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brighteyedjillTitle: The Secret’s in the Telling, Epilogue
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Nathan/Peter (Heroes), Dean/Sam (Supernatural), and some cross-pollination.
Warnings: Graphic slash, fictional relatives in lust (consensual incest), violence (really), harsh language
Universe: SPN – vaguely Season 3 (sometime between 3x5 Bedtime Stories and 3x10 Dream a Little Dream of Me). Heroes – vaguely post Season 2 (general spoilers)
Author’s note: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jaune_chat for listening to me gripe and for the beta. I don’t own Heroes or Supernatural.
Part I - Part II (A) - Part II (B) - Part III (A) - Part III (B) - Part IV
Six Weeks Later
Dean strode into the Evanston Township morgue and slapped his FBI badge down on the counter. The nurse looked up from chewing her pen and raised an eyebrow in interest. “Can I help you?” she asked, and looked up him and down with an appraising eye.
“Special Agent Tom Baldwin.” Dean flashed her a confident smile. “I need to take a look at that John Doe from Wilmette.”
“Sure.” The nurse grabbed a clipboard and beckoned to Dean to follow her down the hallway. “Your partner’s already inside.”
Dean almost tripped over his own feet. “Uh,” he said cleverly. Sure, he had faith in his ability to bullshit, but he’d rather avoid explaining himself to a real FBI agent.
Before he could spit out a plausible excuse, the door at the end of the hallway burst open. Another nurse was pointing out something on a clipboard to a man in a black suit. “Ah, there he is,” said the nurse at Dean’s side.
The fed looked up; his eyes flashed surprise for a moment before retreating into neutrality. “Nice of you to join us,” he said. Dean hesitated, torn between running and standing his ground. As they drew closer, Dean finally recognized the man in the suit: Nathan.
“I was just finishing up here,” Nathan said. “Why don’t I fill you in on our way to the car.” He turned back to the nurse. “Thanks for your help, ma’am.” Yes, the man was quick on his feet.
“Dean!”
“What?”
“That was Highway 14. We were supposed to turn there.”
“This is a shortcut.”
Sam threw up his hands and slumped back in his seat, glowering. Dean alternated between watching the road and looking back at Sam. The glower didn’t go away.
“Why have you been acting so weird?” Dean asked at last.
“Weird how?”
“I don’t know. Weird moody. Like moodier than usual,” Dean elaborated.
“I am not.”
“Yeah. Ever since that thing in Ohio.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” Sam turned further toward the window.
“Sam…” Even if Sam was being a bitch about it, Dean had to at least try. “Is it what that demon said? About us? Do you think we’re damned because of—.”
“No,” Sam cut him off. “God no, Dean. How could you think that?”
Dean shrugged as if it was nothing, but the thought had been eating at him. If Sam wanted a change but didn’t know how to say so, Dean needed to give him a way out. “But something’s weird. What’s with the brooding, seriously?”
Sam didn’t say anything at first, but Dean knew to give him time. Eventually, he heaved a sigh. “I was just… thinking about the Petrellis. That’s all.” He blushed and slumped down in the passenger seat until his knees hit the dashboard.
That was when Dean began to get ideas.
With a last smile and wave at the nurses, Dean and Nathan walked out of the building in silence and emerged onto the sunny street. Nathan steered them into a nook along the side of the building, out of the flow of pedestrians.
“What are you doing here?” Dean asked immediately.
“Working,” Nathan said coolly. “Where’s your husband?”
“Where’s yours?” Dean parried.
Nathan loosened his tie, managing to look somehow both more disheveled and more dignified. “If you came here to see that John Doe, we must be working the same case.”
“Yeah, and it’s our case!”
Nathan nodded thoughtfully. “You may be right about that.”
“Of course I’m right,” Dean said. It seemed a little paranoid to think that Nathan had agreed too easily, but this was one occasion when Dean was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“Well. I guess I’ll leave you to it.” Nathan hesitated a moment, as if debating whether to say something further, but then he gave Dean a curt nod and strode away.
Dean was halfway down the block before he realized that Nathan had neglected to tell him anything about the autopsy.
--
The lock on the back door was easy to pick. Sam was pretty sure the house didn’t have an alarm system, but classy neighborhoods like this one had more than their share, so he didn’t begrudge a few extra minutes to double-check for any security controls. When he was finally sure that no rent-a-cop was going to burst in on him, he set out to explore the rest of the house.
In the living room, a framed picture caught his eye: it was a middle-aged couple standing in front of a giant, lit Ferris wheel. Sure enough, the woman was Jessica Kings, the crazy lady he and Dean had taken care of last night. The other guy must be her philandering husband, Brian. It seemed a bit strange to keep a picture of you and your ex-wife in your house, but that would just about jive with the crazy stuff they’d learned about this couple so far. Some people’s lives just didn’t bear examining too closely.
“Sam?”
Sam had dropped this picture, pulled out his gun out and pointed it all in the space of a heartbeat. It took him a few seconds to recognize the man who stood at the bottom of the stairs, hands up in surrender.
“Peter?”
“Yeah,” Peter said, lowering his hands as Sam lowered the gun. “Wow… You’re… Here.”
“So are you,” Sam said. He shoved the gun back into his waistband.
“Yeah, well we’re working a case.”
“So are we.”
“Um… I don’t suppose they might be different cases?” Peter ventured a hopeful smile that Sam did not find at all cute.
“Not unless you broke in here for reasons that have nothing to do with that Jane Doe they found in Wilmette.” Sam picked up the framed photo from the floor. Its glass was cracked, but he put it back on the mantle anyway.
“That’d be a no, then,” Peter said, and drifted further into the room. “So, any theories?”
“A few. I’ll know more when Dean gets back from the morgue.”
“That’s where Nathan is.”
“Great.” And I can’t ask how he is. That would look weird. Or would it look weird not to ask. Well crap. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to check out the house.”
“Go right ahead.” Peter stepped aside. “There’s a body up in the master bedroom.”
“Great.” Sam started up the stairs, and was surprised when Peter fell into step next to him.
“So how’ve you been?”
“I’m trying to work. Do you mind?” He wasn’t too happy to see Peter in the first place, and he certainly wasn’t in the mood for coffee klatch, even if he was more than mildly curious how Nathan was doing. If he was working a job, he must be fully recovered from his run-in with the demon. Or not. Sam knew how Dean behaved when he was injured: restless and too eager to get back into the fight. He imagined Nathan was the same way.
