Dude, Where’s My Car? - Immortal!Uncle Dean - SPN/HL
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Title: Dude, Where’s My Car? - The Immortal!Uncle Dean Stories
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: Clarksmuse
Rated:G
Prompt: spawnfic_tues
Fandom: Immortal!Dean ‘verse
Characters Dean Winchester , Sam Winchester and; OCs: Jonathan Dean (JD) Winchester, Samuel (Mule) Winchester Jr., Katie Collins-Winchester
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators. Winchester spawn and their mother are mine
Summary: Dean finds out that JD has ‘borrowed’ the Impala. Sequel to What Uncle Dean Doesn’t Know…
A/N: JD is sixteen and Mule is thirteen. They are the children of Sam and Katie in the Immortal!Dean Universe
A/N2: After much deliberation, Sam Jr. gets a nickname. Sa(muel) becomes - Mule. I know a lot of you voted for Indy but Mule seems like something JD would call him and it stuck.
Dude, where’s My Car?
JD was smiling as he steered the Impala toward home. It had been just over an hour since he’d “borrowed” the car and if all went well, he would have it parked back against the curb with Uncle Dean none the wiser.
Jennifer hadn’t hesitated to jump into the car when he’d shown-up on her doorstep. There was something about the roar of that engine that just thrilled her. By the end of the trip, she’d accepted a date for Friday. And when he’d pulled up to her house to drop her off, she’d kissed him. Not some chaste little sisterly thing, but easily the best kiss JD had had so far in his young life. He smiled at the memory of the way she’d felt as she’d pressed herself into him.
“Thanks, baby,” he said to the Impala as he stroked the dash the way he’d seen his Uncle do many times. “You really are magic.”
He was jolted out of his reverie by the chime on his cell phone. Pulling the car over, he fished the annoying device out of his pocket and blanched.
It was from his brother: 911 UD.
“Shit,” JD muttered. Uncle Dean knew. So much for a stealthy return. He figured since he hadn’t received the “get your butt home now call” yet, that Mom and Dad wanted to catch him off guard for maximum effect.
Well, Mule may not have covered well, but at least his brother was giving him a head’s up before he walked into the lion’s den.
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Dean headed toward the front door and found his way blocked by Mule. “Where you going, Uncle Dean?” he asked and hoped he sounded nonchalant.
“Outside.”
“Why?”
Dean’s eyes narrowed as he studied the teenager. “Ok, what’s up? You’ve been acting real fidgety this morning.”
“No reason. I just thought - you know - that uh,” Mule grappled for words as he tried to keep himself between his Uncle and the door. Ultimately failing miserably at both. Damn JD for making him do this. He never was very good at lying to Uncle Dean.
“Right. Thanks for clearing that up.” Dean smirked as he brushed past the teenager and flung open the door. He took two steps onto the porch and went stock still. “Mule?”
“Yeah, Uncle Dean?”
“Where’s my car?”
“Uh -About that - ”
Dean whirled on his nephew, “Where’s my goddam car?” He growled barely keeping his panic at bay.
Mule found himself unable to respond. No way was he telling and taking the brunt of that anger.
Frustrated, Dean bellowed into the house, “Sam! Get your ass out here!”
Moments later, Sam and Katie emerged to find Dean pacing back and forth on the front lawn. “What’s going on?”
Dean didn’t respond but pointed to the empty curb.
“Oh,” Sam replied.
“Oh - that’s it? Oh? Someone stole my goddamn car, Sam. And when I find ‘em I’m going kill the bastard.”
“Dean! Language!” Katie admonished and ushered the three smaller children who’d followed her out back into the house, shut the door and joined her husband in the front yard. “Now calm down.”
“Calm down! Calm Down!” Dean was starting to hyperventilate. “My car - it’s gone and - ”
Katie took her brother-in-law by the arm and sat him down on the front step. “I’ll call the police. I’m sure the Chevy won’t be that hard to find.”
“No! You can’t!” Mule cried.
The three adults turned toward him. “Sammy, what’s going on?” his dad asked.
The boy shook his head. “I can’t. I promised.”
Katie and Sam sighed as they looked at each other. “JD,” they said in unison.
Dean went even paler, if that was possible. “Mule, are you saying that your brother, the guy who’s had his license for all of two days, took my baby?”
Mule just looked at his feet and refused to answer.
Katie stepped over to her son and raised his chin with her finger. “Honey, your loyalty to your brother is very admirable, but I want the whole story.”
