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Dean/Martha - The Year That Wasn't
Fandom: Supernatural/Doctor Who
Title: The Year That Wasn't
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Martha Jones, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, mentions of the Master, the Doctor, and Captain Jack Harkness
Content Warning: Spoilers through season three/series four for both shows.
Summary: On May 17, 2007, Dean Winchester made a deal for his brother's life and wound up with one year to live.
Author's Note: A really random plot bunny that wouldn't let me go. I'm a bit new to the Who fandom, so I don't know if this has ever been done or over done for that matter, but I had fun writing it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural or Doctor Who. They're owned by the CW and BBC. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
On May 17, 2007, Dean Winchester made a deal for his brother’s life and wound up with one year to live. Sam Winchester wasn’t exactly pleased with that, but for the time being he was just going to have to sit tight and live with it. There was a ‘no weaseling’ clause on this one—not that it was really necessary. Dean was never a weasel, and would probably threaten to shoot anyone who ever accused him of it, but the clause was there anyway. No weaseling meant no weaseling, and Dean wasn’t exactly going to let Sammy drop dead on his behalf.
End of story.
***
On June 23, 2007, Harold Saxon, also known to his friends as the Master, decided to assassinate the president of the United States, turn your standard Type-40 TARDIS into a Paradox Machine, launched the Toclafane on the unsuspecting human race and murdered a whole shit load of people.
Dean had no idea what any of that meant (aside from the murdering a whole shit load of people part), all he knew was that he had forty-six weeks to live, and some big shot psycho who thought he was an alien was completely ruining his last year on the planet Earth.
He also knew that some psychopath was killing people, and there wasn’t a whole lot most of the major population was going to do about it. So that only left two options really. Sit on his ass and wait for this stupid looking little round things to come down and blast him and Sammy away.
Or, he could pick himself up, find out how to shoot the damn things out of the sky, and go down swinging.
Personally, he and Sam were rather big fans of option B.
***
On September 17, 2007, the Toclafane blew up the Impala. Dean walked out of the hovel that they were crashing in, and found the car formerly known as his baby scattered in pieces across the cracked and steaming pathway that was formerly known as a street. He was sure that they probably had a very, very good reason to blow up the one thing he would sell his soul for, other than his brother, anyway, but as far as Dean was concerned, it certainly wasn’t going to be good enough.
Needless to say, Dean was not pleased. He went out and did his best to shoot the ever living daylights out of the damn things but plain old bullets? Weren’t doin’ so well. Somehow they managed to survive the lasers and everything else the balls wanted to hurl at them, and dove right back into the hovel where they came from. As they sat there, backs planted against the wall, catching their breath, Sam just looked over at him with heavy sigh.
“Dean?”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s never do that again.”
***
On October 20, 2007, Sam had the bright idea that maybe if the bullets of the Colt worked on demons, maybe they would work on the Toclafane too.
Dean was very, very quick to point out to his brother that the Colt was in pieces, and wasn’t looking to be working any time soon.
Sam promptly told Dean to shove it, and reminded him that at least he had an idea.
***
On November 8. 2007, Bobby Singer got word that a chick named Martha Jones was gonna come swinging through their end of town. Rumor had it that she was the girl with the stones to kill the Master, and as far as Dean was concerned? That’s the kind of girl that was alright with him. What she needed from them, however, was a place to lay low while she got out her message or whatever the hell she was doing. Sam was all for it, because the brothers were about up to their necks in the resistance and they were ready to do just about everything they could to bring that gloating sonuvabitch down out of the sky. Dean’s reasonings were similar, but there was something slightly skewed about the whole thing. Dean was just excited because this was the closest he was going to get to an actual chick after a very long dry spell.
Sam spent most of the time praying that Martha didn’t do the Toclafane’s job for them and murder Dean in his sleep herself.
