The Rescue of Richie Ryan (4/7) - HL/SPN - Immortal!Dean 'Verse
Title:The Rescue of Richie Ryan (4/7)
Author: Strangevisitor7
Beta: Thanks to Pen37
Prompt: Prompt #87:Choice for crossovers100. My table is here
The rest of the Immortal!Dean 'Verse is here
Rated: PG
Fandom: HL, SPN but set in a far future that looks remarkably like the Firefly 'verse
Characters: Dean Winchester, Duncan MacLeod, Richie Ryan; Mentions of Chloe/Dean
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: Richie has been missing for over 6 months. Duncan finally has a lead and needs Dean's help to rescue him.
Chapter Summary: With the original plan in shambles, Dean contacts his great, great...great, grand nephew, Sam Winchester for help
A/N: pen37 and I wrote this story called 5 Times Immortal!Dean met Meta!Chloe. Everyone wondered what could have kept Dean away from Chloe for 150 years as mentioned in Chapter 5: When the Fightings Done.
The story that follows explains why Dean left. And pen37's story Methos And Chloe Save the Planet tells what Chloe did when Dean didn't come back.
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7;
Chapter 4: Plan B
Several hours before the call to Brand, Dean had already landed the Impala at the Rosemount public docks. It was as far away from the Haven docks as they could find and still be in the capitol city. They both agreed it would be best to lie to Brand about everything including their arrival time. They registered under false names and decided to scout the Haven docks on foot before the scheduled meeting to determine if it was indeed a trap.
Gearing up, Dean pulled on an old brown duster to hide his sword. He strapped on three different guns. He slipped a knife into his boot and one into his belt. He glanced over at Duncan who was similarly dressed and armed. He stifled a snort as he realized they looked like two Cowboys about to enter a gunfight, all they need were the hats.
An hour before the appointed meeting time, they approached the Haven docks. Alliance patrols were out in full force. “Sometimes I am very glad for you paranoia.” Duncan acknowledged, indicating the patrols.
Dean snorted, “One of these days, I’d like to be wrong.”
They slipped into a nearby bar where Duncan was able to log into a public access terminal. He confirmed that ships were being searched at the Haven docks as well as two other ports. Luckily they had parked on the wrong side of town and they had never told Brand what kind of ship they were flying.
“Well, I guess we know it was a trap. And don’t say it.” Duncan commanded, pointing a finger in Dean’s direction.
Dean shrugged innocently, “I would never say I told you so.” He smirked.
Duncan rolled his eyes. Dean deserved his small victory because they had avoided being captured but that still left them with no way of finding Richie. “Okay Mr. Smartass, my plan was a bust.” Duncan admitted. “How about you come up with one?”
Dean dragged a hand across the back of his neck and sighed. “Damn it. I really wanted to be wrong.” His frustration was mounting.
“Let’s get back to the ship and away from prying eyes.” Duncan led the way out of the bar and then began to laugh.
Dean stared at his friend. “What?”
“I was just thinking that whenever we needed someone to hack into Government data bases, it was always Richie or Chloe and neither one of them are available right now. You and I should have paid more attention to computers.”
Dean had to chuckle, “You’re right. That was a job I always left to Sam right from the beginning.” Dean stopped as the memory of his long gone brother crashed into him. “Son of a bitch! I’m an idiot.” He exclaimed has he slammed his fist into the wall outside the bar.
“No argument from me.” Duncan laughed.
“I know what we have to do. We have to find Sam!” Dean exclaimed ignoring Duncan as his mind raced ahead to the solution to their problem.
Duncan hated what thinking of Sam did to Dean even after all these years, but this was no time to indulge old memories. He needed Dean sharp. “Dean, you’re not making sense. We’re looking for Richie not Sam”
Dean was looking down at his ruined hand, which had already started healing and shook his head as if trying to clear the cobwebs. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of it before.”
Duncan looked at him like he was going crazy. Paying no attention to Duncan’s distress, Dean started walking again but not toward their ship. Duncan almost had to jog to catch up with him. “Dean stop,” he grabbed his friend by the shoulder and spun him around, “where the hell are you going?”
