A/N: Wow, eight reviews (and counting!) This has far surpassed my expectations. Thanks to the following reviewers:

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Now back to the story!

P.S. I have no medical training or knowledge whatsoever, so please forgive any discrepancies in this chapter.

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"Dean?"

"Yeah?" his older brother replied absently as he concentrated on the highway taking them steadily towards Seattle.

"Seattle is under martial law-"

"So?"

"They have sector checkpoints. You have to have a pass to…" he trailed off as Dean reached in his pocket and whipped out two sector passes. "To get through." he finished lamely.

Dean grinned. "Did you think I wouldn't think of that? I know everything, little brother."

Sam took the offered sector pass dangling from Dean's hand. A Class One VIP sector pass, his picture on it, identifying him as Special Agent Robert Singer of the Department of Homeland Security.

"How did you get these…" Sam shook his head. "Never mind, I don't wanna know."

The older hunter flashed a cocky grin. "Well, that's good little brother. 'Cause If I told you, I'd have to kill you."

Sam shook his head, but curiosity had gotten the better of him. He knew from research that obtaining Class One VIP sector passes were extremely difficult to obtain.

So he was dying to know how Dean had gotten a hold of a pair that looked, to his eye at least, damn legitimate.

Dean's mouth twisted into a smile.

"What?" Sam asked, confused.

"You're just dying to ask how I scored those sector passes, aren't you? I bet five more minutes, and steam is gonna start pouring outta your ears from frustration."

Sam rubbed his weary brown eyes, "How sordid are the details?"

His older brother shot him a wicked grin. "Let just say I happened to run into a certain, exquisite young woman named Maya Grant, who happened to-"

Sam clapped his hands over his ears. "I so do not want to hear the rest of this conversation!"

Dean's lips twisted. "Hey, what can I say? She wanted me; she works for the sector police, I … after things were over, I ask if she could do us a favor."

"Which she obviously was all too happy to comply."

Dean shrugged. "What can I say, Sammy? The ladies can't resist me."

Sam rolled his eyes. As much as he hated to admit it; it was true. Women flocked to Dean in droves.

"Maya mentioned something weird though… after we're you know…"

Wryly, Sam shook his head. "Yeah, what?"

"She asked if I've been in Seattle for so long, why was I just asking for the sector passes now."

Sam wrinkled his forehead in confusion. "What did she mean by that?"

"She says that that I've been in Seattle for awhile now. She's seen me around. Was a little pissed that I didn't stop by and… say hello."

The younger Winchester 's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "That's weird… and disturbing. Sounds too much like the shapeshifter deal."

"Yeah, except for he's buried under my name in a plot in St. Louis."

"I'm sure that there's more than one shapeshifter in the world, Dean."

"Yeah, or maybe it's just another good-looking guy that happens to live Seattle…" Dean paused. "Although I'm sure he's not as handsome as me. Washington couldn't be that lucky."

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"Would you answer your damn cell-phone?" Max snapped.

"Ah, I would, but um, well, it's someone that's very angry with me right now. As in wants my head… handsome as it is, removed from my body." Alec replied, peering at the readout on his cell-phone.

"Lemme guess, yet another woman who's understandably pissed off that she's found out that she's nothing but a notch on your bedpost?"

"Max, that is so…" he trailed off, obviously unable to think of a snappy comeback. "Uh, yeah, that's a affirmative. But April seemed didn't seem so… possessive when I met her."

"Which was?"

"Two days ago."

"God, you are such a slut."

"Max! That hurts." he exclaimed theatrically, putting a hand over his heart.

"Um, I'm remembering another situation similar to this… played out right here in fact. With Little Suki and Marina?"

Alec's expression hardened abruptly at her words, and Max regretted her words.

As he was undoubtedly remembering … and reliving one of his Manticore solo missions… in which he fell in love with his target's daughter, Rachel Barrisford.

Alec was unable to complete his mission; even told Rachel the truth. That he had been sent to kill her father, Robert.
But Manticore must had sensed Alec's conflicting emotions, when they told him to kill both Robert and Rachel and had sent someone else to do the job. They placed a bomb on Barrisford's car, and it exploded.

Even though Barrisford wasn't inside; Rachel was nearby, and was critically injured in the blast.

Minutes after, Alec was dragged back to Manticore to be unceremoniously thrown into psych-ops.

