The Hunter and the Hunted 15/?
Title: The Hunter and the Hunted 15/?
Part 15: “Someone’s Listening In”
Authors: art_of_mayhem and candygramme
Rated: R for language and adult concepts.
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Alex Krycek
Spoilers: Vague for the X-Files “Terma” and “Requiem”
Warning: Slash
Word count: 3,279
Disclaimer: Dean and his family belong to Eric Kripke and Supernatural, and Alex belongs to Chris Carter and the X-Files. We own nothing. We are doing this for love and not money.
Author’s notes: After losing contact with each other during the time Sam was at college, Alex and Dean meet again, but now Sam is back and dad’s gone missing.
The quoted song is “Life In A Glass House,” by Radiohead.
The beautiful icon is by art_of_mayhem.
Part 14
Part 13
Part 12
Part 11
Part 10
Part 9
Part 8
Part 7
Part 6
Part 5
Part 4
Part 3
Part 2
Part 1
Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat
Well of course I'd like to stay and chew the fat
Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat
But someone's listening in
The morning dawned, dull and rainy. Alex had slept better than he ever had since the loss of his arm. He woke in the circle of Dean's embrace, and gave a contented sigh. He couldn't believe that he'd found his lover at last, and that they seemed all set to ride off into the sunset together. He snuggled back against Dean, feeling his lover's warmth against his skin, feeling his lover's cock, piss-proud, pressing against him. His own bladder was full to bursting, but he didn't want to move, knowing that all too soon this little encounter would be over, and they would need to face the outside world - more particularly, they'd need to face the brother. Alex had a suspicion that the brother would be seriously displeased by his presence at Dean's side.
Dean could feel warmth, could smell the scent of another man. His arms tightened as sleep started to leave him. He gave a happy little moan and a smile tugged at his lips. He rubbed Alex's back with one hand and slowly opened his eyes. Damn! He needed to pee, but, much like Alex, he didn't want to get out of the warm bed. Leaning back a little, Dean looked down at the face on the pillow beside him. "Hey, Sunshine," he said softly before rolling onto his back. "I gotta pee." He started to get up but stopped for a second, turning back so he could kiss Alex's nose.
He rolled off the bed and padded into the bathroom. "Sam is probably wondering where I'm at," he called as he used the toilet. He came back out, stretching and then jumped into the bed once more. "Yer turn, I'm gonna call Francis." He started searching for his phone, pulling it out of his discarded jeans and dialed his little brother. When there was no answer, he climbed out of the bed and started to dress, moving towards the door, worry beginning to show on his face.
"Francis? I thought his name was Sam?" Alex stretched drowsily, but then climbed out of the bed to go and empty his own bladder. "He's probably sleeping, don't you think?" Alex reached for Dean. "Come on. Come back to bed. He's a big boy, and he can cope with getting his own breakfast for once, can't he?"
“Just a name I call him, like college boy," Dean mumbled as he started to look for his pants. Sam was his brother. Sam had been his everything 'til Alex had come back into his life, and it was still his job to protect him. "Sam doesn't sleep much. Nightmares. He's usually awake before me."
Alex emerged from the shower and put his arm round Dean's shoulders from behind, kissing along the back of his neck. "Please, baby, come on back to bed. It's chilly out here." He tried to guide Dean back towards the inviting blankets.
Leaning back into him, Dean was more than tempted to just go back to bed as Alex wanted. However, this was his brother. "I need to go check on him." He reluctantly pulled himself away from Alex, bending to put his pants on. "If he's still in bed, I'll come back." Zipping his pants up, Dean kissed Alex and then pulled on first his shirt and then his jacket. "Don't you dare go anywhere." He kissed Alex firmly once again and then turned and headed out to look for his brother.
He turned the corner, going towards the room they’d taken on arrival. He was almost there when he saw Sam crossing the parking lot with two cups of coffee and a bag of donuts. "Sam!" He called out.
"Dean? Where the hell have you been? You didn't come back last night?" Sam used his longs legs to carry him over toward his brother.
Back inside the room, Alex had given a sigh. Fun time was apparently over. Time to face the music. He gazed regretfully at the bed and reached for his clothes, dressing quickly without bothering with his prosthetic arm. Following Dean out, he caught up with him, just as the long streak of nothing he called a brother did. Alex could feel his gut tighten with jealousy as he watched the way that Dean looked at him, and he had to bite back the words that rose to his lips as Sam stared coldly at him.