“At first I thought this was something Nathan and I had tangled with before,” Peter said, pushing open a door at the top of the stairs. “Brains missing and all. But now I’m not so sure.”
Sam suppressed a smug smile. He was positive this case was in the bag; it was just icing on the cake that Peter would be here when he got definitive proof. He wasn’t ready to admit to himself why it was so important to show up Peter. Instead, he went to examine the mess on the floor: man with his head ripped open, lots of blood. It was probably Brian Kings, but it was hard to tell, he was so mangled.
“It’s the defensive wounds that confused me,” Peter said from the doorway. “Whatever attacked this guy got up close and personal.”
Sam looked at the skin caught under Brian’s fingernails. “Uh huh. Looks like we were right.” Sam stood up and brushed his hands off on his jeans.
“So what was it?” Peter asked.
Sam loved this part. “Zombies.”
Peter stared at him. “Zombies.”
“Yep. Zombies. Reanimated corpses. The living dead.”
“Zombies.”
“Yeah. Dean and I took care of the zombie master—the uh, person who called the zombie—yesterday.” Sam shuddered and made a mental note never to cheat on anyone who would think to call up his dead lover to eat his brains. “I’ll bet you a hundred bucks that the John Doe the police are so quiet on has really been dead for weeks.”
“Zombies,” Peter repeated.
“Yep. So that about wraps things up here.” Sam stood and met Peter’s eyes. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask where Nathan was, ask if they wanted to go get a drink—no, drinking with Nathan was a bad idea; maybe just a bite to eat, then maybe back to Nathan’s hotel room to make out. Nathan certainly wasn’t the zombie-calling type. Totally safe to make out with him.
“Anything… else?” Peter asked.
“Nathan this, Nathan that,” Dean mimicked. “If he’s so great, why don’t you go marry him?”
“You are seriously ten years old, Dean.” Sam took another bite of his short stack and waited for Dean to get this out of his system.
“Nathan’s so organized. Nathan’s such a good researcher. Nathan has great taste. Nathan shits rainbows and puppies.”
“And yet, you never say a word about Peter.” Sam stabbed his fork into his pancakes with more violence than was strictly necessary. “Spent two weeks with the guy and don’t have anything to say about it. Why is that?”
“It just means I’m not completely annoying.”
“Or you’re trying to hide something,” Sam snapped. He’d taken enough of his brother’s crap on this topic. “Don’t worry, Dean. I already know.”
Dean hesitate, just a second, but enough to give himself away, before asking, “Know what?”
“We saw your motel room in Baltimore. It was pretty obvious what you two had been doing.”
Dean had a slick reply ready, Sam could tell, but he stopped himself. Instead, he looked down at his coffee and shrugged. “What do you want me to say?”
“Something,” Sam said. That was really the issue. If Dean had fessed up, then Sam could have come clean too. But there was no way in hell—or out of it—that Sam was going to break down before Dean. “I just want you to say something.”
“Nope, nothing,” Sam said. “Zombies are taken care of.”
“Well, if you’re done with the job—,” Peter began.
“We’ll be moving on,” Sam said quickly. He couldn’t ask. He’d be a hypocrite after all that shit he gave Dean about Peter, so instead he tossed a, “See you around” over his shoulder as he fled the scene of the crime.
--
Dean hated the suburbs. Even if he was just trying to find his way back to the motel, he always got lost in a damn housing development and had to spend hours driving down twisty roads with names like “Hill Creek” and “Eagle Pond” and “Hickory Grove Mountain Forest Glen.” By the time he finally saw the gates of the development, he was so eager for freedom that he forgot to watch for pedestrians. When a man jumped out in front of his car, he barely slammed on the break in time to not make mincemeat of the dude.
“Watch it!” Dean shouted.
To his surprise, the guy came to the passenger side and opened the door to climb in. “Hey Dean.” It was Peter.
“You gave me a freaking heart attack,” Dean grumbled.
“Sorry,” Peter said, but he didn’t look sorry at all.
“I heard you were in town.”
“I saw your brother. At that house. Zombie victim and all.”
“Heh. Zombies. They’re so awesome.” At Peter’s skeptical look, he went on. “I mean, in a terrible, vicious way.”
“I talked to Nathan. He said that John Doe looked like it had been dead way longer than two days.”
“That’s what I thought,” Dean said, nodding sagely. So case closed. And damn he’d been ready to get out of Evanston, but if there was a reason to stay… Peter just watched him patiently. Dean had no idea what he was thinking, and that made him nervous. “So I’d say we’ve got everything wrapped up.”
“Sure,” Peter said quickly. “I’m supposed to meet Nathan at the library at five. He wanted to do some research while we were in town, helping a friend of ours with this list thing. That’s supposed to take a couple days.”
“Yeah well… Sam and I were probably heading out of town, so…”
Dean watched Sam pick at his chow mien for two whole minutes before he tossed down his chopsticks in disgust. “Sammy, would you please stop pining?”
“Pining? I didn’t even know you knew that word.” Sam shoved the noodles around his plastic plate.
“Ha ha. No, seriously. Do we need to get you a puppy or something? You look miserable.”
“No, I’m just…”
“Don’t say this is about me and Peter.”
“I wasn’t going to.”
“Okay then.” Dean endured another minute or so of noodle stirring. “You wanna… I dunno, call someone?”
“They don’t use phones. It’s this weird Big Brother technology thing.”
“Paranoid much?”
“Hey, if demons and vampires can exist,” Sam said vehemently, “I’m willing to believe there might be a disembodied woman working for a mysterious and evil Company who can intercept digital communication.”
“I guess. Taking a lot on faith there, Sammy.”
“Maybe so.”
Peter reached for the door handle, then paused and turned back. “Hey, Dean? You have time for a little vacation?”
“Maybe. Why?”
“Well, I was thinking about our brothers.”
--
When Nathan walked out of the library at five after five, he was surprised to see Sam Winchester sitting on the front steps, brooding. He sat down on the step next to him, and Sam nodded in greeting. “Heard you were in town,” he said. “Where’s Peter?”
Sam muttered something indistinct.
“Come again?”
“They ditched us,” Sam grumbled. “Here.” He shoved a note into Nathan’s hand: a half-sheet of notebook paper decorated in Peter’s scrawl.
Sam will be much better at researching all those genealogies. You know that’s where I’m useless. Dean wants my help tracking down some kind of flying monster in Duluth. We’ll see you back here on Sunday. Have fun. I mean it. Much love, Peter.
