Staring Up At Where the Moon Should Be (Supernatural/Dark Angel, gen, R) 2/?
[ Prologue ] [ Chapter 1 ] [ Chapter 2 ] [ Chapter 3 ] [ Chapter 4 ] [ Chapter 5 ]
Title: Staring Up At Where the Moon Should Be
Author: Spinny Roses
Fandom: Supernatural/Dark Angel
Rating: R
Warnings: Gen, violence
Spoilers: "In My Time of Dying" for Supernatural, up to "Love in Vein" for Dark Angel
Disclaimer: Don't own. Title from "Stray" by Yoko Kanno.
Summary: In 2009, children with special gifts stopped losing their mothers six months after they were born. Ten years later, people start disappearing six months after their fortieth birthday.
Staring Up At Where the Moon Should Be
By Spinny Roses
Chapter 2
"What do we know about the missing people?"
Logan just gave Alec a nasty look. "Normal, solid citizens. Eyes Only wasn't interested in normals. And what the hell are you doing here?"
"Someone I know has an interest in them," Alec responded easily, avoiding the issue. "Nothing in their past? Nothing military, weird occurrences?"
Logan glared at him, then started up a new search. "I'll send it with Max."
Alec grinned, and slapped the man solidly on the back. "There we go!" At Logan's exasperated look, he backed off. "Have fun with Maxie," he said as he backed up, giving him a kissy-face as he left.
It was probably good that Logan wasn't a transgenic, Alec reflected. The fight that would have resulted... and that would have just been Max pounding sense into the both of them.
---
"Sam! My man! Did you get it?"
The youngest Winchester held up the coffee and bag. "One cup of swill and one heart attack in a bun, just for you."
"You're the best brother," Dean said sincerely, and gulped down some of the bitter liquid. "Or not. Did they filter this with old socks?"
"I think so," Sam said innocently. "At least, that's what I think I saw."
Dean grumbled, taking another swig. "Okay, I've been going over the papers and what we can get from my contact. All the people that have disappeared have been completely normal. Kinda sickeningly so."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "We, Dean? You've been sitting here on your ass, only going out when you're meeting your 'contact' with Terminal City."
"I don't like transgenics," Dean muttered, going through the piles. "The lights went out last night, so I didn't get a lot done, but it looks like they went out of their way to stay away from the sectors that had high transgenic sightings. Issac was freakishly lucky; doesn't have a single automotive accident. Or any sort of accident. My contact doesn't have anything else yet."
Sam went over his brother's notes, occasionally throwing out a comment about Dean's handwriting when he noticed something. "Birth records. They're missing."
"Yeah. I'm got someone on it."
"And who would that be, Dean?"
"Just someone I know," Dean snapped back. "Drop it."
"You only go out when I'm asleep. Who the hell do you think you're fooling, Dean? You don't normally blow off collecting information but ever since you suddenly changed your mind about staying... what the hell is here that you're running from?"
"Nothing!" Dean rubbed his neck. "Nothing. Transgenics just make my skin crawl."
Sam opened his mouth, then dropped it. "Whatever. Tell me what your contact comes up with next."
---
"Anything?"
"Eyes Only is working on it. And Dean? This dream shit has got to go."
---
Sam just looked down at his sleeping brother's form, shaking his head. He was supposed to go out and meet this "contact," and instead was snoring away. With an annoyed sound, he grabbed his gun and bag. While the old man was sleeping, he had work to do.
---
"Crap. Need to get going. I'll see you later, or not. Hopefully not."
"Hey, I'm the one giving up on my beauty sleep here, dude."
---
Sam nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. "Thanks," he muttered, making a slight face. The coffee really was gross. But before complaining about it...
He pulled out a map, looking at the plots he made. Red were the last known location, green were their homes. No matter how many lines he made, they still didn't make sense. And they weren't patterned or grouped. It was... random.
They didn't even have the same last day. Issac had gotten a package from... Jam Pony. Ysandre had gone to work and home, no record of visitors except from her family when they realized she didn't come in to work the next day. Ralph had gone to a strip club, and Nalia...
Coffee spilled all over his shirt and papers as he walked into a pole, completely engrossed in what he was reading. Behind him, a bicycle came to a screeching halt.
"Nice. Here, let me help." Sam froze at the voice, listening to whoever, whatever was behind him pause briefly, then bend down. "It works better if you don't... why the fuck are you looking up the missing people?"