“Sam!” He exclaimed as if it were obvious. Seeing Duncan’s confusion he paused to collect his thoughts. “Not my Sam, the Sam Winchester who lives here in Haven and is a government official.”
“Huh?” Duncan said quizzically and then understanding dawned, “Oh! Have I met this Sam?” Duncan knew all about the Winchester genealogy.
Dean had tried to keep track of the large branches of Original Sam’s family tree. Over time, Dean had focused on staying in touch with the ones still named Winchester. Duncan knew many of them himself. About twenty or so were hunters, the rest were not active in the family business but all of them knew about their Immortal Uncle Dean. It actually wasn’t a big family considering the number of generations that had passed but it was a tight knit one. To make matters more confusing they tended to name their sons Sam, John, Bobby and Joe but never Dean. This Dean was the only one in the family.
“Nope, you haven’t. I was at his son’s wedding a few years back.” Dean smiled at the memory of so many Winchester descendents in one place. “Love those gatherings.”
“Focus, Dean.” Duncan prodded.
“Right. This Sam is a Regional Director in what is kind of like the old FBI. Except, you know, they call ‘em Planetary Operatives instead of Special Agents.” Duncan nodded and encouraged Dean to continue. “Sam should have the clearance we need to find Richie. Heck, he might even get us into the medical facility in an official capacity.” Dean was excited that they had found a plan ‘B’ which he realized should have been plan ‘A’.
Duncan laughed. “You’re right Dean, you are an idiot. Why didn’t you mention this before?”
Dean made a ‘ha ha very funny’ face at Duncan. “Just be glad I thought of it now, Ponytail.”
Duncan smiled at Dean’s use of the friendly nickname. No sense reminding Dean that he hadn’t worn his hair that way for centuries, the name had stuck. “Very funny, grease monkey.” he replied in kind. It seemed that they were back on the same page and it felt good.
“Why are so many of Sam’s decedents lawyers?” Dean wondered aloud.
“No idea. But if we’re heading into a fight, I am just glad we found a new plan that involves someone we can trust. ” Duncan acknowledged, adding “Lay on, MacDuff.”
“Scotsman,” Dean snorted and headed off to find his great, great..., great grand nephew.
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Zeppelin Rules Dean thought as he gave the receptionist a couple of old earth rocker names, Robert Plant and Jimmy Page, and asked to see Director Samuel Winchester. Sam should recognize the names as common Uncle Dean aliases and know that it involved the family business.
Duncan and Dean were immediately ushered into an old-world office complete with a big oak desk. Dean looked at the middle-aged, stocky, blonde man who rose to great them. The unruly hair was the only sign that original Sam’s genes where still in there somewhere. Sam greeted Dean with hearty handshake and shoulder clasp. “Mr. Page, Mr. Plant” he beamed, “so good to see you both,” glancing over Dean’s shoulder he added, “That will be all Marjorie and please hold my calls.”
“Of course, Mr. Winchester,” she confirmed as the door clicked shut behind her.
“Sammy, we need your help,” Dean paused when he heard Duncan clear his throat. “Oh and this is my friend Duncan MacLeod. Duncan, Sam Winchester, the what …25th?” Dean smirked. “Hell, I’ve lost track but there’s been a lot.”
Sam went wide-eyed, “The Highlander. I am so glad to finally meet you. Your adventures with Uncle Dean are legendary within the family.”
Duncan smiled at the shorter man and acknowledged his place of myth along side Dean, “I guess our adventures are quite entertaining.” Duncan couldn’t help himself adding, “You’re shorter than the other Sam’s I’ve met.”
“So, they constantly tell me,” Sam looked pointedly at Dean, “though I doubt my ancestor was really seven feet tall as Uncle Dean claims.”
“No,” Duncan laughed, “but I did look up to him.” The double meaning was clear.
Dean took back control of the conversation. “Guys, we can have family time on the next visit. Right now we need your help, Sam”
Sam nodded, “So, what’s the job? I’m not much of a hunter. We tend to leave that to the other branch of the family tree.”