Nathan crumpled the note and shoved it in his pocket. “Dean leave you a note?”
Sam held up a cocktail napkin covered in chicken scratches. “Yep.”
“Son of a bitch,” Nathan said.
“You’ve gotta be careful saying that about your own brother.”
“Well, if the shoe fits.”
“Nathan?” Peter pushed back further into the circle of Nathan’s arms, letting the sheets slide off his shoulder. “Can I ask you something?”
“Go ahead.”
“When we were apart… You know, when you were with Sam… Did anything happen?”
Nathan sighed, and he felt Peter tense. “I know about you and Dean. Is that why you’re asking?”
“No,” Peter said softly, and Nathan was glad they weren’t facing each other. “I knew you knew.”
“So why are you asking?”
“It just seemed like Sam…”
Now it was Nathan’s turn to tense up. Maybe he’d caught his mind wandering to Sam in the past few weeks, but he didn’t think he’d been too obvious. “Like he what?”
“Never mind. Are you pissed?”
Nathan pressed a kiss to the back of Peter’s neck. “Not really.” And that was true enough. He’d learned long ago how to deal with Peter’s excess of love. “But a little apology wouldn’t hurt.”
Peter turned in the circle of Nathan’s arms, and now his eyes were bright with mischief. “I think that could be arranged.”
They sat there in silence for a moment, until Sam finally heaved a mighty sigh, pushed off the step, stretched, and turned back to Nathan. “So, diner?”
Nathan considered for a moment, and then he stood up. “No. No diner. No dive bar. No drive-through. If Dean and Peter want to take off and work their own case, they’re just going to have to miss out.” He strode off into the parking lot, and Sam followed. “Did Dean at least leave you clothes this time?”
With a puzzled expression, Sam hoisted his bulging backpack.
“I hope you packed a tie.” Nathan fished in his pocked for his keys. “We’re going to be civilized. Get in the car.”
“Which one’s yours?”
Nathan put his key in the door of a shiny black sedan. It took Sam a minute to recognize the model. “Is this an Impala?” he asked incredulously.
“It was Peter’s turn to choose,” Nathan grumbled. Even if he’d had to put up with endless complaining about how this Impala wasn’t nearly as nice as Dean’s Impala. Dean’s Impala had personality. Dean’s Impala purred. Dean’s Impala could get anybody’s pants off.
“Well, it’s no Bentley, but it could be considered civilized,” Sam offered.
Nathan didn’t have a response to that, but he was secretly pleased that Sam approved. Nathan slid into the driver’s seat, and popped the locks for Sam. “Dinner at Trio. The food there is supposed to be amazing. Tomorrow we can take in the Art Institute. Or maybe the Natural History Museum. What do you think?”
“Aren’t we supposed to be doing genealogy research?” Sam asked, tossing his backpack into the back seat.
“Yes. But it’s certainly not time sensitive. The archives will be here next Monday.” Nathan felt almost giddy with the possibility of playing hooky. “Besides, Peter isn’t too clear on the process. When he gets back, I’ll just tell him I’m not done. Then he’ll have to help, the weasely little bastard.”
“Huh.” Sam settled back in his seat. “Dean and Peter planned this somehow, didn’t they.”
When Nathan stopped to think about it, and about his previous conversations with Peter, he’d have to give his brother credit for being a pushy little matchmaker. “I’d say that’s a given, yes.”
“Jerks.”
--
Dean plopped down next to Peter where he sat on the swing on the porch of the Homestead Hotel. “You think they’re naked yet?” Dean asked, propping his feet up on the porch railing.
Peter looked at his watch. “Nah. Nathan’s a wine and dine sort of guy. I’d estimate midnight.”
They watched the sun creep lower over Lake Michigan for a few minutes, and then Dean turned in mock-horror to Peter. “Well, we don’t have to wait until then, do we?”
“Nope.” Peter stood and pulled Dean out of the swing. Hooking his fingers under Dean’s belt buckle, he led him slowly back into their room, and kicked the door shut behind them.
END.
Bonus Features Menu! A crack!porn alternate ending, soundtrack, deleted scenes, and author’s notes. [Or, if you're feeling naughty, go straight for the crack!porn.]
OR, go check out the missing Nathan/Sam scene (totally hot), Civilized byjaune_chat. You won't be sorry.
Oh yeah, and now there's also a sequel, co-written withjaune_chat: My Brothers' Keepers
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Nathan/Peter (Heroes), Dean/Sam (Supernatural), and some cross-pollination.
Warnings: Graphic slash, fictional relatives in lust (consensual incest), violence (really), harsh language
Universe: SPN – vaguely Season 3 (sometime between 3x5 Bedtime Stories and 3x10 Dream a Little Dream of Me). Heroes – vaguely post Season 2 (general spoilers)
Author’s note: Thanks to
jaune_chat for listening to me gripe and for the beta. I don’t own Heroes or Supernatural.Part I - Part II (A) - Part II (B) - Part III (A) - Part III (B) - Part IV
Six Weeks Later
Dean strode into the Evanston Township morgue and slapped his FBI badge down on the counter. The nurse looked up from chewing her pen and raised an eyebrow in interest. “Can I help you?” she asked, and looked up him and down with an appraising eye.
“Special Agent Tom Baldwin.” Dean flashed her a confident smile. “I need to take a look at that John Doe from Wilmette.”
“Sure.” The nurse grabbed a clipboard and beckoned to Dean to follow her down the hallway. “Your partner’s already inside.”
Dean almost tripped over his own feet. “Uh,” he said cleverly. Sure, he had faith in his ability to bullshit, but he’d rather avoid explaining himself to a real FBI agent.
Before he could spit out a plausible excuse, the door at the end of the hallway burst open. Another nurse was pointing out something on a clipboard to a man in a black suit. “Ah, there he is,” said the nurse at Dean’s side.
The fed looked up; his eyes flashed surprise for a moment before retreating into neutrality. “Nice of you to join us,” he said. Dean hesitated, torn between running and standing his ground. As they drew closer, Dean finally recognized the man in the suit: Nathan.
“I was just finishing up here,” Nathan said. “Why don’t I fill you in on our way to the car.” He turned back to the nurse. “Thanks for your help, ma’am.” Yes, the man was quick on his feet.
“Dean!”
“What?”
“That was Highway 14. We were supposed to turn there.”
“This is a shortcut.”
Sam threw up his hands and slumped back in his seat, glowering. Dean alternated between watching the road and looking back at Sam. The glower didn’t go away.
