Chapter 6

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dark Angel or Supernatural characters. For this fic I changed the DA time line. The pulse has already hit and Alec is out of Manticore in 2009. The characters of Lexi, Jake and Jackie are from a Supernatural AU Verse that I write. This is my first DA fic so please be kind. I hope you like it. Thanks to everyone that has been reading this story. Reviews would be great.

A couple of days after Jake's birthday, Dean sat at the kitchen table cleaning the guns. Alec sat across the table watching eagerly as Dean methodically took a part each gun and gave it a thorough cleaning. Ben glanced up every now and then to see how much progress had been made but was more concerned with the drawing he had in front of him. He had asked Jackie if she could teach him how to draw like she did that morning. She had given him a simple sketch to copy after dinner and he had been at it ever since. Ben erased the line he had just made and started again. He wanted the sketch to be perfect. He bit his lip in concentration as he attempted to copy the fluid lines Jackie had drawn.

Dean looked over at Ben curious as to what the boy was doing. The idea of having two clones didn't seem as weird to Dean anymore. The more time he spent with them he began to notice differences among the two. For instance, Alec was slightly taller and heavier than his older twin Ben. Where Ben was reserved, Alec was outspoken and opinionated. Dean saw a lot of himself in Alec but the same was true for Ben. Like Dean, Ben internalized what he was feeling. He was quieter and didn't have a need to keep a steady stream of conversation going like his brother did. He also liked to fix things but the best thing in Dean's opinion was that Ben liked cars. He had already promised the boy that when him and Sam got back from the hunt they were going on, him and Ben would go out in the junk yard to find a car to restore together. Ben's eyes had lit up in excitement asking Dean exactly what day and time he would return.

Ben felt Dean's eyes on him and peered up from his drawing. He quirked his eyebrow at him while simply stating, "Alec wants a gun." That's all Ben needed to say to get the scrutiny off of him. Dean was now focused on Alec who was shooting dirty looks at his twin. Ben shrugged while he smirked at Alec before going back to his drawing. He heard Dean tell his brother that under no terms where they going to touch a gun while living with them until they were teens. Ben put his pencil down loudly to get Dean's attention. He folded his hands neatly on the table as he met Dean's eyes. Once he had the man's full attention he said very calmly and quietly, "If I need a gun, I will take one. I'm faster than you and the ordinaries at Manticore. You won't stop me."

"I know..." Dean nodded while reaching across the table to squeeze Ben's hand. "Let's hope it never comes to that."

The three sat in silence after that with Alec still throwing the occasional dirty look at his brother. Ben didn't care though. He understood the reasoning of the gun ban but he knew if the situation ever arose he would be able to get his hands on a weapon. Why Alec was being stubborn about it Ben didn't know, maybe it was because Alec still didn't feel safe here. Ben did though. He had already memorized all the exists, the locations of weapons and the ammunition. Ben smiled to himself realizing that was what Alec's problem was. Alec was never one for having a contingency plan, as Alec put it, he always just winged it.

As if on queue, Dean had announced it was time for the boys to get to bed. Alec blinked at him. He had to be kidding. It was only 2100 hours and they only needed four hours of sleep. What did Dean expect them to do for the other six to seven hours while they all were still asleep? Alec had a plan, a diversion if you will. Granted it wasn't a solid one but he was going to give it a go. He stood up from the kitchen table blurting out, "Dean I SWEAR there's something under my bed."

"Really, Alec? You're not just saying that cuz you heard Jake say it last night? Is this your latest half baked plan to put off going to bed?"

"NO. I SWEAR. I saw SOMETHING. I thought you got hunted monsters and I have a legitimate case for you to investigate."

"That's right kiddo. I'm the thing that monsters have nightmares about."

Dean made his way up to the third floor with Alec trailing behind him. He was pretty sure the kid was making up seeing something under his bed. After all, this was Bobby's house and he had it locked down like Fort Knox. He looked over his shoulder at Alec who was keeping up a steady stream of conversation, though the majority of it was reasons why he should be allowed a gun. "I already told you kiddo, no guns until you're 16."

"That's a ridiculous rule. I'm a genetically enhanced super solider. I've been able to shoot a gun since I could walk."

"Super solider or not, it's still not happening."

