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Rating: Explicit
Category: M/M
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Fandoms:
Supernatural (TV 2005)
Superman - All Media Types
Relationships:
Clark Kent/Dean Winchester
Clark Kent/Lois Lane
Clark Kent/Lois Lane (Past)
Characters:
Dean Winchester
Sam Winchester
Clark Kent
Supernatural (TV) Character(s)
Other Character Tags to Be Added
Other DC Characters
Additional Tags:
Dark Clark Kent
Alien Clark Kent
Clark Kent is Superman
Top Clark Kent
Bottom Dean Winchester
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Gore
Horror
Body Horror
Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
Manipulation
Dubious Consent
Love
Stanford Era (Supernatural)
Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
Blood
Alternate Universe - Supernatural (TV) Fusion
Soul Bond
Alien Biology
stalker clark kent
Alternate Universe
Dark
Angst
Drama
Fluff
Smut
Fucked Up
Slow Burn
Slow To Update
Crossovers Fandom Fusions
Explicit Language
Embedded Audio
gifs
Infidelity
Biological Bond
Cheating
Embedded Images
Eventual Dark Dean Winchester
Paranoid Dean Winchester
Oviposition
Many Hybrid Children
World Domination
Mpreg
Implied Mpreg
Explicit Consent
What Have I Done
Bad Parent John Winchester
Bad Sibling Sam Winchester
Eventually Good Sibling Sam Winchester
Internalized Homophobia
Bisexual Dean Winchester
Parental Bobby Singer
real life places
Characters that are out of character
Partially Suicidal Dean Winchester
Suicidal Thoughts
Human/Alien Romance
Alien Invasion
Evil Clark Kent
Extreme Pregnancy
Body Worship
Dean Winchester Deserves Better
Hive Mind
Possessive Clark Kent
Full Summary:
Stanford Era - Six Months Before Canon - Alternate Universe...
Dean felt pretty empty inside these days, going through the motions, killing monster after monster, and getting what in return? Nothing. Yeah, he gets that satisfaction of saving lives, but that satisfaction always disappears after awhile. Loneliness seeps in from time to time, but he tries to ignore it, and tries to ignore the fact that his little brother has gotten out of this hunter lifestyle, and he's still stuck in it where there's no light at the end of the tunnel for him... or so he thought.
He's found a simple ghost case in a town called Smallville, Kansas, so he goes through the motions... again to go there and get rid of it. One night at a restaurant, he meets these gorgeous blue, vivid eyes, and his body reacts inappropriately - luckily, his dark jeans cover it up. No woman has ever made him feel like his body's been set ablaze, let alone... a man. Yet, this one did. They keep eye contact until two women and a man at his table grab his reluctant attention next to him, releasing the hold that he had on Dean. Dean didn't know at that moment, his fate was sealed and the whole world's fate was sealed, too.
Inspirations for Making This Story (All on Archiveofourown (Ao3):
Understanding by Deathangelgw.
Affinity by twinsarein.
Tadpoles by Saltylocks.
What they don't know, will hurt them by harleenlunanight.
A plot bunny. The main title is subjected to change.
[AS OF JUNE 12TH, 2022, THIS STORY IS NOT A PLOT BUNNY ANYMORE. THE MAIN TITLE IS NOT SUBJECTED TO CHANGE... FOR NOW.]
Henry Cavill is the superman that I picked for this story because he makes sense to me since I've seen him a lot in trailers and what not... and he's hot, so, yeah . Tom Welling was a very close second. Jensen Ackles is always my Dean Winchester.
[There are going to be some characters, like Superman, for example, that are out of character if I make more chapters, just letting you know in advance. I'll add that people are out of character in the tags section if I create more chapters.]
Links Involved in This Chapter (IF THEY DO NOT SHOW UP PROPERLY, GO TO THE STORY ON AO3, PLEASE):
Embedded Audio:
Main Theme Beat for the story - https/youtu.be/JRgE9Qoi-lw
A Beat That Was Almost the Main Theme Beat - https/youtu.be/photsaAPtHM
(Whichever one you like would be the main theme for you, they both gave me the same dark vibe that I was looking for with this story.)
