Just a Matter of Time: Part 4: "Which Way Ought I To Go From Here?"
Title: Just a Matter of Time
Authors: art_of_mayhem and candygramme
Dean Winchester/Alex Krycek
Appearances: Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Dana Scully, Fox Mulder and others.
Word Count: 3,356
Rated: This part is PG, but it will be NC-17 slash in future parts
Beta: The beautiful lorelei633, who has stuck with us to the bitter end.
Disclaimer: Dean belongs to Erik Kripke and Alex belongs to 1013 Productions. We make no money.
Spoilers: Not in this part. Later there may be vague spoilers to 'In My Time Of Dying'
Teaser: "Me?" Dean made a face and shrugged, "Not much to tell. But if I were you, I'd invest in cell phones. In the future, everyone has them." Dean reached in his pocket, digging around before he pulled his out and handed it over. "Even has a camera in it." Dean flipped it open and took a picture of Alex before handing it over to him."
Chapter titles are borrowed from "Alice in Wonderland"
This story is finished and complete, and we intend to post it rapidly.
Traffic out of Boston was incredible, and for what seemed like hours, they were stopping and starting. Alex had seemed to snooze for a while, but then suddenly turned to Dean. "So tell me about Dean Winchester and the fabulous future," he said, looking fascinated.
Dean had to bite his tongue about everything that Alex had told him, and he was half thankful he had to work the clutch and the stick to keep the car going in traffic. It sounded to him as if Mulder was trying to get people to accept that the supernatural existed instead of just killing things and fading back into the woodwork as most hunters did. Who cared about who recognized your work, as long as you saved lives?
"Me?" Dean made a face and shrugged, "Not much to tell. But if I were you, I'd invest in cell phones. In the future, everyone has them." Dean reached in his pocket, digging around before he pulled his out and handed it over. "Even has a camera in it." Dean flipped it open and took a picture of Alex before handing it over to him. “How much of that did you believe? The stuff Mulder was doing?" Dean asked as he took a turn.
Alex's eyes were round as he examined the little phone. "Oh, man, this is straight out of Star Trek." He seemed preoccupied as he studied the phone. "Wow. All those companies making film for cameras are going to shit bricks when this stuff comes out. Cell phones? Awesome. I'll bear that in mind."
He scratched his head. "Mulder is usually right about what he calls his 'extreme possibilities'. I saw enough to know that he's not completely full of it, however bizarre his thoughts are, but I've gotta tell you, he scares me as much as his ghosts do. Frankly, I think he ought to be locked away in a padded cell for the good of himself and everyone else around him." Alex sighed. "He's hot though," he added, looking sad. "Got a hell of a mouth on him."
Dean took his cell phone back, slipping it back in his jacket pocket. Things were slowly seeping back into Dean's memory - his childhood, his father taking him to shoot for the first time, he and his brother Sammy rough-housing in the back seat of the Impala. How he took care of his little brother. Then there was his first kill, at sixteen, taking the thing out in the woods, while Sam waited in the car. That was the point he believed that things had truly changed for him, and he’d known what he wanted to do, what he had to do.
There were still things, however, that remained blank. He still had no idea how he'd ended up in the past. He couldn’t recall why his father had left him or why his brother had done so before that. Dean had to ask himself if he really wanted to remember those things, if he was going to be stuck here in 1995. He reached over and turned on the radio. Maybe, he thought, the music would help.
"Why do you say he should be locked away? I mean, if you saw some of the things for real, how can you say that?" Dean looked over at Alex, ignoring Alex's comment about Mulder's mouth.
"Let me tell you about Mulder," said Krycek, frowning. "He used to be the best profiler in the F.B.I.. He could get into the mind of a serial killer like no one else could. He'd nail the unsub every time, but it took its toll on him. All of a sudden he just quit the Violent Crimes unit and moved down into the basement with his X-Files, all that paranormal stuff. He believes in stuff that you and I would raise our eyebrows at, and he's still putting himself into the mind of the killer, only now the killer is usually a werewolf or a shapeshifter, and that's scary. Who would want to give themselves over to the paranormal that completely?" Alex tapped on the dashboard in time to the music and gave Dean a look that was more than usually piercing. "I can understand wanting to know more about what's out there, but I'm not willing to lose everything to do it."