***
On November 17, 2008, Dean officially had six months to live, Toclafane or no Toclafane. Demons were kind of the end all, be all on the Dean Winchester Life Expectancy at the moment, but he was really, really trying to ignore that fact. And as a pretty black woman dressed in black climbed over the crest of the hill where the brothers were waiting, the ‘ignoring’ part of that equation just got a whole lot easier. Dean flashed her his best ‘I’m totally hot’ grin while Sam rolled his eyes, and probably would have run a hand over his face if he didn’t have bigass shot gun in his hand.
“You lot the Winchesters?” she asked, skidding slightly to a stop in front of them.
“That we are,” Dean replied, extending a hand to her that she shook. “I’m Dean, that’s my brother Sam.”
“Nice to meet you both,” she said with a grin. “Now is there somewhere safe to get to before our little friends descend and try to kill us?”
“I think the lady has a great idea there, Sammy.”
Sam just snorted and shook his head, before nodding in the direction of the hideaway. “Yeah, c’mon—we’re right over here.”
***
On November 20, 2007, Martha Jones finally met Bobby Singer. The Toclafane hadn’t taken too well to Bobby, and he really hadn’t taken too well to them either—after all they did cost him an arm and a leg—literally—but he had been working on a way to bring them down since the day Sam had pointed out that thing about the Colt. The weapon itself was far from finished nor had it been tested to see if it actually worked, but even if it didn’t, it would at least provide enough cover for Martha to make her narrow escape and head on to her next location.
Bobby had taken rather well to Martha, however, and Martha to him, as had both the Winchesters. She was smart, not just book smart, she knew how to handle herself and use what she had to her advantage, and that was something the Winchesters had been living on for years. Dean and Sam took her around to see the various small groups of people in the area, but for every talk, Dean remained outside, keeping an eye out and making sure they weren’t disturbed by the Toclafane or anyone else for that matter.
When Martha came out of the last house, she stood in front of Dean, crossing her arms in front of her chest, and tilting her head to the side slightly. “Not interested in hearing my story?”
“Story’s all well and good, sweetheart, but I’m not going to be able to do you much good,” he said with a slight shrug. “I won’t be around by then anyway.”
Martha’s face sobered slightly at that, and she dropped her hands. “Don’t talk like that. You’ve managed to avoid them for this long—I’m sure you’ll still find a way.”
Dean just shook his head slowly. “Even if I do survive tonight, I still won’t be there. Toclafane don’t have anything to do with it.”
Now, she was just confused. “What do you mean?”
He sighed heavily, before looking at her with a slight grin, but there was nothing happy about it. The grin was almost rueful, bitter, like it was something he regretted entirely, but nothing he could change.
“I only have six months to live.” Her brow furrowed again, more confusion, and he sighed. “Let’s just say it’s a terminal illness and leave it at that. So whether the Toclafane kill me or not—I still won’t be around on D-Day.” She was quiet, her eyes dropping down to the floor. He moved closer, taking his elbows in his hands, and giving her a soft smile—nothing bitter or complicated—just a smile. “If I didn’t have this thing hanging over me, I’d be there one hundred plus percent. But, I—I just don’t have the kind of time.”
She looked up at him and matched his smile, but she wasn’t as certain as his was. She wasn’t as smooth with the lying and the pretending to be okay as he was. He’d had years of practice to perfect it, and she didn’t. It hurt to look at actually, because he knew she was scared that this was going to fall through, and they really, really couldn’t let that happen. His eyes darted up to the sky and he nodded towards the street heading to the next town and the nearest safe point.
“We better go—we don’t want to draw too much undue attention.”
She nodded and let him lead the way back to where Sam and Bobby were stationed. Ahead of them was an empty road, but in the skies were more Toclafane than any of them had ever seen before. This was going to be a tight squeeze, and Martha was obviously going to need a distraction to get out of it alive.
“This is gonna be tight,” Bobby said, shaking his head slightly. “Martha, you better head around the long way. Dean—cover her as far as you can, before you head back here.”
