Blood Ties - HL/SPN - Immortal!Dean 'Verse
Title: Blood Ties
Author: Strangevisitor7
Prompt: #29: Birth for crossovers100My table is here
Claim: Duncan MacLeod
Rated: PG
Fandom: HL and SPN: Part of the Immortal Dean ‘Verse
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Ellen Harvelle, Bobby Singer, Duncan MacLeod and Joe Dawson
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: Dean learns a little about what it means to be an Immortal including the possibility that he and Sam may not be genetically related.
A/N: The rest of the Immortal!Dean Universe can be found here.
Blood Ties
Dean was sitting alone outside on the front step. It had been two days since he had woken up in the middle of nowhere South Dakota. They had decided to come back to Bobby’s to wait for Ellen’s Immortal friend, Duncan MacLeod.
Dean was still trying to wrap his head around the idea that he was Immortal. A year ago he had made a deal with a demon to bring Sam back to life. He’d done it so that he wouldn’t have to live the rest of his life without Sam. Now, it seemed inevitable. Even if Sammy lived another 80 years, Dean would still spend the rest of forever on his own. Dean had pretty much decided that being an Immortal sucked because an eternity of being alone; well, that was his idea of hell.
On the other hand, Sam hadn’t stopped smiling since it was confirmed that Dean was really Dean. He understood. Dean had had the same reaction when he’d seen Sammy alive again after the deal with the demon.
Now, they both had died and returned. Only, Dean had come back with extra bonus lives. He smiled at the idea of his life as a video game. If he died trying to exorcize the rampaging ghost; no problem, Immortality reset the game so he could play again.
Unfortunately, Sammy didn’t have any more lives to spare. If Sam thought Dean had been overprotective and reckless before...well...now he’d be taking it to a whole new level. Why worry about following some beast off a cliff, if you can brush yourself off and keep chasing the bad guy? No need to avoid gunfire. He’d always expected that someday he’d take a bullet for Sam and now he really could. His brother was going to be constantly annoyed with him for taking those kinds of risks.
Huh, Dean laughed, maybe I can make this Immortality gig work after all.
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Sam banged the screen door open as he exited the house and plopped down next to Dean. “He should be here soon and then we’ll get some answers,” Sam announced excitedly.
Dean stifled a laugh. Sam was acting like a four year-old waiting to meet Santa Clause. “Yeah, I guess so.” Dean’s lack of enthusiasm had been a sore point with Sam.
“Dude, come on. Think about it. You might live to see the end of war or poverty. Heck, you might get to go into space."
Sam made it sound so exciting but to Dean Immortality still felt like a burden. “I just don’t see it the way you do,” he admitted.
“Dean, there is a whole culture of Immortals out there. Think of what we could learn from them.”
“So you think there are a lot of these Immortals. Ellen finally start spilling some details about who these people are and why they exist?”
“No,” Sam replied ruefully. “The woman is a rock. She just keeps parroting ‘wait for Duncan’. I did get the idea that she knows quite a few Immortals.”
Dean stilled. What the hell? He stood and stepped into the front yard.
“Dean what is it?” Sam asked as he moved to stand beside his brother.
“I don’t know, Sammy. It feels like...,” Dean hesitated. “It’s like a presence, just out of sight.” Dean couldn’t really describe the feeling. He walked toward the road to see a car approaching. He turned back to Sam. “Get Bobby and Ellen,” Dean ordered as he went over to the Impala to grab a shot gun out of the trunk.
Dean returned to the porch just as Ellen and the others emerged from the house. “You won’t need that, Dean. It’s Duncan. Immortals get that feeling as a signal that another of their kind is near.”
Dean looked at her sideways. “A little warning would have been nice.”
Ellen just smiled and shrugged. Annoyed, Dean decided Ellen enjoyed yanking his chain just a little too much.
Dean watched as the classic, black Thunderbird pulled into the yard. Well, at least the guy drove a decent car. Two men got out of the car and that feeling told him that the younger-looking one was the Immortal.
Duncan threw a smile Ellen’s way but walked straight toward Dean. “Hello Dean, I’m Duncan MacLeod and that,” he nodded toward his companion, “is Joe Dawson, he’s a chronicler of Immortals. Joe couldn’t resist meeting the newest member of our club,” he explained as he held out is hand.
Dean shook it and smirked., “Well, I’ve never been one for clubs, especially not ones that have their own groupies.”
“Ha, Joe’s exactly like that.” Duncan smiled and then laughed when he heard Joe’s grumpy denial from behind him.
