Title: Just a Matter of Time: Part 9: "It Isn't Respectable To Beg"
Title: Just a Matter of Time: Part 9: "It Isn't Respectable To Beg"
Authors: art_of_mayhem and candygramme
Dean Winchester/Alex Krycek Appearances: Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Dana Scully, Fox Mulder and others.
Word Count: 7,391
Rated: This part is NC-17.
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: to 'In My Time Of Dying'
Teaser: "Jesus!" Alex's eyes were crossed, the pupils blown, and he shook his head as if trying to clear the cobwebs out of it. "Dean? Oh, God, Dean, what happened? I've got a mother of a headache." He rolled to the side, trying to get up, but then paused. "Dean? Where are we?
Chapter titles are borrowed from "Alice in Wonderland"
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Hanging back out of earshot to give the two of them privacy, Alex watched as Dean crouched beside the hole, talking to his father. It was clear on John's face that he didn't like what he was hearing. The two spoke animatedly. John was apparently holding back his anger, while Dean was smarting off, or so it seemed. It was also clear John was not too crazy about what Dean was telling him, although he did seem to be listening. And then he was cupping his hand around Dean's neck, saying something to him. And then their foreheads were resting against each other. The tenderness and love was clear to see.
Dean had started to climb out of the hole, when John suddenly grabbed at him, and the ground started to give under him. Dean scrambled to hold on, "ALEX!"
The cry made Alex jump, and he raced over to where the two of them had begun to fall down into the hole that had suddenly appeared. "Dean! Hold on. Don't let him go, John! I'm coming."
Dropping to his knees, Alex lay full length in the dirt, reaching over to find and capture Dean. John was hanging on grimly to his son's legs, and Alex grabbed Dean's belt, pulling hard to help him climb back up to where the ground was stable. When he was finally able to reach Dean's hands and help him out of the hole, the three of them knelt in the dust, panting.
"Okay, love, given that you've been down there - or maybe I should say that you will go down there in about ten years - let's develop a plan, before you just put yourself into danger all over again."
John was looking down the hole, panting before turning his head to Dean. "Well, you did say that there was a hole." He got to his feet and grinned a somewhat strained grin. "I'll go get the rope."
Dean peered down into the hole as his father moved around him, giving him a pat on his shoulder. He didn't look away, merely covered his dad’s hand with his own.
"Alex...There's something down there. Waiting. I remember." Dean’s voice was soft, and a little hoarse, now.
"What do you mean, something?" Alex frowned. "Do you suppose I should come down there with you?" He drew his gun. "Actually, I think I'd better. If it's alien technology, I'm the one best equipped to deal with it. I've been in touch with the greys and the rebels as well. I can maybe keep them from doing anything too drastic to you." He fixed John with a glare. "And before you tell me it's your job, you'd better think about the two kids waiting for you back at your buddy's place. You can't afford to get yourself hurt. I can."
"I wasn't going to argue with you," John pointed out, still with his smile firmly in place.
Dean looked at his father. There was that Winchester way. A silent speech the two of them seemed to share, and even Sam seemed to have developed it in recent months, since they’d been thrown together again, although Dean was more like their Mom in other ways.
As Alex watched, Dean grabbed the rope and started tying it into a sling. He started down.
John looked at Alex. "Aliens? I'd say that was hard to believe but in our line of work, anything is possible. And there is lore...” He coughed. “You just watch his back." John began to lower Alex down after his son.
Down in the hole, Dean was looking about. "The thing that attacked me had claws. It scratched at me." He peered up at his father one last time before turning to go into the darkness. This time he had his gun out.
"Holy shit," whispered Alex, looking around himself at what appeared to be a cave of some sort. "Where was the thing that attacked you, dude? I don't want to see you fall prey to a grey. Let me go in front, please." He pulled out his own pistol and moved up behind Dean, frowning. "Don't you think you should get a flashlight or something, before you go diving into the darkness? I have many talents, but I can't see in pitch black, and I've never been able to resurrect the dead."
"Dad?" Dean shouted up and without a word, a flashlight was dropped down. Dean tinkered with it for a moment, before it came to life. He shone it around, first down at his feet and then out along the walls. "I don't know where it came from. The damn thing came out of nowhere." Dean, as usual, paid no attention to Alex about letting him go in front to protect him. "Just keep an eye on my back. It attacked from behind."
He started walking, then frowned. "Something doesn't feel right." He stopped and looked around again. "We heard about this kid. He was possessed. It's why we came down here." He turned around towards a tunnel to one side. "This way," he said and started to walk again, aiming for the area where he’d been when he was attacked. "I remember noticing something along one of the walls. Almost metallic."
"Show me," murmured Alex, turning so that he was facing away from Dean so that he could watch his lover's back. "Go on. Let's find the place that'll take you home, love." He smiled. "Don't suppose I could come with you, could I?"
Dean started walking around, "I think that’s up to you. But would you really want to go back with me? Hell, I could turn out like Dad and eventually piss you off." Dean rounded a corner. Things were coming back to him rapidly now. "It was around here," he said, excitement in his voice as he started to run his hand along the stones.
"I want to stay with you, Dean. I feel like I'm just starting to get to know you, and that you and I could be really good together." Alex shrugged. "God knows, I've got nothing to stay for." He jumped, peering into the darkness and holding his gun at the ready. "Thought I saw something just over there. Stand still for a moment."
Dean stayed still, but twisted his body around to shine the light towards the area Alex was indicating. He kept his back to the rocks this time. Nothing was going to come up behind him. It was all the training his dad had given him that made him scan the area for anything out there in the darkness, even though the flashlight was shining in another area.
Alex relaxed again. The flashlight had shown them nothing untoward, and he heaved a sigh of relief. "I think it's clear for now. Those things are too big to merge into the shadows when you've got that kind of light, so we're safe to proceed." He followed Dean deeper into what now seemed to be a tunnel. There was a strange, acrid smell to the place, and Alex felt more and more jittery with every step they took, but he stuck close to Dean, alert for whatever might want to jump the two of them.
Dean walked along, his light leading the way. He stopped at the area where he had been attacked before and shone his light around. "It was right here." He started feeling along the walls till his hand ran into something cold, and his flashlight reflected off metal.
It felt to Alex as if his heart skipped a beat. This could be it. Dean might be gone from this time any moment, and he was suddenly dreading the thought of losing him. He was about to say something to that effect, when there was the sudden rustling sound from the shadows that lurked deeper in the tunnel. "Wanna give me the light?" he asked. "There's something to the right of us, but I can't see what. You need both hands to do whatever it is you have to do to make that gizmo work. I'll make sure it doesn't get you."
Dean handed it over, "I didn't know how I got it to work. I was fighting the damn thing that jumped me." Dean looked at the metal plate and started beating on it, hoping something would work. He heard the movement suddenly and turned slowly to see a lizard- like creature, its eyes glowing in the beam of the flashlight.
"Stay back, you ugly fucker!" Alex had already spotted the creature, and he called out, training his gun on it. When it continued to advance, he fired and watched with great satisfaction as the creature's head exploded, spattering the wall behind it. "Got it," he crowed. "Hey, if you disappear into the future, let me tell you that I'm gonna come looking for you when the time comes around. I'll never forget you, Dean."
Dean jumped as the creature came forward and then turned his head away as its head shattered. He blinked and looked at Alex in absolute astonishment. "Aliens? That was an alien? You don’t mean that those bastards are real?" He shook his head. "Wow! You will come looking for me? You promise?" He tipped his head towards Alex. "Dude, we just met and you..." He wobbled a bit.
"What can I say," smirked Alex. "I'm a decisive sort of guy." He swept the flashlight around, eyes constantly searching for signs of another alien, but all seemed silent for now. "What happened when you were here before? What did you do? We need to re-create it, because it's dangerous down here. There's bound to be more of those things around, and they're evil bastards with toxic blood."
Dean looked around. "I don't know what I did. I keep telling you that. I was fighting the damn thing. I fell backwards and hit something, and then I ended up here - well not here, but in this time." He sighed and turned his back to the device. "So... shall we fight?"
"Fight?" Alex cast a quizzical glance at Dean. "I don't want to fight with you. Just keep on working at recreating the situation. You want me to throw you against it?" he asked Dean. Maybe you need to hit it with force, or maybe you need an alien to trigger it." He strode forward and grabbed hold of the dead creature's arm, dragging it back to where Dean still stood. "All right. Let's try this," he said, and jabbed the clawed arm at Dean. "Do whatever you were going to do before."
