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 fanboi214@yahoo.com.
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.