It's in the Genes

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 DA and Supernatural -AU– It's the Winchesters who break Alec from jail in Hello/Goodbye and then they start road tripping together. No slash.

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Chapter 12

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With new found determination to save Dean thrumming through him, Sam steamrolled around the corner of TC's West building, formulating his speech to his brother in his head. Nothing prepared him to be shoulder checked by Joshua's taller, heavier frame. It was only Joshua's quick grip on his shoulders that kept him on his feet.

"Whoa, Joshua, sorry I wasn't watching…" Sam apologized, finding his feet again, surprised when Joshua's hand slipped from his shoulder to his wrist.

"Come, must come," Joshua said, pulling the younger man with him as he turned around, headed back the way he had come.

Tension and fear shot through Sam as he quickly paced Joshua. "What is it, Joshua? Is it my brother?"

"He's packing, he's leaving 'cause he hurt you, hurt Alec."

"What?!" Sam said, his voice spiking with his heart rate. Yanking his arm from Joshua's grip, he ran for the room he shared with Dean, all the while heaping curses on his brother's screwed up ideas of chivalry.

Slamming through the feeble barricade of the room door, Sam felt his breath whooshed back into his lungs at the sight of Dean, still there, still with him. Stalking toward his brother, he ruthlessly ripped the shirt from Dean's hand that had been headed to the nearly full duffle bag on the bed. "What are you doing!? Where do you think you're going?! Isn't it enough that you're threatening to leave me in May!!" Angrily he grabbed the duffle bag and threw it across the room.

Turning to face his brother, Dean drawled, "Sam," half threat, half sigh for understanding.

But Sam was past caring about catering to either of his brother's sentiments. Was blinded by anger, by fear, by a fathomless need to keep his brother with him, to not lose him. "I was coming to tell you I wasn't going to let you die, that I was going to save you, that no matter what happened we were going to face it together. And you're here packing! You were going to leave me behind, weren't you? Leave me with Alec out of some stupid idea of protecting me."

When Dean didn't protest his accusation, Sam stepped forward, fisted his hands in Dean's shirt, yanked Dean closer to him, hissed, "You trying to save me got us into this mess."

"And I would do it all over again, Sam!" Dean gruffly vowed, not even trying to break Sam's hold on him. When he saw Sam's anger falter into frustrated disgust, he wished that Sam could understand, just for a moment, why he had done what he had, why he would do it again. It made him wish that the one person who would praise his actions, his sacrifice was there. "Dad would understand why I did it, would approve…"

"No he wouldn't, Dean!! He told you to kill me if you couldn't save me. Not kill yourself, not condemn yourself. He would never want that for you. Never!" Sam railed back, didn't doubt what his father's thoughts would be about his son, the very son that he had sold his soul to save, dying for him, going to hell for him.

Surprised by Sam's denials, Dean refuted softly, needing Sam to know with certainty that their father had loved him. "He would have wanted you saved, Sam."

"Not at any cost, Dean. Not at this cost!" Sam thundered back, shaking Dean, forgetting about his brother's physical injuries, seeing too clearly his brother's emotional wounds that needed tended to, that he would cauterize if he had to, would do whatever he had to do to get them to heal.

But a sad resolve slipped into Dean's eyes. "You saw the look he gave us at the cemetery. He was happy at our victory, that we had won. That you and I were there."

"He didn't know the cost!"

"No?" Dean challenged quietly, eyebrow raised, meeting Sam's eyes head on, ripping away the veil Sam had purposefully viewed his father's through when the truth was too brutal, too calculating.

"What?" Sam choked out, head tilting, his brother's words distorting what he knew to be true. "Course not…"

Shrugging as if it didn't matter, didn't kill the deepest part of him, Dean smirked, pointed out lightly, "It would be a juicy tidbit, me heading downstairs. You honestly think they wouldn't have been whispering it into his ear in Hell."

Sam felt gutted at the thought that John knew. That his Dad had looked at Dean with such pride and he might know what Dean had done, where he was headed. "No. No! He didn't know Dean. He…he …"

" 'Killing that thing comes before me, before you, before everything…'" Dean repeated his father's words in the Impala right before the semi hit them. Said them as if they were all the proof he needed to win his case.

"No," Sam denied but the word was contorted by tears. "He didn't mean it, Dean. He died for you, made a deal to save you."