“You got it,” Dean replied before taking Martha’s arm and pulling her back towards the woods and the tree cover. They kept their eyes on the skies and tried their best to seem inconspicuous. Once they got far enough from the sound of the fire, he turned back to Martha and pointed in the direction of the horizon. “Keep heading that way and you’ll hit the next settlement.”
Martha nodded and he gave her arm a good luck squeeze, before starting to pull away. He only moved a few steps before she turned and grabbed his arm. She pulled him into a warm kiss pulling him close and sliding her hands over his shoulders and pulling back with a soft sigh. “Thank you.”
“Just doing my job,” he murmured, before pulling away from her and starting to head back to the fire power. Martha disappeared into the night, trying to find her way to keep spreading the message about the Doctor and everything he stood for.
***
On November 21, 2007, Dean, Sam and Bobby died in Toclafane fire.
Dean wasn’t the only man to die in the name of Martha Jones and the Doctor, but he was the only one in this timeline to kiss her before he did.
***
On June 23, 2008, Martha returned to the Valiant and aided the Doctor, with the rest of the world, in putting a stop to the Master’s iron grip on the world, via the Archangel Network. As Captain Jack Harkness destroyed the Paradox Machine and the world reverted itself, Martha wondered if that meant that everything would go back to the way things used to be, and all the people who died for her would come back, and no one would remember the horrors that had been placed upon them over the past year.
***
On June 23, 2007, Dean watched as some guy named Harold Saxon assassinated the president of the United States, and was subsequently taken down by some guys who he assumed was the British version of a Secret Service. It was exciting and all, but he was a bit disappointed. The British guy had promised aliens, and he just wasn’t delivering.
And here he was hoping that somebody was going to prove the fact that there wasn’t any extraterrestrial life wrong before he died.
***
On March 15, 2008, Sam and Dean were picked up by state troopers when they were busted carrying a trunk full of weapons that probably weren’t registered, and the very astute guy on the left happened to notice the ‘Winchester’ on the end of the last name. They were hauled into the station house for questioning, and left in their separate interrogation rooms while they were waiting to be processed.
Dean was actually rather bored. He drummed his fingers against the table and waited.
And waited.
And—waited.
And something was taking way too long, and he really was hoping that the FBI guy would just show up and haul him away. In fact, they didn’t seem to be coming at all, which was really starting to worry him a bit, but as soon as that thought had slipped passed his mind, the door blew open and a pretty hot looking black chick wandered—no, sauntered—her way into the room and gave Dean a grin.
“Dean Winchester, yeah?”
Oh, Lord. Not another British chick.
“That’s my name,” he said, tilting his head to the side slightly, before giving her his best charming grin. “And who might you be?”
“Martha Jones,” she replied. “I work for UNIT.” The look on his face must have given away that he had no idea what she was talking about, because she just grinned wider before settling down on the seat in front of him. “It’s an international organization that helps protect the world from threats from other planets.”
Dean snorted. “There’s no such things as aliens. And even if there was, I think you guys are missing the big picture here a bit.”
“Oh really?” she said with a smirk. “And what makes you think that aliens aren’t one in the same with the things that go bump in the night?”
Dean just gave her a look right back, and she only just smirked back at him, before getting up from the table and started gathering her things together.
“Just wanted to let you know in person that you and your brother can be on your way—no charges will be filed.”
Dean gave her a look and she returned the look right back with one of her own. “I take it you made that happen?”
“Let’s just say I owed you a favor.”
And now Dean was frowning. He was pretty sure he’d remember meeting a girl like this before. “I’m sorry—have we met, sweetheart? I’m not so good with faces.”
“We haven’t actually,” she said with a small shrug as she headed out the door.
“Then the favor?” Dean watched her as she went, but no answer came back to him. His eyes narrowed slightly, before he shook his head, clearing his head from what was probably the weirdest encounter ever.
