to consciousness, Alec gripped Sam's hand tighter, was more than willing to go all girlie if it got Sam back with him. Knew that, for all of Dean's grumblings, he didn't hesitate to touch his little brothers if he sensed they needed that from him. Because of course, it would never be because Dean needed to initiate the physical connection…no never.
But Alec was not in denial of his needs, knew that his grip on Sam's hand, the hand he rested over Sam's heart, it had as much to do with his needs as with Sam's. "Easy, Sam. Take your time, much as you need, I'll be here," he soothingly offered even as he knew he didn't want Sam to dilly dally, had had enough of still, silent Sam. "Course Dean, he's not as patient as I am. When he blows through that door you better be sitting up, wearing your 'I'm fine where have you been' look. Me wearing that look ticks him off but you wearing it he takes it in stride. Guess that's because he's seen it so often, doesn't even bother fighting against it anymore. Ok, I'm rambling…"
"'kay," Sam breathed, eyes finally fluttering open, was rewarded with the sight of Alec sitting on his bed at his side.
Exhaling in relief and knowing that a smile was spreading across his face, Alec endearingly said, "Sam." Felt the worry that Sam would be confused, would think he was Dean, would ask for Dean and be panicked if his brother wasn't there fading at the look in Sam's eyes as they met his, as he instantly recognized him, seemed glad to see him.
"Alec.." Sam slurred, gripping tighter to the hand in his own, eyes glued to his little brother's face. "You …alright?" he managed to force out between the uncoordinated workings of his tongue because, though Alec didn't appear hurt, there was dark smudges under his eyes and a worry emanating off of him.
Warmth and relief surged through Alec at Sam's concern for him. Felt chagrined under Sam's affectionate gaze that he had thought, for even a moment, that his brother would belittle him or Dean by confusing the two of them, no matter the state that he was in. "Yeah, Sam. I'm fine, thanks to you," he reassured, finding his voice. "The real question is, how are you? You've been playing sleeping beauty all night."
"Toxins are…wearing off," Sam replied, swallowing, cursing the dryness in his throat.
Retrieving a water glass off the nightstand, Alec gently slid his hand under Sam's head and lifted it just high enough so Sam could take a sip from the glass he held without fear of choking.
To Sam, it felt like he had traversed a desert, hadn't the luxury of water for days instead of mere hours. Almost groaned in protest when Alec pulled the glass back, managed to weakly raise his hand as if to take the waterglass himself but Alec was sitting it down.
"Toxins?" Alec repeated, gently resettling Sam's head on the pillow and placing the glass back onto the night stand, eyes doing a hit and run with his still silent cell phone.
Finding that the water had not only lubricated his vocal cords but seemed to help in breaking down the sluggishness he felt, Sam focused on Alec more clearly. "Thing must have had ….neurotoxins… in its system, like a …"
"Rough skinned newt?" Alec supplied readily, like a lightbulb was coming on over his head.
Sam's brow creased as he replied, "I was going to say …a wasp but Ok…" wondering in that moment if Alec wouldn't soon replace him as resident geekboy.
At Sam's obvious surprise at his knowledge, Alec smirked, "One of my Manticore comrades has some…let's say interesting abilities after getting some of the newt's DNA." At Sam's raised eyebrow of interest, he added on, "Let's just say you don't want to high five him …" as he got up, crossed over to the first aid kit lying on the room's unused bed. "I think we have an antivenom in here that we can dilute and use to get rid of the effects of the toxin."
Able to turn his head and track Alec, Sam was a little frustrated his brother didn't realized that there was a more pressing matter to be worried about than his slow motor skills. "Tell Dean to come back."
Though he had pegged it right that Sam's thoughts wouldn't stray long before settling on Dean, Alec's head still swung to Sam in surprise, "How did you know…."
"Hearing came back first," Sam answered even before Alec could form the words of his question. "Get him back here…"
Recognizing Sam's distress, Alec turned to face his brother. "Dean killed dino…"
"Dino?"
"The dinosaur…the creature. The only thing Dean's in danger of out there is getting lost and we both know that he could use a lesson in humility," Alec smirked, didn't want his own misgivings about Dean's venture in the woods to be visible to Sam.