"Sometimes you have to make sacrifices today so you can secure a future victory, that's what he kept telling us, right? When we asked him why we had to hunt, when you asked him why we couldn't stay in one place, why you couldn't finish one year in the same school," Dean mercilessly pointed out, wanted Sam to see that their Father would be proud of him, that he had found a way to save Sam, to get his brother back when he had been lost.

"You were his son, Dean, before you were ever his soldier," Sam returned, knowing that he had always accused his father of putting them in danger, putting Dean in danger but his father's sacrifice, it had made up for that. It made him realize that his father loved his sons more than anything, loved Dean more than his own life, than his own soul, even more than his need for revenge.

"You were his son too and he told me to kill you, Sam. Dying for me?" Dean gave another shrug of his shoulders but his eyes burned with intensity. "He just took one for the team. And, if he were standing right here, he would agree with me, with what I did. He would tell me it was the right thing to do, that I had to save you, no matter what. That it was my job to save you. If I hadn't screwed up, I wouldn't have had to do what I did but I did screw up and I had to make it right."

Hands tightening in Dean's shirt, Sam shook Dean, shouted, "But it's not right! Nothing is right! You didn't screw up, I did! And I should have paid the price for that. Me, not you! Not you! Why can't you see that I'm not worth this?! I'm not worth your life…and certainly would never be worth your soul, Dean. I know it, Alec knows it, why can't you open your eyes and see that?!"

But with quiet conviction, Dean answered, "You are worth it to me, Sammy. Always have been, always will be," he said, his affectionate gaze locked on Sam's anguished features and a tender smile turning up his lips.

Instead of feeling touched at his brother's devotion, Sam only felt despair at what Dean's love for him had caused him to do, where it would lead Dean in a few months if he didn't stop it. "And your own life means nothing to you, right? The fact that I'm going to wish to die when you're gone, that doesn't register with you. That the pain you had when I died, that's what you're going to leave me with. But worse because you're not just dying Dean. You're going to Hell!"

"I made my own decision, Sam. This isn't your fault," Dean firmly stated, knocking Sam's hands from his shirt, stepping back, determined that Sam see that whatever responsibility, whatever guilt he was carrying was misplaced. Wasn't his to bear. His resolve to do the right thing, to leave before Sam was forced to watch the true cost of his decision, of his failure to protect him grew at the look of protest in Sam's eyes, of hurt, of guilt. "It isn't your problem to solve. Your's or Alec's."

"Riigghhtt…" Alec drawled, entering the room like a predatory cat on the prowl, "why would we want to stop it?! I mean it's just great, you going." Turning to Sam he sarcastically enthused, "Just think Sam, we won't have to argue anymore who has to sit in the backseat of the Impala, or remember to bring back the pie or wonder if Dean is going to get his head bashed in by a jealous boyfriend."

But when Alec shifted to face Dean, his voice turned accusatory. "Course there won't be anyone there to save us when a hunt goes sideways, to stitch us up or make us laugh, or fix the Impala when she leaves us stranded along some desolate back road. Sam won't have anyone left who knows all he's been through, who knows him inside and out, who can read his emotions without even looking at him, who can see what's broken in him and fix it. And me, so what if I had a crappy childhood, am more familiar with pain than laugher, wanted just a shot at having a family, at having a brother who would do whatever he could to protect me. That I finally had someone who understood, not just what I was, but who I was. Someone who I could tell the darkest things I had done, had felt, and there would be no discrimination, no judgment."

Alec stepped closer, let his eyes bore into Dean's. "But like you said, Dean, I'm out of luck on that count. Guess we both are Sam because Dean's taking all that with him when he goes. Bet you'll get a lot of use out of those traits in Hell.." he acidly threw out before he spun on his heel, headed for the door, praying that his words would reach Dean, that Dean would stop him from leaving, would stop himself from leaving.

"I told you, I can't change what I did!" Dean shouted to Alec's back.

Spinning around, Alec stalked toward Dean. "But you can change what happens now! You can fight, if not for yourself then for Sam, for me! You said you screwed up, that you failed Sam. Well what do you think this is?! You think this isn't screwing up?! You think this isn't screwing Sam over, screwing me over! Truth is, dying isn't what Sam or I fear most, losing you is."

"This is Sam's life we're talking about!" Dean yelled back.