“So, we’re Immortals. What’s that really mean?” Dean asked.
“Look, I know you have lots of questions but first…,” Duncan turned away from Dean to pull Ellen into a brotherly hug. “You’ve grown up little girl.”
“And you haven’t changed,” She replied, supplying her half of their traditional greeting. Ellen stepped away from Duncan to continue the introductions. “Bobby Singer, he owns this scrap yard and this is Dean’s brother, Sam.
Duncan looked up at the taller Winchester. “Really, brothers? So, we’re you adopted too,” he asked nonchalantly.
“What?” Sam sputtered. “No. Why would you think that?”
“Sorry, I was just curious. I’ve never met an Immortal who had a sibling. Since Dean was adopted, I just assumed you had to be as well.”
Stepping between Duncan and Sam, Dean stated emphatically, “I’m not adopted.”
Dean watched as Duncan and Joe exchanged a glance that suggested bad news was coming. “What?” Dean growled.
“I’m sorry, Dean. It never occurred to me that you wouldn’t know your own history. But believe me, there is no way that Sam is your genetic brother.”
“What the hell do you think you know about me and Sam, Ponytail?” Dean had moved threateningly into Duncan’s personal space.
Joe force himself between the two Immortals. “Calm down, Dean.”
“No, I won’t ‘calm down’. As far as I’m concerned, you two can just go back to where you came from.”
Dean began to storm back into the house, when he ran smack into Sam. “Dean, at least listen to what they have to say.”
“Fine,” he said testily but refused to face Joe.
“It is a fact that all Immortals are foundlings or orphans which leads to them being adopted. We have never found any with genetically linked relatives.”
“Well, I guess that makes me the first.”
“Dean, trust me that’s -“
“No, Joe,” Dean sneered as he turned to face the older man. “You’re wrong. How could you possibly be that sure? What’d you do, interview every Immortal?”
“Well no, not me personally, but as Duncan mentioned, I’m a Watcher. My organization has been recording the activities of Immortals for centuries.” Joe paused and then stated sympathetically, “You have to accept the fact that Sam is not your brother.”
Dean launched himself at Joe and would have decked him if Sam hadn’t still been standing close enough to grab his arm. “Dean, stop. Let’s go inside and really talk about this.”
Dean shrugged off Sam’s grip and stomped over to the Impala. He looked back at Sam. Sam nodded and announced to the group, “We’ll be back.”
Duncan reached out to stop Sam. “Dean’s not safe. There may be other Immortals around. He has a lot to learn before he goes out into the world on his own.”
“Don’t you worry you pretty, little ponytail about me, I won’t lose my head,” Dean called from the Impala before adding a commanding, “Sam, now.”
Sam walked toward the car. “But, where are you going?” Duncan called after him.
Sam turned around, but continued to back toward the car, throwing his arms up in resignation, he replied, “To get a blood test, of course.”
“No, wait you can’t do that. Immortal blood is unique. You’ll raise all sorts of flags once they start testing it.”
“Oh?” Sam sent a worried look toward Dean.
“Wrong again, Immortal one,” Dean said mockingly. “I’ve had blood taken dozens of time and they’ve never found anything unusual.”
Duncan was frustrated, but refused to let Dean get to him.“You’re Immortal now. Your physiology has changed.”
“But I am still human and that's enough to prove that Sam’s my brother.”
“Dude, I’m your brother no matter what. You know that. We don’t need a blood test. Let’s just forget it,” Sam pleaded.
He looked at Dean with the puppy dog eyes that always caused Dean to cave, but not this time. “Damn it Sam,” Dean said refusing to meet his brothers gaze. “I can’t just forget it. Did Dad keep this a secret all these years? If I am ad-,” Dean paused, struggling to speak the offensive word. “If I am adopted, then I need to know.”
Sam nodded his understanding, and turning to Duncan he said, “I’m sorry but it’s worth the risk. I’ll do what I can to limit their ability to track us or keep the blood.”
Duncan started to protest, but Joe had come to stand beside him and he spoke first. “The transition from mortality to Immortality is always a hard one. Do what you have to do.”
“Thank you,” Sam said. The Winchesters got into the Impala and headed to the local hospital.
Duncan smirked. “Always breaking the rules, aren’t you, Joe?”
Joe smiled ruefully. “You know as well as I do, he’ll be no good to anyone until he accepts the truth. We need to make sure he stays one of the good guys.”
“True,” Duncan acknowledged. He’d seen Immortality turn good men bad and drive others insane. He’d hate to see that happen to Dean. Sam was right, it was worth the risk.