“Mom, please. Don’t make me.”
Katie straightened and placed her hands on her hips. “Now, Samuel Winchester,” she commanded sternly, “or I promise you won’t see the outside of this house the rest of the summer.”
Nodding, he caved. “JD wanted to impress this girl Jennifer. He figured Uncle Dean would understand,” Mule explained and then looked to his uncle. “She’s really hot and into guys with cars. So-” he shrugged, hoping he’d said enough.
Katie had to put her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. As she turned away to compose herself, she saw that her husband felt the same way.
Dean was on his feet and glaring at the adults. “You think this is funny?”
“Dude, come on,” his brother laughed. “It’s hilarious. JD took the car to impress a hot girl.”
Dean paused as he considered this. Shaking his head, he snapped. “That’s not the point. Your son takes my car without asking and you think it’s a joke.”
“Karma at work,” Katie added.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Dean, you have spent his entire life teaching JD how to be just like you. And it pains me to admit this, but we’ve let you,” Sam said. “You can’t be upset when he does exactly what you would have done in the same situation.”
“Does that mean you’re not going to punish him?” Dean asked, incredulous.
Sam glanced at Katie, who nodded her approval. “Since you think of my kids as your kids, I think you should handle this. For once you don’t get to be the cool uncle. You get to clean up the mess and be the mean parent,” Sam explained.
“You created this situation, you fix it,” Katie added. “We’ll abide by your decision. It is your car after all.”
Sam ushered his wife and son into the house. “Let us know what you decide.”
“No wait,” Dean begged. “Dude, it’s JD. He’s your son.”
Sam just smiled and pointed to the street; Dean turned and saw the Impala round the corner. When he turned back the door was closed. He was on his own.
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As he pulled the Impala to the curb, JD saw Dean waiting for him on the porch. There was something in his uncle’s eyes that he’d never seen directed at him before: anger, mingled with disappointment. He took a deep breath to gird himself for the confrontation to come and exited the car.
“I can explain,” JD said as his uncle approached.
Dean held up his hand for silence and then proceeded to walk around the car. He ran a hand along the hood as if asking the car ‘are you ok?’. When he’d finished his inspection, he planted himself in front of JD and glared down at his nephew.
“What the hell were you thinking?”
“I’m really sorry, Uncle Dean. I just - well it was - . She’s really hot and she agreed to go out with me.” He finished, hoping that Dean would understand.
“Not good enough, JD,” he said coldly.
“But you always say that the Impala is a chick magnet and I just thought that maybe you’d be proud of me for getting the girl,” he said refusing to meet his uncle’s eyes. Now that he had to explain what he’d done; the stupidity of it was crashing down on him.
“And taking my baby without permission for this little joy ride... That seem okay with you?” Dean pushed. “I can’t tell you how disappointed I am that you would do this to me. The Impala is not just something to be used and abused on a whim.”
JD was crushed. He could feel the tears welling up behind his eyes. Why did Uncle Dean’s disapproval hurt so much? “It was really stupid. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Damn straight you weren’t thinking,” Dean snapped. “I can’t have someone that reckless on a hunt. How can I trust you to have my back, JD, if you don’t respect me and my things?”
“I do respect you, Uncle Dean. I didn’t mean for you -” JD snuffled back the emotions as he looked up at his uncle. “Please don’t hate me.”
Dean stared at his nephew. “I don’t hate you, JD. I could never hate you. Damn it kid, don’t be a jerk about it.” This was harder and way more uncomfortable than he thought it was going to be. The conversation was turning into a damn after school special and he was in unchartered territory.
JD threw him a half smile. “I love you, too Uncle Dean.”
“Good, now that we understand each other. You will never borrow the car again. Are we clear?”
“I won’t. Never again,” JD agreed quickly, feeling like maybe he’d dodged a bullet. Uncle Dean really wouldn’t stay mad at him for too long.
“And,” Dean paused because this was the tough part on him too. “You will not be going on any hunts for the next two months.”
“But this weekend was going to be special. You said I could actually leave the hotel room now that I was sixteen. You said - ”
Dean put up a hand as he shook his head. “Sorry kiddo. No can do. Come on, JD, you had to expect there would be consequences.”
The teenager nodded his understanding. “But when two months are up, can I come then?” He asked hopefully.
“Back in the rotation,” Dean smiled as he clapped a hand around JD’s shoulder and led him into the house. “Now, tell me about this girl.”