"And your life Dean! Both of our lives are at stake here! We're tied together in this deal whether you can see that on not. It's not just a coin toss of you dying or me dying, if one of us goes they might as well take us both," Sam darkly predicted, eyes piercing Dean's before they softened with need and warmth. "We're not just brothers when a holiday rolls around, or when I need a few pointers about fixing a rattle in the family car, or when I need a drinking buddy. Dean, we're brothers in everything, from morning until night, in grieving for Dad, in hunting, in patching each other up, in fighting at each other's side, in laughter, in tears, in life…and yeah, in death. Mom's death and Dad's absence made us this way. You made us this way, when you chose to stay home with me instead of playing baseball with your friends just because I asked you to, when you stole those Christmas gifts for me, when you told me the truth about Mom, about Dad, when you protected me from school bullies and everything the hunt could throw at us, when you listened to me…when Dad never did. And you dragged Alec into this family by breaking him from jail and buying him the stupid Tryptophan and proving to him that he was worthy of being loved, of having a family. You did all that and you can't undo it. You can't pretend that those things don't matter to me, to Alec. That you don't matter. 'Cause you do, Dean."

Dean's chest tightened and he could feel tears welling in his eyes at Sam's words, at Sam's love, at the life line Sam was throwing to him, that Alec was practically lassoing around his waist. But he didn't reach for it, not when he feared it would bring both of his brothers down into the dark depths with him, drown them with him. "Sam…I can't…."

"Yes, you can," Alec cut in, the need in his eyes matching Sam's. "So how about working on staying with Sam and me instead of saying goodbye? Stay and be our big brother that we can't live without."

A tear slipped from Dean's eye as he shook his head, "It's not like I'm holding out on you, you know. I don't have a solution in my back pocket that I'm not talking about."

Sam stepped closer, his voice earnest, hopeful. "So we do this together. Like you told Dad, we're stronger as a family.".

"Especially with my revved up DNA," Alec boasted, smiling boldly as Sam and Dean both looked to him.

"The only thing revved up with you lately is your ego. What were you thinking, taking on White alone?" Dean reprimanded, a big brother glint of anger sparking in his eyes.

Alec shrugged, "Guy messed with my family. So he had to be put down like…"

"Don't say like a dog.." Dean warned with a silly smile. "Joshua would find that insulting to his heritage."

Laughter sputtered from Sam, the sound chasing away the tension in the room and sending smiles to both of his brothers' faces.

"You're a jerk, you know that?" Alec said to Dean, laughter in his words.

Dean's reply was to tilt his head and twitch his eyebrows, accepting the label with grace and flattery.

"Knows it?" Sam snorted, "He's spent years perfecting it," but his eyes were on Dean, his affection for his brother lighting up the room.

"I don't know about perfecting it…but I'm getting close," Dean said, smiling wider, thinking for the first time that maybe Sam was right, he could be saved, that where he had failed, his family could succeed. Maybe they could literally beat the Devil at his own game.

Alec clapped his hands together, "Well, it's settled: we're saving your butt. But I got one more question." And he leveled his look at Dean. "Why aren't you in Medical getting patched up?"

"Ah.." Dean hesitated, suddenly didn't want Alec to know he was going to abandon them, planned on hurting them to save them. Shooting a look to Sam, he saw that Sam wasn't going to rat him out, would go along with any story he told. After all, Sam had a little brother to shelter now, had a big brother he wanted to keep on that pedestal for awhile longer.

Joshua's voice had all three brothers turning to the doorway.

"Doctor was mean to him," Joshua said, still panting at the wild run he had made to try and catch up with Alec. All it had taken to get Alec to seek out Dean was for him to simply say Dean needed him and then the X5 had taken off at a run, just like Sam had. Having gotten within earshot of the room just in time to hear Alec's question, Joshua had debated if he should interfere. Dean's hesitancy had made his choice clear.

"Mean?" Alec repeated, a deadliness in his tone as his look left Joshua and settled on Dean, demanded details.
Dean offered an embarrassed grimace. "He wasn't mean to me…" he denied but internally he was grateful for Joshua's deflection.

"Was rough, hurt him," Joshua clarified. With Sam and Alec's full attention on Dean, he gave a quick smile to Dean when the man glanced up at him. "Should I go get him, make him do better?" he offered timidly, as if he didn't know the effect his words would have on Alec.

Cursing, Alec stalked for the door, threw over his shoulder, "Sam, get him back to Medical. The 'doctor' and I will meet you there."