Dean met Alex’s eyes, and then fixed his gaze back on the road ahead. Alex was going to be in for a big shock, if he managed to stay glued to Dean's side through this encounter. Dean was just glad Alex hadn't seemed to notice how well Dean was taking his time travel experience. A little too well, the casual observer might think.
"We'll stop someplace for the night once we get another couple hundred miles under our belts." Dean pushed down harder on the gas. This wasn't the Impala, but it did have some get up and go. The rest of the drive was relatively quiet. Dean kept the talk to safe subjects. Topics he could answer without giving away too much. Alex had finally fallen asleep, and it was well into the night, before Dean pulled over to get a motel room. In the office, Dean asked for a room with two beds, queens.
Returning back, he woke Alex, "C’mon. Got us a room." He walked around to it, unlocking the door and heading right for the bathroom.
Following behind, Alex smiled to himself at the young man's confidence. He checked his watch and then called out to Dean. "Got to go find a drug store and get myself a toothbrush or so. You need anything? What about food?"
Ordinarily, he kept the bulk of his belongings in the trunk of his car, but his toothbrush and toiletries were still lying on the counter in the bathroom back in Massachusetts, and Alex didn't feel much like going back to retrieve them. This was much more interesting. He fumbled in his pocket for his car keys and then recalled that he'd given them to Dean. Grinning, he settled down in an armchair to await Dean's emergence from the bathroom.
Dean emerged shortly, wiping his wet hands upon his jeans, "Yeah, get me some of those things, oh, and a coffee. I'll eat whatever you bring back, I'm not picky." Dean stretched his body until his spine cracked before digging in his pocket and tossing his companion the keys. Once Alex got up and left the room, he moved over to the window, looking out as he wondered if he truly could trust the man, or if he should just ditch him right now and go in search for his father on his own. John wasn't going to take too kindly to a Fed. That much Dean remembered. Either way, Dean was going to have to wait a few minutes so he lay down on one of the beds, crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes... just for a few minutes.
When Alex returned from his foraging trip, bearing toiletries, candy and the requested food, he found Dean dead to the world. He was lying on his stomach, having rolled over and slid his hand under the pillow, and his short hair stuck out in all directions. His face was pale, and the freckles stood out like gold dust on his skin. Long lashes spilled onto his cheeks, and he was snoring gently, apparently exhausted. Alex felt a rush of tenderness as he gazed down at the man, and was almost inclined to let him sleep on.
However, Dean was still fully dressed, and he would almost certainly wake up at some awkward hour of the morning if not settled properly, so he put the food he'd brought down - merely a burger and fries from an all night eatery he'd found beside the drug store - and gently shook him awake. "Hey, Dean. Come on, buddy, I've got your sumptuous repast.”
One bleary eye appeared from its hiding place in the pillow, and Dean peered at Alex, then struggled up to a sitting position. He grabbed the coffee and blinked owlishly at his companion, but didn’t say anything, merely nodded as he drank and then turned to the food, demolishing it in just a few bites.
“Sleep,” he grumbled, pulling off his shoes and jeans and then finally climbing into the bed and seeming to fall asleep in a few seconds.
~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~
“So we’re going to Waco?” Alex got a mere nod from his companion as they set out again the following morning. “What’s your dad doing in Waco anyway?”
“Nothing.” Dean was terse as he put the car in gear and pulled away. They’d stumbled out of bed, washed and bundled everything into the car along with themselves. Breakfast was somewhere on the road ahead and Alex was feeling grouchy.
“He must be doing something,” he growled.
“Hunting.” Dean reached for the radio, wondering if he should tell his companion about his father. Dad would likely kill him, if he did.
Mysterious, thought Alex. Oh, well, if he wants to maintain an air of mystery, who am I to argue? Aloud, he muttered, "So what's your dad hunting? What is it that you do, exactly, Dean?"