Embedded Images:
The Cover Image - https/i./originals/d8/03/ea/d803ea3bdba93c14e428889697104e51.png
The Hotel Dean's Staying In - https/img./asset/5bb3ec432400003000976ea2.jpeg?ops=scalefit_630_400_noupscaleformat=webp
What Dean is Currently Wearing - https/i./736x/9f/06/14/9f061403d9972b82a42d6d4e6fd87446--distressed-leather-vintage-leather.jpg
Gifs:
Henry Cavill Superman (Clark Kent) (Dangerous Look) - https/64.media./ef11d56bf72a2c5598207cdb90241726/3a99057ad77826d6-bf/s540x810/dd5cbf7d398ebd300daf2f039f32c55be67a3c2b.gifv
Dean about to drink, staring at Clark - https/64.media./2fa87c3bc3f833260955d96657233cff/tumblr_inline_nxmc3pvqiR1tn1507_500.gifv
Author's Notes:
PLEASE READ THE TAGS BEFORE CONTINUING.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural and their characters and I do not own Superman and the DC Universe characters. I lean more towards Marvel, but I want try to get into DC right now.
You have been warned through the tags on what could take place in this story. If you already don't like these tags, then I politely ask you to not read this story, and move on.
Ten a.m. ...
"You do know that you have a home here, right Dean?" Bobby's gruff voice ask, concern creeping into his voice, who's standing up against the door frame with his arms crossed, staring at him. Dean is sitting on the front edge of the guest bed, bent over, finishing up tying his right brown boot. He smirks a little, sitting up to look at his father figure who is more of a father to him than his actual father. Maybe he shouldn't have those types of thoughts. "I do know that Bobby, but I can't free-load off of you forever. I feel like I'm a sitting duck, I'm not used to not doing anything for long periods of time. Monsters need to be killed, dad might need me, and possibly Sam. I need to be out there."
Bobby snorts in disdain, rolling his eyes. "Boy, you've only been here a week, and the stir-craziness already got to you. I had to beg you - and, you rarely see me beg - to stay here longer when you usually stay two days, max every time you're in Sioux Falls. When was the last time you took the time to relax? And, I mean, actually relaxed and had a vacation." Dean was about to open his mouth, but looks away, stumped. When was the last time he had a proper vacation? His mouth closes with an audible click. "See? You can't answer that because you're always going, going, going. Ever since the argument between your brother and John two years ago, you... you let hunting become your life."
Dean quickly looks back at Bobby with fire in his eyes, but calmly responds with, "Bobby, hunting is all I know -" Bobby interrupts him, raising his voice, "And, who's fault is that? John's. He never should have brought you and your brother into this life. Now, Sam barely talks to you and doesn't talk to John, and John only contacts you when he needs your assistance on a hunt, he never answers your calls. You gotta realize that he's not a good dad." Dean really doesn't want to hear any of this, so he stands up to finish packing up his things to leave.
Bobby shakes his head, continuing with, "Okay, give me the silent treatment, but you know how John is, and how he treated you both, especially you. He never gave you a break, and is using you. He doesn't appreciate you at all." Dean goes to the black drawer that's up against the window, harshly taking all of his pants out to put in his military green duffle bag that's on the floor on the right side of the guest bed, as he raises his voice back, "Look, Bobby, dad has his reasons. He's trying to find the thing that killed mom, and he needs me - hell, I want to find it, too. He has leads, and when he gets those leads, I'm there to help. Dad loves and appreciates me."
Bobby frowns as his lips thin. "You keep telling yourself that, kid. In all my years of seeing you both grow up, mostly taking care of you two when it's possible, along with my interactions with John, the hunt took over him, and he neglected you both. I never once seen him tell you he loves you, I never once seen him praise you for doing a good job on something, only pushing you harder to get things right, and I never seen him contact you often. You always have to wait on him to call you once every three months. Open your eyes, Dean."
He really doesn't want to hear anymore. His hands clench the top part of one of his pants in anger while staring down at them. "Bobby, please drop it. I get it, you mean well, but I just - I - I don't want to talk about this right now." He can practically feel Bobby's eyes pierce the back of his head before he hears his heavy steps leave to go somewhere else in the house. Dean breathes a sigh of relief, having successfully evaded a potentially deep, heavy conversation. His feelings are put on the back burner, and a way to keep those feelings down, is the occasional alcoholic beverage.