Sam knew that he should be feeling relief, knowing that the creature was dead but something wasn't sitting right with him, never did when Dean was somewhere potentially dangerous without him. Putting his trembling hands on the mattress, he shifted upright, hated that black spot peppered his vision, was secretly glad strong hands wrapped around his arms and kept him upright. Head bowing against Alec's shoulder, he closed his eyes, breathed, "Dean won't come back until he thinks he's broken whatever hold the creature has over me."
And Alec couldn't refute that, knew it was the truth. Dean would stay out there days, months if he had to, searching. Not knowing that Sam was alright, didn't need him hiking through the woods anymore, needed him, instead, back at his side. "I can't reach him by phone," he announced, wasn't sure of his next plan of action because leaving Sam this vulnerable wasn't high on his to do list. But letting Dean stay out in the woods with his worry for Sam maybe making him careless, that wasn't his favorite option either.
In resolve, Sam raised his head, met his brother's gaze head on. "Then we have to go get him."
Knowing that arguing the "we" was pointless, Alec reassured, "Sam, Dean's used to being in the woods at night. It's kind of your SOP, right? Like Dean says, the freaks come out at night," he smirked, hoping to lessen the fear in Sam's eyes.
"He's alone, Alec," Sam pointed out, like that was more than proof enough. And it was. Neither one wanting to point out how many bad things could happen at night, or in a dark forest, or when Dean was alone.
"Alright, I'll give you the antivenom and then I'll go get Dean," Alec stated, starting to ease Sam back onto the bed but his brother's hands found the strength to latch onto his shirt.
"We'll go get Dean," Sam corrected, forcing his hands to tighten on Alec's shirt, to ensure that his brother didn't leave him behind, like Dean had already.
"Sam you can barely move!" Alec shot back because, though he understood Sam's feelings, common sense had to come into play too.
"Alec, you're my brother but I'll go right through you if I have to," Sam growled, unable to contemplate staying behind while another one of his brothers walked out the door, maybe put himself in danger because of him. And besides, Dean had been right all along: being alone stank.
"Go through me?" Alec scoffed, feeling foolish that he had thought that logic would ever enter the equation when it came to his family. "More like you're going to have to follow my lead," and Sam's weak smile, it beat the heck out of rationality, every time.
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He smelled it before he saw anything. Knew that nothing alive could possible smell that puke-inducingly bad. Slipping the crossbow off his shoulder, Dean strung up an arrow but didn't light it, not yet. Though the flashlight's ability to barely diminish the inky darkness of the forest made the idea of a burning arrow seem like sound thinking, he wasn't quite ready to send out a beacon on his position.
Trying to balance the crossbow one handedly while shining the flashlight ahead, he took a deep breath and followed the pungent smells of carcasses. Breaking through the thicket of forest, he could see the strewn remains of, what he hoped was just animal, on the ground. Tightening his grip on the cross bow and sliding his other hand underneath to steady it, he stepped out of the cover of the forest into the clearing and advanced toward the overhang of a rockface. Was prepared to go another round of Robin Hood with one of The Land of the Lost's creatures…but not for two bears, probably weighting in at around three hundred pounds each, and their brood of cubs, feasting off of dino's leftovers of animal carcasses. If the closest Momma bear's ferocious growl and her lumbering forward was any indication, his intrusion wasn't being met with enthusiasm.
And in that moment, he remembered Sam lecturing him on bear safety before they headed into the forest at Lost Creek, Colorado. Because, Sam might have seemed all about finding their father, but he was also about making sure his big brother didn't become an item on a bear buffet. Had even joked that the rules for not inciting a bear to attack were simple enough for even him to follow:
Don't surprise a bear at close range
Don't interrupt them when they are eating
And never, ever get near them when they have young with them.
'Crap. Crap! CRAP!' Dean thought as he took a step backwards as the bear gained distance on him and the other momma bear started forward. Knowing that running away wasn't an option, climbing a tree was out and, even if he was game to take out the one bear, the second momma bear would be upon him before he could sight another arrow. 'Guess the rules weren't simple enough for me, Sammy.'