Dean made a face at the alien, leaning back a little. He grabbed it and took it from Alex, tossing it aside. He then grabbed Alex, positioning him before him. "Okay, come at me. Throw yourself into me. All your weight. Maybe it’ll take the both of us." He took a deep breath and psyched himself up to be ready for it.
Nodding his assent, Alex frowned as he concentrated and took a breath, readying himself to rush Dean. As he started forward, there was a hissing growl from behind them, and a second alien dived forward, clawing at Alex's back as he hit Dean, crushing him against the metal plate in the wall.
Dean was trying to reach for the gun when he was slammed back. He held Alex tightly to him, going cold all over, just like before. Dean felt darkness flashing over him, before both he and Alex fell to the ground. Dean lay there for a moment, winded, until it he heard Sam's voice in the distance. He blinked, feeling a weight upon him. He lifted his head to see what it was, and saw Alex. "Alex?" he whispered.
"Jesus!" Alex's eyes were crossed, the pupils blown, and he shook his head as if trying to clear the cobwebs out of it. "Dean? Oh, God, Dean, what happened? I've got a mother of a headache." He rolled to the side, trying to get up, but then paused. "Dean? Where are we? Did it work? Are we both in the future?"
Dean rolled over, his head aching as well. He reached for Alex, half-expecting him to disappear in a puff of smoke. He was real. Alex was real, but so was Sam's voice. He looked at his watch and only two minutes had passed. "Fuck," he whispered as he rose to his feet. He guessed the alien that had attacked them was the same one that had originally gone through the gate with Dean, and it had somehow come back through with them.
He helped Alex to his feet and then walked around to the opening, looking up to see a very worried Sam. "Hey, Sammy. I'm okay. but…" he looked back at Alex. "It's a long story, just... let's get out of here."
"Dude, what the hell...?" Sam's eyes grew round as he saw that Dean had a companion. "Who's that, and what's he doing down there?"
Hauling on the rope to help the two men climb out, Sam was bursting with questions. "I don't understand, Dean. Where did he come from? Does he live down there or something?"
"Not exactly," grinned Alex. He fell silent, taking in Dean's brother's size and nodding. He could see why Dean might be upset to lose him. He was hot.
"Come on, dude. Dad's waiting for us. He wants us to go on to Wichita today, if we can. There's a poltergeist that keeps trashing a movie theater there." Sam coiled up the rope and began walking back towards the Impala.
Dean grabbed at Sam, "Wait, what? Sam?" Dean glanced back at Alex and shook his head. "What do you mean Dad is waiting? How can he be?"
"Huh? Dude, what are you smoking?" Sam looked completely confused. Alex shook his head and shrugged, shaking his head. "He was up visiting Pastor Jim, but he just called, and he's on his way down to check in with us. He told me he was gonna be at the diner up the road in about fifteen minutes, so we need to get moving, if we want to go hunt this critter together."
"Pastor Jim? But... but he's dead? So is Dad. What the hell have you been smoking, dude," His eyes flickered from Alex back to Sam. "Stop kidding about this. It's not funny."
Sam folded his lips together and carried on walking, not saying anything more. When they arrived at the Impala, his eyes widened as Dean held the door open for Alex, and he frowned to see Alex get in. "Dude, who is he, and why are we giving him a ride?"
"His name is Alex Krycek and... it's part of that long story I need to tell you and dad. And I'm only saying it once so," Dean gave a shrug and climbed in. He leaned over once Sam got in and kissed him under his cheekbone. Starting the car, he pointed it towards the diner up the road, and Dean's heart nearly stopped as he saw his dad's truck in the parking lot. The car had barely rolled to a stop before Dean was scrambling to get out.
Watching Dean's enthusiasm, Sam was astonished. "I know he loves Dad, but anyone would think that he hadn't seen him for months or something. What's with him today? He's been weird since we got up."
"You'll find out," said Alex with a smirk. "I don't want to ruin his story by telling you in advance, so come on, let's go join him."
They didn't even make it to the door before John stepped out. Dean stopped dead in his tracks. He just stared at the man, his eyes filling with tears. Dad was alive. Really alive. His chest was rising and falling as he breathed. His skin was not pale. John Winchester was alive. It wasn't until John started to move toward him that Dean finally managed to make himself lurch forward as well, and then both men met each other in an embrace. "Dad," Dean whispered, holding him tightly as if he feared that when he let go, the man would vanish.
"See, I did listen to you, Dean," John whispered into Dean's ear. He held Dean tightly, lifting his eyes to meet Alex’s. He gave a vestige of a smile to his rival.
As Sam and Alex walked up together, John Winchester released Dean and turned to lead the way into the diner. "I'm buying, guys. What'll it be?"
The appearance of Dean's father, alive and well, had made Alex smile a little at his lover's happiness. He felt happy himself. He was pretty sure that he'd escaped the Syndicate and that he would be able to start a new life here, possibly even with Dean. He really liked Dean, even though he'd only known him for a short while. Following the Winchesters into the restaurant, he thought that almost anything was possible from now on. "Coffee first," he murmured. "I want to try the coffee of the future."
Dean sat down, next to Alex but across from his father. He couldn't tear his eyes from him. The waitress appeared, and he ordered coffee as well. He still felt like he was in a dream. His hand went down under the table and rested upon Alex's leg. His own leg stretched out, touching his father and he wondered if Dad remembered that night, because it was all too fresh in Dean's mind.
"So what was down there? Where did he come from? Why did you look so startled when you came out of that pit?" Sam was bouncing in his seat, stirring vast quantities of sugar into his coffee as he spoke. "I want to go down there and have a look around, too."
"I really don't think that's a good idea." Alex didn't say any more than that. He was busily sipping coffee and feeling the warmth of Dean's hand through the fabric of his jeans. "Are you gonna tell him, love, or are you gonna keep him going out of his mind?" Alex's smile was all warmth as it rested on Dean's face. "I assume you haven’t ever said anything," he murmured, looking at John.
John sipped his coffee. He shook his head, "No, I didn't." He placed his hand upon Sam's leg as if that would hold Sam down. "Sam, there was something we haven't ever hunted before down there. An alien. I'm assuming you two killed it?" Dean nodded.
"There was a device down there. It transported me through time," Dean continued with the story for Sam. "And Alex here helped me come back home again." Of course, no one mentioned the sex, or the fact that. John was supposed to be dead and how all of it had affected Dean.
"I'm kinda wondering if I'll get sick like you did, baby," murmured Alex. "You seem to have recovered pretty well, but for a while there I thought that I was going to be able to cook an egg on your forehead, you were so hot." He smiled at Dean, reaching to touch his forehead to demonstrate. "I guess that there can only be one of me in this time, and I'm it. I erased my own history by coming forward with you." Grinning cheekily, he drained his coffee mug. "Bet that what I'm getting up to here is far more interesting than the crap I could have been doing."
Dean smiled softly then looked at his brother. "It's good to be here. It really, really is." He felt as though a weight had been lifted off him, and he wondered if what Dad had told him about his brother was still true. But Dad was here. Alex was here, things were going to be brighter. Dean felt he could breathe once again.
He leaned into Alex. "I just want to eat and get some sleep. I feel all worn out."
"You feel pretty good to me," murmured Alex, smiling as he ran his hand along Dean's arm, much to Sam's wide-eyed amazement. "But I know what you mean. The stress of the last couple of days has been truly monumental." He smirked at Sam, winked and gestured to the menu. “We need to eat something and then go crash, I think. That okay with you?" he asked, favoring John with a smile that was about as far from innocent as one could get.
John picked up the menu, ordered for his boys and let them know so with a look. He then ordered his own meal and left Alex to fend for himself. "I nearly forgot how arrogant you can be," John informed Alex.
Under the table, Dean was kicking at Sam, teasing him, before laying his head against the glass of the window beside him. He was looking out as his eyes slowly drifted closed.
John looked over at his handsome son, noticing how the sun glistened off him, creating shadows that made his eyes seem hollow. He looked extremely tired, and a shadow was lifting that seemed to have been on him for a long time. John remembered what Dean had told him, and he felt suddenly guilty.
Alex had ordered a chicken sandwich for himself. He turned back towards Dean, besotted with his young lover, and noticed that Dean was dropping off to sleep where he sat. He slipped his arm around the sleepy hunter and tugged him so he could lay his head on Alex's shoulder. "You need to go to bed now, baby. Let me get us a room, and you can eat later, okay?"
