The End of Innocence - Immortal!Dean Universe
This is the last Spawn fic of the season. JD and Mule will return again next summer. JD picked up a choice going away present though. We all know how much he wants that car and it seems everyone felt he should have it.
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Title The End of Innocence- Immortal!Uncle Dean
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: Clarksmuse
Rated:G
Fandom: Highlander & Supernatural - Immortal!Dean ‘verse
Characters Dean Winchester, Richie Ryan, Duncan MacLeod and OC - JD Winchester
Prompt: Written for Spawnfic_tues & Prompt #41 Shapes for crossovers100
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators. JD is mine.
Summary: JD overhears a conversation between his uncles and wants to know the truth about what they do.
A/N: Other spawn adventures in the Immortal!Dean Universe can be found here.
The End of Innocence
JD had ridden his bike to Uncle Duncan’s dojo for his weekly workout with Uncle Dean. Now that he was ten, his mother reluctantly allowed him to make the trip on his own.
As he walked up the steps, he heard strange metallic sounds coming from within. JD approached the entrance to the workout space with caution. He peered around the corner to see his uncles, Richie and Dean, engaged in a duel with large swords. Uncle Duncan, his back to the entrance, was watching and offering advice.
He stood, fascinated by the display of skill. He knew that Uncle Duncan had a large collection of swords on display, but he’d never seen any of them being used. Sensing that his uncles wouldn’t like an audience for this workout, JD slipped into the room and secreted himself behind a stack of rectangular workout mats.
As JD watched, Dean called a halt to the workout. “Is this really necessary?” he groused at Duncan. “Just because you got challenged last week doesn’t mean we need to go back to these ridiculous workouts.”
Duncan shook his head. “Dean, we’ve been over this. Until the Watchers can confirm that every Immortal is on board about the demise of the Game, we stay prepared.”
“One stray idiot doesn’t mean we all have to suffer,” Dean shot back.
“Come on, Dean. Let’s just finish,” Richie said. “You know he’s not gonna let us go until the hour’s up.”
“Tough. I’m done,” Dean said as he leaned his sword against the wall and grabbed a towel. “This is a waste of time.”
Duncan took a step toward the reluctant swordsman. “You’ve never taken this seriously. You almost lost your head because you wouldn’t listen to me.”
“That was thirteen years ago and my head is still firmly in place. Why do you have to bring that up every time I disagree with your training methods?”
“Because you keep forgetting,” Duncan replied.
Richie shook his head and walked away from the growing argument. “I’ll just be over here,” he mumbled.
JD knelt down further as Richie approached his hiding place, sure that he was about to be discovered. He was still trying to decipher exactly what he was hearing: Immortals, challenges. Did Uncle Dean really almost get decapitated?
JD felt the stack of pads shift as Richie settled himself on the floor against them. He could hear as his uncles continued to argue the merits of sword training. JD risked a peek over the stack and tried to absorb all he was hearing.
“Who died and put you in charge?” Dean snapped.
“You did,” Duncan retorted.
Dean sputtered for a response and then started laughing. “Guess I did?”
Duncan joined him. “You ready to get back to work?” when Dean nodded Mac gestured toward Richie. “Break’s over,” he said.
“Damn, I was just getting comfortable,” Richie groused good-naturedly as he pulled himself to his feet.
JD felt the pile of exercise mats shift, but too late to get out of the way as they tumbled over onto him. He looked up to see his uncle staring at him.
“JD? What the hell -”
“Hiya, Uncle Richie,” he said cheerfully and sent him a small wave. “Want to help get these off of me?”
Dean and Duncan had joined Richie to stare at him. “Hey, a little help here,” JD repeated.
Dean was the first to move and began tossing the mats aside before hauling JD to his feet. “What the hell were you doing? Were you spying on us?” Dean demanded.
He sent his uncle a sheepish smile. “Not intentionally. I was supposed to meet you here, remember?”
“True, but hiding behind the gym equipment looks pretty intentional to me,” Dean insisted as he forced JD to meet his gaze. “Kid, what did you hear?”
“Nothing,” he replied.
“How long were you sitting there?”
“Not long.”
“JD!” Dean gripped his nephew by the shoulders. “I need you to tell me the truth. What did you hear?”
JD stared at his Uncle Dean and then shifted his gaze to the others. Instead of feeling intimidated by the scrutiny of his elders, JD just burst out laughing. “You want the truth from me? You’re the ones with the secrets.” He pulled out of Dean’s grasp and stepped back.
“So you did hear?” Duncan asked.
JD nodded. “Immortality, Watchers, decapitation. What’s going on?”
“Oh, Sam is gonna have a fit,” Richie laughed.