Quickly dropping his flashlight, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his lighter and ignited the oil doused arrow. Watched over the flame as the bear hesitated but could see in his peripheral vision that the second bear had finally decided he was a threat worthy of her interest and was drawing closer. He took a step back, contemplated trying to kill the closest bear and getting another arrow in place before the second bear was on him, railed at himself for not tucking his gun in his waist instead of his backpack. Had forgotten that there were other things to be afraid of than just the supernatural.
Running plan Bs through his head, he resolved that he wasn't going to lay down in a fetal position, wasn't going out like a momma's boy. Raising his arms above his head, he began to yell the top of his lungs. "Screw you bears!! I get that you're trying to protect your family. Well so am I! I'm not leaving! You hear me!! I'm not leaving until I get what I came for…whatever that is! So you can do all the growling and swiping at me you want to but I'm not leaving!"
Even as the second bear kept coming, let out a roar, he held his position, wasn't leaving, not when it was a good chance that whatever he needed to help Sam was right there. He just wasn't going to back down. Couldn't. Not when Sam's life was in the balance. For his family, he had faced off with things way worse than some hairy mothers wanting to make him a snack for their kids.
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At the sound of Dean's raised voice echoing through the woods, Alec was conflicted between feeling panic and relief. Didn't waste time wondering which should prevail as he ran toward his brother with all the speed Manticore had graced him with.
Whatever scene Alec had thought he would come upon, it wasn't this one: Dean, hands in the air, yelling, having a standoff with two growling, roaring bears that were less than two yards away from him. Instincts kick in first, before common sense, before training, Alec ran forward, got between Dean and the two bears. Was raising his gun when Dean gripped his arm from behind.
"No!" Dean ordered, pulling Alec's gun down even as he tried to pull Alec back away from the bears. But his brother's stance wasn't budging. It almost rankled that Alec was using his strength against him, would have if he didn't know that Alec was doing it for him.
"Why not!?" Alec demanded, pulling his arm from Dean's grasp and resighting on the predators who had the nerve to think his brother was their prey.
"They aren't evil," Dean snapped, his many moral debates with Sam coming back full force.
"What?" Alec incredulously sputtered, gave the second bear that was gaining ground a dark warning, glare. Knew that this was no time for a debate, knew just as well that he really didn't want to defy Dean, not if he didn't have to.
"We kill what's evil," Dean explained, was going to set up to be even with Alec, wanted the risk to be even but Alec's arm shot out, fisted in his jacket, held him back.
"Maybe you didn't notice but they're eyeing you up like you're a midnight snack, Dean!" Alec thundered, calculated which best to take down first. But the tone of Dean's reply made the calculations moot.
"Don't kill them, Alec. Please," Dean implored, knew that he couldn't get past Alec, wouldn't be able to again throw off Alec's aim, that all he had to sway his brother's mind was his words.
But his words were enough for Alec. Though that didn't stop him from griping about conceding to his brother's wishes. "Ah for the love of…It's like I'm hunting with Max and her bleeding heart." Addressing the bears, he lowly command, "Alright pals…back off or I'll…gee, what will my big brother let me do to you…braid your fur?"
"Alec!" Dean shouted in warning as the bears each let out a roar and stepped closer.
With the bears threatening to not only chow down on him but go through him to get to Dean, Alec turned feral, gave free reign to his animal DNA.
A growl came out of him, ferocious and lethal and inhuman as he took a step forward. His own charge would be no bluff. But Dean's sudden hold on his jacket stopped his advance, held him back, not by strength but because of loyalty. Unleashing another growl low in his throat, he stared down the bears, allowed them to conclude that he wasn't that different from the wolves that they have come up against and lost.
When the bears fell quiet and then turned around, lumbered back to their cubs as if he and Alec no longer existed, Dean stood there in shock but didn't loosen his grip on Alec's jacket, didn't want to lose that connection, didn't quite trust releasing his restraining hold on his brother, not just yet. It wasn't until Alec stepped back to his side and looked at him that he felt his tension ease.
Alec shrugged at his brother's wide-eyed expression of disbelief. "Sometimes a pack of wolves are alpha to bears."
"Wolves?" Dean croaked out.
"Yeah, you and me," Alec clarified with a proud smile, hand coming out to pat Dean on the chest. "Now let's get out of here."