“Why have you been acting so weird?” Dean asked at last.
“Weird how?”
“I don’t know. Weird moody. Like moodier than usual,” Dean elaborated.
“I am not.”
“Yeah. Ever since that thing in Ohio.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” Sam turned further toward the window.
“Sam…” Even if Sam was being a bitch about it, Dean had to at least try. “Is it what that demon said? About us? Do you think we’re damned because of—.”
“No,” Sam cut him off. “God no, Dean. How could you think that?”
Dean shrugged as if it was nothing, but the thought had been eating at him. If Sam wanted a change but didn’t know how to say so, Dean needed to give him a way out. “But something’s weird. What’s with the brooding, seriously?”
Sam didn’t say anything at first, but Dean knew to give him time. Eventually, he heaved a sigh. “I was just… thinking about the Petrellis. That’s all.” He blushed and slumped down in the passenger seat until his knees hit the dashboard.
That was when Dean began to get ideas.
With a last smile and wave at the nurses, Dean and Nathan walked out of the building in silence and emerged onto the sunny street. Nathan steered them into a nook along the side of the building, out of the flow of pedestrians.
“What are you doing here?” Dean asked immediately.
“Working,” Nathan said coolly. “Where’s your husband?”
“Where’s yours?” Dean parried.
Nathan loosened his tie, managing to look somehow both more disheveled and more dignified. “If you came here to see that John Doe, we must be working the same case.”
“Yeah, and it’s our case!”
Nathan nodded thoughtfully. “You may be right about that.”
“Of course I’m right,” Dean said. It seemed a little paranoid to think that Nathan had agreed too easily, but this was one occasion when Dean was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“Well. I guess I’ll leave you to it.” Nathan hesitated a moment, as if debating whether to say something further, but then he gave Dean a curt nod and strode away.
Dean was halfway down the block before he realized that Nathan had neglected to tell him anything about the autopsy.
--
The lock on the back door was easy to pick. Sam was pretty sure the house didn’t have an alarm system, but classy neighborhoods like this one had more than their share, so he didn’t begrudge a few extra minutes to double-check for any security controls. When he was finally sure that no rent-a-cop was going to burst in on him, he set out to explore the rest of the house.
In the living room, a framed picture caught his eye: it was a middle-aged couple standing in front of a giant, lit Ferris wheel. Sure enough, the woman was Jessica Kings, the crazy lady he and Dean had taken care of last night. The other guy must be her philandering husband, Brian. It seemed a bit strange to keep a picture of you and your ex-wife in your house, but that would just about jive with the crazy stuff they’d learned about this couple so far. Some people’s lives just didn’t bear examining too closely.
“Sam?”
Sam had dropped this picture, pulled out his gun out and pointed it all in the space of a heartbeat. It took him a few seconds to recognize the man who stood at the bottom of the stairs, hands up in surrender.
“Peter?”
“Yeah,” Peter said, lowering his hands as Sam lowered the gun. “Wow… You’re… Here.”
“So are you,” Sam said. He shoved the gun back into his waistband.
“Yeah, well we’re working a case.”
“So are we.”
“Um… I don’t suppose they might be different cases?” Peter ventured a hopeful smile that Sam did not find at all cute.
“Not unless you broke in here for reasons that have nothing to do with that Jane Doe they found in Wilmette.” Sam picked up the framed photo from the floor. Its glass was cracked, but he put it back on the mantle anyway.
“That’d be a no, then,” Peter said, and drifted further into the room. “So, any theories?”
“A few. I’ll know more when Dean gets back from the morgue.”
“That’s where Nathan is.”
“Great.” And I can’t ask how he is. That would look weird. Or would it look weird not to ask. Well crap. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to check out the house.”
“Go right ahead.” Peter stepped aside. “There’s a body up in the master bedroom.”
“Great.” Sam started up the stairs, and was surprised when Peter fell into step next to him.
“So how’ve you been?”
“I’m trying to work. Do you mind?” He wasn’t too happy to see Peter in the first place, and he certainly wasn’t in the mood for coffee klatch, even if he was more than mildly curious how Nathan was doing. If he was working a job, he must be fully recovered from his run-in with the demon. Or not. Sam knew how Dean behaved when he was injured: restless and too eager to get back into the fight. He imagined Nathan was the same way.
“At first I thought this was something Nathan and I had tangled with before,” Peter said, pushing open a door at the top of the stairs. “Brains missing and all. But now I’m not so sure.”
Sam suppressed a smug smile. He was positive this case was in the bag; it was just icing on the cake that Peter would be here when he got definitive proof. He wasn’t ready to admit to himself why it was so important to show up Peter. Instead, he went to examine the mess on the floor: man with his head ripped open, lots of blood. It was probably Brian Kings, but it was hard to tell, he was so mangled.
“It’s the defensive wounds that confused me,” Peter said from the doorway. “Whatever attacked this guy got up close and personal.”
Sam looked at the skin caught under Brian’s fingernails. “Uh huh. Looks like we were right.” Sam stood up and brushed his hands off on his jeans.
“So what was it?” Peter asked.
Sam loved this part. “Zombies.”
Peter stared at him. “Zombies.”
“Yep. Zombies. Reanimated corpses. The living dead.”
“Zombies.”
“Yeah. Dean and I took care of the zombie master—the uh, person who called the zombie—yesterday.” Sam shuddered and made a mental note never to cheat on anyone who would think to call up his dead lover to eat his brains. “I’ll bet you a hundred bucks that the John Doe the police are so quiet on has really been dead for weeks.”
“Zombies,” Peter repeated.
“Yep. So that about wraps things up here.” Sam stood and met Peter’s eyes. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask where Nathan was, ask if they wanted to go get a drink—no, drinking with Nathan was a bad idea; maybe just a bite to eat, then maybe back to Nathan’s hotel room to make out. Nathan certainly wasn’t the zombie-calling type. Totally safe to make out with him.
“Anything… else?” Peter asked.
“Nathan this, Nathan that,” Dean mimicked. “If he’s so great, why don’t you go marry him?”
“You are seriously ten years old, Dean.” Sam took another bite of his short stack and waited for Dean to get this out of his system.
“Nathan’s so organized. Nathan’s such a good researcher. Nathan has great taste. Nathan shits rainbows and puppies.”
“And yet, you never say a word about Peter.” Sam stabbed his fork into his pancakes with more violence than was strictly necessary. “Spent two weeks with the guy and don’t have anything to say about it. Why is that?”
“It just means I’m not completely annoying.”
