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Ok I’m the worst, but if you wanted to do another Christmas prompt... supernatural fusion sequel...

Yes, I know this says Christmas, but THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DOUBLE REQUEST. I write both. Wait, no, that makes me look weak (except I am).This is a continuation of cruising through the doom days!**

Liz has a mandate – every year, each of them has topick a non-alien case so their skills stay sharp. Max has a propensity forvampires (which Michael teases him about because it’s so absolutely up hisalley with the whole hard-on for the gothic romantic era) and Isobel lovesrooting out incubi to make them suffer. Michael’s a big fan of the cryptid andLiz likes werewolves.“What about this one,” says Alex when it’s his turn, turning his computerscreen to show off the local news from Colorado Springs.Michael whistles under his breath, digging for some money from his back pocket.Alex eyes him warily, not sure why he’s doing that. “What?”“Max bet me that you’d wanna hunt ghosts your first time out,” Michael says,slapping the bill into Max’s hand (who accepts it with a smug ‘thank you’). “Ikind of thought you’d wanna do something a little more fun. Mermaids, sirens,banshees.”“This is all Michael-speak for him regretting his last choice,” Isobel informshim.Liz is already turning the screen back towards her to take some notes. “What happened at Michael’s last hunt?”“Pixies,” Isobel says with a manic smirk. “They put him under a love spell andhe had exams to write the next day. He professed his love to the teacher’sassistant in front of the whole class before Liz and I could dose him with anantidote,” she shares, laughing warmly. She’s expecting Alex to join in, but his jaw is clicking with jealousy. “Don’t worry,” Michael whispers, kissing Alex’s neck. “I learned my lessonabout going after anything that could make you fall in love with someone atfirst sight, up until I met you.” He bites at Alex’s shoulder playfully,clearly hoping that his charm is working on him.

The annoying thing is that it is.With that out of the way, Alex and Liz get to research, Max packs up the cars,Isobel books them a motel, and they head out to Colorado Springs to hunt down avengeful ghost. The first few days pass without incident. Alex heads to the house that’spurportedly haunted to take a few pictures, Liz reads up on the lore of thisparticular incident, and Michael gets their weapons ready. Then, on the thirdday, Alex comes home to disaster.“What the hell?” Alex exhales, barely managing the words past his grittedteeth. The motel is only so big, and it’s impossible to miss the giant Humvee in theparking lot. Given that there’s only so many people who have that car and wouldturn up at an active hunting ground, Alex isn’t surprised to see his fatherlooming outside a room a few doors down, his disdainful gaze fixed on Alex.Behind him, his brothers are unloading weapons briefcases. “No aliens here, Dad,” Alex says sharply. “Not for you to kill.”“I think there are some,” Jesse replies, as calm as ever. “We’re not here forthem. We were hired by a local client to investigate a haunting.”Money must be tight, because Jesse hates taking cases outside of his wheelhouseunless it’s absolutely necessary. It’s the first time that Alex has seen him since he walked out on him. He’s notsure what he’d been expecting, both to feel and for Jesse to do. It’s somehoweven more infuriating when Jesse eyes Alex up and down, and then decides thathe’s not even worth the trouble of a dressing down, which makes Alex want toburst out and provoke him. “If it’s the one at the Pollard Manor, we were here first,” Alex spits out. “I don’t think that matters. You’re ineffective, clumsy, and you were alwaysthe disappointment,” Jesse informs him. Behind him, he can see Flint snorting,but Alex shoots a glare his way that keeps him moving. “Somehow, I’m notworried.”Alex feels the rage welling up in him and he wants desperately to sling aninsult back at him, but the anger clouds his mind and he can’t think ofanything to say. Instead, he’s left fumbling, standing there while his brothersand father lock themselves in their motel room, leaving Alex feeling like theinadequate youngest son that he is. He slams his hand against the door before digging out his key and headinginside, taking a few deep breaths. Michael’s waiting for him, sitting on thebed, and Alex instantly regrets losing his shit like that, but Jesse has a wayof getting to him that no one else does. “We don’t have to stay,” is the first thing Michael says when Alex comes backinside from his encounter. Alex wonders how long Michael has been lurking, but he’sclearly heard plenty. “This is all practice for us. If Jesse and his boys wantto take this on, we can…”“No,” Alex cuts him off.Michael raises a brow, sprawling back on the motel bed. “Alex,” he warnsquietly. “It’s not healthy for you to be around him like this.”