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Logan kept what he had discovered to himself, hoping that perhaps this time the mighty Eyes Only was wrong.

It was possible. After all, he'd been wrong earlier about Dean being a killer.

But in this instance, he doubted it.

Still, he kept his silence for a whole day; letting the Winchesters heal.

As it turned out; he didn't need to tell them for the brothers to find out.


Dean stretched carefully; mindful of both the stitches that Dr. Carr had put in and broken bones he had sustained.
He swung his bare legs (he was clad in only a shirt and shorts) over the side of Logan Cale's guest bed, and gently peeled off the bandage to look at the wound.

His hands stilled in mid-motion, mind frozen in shock.

The damn thing was nearly healed…

He realized rather belatedly that his ribs, collarbone, and cheekbone, while sore, didn't hurt nearly as much as they should. As if they too, were knitting themselves up.

Dean blinked, feeling completely out of his element.

He was still sitting there, feeling rather dazed, when Sam walked in toweling off his hair. "Hey! You're up, how are you feeling?"

"Sam…" Dean began, then stopped.

What should he say? Hey Sam, I think I'm experiencing accelerated healing here bro, what do you think is causing that?

But the tone of his voice automatically alerted Sam that something was wrong, and the younger Winchester had crossed the floor in seconds. "Dean? Is something wrong?"

Dean bit his lip, feeling more than a little nervous. "Well… depends on your definition of 'wrong' Sammy… look at my leg."

His younger brother immediately looked at the wound… and did a double-take. His hazel-brown eyes widened in way that was almost comic… if the situation hadn't been so messed up.

"It's almost healed," Sam breathed. His eyes flicked up to Dean's face. "So is your head."

"Yeah, I saw that… how is it happening, though?"

Sam's brow was wrinkled in thought. "If I had to guess… I'd say Max's blood when she transfused you. The transgenics have advanced healing… maybe her blood is doing the same thing for you?"

"Not quite, Sam." came a quiet voice from the doorway.

Both Winchester's looked to see Logan Cale standing there; looking grim.

"Ordinarily yes, a transfusion from a transgenic will help you heal faster. But not this fast…" Logan closed his eyes briefly. "This is something else."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Cale rubbed his temples. "I think both of you need to sit down."

He waited to begin until Dean had settled back into the bed, and Sam perched on the edge.

He locked gazes with both brothers… although his eyes lingered for a long moment with Dean. "Before I tell you, for what it's worth… I'm sorry."

Both Winchesters were puzzled. "Sorry for what?" Dean asked, not liking this one bit.

"I knew that your name sounded familiar Dean, but not because of the reports from St. Louis… but from a report dated from twenty-one years ago. A report from Manticore."

"What," Sam was looking at Logan as if he were crazy. "My brother isn't from-"

"No, he wasn't from Manticore. But your father took him there. From what you said last night… he was training you to fight. I guess he was looking for an edge," Logan looked at Dean solemnly. "He took you there… where you were injected with nanobots. Manticore designed them to incorporate themselves into the body's cellular system, and stimulate metabolic activity, enhance neuromuscular function… advance healing. In short… to be like Max and Alec… only they were born that way. It's in their DNA."

Both of the Winchesters were silent, and Logan felt heartsick for Dean.

How could a father do that to his own child…

But he continued, keeping his thoughts to himself. "But apparently, either your father didn't have the heart to go all the way… or simply got frightened. After the nanobots were injected, he left with you… without them being activated."

He swallowed, and hit it home for them. "They've been dormant for twenty-one years, because they needed the right catalyst to activate them. But I'm afraid that Max's transgenic blood woke them up."

Sam asked, hardly daring to breathe. "You mean…?"

"That your brother is now on-par with the transgenics? Yes."


They were all sitting in silence when Alec rolled in. "Hey… can you say tense? What is wrong with you guys?"

Three pairs of eyes looked up at him, and he could tell immediately that something serious was up.

"Uh… did I say something?" he asked lamely.

Dean swallowed hard, striving for macho, but his green eyes were fighting the panic.

"Uh, it turns out that Logan found something out 'bout me…. Something that I didn't even know."

Alec raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"It turns out that Dean was connected to Manticore, after all, Alec. His father took him there when he was barely five-years-old, and had him injected with nanobots, but left before they were activated. Until now they were inactive, but because of a transfusion of Max's blood…" Logan shrugged helplessly. "Well, they've woken up."

And it explains why Alec and Ben look like Dean, Logan thought, mentally wincing in pain for the older Winchester. Bastards must've kept a sample of Dean's DNA… so basically Alec is a clone of Dean.

Alec's eyes, identical to Dean's, had gotten wide. "You mean… he's like a transgenic now?"

Logan shook his head. "No, not exactly like a transgenic. He's 'enhanced' … because of the nanotechnology. I'm not sure if there's any way to reverse it, or whether it's permanent in him. But we do know that it's permanent in transgenics," Logan flashed a small smile. "But yeah, enhanced immune system, heightened senses and strength. The whole package."

Both Sam and Dean stared.

"So… I'm one of them now?" Dean asked, getting to his feet, feeling the overwhelming need to pace.

Alec squinted. "Guess so… or damn close. Is that so bad?"

Dean swallowed hard. "No… it's just that…"

What if the other hunters don't understand? What if they see me as just another Supernatural creature to get rid of now?

Sam, who could read him better than anyone on earth, understood immediately, despite the lack of words.

"That will never happen, Dean."

Logan and Alec exchanged confused glances. "What will never happen?"

"He's afraid that the other hunters will take him out now… see him as something Supernatural," Sam explained. He turned to his brother. "You know that no one would ever do that. Yeah, you're different now, but look at Caleb and what he can do. Look at me."

Dean's eyes flew up to meet his younger brother's and he felt a strong urge to strangle the little shit-head.

"You fucking idiot." Dean hissed underneath his breath.

But it was too late. Both Alec and Logan were looking at them.

"What can you do?" the transgenic asked Sam, face alight with curiosity.

The elder Winchester rubbed his head tiredly.

Damn Sam and his friendly puppy-dog mentality. He supposed both he and Sam could be likened to dogs, but while he was a pit-bull, Sammy could be compared to a Golden Retriever. Kid was friendly to everyone, just like the damn dog.

Even now, Sam had on his familiar puppy look, hazel eyes huge and innocent as he looked sideways at Dean.

"Dean.. They did save your life. If they were going to hurt us-"

"I'm sorry Geek-Boy… But I'm thinking that blow to the head has damaged brain cells. In our line of work, it pays to be cautious."

Logan held up a hand, interrupting the brothers' bickering. "Guys… if you don't want to tell us, you don't have to. But I swear to you, you're safe here."

"Yeah, this is, in fact, the safest place on earth. The crusader for justice would never turn you in." Alec muttered softly, in a tone meant only for himself.

However, he wasn't thinking about Dean's new abilities, and he watched with surprise as Dean's eyes locked on his own, and raised an inquiring eyebrow.

"Crusader for justice?"

"You weren't supposed to hear that." Alec murmured to Dean, feeling Logan's heated gaze on him.

"Well, I did. And if you wanna hear Sammy's secret… you better start talking, too."


There you go! Another chapter... Dean's secret revealed. I just hope it was okay.