Yay! Chapter 3! This was actually really quick to write. I don't think I've written a chapter that's this long so fast before. It only took me an afternoon! :D Anyway, enough of me jabbering. ENJOY!

Chapter 3: Hello, My Name Is...

Dean Winchester was trying to maintain the spaced out calm he'd managed to attain an hour into their flight. Everyone else was relaxed for now so he was using those vibes and letting them wash over him, sharing the good emotions with Logan since both of them hated flying. All was peaceful for now thank God – if there was one.

He'd hated his empathic abilities when they'd first manifested after Sam had left for college. Dean had been in despair after his little brother had just walked out on him and their father. He and Sam had been raised to hate mutants because of the mutant bastard that had killed their mother, growing up hunting down mutants with their father. One night after a particularly bad hunt (his first solo that had been against a really nasty mutant that had venom in their nails and teeth) and getting completely drunk off his ass, the metaphorical dam broke and he had been overwhelmed by his emotions. When he woke up the next morning with a horrible hangover he discovered that he could sense and feel what others were feeling as well.

He'd tried to hide his sudden mutant-ness and ended up alienating himself from his father. He had no control over the barrage of emotions he could suddenly feel and tried locking any and all emotions out and away but that hadn't worked for long and he'd had a very bad melt down when it all became too much being around his father on the anniversary of his mother's death. John Winchester had been outraged at the discovery and actually tried to kill Dean for being mutant filth, his drunken logic leading him to the conclusion that it was Dean's presence that had drawn the yellow-eyed pyro mutant to their home and led to the death of Mary Winchester. It wasn't hard for a still mildly sober Dean to escape the heavily drunken and grieving man and from then on he'd started to avoid large populated areas, essentially shutting himself off from the world. Truly freaked out and disgusted with himself, Dean started ghosting from one small town to the next until he ran into Logan on a hunt turned mutant skirmish.

Logan had been in the woods just outside another small hole of a town somewhere in Ohio to collect a runaway kid to bring to Xavier Academy when another mutant tried to kill them. It had been the same one that Dean had been in pursuit of that had been killing little kids across the state. Dean and Logan worked together to get the kid to safety and take out the killer mutant. The guy had gotten away but was sure to return for his prey eventually. The kid had been safe at the time, however, and that was all Dean cared about. He'd stuck with Logan and helped bring the kid safely to the Xavier Institute, taking care of that bad mutant along the way when it'd tried to attack the kid again. One thing led to another and Dean ended up staying at the Institute and learned more about other mutants and how to control his own mutant abilities. Having bonded with a guy like Logan as a friend had helped a lot.

Now Dean had all these other mutant abilities on top of his empathic ones thanks to SHIELD and he knew that he couldn't control them. He was a little relieved to know that Professor X would be there – wherever there was – when they finally landed.

"Hey, Kid," Logan said, nudging him. "I think we're almost there."

Dean allowed his eyes to slide open and could actually see land in the windows opposite him. Wherever they were in Canada, there were lots of mountains. He clenched his eyes shut when the jet bobbed and shuddered.

"Just a bit of turbulence, Dean," Logan said, probably trying to be reassuring, but Dean could feel his friend's unease and heard the words come through clenched teeth. Not very convincing.

"Lady and Gentlemen, we're experiencing a slight bit of turbulence, but none of that matters because we'll be landing in five minutes anyway. So sit back and enjoy the ride. Thank you for flying Renegade Quinjet, for all your escapee needs. It has been an honor and a pleasure," the guy SHIELD agent's voice said over the speakers.

Dean managed a shaky chuckle, feeling the flashes of amusement from Logan and their fellow escapees.

Finally the jet seemed to stop and hover in midair before landing with a small shudder.

"Thank God that our pilot is a better flyer than Summers," Logan huffed. "I knew the bastard was landing the X-Jet roughly on purpose."

Dean snorted with a relieved smile.

