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From: loste Lasfa <[email protected]>
Subject: Dean Does The Avengers Chapter 1
Hello! This series is a work of fiction about a characters from the TV show
Supernatural and character that belong to Marvel. I don't own the rights to
any of these characters. I don't know anything about the actors who portray
them and I don't mean to imply anything about that.
I intend for this to be a series checking into an alternate universe where
Supernatural and the MCU overlap. And I do intend to have Dean in turn
sleep with every member of the team. As I'm a gay man who writes m/m
fiction his encounters with the MUC ladies will mostly be occurring off
page. It's an ambitious fic and I have chapters in mind already for the
entire original lineup and a few of the later additions. So wish me luck
and stamina. Any comments or questions welcome at [email protected].
~~~~~ Spring 2012 ~~~~~
It was an unremarkable day in May, when the first domino fell. The
Winchesters were between cases, on a routine fishing expedition for
abnormal behavior. Sam tapping away at his phone, as Dean guided the Impala
down some backroad in Nebraska. Neither brother was paying particular
attention at the key moment. Between the routine monotony of the morning
and the endless cornfields whipping by both sides of the vehicle, the boys
were on autopilot. Then suddenly Sam let out a high pitched yelp. "What the
hell, man? I could've crashed," Dean scowled over at his brother.
"My fault, Deano." A familiar voice rang from the backseat. "I
think he was a little surprised by my sudden appearance." Dean glanced up
at his rearview mirror to see Gabriel reclining gleefully in his backseat.
The elder Winchester had a notably subdued reaction, weariness and
annoyance settling on his face. "I thought you were dead?" Dean grumbled.
"Only because I wanted you to think I was dead," Gabriel retorted.
"Don't you think showing up ruins that plan?" Sam asked turning to
face the archangel.
"Wanted, Sam, past tense. At the moment I'm hoping to get a little
bit of help."
"You're practically omnipotent, what could you possibly need us
for?" Sam asked incredulously.
"Well, you boys have established a reputation as being pretty good
at creative problem solving."
"And the problem?" Dean growled.
"Well there are some people who are pretty keen on getting their
hands on me." Gabriel replied coyly.
Less than a second after those syllables were left his lips, a
streak of yellow and red blew past the window fast enough to make your head
spin. Slack jawed Sam muttered "Was that just-"
"Iron Man! Why the hell is Iron Man chasing you!?" Dean shouted in
exasperation as the red and yellow streak pulled a U-turn and landed quite
dramatically in the middle of the road.
There was still something deeply surreal to Dean about the
Avengers. When he first saw the Battle of New York on television, Dean
assumed it was some sort of spell or hallucination. You'd think a man who
been dealing with ghosts, gods, and demons since childhood would have an
open mind. However a lifetime spent on the outskirts of the possible only
made Dean more incredulous of the things he still hadn't
encountered. Aliens? Superheroes? Those were the things of storybooks and
fantasy. Yet The Avengers were real and at least one of them was now on a
collision course with the Impala. Dean slammed his brake lest the car go
hurtling into the superhero.
"Remember how I spent several hundred years pretending to be Loki?"
Gabriel grinned sheepishly
"You mean the maniac who tried to destroy Earth a couple weeks
ago," Sam starred back at him with disdain.
"That would be the one. It would seem that this Iron Guy and his
friends jumbled a couple facts and are convinced that this Loki fella is
masquerading as me and that I looking like me am presently him." Gabriel
explained.
"Oh, fuck." Dean groaned
Outside the car, Tony Stark, superhero billionaire extraordinaire,
sauntered up to the driver's side window like some sort of egotistical
traffic cop. When he reached his destination he wrapped his knuckles
against the window, and Dean brought it down.
Tony popped off his helmet, casually tucked it under his arm, and
let his other arm land against the roof. Dean's main concern at the moment
was whether this was going to scratch up his car, but that was a fact he
kept to himself for now. Dean also remained mum about the fact he was
pretty psyched to see Iron Man. At least from what he's seen so far, Dean
dug the dude's vibe. He was as close to a real life Batman as you could
get. And if they were meeting under different circumstances Dean may have
slipped into one of his classic `fangirl' moments. But this was the path
life had taken so Dean silently stared out the window with his classic
smartass smirk. Not that Tony noticed. He was pretty much absorbed in
himself. "Yes, it is in fact me, Tony Stark. Please hold your applause,
pick up lines, and copious thanks. I'm no hero just your run of the mill
world-saving billionaire." Tony rattled in his showboating way.
"What do you want?" Dean asked flatly.
"I'm here to pick up crazy fascist alien." Tony replied.
Dean tossed a quick glance back at Gabriel before returning his
attention to Tony. "Afraid we don't have one of those."
Tony lets out a huff. He began, "Look, kid. I'm sure you have your
reasons and all. But you're in over your head. And one way or another I'm
taking that jerk into custody. So how about you be reasonable and do the
smart thing."
Dean Winchester always had a bit of a chip on his shoulder. And the
minute the word "kid" past through Tony's mouth every instinct in his
rebellious soul was set a flame. Real life Batman or not, Dean was not
going to tolerate some rich douchey college boy condescending to him. He
might not win. But he was in for the fight. "I will." Dean said with a nod.
Tony took a step back, waiting for the door to open. But instead
the Impala's pedal hit the floor. The muscle car peeled out of there in no
time, shooting off down the road. "What the hell, Dean!?!?!" An alarmed Sam
shouted, craning back over seat to watch Stark calmly suit back up.
"Knew I could count on you idiots." Gabriel laughed.
"You shut up." Dean barked.
"Dean, this is insane. There's no way we can outrun him."
"We don't need to worry about that." Dean replied.
"Why not?" As Sam twisted back into his seat, the answer became
clear. An entire army of black SUVs was coming at them head on.
"Forgive me, Baby." Dean muttered as he pulled the wheel hard to
the left, sending the Impala off road. As the car barreled through the
cornfield, Sam braced himself and Gabriel cheered giddily. Their pursuers
were undeterred; the sea of ominous government cars poured into the pathway
the Impala had blazed. Still more vehicles were mowing through the rows on
either side of the Winchesters. The sky above turned dark as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s
massive helicarrier uncloaked. Two spotlight shone down from the ship
directly onto the Impala, which came to a sudden stop.
Baffled and infuriate Dean pounded on the wheel. "Oh, come on!" He
shouted. The cars radio cut out and the engine fell silent. Dean twisted
the key in the ignition but the Impala didn't so much as try and turn over.
Iron man zipped overhead. Not bothering to land this time, Tony
hovered in front of the car. He called out, "I'm giving you one last chance
to hand over the psychopath."
The car door flew open and Dean stormed out. Completely irate, and
bearing no actual mind to the situation at hand, Dean glared up at the
superhero. "You better not have done something to my car!" It was like the
man was completely unimpressed by the weight of the full force of the US
government was inches away from bearing down on him.
Sam was less oblivious to this reality and came scurrying out the
passenger's side, hands in the air. "Wait, wait. We don't want a
fight. There's been a huge misunderstanding. If we could just talk."
Luckily, cooler heads prevailed and Dean, Sam, and Gabriel were apprehended
without any bloodshed. The group was immediately separated
***
Dean was no stranger to interrogations. Nor was the woman who sat
across the table from him. Melinda May was a legend around S.H.I.E.L.D. for
many reasons, but first and foremost she was known for her attitude. She
took no prisoners and she tolerated no shit. This five foot four inch woman
weighed maybe a hundred pounds but with the arch of one eyebrow should
could have the burliest biggest S.H.I.E.L.D. operative quaking in their
boots. Dean was not aware of May's reputation, but he could've guessed. She
had an aura about her.
May hadn't shown a single emotion since she entered the room. Nor
had she uttered a word. She neither stared Dean down nor directly ignored
him. She simply sat in a chair, arms crossed over her chest, pokerface
locked in. Dean was familiar with the technique, quiet makes people
uncomfortable. So an interrogator need only wait for the already nervous
subject to grow more agitated and start volunteering information they
shouldn't. Dean wasn't falling for it. So they sat in absolute silence. It
was hard for the hunter. With each second that passed his urge to release
some wry quip mounted. He even tried some eye flirting, but his warden was
impervious. Over an hour in the door opened and a goofy looking dude in a
suit loped through. Smiling ear to ear Phil Coulson announced, "We're
done."
"Good." May said standing and heading out the door.
Dean wasn't about to trust this. He leaned back in his chair and
stared down the new guy, who was giving a far too friendly smile. "Just
like that? You're letting me go?"
"We never have anything against you, Dean. This was only about
getting Loki sequestered." Coulson responded.
It didn't escape Dean's notice that Coulson called him by name. It
was information the agent had which Dean certainly never provided
him. Coulson slipped it in there so casually, so Dean decided not to react
to it. Instead he let focus fall on the later part of the sentence. "You
don't have Loki sequestered." Dean replied.
"We definitely do. You shouldn't feel bad about falling for his
little games. He's a tricky one. Fooled me real good once. I'll tell you
all about it on the way." Coulson gestured for Dean to follow and turned
towards the door.
A highly skeptical Dean remained planted in his seat. "Really,
we're doing the good cop/ bad cop thing?"
Coulson laughs, "This isn't an interrogation. We know all about you
and your brother. We know you're on our side."
"I don't know what you think you know-"
"You're Dean Winchester, eldest son of Mary and John
Winchester. After a demon from your mother's past resurfaced, your father
set out on a revenge quest. He trained you and your brother to hunt ghosts,
demons and things that go bump in the night. Yada, yada, yada, you're the
chosen vessel for the archangel Michael-"
"Am I supposed to be impressed? Intimidated? Because you know a
handful of basic things?" Dean replied flatly.
"I wouldn't call what happened between you and Rhonda Hurley basic
information."
"Whoa! Whoa!" Dean shot up out of his seat. That got him
rattled. Dean had very few deep secrets in his life. But that was something
he'd never discussed outlaid with anyone... anyone other than himself.
"I'm an avid reader" Coulson replied.
Then it clicked, "Damnit, Chuck!" Dean glowered. This was the
problem with having a prophet of the Lord recording your life in pulp
novels. Coulson was done waiting around; he turned headed into the
hallway. Dean, finally agitated enough to stop thinking about this
encounter as a chess game, tromped out after him. "You think you know
everything about me because you read through a few books?"
"It's not just `a few books,' Dean. S.H.I.E.L.D. has been watching
you and your family for quite some time." Coulson replied moving swiftly
down the metallic corridor.
"You expect me to believe that?" Dean said rolling his eyes.
"You saved the world three times now. You think the nation's
biggest intelligence agency didn't notice something like that?"
"I don't know. I guess I figured if you knew the apocalypse was
coming you woulda tried to help prevent it."
"You boys seemed like you had it under control."
"God Himself had to intervene... multiple times." Dean shouted
back.
"And He did. And the Earth is still here so it's all good." Coulson
spoke as the two men passed by a huge bay door. Beyond the door was a
sprawling garage buzzing with mechanics. Gleaming among the sea of
government SUVs a pristine 1976 Chevy Impala caught Dean's eye. He took a
hard and sudden turn into the garage. At the moment some wispy nerd in a
lab coat had his head under the hood of Baby.
"Hey!" Dean's boomed across the room, the rasp in his voice rising
with his anger. "Hands off my car!"
Leo Fitz let out a yelp of pain as he hit his head on the Impala's
open hood. Startled and in a hurry he scurried backward as Dean came
marching towards him. He threw his hands up defensively. "I was simply
checking to see if there was lasting damage from the EMP we released."
