Crossroads - HL/SPN - Immortal!Dean 'verse
Title: Crossroads
Author: Strangevisitor7
Prompt: #3: Ends for crossovers100 My table is here
Claim: Duncan MacLeod
Beta:idontlikegravy.
Rated: PG
Fandom: HL and SPN: Immortal!Dean ‘verse
Characters: From SPN: Sam and Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer & Ellen Harvelle. From HL: Duncan MacLeod, Joe Dawson and Richie Ryan
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: The first story arc of the Immortal!Dean verse has ended and this is a bit of an interlude. Sam and Dean contemplate all that has happened and where they go from here. Setting the stage for more fun adventures.
A/N: The rest of the stories can be found in the Immortal!Dean Story Archive
Crossroads
The summer was drawing to a close and their peaceful existence at Bobby’s was coming to an end. Sam stood on Bobby’s porch. Not inside or outside, but standing between two worlds.
Inside the house, the mortals, Ellen, Bobby and Joe were packing up the last of Bobby’s library for shipment to the Watchers’ North American Headquarters. Joe had invited Bobby to become the lead researcher on the Immortal/Supernatural connection. While Sam wasn’t sure Bobby was ready for a desk job, he knew the bookworm in Bobby was drooling at the opportunity Joe had offered. Joe had been trying to implement changes in the way the Watcher Organization interacted with Immortals. He believed the new information gathered from Bobby and his library would help promote that transformation.
Ellen was set to become part of the Watcher organization as well. Whether she’d end up as Dean’s watcher remained to be seen. It depended on how all the changes played out. In the meantime, she would help Bobby settle into his new role.
Sam watched them through the window. He was happy for Ellen; she’d been at loose ends since the road house had burned down. As for Bobby, the hunter community would need a point man into the world of Immortals and Bobby was certainly the right man for that job. It was going to be an exciting time for both communities but not something Sam was really interested in. He’d already turned down Joe’s offer to join Bobby’s team.
Leaving Dean was not an option.
Outside the three Immortals were practicing. Richie had arrived about two months ago. He and Dean had just clicked. Sam had to admit it; Dean and Richie had a lot in common. Rich had bounced around the foster care system and practically raised himself. Immortality had given Richie a family. Duncan was like a big brother to him and Sam hoped Dean would come to see the Highlander the same way.
Sam had encouraged Dean to befriend Richie. Someday, Sam would be gone and he wanted to make sure Dean had a family to keep him sane. Dean had been suicidal when Sam had been killed by Jake. The most important thing was to make sure Dean survived because unlike the three in the front yard, Sam wasn’t going to live forever.
Dean had gestured for him to join the workout. Sam had no desire to learn the swordplay. For him, it would never be a necessary skill. Even with the revelations about the Game, it might be decades before all the Immortals were on board. Still, there would be those who would always prefer to play. Dean had no choice but to be prepared.
So here Sam stood, stranded between two worlds. He felt like he’d spent so much time waiting for his normal life to begin. Instead, his life kept spinning further and further away from normal. For once, he looked forward to getting back on the road and hunting again. That, he realized, was the normal life.
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Dean had seen Sam standing on the front porch. After his initial excitement over Dean’s Immortality, Sam had returned to his mopey, emo self. Dean still wasn’t comfortable with the idea of Immortality either. He didn’t feel any different; except for that annoying Buzz any time Duncan or Richie entered into his proximity.
When Richie had arrived, Sam had thrown the two of them together and sent them off to the nearest bar to bond. Dean knew exactly what his little brother was doing. Richie might be slightly older but Sam was trying to train his replacement.
Dean recognized that Sam was worried. He hadn’t handled Sam’s death well the first time. He knew the deal hadn’t been a mistake and he would make the same choice again. Eventually, he would get used to Immortality and Sam was going to be around for a long time before the inevitable. Dean was positive he’d find some type of Immortality for him, short of turning him into a Vampire. If that meant a few drunken nights hanging with Richie to ease Sam’s mind, who was he to argue?
Dean had been pleasantly surprised to find that Immortality allowed for a good drunk without the nasty hangover. It also turned out that Richie made an excellent wingman. Truthfully, better than Sam ever was. Rich could almost hold his own with Dean; had even tried challenging the patented Winchester charisma with various women. He’d always lost but it made for a hell of a good time.
