Super Angel Chapter 4
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in ages. I got a new computer, and then I got stuck at a point in the story. Eh, here's the next chapter!
Alec looked into the eyes of his double. That was his friggin' face! What the hell was going on? Perhaps this was the Dean everyone kept mistaking him for? Alec didn't have much time to dwell on the thought as he saw the double's finger twitch on the trigger.
Dodging to the side with superhuman speed, the spray of bullets just narrowly missing his face, Alec rolled underneath the nearest single bed, as Jason growled slightly, having missed his target. Untangling his face from a cast-off brassiere, Alec spluttered and with both his hands pushed the bed up. Jason stepped back as the entire bedframe, mattress and all, flew up and smashed into the door beside him. Taking aim, Jason unloaded another shot at Alec, who flipped backwards onto the other bed, crouching atop it.
"Listen, Dean, you probably think I'm some kind of reverend or weight-lifter, but that Bobby guy and Sam already checked me out, I'm cool, alright?!" Alec yelled desperately. The room was small, he couldn't dodge the shotgun indefinitely.
Jason's only reply was to lift the barrel of the shotgun and fire again. Alec tumbled to the side, off the foot of the bed, suddenly pinwheeling his arms to stop from losing his balance and stepping into Ruby's circle. Jason turned the shotgun to him again; Alec wasn't sure he could dodge this one flat-footed. The gun jammed, to Alec's relief, and Jason threw it to the side methodically.
Until Jason pulled out a silver knife and advanced on him.
"What is it with you people and silver freaking knives?!" Alec demanded, turning to face Jason more squarely. Now that he had ditched the shotgun Alec could neutralize the situation. Pulling off a quick spin-kick, Alec knocked the knife from Jason's hand, which flew to the side and impaled itself in the wall. Bringing his foot up to Jason's chest, Alec hefted and kicked his chin with the other foot, somersaulting backwards midair in the process. As Jason fell back, Alec crouched and charged forwards, knocking into Jason in midair and piledriving him into the far wall, leaving a large indent in the plaster. Rising up, panting, Alec wiped his mouth and turned from the form of Jason lying on the ground. Picking up the crowbar from where he'd dropped it, Alec turned back to Jason, ready to interrogate him.
"Now, Dean, you calm right down or I will use necessary brutal force," cautioned Alec, standing over him.
Jason reached into his pocket, chuckling slightly. Alec didn't like the look of that, and hefted the crowbar up warningly. Jason looked up at him, mouth bloody.
"I know your weakness, alien," he wheezed.
'Alien, that's a new one,' Alec thought to himself, when he suddenly felt himself weaken with horrible pain. Dropping the crowbar, Alec fell to his knees, struggling to breathe, as Jason slowly rose up. The situation mirrored the one moments before, only now it was Jason standing over Alec.
And he was holding up not a crowbar, but a green meteor rock.
Dean awoke strapped to a chair, a biting pain in the back of his neck. He tried to move his head, but an iron griphold held him still. Ben was finishing the touches on the barcode he was tattooing onto Dean. With a practiced hand, he guided the needle down the final bar.
"What the hell's going on here?!" Dean demanded, bracing for the pain as the needle stuck him again.
"You believe the Blue Lady watches over you?" asked Ben absent-mindedly, as he had his previous tests. Dean's eyes flurried about, bewildered.
"Dude, I have not seen any blue friggin' ladies. Now extract yourself from the twelve kinds of crazy you are and let me go!"
"Ah, a non-believer. You want to test my faith. I won't be swayed so easily."
"I don't wanna test anything except your 'letting-Dean-go' skills, you crazy nutter!"
Dean struggled under Ben's hand, causing him to mislabel his barcode. Damn. Now it read "X5-49J". That made no sense whatsoever. Sighing, Ben put the tool down and circled around, leaning over Dean. Dean slowly rose his head up to peer into his own reflection.
A long, silent pause followed, interrupted when Dean spat into Ben's face.
"You shapeshifting son of a bitch! I friggin' hate shapeshifters!"
Ben wiped his face with the back of his sleeve, humourless. He pulled a tray of weapons up to him, and loaded a pistol.
"Which do you want," Ben asked neutrally.
"What?" Dean asked incredulously.
"I'm going to give you a weapon of your choice. You can have a ten minute headstart. Then I will come after you. We'll see who the Blue Lady favours."
"Buddy, you're gonna give me a weapon? What's stopping me from shooting you right here?"
"You can try," Ben replied curtly, snapping off Dean's cuffs. Dean leapt from the metal chair, grabbing the first weapon his hand touched; appropriately enough, a Winchester M12 Trench Gun. Pumping it, he pointed it at Ben.
