Saturday P.3

[parttimewriter]

Outside Terminal City, Seattle
Saturday
1615

"Man, we better not get in shit for being out here, " Franklin stated as he finished setting up the second camera, pointed towards the clear view of Terminal City. Both men were camped just outside of the gate.

"Don't worry about it, my source said that this area is clear. No military or freaks to worry about, at least not for another few minutes, " Moore told his counterpart as he straightened his tie. "Now stop worrying so much and check the equipment, I want to make sure we get whatever it is."

"I've checked it all three times, we are set and the cameras are all rolling, as long as we weren't lied to you will get your story," the other man said, shaking his head. A pointed look from the reporter and he rolled his eyes. "Fine whatever," he said as he turned back around and started another recheck of the cameras.

Communications, Terminal City
Saturday
1615

"Good evening Doctor Carr, I'm really sorry to be bothering you."

"Oh Marine hello," came the doctors reply as the screen finally flickered to life, the older doctor smiling at the camera and waving. Marine did the same before her training kicked in. "It's never a problem, you all know you can call me at anytime, no one is hurt I hope."

"No nothing like that. I just. Well, we have new guests in Terminal City and I was hoping that you could take a look at the tests that I have run on them. I would like another set of eyes, I'm a little troubled at what I have found."

The man frowned slightly, it had been a few months since he had moved out of Seattle but he had keep in touch with Max and the others.

"Of course I will take a look, send the files over and I will take a look now." Marine nodded and after a few keystrokes on the laptop she had brought with her, the files were encrypted and sent to the man's email.

"Give me a second, while I look over them. What should I know about who these samples came from?"

"Not much, they are both human as far as I can tell, they are brothers. The eldest one, Dean, well, he could be Alec's twin if he wasn't older. Its almost eerily really."

"He's not a transgenic?" came the response and she knew he was looking at the file.

"Not an X5 at least, he's too old, and he doesn't look like the earlier version, unless he is an X0 but it doesn't seem that way." A grunt came from across the webcam and Marine let the man look over the files in silence.

"I can't see anything wrong with your reports, it seems that you are correct in what you have found."

"Any idea just what it is that we found?"

"That my dear I would not know, your findings are concerning to say the least, not only with the older brother but the younger as well."

"Yeah, I know. I was just hoping that I was dreaming it all."

"Have you told Max and Alec yet?"

"I wanted to check with you first." Another nod from the older doctor before their eyes met again.

"Everything seems to be in order, I would let them know. This isn't something that should be left unquestioned."

"I'll let them know Doc, and thanks for the help."

"Any time Marine, you know that. Tell Max I send well wishes, but I really should be going, Emma just finished up with dinner and I don't want to be late."

"No problem Doctor Carr, thanks again for looking, speak to you later next week."

"Good night Marine, and please let me know what you find out."

"I will Doc." Marine sighed softly as she disconnected the connection and stood up, it was time to talk to Alec and Max.

Command Centre, Terminal City
Saturday
1627

Alec and Dean walked back into command laughing, which stopped as soon as they entered. Dalton running over to them, looking at them both in confusion before his eyes settled on Alec. Dean really wanted to know the story between these two, the kid looked up to Alec like a brother, it was clear in his eyes, but also Dean could see how the kid's back would straighten up as soon as he walked into the room. It seemed that Alec and Max were both leaders around here but that wasn't the only reason behind what he witnessed.

"Hey, Kid, what's up?"

"There's a problem at the west gate. Kellie reported seeing familiars in the area." Dean felt the tension raise exponentially at the mention of the cult from earlier.

"What the hell do they want?" Alec growled, his eyes going around command. Most of the normal council members were taking the day off. They were normally his first choice when going into a battle. "Damn, where is Max and Josh?"

"Still in her office, I figured I should tell someone, you were the first person I found," Dalton said looking over at Dean for a second before eyes were back on Alec. Dean almost snorted but kept his amusement to himself.
"You did good kid, go and see if you can find Mole and send him out that way," Alec said as he moved over and gathered a shotgun and 9mm from the weapon lock up before heading back out the doors. Dean looked over to the office and shrugged, he wasn't one for sitting and talking.

"Hey Alec! Wait up," he called, jogging after him. He figured if he was going to be around he might as well put what knowledge he had to good use.