The other bonus had been the discovery that Immortals were sterile. That was almost a relief. No old girlfriends with small Winchester heirs would ever come knocking. Sam had snickered, of course, commenting that he’d finally understood why there weren’t dozens of little Dean’s running around. Dean just bemoaned all the money he’d wasted on condoms.
They’d been at the sword training for two solid months and Dean was going a little stir crazy. Once summer ended, they had all agreed to return to hunting. Duncan was going to tag along. Mac was excited to get back into hunting and start fulfilling what he saw as his true purpose.
The more Dean got to know the Highlander, the more he respected him. He’d been a soldier in dozens of wars over the past 400 years. His fighting skills were incredible. Their daily workout routine at Bobby’s felt so familiar; almost comforting. Dean was reminded of those long days with his dad when he’d mastered hand-to-hand combat and weapons training.
Immortality was doing its best to win him over. He liked Duncan and Richie. They were the first friends he’d made in ...well, he didn’t know how long. But it still wasn’t a fair trade against the possibility losing Sam.
Richie was heading back west to go to college. Duncan loved to tell the story of how he’d learned to read at the age of fifty. He insisted that Immortals had the unique opportunity to continue learning. Richie may have fallen under that spell but Dean had had enough education to last a life time, even an Immortal one. Rich would join up with them whenever they hit Washington.
Sam had insisted on going back to hunting. Dean had tried to convince him that now was the perfect time for him to return to Stanford. Mule headed as always, Sam remained immovable on this issue. Dean understood that Sam wasn’t ready to be separated just yet. He was grateful that Sam wanted to keep hunting and stay with him. He’d never admit it, but he wasn’t ready to be separated either.
So, they would return to the road. Dean would never give up on the idea of getting Sam some type of immortality. He knew the odds of that were slim but if nothing else he’d get Sammy that normal life. If he could get the idiot married off and get him to start producing little Winchesters then, maybe playing Immortal Uncle Dean would be enough to balance the inevitable. Dean smiled; he liked the sound of that. Yeah, that might work. Now, he just had to find Sam the right girl.
Author: Strangevisitor7
Prompt: #3: Ends for crossovers100 My table is here
Claim: Duncan MacLeod
Beta:idontlikegravy.
Rated: PG
Fandom: HL and SPN: Immortal!Dean ‘verse
Characters: From SPN: Sam and Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer & Ellen Harvelle. From HL: Duncan MacLeod, Joe Dawson and Richie Ryan
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: The first story arc of the Immortal!Dean verse has ended and this is a bit of an interlude. Sam and Dean contemplate all that has happened and where they go from here. Setting the stage for more fun adventures.
A/N: The rest of the stories can be found in the Immortal!Dean Story Archive
Crossroads
The summer was drawing to a close and their peaceful existence at Bobby’s was coming to an end. Sam stood on Bobby’s porch. Not inside or outside, but standing between two worlds.
Inside the house, the mortals, Ellen, Bobby and Joe were packing up the last of Bobby’s library for shipment to the Watchers’ North American Headquarters. Joe had invited Bobby to become the lead researcher on the Immortal/Supernatural connection. While Sam wasn’t sure Bobby was ready for a desk job, he knew the bookworm in Bobby was drooling at the opportunity Joe had offered. Joe had been trying to implement changes in the way the Watcher Organization interacted with Immortals. He believed the new information gathered from Bobby and his library would help promote that transformation.
Ellen was set to become part of the Watcher organization as well. Whether she’d end up as Dean’s watcher remained to be seen. It depended on how all the changes played out. In the meantime, she would help Bobby settle into his new role.
Sam watched them through the window. He was happy for Ellen; she’d been at loose ends since the road house had burned down. As for Bobby, the hunter community would need a point man into the world of Immortals and Bobby was certainly the right man for that job. It was going to be an exciting time for both communities but not something Sam was really interested in. He’d already turned down Joe’s offer to join Bobby’s team.
Leaving Dean was not an option.
Outside the three Immortals were practicing. Richie had arrived about two months ago. He and Dean had just clicked. Sam had to admit it; Dean and Richie had a lot in common. Rich had bounced around the foster care system and practically raised himself. Immortality had given Richie a family. Duncan was like a big brother to him and Sam hoped Dean would come to see the Highlander the same way.