With a metallic hiss and click, the loading ramp dropped, allowing them their first real look at their new surroundings. Big Tall Blondie, the Energizer Teen, and Mr. Tall Dark and Emo were the first to exit with the Mr. and Mrs. Brady Bunch and their rock-man guard trailing behind. The quiet mousy looking guy wearing glasses followed at a distance. Then Logan got to his feet and Dean allowed his best friend to help him up. The two SHIELD agents followed them out of the jet. Dean took in a deep breath, unable to help the smile when he breathed in the clean mountain air. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been outside anywhere that had what could be considered fresh air.

Blinking his eyes open in the sun's glare Dean took in the lush green valley they'd landed in. Mountains were all around them and there was a sparkling lake nearby and a large building that looked like an expensive ski lodge or resort type deal. Ahead of them Dean watched the teenager run towards a woman with graying hair, the two hugging each other tightly the moment they came within arm's reach. Dean could feel their relief and happiness and love from where he stood with Logan. The other big tall blond dude with the red cape and big ass hammer landed and embraced the tall emo looking guy that had been on the jet.

"Loki! Thank the All Father you are well!" the big man boomed, voice carrying. His exuberant happiness was as loud to Dean's senses as the man's voice.

"Thor! Some discretion, please!" Loki protested, irritation and exasperation being the most prominent emotions but there was some relief and fondness in there as well.

Mrs. Brady was hugging the dude that could light himself on fire with Mr. Brady and Rock-man standing just off to the side of them. The two guys in the robot metal suits had landed, their faceplates up, and were talking to a woman with straight fiery red hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. The blond man with the round star shield and the quiet man wearing glasses kind of stood off to the side, watching the reunions, not really feeling any emotion in particular. There was relief and happiness for being free, with some touches of envy – probably because there didn't seem to be anyone waiting for them there.

"Hey," Logan said, shaking Dean a bit, unable to really nudge him because Dean's arm was around Logan's shoulders and one of Logan's arms was holding him around the waist to keep him upright. "Look."

Dean looked at his friend and then in the direction Logan was nodding in. He felt his whole body freeze for a moment before his heartbeat kicked up a few notches and he felt himself hurry forward in spite of his body's aches and weariness.

"Dean!"

"Sammy…?"

It had to be Sam. No one had puppy eyes like Sam did. The tall gangly teen he'd seen over ten years ago was now even taller – at least a head taller than Dean – and his typically shaggy long locks were even longer. The face had lost most of its baby fat and roundness, the body as a whole more matured and filled out, on the whole creating an impressive mountain of a man, but it was all undeniably Sam. The tall man was running towards them now and Logan had the good sense to release Dean before Sam got too close. Dean managed to walk a few steps on his own before he was swept up in his baby brother's arms, nearly lifted clean off his feet.

"Dean!" Sam said again, crushing Dean's body to his.

"Sammy," Dean cried, unable to hold back his tears when the relief and happiness he'd felt just moments ago from his brother exploded and nearly overwhelmed him with the waves of happiness, relief, anger, fear, sorrow and love rage like a storm within the man that had once been the little boy Dean had practically raised by himself.

"Oh, God, Dean," Sam whimpered, rocking Dean in his arms, undoubtedly feeling the overflow of Dean's own emotions; all the sorrow, longing, pain and helplessness.

Dean suddenly wanted to push away. He was loosing it. He was nearing a melt down even larger than the one he'd experience around their father and he didn't want Sam to experience that. Touch only strengthened the transference of emotion and with the way Dean could feel the surge of his emotions overwhelming him, he knew that it could seriously harm his brother and anyone else inclined to touch him.

"Let him go, Sam. Give him room."

Professor Xavier.

Dean felt Sam's grip on him tighten momentarily, with a flash of anger and irritation, before reluctantly setting Dean on the ground and backed away. That was slightly better. Dean tried to start a breathing technique that was supposed to help calm him, but his emotions were already so out of whack that it was all he could do not just break down and cry and scream and rage until he was burnt out.