"Sam…" Dean began, hope in his tone.
"Is fine. Is waiting for us in the car," Alec happily imparted.
Hardly believing the good news, Dean could stammered, "He's awake?"
"He thinks it was some neurotoxin that knocked him out, gave him temporary paralysis," Alec supplied, turning Dean around and prodded him into the woods, in the direction that he had left their brother, sulking in the car.
"Paralysis?" Dean repeated in concern even Alec grabbed him and steered him around a tree that, in the dark, he had almost walked right into.
Keeping his hand on his brother's elbow, Alec designated him lead as he told Dean Sam's theories. Silence fell and he could detect, through his physical connection on his brother, when Dean's adrenaline high began to flag under exhaustion. Shooting Dean a sideways look across the darkness, he gently taunted, "So I never knew you were such a nature lover." Gentle because he could sense that there was something serious under his brother's surface gesture to spare the bears. That there was always more, lots more, under the surface than what Dean projected.
"Enough things are dead because of me," Dean quietly stated, eyes ahead, his night time vision improving, sort of.
Alec's jaw clenched at the guilt he heard in his brother's tone. "A lot of people are alive because of you. Me and Sam included," he pointed out, wanted Dean to know that his goodness outweighed whatever evil he thought existed in himself.
Sliding his look to Alec, Dean didn't need to see his brother's face to know Alec was wearing his determined, you're-going-to-listen-and-accept-what-I-say expression. And he didn't dispute it, Alec's words. Knew that they were the truth, that stacked up against his failures, they were enough to come out ahead in his book.
Dean wasn't sure how long that had been walking, was honestly too tired to do anything less than let Alec lead him back to Sam when Alec brought them both to a halt, whispered, "Wait. I hear something."
Before Alec can scout ahead, Dean grabbed his brother's arm, ignored Alec's glare and listened to the sounds that Alec had heard first. Then he called out, "Sam?" because Sam obediently staying in the car?! Yeah, right. Dean had tried that game and lost on too many occasions.
"Dean!" Sam's voice called out, his pure joy and relief cutting through the darkness better than a floodlight.
Turning to Alec, Dean smiled smugly, silently boasting that brotherly instincts trumped genetic augments every time, before he headed unerringly toward Sam. After a few minutes, he stepped into the beam of his brother's flashlight, broke free of Alec's guiding grip and stalked to Sam. "You alright?" he asked worriedly once he was close enough to see his brother's face in the backwash of the flashlight.
Sam nodded his head, but his eyes expressed something deeper than words ever could. That he was alright now that his two brothers had been returned to him.
Seeing the minuscule tremble in the hand that held the flashlight and the slight sway in his brother's stance, Dean quickly wrapped his arm around Sam's waist and turned them around, had taken only a step when he halted their forward motion and looked over his shoulder at Alec. "I could use some help here,"
Smiling, Alec slipped to Sam's other side, felt content when Sam's arm loped over his shoulder. Taking more than his share of his tall brother's weight, he guided them toward the waiting Impala. When Sam's hand squeezed his shoulder, he looked to Sam and saw his brother's relief, gratitude and happiness, knew the same emotions were reflected in his eyes. Was finally figuring out what Sam and Dean already knew: that maybe they don't have the safest family but it was worthy the pain, the first aid measures, the search and rescue missions, was even worth tapping into some of the more animalistic instincts hidden in his DNA. That he would do all that willingly, on every single hunt, if he had to. Because the desire to protect his family, to defend them, to save them by any means necessary, well that just ran in his family.
"Sam, I got an awesome Christmas gift idea for Dean: a bumper sticker for the Impala that reads 'I break for bears'." Under Dean's heated glare and at Sam's confused tilt of his head, Alec beamed, because, getting one over on each other, that was a Winchester tradition, too.
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TBC ?
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Thanks for reading!
And I really valued all of your encouragement to continue with this AU.
I hope you enjoyed this tale and I hope that you would like more stories about the three brothers because I have some ideas pinging around in my head. I'll be tacking any upcoming tales for this AU under this title.
Have a wonderful Day! And in case, I don't write again before Christmas…
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Cheryl W.