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Next story in the Immortal!Dean 'verse Family Ties
Author: Strangevisitor7
Prompt: #29: Birth for crossovers100My table is here
Claim: Duncan MacLeod
Rated: PG
Fandom: HL and SPN: Part of the Immortal Dean ‘Verse
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Ellen Harvelle, Bobby Singer, Duncan MacLeod and Joe Dawson
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: Dean learns a little about what it means to be an Immortal including the possibility that he and Sam may not be genetically related.
A/N: The rest of the Immortal!Dean Universe can be found here.
Blood Ties
Dean was sitting alone outside on the front step. It had been two days since he had woken up in the middle of nowhere South Dakota. They had decided to come back to Bobby’s to wait for Ellen’s Immortal friend, Duncan MacLeod.
Dean was still trying to wrap his head around the idea that he was Immortal. A year ago he had made a deal with a demon to bring Sam back to life. He’d done it so that he wouldn’t have to live the rest of his life without Sam. Now, it seemed inevitable. Even if Sammy lived another 80 years, Dean would still spend the rest of forever on his own. Dean had pretty much decided that being an Immortal sucked because an eternity of being alone; well, that was his idea of hell.
On the other hand, Sam hadn’t stopped smiling since it was confirmed that Dean was really Dean. He understood. Dean had had the same reaction when he’d seen Sammy alive again after the deal with the demon.
Now, they both had died and returned. Only, Dean had come back with extra bonus lives. He smiled at the idea of his life as a video game. If he died trying to exorcize the rampaging ghost; no problem, Immortality reset the game so he could play again.
Unfortunately, Sammy didn’t have any more lives to spare. If Sam thought Dean had been overprotective and reckless before...well...now he’d be taking it to a whole new level. Why worry about following some beast off a cliff, if you can brush yourself off and keep chasing the bad guy? No need to avoid gunfire. He’d always expected that someday he’d take a bullet for Sam and now he really could. His brother was going to be constantly annoyed with him for taking those kinds of risks.
Huh, Dean laughed, maybe I can make this Immortality gig work after all.
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Sam banged the screen door open as he exited the house and plopped down next to Dean. “He should be here soon and then we’ll get some answers,” Sam announced excitedly.
Dean stifled a laugh. Sam was acting like a four year-old waiting to meet Santa Clause. “Yeah, I guess so.” Dean’s lack of enthusiasm had been a sore point with Sam.
“Dude, come on. Think about it. You might live to see the end of war or poverty. Heck, you might get to go into space."
Sam made it sound so exciting but to Dean Immortality still felt like a burden. “I just don’t see it the way you do,” he admitted.
“Dean, there is a whole culture of Immortals out there. Think of what we could learn from them.”
“So you think there are a lot of these Immortals. Ellen finally start spilling some details about who these people are and why they exist?”
“No,” Sam replied ruefully. “The woman is a rock. She just keeps parroting ‘wait for Duncan’. I did get the idea that she knows quite a few Immortals.”
Dean stilled. What the hell? He stood and stepped into the front yard.
“Dean what is it?” Sam asked as he moved to stand beside his brother.
“I don’t know, Sammy. It feels like...,” Dean hesitated. “It’s like a presence, just out of sight.” Dean couldn’t really describe the feeling. He walked toward the road to see a car approaching. He turned back to Sam. “Get Bobby and Ellen,” Dean ordered as he went over to the Impala to grab a shot gun out of the trunk.
Dean returned to the porch just as Ellen and the others emerged from the house. “You won’t need that, Dean. It’s Duncan. Immortals get that feeling as a signal that another of their kind is near.”
Dean looked at her sideways. “A little warning would have been nice.”
Ellen just smiled and shrugged. Annoyed, Dean decided Ellen enjoyed yanking his chain just a little too much.
Dean watched as the classic, black Thunderbird pulled into the yard. Well, at least the guy drove a decent car. Two men got out of the car and that feeling told him that the younger-looking one was the Immortal.
Duncan threw a smile Ellen’s way but walked straight toward Dean. “Hello Dean, I’m Duncan MacLeod and that,” he nodded toward his companion, “is Joe Dawson, he’s a chronicler of Immortals. Joe couldn’t resist meeting the newest member of our club,” he explained as he held out is hand.
Dean shook it and smirked., “Well, I’ve never been one for clubs, especially not ones that have their own groupies.”
“Ha, Joe’s exactly like that.” Duncan smiled and then laughed when he heard Joe’s grumpy denial from behind him.