Dean's eyes narrow. "You're the one who attacked my car?"
"I... not personally. I mean I designed the EMP but..." Fitz
stuttered, falling all over himself and making his deep discomfort
evident. "It's okay we can replace your engine with an upgrade cutting
edge. I could even make the car fly if you want-"
"Are you insane? This is a classic. You can't improve it." Dean
abruptly cut in. "And cars are not supposed to fly. Hell, people shouldn't
fly." He grumbled. By now Coulson was perched over Dean's shoulder,
silently giving Fitz a reassuring look.
"I apologize for touching your car," Fitz took a step back. "I
promise it won't happen again."
"Mr. Winchester," Coulson said, "If you'd continue with me. I
assume you want to meet back up with your brother."
Dean glowered back at Coulson. Any novelty that existed in this
situation had long since dissipated. At this point he was thoroughly
annoyed by all these people. He wanted to grab Sam, save Gabriel, and get
out of here ASAP. With a grunt Dean followed after Coulson leaving a
befuddled Fitz behind. Fitz looked to Simmons nearby, "Does he not know
we're in the air?" She merely shrugged.
The remains of the walk was unremarkable; Dean was sour and Coulson
was chipper. Their destination, as it turned out, was not an interrogation
room but a conference room. Seated at the table were: a black man with an
eye patch, the most generic G.I. Joe looking guy imaginable, a young asian
woman who didn't seem to want to be there, and Sam. There was an air of
congeniality around the table and Sam waved to Dean as he entered. "Dean,
this is director Fury and Agents Ward and Johnson."
"Oh delightful," Dean replied sarcastically. "Ready to blow this
place?"
"They need our help." Sam insisted.
"I don't care." Dean said flatly, annoyed but not surprised that
Sam had been making friends.
"Dean, these people. They work with the Avengers. They're heroes."
"They're cops." Dean countered.
Fury had been silent since Dean joined
them. Watching. Listening. Evaluating. "Do you think this is a game? Do you
think we brought you aboard this ship because we enjoy your company?"
"We're on a ship?" Dean asked confused.
Fury continued plowing ahead, "I need to know whether the man you
were transporting was Loki or, and I can't believe I'm saying this, the
archangel Gabriel."
Dean smirked. Finally someone who was willing to give him the fight
he'd been prepping for. "It's Gabriel. There. Solved it for you."
"Really because according to your brother here, Gabriel died." Fury
remarked.
"Yeah, he does that sometimes." Dean shrugged.
"Dean, you have to at least consider that it was Loki who popped
into our car. He's a trickster and Gabriel is plenty unpredictable." Sam
said shooting a hard look to Dean.
If Dean was approaching this in a clearheaded, logical manner, he'd
have to admit that Sam was right. But Dean didn't think logically. He
trusted his gut. So he merely clenched his jaw when he was unable to
retort. Fury nodded at Ward, who produced John Winchesters journal and set
it on the table. Dean rankled seeing that these people had taken it from
the Impala. Ward opened the book and leafed through the pages. It was Fury
who spoke though, "Your brother said he doesn't recognize this passage. Do
you?"
Dean moved to the table and gave the page a once over. The top of
the page read "To Reveal A God." Below was a spell and a brief description,
explaining the incantation when spoken in the presence of a divine being
would force them to reveal their true form. It was in John's handwriting
but it absolutely wasn't something he'd have written. And it sure as hell
wasn't in that book three hours ago. "Of course I recognize it." Dean lied
to Fury.
"Dean," Sam said with a huff. "Do not lie about this. You know as
well as I do that Gabriel or Loki or whoever manifested that page to trick
us into using it."
Sam was absolutely right. Dean knew this. Sam knew Dean knew
this. But Dean was also willing to bank on this being a play by Gabriel to
help them all. So he continued his bluff. "Dad add this to the journal in
1994 after he found a town outside of Green Bay that was sacrificing people
to a Pagan god. But now that you bring it up, why don't you take me to
Gabriel. I'll say the mumbo jumbo and we can all go."
"Works for me." Fury said getting to his feet.
"What?" Ward exclaimed, taken too off guard to contain himself. But
he quickly quieted down sinking down into his seat.
"We have no idea what this spell could even do," Sam insisted. "Let
me do some research, see if I can find the spells origins and at least
translate it to English."
"I don't have time for that." Fury replied to Dean's delight.
Sam continued on, "This plan won't even work without some sort of
control group. I mean if Gabriel doesn't react to the spell we can't rule
out that it's a dud. Unless we have an actual god to compare the reaction
to."
"Luckily we have one of those." Fury said flatly.
***
"You will rue your incursion into Midgard once you return home,
brother." Thor sneered angrily at the man in the cell before him.
Gabriel was being held in a large plexiglass cell, reminiscent of
the Hulk's specialized containment unit. However, this new cell was
`enchanted' to prevent anyone from using their powers. The cell itself was
smack in the middle of an otherwise empty room. Rows of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents
stood around the perimeter of the room, ready to draw on `Loki' at the
first sign of trouble. The entire room was under intense surveillance for
additional security. Gabriel rolled his eyes dramatically "For the last
time I am not your brother you big lug!"
There was exactly one doorway in or out of the room and it was
highly secured. It slid open just long enough for Dean, Fury, Coulson, and
Ward to enter. (Sam insisted on staying back and tracing the provenance of
the spell.) Gabriel lit up as he saw Dean, "Deano! Tell these guys you know
me."
"Already tried." Dean said with a shrug as they approached the
cell. The security in this place was utterly insane. There had to be at
least a hundred surly looking agents all staring down one man who was
already imprisoned. He of course also noted Thor's presence. The man was
everything a person would imagine from the television. Huge in every sense
of the word. Tall, bulging with muscle, his demeanor was demanding. For
most people this would be quite a big deal, but being in the presence of a
god actually made Dean feel like he was getting back to his normal beat. In
fact the strangest thing to him was how divine Thor appeared. Most the
deities Dean encountered were intentionally underwhelming. If anything
Thor's intimidating appearance almost made Dean wonder if he was puffing up
his chest to make up for something.
"Fury," Thor barked his patience waning, "Will you allow me to
bring my brother to justice now?" It was clear the god had no sense of
curiosity about Dean. Presumably he was just another of the many human cogs
in Fury's system.
"We're gonna run a test first." Fury replied.
Dean cracked open the book and located the page. Clearing his
throat he began to read. The words seemed like nonsense to Dean. Sammy said
they were in some form of ancient Greek. But Dean was relatively sure he
was pronouncing this right. He'd find out soon enough.
When Dean finished the incantation the room fell silent in a moment
of anticipation. Thor felt as if his entire body had passed through some
sort of invisible mist and a gentle sheen of light emanated from his skin,
"By Odin's beard," the God muttered.
"He's glowing." Coulson said in awe, as he stated the obvious.
"He's not the only one." Fury remarked.
Dean's eyes flit over to `Gabriel' who had become enveloped in his
own divine glow. Not only that but before everyone's eyes he transformed
into the man who had coordinated the Battle on New York. "Son of a bitch!"
Dean exclaimed when he realized that he'd been wholly had. He didn't expect
to be as hurt by the betrayal, but then he also hadn't expected to double
down so hard. And it didn't help that instead of Gabriel he was now staring
at a smug stranger.
Despite still very much being imprisoned Loki was looking extremely
proud of himself. "Well would you look at that." He chuckled.
"Lock it down." Fury commanded and that army of agents flew into
motion. Guns were drawn, clangs echoed as some unseen mechanical locks
clicked into place.
"I'd not look so pleased. Your ticket to the dungeons of Asgard has
just been signed." Thor growled.
"He's not going anywhere." Fury replied.
"You promised we'd be allowed to deal with him," Thor snapped.
"Except that this all part of Loki's plan. And we're not doing
Loki's plan." While Fury's words were for Thor his gaze was aimed pointedly
at Loki whose grin only widened as he tried not to look rattled. Fury moved
closer to the plexiglass. "You want to cut to the chase and tell me why
you'd give us a spell that unmasks you."
"You knew I was lying?" Dean realized allowed.
"I am the highest rank spy in the US government. Of course I knew
you were lying."
"Then why'd you let me say the spell."
"So I could see what'd happened." Fury replied incredulously "And
seein' as the results haven't explained this maniac's plan. We're gonna
stay here until he cracks."
"I haven't the faintest clue what you're talking about." Loki
replied.
"Dean! Don't say the spell. Dean!" Sam's voice came in from above
over a speaker system. Dean glanced to the sky to see Sam and Fitz standing
in some sort of operating theater.
"Little late, Sammy." Dean replied.
"If only someone had warned you to wait," Sam responded dryly. Dean
rolled his eyes despite the fact his younger brother was clearly correct.
"What did you find, Mr. Winchester?" Fury called out.
"This isn't a spell to identify a deity. It's an Ancient Greek rite
of spring. It's a... prayer for virility." Sam chokes out.
"What?" Dean asks confused.
"It's a sex spell." Fitz piped in to clarify.
Thor and Dean react in unison, each hit with utter shock. A quick
glance towards each other and then panicked and pointed attempt to avoid
eye contact. Loki just let out a long laugh. "Sammy, explain." Dean
growled.
"The incantation is a request for the gods and goddesses to bestow
the gifts of spring unto a mortal. If it's read in the presence of any
deity, then the reader and the deity will be.... Drawn towards each other
with increasing desire until they... well until they fuck." Sam blurted
out.
"Oh, hell no." Dean said sharply. He turned to glare at Loki for
the first time observing the god's true form. His hair was not as lustrous
as Thor's but it was long and framed a face that was almost androgynous in
its soft angles... and fuck. Dean cut away hard but his eyes landed on
Thor. Who had apparently been staring at him with a ravenous look Dean knew
all too well. The man's size was somehow even more pronounced by the glow.
Hard to imagine he was Loki's brother, Thor radiated a raw masculinity...
and fuck.
"Oopsie." Loki said with an eager grin. Whatever his plan was it
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<pre>Date: Fri, 23 Jun 2023 06:42:01 +0000 (UTC)
From: loste Lasfa <[email protected]>
Subject: Dean Does The Avengers Chapter 1
Hello! This series is a work of fiction about a characters from the TV show
Supernatural and character that belong to Marvel. I don't own the rights to
any of these characters. I don't know anything about the actors who portray
them and I don't mean to imply anything about that.
I intend for this to be a series checking into an alternate universe where
Supernatural and the MCU overlap. And I do intend to have Dean in turn
sleep with every member of the team. As I'm a gay man who writes m/m
fiction his encounters with the MUC ladies will mostly be occurring off
page. It's an ambitious fic and I have chapters in mind already for the
entire original lineup and a few of the later additions. So wish me luck
and stamina. Any comments or questions welcome at [email protected].
~~~~~ Spring 2012 ~~~~~
It was an unremarkable day in May, when the first domino fell. The
Winchesters were between cases, on a routine fishing expedition for
abnormal behavior. Sam tapping away at his phone, as Dean guided the Impala
down some backroad in Nebraska. Neither brother was paying particular
attention at the key moment. Between the routine monotony of the morning
and the endless cornfields whipping by both sides of the vehicle, the boys
were on autopilot. Then suddenly Sam let out a high pitched yelp. "What the
hell, man? I could've crashed," Dean scowled over at his brother.
"My fault, Deano." A familiar voice rang from the backseat. "I
think he was a little surprised by my sudden appearance." Dean glanced up
at his rearview mirror to see Gabriel reclining gleefully in his backseat.
