The Rescue of Richie Ryan (6/7) - HL/SPN - Immortal!Dean 'Verse
Title:The Rescue of Richie Ryan (6/7)
Author: Strangevisitor7
Beta: Thanks to Pen37
Prompt: Prompt #33:Too Much for crossovers100. My table is here
The rest of the Immortal!Dean 'Verse is here
Rated: PG
Fandom: HL, SPN but set in a far future that looks remarkably like the Firefly 'verse
Characters: Dean Winchester, Duncan MacLeod, Richie Ryan; Mentions of Chloe/Dean
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: Richie has been missing for over 6 months. Duncan finally has a lead and needs Dean's help to rescue him.
Chapter Summary: It's the great escape plan. Dean, Sam and Duncan risk everything to free Richie.
A/N: pen37 and I wrote this story called 5 Times Immortal!Dean met Meta!Chloe. Everyone wondered what could have kept Dean away from Chloe for 150 years as mentioned in Chapter 5: When the Fightings Done.
The story that follows explains why Dean left. And pen37's story Methos And Chloe Save the Planet tells what Chloe did when Dean didn't come back.
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7
Chapter 6: The Great Escape
Three days later, Duncan allowed himself to be arrested at a known smuggler hangout. Dean stayed just out of sight but was ready to stop the plan if anything went south. The men Sam sent were trustworthy and Duncan was delivered to Planetary Division holding without incident.
Sam contacted Director Crabb the minute Duncan was in custody. The transfer of Duncan to section 13.1 was set for that same afternoon. Sam wanted this in motion as soon as possible.
Two hours later, Sam followed as Dean and one other operative escorted Duncan to the research entrance of the medical facility. Duncan had on handcuffs but Dean had already slipped him the key. The other operative was a newbie who should go down easy.
It might not be a true hunt but Sam was secretly thrilled to be part of the Winchester family business. Fake IDs and a daring rescue. It really felt good to be part of that legacy of helping people and in this case, a friend. As if he knew what Sam was thinking, Dean threw him a ‘you’ll be great’ smile.
The Director was there to greet him, “Director Winchester, I am so thrilled to have your support in this matter. We are anxious to test the subject and confirm he has the qualities we are looking for.” He directed the group toward the elevator.
Sam took a mental breath and slipped into the callous government official that he’d been cultivating with Crabb over the past month, “I believe you’ll find him an acceptable subject.” The elevator descended to the subbasement. They exited and there were two men waiting for them.
“Director Winchester may I introduce, Doctors Green and Hayden. They are in charge of the program.”
“I am anxious to see the first mutant that you’ve been working on.” Sam hoped his revulsion didn’t show as he shook the hands of Richie’s torturers.
“Let’s get this one secured and we can show you the original, as well as give you a tour of our facilities,” Dr Hayden said and indicated that they should follow him.
As they walked down the hall, they approached the only security on the floor. Two guards were stationed in front of a locked double door. Passing through, they entered section 13.1.
Once on the other side of the doors Duncan hesitated. Dean grabbed his shoulder and moved him forward. This was the signal to Sam that they felt the buzz. Richie was close. The rescue was about to be sprung.
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Dean surveyed the situation. The security guards were the typical donut eaters that never fired their weapons. As for the fifteen lab personal, they would go down easy but most of the time civilians stayed out of the way once the shooting started. He’d promised Sam not to hurt his newbie Operative but as far as Dean was concerned, everyone else was fair game.
Sam wouldn’t share the reports he’d received about the experiments on Richie. Dean knew that meant they were bad. He personally didn’t care if any of the scientists came out alive.
Dr. Green unlocked the lab door and ushered them in. Sam told his Operative to wait outside. Dean escorted Duncan into the room and nearly exploded in rage at what he saw. Next to him, Dean could sense Sam trying to keep himself from retching.
There were dozens of specimen jars holding a variety of internal organs. Dean didn’t need labels to know that they had all come from Richie.