West Gate, Terminal City
Saturday
1630

The command came over the radio and the three familiars that had managed to get past the line started to make their way into the city, making sure to follow White's command and not go too far. They didn't have to wait long before they were approached by three transgenics. The fact that two of them were twinned didn't go unnoticed as they came to a stop.

"Hello boys, I'd like to see your invitations if you don't mind," came the cocky voice of 494, at least they assumed it was, unsure of which was actually 494.

"We came here to kill you scum, we don't need invitations." The other twin laughed at this and he moved closer to them, he was clearly at least ten years older than the one that had spoken.

"Must be a cult, your come backs are horrible," the unknown transgenic said, coming to a stop a few feet away from them, no weapons could be seen on him. The other two fell instep just behind him, guns being brought up level. "Now now boys, no need for the guns, I'm sure we can kick their asses without the hardware."

"When your kind is gone we will rule this world." The oldest actually yawned and the two familiars looked at each other for a second as he took another step closer.

"Dean," came the warning from 494 and both familiars looked unfazed from his approach.

"Its all good Alec, trust me, " he said, his eyes still locked with the familiars. "I suggest that you turn around and leave before you get on my bad side."

"We don't listen to transgenic scum," the leader of the group said and Dean sighed softly, shaking his head as he turned to look at Alec.

"Why don't the bad guys ever listen?" he asked.

Alec's eyes went wide and Dean knew it was time to react. The two transgenics already moving towards him, he turned back around catching the hand with a knife in it. Twisting it, he could hear it break but the knife didn't drop and Dean grunted as he was punched in the face a few seconds later. He spat out blood, refusing to let go of the hand with a knife in it.

"Okay, that did it."

Singer Auto Salvage, South Dakota
Saturday
1700

Bobby was tired, ready to call it a night. There had been a reported possession two towns over and he had set out early yesterday to deal with it. After getting the woman back to her family he had got back on the road and headed home. Since the pulse it wasn't safe to leave his junk yard unattended, but being a hunter didn't stop because of the pulse. After the pulse hunters had just gotten busier. He turned on the TV before grabbing a beer from the fridge. Kicking back in his chair, he turned the volume up as the news came back on.

'Yesterday evening we reported on the transgenic threat that has taken over Seattle, tonight we have more shocking news. It seems that a local Seattle reporter documented more footage. We warn our viewers that the following footage is graphic.'

Bobby snorted, he had heard rumours from other hunters about coming across creatures that weren't supernatural, at least from what they could figure out. He had even spoken to Pastor Jim who had contacts within Seattle, and knew that the Transgenics were real, but it didn't seem they were quite the threat that the public were being lead to believe. All the same, he settled in taking a sip of his beer as the anchor man was replaced with footage that showed three men sneaking around in what appeared to be a gated community.

There didn't seem to be anything out of the normal and Bobby was tempted to turn off the TV. Instead he took another drink of his beer, which he lost a second later, spitting it out in surprise as the one and only Dean Winchester appeared on his TV, followed a second later by another Dean. Bobby sat in shock as the two Dean's and another man spoke with the three other men, not moments later a fight broke out. It was short lived and the news cut back to the station.

'It seems that earlier reports where correct for the most part. We have learned thanks to this footage that there are older transgenics also. For those of you that didn't catch yesterday's reports, it was presumed that the oldest human looking transgenic were around the age of twenty two, when asked, the military had no comment on the footage. We are asking our viewers to keep an eye out for older versions of the transgenics that could still be walking among us.'

Bobby had enough and turned off the video before making his way over to his phone. Picking it up he noticed the blinking light and frowned as he hit the play button on his voice-mail. Dean's voice filtering into his silent house.

'Hey Bobby, its Dean. Sam and I are in Seattle, we are following up on the news reports from yesterday. Just wondering if you had any contacts that could help us out. Give me a call.' Dean listed off his newest number and Bobby felt the need to throttle the boy rising as he picked up his own phone and dialed the number he had been given.

"Idjot is going to get himself killed," Bobby growled in the silence as the phone rang.

NSA HQ, Seattle
Saturday
1700

White had to admit that he hadn't seen this coming. He had hoped that the transgenics that had responded to the threat of familiars would have killed them outright, which would have given White control of the military outside of Terminal City. The fact that 494 had an older clone, well, it was sweeter than he had hoped. Once again the public was in an uproar for the information being withheld. He rolled his neck, the smile on his face unmovable as Otto joined him to watch the broadcast.