The elder Winchester had a notably subdued reaction, weariness and
annoyance settling on his face. "I thought you were dead?" Dean grumbled.
"Only because I wanted you to think I was dead," Gabriel retorted.
"Don't you think showing up ruins that plan?" Sam asked turning to
face the archangel.
"Wanted, Sam, past tense. At the moment I'm hoping to get a little
bit of help."
"You're practically omnipotent, what could you possibly need us
for?" Sam asked incredulously.
"Well, you boys have established a reputation as being pretty good
at creative problem solving."
"And the problem?" Dean growled.
"Well there are some people who are pretty keen on getting their
hands on me." Gabriel replied coyly.
Less than a second after those syllables were left his lips, a
streak of yellow and red blew past the window fast enough to make your head
spin. Slack jawed Sam muttered "Was that just-"
"Iron Man! Why the hell is Iron Man chasing you!?" Dean shouted in
exasperation as the red and yellow streak pulled a U-turn and landed quite
dramatically in the middle of the road.
There was still something deeply surreal to Dean about the
Avengers. When he first saw the Battle of New York on television, Dean
assumed it was some sort of spell or hallucination. You'd think a man who
been dealing with ghosts, gods, and demons since childhood would have an
open mind. However a lifetime spent on the outskirts of the possible only
made Dean more incredulous of the things he still hadn't
encountered. Aliens? Superheroes? Those were the things of storybooks and
fantasy. Yet The Avengers were real and at least one of them was now on a
collision course with the Impala. Dean slammed his brake lest the car go
hurtling into the superhero.
"Remember how I spent several hundred years pretending to be Loki?"
Gabriel grinned sheepishly
"You mean the maniac who tried to destroy Earth a couple weeks
ago," Sam starred back at him with disdain.
"That would be the one. It would seem that this Iron Guy and his
friends jumbled a couple facts and are convinced that this Loki fella is
masquerading as me and that I looking like me am presently him." Gabriel
explained.
"Oh, fuck." Dean groaned
Outside the car, Tony Stark, superhero billionaire extraordinaire,
sauntered up to the driver's side window like some sort of egotistical
traffic cop. When he reached his destination he wrapped his knuckles
against the window, and Dean brought it down.
Tony popped off his helmet, casually tucked it under his arm, and
let his other arm land against the roof. Dean's main concern at the moment
was whether this was going to scratch up his car, but that was a fact he
kept to himself for now. Dean also remained mum about the fact he was
pretty psyched to see Iron Man. At least from what he's seen so far, Dean
dug the dude's vibe. He was as close to a real life Batman as you could
get. And if they were meeting under different circumstances Dean may have
slipped into one of his classic `fangirl' moments. But this was the path
life had taken so Dean silently stared out the window with his classic
smartass smirk. Not that Tony noticed. He was pretty much absorbed in
himself. "Yes, it is in fact me, Tony Stark. Please hold your applause,
pick up lines, and copious thanks. I'm no hero just your run of the mill
world-saving billionaire." Tony rattled in his showboating way.
"What do you want?" Dean asked flatly.
"I'm here to pick up crazy fascist alien." Tony replied.
Dean tossed a quick glance back at Gabriel before returning his
attention to Tony. "Afraid we don't have one of those."
Tony lets out a huff. He began, "Look, kid. I'm sure you have your
reasons and all. But you're in over your head. And one way or another I'm
taking that jerk into custody. So how about you be reasonable and do the
smart thing."
Dean Winchester always had a bit of a chip on his shoulder. And the
minute the word "kid" past through Tony's mouth every instinct in his
rebellious soul was set a flame. Real life Batman or not, Dean was not
going to tolerate some rich douchey college boy condescending to him. He
might not win. But he was in for the fight. "I will." Dean said with a nod.
Tony took a step back, waiting for the door to open. But instead
the Impala's pedal hit the floor. The muscle car peeled out of there in no
time, shooting off down the road. "What the hell, Dean!?!?!" An alarmed Sam
shouted, craning back over seat to watch Stark calmly suit back up.
"Knew I could count on you idiots." Gabriel laughed.
"You shut up." Dean barked.
"Dean, this is insane. There's no way we can outrun him."
"We don't need to worry about that." Dean replied.
"Why not?" As Sam twisted back into his seat, the answer became
clear. An entire army of black SUVs was coming at them head on.
"Forgive me, Baby." Dean muttered as he pulled the wheel hard to
the left, sending the Impala off road. As the car barreled through the
cornfield, Sam braced himself and Gabriel cheered giddily. Their pursuers
were undeterred; the sea of ominous government cars poured into the pathway
the Impala had blazed. Still more vehicles were mowing through the rows on
either side of the Winchesters. The sky above turned dark as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s
massive helicarrier uncloaked. Two spotlight shone down from the ship
directly onto the Impala, which came to a sudden stop.
Baffled and infuriate Dean pounded on the wheel. "Oh, come on!" He
shouted. The cars radio cut out and the engine fell silent. Dean twisted
the key in the ignition but the Impala didn't so much as try and turn over.
Iron man zipped overhead. Not bothering to land this time, Tony
hovered in front of the car. He called out, "I'm giving you one last chance
to hand over the psychopath."
The car door flew open and Dean stormed out. Completely irate, and
bearing no actual mind to the situation at hand, Dean glared up at the
superhero. "You better not have done something to my car!" It was like the
man was completely unimpressed by the weight of the full force of the US
government was inches away from bearing down on him.
Sam was less oblivious to this reality and came scurrying out the
passenger's side, hands in the air. "Wait, wait. We don't want a
fight. There's been a huge misunderstanding. If we could just talk."
Luckily, cooler heads prevailed and Dean, Sam, and Gabriel were apprehended
without any bloodshed. The group was immediately separated
***
Dean was no stranger to interrogations. Nor was the woman who sat
across the table from him. Melinda May was a legend around S.H.I.E.L.D. for
many reasons, but first and foremost she was known for her attitude. She
took no prisoners and she tolerated no shit. This five foot four inch woman
weighed maybe a hundred pounds but with the arch of one eyebrow should
could have the burliest biggest S.H.I.E.L.D. operative quaking in their
boots. Dean was not aware of May's reputation, but he could've guessed. She
had an aura about her.
May hadn't shown a single emotion since she entered the room. Nor
had she uttered a word. She neither stared Dean down nor directly ignored
him. She simply sat in a chair, arms crossed over her chest, pokerface
locked in. Dean was familiar with the technique, quiet makes people
uncomfortable. So an interrogator need only wait for the already nervous
subject to grow more agitated and start volunteering information they
shouldn't. Dean wasn't falling for it. So they sat in absolute silence. It
was hard for the hunter. With each second that passed his urge to release
some wry quip mounted. He even tried some eye flirting, but his warden was
impervious. Over an hour in the door opened and a goofy looking dude in a
suit loped through. Smiling ear to ear Phil Coulson announced, "We're
done."
"Good." May said standing and heading out the door.
Dean wasn't about to trust this. He leaned back in his chair and
stared down the new guy, who was giving a far too friendly smile. "Just
like that? You're letting me go?"
"We never have anything against you, Dean. This was only about
getting Loki sequestered." Coulson responded.
It didn't escape Dean's notice that Coulson called him by name. It
was information the agent had which Dean certainly never provided
him. Coulson slipped it in there so casually, so Dean decided not to react
to it. Instead he let focus fall on the later part of the sentence. "You
don't have Loki sequestered." Dean replied.
"We definitely do. You shouldn't feel bad about falling for his
little games. He's a tricky one. Fooled me real good once. I'll tell you
all about it on the way." Coulson gestured for Dean to follow and turned
towards the door.
A highly skeptical Dean remained planted in his seat. "Really,
we're doing the good cop/ bad cop thing?"
Coulson laughs, "This isn't an interrogation. We know all about you
and your brother. We know you're on our side."
"I don't know what you think you know-"
"You're Dean Winchester, eldest son of Mary and John
Winchester. After a demon from your mother's past resurfaced, your father
set out on a revenge quest. He trained you and your brother to hunt ghosts,
demons and things that go bump in the night. Yada, yada, yada, you're the
chosen vessel for the archangel Michael-"
"Am I supposed to be impressed? Intimidated? Because you know a
handful of basic things?" Dean replied flatly.
"I wouldn't call what happened between you and Rhonda Hurley basic
information."
"Whoa! Whoa!" Dean shot up out of his seat. That got him
rattled. Dean had very few deep secrets in his life. But that was something
he'd never discussed outlaid with anyone... anyone other than himself.
"I'm an avid reader" Coulson replied.
Then it clicked, "Damnit, Chuck!" Dean glowered. This was the
problem with having a prophet of the Lord recording your life in pulp
novels. Coulson was done waiting around; he turned headed into the
hallway. Dean, finally agitated enough to stop thinking about this
encounter as a chess game, tromped out after him. "You think you know
everything about me because you read through a few books?"
"It's not just `a few books,' Dean. S.H.I.E.L.D. has been watching
you and your family for quite some time." Coulson replied moving swiftly
down the metallic corridor.
"You expect me to believe that?" Dean said rolling his eyes.
"You saved the world three times now. You think the nation's
biggest intelligence agency didn't notice something like that?"
"I don't know. I guess I figured if you knew the apocalypse was
coming you woulda tried to help prevent it."
"You boys seemed like you had it under control."
"God Himself had to intervene... multiple times." Dean shouted
back.
"And He did. And the Earth is still here so it's all good." Coulson
spoke as the two men passed by a huge bay door. Beyond the door was a
sprawling garage buzzing with mechanics. Gleaming among the sea of
government SUVs a pristine 1976 Chevy Impala caught Dean's eye. He took a
hard and sudden turn into the garage. At the moment some wispy nerd in a
lab coat had his head under the hood of Baby.
"Hey!" Dean's boomed across the room, the rasp in his voice rising
with his anger. "Hands off my car!"
Leo Fitz let out a yelp of pain as he hit his head on the Impala's
open hood. Startled and in a hurry he scurried backward as Dean came
marching towards him. He threw his hands up defensively. "I was simply
checking to see if there was lasting damage from the EMP we released."
Dean's eyes narrow. "You're the one who attacked my car?"
"I... not personally. I mean I designed the EMP but..." Fitz
stuttered, falling all over himself and making his deep discomfort
evident. "It's okay we can replace your engine with an upgrade cutting
edge. I could even make the car fly if you want-"
"Are you insane? This is a classic. You can't improve it." Dean
abruptly cut in. "And cars are not supposed to fly. Hell, people shouldn't
fly." He grumbled. By now Coulson was perched over Dean's shoulder,
silently giving Fitz a reassuring look.
"I apologize for touching your car," Fitz took a step back. "I
promise it won't happen again."
"Mr. Winchester," Coulson said, "If you'd continue with me. I
assume you want to meet back up with your brother."
Dean glowered back at Coulson. Any novelty that existed in this
situation had long since dissipated. At this point he was thoroughly
annoyed by all these people. He wanted to grab Sam, save Gabriel, and get
out of here ASAP. With a grunt Dean followed after Coulson leaving a
befuddled Fitz behind. Fitz looked to Simmons nearby, "Does he not know
we're in the air?" She merely shrugged.
The remains of the walk was unremarkable; Dean was sour and Coulson
was chipper. Their destination, as it turned out, was not an interrogation
room but a conference room. Seated at the table were: a black man with an
eye patch, the most generic G.I. Joe looking guy imaginable, a young asian
woman who didn't seem to want to be there, and Sam. There was an air of
congeniality around the table and Sam waved to Dean as he entered. "Dean,
this is director Fury and Agents Ward and Johnson."
