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Title: Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow - The Immortal!Uncle Dean Stories
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strangevisitor7
Beta:clarksmuse
Rated:G
Prompt:spawnfic_tues; #36 Smell for crossovers100. My table is here
Fandom: Immortal!Dean ‘verse – SPN/HL
Characters Dean Winchester, Richie Ryan and Samuel (Mule) Winchester Jr., Mentions of JD Winchester
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators. Winchester spawn and their mother are mine
Summary: Mule is initiated into the Winchester prank war tradition in spectacular fashion. Sequel to Green-Eyed Monster
A/N: JD is sixteen and Mule is thirteen. They are the children of Sam and Katie in the Immortal!Dean Universe. Other Spawn Stories can be found here
Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
“You really think it was fair to make Mule wash your car?” Richie asked. He was sitting at the small, motel room table working at the laptop. He hoped they could find a hunt nearby before they were due to deliver Mule back to Seacouver. Richie wanted to give his nephew something more exciting to do than clean up after Dean.
“There’s a reason we call him Mule, and besides, the kid’s got to learn to take care of all his tools, including the Impala,” Dean replied as he dug into a bag of Doritos and relaxed on the bed watching an old rerun of MacGyver. “Find anything yet?” he asked around a mouthful of chips.
“I think so. Let me finished my search and I’ll know for sure,” Richie replied. He really missed Sam on hunts because he got stuck doing most of the research. But since the birth of Winchester rug rat number five, Sam had retired from the road.
They lapsed into silence when an unnatural shriek split the air. Like a shot, both Dean and Richie were on their feet weapons in hand. They cautiously approached the bathroom door.
“Mule, was that you screaming like a little girl?” Dean asked trying to sound light hearted.
There was no answer. “Mule? Answer me boy,” Dean demanded and made ready to kick down the door.
The door flung open and the skinny thirteen year old stormed out, dripping wet, a towel gripped tightly around his waist. “I’m going to kill him!”
Dean looked at Richie and the two Immortals lost it completely. The furious glare coming off Mule only served to intensify their laughter.
“It’s not funny?” the boy insisted, stomping his bare foot dramatically which did nothing to stem the tide of amusement aimed at him.
Dean was doubled over gasping for breath and had fallen onto the bed. Richie was using the wall to hold himself upright.
“Mule, you look like you had a fight with hedge clippers and lost,” Richie huffed as he tried to catch his breath. “What were you trying to do?”
Mule was missing small patches of hair all over his head which left his scalp partially exposed. His head looked a bit like a shaggy chess board.
The boy continued to glare at his uncles and thrust the pink bottle at Richie. Richie took it, unscrewed the cap, and took a whiff. The minute the astringent smell hit his nostrils, he lost his composure again.
Dean was wiping the tears from his eyes and noticed the face Richie made as he examined the bottle. “What?” he asked impatiently.
“Dean, didn’t you ever warn Mule what NAIR smelled like?” he asked.
“I don’t believe it. He wouldn’t…” Dean waved his hand at Richie who passed him the bottle. He laughed when recognized the smell. “Gotta give JD points for pulling out the classic.”
Richie chuckled as he remembered the last time Dean had successfully pulled that one on Sam and wondered if that was the real reason he’d stopped hunting with them.
“Never fails to crack me up,” Richie agreed and tried not to snicker as he addressed Mule. “You should have seen your Dad the last time he fell for it. Though I think Katie was angrier to see his shaggy hair go than than Sam was.”
“You think this is funny?” Mule asked incredulous. “You’re giving JD props for messing with my hair!”
“Hell yeah! Prank wars are a time honored family tradition,” Dean crowed.
“Uncle Richie, it’s not fair.” The plea for sympathy turned his voice to a whine.
“Don’t look at me, kid. I’m still smarting from the time Dean rigged the wheels to come off my motorcycle. Just be glad you’re not Immortal; it ups the ante.”
“Uncle Dean killed you for fun?”
“I didn’t think it was fun. Though I did get him back but good.”
Dean’s eyes grew dark. “You’re lucky I didn’t take you head over that one.”
“What did you do?” Mule asked his own distress forgotten.
“Skunk in the Impala.” Richie smiled, bouncing on his heels with pride at the memory.
“It took me a week to get her clean,” Dean growled.
“Too bad. You mess with my wheels; I mess with yours,” Richie said with no trace of remorse.
Mule started laughing. “You guys are supposed to be the adults here.”
The two Immortals looked at their nephew and then at each other. “He’s right, you know,” Richie admitted. “These prank wars are pretty silly.”
Dean grinned. “Doesn’t mean we’re gonna stop. Besides, now we have to help Mule get back at JD.”