And coming from him, that was saying something.
Title: The Year That Wasn't
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Martha Jones, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, mentions of the Master, the Doctor, and Captain Jack Harkness
Content Warning: Spoilers through season three/series four for both shows.
Summary: On May 17, 2007, Dean Winchester made a deal for his brother's life and wound up with one year to live.
Author's Note: A really random plot bunny that wouldn't let me go. I'm a bit new to the Who fandom, so I don't know if this has ever been done or over done for that matter, but I had fun writing it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural or Doctor Who. They're owned by the CW and BBC. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
On May 17, 2007, Dean Winchester made a deal for his brother’s life and wound up with one year to live. Sam Winchester wasn’t exactly pleased with that, but for the time being he was just going to have to sit tight and live with it. There was a ‘no weaseling’ clause on this one—not that it was really necessary. Dean was never a weasel, and would probably threaten to shoot anyone who ever accused him of it, but the clause was there anyway. No weaseling meant no weaseling, and Dean wasn’t exactly going to let Sammy drop dead on his behalf.
End of story.
***
On June 23, 2007, Harold Saxon, also known to his friends as the Master, decided to assassinate the president of the United States, turn your standard Type-40 TARDIS into a Paradox Machine, launched the Toclafane on the unsuspecting human race and murdered a whole shit load of people.
Dean had no idea what any of that meant (aside from the murdering a whole shit load of people part), all he knew was that he had forty-six weeks to live, and some big shot psycho who thought he was an alien was completely ruining his last year on the planet Earth.
He also knew that some psychopath was killing people, and there wasn’t a whole lot most of the major population was going to do about it. So that only left two options really. Sit on his ass and wait for this stupid looking little round things to come down and blast him and Sammy away.
Or, he could pick himself up, find out how to shoot the damn things out of the sky, and go down swinging.
Personally, he and Sam were rather big fans of option B.
***
On September 17, 2007, the Toclafane blew up the Impala. Dean walked out of the hovel that they were crashing in, and found the car formerly known as his baby scattered in pieces across the cracked and steaming pathway that was formerly known as a street. He was sure that they probably had a very, very good reason to blow up the one thing he would sell his soul for, other than his brother, anyway, but as far as Dean was concerned, it certainly wasn’t going to be good enough.
Needless to say, Dean was not pleased. He went out and did his best to shoot the ever living daylights out of the damn things but plain old bullets? Weren’t doin’ so well. Somehow they managed to survive the lasers and everything else the balls wanted to hurl at them, and dove right back into the hovel where they came from. As they sat there, backs planted against the wall, catching their breath, Sam just looked over at him with heavy sigh.
“Dean?”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s never do that again.”
***
On October 20, 2007, Sam had the bright idea that maybe if the bullets of the Colt worked on demons, maybe they would work on the Toclafane too.
Dean was very, very quick to point out to his brother that the Colt was in pieces, and wasn’t looking to be working any time soon.
Sam promptly told Dean to shove it, and reminded him that at least he had an idea.
***
On November 8. 2007, Bobby Singer got word that a chick named Martha Jones was gonna come swinging through their end of town. Rumor had it that she was the girl with the stones to kill the Master, and as far as Dean was concerned? That’s the kind of girl that was alright with him. What she needed from them, however, was a place to lay low while she got out her message or whatever the hell she was doing. Sam was all for it, because the brothers were about up to their necks in the resistance and they were ready to do just about everything they could to bring that gloating sonuvabitch down out of the sky. Dean’s reasonings were similar, but there was something slightly skewed about the whole thing. Dean was just excited because this was the closest he was going to get to an actual chick after a very long dry spell.
Sam spent most of the time praying that Martha didn’t do the Toclafane’s job for them and murder Dean in his sleep herself.