"Be calm, Dean. Everything will be alright," the Professor's voice said softly in his mind before speaking out loud. "Miss Romanov, do you have that sedative?"

"What sedative?" Logan growled; anger and worry flickered like fire embers in his friend's emotional aura.

"I do," the woman SHIELD agent said, ignoring Logan's question.

"Give Dean half a syringe. We don't need to knock him out. Half a dose should calm and at least stabilize his empathy and any other mutant abilities they've managed to engineer into his system. He'll be groggy, but he'll still be conscious enough and able to be around others for a time."

"You sure?" Romanov asked.

"Just do it!" Dean gasped, wishing they'd just do whatever the hell it was they were going to do already before he lost what little control he had. At this rate, it wouldn't matter if anyone was touching him. Anyone close enough would be hit with some degree of the emotional baggage he was keeping contained right now.

"Be careful not to touch him," Professor Xavier warned just before Dean felt the all too familiar prick of a needle, his body instantly reacting to the drug being injected into his body. He felt drained as everything inside him went numb. His body was numb, his mind was numb, and his overload of emotions faded, numbing him to everything around him.

Peter Parker watched what was going on with the group that had stayed by the Quinjet. He'd been so happy to see his Aunt May that he'd almost forgotten about the others until a really tall man came out of the building they'd all been heading towards and ran to the really sick looking guy that SHIELD had been experimenting on. A guy in a motorized wheelchair and a tall blue furred…man (yeah lets go with that) soon followed. Peter – and everyone else from their escapee group – looked on as the tall guy hugged the shorter guy – Dean.

"They boyfriends?" Mr. Stark asked.

Peter blinked, then looked over to see if the man was serious, but the amused smirk said otherwise. The redheaded woman scowled, smacking the Iron Man armor before replying.

"Try brothers, Tony. They haven't seen each other in ten years since Sam went to college."

Sam must have been the tall guy with the long hair.

Peter felt like he was intruding on something as he watched the two men. The hug was like something out of a movie. Then he became worried when Dean seemed to be having a fit of some kind. The old bald guy in the wheelchair was saying something and Sam was setting Dean down on the ground before backing away.

"Something's wrong," Steve said, looking ready to head over there but the woman next to Mr. Stark stepped forward and stopped him.

"Don't," she said. "If I remember correctly, Mr. Winchester is an empath and is probably having an emotional episode. Too many people close by providing too many emotions will only make him worse."

Peter watched worriedly when Agent Romanov approached Dean and injected something into the man's arm. Dean seemed to calm down and a minute later the group was moving on to join them, Dean in the arms of his really tall brother. Dean didn't appear to be too happy about it, but he looked too tired to protest much.

"Why don't we convene on the patio?" the man in the wheelchair suggested, being the first to reach Peter and the others. "Mrs. Parker and Miss Potts were kind enough to put together a delicious looking meal."

Peter's spirits boosted instantly. He'd really missed his aunt's cooking. He was embarrassed that his stomach decided to vocalize that thought, earning him chuckles from the adults around him.

"Come on, dear," Aunt May smiled, wrapping her arm around him, brining him to a large outdoor patio.

"Be with you guys in a second," Mr. Stark said, the Iron Man faceplate falling back down into position. The guy in the War Machine armor nodded, doing the same. There were a few hisses and pings and tings before both suits of metal armor opened up and allowed their wearers to step out.

"Ah! Free at last," Mr. Stark grinned, throwing an arm around his companion. "Good to see you, Rhodey."

"You too, Tony. You too."

Peter looked around at the others, trying to figure out who was who. He knew who Tony Stark was, had realized that the woman and two men in matching outfits with the guy who was obviously the Thing were the Fantastic Four (the big number 4 on their chests only made it more obvious once he figured it out), and he'd roomed with Captain America: Steve Rogers, but he didn't know any of the others. Agent Romanov, Agent Barton he knew were SHIELD but that was about it, Thor and Loki he only knew by name, and Dean and his friend-slash-cellmate he'd never heard of before but looked familiar. He had to figure that the guy who'd been wearing the War Machine armor was Lt. Col. Rhodes – he'd seen him enough times on TV since the Stark Expo – and the woman with Mr. Stark must be Miss Virginia Potts. She'd been in the news a lot since Mr. Stark had made her CEO of Stark Industries, so he felt a little stupid for not recognizing her. He didn't know who the man who'd come out of Mr. Stark's cell/apartment rooms was or who Mr. Big Tall and Furry was supposed to be, but the guy in the wheel chair looked familiar.

