FIC: Dean Winchester/Tony Stark
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citrus_javaPairing: Dean Winchester/Tony Stark
Rating: PG-13
Warnings:mention of burns, scars, and an accident
Notes: This is no masterpiece, but it was a weirdenough prompt for me to want to share
Summary: For the prompt - when Dean was at Sonny's home for boys, he met teen Tony Stark
Dean pulls out a fistful of grass, crushes the blades in his hand without thought. Serves him right, being stuck in this pre-juvie Spoonful of Sugar hell, serves him right for getting caught. Dad should be able to go on a hunt and trust Dean to do his job and take care of Sammy, even if money does run out. Serves Dean right being left here. What if while he'd been arrested something got Sammy?
"You're new" A dark-haired boy he's seen around Sonny's Home almost startles Dan – fine hunter he is. He's smaller than Dean, and he curls his lip with the sort of charm that's supposed to distract from looking sad. The boy ignores the crushed leaves, sits down next to Dean, eyes on the old barn. He's wearing a Metallica/Guns tour shirt.
"You saw Metallica live?"
The boy nods. "Stole my Dad's car, caught them just before the firewall took out Hetfield".
"Hetfield is better on vocals anyway"
"Yes. N ewstes said his skin was like The Toxic Avenger that night"
They nod, and fall into companionable silence, and Dean tries not to think about Dad's skin after he took out that dragon. Dad could hardly breathe for days, but the feds were on their ass, and Dad said to stay away from hospitals. Gave Dean an order. Dad knew what he was doing, even half toast and he knew. Saved that family and everything. The least Dean could do was man up about it. Dean changed his bandages like Dad said to, and tried to find things for Sammy to do in the other room whenever he had to unbandage – the big one – the – the bad one.
"So, what did you do to land your pretty ass in here?" The boy pulls Dean out of the memory, and his eyes are probing, like he saw more than Dean meant on Dean's face.
He's a little intense, and Dean maybe likes that. Like there is electricity flowing through him, like he's connected to an amp.
Dean smirks, an expression he perfected in a million principals' offices over the years, perfected in front of the mirror. "Stole a bunch of peanut butter". Says it like it's a joke.
"Crunchy or creamy?"
"Gotta be crunchy". Sammy liked the creamy better, but that was for babies. Dean was there to teach him to have crunchy peanut butter like a man. "Got some macaroni and cheese too".
The boy's eyes twinkle. "That orange powder does things to me". He makes a deep, appreciative, showy sound, slips t he tip of his tongue out to demonstrate, and yeah, it makes cheese flavoring seem good, even after weeks of eating that crap.
Dean runs a hand through his hair, shakes his head. There is something nesting on the barn's roof. "You?"
The boy shrugs, like nothing was ever a big deal, thick dark eyebrow raised. "broke into the pentagon's computer system. Got kidnapped and my Dad wasn't gonna do anything, so I had to get *somebody's* attention to get out".
Wow... Dean knows his face is doing that little watery 'you're so cool' thing Dean has zero control over. So he says - "D'you get arrested? I got interrogated".
"Nah" the boy says. "My Dad's too famous". He kicks a stone at the barn's wall, and it bounces back with some force. He catches it.
Dean shuts his mouth. Dad isn't famous, Dad's a superhero. He let Dad down. He really misses Sammy. "Your Dad sounds like an ass".
The boy's hands are moving a lot, but he doesn't seem uncomfortable, more as if he is moving to some inner drumbeat . He has quick fingers, like he knows what he's doing, like he could strip and assemble a 45 in under 60 seconds.
The boy looks Dean over, and for some reason that makes Dean swallow. "They put you in handcuffs?"
"Face down on the ground" Dean boasts.
The boy smirks, and his whole face lights up all sassy. "kinky".
Dean isn't really sure what that means, just that it's dirty, and that he wants to make the boy smirk at him like that some more.
"Wha'd you know about it?"
"Not much" the boy admits, and somehow that makes him seem even cooler. "Can I kiss you?" the boy's hands stop, then resume taking apart a blade of grass with precision. "Just that you know Metallica and- getting arrested and peanut , and you might beat the shit out of me for offering, but I feel we got a thing going". He looks kinda casual, as if either way, he's good with the results. Like either way it's gonna be that chest heaving physical thing that says he's alive - for the moment
Dean can relate to that.
Dean never kissed a guy before, but this - sounds like pretty good reasoning. He doesn't notice his tongue darting out till he feels its wetness on his lips.
The guy follows it, alert, keen eyes. "so you wanna go?"
