Title: Highway to Hell (or Triple MIA)

Series: Supernatural Husbands

Summary: Three men trying to do best by their families. Three men fighting for redemption. Three men on the path toward destruction... or the highway to Hell..

Timeline: 2005, Iron Man, SPN Season 1

Warnings: Slash, angst, alcohol abuse, war, separation.

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Tony Stark

Author's Note: Here it is, the fourth installment of the "Supernatural Husbands" series, which will follow our boys through Avengers. There will be angst and tears that will not let up until the sixth installment, so you are warned now. If you want to wait it out until then, feel free.

We are officially in Iron Man and Supernatural Season 1 universes. I've been a bit lazy, in that when I updated Ao3, I never did on fanfic dot net. So, I've finally got to it - so sorry my lovelies.

Also, because this is a series and fanfic dot net does not have an easy way to currently link them, I would suggest creating an author alert for when you want to to know of updates to the series.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that is recognized.

Chapter One, "Tony"

Livin' easy, Lovin' free

Season ticket on a one way ride

Askin' nothin', Leave me be

Takin' everythin' in my stride

"Highway to Hell," ACDC

"I'll be back soon, Sunshine," Tony said as he hugged Dean tightly. He then gave the other man a sweet kiss. When the broke apart, Dean tucked his head into Tony's neck and sighed.

"But why do you actually have to go there?" Dean whined. "It just seems too dangerous."

"Dangerous – this coming from the man who's fought werewolves and demons?" Tony teased.

Dean said nothing, just tightened his hold on the other man.

"Babe, you know why," Tony replied gently, rubbing his cheek in the other man's hair. "Once they sign on to Jericho, I'll have enough political capital to trade for cleaning your records up. You'll be free – We'll be free to do as we please. I'm doing this for us, sunshine. Two weeks time, I'll take you out and show you off to the world."

Dean gave one last squeeze then pulled away.

"Promise?" Dean asked.

"Promise," Tony said, then took Dean's hands and spun him around then bringing him into a low dip, where Dean was promptly kissed. "It's a date! We'll go dancing!"

Dean laughed and allowed himself to hope that finally all of their plans would come to fruition. Two weeks, and he will have everything he ever wanted: open and out with Tony Stark.

"I love you."

"Love you, too, Sunshine."

Two Weeks Later

Dean woke up and groaned. His head ached like mad and his mouth was full of cotton. He reached to the other side of the bed to find it cold.

"JARVIS, where's Tony?" Dean mumbled, as he struggled to sit up and open bleary eyes.

"Sir's location is still unknown, though assumed to be Afghanistan, Dean," JARVIS replied gently, or as gently as an AI could.

Fuck.

Dean's eyes snapped open and he leaned quickly over the side of the bed to find a trashcan to throw up in. After retching his guts out, he flopped back into bed and curled into Tony's pillow.

This can't be happening. How can this be happening? Tony was supposed to be safe. He was supposed to be home. They were supposed to be going out to celebrate tonight, their first date out in the public. Yet all those supposed tos were up in smoke, and Dean was alone and Tony was MIA.

They had no idea whether the man was alive or dead, but the military were hedging on alive as given Tony Stark's celebrity, his death or execution would have been well publicized. Stark Industries, particularly Obadiah Stane, believed that Tony was dead and were trying to maneuver to take control of the company away from the missing man. Thankfully, Pepper was handling that with ease and assured Dean that without a body, it would take seven years before Tony was declared dead. Not that it gave any assurance to Dean, speaking of Tony in terms of his corpse.

It was all Dean's fault. He should have known better than to make Tony promise. Should have known better than to think he could have something good. Should have known better than to hope.

Tony went to fucking Afghanistan of all places for Dean, so they could be together despite Dean's past. If it wasn't for Dean, then Tony would be happy, home, and safe.

Dean wiped the tears from his face, leaned over and grabbed the bucket, and spat the new bile that had risen out of his mouth.

There was only one good thing that Dean learned from all of this. He could drink until he forgot Tony was missing and probably dead somewhere, never to return to Dean again. The problem was when he eventually sobered and remembered.

Dean stumbled out of bed and made his way to the liquor cabinet.

Well, one way to solve that problem.

"Helllllo?"

"No word, then, Dean?"

"Heyyy, Dad. Nope! Nada."

"Dean, I know this is hard, but you can't just drink yourself to death."

"HA! Tha's the pot callin' kitty black, dontcha think?"

"Dean, that's how I know this doesn't work."

"It does work! Worked las' night! Forgot til this morn and JARV 'minded me. Fuck you, JARVIS! FUCK YOU! FUCK – "

"Dean, stop yelling at a machine."

"I'LL DO WHA' I WAN'! FUCK -"

"Dean, stop now!"

[pause]

"Yessir."

"Maybe you should come out with me for a little bit, get your mind off it. I've got some pretty big things going on –"

"NO! Mean – no sir. Gotta stay here. Wait fer Tony ta come back."

"Dean, what if he's not –"

"Nope! Gotta wait. Tony won't like it if 'm out hunting. Break up. Nope. Stayin' here."

"OK, Dean, OK. Understood. But know, you always got a place with me, son. Talk to you soon."

"Kay Dad. Luff you."

[Sigh]

"Love you too, son."