“You remember Richie?” Dean asked.
“Sure. He came with you and Chloe to my son Joe’s wedding a few years back.” Sam smiled as he remembered the day, “He and one of my nieces were quite the item for a while.”
Dean snorted, “Well, he should have stuck with Winchesters.”
“How is Chloe?” Sam asked, “My wife adored her. In fact we’d love for you all to come out to the house…
Dean held up a hand to stop Sam’s ramble, “This isn’t a social call, Sammy. Chloe isn’t here and when we tell you about the trouble Richie is in you’ll understand why.”
Sam went silent and listen as the two Immortals shared all they knew about Richie’s capture and imprisonment. “We were hoping you might have high enough clearance to get him released or get us in to spring him,” Dean finished.
Sam had perched himself on the edge of his desk and stared at them. “What you are suggesting is impossible. Holding human beings for unlawful experimentation - it’s ...it’s,” Sam stammered, “Well, it’s wrong!”
Duncan shook his head, “It seems your nephew is under the delusion that he lives in a democracy”
“Sam, you are living in the evil empire. Darth Vader is in charge and his Stormtroopers take who they want.” Dean explained but Sam looked confused. “Cultural wasteland, the future, nobody knows Star Wars any more,” Dean mumbled.
“Nazis, Sam you must have heard of them.” Duncan sighed when Sam shook his head. “This Alliance government has all the markings of becoming a full fledged dictatorship. Trust me; I’ve been around long enough to know the signs.”
“Look,” Dean interrupted angrily, “we don’t have time for a history lesson. Your precious Alliance set a trap to capture Duncan when he came looking for Richie.”
Incredulous, Sam looked from Dean to Duncan who nodded, “It’s true. If it wasn’t for Dean’s paranoia, I’d probably be in a cell next to Richie right now.
“So, are you willing to help us get Richie out or not?” Dean demanded
“Oh!” Sam tried to make sense of what he was hearing. He started hesitantly, “Okay, tell me what you know about where Richie is supposed to be and I promise I will do everything in my power to help get him back.”
Author: Strangevisitor7
Beta: Thanks to Pen37
Prompt: Prompt #87:Choice for crossovers100. My table is here
The rest of the Immortal!Dean 'Verse is here
Rated: PG
Fandom: HL, SPN but set in a far future that looks remarkably like the Firefly 'verse
Characters: Dean Winchester, Duncan MacLeod, Richie Ryan; Mentions of Chloe/Dean
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: Richie has been missing for over 6 months. Duncan finally has a lead and needs Dean's help to rescue him.
Chapter Summary: With the original plan in shambles, Dean contacts his great, great...great, grand nephew, Sam Winchester for help
A/N: pen37 and I wrote this story called 5 Times Immortal!Dean met Meta!Chloe. Everyone wondered what could have kept Dean away from Chloe for 150 years as mentioned in Chapter 5: When the Fightings Done.
The story that follows explains why Dean left. And pen37's story Methos And Chloe Save the Planet tells what Chloe did when Dean didn't come back.
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7;
Chapter 4: Plan B
Several hours before the call to Brand, Dean had already landed the Impala at the Rosemount public docks. It was as far away from the Haven docks as they could find and still be in the capitol city. They both agreed it would be best to lie to Brand about everything including their arrival time. They registered under false names and decided to scout the Haven docks on foot before the scheduled meeting to determine if it was indeed a trap.
Gearing up, Dean pulled on an old brown duster to hide his sword. He strapped on three different guns. He slipped a knife into his boot and one into his belt. He glanced over at Duncan who was similarly dressed and armed. He stifled a snort as he realized they looked like two Cowboys about to enter a gunfight, all they need were the hats.
An hour before the appointed meeting time, they approached the Haven docks. Alliance patrols were out in full force. “Sometimes I am very glad for you paranoia.” Duncan acknowledged, indicating the patrols.
Dean snorted, “One of these days, I’d like to be wrong.”