"Sir, I didn't believe we recovered any data about these older transgenics," he said, shuffling his feet and White looked over to him.

"We didn't have any Otto, but clearly Manticore didn't put everything on the books."

As the news report finished with Moore giving his report White's phone rang. There was no delay as he picked it up, knowing it would be the permission he had requested earlier. It was time to wipe the freaks off the face of the planet.

Command Centre, Terminal City
Saturday
1700

The Winchesters, Alec, Max, Joshua and Mole were all crowded around a small table in the middle of command. Both Alec and Dean were giving them a run down of what had happen out at the west gate when Dean's phone rang. He pulled it out, smiling as he read the caller ID.

"Sorry guys, I have to take this," he said with a wave for them to keep talking as he flipped the phone open.

"Hey Bobby, thanks for calling me back-"

"You are worse than your Daddy when it comes to jumping in head first boy."

"Well hello to you too," Dean said wondering why the man was so up in arms.

"Have you seen the five o'clock news, Dean?”

"No, I actually haven't I've been a little busy. I know that I mentioned needing help but Sam and I actually got that covered."

"Shut up you Ijodt, since you haven't seen the news I will let you know that you are the main attraction for the evening."

"What?"

A deep sigh was the only response for a few seconds,"Dean turn on a TV if you can."

"Yeah, um just one second." He held the phone away from his mouth, covering the mouth piece.

"Hey Alec, you guys got a working TV around here?" he asked him and he was slightly unnerved when all the heads in the room turned his way.

"Dude wants boob tube?" Joshua asked and Dean grinned nodding his head.

"If boob tube means TV then yes, and as long as it gets more than Hustler."

"No Hustler, news and local stations, " Joshua told him and Dean nodded as he followed the taller man over, turning the TV on and flicking through the channels until he found a local 24/7 news channel, almost dropping the phone. The fight from earlier was clearly being showcased.

"Bobby I'm gonna have to call you back, " he whispered into the phone before turning the volume up. The other transgenics and Sam joined him as they watched the report.

"Shit."

"Things are FUBAR?" Joshua asked them as a reporter cut back in speaking about the aged transgenics and Dean could only nod.

"Yeah Big Fella, things are FUBAR, " Max told her friend, a concerned look on her face only to be interrupted by Marine and Nate coming into command.

"Max, we have the tests back, " Nate said as they moved over to join them, going silent as the footage from earlier started again. It seemed to be on a loop for the time being. "Got a minute?"

Location Unknown
Saturday
1700

"I have called this meeting for one simple reason, there is a growing threat from Sandeman's creations. If we want to act we will have to do soon, I have sensed that within the next few days the war that has been brewing between ourselves and the transgenics will be at a final end."

"Which is good, Woqan Ch'up, these abominations have been allowed to live for far too long."

"I wish it was that easy Ix-uj," came the reply. Only official titles were being used in the meeting and really it grew tiresome. "The way things are shaping up at the moment could very well bring the end to our hopes for the future."

"How is this possible?" K'in demanded from her side of the table.

"The transgenics have found Sandeman's last hope, a hunter. We have to stop this man and his brother at all costs. Ts'oon White has already set things in motion but we need an army."

"An army we can do." Their leader dipped her head, raising it a second later, making sure to meet the others eyes.

"We do have an army but do we have one in Seattle?" There was a pause at the table.

"We will have one before dusk Monday."

"I hope that it is soon enough. If not then Uut-om is upon us."

Alec's Office, Command Centre
Saturday
1715

"I'm bored," Dean complained, looking over at his brother who was sucked into the files that Max had let him borrow. A grunt was his only reply and Dean rolled his eyes, spinning himself around in Alec's chair. The transgenics had called a council meeting, the docs tagging along, which left Dean and Sam (who weren't invited) being dumped into Alec's office for the moment, or at least until the meeting was over which could be who knew when.

"Sammy are you even listening to me?" There was still no reply and Dean picked up a pen tossing it at his brother's head, which finally got his attention.

"Dean, please, I'm trying to read."