Sam reached for his gun, only to get his wrist caught in an inhuman grip. "Bastard," he grunted as he was slammed face first into a wall.
"Could say the same," came the casual, younger version of Dean's voice. "What do you have to do with them? You from Manticore?"
"What?" Okay, this one was pretty good at pinning. Sam couldn't even wiggle his fingers. "The demon, manticore?"
There was a scoffing sound. "You too, huh? Demons everywhere?" The grip on his wrist tightened. "Mind telling me why you look like 675?"
"Who? While we're here, mind telling me why you look like my brother?"
"Your br-" It hesitated. "Oh hell. Mid-thirties, Caucasian, bad hair... talks about demons, yeah, that sounds about right."
"Nice to know the monsters know me," Sam grunted, trying to push himself off the wall. "Try it next time without my brother's face. It's just old now."
"Dude, believe me, I am your brother. Or at least one of the still living, sane ones."
Sam craned his head around. "No offense, but I've dealt with skin-shifters before."
"And if that meant something to me, I'd say. Name's Alec."
"Or X5-494," came an older Dean voice. "Alec, as in "Smart Alec"? Finally admitted to your smart ass-ness?"
"Hey, if a pretty girl names me that, who am I to tell her no? By the way, Sammy, nice to meet you." The guy let him go, backing up with Sam's gun dangled between his fingers. "Nice piece, too. Old... but it looks like you keep it in good condition."
"Thanks?" Sam looked between Dean and this... Alec. He wasn't the spitting image of Dean at twenty, he was Dean at twenty. "... what the hell?"
Dean was rubbing furiously at his neck. "It never gets easier being around you freaks," he complained to Alec, ignoring his baby brother. He held out his hand, and Alec flipped the gun around to slap the grip into Dean's palm. "And aren't you late?"
"Eh, Normal will believe whatever crap I come up with. Oh, Eyes Only should have the information about their families soon, though it looks like a lot of it's sealed or missing. And tell your brother that isn't a flattering look." Alec climbed back onto his bike, waving lazily as he pedaled away
Dean eyed Sam, taking in the dumbfounded look and gaping mouth. "Yeah, he's right. C'mon, Sammy, let's get out of the streets before you start demanding to know what's going on."
Sam was looking at Alec's retreating back, then at Dean, back and forth. Finally, only one word came out.
"...what?"
Title: Staring Up At Where the Moon Should Be
Author: Spinny Roses
Fandom: Supernatural/Dark Angel
Rating: R
Warnings: Gen, violence
Spoilers: "In My Time of Dying" for Supernatural, up to "Love in Vein" for Dark Angel
Disclaimer: Don't own. Title from "Stray" by Yoko Kanno.
Summary: In 2009, children with special gifts stopped losing their mothers six months after they were born. Ten years later, people start disappearing six months after their fortieth birthday.
Staring Up At Where the Moon Should Be
By Spinny Roses
Chapter 2
"What do we know about the missing people?"
Logan just gave Alec a nasty look. "Normal, solid citizens. Eyes Only wasn't interested in normals. And what the hell are you doing here?"
"Someone I know has an interest in them," Alec responded easily, avoiding the issue. "Nothing in their past? Nothing military, weird occurrences?"
Logan glared at him, then started up a new search. "I'll send it with Max."
Alec grinned, and slapped the man solidly on the back. "There we go!" At Logan's exasperated look, he backed off. "Have fun with Maxie," he said as he backed up, giving him a kissy-face as he left.
It was probably good that Logan wasn't a transgenic, Alec reflected. The fight that would have resulted... and that would have just been Max pounding sense into the both of them.
---
"Sam! My man! Did you get it?"
The youngest Winchester held up the coffee and bag. "One cup of swill and one heart attack in a bun, just for you."
"You're the best brother," Dean said sincerely, and gulped down some of the bitter liquid. "Or not. Did they filter this with old socks?"
"I think so," Sam said innocently. "At least, that's what I think I saw."
Dean grumbled, taking another swig. "Okay, I've been going over the papers and what we can get from my contact. All the people that have disappeared have been completely normal. Kinda sickeningly so."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "We, Dean? You've been sitting here on your ass, only going out when you're meeting your 'contact' with Terminal City."
"I don't like transgenics," Dean muttered, going through the piles. "The lights went out last night, so I didn't get a lot done, but it looks like they went out of their way to stay away from the sectors that had high transgenic sightings. Issac was freakishly lucky; doesn't have a single automotive accident. Or any sort of accident. My contact doesn't have anything else yet."
