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Welcome to High School, Little Brother - Immortal!Uncle Dean Series
It's Spawn Fic Wednesday this week!
Title: Welcome to High School, Little Brother
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
strangevisitor7
Beta:clarksmuse
Rated: PG
Fandom: Immortal!Dean Universe
Characters: All OC’s - JD Winchester, Mule Winchester. JD’s Friends – Chris, Nate, Joey and Eddie.
Prompt: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spawnfic_tues
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators. JD and Mule are mine.
A/N: The names may be slightly different but Mag7 fans may recognize JD’s friends.
A/N2: Other spawn adventures in the Immortal!Dean Universe can be found here
Summary: It’s the first day of JD’s senior year of high school and trouble can’t be far behind.
Welcome to High School, Little Brother
JD stopped abruptly at the doorway to the high school cafeteria and flung his arms out, causing his to friends Chris and Eddie to run into him.
“Move it, JD. I’m hungry,” Chris snapped.
JD tilted his head towards the mass of confusion and chaos that was the cafeteria. “Can’t you smell it, guys?”
“The only thing I smell is last year’s meatloaf,” Eddie joked.
JD rolled his eyes. “It’s freedom. We’re seniors, and in one hundred and eighty days we will be free. Free of bad lunches, annoying teachers and high school.”
“It’s the first day of school. I think it’s a little too soon to be thinking about the last one,” Chris said as he pushed past JD. “Come on, I see Nate and Joey.” The blonde teen headed toward the table without looking back.
“I’m betting you aren’t going to make it through the first week without pissing off one of the teachers or landing in detention,” Eddie said.
“I’ll take that bet.” JD smiled down at his shorter friend and held out his hand. JD had finally passed six foot, and was pleased to find he was now not only the tallest in his group but also stood eye to eye with Uncle Dean.
“Easy money,” Eddie laughed. “I have history on my side. You’ve landed there during the first week for the last three years.”
“Not this year,” JD insisted and glanced to the table where Chris was waving them over. “What’s up with Chris? He’s been in a bad mood since he picked me up this morning.”
“You haven’t heard?”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I had,” JD said. “I’ve been away all summer, remember?”
“Forgot. Mary broke up with him, and Joey’s been giving him that Zen crap philosophy about how it’s all for the best. I bet Nate that if he tries it one more time, Chris is gonna deck him.”
JD laughed. “Don’t see why he’s so upset. She was a real bitch.”
“Why don’t you tell him that? I think I still win if he decks you instead.”
JD shook his head. “Like Chris could take me down,” JD reminded him and headed over to join the rest of their friends.
“JD!” Nate said as he gestured the seat beside him. “Glad to have you back, man. Summer was a real drag. We didn't get into any decent trouble at all.”
“Yeah, Dude. Way dull,” Joey chimed in.
“Glad to be missed,” he said sarcastically as he sat and set his lunch bag on the table. “So Chris, I heard the news about Mary.”
The blonde looked up from where he was picking at his food to glare at JD. “Say what you have to say, Winchester.”
JD threw his hands up. “Hey, I was just offering my sympathies and pointers if you’re ready to play the field again.”
Chris had opened his mouth to retort when a loud crash cut through the din of the cafeteria, followed by cheers and clapping.
“Looks like the first tray of the year has hit the floor,” Eddie snickered.
“Somebody owe you money on that?” Joey teased.
Eddie paused as he thought about it. “Actually, yes.”
“It’s the football players again,” Nate observed. “Seems they’ve found some new freshman to torment.”
“Please tell me that’s not true,” JD said and looked at Eddie. His friend was chuckling and rubbing his fingers together, making the ‘pay me now’ symbol.
“Go ahead, JD, you know you want to,” Joey pushed. “We’ll back you up.”
JD sighed. He had a reputation for getting involved in fights that were not his own and dragging his friends along with him. It was a bad by-product of hunting. In his mind, helping people didn’t just stop at the supernatural.
“Nope, not today,” he said glaring at Eddie.
“Well if you won’t, I will,” Chris said as he watched the football players surround their next victims.
“Chris, I know you’re looking to hit someone, but seriously, not today. Okay?” JD pleaded. “I’m not risking detention, especially not if it means I owe Eddie money.”
“Spoil sport,” their resident bookie groused.
“I don’t think you have a choice,” Chris said and point toward the escalating situation across the room. “Isn’t that Mule?”