"Come on Sammy, I'm bored. Just put down the reading material for a second and talk to me." Bitch face number eleven showed up on Sam's face.

"It's Sam and what do you want to talk about Dean?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe compare notes, figure out what is going on around here. I also promised Alec a hunt so we should look into that."

"Dean," Sam sighed and Dean knew he had his brother's attention now. "We can look into the hunt in a bit, as for the rest I think its pretty straight forward."

"Oh really, well please share with the class."

"I think they are what they claim, Max let me take these files. Its Manticore's funding and a little bit of background information. It's all right here, the science is viable, not to mention the money being tossed at the place."

"That's not what I meant, I meant if they were good or bad guys. I mean just who is in the right."

"I think that I'll go with the people that saved our lives, opposed to the men trying to kill us."

"Doesn't mean they are the good guys."

"Being different doesn't make them bad either."

"Didn't say it did. I just, I don't know, I mean the dude with my face, and Joshua they don't seem to bad. The rest of them. I don't know yet, they don't seem to like us a lot."

"Humans have been controlling and trying to kill them since they were born Dean, I think they can feel a little hate towards us if they want." Sam stated before turning back to his reading, Dean rolled his eyes and shifted slightly.

"I just got this feeling Sammy, something else is going on around here. I can feel it in my gut."

"That's probably hunger, Dean."

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

There was a long pause before Dean spoke up again.

"Something's out of place Sammy, trust me on it." Sam looked up again and looked at his brother, their eyes meeting and Sam sighed softly.

"Maybe something is but I don't think it has anything to do with us."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that."

"It will work out, Dean."

"Whatever. I'm gonna call Bobby back, see what he can come up with."

They looked at each other for a few more moments before Sam turned back to his reading, which left Dean once more bored and spinning in his chair.

Council HQ, Command Centre
Saturday
1715

Alec sat silently as the council slowly filtered in, Marine had also joined them. Everyone took their seats and Max started the conversation. Everyone was being brought up to speed with the attack, and the news footage that was now out on the air. Everyone was silent as it was replayed, a few of them having already seen the footage on their own.

"Which brings us all up to date. We will talk about everything in a second but Marine said that she had something of importance to tell us about the brothers."

Marine smiled at Max as she stood up, she looked over to Alec for a second before picking up the paperwork she had made a few copies of before the meeting started.

Alec took papers from Max as she handed them over, passing on the extra and looked down, it was a DNA report on both of the brothers. He flipped through the pages, not really understanding a lot of it, but noting a few things in the back of his head before turning his full attention to Marine.

"I have to admit that these brothers, I haven't seen blood like this ever before." She paused for a second letting that sink in, she had dealt with all the X series within the wall and humans also. Alec wondered just what the brothers were, he wondered if this was what some of the norms felt like.

"They both claim to be human," Max said as she read over the report, Alec knew she would be able to make more sense of it then he could.

"They were both born human, it seems like these changes began after that. I couldn't tell you who was changed first, but I do know that they are both different from one another. I will be running further tests but I wanted to let you know that there is a possibility that Dean is similar to ourselves. He's missing a number of elements but its clear that he has a large number of stem cells in his body, along with a few yet unknown DNA strains. Alec is an almost direct clone from him. I suspect that we will find files on him from Manticore, perhaps even Sandeman. Finally, from his current work up what I can read is that he has the same immunity as we do from the familiars poison."

"You telling us that some norm is also as good as one of us?"

Alec watched the medic shrug and look at Mole. "I wouldn't call him a norm, not any longer. Truth is he probably doesn't even know it, the same goes for his brother. While I can take a guess at Dean, Sam, on the other hand, I have no idea. There is DNA that I have never seen before, most of it is unidentifiable. Some of what I could make out reminded me of the scans from Jamie, Jason, and Lily."

"You saying Sam is a spoon bender," Jamie said with a twisted face. She knew her power would be useless against the boy but she didn't sense active use, more like spill over.

Alec raised his eyebrow and turned to look at Marine as she answered, interested by Jamie's question.

"I doubt it, again I don't believe either of them know about the state of their DNA. We should also run Sam's name and see if we come up with anything in the files."

Max nodded and looked at the girl, before turning to the table.

"Anyone have any further questions?" There was no response from the table and Max nodded. "Okay good, Marine, go and relax for the evening, tomorrow get to work on those tests if you can."