Dean glared at him. “Shut up, Rich. Should have told the rug rats ages ago anyway,” Dean said. “Listen, JD, there’s something you should understand about Duncan, Richie and me-”
“Stop,” Duncan interrupted. “This is a discussion JD should have with Sam. You know your brother doesn’t want the boys to know until they are older.”
“Is it that you’re gay? Because I already know about that sex stuff,” JD said, recognizing that it would be just the kind of statement that Uncle Dean would want to set straight.
“We are not gay - “
“Dean, stop,” Duncan insisted
“- we’re Immortal.” Dean finished.
Bingo, thought JD, and then the seriousness of what his uncle had said penetrated. He’d had suspicions about his uncles, what with all the driving ‘business trips’ they took and all the weaponry they were familiar with, but this was not the answer he was expecting. Secret government agents, Men in Black; that’s what he’d been expecting.
“Immortal? But how? I mean, how old are you?”
Duncan threw his hands up. “Now you’ve done it. You really think JD can keep this a secret?”
“Hey, I can keep a secret,” JD said.
“Mac, give the kid a break. He’s old enough to hear the truth,” Richie said, coming to his nephew’s defense.
Duncan shook his head. “I’m going to Joe’s. You two can fill in the details and break the news to Sam that you’ve just taken away JD’s innocence.” Duncan grabbed his jacket and headed out the door.
“He’s right, Dean.”
“No, he’s just being his pompous, paranoid self.”
“It’s not just our Immorality,” Richie said quietly. “Pandora’s box is open. You’ll have to tell him everything.”
Dean frowned. “Yeah, I guess so.”
JD laid a hand on his uncle’s arm. “It’s okay Uncle Dean, I’m practically a teenager. I can handle it, and I can keep it secret, too. You can trust me.”
Dean threw his arm casually around his nephew. “I know I can. But before I answer any question, let’s go talk to your dad,” Dean said, giving his shoulder a squeeze.
“And let’s hope he doesn’t have any sharp objects lying around.” Richie laughed.
“But you said you guys are Immortal. Doesn’t that mean you can’t die?” JD asked.
Dean smiled. “Oh, we can die. We just don’t stay dead.”
JD retuned his smile. “Cool!” he said and paused. “Does this have anything to do with all that stuff in the trunk of the Impala?”
Richie and Dean stared at him.
“What? You think this is the first conversation I’ve overheard?” JD chuckled. “It’s just the first time I got caught.”
“So much for the innocent child,” Richie said.
Dean laughed. “I think you gonna handle the truth just fine.”
Who's up for a joy ride?
Title The End of Innocence- Immortal!Uncle Dean
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: Clarksmuse
Rated:G
Fandom: Highlander & Supernatural - Immortal!Dean ‘verse
Characters Dean Winchester, Richie Ryan, Duncan MacLeod and OC - JD Winchester
Prompt: Written for Spawnfic_tues & Prompt #41 Shapes for crossovers100
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators. JD is mine.
Summary: JD overhears a conversation between his uncles and wants to know the truth about what they do.
A/N: Other spawn adventures in the Immortal!Dean Universe can be found here.
The End of Innocence
JD had ridden his bike to Uncle Duncan’s dojo for his weekly workout with Uncle Dean. Now that he was ten, his mother reluctantly allowed him to make the trip on his own.
As he walked up the steps, he heard strange metallic sounds coming from within. JD approached the entrance to the workout space with caution. He peered around the corner to see his uncles, Richie and Dean, engaged in a duel with large swords. Uncle Duncan, his back to the entrance, was watching and offering advice.
He stood, fascinated by the display of skill. He knew that Uncle Duncan had a large collection of swords on display, but he’d never seen any of them being used. Sensing that his uncles wouldn’t like an audience for this workout, JD slipped into the room and secreted himself behind a stack of rectangular workout mats.
As JD watched, Dean called a halt to the workout. “Is this really necessary?” he groused at Duncan. “Just because you got challenged last week doesn’t mean we need to go back to these ridiculous workouts.”
Duncan shook his head. “Dean, we’ve been over this. Until the Watchers can confirm that every Immortal is on board about the demise of the Game, we stay prepared.”
“One stray idiot doesn’t mean we all have to suffer,” Dean shot back.
“Come on, Dean. Let’s just finish,” Richie said. “You know he’s not gonna let us go until the hour’s up.”
“Tough. I’m done,” Dean said as he leaned his sword against the wall and grabbed a towel. “This is a waste of time.”
Duncan took a step toward the reluctant swordsman. “You’ve never taken this seriously. You almost lost your head because you wouldn’t listen to me.”
“That was thirteen years ago and my head is still firmly in place. Why do you have to bring that up every time I disagree with your training methods?”
“Because you keep forgetting,” Duncan replied.