"Oh delightful," Dean replied sarcastically. "Ready to blow this
place?"
"They need our help." Sam insisted.
"I don't care." Dean said flatly, annoyed but not surprised that
Sam had been making friends.
"Dean, these people. They work with the Avengers. They're heroes."
"They're cops." Dean countered.
Fury had been silent since Dean joined
them. Watching. Listening. Evaluating. "Do you think this is a game? Do you
think we brought you aboard this ship because we enjoy your company?"
"We're on a ship?" Dean asked confused.
Fury continued plowing ahead, "I need to know whether the man you
were transporting was Loki or, and I can't believe I'm saying this, the
archangel Gabriel."
Dean smirked. Finally someone who was willing to give him the fight
he'd been prepping for. "It's Gabriel. There. Solved it for you."
"Really because according to your brother here, Gabriel died." Fury
remarked.
"Yeah, he does that sometimes." Dean shrugged.
"Dean, you have to at least consider that it was Loki who popped
into our car. He's a trickster and Gabriel is plenty unpredictable." Sam
said shooting a hard look to Dean.
If Dean was approaching this in a clearheaded, logical manner, he'd
have to admit that Sam was right. But Dean didn't think logically. He
trusted his gut. So he merely clenched his jaw when he was unable to
retort. Fury nodded at Ward, who produced John Winchesters journal and set
it on the table. Dean rankled seeing that these people had taken it from
the Impala. Ward opened the book and leafed through the pages. It was Fury
who spoke though, "Your brother said he doesn't recognize this passage. Do
you?"
Dean moved to the table and gave the page a once over. The top of
the page read "To Reveal A God." Below was a spell and a brief description,
explaining the incantation when spoken in the presence of a divine being
would force them to reveal their true form. It was in John's handwriting
but it absolutely wasn't something he'd have written. And it sure as hell
wasn't in that book three hours ago. "Of course I recognize it." Dean lied
to Fury.
"Dean," Sam said with a huff. "Do not lie about this. You know as
well as I do that Gabriel or Loki or whoever manifested that page to trick
us into using it."
Sam was absolutely right. Dean knew this. Sam knew Dean knew
this. But Dean was also willing to bank on this being a play by Gabriel to
help them all. So he continued his bluff. "Dad add this to the journal in
1994 after he found a town outside of Green Bay that was sacrificing people
to a Pagan god. But now that you bring it up, why don't you take me to
Gabriel. I'll say the mumbo jumbo and we can all go."
"Works for me." Fury said getting to his feet.
"What?" Ward exclaimed, taken too off guard to contain himself. But
he quickly quieted down sinking down into his seat.
"We have no idea what this spell could even do," Sam insisted. "Let
me do some research, see if I can find the spells origins and at least
translate it to English."
"I don't have time for that." Fury replied to Dean's delight.
Sam continued on, "This plan won't even work without some sort of
control group. I mean if Gabriel doesn't react to the spell we can't rule
out that it's a dud. Unless we have an actual god to compare the reaction
to."
"Luckily we have one of those." Fury said flatly.
***
"You will rue your incursion into Midgard once you return home,
brother." Thor sneered angrily at the man in the cell before him.
Gabriel was being held in a large plexiglass cell, reminiscent of
the Hulk's specialized containment unit. However, this new cell was
`enchanted' to prevent anyone from using their powers. The cell itself was
smack in the middle of an otherwise empty room. Rows of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents
stood around the perimeter of the room, ready to draw on `Loki' at the
first sign of trouble. The entire room was under intense surveillance for
additional security. Gabriel rolled his eyes dramatically "For the last
time I am not your brother you big lug!"
There was exactly one doorway in or out of the room and it was
highly secured. It slid open just long enough for Dean, Fury, Coulson, and
Ward to enter. (Sam insisted on staying back and tracing the provenance of
the spell.) Gabriel lit up as he saw Dean, "Deano! Tell these guys you know
me."
"Already tried." Dean said with a shrug as they approached the
cell. The security in this place was utterly insane. There had to be at
least a hundred surly looking agents all staring down one man who was
already imprisoned. He of course also noted Thor's presence. The man was
everything a person would imagine from the television. Huge in every sense
of the word. Tall, bulging with muscle, his demeanor was demanding. For
most people this would be quite a big deal, but being in the presence of a
god actually made Dean feel like he was getting back to his normal beat. In
fact the strangest thing to him was how divine Thor appeared. Most the
deities Dean encountered were intentionally underwhelming. If anything
Thor's intimidating appearance almost made Dean wonder if he was puffing up
his chest to make up for something.
"Fury," Thor barked his patience waning, "Will you allow me to
bring my brother to justice now?" It was clear the god had no sense of
curiosity about Dean. Presumably he was just another of the many human cogs
in Fury's system.
"We're gonna run a test first." Fury replied.
Dean cracked open the book and located the page. Clearing his
throat he began to read. The words seemed like nonsense to Dean. Sammy said
they were in some form of ancient Greek. But Dean was relatively sure he
was pronouncing this right. He'd find out soon enough.
When Dean finished the incantation the room fell silent in a moment
of anticipation. Thor felt as if his entire body had passed through some
sort of invisible mist and a gentle sheen of light emanated from his skin,
"By Odin's beard," the God muttered.
"He's glowing." Coulson said in awe, as he stated the obvious.
"He's not the only one." Fury remarked.
Dean's eyes flit over to `Gabriel' who had become enveloped in his
own divine glow. Not only that but before everyone's eyes he transformed
into the man who had coordinated the Battle on New York. "Son of a bitch!"
Dean exclaimed when he realized that he'd been wholly had. He didn't expect
to be as hurt by the betrayal, but then he also hadn't expected to double
down so hard. And it didn't help that instead of Gabriel he was now staring
at a smug stranger.
Despite still very much being imprisoned Loki was looking extremely
proud of himself. "Well would you look at that." He chuckled.
"Lock it down." Fury commanded and that army of agents flew into
motion. Guns were drawn, clangs echoed as some unseen mechanical locks
clicked into place.
"I'd not look so pleased. Your ticket to the dungeons of Asgard has
just been signed." Thor growled.
"He's not going anywhere." Fury replied.
"You promised we'd be allowed to deal with him," Thor snapped.
"Except that this all part of Loki's plan. And we're not doing
Loki's plan." While Fury's words were for Thor his gaze was aimed pointedly
at Loki whose grin only widened as he tried not to look rattled. Fury moved
closer to the plexiglass. "You want to cut to the chase and tell me why
you'd give us a spell that unmasks you."
"You knew I was lying?" Dean realized allowed.
"I am the highest rank spy in the US government. Of course I knew
you were lying."
"Then why'd you let me say the spell."
"So I could see what'd happened." Fury replied incredulously "And
seein' as the results haven't explained this maniac's plan. We're gonna
stay here until he cracks."
"I haven't the faintest clue what you're talking about." Loki
replied.
"Dean! Don't say the spell. Dean!" Sam's voice came in from above
over a speaker system. Dean glanced to the sky to see Sam and Fitz standing
in some sort of operating theater.
"Little late, Sammy." Dean replied.
"If only someone had warned you to wait," Sam responded dryly. Dean
rolled his eyes despite the fact his younger brother was clearly correct.
"What did you find, Mr. Winchester?" Fury called out.
"This isn't a spell to identify a deity. It's an Ancient Greek rite
of spring. It's a... prayer for virility." Sam chokes out.
"What?" Dean asks confused.
"It's a sex spell." Fitz piped in to clarify.
Thor and Dean react in unison, each hit with utter shock. A quick
glance towards each other and then panicked and pointed attempt to avoid
eye contact. Loki just let out a long laugh. "Sammy, explain." Dean
growled.
"The incantation is a request for the gods and goddesses to bestow
the gifts of spring unto a mortal. If it's read in the presence of any
deity, then the reader and the deity will be.... Drawn towards each other
with increasing desire until they... well until they fuck." Sam blurted
out.
"Oh, hell no." Dean said sharply. He turned to glare at Loki for
the first time observing the god's true form. His hair was not as lustrous
as Thor's but it was long and framed a face that was almost androgynous in
its soft angles... and fuck. Dean cut away hard but his eyes landed on
Thor. Who had apparently been staring at him with a ravenous look Dean knew
all too well. The man's size was somehow even more pronounced by the glow.
Hard to imagine he was Loki's brother, Thor radiated a raw masculinity...
and fuck.
"Oopsie." Loki said with an eager grin. Whatever his plan was it
seemed things were still very much on track.
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From: loste Lasfa <[email protected]>
Subject: Dean Does The Avengers Chapter 4
My plan is for this story to have a series of time jumps. This is the first
one. As such this is more of a setup for this section and we don't quite
get to any smut. But there is plenty more smut on the way.
Chapter 4
"Paint It Black"
~~~~~ Summer 2013 ~~~~
The past year had proven to be an adjustment for the brothers
Winchester. Apparently, the federal government had a strict policy against
allowing people with "no training whatsoever" into their premier spy
agency. You'd think a letter from the guy at the top of the chain would
grant them a special dispensation but `the best' Fury could do was shorten
their training time. Though the boys (accurately) suspected Fury could push
them through if he wanted to. Regardless, Sam and Dean wound up enrolled at
the SHEILD Academy, some sort of SHIELD Quantico.
Dean was predictably insufferable about this development, at least
initially. He threatened to back out several times, but Sam never wavered
and they both knew that Dean wouldn't abandon his younger brother. So Dean
showed up at the SHEILD Academy griping, reminding Sammy this was his idea
for when things inevitably went wrong. Over the intervening days Sam had,
on several occasions, attempted to talk to Dean about what had transpired
on the Helicarrier. Dean insisted that he was fine, deflecting the
conversation at every turn.
Dean was not `fine.' His dalliances with Thor and Loki had left him
deeply confused. It wasn't simply the fact Dean had never had gay sex
before (though that was a large part of his uncertainty). Dean's encounters
with the Asgardians were the best sexual experiences of his life. They were
probably the most enjoyable moments of his life period. It was certainly
the most carnal and raw he'd ever been. During sex Dean had taken charge
before but he had never so thoroughly dominated anyone. He found it
impossible to distinguish whether the spell had created those impulses in
him or had simply gotten him horny enough that he fully embraced some
buried desires of his own. Either way, he knew he had enjoyed it, and now
that he was free of magical influence those memories weren't any less
arousing.
Dean typically excelled at ignoring his unwanted thoughts and just
being Dean Winchester. But his brain kept returning to that day with Thor
and Loki and what it might mean. Maybe it was because so much was changing
at once for him. Maybe it was because of the way he'd been received at the
SHIELD Academy. The rank-and-file SHIELD grunts all whispered and stared as
he walked by. They looked at him like he was some sort of dangerous and
tempting sex god. Dean swaggered around, winking, quipping, and peacocking
like he was `supposed to.' To Dean's surprise, the male cadets seemed as
likely to flirt with him as the female cadets, and Dean surprised himself
by flirting back in every instance. The guys' forwardness made a lot more
sense when Dean heard the rumor that surveillance video of his time with
Thor was circulating through the ranks at SHIELD. The general sexual
fluidity at The Academy was also likely aided by the fact every prospective
field agent was required to go through at least cursory level `sexpionage'
courses. Dean mistakenly believed that like him Sam was exempt from that
course and Sam let him delude himself.