"You want breakfast, baby?" he asked Dean, ignoring Sam as he stood holding the donuts.
Sam looked suddenly shocked, gazing from one to the other of them, wide eyed. "Dean?" he said, his voice a little high.
Dean gazed back and forth between the two men, mirroring Sam’s actions, although he was by no means as wide eyed. "Sam, this is Alex. Alex, Sam, my little brother." He shifted uneasily. "Alex and I know each other from a while back. We met after you left for Stanford." He shot Sam a quelling look, "This breakfast?" He pulled the bag away from his brother's hand and peeked inside. "We should get some more."
"You want donuts, or protein?" Alex slipped his arm around Dean's waist. "C'mon, Dean. Let me buy you a breakfast fit for a growing boy." He studied Sam, sending a message to him that Dean was his, and that Sam was too late. "You too, I guess, if you want. Donuts are okay, but I fancy ham." He lowered his head to whisper into Dean's ear. "I was hoping for sausage, but I guess that's got to wait ‘til later, yes?"
Dean reached in the bag, pulling out a donut and took a bite, handing the bag back to Sam, "Yeah, we should get something more to eat. Sammy here needs to keep his strength up too. He's a growing boy as well." He smiled up at Sam. "Let's go, you two," he said, winking back to Alex. "Later, maybe lunch?" He started making for the little diner attached to the hotel they were staying in.
"C’mon you two, shake a leg," he called back.
Sam and Alex glared at each other for a moment before following after Dean, each one deep in his own thoughts. The diner was small, and there were several people eating breakfast. The scents of coffee and bacon assailed their nostrils as they pushed through the doors. Dean moved towards one of the booths, while Sam and Alex eyed each other, each of them determined to sit next to him.
Finally, Sam aimed a saccharine smile at the newcomer and said, sweetly, "I guess you'd better sit beside him, so he can cut your food up for you.
Alex didn't appear to move, but suddenly Sam felt a pricking in the small of his back, and when he looked around, there was a very businesslike knife at his kidney. "I can cut things up for myself, thanks," murmured Alex, lowering his lashes and smirking.
Dean sank himself into the booth, grabbing at a menu. He glanced over to the two, and noticed that they seemed to hesitate a moment before Sam crossed, looking a little pale as he took his place across from his brother. He glanced at Alex, noting that he was getting along fine for someone who lost his arm. "I feel like a big ole stack of flapjacks. And coffee. How about you?" he asked Alex, leaning over to peek at his menu. "This looks good." He pointed at the “Super Trucker Breakfast,” and lounged in his seat, crossing his legs at the ankles and stretching them out under the table.
Dean leaned back, stretching his arms out over the back of the seat and addressed Sam. "We should really get some newspapers too, don't you think?"
"Bacon," murmured Alex, looking at the menu. "Bacon and poached eggs, toast and coffee. What about you, Sasqu... uh... Sam?" Alex smiled, long lashes in play again as he laid the menu down. "I'll bet you need a lot of food to keep going."
"I'll go with scrambled egg, sausage and hash browns," said Sam, looking pointedly at Dean and ignoring the man at his side. "And yeah, I can go grab a couple or papers, if you like. Uh..." He looked at Dean and then back to Alex, obviously wanting to know just how much Alex knew, and unable to ask while the man was sitting there.
"He knows, Sammy," Dean knew his brother's looks, all too well. "I'll order your meal." Dean leaned forward to retrieve his wallet and handed a few bills over to Sam. "Here." He gave his little brother a warm smile, knowing it was probably what Sam needed. This moment could get very... uncomfortable if permitted. Dean was determined not to allow it. His two companions were just gonna have to get along, because, damn it, he loved them both, and he wasn't gonna let either of them push the other away.
"I was gonna pick up the tab," murmured Alex, giving Dean a nudge. "My treat." He put his hand over Dean's. "I want to."
He was leaning as close to Dean as he could without actually kissing him, needing Dean to know that he was a little nervous under the scrutiny of his sweetheart's brother.
"You told him what we do?" Sam sounded a little taken aback, but he didn't press the issue, although it was apparent that there were things that Sam would want to talk about the moment they were alone together. "Okay. We're all on the same page then. I'll go grab a few of the local papers."
Dean just looked at Sam and nodded. "Okay, hurry back, before your coffee gets cold... or drank. And no picking up chicks while you’re gone." He smirked at Sam before turning back to Alex. "It's just for the papers. You still get to buy breakfast, and we eat a lot." He chuckled. "Ooh, coffee, you are a savior," he said to the waitress who was pouring the cups.
