Best Served Cold - The Immortal!Uncle Dean Stories - HL/SPN
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Title: Best Served Cold - The Immortal!Uncle Dean Stories
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: Clarksmuse
Rated:G
Prompt: spawnfic_tues ; #86 Cold for crossovers100 my table is here
Fandom: SPN/HL: Immortal!Dean ‘verse
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Richie Ryan; OMC: JD Winchester, Sam (Mule) Winchester Jr.
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators. Winchester spawn and their mother are mine
Summary: Mule returns from his first hunt with a new look. Sequel to Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
A/N: JD is sixteen and Mule is thirteen. They are the children of Sam and Katie in the Immortal!Dean Universe. Other spawn adventures can be found here
Best Served Cold
"Revenge is a dish best served cold." - Khan Noonien Singh, Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan
Dean pulled the Impala up to the curb in front of Sam’s house. Shutting off the engine, he turned around to address his nephew in the back seat.
“You ready, Mule?” he asked.
“I don’t know, Uncle Dean. I get that JD’s gonna be jealous about the hunt and everything, but I don’t understand why I can’t put itching powder in his shorts or dye in the shower tonight.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “I explained this already. The anticipation of the revenge will kill him. He’ll be looking over his shoulder for days.”
Mule ran a hand over his shorn hair, which now resembled a slightly shorter version of his uncle’s. After two weeks on the road with Richie and Dean, it had grown in just enough that the effects of the Nair shampoo were fading.
“I’m just not sure I can pull it off,” Mule said. “You know - pretending it never happened.”
Richie laughed at the pained expression on Dean’s face. “Not everyone is cut out for the psychological demands of a Winchester prank war. Maybe Mule should handle this in his own way.”
“I’m surrounded by amateurs.” Dean shook his head.
“I think I’ve just been insulted,” Richie said. “You sure you want to go there. I seem to recall being the victor in our last kill or be killed outing.”
Dean laughed. “Not the way I remember it, biker boy.”
“It seems that dying so many times has obviously affected your short term memory,” Richie said, returning Dean’s good natured ribbing.
“Hey!” Mule interrupted. “Remember me? You want to plan your next death wars on your own time?”
Laughing, the two Immortals turned their attention back to their protégée. “You can do this, Mule,” Richie said. “Look at it this way, playing a role is a useful skill for a hunter.”
“Rich is right,” Dean confirmed. “JD is expecting rage and revenge from you. If you don’t even acknowledge that his prank was the reason you cut your hair, he’s gonna go crazy. He can’t even ask about it, because then he’d have to admit he put the Nair in your shampoo.”
“Which will make you mom furious because, for some reason, she doesn’t like that particular prank,” Richie smirked.
Mule smiled. “Uncle Dean was totally in the doghouse until Dad’s hair grew back.”
“Not true. Your mom adores me no matter what.”
Richie just snorted.
“What? She does,” Dean insisted.
Mule and Richie exchanged a look which indicated that they both knew Dean was delusional. “Whatever, Dude? It’s show time,” Richie said.
*********************************
When he’d heard the car pull up, Sam headed outside with JD close behind. He knew something was up because JD had been smiling to himself all day when he’d heard that his uncles were coming back this afternoon.
When Sam Jr. emerged from the back seat of the Impala, he heard JD snickering. Sam Sr. wasn’t too happy with what he saw. Not only had his son shaved his head, he was also wearing a leather jacket, boots, and shirts identical to Dean’s.
“Sammy, what happened to your hair? And your clothes?” he demanded as the trio approached the front porch.
“Mule decided he needed a new look,” Dean smirked.
Sam glared at his brother. He hated that nickname for Sam Jr., but it seemed everyone else in the family had embraced it. “So, you turned another of my sons into a mini-Dean?”
Dean shrugged. “Your kids have taste. What can I say?”
“Richie, you let him cut Sammy’s hair.”
Richie held his hands up in surrender. “Why am I supposed to be Dean’s keeper? I don’t recall promising that when I signed on for this gig. Besides, it’s Mule’s hair; he can cut it if he wants.”
Sam sighed. Something else was going on, because Dean kept glancing at JD, who stared at Mule with a look of profound disappointment on his face. “Well, did you at least have fun?”
“It was awesome!” Mule said. “Uncle Dean even let me help salt and burn a corpse.”