Duncan caught Dean’s attention and gestured to the back of the lab. There was a figure curled up on a barren cot with in a locked cell. Duncan nodded to Dean who pulled his weapon and gestured for Sam to move away.
Dean whirled and shoved his gun into the director’s face. “You bastard!” he shouted. “How could you do that to him,” Dean did not wait for an answer as he pulled the trigger. Coinciding with Dean’s outburst, Duncan shed his cuffs and then turned to catch the gun Dean tossed his way.
Sam moved quickly to the back of the lab to free Richie.
Two more shots and Drs. Green and Hayden were dead. Dean stood over the bodies, “I’m only sorry they couldn’t have suffered more.”
Duncan added apologetically, “I just wish we hadn’t had to kill them.”
“Are you kidding me?” Dean huffed in anger, “Not only were they using Richie as a human guinea pig, they would have known Sam helped us get in. We had to protect him too.”
Duncan nodded, “I know but they were human beings, not some supernatural creatures.”
Dean looked at his friend and with venom in his voice asserted, “I’ve met some supernatural creatures who were better humans than those assholes. Old west justice works just fine for me.”
The two men came to a silent understanding. Duncan went to help Sam free Richie while Dean opened the door and asked the operative to come in. He knocked him out, took his gun and tied his hands behind his back. It was them that he heard Duncan pained voice shouting, “No, No Richie; Oh My God!”
Dean raced to the back of the lab. Sam and Duncan were kneeling in front of Richie. At least he thought it was Richie. The man in the cell was wasted away. His hair and beard were grown like a wild man. The smell was unbearable. “Richie, it’s us. It’s Dean and Duncan,” Duncan pleaded with his friend. Dead eyes stared straight head; there was no sign he was aware of his rescue. Looking up at Dean with malice in his eyes Duncan hissed, “You’re right, they didn’t suffer enough.”
“Sam, how the hell could this have been allowed?”
“I am so sorry Uncle Dean, I wish I knew.” Sam stood up and looked around the nightmare lab, “We need to destroy this place and the records.”
Dean smirked and pulled a lighter out of his pocket. “Let’s burn this mother down.”
Duncan was still trying to get a response out of Richie. He felt the tears coming for his friend. “Dean, he looks like a concentration camp victim. Five hundred years and Nazis still exist.”
“Mac, we still have to get out of here and destroy these records. Save the emotion for later.” Dean clapped a hand on Duncan’s shoulder. Tight lipped, Duncan nodded and wiped the tears away. He stood Richie up. Like a zombie, he followed where Mac directed him.
Sam had taken a broom and began knocking the jars off the shelves. Dean grabbed the nearest computer and tossed it into the wreckage. “Dean,” Duncan urged, “are you sure we have time for this?”
Dean flicked his lighter on. “Hell Yeah, we do” He exclaimed as he dropped it on the pile of gruesome body parts, electronics and paper files. It burst into flames. Turning to his nephew, he asked, “Ready to play hostage?”
Sam nodded and grabbed the unconscious operative and dragged him to his feet. “Let’s do this.”
Dean prepared to push Sam out into the hall calling back to Duncan, “I’m gonna have to take out any of the lab geeks or guards on this floor. Can you handle Richie?”
Duncan nodded, “No problem, I’ve got him.”
Smoke poured into the empty hall as Dean opened the door. Keeping Sam in front of him he worked his way toward the guard station. There were cameras in the hall and the guards were ready. But scared, security guards are no match for an angry Immortal. The firefight was over in moments with both guards dead.
Once through the section doors, Dean shoved Sam and his unconscious newbie into the elevator. Sam smiled and mouthed good luck as the doors slid shut.
Dean had a gun in each as he headed up the stairs. Duncan was half dragging Richie trying to keep up with Dean. The fire alarms had begun blaring and they knew they were going to have to shoot their way out. As they reached the door for the ground level, Dean opened it a crack and could see the guards waiting. Two Immortals against a contingent of desk riding security guards: “Piece o’cake” Dean thought as he threw Duncan an evil grin. “Yippie Kie yay, Motherfuckers,” he hollered and burst through the door, guns blazing. Dean mowed them down.