“Or you’re trying to hide something,” Sam snapped. He’d taken enough of his brother’s crap on this topic. “Don’t worry, Dean. I already know.”
Dean hesitate, just a second, but enough to give himself away, before asking, “Know what?”
“We saw your motel room in Baltimore. It was pretty obvious what you two had been doing.”
Dean had a slick reply ready, Sam could tell, but he stopped himself. Instead, he looked down at his coffee and shrugged. “What do you want me to say?”
“Something,” Sam said. That was really the issue. If Dean had fessed up, then Sam could have come clean too. But there was no way in hell—or out of it—that Sam was going to break down before Dean. “I just want you to say something.”
“Nope, nothing,” Sam said. “Zombies are taken care of.”
“Well, if you’re done with the job—,” Peter began.
“We’ll be moving on,” Sam said quickly. He couldn’t ask. He’d be a hypocrite after all that shit he gave Dean about Peter, so instead he tossed a, “See you around” over his shoulder as he fled the scene of the crime.
--
Dean hated the suburbs. Even if he was just trying to find his way back to the motel, he always got lost in a damn housing development and had to spend hours driving down twisty roads with names like “Hill Creek” and “Eagle Pond” and “Hickory Grove Mountain Forest Glen.” By the time he finally saw the gates of the development, he was so eager for freedom that he forgot to watch for pedestrians. When a man jumped out in front of his car, he barely slammed on the break in time to not make mincemeat of the dude.
“Watch it!” Dean shouted.
To his surprise, the guy came to the passenger side and opened the door to climb in. “Hey Dean.” It was Peter.
“You gave me a freaking heart attack,” Dean grumbled.
“Sorry,” Peter said, but he didn’t look sorry at all.
“I heard you were in town.”
“I saw your brother. At that house. Zombie victim and all.”
“Heh. Zombies. They’re so awesome.” At Peter’s skeptical look, he went on. “I mean, in a terrible, vicious way.”
“I talked to Nathan. He said that John Doe looked like it had been dead way longer than two days.”
“That’s what I thought,” Dean said, nodding sagely. So case closed. And damn he’d been ready to get out of Evanston, but if there was a reason to stay… Peter just watched him patiently. Dean had no idea what he was thinking, and that made him nervous. “So I’d say we’ve got everything wrapped up.”
“Sure,” Peter said quickly. “I’m supposed to meet Nathan at the library at five. He wanted to do some research while we were in town, helping a friend of ours with this list thing. That’s supposed to take a couple days.”
“Yeah well… Sam and I were probably heading out of town, so…”
Dean watched Sam pick at his chow mien for two whole minutes before he tossed down his chopsticks in disgust. “Sammy, would you please stop pining?”
“Pining? I didn’t even know you knew that word.” Sam shoved the noodles around his plastic plate.
“Ha ha. No, seriously. Do we need to get you a puppy or something? You look miserable.”
“No, I’m just…”
“Don’t say this is about me and Peter.”
“I wasn’t going to.”
“Okay then.” Dean endured another minute or so of noodle stirring. “You wanna… I dunno, call someone?”
“They don’t use phones. It’s this weird Big Brother technology thing.”
“Paranoid much?”
“Hey, if demons and vampires can exist,” Sam said vehemently, “I’m willing to believe there might be a disembodied woman working for a mysterious and evil Company who can intercept digital communication.”
“I guess. Taking a lot on faith there, Sammy.”
“Maybe so.”
Peter reached for the door handle, then paused and turned back. “Hey, Dean? You have time for a little vacation?”
“Maybe. Why?”
“Well, I was thinking about our brothers.”
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When Nathan walked out of the library at five after five, he was surprised to see Sam Winchester sitting on the front steps, brooding. He sat down on the step next to him, and Sam nodded in greeting. “Heard you were in town,” he said. “Where’s Peter?”
Sam muttered something indistinct.
“Come again?”
“They ditched us,” Sam grumbled. “Here.” He shoved a note into Nathan’s hand: a half-sheet of notebook paper decorated in Peter’s scrawl.
Sam will be much better at researching all those genealogies. You know that’s where I’m useless. Dean wants my help tracking down some kind of flying monster in Duluth. We’ll see you back here on Sunday. Have fun. I mean it. Much love, Peter.
Nathan crumpled the note and shoved it in his pocket. “Dean leave you a note?”
Sam held up a cocktail napkin covered in chicken scratches. “Yep.”
“Son of a bitch,” Nathan said.
“You’ve gotta be careful saying that about your own brother.”
“Well, if the shoe fits.”
“Nathan?” Peter pushed back further into the circle of Nathan’s arms, letting the sheets slide off his shoulder. “Can I ask you something?”
“Go ahead.”
“When we were apart… You know, when you were with Sam… Did anything happen?”
Nathan sighed, and he felt Peter tense. “I know about you and Dean. Is that why you’re asking?”
“No,” Peter said softly, and Nathan was glad they weren’t facing each other. “I knew you knew.”
“So why are you asking?”
“It just seemed like Sam…”
Now it was Nathan’s turn to tense up. Maybe he’d caught his mind wandering to Sam in the past few weeks, but he didn’t think he’d been too obvious. “Like he what?”
“Never mind. Are you pissed?”
Nathan pressed a kiss to the back of Peter’s neck. “Not really.” And that was true enough. He’d learned long ago how to deal with Peter’s excess of love. “But a little apology wouldn’t hurt.”
Peter turned in the circle of Nathan’s arms, and now his eyes were bright with mischief. “I think that could be arranged.”
They sat there in silence for a moment, until Sam finally heaved a mighty sigh, pushed off the step, stretched, and turned back to Nathan. “So, diner?”
Nathan considered for a moment, and then he stood up. “No. No diner. No dive bar. No drive-through. If Dean and Peter want to take off and work their own case, they’re just going to have to miss out.” He strode off into the parking lot, and Sam followed. “Did Dean at least leave you clothes this time?”
With a puzzled expression, Sam hoisted his bulging backpack.
“I hope you packed a tie.” Nathan fished in his pocked for his keys. “We’re going to be civilized. Get in the car.”
“Which one’s yours?”
Nathan put his key in the door of a shiny black sedan. It took Sam a minute to recognize the model. “Is this an Impala?” he asked incredulously.
“It was Peter’s turn to choose,” Nathan grumbled. Even if he’d had to put up with endless complaining about how this Impala wasn’t nearly as nice as Dean’s Impala. Dean’s Impala had personality. Dean’s Impala purred. Dean’s Impala could get anybody’s pants off.