Adjusted himself in the seat, Dean gave Alex a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about Sam. He will grow to like you; trust me. And you'll like him. Especially after he flashes you a couple of those puppy-dog looks of his."
Alex was inclined to doubt that. He'd received some extremely hostile vibes from the long streak of nothing Dean called brother, but if Dean wanted him to make nice anyway, he'd give it his best shot, even though nice wasn't really his strong suit. "Okay, okay! I'll give him a chance, just for you." He put his hand over Dean's again, for a moment, squeezing before letting it go and turning to his coffee.
Their breakfast orders were being placed on the table by the time Sam returned, bearing a stack of newspapers of varying thickness. "Okay, dude, here you go," he said, dumping the pile down on the table in the empty area where a fourth setting would have been. "Food first, and then we can see what's happening out there."
Dean grabbed at his plate when the food arrived, apparently starving. A slice of bacon was half eaten as he reached for a paper. "Hopefully we can find something," he said, mouth full of sausage. He was trying valiantly to stay off the topic that he knew Sam would really want to discuss, their father and finding him.
"Must be a slow news day," Dean tossed the paper back with the others before reaching for another. He offered Alex a slice of his bacon while he dug around in his pockets for a pen. "This looks like something." He circled it and shoved it over toward Sam, his foot bumping his little brother's leg.
"What you got?" Sam grabbed the paper eagerly, shooting a veiled look of triumph at Alex, who merely sat and ate his food, apparently unconcerned. Turning it round so that he could read the article that Dean had circled, he frowned. "You've got to be fucking kidding me. You can't be serious."
Alex was baffled now, wondering what the fuss was about. He didn't have to wait long. Sam started to laugh. "Well, I realize that you just embraced a new lifestyle, but honestly, fairies!" he said.
Dean looked at Sam, his face not showing any humor, "Okay, smart-ass, you find something." He looked away and started eating again, withdrawn now, not responding to Sam, even pulling his leg away so that it was no longer touching his brother.
"Fairies?" Alex had to suppress a smile. "Are they spoiling the milk or what?" He reached for the paper, and Sam, looking a little subdued, handed it over.
"Not exactly," Sam said. indicating the article. "Seems that some teens have gone missing, up in Oklahoma. The legends say that there's a fairy circle, and that the kids were trying to bring the fairies through the gate. Apparently there have been all the signs of fairy infestation since they vanished - cows dying, crops blighted and that kind of thing."
Dean just kept on eating. He figured if he stayed silent, it would force these two knuckle-heads to talk and possibly, God forbid, even get along. Dean was not about to have to make a choice between one or the other; he loved them both. Sam was his brother, but he’d abandoned him - left him with their father, who seemed to see him as merely another tool. Dean had fallen in love with Alex only to lose him once. Alex was precious, a man who’d accepted him without question for who he was.
"So we checking this out, or do you think my judgment will be tainted?" Dean asked finally before returning to his breakfast once more.
"I guess we'd better check it out," nodded Sam. "Are we going to drop him off somewhere?" He gave a nod of his head towards Alex, who was just finishing his food.
Alex turned to look at him, game face firmly in place. "Listen, dude, Dean and I are together. Get used to it," he murmured. "I realize that you're used to considering him your very own punch bag, but all good things come to an end."
"What the fuck does he see in you?" Sam looked furious. "And it's not like you'll be much use in a fight. Can you even fight, or are we going to be protecting you at every turn?"
The smile that crossed Alex's face at that was feral. "Why don't you try me and find out, little brother," he said, voice honeyed. "Any time."
"Knock it off you two," Dean kicked them both under the table. "I'm not dropping him off somewhere, unless he wants me to. And he can take care of himself. He's a good fighter." Dean knew how handy Alex was with a gun. He might have been missing one arm, but it wasn’t the one he shot with. "You two remind me of kindergartners, fighting over a toy." He rolled his eyes and would have gotten up and left if he hadn’t been effectively trapped by Alex who was sitting on the outside of the booth.
"You," He pointed at Alex, "Sam is my brother, and he's not going anywhere either. Hell, I dragged his college boy ass right back out of college." Dean still felt some guilt about doing so, wondering if maybe Jessica would still be alive if he hadn’t, although he knew that if he hadn’t Sam might have been dead as well. "You both just need to put up with each other, or I'll... lock both your asses in a closet and not let you out till you start getting along."