The security guards weren’t prepared for the crazy man who exploded through the door. Some shot back, some died but most scattered. Duncan followed behind trying to protect Richie while still firing his weapon. Moments later they were both bloody but out of the facility. Sam’s transport was close and they were able to get in and get away.
Dean drove across the city keeping an eye out for any tails. “I think we lost them. You get hit?”
“I’m already healed.”
“Me too. How’s Richie?”
Duncan swallowed the lump in his throat, “He’s alive.”
They road in silence the rest of the way back to the Impala. They hurried into the ship. Within moments Dean had them cleared and into the black. By the time Dean had a course set for Boros and engaged the auto pilot, Duncan had stripped Richie down and stood him in what passed for a shower.
“He said anything yet?” Dean asked. Duncan shook his head. Duncan redressed him in some of his clothes. He shaved his beard, cut his hair and fed him some soup. Through it all Richie never said a word and never lost the haunted look of a man already dead.
Duncan couldn’t take it any more. He gathered Richie into a bear hug and just cried, “It’s me, Richie. It’s Duncan. I know you’re in there.” Dean just stood and watched. Silently his eyes leaked tears, too.
Dean watched as Richie pushed weakly out of Mac’s grasp. Mac stepped back in surprise. Richie raised his hand to reach out and touch Duncan’s cheek and then he began to laugh hysterically. A voice rusty from disuse said, “Mac? This is one of my favorite hallucinations.” As the words left his mouth he collapsed into Duncan’s arms.
With Dean’s help they settled Richie into bunk they’d prepared. Leaving the door open they headed to the bridge.
“He spoke Dean. That has to be a good sign.”
“Duncan, I know I set the course for Boros but we can’t take him back to my place. We’re wanted men. Where do we go?”
“There are small mining moons on the outer rim, like Titan. We can go there. People don’t ask where your from that far out.” Dean nodded his agreement and put in the new coordinates.
Author: Strangevisitor7
Beta: Thanks to Pen37
Prompt: Prompt #33:Too Much for crossovers100. My table is here
The rest of the Immortal!Dean 'Verse is here
Rated: PG
Fandom: HL, SPN but set in a far future that looks remarkably like the Firefly 'verse
Characters: Dean Winchester, Duncan MacLeod, Richie Ryan; Mentions of Chloe/Dean
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: Richie has been missing for over 6 months. Duncan finally has a lead and needs Dean's help to rescue him.
Chapter Summary: It's the great escape plan. Dean, Sam and Duncan risk everything to free Richie.
A/N: pen37 and I wrote this story called 5 Times Immortal!Dean met Meta!Chloe. Everyone wondered what could have kept Dean away from Chloe for 150 years as mentioned in Chapter 5: When the Fightings Done.
The story that follows explains why Dean left. And pen37's story Methos And Chloe Save the Planet tells what Chloe did when Dean didn't come back.
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7
Chapter 6: The Great Escape
Three days later, Duncan allowed himself to be arrested at a known smuggler hangout. Dean stayed just out of sight but was ready to stop the plan if anything went south. The men Sam sent were trustworthy and Duncan was delivered to Planetary Division holding without incident.
Sam contacted Director Crabb the minute Duncan was in custody. The transfer of Duncan to section 13.1 was set for that same afternoon. Sam wanted this in motion as soon as possible.
Two hours later, Sam followed as Dean and one other operative escorted Duncan to the research entrance of the medical facility. Duncan had on handcuffs but Dean had already slipped him the key. The other operative was a newbie who should go down easy.
It might not be a true hunt but Sam was secretly thrilled to be part of the Winchester family business. Fake IDs and a daring rescue. It really felt good to be part of that legacy of helping people and in this case, a friend. As if he knew what Sam was thinking, Dean threw him a ‘you’ll be great’ smile.