“Well, it’s no Bentley, but it could be considered civilized,” Sam offered.
Nathan didn’t have a response to that, but he was secretly pleased that Sam approved. Nathan slid into the driver’s seat, and popped the locks for Sam. “Dinner at Trio. The food there is supposed to be amazing. Tomorrow we can take in the Art Institute. Or maybe the Natural History Museum. What do you think?”
“Aren’t we supposed to be doing genealogy research?” Sam asked, tossing his backpack into the back seat.
“Yes. But it’s certainly not time sensitive. The archives will be here next Monday.” Nathan felt almost giddy with the possibility of playing hooky. “Besides, Peter isn’t too clear on the process. When he gets back, I’ll just tell him I’m not done. Then he’ll have to help, the weasely little bastard.”
“Huh.” Sam settled back in his seat. “Dean and Peter planned this somehow, didn’t they.”
When Nathan stopped to think about it, and about his previous conversations with Peter, he’d have to give his brother credit for being a pushy little matchmaker. “I’d say that’s a given, yes.”
“Jerks.”
--
Dean plopped down next to Peter where he sat on the swing on the porch of the Homestead Hotel. “You think they’re naked yet?” Dean asked, propping his feet up on the porch railing.
Peter looked at his watch. “Nah. Nathan’s a wine and dine sort of guy. I’d estimate midnight.”
They watched the sun creep lower over Lake Michigan for a few minutes, and then Dean turned in mock-horror to Peter. “Well, we don’t have to wait until then, do we?”
“Nope.” Peter stood and pulled Dean out of the swing. Hooking his fingers under Dean’s belt buckle, he led him slowly back into their room, and kicked the door shut behind them.
END.
Bonus Features Menu! A crack!porn alternate ending, soundtrack, deleted scenes, and author’s notes. [Or, if you're feeling naughty, go straight for the crack!porn.]
OR, go check out the missing Nathan/Sam scene (totally hot), Civilized by
jaune_chat. You won't be sorry.Oh yeah, and now there's also a sequel, co-written with
jaune_chat: My Brothers' Keepers
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Date: 2008-07-04 05:49 am (UTC)I've been trying to stay away from the internet on my vacation, but I was checking my email, and saw that you posted the ending and I just HAD to read it. This was brilliant. the whole thing. Excellent job as usual, Jill!!
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Date: 2008-07-06 09:04 pm (UTC)I'm glad you got a chance to read it (even if you had to cheat and peek at the internet on your vacation)! Thanks for thinking of me! Hope you're still have some relaxation and quality time with the little ones.
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Date: 2008-07-04 09:07 pm (UTC)Must say,I myself was introduced to Supernatural only a few months back.Huh,though the wonderfull tv channel it was showing on decided to just...poof!...drop it before the 1st season was finished!I'm totally pissed!But yeah,this fic was a nice dose of Winchester for me!Thanks!Plus,you REALLY have Dean down to an art!He was just so in character here.Very convincing.
One thing though,strangely I can't really see Sam and Dean as a slash couple - they've just got a very convincing brother-thing going on,in my opinion.They're not so...touchy-feely,like Peter and Nathan,y'know?!But that's just my opinion,like I said.I'll tell ya one thing though - Peter and Dean?Now THAT was hot!
Ok,so that's my random rambling for the night!I'll say it again - can't wait for your bonus stuff for this!Great job!
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Date: 2008-07-06 09:09 pm (UTC)I also came to Supernatural pretty late in the game (halfway through the current season). You should invest in the DVDs; they're great fun. I'm glad you found Dean convincing. At first, I felt less confident writing the Winchesters than the Petrellis, but then I watched so much Supernatural all at once that it became much easier.
I agree that Nathan and Peter touch more, but Supernaturl is in many ways The Epic Love Story of Sam and Dean as much as Heroes is The Story of How Petrellicest Saved the World. But yeah... Dean/Peter FTW, in my opinion!
Thanks for reading and commenting!
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Date: 2008-07-06 09:33 pm (UTC)Molly is so cute when she shows up! And I forgot about Wireless.
Awesome fic, thanks for posting.
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Date: 2008-07-06 11:48 pm (UTC)I've read other brocest crossovers with these two series; but of course, the whole "You're fucking your brother too!" thing tends to come off as a rather strange coincidence and kinda interferes with the whole fantasy by making it all seem rather silly at worst and a bit too meta at best.
You came up with an excellent solution here by making the incest an important aspect of the case itself and THE REASON for the pairs of brothers to meet. It totally works here.
I read the alternate ending and while it was quite yummy, I think you ultimately made the right choice with the "official" ending. Though I can see some foursomes in the future ... though yes, hopefully with less punching. ;) Nathan and Dean AND Peter and Sam probably have to work out some more of their issues with each other too first. The jealousy IS quite interesting primarily because neither pair is exclusive sexually. I think it's probably because it was clear from the beginning that this is more than sex and even more than what Nathan had with Heidi or Sam had with whatever the name of his dead fiancee was. I can see a future though where the four of them form some weird family that totally works for them. Perhaps too idealistic to work but this IS fantasy plus they all kinda really need it. So a family plus an occasional foursome plus Nathan/Dean and Peter/Sam as well eventually too. :D
Of course, there's a lot they *don't* know about each other. Namely, the Winchesters don't know Nathan can fly. (That worked as well btw: Nathan only flying once in the whole story and then not in front of anyone conscious. Nathan flies so rarely in the series, you almost forget he can; but that's part of Nathan's character too. Still, I imagine both Winchesters being completely shocked the first time seeing Nathan fly ... even after seeing many of the number of things Peter can do.) And the Petrellis don't know Dean has a few months before he literally has an appointment in hell.
That all said, I know you likely have no plans for a series or anything in this universe ... but one can hope, huh?
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Date: 2008-07-08 12:39 am (UTC)I watched a few episodes of Supernatural, and got more hooked than I expected to be. The broangst is just delicious. But it was kind of difficult once I finally got the characters together to get to that, "Hm, we're both fucking our brothers" place. But once the incest demon plot bunny hopped into the yard, it was all over. So I'm glad that plot device worked for you!
I agree that the crack!porn couldn't really be the real ending. For one thing, I just sort of threw character development to the winds and let the guys fuck, y'know? I feel like there would probably have been more angst (like, boatloads more) before that could have happened. Still, you're right about neither pairing being exclusive, so why not, eh? Mmm... meeting up somewhere on the road for an occasional foursome... Mmmm....
