Dean Winchester (godsfave) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2020-09-01 09:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !completed gdoc, alec mcdowell (not_ben), dean winchester (agentplant), ~2020 september |
Who: Dean & Alec
Where: On the streets in town.
When: Before meeting Sam.
What: Who the hell are you?
Warnings: None.
Dean had just sent the alternate Winchester brothers packing and he was exhausted from everything that happened earlier in the day. The worlds around them were slowly collapsing and they needed to figure out how to stop Chuck once and for all. For now, it was time to get some rest and recharge his batteries. He made his way from the main room to his room and when he turned the corner he found himself no longer inside the bunker. "Son of a bitch. What now? Cass? Can you hear me? I have no idea what just happened." He called out aloud for the angel and after waiting for a minute or so he walked further down the street he found himself on. "Where the fuck am I now?" He muttered to himself under his breath, before walking to the corner. Always on guard, he reached behind him to make sure his gun was accessible, should he need it. When he came around the corner he collided with someone and instinctively he grabbed them by the collar and slammed them into a nearby building. "Who are you and what do-" He paused after realizing that the person he was looking at was himself, only younger. "Start talking now, kid." *** Alec dropped his bagel. He dropped his bagel. He hadn't been slammed into a wall in a long time and maybe he'd normally feel nostalgic about it, but his damn bagel fell on the ground. He almost used his inhuman strength to reverse their positions, but he took in who it was - or who it probably was anyway - and Alec decided to mess with the guy. Since he was used to clones back home, this guy was no big deal. "Woah, Woah there old man." He held up his hands and, yeah, he gave his best ‘I’m scared who are you’ expression for a whole hot minute before amusement seemed into his eyes. “You need to buy me dinner before we get to the rough stuff.” *** Dean glared at the kid, far from amused by his retort. "Ha ha, very funny," he rolled his eyes and eased up on the kid, taking a step back. "What year is it, and why do you look like a younger version of me?" Strange things happened to him all the time and he was used to it. He had once existed side by side with a version of him from another time and just recently, his preppy counterparts. He had travelled back in time on more than occasion and even met his parents before he had been born. But this? This was new to him. While on the outside he appeared to be the same, it didn't seem that he was actually his younger self, but it was just a feeling. "What's your name, kid?" *** He could have told the truth. It would have probably been easier that way to explain who he was - that he came from a different world completely - etc etc, but Alec was now in a mood and the idea of messing with Dean seemed fun. Assuming this was Dean. If it wasn’t, then he supposed he’d just be Dean to this guy. He looked confused, brow furrowing. “Uh, I’m Dean?” Duh his tone seemed to say. “Hence why -” He made a gesture between the two of them. -- Dean stood there with a look of disbelief, followed by amusement and then snorted. He had two routes to take. He could pretend to be someone else completely or, he could put his little punk ass in place. Sure, there was always a possibility that he could eventually run into his younger self, but, he would know. However, if the kid knew that there was someone named Dean who looked just like him, that would mean someone he knew had to be around. "Nah, dude, my name's not Dean. It's Michael Morrison." Of all the names he could have given himself, why the fuck did he pick Michael. "What do you do around here, Dean?" *** Okay, so neither of them were buying each other, but Alec kind of respected that. At least Dean wasn’t an idiot. He had heard so much about the guy, so now he was seeing what he was worth up close and person. Probably just an average human though. One who did that hunting stuff. “Here? Go to the strip club, pick up women, drink a lot.” And that wasn’t even a lie. He shrugged and grin with a wink. “The ladies like us.” -- Okay, his opinion was starting to change about the guy. "Dude, seriously?" Dean questioned with an amused grin, reaching up to stroke at his jaw. "There's a strip club and we get a lot of action? This place might not be so bad after all." Given the fact that he hadn't been bumped here by Cass, he figured it would be a while before he got back home, but, he was going to make the most of it. "What did you do from wherever you came from, back home?" He was intrigued now and a little more curious about the kid who looked exactly like him at a younger age. Could he be an alternate Dean though? Like Charlie and Bobby? They had both existed in two different worlds, looked alike and even had the same names. --- He shrugged. “Who knows. I mean, I have pissed off a lot of people in my time. I doubt anyone has the ability to make this happen though. Too many people here from all over. Probably something else. Science. Who knows.” Alec didn’t care too much. He did miss Max, but this place was pretty great and his world sucked balls. “Why? Did you do something?” Maybe all versions of his face got up to no good. -- "That's a pretty vague statement. Did you lose your memory or something? What does science have to do with anything?" He wondered if maybe the kid had been dropped on his head one too many times as a baby. "Me? Did I do something? Not only did I get up to all sorts of trouble back home, I pissed off so many people I started to lose count. I mean, the shit I've been through is unreal. Doesn't sound like you've had much excitement in your life, though." --- “It’s vague because I don’t know. If I knew, I’d know who to direct my fists to.” Though the idea that he didn’t have any excitement in his life made him want to laugh. He channeled that into a grin instead. “What can I say? Live a boring life.” Which was a boldfaced lie. “Sounds like you don’t, though. Bet you most of those people deserved it though. People suck.” Most people. Hell, even he did, really. Alec knew he could be an asshole. -- "You live a boring life, huh?" It was hard to tell if the kid was bad at lying, or if it was supposed to be sarcasm. Both were entirely possible. "You're not wrong about people sucking, though." Dean agreed with a nod and his gaze narrowed at Alec. "Tell me, do you really get a lot of action at the strip club?" --- Alec liked Dean’s priorities. “Occasionally, but the bouncers there are pretty strict. There’s tons of girls here who are down to have some fun.” He thought of Malia. While he didn’t have any romantic feelings for her, Alec could appreciate her straight-forwardness. There was also Brooke. Though, that did remind him. “Uh, I should probably warn you about Sarah and Tara.” He grinned though. “They’re twins.” Then his grin was a little subdued. “They, uh, will not be your friend, probably.” He’d burn that bridge. Whoops. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the tell-tale signs of the Welcome Committee. He looked at Dean and winked. “You ever figure out my name, look me up and we can go to the club together.” He was sure the girls’ reactions would be priceless. “Enjoy talking to the overly chipper.” He up nodded to the people approaching before he slipped away. -- |