Shifting his eyes to the side to gaze at Alex, Dean found himself still debating if he should tell him. Arguments ran through him but mostly in his dad's voice, telling him that no one should know what they do, save for those they helped. Victims were the only ones who'd understand, although on reflection Alex was watching a guy who spent his life looking into the paranormal, so he already knew some of the things that could be out there.
Dean suddenly pulled the car over to place it into park. He turned the radio off before shifting to look at Alex. "Remember when I asked you about Mulder? You said he looked into the paranormal -the strange stuff you saw. Well... the man is not all that whacked in the head. Probably obsessed with proving it and trying to get others to believe him, but... those things are real. I know. My mother was killed by one of them." He paused a moment to let that soak in.
"So that’s what we’ve been hunting. We just help others along the way. If you think the things that Mulder showed you were strange, you should see all the shit I’ve seen - and killed."
"You mean that you go chasing aliens and shit?" Alex looked a little stunned, and no wonder. It was a shame, he thought. Dean was so sexy, so damned beautiful. What a pity that he'd turned out to be the same kind of flake that Mulder was. He chose his words carefully, avoiding Dean's gaze. "You mean that you and your family hunt..." The paranormal, Dean had said, so maybe not just aliens. Alex coughed and smiled a little, although the smile didn't reach his eyes. "The paranormal is ghosts and goblins and that kind of thing, am I right? And you do what? Go around exorcising them?"
It must be something to do with the mouth, Alex thought to himself. The sexier the mouth, the nuttier the guy behind it. Surreptitiously, he looked at his reflection in the mirror behind the sun visor, trying to determine how much of a nut he might be. He'd never really thought of his own mouth as sensual before, but now he wondered. He chased aliens around too, after all.
"Aliens? I'm not a freak," Dean turned away, sounding totally pissed. "You know this is why hunters don't advertise." He reached to put the car in gear but then stopped again and turned back to Alex. "I can't make you believe me. I'm not even sure I want to." He looked Alex over, then opened the door. "Sorry I dragged you out here. I'll find a ride the rest of the way. You can go back to... whatever the hell you were doing." He climbed out, closing the door.
"Christ, you're touchy!" Alex climbed out after him. "Look, all I know is what you tell me, right? You tell me that you do the same stuff that Mulder does. That's what he does. He chases after aliens - he's got a poster of a flying saucer on his wall that says, 'The truth is out there!' Me, I think that he's a little out there himself, but if that isn't what you do, maybe if you tell me, instead of throwing a fucking hissy fit, I'll draw the right conclusions." He was angry now, fists balled and tension tight in him. "And you know what? If I'm not even worth the trouble of telling me what the hell you do, then fuck you and fuck the horse you rode in on. I don't need another asshole dicking me around."
"I don't go chasing after aliens!" Dean whirled around. "That IS fuckin' out there. No. I chase and hunt after things that actually exist, things that can fuck you up. Poltergeists, demons, evil spirits. That thing under your bed you were so scared of. That monster in your closet. That scraping at your window. Bet your pretty boy doesn't even know how to ward them off, does he? Do you have a clue what you need to do to keep a vengeful spirit from doing any more harm? Does he know about the salt? Does he know to burn the bones? It's not a glamorous job. Hell it doesn't even pay, but it's what we do. And personally I could care less if the fuckin' world knows about it - unlike Mulder. But you know what? Right now, I'm the freak. Out of time. Stuck in the past. I need to get back. I need to get the rest of my memory back. Because something in my gut right now tells me there's something I'm supposed to do. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna get on my horse and head that way." He pointed.
"Yeah, well, I was helping you, wasn't I?" said Alex, dry humor in his voice. "Only you seemed to be desperate to pick a fight with me, so if you wouldn't mind telling me what that's all about, I'd be grateful." He leaned back on the hood of his car and stared at Dean. "Just what is it with you? I never know what the hell's gonna piss you off next. Don't you want my help, or is my deodorant past its expiration date?"
"Because you're government, and..." Dean looked away, toward where he hoped to find his father. "And my dad would beat the crap out of me if I brought you with me. It's not like what we do is legal." He looked at Alex and then walked back over, leaning on the car beside him.
