Green-Eyed Monster - Immortal!Uncle Dean - SPN/HL
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Title: Green-Eyed Monster - The Immortal!Uncle Dean Stories
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: Clarksmuse
Rated:G
Prompt: spawnfic_tues ;#97 Writer's Choice: Jealousy for crossovers100. My table is here
Fandom: Immortal!Dean ‘verse - SPN/HL
Characters OCs: Jonathan Dean (JD) Winchester, Samuel (Mule) Winchester Jr., Katie Collins-Winchester. Mentions of Dean Winchester and Richie Ryan
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators. Winchester spawn and their mother are mine
Summary: JD is jealous that Mule gets to go hunting. Sequel to Dude, Where’s My Car?
A/N: JD is sixteen and Mule is thirteen. They are the children of Sam and Katie in the Immortal!Dean Universe
Green-Eyed Monster
JD leaned against the door frame of his brother’s room. “I can’t believe they’re taking you instead of me,” he groused.
Mule chuckled. “Might have something to do with that little joy ride you took yesterday.”
“Hey, it was worth it,” he insisted, but the truth was it wasn’t. This wasn’t some little haunting that he was missing. This was a week-long road trip with Richie and Dean, with no particular place in mind. That meant anything could happen: vampires, werewolves, demi-gods. Whatever caught their attention. This was supposed to be his big hunt and he’d blown it. And to make it worse, the dweeb was getting to go. He bet Mule wouldn’t have to stay in the hotel room.
“Just keep telling yourself that,” his brother said as he continued to pack his duffle. “I heard Dad made you cancel your big date too.”
“Shut it,” JD fumed. “And why are you packing already? You’re not leaving for two days?”
“Just want to be prepared,” Mule replied.
JD walked over and started picking through the clothing stacked in neat little piles on the bed. “You’re folding your clothes. Such a geek.”
Mule pulled the t-shirt away from his brother. “Don’t you have someplace else to be?”
“Nope,” he said and noted the frustration on his little brother’s face with satisfaction. “Why do you want to go anyway? On my first hunt, I spent two days in the hotel cleaning Uncle Dean’s guns and fetching burgers. Not exactly an earth shattering load of fun.”
Mule smirked at him. “Gee, that’s not the way I recall it. You came home crowing about what a great time you had. Not going to talk me out of it and your jealousy is showing.”
“Suit yourself, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” JD said as he plopped down on the bed. He landed on something hard and reached beneath him to dig it out. “What the hell?” He stared at the pink shampoo bottle and then held it out to his brother. “Please tell me this isn’t yours?”
“Give me that.” Mule made a lunge for the bottle and JD rolled away, still holding the offensive toiletry article.
“I always suspected you were a girl, and now I have proof.” JD still had about five inches of height on his brother, so it wasn’t hard to keep the bottle out of reach.
“JD! Give it,” Mule screeched as he tried to climb his brother who was now standing on the bed.
“You look like a girl, too. What with that mop of hair. No wonder you need girly shampoo.”
Mule stood glaring at his brother and pushed. Hard. JD stumbled off the bed and landed on the floor with a resounding thud. “Just because I don’t want to look like some marine reject does not make my hair girly.” He reached down and plucked the bottle from JD’s hand as his brother struggled to right himself from the fall.
“Why you little - “ JD launched himself at his brother and missed, landing face down across the bed. He was just getting to his knees to go after Mule again when their mom’s voice called from downstairs.
“Sammy, your uncles are here. They want to take you to the firing range before the trip.”
“Be right down, Mom,” Mule called, placing the bottle into his duffle. He stuck his tongue out at his brother before bolting out of the room and down the steps.
JD collapsed on the bed and pounded his fists into the mattress.
Climbing his feet, he stepped to the window to watch as Richie and Dean escorted Mule to the Impala. Damn. He was jealous and it was his own fault.
As he was leaving the room, he caught sight of the pink shampoo bottle mocking him from the duffle. He grabbed it and was about to pitch it across the room in frustration when inspiration hit.
It was perfect and he knew neither of his uncles would ever use this stuff in a pink bottle. Let’s see how much Mule loved his stupid hair when it started falling out.