The girl nodded, leaving so the council could finish their business for the night.

Alec's Office, Terminal City
Saturday
1716

"Bobby, yeah, it's me, Dean again." Dean moved the phone away from his ear when Bobby started in on the rant that he had cut off earlier. "No, yes, well maybe. No, we are both fine."

Sam watched his brother from across the room, pausing in his reading once more to see what Bobby had to say. He just wasn't that fond of being yelled at, when he knew that whatever Bobby was saying was correct.
Dean started in on just what had happen since they landed in Seattle. Sam thought about the past day, it was shocking that it had only been about twenty four hours since this all started. Sam knew that everything that was happening was past confusing for both of them. It was odd seeing a younger version of his brother, a version of which even Sam was older then. He couldn't imagine what he brother was thinking.

"Yeah, so I need you to start looking into this cult thing, something is going on around here and I have a feeling it has to do with these familiars. They haven't really told us much about them, but they are old, and supernatural that's for sure. Don't know much other than that."

"I know it's not a lot Bobby and if I get more I will get it to you."

"We will Bobby, I promise. Stay in touch." Dean disconnected the phone and moved over to claim the seat across the table from Sam.

"Bobby's gonna look into the cult for us."

"That's good, hopefully they will let us take a look at what they have."

"They seem like a quiet bunch."

"They might need the type of help we can give them."

Dean didn't say anything, instead he took some of the paperwork that Sam had been looking over. He let his eyes drift down to the paper in front of him. It was a signal to Sam that he wasn't in the mood to talk at the moment but his brother now seemed to feel the need to have conversation.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"'Bout what?" Dean replied playing dumb. He didn't even bother to look up to see the puppy dog eyes he would find.

"Oh I don't know, Dean, maybe the fact that someone has your face, that someone else that had your face could be dead. That there was a military project that somehow used your DNA. The fact that they are blood, a top of everything else. You don't think Dad-"

"Don't Sammy, Dad wouldn't have had anything to do with this, besides, there has to be a logical reason. Lets not worry about it until we see what they find in the files, if they find anything, maybe its just some freak accident."

"Dean, we should talk about this."

"Well you can talk all you want but I don't feel like sharing right now." They both fell silent after that, Sam wishing his brother would just let him in.

Command HQ, Terminal City
Saturday
1720

"Perhaps we should just send out an explanation via the Eyes Only network, " Gem offered from her end of the table. A few people gave the idea some thought.

"Why should we bother? It's not like there actually are any X series like Dean, he's safe here for the moment so why not take a little heat off the city?" Mole countered as he flicked the cigar.

"Not right for upstairs people to get hurt," Joshua said, looking at the other transhuman.

"I have to agree with Gem here, if Dean will agree, we could all explain that it's a mistake, " Jamie stated, Jason and Dix nodding.

"And the norms will believe us because?" Coal demanded from his end of the table.

"We have to hope they will, otherwise this will be a battle we will never win," came the resounding reply from Max

"Fine, ask Princess maker if he'll talk, if not then I think we will have to talk about other choices."
Max nodded and stood up signalling the meeting was over for the time being, "I hope it doesn't come down to that," she said before leaving the room again. Wanting some fresh air, she headed to the roof top.
A matter of seconds later the roof top door opened with a thud as it hit the wall and she took a step out onto the open area. It wasn't like the Space Needle but it was the tallest point in TC. She walked over to stand under their flag and looked over the city. She knew that below her the city moved on as the evening drew to a close. The past six months had been enough time for them to settle down, they had never had homes before, cells and missions, yes, but this was different. It was about building a community, a culture. It was a big order, which had only been made harder with the humans and familiars both trying to tear them apart.

If that was the only problem they had then things would probably be running smoother but sadly almost ever day brought more problems, like the Winchester brothers that had currently landed in their laps. She heard the door close and knew that she was no longer alone on the roof. She recognized Alec's scent before anything else and she turned slightly to face him.

"Hey," she greeted him, crossing her arms over her chest and looking him over. She knew his arm had to still be bothering him earlier but had refused to comment on it since trouble had started.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

 

Max couldn't help but chuckle, things had changed over the past six months, they had both gotten over the bitchiness towards one another and put the city first. She had realized quickly just how sweet he could be, it reminded her somewhat of the younger Ben, yet he was only Alec.