JD turned and what he saw made the color drain from his face. “SHIT!” JD was up like a shot and half way across the room before his friends were mobilized into action.
Pushing his way through the crowd, leaving a trail of “hey”s and “watch it”s behind him, JD was intent only on the fact that a 200-pound Neanderthal and his three buddies had made the mistake of picking on a Winchester.
“Let him go, asshole,” JD said as he approached the group.
Covered in the remains of his lunch, Mule was struggling against the grip the hulk had on his shoulder, doing his best to try and break free. Unfortunately, Mule was maybe 110 pounds soaking wet and had yet to hit the growth spurt that would eventually give him the Winchester height and broad shoulders.
“Stay out of this, Winchester,” said the hulk named Jimbo. “This doesn’t concern you. Newbie here was sitting at our table with his gay little friends.”
It was then that JD noticed the two other kids being manhandled by Jimbo’s lackeys: JD liked to think of them as Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber.
“Oh, I think it does when you decide to pick on my brother.” JD crossed his arms and dared the footballer to try something. Eddie and Joey flanked him on one side, while Nate and Chris took up positions on the other.
Jimbo released Mule and came to stand toe to toe with JD. “You need to learn to mind your own business.” Jimbo made the mistake of poking one of his meaty fingers into JD’s chest.
JD looked down and then smiled at Chris, who nodded. With one swift motion, JD grabbed Jimbo’s wrist, twirled his arm around to his back, and slammed Jimbo’s head onto a nearby lunch table. His victim had slid to the floor, and JD looked up to see that his friends were about to engage the tweedle triplets.
Chris stepped menacingly toward the first one. “Just give me a reason,” he snarled.
“Chris has been looking to hit someone all day,” Nate informed them. “So I’d let go of the freshman and back away.”
“Hey man, we don’t want any trouble,” Tweedle Dumb said as he and his friends released the ninth graders.
“What’s going on here?” came the authoritative voice of Vice Principal Compton. The tall lanky man pushed his way to the center of the crowd, took in the players still standing, and noticed JD. “I should have known: Winchester and his cronies. It’s the first day of school. I think that’s a record. My office now!”
“But they started it,” Joey protested.
“Now! All of you,” he snapped indicating the football players too. “You.” He pointed to Tweedle Dee. “Take Jimbo to the nurse and then get to my office.”
“Yes sir,” the big teen answered and went to help his friend.
“You’re still standing here, JD.”
“Can I have a minute to make sure my brother’s okay?”
It was then that Mr. Compton noticed the disheveled state of the younger Winchester. He nodded. “Five minutes. Any later and I’ll be adding to your detentions.”
Eddie leaned over to JD. “And in case you care, middle of the first day is a record.”
“Shut up, Eddie,” Chris and JD said in unison.
Chris smiled as he clapped his friend on the shoulder in a sign of solidarity before dragging the smaller teen after Nate and Joey, who were already headed to the principal’s office.
JD turned to examine his brother. “You okay?”
Mule nodded numbly. “Yeah, but this really sucks,” he moaned as he looked down at his food stained t-shirt.
“Welcome to high school, little brother.”
Mule looked up at JD. “How much trouble are you in?”
“The usual, but no one messes with you but me,” he said smiling.
“Dad’s gonna be pissed.”
“He’ll get over it.”
“That was a nice move. Didn’t work so well when I tried it, considering he had 100 pounds and 6 inches on me,” Mule said, the admiration for what his brother had done evident in his voice.
“When we get home, I’ll show you how to use that to your advantage. But right now I have to go collect a few detentions and you need to get to class.” JD started to walk away.
“JD?”
“Yeah?” he replied looking back.
“Thanks.”
JD smiled and nodded before walking away. Dad might be pissed, but he figured Uncle Dean would be proud that he had protected his younger brother. He felt pretty good about that.
Truthfully, the worst part of this whole thing was that he now owed Eddie twenty bucks. He knew he shouldn’t have taken that bet.
Title: Welcome to High School, Little Brother
Author:
strangevisitor7Beta:
clarksmuse Rated: PG
Fandom: Immortal!Dean Universe
Characters: All OC’s - JD Winchester, Mule Winchester. JD’s Friends – Chris, Nate, Joey and Eddie.
Prompt: Written for
spawnfic_tuesDisclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators. JD and Mule are mine.
A/N: The names may be slightly different but Mag7 fans may recognize JD’s friends.