He eyed John again. Dean was old enough to choose. John could make as much fuss as he wanted, but, in the end, Dean was his; Alex just knew it.
Dean leaned against Alex, still half asleep. "I'm really tired. We staying anywhere, Dad?" he asked, looking over at Sam, and feeling horribly guilty at the way he was fading away.
"Sammy? Get our orders to go will you, son? I'm gonna get Dean to the room," John handed Sam the money before sliding out of the seat to reach for Dean, "C’mon, boy."
Alex was already maneuvering himself between Dean and John. He got Dean on his feet and guided him to the door. Their room wasn't far, just around the back of the diner which was attached to the motel. John accompanied them over and then unlocked the door to reveal two queen size beds. "This is Sam and Dean's room," John informed Alex. "You'll be staying with me, next door."
Dean frowned, but quickly went over to the bed and fell on it. "I don't care who sleeps where. I just want a pillow and some sleep," he muttered.
Alex gazed at his lover and nodded, biting back his disappointment. "Okay, dude, you catch some z's, and I'll see you in the morning." He bent to kiss Dean and then straightened. "Okay, let's go," he murmured, nodding to John. "You and I have some things to discuss."
Dean kissed Alex back, murmuring softly to him, "I'm sorry, Alex. Come see me in the morning." He kissed him quickly again before yawning and snuggling down.
John studied his boy before lifting his eyes to Alex. "We probably do." He turned and left the room just as Sam arrived at the door bearing their food. "Take care of your brother, okay, Sammy?" He took the two offered bags from his younger son. "And make sure you eat," he commanded him before leading the way next door to the room that he was going to share with Alex. He walked in, closing the door behind them. He put the bags on the table, laying a line of salt at the door before doing anything else. He nodded at Alex, an unspoken invitation to come and eat.
Alex took the food, setting it out on the table, the burger and fries John had ordered on one side of it and his sandwich and fries on the other. He reversed the chair and sat astride it, gazing inquisitively at John. "I get that you'd rather your boys stayed yours, but I'll give you fair warning that I want Dean. He's going to make up his own mind, and I intend to be the one he wants. I really like him, and I think I could love him given half a chance. Don't you want him to be happy?"
"I do want him to be happy. He's happy with his family," John sat down. "You shouldn’t have come through. See, after you vanished with Dean, I looked into you, Alex. You aren't supposed to be here. You died. That's why you aren't getting sick like Dean was. He was sick because there was already a Dean in that time. There is no Alex Krycek here. He got himself killed." John sat back.
"Look, he loves you, and I won't ever come between him and his family, but you have to let him have something of his own, too. Besides, you don't really expect me to jump back into that tunnel and go back there, knowing that I'm going to die? Would you?" Alex laughed softly. "Hmm... now let me see. Stay here with a beautiful lover or return to my own time to die? That's not much of a choice, now, is it?"
"I'm not saying you should leave. I'm just saying, you keep that life of yours in the past. Don't you dare bring it around my boys. You do, I'll cut your balls off. Clear? And if you hurt either one of my boys, your dick goes next." John took a huge bite of his burger but still managed to look forbidding as he chewed on it.
"I could say that I'm not scared of your threats," murmured Alex, lowering his lashes and smiling. "But to be honest, I do want to make a clean start, and I've got no intention of hurting either of them. I already told you, I want Dean, and he's worth any price. Why don't you just give me a chance to show you - and him - what I can do? I won't let him down; I guarantee it."
"Guarantees are shit, Alex. Promises too. Your actions will say and mean more than those words. But you must know that you aren't the only one who loves Dean. Sam does too. It's something you are just going to have to accept. Yes, our family is…fucked up, I guess you could say. But I’m telling you now, and telling you straight, don't come between us." He took another bite of his burger. "And Alex, you want a clean start, you need to be honest with us. And understand, I'm gonna push you. Push you as hard as I do my boys to make you what they are today, a hunter."
A flush stole over Alex's features as he realized what John was saying. "You're gonna let me stay with you guys?" he murmured. "That's terrific." He picked at his fries, dunking each one in ketchup before devouring it. "And I'm not a novice. I can shoot straight and I went through Quantico. I'm not unfit. I don't know Sam, yet, but I will. He seemed pleasant enough. Is he gonna hate me?"
"I don't know, that’s entirely up to Sammy," John leaned back in his chair, taking a drink. "And I know you’re not a novice. I've seen your handiwork, but you aren't going to live that life any more. Not around my boys. Well, some of it. Your other skills will come in handy, because we're not exactly legal either. But yes, I'm gonna let you stay, if you do as I say. You need to learn to listen, like my boys." He leaned forward again, "Alex... all your past connections, Mulder, the F.B.I., all of it, that's over. Understand? Don’t you go back to that. From here on out, you’re like us, under the radar."
For a moment, anger flared in Alex Krycek's eyes, but then he seemed to relax and all the tension drained from his body. "That's the last thing I want to do. You'll never know how much I loathe the man that was my boss. I was trapped into working for him. He painted it as some sort of service to my country, when actually all it was, was some evil old men trying to sell out the whole world. I hope that he's dead by now, but if he isn't, I've got no plans to go back to him. This is my second chance, and I'm gonna take it."
John nodded, "Good. Then we both understand where we are." He turned his attention to finishing up his meal, finally rising from the table to head into the bathroom to clean up, calling back over his shoulder, "Alex, why don't you go check on Dean? Make sure that Sammy isn’t messing with him."
He knew that was what he wanted. He knew he wanted to be with Dean, and now he knew that as long as he behaved, John would let it happen.
"I would, but he was so damned exhausted. I don't want to run the risk of waking him up. He needs his sleep, because I intend to keep him awake some when he and I do finally get together." Alex gave a sigh and stretched. "Besides, don't you think that Dean needs to have a private conversation with his brother? I expect that Sam will have questions for him. I imagine that he is going to want to know about me, for a start."
"True, Sam was giving him a lot of confused looks, wasn’t he?" John came back out and then sat down upon his bed. He looked up at Alex as he was taking his boots off. "Then maybe you should get some rest as well."
"Yeah, I guess that wouldn't be a bad idea," said Alex, flopping down on the bed. "I'm a little out of it. Dean was worrying me with that fever he was running. You really think that it was due to his other self being present in that time? That's so weird - kinda like really bad science fiction." He yawned. "I may just catch a few minutes myself."
John left Alex to rest while he showered. When he came back, he climbed into his own bed and soon drifted off to sleep. Dead to the world, he didn't hear the door open carefully sometime later in the night or the padding of bare feet and the creak of the mattress of Alex’s bed as Dean climbed in beside Alex. Dean snuggled up, arms tight around Alex.
Alex had been deeply asleep, and didn't wake at first. What woke him in the end was Dean's breath against the back of his neck, puffing warm on his skin. He gave a sigh and rolled to face his lover. "Alone at last," he whispered. He pressed in to capture Dean's mouth with his own, stretching his body out to cover the intruder.
Dean cupped the back of Alex's head, his other arm slipping more completely around him as they kissed, and he moaned softly, "Not completely, Dad is still in the other bed." He slid his hand down Alex's body so he could cup his fine ass. "Wanna go to the back seat of my car?"
"Hell, yes," whispered Alex, drawing a deep breath into lungs that didn't seem to know what to do with it. "Anywhere, as long as I can be with you right now, Dean Winchester."
Dean pulled back, slipping out of bed. He crept out past his father's bed and opened the door to go barefoot out to the Impala. He opened the door, climbing in with Alex behind him and cracked the windows. "Damn, feel like a teenager back here. I haven't done it in the backseat in a long while." He was still whispering, although he wasn’t quite sure why. He turned to Alex, grabbing him and pulling him in as he lay back in the seat and began to kiss him all over again.
It seemed to Alex as if his luck was finally going to change at last. Dean had his arms around Alex, and Alex hung on for the ride, savoring the feel, the taste and the scent of this man he'd found and fallen for so long ago. Kisses were sweet; Dean's lips soft and knowing on his own as their tongues twined together. He was clad only in T-shirt and boxers, and the heat from Dean's body was intoxicating as they stretched out on the leather seat. Dean was only dressed in his underwear too, and Alex's hands swept up and roamed the satiny skin, learning all the places that would make his lover gasp or sigh. "I think your dad is gonna let me live, at least for this week," he murmured.
