The normal routines changed at the bunker, much to Sam's delight. The "Ben Incident", as Sam referred to it in his head, had set in motion some of the strangest behavior he'd ever seen in his brother. Dean was never an affectionate man, except for in extreme moments of emotional stress. Dying, fear of loss, reuniting. But the day following their jaunt to Michigan, Dean greeted him in the kitchen with a hug and a plate of fruit.

It was disturbing. Not that he was being nice, but… No it was the nice thing. That was just weird. Dean being nice made Sam very nervous, like he expected something to happen. Like Nair in his shampoo (he tested before every shower), or itching powder in his boxers (he kept his underwear in a lockbox now).

Wade, on the other hand, was relaxed in a way Sam had never seen him. He never wore the mask around the bunker. At all. He seemed very comfortable around the Winchester brothers. A comfort level that went a little too far, especially when Sam stumbled into the kitchen for a late night glass of water and found Wade sitting on the counter wearing only a lacy pink pair of women's underwear while eating an apple and reading something on his tablet.

Then there was Castiel. Castiel, who had always flitted in and out of their lives, now was staying in the room they'd prepared for him. After the Ben Incident, Castiel slept for days, waking only to eat a few scoops of peanut butter, then going directly back to bed in his old man pajamas.

One week after the Ben Incident, everyone was up at a strangely early hour and sitting around the table eating breakfast together. Sam was lost in his amusement at how Wade and Dean silently communicated with each other via nudges and syrup as they prepared their pancakes. Wade cooked, which meant there was an excessive amount of pancakes, but Castiel was doing his part to help devour the stack, seeming to have his appetite back. Sam tried to be sensible, opting to top his with sliced strawberries and bananas.

The only sound in the room was the soft sounds of chewing and silverware scraping the plates until the tune, "Play That Funky Music White Boy" started playing, and Wade fished his phone out of his pajama pants. His hairless eyebrow shot up, and he got up from the table, walking towards the library as he answered.

Dean abandoned his pancakes after a couple minutes, and walked into the Library just as Wade was hanging up.

"Something up?" Dean asked as he perched on the edge of the table.

"That was…" Wade's brow scrunched. "That was Logan. A friend...Well, friend is a pretty strong word. A dude I used to kill people with is more accurate." When Dean said nothing, Wade shrugged, and said, "He wants my help on a job. Something in South America."

"You leaving?" Dean said, a little more high pitched than he wanted.

"Yeah," Wade answered with a nod. "Guy needs my help. And really, I can't pass up a chance to harass ol' Wolvie. It's sort of a long lost hobby of mine. Like knitting and painting my toenails. I need to start doing that again."

Dean opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't find the words to say that he wasn't ready for Wade to leave. Or that he would miss their sparring sessions. And he for damn sure could not articulate his desire to cuddle with the guy, not even at gunpoint.

Thankfully, he didn't have to.

"You're coming with me, right?" Wade said, a hopeful note in his voice.

"Of course," Dean said without hesitation.

After snarfing down the last of the pancakes and explaining the situation to Sam and Castiel (who were absolutely NOT invited), Dean and Wade loaded up the Impala and headed to the rendezvous point, which was a field a couple hours away from the bunker.

Dean felt a little bad for abandoning his brother, who looked somewhat like a kicked puppy when Wade told him no. But when Wade also explained that they weren't going up against any kind of supernatural forces and were more than likely going to be dealing with regular human beings, Dean agreed with Wade that little brother should stay behind. Castiel didn't say anything about what they were doing, even claimed that some of his brothers and sisters were in the area.

It felt good to be back on the road again. Dean had a smile on his face as he sped along the highway. True, the downtime in the bunker had been enjoyable. But the idea of hitting the road and knocking some bad guy's heads seemed like just what the doctor ordered.

However, Dean had no idea what he was getting into as they pulled onto a side road next to a freshly baled field.

Wade looked at his watch, and said, "Looks like we're a bit ahead of schedule."

Dean nodded and went to open the car door, when he felt Wade's hand on his thigh. And no, that touch did not make his pulse jump. Not in the slightest. But it did make him pause and look back at his companion.

"This is going to be dangerous," Wade said, his voice soft. "These missions are not like the stuff you normally face. And Logan only calls me when the nice options are no longer an option. You get my meaning?"

"I'm no wilting flower, Wade," Dean said with a smirk. "I can handle myself."

Dean could see Wade's smile through the mask. "Oh, I know you can, Chester."