He didn't know if Rachel was dead or alive.

Never knew in fact, until Manticore burned down, and he returned to Seattle. And thereby attracted the attention of Rachel's father, who wanted revenge.

But Robert couldn't go through with it, and Alec discovered that Rachel was in a coma.

Had been ever since the bomb.

But after slipping in to talk to her… to say goodbye, with Max's help, she died the next day.

"Alec, I'm sorry, I shouldn't-" she began, but Alec cut her off.

"Forget it, Max. I'm fine. Always am, remember."

Yeah, sure… Max thought, and mentally shook her head. I'm grabbing a package, any package, and getting far away from him until he snaps out his brooding mood.

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Outside Jam Pony, Max grabbed her bike and began to ride through the streets, her mind mostly on Alec… and not on the surrounding traffic.

That was very good Max… why didn't you just plunged your heart in his chest, and rip his heart out. I mean, who he sleeps with is his own business, you shouldn't have opened your big mouth.

Suddenly a blare of a horn brought her back to awareness, and with a touch of bemused horror, that she was going to get hit by a car.

Again.

Only this car looks like it's going a little faster than Rafer was…

But even as she braced herself for the impact, the car swerved out of the way to miss her, but thereby running hard into a light-post.

Max blinked. That was odd, most of the residents in Seattle didn't give a rat's ass about other human beings… certainly not enough to take a header… hard into a telephone pole

She shook off her thoughts, then sprinted over the car.

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"Dean, don't you think we should take this a little more seriously?" Sam asked, biting his lower lip worriedly.

"Dude, would you relax! It was probably just someone who happened to look a little like me, and Maya overreacted. She's kinda like that… beautiful and with a spirited imagination… among other things."

Sam clamped his hands over his ears. "Okay! Stop right now. I do not want to hear any more!"

Dean turned slightly to shoot his brother a wicked grin. "Oh, little bro, you gotta stop being such a prude. I swear, when you were born, the hospital gave us the wrong kid. You can't possibly be my brother."

During their bantering, Dean barely noticed when a figure on a bicycle was heading straight for them… A slender, dark-haired, female figure.

His green eyes widened.

Either she wasn't paying attention, was insane, or suicidal.

But either way, Dean wasn't going to allow himself to hit her.

So he said quickly. "Hold on, Sammy!" and yanked the wheel sharply to the left, barely missing the young woman.

But he did miss her. Unfortunately, there was no way to avoid the large, looming telephone pole.

He didn't even have time to curse before the car impacted with a loud and powerful crunch against it.

Except for the hissing sound of steam escaping from the crumpled hood, silence reigned in the car.

Pain.

Sam groaned as it exploded through his head; making him wonder illogically if his brains were going to leak out of his ears.

He reached up with a trembling hand, and brushed away a sticky wetness… blood, that was running down his head.

He tried to sit up, but was assaulted by a wave of dizziness. He waited until it receded, and was reasonably sure that he wasn't going to pass out.

That was when he realized something was terribly wrong.

If they were in any accident; demon-related or not, Dean was always hovering over him, fussing over his injuries and mothering him endlessly.

But there was nothing but silence.

His eyes opened, and he turned frantically to the driver's side, ignoring the dizziness that resurged through him.

What he saw made his stomach clench horribly.

His older brother's head had connected with the driver's side window, as Dean's head lay limply against the glass, which was shattered and covered in blood.

In fact there was blood… everywhere.

"D-dean…" Sam's voice was shaky and thin with fear. "Dean, wake up!"

But his older brother didn't respond; didn't move.

"Fuck." Sam muttered, feeling more helpless by the second.

He startled when his door was wrenched open hard, and abruptly.

Revealing the woman that they had almost hit.

"Oh god, are you guys…" she trailed off as she took them in. "No, you're not all right."

Sam watched her dark eyes take in him, then apparently quickly decide that his brother was the more grievously injured.

But as her gaze settled on Dean, her eyes widened and she murmured softly "Alec?"

Confused, Sam looked up at her and blinked, feeling very creeped out. "Alec? His name isn't Alec… it's Dean."

(P.S. I hope this turns out okay. This lovely website hasn't been letting me update, hence the long time between updates. Now the editing feature isn't working, either, damn it! So anyway, I have my fingers crossed.)