Title: Alternative Love

Author: Little Lonnie

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, romance, humor

Spoilers: For 6x15 "The French Mistake"

Characters: Sam, Genevieve, Dean, Cliff

Summary: Set in 6x15 "The French Mistake" When the angel hitman comes to their house and sheds some blood, Dean isn't the only one to get protective.

Disclaimer: Belongs to Eric Kripke.

Chapter 1

"Oh my god!" Sam and Dean turned their heads towards the source of the near-scream.
"What?" Sam asked when he saw his... - or this Jared guy's wife, Genevieve in tears, make up all over the cheeks.
"Misha has been stabbed to death!" she sobbed dramatically and the brothers looked at each other quickly,
"Where?" they asked in unison.

"Where?" Gen grimaced,
"What kind of question is that?" the clearly grief stricken woman looked at them as if she had finally decided that they had indeed gone crazy.
"Maybe she was a 'Mishamigo'," Dean leaned closer to Sam and whispered.

"Uhm, we didn't mean it like that. It's-" before Sam could explain the door they had just entered busted open and the dark clothed angel hit man appeared in the doorway.
"Go, go, go!" Dean pushed Sam down the hall towards Gen that was now backing away in shock. Dean turned around just in time to see the angel raise a shotgun

"Take her away," Dean told Sam before running towards the angel, then dove right into another room just in time to avoid the bullets.

"Sam!" Dean got chills down his spine when he heard the frightened scream from the Ruby actress, but didn't have time to freak out before the angel followed him into the room. At least he wasn't following his brother and the girl.
"Hey godfather, where did you learn to shoot? At your granny's?" Dean mocked and jumped behind the coach just as the hitman shot at him again, breaking the glass windows behind him. "

Hey you better leave the alpaca alone!" Dean yelled before jumping at the angel and tried to wrestle the gun out of his hands.

"Just a little further, sweetie," Sam didn't really see where he was going because everything was so blurry, but he could feel the slim arms around his waist and the feel of the never ending staircase under his feet. When he thought they were at the top he tried to put one feet in front of the other again, only to find that there was one more step to go. It was too late though and he collapsed to the floor while his wife in this alternative world desperately tried to keep him up.

"No please, just a little longer," she gasped, but Sam couldn't help it and rolled over onto his side, hand pressed against the bleeding wound somewhere on thigh. All the blood made him a little dizzy, but he tried to press against where it hurt the most.

"Sweetie, stay awake, please," Gen was still crying, but for another reason now. She jumped a little at the gunshots still going off downstairs.

"M'fine," Sam grimaced against the carpet as he silently prayed that Dean would be fine. Then suddenly the pain in his leg blew over again and he swore loudly. He forced his eyes open to see that Gen had taken her thin outer shirt off and covered it around the bleeding wound. He found himself drifting until he felt his head being lifted and then rested against something soft. A shiver ran through him, but then soft hands ran through his hair and over his face and he realized his head was resting in Gen's lap.

"T's okay. Just a leg wound," Sam explained. It hurt as hell though and he knew he could still bleed out or die of shock, but he really felt like he should try to calm the sweet woman caring so much for him. Carefully he rolled over onto his back, being careful not to move his leg too much. He sighed and closed his eyes when the soft hands started running over his face again and then a soft kiss was pressed to his forehead. He then realized that she was speaking softly to him although he hadn't really paid attention to it. Her small hands though was doing a good job making him trying to focus on them instead of the pain.

"You're sweet," he opened his eyes again and met her dark eyes. She looked like Ruby obviously, but at the same time she was nothing like her. She frowned a little, but smiled weakly at him.

"You're so weird sometimes," she snickered and sniffled a little, drying some tears away with her hand. Sam jumped a little in his place when he heard another shot right under them and Gen automatically locked her arms around his shoulder from behind when he tried to sit up a bit.

"We should move in case that psycho gets past Jensen," Gen said, tugging at his arm and shirt uselessly. There was no way that petite girl would manage to get him anywhere if he refused. Which he did.

"What? No! We can't just leave him!" Sam complained,

"We shouldn't have left him to begin with."

"Jared, come on. I don't like the idea of leaving him either, but you're not gonna do him much good passing out before he can shoot you both either!" she tugged at his collar again when he suddenly felt dizzy again and settled against the wall. He felt her hands leave his shirt and went back to his face, patting his cheeks to keep him focused. She was about to say something when the sound of someone running up the stairs towards them echoed up through the hall.

"Sam!" Dean said as soon as he saw them,

"I mean, Jared!"
Sam grimaced at Dean's little slip and vaguely noticed Gen roll her eyes.

"You okay?" Dean knelt beside them and quickly checked his brother for more damage then the obvious shot wound on his thigh.

"Been better," Sam groaned when Dean tightened Gen's shirt around his leg.

"We've got to get moving. I managed to knock him out, but I doubt he stays out long," Dean explained just as they heard something downstairs.

"Let's go," Dean bent down so Sam could lock his arms around his shoulders as he got up on his good leg. Gen had her arms securely around his waist as they clumsily found their way towards another room. There was sounds of thumping in the stairs again and Dean just got into the room as bullets flew past his head.

"Go on!" Dean let Gen take his limping brother further into the room as he started barricading the door.

"Is there any way to get to ground level here?" Dean asked as he hurried back over to his brother and looked through the big windows.

"Nothing ideal no," Gen said without looking up from where she was pressing her hand against Sam's clothed wound.

"Nothing? Vines or ladders or something in case of fire?" Dean started opening windows and finally came to one that led onto a tiny porch and a fire escape,

"There! We can get down there!"
Gen looked to where he was pointing,

"Are you retarded? Jared's been shot here!" Dean grumbled annoyed, but kept his mouth shut. He couldn't exactly blame her for being worried if she was married to this Jared guy.

"Believe me I know, but that guy's gonna get in here and that's our only way down," Dean explained and luckily Sam decided that moment to speak.

"He's right. I will just have to try not use my leg," Sam explained. Then the banging on the door began. Dean pulled one of Sam's arms around his shoulders and his own arm around his brother's slim waist before squeezing their way out the window after Gen.

"Hey! What's going on in there!" the three of them froze when a fourth voice yelled and they looked over the ledge of the porch.

"Clint!" Sam gasped.

"Cliff," Gen said.

"Cliff!" Sam corrected himself while throwing Gen a apolegic glance. She seemed too occupied to worry about Sam's sanity at that moment.

"There's a sick psycho bitch in here. He shot Jared! Get the car!" Gen yelled and Cliff was off running before she had finished the sentence. Multiply gunshots sounded from inside as the angel hitman had started blowing holes in the door, luckily not onto their escape route yet.

"Ladies first," Sam ushered Gen over the ledge and onto the ladder before she could resist. Dean helped Sam as carefully as he could over the edge to, holding onto his brothers arms as long as he could. Sam let his wounded leg hang limply as he tried to switch between sliding down some steps and catching a step with his good leg.

"That's good. Keep going like that," Dean encouraged as he noticed Cliff stopped the car nearby. He looked over his shoulder as he heard the doors creaking. Sure enough the damages done to the door was starting to become so much that the angel was trying to push them open now.

"Careful, sweetie!" Dean looked down again when he heard the girl encourage his brother from the ground. Her emotions was no doubt real. She cared for his brother a lot.

"I'm coming now," Dean said as he quickly got over the ledge, while Sam was getting closer to the ground. He froze in the ladder and looked down when he heard his brother gasp in pain and let go of the ladder.