Aunt May had Peter sit down on one of the many patio chairs before rushing off to help Miss Potts with the food. Peter was happy when Steve took a seat next to him, offering him a Coke.

"Thanks," Peter grinned.

"You're welcome," Steve smiled back, leaning back in his seat and casting a weary eye over the large group of people around them, eyes occasionally straying to the Thing and the blue furred guy who was examining Dean on one of the love seats with Sam hovering nearby.

Aunt May came back a minute later with two loaded plates of food, handing one to her nephew and the other to Steve.

"Oh! Thank you," Steve said, taking the plate.

"It's my pleasure," May said, nodding back.

"Steve Rogers," Steve said, holding his hand out to shake.

"May Parker. I'm Peter's aunt," she said, shaking his hand.

Peter tuned out the rest of the greetings as he dug into the food, in bliss by the first bite. The food on the Helicarrier hadn't been that bad, but it wasn't home cooking.

"Okay, everyone, can I have your attention!" Mr. Stark called out a little while later after everyone was seated with food. "First of all, thank you, Pepper and Mrs. Parker for the delicious food." Everyone clapped, some calling out thanks and compliments. "Now I don't know about you guys, but I feel that introductions need to be made. I know who a majority of you are, but most of you probably don't even know half of who everyone is."

"An excellent point, Mr. Stark," the elderly man in the wheelchair said.

"Stark?" Steve said in surprise next to Peter. "Like Howard Stark?"

Mr. Stark looked at Steve in amazement before a gleeful look took its place.

"Nobody told you who I am? Oh this is going to be fun." Mr. Stark practically bounced out of his seat and over to Steve, hand outstretched. "Anthony Stark. You knew my father."

"You're Howard's boy?"

"Yup. Now two generations of Starks have saved your Spangled ass."

"Gentlemen," bald guy called out again to get them back on track. "Why don't we allow Agent Barton or Agent Romanov to make the introductions since they are the only ones here that knew who everyone is and have most of the details as to why we're all here."

The two SHIELD agents shared a look before Agent Barton set his beer down and stood up waving jauntily at everyone.

"My name is Clint Barton. Until about three hours ago I was a SHIELD operative codenamed Hawkeye. This is Natasha Romanov, codenamed Black Widow. I realize that most of you don't have a whole lot of reason to trust us because we were with SHIELD and, honestly, were part of the teams that brought some of you guys in."

"So why did you assist in our escape?" Thor asked, looking suspicious, yet curious.

"Well," Barton drawled, "during one of our missions we had a kind of epiphany and realized that what SHIELD was doing was complete bullshit. We looked around and thought that the twelve of you might do more good being out in the world than locked away in the clink, especially if SHIELD isn't the one pulling your strings. It's bad enough that they're keeping an eye on the X-Men's missions and locked Stark and the Fantastic Four away because they wouldn't agree to work on SHIELD's terms. We took a lot of risks to get you all out, and we do have a plan for where we go from here, but Mr. Xavier is right. We need to make some introductions. So, since he started it, we have Anthony "Tony" Stark, also known as Iron Man, who has had perhaps the most illustrious career out of any of you, so even though he's a bit volatile and a smart ass, his experience and engineering knowledge with tech is useful. With him are Miss Virginia "Pepper" Pots, CEO of Stark Industries, and Lt. Col. James "Rhodey" Rhodes of the Air Force and wearer of the War Machine armor on behalf of the Department of Defense.

Miss Potts and Lt. Col. Rhodes nodded smiling as they were introduced.