Richie shook his head and walked away from the growing argument. “I’ll just be over here,” he mumbled.
JD knelt down further as Richie approached his hiding place, sure that he was about to be discovered. He was still trying to decipher exactly what he was hearing: Immortals, challenges. Did Uncle Dean really almost get decapitated?
JD felt the stack of pads shift as Richie settled himself on the floor against them. He could hear as his uncles continued to argue the merits of sword training. JD risked a peek over the stack and tried to absorb all he was hearing.
“Who died and put you in charge?” Dean snapped.
“You did,” Duncan retorted.
Dean sputtered for a response and then started laughing. “Guess I did?”
Duncan joined him. “You ready to get back to work?” when Dean nodded Mac gestured toward Richie. “Break’s over,” he said.
“Damn, I was just getting comfortable,” Richie groused good-naturedly as he pulled himself to his feet.
JD felt the pile of exercise mats shift, but too late to get out of the way as they tumbled over onto him. He looked up to see his uncle staring at him.
“JD? What the hell -”
“Hiya, Uncle Richie,” he said cheerfully and sent him a small wave. “Want to help get these off of me?”
Dean and Duncan had joined Richie to stare at him. “Hey, a little help here,” JD repeated.
Dean was the first to move and began tossing the mats aside before hauling JD to his feet. “What the hell were you doing? Were you spying on us?” Dean demanded.
He sent his uncle a sheepish smile. “Not intentionally. I was supposed to meet you here, remember?”
“True, but hiding behind the gym equipment looks pretty intentional to me,” Dean insisted as he forced JD to meet his gaze. “Kid, what did you hear?”
“Nothing,” he replied.
“How long were you sitting there?”
“Not long.”
“JD!” Dean gripped his nephew by the shoulders. “I need you to tell me the truth. What did you hear?”
JD stared at his Uncle Dean and then shifted his gaze to the others. Instead of feeling intimidated by the scrutiny of his elders, JD just burst out laughing. “You want the truth from me? You’re the ones with the secrets.” He pulled out of Dean’s grasp and stepped back.
“So you did hear?” Duncan asked.
JD nodded. “Immortality, Watchers, decapitation. What’s going on?”
“Oh, Sam is gonna have a fit,” Richie laughed.
Dean glared at him. “Shut up, Rich. Should have told the rug rats ages ago anyway,” Dean said. “Listen, JD, there’s something you should understand about Duncan, Richie and me-”
“Stop,” Duncan interrupted. “This is a discussion JD should have with Sam. You know your brother doesn’t want the boys to know until they are older.”
“Is it that you’re gay? Because I already know about that sex stuff,” JD said, recognizing that it would be just the kind of statement that Uncle Dean would want to set straight.
“We are not gay - “
“Dean, stop,” Duncan insisted
“- we’re Immortal.” Dean finished.
Bingo, thought JD, and then the seriousness of what his uncle had said penetrated. He’d had suspicions about his uncles, what with all the driving ‘business trips’ they took and all the weaponry they were familiar with, but this was not the answer he was expecting. Secret government agents, Men in Black; that’s what he’d been expecting.
“Immortal? But how? I mean, how old are you?”
Duncan threw his hands up. “Now you’ve done it. You really think JD can keep this a secret?”
“Hey, I can keep a secret,” JD said.
“Mac, give the kid a break. He’s old enough to hear the truth,” Richie said, coming to his nephew’s defense.
Duncan shook his head. “I’m going to Joe’s. You two can fill in the details and break the news to Sam that you’ve just taken away JD’s innocence.” Duncan grabbed his jacket and headed out the door.
“He’s right, Dean.”
“No, he’s just being his pompous, paranoid self.”
“It’s not just our Immorality,” Richie said quietly. “Pandora’s box is open. You’ll have to tell him everything.”
Dean frowned. “Yeah, I guess so.”
JD laid a hand on his uncle’s arm. “It’s okay Uncle Dean, I’m practically a teenager. I can handle it, and I can keep it secret, too. You can trust me.”
Dean threw his arm casually around his nephew. “I know I can. But before I answer any question, let’s go talk to your dad,” Dean said, giving his shoulder a squeeze.
“And let’s hope he doesn’t have any sharp objects lying around.” Richie laughed.
“But you said you guys are Immortal. Doesn’t that mean you can’t die?” JD asked.
Dean smiled. “Oh, we can die. We just don’t stay dead.”
JD retuned his smile. “Cool!” he said and paused. “Does this have anything to do with all that stuff in the trunk of the Impala?”
Richie and Dean stared at him.
“What? You think this is the first conversation I’ve overheard?” JD chuckled. “It’s just the first time I got caught.”
“So much for the innocent child,” Richie said.
Dean laughed. “I think you gonna handle the truth just fine.”