Dean found a bar far, far away from The Academy. And he spent
almost every night for a month trawling the place for a lay. He tried
everything with everyone. He learned what he liked, what he really liked,
and in time he came to remember that he was Dean fucking Winchester. He was
confident, charismatic, clever, powerful, intuitive, and apparently
bisexual. As the weeks ticked on Dean felt more himself than he'd ever
been. Outwardly his actions didn't change all that much, but there was a
lot less angst and a lot more fun. As much as he'd dreaded coming to The
Academy, Dean was kicking all kinds of ass. It was the kind of place that
valued good aim and quick thinking above physics. And it didn't hurt that
he was surrounded by very fit twenty-somethings who looked at him like a
sex god.
It was the final week in June and Sam and Dean's final week at The
Academy. While every other member of their graduating class was gathered in
a lecture hall preparing for a `surprise guest' lecturer, Sam found himself
waiting outside Dean's door. With his back planted against the wall and his
arms firmly folded across his chest, Sam broadcast every bit of his
irritation. After the unmistakable sounds of a woman orgasming, Sam had
assumed Dean would emerge but it had become clear that he was going for a
second (or maybe third) round with his mystery woman. The younger
Winchester contemplated abandoning Dean when he heard a familiar voice
call, "Why if it isn't Samuel Winchester."
Sam turned to see Agent Fitz making his way down the hall, Simmons
a few steps behind. A smile sprung to Sam's face, "What are you guys doing
here?"
"It's graduation week. We're repping the science and tech division
and scouting the best recruits." Fitz explained.
"We'd make an offer to you, but you're already spoken for." Simmons
continued as she trailed behind.
"Aren't the graduates supposed to be in lecture hall C right now?"
Fitz asked.
"Yeah," Sam said with a sheepish nod. "I'm waiting for-" Sam was
cut off mid-sentence by another euphoric moan from behind the door.
Fitz smirked, "Dean's getting along well then?"
"A little too well, maybe." Sam laughed.
"Little piece of advice... I wouldn't drag my heels if I were
you. If Dean's late that's on him."
"Damn, Fitz. What I ever do to you?" Dean sauntered out of his room
wearing a conspicuously unbuttoned henley and skin-tight jeans. He had a
post-coital glow and a particularly wide grin.
"Uh, I... Umm," Fitz stumbled on his words for a moment,
immediately disarmed by Dean. He recovered quickly enough though, he'd seen
the man in far more provocative ways. "It wasn't about you. I simply feel
you wouldn't want to miss the guest speaker."
"Don't worry. The speaker is running late." Dean winked at Fitz.
Natasha Romanov, the Black Widow herself, emerged from the doorway
behind Dean. Natasha casually brushed a hand through her messy
tresses. Fitz, Simmons, and Sam all reacted with silent shock, much to
Dean's chagrin. Unlike the proud hunter, the redheaded bombshell wore no
expression on her face. It was clear what had occurred and she had
absolutely no shame. In fact, as her eyes fell on the others they were the
ones unable to make eye contact. In a calm monotone, she said, "You think
that I'm your guest speaker?"
"Aren't you?" Dean asked. "I mean, you're a freaking Avenger."
She blinked flatly at him, "What about me would suggest to you that
I do inspirational speeches?"
"Then what are you doing here?" Dean responded.
"That's on a need-to-know basis." Natasha grabbed Dean's arm and
scrawled a phone number on it. "If you try to contact me for any reason
other than sex I will kill you." With that, she turned and walked away,
Fitz and Simmons parted to allow her passage.
"What just happened?" Sam said dumbfounded.
"I'll tell you when you get older." Dean waggled his eyebrows.
Simmons cleared her throat, "I'm not sure what things here are like
now, but when we went here the final lecture was quite mandatory."
"You're right." Sam started, "We should get-" Before Sam could
finish his sentence a phone trilled from the far end of the hall. Black
Widow slipped a cell from her pocket. She glanced down and slowed to a
stop. Turning around Natasha shot daggers at the elder Winchester.
Although Dean was the subject of this scowl, he only flashed a
cheeky grin as he pulled his open phone from his pocket and lifted it to
his ear. Natasha's voice poured from the phone icy and sharp, "I wasn't
kidding when I said I'd kill you."
"Then I guess it's a good thing this is a booty call." Dean purred
into the phone.
Simmons and Fitz went wide-eyed. Considering the last time they saw
Dean he was spanking a literal god, the hunter's gall shouldn't be a
surprise. But the SHIELD agents had chalked up that arrogance to the
effects of Loki's spell. It seemed he'd grown quite comfortable wearing
that personality in everyday life. Though judging from Sam's visible
embarrassment, Fitz assumed Dean's current flex was a bit much by any
standard.
In any case, Natasha hung up her phone, waited for a beat, and
looped back around towards the group. Her eye honed in on Dean as she
approached, her moves quiet and purposeful. Tension permeated the hallway,
the onlookers on pins and needles as to what would happen when the former
Soviet spy reached the preening Winchester. Natasha walked right past Dean,
slinking back into his room, and the group let out a collective breath
they'd been holding. Dean merely winked at Sam, "You're going to have to
attend that lecture yourself, Sammy." Dean disappeared into the room,
slamming the door shut behind him.
***
Few men in history commanded as much universal respect as Steve
Rogers. Steve was strong but kind, wise yet humble, harsh but just, and
painfully handsome to boot. He was an impossibly perfect human whose gentle
demeanor and open mind helped him to meet the unreasonably high
expectations everyone had for him. So it was no surprise that when Captain
America was announced as the senior class's special guest speaker a
palpable excitement filled the room.
Upon entering the lecture hall, Steve was greeted with voracious
cheers from a throng of starry-eyed cadets, Sam Winchester included. Rogers
had made his best attempt to dress for the setting, in a formal button-up
and crisply pressed pants. Given how taut it was around the biceps and
chest, Sam guessed that they didn't make dress shirts for men with Cap's
shape. Whether it was his reputation or his physique, he had the crowd's
undivided attention. They watched on baited breath desperately hoping the
man before them would live up to the legend in their minds and to a person
they decided he did. Perhaps Dean would've been equally enthralled if he
had been present but nearly an hour into the lecture, Dean was nowhere to
be found.
"I know graduation feels like an ending, after all, it is the
culmination of years of hard work. But in the grand scheme, it is only the
beginning of your journey. " Steve intoned as he stood before the
crowd. The hushed silence was shattered when a door in the back swung
open. Experienced orator that he was, Cap didn't let the distraction throw
off the rhythm of his speech. However, he drew his gaze slide past the
crowd and to the source of the intrusion, making no effort to hide his
displeasure.
The moment Dean set foot in the room he recognized the man at the
podium. With his square jaw, dazzling blue eyes, Herculean musculature, and
calming aura there was no mistaking the Avenger's identity. Dean was
admittedly taken aback to find the Captain America was here in the
flesh. He was also keenly aware that the superhero was giving him the stink
eye, but Dean, impudent as he was, refused to wilt under it. Steve made
silent note of the response and returned his attention to the crowd.
Dean made his way toward Sam, employing zero subtly in the
process. "I miss anything interesting, Sammy?"
Sam swiveled back to face his brother. He whispered, "It's Captain
America. What do you think?"
"I think Thor has some competition for best tits on the Avengers."
Dean quipped. Given the size of the room, it would be hard for Steve not to
notice the chatter. He shot one last silent warning and Sam felt utterly
mortified. Dean grinned an overconfident smirk and locked eyes with the
hero. At that moment, Steve knew exactly who he was dealing with.
Determined to press his luck to its breaking point, Dean continued "I mean
the rumors about his hotness are not exaggerated."
Steve found the right moment to pause in his speech. He let out a
heavy sigh and arched an eyebrow, "Gentlemen, I believe we're all old
enough to know how you're supposed to behave in a classroom setting."
All the color drained from Sam's face as he was once admonished
directly. Defiantly Dean shot back, "You certainly are."
"Dean!" Sam shouted. His head snapped over to address Rogers,
"We're so sorry, sir."
Dean rolled his eyes, "Speaker for yourself."
Steve remained stonefaced through the entire interaction, making a
mental note of the behavior. He could tell that Dean was fishing for a
reaction and was not willing to give him one. Of course, that also meant he
couldn't simply back down. "There are people who came here to listen. Be
respectful of them."
"Oh please," Dean grumbled "You stopped your speech to go on this
little power trip. Which is a much bigger distraction than anything I was
doing."
"Listen, son-"
"I ain't your son. But play your cards right and you might get to
call me Daddy." Dean winked flirtatiously at Steve.
Steve continued to glower at the hunter. "You done?"
"I'm just beginning." Dean grinned.
A look of annoyance flickered across Steve's face, and in Dean's
book, any reaction was a victory. After all, he liked the game almost as
much as he liked sex. "Talk again and I'm kicking you out." The Avenger
said flatly and returned his attention to the crowd. "Sorry about that,
folks. Now I believe I was talking about responsibility..."
Dean played with the idea of piping up again to see what Cap would
do. He didn't doubt the Captain would call him out again, but he found it
hard to imagine he'd start a fistfight in the middle of this classroom. To
everyone's relief, the elder Winchester remained silent. Steve finished his
speech, received a crushing round of applause, and left the room. One of
the professors rambled on for a few more moments and excused the class.
Dean's outburst quickly became a matter of discussion and
gossip. Reception was mixed. It seemed like the majority of those present
felt Dean had been unnecessarily obnoxious. But there was particular
interest in Dean's unabashed attempt to hit on Steve Rogers. The senior
class was pretty much unanimous in their verdict that they would be hot
together.
Sam spent a solid two hours spinning out over his brother's actions
and then continued this at seemingly random intervals for the rest of the
evening. He ranted and raved at Dean for his immature and unprofessional
behavior. He reminded Dean that they were the oldest students here and
insisted they should be mature. Dean remind Sam he never wanted to come
here in the first place, and argued he thought the entire concept was
stupid. Unlike Dean's new groupies, Sam knew him his whole life. And he
realized how much his hardass brother would cheese out over the concept of
superheroes. He refused to believe Dean wasn't having the time of his life
and it drove him insane that he'd act out like this when they were at the
finish line.
Over the next few days, Dean kept an eye out for Steve. But Captain
America didn't show his face at any other graduation week activities. This
was of course a massive disappointment. Dean took a further blow to his ego
when he attempted to call Natasha for another booty call, and she allowed
it to go voicemail. Dean kept that occurrence to himself. However, somehow
the vast majority of the student body came to learn that Dean had bedded a
second Avenger.
***
Senior week was drawing to a close and only one event remained
before the cadets received offers: the Fourth of July barbecue. It was a
relatively modest affair hosted on The Academy's private beach. As the
Winchesters arrived, the party was already in full swing. Sam was
apparelled in a modest pair of swim trunks and a baggy T-shirt. Dean had
hopped on the opportunity to slip into a bright red Speedo, which left
nothing to the imagination. He coupled this with an unbuttoned Hawaiin
shirt. It was hard to believe that a year ago he'd likely have been more
covered up than even Sam.
As the boys approached, Dean's face lit up. He should've known that
Steve would be at a Fourth of July celebration. The Avenger was manning the
grill and drinking a beer, in what was perhaps the purest example of
Americana imaginable. Steve's beachwear, however, was a letdown. He wore a
white tank top that clung to his amazing chest and a pair of... jeans? Even
so, Dean was literally licking his lips, "Time to cross another Avenger off
my bucket list."
It took a minute for Sam to put the pieces together but when he did
his body was gripped by terror. "Dean! Do not embarrass us any more than
you have."
"Lighten up, Sammy. The man beat back an alien invasion in New
York. He can handle some light flirting."