“We were here first,” he insists stubbornly. “When I walked out on him, it wasa whisper and it should’ve been a bang. He deserves to know that I’m betterthan him. He deserves to feel what it’s like having the rug yanked out fromunder you. I want…”“Revenge,” Michael fills in for him. “That’s kind of the problem, Alex.”“It’s not!”“We’re hunting down a vengeful ghost who feeds off that energy.” Michaelgestures to Alex, then to the front of the motel. “Are you telling me that it’snot going to be a problem?”“It’s not.” Alex feels like he might be lying, but he doesn’t want to let hisfather get the better of him.If they leave, then Jesse Manes wins and there’s no way that Alex canlet that happen. He’ll do absolutely anything he needs to make sure he can goon this hunt without causing issues, and he hopes that Michael will be on hisside. He knows that it’s dangerous, what he’s doing, but his father has alwaysclouded his judgment.In this moment, he’s back to being that boy – the one who wants to impress hisfather, no matter what he has to do.“The moment that I think it’s dangerous, we’re leaving,” Michael warns, buthe’s conceding. Alex can hear it in his voice.He nods rapidly, cupping Michael’s cheeks so he can bear in and kiss him toshow his appreciation, bearing him down onto the bed. “Yes,” he promises. “Ofcourse, yeah, anything,” he insists, and presses more kisses to Michael’s neck,tangling his fingers in Michael’s shirt to start yanking it off.There’s a voice in the back of his mind asking him why he’s pushing so much,even though he already knows. The way he’s acting, the defiance he’s wielding,it’s all because he needs some finality and closure to his life with hisfamily.Alex intends to get it, no matter how it happens.*The first visit to the house happens without incident. Michael’s actuallyfairly bored, seeing as it gets to the point that everyone splits up to coverthe rooms, but no one finds anything. They return to the foyer and regroup, with no one reporting any EMF activity oranything remotely haunted. Michael gives Alex an encouraging look. “Hey,” hesays, “Just because we didn’t find anything, it doesn’t mean that your Dad willeither.” Something on Alex’s face shifts then, flinches, and Michael kickshimself for bringing it up.He leans in and rubs Alex’s back, kissing his cheek to try and soothe away thatache. Michael’s feeling a little disappointed himself, if only because if theghost here has already been dealt with, then it’s a long to drive to have todeal with Alex’s shitty family. Liz reaches out to collect all the EMF meters,but Alex beats her to it. “I’ll process the data,” he assures. “You and Max can head out, have somedinner.”Liz hands her meter over with a grateful smile. “Thanks Alex, you’re the best.”Michael guesses that means he’s in for a night of logging and research. Hesulks at Alex, but it doesn’t go anywhere, so clearly there’s no sympathy to behad for him. They go back to the motel and luckily, the Manes family aren’tthere, so Michael doesn’t have to worry about rushing Alex inside before he canget into another provocation with them.The night’s pretty boring, as expected.Alex logs, Michael reads, and nothing even happens because Michael ends upfalling asleep while Alex clicks around the internet, then catalogues theweapons, and then goes back to reading. The next day, things start getting a little weird. Later, he’ll feel like a complete asshole for not putting the pieces together,but at first he thinks it’s just Alex making a statement in front ofJesse. He starts wearing thick eyeliner, goes out to a local store and buys tightleather pants, and there’s a mesh crop top at one point. It’s very emo, but italso is very (wildly, in fact) attractive on him, so Michael doesn’t sayanything. He’s also a big fan of the way Jesse’s face contorts like he’s havingan aneurysm when they run into each other. Michael admires his ass in the tight jeans, he plucks at the skin-tighthenleys, and he lets Alex pin him to the wall and make out with him, even inthe middle of research sessions. There’s been no sign of the ghost since the first visit, but they’ve got timeand Michael’s not really too fussed about it. Then it starts getting really odd.Alex doesn’t want to do any research. Every time they sit down to go over thehistory of the house or books on the subject, he says that he’s bored and he’sgoing out for coffee. One time, he comes back with his shirt untucked andaskew, which makes Michael wary about what’s going on. The weird thing doesn’t stop there.He’s not Alex, not really. At night, he pulls away from Michael’s arms, hedoesn’t play the guitar to lull them to sleep, and Max had caught him trying totake the truck for a joy ride. Something’s going on, and Michael’s starting toget scared.His fear still doesn’t prepare him for what happens next. It’s the middle of the night and he doesn’t know where Alex is. He rubs at his eyes and sits up, trying to see if he’s gone to the bathroom,but there are no lights on and there’s no sign of movement, which means that ifAlex is in the room, then he’s lying real still on the ground. Grabbing hisshirt, Michael pulls on the button-down and manages two buttons before he getsup and tucks the key into his pocket, heading outside. He hears a loud shot,like a car backfiring or a gunshot, but given the rough part of town they’restaying in, it could be dealer’s choice.