"Me? Government?" Alex gave a bitter laugh. "I'm so not government, that it's actually kind of funny. The Feds would like to get their hands on me for a number of reasons. I was undercover in the F.B.I. to watch Mulder, but like I told you, he caught on to me and I had to abort the mission. I work for a syndicate of high ranking government officials, but I'm freelance. I decide what orders I take and how to carry them out." He gave Dean a bleak look and spread his hands. "And if you let your dad or anyone else beat the crap out of you, maybe you aren't the guy I thought you were, either."
Dean stared at the ground. There was something about his dad he couldn't remember. Something important he should tell Alex, but the more he tried to think on it the more it frustrated him. He tipped his head towards Alex, "Just who did you think I was?"
"I thought you were a guy with a problem, and I could help you. That's all." Alex nudged Dean with his elbow. "You gotta admit, it's an unusual predicament, and I'm fascinated. I want to know what happens next, you know, and if you keep on threatening to walk out on me, I'll never know, so just... be nice, okay?"
Dean rocked with the nudge and nodded with a sigh. "Okay, just don't give me those puppy dog eyes." He pushed away from the car, turning to stare at Alex for a long moment. The man had incredible eyes, lips that were begging to be kissed, and there was just something about his voice. Somehow the way Alex wore his hair reminded him of Sam, the way the wind was blowing it in his eyes. "We aren't far now, I guess we should get going."
"Puppy dog eyes? What puppy dog eyes? This is my sultry, come hither look. Don’t tell me you're immune!" Giving Dean the benefit of his sexiest smoldering look, Alex climbed back into his car and sat, drumming his fingers on the dash. "So tell me about the vengeful spirit thing. You really get into it with vengeful spirits? How do you know what to do with them, anyway?"
Dean couldn’t help but smile as he walked around to his side and got in. "Sultry huh?" Dean grabbed Alex's collar and pulled him close, giving the man a devastatingly sultry look of his own, "If that was the case, a boy like me might think you were coming onto him. And you wouldn't take advantage of a boy with memory loss would you?" He smirked.
"Hell, why not? That way, if we fell out again I could deny everything, and you'd be powerless to prove me wrong." Alex leaned in towards Dean, one eyebrow raised and a knowing smile on his lips. "Besides, being the innocent young fella that I am, I could be wrong, but I might misunderstand your hand on my neck and think that you were upping the ante a little."
"Would you really think that?" Dean asked as his hand moved lower. Damn but the man's skin was warm, and Dean could feel his heart beating. Dean knew his own was already beating just as fast. He leaned in further, their lips nearly touching, and he allowed his breath to caress Alex's cheek as whispered, "I don't think you would be denying anything."
"I don't think I'd want to, would I?" murmured Alex, suddenly feeling his body tighten as Dean's fingers touched the soft skin at the back of his neck, caressing it slowly as though he didn't realize he was actually doing it. He'd wanted to seduce Dean almost since the first moment he saw him, and the fact that the other man had suddenly turned the tables on him was exciting. He paused, waiting to see if Dean would tease, or if he'd actually give him a taste of that incredibly succulent looking mouth. "I think I'd be more likely to be begging for more."
"I'd have you begging all right," Dean whispered, exhaling against Alex's ear. He drew back slowly but not very far, then moved in again as if to kiss him but, instead, dipped his head to the other side, giving a light scraping bite to Alex's neck, just below his left ear. "I'd give you such a time you wouldn't be able to forget it." He exhaled against Alex's right ear.
"You're a tease, aren't you?" Alex was hard now, his cock pressing against his jeans as if it wanted to fight its way through the fabric. He slid his hands up along Dean's arms to his shoulders and then cupped Dean's face, gently turning it so that their noses touched. "I'm afraid that there's just no other answer right now. I'm going to have to teach you a lesson." Slowly, he leaned forward again until he could brush Dean's lips with his own in the gentlest of caresses. "Oh, yeah, that's what I wanted," he said. "And this..." And with that, he pressed closer, closing the gap between them so that he could kiss Dean for real.
