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Dean/Martha - Responsibility at the End of the World
Fandom: Supernatural/Whoniverse
Title: Responsibility at the End of the World
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Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester/Martha Jones, Dean Winchester, Jack Harkness
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kissbingo Prompt: Location: Hospital
Content Warning: Spoilers for 504: The End, AU, end of the world situations.
Summary: She knew it wasn’t him from the minute she kissed him.
Author’s Note: This is most likely going to wind up as part of a larger piece that’s related to this beast that I wrote a long time ago. Dean and Sam got thrown into Martha’s end of the world—only fair I do the same for her and Jack.
Disclaimer: I do not own. They belong to Kripke and Russell T. Davies. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
She knew it wasn’t him from the minute she kissed him.
For one thing, he seemed honestly surprised that she was kissing him. For another, there was a difference. Even if it was the same guy, there was a way that her Dean kissed that this one didn’t. There was a bit more innocence to it, something that reminded her more of the man who saved her from the Tocalfane as oppose to the one who was trying to save everyone from the demons and the Devil. There was still a bit of variation, so he must have been older, but it was familiar enough that it took her a second to register it and pull back in surprise.
“Oh, you’re not you. Not now you.”
Dean blinked. “Is it that obvious?”
“We know each other rather well at this point, Dean—I wouldn’t be so surprised.” She let out a breath as she took a step away from him, looking him over. “So what year are you from?”
“How do you know I’m not from 2014?”
“Because I’m a time traveler. Angels—they do it wrong. You’re not supposed to cross your personal timeline.”
“A time traveler, huh?” he said with a bit of a smirk. “How’s that work?”
“There was a guy, once. With a little blue box. He took me across the universe and back again.” She dropped off, quiet for a moment, and she could tell the look on his face without actually having to look at him.
“You miss him, don’t you?”
She shrugged. “I’m needed here. I’ve always been one to face my problems, not run away from them.”
Dean nodded a bit, before glancing around the room. “So this is the hospital.”
“Yes, it is,” she sighed as she looked around. It had taken them a year after they arrived at Camp Chitaqua to actually drum the right amount of medical supplies that weren’t tainted (thanks so much for that, Pestilence), but they managed to get themselves a working infirmary, if nothing else. “You probably think it’s weird to be so proud of something so simple.”
“No, no—I get it,” Dean nodded. “It’s good. At least there’s somethin’, ya know? You’re not just out here on your own.”
Martha nodded as well, and she was about to say something else when the door burst open and her Dean came charging in, looking at Martha with concerned eyes. “Martha, I heard there was—” He then stopped dead when he saw his past self standing behind her. He then ran a hand over his face and sighed. “So you met him, huh?”
“Don’t be so self-deprecating. I like him. Reminds me of the you I used to know.”
Her Dean shook his head. Past Dean just looked confused. “The me you used to know?”
“Yeah, apparently we saved her life once, but we can’t remember it because there was a paradox machine involved, and once that was broken, everyone who wasn’t at a specific point got their minds erased when time rolled back.”
“ … That explanation even made my head hurt,” Past Dean sighed, before running a hand over his face. “When was this magical disappearing year?”
“2007, or thereabout?”
Past Dean smirked. “Did we do stuff?”
Martha rolled her eyes. “That’s for me to know, and you never to find out.”
“Was it awesome?” Past Dean continued, just as Jack walked in and had a look at the situation.
“Martha Jones, why do you always get to have all the fun,” he said with a smirk. “How’d you manage this one?”
Her Dean rolled his eyes. Again. “Jack, this is me from 2009. Me, Jack Harkness.”
“Captain. Captain Jack Harkness.” Jack’s head tilted. “Don’t the angels know anything about overlapping personal timelines?”
She put a hand on his arm to keep her Dean from firing off a retort that might start another fight between him and Jack. Jack getting shot—again—was not what they needed at the moment. Especially in front of a man who wouldn’t understand it. Dean took a breath, before nodding and turning back to Jack. “Take Past Me back to my cabin, would ya? We’re having a meeting. I gotta talk to Martha for a sec.”
