There and Back Again

Important note- This is an AU story and a crossover. It takes place in the Supernatural time line a while after No Exit but before BUABS, season 2. For Dark Angel, (this is where it gets tricky) post Berrisford Agenda. The pulse didn't happen and they are all living in Seattle. The Manticore fire never happened either. Alec escaped with Max (the second time), but the virus is still in play and White was assigned to bring them because Lydecker went AWOL. Everyone else is still in Manticore (not counting her siblings). I know a lot is still unexplained but hopefully the story will take care of that. If you have any questions, send me a review.

I know there are flaws with the timing of it all. Smushing two different worlds together will do that. Moving on-

Disclaimer: I am a fan of both Supernatural and Dark Angel. Unfortunately, I don't own either of them. All due respect to the lucky people who do

A/N: Title came from a great Daughtry song of the same name. This is a rewrite of my previous story, Just the Two of Us.

The wind whipped at the X5's handsome face as Alec raced along the empty road. He needed to clear his head for a while.

He was the only one around for miles. He didn't have a destination in mind. Really, anywhere but Seattle would be just fine with him. So long as Logan and Max weren't around, it was good enough for him. He was sick and tired of having to be her pretend boy-toy. She had 'highly encouraged' him to stop flirting with anyone who possibly knew Logan or knew someone that knew Logan or knew someone who knew someone who… and on and on it went. He just needed to get away for a while; he needed to go somewhere where no one would recognize him. That's why he decided to hop on his bike and to keep on going until he found it.

Eventually, he ended up somewhere in central Nebraska at a bar called the Roadhouse.

Alec passed through the wooden doors of the saloon that hopefully led the way to a pool table, some hot girls, plenty of alcohol, and most importantly, no controlling fake girlfriend to stand in his way. He could feel the heavy weight of suspicious eyes evaluating him the second he entered the building. Nearly everyone in the room was sizing him up. Then he saw her. Across the room, the petite, young blond bartender was gazing at him expectantly. He sauntered up to the bar and ordered himself a beer with his signature, charming smirk. She spoke while fetching one from under the counter.

"I didn't know you were going to be in town, Dean." She commented dryly while trying to busy herself with rubbing down the counter.

His enchanting smile fell from his face only to be replaced by one of distrust and confusion. It took a moment to overcome his Manticore instincts and think rationally about something other than which exit would make the best escape route. He took a deep breath to get his head back in the game and his expression back under control.

"I didn't know I was coming here either. This is just where I ended up, sweet heart." He answered casually, hoping to buy some time to gather more information about who she thought he was. Something in the bartender's eyes changed ever so slightly and her voice betrayed her displeasure.

"Well then." She popped the top off the beer and slid it across to him, never breaking eye contact. "Here ya go."

"Thanks." He grabbed it and turned away from the bar and subtly surveyed the other visitors in Harvelle's Roadhouse. Most of the patrons were gruff looking guys with only the occasional lady in the mix. The women that were around were either not worth his efforts or obviously taken. He was confident in his charms but these guys didn't look like the type to let him get off easy and he really wasn't interested in making a scene and blowing his cover over some girl.

He sighed. Luck was not on his side. He started make his way to the pool table and see if he could score some cash at least when he remembered the bartender. He turned slightly to watch her eyes as she did her own visual sweep of the room and its occupants. She was obviously not interested in any of the guys in the room.

He sauntered over to her once more, smile firmly in place. She gave him a small guarded smile in return.

"What did you say your name was, again?" He tried.

Her smile was replaced with a scowl almost quicker than even his transgenic eyes could track.

Oh crap.

"What are you trying to pull, Dean?" She growled.

As he was trying to figure out a half descent response, he failed to notice her reaching below the counter again.

Suddenly, he was doused with water and the petite bartender had a small knife pointed at him.

"Woah, woah, woah! Slow down there." He knew that he could break her wrist and send the knife crashing to the floor in the blink of an eye and with minimal noise, but something gave him pause.

"Start talking." She stated in that no-nonsense tone Alec would later learn that she inherited from her mother.

A/N: I would love it if you reviewed. God Bless.