"He's feeling generous, or more like guilty," Dean mumbled against Alex's lips. "Let's not talk about him right now." Dean kissed Alex again, reaching down to pull at the hem of his shirt and pull it up over his head, tossing it up and over into the front seat. They were now bare chest to bare chest, and Dean couldn’t believe just how wonderful that felt. "Damn! You’re so sexy. I want to feel you inside me this time. I want to hear you grunt with each thrust. C’mon, Alex, make me feel it; make me feel you."
"Oh, fuck, I can do that!" Alex rolled them so that he was lying half on top of Dean, gazing down at him with smiling, avid eyes. He couldn't stop kissing Dean, licking and sucking and nipping at his companion's lips, sinking into his mouth and moaning at the shivering lust he felt. Dean was pressing up against him, writhing so that the friction from his body sent thrills through him, and Alex gasped, knowing that he wouldn't last much longer if his lover kept that up. He pushed down the boxers Dean was wearing still and grabbed his knee, lifting his leg so that he could slide his fingers along the crevice between Dean's buttocks. "Damn! We need lube," he groaned.
Dean's breath was heavy. Hands stroked up and down feeling the muscles as they moved under hot skin. Alex felt good pressing down on his body, his weight pinning him and making him feel real, and his touch showing how desperately he needed, wanted Dean. It never more evident than when Alex finally pushed his underwear down so that he could pull one leg out and lift his knee, allowing his lover to open him up. He gave a little groan at the touch to his back entrance.
Lube. They needed lube. Dean was desperately trying to think, and it suddenly came to him. With a grin, he started feeling around the floor boards of the car until he gave a crow of triumph as he found what he was looking for and held up a small jar of Vasilene. "Will this work? Don't ask! It wasn't to have sex with Sam. I bought it for a prank."
"It's good enough," whispered Alex against Dean's cheek. Grabbing the jar, he scooped some of the greasy stuff onto his fingers and returned them to Dean's ass, beginning to stretch him open so that he could fit his dick inside. "Thinking about this has been making me crazy," he whispered. "I can't tell you how much I want to make love to you." Slowly pushing, he felt Dean's opening give a little, and then a little more, permitting his finger to slip inside and begin to work at stretching it. "God, baby, you're so hot inside - so tight..."
Dean gave a deep groan, gripping Alex's arm and arching his back. "Shit, Alex!" He moaned deeply again, the fingers slowly pushing in to widen him. Dean felt himself squirm, sluttish in his need to get more of those fingers inside him. "Just wait... wait ‘til you get inside me, will you say the same thing?"
"I've got a feeling I'll be saying it for as long as you let me," Alex murmured, nibbling on the lobe of Dean's ear as he worked a second finger inside. "Hopefully for the rest of my life." He slid his fingers home, each press deeper and deeper, until he finally found what he was seeking and began to gently rub the gland under his fingertips. "And if that sounds girly, then I apologize, but it's how I feel."
Dean's fingers gripped Alex tightly as he felt that touch translated into fireworks. His whole body trembled from the sensation, and the muscles around Alex's fingers tightened. "You’re giving me a chick-flick moment aren't you," Dean pulled Alex down to him and kissed him quickly. "C’mon, Alex, don't wait any longer."
It had been a long time since anyone had said things like that to him, and Alex couldn't believe his luck. Dean was spread out for him, body splayed in invitation, and an expression of lust on a face like that of a fallen angel. He'd never seen anything quite so beautiful. "Can't wait, no," he whispered. "You're making me crazy; look at you."
He pulled his fingers out of Dean and squirmed around so that he could put his cock there instead. "You ready?" he murmured, afraid of hurting Dean but unable to hold back from piercing him, so desperate was his need. "I want you so much..."
A snap of his hips and the head of his cock was inside Dean. Another jerking thrust sent him further, deeper, and a third seated him fully, so deep inside that his balls were pressed against Dean's ass, and Alex had to freeze, bite his lip and calculate Pi to 87 places before his imminent orgasm died back enough to begin moving.
Dean couldn't help the grunt of pain from the first initial push into him, but then the pleasure took over, making him groan. The slide in was sweet and deep, pressing against his gland, and he could feel Alex’s balls resting against his ass. He gazed up at his lover, seeing him bite his lip and reached up, his hand upon Alex's neck to scratch his nails down it before leaning up and kissing away the sting. "I need you so badly, Alex... I didn't think I would, but... I do."
"Hey, Dean Winchester," murmured Alex, his lips pressing against Dean's soft skin even while he was speaking. "I've never needed anyone. I guarantee that there's never been a single soul that I needed until today." He began to move, scared to hurt his lover, but unable to stop his motions as he drew out, pushed in, pulled out again, his body tense as if to ward off the pleasure each stroke would bring. "You're more than just sex to me, baby. You're a symbol to me that we shouldn't give up - does that make sense?"
Dean's fingers tightened on Alex's skin, where his hands had come to rest on his upper arms. He groaned deeply, "Does it? Oh, God... does it have to make sense?" He asked. Alex's cock was driving perfectly into Dean, rocking him with each stroke. His body inched along the back seat, only to be dragged back into position by Alex's hungry hands.
Dean's mouth tried to find bare skin to nip, and suck and lick. His hands slid up and then around to Alex's sides, holding him clamped tight while he lifted his torso to get at his lover. He whimpered when Alex succeeded in angling his hips and really starting to go to work.
There had been many lovers in Alex Krycek's past, but nothing had ever affected him the way that Dean was doing now. He wanted to hold Dean and protect him; he wanted to sink into him and never emerge again; he wanted to be with Dean for the rest of his life. He wrapped his arms around Dean, cradling him as he devoured the man's sultry mouth. "Won't last long," he gasped. "So close. Want you to come first."
"That... that won't be a problem," Dean gasped, knowing that the position they were in allowed just enough friction against his own cock to get him off. He returned the devouring kiss with ones of his own, breath exhaling through his nose. He rocked as much as he could, until he could feel the burning bliss that started at his sac and pierced up his spine, making him tense. Before he could warn Alex, liquid heat was splattering between them.
The sudden constriction as Dean's muscles convulsed around his cock made Alex cry out. He thought that he'd lost the power of speech. All his facilities deserted him, and all of a sudden all he was coming, pulsing into Dean's ass, body wracked and shaking as his climax stormed through him. He clung to Dean, breathing ragged as he gulped air into lungs that just didn't seem to be able to find enough. He let a groan escape his lips. "Oh, God, Dean, I think I love you."
Dean lay under Alex, spent and lax. He let his arms fall away at last as a groan left him. He’d closed his eyes, and his chest rose and fell with Alex collapsed against him, pressing him down into the leather of the car seat. He lifted his head at last, and opened wide green eyes. "Really?" He gave a slight smile. "Well, I hope I don't disappoint you, because I think I'm in love with you too. I haven't felt this way in... in a very long time." It was a confession, one only to be shared between them.
The life Dean had led was different from the one here. Time had changed it and the people he knew had changed as well. His father was alive. Sammy wasn't the same brother he’d known before, either. But Dean still knew the pain from that other time. He still remembered. He still felt it, and Alex was the first person ever to give him the love he craved from his own family without having to beg and plead for it. He didn't have to be strong and carry the weight on his own with this man. And as strange as that felt to him, it took a lot of the weight that he’d been carrying off him.
Dean's confession sent little creatures fluttering somewhere low in Alex's belly. He moaned and sought the other man's mouth again, possessing it, wishing he could spend an eternity just kissing Dean. "You're everything I've ever dreamed about. I didn't know that I could ever be saved from the way things were, but you've rescued me, and I don't think I'll ever be able to repay you for that. You're my lucky star."
He laid his head on Dean's chest and gave a sigh. "You know something? One day I'd like to go find Mulder and smirk at him, because he's probably married to Scully now, and he'll be spreading around the middle and losing his wind, while here I am, same as I was, and I have the hottest guy in the entire history of man as my lover. What a vengeance. That's better than anything I could've dreamed up for myself. Thank you, darlin'."
Dean gave a chuckle, "Maybe some day! We can leave him hanging until later. I want you all to myself for a while." Dean ran his fingers through Alex's hair. "I'm gonna teach you how to be a hunter, and then we can go and laugh at him, because he's been trying to prove these things exist, and here we are hunting them as happy as can be. Ah hell, let's be real. We may not find the time to go see him. We'll be too busy... if you know what I mean." Dean held Alex tightly and smiled contentedly.