Authors: art_of_mayhem and candygramme
Dean Winchester/Alex Krycek
Appearances: Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Dana Scully, Fox Mulder and others.
Word Count: 3,356
Rated: This part is PG, but it will be NC-17 slash in future parts
Beta: The beautiful lorelei633, who has stuck with us to the bitter end.
Disclaimer: Dean belongs to Erik Kripke and Alex belongs to 1013 Productions. We make no money.
Spoilers: Not in this part. Later there may be vague spoilers to 'In My Time Of Dying'
Teaser: "Me?" Dean made a face and shrugged, "Not much to tell. But if I were you, I'd invest in cell phones. In the future, everyone has them." Dean reached in his pocket, digging around before he pulled his out and handed it over. "Even has a camera in it." Dean flipped it open and took a picture of Alex before handing it over to him."
Chapter titles are borrowed from "Alice in Wonderland"
This story is finished and complete, and we intend to post it rapidly.
Traffic out of Boston was incredible, and for what seemed like hours, they were stopping and starting. Alex had seemed to snooze for a while, but then suddenly turned to Dean. "So tell me about Dean Winchester and the fabulous future," he said, looking fascinated.
Dean had to bite his tongue about everything that Alex had told him, and he was half thankful he had to work the clutch and the stick to keep the car going in traffic. It sounded to him as if Mulder was trying to get people to accept that the supernatural existed instead of just killing things and fading back into the woodwork as most hunters did. Who cared about who recognized your work, as long as you saved lives?
"Me?" Dean made a face and shrugged, "Not much to tell. But if I were you, I'd invest in cell phones. In the future, everyone has them." Dean reached in his pocket, digging around before he pulled his out and handed it over. "Even has a camera in it." Dean flipped it open and took a picture of Alex before handing it over to him. “How much of that did you believe? The stuff Mulder was doing?" Dean asked as he took a turn.
Alex's eyes were round as he examined the little phone. "Oh, man, this is straight out of Star Trek." He seemed preoccupied as he studied the phone. "Wow. All those companies making film for cameras are going to shit bricks when this stuff comes out. Cell phones? Awesome. I'll bear that in mind."
He scratched his head. "Mulder is usually right about what he calls his 'extreme possibilities'. I saw enough to know that he's not completely full of it, however bizarre his thoughts are, but I've gotta tell you, he scares me as much as his ghosts do. Frankly, I think he ought to be locked away in a padded cell for the good of himself and everyone else around him." Alex sighed. "He's hot though," he added, looking sad. "Got a hell of a mouth on him."
Dean took his cell phone back, slipping it back in his jacket pocket. Things were slowly seeping back into Dean's memory - his childhood, his father taking him to shoot for the first time, he and his brother Sammy rough-housing in the back seat of the Impala. How he took care of his little brother. Then there was his first kill, at sixteen, taking the thing out in the woods, while Sam waited in the car. That was the point he believed that things had truly changed for him, and he’d known what he wanted to do, what he had to do.
There were still things, however, that remained blank. He still had no idea how he'd ended up in the past. He couldn’t recall why his father had left him or why his brother had done so before that. Dean had to ask himself if he really wanted to remember those things, if he was going to be stuck here in 1995. He reached over and turned on the radio. Maybe, he thought, the music would help.
"Why do you say he should be locked away? I mean, if you saw some of the things for real, how can you say that?" Dean looked over at Alex, ignoring Alex's comment about Mulder's mouth.
"Let me tell you about Mulder," said Krycek, frowning. "He used to be the best profiler in the F.B.I.. He could get into the mind of a serial killer like no one else could. He'd nail the unsub every time, but it took its toll on him. All of a sudden he just quit the Violent Crimes unit and moved down into the basement with his X-Files, all that paranormal stuff. He believes in stuff that you and I would raise our eyebrows at, and he's still putting himself into the mind of the killer, only now the killer is usually a werewolf or a shapeshifter, and that's scary. Who would want to give themselves over to the paranormal that completely?" Alex tapped on the dashboard in time to the music and gave Dean a look that was more than usually piercing. "I can understand wanting to know more about what's out there, but I'm not willing to lose everything to do it."