"Prepare to taste a real Winchester," Dean said, grimacing on the inside a bit. That was kind of lame. Dean pulled the trigger.
He did not expect Ben to dodge faster than the eye could see. The shot, which should have taken the double clear in the chest, had completely missed at near point-blank range. Dean lowered his gun fearfully, as Ben looked up at him with a sad smile on his face.
"Nine minutes," he said.
Dean turned and bolted.
Alec squirmed in roiling pain under the glow of the green meteor rock. What the hell was this? This intense agony; Alec had never felt anything like it. It was like his blood was on fire!
"Kryptonite. That's what the Swann's call this stuff. The only weakness the aliens have."
Jason cracked his neck, spitting a glob of blood on the floor. Looking down at Alec in disgust, he gave him a firm kick to the side. Alec grunted pitifully. Jason laughed.
"You're all the same. I know all about you aliens. You come here, looking just like us. Powerful, advanced beings. Destined to rule the planet, all that crap. We're nothing but slaves and toys to you! You take our parents, our friends," Jason paused. "My girl."
Jason dropped the kryptonite so that it landed heavily next to Alec, whose face contorted in even more pain. Turning to Ruby, who was watching amazed, he looked her over.
"You okay?"
Ruby, wily as ever, played along.
"That crazy alien stuck me inside this trap thing! Help, please, let me out!"
Jason looked down at the chalk lines.
"That's a trap?" he asked skeptically.
"Yeah, alien technology! Just run some water over it, break the circle, please, I want out!"
Jason acquiesced, moving towards the sink in the bathroom to his right. Alec struggled to yell out, to warn him.
"No… n-no… don't… don't list-listen to h-her…" he rasped, his eyes seeing nothing but green anguish.
"Shut up," Jason snapped. Walking back with a glass of water in his hand, Jason began to up-end the entire glass onto the chalk Devil's Trap.
"NO!" Alec screamed. Drawing upon his last reserve of strength, Alec lifted his arm and forcefully brought it down on the green meteor rock, sending it through the floor into the room below.
Ruby's mouth opened into a wide grin as the circle broke. Spreading her arms wide, she suddenly made a gesture as if to throw up. A torrent of black smoke burst out of her mouth as her body hung limp like a rag doll. The smoke violently gushed out of her, whirled about the room once and then entered Jason, who was helpless against it.
Alec got to his feet, quickly recovering from his meteor-induced sickness. Charging at Jason, Alec saw as the last tendril of smoke disappeared into Jason's mouth. Jason's head whipped around to Alec and a hand snaked out, trapping him by the throat. Lifting him up, Alec was forced to look into the inky black eyes of Jason; but it wasn't Jason anymore.
"Payback time," laughed Ruby in Jason's body, turning and throwing Alec clear of the room, through a glass window to fall to the ground six stories below.
Dean fell back against a tree trunk, breathing heavily. He was in a dense forest, with only the M12 and no extra ammo. Damnit! How did he even get into this situation? Some crazy shapeshifting bastard was trying to hunt him? Dean would go to Hell before he let that happen!
Not knowing how ironic his last thought had been, Dean formulated a plan. He was a Hunter, damn it! No shapeshifter could outwit him! Getting up, Dean dragged his feet along, inadvertently kicking an object on the ground.
Hello. This was just what he needed.
Alec screamed as he fell. He couldn't help it; he was about to die. No amount of cat DNA was going to help him land on his feet; it was simply too high. So Alec screamed. And screamed. And took another breath, and screamed. And took another breath.
Alec realized a full four seconds later he hadn't died yet. What… the…
Opening his eyes, Alec looked up. There was the building, right above him. But it was no longer moving away. Alec turned his head to the side. Well, there was the pavement. A foot under him. He reached out and touched it. Okay. So why was he floating?
As soon as the thought occurred to him, he came crashing down the last foot, knocking the breath out of his lungs with a hoarse 'Oof!'
Alec laid back. Okay, he could float. That was… new. He'd never heard of any other transgenics flying spontaneously. Then again, he'd never heard of no krypto death rocks in his time either. He was practically flying blind here! Screw this crap!
Alec picked himself up gingerly, dusting himself off. He found his left hand gripping a piece of material; he must've ripped it off his double's coat when he was grabbed. Feeling something hard inside, he unwrapped the brown material to find a keyring. Car keys. To hell with Bobby and Sam, they could deal with Squidboy Dean when they got back!