"This is Dr. Bruce Banner," Agent Barton continued, and Peter nearly bit his tongue on his next bite. "He's a foremost expert in Gamma radiation and due to an accident in the lab, he can turn into a giant green rage monster we call the Hulk when he gets mad. So don't make him mad."

Peter stared in awe at the shy looking man on the edge of the group nodding and ducking his head down to avoid too much eye contact.

"Here is Captain Steve Roger," Barton continued, working his way around the circle everyone had formed when sitting. "We know him as Captain America, hero and one of the most iconic soldiers from the Second World War. He was found in an arctic ice shelf by SHIELD and thawed out. The Super Soldier Serum in his blood allowed him to survive being frozen in ice for seventy years and that's how he is with us today. Captain, you may not have a lot of experience in our time, but we're going to be counting on your tactical training in the coming days."

"I'll try to help in any way I can, Agent Barton," Steve said, bowing his head.

Peter grinned and nudged his former cellmate with his elbow.

"Next to him is Peter Parker," Barton said, causing Peter to blush slightly at all the attention, "who has had a short but very public career fighting street crime in New York."

"I'm so proud of you," May whispered in his ear. "And you are so grounded, Mister."

"With him is Mrs. May Parker, his aunt and our head chef for today's lovely and delicious meal, or so I've been told."

"Oh I only put together this and that," May beamed. "It was no problem at all. Please help yourselves."

"Next, we have Thor and Loki," Barton announced after picking up his beer again and saluting May with it. Thor nodded smiling easily at everyone while Loki looked bored. "They come to us from another realm, known as Asgard. Thor's got a mean swing with that hammer of his and can control lighting. Loki's a master trickster and a real asshole."

Peter bit down on his lower lip to keep from laughing at Loki's annoyed look.

"Yes, yes, I apologize for that. I was having a really bad week," Loki huffed.

"You threw a temper tantrum that nearly leveled a town in New Mexico," Agent Romanov pointed out.

"I'd essentially been told that I was adopted and that the man I had believed to be my father had taken me from my birth parents during a war with the Ice Giants. I was a victory prize. It turns out that I am of Jotunheim, not Asgard, and as such, was not allowed to ascend to the throne even in my dear brother's banishment. I was no son of Odin, nor brother of Thor."

Peter felt bad for the guy, hearing the hidden sorrow and hurt even though Loki was speaking in a level tone with a hint of his anger.

"That matters not," Thor said firmly, gripping Loki's shoulders so that they were facing each other. "We grew up together, had glorious adventures together, and until my banishment we were close. Frost Giant or Asgardian, Jotunheim or Asgard, you will always be my brother, Loki, and nothing father says can change that. We all grieved for you when you fell and thought you lost to us."

Loki shoved Thor's hands off of his shoulders but didn't move away, merely nodded at Thor before returning his attention to everyone else.

Barton nodded before moving on.

"Next we have the Fantastic Four: Reed Richards AKA Mr. Fantastic, Sue Richards AKA the Invisible Woman, Johnny Storm AKA the Human Torch, and Ben Grimm AKA the Thing. They are a team of supers that got their powers from a freak accident in space. Even before they became the Fantastic Four, both Sue and Reed Richards were known for their contributions to the scientific community and both Mr. Storm and Mr. Grimm were renowned pilots. They were the first to be detained by SHIELD because it was believed that as an independent team with no government agency to answer to, they were a liability and potentially dangerous. You could say they're the reason SHIELD has a superhero detention policy. If the X-Men didn't already work with the Department of Defense and allowed SHIELD to supervise their missions, most – if not all – mutants would be held in places like the Helicarrier as well."

"Speaking of, next we have Logan, an X-Man codenamed Wolverine. His strand of the mutant gene gives him regenerative abilities and he has three claws that come out of the backs of his hands. They were bone claws, but due to SHIELD's experimentation, his entire skeleton is now made up of Adamantium."

Logan held up a fist and out sprang three gleaming metal claws.

