Chapter Two
Sam pushed the dead body off him with every ounce of his energy and with a final heave it moved. After half an hour of cursing, hauling and yelling he was more than angry. Hell he was furious. He stretched his legs and blessed them for working perfectly. It seemed a miracle that he had got out without a scratch but the awful realization that Dean was out there with the beast left a bitter lump in his throat.
"Dean!"
The only replies were his echoes. He walked to where the creature had dragged Dean. There were blood droplets on the dry leaves. His jaws tightened, his fists clenched. He followed the track of the blood droplets until he came across the creature that had wounded Dean. It was lying dead on the grass. Dean had to be somewhere near. Looking around for any clues, he saw a roof of a shed partly hidden by the foliage. Dean had to be in there…
Somewhere in Seattle
It was dark inside, almost pitch black and the silence was unsettling. Three days in the confined room and he felt like his mind would snap. He wasn't used to this; sitting mutely listening to his own breathing and contemplating the consequences of his actions. He was born a warrior, raised as a soldier and staying idle had never been part of the training. A light was flipped on and Alec squint his eyes when the blinding light filled the room. The door of his solitary cell was swung open with an irritating creak and two men clad in suits came in.
"Get up!"
He could have taken the crap out of them within a minute but the handcuffs, why did they have to handcuff him and tie his legs?
Boldly he stood up and smirked spitefully. He was unceremoniously shoved out of the cell. They took him through a corridor dimly lit by torches on either side. It looked like he was in some kind of a dungeon or an underground building. There was a door at the end of the corridor. They stepped into a room. There were two men, one was sitting at the furthest corner in the shadow and the one standing near a table had jet black hair and a cunning face. He had seen him while he was in Manticore but he couldn't remember his name.
"So we meet again X5-494," the man standing spoke quietly.
"What do you want?" Alec huffed, his eyes boring into his with an unflinching stare.
The man smiled as he looked at him and signalled to the men that had brought him there. Grinning viciously, they punched him and pushed him to the centre of the room. Alec rubbed the blood from his nose with the back of his hand and laughed raucously.
"What, you can't do it yourself?" he asked.
"X5-494, the cocky and arrogant scum who thinks he can play games with anyone," the man drawled, the wicked smile still plastered on his face.
"You bastard!"
Alec would have plucked the smile out of his face and shove it down his throat had his hands been free to move.
"Too bad your curiosity got you into trouble. Do you know what I do with people who put their noses where they don't belong?"
"Sacrifice them to whatever friggin' thing you guys are worshipping," Alec replied bitterly.
"Ah, so you know what we're doing. In any case you're right but before that, I have a little surprise for you," he said. "Bind him to the chair!" he commanded the men.
The man went out and when he came back he was holding a heated rod using a pair of tongs.
"Hold him!"
The next thing he knew was the excruciating pain at the back of his neck. The bastard had branded his skin in the shape of a snake just like the one he had drawn in his notebook. That had been the cult's emblem. Not even once did a scream escape from his mouth. The man wanted him to beg or cry but he would get no such pleasure from him.
"That, X5-494, is the Eye of The Cobra," the man said.
"You're gonna pay for this!"
The other man in the shadows stood up and walked towards him.
"What shall I do to him Master?" he asked to the other man who had icy blue eyes.
The other man stared at him and Alec was sure that his eyes were gleaming black. For some reason, those cold black eyes gave him the creeps. He had never seen someone do that.
"His time is not yet ready. Lock him up," he replied coldly.
"You're gonna pay for this!" Alec repeated as the men grabbed his arms and yanked him out of the room.
He had to get out of this place. Sooner or later they were going to kill him unless he found a way out before it was too late...
Blackwood forest
"Alec can you hear me?"
There was no reply. His eyes were tightly shut, only the regular rising and falling of his chest reassured her. He was breathing steadily but the wound, it needed medical care. Earlier, she had found an abandoned shack and for fear of encountering more of those dog-like creatures, she dragged him to the shack, lain him on a table, called Logan and nursed his wounds as best as she could. Max pulled the chair closer to the table. She looked at his face, it looked peaceful. She brushed a hand over his blonde hair and sighed pensively.
"What did they do to you?"
Max took out a knife from her pocket and clasped the hilt as she examined it. The blade was sleek and sharp and the words 'I Fear No Evil' were etched on it near the handle. He had been holding it as the last attempt to defend himself before he unwillingly passed out.
Dean groaned almost inaudibly, his face creased in agony. A sharp pain cut across his hand like a hammer hitting on metal. He opened his eyes, his vision swaying slightly before he could make out the figure of a woman holding a knife. Immediately, his hunter instincts kicked in and in a quick movement he rose up, wrested the knife from her grasp and pinned her against the table.
"Who are you?" He demanded.
"It's me Alec…Max," she replied.
She had not expected the attack and it had startled her. He slackened his grip, gave her an assessing look before finally releasing her.
"Who's Alec?"
The woman looked at her with a bemused expression. "You gotta be kidding me, they didn't mess your brain, did they?"
She watched him closely, trying to figure out why Alec was acting strange. Dean was not sure what she meant.
"I'm not Alec. My name is Dean."
Max frowned as she pondered over what he had just said. Was he joking? But the look on his face showed that he was serious. Was he another clone? she thought. He resembled Alec so much. What the hell was going on? Alec was nowhere to be found and then suddenly another copy just pops up out of nowhere.
He knelt down and put the knife safely in its hidden place in his boot. His father had given him the knife and he had treasured it all his life. It was John who had curved the words 'I Fear No Evil.' The same words were embedded on the Colt in Latin.
"I have to get my brother," he said as he glimpsed the wound on his arm. It hurt like hell but at least it had stopped bleeding and it looked clean. The woman must have taken care of it while he was asleep. He glanced at her kindly.
"You're hurt and there could be more of those creatures out there. I've called my friend, he will bring help."
"I need to find Sammy."
He was worried about Sam. God! What if the beast he had shot wasn't dead? He hoped Sam was alright. He had to see that he was okay.
Max could see the determined look on Dean's face. It was the same resolute look that Alec would have when his mind was set on doing something.
"Then I'll help you find him," she replied.
He nodded and smiled weakly. They were hardly near the door when it was suddenly thrust open.
"Sam!"
"Dean!"
"You okay little brother?" Dean asked as Sam stepped into the shack.
Sam smiled. "I'm fine Dean. You're the one who's hurt."
"I'll be fine."
For the first time he seemed to notice the woman that was standing near Dean. He looked at him questioningly. Dean cleared his throat.
"Err Sammy, meet Max. She just saved my life."
A/N: This is my first crossover story and I'm a little worried about it. How did I do? Please tell me. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.