“What?!” JD snapped. “How come he got to leave the hotel room? That’s not fair.” Turning to his dad, he continued his rant. “I thought there was no leaving the hotel room. Those were the rules. That’s what you said, Dad, because when I was Mule’s age, I never - ”
“Quiet, JD.” Sam waved his son into silence. “Dean, you didn’t really? You knew the rules.”
“Oh were those the rules for Mule, too?” Dean asked as he winked at his nephew. “I just thought because Mule was - you know - more mature than JD, it would be ok.”
“This is so not fair,” JD groused as he slumped against the porch railing.
“Life’s not fair, is it?” Mule taunted.
JD glared at his brother and then stormed into the house. “This sucks!” he shouted as the door slammed shut behind him.
Sam watched as the three exchanged knowing smiles.
“You were perfect, Mule,” Richie said.
“I told you, didn’t I?” Dean said as he poked his nephew on the shoulder
“I will never doubt your wisdom again,” Mule said with a small head bow toward his mentors.
“Guys, would you please explain why you thought it was okay to let my son participate in a hunt like that?”
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch,” Dean quipped. “We didn’t take Mule to the graveyard.”
“But you said -” Then understanding dawned. “What really happened to my son’s hair?”
“Uhm, where’s Katie?” Dean asked nervously.
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “She took the younger boys to the playground. Why?”
“Nair.”
Sam laughed. “JD?”
Dean nodded.
“You taught him well.”
“Hey, that’s what they said,” Mule grumbled as he pointed toward his uncles. “Doesn’t anybody care that I lost my hair?”
Sam put his arm around his son and gave him a squeeze. “You’re right. I will punish JD. And we’ll put an end to these prank wars for good,” he said as he exchanged a knowing look with his brother.
“Wait no. I mean… I can handle it,” Mule assured him. “You don’t need to get involved.”
“I don’t know.” Sam pretended to think about it. “I’d hate to see you get hurt.”
“It’s really okay,” Mule insisted.
Sam studied his son. “Well, I’ll stay out of it but I need to know. The Dean makeover?”
“Just temporary, Dad,” Mule smiled sheepishly at Dean. “No offense, Uncle Dean, but who wears leather in July?”
“Works for me,” Dean quipped.
Title: Best Served Cold - The Immortal!Uncle Dean Stories
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: Clarksmuse
Rated:G
Prompt: spawnfic_tues ; #86 Cold for crossovers100 my table is here
Fandom: SPN/HL: Immortal!Dean ‘verse
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Richie Ryan; OMC: JD Winchester, Sam (Mule) Winchester Jr.
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators. Winchester spawn and their mother are mine
Summary: Mule returns from his first hunt with a new look. Sequel to Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
A/N: JD is sixteen and Mule is thirteen. They are the children of Sam and Katie in the Immortal!Dean Universe. Other spawn adventures can be found here
Best Served Cold
"Revenge is a dish best served cold." - Khan Noonien Singh, Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan
Dean pulled the Impala up to the curb in front of Sam’s house. Shutting off the engine, he turned around to address his nephew in the back seat.
“You ready, Mule?” he asked.
“I don’t know, Uncle Dean. I get that JD’s gonna be jealous about the hunt and everything, but I don’t understand why I can’t put itching powder in his shorts or dye in the shower tonight.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “I explained this already. The anticipation of the revenge will kill him. He’ll be looking over his shoulder for days.”
Mule ran a hand over his shorn hair, which now resembled a slightly shorter version of his uncle’s. After two weeks on the road with Richie and Dean, it had grown in just enough that the effects of the Nair shampoo were fading.
“I’m just not sure I can pull it off,” Mule said. “You know - pretending it never happened.”
Richie laughed at the pained expression on Dean’s face. “Not everyone is cut out for the psychological demands of a Winchester prank war. Maybe Mule should handle this in his own way.”
“I’m surrounded by amateurs.” Dean shook his head.
“I think I’ve just been insulted,” Richie said. “You sure you want to go there. I seem to recall being the victor in our last kill or be killed outing.”
Dean laughed. “Not the way I remember it, biker boy.”
“It seems that dying so many times has obviously affected your short term memory,” Richie said, returning Dean’s good natured ribbing.
“Hey!” Mule interrupted. “Remember me? You want to plan your next death wars on your own time?”