And you are so right about what the other brothers don't know. I toyed with the idea of having Nathan use his power somehow in the final fight, but it worked without it. And Peter only overheard something about Dean selling his soul, not the specific circumstances... The bros are so secretive, it didn't seem right to have them divulge all their secrets. Kudos to you for picking out those circumstances. And yes, it was possibly deliberate when I thought there might be a chance for a Petrelli/Winchester reunion... Maybe when I finish my
Thanks so much for your comments!
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Date: 2008-07-07 11:09 pm (UTC)You took a wacky premise and made it work. Loved it!
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Date: 2008-07-09 08:01 am (UTC)First of all, this was brilliantly conceived and structured - the story fit beautifully with both the SPN and heroes universe, and the detail and lore/research aspects were very well done. I felt like I was watching an episode of SPN with my favorite guest stars, it was that good.
I'm late to the SPN-verse (I bought S1 and 2 on DVD about 6 months ago, and really enjoyed them, and have now just finished S3), but to me, your Sam and Dean characterizations are perfect. Truth be told, I'm not a big fan of Sammy - I'm a Dean-girl at heart, and I just love the way you've written him here.
Of course, your Peter and Nathan rock, as always. I love their screwed up, codependent, inappropriate relationship - and I adore the idea of the two of them traveling the country, looking for specials on their own. I miss these two so much, but this fic helps. God, is it September yet?
*Sigh*, the world definitely needs more crossovers involving beautiful boys and demons (Peter/Dean in particular)...and I can't believe I just typed that. I think that's a sign that I need to wind this up. Thank you so much for writing and posting this. I only wish I'd seen it before July 5th, so I could have nominated it for the slash awards (I was one of no doubt many people who put your fics up for consideration in several other categories...you deserve it!).
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Date: 2008-07-22 01:57 am (UTC)Thank you for your comments! It's so great to get thoughtful feedback! No, seriously, it makes my heart happy. Considering all the hours spent writing, it's a really great reward to find a comment like this sitting in my inbox.
I'm glad you liked the plot! I sometimes wish real SPN (or Heroes for that matter) episodes could be like this, what with the bro-yay. Alas, we work with what we have. I'm also a recent comer to SPN and (shh, don't tell anyone) I'm also in love with Dean. They're both fun to play with, but Dean gets to have most of the fun while Sam's busy torturing himself. Truly, I think Dean slashes with almost anything that moves, but it was a grand old time slashing him with Peter. They're both so... sex-on-a-stick that it was almost ridiculously easy to get them into bed together.
It was fun incorporating Peter and Nathan into Dean and Sam's world. But I think Peter and Nathan would probably spend their fair share of time being pissed at each other if they were traveling the country on their own. And I, too, am getting itchy for September. Seriously.
Oh, and THANK YOU for the nominations! *blushes* Again with the warm fuzzy feelings.
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Date: 2008-07-13 06:22 pm (UTC)A true pleasure to read.
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Date: 2008-07-16 06:12 am (UTC)I am both a Nathan/Peter and a Dean/Sam cester Broyayer. But Peter/Dean was hot out the box. so freakin hot.
Your Dean is exquisite.
I love hearing from Molly and Matt. It was also good to see Bobby mentioned and of course the Impala.
Also the snippets into the bothers' past was a wonderful touch
The incest demon was a brilliant idea. As was the plan of Dean's and Peter's to get Nathan and Sam together, I really wanted that to happen.
This is absolutely on my two favorite slash fictions of all time. (and I read a lot of slash)
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Date: 2008-07-22 02:00 am (UTC)I, too, love each pair of brothers which each other, but you just know that those characters would fall into bed with each other. So it had to be done. Sam and Nathan, on the other hand, have much better impulse control, so I needed Dean and Peter's help for them to hook up in the end.
I'm glad you liked the flashbacks and that they didn't seem unnecessarily confusing. I had to get the Sam/Dean and Nathan/Peter into the picture somehow.
Thanks so much for your comments!
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Date: 2008-07-20 12:57 pm (UTC)Fantastic! :)
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Date: 2008-09-24 09:44 pm (UTC)I wish you'd write more for this series. I feel so sad now that it's done.
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Date: 2008-10-06 10:10 pm (UTC)OMG, hahahah, just, ohh dean!
“Working,” Nathan said coolly. “Where’s your husband?”
“Where’s yours?” Dean parried.
awww, man, thank god this is the epilogue, otherwise, I could never sleep, but damn, your dialoges are SO GOOD!
Great.” And I can’t ask how he is. That would look weird. Or would it look weird not to ask. Well crap. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to check out the house.”
hahah, yeah, totally cut the crap, you want to know how nathan is doing it, admit is!!!
then maybe back to Nathan’s hotel room to make out. Nathan certainly wasn’t the zombie-calling type. Totally safe to make out with him.
man, I totally love how single minded and focussed Sam is, hahaha, make out NOW!
“Heh. Zombies. They’re so awesome.” At Peter’s skeptical look, he went on. “I mean, in a terrible, vicious wa
LOL, maniacal laughter, only dean could be so excited about zombies!
Sam held up a cocktail napkin covered in chicken scratches. “Yep.”
soo awesome, I had to read it three times to got it that those chicken scratches were deans handwriting , LOL *dies*
DAMN; this was just sooooooooooooo awesome, I love your crossover to pieces, and now that I have read it like 3 or 4 times already, I still want to copy and paste all in a word doc, and print it out!
its utterly brilliant!
you did such a superb job!
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Date: 2008-10-31 12:56 am (UTC)Zzzzommmmmmmmbiiiiiiies! You can never go wrong with Zombies.
Oh yeah, heh. Dean's handwriting is not very good, I imagine. He can't be bothered to take his time writing!
Thank you so much for taking the time to leave detailed feedback for me on every chapter. It really means a lot to hear from readers, considering the hours I spent angsting over the writing of this. So thanks muchly, and I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2008-10-13 12:24 am (UTC)This story is so refreshingly brilliant, it makes me do a double take on every story I ever felt was good before. I should probably start by saying that I have never read Wincest or Petrellicest before (though in the wonderful world of slash fan fics, I was aware they existed). And although I find the incest component slightly uncomfortable to read, I couldn't tear myself away from this story. That is how good your story is.
I love both Supernatural and Heroes, and when I saw the pair up of both brothers, I was excited, but nothing prepared me for just how much your story would grab me and captivate me. I have thought of almost nothing else since.
