Dean vs Portman

by xFireSpritex

An in depth look at one of our Bash Brothers. Inspired by airismcs who suggested the idea of taking a closer look at Mr. Dean Portman. Rated for cursing, possible sexual situations, and so on. Not Slash. AN: Discontinued, for now. Lost some computer files, must rebuild the story and work on it. So sorry!

1. Chapter 1

Dedicated to airis-mcs who gave me the idea to write about this.

Love to all who read.

Disclaimer: It is slash. Don't like don't read. I don't own the Mighty Ducks and I'm not making money off this. Got it? Kay, now on with the story.

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Chapter 1

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Dean's POV

Okay so here's the thing. On the ice I'm this big rough tough Bash Brother with my best friend and roommate Fulton Reed. On the ice I'm Portman, this strong teenager who most seem to think isn't too bright and that the only reason I'm in Eden Hall is due to The Ducks and that Coach Orion let's us all get by with C's to be on the team but B's to play.

But off the ice I'm another story…another person, a person that only a few people get to see. Off the ice I'm Dean, a kid from Chicago who was brought to the Junior Olympics Good Will Games a few years back because I was to quote them "an enforcer." But off the ice I'm Dean, a kid who likes music, movies, hanging with friends, hockey, and good action films.

But out here in Minnesota only a few people truly know my past, Coach Bombay, Fulton, and Fulton's mom who lets me stay with her and Fulton before I go back to Chicago.

No one knows much about me, like how old I was when I got my tattoo, my favorite movie, if I can cook, when I started playing hockey, or my biggest fear. Only one person knows pretty much everything about me, Fulton. The only thing he doesn't know is my biggest fear but Bombay knows that.

What's Dean Portman's biggest fear? To lose his fellow Bash Brother, the only person in the world who took the time to get to know me. I know I probably sound kind of mushy and stuff about it all but if you came from a home where no one gave two shits about you as long as you were still breathing and not dead in the doorway you'd appreciate someone like Fulton a lot more.

I don't swing for guys so don't take this the wrong way. I love Fulton Reed, he's my best friend. I'd go to hell and back for Fulton and I know he would for me too. That's why I stay in Minnesota as long as I can when school lets out, why would I want to go back where no one cares about me when I can stay here and know someone does.

So when Fulton suggested a new plan for the summer I was too shocked to answer.

"Hey Dean I was thinking. Want to spend the summer in your town? My mom said it's cool with her if you wanted to go home and still hang with me for a bit longer. I've never been out of Minnesota so why not go with your best friend to his hometown?"

Let's just say stopping dead in your tracks and gaping like a fish isn't the best way to convince someone that there's nothing wrong with where you came from.

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AN: So what do you think? Should I continue? Feedback please!