"For once in my life, Alex Krycek... you've made me... happy"
Authors: art_of_mayhem and candygramme
Dean Winchester/Alex Krycek Appearances: Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Dana Scully, Fox Mulder and others.
Word Count: 7,391
Rated: This part is NC-17.
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: to 'In My Time Of Dying'
Teaser: "Jesus!" Alex's eyes were crossed, the pupils blown, and he shook his head as if trying to clear the cobwebs out of it. "Dean? Oh, God, Dean, what happened? I've got a mother of a headache." He rolled to the side, trying to get up, but then paused. "Dean? Where are we?
Chapter titles are borrowed from "Alice in Wonderland"
This story is finished and complete, and we intend to post it rapidly
Hanging back out of earshot to give the two of them privacy, Alex watched as Dean crouched beside the hole, talking to his father. It was clear on John's face that he didn't like what he was hearing. The two spoke animatedly. John was apparently holding back his anger, while Dean was smarting off, or so it seemed. It was also clear John was not too crazy about what Dean was telling him, although he did seem to be listening. And then he was cupping his hand around Dean's neck, saying something to him. And then their foreheads were resting against each other. The tenderness and love was clear to see.
Dean had started to climb out of the hole, when John suddenly grabbed at him, and the ground started to give under him. Dean scrambled to hold on, "ALEX!"
The cry made Alex jump, and he raced over to where the two of them had begun to fall down into the hole that had suddenly appeared. "Dean! Hold on. Don't let him go, John! I'm coming."
Dropping to his knees, Alex lay full length in the dirt, reaching over to find and capture Dean. John was hanging on grimly to his son's legs, and Alex grabbed Dean's belt, pulling hard to help him climb back up to where the ground was stable. When he was finally able to reach Dean's hands and help him out of the hole, the three of them knelt in the dust, panting.
"Okay, love, given that you've been down there - or maybe I should say that you will go down there in about ten years - let's develop a plan, before you just put yourself into danger all over again."
John was looking down the hole, panting before turning his head to Dean. "Well, you did say that there was a hole." He got to his feet and grinned a somewhat strained grin. "I'll go get the rope."
Dean peered down into the hole as his father moved around him, giving him a pat on his shoulder. He didn't look away, merely covered his dad’s hand with his own.
"Alex...There's something down there. Waiting. I remember." Dean’s voice was soft, and a little hoarse, now.
"What do you mean, something?" Alex frowned. "Do you suppose I should come down there with you?" He drew his gun. "Actually, I think I'd better. If it's alien technology, I'm the one best equipped to deal with it. I've been in touch with the greys and the rebels as well. I can maybe keep them from doing anything too drastic to you." He fixed John with a glare. "And before you tell me it's your job, you'd better think about the two kids waiting for you back at your buddy's place. You can't afford to get yourself hurt. I can."
"I wasn't going to argue with you," John pointed out, still with his smile firmly in place.
Dean looked at his father. There was that Winchester way. A silent speech the two of them seemed to share, and even Sam seemed to have developed it in recent months, since they’d been thrown together again, although Dean was more like their Mom in other ways.
As Alex watched, Dean grabbed the rope and started tying it into a sling. He started down.
John looked at Alex. "Aliens? I'd say that was hard to believe but in our line of work, anything is possible. And there is lore...” He coughed. “You just watch his back." John began to lower Alex down after his son.
Down in the hole, Dean was looking about. "The thing that attacked me had claws. It scratched at me." He peered up at his father one last time before turning to go into the darkness. This time he had his gun out.
"Holy shit," whispered Alex, looking around himself at what appeared to be a cave of some sort. "Where was the thing that attacked you, dude? I don't want to see you fall prey to a grey. Let me go in front, please." He pulled out his own pistol and moved up behind Dean, frowning. "Don't you think you should get a flashlight or something, before you go diving into the darkness? I have many talents, but I can't see in pitch black, and I've never been able to resurrect the dead."
"Dad?" Dean shouted up and without a word, a flashlight was dropped down. Dean tinkered with it for a moment, before it came to life. He shone it around, first down at his feet and then out along the walls. "I don't know where it came from. The damn thing came out of nowhere." Dean, as usual, paid no attention to Alex about letting him go in front to protect him. "Just keep an eye on my back. It attacked from behind."
He started walking, then frowned. "Something doesn't feel right." He stopped and looked around again. "We heard about this kid. He was possessed. It's why we came down here." He turned around towards a tunnel to one side. "This way," he said and started to walk again, aiming for the area where he’d been when he was attacked. "I remember noticing something along one of the walls. Almost metallic."
"Show me," murmured Alex, turning so that he was facing away from Dean so that he could watch his lover's back. "Go on. Let's find the place that'll take you home, love." He smiled. "Don't suppose I could come with you, could I?"
Dean started walking around, "I think that’s up to you. But would you really want to go back with me? Hell, I could turn out like Dad and eventually piss you off." Dean rounded a corner. Things were coming back to him rapidly now. "It was around here," he said, excitement in his voice as he started to run his hand along the stones.
"I want to stay with you, Dean. I feel like I'm just starting to get to know you, and that you and I could be really good together." Alex shrugged. "God knows, I've got nothing to stay for." He jumped, peering into the darkness and holding his gun at the ready. "Thought I saw something just over there. Stand still for a moment."
Dean stayed still, but twisted his body around to shine the light towards the area Alex was indicating. He kept his back to the rocks this time. Nothing was going to come up behind him. It was all the training his dad had given him that made him scan the area for anything out there in the darkness, even though the flashlight was shining in another area.
Alex relaxed again. The flashlight had shown them nothing untoward, and he heaved a sigh of relief. "I think it's clear for now. Those things are too big to merge into the shadows when you've got that kind of light, so we're safe to proceed." He followed Dean deeper into what now seemed to be a tunnel. There was a strange, acrid smell to the place, and Alex felt more and more jittery with every step they took, but he stuck close to Dean, alert for whatever might want to jump the two of them.
Dean walked along, his light leading the way. He stopped at the area where he had been attacked before and shone his light around. "It was right here." He started feeling along the walls till his hand ran into something cold, and his flashlight reflected off metal.
It felt to Alex as if his heart skipped a beat. This could be it. Dean might be gone from this time any moment, and he was suddenly dreading the thought of losing him. He was about to say something to that effect, when there was the sudden rustling sound from the shadows that lurked deeper in the tunnel. "Wanna give me the light?" he asked. "There's something to the right of us, but I can't see what. You need both hands to do whatever it is you have to do to make that gizmo work. I'll make sure it doesn't get you."
Dean handed it over, "I didn't know how I got it to work. I was fighting the damn thing that jumped me." Dean looked at the metal plate and started beating on it, hoping something would work. He heard the movement suddenly and turned slowly to see a lizard- like creature, its eyes glowing in the beam of the flashlight.
"Stay back, you ugly fucker!" Alex had already spotted the creature, and he called out, training his gun on it. When it continued to advance, he fired and watched with great satisfaction as the creature's head exploded, spattering the wall behind it. "Got it," he crowed. "Hey, if you disappear into the future, let me tell you that I'm gonna come looking for you when the time comes around. I'll never forget you, Dean."
Dean jumped as the creature came forward and then turned his head away as its head shattered. He blinked and looked at Alex in absolute astonishment. "Aliens? That was an alien? You don’t mean that those bastards are real?" He shook his head. "Wow! You will come looking for me? You promise?" He tipped his head towards Alex. "Dude, we just met and you..." He wobbled a bit.
"What can I say," smirked Alex. "I'm a decisive sort of guy." He swept the flashlight around, eyes constantly searching for signs of another alien, but all seemed silent for now. "What happened when you were here before? What did you do? We need to re-create it, because it's dangerous down here. There's bound to be more of those things around, and they're evil bastards with toxic blood."
Dean looked around. "I don't know what I did. I keep telling you that. I was fighting the damn thing. I fell backwards and hit something, and then I ended up here - well not here, but in this time." He sighed and turned his back to the device. "So... shall we fight?"
"Fight?" Alex cast a quizzical glance at Dean. "I don't want to fight with you. Just keep on working at recreating the situation. You want me to throw you against it?" he asked Dean. Maybe you need to hit it with force, or maybe you need an alien to trigger it." He strode forward and grabbed hold of the dead creature's arm, dragging it back to where Dean still stood. "All right. Let's try this," he said, and jabbed the clawed arm at Dean. "Do whatever you were going to do before."