Dean met Alex’s eyes, and then fixed his gaze back on the road ahead. Alex was going to be in for a big shock, if he managed to stay glued to Dean's side through this encounter. Dean was just glad Alex hadn't seemed to notice how well Dean was taking his time travel experience. A little too well, the casual observer might think.
"We'll stop someplace for the night once we get another couple hundred miles under our belts." Dean pushed down harder on the gas. This wasn't the Impala, but it did have some get up and go. The rest of the drive was relatively quiet. Dean kept the talk to safe subjects. Topics he could answer without giving away too much. Alex had finally fallen asleep, and it was well into the night, before Dean pulled over to get a motel room. In the office, Dean asked for a room with two beds, queens.
Returning back, he woke Alex, "C’mon. Got us a room." He walked around to it, unlocking the door and heading right for the bathroom.
Following behind, Alex smiled to himself at the young man's confidence. He checked his watch and then called out to Dean. "Got to go find a drug store and get myself a toothbrush or so. You need anything? What about food?"
Ordinarily, he kept the bulk of his belongings in the trunk of his car, but his toothbrush and toiletries were still lying on the counter in the bathroom back in Massachusetts, and Alex didn't feel much like going back to retrieve them. This was much more interesting. He fumbled in his pocket for his car keys and then recalled that he'd given them to Dean. Grinning, he settled down in an armchair to await Dean's emergence from the bathroom.
Dean emerged shortly, wiping his wet hands upon his jeans, "Yeah, get me some of those things, oh, and a coffee. I'll eat whatever you bring back, I'm not picky." Dean stretched his body until his spine cracked before digging in his pocket and tossing his companion the keys. Once Alex got up and left the room, he moved over to the window, looking out as he wondered if he truly could trust the man, or if he should just ditch him right now and go in search for his father on his own. John wasn't going to take too kindly to a Fed. That much Dean remembered. Either way, Dean was going to have to wait a few minutes so he lay down on one of the beds, crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes... just for a few minutes.
When Alex returned from his foraging trip, bearing toiletries, candy and the requested food, he found Dean dead to the world. He was lying on his stomach, having rolled over and slid his hand under the pillow, and his short hair stuck out in all directions. His face was pale, and the freckles stood out like gold dust on his skin. Long lashes spilled onto his cheeks, and he was snoring gently, apparently exhausted. Alex felt a rush of tenderness as he gazed down at the man, and was almost inclined to let him sleep on.
However, Dean was still fully dressed, and he would almost certainly wake up at some awkward hour of the morning if not settled properly, so he put the food he'd brought down - merely a burger and fries from an all night eatery he'd found beside the drug store - and gently shook him awake. "Hey, Dean. Come on, buddy, I've got your sumptuous repast.”
One bleary eye appeared from its hiding place in the pillow, and Dean peered at Alex, then struggled up to a sitting position. He grabbed the coffee and blinked owlishly at his companion, but didn’t say anything, merely nodded as he drank and then turned to the food, demolishing it in just a few bites.
“Sleep,” he grumbled, pulling off his shoes and jeans and then finally climbing into the bed and seeming to fall asleep in a few seconds.
~~~~~~~oo(O)oo~~~~~~~
“So we’re going to Waco?” Alex got a mere nod from his companion as they set out again the following morning. “What’s your dad doing in Waco anyway?”
“Nothing.” Dean was terse as he put the car in gear and pulled away. They’d stumbled out of bed, washed and bundled everything into the car along with themselves. Breakfast was somewhere on the road ahead and Alex was feeling grouchy.
“He must be doing something,” he growled.
“Hunting.” Dean reached for the radio, wondering if he should tell his companion about his father. Dad would likely kill him, if he did.
Mysterious, thought Alex. Oh, well, if he wants to maintain an air of mystery, who am I to argue? Aloud, he muttered, "So what's your dad hunting? What is it that you do, exactly, Dean?"
