Chapter One: Fate's Calling

A/N: So this idea has been going through my head over and over again. Now I’m just going to go for it. Let me know what you think. There are a few changes. The pulse happened in 1990, Freak Nation took place in 2000: where Alec/Dean would be about 20. And now it’s 2007. All the events that happened up to Heart have occurred. How Alec became Dean will be explained!

Summary: He left his past behind him. Buried. Now, his past catches up to him, and now he has to deal with the possible loss a person he’s always cared about: and also come clean to his brother about their real past. POST-Freak Nation, and Heart

Pairings: Dean/Max, Sam/?

Rated: M

Genre: Angst, Romance, Drama

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“Sam,” muttered Dean, his eyes still closed. “Phone.”

The chiming of Dean’s phone still went on and on and on. There was a pause, which would be the voicemail, and then it would start over again. The eldest Winchester brother groaned while putting the pillow over his head. When the phone continued, Dean gripped another pillow and flung it at the still lump on the middle of the other bed.

“Hmm, huh what,” asked Sam as he rubbed his eyes, when seeing the pillow, he gave Dean a glare. “What the hell?”

“Phone dude,” said Dean, who then rolled back over to try and sleep.

“Jerk,” muttered Sam as he reached for the phone.

He didn’t recognize the number that flashed at him. His face glowed a light blue from the screen as his thumb hit the answer button. He put the phone to his ear then, and answered.

“Hello?”

“What took you so long?”

“Um... Sorry?”

“Don’t sorry me, who da hell is dis?”

“Wait, you called me,” said Sam, sitting up in bed. Dean, who had been ready to fall asleep, sat up as well to see what the entire ruckus was about. “So who are you?”

“Look, is Pretty Boy there?”

Sam only figured that meant Dean and he looked over at his older brother who was rubbing the back of his tired neck. He knew from the tone in her voice that his brother was in it deep. Usually he would feign ignorance and tell them it was a wrong number. However, Dean woke him up. So Dean gets to talk to the irate female.

“Yeah, he’s here.”

“Put him on, Sugar,” she said, her voice light: yet underlined with some hostility.

Sam handed the phone over to Dean. He frowned before taking the slim piece of machinery. He looked from the phone, then up to Sam.

“Who is it?”

“Some girl who sounds pissed off.” Sam smirked. “So it’s anyone’s guess as to who.”

Dean rolled his eyes and put the phone to his ear. He cleared this throat, licked his dry lips, and then talked.

“Hello?”

A slight pause then Dean’s eyes widened when hearing who was on the other end.

“Hello, Alec... Been a long ass time.”

“Cindy?” Dean, or Alec, got up from the bed, tossing the covers aside. He moved away from a curious Sam and found himself locked in the bathroom. “How did you get this number?”

“Logan found it. Damn boy, you really wanted to stay hidden, didn’t you?”

“Look, I’ve got my own problems now so if-”

“It’s Max.”

Dean paused in his tirade on how Terminal City could live without him. Hell, they’ve been doing just fine since he left and now the freaks of Seattle were part of the community. Almost. There were still a few snags when he had finally picked up and left. But he knew that Max and Roller Boy could handle it all. It wasn’t like she needed him. She had made that perfectly clear.

“You know as well as I do that Max and I didn’t part on such wonderful terms-”

“Listen, Fool! I don’t care what you two went though. My girl is lying in a bed, and all she can do is call out your name while the pain sucks her in. So get yo white ass back to Seattle before I have to come out to Hicksville and get you my damn self. And you know you don’t want me to do that: if you value your manly parts that is.”

Dean’s body was tense. It was as if he couldn’t breathe. All he had heard was Max, pain, HIS name... He closed his eyes, rubbing his temple when thinking of his Maxie helpless on a bed, calling for him. God, he felt like shit right now, and a headache was already starting to form.

“What happened?”

“White. He’s still after Max. At least, that’s what we all think.”

Dean leaned against the cracked sink in front of him. He met his own eyes in the mirror. The lines under his eyes seemed more defined. His lips were drawn down in a frown. He looked damn tired: and hell, he pretty much was.

“I’ll be there in a couple days.”

“We at Joshua’s house. More comfortable for Max, also makes Me, Sketch, and Logan able to get her what she needs.”

“Who has TC under-”

“Do you really care?”

Dean bit his lip to keep from giving a snappy retort. Instead, he counted to five and then:

“I’ll be there in a couple days.”

Then he hung up, practically throwing his phone down on the floor so that he could keep his weight on his arms. He knew if he didn’t get it together now, he’d be a mess. He again looked at himself in the mirror. And he didn’t like what he saw.

Sighing, he turned around to face the locked door. There was still one more obstacle to go over. And that was Sam. He had no idea about Dean’s life as X5-494. Sam also had no idea that he, too, was an X-Series. His father made damn sure to keep that a secret. However, the cat was going to come out of the bag sooner or later. Hell, Sam was already getting those psychic powers that Psy-Ops had wanted to control. He supposed their barriers were crumbling. Soon, Sam would remember everything.

“Damn.”

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Sam looked worriedly at the door. He was pacing now, wanting to know what was taking Dean so long. He had seen the look on his face. Like he’d seen a ghost. Well, maybe not a ghost. But, hell yes he was worried!

He perked when hearing the turn of the handle and turned in time to see the weary look on Dean’s face. He looked like a car had hit him. Hell, worse than that. So when his eyes met his brothers. He knew something was up.

“Dean?”

“Sam.” Dean motioned to the bed. “Have a seat.”

“Why?”

“Because,” snapped Dean, who instantly looked down. “Look man, I have a confession.”