With that, Alec made his way to the parking lot around the back, searching for the vehicle that went with the keys. Pressing a button on the little gizmo attached to the keyring, he suddenly heard a short hoot burst out of a red Beetle behind him. Wow. That was not what he had expected Deanie the Meanie to drive.
Jumping into the car, and seeing the sparkly beads draped over the rearview mirror, Alec guessed the car was stolen. Alright. If he wanted to know how to get back to his old life, he had to find out from Dean. With Dean going through his little personality change what with Ruby possessing him and all, the next best shot he would have is retracing wherever Dean had been.
Opening the glove compartment and piecing together some information, Alec sat back and gave a long sigh.
Kansas, Smallville. That was gonna be a long, long drive.
Alec started the car.
Ben stalked through the forest. He bent down on one knee, pressing his hand to the ground. A footprint. Ben got up again. The Other had stopped running. He was walking now. It meant he was ready to fight back.
Ben's ears pricked at a sound. He turned to his right, lifting up a pistol and pulling back the hammer. There, movement in the bushes! Ben fired off a round. The thing scattered away. Ben followed in quick pursuit, unloading three more precision shots.
Coming to a pond, Ben looked down to see a wounded lizard. It hadn't been the Other, then. Ben saw a movement from the corner of his eyes, to his left. Lifting the pistol again, Ben turned to see Dean suddenly ducking behind a tree in the distance.
Dean huddled against the tree, tense. Hopefully the crazy shapeshifter hadn't spotted him. Taking a deep breath, Dean slowly peeked out from behind the tree again…
But Ben was gone. What… the…
Dean felt rather than heard the clicking of a hammer being drawn back on a pistol. He lifted his arms up, turning to Ben, who held the gun aimed right at his forehead. Dean looked up at the barrel of the gun, going a bit cross-eyed. Gulping, he looked back at Ben.
"Listen, dude, you win, okay? No need to kill me."
"I'll not fall for your trick, demon. You're testing my resolve."
"Demon? Man, I hunt demons for a living, and last I checked they AREN'T ME!"
"Any last words for the Blue Lady?"
"Bite me."
Ben pulled the trigger. Dean pressed his head forward and turned, bumping into the gun as it slipped past him. The gun fired right next to Dean's ear, filling his head with painful ringing as he tackled Ben, slamming him into a tree trunk. Bringing a hand up to his left ear, Dean wiped away blood as he fell to the ground. Sprawling about to get up, he managed to stumble away, Ben taking his time to pick his pistol up from the ground where he'd dropped it.
Dean desperately ran, trying to get back where he'd planted it. The forest was so confusing. He could barely make heads or tails about where he was. He thought he heard footsteps behind him. He needed more time!
There! His first marker! He had left the M12 next to a large rock, muzzle pointing in the direction he'd need to go. Leaning over and picking up the gun, he fired a shot into the air, as much to warn off Ben as to alert him to where he was. Stumbling onwards, Dean counted his steps; he didn't want to step on it by accident.
Fifty-one, fifty-two… god why'd he plant it so damn far away… fifty-five…
Dean suddenly swooned a bit, fortunately it turned out, as he heard a shot ringing as it sped past him, missing him by inches. Oh god, that crazy shapeshifting bastard had already caught up to him! What Dean wouldn't do for a silver knife right then…
Fueled by a fresh burst of adrenaline, Dean counted off the final twelve paces. There, soon he would arrive at the…
A mournful moan escaped the mouth of a little black bear, its foot trapped in the bear trap Dean had so carefully found and laid out under foliage for Ben to step in. The trap that was now useless.
Dean went absolutely mental.
'I leave the damn thing alone for twenty minutes and it catches a friggin' BEAR?!'
Bobby ushered Sam off the stairway. Sam had finally agreed to come back with Bobby to discuss what to do about the whole Ruby and Dean look-a-like situation. Bobby didn't show it, but he was worried about Sam. There was something different about him, a recklessness he had never known. Those thoughts dissolved as they turned the corner to the motel room Sam had hired out.
The front door was on the floor, splintered wood and a blood splatter across it. Bobby and Sam exchanged a quick glance, and both pulled out handguns. They would be ready for whatever was in there.
Stepping into the wrecked motel room, they found quite a sight. The beds were in total upheaval, what looked to be shotgun spray across the walls, Ruby's limp body lying in the broken Devil's Trap and a silhouette standing by a broken window.
"Alec, what in hell is going on here? This place looks like a warzone!" Bobby exclaimed.
"You don't know the half of it, Bobby," replied the figure.
"Alec? Are you alright?"