Shifting his eyes to the side to gaze at Alex, Dean found himself still debating if he should tell him. Arguments ran through him but mostly in his dad's voice, telling him that no one should know what they do, save for those they helped. Victims were the only ones who'd understand, although on reflection Alex was watching a guy who spent his life looking into the paranormal, so he already knew some of the things that could be out there.
Dean suddenly pulled the car over to place it into park. He turned the radio off before shifting to look at Alex. "Remember when I asked you about Mulder? You said he looked into the paranormal -the strange stuff you saw. Well... the man is not all that whacked in the head. Probably obsessed with proving it and trying to get others to believe him, but... those things are real. I know. My mother was killed by one of them." He paused a moment to let that soak in.
"So that’s what we’ve been hunting. We just help others along the way. If you think the things that Mulder showed you were strange, you should see all the shit I’ve seen - and killed."
"You mean that you go chasing aliens and shit?" Alex looked a little stunned, and no wonder. It was a shame, he thought. Dean was so sexy, so damned beautiful. What a pity that he'd turned out to be the same kind of flake that Mulder was. He chose his words carefully, avoiding Dean's gaze. "You mean that you and your family hunt..." The paranormal, Dean had said, so maybe not just aliens. Alex coughed and smiled a little, although the smile didn't reach his eyes. "The paranormal is ghosts and goblins and that kind of thing, am I right? And you do what? Go around exorcising them?"
It must be something to do with the mouth, Alex thought to himself. The sexier the mouth, the nuttier the guy behind it. Surreptitiously, he looked at his reflection in the mirror behind the sun visor, trying to determine how much of a nut he might be. He'd never really thought of his own mouth as sensual before, but now he wondered. He chased aliens around too, after all.
"Aliens? I'm not a freak," Dean turned away, sounding totally pissed. "You know this is why hunters don't advertise." He reached to put the car in gear but then stopped again and turned back to Alex. "I can't make you believe me. I'm not even sure I want to." He looked Alex over, then opened the door. "Sorry I dragged you out here. I'll find a ride the rest of the way. You can go back to... whatever the hell you were doing." He climbed out, closing the door.
"Christ, you're touchy!" Alex climbed out after him. "Look, all I know is what you tell me, right? You tell me that you do the same stuff that Mulder does. That's what he does. He chases after aliens - he's got a poster of a flying saucer on his wall that says, 'The truth is out there!' Me, I think that he's a little out there himself, but if that isn't what you do, maybe if you tell me, instead of throwing a fucking hissy fit, I'll draw the right conclusions." He was angry now, fists balled and tension tight in him. "And you know what? If I'm not even worth the trouble of telling me what the hell you do, then fuck you and fuck the horse you rode in on. I don't need another asshole dicking me around."
"I don't go chasing after aliens!" Dean whirled around. "That IS fuckin' out there. No. I chase and hunt after things that actually exist, things that can fuck you up. Poltergeists, demons, evil spirits. That thing under your bed you were so scared of. That monster in your closet. That scraping at your window. Bet your pretty boy doesn't even know how to ward them off, does he? Do you have a clue what you need to do to keep a vengeful spirit from doing any more harm? Does he know about the salt? Does he know to burn the bones? It's not a glamorous job. Hell it doesn't even pay, but it's what we do. And personally I could care less if the fuckin' world knows about it - unlike Mulder. But you know what? Right now, I'm the freak. Out of time. Stuck in the past. I need to get back. I need to get the rest of my memory back. Because something in my gut right now tells me there's something I'm supposed to do. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna get on my horse and head that way." He pointed.
"Yeah, well, I was helping you, wasn't I?" said Alex, dry humor in his voice. "Only you seemed to be desperate to pick a fight with me, so if you wouldn't mind telling me what that's all about, I'd be grateful." He leaned back on the hood of his car and stared at Dean. "Just what is it with you? I never know what the hell's gonna piss you off next. Don't you want my help, or is my deodorant past its expiration date?"
"Because you're government, and..." Dean looked away, toward where he hoped to find his father. "And my dad would beat the crap out of me if I brought you with me. It's not like what we do is legal." He looked at Alex and then walked back over, leaning on the car beside him.