Realizing with a sudden shock, that his battle for supremacy with Sam was upsetting his lover, Alex turned to him, contrition written in his green eyes. "Okay, love," he murmured, his rich voice soft and concerned. "I'm sorry. I'll try and behave." He shot a glare at Sam as he spoke. "For you."
"There'd be nothing left of him, if you locked him up somewhere with me," complained Sam, still grumpy as he eyed the usurper. "Why do we have to have him along with us anyway? He's a different style of one-night stand for you, isn't he?" He paused, studying the two of them together. "Does Dad know about him?"
Dean shifted his gaze to Alex and nodded, then turned his attention back to Sam, who didn't seem to want to give up the argument as usual and was still complaining, letting his grumpiness show through. He sighed at Sam then leaned back, wishing he could climb out of the booth and get the hell away. "Yeah, he is. And he isn't a one night stand, Sam. I met him when you left me to go to college, back when dad sent me out on my own to a job. But you know what, it doesn’t really matter if he knows or not, he..." Dean clamped his jaw shut.
"Move a minute," he said, starting to push at Alex. "Let me the fuck out of here." He couldn't take it any more. He needed air. He needed to get away before he found himself admitting how he really felt.
Sam looked on, astonished that Dean would actually walk out, as Alex slid out of the bench to let his lover leave. "It'll be okay," Alex husked as Dean pushed past him and watched him as he went.
Turning back to Sam, he frowned. "You don't care who you hurt, do you, you fucking jerk." He indicated Dean with his chin as his lover made his way outside. "I couldn't give a rat's ass about the bitching you're doing, but you're hurting Dean, and I would've thought that you cared about him."
"I... I do care about him," said Sam, outraged that this interloper would even suggest he didn't.
"If you care about him, go tell him, bitch!" Alex rolled his eyes. "And make it convincing. He's your brother, but he's my lover, and I won't have him upset over some diva who thinks everything's all about them."
Sam flushed, then turned pale, his chin jutting as his anger rose. Abruptly he rose to his feet and stomped off in pursuit of Dean, leaving Alex smiling at the table. Jauntily, he gestured for the check and sat smiling as he gave the two brothers time for their little tete a tete.
Part 15: “Someone’s Listening In”
Authors: art_of_mayhem and candygramme
Rated: R for language and adult concepts.
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Alex Krycek
Spoilers: Vague for the X-Files “Terma” and “Requiem”
Warning: Slash
Word count: 3,279
Disclaimer: Dean and his family belong to Eric Kripke and Supernatural, and Alex belongs to Chris Carter and the X-Files. We own nothing. We are doing this for love and not money.
Author’s notes: After losing contact with each other during the time Sam was at college, Alex and Dean meet again, but now Sam is back and dad’s gone missing.
The quoted song is “Life In A Glass House,” by Radiohead.
The beautiful icon is by art_of_mayhem.
Part 14
Part 13
Part 12
Part 11
Part 10
Part 9
Part 8
Part 7
Part 6
Part 5
Part 4
Part 3
Part 2
Part 1
Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat
Well of course I'd like to stay and chew the fat
Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat
But someone's listening in
The morning dawned, dull and rainy. Alex had slept better than he ever had since the loss of his arm. He woke in the circle of Dean's embrace, and gave a contented sigh. He couldn't believe that he'd found his lover at last, and that they seemed all set to ride off into the sunset together. He snuggled back against Dean, feeling his lover's warmth against his skin, feeling his lover's cock, piss-proud, pressing against him. His own bladder was full to bursting, but he didn't want to move, knowing that all too soon this little encounter would be over, and they would need to face the outside world - more particularly, they'd need to face the brother. Alex had a suspicion that the brother would be seriously displeased by his presence at Dean's side.
Dean could feel warmth, could smell the scent of another man. His arms tightened as sleep started to leave him. He gave a happy little moan and a smile tugged at his lips. He rubbed Alex's back with one hand and slowly opened his eyes. Damn! He needed to pee, but, much like Alex, he didn't want to get out of the warm bed. Leaning back a little, Dean looked down at the face on the pillow beside him. "Hey, Sunshine," he said softly before rolling onto his back. "I gotta pee." He started to get up but stopped for a second, turning back so he could kiss Alex's nose.