"Not Alec." Bobby peered over. It wasn't Alec, after all… he looked… older…
"Hey there Sammy. Long time no see," grinned Ruby, in Jason's body. Of course they would mistake her for Dean. This Jason was a dead ringer, right down to the age and hairstyle.
"…Dean?" Sam croaked, unbelieving.
"Believe it, buddy," Ruby said, taking a swig from the Holy Water bottle. The bottle she had filled with regular water.
"C'mon, Sammy. We've got hunting to do." Ruby smiled inwardly; yes, this would work, very nicely.
Dean just fell to his knees. The world was a sick joke, man. A stupid, sick joke. He, a Hunter, being hunted, trapped a bear in the bear trap that he'd left for the damn shapeshifter that was hunting the Hunter that hunts shapeshifters! Dean felt like screaming.
The barrel of the pistol bumped against the back of his head. Ah, shit. He was about to get executed, in front of the damn bear that should've just minded its own business, no less.
"I hope you're happy, you stupid bear! I'm dead, and the best you'll get is a bum leg! This is all your fault! It was this close to friggin' WORKING!" Dean raged. God, he hated that bear so friggin' much.
"I wouldn't worry about the bear," chimed Ben. "You've got your own problems."
"Now you're getting a sense of humour on me?! Screw you!"
The bear moaned in pain again.
"Shut up, Pooh!" snarled Dean.
The bear just looked at him with baleful, shiny black eyes. Ben cocked the gun and prepared to finish Dean.
"What, no final words this time?" asked Dean.
"You waived that privilege last time."
A sudden roar caused Ben to flinch, as Dean ducked his head down. The gun went off, the shot missing Dean and going into a nearby tree. Dean looked up to see the little bear wriggling about, its moaning getting louder, as Ben suddenly went flying overhead. Ben fell, sprawled across the dirt and foliage, and laid still. Dean slowly turned, wide-eyed, to see a mother black bear towering over him. It roared, flecks of spittle raining down on Dean.
Dean screamed. And screamed. The mother bear roared. And roared.
Dean scrambled back as the mother bear dropped to all fours. Suddenly feeling a warm fuzzy wall against his back, Dean realised that he was up against the little bear. Oh holy mother of hell.
The mother bear glared at him. It looked pissed. Dean was terrified. It was a friggin' BEAR. Vampires? No problem. Werewolves? Easily dealt with. Bears? They'll rip your face off! You couldn't just stab it with a silver knife and hope it went away!
Frantically turning to the side, Dean scrambled with the bear trap. If he could… just… there! The spring latch came free, and the bear trap loosened. The little bear gingerly pulled its paw out of the trap. Okay. Maybe mama bear wouldn't rip him limb from limb after all. Dean turned back to her hopefully. She was still pissed. As she raised what seemed to Dean like a giant paw, he braced for the pain. Mauled to death by a bear. In the future. It just didn't, seem, fair.
A blur of motion tackled the mother bear, knocking her back. Dean straightened up to see the shapeshifter bastard friggin' wrestling with the mama bear. He would've laughed if it had been a different situation. He was practically watching himself wrestle a bear! It was absurd!
No time to waste then, Dean had to take the chance and get the hell out of there. He made a mental note to pray his ass off to the Virgin Mary when he got back into town, thank the lady for her weird sense of humour.
Dean suddenly stopped in his tracks. Oh wait, that Blue Lady. Huh. What a weird way to refer to Jesus' mum.
Epiphany appreciated, Dean hauled ass back to Seattle.
It was slightly past midnight, and Alec was making a turn onto another highway. It was desolate; barely anyone was out on the road. He yawned, not seeing a red-and-blue blur speeding towards him from behind.
Suddenly Alec was in the air, the red Beetle swinging dangerously with the hood pointed towards the starry sky.
"Whoa!"
Alec promptly opened the door and rolled out, landing on all fours. He looked up at the car, expecting to see it spontaneously floating. What he met eyes with was a young man with black hair, blue eyes, and a bright red jacket over a blue shirt. And he was lifting up the freakin' car! Just holding it! In his hands! Alec fell back flat on his butt.
The dude looked down at him, recognition flashing across his face.
"Jason? Jason Teague?" the dude said, putting down the car as an afterthought. As a freakin' afterthought!
"Buh… I… who?" Alec spluttered. He was beginning to see things. That must be it. Things just stopped making sense. Oh god, maybe he'd gone crazy like his clone Ben. He was probably in Psy-Ops right now, being mindraped by that crazy girl with the voice. Wow she freaked him out.
"Jason. It's me, Clark," the dude interrupted his thought process.
"Clark?" echoed Alec blankly.
"Clark Kent."
"Superman?"
End-note: Oh yeah. I went there.