"I was actually gonna ask you that, I know it can't be easy."

"I'm okay, after all the clone thing is getting old, I'm pretty much over it now." Alec chuckled as he moved over to lean over edge looking down.

"I guess seeing your own does take out the shock afterwards."

"Kinda, think he'll do it?"

"Can't hurt to ask." Max nodded but wasn't sure if that meant yes or no.

"I just wish it was all over ya know." Alec stepped back and gave her upper arm a friendly squeeze.

"I know and someday it will and all this work will be worth it. We will manage, now come on, we should get the Winchesters put up for the evening. Dean promised me a ghost hunt tomorrow." Max looked over at him with raised eyebrows.

"Really?"

"Yep, figured we should see what they come up with, at least then we will know if they are crazy or not."
Max felt the smile grace her face slowly and she actually chuckled, it had been a while since she had felt half normal, like she had before this all started. "I guess that is as good a plan as any, I think there are a few free beds over on Hawkins street. They shouldn't get into too much trouble there."

"That works, Gem is in the same building so she can keep on eye on them. I'm sure Dalton will hang around if we ask."

Alec's Office, Terminal City
Saturday
1730

"Oh, well, welcome back. Glad you thought of checking in on us," Dean said as the door opened and Max and Alec joined them.

"Yeah sorry about that, running a city is a little busy," Alec replied as he took a seat on his desk.

"So what did the doctor find?" Sam asked as he set the last of the paperwork aside and looked over to the two transgencis, who both brothers noticed were sharing a look. They seemed to be communicating silently and Dean tapped his finger on the table.

"Care to share with the class?"

"We aren't really sure yet."

"How about you just tell us what you do know, we would be really grateful," Sam said with a smile to Max, who looked more torn than Alec did.

"We really shouldn't jump to conclusions before we see what Dix finds out but it seems that both of your DNA isn't actually the hundred percent human you claimed."

"What the hell lady? We already told you that we had two loving parents and most of our family history, we weren't made in some lab."

"Dean, let her finish explaining everything," Sam prompted from behind his brother, taking his arm.
"Fine, better be good."

Alec looked over to Max and waited to see what she would do, he knew from past experiences that Max didn't like his smart ass and carefree life that clearly Dean shared with him, or was it the other way around? Alec really didn't want to think about it, it only gave him a headache.

"It appears that both of you have some added pieces of DNA. Marine is still working on it but it seems that both of your genetic code has been altered slightly."

"Way to break it easy Maxie, " Alec said with a snort from beside her, her reply was a slap to the back of the head.

"I know it's a lot, and we have arranged a room for you. There isn't a lot of space so I hope you don't mind, I'm sure you both want to talk and we will give you the lab work thus far."

"Whatever, you really have to work on your people skills, " Dean said, his mind reeling. He pushed past them and moved out to the main area.

Sam looked at the transgenics, still in shock himself but forced a smile on his face. "Sorry, Dean is..." Sam paused not sure if he could really explain Dean.

"Dean?" Alec guessed with an oh so familiar tug of the lips and Sam thought back to when his brother first used the cocky 'I know more than you think' smirk.

"Yeah, that's about it," Sam agreed as the three of them lapsed into a silence for a few seconds before Sam spoke up again. "So you mentioned lab reports."

 

"Hey Dean," Dix greeted him and he looked up at the transhuman.

"Dix, what's going on?" he asked, pushing his current worries away.

"Still working on the files from Manticore but I did get the ones you requested about Terminal City from the pulse."

"Oh very cool," he said, his mind wondering slightly as he took the large file the man had printed out. "Hey man, think you could do me a favour and give me a copy of the familiars? I think Sam and I could help out."

"Oh I don't know, I mean that's kinda Max and Alec's deal, you really should ask them." Dean frowned at that and nodded. “Wish I could, man."

"No, its okay I get it," Dean said, waving him off, not wanting him to worry about it. "I'll ask them. It's no problem."

"Okay, still sorry, just not information we give out to everyone."

Dean smirked and nodded wondering just what they had found out about this cult that they wanted to protect from people. Maybe it really was a problem that the Winchesters were suited to.

Unknown Location
Saturday
1800

"Ts'oon White is on the phone for you Mistress."