Title: Green-Eyed Monster - The Immortal!Uncle Dean Stories
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: Clarksmuse
Rated:G
Prompt: spawnfic_tues ;#97 Writer's Choice: Jealousy for crossovers100. My table is here
Fandom: Immortal!Dean ‘verse - SPN/HL
Characters OCs: Jonathan Dean (JD) Winchester, Samuel (Mule) Winchester Jr., Katie Collins-Winchester. Mentions of Dean Winchester and Richie Ryan
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators. Winchester spawn and their mother are mine
Summary: JD is jealous that Mule gets to go hunting. Sequel to Dude, Where’s My Car?
A/N: JD is sixteen and Mule is thirteen. They are the children of Sam and Katie in the Immortal!Dean Universe
Green-Eyed Monster
JD leaned against the door frame of his brother’s room. “I can’t believe they’re taking you instead of me,” he groused.
Mule chuckled. “Might have something to do with that little joy ride you took yesterday.”
“Hey, it was worth it,” he insisted, but the truth was it wasn’t. This wasn’t some little haunting that he was missing. This was a week-long road trip with Richie and Dean, with no particular place in mind. That meant anything could happen: vampires, werewolves, demi-gods. Whatever caught their attention. This was supposed to be his big hunt and he’d blown it. And to make it worse, the dweeb was getting to go. He bet Mule wouldn’t have to stay in the hotel room.
“Just keep telling yourself that,” his brother said as he continued to pack his duffle. “I heard Dad made you cancel your big date too.”
“Shut it,” JD fumed. “And why are you packing already? You’re not leaving for two days?”
“Just want to be prepared,” Mule replied.
JD walked over and started picking through the clothing stacked in neat little piles on the bed. “You’re folding your clothes. Such a geek.”
Mule pulled the t-shirt away from his brother. “Don’t you have someplace else to be?”
“Nope,” he said and noted the frustration on his little brother’s face with satisfaction. “Why do you want to go anyway? On my first hunt, I spent two days in the hotel cleaning Uncle Dean’s guns and fetching burgers. Not exactly an earth shattering load of fun.”
Mule smirked at him. “Gee, that’s not the way I recall it. You came home crowing about what a great time you had. Not going to talk me out of it and your jealousy is showing.”
“Suit yourself, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” JD said as he plopped down on the bed. He landed on something hard and reached beneath him to dig it out. “What the hell?” He stared at the pink shampoo bottle and then held it out to his brother. “Please tell me this isn’t yours?”
“Give me that.” Mule made a lunge for the bottle and JD rolled away, still holding the offensive toiletry article.
“I always suspected you were a girl, and now I have proof.” JD still had about five inches of height on his brother, so it wasn’t hard to keep the bottle out of reach.
“JD! Give it,” Mule screeched as he tried to climb his brother who was now standing on the bed.
“You look like a girl, too. What with that mop of hair. No wonder you need girly shampoo.”
Mule stood glaring at his brother and pushed. Hard. JD stumbled off the bed and landed on the floor with a resounding thud. “Just because I don’t want to look like some marine reject does not make my hair girly.” He reached down and plucked the bottle from JD’s hand as his brother struggled to right himself from the fall.
“Why you little - “ JD launched himself at his brother and missed, landing face down across the bed. He was just getting to his knees to go after Mule again when their mom’s voice called from downstairs.
“Sammy, your uncles are here. They want to take you to the firing range before the trip.”
“Be right down, Mom,” Mule called, placing the bottle into his duffle. He stuck his tongue out at his brother before bolting out of the room and down the steps.
JD collapsed on the bed and pounded his fists into the mattress.
Climbing his feet, he stepped to the window to watch as Richie and Dean escorted Mule to the Impala. Damn. He was jealous and it was his own fault.
As he was leaving the room, he caught sight of the pink shampoo bottle mocking him from the duffle. He grabbed it and was about to pitch it across the room in frustration when inspiration hit.
It was perfect and he knew neither of his uncles would ever use this stuff in a pink bottle. Let’s see how much Mule loved his stupid hair when it started falling out.