He rolled off the bed and padded into the bathroom. "Sam is probably wondering where I'm at," he called as he used the toilet. He came back out, stretching and then jumped into the bed once more. "Yer turn, I'm gonna call Francis." He started searching for his phone, pulling it out of his discarded jeans and dialed his little brother. When there was no answer, he climbed out of the bed and started to dress, moving towards the door, worry beginning to show on his face.
"Francis? I thought his name was Sam?" Alex stretched drowsily, but then climbed out of the bed to go and empty his own bladder. "He's probably sleeping, don't you think?" Alex reached for Dean. "Come on. Come back to bed. He's a big boy, and he can cope with getting his own breakfast for once, can't he?"
“Just a name I call him, like college boy," Dean mumbled as he started to look for his pants. Sam was his brother. Sam had been his everything 'til Alex had come back into his life, and it was still his job to protect him. "Sam doesn't sleep much. Nightmares. He's usually awake before me."
Alex emerged from the shower and put his arm round Dean's shoulders from behind, kissing along the back of his neck. "Please, baby, come on back to bed. It's chilly out here." He tried to guide Dean back towards the inviting blankets.
Leaning back into him, Dean was more than tempted to just go back to bed as Alex wanted. However, this was his brother. "I need to go check on him." He reluctantly pulled himself away from Alex, bending to put his pants on. "If he's still in bed, I'll come back." Zipping his pants up, Dean kissed Alex and then pulled on first his shirt and then his jacket. "Don't you dare go anywhere." He kissed Alex firmly once again and then turned and headed out to look for his brother.
He turned the corner, going towards the room they’d taken on arrival. He was almost there when he saw Sam crossing the parking lot with two cups of coffee and a bag of donuts. "Sam!" He called out.
"Dean? Where the hell have you been? You didn't come back last night?" Sam used his longs legs to carry him over toward his brother.
Back inside the room, Alex had given a sigh. Fun time was apparently over. Time to face the music. He gazed regretfully at the bed and reached for his clothes, dressing quickly without bothering with his prosthetic arm. Following Dean out, he caught up with him, just as the long streak of nothing he called a brother did. Alex could feel his gut tighten with jealousy as he watched the way that Dean looked at him, and he had to bite back the words that rose to his lips as Sam stared coldly at him.
"You want breakfast, baby?" he asked Dean, ignoring Sam as he stood holding the donuts.
Sam looked suddenly shocked, gazing from one to the other of them, wide eyed. "Dean?" he said, his voice a little high.
Dean gazed back and forth between the two men, mirroring Sam’s actions, although he was by no means as wide eyed. "Sam, this is Alex. Alex, Sam, my little brother." He shifted uneasily. "Alex and I know each other from a while back. We met after you left for Stanford." He shot Sam a quelling look, "This breakfast?" He pulled the bag away from his brother's hand and peeked inside. "We should get some more."
"You want donuts, or protein?" Alex slipped his arm around Dean's waist. "C'mon, Dean. Let me buy you a breakfast fit for a growing boy." He studied Sam, sending a message to him that Dean was his, and that Sam was too late. "You too, I guess, if you want. Donuts are okay, but I fancy ham." He lowered his head to whisper into Dean's ear. "I was hoping for sausage, but I guess that's got to wait ‘til later, yes?"
Dean reached in the bag, pulling out a donut and took a bite, handing the bag back to Sam, "Yeah, we should get something more to eat. Sammy here needs to keep his strength up too. He's a growing boy as well." He smiled up at Sam. "Let's go, you two," he said, winking back to Alex. "Later, maybe lunch?" He started making for the little diner attached to the hotel they were staying in.
"C’mon you two, shake a leg," he called back.
Sam and Alex glared at each other for a moment before following after Dean, each one deep in his own thoughts. The diner was small, and there were several people eating breakfast. The scents of coffee and bacon assailed their nostrils as they pushed through the doors. Dean moved towards one of the booths, while Sam and Alex eyed each other, each of them determined to sit next to him.
Finally, Sam aimed a saccharine smile at the newcomer and said, sweetly, "I guess you'd better sit beside him, so he can cut your food up for you.
Alex didn't appear to move, but suddenly Sam felt a pricking in the small of his back, and when he looked around, there was a very businesslike knife at his kidney. "I can cut things up for myself, thanks," murmured Alex, lowering his lashes and smirking.