Sam went over his brother's notes, occasionally throwing out a comment about Dean's handwriting when he noticed something. "Birth records. They're missing."
"Yeah. I'm got someone on it."
"And who would that be, Dean?"
"Just someone I know," Dean snapped back. "Drop it."
"You only go out when I'm asleep. Who the hell do you think you're fooling, Dean? You don't normally blow off collecting information but ever since you suddenly changed your mind about staying... what the hell is here that you're running from?"
"Nothing!" Dean rubbed his neck. "Nothing. Transgenics just make my skin crawl."
Sam opened his mouth, then dropped it. "Whatever. Tell me what your contact comes up with next."
---
"Anything?"
"Eyes Only is working on it. And Dean? This dream shit has got to go."
---
Sam just looked down at his sleeping brother's form, shaking his head. He was supposed to go out and meet this "contact," and instead was snoring away. With an annoyed sound, he grabbed his gun and bag. While the old man was sleeping, he had work to do.
---
"Crap. Need to get going. I'll see you later, or not. Hopefully not."
"Hey, I'm the one giving up on my beauty sleep here, dude."
---
Sam nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. "Thanks," he muttered, making a slight face. The coffee really was gross. But before complaining about it...
He pulled out a map, looking at the plots he made. Red were the last known location, green were their homes. No matter how many lines he made, they still didn't make sense. And they weren't patterned or grouped. It was... random.
They didn't even have the same last day. Issac had gotten a package from... Jam Pony. Ysandre had gone to work and home, no record of visitors except from her family when they realized she didn't come in to work the next day. Ralph had gone to a strip club, and Nalia...
Coffee spilled all over his shirt and papers as he walked into a pole, completely engrossed in what he was reading. Behind him, a bicycle came to a screeching halt.
"Nice. Here, let me help." Sam froze at the voice, listening to whoever, whatever was behind him pause briefly, then bend down. "It works better if you don't... why the fuck are you looking up the missing people?"
Sam reached for his gun, only to get his wrist caught in an inhuman grip. "Bastard," he grunted as he was slammed face first into a wall.
"Could say the same," came the casual, younger version of Dean's voice. "What do you have to do with them? You from Manticore?"
"What?" Okay, this one was pretty good at pinning. Sam couldn't even wiggle his fingers. "The demon, manticore?"
There was a scoffing sound. "You too, huh? Demons everywhere?" The grip on his wrist tightened. "Mind telling me why you look like 675?"
"Who? While we're here, mind telling me why you look like my brother?"
"Your br-" It hesitated. "Oh hell. Mid-thirties, Caucasian, bad hair... talks about demons, yeah, that sounds about right."
"Nice to know the monsters know me," Sam grunted, trying to push himself off the wall. "Try it next time without my brother's face. It's just old now."
"Dude, believe me, I am your brother. Or at least one of the still living, sane ones."
Sam craned his head around. "No offense, but I've dealt with skin-shifters before."
"And if that meant something to me, I'd say. Name's Alec."
"Or X5-494," came an older Dean voice. "Alec, as in "Smart Alec"? Finally admitted to your smart ass-ness?"
"Hey, if a pretty girl names me that, who am I to tell her no? By the way, Sammy, nice to meet you." The guy let him go, backing up with Sam's gun dangled between his fingers. "Nice piece, too. Old... but it looks like you keep it in good condition."
"Thanks?" Sam looked between Dean and this... Alec. He wasn't the spitting image of Dean at twenty, he was Dean at twenty. "... what the hell?"
Dean was rubbing furiously at his neck. "It never gets easier being around you freaks," he complained to Alec, ignoring his baby brother. He held out his hand, and Alec flipped the gun around to slap the grip into Dean's palm. "And aren't you late?"
"Eh, Normal will believe whatever crap I come up with. Oh, Eyes Only should have the information about their families soon, though it looks like a lot of it's sealed or missing. And tell your brother that isn't a flattering look." Alec climbed back onto his bike, waving lazily as he pedaled away
Dean eyed Sam, taking in the dumbfounded look and gaping mouth. "Yeah, he's right. C'mon, Sammy, let's get out of the streets before you start demanding to know what's going on."
Sam was looking at Alec's retreating back, then at Dean, back and forth. Finally, only one word came out.
"...what?"