Warning: This story has gay sex that can be between characters with age gaps in excess of 10 years. It will also contains dubious concent as well as casual henchmen death... After all, it contains Brock Samson. As a side note, I am not a Venture Bros writer so the characters may be occ.

Disclaimer: I do not own a show, much less this one. Do not report me please.

Pairings: Dean/Dr Impossible, Baron Ünderbheit, Phantom Limb, Otaku Senzuri, Others.

Brock Samson/Many women (implied)

Rusty/His right hand ((lol))

Monarch/Sheila (Doctor Girlfriend)

A.N. I would like to thank Depressed Chibi. My first and Only reviewer so far, and what a great review to start with. Here's your update, so please don't be depressed ((lol)). You may blame me or Google Drive for the speaking errors. Your choice.

Chapter one: I hate the stars.

Dean was walking along, looking up at the sky as he did so. When he was younger he had always liked the stars, pointing out constellations to Hank and hearing him say stupid stuff in reply. It had been nice... Now he would never get that again. It made him hate the stars as his boots crunched on the gravel created by the deteriorated highway. It was not the safest way through town, but it was the fastest. As he walked Dean took a minute to remember how he had gotten here...

********Roughly Four Years Prior********

The night was dark when the destroyght 16-year-old-ish clone made it to the steps of the recently remade Impossible Industries. Prof Impossible had still not managed to built up his empire to its prior standing and was as a result, seriously short stalffed. It was for this reason that it Richard Impossible himself that answered the door.

"Ah. Dean..." It appeared that the Prof was about to make a scathing remark when he saw the state Dean was in and the late hour of the night. "Come in" he said, moving to let Dean in. He then placed a comforting hand upon the boys shoulder. Dean didn't know it at the time but the man used his long neck to check out the teens ass. "You look solum. Tell me all about it". Dean looked up at the man and gave a goofy smile, feeling comforted. "Golly-Gosh. It's a long story Mr. Impossible." He said. The Prof led him to a sitting room way at the top of the tower. "Dean, no story is to long between friends. I have the time. Tell me" he said, sitting down and crossing his legs and sitting back in the sofa.

Dean went into his long story, starting with when he found out about being a clone, going over Hanks death and finishing up with how he had run away, unable to stand being there any longer. "So Prof Impossible... Can I stay with you for a while? I'll do chores and everything! I won't be in the way" Dean proclaimed. That had been the edge of his downfall. The edge of the cliff if you will. It was the next question that sealed his fate. "Well, there is not much to be done..." Richard started, his smile vanishing into a fake contemplative look. Deans face fell and he made to stand up. "I understand sir-" Dean started. "Unless you want to take over Pumpkins old tasks...?" Deans eyes lit up. "Really Prof? Cool! I can do that! Sure!" Dean said, reaching out to shake the elders hand. "I am glad we could come to an arrangement" The Prof said.

********* Present Day**********

Dean suddenly kicked a stone, letting out a loud half scream, pissed to this day at his stupidity. "FUCKING DAMNIT!" He cursed allowed, before tripping as he kicked yet another rock and falling onto his ass. "... Owe..." He said, getting up and rubbing his ass. "... Well, these pants are ruined..." He muttered, grimacing as bodily fluid was was leaking and wiped his hand upon his thigh. Looking up at the sky again he got dragged back into his memories.

********Sooner, Roughly 4 Years Ago********

Dean looked up at the very drunk man ontop of him. "BAD TOUGH! BAD TOUCH!" He kicked out, trying to get away from the gripping hand that had forced his shirt up. "I'M NOT A GIRL!" He shouted, his breathing fast and confused as the Prof kissed his neck. "You promised to take Pumpkins jobs. Gave me your word" the slurred words came over. Dean shook his head but as a ling, elastic hand reached into his pants Dean fainted, his eyes rolling back in shock.

****** A few hours Sooner, 4 years ago******

Dean opened his eyes and moved a little, only to feel pain shoot through his body, the source felt like his lower spine at first and then his opening, it caused him to flip off the covers and looks down. It was the colour red that hit him first. Blood, he'd seen it enough thanks to Brock, then the odd fluid stain and the dried crust. "Ewwie..." He said, getting up and pushing himself away from the bed before looking around and then a panicked thought hit him. "Am I going to have a baby? I don't want to be a mommy!" His hands went into his hair and made fists, but Dean still did not really understand what had happened. He ran to the door and attempted to open it, only to find it locked. He then kicked it, causing something to rip. "AHHHH!" He fell back in pain, shacking his head.

After a few more hours, maybe even a day, Prof Impossible entered the room. "Ah Dean. I brought you your new uniform" he said. "What did YOU DO TO ME YOU.. YOU WEIRDO?!" Dean asked, having used the sheet like a Toga. Richard froze and looked at him. "Your father neglected to tell you about the birds and the bees?" Dean sat down and winched. "What does birds and bees have to do with this?... Why does my Wow-hole hurt...?" The Prof still stood there in shock, he then rubbed his temples and sat in the bed. "Sit down. I'll explain this slowly" he said...

The conversation ended with a horrified Dean and a pounding headache for one Richard Impossible... 4 hours later. "And no. Boys can't get pregnant... But you're missing the point here Dean. You agreed to this. It is our arrangement". Dean looked up. Thanks to his past he was pretty used to odd situations. "Are you s-" "YES I'M SURE!"

"... Wait. Golly... This means you're gonna do it again?!" The Prof nodded. "Yes. And you have to get my coffee"

********Present Day********

Dean looked out onto the Ghetto side of town, seeing the lights and listening to the car horns and shouting. The teen took a deep breath and kicked at the gravel again before he walked into an alleyway. He was almost home and best thing yet, he could no longer see the stars.