A/N: Short, I know, but at least it's something.

Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural or Dark Angel.

Walking down the Sidewalk…

"Dean, why can't we just listen to Max and leave Chase alone?"

Dean growled slightly, Sam had been saying that ever since they left Crash without any good leads as to where Chase would be. Dean looked over at his brother, annoyed, "Look, if you want to go back to the hotel, then fine, but I am going to find my son. Whether Max wants me to or not."

Sam sighed, angry that his brother wouldn't listen to reason, "What if Max didn't want you to confront him because Chase just doesn't want to see you. He could be holding a lot of resentment." Sam winced at the angry look Dean gave him, but didn't retract his statement.

"I didn't know that he existed and now that I do, nothing is going to keep me from seeing him. I don't care if he wants to see me or not."

Sam sighed, but was silent until he saw a fight going on in an alleyway. He hit Dean's shoulder and pointed at the group of people that were standing in a circle around two people that were fighting. The two demon hunters got close enough to see that Chase was standing over another boy dealing out punch after punch.

Dean muttered, "Fuck," and then made his way up to the front. When he got close enough he grabbed Chase's arm to try and stop him. With a growl Chase pivoted slightly and then stiffened the arm that Dean was holding. Chase drew back slightly and drove his right fist into Dean's stomach, sending the hunter flying back into the brick wall.

Chase's eyes flashed as he stalked over to his disoriented father. Chase pulled him away from the wall slightly and then straddled Dean's legs, preventing chance of escaping. When Chase was satisfied that the hunter wasn't going anywhere he drew back and sent punch after punch into Dean's face and chest.

Dean coughed and then drew back his legs, Chase had become single- minded in causing pain to his father and his grip on Dean's legs had grown lax. Dean used this to his advantage and drew his legs back and pushed his son off of him. Chase had barely stumbled and was already up and ready for any attack coming his way.

Dean blurred toward his son and began a flurry of punches and kicks that his son blocked lazily as if it wasn't any big deal. When Dean backed off slightly he saw his son smirk, eyes flashing angrily, but Dean barely had time to register that Chase had moved before Chase moved into his own offensive.

Dean had to admit that Chase was good and obviously well trained, judging by the number of punches and the amount of power behind the punches that got through Dean defense. Dean was getting more and more tired and more punches were getting through. He was wondering if Chase had more in mind than just causing pain and Dean was wondering where the hell Sam was. Dean blocked a punch from the right and realized too late that it had been a fake when his feet were swept out from underneath him.

When he went down Dean saw that a transgenic was holding Sam back, he moved his attention back to Chase in time to see a black combat boot coming towards his face. He winced in preparation for the blow, but it never came. Instead a strong voice barked out, "Winchester, Stand Down!"

The boot was brought back immediately and Chase stood straight with his hands clasped behind his back. All trace of a smirk was gone, but there was still a lot of anger in those hazel depths. Dean groaned and pulled himself into a sitting position. After he was sitting up he saw that the people watching the fight had parted at the sound of the voice and a very angry looking Max was making her way through.

She walked up to Chase and hissed out, "Get in the truck," when Chase hesitated she barked out, "Now!" Chase jumped and made his way out of the circle and into the parking lot. Max turned to address the crowd, "Go home, and I expect every one of you to report to HQ tomorrow bright and early."

There was a chorus of soft, "Yes, Ma'am." And, everyone departed.

Max turned to Alec with a growl. "What the hell were you thinking?"

Alec touched his split lip and said, "I wanted to see my son."

"Well he obviously didn't want to see you. Jesus, Alec. Are you trying to get yourself killed? Because it's sure starting to look like it." Then she sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, "If you really want to talk to him I suggest you do it in a public place so he doesn't kill you."

With that said she turned on her heel and left the alley and Sam ran up to Dean. "Are you okay, Dean?"

Dean looked over at Sam through a rapidly swelling eye and said, "I feel great. Don't feel like I got ran over by a Mac Truck at all. And for that matter I don't feel like I got in a fight with a transgenic."

Sam winced at his brother's reply and helped him stand up, "Let's just go back to the hotel and get you cleaned up. And, leave Chase alone for a while too. Hopefully he can find a different punching bag, too."

Dean looked over at his brother, "You think I look like a punching bag?"

Sam shook his head and said, "No, you look more like a catcher's mitt to me."

Dean groaned and just nodded, the movement starting off a headache. As they were going out Sam looked back at the alley and sighed. Dean hadn't seen the look of pure rage that was covering up the pain in Chase's eyes. Sam wondered for a second what would have happened if Max hadn't intervened.

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