"Let me speak with him."

"White."

"Woqan, I wanted to let you know the plan is going as predicted. I will have control of the human military come morning. I can attack as early as eleven tomorrow."

"I would like you to hold off on that. We will be sending in as many familiars as possible for you to use. It is time to take out this threat but we must be smart about it."

"Fen'es Tol," he said in parting.

"Fen'es Tol."

Apartment F, Hawkins Street
Saturday
1805

As it turned out, Dean didn't have to ask for the files on the familiars. While Sam had let Dean get his bearings he had asked for them from Max and Alec and after a little badgering he got some of the files. There wasn't much but along with the other files they had requested the boys had more than enough bedtime reading to hold them for a few nights.

"So,"Sam started and Dean looked up from his papers to watch his brother as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"So what?"

"Dean," Sam said with a pointed look, the tone in his voice clearly showing that he wasn't enjoying his brother's current attitude. Like Dean cared just what his little brother thought, it had been a long day and he really didn't want to have this conversation right now.

"Sam, I really don't want to talk about this."

"Dean, you can't not talk about this, a lot has gone down and well, while you might not want to talk about it, you aren't the only one being effected here."

"What do you mean?" he demanded, setting the paperwork aside, and looking over to his brother who looked like he was five all over again. It pulled at his heart, his brother was all grown up, it wasn't like he hadn't been there while it happened, but it was still bothersome to Dean. He had wanted his brother to have a normal life and it looked like Dean had failed in more than one way.

"Your DNA isn't the only one that was changed, mine has also been changed, but they have no idea what has been changed, they said it wasn't like anything they had seen before."

Dean nodded but felt the fear rising in his throat, his little brother was changed, and Dean didn't know, couldn't stop it. He licked his lips and frowned, looking back down at the table, papers split into two piles.
"Okay, what do you want to do about it?"

Sam seemed to think about his brother's question and Dean picked at a paper-clip that was holding the unsorted papers together. He really hated heart-to-heart conversations with his brother, but as long as it was focused on Sammy and not himself then he would deal with it.

"I don't know, I would like to find out just what is going on. I mean it's not like these people don't have connections, they mentioned meeting this woman named Lily, said she could help us find out just how these changes came about."

Dean frowned, his nose wrinkling up at his comment. He turned back to the paperwork, shuffling the papers around, he sorted a few more pages.

"You can talk to whoever you want to Sammy, I'm not gonna stop you but I don't know if I believe all of this, I mean its one thing to have a clone but to be involved in all of this and not remember. I doubt it would happen."

"Dean, I think it would do some good, even if it was just to talk about it."

"I don't need to talk about it Sam, its not life threatening and clearly it's not going to bother our real jobs. At this point I think the only thing we have to be doing is figuring out a way to fix all of this. I want my face cleared because there is no way in hell I will be living in this toxic waste dump for the rest of my life."

"It's not that bad."

"It's not hunting," Dean said, stopping the conversation again and crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair. "But anyway, I managed to find what could be a hunt," he said, tossing over the small stack of paperwork he had sorted into the possibility pile. "Look it over, I'm gonna hit the head and then get some sleep," Dean said as he pushed the papers at his brother and moved over to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Dean sighed as the door closed, head leaning onto the wall as he closed his eyes. He was regretting coming out this way, he should have just let the mystery lay but he couldn't let go of the simple fact that there was a kid out there with his face and now he was facing the possibility of being more of a freak than he thought possible. It irked him that Sam seemed to think it was the best thing that happened to them since they started hunting. Dean already had a purpose in life, he didn't need to add saving transgenics to the list of saving humans. His plate was already full, thank you so very much.

Pushing away from the wall, he moved over to the small sink and mirror. He looked at his reflection. Nothing seemed different, he was still the same as he had been years ago, the same as he had been for years. Licking his lips he turned the water on, it was murky and cold but that wasn't any different than any other dump he had lived in since he was five. Splashing some water on his face, he let the water run down his face, dripping off into the sink. He went about his normal routine, cleaning up for bed before going back out the door.

There were no lights to deal with outside the few that Joshua had found for them to use to read, he moved silently over to the first cot and fell down onto the bed refusing to speak any further that evening. He knew that Sam would only want to talk further about finding out about the mysteries that the transgenics had brought to bear.