***
On November 17, 2008, Dean officially had six months to live, Toclafane or no Toclafane. Demons were kind of the end all, be all on the Dean Winchester Life Expectancy at the moment, but he was really, really trying to ignore that fact. And as a pretty black woman dressed in black climbed over the crest of the hill where the brothers were waiting, the ‘ignoring’ part of that equation just got a whole lot easier. Dean flashed her his best ‘I’m totally hot’ grin while Sam rolled his eyes, and probably would have run a hand over his face if he didn’t have bigass shot gun in his hand.
“You lot the Winchesters?” she asked, skidding slightly to a stop in front of them.
“That we are,” Dean replied, extending a hand to her that she shook. “I’m Dean, that’s my brother Sam.”
“Nice to meet you both,” she said with a grin. “Now is there somewhere safe to get to before our little friends descend and try to kill us?”
“I think the lady has a great idea there, Sammy.”
Sam just snorted and shook his head, before nodding in the direction of the hideaway. “Yeah, c’mon—we’re right over here.”
***
On November 20, 2007, Martha Jones finally met Bobby Singer. The Toclafane hadn’t taken too well to Bobby, and he really hadn’t taken too well to them either—after all they did cost him an arm and a leg—literally—but he had been working on a way to bring them down since the day Sam had pointed out that thing about the Colt. The weapon itself was far from finished nor had it been tested to see if it actually worked, but even if it didn’t, it would at least provide enough cover for Martha to make her narrow escape and head on to her next location.
Bobby had taken rather well to Martha, however, and Martha to him, as had both the Winchesters. She was smart, not just book smart, she knew how to handle herself and use what she had to her advantage, and that was something the Winchesters had been living on for years. Dean and Sam took her around to see the various small groups of people in the area, but for every talk, Dean remained outside, keeping an eye out and making sure they weren’t disturbed by the Toclafane or anyone else for that matter.
When Martha came out of the last house, she stood in front of Dean, crossing her arms in front of her chest, and tilting her head to the side slightly. “Not interested in hearing my story?”
“Story’s all well and good, sweetheart, but I’m not going to be able to do you much good,” he said with a slight shrug. “I won’t be around by then anyway.”
Martha’s face sobered slightly at that, and she dropped her hands. “Don’t talk like that. You’ve managed to avoid them for this long—I’m sure you’ll still find a way.”
Dean just shook his head slowly. “Even if I do survive tonight, I still won’t be there. Toclafane don’t have anything to do with it.”
Now, she was just confused. “What do you mean?”
He sighed heavily, before looking at her with a slight grin, but there was nothing happy about it. The grin was almost rueful, bitter, like it was something he regretted entirely, but nothing he could change.
“I only have six months to live.” Her brow furrowed again, more confusion, and he sighed. “Let’s just say it’s a terminal illness and leave it at that. So whether the Toclafane kill me or not—I still won’t be around on D-Day.” She was quiet, her eyes dropping down to the floor. He moved closer, taking his elbows in his hands, and giving her a soft smile—nothing bitter or complicated—just a smile. “If I didn’t have this thing hanging over me, I’d be there one hundred plus percent. But, I—I just don’t have the kind of time.”
She looked up at him and matched his smile, but she wasn’t as certain as his was. She wasn’t as smooth with the lying and the pretending to be okay as he was. He’d had years of practice to perfect it, and she didn’t. It hurt to look at actually, because he knew she was scared that this was going to fall through, and they really, really couldn’t let that happen. His eyes darted up to the sky and he nodded towards the street heading to the next town and the nearest safe point.
“We better go—we don’t want to draw too much undue attention.”
She nodded and let him lead the way back to where Sam and Bobby were stationed. Ahead of them was an empty road, but in the skies were more Toclafane than any of them had ever seen before. This was going to be a tight squeeze, and Martha was obviously going to need a distraction to get out of it alive.
“This is gonna be tight,” Bobby said, shaking his head slightly. “Martha, you better head around the long way. Dean—cover her as far as you can, before you head back here.”