Dean made a face at the alien, leaning back a little. He grabbed it and took it from Alex, tossing it aside. He then grabbed Alex, positioning him before him. "Okay, come at me. Throw yourself into me. All your weight. Maybe it’ll take the both of us." He took a deep breath and psyched himself up to be ready for it.
Nodding his assent, Alex frowned as he concentrated and took a breath, readying himself to rush Dean. As he started forward, there was a hissing growl from behind them, and a second alien dived forward, clawing at Alex's back as he hit Dean, crushing him against the metal plate in the wall.
Dean was trying to reach for the gun when he was slammed back. He held Alex tightly to him, going cold all over, just like before. Dean felt darkness flashing over him, before both he and Alex fell to the ground. Dean lay there for a moment, winded, until it he heard Sam's voice in the distance. He blinked, feeling a weight upon him. He lifted his head to see what it was, and saw Alex. "Alex?" he whispered.
"Jesus!" Alex's eyes were crossed, the pupils blown, and he shook his head as if trying to clear the cobwebs out of it. "Dean? Oh, God, Dean, what happened? I've got a mother of a headache." He rolled to the side, trying to get up, but then paused. "Dean? Where are we? Did it work? Are we both in the future?"
Dean rolled over, his head aching as well. He reached for Alex, half-expecting him to disappear in a puff of smoke. He was real. Alex was real, but so was Sam's voice. He looked at his watch and only two minutes had passed. "Fuck," he whispered as he rose to his feet. He guessed the alien that had attacked them was the same one that had originally gone through the gate with Dean, and it had somehow come back through with them.
He helped Alex to his feet and then walked around to the opening, looking up to see a very worried Sam. "Hey, Sammy. I'm okay. but…" he looked back at Alex. "It's a long story, just... let's get out of here."
"Dude, what the hell...?" Sam's eyes grew round as he saw that Dean had a companion. "Who's that, and what's he doing down there?"
Hauling on the rope to help the two men climb out, Sam was bursting with questions. "I don't understand, Dean. Where did he come from? Does he live down there or something?"
"Not exactly," grinned Alex. He fell silent, taking in Dean's brother's size and nodding. He could see why Dean might be upset to lose him. He was hot.
"Come on, dude. Dad's waiting for us. He wants us to go on to Wichita today, if we can. There's a poltergeist that keeps trashing a movie theater there." Sam coiled up the rope and began walking back towards the Impala.
Dean grabbed at Sam, "Wait, what? Sam?" Dean glanced back at Alex and shook his head. "What do you mean Dad is waiting? How can he be?"
"Huh? Dude, what are you smoking?" Sam looked completely confused. Alex shook his head and shrugged, shaking his head. "He was up visiting Pastor Jim, but he just called, and he's on his way down to check in with us. He told me he was gonna be at the diner up the road in about fifteen minutes, so we need to get moving, if we want to go hunt this critter together."
"Pastor Jim? But... but he's dead? So is Dad. What the hell have you been smoking, dude," His eyes flickered from Alex back to Sam. "Stop kidding about this. It's not funny."
Sam folded his lips together and carried on walking, not saying anything more. When they arrived at the Impala, his eyes widened as Dean held the door open for Alex, and he frowned to see Alex get in. "Dude, who is he, and why are we giving him a ride?"
"His name is Alex Krycek and... it's part of that long story I need to tell you and dad. And I'm only saying it once so," Dean gave a shrug and climbed in. He leaned over once Sam got in and kissed him under his cheekbone. Starting the car, he pointed it towards the diner up the road, and Dean's heart nearly stopped as he saw his dad's truck in the parking lot. The car had barely rolled to a stop before Dean was scrambling to get out.
Watching Dean's enthusiasm, Sam was astonished. "I know he loves Dad, but anyone would think that he hadn't seen him for months or something. What's with him today? He's been weird since we got up."
"You'll find out," said Alex with a smirk. "I don't want to ruin his story by telling you in advance, so come on, let's go join him."
They didn't even make it to the door before John stepped out. Dean stopped dead in his tracks. He just stared at the man, his eyes filling with tears. Dad was alive. Really alive. His chest was rising and falling as he breathed. His skin was not pale. John Winchester was alive. It wasn't until John started to move toward him that Dean finally managed to make himself lurch forward as well, and then both men met each other in an embrace. "Dad," Dean whispered, holding him tightly as if he feared that when he let go, the man would vanish.
"See, I did listen to you, Dean," John whispered into Dean's ear. He held Dean tightly, lifting his eyes to meet Alex’s. He gave a vestige of a smile to his rival.
As Sam and Alex walked up together, John Winchester released Dean and turned to lead the way into the diner. "I'm buying, guys. What'll it be?"
The appearance of Dean's father, alive and well, had made Alex smile a little at his lover's happiness. He felt happy himself. He was pretty sure that he'd escaped the Syndicate and that he would be able to start a new life here, possibly even with Dean. He really liked Dean, even though he'd only known him for a short while. Following the Winchesters into the restaurant, he thought that almost anything was possible from now on. "Coffee first," he murmured. "I want to try the coffee of the future."
Dean sat down, next to Alex but across from his father. He couldn't tear his eyes from him. The waitress appeared, and he ordered coffee as well. He still felt like he was in a dream. His hand went down under the table and rested upon Alex's leg. His own leg stretched out, touching his father and he wondered if Dad remembered that night, because it was all too fresh in Dean's mind.
"So what was down there? Where did he come from? Why did you look so startled when you came out of that pit?" Sam was bouncing in his seat, stirring vast quantities of sugar into his coffee as he spoke. "I want to go down there and have a look around, too."
"I really don't think that's a good idea." Alex didn't say any more than that. He was busily sipping coffee and feeling the warmth of Dean's hand through the fabric of his jeans. "Are you gonna tell him, love, or are you gonna keep him going out of his mind?" Alex's smile was all warmth as it rested on Dean's face. "I assume you haven’t ever said anything," he murmured, looking at John.
John sipped his coffee. He shook his head, "No, I didn't." He placed his hand upon Sam's leg as if that would hold Sam down. "Sam, there was something we haven't ever hunted before down there. An alien. I'm assuming you two killed it?" Dean nodded.
"There was a device down there. It transported me through time," Dean continued with the story for Sam. "And Alex here helped me come back home again." Of course, no one mentioned the sex, or the fact that. John was supposed to be dead and how all of it had affected Dean.
"I'm kinda wondering if I'll get sick like you did, baby," murmured Alex. "You seem to have recovered pretty well, but for a while there I thought that I was going to be able to cook an egg on your forehead, you were so hot." He smiled at Dean, reaching to touch his forehead to demonstrate. "I guess that there can only be one of me in this time, and I'm it. I erased my own history by coming forward with you." Grinning cheekily, he drained his coffee mug. "Bet that what I'm getting up to here is far more interesting than the crap I could have been doing."
Dean smiled softly then looked at his brother. "It's good to be here. It really, really is." He felt as though a weight had been lifted off him, and he wondered if what Dad had told him about his brother was still true. But Dad was here. Alex was here, things were going to be brighter. Dean felt he could breathe once again.
He leaned into Alex. "I just want to eat and get some sleep. I feel all worn out."
"You feel pretty good to me," murmured Alex, smiling as he ran his hand along Dean's arm, much to Sam's wide-eyed amazement. "But I know what you mean. The stress of the last couple of days has been truly monumental." He smirked at Sam, winked and gestured to the menu. “We need to eat something and then go crash, I think. That okay with you?" he asked, favoring John with a smile that was about as far from innocent as one could get.
John picked up the menu, ordered for his boys and let them know so with a look. He then ordered his own meal and left Alex to fend for himself. "I nearly forgot how arrogant you can be," John informed Alex.
Under the table, Dean was kicking at Sam, teasing him, before laying his head against the glass of the window beside him. He was looking out as his eyes slowly drifted closed.
John looked over at his handsome son, noticing how the sun glistened off him, creating shadows that made his eyes seem hollow. He looked extremely tired, and a shadow was lifting that seemed to have been on him for a long time. John remembered what Dean had told him, and he felt suddenly guilty.
Alex had ordered a chicken sandwich for himself. He turned back towards Dean, besotted with his young lover, and noticed that Dean was dropping off to sleep where he sat. He slipped his arm around the sleepy hunter and tugged him so he could lay his head on Alex's shoulder. "You need to go to bed now, baby. Let me get us a room, and you can eat later, okay?"