"Me? Government?" Alex gave a bitter laugh. "I'm so not government, that it's actually kind of funny. The Feds would like to get their hands on me for a number of reasons. I was undercover in the F.B.I. to watch Mulder, but like I told you, he caught on to me and I had to abort the mission. I work for a syndicate of high ranking government officials, but I'm freelance. I decide what orders I take and how to carry them out." He gave Dean a bleak look and spread his hands. "And if you let your dad or anyone else beat the crap out of you, maybe you aren't the guy I thought you were, either."
Dean stared at the ground. There was something about his dad he couldn't remember. Something important he should tell Alex, but the more he tried to think on it the more it frustrated him. He tipped his head towards Alex, "Just who did you think I was?"
"I thought you were a guy with a problem, and I could help you. That's all." Alex nudged Dean with his elbow. "You gotta admit, it's an unusual predicament, and I'm fascinated. I want to know what happens next, you know, and if you keep on threatening to walk out on me, I'll never know, so just... be nice, okay?"
Dean rocked with the nudge and nodded with a sigh. "Okay, just don't give me those puppy dog eyes." He pushed away from the car, turning to stare at Alex for a long moment. The man had incredible eyes, lips that were begging to be kissed, and there was just something about his voice. Somehow the way Alex wore his hair reminded him of Sam, the way the wind was blowing it in his eyes. "We aren't far now, I guess we should get going."
"Puppy dog eyes? What puppy dog eyes? This is my sultry, come hither look. Don’t tell me you're immune!" Giving Dean the benefit of his sexiest smoldering look, Alex climbed back into his car and sat, drumming his fingers on the dash. "So tell me about the vengeful spirit thing. You really get into it with vengeful spirits? How do you know what to do with them, anyway?"
Dean couldn’t help but smile as he walked around to his side and got in. "Sultry huh?" Dean grabbed Alex's collar and pulled him close, giving the man a devastatingly sultry look of his own, "If that was the case, a boy like me might think you were coming onto him. And you wouldn't take advantage of a boy with memory loss would you?" He smirked.
"Hell, why not? That way, if we fell out again I could deny everything, and you'd be powerless to prove me wrong." Alex leaned in towards Dean, one eyebrow raised and a knowing smile on his lips. "Besides, being the innocent young fella that I am, I could be wrong, but I might misunderstand your hand on my neck and think that you were upping the ante a little."
"Would you really think that?" Dean asked as his hand moved lower. Damn but the man's skin was warm, and Dean could feel his heart beating. Dean knew his own was already beating just as fast. He leaned in further, their lips nearly touching, and he allowed his breath to caress Alex's cheek as whispered, "I don't think you would be denying anything."
"I don't think I'd want to, would I?" murmured Alex, suddenly feeling his body tighten as Dean's fingers touched the soft skin at the back of his neck, caressing it slowly as though he didn't realize he was actually doing it. He'd wanted to seduce Dean almost since the first moment he saw him, and the fact that the other man had suddenly turned the tables on him was exciting. He paused, waiting to see if Dean would tease, or if he'd actually give him a taste of that incredibly succulent looking mouth. "I think I'd be more likely to be begging for more."
"I'd have you begging all right," Dean whispered, exhaling against Alex's ear. He drew back slowly but not very far, then moved in again as if to kiss him but, instead, dipped his head to the other side, giving a light scraping bite to Alex's neck, just below his left ear. "I'd give you such a time you wouldn't be able to forget it." He exhaled against Alex's right ear.
"You're a tease, aren't you?" Alex was hard now, his cock pressing against his jeans as if it wanted to fight its way through the fabric. He slid his hands up along Dean's arms to his shoulders and then cupped Dean's face, gently turning it so that their noses touched. "I'm afraid that there's just no other answer right now. I'm going to have to teach you a lesson." Slowly, he leaned forward again until he could brush Dean's lips with his own in the gentlest of caresses. "Oh, yeah, that's what I wanted," he said. "And this..." And with that, he pressed closer, closing the gap between them so that he could kiss Dean for real.