“You got it,” Dean replied before taking Martha’s arm and pulling her back towards the woods and the tree cover. They kept their eyes on the skies and tried their best to seem inconspicuous. Once they got far enough from the sound of the fire, he turned back to Martha and pointed in the direction of the horizon. “Keep heading that way and you’ll hit the next settlement.”
Martha nodded and he gave her arm a good luck squeeze, before starting to pull away. He only moved a few steps before she turned and grabbed his arm. She pulled him into a warm kiss pulling him close and sliding her hands over his shoulders and pulling back with a soft sigh. “Thank you.”
“Just doing my job,” he murmured, before pulling away from her and starting to head back to the fire power. Martha disappeared into the night, trying to find her way to keep spreading the message about the Doctor and everything he stood for.
***
On November 21, 2007, Dean, Sam and Bobby died in Toclafane fire.
Dean wasn’t the only man to die in the name of Martha Jones and the Doctor, but he was the only one in this timeline to kiss her before he did.
***
On June 23, 2008, Martha returned to the Valiant and aided the Doctor, with the rest of the world, in putting a stop to the Master’s iron grip on the world, via the Archangel Network. As Captain Jack Harkness destroyed the Paradox Machine and the world reverted itself, Martha wondered if that meant that everything would go back to the way things used to be, and all the people who died for her would come back, and no one would remember the horrors that had been placed upon them over the past year.
***
On June 23, 2007, Dean watched as some guy named Harold Saxon assassinated the president of the United States, and was subsequently taken down by some guys who he assumed was the British version of a Secret Service. It was exciting and all, but he was a bit disappointed. The British guy had promised aliens, and he just wasn’t delivering.
And here he was hoping that somebody was going to prove the fact that there wasn’t any extraterrestrial life wrong before he died.
***
On March 15, 2008, Sam and Dean were picked up by state troopers when they were busted carrying a trunk full of weapons that probably weren’t registered, and the very astute guy on the left happened to notice the ‘Winchester’ on the end of the last name. They were hauled into the station house for questioning, and left in their separate interrogation rooms while they were waiting to be processed.
Dean was actually rather bored. He drummed his fingers against the table and waited.
And waited.
And—waited.
And something was taking way too long, and he really was hoping that the FBI guy would just show up and haul him away. In fact, they didn’t seem to be coming at all, which was really starting to worry him a bit, but as soon as that thought had slipped passed his mind, the door blew open and a pretty hot looking black chick wandered—no, sauntered—her way into the room and gave Dean a grin.
“Dean Winchester, yeah?”
Oh, Lord. Not another British chick.
“That’s my name,” he said, tilting his head to the side slightly, before giving her his best charming grin. “And who might you be?”
“Martha Jones,” she replied. “I work for UNIT.” The look on his face must have given away that he had no idea what she was talking about, because she just grinned wider before settling down on the seat in front of him. “It’s an international organization that helps protect the world from threats from other planets.”
Dean snorted. “There’s no such things as aliens. And even if there was, I think you guys are missing the big picture here a bit.”
“Oh really?” she said with a smirk. “And what makes you think that aliens aren’t one in the same with the things that go bump in the night?”
Dean just gave her a look right back, and she only just smirked back at him, before getting up from the table and started gathering her things together.
“Just wanted to let you know in person that you and your brother can be on your way—no charges will be filed.”
Dean gave her a look and she returned the look right back with one of her own. “I take it you made that happen?”
“Let’s just say I owed you a favor.”
And now Dean was frowning. He was pretty sure he’d remember meeting a girl like this before. “I’m sorry—have we met, sweetheart? I’m not so good with faces.”
“We haven’t actually,” she said with a small shrug as she headed out the door.
“Then the favor?” Dean watched her as she went, but no answer came back to him. His eyes narrowed slightly, before he shook his head, clearing his head from what was probably the weirdest encounter ever.
And coming from him, that was saying something.