Turning his flash light on, Dean crouched down to get a good look under Alec's bed just in case the kid wasn't lying. He swept the flash light back and forth a couple of times but there was nothing under the bed except for a pair sneakers and some toys. Dean stood up brushing off his pants before sitting on Alec's bed. "There's nothing there."

Alec sat on Ben's bed and shrugged trying to appear innocent but Dean wasn't buying it. He knew Dean figured out that it was all ruse and began to fidget under the man's gaze. Alec wasn't going to crack damn it. He was trained for subterfuge, hell he excelled at it. Lying came easy to Alec. He always found the right words rolling off his tongue. When for some reason the words wouldn't come to him, he was able to cover with a smirk and a snarky remark. Now, though, under the weight of Dean's gaze, he couldn't think of anything to say. He felt beads of sweat break out on the back of his neck as Dean said his name casually. Alec licked his lips willing himself not to meet the man's eyes but somehow, he found himself looking into green eyes that were identical to his. "Fine, I lied to get you up here so I could plead my case."

"The answer's final, Alec. No guns till you're 16."

"Give me one good reason."

"Fine. Me and Lexi agreed. She wants to selvage what's left of your childhood. Let you boys be kids. You can't be a kid and pack heat man."

"That's...can't you talk to her?"

"Trust me when I tell you she's not going to budge on this one. I know we're not your parents...but she cares about you boys, we both do. That's a good thing. If you're worried about protecting yourself from Manticore don't be. I swear to you Alec, as long as I'm around, they're not getting their hands on you ever again. I promise you that."

The Next Day

Lydecker was pissed. This was not good news. Two boys fitting X5-493 and X5-494's descriptions were spotted in the diner 5 days ago. They were with a young couple and another small boy. All the witnesses stated the same thing the couple had breakfast with their three sons. The father was described as being Caucasian, in his late 20's to early 30's, approximately 6'1" to 6'2", 175 to 185lbs, Brown hair and light eyes. The mother was described as Caucasian, in her mid 20's, approximately 5'4" to 5'5", 115- 125lbs, long brown hair and light eyes. No one saw the vehicle they were driving and the couple paid cash. One witness did state that they heard the woman say the man's name but all she could remember was that it began with the letter D.

Lydecker looked at his notes and rubbed his face. He was tired of chasing down dead end leads. He did have a theory of who the man posing as 493 and 494's father was. He kept telling himself that was an impossibility. He had gone to St. Louis himself to verify the death of Dean Winchester. He had even procured the police files of the case and handed them over to the committee. That was one thing he wished he never did. His kids, 493 and 494, were tortured down in Psy Ops for six months to make sure they didn't inherit any psychological anomalies that would turn them into serial killers because of what their donor had done.

It never did sit well with Lydecker. He found it hard to believe that John Winchester's oldest would murder innocent women. The boy that he had met was more than a capable solider, he was righteous. He believed in his father's cause even if others, Lydecker himself included, thought John had gone off the deep end. He could tell by the way the boy conducted himself that he saw the world in black and white. In Lydecker's opinion, that made Dean Winchester dangerous because he thought of himself as one of the good guys, a hero. John had trained his son well, a little too well to be honest. If Dean Winchester did manage to fake his death in St. Louis what were the chances that 493 and 494 were traveling with their donor? If the kids were with him, the chances of finding them were not good. Lydecker knew Dean would go deep like John had taught him. Now, having to follow a trail that was five days old was going to be a huge problem.

"What now sir?"

Lydecker turned to his second in command and barked, "We check every flea bag motel, greasy spoon and dive bar within a 100 mile radius. You find out the make and model of their vehicle. They had to go through a security check at some point." Lydecker closed the file he was holding while praying they caught a break. Otherwise, he'd have to tell the committee two of their super soldiers were out in the wind with their presumed dead donor.

Two Weeks Later

Dean toed off his boots before walking into the kitchen. He wanted to be as quiet as possible so not to alert Lexi that he was there. She was standing in front of the counter with her back to him immersed in preparing that night's dinner. She hummed while she chopped the vegetables totally unaware of his presence. He waited for her to put the knife down before he pounced. He grabbed her by the waist spinning and lifting her up causing her to shriek. He laughed against her neck, "Scared you?"

"You're not funny."

"I am too." He put her back down nuzzling her neck as he did so. "I missed you."

"You're back early. I didn't expect you back until Thanksgiving. Didn't you say the hunt would be about a week?"