Your work is truly inspiring, and has actually gotten me out of my own writer's block. The descriptions, the humor, the crazy hot sex... all of it is full of win. Dean was by far my favorite character (though he is on the show as well) and the "shits rainbows and puppies" line had me laughing loud enough I'm sure my neighbors heard.
The slow build up was by far one of the things I enjoyed most. Peter and Nathan were believably reluctant to share their powers, and I was glad when Nathan barely used his at all. Also, I loved that you included Sam's love of research as a factor (especially in connection to Nathan). Just to go semi off topic for a moment, I watched the most recent episode yesterday and Dean had a line that made my jaw drop - something about how much Sam loves his research and how he keeps it under his mattress next to his KY. In that second alone, I could hear the furious typing of fangirls around the world.
I just cannot say enough about this story, really. Thank you oh so much for sharing this. It may be the first and last cest fic I read, but that's okay, because everything else will pale in comparison to this.
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Date: 2008-10-31 12:47 am (UTC)I'm flattered that you gave this a chance despite not being all about the 'cest, yourself. And I'm glad that all the plot and build up worked for you. Sometimes I worry that my readers will shout "enough of the yappity-yap, get to the PORN!" but apparently it worked this time. :)
I love Nathan and Sam's love of research, and I LOL'd at Dean's line in that episode. That's our Sammy! But Nathan loves him some research, too. He was a lawyer, after all.
So thanks again for your flattering words, and thank you for reading!
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Date: 2009-05-07 08:43 pm (UTC)Also, there is now a sequel to this fic, and it can be found here (http://brighteyed-jill.livejournal.com/53661.html).
Thank you for reading, and I'm glad you enjoyed the fic!
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Date: 2009-05-07 06:20 pm (UTC)(Also, Tom Baldwin? Nod to a prematurely canceled awesome tv show?)
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Date: 2009-05-07 08:46 pm (UTC)Anyway, I'm so glad you enjoyed. Oh, the excitement of Big Bang season! Thanks for reading and commenting, and I hope you enjoy the sequel.
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Date: 2009-05-11 06:40 am (UTC)my email is amalthia at gmail.com and word doc works for me.
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Date: 2009-05-21 03:30 am (UTC)My brain is goo...
Date: 2009-09-25 02:48 am (UTC)My friend and I were watching Supernatural about a week ago and we were randomly considering crossovers and what would happen! Of course Sam would be all nerdy and want to read Mohinder's dad's book and Dean would be all: "Wait... that guy can fly? That's kinda GAY." Or something to that effect. So, she said she'd have to go find a crossover fic because of COURSE there had to be something out there. Then, the other day she was like: "Oh yeah! I found this story. It's Wincest AND Petrellicest! And then, they end up switching!! To Dean/Peter Sam/Nathan!" And I said: "That's my life! In fanfiction form!! And of course it would have to be the younger and the older brothers. Nathan and Dean would be too manly together. Peter and Sam are the girls."
And then I read this fic. And loved it. Stayed up too late reading, was tired for work the next day... and pretty much couldn't stop. I do have to admit I was kinda bummbed that Nathan and Sam never really made it together, but out of the two pairs, it made sense for Peter and Dean to hook up. But, of course, I read the crack! add on, and was happy. And I'm also about to read Civilized, but figured I should review here first.
When my friend was telling me about what Nathan and Peter were doing, since the whole Sam Dean thing is obvious, I thought it was kinda dumb. But she said it fit, and it totally does! And so NOT dumb!! Your story was perfect! I loved the constant comparisons between the brothers, like the difference between Nathan and Dean, Peter and Sam. The humor was also very well crafted, subtle and very "splutter-whatever-food-you-are-eating/drinking" worthy. The Petrelli Impala was PERFECT. Like I keep saying, everything was perfect!! There are not enough positive and flattering adjectives in the dictionary to explain my love for this story.
Watching Supernatural and Heroes will never be the same!! And I thank you for that. =)
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Date: 2009-10-05 04:26 am (UTC)But yes, I hadn't given much thought to the Nathan/Peter and Dean/Sam parallels until one day I just sort of scrawled down a scene of Nathan and Dean confronting each other about their missing brothers. From there the plot bunnies started running wild with conjecture about how the brothers might be thrown together on a case, how they'd totally jump each others bones, and "Huh, you sleep with your brother too? Neat!" The two sets of bros are just a goldmine of plot possibilities waiting to happen, I tell ya!
It's funny actually that Sam and Nathan and Dean and Peter ended up together, because for a long time I went back and forth on who should be paired up. But then really I thought that Sam and Peter might kill each other, and Nathan and Dean might kill each other too, so it had to go this way. Peter and Sam each need a big brother looking out for them.
I'm glad you warmed up to the Petrelli relationship (dude, they are SO all over each other in canon). I'm glad it wasn't dumb. :) And I always like to hear that humor has put computer screens in peril of being spat upon. Yay! I'm so very happy that you found the story and enjoyed it, and thank you again for taking the time to leave such a lovely comment!
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Date: 2009-09-27 03:51 am (UTC)This was, actually, my first time reading Petrellicest, but only because I fell out of the Heroes fandom a while ago. But when she told me about this fic, I had to come read it for myself! Your writing is awesome, can I just say, and the characterization was spot on!
I really, really enjoyed this. Like Knotts said, the banter was very witty and well-placed. I'm so sleepy right now this review is probably quite incoherent! I apologize for that.
One thing I discovered while reading this is that I am a diehard Wincest fan! I mean, even with the new season of Supernatural, with Kripke playing up the Dean/Castiel relationship, you'd think I'd be all over it. But no, I get squicky because it interferes with Sam and Dean! So reading this, at first, was a tiny bit hard for me, but I love the way you integrated all of the different relationships, it really worked for me! I'll be reading the sequel, for sure, but not until tomorrow! My brain is starting to hurt now.
Thanks for such awesomeness! <3
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Date: 2009-10-05 04:29 am (UTC)In any case, I'm glad you enjoyed this! Sometimes I get so mired down in the angst of Heroes canon that I don't get to write in much levity, but I think the Supernatural style leaves a lot of room for camp and fun, so I'm glad you liked the banter!
About the Wincest: I kinda knew I was in a tough spot when I broke up the bro pairings on the first page, so I prettymuch had to have the flashbacks or there would have been NO Petrellicest or Wincest at all, and that was clearly unacceptable!
Thanks so much for reading, and I hope you enjoy the sequel, too!
P.S. Theatre nerd love!