The Director was there to greet him, “Director Winchester, I am so thrilled to have your support in this matter. We are anxious to test the subject and confirm he has the qualities we are looking for.” He directed the group toward the elevator.
Sam took a mental breath and slipped into the callous government official that he’d been cultivating with Crabb over the past month, “I believe you’ll find him an acceptable subject.” The elevator descended to the subbasement. They exited and there were two men waiting for them.
“Director Winchester may I introduce, Doctors Green and Hayden. They are in charge of the program.”
“I am anxious to see the first mutant that you’ve been working on.” Sam hoped his revulsion didn’t show as he shook the hands of Richie’s torturers.
“Let’s get this one secured and we can show you the original, as well as give you a tour of our facilities,” Dr Hayden said and indicated that they should follow him.
As they walked down the hall, they approached the only security on the floor. Two guards were stationed in front of a locked double door. Passing through, they entered section 13.1.
Once on the other side of the doors Duncan hesitated. Dean grabbed his shoulder and moved him forward. This was the signal to Sam that they felt the buzz. Richie was close. The rescue was about to be sprung.
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Dean surveyed the situation. The security guards were the typical donut eaters that never fired their weapons. As for the fifteen lab personal, they would go down easy but most of the time civilians stayed out of the way once the shooting started. He’d promised Sam not to hurt his newbie Operative but as far as Dean was concerned, everyone else was fair game.
Sam wouldn’t share the reports he’d received about the experiments on Richie. Dean knew that meant they were bad. He personally didn’t care if any of the scientists came out alive.
Dr. Green unlocked the lab door and ushered them in. Sam told his Operative to wait outside. Dean escorted Duncan into the room and nearly exploded in rage at what he saw. Next to him, Dean could sense Sam trying to keep himself from retching.
There were dozens of specimen jars holding a variety of internal organs. Dean didn’t need labels to know that they had all come from Richie.
Duncan caught Dean’s attention and gestured to the back of the lab. There was a figure curled up on a barren cot with in a locked cell. Duncan nodded to Dean who pulled his weapon and gestured for Sam to move away.
Dean whirled and shoved his gun into the director’s face. “You bastard!” he shouted. “How could you do that to him,” Dean did not wait for an answer as he pulled the trigger. Coinciding with Dean’s outburst, Duncan shed his cuffs and then turned to catch the gun Dean tossed his way.
Sam moved quickly to the back of the lab to free Richie.
Two more shots and Drs. Green and Hayden were dead. Dean stood over the bodies, “I’m only sorry they couldn’t have suffered more.”
Duncan added apologetically, “I just wish we hadn’t had to kill them.”
“Are you kidding me?” Dean huffed in anger, “Not only were they using Richie as a human guinea pig, they would have known Sam helped us get in. We had to protect him too.”
Duncan nodded, “I know but they were human beings, not some supernatural creatures.”
Dean looked at his friend and with venom in his voice asserted, “I’ve met some supernatural creatures who were better humans than those assholes. Old west justice works just fine for me.”
The two men came to a silent understanding. Duncan went to help Sam free Richie while Dean opened the door and asked the operative to come in. He knocked him out, took his gun and tied his hands behind his back. It was them that he heard Duncan pained voice shouting, “No, No Richie; Oh My God!”
Dean raced to the back of the lab. Sam and Duncan were kneeling in front of Richie. At least he thought it was Richie. The man in the cell was wasted away. His hair and beard were grown like a wild man. The smell was unbearable. “Richie, it’s us. It’s Dean and Duncan,” Duncan pleaded with his friend. Dead eyes stared straight head; there was no sign he was aware of his rescue. Looking up at Dean with malice in his eyes Duncan hissed, “You’re right, they didn’t suffer enough.”
“Sam, how the hell could this have been allowed?”
“I am so sorry Uncle Dean, I wish I knew.” Sam stood up and looked around the nightmare lab, “We need to destroy this place and the records.”
Dean smirked and pulled a lighter out of his pocket. “Let’s burn this mother down.”