"Don't kill him until he patches up Dean!" Sam yelled after Alec as the transgenic disappeared out the door. Then he turned to Dean, "So I'm assuming you know the way back to Medical?"

"Sam…" Dean began in protest.

"You walk there yourself or I can have Joshua carry you there. It's your choice," Sam threatened but he couldn't keep the mirth from his tone.

"You're enjoying this way too much," Dean snapped as he trudged slowly toward the door, Sammy at his heels. At the doorway, he gave Joshua a pat on the chest, "Thanks, Joshua. I owe you…well, more than I can repay." Then he slipped by the transgenic.

"Yeah, so do I," Sam quietly said, eyes meeting Joshua's with insurmountable gratitude. Then he trotted the few steps it took to reach Dean's side. "I'm helping so shut up," he groused an instant before he slipped his arm around Dean's waist.

"Helping? And here I thought we were square dancing," Dean complained because Sam expected it, maybe even needed it. But he didn't pull away from Sam's help, had found strength enough to admit he needed, wanted it, counted on it. "And the guy wasn't mean to me. Had a crappy bedside manner, yeah. But come on, "mean to me"?! That makes it sound like I'm a child, like he made me cry or something. Which he didn't!" he insisted as he shot a look over at Sam but wasn't encouraged by his brother's cocky smirk.

"If that's your story…." Sam taunted.

"Now who's the jerk," Dean grumbled.

"I learned from the best," Sam fired back, tightening his grip on Dean, ensuring the "best" didn't slip from his grasp. He didn't even mind one bit when an elbow jabbed into his ribs, only laughed in pure joy at Dean's antics.

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Finding himself again divested of his shirt and lying on TC's only exam bed, Dean was almost convinced that every transgenic had a clone. Because the Falon that hovered over him now? He was nothing like the butcher who had examined him half an hour ago. Not in demeanor or appearance. This Falon's ministrations were tentative, careful, even gentle, he was sporting a black eye and cut lip and Dean noted that he had a tendency to flinch whenever Alec's stance shifted by his bedside.

Of course Alec wasn't acting like the little brother that had beseeched him to stay with him, whose eyes had begged him to not die, to not go quietly into that good night. There was a hard glimmer in Alec's eyes as they tracked Falon's every movement, as they gauged the pressure the medic applied to his array of bruises. And when he drew in a sharp breath as pain shafted through him, Dean sensed a lethal air collate into Alec's stance. So it just seemed smart on Falon's part to choose to stand on the opposite side of his patient's bed than Alec and Sam protectively stance before he began to verbally tick off his injuries. His clear fear that Alec or Sam would hold him personally responsible for the news didn't seem such a stretch of the imagination.

For his part, Dean couldn't help compare the doctor's finding to his own tally: Broken ribs? Check. Slight concussion? Check. External bruising? Check. Internal bruising? Check. Face feeling like it went ten rounds with Rocky from the 1st movie when Stallone was in shape? Check Check. But the bullet graze on his arm? That one had surprised him, had him looking to the mentioned appendage, staring at the scored skin. It felt like years ago, him and Sam in the command room, bullets flying, grenades lobbed at them, the white hot searing pain of a Tazzer.

Not daring, under Alec's looming presence, to overlook even the slightest wound, Falon concluded his list with "And there are two small burns on his chest from…" but he stopped there, eyes moving to Dean, hoping the Ordinary took mercy on him and provided an answer.

"A Tazzer," Dean supplied. But, as Sam spoke the same words half a beat behind him, his eyes flew to Sam's. Because there was rarely voiced fear in Sam's tone that, inconceivably, made that small, simple wound seem like the worst he had sustained. Like it was a wound Sam hated himself for not protecting him from receiving.

Falon shot a look to Alec, wondering if his fellow transgenic understood the apparent and pathetic fear the Ordinaries had for Tazzers. But Alec's look was transfixed on Dean and Sam, its chill replaced with a shard of confusion and hurt. "I'll start preparing the medication," he quietly announced, suddenly wanting to slink away from the family of three, of the new trauma he sensed on the horizon. When his declaration didn't even garner Alec's attention, or the two Ordinaries', he walked across the room to the shabby medical cabinet, purposefully began humming to himself to assure he couldn't even unintentionally overhear the conversation between the brothers. Alec was pissed enough at him, he didn't need to add another offense to his charges, not if he wanted to walk away with his own health somewhat intact.