“So, we’re Immortals. What’s that really mean?” Dean asked.
“Look, I know you have lots of questions but first…,” Duncan turned away from Dean to pull Ellen into a brotherly hug. “You’ve grown up little girl.”
“And you haven’t changed,” She replied, supplying her half of their traditional greeting. Ellen stepped away from Duncan to continue the introductions. “Bobby Singer, he owns this scrap yard and this is Dean’s brother, Sam.
Duncan looked up at the taller Winchester. “Really, brothers? So, we’re you adopted too,” he asked nonchalantly.
“What?” Sam sputtered. “No. Why would you think that?”
“Sorry, I was just curious. I’ve never met an Immortal who had a sibling. Since Dean was adopted, I just assumed you had to be as well.”
Stepping between Duncan and Sam, Dean stated emphatically, “I’m not adopted.”
Dean watched as Duncan and Joe exchanged a glance that suggested bad news was coming. “What?” Dean growled.
“I’m sorry, Dean. It never occurred to me that you wouldn’t know your own history. But believe me, there is no way that Sam is your genetic brother.”
“What the hell do you think you know about me and Sam, Ponytail?” Dean had moved threateningly into Duncan’s personal space.
Joe force himself between the two Immortals. “Calm down, Dean.”
“No, I won’t ‘calm down’. As far as I’m concerned, you two can just go back to where you came from.”
Dean began to storm back into the house, when he ran smack into Sam. “Dean, at least listen to what they have to say.”
“Fine,” he said testily but refused to face Joe.
“It is a fact that all Immortals are foundlings or orphans which leads to them being adopted. We have never found any with genetically linked relatives.”
“Well, I guess that makes me the first.”
“Dean, trust me that’s -“
“No, Joe,” Dean sneered as he turned to face the older man. “You’re wrong. How could you possibly be that sure? What’d you do, interview every Immortal?”
“Well no, not me personally, but as Duncan mentioned, I’m a Watcher. My organization has been recording the activities of Immortals for centuries.” Joe paused and then stated sympathetically, “You have to accept the fact that Sam is not your brother.”
Dean launched himself at Joe and would have decked him if Sam hadn’t still been standing close enough to grab his arm. “Dean, stop. Let’s go inside and really talk about this.”
Dean shrugged off Sam’s grip and stomped over to the Impala. He looked back at Sam. Sam nodded and announced to the group, “We’ll be back.”
Duncan reached out to stop Sam. “Dean’s not safe. There may be other Immortals around. He has a lot to learn before he goes out into the world on his own.”
“Don’t you worry you pretty, little ponytail about me, I won’t lose my head,” Dean called from the Impala before adding a commanding, “Sam, now.”
Sam walked toward the car. “But, where are you going?” Duncan called after him.
Sam turned around, but continued to back toward the car, throwing his arms up in resignation, he replied, “To get a blood test, of course.”
“No, wait you can’t do that. Immortal blood is unique. You’ll raise all sorts of flags once they start testing it.”
“Oh?” Sam sent a worried look toward Dean.
“Wrong again, Immortal one,” Dean said mockingly. “I’ve had blood taken dozens of time and they’ve never found anything unusual.”
Duncan was frustrated, but refused to let Dean get to him.“You’re Immortal now. Your physiology has changed.”
“But I am still human and that's enough to prove that Sam’s my brother.”
“Dude, I’m your brother no matter what. You know that. We don’t need a blood test. Let’s just forget it,” Sam pleaded.
He looked at Dean with the puppy dog eyes that always caused Dean to cave, but not this time. “Damn it Sam,” Dean said refusing to meet his brothers gaze. “I can’t just forget it. Did Dad keep this a secret all these years? If I am ad-,” Dean paused, struggling to speak the offensive word. “If I am adopted, then I need to know.”
Sam nodded his understanding, and turning to Duncan he said, “I’m sorry but it’s worth the risk. I’ll do what I can to limit their ability to track us or keep the blood.”
Duncan started to protest, but Joe had come to stand beside him and he spoke first. “The transition from mortality to Immortality is always a hard one. Do what you have to do.”
“Thank you,” Sam said. The Winchesters got into the Impala and headed to the local hospital.
Duncan smirked. “Always breaking the rules, aren’t you, Joe?”
Joe smiled ruefully. “You know as well as I do, he’ll be no good to anyone until he accepts the truth. We need to make sure he stays one of the good guys.”
“True,” Duncan acknowledged. He’d seen Immortality turn good men bad and drive others insane. He’d hate to see that happen to Dean. Sam was right, it was worth the risk.
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