They slipped into a nearby bar where Duncan was able to log into a public access terminal. He confirmed that ships were being searched at the Haven docks as well as two other ports. Luckily they had parked on the wrong side of town and they had never told Brand what kind of ship they were flying.
“Well, I guess we know it was a trap. And don’t say it.” Duncan commanded, pointing a finger in Dean’s direction.
Dean shrugged innocently, “I would never say I told you so.” He smirked.
Duncan rolled his eyes. Dean deserved his small victory because they had avoided being captured but that still left them with no way of finding Richie. “Okay Mr. Smartass, my plan was a bust.” Duncan admitted. “How about you come up with one?”
Dean dragged a hand across the back of his neck and sighed. “Damn it. I really wanted to be wrong.” His frustration was mounting.
“Let’s get back to the ship and away from prying eyes.” Duncan led the way out of the bar and then began to laugh.
Dean stared at his friend. “What?”
“I was just thinking that whenever we needed someone to hack into Government data bases, it was always Richie or Chloe and neither one of them are available right now. You and I should have paid more attention to computers.”
Dean had to chuckle, “You’re right. That was a job I always left to Sam right from the beginning.” Dean stopped as the memory of his long gone brother crashed into him. “Son of a bitch! I’m an idiot.” He exclaimed has he slammed his fist into the wall outside the bar.
“No argument from me.” Duncan laughed.
“I know what we have to do. We have to find Sam!” Dean exclaimed ignoring Duncan as his mind raced ahead to the solution to their problem.
Duncan hated what thinking of Sam did to Dean even after all these years, but this was no time to indulge old memories. He needed Dean sharp. “Dean, you’re not making sense. We’re looking for Richie not Sam”
Dean was looking down at his ruined hand, which had already started healing and shook his head as if trying to clear the cobwebs. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of it before.”
Duncan looked at him like he was going crazy. Paying no attention to Duncan’s distress, Dean started walking again but not toward their ship. Duncan almost had to jog to catch up with him. “Dean stop,” he grabbed his friend by the shoulder and spun him around, “where the hell are you going?”
“Sam!” He exclaimed as if it were obvious. Seeing Duncan’s confusion he paused to collect his thoughts. “Not my Sam, the Sam Winchester who lives here in Haven and is a government official.”
“Huh?” Duncan said quizzically and then understanding dawned, “Oh! Have I met this Sam?” Duncan knew all about the Winchester genealogy.
Dean had tried to keep track of the large branches of Original Sam’s family tree. Over time, Dean had focused on staying in touch with the ones still named Winchester. Duncan knew many of them himself. About twenty or so were hunters, the rest were not active in the family business but all of them knew about their Immortal Uncle Dean. It actually wasn’t a big family considering the number of generations that had passed but it was a tight knit one. To make matters more confusing they tended to name their sons Sam, John, Bobby and Joe but never Dean. This Dean was the only one in the family.
“Nope, you haven’t. I was at his son’s wedding a few years back.” Dean smiled at the memory of so many Winchester descendents in one place. “Love those gatherings.”
“Focus, Dean.” Duncan prodded.
“Right. This Sam is a Regional Director in what is kind of like the old FBI. Except, you know, they call ‘em Planetary Operatives instead of Special Agents.” Duncan nodded and encouraged Dean to continue. “Sam should have the clearance we need to find Richie. Heck, he might even get us into the medical facility in an official capacity.” Dean was excited that they had found a plan ‘B’ which he realized should have been plan ‘A’.
Duncan laughed. “You’re right Dean, you are an idiot. Why didn’t you mention this before?”
Dean made a ‘ha ha very funny’ face at Duncan. “Just be glad I thought of it now, Ponytail.”
Duncan smiled at Dean’s use of the friendly nickname. No sense reminding Dean that he hadn’t worn his hair that way for centuries, the name had stuck. “Very funny, grease monkey.” he replied in kind. It seemed that they were back on the same page and it felt good.
“Why are so many of Sam’s decedents lawyers?” Dean wondered aloud.