Knowing that he was missing something, that his brothers were once again keeping him in the dark, Alec wondered dejectedly when he was going to stop being the third man out. How he could earn the right to be privy, not only to his brother's future, but to their past. "Something more you're not telling me?" he sought to demand but it came out as a quiet question, an earnest request to be let in, to be a part of what Dean and Sam shared, what they were, seemingly effortlessly: brothers, family.

"Sammy doesn't let me play with Tazzers anymore," Dean lightly began watching Sam shift on his feet, his jaw tighten. But looking to Alec was no easier, with his probing gaze, his stance that said he wasn't going to take anymore deflections, was going to barrel through any more 'keep out' signs. "Not since I electrocuted myself and fried my heart back in…what 2006?" He looked to Sam for confirmation, like other brothers collaborated on the date of their winning touch football game or when they got arrested pulling a prank.

"Yeah," Sam hoarsely agreed, eyes pinging from Dean's badly bruised chest, to the floor, to the medic door but never meeting Dean's gaze. Because he knew that Dean would read him easily, would know that despair had again latched onto him. He just couldn't believe that now, three years later, he was back to facing the real prospect of losing his big brother again. He nearly flinched as he heard Dean's words of the past ricochet in his head. 'What option? Burial or cremation? I'm going to die and you can't stop it.'

The words 'electrocuted' and 'fried my heart' left Alec's own super empowered heart racing with frantic beats. "Something's wrong with your heart?" he asked, voice pained and quiet, uncertain how much bad news he could take in one day. Saving Dean from some deal with the Devil, that seemed just up his alley. But trying to protect Dean against his own body's failings? That one left him feeling sick with despair again.

"Nah, it's in prime condition, just like the rest of me," Dean boasted, eyes not daring to look at Sam, to give one indication that he still carried the weight of what his miraculous healing had cost last time. He still remembered swearing then that no one would ever die for him again…and then his Dad had gone and done it. But his Dad had sacrificed something much worse than his life, so much worse. 'Just like I did for Sam.' Eyes sliding from Alec's skeptic but relieved eyes to Sam, he saw Sam's head was bowed, that his brother wasn't going to look at him, couldn't look at him right then. Wondered what was going through his brother's head even as he knew he didn't dare ask, not when every topic was a minefield of hurt.

Questions bombarded Alec but watching Dean and Sam, feeling their pain, he stored them away, knew they were inconsequential. Dean was well, was alive and was staying that way. "Prime?" he goaded, quirking a brow when Dean looked at him with a fabricated glare. "Your version of prime is sad, really sad, Ordinary."

"Hey, I'm many things but ordinary isn't one of them," Dean groused back, eyes on Alec but from his peripheral vision he saw Sam raise his head, felt some of his little brother's tension, hurt dissipate, loved Alec more than before for knowing how to work that miracle.

"I call them the way I see them," Alec continued to taunt, having come to know that there was nothing better than well structured insults to lead them through the roughest of times. Some families bonded though hugging, Winchesters bonded by getting into fond arguments.

"Well then you better get your eyes checked, Super boy. Who took on your nemesis, kept him entertained until you arrived? I did, the Ordinary. All by my lonesome."

"Entertained?" Alec repeated voice rising, fear tripping through him again at the memory of looking into the warehouse and seeing White aiming his gun at Dean, a bruised and bloodied and nearly broken Dean. "If I hadn't arrived when I did …" but he broke off his reprimand because his voice became choked up with dread, by the thought of the final outcome that had so nearly happened.

Suddenly, Dean tilted his head and his eyes sharpened. "That brings up one thing I haven't figured out yet. How did you find us? Thought you said you didn't know where White's headquarters were," accusation sliding into his tone, starting to believe Alec had sought to protect him by keeping that information from him. That he had lied to him so he wouldn't go all commando before he and Sam had to leave TC, had to leave him.

Sam's small laugh was unexpected, earned him a look of confusion from Dean and a threatening glare from Alec. "Go on, Alec. Tell him. You know I've almost been looking forward to it," Sam admitted without guilt, a smug smile pulling up his lips and mirth emerging in his eyes as his look swung from Alec then down to Dean.

"Tell me what?" Dean demanded, gaze pinning his brothers, hating being out of the loop.

