SPN/ D/A My Bloody Valentine Massacre X Over

Disclaimer: Don't own don't Sue

A/N Sorry it took me so long, I have a lot of things going on right now, Like always read and review

Chapter 3.

In the main office, Dr. Locklyer, was explaining the situation, to the X-5, who remained silent, throughout the discussion " do you understand unit soldier X-5-494 "

Affirmative, Alec answered,

"The recite what I just told you

" That I 494, will, proceed, in protecting John Winchester, and his sons, His children, will be placed, under my care, 34/7 until, the mass, serial killer is found and executed" the transgenic fired off.

494 saluted the doc. Awaiting further instructions from his father. "Good, now since, we got that cleared up, when we retrieve 495, I will be sending 493 for backup. Since there is nothing else to discuss you are dismissed soldier

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X-5 494 proceeded, to follow the hunter out, a foot behind John, watching every movement that the skilled hunter made. As John came to a stop, so did. The X-5 "Get in" John ordered. Unlocking the car, at the sound of the car door being unlatched, and the shuffle of a body was heard, Dean automatically came awake, with a start. His hand grasped, the handle bar, of the old cult gun. He turned in his seat, as the backdoor opened as Alec slid in, next to Sam, he found the gun pointed at him, their was a silent message, in the six year old' s eyes. "Get away from my brother" it clearly read. The door slammed in on the other side, distracting Dean, and giving the enhanced soldier, more then enough time to disable the child, a strong hand came up grasping the nose of the pistol, and ripping it out, of Dean's hands, Dean 's mouth opened, in shock and amazement. "how the hell- thought Dean, not liking that their new passenger, was sitting so close to his brother. He felt, jealousy, burn through his veins, he was about to retort some smart assed comeback, when his father interrupted. "Dean, this is what I have invested all my hopes in, for finding your mother's killer, now turn around, sit down, and buckle up, Kiddo. "whether you like it our not, he's here to stay" John said, ruffling his son's hair. "besides Sam's asleep" he said, to confirm, his statement, he gave a quick glance into the rearview mirror. The image that was reflected, reminded him, of the reason why he kept on fighting, against the forces of evil. "I want you to get to know 494, because he'll be your training partner from now on.

"Bu what about you- asked Dean.

"I have research to do, and then, I have a hunt that, I'm going to look into, from their, I'll have Uncle Bobby call you.

And Sam- said Dean, giving a quick glance, at his brother, "I'll leave that up to you son" replied John.

The following weeks to passed, their had been some interesting scuffles, between the transgenic soldier, from Medticore, and the self proclaimed eldest Winchester boy, in that time, 494 had acquired, a motorcycle, for transportation,, improved Dean's shooting capability , and taught him hand to hand combat. Like his father would've done, if he was around. Dean, would often rough house, with, his little brother, teaching him, what the X-5, taught him only moments before. Dean thought, he was always right, Alec loved showing him, otherwise, with a basic maneuver, Alec had him pinned to the ground, twisting his arm back, and sitting on him, until he screamed uncle, which did not impress Dean whatsoever, in time, the transgenic, began to exploit, Dean's flaws, and taught him basic, defense strategies, thus improving Dean's combat skills. Dean was so proud of himself, the arrogance shone through on his face. And when Sammy gets a little older, he would demonstrate what his smart Alec, instructor taught him.

Sam, what did, 494, think of the youngest Winchester, he wasn't so sure what to make of his littlest brother, he felt bad, for the kid, Sam, didn't talk, but he still comminuted, his eyes, was were, Alec, would look, if Sam wanted something, he also, would jot, down a message, it was their secret code, and Alec wouldn't trade it for the world, Sam was the one, who actually told, Alec, about their recent loss, his mother was dead, Alec could hardly believe, it, every part of him was screaming NOT TRUE, Its not true, but his face remained neutral. People died it was a fact of life, but none, was so heart wrenching, as Mary Winchester's. she died protecting a loved one. 494 didn't blame Sam, he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. The X-5, entered the kitchen, pulling back a chair, he plopped down, their was no word, on the serial killer, John was more anxious then ever, and no doubt, papa Winchester would send his transgenic son, back to Medticore once the mission, was over. It was mid-night, Sam and Dean, were tucked into bed, lights out, doors and windows locked. 494 had complete control over the situation. Alec's ears twitched, at the sound of soft footfalls, leaning back, he caught a glimpse, of shaggy dark brown hair, It was Sam, he was holding his white teddy bear, clutching it tightly to his chest. Alec knew, how fiercely Dean protected this boy, and wondered what the child was doing up so late. Standing up, 494, moved, swiftly, to Sam's side.

"Samuel what's the matter?" he asked, his large hands clamping down, onto small shoulders, the three year old, had tears streaming down his face, and a red mark on the right side of his face, shaped like a hand, much larger then Dean's.

"who did this to you" demanded the soldier. When the boy didn't reply, Alec, let out a frustrated growl, deciding, this was useless, he reached for the child's hand, Sam held tightly, Dean was missing. And Alec had failed.

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Meanwhile Outside of cold Oak, under a false name, Tom Hanniger, made his way, into the crappy motel, clutching a bloodied machete, He had left his favorite pix axe, in Harmony, and was making due, with what he had, Surprising the clerk, he slid the knife, across his neck, blood oozed, and bubbled the clerks mouth, THUD.

. The woman fell limply to the floor, eyes glazing over, blood coating the floors, Tom/Harry, stepped over the dead clerk, surprising another victim, and slicing off his head, blood, coated the silver blade, as a head, rolled off, into a corner, the headless body, slumped, heaving blood, from the severed neck, with an evil grin, he made his way, toward his designated room, stabbing the machete, into a solid oak, desk, blood, oozed down, staining the small desk.

Pulling back a chair, he plopped, down, with blood stained, hands, he reached into his pocket, his hands shaky, he pulled out a bottle, of prescription meds. And popped three, into his mouth, dry swallowing, he hated Harry, but he hated John, even more, he would do anything, to make John suffer, he had already, taken, a life, shaken things up, the only real witness, was that kid in the window, but Tom, didn't think, it would be trouble, so the kid goes missing, a body never found, a life claimed, another notch on the murder charts.

God it had been so long, since they were a real family, if they were even a family to begin with, what John dealt with, hunting, Tom had hunted until he was thirteen, then decided, he hated this life, and wanted something more, so he moved to Harmony, found the life he wanted, until, Harry took everything, away, one bloody horrific night, the old man, didn't even know, he was originally a Winchester, ever since, Mr. Hanniger, adapted him, and raised him as his own. That life was also dead, so which life was he living now.

Standing up Tom, decided to wash up, it was going to be a long process, and he sure, he wasn't alone, he had heard about Ben,, and Alec, and was sure, that either brother, would help, to bring down the one and only John Winchester.