“Alex,” he says with relief when he sees him a few doors down. “Babe, hey,” hecoaxes. “Are you smoking or something, what are you…?”The smoke isn’t a cigarette.It’s a gun in Alex’s hand and there’s a body on the ground. “Holy shit,”he exhales, gaping at the body. It’s Jesse Manes, bleeding out from his stomachand twisting, writhing around. “Fuck!” he snaps, and he hates that he’s aboutto do this, but he’d never let himself live it down if he didn’t. He storms tothe two doors beside his room, pounding on them. “Max! Isobel! Liz!” He keepspounding his fist, even as Alex swivels to look at them, his hand with the gunraising.Fuck, no.Michael focuses and sends the gun flying out of Alex’s hand. The minute Maxopens the door, Michael bolts into the room for the iron bar, heading back outand giving his boyfriend a pleading and apologetic look.“Michael,” is Alex’s warning, his voice sounding airy and hollow, like he’s noteven there.“Sorry, sweetheart,” Michael tells him, before he knocks him in the back of thehead with an iron bar, sending him crumpling to the ground. With Alex (orwhatever’s wearing Alex as a suit because that’s not his boyfriend) outfor the count, they can focus on Jesse. “Heal him,” he begs Max.“Don’t you put your hands on me,” Jesse spits out.“Look, your kids are out on a hunt, right? You’re not going to a hospitalbecause I can’t explain that a ghost shot you and if you think I’m letting youput Alex in jail for this, you’re stupider than I thought,” Michael snaps athim. “So either you die by Alex’s hand or Max heals you. Your choice, asshole!”There’s a frustratingly long moment where Jesse says nothing, but then hepresses his hands to his bleeding stomach and that seems to coax something outof him. Max doesn’t look any happier to be doing this, but Michael doesn’t need Alex tofeel the guilt of killing his father because he’s been possessed by a vengefulghost. It has to be that, right? If Michael thinks back, he could kick himselffor how obvious it’s been.They’d split up in the house and Alex had made sure to grab the EMF meters. Theonly person who’d know that there’s activity in the house would be the onebeing possessed. The rest all falls into place – the clothes, the actions, theway Alex has been succumbing to it. Watching Max heal Jesse, he bends down tocollect Alex in his arms, bringing him into Max’s room.“Liz,” he says roughly. “I need you to douse some ropes in salted holy waterand then tie him up. Please.”Liz looks at him with alarm, her mouth forming questions that Michael doesn’twant to hear.“Just do it,” he reiterates, feeling exhausted as if he’s the one who’s beenpossessed by a spirit. How could he have missed this? How could this have happened right under hisnose without him knowing? He helps Alex into the chair and when Liz movesforward with the ropes, Michael shakes his head and holds his hands out forthem. He needs to be the one to do this. It has to be. “I’m sorry,” he says again to Alex’s unconscious body, gently shifting hislolling head so there’s a pillow behind him. He cups Alex’s cheek the once,even though he knows that right now Alex isn’t in the driver’s seat. The tenderness means more, somehow, because he’s not the one in control. It’slike Michael needs to send whatever messages he can so that Alex knows thathe’s not fighting this alone.“I’m coming to get you,” he vows stubbornly. “I’m not going to let it haveyou.”He swears he won’t, because he just found Alex. He’s not losing him soeasily.*It takes hours before Alex comes around.He says Alex, but Michael knows it’s not. It all makes sense now, from the waythe hunt had gone cold after their first recon, but also Alex’s strangebehavior that Michael had written off as them not truly knowing one anotherthat well. He’d known that this hunt was a bad idea, but he’d gone along withit because Alex had seemed to need it.Next time, he’s trusting his instincts.“Ready?” Liz asks him quietly, pressing the holy water and the salt to one ofhis hands, the iron to the other. Michael shakes his head, not wanting to deal with the ghost that’s possessingAlex, making a hoe of him. He clutches each item tightly and when Alex startsmaking noises, he steps forward in time to see his eyes go black, opening upand hissing as he wriggles against the ropes.