That statement made Dean's face heat up. Dean was never really went for guys-except for that one time in Phoenix, but that was when he was young and… It was actually pretty awesome, but he had pushed that out of his mind a long time ago. But suddenly, Dean was turning into a Wade-sexual. In fact, he was having the oddest thoughts about what it would be like to kiss the merc…

Next thing he knew, Wade was tugging him across the seat and kissing Dean with great enthusiasm. There was nothing timid about the way his mouth moved over the hunter's. It took Dean a second to realize that he was kissing the merc through the mask. Dean grabbed the edge of the mask, pausing only a moment for Wade to give him a quick nod before peeling the offending fabric out of the way.

Wade's lips were rough against his, a sensation that seemed to go straight to Dean's dick. He pulled the merc closer, tilting his head, licking into Wade's mouth and letting out a groan feeling the slick slide of the merc's tongue against his. It was sudden and frantic, and felt like absolute bliss that left Dean's ears ringing.

Then Wade abruptly pulled away, his breath heavy and scarred face flushed as he tried to get some sort of control. Dean's entire body was humming, and it was taking an inordinate amount of will to not dive back for more.

But that was when he realized that the humming wasn't just arousal.

"That's Wolvie," Wade said, his voice all gravel and smoke. "Bastard always knows how to wreck my fun."

Dean took a deep breath and scooted back to the driver's seat, focusing on his breathing and his sincere desire to not get out of the car with a raging hard on. Wade didn't seem to give a shit as he slipped on his mask and hopped out of the Impala with a sizeable tent in his spandex.

Outside, an alien-looking stealth plane was making a slow descent, landing with a whisper in the field. Dean was still wrapping his mind around the high tech plane and his influx of hormones, when the ramp lowered and a short, burly man with wild hair and a cigar sticking out of his mouth appeared.

Wade spread his arms, and shouted, "Logan! How's it hangin' buddy?"

Logan walked towards him, his face twisted in a scowl as he looked at the merc. "This ain't a social call, bub. And I didn't tell you to bring a date."

"You called me 'Bub'!" Wade said with a mock swoon. "Nobody calls me bub."

"Can it!" Logan growled. He sniffed the air, and rolled his eyes. "Who's the dick in the jacket?"

"That's Dean Winchester," Wade said with a broad smile. "He's the Companion to my Doctor right now."

Logan rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Let's get going."

Dean followed Wade onto the Blackbird, feeling the narrow eyes of Logan on his back as he went. Once inside, Dean realized there were others on this excursion. One had a very distinct military look to him. Tall, broad shouldered, with a mess of dark hair and a metal arm with a star etched into the shoulder. There was a woman at the controls, also dressed in black, with flaming red hair and fierce eyes that narrowed when Dean and Deadpool entered their space.

"Looks like they brought out the All Stars," Wade said as he took the seat across from the man with the metal arm. "How's it going, Bucky? Still setting the world on fire."

"Fuck off, Deadpool," the woman said, not taking her eyes off the controls.

Logan sat beside Bucky, glaring at Wade. "This isn't playtime, Wade."

"I knew that when I saw the Widow," he said, his voice sort of serious. "But I'm surprised you brought two mental patients on this trip."

"Fuck you," Buck said with a snarl.

Wade leaned over to Dean, and said, "You might have heard of Bucky here before, but the news called him the Winter Soldier. Blew the hell outta New York a while back."

"Not like you haven't done the same a time or two," Logan growled. "Cut the color commentary, bub."

Wade cocked his head to the side. "What's the story here, anyway? Why the killer's reunion? Don't tell me you've abandoned that non-violent thingy that Xavier shoved down your throat."

"Desperate times," Logan said, plucking his cigar out of his mouth. "This is one of those things that nice ain't gonna cut it." Logan eyed Dean, and said, "Why the hell do you stink so damn much? Smell like rotten eggs and bad cologne."

"Sulfur," Dean answered with a shrug.

"He's got the mange," Wade said with a smirk. "You should be able to sympathize."

Eyes narrowed, Logan said, "Long as he can hold his own, I don't give a damn." He tossed Wade a folder full of satellite images of a compound in the middle of a jungle. "It's started up again, Wade. Weapon X."

Wade visibly stiffened.

"Or at least something like it," Logan continued. "Been snatching up mutants and other critters. Don't know how long and don't know how many. But whatever they're doing, it can't be good."

"So we go in, rescue the kids, take out the facility, make the bastards wish they were never born," Wade said, an edge to his tone Dean had only ever heard when the merc had gone completely psychotic in Michigan.

Logan nodded. "That's the general idea. Figured you'd be just the man for the job."

"Awww," Deadpool said with a ghost of a smile. "You really know how to please a guy."