He eyed John again. Dean was old enough to choose. John could make as much fuss as he wanted, but, in the end, Dean was his; Alex just knew it.
Dean leaned against Alex, still half asleep. "I'm really tired. We staying anywhere, Dad?" he asked, looking over at Sam, and feeling horribly guilty at the way he was fading away.
"Sammy? Get our orders to go will you, son? I'm gonna get Dean to the room," John handed Sam the money before sliding out of the seat to reach for Dean, "C’mon, boy."
Alex was already maneuvering himself between Dean and John. He got Dean on his feet and guided him to the door. Their room wasn't far, just around the back of the diner which was attached to the motel. John accompanied them over and then unlocked the door to reveal two queen size beds. "This is Sam and Dean's room," John informed Alex. "You'll be staying with me, next door."
Dean frowned, but quickly went over to the bed and fell on it. "I don't care who sleeps where. I just want a pillow and some sleep," he muttered.
Alex gazed at his lover and nodded, biting back his disappointment. "Okay, dude, you catch some z's, and I'll see you in the morning." He bent to kiss Dean and then straightened. "Okay, let's go," he murmured, nodding to John. "You and I have some things to discuss."
Dean kissed Alex back, murmuring softly to him, "I'm sorry, Alex. Come see me in the morning." He kissed him quickly again before yawning and snuggling down.
John studied his boy before lifting his eyes to Alex. "We probably do." He turned and left the room just as Sam arrived at the door bearing their food. "Take care of your brother, okay, Sammy?" He took the two offered bags from his younger son. "And make sure you eat," he commanded him before leading the way next door to the room that he was going to share with Alex. He walked in, closing the door behind them. He put the bags on the table, laying a line of salt at the door before doing anything else. He nodded at Alex, an unspoken invitation to come and eat.
Alex took the food, setting it out on the table, the burger and fries John had ordered on one side of it and his sandwich and fries on the other. He reversed the chair and sat astride it, gazing inquisitively at John. "I get that you'd rather your boys stayed yours, but I'll give you fair warning that I want Dean. He's going to make up his own mind, and I intend to be the one he wants. I really like him, and I think I could love him given half a chance. Don't you want him to be happy?"
"I do want him to be happy. He's happy with his family," John sat down. "You shouldn’t have come through. See, after you vanished with Dean, I looked into you, Alex. You aren't supposed to be here. You died. That's why you aren't getting sick like Dean was. He was sick because there was already a Dean in that time. There is no Alex Krycek here. He got himself killed." John sat back.
"Look, he loves you, and I won't ever come between him and his family, but you have to let him have something of his own, too. Besides, you don't really expect me to jump back into that tunnel and go back there, knowing that I'm going to die? Would you?" Alex laughed softly. "Hmm... now let me see. Stay here with a beautiful lover or return to my own time to die? That's not much of a choice, now, is it?"
"I'm not saying you should leave. I'm just saying, you keep that life of yours in the past. Don't you dare bring it around my boys. You do, I'll cut your balls off. Clear? And if you hurt either one of my boys, your dick goes next." John took a huge bite of his burger but still managed to look forbidding as he chewed on it.
"I could say that I'm not scared of your threats," murmured Alex, lowering his lashes and smiling. "But to be honest, I do want to make a clean start, and I've got no intention of hurting either of them. I already told you, I want Dean, and he's worth any price. Why don't you just give me a chance to show you - and him - what I can do? I won't let him down; I guarantee it."
"Guarantees are shit, Alex. Promises too. Your actions will say and mean more than those words. But you must know that you aren't the only one who loves Dean. Sam does too. It's something you are just going to have to accept. Yes, our family is…fucked up, I guess you could say. But I’m telling you now, and telling you straight, don't come between us." He took another bite of his burger. "And Alex, you want a clean start, you need to be honest with us. And understand, I'm gonna push you. Push you as hard as I do my boys to make you what they are today, a hunter."
A flush stole over Alex's features as he realized what John was saying. "You're gonna let me stay with you guys?" he murmured. "That's terrific." He picked at his fries, dunking each one in ketchup before devouring it. "And I'm not a novice. I can shoot straight and I went through Quantico. I'm not unfit. I don't know Sam, yet, but I will. He seemed pleasant enough. Is he gonna hate me?"
"I don't know, that’s entirely up to Sammy," John leaned back in his chair, taking a drink. "And I know you’re not a novice. I've seen your handiwork, but you aren't going to live that life any more. Not around my boys. Well, some of it. Your other skills will come in handy, because we're not exactly legal either. But yes, I'm gonna let you stay, if you do as I say. You need to learn to listen, like my boys." He leaned forward again, "Alex... all your past connections, Mulder, the F.B.I., all of it, that's over. Understand? Don’t you go back to that. From here on out, you’re like us, under the radar."
For a moment, anger flared in Alex Krycek's eyes, but then he seemed to relax and all the tension drained from his body. "That's the last thing I want to do. You'll never know how much I loathe the man that was my boss. I was trapped into working for him. He painted it as some sort of service to my country, when actually all it was, was some evil old men trying to sell out the whole world. I hope that he's dead by now, but if he isn't, I've got no plans to go back to him. This is my second chance, and I'm gonna take it."
John nodded, "Good. Then we both understand where we are." He turned his attention to finishing up his meal, finally rising from the table to head into the bathroom to clean up, calling back over his shoulder, "Alex, why don't you go check on Dean? Make sure that Sammy isn’t messing with him."
He knew that was what he wanted. He knew he wanted to be with Dean, and now he knew that as long as he behaved, John would let it happen.
"I would, but he was so damned exhausted. I don't want to run the risk of waking him up. He needs his sleep, because I intend to keep him awake some when he and I do finally get together." Alex gave a sigh and stretched. "Besides, don't you think that Dean needs to have a private conversation with his brother? I expect that Sam will have questions for him. I imagine that he is going to want to know about me, for a start."
"True, Sam was giving him a lot of confused looks, wasn’t he?" John came back out and then sat down upon his bed. He looked up at Alex as he was taking his boots off. "Then maybe you should get some rest as well."
"Yeah, I guess that wouldn't be a bad idea," said Alex, flopping down on the bed. "I'm a little out of it. Dean was worrying me with that fever he was running. You really think that it was due to his other self being present in that time? That's so weird - kinda like really bad science fiction." He yawned. "I may just catch a few minutes myself."
John left Alex to rest while he showered. When he came back, he climbed into his own bed and soon drifted off to sleep. Dead to the world, he didn't hear the door open carefully sometime later in the night or the padding of bare feet and the creak of the mattress of Alex’s bed as Dean climbed in beside Alex. Dean snuggled up, arms tight around Alex.
Alex had been deeply asleep, and didn't wake at first. What woke him in the end was Dean's breath against the back of his neck, puffing warm on his skin. He gave a sigh and rolled to face his lover. "Alone at last," he whispered. He pressed in to capture Dean's mouth with his own, stretching his body out to cover the intruder.
Dean cupped the back of Alex's head, his other arm slipping more completely around him as they kissed, and he moaned softly, "Not completely, Dad is still in the other bed." He slid his hand down Alex's body so he could cup his fine ass. "Wanna go to the back seat of my car?"
"Hell, yes," whispered Alex, drawing a deep breath into lungs that didn't seem to know what to do with it. "Anywhere, as long as I can be with you right now, Dean Winchester."
Dean pulled back, slipping out of bed. He crept out past his father's bed and opened the door to go barefoot out to the Impala. He opened the door, climbing in with Alex behind him and cracked the windows. "Damn, feel like a teenager back here. I haven't done it in the backseat in a long while." He was still whispering, although he wasn’t quite sure why. He turned to Alex, grabbing him and pulling him in as he lay back in the seat and began to kiss him all over again.
It seemed to Alex as if his luck was finally going to change at last. Dean had his arms around Alex, and Alex hung on for the ride, savoring the feel, the taste and the scent of this man he'd found and fallen for so long ago. Kisses were sweet; Dean's lips soft and knowing on his own as their tongues twined together. He was clad only in T-shirt and boxers, and the heat from Dean's body was intoxicating as they stretched out on the leather seat. Dean was only dressed in his underwear too, and Alex's hands swept up and roamed the satiny skin, learning all the places that would make his lover gasp or sigh. "I think your dad is gonna let me live, at least for this week," he murmured.