Duncan was still trying to get a response out of Richie. He felt the tears coming for his friend. “Dean, he looks like a concentration camp victim. Five hundred years and Nazis still exist.”
“Mac, we still have to get out of here and destroy these records. Save the emotion for later.” Dean clapped a hand on Duncan’s shoulder. Tight lipped, Duncan nodded and wiped the tears away. He stood Richie up. Like a zombie, he followed where Mac directed him.
Sam had taken a broom and began knocking the jars off the shelves. Dean grabbed the nearest computer and tossed it into the wreckage. “Dean,” Duncan urged, “are you sure we have time for this?”
Dean flicked his lighter on. “Hell Yeah, we do” He exclaimed as he dropped it on the pile of gruesome body parts, electronics and paper files. It burst into flames. Turning to his nephew, he asked, “Ready to play hostage?”
Sam nodded and grabbed the unconscious operative and dragged him to his feet. “Let’s do this.”
Dean prepared to push Sam out into the hall calling back to Duncan, “I’m gonna have to take out any of the lab geeks or guards on this floor. Can you handle Richie?”
Duncan nodded, “No problem, I’ve got him.”
Smoke poured into the empty hall as Dean opened the door. Keeping Sam in front of him he worked his way toward the guard station. There were cameras in the hall and the guards were ready. But scared, security guards are no match for an angry Immortal. The firefight was over in moments with both guards dead.
Once through the section doors, Dean shoved Sam and his unconscious newbie into the elevator. Sam smiled and mouthed good luck as the doors slid shut.
Dean had a gun in each as he headed up the stairs. Duncan was half dragging Richie trying to keep up with Dean. The fire alarms had begun blaring and they knew they were going to have to shoot their way out. As they reached the door for the ground level, Dean opened it a crack and could see the guards waiting. Two Immortals against a contingent of desk riding security guards: “Piece o’cake” Dean thought as he threw Duncan an evil grin. “Yippie Kie yay, Motherfuckers,” he hollered and burst through the door, guns blazing. Dean mowed them down.
The security guards weren’t prepared for the crazy man who exploded through the door. Some shot back, some died but most scattered. Duncan followed behind trying to protect Richie while still firing his weapon. Moments later they were both bloody but out of the facility. Sam’s transport was close and they were able to get in and get away.
Dean drove across the city keeping an eye out for any tails. “I think we lost them. You get hit?”
“I’m already healed.”
“Me too. How’s Richie?”
Duncan swallowed the lump in his throat, “He’s alive.”
They road in silence the rest of the way back to the Impala. They hurried into the ship. Within moments Dean had them cleared and into the black. By the time Dean had a course set for Boros and engaged the auto pilot, Duncan had stripped Richie down and stood him in what passed for a shower.
“He said anything yet?” Dean asked. Duncan shook his head. Duncan redressed him in some of his clothes. He shaved his beard, cut his hair and fed him some soup. Through it all Richie never said a word and never lost the haunted look of a man already dead.
Duncan couldn’t take it any more. He gathered Richie into a bear hug and just cried, “It’s me, Richie. It’s Duncan. I know you’re in there.” Dean just stood and watched. Silently his eyes leaked tears, too.
Dean watched as Richie pushed weakly out of Mac’s grasp. Mac stepped back in surprise. Richie raised his hand to reach out and touch Duncan’s cheek and then he began to laugh hysterically. A voice rusty from disuse said, “Mac? This is one of my favorite hallucinations.” As the words left his mouth he collapsed into Duncan’s arms.
With Dean’s help they settled Richie into bunk they’d prepared. Leaving the door open they headed to the bridge.
“He spoke Dean. That has to be a good sign.”
“Duncan, I know I set the course for Boros but we can’t take him back to my place. We’re wanted men. Where do we go?”
“There are small mining moons on the outer rim, like Titan. We can go there. People don’t ask where your from that far out.” Dean nodded his agreement and put in the new coordinates.