“What did you do to me?”“Salted ropes to keep you snug as a shitty little bug,” Michael says. “Youdon’t have to deal with it, though. Just leave him,” he coaxes. “Get out ofhim, and then you can feel better.”“No.”Michael’s nostrils flare as he inhales angrily. “Get out of him,” he repeats,the only thing stopping him from doing anything more is that it’s Alex. It’sAlex’s face, his voice, and the ghost is using him to make a home, but that’ssupposed to be what Michael gets with him. They’ve only just met, but that’s whatAlex feels like to him.It’s like home. He’s not ready to let a ghost take that away from him. “If you don’t leave, we’ll force you out.” “I like it in here,” the ghost says, wriggling Alex’s shoulders like he’s in awarm and cozy blanket. “He’s full of rage and anger. He wants revenge, always,”it says, and smiles a charming smirk at Michael. “I’m keeping him. We belongtogether. Do whatever you want, but I’m not letting him go without a fight.” Michael’s never seen a ghost make a home of a person. Alex isn’t an object or aplace. He’s a person. The need for vengeance and for retribution must be sostrong in Alex, and his family’s presence here has stoked it. “I’m not sure what’ll work here,” Michael mutters to Liz once he steps aside.“I’ve never seen an infestation of a person before. I’m notsalting and burning Alex.”“We can drive him out. What about an exorcism? He’s already bound with saltedropes,” Liz says. “We’ll tuck some iron in there, douse him with holy water,say the words…eventually, that thing is going to want out.”“Okay,” he says, glancing to Isobel. “I don’t care about finesse anymore. Burnthe house, make sure this thing has nowhere else to go. Take it all down.”Isobel and Max go, leaving Michael and Liz to amp up their aggression. Theypour a bucket of blessed motel-sink water over Alex’s head, tuck iron piecesinto the ropes, and it begins to work. Alex is thrashing around, growlinggutturally, and spitting out curses at them. “He doesn’t want you,” the creature spits out at Michael with Alex’s voice.“You’re only a distraction. You’re something that he’s using to make himselffeel like an adult now that he’s outside of his father’s reach.”“Michael, don’t listen to him,” Liz says quietly.Michael keeps his head down, trying stubbornly not to let it get to him, butit’s like the ghost has seen inside Michael’s head, not Alex’s, and isunearthing every last fear that he’s been keeping buried. “He’ll leave you.” Alex’s lips contort up in an ugly smile and he shakes hishead. “It’ll be pathetic. You, left all alone by this weakling of a man,consumed by his need to get revenge.”“You’re a shitty liar,” Michael spits out at him, shoving one last piece ofiron vindictively into the ropes, knowing that he has to be careful. If he letsthat need for revenge against the spirit consume him, then he could be the nexthost. Instead of thinking about vengeance, he focuses on his love for Alex, andwanting to do right by him. It hurts, still, but he thinks that the hurt comes from a place where Michaelknows this is happening to Alex because Michael couldn’t protect him. He should have been louder about not doing this hunt. He should have never let them split up. “He doesn’t love you. He doesn’t want you.”“You know what?” Michael decides that’s fucking enough. “Get,” Michael says,dousing Alex in holy water, “the fuck,” he continues sharply, digging hisfingers into the bible as he gets ready, “out of my boyfriend!”There are some rites and rituals that Michael knows off by heart and anexorcism of a person’s body happens to be one of them. This isn’t a demon, butMichael’s not exactly feeling picky today, as he begins to chant the words,pressing the iron pieces in Alex’s ropes harder against his skin, having toignore the way Alex yelps and howls.It’s not him, he reminds himself.The ghost will do anything it can to make sure it gets to keep Alex, but it’sout of luck, because Michael found him first. Michael’s panting before hefinishes the exorcism rite, but with one final throw of the remainder of theholy water, the ghost expunges itself from Alex through his mouth, his nose,his eyes, dissipating out into the air. It will try and make for the house again, Michael knows.Hopefully by then, it’ll have been burnt to the ground. Alex slumps over andMichael bolts for his side, landing hard on his knees. His fingers yank on theropes, but Liz’s hiss of caution behind him makes him hesitate. Only for amoment, though, because then he’s looking up into Alex’s warm eyes, not that ofa ghost.“…Michael?” he ekes out.“Yeah, babe?”