Title: Dude, Where’s My Car? - The Immortal!Uncle Dean Stories
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: Clarksmuse
Rated:G
Prompt: spawnfic_tues
Fandom: Immortal!Dean ‘verse
Characters Dean Winchester , Sam Winchester and; OCs: Jonathan Dean (JD) Winchester, Samuel (Mule) Winchester Jr., Katie Collins-Winchester
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators. Winchester spawn and their mother are mine
Summary: Dean finds out that JD has ‘borrowed’ the Impala. Sequel to What Uncle Dean Doesn’t Know…
A/N: JD is sixteen and Mule is thirteen. They are the children of Sam and Katie in the Immortal!Dean Universe
A/N2: After much deliberation, Sam Jr. gets a nickname. Sa(muel) becomes - Mule. I know a lot of you voted for Indy but Mule seems like something JD would call him and it stuck.
Dude, where’s My Car?
JD was smiling as he steered the Impala toward home. It had been just over an hour since he’d “borrowed” the car and if all went well, he would have it parked back against the curb with Uncle Dean none the wiser.
Jennifer hadn’t hesitated to jump into the car when he’d shown-up on her doorstep. There was something about the roar of that engine that just thrilled her. By the end of the trip, she’d accepted a date for Friday. And when he’d pulled up to her house to drop her off, she’d kissed him. Not some chaste little sisterly thing, but easily the best kiss JD had had so far in his young life. He smiled at the memory of the way she’d felt as she’d pressed herself into him.
“Thanks, baby,” he said to the Impala as he stroked the dash the way he’d seen his Uncle do many times. “You really are magic.”
He was jolted out of his reverie by the chime on his cell phone. Pulling the car over, he fished the annoying device out of his pocket and blanched.
It was from his brother: 911 UD.
“Shit,” JD muttered. Uncle Dean knew. So much for a stealthy return. He figured since he hadn’t received the “get your butt home now call” yet, that Mom and Dad wanted to catch him off guard for maximum effect.
Well, Mule may not have covered well, but at least his brother was giving him a head’s up before he walked into the lion’s den.
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Dean headed toward the front door and found his way blocked by Mule. “Where you going, Uncle Dean?” he asked and hoped he sounded nonchalant.
“Outside.”
“Why?”
Dean’s eyes narrowed as he studied the teenager. “Ok, what’s up? You’ve been acting real fidgety this morning.”
“No reason. I just thought - you know - that uh,” Mule grappled for words as he tried to keep himself between his Uncle and the door. Ultimately failing miserably at both. Damn JD for making him do this. He never was very good at lying to Uncle Dean.
“Right. Thanks for clearing that up.” Dean smirked as he brushed past the teenager and flung open the door. He took two steps onto the porch and went stock still. “Mule?”
“Yeah, Uncle Dean?”
“Where’s my car?”
“Uh -About that - ”
Dean whirled on his nephew, “Where’s my goddam car?” He growled barely keeping his panic at bay.
Mule found himself unable to respond. No way was he telling and taking the brunt of that anger.
Frustrated, Dean bellowed into the house, “Sam! Get your ass out here!”
Moments later, Sam and Katie emerged to find Dean pacing back and forth on the front lawn. “What’s going on?”
Dean didn’t respond but pointed to the empty curb.
“Oh,” Sam replied.
“Oh - that’s it? Oh? Someone stole my goddamn car, Sam. And when I find ‘em I’m going kill the bastard.”
“Dean! Language!” Katie admonished and ushered the three smaller children who’d followed her out back into the house, shut the door and joined her husband in the front yard. “Now calm down.”
“Calm down! Calm Down!” Dean was starting to hyperventilate. “My car - it’s gone and - ”
Katie took her brother-in-law by the arm and sat him down on the front step. “I’ll call the police. I’m sure the Chevy won’t be that hard to find.”
“No! You can’t!” Mule cried.
The three adults turned toward him. “Sammy, what’s going on?” his dad asked.
The boy shook his head. “I can’t. I promised.”
Katie and Sam sighed as they looked at each other. “JD,” they said in unison.
Dean went even paler, if that was possible. “Mule, are you saying that your brother, the guy who’s had his license for all of two days, took my baby?”
Mule just looked at his feet and refused to answer.
Katie stepped over to her son and raised his chin with her finger. “Honey, your loyalty to your brother is very admirable, but I want the whole story.”