“Sure,” Jack said with a nod, before nodding to Past Dean and heading towards the door. “C’mon Past Dean. Let’s give the two lovebirds a moment alone.”
Past Dean followed Jack out the door reluctantly, and her Dean waits until the door closes behind them before speaking. “One of these days, I’m gonna shoot him and it’s gonna work.”
“Don’t get your hopes up, love,” she smirked. She slid her arms around his waist, trying to keep him focused on her, and not everything else that’s going on around them. She could see the way it weighs on him, and there were a lot of days where she wanted to just call the Doctor, put him on the TARDIS, and just take him away from everything, but she knew that he would never take it. Dean had too much responsibility for the things he had done, but she couldn’t help the selfish thought that one day he might take her up on it. “So. You wanted to talk to me.”
Dean moved his arms around her as well, before pulling her closer. “I found the Colt. The gun that’ll kill him. I’m gonna debrief everyone and hit the road tonight.”
“I’ll get the supplies together then—”
“No,” he shook his head. “You’re not coming.”
Martha frowned as she looked up at him, concerned. “Why not? You’re going to need a doctor there, Dean, unless you’re aware of something I’m not.”
Dean hesitated, swallowing for a moment. “In order to get to him, we’re going to have to go right through a hot zone and they probably already know I’m coming. Which means the only person who’s going to make it out of this alive is Jack.”
She took a step back at that. “It’s a suicide mission.”
“It’s the only way,” Dean replied. “I won’t be able to even get close enough if the Croats don’t have something to focus on, and once I get in there—Lucifer’ll probably take me down with him.”
“Dean—I’m not going to let you do this alone.” Her voice was breaking as she said it. “I can’t—”
“Jack doesn’t need to have another person that he can’t save die on him,” Dean said quietly. “And these people are going to need a leader. If I’m not here—they need you, Martha.”
Some part of her brain knew that he was right. He was thinking of everyone else, as usual, and it was breaking her heart, but she knew he was right. His eyes closed, and he leaned forward, kissing her softly and just holding her there for a second, before tipping his head up and kissing her forehead.
“Thank you.”
And then he was gone. Martha wasn’t sure if she wanted to follow him or cry.
Title: Responsibility at the End of the World
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester/Martha Jones, Dean Winchester, Jack Harkness
kissbingo Prompt: Location: HospitalContent Warning: Spoilers for 504: The End, AU, end of the world situations.
Summary: She knew it wasn’t him from the minute she kissed him.
Author’s Note: This is most likely going to wind up as part of a larger piece that’s related to this beast that I wrote a long time ago. Dean and Sam got thrown into Martha’s end of the world—only fair I do the same for her and Jack.
Disclaimer: I do not own. They belong to Kripke and Russell T. Davies. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
She knew it wasn’t him from the minute she kissed him.
For one thing, he seemed honestly surprised that she was kissing him. For another, there was a difference. Even if it was the same guy, there was a way that her Dean kissed that this one didn’t. There was a bit more innocence to it, something that reminded her more of the man who saved her from the Tocalfane as oppose to the one who was trying to save everyone from the demons and the Devil. There was still a bit of variation, so he must have been older, but it was familiar enough that it took her a second to register it and pull back in surprise.
“Oh, you’re not you. Not now you.”
Dean blinked. “Is it that obvious?”
“We know each other rather well at this point, Dean—I wouldn’t be so surprised.” She let out a breath as she took a step away from him, looking him over. “So what year are you from?”
“How do you know I’m not from 2014?”
“Because I’m a time traveler. Angels—they do it wrong. You’re not supposed to cross your personal timeline.”
“A time traveler, huh?” he said with a bit of a smirk. “How’s that work?”
“There was a guy, once. With a little blue box. He took me across the universe and back again.” She dropped off, quiet for a moment, and she could tell the look on his face without actually having to look at him.
“You miss him, don’t you?”
She shrugged. “I’m needed here. I’ve always been one to face my problems, not run away from them.”
Dean nodded a bit, before glancing around the room. “So this is the hospital.”