"You weren't flirting. You were being a jackass." Sam grunted.
"Sometimes flirting is about being a jackass," Dean said smugly.
At the edge of the beach, a small folding table was set up and
manned by Academy staff. Fitz and Simmons were among them. The very second
Dean's foot hit the sand the Scottsman's voice called out, "Afternoon,
guys."
The hunters gave a pilot nod and waved at Fitz and meant to
continue on their way. But the agent chased after them. "Dean, Dean" Fitz
chirped. "I can't let you on the beach."
The Winchesters paused and looked to Fitz. Dean looked particularly
confused "Why the hell not."
Fitz swallowed "This event is exclusively for graduating cadets."
"And..." Dean asked.
Fitz sighed. "No one has reached out to you yet?"
A peel of laughter escaped Sam's mouth. "You had to go and piss off
Captain America. Didn't you!?"
Dean's face twisted in outrage. "You're fucking kidding me? You're
telling me that he got them to pull me from the program." Dean's head
snapped to the side and he realized that Steve was staring directly at
him. Dean's blood boiled, and he could swear the other man was smirking.
Sam balled his fist in rage and looked at Fitz. "You know Dean
thought he was flirting. Flirting!"
"With Captain America." Fitz mumbled "The man's made of
granite. Hot granite but... granite."
Dean wasn't listening to the exchange. He was too busy fuming. "He
can't do this. I was hand-picked by Nick Fury. I was recruited to help lead
a new division of SHIELD."
Cap set down his tongs and relinquished the grill. He slowly mosied
over to the group silently enjoying the elder Winchester's meltdown.
Fitz shrugged. "I don't make the calls. But he's Captain America."
Dean gestured to the approaching Avenger. "He's wearing jeans on a
beach! You're going to trust the word of a man who wears jeans on a beach
before me?!"
Cap slowed to a stop before the trio. Dean locked on and charged
towards him. "You got me kicked out of The Academy because I talked in one
lecture?! You petty, insecure asshole." 
 Cap took the insults,
as any expected he would, with a calm dignified air. He was a marked
counterpoint to Dean's frenetic energy. "You're not ready to graduate."
"Not ready?" Dean spat back at him. "I have been fighting since I
was four years old. I outshot half of my instructors on the range. I have
survived situations that these kids couldn't dream of. And have mentioned
of the two of us here only one of us successfully killed Hitler."
Steve nodded in agreement. Then said, "You don't follow orders,
Dean."
Dean let out a warm breath, his frenzied outrage becoming usurped
by cold anger. He straightened his spine and looked the other man dead in
the eye. "No. I don't."
"SHIELD is a military organization. You need to follow orders."
Steve said simply.
Dean shook his head, "You know what? Fuck it. We don't need
you. You asked us to be here. We're doing fine on our own."
Dean turned to leave, but Sam shot a pleading look at Steve. "There
must be some way to work this out. We could do so much good here."
"No one is pulling your offer, Sam," Cap replied.
That really got under Dean's skin. The idea that this man would try
to play Sam against him. He whipped around and glared at Cap. "Fuck you."
"Dean, calm down." An exhausted Sam said. Hurt flashed on Dean's
face as he realized that Sam intended to stay, with or without him. Of
course, he did. Sam gave Cap a wide-eyed look. "Sir, is there some way for
Dean to convince you?"
"Well, he could apologize for his outburst." Steve shrugged. Dean
gritted his teeth together. There would be no apology. "Or he could follow
me." Steve continued.
With those words, Steve Rogers began jogging off down the beach.
Dean looked back over at Sam who mouthed a simple "please." He
hesitated a moment, then he took off after Steve.
***
"Let me be clear about this," Steve said as he jogged along the
beach. "You can apologize at any point and we'll turn around."
"Save it." Dean snarled as he sprinted after the superhero. He may
not have government-funded steroids like Steve, but he was burning through
a deep well of pure rage. Rage at Steve for trying to pull this shit. Rage
at Sam for not immediately walking away with him. Rage at himself for
letting Sam pull him back.
Dean's feet crashed into the sand as he closed the distance between
Steve and himself, gaining ground until he was running beside the
Avenger. Steve, casually flew along the shore in his jeans. Without the
slightest sign of struggle to him, he let his eyes drift to the side now
and then to check on Dean. "You don't have to keep up with me you
know. This is going to take a while."
Dean remained silent. It was a matter of pride not one of
reason. He would not let this man get the better of him. He would not
break. To his credit, Dean did a very impressive job of keeping pace with
Steve for about a mile. But eventually, his thighs started to burn. There
wasn't a single bead of sweat on Cap's forehead. He hadn't broken his
stride once and Dean was forced to acknowledge some of the physical
realities he was up against.
Dean glanced back over his shoulder. They were far enough from the
rest of the campus to ensure no one would see them. That would at least
help Dean coddle his pride a bit as he started to slow. Steve kept his gaze
ahead and called out simply, "Ready to apologize."
"Nothing to apologize for." Dean bit back with all the smarm he
could force into his voice. Steve returned to his silence and Dean ran at
his heels. He'd be lying if he didn't admit to admiring the view. As
infuriating as Cap had turned out to be he had a set of cakes like none
other. Those two fat juicy globes of muscle rose and fell with each step he
took. And watching that could easily have been enough reward to motivate
Dean alone.
"When I was a kid, I never thought I'd be anyone special," Steve
spoke up, neither slowing nor turning to face Dean. "I was scared and I was
weak and that didn't bother me. It felt right."
Dean clenched his jaw, trying to ignore whatever Steve was saying
and focus on the crashing of the waves. But Cap's voice was deep and
alluring. "I didn't care about myself but that didn't mean I didn't care. I
cared a hell of a lot about the world around me. I figured if I was so
unimportant I'd put my life towards helping people who matter. Then
something strange happened... someone decided I was going to be important."
Cap slowed to a halt and turned to face Dean. The hunter had fallen
more than a few paces behind and was starting to breathe a bit heavier. He
dropped his arms to his side and let his sprint slow to a meander. Steve
watched him with a kind of knowing expression, his eyes big and blue and
sympathetic as they found Dean's. Steve continued, "You live your life
content to be rank and file, and then outta the blue, you learn you have a
destiny... that kinda whiplash can really mess with a guy."
"I know what you're doing..." Dean panted.
"Of course you do." Steve nodded "You're smart Dean. You're
compassionate. You're loyal. You're brave. And you got grit, the real fight
until you your dying breath kinda grit." Steve's eyes flit over Dean
analytically. "We got a lot in common you and I."
Having finally, caught up to Steve, Dean planted his feet in the
sand. "So you read my file."
Steve nodded. "I looked at it all. Pscyhe eval, history. Hell, I
even thumbed through that book series God wrote about you."
"Seems a bit overkill for a guy who talked during class." Dean
grinned. He knew that he'd gotten to the guy but it seems Steve had been
thinking about him A LOT.
Steve just laughed. "This isn't because of the speech. It was
because you fucked my boyfriend."
Dean was so shocked by hearing Captain America say `fuck' that he
didn't even register the intent of the statement. He wobbled back on his
heels. "Did you just curse?"
Steve's knowing smirk grew wider, "You're really surprised that an
army man knows a few four-letter words? I take being a role model
seriously. But we're all alone and I get the sense you can handle some
honesty."
Dean's mind finally started unpacking the rest of that
statement. "And you said boyfriend? As in a guy? As in-"
"I'm bisexual." Steve said firmly, "Glad people got hip to that
since my day. Though the barracks were plenty busy even in the sixties."
Dean shook his head. "But... I fucked your boyfriend? When did
I..."
"I can't blame you, Dean. After all, you couldn't be expected to `
turn down a slutty blonde with a huge rack'."
Dean's eyes went wide. "Thor!?" Steve answered with a solemn
nod. "Thor and you are?" Steve nodded again. "You and Thor?"
"Like bunnies," Steve said, quietly enjoying the few as Dean's
bratty know-it-all exterior dissolved before his very eyes.
Dean tried to wrap his head around the thought of Steve and Thor
getting hot and heavy together. "But he said he'd never had gay sex
before."
"He'd never been fucked before." Steve corrected. He watched Dean's
eyes light up with hope.
"So does that mean you're a bottom?" Dean asked chewing his lower
lip.
Steve let out a deep laugh. "I bottom for Thor for the same reason
I wear jeans on the beach." As Steve spoke his hands moved to the base of
his shirt. He peeled the tank off his body to reveal his chiseled torso.
Slack-jawed Dean watched, managing only to drool on himself a
little. He didn't figure out why Steve was disrobing until Cap tossed his
shirt on the sand. It landed next to a sign that declared they were now
entering a nude beach. Dean stammered out "What?"
"My cock is too big," Steve said bluntly. The zipper of his jeans
and out flopped Steve Rogers' penis. Even completely soft the super
soldier's manhood rivaled that of the gods'. Steve was about a foot long
and thick as a beer can. And as he shimmied out of those jeans he revealed
a set of balls that were roughly the size of kiwis.
For all his charm and witty banter, all Dean could do was stand and
stare. Steve savored the silence and enjoyed the look on the other man's
face. "You see the problem? It takes someone very skilled with an absurdly
large ego to handle something like this." Steve grabbed his massive manhood
and squeezed it. "I'm talking about a person who thinks they're stronger
than a god."
There was a hunger in Dean's eyes as he stared at Steve's
package. He had never seen a dick that big in his life. Steve may be the
most hung man in history. Dean couldn't imagine how that would feel... but
he also suspected he may not have to wonder. "I knew you were flirting with
me."
Steve sighed heavily. "Oh, Dean. You have so much to learn
still. Lose the clothes and get moving."
Steve took off running once more, but now he was moving backward so
he was still facing Dean. Steve's obnoxiously long cock slapped against his
legs and his heaven-sent pecs bounced with each step. Dean frantically
clawed his clothes off and took off after him.
Hope you enjoyed it! I always welcome any feedback, suggestions, or
questions at [email protected]. Hopefully, it won't take me as long to
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<pre>Date: Sat, 27 Jan 2024 00:01:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: loste Lasfa <[email protected]>
Subject: Dean Does The Avengers Chapter 4
My plan is for this story to have a series of time jumps. This is the first
one. As such this is more of a setup for this section and we don't quite
get to any smut. But there is plenty more smut on the way.
Chapter 4
"Paint It Black"
~~~~~ Summer 2013 ~~~~
The past year had proven to be an adjustment for the brothers
Winchester. Apparently, the federal government had a strict policy against
allowing people with "no training whatsoever" into their premier spy
agency. You'd think a letter from the guy at the top of the chain would
grant them a special dispensation but `the best' Fury could do was shorten
their training time. Though the boys (accurately) suspected Fury could push
them through if he wanted to. Regardless, Sam and Dean wound up enrolled at
the SHEILD Academy, some sort of SHIELD Quantico.
Dean was predictably insufferable about this development, at least
initially. He threatened to back out several times, but Sam never wavered
and they both knew that Dean wouldn't abandon his younger brother. So Dean
showed up at the SHEILD Academy griping, reminding Sammy this was his idea
for when things inevitably went wrong. Over the intervening days Sam had,
on several occasions, attempted to talk to Dean about what had transpired
on the Helicarrier. Dean insisted that he was fine, deflecting the
conversation at every turn.