Richie looked thoughtfully at his nephew. “I’m in.”
spawnfic_tues Title: Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow - The Immortal!Uncle Dean Stories
Author:
strangevisitor7Beta:
clarksmuseRated:G
Prompt:
spawnfic_tues; #36 Smell for crossovers100. My table is hereFandom: Immortal!Dean ‘verse – SPN/HL
Characters Dean Winchester, Richie Ryan and Samuel (Mule) Winchester Jr., Mentions of JD Winchester
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators. Winchester spawn and their mother are mine
Summary: Mule is initiated into the Winchester prank war tradition in spectacular fashion. Sequel to Green-Eyed Monster
A/N: JD is sixteen and Mule is thirteen. They are the children of Sam and Katie in the Immortal!Dean Universe. Other Spawn Stories can be found here
“You really think it was fair to make Mule wash your car?” Richie asked. He was sitting at the small, motel room table working at the laptop. He hoped they could find a hunt nearby before they were due to deliver Mule back to Seacouver. Richie wanted to give his nephew something more exciting to do than clean up after Dean.
“There’s a reason we call him Mule, and besides, the kid’s got to learn to take care of all his tools, including the Impala,” Dean replied as he dug into a bag of Doritos and relaxed on the bed watching an old rerun of MacGyver. “Find anything yet?” he asked around a mouthful of chips.
“I think so. Let me finished my search and I’ll know for sure,” Richie replied. He really missed Sam on hunts because he got stuck doing most of the research. But since the birth of Winchester rug rat number five, Sam had retired from the road.
They lapsed into silence when an unnatural shriek split the air. Like a shot, both Dean and Richie were on their feet weapons in hand. They cautiously approached the bathroom door.
“Mule, was that you screaming like a little girl?” Dean asked trying to sound light hearted.
There was no answer. “Mule? Answer me boy,” Dean demanded and made ready to kick down the door.
The door flung open and the skinny thirteen year old stormed out, dripping wet, a towel gripped tightly around his waist. “I’m going to kill him!”
Dean looked at Richie and the two Immortals lost it completely. The furious glare coming off Mule only served to intensify their laughter.
“It’s not funny?” the boy insisted, stomping his bare foot dramatically which did nothing to stem the tide of amusement aimed at him.
Dean was doubled over gasping for breath and had fallen onto the bed. Richie was using the wall to hold himself upright.
“Mule, you look like you had a fight with hedge clippers and lost,” Richie huffed as he tried to catch his breath. “What were you trying to do?”
Mule was missing small patches of hair all over his head which left his scalp partially exposed. His head looked a bit like a shaggy chess board.
The boy continued to glare at his uncles and thrust the pink bottle at Richie. Richie took it, unscrewed the cap, and took a whiff. The minute the astringent smell hit his nostrils, he lost his composure again.
Dean was wiping the tears from his eyes and noticed the face Richie made as he examined the bottle. “What?” he asked impatiently.
“Dean, didn’t you ever warn Mule what NAIR smelled like?” he asked.
“I don’t believe it. He wouldn’t…” Dean waved his hand at Richie who passed him the bottle. He laughed when recognized the smell. “Gotta give JD points for pulling out the classic.”
Richie chuckled as he remembered the last time Dean had successfully pulled that one on Sam and wondered if that was the real reason he’d stopped hunting with them.
“Never fails to crack me up,” Richie agreed and tried not to snicker as he addressed Mule. “You should have seen your Dad the last time he fell for it. Though I think Katie was angrier to see his shaggy hair go than than Sam was.”
“You think this is funny?” Mule asked incredulous. “You’re giving JD props for messing with my hair!”
“Hell yeah! Prank wars are a time honored family tradition,” Dean crowed.
“Uncle Richie, it’s not fair.” The plea for sympathy turned his voice to a whine.
“Don’t look at me, kid. I’m still smarting from the time Dean rigged the wheels to come off my motorcycle. Just be glad you’re not Immortal; it ups the ante.”
“Uncle Dean killed you for fun?”
“I didn’t think it was fun. Though I did get him back but good.”
Dean’s eyes grew dark. “You’re lucky I didn’t take you head over that one.”
“What did you do?” Mule asked his own distress forgotten.
“Skunk in the Impala.” Richie smiled, bouncing on his heels with pride at the memory.
“It took me a week to get her clean,” Dean growled.
“Too bad. You mess with my wheels; I mess with yours,” Richie said with no trace of remorse.
Mule started laughing. “You guys are supposed to be the adults here.”
The two Immortals looked at their nephew and then at each other. “He’s right, you know,” Richie admitted. “These prank wars are pretty silly.”
Dean grinned. “Doesn’t mean we’re gonna stop. Besides, now we have to help Mule get back at JD.”
Richie looked thoughtfully at his nephew. “I’m in.”