Is it a healthy coping mechanism? No, but it drowns out the empty feelings in his chest that have been there for the longest time. He has a purpose, and that's saving people and hunting things. That's the family business. Although, his purpose loses its satisfaction after awhile... and the emptiness continues. He softly sighs. He found a ghost case in Smallville, Kansas. This is something to get him back into the swing of things since it's going to be quick and easy. Once he gets to Smallville, he can find the next restaurant or bar to drink at, then the next day after that, he has a ghost to get rid of. Sounds simple enough.
Two hours later...
It's exactly noon, and Dean has his duffle bag packed and in the impala. Both men are standing on the porch, looking at the car, a nice cool breeze hitting their bodies. Bobby speaks up first, "You be safe out there, you hear me? Smallville ain't just a 10 minute drive away in case you need help, it's six hours. Do you want me to come with you for back-up?" Dean waves off his worry with a small smile, joking, "Bobby, please. It's only a ghost, I've dealt with tons of these by myself. It's almost second nature. I will heed your warning, though, and make absolutely sure I'm safe. Does that ease your mind, princess?"
He turns his head to the older man, raising an eyebrow as his small smile turns into a mischievous grin.
Bobby pretends to be offended, sneering at him, as he replies, "Who are you calling princess, buttercup?" As soon as he said that, both guys chuckle at one another. "But, in all seriousness, I'll be careful, Bobby. One little ghosty isn't going to take me down." The older man nods, "It better not. I'll call you later on tonight to see if you made it there safely." Dean gives him a hug, then goes down the stairs to walk to his car, saying over his shoulder, "I'll see you later, Bobby. You be safe, too."
Dean opens his door, looking back at Bobby, waving at him as he gets inside, Bobby waving back, then going back into his house. He closes the door, sitting in complete silence, before he takes his phone out to call his dad. It's always the same voice mail - It's John, leave a message -and it's always him telling his dad where he's about to go for every hunt, to have someone else know where he is in case something bad happens, then after he hangs up, the disappointment and loneliness seeps in. Rinse and repeat. It would be nice of his dad to call and check up on him, but that's his dad. That's just... who he is. Immediately, a memory of Bobby, scolding him a year ago comes up.
"You can't keep making excuses for your old man, Dean. You put in way too much effort for someone who clearly only wants you when it suits them." Dean quickly shakes his head, in denial. "Bobby, he's doing what he needs to do. He's my dad, I can't just abandon him, and leave him dry. He needs me." The older man does a half-aborted chuckle, in disbelief on what he's hearing. "No, I think it's the other way around. You needed him, and still need him, but he failed on all counts."
Dean's jaw clenches at the memory, then calls Sam, who also puts him to voicemail. At least with Sam, he eventually texts one, maybe two worded, acknowledgments that he got his messages, but still, it stings. Sam never calls him, but he understands, he's living the Stanford college life, busy trying to be a lawyer, and he doesn't want to get in his way. The sting gets harsher every time, though, but he stomps that down, and drowns it with a drink.
In a fake, cheerful voice, he says, "Hey, Sammy. It's me. Uh, I'm going to Smallville, Kansas. Going to do a simple ghost case. I just wanted to let you know where I am, in case something bad happens. If I don't call next week, call Bobby or, if you can, dad. I hope that you're doing well with your classes, and getting a whole lot of chicks - or dudes, I don't judge." He teases at the end. "Um, teasing aside, be safe, as always." He gets a little awkward, not sure on what else to say. "I love you, bitch." He wants to hear Sam's voice so bad, but all he hears is the static feedback. He hangs up the phone, setting it back into his pocket, and gustily sighs, sadly.
Sam got tired of him calling every day and told him to call once a week. It's... understandable, he can be annoying and overbearing, but he just wanted to make sure he's doing okay. He's the one that's been taking care of his little brother, so no one can blame him, if he acts like a parent. He frowns, feeling sad. God, I can't wait to get drunk.He puts his seat belt on, starts up Baby, feeling the rumble underneath his body. He strokes her steering wheel adoringly, cooing at her, "At least you're reliable. Let's go to Smallville, sweetness." He reverses out of Bobby's Salvage Yard to get onto the main road. Once he got on there, he was off.