“Yes, it is,” she sighed as she looked around. It had taken them a year after they arrived at Camp Chitaqua to actually drum the right amount of medical supplies that weren’t tainted (thanks so much for that, Pestilence), but they managed to get themselves a working infirmary, if nothing else. “You probably think it’s weird to be so proud of something so simple.”
“No, no—I get it,” Dean nodded. “It’s good. At least there’s somethin’, ya know? You’re not just out here on your own.”
Martha nodded as well, and she was about to say something else when the door burst open and her Dean came charging in, looking at Martha with concerned eyes. “Martha, I heard there was—” He then stopped dead when he saw his past self standing behind her. He then ran a hand over his face and sighed. “So you met him, huh?”
“Don’t be so self-deprecating. I like him. Reminds me of the you I used to know.”
Her Dean shook his head. Past Dean just looked confused. “The me you used to know?”
“Yeah, apparently we saved her life once, but we can’t remember it because there was a paradox machine involved, and once that was broken, everyone who wasn’t at a specific point got their minds erased when time rolled back.”
“ … That explanation even made my head hurt,” Past Dean sighed, before running a hand over his face. “When was this magical disappearing year?”
“2007, or thereabout?”
Past Dean smirked. “Did we do stuff?”
Martha rolled her eyes. “That’s for me to know, and you never to find out.”
“Was it awesome?” Past Dean continued, just as Jack walked in and had a look at the situation.
“Martha Jones, why do you always get to have all the fun,” he said with a smirk. “How’d you manage this one?”
Her Dean rolled his eyes. Again. “Jack, this is me from 2009. Me, Jack Harkness.”
“Captain. Captain Jack Harkness.” Jack’s head tilted. “Don’t the angels know anything about overlapping personal timelines?”
She put a hand on his arm to keep her Dean from firing off a retort that might start another fight between him and Jack. Jack getting shot—again—was not what they needed at the moment. Especially in front of a man who wouldn’t understand it. Dean took a breath, before nodding and turning back to Jack. “Take Past Me back to my cabin, would ya? We’re having a meeting. I gotta talk to Martha for a sec.”
“Sure,” Jack said with a nod, before nodding to Past Dean and heading towards the door. “C’mon Past Dean. Let’s give the two lovebirds a moment alone.”
Past Dean followed Jack out the door reluctantly, and her Dean waits until the door closes behind them before speaking. “One of these days, I’m gonna shoot him and it’s gonna work.”
“Don’t get your hopes up, love,” she smirked. She slid her arms around his waist, trying to keep him focused on her, and not everything else that’s going on around them. She could see the way it weighs on him, and there were a lot of days where she wanted to just call the Doctor, put him on the TARDIS, and just take him away from everything, but she knew that he would never take it. Dean had too much responsibility for the things he had done, but she couldn’t help the selfish thought that one day he might take her up on it. “So. You wanted to talk to me.”
Dean moved his arms around her as well, before pulling her closer. “I found the Colt. The gun that’ll kill him. I’m gonna debrief everyone and hit the road tonight.”
“I’ll get the supplies together then—”
“No,” he shook his head. “You’re not coming.”
Martha frowned as she looked up at him, concerned. “Why not? You’re going to need a doctor there, Dean, unless you’re aware of something I’m not.”
Dean hesitated, swallowing for a moment. “In order to get to him, we’re going to have to go right through a hot zone and they probably already know I’m coming. Which means the only person who’s going to make it out of this alive is Jack.”
She took a step back at that. “It’s a suicide mission.”
“It’s the only way,” Dean replied. “I won’t be able to even get close enough if the Croats don’t have something to focus on, and once I get in there—Lucifer’ll probably take me down with him.”
“Dean—I’m not going to let you do this alone.” Her voice was breaking as she said it. “I can’t—”
“Jack doesn’t need to have another person that he can’t save die on him,” Dean said quietly. “And these people are going to need a leader. If I’m not here—they need you, Martha.”
Some part of her brain knew that he was right. He was thinking of everyone else, as usual, and it was breaking her heart, but she knew he was right. His eyes closed, and he leaned forward, kissing her softly and just holding her there for a second, before tipping his head up and kissing her forehead.
“Thank you.”
And then he was gone. Martha wasn’t sure if she wanted to follow him or cry.