"We got lucky. Turned out to be a vengeful spirit. Ya know just a good old salt and burn." Dean cocked his head to the side suddenly noticing how quiet the house was. He looked around the kitchen and back to his wife asking, "Where is everybody?"

"Jake's taking a nap and Bobby, Jackie, Alec and Ben went hunting. Not hunting like our kind of hunting. HUNTING, you know for food. Bobby said a city girl like Jackie couldn't bag dinner. So you know she had to go and the boys begged until Bobby agreed to take them."

Dean smiled down at her backing her up against the counter as he slowly licked his lips. "So, we're alone?"

She pushed him away slightly leaving her hand on his chest. "No, we're not alone. Jake's here and I assume Sam is here as well. Besides, I'm cooking dinner so stop what you're trying to do right now. And don't look at me like that Dean Winchester."

"Ah, you can't blame me for trying. I missed you."

Lexi shook her head and handed Dean a knife. He shrugged in turn and began to help her prepare dinner. She filled him in on what had gone on while him and Sam were away. Nothing too eventful except for Alec falling out of the huge Oak tree out back. Dean smirked asking if he landed on his feet which got him a jab to the ribs and a dirty look. Lexi explained how he broke his arm but it was completely healed the next day. Dean raised his eyebrow pulling a face, "So they are super soldiers then."

"Seems like it."

Alec and Ben were sitting up in the blind listening intently. They both hated having to sit up there quietly but Bobby said this is how ordinaries hunt. Alec would've preferred hunting much better if Bobby had let him and Ben go through the woods alone with their own shot guns. He'd bet they'd come back with way more than just one stinking turkey.

They were sitting there for what felt like hours. When Alec heard a faint noise. Ben turned to look at his brother and nodded. He had heard it too. There was something headed towards the clearing. Now they were excited. Finally some action was headed their way. Turns out the action wasn't a turkey but a buck. The boys stared at it completely caught off guard by it's beauty. They didn't want to kill it, they wanted to get closer to inspect it. Ben's head jerked in Bobby's direction when he heard him tell Jackie this one was his. Ben blurred knocking the shot gun out of the older man's hand while Alec did the same to Jackie. "What the hell?" Bobby growled.

"You can't kill it." Ben and Alec stated in unison.

"And why the hell not?"

Ben jutted out his chin and crossed his arms, "Because it's beautiful and innocent."

Bobby looked at him and Alec not bothering to hide his surprise. He wasn't expecting that to come out of the boys mouth at all. "Fine. I won't kill Bambi today. Now you two idjits go back to the house with Jackie and I'll get us some dinner."

Ben and Alec stared at Bobby suspiciously but allowed Jackie to lead them out of the blind and towards the house. She reassured them that Bobby was a man that kept his word and if he said he wouldn't kill any deer today he wouldn't. The boys nodded and began to race each other back to the house. Jackie sighed following the boys, stopping occasionally to yell at them to stop blurring.

They ended up with "hunter's" stew that night. Neither boy wanted to know what the meat was that Bobby had added to the stew since it tasted so good. They both ducked their heads and shoveled the stew into their mouths as Bobby began to tell the story on how the buck got away. Sam laughed while Dean looked at his clones in horror. At the moment he couldn't believe they shared his DNA, Sam's yes but his? Dean shook his head as he pointed his spoon at each boy in turn, "You've spent WAY too much time with my wife. That's some tree huger hippie shit she picked up in college. Animals, except for pets, are meant to be eaten. No clones of mine are gonna be eatin salads and rabbit food like Sammy."

"Hey!"

"What Sammy it's true. You eat like a woman. We go out to get food and you order a salad like my wife."

Sam huffed and raised his eyebrows at his older brother. "So, what, I'm not a man because I like salad."

"No." Dean smirked using his spoon as punctuation, "You're a man but you're not a warrior. See warriors like me, we need meat, we like meat. We can't live off of rabbit food."

Sam just rolled his eyes and let Dean go on for a minute more. Once he was done Sam stared at his brother asking if he had a plan yet for getting into the hall of records. Dean shook his head no before pushing Sam's shoulder, "I'm sure you already have a plan college boy."

"Yeah, I do. We do it this Friday, the day after Thanksgiving. The office will be closed until Monday."

"Sounds like a solid plan, Sammy." Dean smirked this time hitting Sam's shoulder harder, "Hell, you know I'm in."