“Oh, this should be good,” said Sam with a grin as he sat on the bed and crossed his arms. “Do tell.”

“When we were kids, do you remember the road trips to Seattle dad would take us on?”

“Whenever hunting was slow, Dad would take us to his old army base,” said Sam. “I remember.”

“Thing is...” Dean ran a hand though his hair. “Damn I wish we had a friggin’ mini bar.”

“It’s seven in the morning, Dean,” scolded Sam.

“It wouldn’t affect me all that much.” Dean smirked. “See, you and me? We’re special, Sam. Well, I’m better since I was made to be in combat. You were something mental that Manticore cooked up.”

“Manticore?” Sam’s brow furrowed. “That place where a bunch of scientists played God?”

“Sam...” Dean looked down at the floor, focusing on his bare toes as he spoke. “Manticore was where dad worked.”

“No...”

“My designation is X5-494...” Dean looked up at Sam then. “And you’re X6-498.”

“Dean, this isn’t funny,” growled Sam as he stood up straight, pacing. “You’re starting to piss me off.”

“Think about it Sam? Remember those ‘special classes’ that Dad’s base offered? Those were missions, not fucking classes. Dad was right in the middle of the work they had done. Mom too.”

Dean broke off, still cursing that night that he couldn’t get to his mother on time. Maybe he might have been able to...

“If this is true... Why did we live in a normal home?”

“Well, we are Dean and Sam Winchester. We were born in a hospital. We are the son’s of John and Mary. It was sort of a special deal. They get kids, we get to live some of the normal life, and then they get to use us as hired assassins or in your case, a seer.”

“I don’t remember...”

Dean sat down then, not sure where to go from there.

“There was something goofy with your genes. They wanted to exterminate you.”

“W-What?!”

“Apparently, they didn’t like the way your powers were progressing. Too fast, too unstable. They were threatened by you. Dad wanted to protect you. So we made a deal with a guy named Lydecker. We got to take you... But not after a trip to Psy-Ops. We didn’t want to take any chances. If you remembered...”

‘And in return, I got to be Manticore’s permanent bitch... I’d do anything to protect you, Sammy...’

Dean looked away.

“This isn’t one of my proudest moments, Sammy,” whispered Dean. “And it killed me to keep it from you.”

Dean looked up to see the range of emotions in Sam’s eyes. Confusion. Denial. Pain. Anguish. Anger. Anger, he could work with that.

“How much more are you hiding from me, Dean? HUH?”

Sam got up, and it was his turn to pace. This was just too much for him to take in. He didn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe it. There was just no way.

“I don’t believe... Where are our barcodes?”

“There is a formula that deletes the barcode. You got yours right away. I was still on the inside. I couldn’t really run. So I ended up keeping mine. Until finding Dad after I left.”

“I still don’t...” Sam scratched the back of his neck. “So explain the timeline here for me.”

“Those little road trips were made so that they could make sure you didn’t remember. To make sure you didn’t have full access to those powers. Plan kinda went down the toilet when you went off to college, but they still kept tabs on you. Meanwhile, I was doing missions. When Manticore finally went under, I managed to get some money saved up to get the hell out of dodge.

“Well, that didn’t turn out so great,” he continued, remembering the small little bomb at the back of his neck. “So I stayed to work my way up to saving up more money. I wanted to get home badly that I really didn’t care about anything else. When I finally left, you and dad had that blow out. So I went back... Shit happened and I left again, ending up back with Dad, hunting until he turned up missing, and so: here we are.”

“Dean...” started Sam, doubt still in his voice.

“Oh c’mon. Think about it, Sammy. With all the crap we’ve fought, we should be dead. Remember that fall off the bridge with that Lady in White? Yeah, that fall would’ve killed a regular person. Think about that jolt of electricity I got that sent me to the hospital. I should’ve died right there on the scene!”

Sam still refused to believe it. But he remembered the car accident. How all he had was a sore wrist while his father had been in a hospital bed. Dean too, but only because of the blood loss he endured from the demon. All those life and death situations were starting to come into the light and he was looking down at Dean who was still on the bed.

“If this is true... Why now?”

“That girl on the phone? She called to tell me that someone I...” Dean broke off, not wanting to get into details. “Someone is in trouble and I need to help her.”

All was dropped between the two of them when Dean said that. Mainly because they didn’t want to get into the whole hugging and giving comfort thing. That sentence was like a lifeline to Sam.

“Her?” Sam rolled his eyes. “How did I not know that it was all about some girl?”

“Hey!” Dean pouted while grabbing a shirt that had been on the bed. “That hurts, Sammy.”

Sam grinned while walking into the bathroom.

“Don’t call me Sammy!” His look then turned serious. "We have a lot to talk about, Dean."

"Later, Sam. Right now..." Dean turned away, standing up straight so that he could look out the window. "Let's just focus on getting to Seattle."


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TBC...



Likey? Lemmie know!

Next Chapter:

-Boys get to Seattle.
-Sam meets the crew, and learns some things about ‘Alec’.
-Dean sees Max for the first time in years.



TIMELINE

1990- The Pulse

2000- Freak Nation (Dean is 20, Sam is about 17--- thinking Dean is off to Military training again. Dean, finally able to get some money, catches up with his family, then the big fight happens, and Sam goes to school, John hunts, and Dean goes back to TC.)

2003- Dean leaves TC (which will be explained, and catches up with John.)

2006- After not seeing Sam, Dean hooks up with him to look for John.

2007- Dean returns to TC, after 4yrs!

Hopefully that clears it up... Hopefully... More will be explained about Sam and his role in Manticore as well. ;0)