Dean was not `fine.' His dalliances with Thor and Loki had left him
deeply confused. It wasn't simply the fact Dean had never had gay sex
before (though that was a large part of his uncertainty). Dean's encounters
with the Asgardians were the best sexual experiences of his life. They were
probably the most enjoyable moments of his life period. It was certainly
the most carnal and raw he'd ever been. During sex Dean had taken charge
before but he had never so thoroughly dominated anyone. He found it
impossible to distinguish whether the spell had created those impulses in
him or had simply gotten him horny enough that he fully embraced some
buried desires of his own. Either way, he knew he had enjoyed it, and now
that he was free of magical influence those memories weren't any less
arousing.
Dean typically excelled at ignoring his unwanted thoughts and just
being Dean Winchester. But his brain kept returning to that day with Thor
and Loki and what it might mean. Maybe it was because so much was changing
at once for him. Maybe it was because of the way he'd been received at the
SHIELD Academy. The rank-and-file SHIELD grunts all whispered and stared as
he walked by. They looked at him like he was some sort of dangerous and
tempting sex god. Dean swaggered around, winking, quipping, and peacocking
like he was `supposed to.' To Dean's surprise, the male cadets seemed as
likely to flirt with him as the female cadets, and Dean surprised himself
by flirting back in every instance. The guys' forwardness made a lot more
sense when Dean heard the rumor that surveillance video of his time with
Thor was circulating through the ranks at SHIELD. The general sexual
fluidity at The Academy was also likely aided by the fact every prospective
field agent was required to go through at least cursory level `sexpionage'
courses. Dean mistakenly believed that like him Sam was exempt from that
course and Sam let him delude himself.
Dean found a bar far, far away from The Academy. And he spent
almost every night for a month trawling the place for a lay. He tried
everything with everyone. He learned what he liked, what he really liked,
and in time he came to remember that he was Dean fucking Winchester. He was
confident, charismatic, clever, powerful, intuitive, and apparently
bisexual. As the weeks ticked on Dean felt more himself than he'd ever
been. Outwardly his actions didn't change all that much, but there was a
lot less angst and a lot more fun. As much as he'd dreaded coming to The
Academy, Dean was kicking all kinds of ass. It was the kind of place that
valued good aim and quick thinking above physics. And it didn't hurt that
he was surrounded by very fit twenty-somethings who looked at him like a
sex god.
It was the final week in June and Sam and Dean's final week at The
Academy. While every other member of their graduating class was gathered in
a lecture hall preparing for a `surprise guest' lecturer, Sam found himself
waiting outside Dean's door. With his back planted against the wall and his
arms firmly folded across his chest, Sam broadcast every bit of his
irritation. After the unmistakable sounds of a woman orgasming, Sam had
assumed Dean would emerge but it had become clear that he was going for a
second (or maybe third) round with his mystery woman. The younger
Winchester contemplated abandoning Dean when he heard a familiar voice
call, "Why if it isn't Samuel Winchester."
Sam turned to see Agent Fitz making his way down the hall, Simmons
a few steps behind. A smile sprung to Sam's face, "What are you guys doing
here?"
"It's graduation week. We're repping the science and tech division
and scouting the best recruits." Fitz explained.
"We'd make an offer to you, but you're already spoken for." Simmons
continued as she trailed behind.
"Aren't the graduates supposed to be in lecture hall C right now?"
Fitz asked.
"Yeah," Sam said with a sheepish nod. "I'm waiting for-" Sam was
cut off mid-sentence by another euphoric moan from behind the door.
Fitz smirked, "Dean's getting along well then?"
"A little too well, maybe." Sam laughed.
"Little piece of advice... I wouldn't drag my heels if I were
you. If Dean's late that's on him."
"Damn, Fitz. What I ever do to you?" Dean sauntered out of his room
wearing a conspicuously unbuttoned henley and skin-tight jeans. He had a
post-coital glow and a particularly wide grin.
"Uh, I... Umm," Fitz stumbled on his words for a moment,
immediately disarmed by Dean. He recovered quickly enough though, he'd seen
the man in far more provocative ways. "It wasn't about you. I simply feel
you wouldn't want to miss the guest speaker."
"Don't worry. The speaker is running late." Dean winked at Fitz.
Natasha Romanov, the Black Widow herself, emerged from the doorway
behind Dean. Natasha casually brushed a hand through her messy
tresses. Fitz, Simmons, and Sam all reacted with silent shock, much to
Dean's chagrin. Unlike the proud hunter, the redheaded bombshell wore no
expression on her face. It was clear what had occurred and she had
absolutely no shame. In fact, as her eyes fell on the others they were the
ones unable to make eye contact. In a calm monotone, she said, "You think
that I'm your guest speaker?"
"Aren't you?" Dean asked. "I mean, you're a freaking Avenger."
She blinked flatly at him, "What about me would suggest to you that
I do inspirational speeches?"
"Then what are you doing here?" Dean responded.
"That's on a need-to-know basis." Natasha grabbed Dean's arm and
scrawled a phone number on it. "If you try to contact me for any reason
other than sex I will kill you." With that, she turned and walked away,
Fitz and Simmons parted to allow her passage.
"What just happened?" Sam said dumbfounded.
"I'll tell you when you get older." Dean waggled his eyebrows.
Simmons cleared her throat, "I'm not sure what things here are like
now, but when we went here the final lecture was quite mandatory."
"You're right." Sam started, "We should get-" Before Sam could
finish his sentence a phone trilled from the far end of the hall. Black
Widow slipped a cell from her pocket. She glanced down and slowed to a
stop. Turning around Natasha shot daggers at the elder Winchester.
Although Dean was the subject of this scowl, he only flashed a
cheeky grin as he pulled his open phone from his pocket and lifted it to
his ear. Natasha's voice poured from the phone icy and sharp, "I wasn't
kidding when I said I'd kill you."
"Then I guess it's a good thing this is a booty call." Dean purred
into the phone.
Simmons and Fitz went wide-eyed. Considering the last time they saw
Dean he was spanking a literal god, the hunter's gall shouldn't be a
surprise. But the SHIELD agents had chalked up that arrogance to the
effects of Loki's spell. It seemed he'd grown quite comfortable wearing
that personality in everyday life. Though judging from Sam's visible
embarrassment, Fitz assumed Dean's current flex was a bit much by any
standard.
In any case, Natasha hung up her phone, waited for a beat, and
looped back around towards the group. Her eye honed in on Dean as she
approached, her moves quiet and purposeful. Tension permeated the hallway,
the onlookers on pins and needles as to what would happen when the former
Soviet spy reached the preening Winchester. Natasha walked right past Dean,
slinking back into his room, and the group let out a collective breath
they'd been holding. Dean merely winked at Sam, "You're going to have to
attend that lecture yourself, Sammy." Dean disappeared into the room,
slamming the door shut behind him.
***
Few men in history commanded as much universal respect as Steve
Rogers. Steve was strong but kind, wise yet humble, harsh but just, and
painfully handsome to boot. He was an impossibly perfect human whose gentle
demeanor and open mind helped him to meet the unreasonably high
expectations everyone had for him. So it was no surprise that when Captain
America was announced as the senior class's special guest speaker a
palpable excitement filled the room.
Upon entering the lecture hall, Steve was greeted with voracious
cheers from a throng of starry-eyed cadets, Sam Winchester included. Rogers
had made his best attempt to dress for the setting, in a formal button-up
and crisply pressed pants. Given how taut it was around the biceps and
chest, Sam guessed that they didn't make dress shirts for men with Cap's
shape. Whether it was his reputation or his physique, he had the crowd's
undivided attention. They watched on baited breath desperately hoping the
man before them would live up to the legend in their minds and to a person
they decided he did. Perhaps Dean would've been equally enthralled if he
had been present but nearly an hour into the lecture, Dean was nowhere to
be found.
"I know graduation feels like an ending, after all, it is the
culmination of years of hard work. But in the grand scheme, it is only the
beginning of your journey. " Steve intoned as he stood before the
crowd. The hushed silence was shattered when a door in the back swung
open. Experienced orator that he was, Cap didn't let the distraction throw
off the rhythm of his speech. However, he drew his gaze slide past the
crowd and to the source of the intrusion, making no effort to hide his
displeasure.
The moment Dean set foot in the room he recognized the man at the
podium. With his square jaw, dazzling blue eyes, Herculean musculature, and
calming aura there was no mistaking the Avenger's identity. Dean was
admittedly taken aback to find the Captain America was here in the
flesh. He was also keenly aware that the superhero was giving him the stink
eye, but Dean, impudent as he was, refused to wilt under it. Steve made
silent note of the response and returned his attention to the crowd.
Dean made his way toward Sam, employing zero subtly in the
process. "I miss anything interesting, Sammy?"
Sam swiveled back to face his brother. He whispered, "It's Captain
America. What do you think?"
"I think Thor has some competition for best tits on the Avengers."
Dean quipped. Given the size of the room, it would be hard for Steve not to
notice the chatter. He shot one last silent warning and Sam felt utterly
mortified. Dean grinned an overconfident smirk and locked eyes with the
hero. At that moment, Steve knew exactly who he was dealing with.
Determined to press his luck to its breaking point, Dean continued "I mean
the rumors about his hotness are not exaggerated."
Steve found the right moment to pause in his speech. He let out a
heavy sigh and arched an eyebrow, "Gentlemen, I believe we're all old
enough to know how you're supposed to behave in a classroom setting."
All the color drained from Sam's face as he was once admonished
directly. Defiantly Dean shot back, "You certainly are."
"Dean!" Sam shouted. His head snapped over to address Rogers,
"We're so sorry, sir."
Dean rolled his eyes, "Speaker for yourself."
Steve remained stonefaced through the entire interaction, making a
mental note of the behavior. He could tell that Dean was fishing for a
reaction and was not willing to give him one. Of course, that also meant he
couldn't simply back down. "There are people who came here to listen. Be
respectful of them."
"Oh please," Dean grumbled "You stopped your speech to go on this
little power trip. Which is a much bigger distraction than anything I was
doing."
"Listen, son-"
"I ain't your son. But play your cards right and you might get to
call me Daddy." Dean winked flirtatiously at Steve.
Steve continued to glower at the hunter. "You done?"
"I'm just beginning." Dean grinned.
A look of annoyance flickered across Steve's face, and in Dean's
book, any reaction was a victory. After all, he liked the game almost as
much as he liked sex. "Talk again and I'm kicking you out." The Avenger
said flatly and returned his attention to the crowd. "Sorry about that,
folks. Now I believe I was talking about responsibility..."
Dean played with the idea of piping up again to see what Cap would
do. He didn't doubt the Captain would call him out again, but he found it
hard to imagine he'd start a fistfight in the middle of this classroom. To
everyone's relief, the elder Winchester remained silent. Steve finished his
speech, received a crushing round of applause, and left the room. One of
the professors rambled on for a few more moments and excused the class.
Dean's outburst quickly became a matter of discussion and
gossip. Reception was mixed. It seemed like the majority of those present
felt Dean had been unnecessarily obnoxious. But there was particular
interest in Dean's unabashed attempt to hit on Steve Rogers. The senior
class was pretty much unanimous in their verdict that they would be hot
together.
Sam spent a solid two hours spinning out over his brother's actions
and then continued this at seemingly random intervals for the rest of the
evening. He ranted and raved at Dean for his immature and unprofessional
behavior. He reminded Dean that they were the oldest students here and
insisted they should be mature. Dean remind Sam he never wanted to come
here in the first place, and argued he thought the entire concept was
stupid. Unlike Dean's new groupies, Sam knew him his whole life. And he
realized how much his hardass brother would cheese out over the concept of
superheroes. He refused to believe Dean wasn't having the time of his life
and it drove him insane that he'd act out like this when they were at the
finish line.