It was almost comical to see Alec, a well trained soldier, shift on his feet like a child standing in front of his father, forced to confess his latest mischief. "I didn't know where White's headquarters were," Alec countered boldly but his next words were a mumble as he dropped his head, "I knew where you were."

Lifting his head from the pillow in an attempt to try and hear all of Alec's words and still failing, Dean said, "What? You didn't know where White's headquarters were ….yeah I got that part. So how did you find me?"

Grinning harder at Alec's obvious discomfort, Sam wasn't surprised when Alec's head swung up to him and he lowly growled, "Shut up, Sam."

"Alright, someone start talking. Now!" Dean ordered, feeling like he was dealing with a pair of insubordinate soldiers.

Unable to keep quiet any longer, Sam mirthfully supplied, "Alec put a leash on you." Enjoyed when Dean's eyebrows rose in surprise right before outrage clouded his brother's features and he turned his steely gaze onto Alec.

"I did not!" Alec forcibly denied, finding it easier to look at Sam to give Sam's shoulder a hard shove then to look at Dean, to face Dean's displeasure.

"You what?" Dean lowly demanded. "What does he mean you put a leash on me?"

Stepping closer to Dean's bed, Alec tried to explain, "It wasn't a leash, OK. It was….a tracker…in your shoe." But if he thought Dean's anger would simmer down, he saw by his brother's eyes that, instead, it was climbing to a boil. Finding his own temper flaring he thundered, "I did it to protect you! I knew associating with Transgenics put you in danger, both of you. Not only from White but from the whole world outside TC. I thought if something happened….if we got separated ….if White's group dropped in from the ceiling and took you because they thought you were me… that I would have a way to find you. You and Sam both. And it worked, Dean. You can be all outraged and whatever you want but it worked and I'm not sorry. I'm not," he repeated firmly, chest rising with his exertion of drawing in air, of trying to steady his racing heart, of trying to quiet his desperation to make Dean forgive him, for Dean to see that he was capable of protecting him. That he wanted, no, needed to protect him, to protect the family he had adopted, that had adopted him.

Wanting to cling to his prideful outrage, Dean felt almost betrayed when Sam spoke quietly at his side, looked at him with his big soft eyes that begged him to understand his point of view, their point of view.

"I'm not sorry either Dean," Sam interjected, still shaking internally at how close he and Alec had come to being too late to save Dean even with the tracker's advantage. He pulled on a small, gentle smile, "Actually I'm cursing myself for not thinking of it sooner, putting a leash on you."

"Try it and die, Sammy," Dean grumbled back but there was affection in his gaze for Sam. Was there for Alec too as he looked to his newest little brother. "One," he stated, raising his pointer finger. "You get one free pass. That was yours, little brother. No more going behind my back to...."

"To prove how much I care?" Alec cut in with a teasing tone. "Fine, I'll keep it all out in the open from now on. Guess I can get my hug now," he said, opening his arms wide and starting to bend down toward Dean, laughing when Dean braced his hands against his chest to stop his actions and growled, "Dude, get off me!" Straightening up instantly, before Dean exerted any of his waning strength to try and really keep him at bay, Alec smiled down at his brother's scowl. "Sorry man, it's one or the other. Those are your options. Either Sam and I keep going behind your back to show we care about you or…"

"We're going to have chick flick moments every day…maybe two or three times a day," Sam joined in, getting a nod of agreement from Alec before looking down to Dean.

"You're both a bunch of girls. I don't have two brothers, I have two sisters," Dean grumbled. Then he made a show of repositioning himself on the bed as Alec and Sam smiled down at him, gloating in their victory. No reason they should see how hard it was for him to not smile, that he felt warmth spread over him at their victory, at knowing how much his brothers cared for him, whether they said it aloud on a daily basis or stuck to sticking trackers in his shoes and spending hours researching how to break his deal.

"So that's a "Yes" on the chick flick moments option?" Alec taunted and laughed openly at the deadly glare Dean leveled at him. Mentally he added another entry to the list of things his brothers had taught him: That a glare sometimes conveyed more affection than a smile ever could.

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TBC

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Yeah, I admit it, I went the fluff routine this time around. I just thought after the angst of this season's episodes I wanted a little lightness, wanted to show that there's hope for happiness in every day. Ok, my Hallmark moment's over…(please don't gag).

Thanks for reading and for those awesome reviews of support!

Have a great day!

Cheryl W.