Dean sank himself into the booth, grabbing at a menu. He glanced over to the two, and noticed that they seemed to hesitate a moment before Sam crossed, looking a little pale as he took his place across from his brother. He glanced at Alex, noting that he was getting along fine for someone who lost his arm. "I feel like a big ole stack of flapjacks. And coffee. How about you?" he asked Alex, leaning over to peek at his menu. "This looks good." He pointed at the “Super Trucker Breakfast,” and lounged in his seat, crossing his legs at the ankles and stretching them out under the table.
Dean leaned back, stretching his arms out over the back of the seat and addressed Sam. "We should really get some newspapers too, don't you think?"
"Bacon," murmured Alex, looking at the menu. "Bacon and poached eggs, toast and coffee. What about you, Sasqu... uh... Sam?" Alex smiled, long lashes in play again as he laid the menu down. "I'll bet you need a lot of food to keep going."
"I'll go with scrambled egg, sausage and hash browns," said Sam, looking pointedly at Dean and ignoring the man at his side. "And yeah, I can go grab a couple or papers, if you like. Uh..." He looked at Dean and then back to Alex, obviously wanting to know just how much Alex knew, and unable to ask while the man was sitting there.
"He knows, Sammy," Dean knew his brother's looks, all too well. "I'll order your meal." Dean leaned forward to retrieve his wallet and handed a few bills over to Sam. "Here." He gave his little brother a warm smile, knowing it was probably what Sam needed. This moment could get very... uncomfortable if permitted. Dean was determined not to allow it. His two companions were just gonna have to get along, because, damn it, he loved them both, and he wasn't gonna let either of them push the other away.
"I was gonna pick up the tab," murmured Alex, giving Dean a nudge. "My treat." He put his hand over Dean's. "I want to."
He was leaning as close to Dean as he could without actually kissing him, needing Dean to know that he was a little nervous under the scrutiny of his sweetheart's brother.
"You told him what we do?" Sam sounded a little taken aback, but he didn't press the issue, although it was apparent that there were things that Sam would want to talk about the moment they were alone together. "Okay. We're all on the same page then. I'll go grab a few of the local papers."
Dean just looked at Sam and nodded. "Okay, hurry back, before your coffee gets cold... or drank. And no picking up chicks while you’re gone." He smirked at Sam before turning back to Alex. "It's just for the papers. You still get to buy breakfast, and we eat a lot." He chuckled. "Ooh, coffee, you are a savior," he said to the waitress who was pouring the cups.
Adjusted himself in the seat, Dean gave Alex a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about Sam. He will grow to like you; trust me. And you'll like him. Especially after he flashes you a couple of those puppy-dog looks of his."
Alex was inclined to doubt that. He'd received some extremely hostile vibes from the long streak of nothing Dean called brother, but if Dean wanted him to make nice anyway, he'd give it his best shot, even though nice wasn't really his strong suit. "Okay, okay! I'll give him a chance, just for you." He put his hand over Dean's again, for a moment, squeezing before letting it go and turning to his coffee.
Their breakfast orders were being placed on the table by the time Sam returned, bearing a stack of newspapers of varying thickness. "Okay, dude, here you go," he said, dumping the pile down on the table in the empty area where a fourth setting would have been. "Food first, and then we can see what's happening out there."
Dean grabbed at his plate when the food arrived, apparently starving. A slice of bacon was half eaten as he reached for a paper. "Hopefully we can find something," he said, mouth full of sausage. He was trying valiantly to stay off the topic that he knew Sam would really want to discuss, their father and finding him.
"Must be a slow news day," Dean tossed the paper back with the others before reaching for another. He offered Alex a slice of his bacon while he dug around in his pockets for a pen. "This looks like something." He circled it and shoved it over toward Sam, his foot bumping his little brother's leg.
"What you got?" Sam grabbed the paper eagerly, shooting a veiled look of triumph at Alex, who merely sat and ate his food, apparently unconcerned. Turning it round so that he could read the article that Dean had circled, he frowned. "You've got to be fucking kidding me. You can't be serious."
Alex was baffled now, wondering what the fuss was about. He didn't have to wait long. Sam started to laugh. "Well, I realize that you just embraced a new lifestyle, but honestly, fairies!" he said.
Dean looked at Sam, his face not showing any humor, "Okay, smart-ass, you find something." He looked away and started eating again, withdrawn now, not responding to Sam, even pulling his leg away so that it was no longer touching his brother.
"Fairies?" Alex had to suppress a smile. "Are they spoiling the milk or what?" He reached for the paper, and Sam, looking a little subdued, handed it over.