“No idea. But if we’re heading into a fight, I am just glad we found a new plan that involves someone we can trust. ” Duncan acknowledged, adding “Lay on, MacDuff.”
“Scotsman,” Dean snorted and headed off to find his great, great..., great grand nephew.
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Zeppelin Rules Dean thought as he gave the receptionist a couple of old earth rocker names, Robert Plant and Jimmy Page, and asked to see Director Samuel Winchester. Sam should recognize the names as common Uncle Dean aliases and know that it involved the family business.
Duncan and Dean were immediately ushered into an old-world office complete with a big oak desk. Dean looked at the middle-aged, stocky, blonde man who rose to great them. The unruly hair was the only sign that original Sam’s genes where still in there somewhere. Sam greeted Dean with hearty handshake and shoulder clasp. “Mr. Page, Mr. Plant” he beamed, “so good to see you both,” glancing over Dean’s shoulder he added, “That will be all Marjorie and please hold my calls.”
“Of course, Mr. Winchester,” she confirmed as the door clicked shut behind her.
“Sammy, we need your help,” Dean paused when he heard Duncan clear his throat. “Oh and this is my friend Duncan MacLeod. Duncan, Sam Winchester, the what …25th?” Dean smirked. “Hell, I’ve lost track but there’s been a lot.”
Sam went wide-eyed, “The Highlander. I am so glad to finally meet you. Your adventures with Uncle Dean are legendary within the family.”
Duncan smiled at the shorter man and acknowledged his place of myth along side Dean, “I guess our adventures are quite entertaining.” Duncan couldn’t help himself adding, “You’re shorter than the other Sam’s I’ve met.”
“So, they constantly tell me,” Sam looked pointedly at Dean, “though I doubt my ancestor was really seven feet tall as Uncle Dean claims.”
“No,” Duncan laughed, “but I did look up to him.” The double meaning was clear.
Dean took back control of the conversation. “Guys, we can have family time on the next visit. Right now we need your help, Sam”
Sam nodded, “So, what’s the job? I’m not much of a hunter. We tend to leave that to the other branch of the family tree.”
“You remember Richie?” Dean asked.
“Sure. He came with you and Chloe to my son Joe’s wedding a few years back.” Sam smiled as he remembered the day, “He and one of my nieces were quite the item for a while.”
Dean snorted, “Well, he should have stuck with Winchesters.”
“How is Chloe?” Sam asked, “My wife adored her. In fact we’d love for you all to come out to the house…
Dean held up a hand to stop Sam’s ramble, “This isn’t a social call, Sammy. Chloe isn’t here and when we tell you about the trouble Richie is in you’ll understand why.”
Sam went silent and listen as the two Immortals shared all they knew about Richie’s capture and imprisonment. “We were hoping you might have high enough clearance to get him released or get us in to spring him,” Dean finished.
Sam had perched himself on the edge of his desk and stared at them. “What you are suggesting is impossible. Holding human beings for unlawful experimentation - it’s ...it’s,” Sam stammered, “Well, it’s wrong!”
Duncan shook his head, “It seems your nephew is under the delusion that he lives in a democracy”
“Sam, you are living in the evil empire. Darth Vader is in charge and his Stormtroopers take who they want.” Dean explained but Sam looked confused. “Cultural wasteland, the future, nobody knows Star Wars any more,” Dean mumbled.
“Nazis, Sam you must have heard of them.” Duncan sighed when Sam shook his head. “This Alliance government has all the markings of becoming a full fledged dictatorship. Trust me; I’ve been around long enough to know the signs.”
“Look,” Dean interrupted angrily, “we don’t have time for a history lesson. Your precious Alliance set a trap to capture Duncan when he came looking for Richie.”
Incredulous, Sam looked from Dean to Duncan who nodded, “It’s true. If it wasn’t for Dean’s paranoia, I’d probably be in a cell next to Richie right now.
“So, are you willing to help us get Richie out or not?” Dean demanded
“Oh!” Sam tried to make sense of what he was hearing. He started hesitantly, “Okay, tell me what you know about where Richie is supposed to be and I promise I will do everything in my power to help get him back.”