"Yeah" Dean says. "ok, yeah".
Rating: PG-13
Warnings:
Notes: This is no masterpiece, but it was a weirdenough prompt for me to want to share
Summary: For the prompt - when Dean was at Sonny's home for boys, he met teen Tony Stark
Dean pulls out a fistful of grass, crushes the blades in his hand without thought. Serves him right, being stuck in this pre-juvie Spoonful of Sugar hell, serves him right for getting caught. Dad should be able to go on a hunt and trust Dean to do his job and take care of Sammy, even if money does run out. Serves Dean right being left here. What if while he'd been arrested something got Sammy?
"You're new" A dark-haired boy he's seen around Sonny's Home almost startles Dan – fine hunter he is. He's smaller than Dean, and he curls his lip with the sort of charm that's supposed to distract from looking sad. The boy ignores the crushed leaves, sits down next to Dean, eyes on the old barn. He's wearing a Metallica/Guns tour shirt.
"You saw Metallica live?"
The boy nods. "Stole my Dad's car, caught them just before the firewall took out Hetfield".
"Hetfield is better on vocals anyway"
"Yes. N ewstes said his skin was like The Toxic Avenger that night"
They nod, and fall into companionable silence, and Dean tries not to think about Dad's skin after he took out that dragon. Dad could hardly breathe for days, but the feds were on their ass, and Dad said to stay away from hospitals. Gave Dean an order. Dad knew what he was doing, even half toast and he knew. Saved that family and everything. The least Dean could do was man up about it. Dean changed his bandages like Dad said to, and tried to find things for Sammy to do in the other room whenever he had to unbandage – the big one – the – the bad one.
"So, what did you do to land your pretty ass in here?" The boy pulls Dean out of the memory, and his eyes are probing, like he saw more than Dean meant on Dean's face.
He's a little intense, and Dean maybe likes that. Like there is electricity flowing through him, like he's connected to an amp.
Dean smirks, an expression he perfected in a million principals' offices over the years, perfected in front of the mirror. "Stole a bunch of peanut butter". Says it like it's a joke.
"Crunchy or creamy?"
"Gotta be crunchy". Sammy liked the creamy better, but that was for babies. Dean was there to teach him to have crunchy peanut butter like a man. "Got some macaroni and cheese too".
The boy's eyes twinkle. "That orange powder does things to me". He makes a deep, appreciative, showy sound, slips t he tip of his tongue out to demonstrate, and yeah, it makes cheese flavoring seem good, even after weeks of eating that crap.
Dean runs a hand through his hair, shakes his head. There is something nesting on the barn's roof. "You?"
The boy shrugs, like nothing was ever a big deal, thick dark eyebrow raised. "broke into the pentagon's computer system. Got kidnapped and my Dad wasn't gonna do anything, so I had to get *somebody's* attention to get out".
Wow... Dean knows his face is doing that little watery 'you're so cool' thing Dean has zero control over. So he says - "D'you get arrested? I got interrogated".
"Nah" the boy says. "My Dad's too famous". He kicks a stone at the barn's wall, and it bounces back with some force. He catches it.
Dean shuts his mouth. Dad isn't famous, Dad's a superhero. He let Dad down. He really misses Sammy. "Your Dad sounds like an ass".
The boy's hands are moving a lot, but he doesn't seem uncomfortable, more as if he is moving to some inner drumbeat . He has quick fingers, like he knows what he's doing, like he could strip and assemble a 45 in under 60 seconds.
The boy looks Dean over, and for some reason that makes Dean swallow. "They put you in handcuffs?"
"Face down on the ground" Dean boasts.
The boy smirks, and his whole face lights up all sassy. "kinky".
Dean isn't really sure what that means, just that it's dirty, and that he wants to make the boy smirk at him like that some more.
"Wha'd you know about it?"
"Not much" the boy admits, and somehow that makes him seem even cooler. "Can I kiss you?" the boy's hands stop, then resume taking apart a blade of grass with precision. "Just that you know Metallica and- getting arrested and peanut , and you might beat the shit out of me for offering, but I feel we got a thing going". He looks kinda casual, as if either way, he's good with the results. Like either way it's gonna be that chest heaving physical thing that says he's alive - for the moment
Dean can relate to that.
Dean never kissed a guy before, but this - sounds like pretty good reasoning. He doesn't notice his tongue darting out till he feels its wetness on his lips.
The guy follows it, alert, keen eyes. "so you wanna go?"
"Yeah" Dean says. "ok, yeah".