Sam had encouraged Dean to befriend Richie. Someday, Sam would be gone and he wanted to make sure Dean had a family to keep him sane. Dean had been suicidal when Sam had been killed by Jake. The most important thing was to make sure Dean survived because unlike the three in the front yard, Sam wasn’t going to live forever.
Dean had gestured for him to join the workout. Sam had no desire to learn the swordplay. For him, it would never be a necessary skill. Even with the revelations about the Game, it might be decades before all the Immortals were on board. Still, there would be those who would always prefer to play. Dean had no choice but to be prepared.
So here Sam stood, stranded between two worlds. He felt like he’d spent so much time waiting for his normal life to begin. Instead, his life kept spinning further and further away from normal. For once, he looked forward to getting back on the road and hunting again. That, he realized, was the normal life.
*********************************
Dean had seen Sam standing on the front porch. After his initial excitement over Dean’s Immortality, Sam had returned to his mopey, emo self. Dean still wasn’t comfortable with the idea of Immortality either. He didn’t feel any different; except for that annoying Buzz any time Duncan or Richie entered into his proximity.
When Richie had arrived, Sam had thrown the two of them together and sent them off to the nearest bar to bond. Dean knew exactly what his little brother was doing. Richie might be slightly older but Sam was trying to train his replacement.
Dean recognized that Sam was worried. He hadn’t handled Sam’s death well the first time. He knew the deal hadn’t been a mistake and he would make the same choice again. Eventually, he would get used to Immortality and Sam was going to be around for a long time before the inevitable. Dean was positive he’d find some type of Immortality for him, short of turning him into a Vampire. If that meant a few drunken nights hanging with Richie to ease Sam’s mind, who was he to argue?
Dean had been pleasantly surprised to find that Immortality allowed for a good drunk without the nasty hangover. It also turned out that Richie made an excellent wingman. Truthfully, better than Sam ever was. Rich could almost hold his own with Dean; had even tried challenging the patented Winchester charisma with various women. He’d always lost but it made for a hell of a good time.
The other bonus had been the discovery that Immortals were sterile. That was almost a relief. No old girlfriends with small Winchester heirs would ever come knocking. Sam had snickered, of course, commenting that he’d finally understood why there weren’t dozens of little Dean’s running around. Dean just bemoaned all the money he’d wasted on condoms.
They’d been at the sword training for two solid months and Dean was going a little stir crazy. Once summer ended, they had all agreed to return to hunting. Duncan was going to tag along. Mac was excited to get back into hunting and start fulfilling what he saw as his true purpose.
The more Dean got to know the Highlander, the more he respected him. He’d been a soldier in dozens of wars over the past 400 years. His fighting skills were incredible. Their daily workout routine at Bobby’s felt so familiar; almost comforting. Dean was reminded of those long days with his dad when he’d mastered hand-to-hand combat and weapons training.
Immortality was doing its best to win him over. He liked Duncan and Richie. They were the first friends he’d made in ...well, he didn’t know how long. But it still wasn’t a fair trade against the possibility losing Sam.
Richie was heading back west to go to college. Duncan loved to tell the story of how he’d learned to read at the age of fifty. He insisted that Immortals had the unique opportunity to continue learning. Richie may have fallen under that spell but Dean had had enough education to last a life time, even an Immortal one. Rich would join up with them whenever they hit Washington.
Sam had insisted on going back to hunting. Dean had tried to convince him that now was the perfect time for him to return to Stanford. Mule headed as always, Sam remained immovable on this issue. Dean understood that Sam wasn’t ready to be separated just yet. He was grateful that Sam wanted to keep hunting and stay with him. He’d never admit it, but he wasn’t ready to be separated either.
So, they would return to the road. Dean would never give up on the idea of getting Sam some type of immortality. He knew the odds of that were slim but if nothing else he’d get Sammy that normal life. If he could get the idiot married off and get him to start producing little Winchesters then, maybe playing Immortal Uncle Dean would be enough to balance the inevitable. Dean smiled; he liked the sound of that. Yeah, that might work. Now, he just had to find Sam the right girl.