A/N2: Other spawn adventures in the Immortal!Dean Universe can be found here
Summary: It’s the first day of JD’s senior year of high school and trouble can’t be far behind.
JD stopped abruptly at the doorway to the high school cafeteria and flung his arms out, causing his to friends Chris and Eddie to run into him.
“Move it, JD. I’m hungry,” Chris snapped.
JD tilted his head towards the mass of confusion and chaos that was the cafeteria. “Can’t you smell it, guys?”
“The only thing I smell is last year’s meatloaf,” Eddie joked.
JD rolled his eyes. “It’s freedom. We’re seniors, and in one hundred and eighty days we will be free. Free of bad lunches, annoying teachers and high school.”
“It’s the first day of school. I think it’s a little too soon to be thinking about the last one,” Chris said as he pushed past JD. “Come on, I see Nate and Joey.” The blonde teen headed toward the table without looking back.
“I’m betting you aren’t going to make it through the first week without pissing off one of the teachers or landing in detention,” Eddie said.
“I’ll take that bet.” JD smiled down at his shorter friend and held out his hand. JD had finally passed six foot, and was pleased to find he was now not only the tallest in his group but also stood eye to eye with Uncle Dean.
“Easy money,” Eddie laughed. “I have history on my side. You’ve landed there during the first week for the last three years.”
“Not this year,” JD insisted and glanced to the table where Chris was waving them over. “What’s up with Chris? He’s been in a bad mood since he picked me up this morning.”
“You haven’t heard?”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I had,” JD said. “I’ve been away all summer, remember?”
“Forgot. Mary broke up with him, and Joey’s been giving him that Zen crap philosophy about how it’s all for the best. I bet Nate that if he tries it one more time, Chris is gonna deck him.”
JD laughed. “Don’t see why he’s so upset. She was a real bitch.”
“Why don’t you tell him that? I think I still win if he decks you instead.”
JD shook his head. “Like Chris could take me down,” JD reminded him and headed over to join the rest of their friends.
“JD!” Nate said as he gestured the seat beside him. “Glad to have you back, man. Summer was a real drag. We didn't get into any decent trouble at all.”
“Yeah, Dude. Way dull,” Joey chimed in.
“Glad to be missed,” he said sarcastically as he sat and set his lunch bag on the table. “So Chris, I heard the news about Mary.”
The blonde looked up from where he was picking at his food to glare at JD. “Say what you have to say, Winchester.”
JD threw his hands up. “Hey, I was just offering my sympathies and pointers if you’re ready to play the field again.”
Chris had opened his mouth to retort when a loud crash cut through the din of the cafeteria, followed by cheers and clapping.
“Looks like the first tray of the year has hit the floor,” Eddie snickered.
“Somebody owe you money on that?” Joey teased.
Eddie paused as he thought about it. “Actually, yes.”
“It’s the football players again,” Nate observed. “Seems they’ve found some new freshman to torment.”
“Please tell me that’s not true,” JD said and looked at Eddie. His friend was chuckling and rubbing his fingers together, making the ‘pay me now’ symbol.
“Go ahead, JD, you know you want to,” Joey pushed. “We’ll back you up.”
JD sighed. He had a reputation for getting involved in fights that were not his own and dragging his friends along with him. It was a bad by-product of hunting. In his mind, helping people didn’t just stop at the supernatural.
“Nope, not today,” he said glaring at Eddie.
“Well if you won’t, I will,” Chris said as he watched the football players surround their next victims.
“Chris, I know you’re looking to hit someone, but seriously, not today. Okay?” JD pleaded. “I’m not risking detention, especially not if it means I owe Eddie money.”
“Spoil sport,” their resident bookie groused.
“I don’t think you have a choice,” Chris said and point toward the escalating situation across the room. “Isn’t that Mule?”
JD turned and what he saw made the color drain from his face. “SHIT!” JD was up like a shot and half way across the room before his friends were mobilized into action.
Pushing his way through the crowd, leaving a trail of “hey”s and “watch it”s behind him, JD was intent only on the fact that a 200-pound Neanderthal and his three buddies had made the mistake of picking on a Winchester.
“Let him go, asshole,” JD said as he approached the group.
Covered in the remains of his lunch, Mule was struggling against the grip the hulk had on his shoulder, doing his best to try and break free. Unfortunately, Mule was maybe 110 pounds soaking wet and had yet to hit the growth spurt that would eventually give him the Winchester height and broad shoulders.