"He's feeling generous, or more like guilty," Dean mumbled against Alex's lips. "Let's not talk about him right now." Dean kissed Alex again, reaching down to pull at the hem of his shirt and pull it up over his head, tossing it up and over into the front seat. They were now bare chest to bare chest, and Dean couldn’t believe just how wonderful that felt. "Damn! You’re so sexy. I want to feel you inside me this time. I want to hear you grunt with each thrust. C’mon, Alex, make me feel it; make me feel you."
"Oh, fuck, I can do that!" Alex rolled them so that he was lying half on top of Dean, gazing down at him with smiling, avid eyes. He couldn't stop kissing Dean, licking and sucking and nipping at his companion's lips, sinking into his mouth and moaning at the shivering lust he felt. Dean was pressing up against him, writhing so that the friction from his body sent thrills through him, and Alex gasped, knowing that he wouldn't last much longer if his lover kept that up. He pushed down the boxers Dean was wearing still and grabbed his knee, lifting his leg so that he could slide his fingers along the crevice between Dean's buttocks. "Damn! We need lube," he groaned.
Dean's breath was heavy. Hands stroked up and down feeling the muscles as they moved under hot skin. Alex felt good pressing down on his body, his weight pinning him and making him feel real, and his touch showing how desperately he needed, wanted Dean. It never more evident than when Alex finally pushed his underwear down so that he could pull one leg out and lift his knee, allowing his lover to open him up. He gave a little groan at the touch to his back entrance.
Lube. They needed lube. Dean was desperately trying to think, and it suddenly came to him. With a grin, he started feeling around the floor boards of the car until he gave a crow of triumph as he found what he was looking for and held up a small jar of Vasilene. "Will this work? Don't ask! It wasn't to have sex with Sam. I bought it for a prank."
"It's good enough," whispered Alex against Dean's cheek. Grabbing the jar, he scooped some of the greasy stuff onto his fingers and returned them to Dean's ass, beginning to stretch him open so that he could fit his dick inside. "Thinking about this has been making me crazy," he whispered. "I can't tell you how much I want to make love to you." Slowly pushing, he felt Dean's opening give a little, and then a little more, permitting his finger to slip inside and begin to work at stretching it. "God, baby, you're so hot inside - so tight..."
Dean gave a deep groan, gripping Alex's arm and arching his back. "Shit, Alex!" He moaned deeply again, the fingers slowly pushing in to widen him. Dean felt himself squirm, sluttish in his need to get more of those fingers inside him. "Just wait... wait ‘til you get inside me, will you say the same thing?"
"I've got a feeling I'll be saying it for as long as you let me," Alex murmured, nibbling on the lobe of Dean's ear as he worked a second finger inside. "Hopefully for the rest of my life." He slid his fingers home, each press deeper and deeper, until he finally found what he was seeking and began to gently rub the gland under his fingertips. "And if that sounds girly, then I apologize, but it's how I feel."
Dean's fingers gripped Alex tightly as he felt that touch translated into fireworks. His whole body trembled from the sensation, and the muscles around Alex's fingers tightened. "You’re giving me a chick-flick moment aren't you," Dean pulled Alex down to him and kissed him quickly. "C’mon, Alex, don't wait any longer."
It had been a long time since anyone had said things like that to him, and Alex couldn't believe his luck. Dean was spread out for him, body splayed in invitation, and an expression of lust on a face like that of a fallen angel. He'd never seen anything quite so beautiful. "Can't wait, no," he whispered. "You're making me crazy; look at you."
He pulled his fingers out of Dean and squirmed around so that he could put his cock there instead. "You ready?" he murmured, afraid of hurting Dean but unable to hold back from piercing him, so desperate was his need. "I want you so much..."
A snap of his hips and the head of his cock was inside Dean. Another jerking thrust sent him further, deeper, and a third seated him fully, so deep inside that his balls were pressed against Dean's ass, and Alex had to freeze, bite his lip and calculate Pi to 87 places before his imminent orgasm died back enough to begin moving.
Dean couldn't help the grunt of pain from the first initial push into him, but then the pleasure took over, making him groan. The slide in was sweet and deep, pressing against his gland, and he could feel Alex’s balls resting against his ass. He gazed up at his lover, seeing him bite his lip and reached up, his hand upon Alex's neck to scratch his nails down it before leaning up and kissing away the sting. "I need you so badly, Alex... I didn't think I would, but... I do."
"Hey, Dean Winchester," murmured Alex, his lips pressing against Dean's soft skin even while he was speaking. "I've never needed anyone. I guarantee that there's never been a single soul that I needed until today." He began to move, scared to hurt his lover, but unable to stop his motions as he drew out, pushed in, pulled out again, his body tense as if to ward off the pleasure each stroke would bring. "You're more than just sex to me, baby. You're a symbol to me that we shouldn't give up - does that make sense?"
Dean's fingers tightened on Alex's skin, where his hands had come to rest on his upper arms. He groaned deeply, "Does it? Oh, God... does it have to make sense?" He asked. Alex's cock was driving perfectly into Dean, rocking him with each stroke. His body inched along the back seat, only to be dragged back into position by Alex's hungry hands.
Dean's mouth tried to find bare skin to nip, and suck and lick. His hands slid up and then around to Alex's sides, holding him clamped tight while he lifted his torso to get at his lover. He whimpered when Alex succeeded in angling his hips and really starting to go to work.
There had been many lovers in Alex Krycek's past, but nothing had ever affected him the way that Dean was doing now. He wanted to hold Dean and protect him; he wanted to sink into him and never emerge again; he wanted to be with Dean for the rest of his life. He wrapped his arms around Dean, cradling him as he devoured the man's sultry mouth. "Won't last long," he gasped. "So close. Want you to come first."
"That... that won't be a problem," Dean gasped, knowing that the position they were in allowed just enough friction against his own cock to get him off. He returned the devouring kiss with ones of his own, breath exhaling through his nose. He rocked as much as he could, until he could feel the burning bliss that started at his sac and pierced up his spine, making him tense. Before he could warn Alex, liquid heat was splattering between them.
The sudden constriction as Dean's muscles convulsed around his cock made Alex cry out. He thought that he'd lost the power of speech. All his facilities deserted him, and all of a sudden all he was coming, pulsing into Dean's ass, body wracked and shaking as his climax stormed through him. He clung to Dean, breathing ragged as he gulped air into lungs that just didn't seem to be able to find enough. He let a groan escape his lips. "Oh, God, Dean, I think I love you."
Dean lay under Alex, spent and lax. He let his arms fall away at last as a groan left him. He’d closed his eyes, and his chest rose and fell with Alex collapsed against him, pressing him down into the leather of the car seat. He lifted his head at last, and opened wide green eyes. "Really?" He gave a slight smile. "Well, I hope I don't disappoint you, because I think I'm in love with you too. I haven't felt this way in... in a very long time." It was a confession, one only to be shared between them.
The life Dean had led was different from the one here. Time had changed it and the people he knew had changed as well. His father was alive. Sammy wasn't the same brother he’d known before, either. But Dean still knew the pain from that other time. He still remembered. He still felt it, and Alex was the first person ever to give him the love he craved from his own family without having to beg and plead for it. He didn't have to be strong and carry the weight on his own with this man. And as strange as that felt to him, it took a lot of the weight that he’d been carrying off him.
Dean's confession sent little creatures fluttering somewhere low in Alex's belly. He moaned and sought the other man's mouth again, possessing it, wishing he could spend an eternity just kissing Dean. "You're everything I've ever dreamed about. I didn't know that I could ever be saved from the way things were, but you've rescued me, and I don't think I'll ever be able to repay you for that. You're my lucky star."
He laid his head on Dean's chest and gave a sigh. "You know something? One day I'd like to go find Mulder and smirk at him, because he's probably married to Scully now, and he'll be spreading around the middle and losing his wind, while here I am, same as I was, and I have the hottest guy in the entire history of man as my lover. What a vengeance. That's better than anything I could've dreamed up for myself. Thank you, darlin'."
Dean gave a chuckle, "Maybe some day! We can leave him hanging until later. I want you all to myself for a while." Dean ran his fingers through Alex's hair. "I'm gonna teach you how to be a hunter, and then we can go and laugh at him, because he's been trying to prove these things exist, and here we are hunting them as happy as can be. Ah hell, let's be real. We may not find the time to go see him. We'll be too busy... if you know what I mean." Dean held Alex tightly and smiled contentedly.
"For once in my life, Alex Krycek... you've made me... happy"