“Mom, please. Don’t make me.”
Katie straightened and placed her hands on her hips. “Now, Samuel Winchester,” she commanded sternly, “or I promise you won’t see the outside of this house the rest of the summer.”
Nodding, he caved. “JD wanted to impress this girl Jennifer. He figured Uncle Dean would understand,” Mule explained and then looked to his uncle. “She’s really hot and into guys with cars. So-” he shrugged, hoping he’d said enough.
Katie had to put her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. As she turned away to compose herself, she saw that her husband felt the same way.
Dean was on his feet and glaring at the adults. “You think this is funny?”
“Dude, come on,” his brother laughed. “It’s hilarious. JD took the car to impress a hot girl.”
Dean paused as he considered this. Shaking his head, he snapped. “That’s not the point. Your son takes my car without asking and you think it’s a joke.”
“Karma at work,” Katie added.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Dean, you have spent his entire life teaching JD how to be just like you. And it pains me to admit this, but we’ve let you,” Sam said. “You can’t be upset when he does exactly what you would have done in the same situation.”
“Does that mean you’re not going to punish him?” Dean asked, incredulous.
Sam glanced at Katie, who nodded her approval. “Since you think of my kids as your kids, I think you should handle this. For once you don’t get to be the cool uncle. You get to clean up the mess and be the mean parent,” Sam explained.
“You created this situation, you fix it,” Katie added. “We’ll abide by your decision. It is your car after all.”
Sam ushered his wife and son into the house. “Let us know what you decide.”
“No wait,” Dean begged. “Dude, it’s JD. He’s your son.”
Sam just smiled and pointed to the street; Dean turned and saw the Impala round the corner. When he turned back the door was closed. He was on his own.
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As he pulled the Impala to the curb, JD saw Dean waiting for him on the porch. There was something in his uncle’s eyes that he’d never seen directed at him before: anger, mingled with disappointment. He took a deep breath to gird himself for the confrontation to come and exited the car.
“I can explain,” JD said as his uncle approached.
Dean held up his hand for silence and then proceeded to walk around the car. He ran a hand along the hood as if asking the car ‘are you ok?’. When he’d finished his inspection, he planted himself in front of JD and glared down at his nephew.
“What the hell were you thinking?”
“I’m really sorry, Uncle Dean. I just - well it was - . She’s really hot and she agreed to go out with me.” He finished, hoping that Dean would understand.
“Not good enough, JD,” he said coldly.
“But you always say that the Impala is a chick magnet and I just thought that maybe you’d be proud of me for getting the girl,” he said refusing to meet his uncle’s eyes. Now that he had to explain what he’d done; the stupidity of it was crashing down on him.
“And taking my baby without permission for this little joy ride... That seem okay with you?” Dean pushed. “I can’t tell you how disappointed I am that you would do this to me. The Impala is not just something to be used and abused on a whim.”
JD was crushed. He could feel the tears welling up behind his eyes. Why did Uncle Dean’s disapproval hurt so much? “It was really stupid. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Damn straight you weren’t thinking,” Dean snapped. “I can’t have someone that reckless on a hunt. How can I trust you to have my back, JD, if you don’t respect me and my things?”
“I do respect you, Uncle Dean. I didn’t mean for you -” JD snuffled back the emotions as he looked up at his uncle. “Please don’t hate me.”
Dean stared at his nephew. “I don’t hate you, JD. I could never hate you. Damn it kid, don’t be a jerk about it.” This was harder and way more uncomfortable than he thought it was going to be. The conversation was turning into a damn after school special and he was in unchartered territory.
JD threw him a half smile. “I love you, too Uncle Dean.”
“Good, now that we understand each other. You will never borrow the car again. Are we clear?”
“I won’t. Never again,” JD agreed quickly, feeling like maybe he’d dodged a bullet. Uncle Dean really wouldn’t stay mad at him for too long.
“And,” Dean paused because this was the tough part on him too. “You will not be going on any hunts for the next two months.”
“But this weekend was going to be special. You said I could actually leave the hotel room now that I was sixteen. You said - ”
Dean put up a hand as he shook his head. “Sorry kiddo. No can do. Come on, JD, you had to expect there would be consequences.”
The teenager nodded his understanding. “But when two months are up, can I come then?” He asked hopefully.
“Back in the rotation,” Dean smiled as he clapped a hand around JD’s shoulder and led him into the house. “Now, tell me about this girl.”