“Stay out of this, Winchester,” said the hulk named Jimbo. “This doesn’t concern you. Newbie here was sitting at our table with his gay little friends.”
It was then that JD noticed the two other kids being manhandled by Jimbo’s lackeys: JD liked to think of them as Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber.
“Oh, I think it does when you decide to pick on my brother.” JD crossed his arms and dared the footballer to try something. Eddie and Joey flanked him on one side, while Nate and Chris took up positions on the other.
Jimbo released Mule and came to stand toe to toe with JD. “You need to learn to mind your own business.” Jimbo made the mistake of poking one of his meaty fingers into JD’s chest.
JD looked down and then smiled at Chris, who nodded. With one swift motion, JD grabbed Jimbo’s wrist, twirled his arm around to his back, and slammed Jimbo’s head onto a nearby lunch table. His victim had slid to the floor, and JD looked up to see that his friends were about to engage the tweedle triplets.
Chris stepped menacingly toward the first one. “Just give me a reason,” he snarled.
“Chris has been looking to hit someone all day,” Nate informed them. “So I’d let go of the freshman and back away.”
“Hey man, we don’t want any trouble,” Tweedle Dumb said as he and his friends released the ninth graders.
“What’s going on here?” came the authoritative voice of Vice Principal Compton. The tall lanky man pushed his way to the center of the crowd, took in the players still standing, and noticed JD. “I should have known: Winchester and his cronies. It’s the first day of school. I think that’s a record. My office now!”
“But they started it,” Joey protested.
“Now! All of you,” he snapped indicating the football players too. “You.” He pointed to Tweedle Dee. “Take Jimbo to the nurse and then get to my office.”
“Yes sir,” the big teen answered and went to help his friend.
“You’re still standing here, JD.”
“Can I have a minute to make sure my brother’s okay?”
It was then that Mr. Compton noticed the disheveled state of the younger Winchester. He nodded. “Five minutes. Any later and I’ll be adding to your detentions.”
Eddie leaned over to JD. “And in case you care, middle of the first day is a record.”
“Shut up, Eddie,” Chris and JD said in unison.
Chris smiled as he clapped his friend on the shoulder in a sign of solidarity before dragging the smaller teen after Nate and Joey, who were already headed to the principal’s office.
JD turned to examine his brother. “You okay?”
Mule nodded numbly. “Yeah, but this really sucks,” he moaned as he looked down at his food stained t-shirt.
“Welcome to high school, little brother.”
Mule looked up at JD. “How much trouble are you in?”
“The usual, but no one messes with you but me,” he said smiling.
“Dad’s gonna be pissed.”
“He’ll get over it.”
“That was a nice move. Didn’t work so well when I tried it, considering he had 100 pounds and 6 inches on me,” Mule said, the admiration for what his brother had done evident in his voice.
“When we get home, I’ll show you how to use that to your advantage. But right now I have to go collect a few detentions and you need to get to class.” JD started to walk away.
“JD?”
“Yeah?” he replied looking back.
“Thanks.”
JD smiled and nodded before walking away. Dad might be pissed, but he figured Uncle Dean would be proud that he had protected his younger brother. He felt pretty good about that.
Truthfully, the worst part of this whole thing was that he now owed Eddie twenty bucks. He knew he shouldn’t have taken that bet.
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J.D. losing twenty bucks and getting stuck in detention for his brother? Such a Dean thing to do.
It was worth waiting until today to see! :D
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Yep and Sam thinks Dean is a bad influence - silly Sammy
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Think I totally found a new fanon fandom crossover series thingy to read ...
This was really good and so enjoyable.
And yes, I saw each Ezra, Chris, Nathan and Josiah in his friends. And JD - he's so cool! Am so going to read the rest of them, from the beginning.
You say you write one of these each week?
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It was a summer challenge that put out to all of us who had married Winchesters with kids. Only two more weeks to go but this was #11 Only missed two weeks - vacation). The stories jump all over the time line.
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[Edit] Or do I?
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well it's not acceptable when J tortures M - and J is just about 4 years older. (actually, it's M that's the bossy one....)
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And did I miss Buck in there somewhere? And Vin? (Unless they're going to be Mule's geek squad.) :)
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I kow it's not really an AU but i had fun using the mag7 personalities.
My son has friends named Chris, and Joey and i was going to actually just use them as models but it suddenly seemed so easy to make them mag7 teens - Glad you liked it!
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