“Why am I tied up? Are we trying something new and kinky?”Michael laughs with relief and hauls himself up to press his forehead toAlex’s, closing his eyes as he kisses him, fingers sliding through his wethair. He’ll definitely have to go over everything with him, but Michael knowsone thing.No more ghost hunts, not for a while.“I’ll explain later, okay? Let’s just get you out of these ropes and into somedry clothes.”No ghost is going to take Alex from him, not without Michael putting up onehell of a fight. *“Alex, you don’t have to do this.”“I need to.”His eyes are still sunken and his face pale, but Alex’s determination won’t bepushed off. Michael still doesn’t think it’s a good idea, but Alex is alreadymoving forward. The Manes are packing up to leave, which is great news as faras Michael’s concerned. The part that’s not as great is how Alex wants to goout there and talk to them.They’ve just conquered a vengeful spirit. This feels a little like playing withfire just because they didn’t get completely torched the first time. Is Michael going to deny Alex this chance?No. He’s also not about to let him do it alone. “I’m coming with you.” When Alexopens his mouth to argue, Michael gives him a pointed look. “I’m not lettingyou out of my sight until that shitty scared feeling in my stomach goes away.” That feels like it could be days or years, but until then, Michael needsthat closeness. He helps Alex outside, but he waits until all his brothers are in the car tocall out.“Jesse!”Not Dad, and there’s no warmth to it. For a moment, Michael thinks that Jesse is going to leave without acknowledginghis son, but he slides the last weapons case into the back before rounding theHumvee to eye Alex and Michael both, standing there with one hand precariouslyclose to the weapon Michael knows is at his side.He reaches out with his powers, makes sure the safety is on, just so he canfeel safe about this conversation. Jesse waits for them to speak, but whatever Alex has to say, he needs to thinkabout it.It means Jesse gets the first word: “I’m not saying thank you.”Michael can tell that’s directed at him, because Alex gives him a confused look.“After I knocked you out, I made Max heal him,” he says, shooting Jesse afurious look. “You’re welcome,” he says anyway, because he and Max savedJesse’s life using their alien powers, and he thinks that should get rubbed inhis face a little more. Jesse scowls, looking at Alex. “What do you want?”“I want to tell you what I should have said years ago. You forced your beliefson me, your life, and when I didn’t fit it, you punished me,” Alex says. Hewobbles slightly, but Michael’s there for him, supporting him with an arm slungaround his back. “I grew up scared. I felt alone. I felt like I was wrong,until I met Michael and his family.”Jesse’s staring at him impassively, while Flint shouts that they need to getgoing.“What are you trying to say, Alex?”“That I’m done with you. I walked out and escaped the worst monster I’ve everseen, and I was just possessed by a vengeful ghost who wanted to take me overand use me until I was a husk.” Alex cocks his head to the side. “You’re stillworse.”If someone had said that to Michael, he might have crumpled up and used hispowers to let out his rage.Jesse Manes looks at him, then to Michael, and he decides that he’s not worthit. “You’re not a Manes anymore,” is all Jesse says.“I never wanted to be one,” Alex guarantees. “I don’t want to see you again.Next hunt we run into one another, you leave,” he says. “You owe us, after all.You owe Max your life,” he adds with a smug finality that has Jessebristling, but not arguing. If Jesse had the first word, then Alex has the last.Jesse’s gone without any further protest, and when the Humvee has vanished overthe horizon, it’s like the relief courses through Alex, making him crumple. Michael’sthere for him, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him in, pressinga kiss to his shoulder. He knows that Alex had looked calm, suave, andcollected, but that Alex is also stronger than his father ever gave him creditfor.“You okay?” Michael asks quietly. “I know that wasn’t easy.”“Nope, definitely not,” Alex agrees, and Michael can see the tears in his eyes.“But I gave a vengeful spirit a home because of my anger at my father. Itwanted to consume me whole because of what I couldn’t let go. I needed to dothat. I needed to call him the monster he was and then I needed to let go.”Michael knows it won’t be that easy. He won’t be able to let him go instantly,but the important part is that he’s taken his first steps down that road.“So,” Alex asks, lump still in his throat from how his words catch, “where arewe going next?”“Home,” Michael says. “We’re going home for a while. You okay with that?”Alex gives him a relieved smile, turning into Michael’s hold so he can pull himin. “That sounds perfect to me. Home,” he echoes. “With my family.”

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