"Not exactly," Sam said. indicating the article. "Seems that some teens have gone missing, up in Oklahoma. The legends say that there's a fairy circle, and that the kids were trying to bring the fairies through the gate. Apparently there have been all the signs of fairy infestation since they vanished - cows dying, crops blighted and that kind of thing."
Dean just kept on eating. He figured if he stayed silent, it would force these two knuckle-heads to talk and possibly, God forbid, even get along. Dean was not about to have to make a choice between one or the other; he loved them both. Sam was his brother, but he’d abandoned him - left him with their father, who seemed to see him as merely another tool. Dean had fallen in love with Alex only to lose him once. Alex was precious, a man who’d accepted him without question for who he was.
"So we checking this out, or do you think my judgment will be tainted?" Dean asked finally before returning to his breakfast once more.
"I guess we'd better check it out," nodded Sam. "Are we going to drop him off somewhere?" He gave a nod of his head towards Alex, who was just finishing his food.
Alex turned to look at him, game face firmly in place. "Listen, dude, Dean and I are together. Get used to it," he murmured. "I realize that you're used to considering him your very own punch bag, but all good things come to an end."
"What the fuck does he see in you?" Sam looked furious. "And it's not like you'll be much use in a fight. Can you even fight, or are we going to be protecting you at every turn?"
The smile that crossed Alex's face at that was feral. "Why don't you try me and find out, little brother," he said, voice honeyed. "Any time."
"Knock it off you two," Dean kicked them both under the table. "I'm not dropping him off somewhere, unless he wants me to. And he can take care of himself. He's a good fighter." Dean knew how handy Alex was with a gun. He might have been missing one arm, but it wasn’t the one he shot with. "You two remind me of kindergartners, fighting over a toy." He rolled his eyes and would have gotten up and left if he hadn’t been effectively trapped by Alex who was sitting on the outside of the booth.
"You," He pointed at Alex, "Sam is my brother, and he's not going anywhere either. Hell, I dragged his college boy ass right back out of college." Dean still felt some guilt about doing so, wondering if maybe Jessica would still be alive if he hadn’t, although he knew that if he hadn’t Sam might have been dead as well. "You both just need to put up with each other, or I'll... lock both your asses in a closet and not let you out till you start getting along."
Realizing with a sudden shock, that his battle for supremacy with Sam was upsetting his lover, Alex turned to him, contrition written in his green eyes. "Okay, love," he murmured, his rich voice soft and concerned. "I'm sorry. I'll try and behave." He shot a glare at Sam as he spoke. "For you."
"There'd be nothing left of him, if you locked him up somewhere with me," complained Sam, still grumpy as he eyed the usurper. "Why do we have to have him along with us anyway? He's a different style of one-night stand for you, isn't he?" He paused, studying the two of them together. "Does Dad know about him?"
Dean shifted his gaze to Alex and nodded, then turned his attention back to Sam, who didn't seem to want to give up the argument as usual and was still complaining, letting his grumpiness show through. He sighed at Sam then leaned back, wishing he could climb out of the booth and get the hell away. "Yeah, he is. And he isn't a one night stand, Sam. I met him when you left me to go to college, back when dad sent me out on my own to a job. But you know what, it doesn’t really matter if he knows or not, he..." Dean clamped his jaw shut.
"Move a minute," he said, starting to push at Alex. "Let me the fuck out of here." He couldn't take it any more. He needed air. He needed to get away before he found himself admitting how he really felt.
Sam looked on, astonished that Dean would actually walk out, as Alex slid out of the bench to let his lover leave. "It'll be okay," Alex husked as Dean pushed past him and watched him as he went.
Turning back to Sam, he frowned. "You don't care who you hurt, do you, you fucking jerk." He indicated Dean with his chin as his lover made his way outside. "I couldn't give a rat's ass about the bitching you're doing, but you're hurting Dean, and I would've thought that you cared about him."
"I... I do care about him," said Sam, outraged that this interloper would even suggest he didn't.
"If you care about him, go tell him, bitch!" Alex rolled his eyes. "And make it convincing. He's your brother, but he's my lover, and I won't have him upset over some diva who thinks everything's all about them."
Sam flushed, then turned pale, his chin jutting as his anger rose. Abruptly he rose to his feet and stomped off in pursuit of Dean, leaving Alex smiling at the table. Jauntily, he gestured for the check and sat smiling as he gave the two brothers time for their little tete a tete.