Laughing, the two Immortals turned their attention back to their protégée. “You can do this, Mule,” Richie said. “Look at it this way, playing a role is a useful skill for a hunter.”
“Rich is right,” Dean confirmed. “JD is expecting rage and revenge from you. If you don’t even acknowledge that his prank was the reason you cut your hair, he’s gonna go crazy. He can’t even ask about it, because then he’d have to admit he put the Nair in your shampoo.”
“Which will make you mom furious because, for some reason, she doesn’t like that particular prank,” Richie smirked.
Mule smiled. “Uncle Dean was totally in the doghouse until Dad’s hair grew back.”
“Not true. Your mom adores me no matter what.”
Richie just snorted.
“What? She does,” Dean insisted.
Mule and Richie exchanged a look which indicated that they both knew Dean was delusional. “Whatever, Dude? It’s show time,” Richie said.
*********************************
When he’d heard the car pull up, Sam headed outside with JD close behind. He knew something was up because JD had been smiling to himself all day when he’d heard that his uncles were coming back this afternoon.
When Sam Jr. emerged from the back seat of the Impala, he heard JD snickering. Sam Sr. wasn’t too happy with what he saw. Not only had his son shaved his head, he was also wearing a leather jacket, boots, and shirts identical to Dean’s.
“Sammy, what happened to your hair? And your clothes?” he demanded as the trio approached the front porch.
“Mule decided he needed a new look,” Dean smirked.
Sam glared at his brother. He hated that nickname for Sam Jr., but it seemed everyone else in the family had embraced it. “So, you turned another of my sons into a mini-Dean?”
Dean shrugged. “Your kids have taste. What can I say?”
“Richie, you let him cut Sammy’s hair.”
Richie held his hands up in surrender. “Why am I supposed to be Dean’s keeper? I don’t recall promising that when I signed on for this gig. Besides, it’s Mule’s hair; he can cut it if he wants.”
Sam sighed. Something else was going on, because Dean kept glancing at JD, who stared at Mule with a look of profound disappointment on his face. “Well, did you at least have fun?”
“It was awesome!” Mule said. “Uncle Dean even let me help salt and burn a corpse.”
“What?!” JD snapped. “How come he got to leave the hotel room? That’s not fair.” Turning to his dad, he continued his rant. “I thought there was no leaving the hotel room. Those were the rules. That’s what you said, Dad, because when I was Mule’s age, I never - ”
“Quiet, JD.” Sam waved his son into silence. “Dean, you didn’t really? You knew the rules.”
“Oh were those the rules for Mule, too?” Dean asked as he winked at his nephew. “I just thought because Mule was - you know - more mature than JD, it would be ok.”
“This is so not fair,” JD groused as he slumped against the porch railing.
“Life’s not fair, is it?” Mule taunted.
JD glared at his brother and then stormed into the house. “This sucks!” he shouted as the door slammed shut behind him.
Sam watched as the three exchanged knowing smiles.
“You were perfect, Mule,” Richie said.
“I told you, didn’t I?” Dean said as he poked his nephew on the shoulder
“I will never doubt your wisdom again,” Mule said with a small head bow toward his mentors.
“Guys, would you please explain why you thought it was okay to let my son participate in a hunt like that?”
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch,” Dean quipped. “We didn’t take Mule to the graveyard.”
“But you said -” Then understanding dawned. “What really happened to my son’s hair?”
“Uhm, where’s Katie?” Dean asked nervously.
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “She took the younger boys to the playground. Why?”
“Nair.”
Sam laughed. “JD?”
Dean nodded.
“You taught him well.”
“Hey, that’s what they said,” Mule grumbled as he pointed toward his uncles. “Doesn’t anybody care that I lost my hair?”
Sam put his arm around his son and gave him a squeeze. “You’re right. I will punish JD. And we’ll put an end to these prank wars for good,” he said as he exchanged a knowing look with his brother.
“Wait no. I mean… I can handle it,” Mule assured him. “You don’t need to get involved.”
“I don’t know.” Sam pretended to think about it. “I’d hate to see you get hurt.”
“It’s really okay,” Mule insisted.
Sam studied his son. “Well, I’ll stay out of it but I need to know. The Dean makeover?”
“Just temporary, Dad,” Mule smiled sheepishly at Dean. “No offense, Uncle Dean, but who wears leather in July?”
“Works for me,” Dean quipped.