Over the next few days, Dean kept an eye out for Steve. But Captain
America didn't show his face at any other graduation week activities. This
was of course a massive disappointment. Dean took a further blow to his ego
when he attempted to call Natasha for another booty call, and she allowed
it to go voicemail. Dean kept that occurrence to himself. However, somehow
the vast majority of the student body came to learn that Dean had bedded a
second Avenger.
***
Senior week was drawing to a close and only one event remained
before the cadets received offers: the Fourth of July barbecue. It was a
relatively modest affair hosted on The Academy's private beach. As the
Winchesters arrived, the party was already in full swing. Sam was
apparelled in a modest pair of swim trunks and a baggy T-shirt. Dean had
hopped on the opportunity to slip into a bright red Speedo, which left
nothing to the imagination. He coupled this with an unbuttoned Hawaiin
shirt. It was hard to believe that a year ago he'd likely have been more
covered up than even Sam.
As the boys approached, Dean's face lit up. He should've known that
Steve would be at a Fourth of July celebration. The Avenger was manning the
grill and drinking a beer, in what was perhaps the purest example of
Americana imaginable. Steve's beachwear, however, was a letdown. He wore a
white tank top that clung to his amazing chest and a pair of... jeans? Even
so, Dean was literally licking his lips, "Time to cross another Avenger off
my bucket list."
It took a minute for Sam to put the pieces together but when he did
his body was gripped by terror. "Dean! Do not embarrass us any more than
you have."
"Lighten up, Sammy. The man beat back an alien invasion in New
York. He can handle some light flirting."
"You weren't flirting. You were being a jackass." Sam grunted.
"Sometimes flirting is about being a jackass," Dean said smugly.
At the edge of the beach, a small folding table was set up and
manned by Academy staff. Fitz and Simmons were among them. The very second
Dean's foot hit the sand the Scottsman's voice called out, "Afternoon,
guys."
The hunters gave a pilot nod and waved at Fitz and meant to
continue on their way. But the agent chased after them. "Dean, Dean" Fitz
chirped. "I can't let you on the beach."
The Winchesters paused and looked to Fitz. Dean looked particularly
confused "Why the hell not."
Fitz swallowed "This event is exclusively for graduating cadets."
"And..." Dean asked.
Fitz sighed. "No one has reached out to you yet?"
A peel of laughter escaped Sam's mouth. "You had to go and piss off
Captain America. Didn't you!?"
Dean's face twisted in outrage. "You're fucking kidding me? You're
telling me that he got them to pull me from the program." Dean's head
snapped to the side and he realized that Steve was staring directly at
him. Dean's blood boiled, and he could swear the other man was smirking.
Sam balled his fist in rage and looked at Fitz. "You know Dean
thought he was flirting. Flirting!"
"With Captain America." Fitz mumbled "The man's made of
granite. Hot granite but... granite."
Dean wasn't listening to the exchange. He was too busy fuming. "He
can't do this. I was hand-picked by Nick Fury. I was recruited to help lead
a new division of SHIELD."
Cap set down his tongs and relinquished the grill. He slowly mosied
over to the group silently enjoying the elder Winchester's meltdown.
Fitz shrugged. "I don't make the calls. But he's Captain America."
Dean gestured to the approaching Avenger. "He's wearing jeans on a
beach! You're going to trust the word of a man who wears jeans on a beach
before me?!"
Cap slowed to a stop before the trio. Dean locked on and charged
towards him. "You got me kicked out of The Academy because I talked in one
lecture?! You petty, insecure asshole." 
 Cap took the insults,
as any expected he would, with a calm dignified air. He was a marked
counterpoint to Dean's frenetic energy. "You're not ready to graduate."
"Not ready?" Dean spat back at him. "I have been fighting since I
was four years old. I outshot half of my instructors on the range. I have
survived situations that these kids couldn't dream of. And have mentioned
of the two of us here only one of us successfully killed Hitler."
Steve nodded in agreement. Then said, "You don't follow orders,
Dean."
Dean let out a warm breath, his frenzied outrage becoming usurped
by cold anger. He straightened his spine and looked the other man dead in
the eye. "No. I don't."
"SHIELD is a military organization. You need to follow orders."
Steve said simply.
Dean shook his head, "You know what? Fuck it. We don't need
you. You asked us to be here. We're doing fine on our own."
Dean turned to leave, but Sam shot a pleading look at Steve. "There
must be some way to work this out. We could do so much good here."
"No one is pulling your offer, Sam," Cap replied.
That really got under Dean's skin. The idea that this man would try
to play Sam against him. He whipped around and glared at Cap. "Fuck you."
"Dean, calm down." An exhausted Sam said. Hurt flashed on Dean's
face as he realized that Sam intended to stay, with or without him. Of
course, he did. Sam gave Cap a wide-eyed look. "Sir, is there some way for
Dean to convince you?"
"Well, he could apologize for his outburst." Steve shrugged. Dean
gritted his teeth together. There would be no apology. "Or he could follow
me." Steve continued.
With those words, Steve Rogers began jogging off down the beach.
Dean looked back over at Sam who mouthed a simple "please." He
hesitated a moment, then he took off after Steve.
***
"Let me be clear about this," Steve said as he jogged along the
beach. "You can apologize at any point and we'll turn around."
"Save it." Dean snarled as he sprinted after the superhero. He may
not have government-funded steroids like Steve, but he was burning through
a deep well of pure rage. Rage at Steve for trying to pull this shit. Rage
at Sam for not immediately walking away with him. Rage at himself for
letting Sam pull him back.
Dean's feet crashed into the sand as he closed the distance between
Steve and himself, gaining ground until he was running beside the
Avenger. Steve, casually flew along the shore in his jeans. Without the
slightest sign of struggle to him, he let his eyes drift to the side now
and then to check on Dean. "You don't have to keep up with me you
know. This is going to take a while."
Dean remained silent. It was a matter of pride not one of
reason. He would not let this man get the better of him. He would not
break. To his credit, Dean did a very impressive job of keeping pace with
Steve for about a mile. But eventually, his thighs started to burn. There
wasn't a single bead of sweat on Cap's forehead. He hadn't broken his
stride once and Dean was forced to acknowledge some of the physical
realities he was up against.
Dean glanced back over his shoulder. They were far enough from the
rest of the campus to ensure no one would see them. That would at least
help Dean coddle his pride a bit as he started to slow. Steve kept his gaze
ahead and called out simply, "Ready to apologize."
"Nothing to apologize for." Dean bit back with all the smarm he
could force into his voice. Steve returned to his silence and Dean ran at
his heels. He'd be lying if he didn't admit to admiring the view. As
infuriating as Cap had turned out to be he had a set of cakes like none
other. Those two fat juicy globes of muscle rose and fell with each step he
took. And watching that could easily have been enough reward to motivate
Dean alone.
"When I was a kid, I never thought I'd be anyone special," Steve
spoke up, neither slowing nor turning to face Dean. "I was scared and I was
weak and that didn't bother me. It felt right."
Dean clenched his jaw, trying to ignore whatever Steve was saying
and focus on the crashing of the waves. But Cap's voice was deep and
alluring. "I didn't care about myself but that didn't mean I didn't care. I
cared a hell of a lot about the world around me. I figured if I was so
unimportant I'd put my life towards helping people who matter. Then
something strange happened... someone decided I was going to be important."
Cap slowed to a halt and turned to face Dean. The hunter had fallen
more than a few paces behind and was starting to breathe a bit heavier. He
dropped his arms to his side and let his sprint slow to a meander. Steve
watched him with a kind of knowing expression, his eyes big and blue and
sympathetic as they found Dean's. Steve continued, "You live your life
content to be rank and file, and then outta the blue, you learn you have a
destiny... that kinda whiplash can really mess with a guy."
"I know what you're doing..." Dean panted.
"Of course you do." Steve nodded "You're smart Dean. You're
compassionate. You're loyal. You're brave. And you got grit, the real fight
until you your dying breath kinda grit." Steve's eyes flit over Dean
analytically. "We got a lot in common you and I."
Having finally, caught up to Steve, Dean planted his feet in the
sand. "So you read my file."
Steve nodded. "I looked at it all. Pscyhe eval, history. Hell, I
even thumbed through that book series God wrote about you."
"Seems a bit overkill for a guy who talked during class." Dean
grinned. He knew that he'd gotten to the guy but it seems Steve had been
thinking about him A LOT.
Steve just laughed. "This isn't because of the speech. It was
because you fucked my boyfriend."
Dean was so shocked by hearing Captain America say `fuck' that he
didn't even register the intent of the statement. He wobbled back on his
heels. "Did you just curse?"
Steve's knowing smirk grew wider, "You're really surprised that an
army man knows a few four-letter words? I take being a role model
seriously. But we're all alone and I get the sense you can handle some
honesty."
Dean's mind finally started unpacking the rest of that
statement. "And you said boyfriend? As in a guy? As in-"
"I'm bisexual." Steve said firmly, "Glad people got hip to that
since my day. Though the barracks were plenty busy even in the sixties."
Dean shook his head. "But... I fucked your boyfriend? When did
I..."
"I can't blame you, Dean. After all, you couldn't be expected to `
turn down a slutty blonde with a huge rack'."
Dean's eyes went wide. "Thor!?" Steve answered with a solemn
nod. "Thor and you are?" Steve nodded again. "You and Thor?"
"Like bunnies," Steve said, quietly enjoying the few as Dean's
bratty know-it-all exterior dissolved before his very eyes.
Dean tried to wrap his head around the thought of Steve and Thor
getting hot and heavy together. "But he said he'd never had gay sex
before."
"He'd never been fucked before." Steve corrected. He watched Dean's
eyes light up with hope.
"So does that mean you're a bottom?" Dean asked chewing his lower
lip.
Steve let out a deep laugh. "I bottom for Thor for the same reason
I wear jeans on the beach." As Steve spoke his hands moved to the base of
his shirt. He peeled the tank off his body to reveal his chiseled torso.
Slack-jawed Dean watched, managing only to drool on himself a
little. He didn't figure out why Steve was disrobing until Cap tossed his
shirt on the sand. It landed next to a sign that declared they were now
entering a nude beach. Dean stammered out "What?"
"My cock is too big," Steve said bluntly. The zipper of his jeans
and out flopped Steve Rogers' penis. Even completely soft the super
soldier's manhood rivaled that of the gods'. Steve was about a foot long
and thick as a beer can. And as he shimmied out of those jeans he revealed
a set of balls that were roughly the size of kiwis.
For all his charm and witty banter, all Dean could do was stand and
stare. Steve savored the silence and enjoyed the look on the other man's
face. "You see the problem? It takes someone very skilled with an absurdly
large ego to handle something like this." Steve grabbed his massive manhood
and squeezed it. "I'm talking about a person who thinks they're stronger
than a god."
There was a hunger in Dean's eyes as he stared at Steve's
package. He had never seen a dick that big in his life. Steve may be the
most hung man in history. Dean couldn't imagine how that would feel... but
he also suspected he may not have to wonder. "I knew you were flirting with
me."
Steve sighed heavily. "Oh, Dean. You have so much to learn
still. Lose the clothes and get moving."
Steve took off running once more, but now he was moving backward so
he was still facing Dean. Steve's obnoxiously long cock slapped against his
legs and his heaven-sent pecs bounced with each step. Dean frantically
clawed his clothes off and took off after him.
Hope you enjoyed it! I always welcome any feedback, suggestions, or
questions at [email protected]. Hopefully, it won't take me as long to
write the next installment.
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