Peter sat up straighter. He knew who Wolverine was. He was one of the main members of the X-Men team stationed in America. He'd disappeared a few years ago.

"Fascinating. Adamantium you said?" the blue furry guy said.

"With Logan is Dr. Hank McCoy, codename Beast, and Professor Charles Xavier, codename Professor X. Both are experts in all things to do with Mutants. Dr. McCoy is a medical doctor as well as a psychologist. Professor Xavier owns and founded the Xavier Institute, a school for mutant children, and founded the X-Men. It's thanks to Professor Xavier that we have a place to stay. He is our host."

Peter watched dumbfounded as the two men bowed. He knew about Dr. Hank McCoy's work in genetics from when he was trying to figure out how he got his spider powers and help Dr. Connors with his formula. He was feeling a little stupid for not knowing who Professor Xavier was. They guy might not be on the news as much these days, but everyone knew who he was due to him being a major player in Mutant Rights circles.

"And lastly we have the Winchesters," Barton sighed. "Dean Winchester was a mutant with simple empathic abilities. He used to go on the occasional mission for the X-Men and taught shop classes at Xavier Academy. Now-a-days, however, due to SHIELD experimentation, he possesses numerous other mutant abilities. He's been through a the most out of all of you, so I'm sure everyone will agree to just give the guy space. With him is his younger brother, Sam Winchester, a lawyer and major Mutant Rights activist. He's also a really powerful Telekinetic, so don't mess with him."

Sam chuckled, shaking his head before smiling around at the group. The guy looked nice enough for a lawyer.

"You're a Teek, huh?" Dean mumbled, still looking a little out of it. He raised an eyebrow at his younger brother. "When did that happen?"

"Ah…" Sam turned bright red. "Tell you later."

"Must be good if you're embarrassed and blushing," Dean smiled. "What? Did your powers kick in when you had sex for the first time, you geek?"

Sam turned an even brighter shade of red.

"You dog!" Dean laughed. "What happened? Did you send everything flying? Did you send her flying? Or did everything just start shaking and you blamed it on an earthquake? Or maybe-!"

"Oh my God, shut up, you pervert!" Sam cried, clapping a hand over his brother's mouth.

Dean batted weakly at his brother's hand but his whole body was shaking with mirth.

"Might want to move your hand there, kid, so that he can breathe," Logan grunted, but his shoulders were shaking slightly in surprised laughter.

Dean took a deep breath once Sam removed his hand, but dissolved into giggles.

"What am I gonna do with you, Dean?" Sam huffed slumping down next to his brother. "Glad to know some things haven't changed though."

Tears were now streaming down Dean's cheeks, but his laughter was lessening as he leaned against Sam.

"You missed me," Dean smirked, a chuckle or two still bursting forth every now and again.

"More than you know," Sam huffed, throwing an arm casually around his brother's shoulders.

"Oh, I think I have an idea," Dean sighed, laughter gone, but a peaceful expression settling on his face.

Peter smiled as he watched the two long-lost brothers interact. Loki and Thor had a similar thing going with silent jabs and facial expressions. It made him wish he had a brother or sister that he was that close to.

"All right, now that we've got introductions out of the way, lets get to those plans I talked about earlier," Barton spoke up. "Alone, you could all go back to the way things were – except for you, asshole," he scowled at Loki.

"I was minding my own business," Loki frowned.

"You were robbing a bank when SHIELD caught you," Romanov pointed out.

"Well, a man has to make a living somehow," Loki sighed.

"Uh, can we get back to the point?" Mr. Stark asked. "I'm guessing you guys have a plan that doesn't involve us getting arrested again?"

"We think that the world needs to see how much it really needs heroes," Romanov said. "Sure, we have the X-Men, but most of those missions are done on the down low, so not too many are aware of the real dangers that are out there because of government cover ups. Together, you guys have the potential to be a lot stronger and harder to get at than you are as individuals. The reason SHIELD had to blackmail the Fantastic Four and Stark into imprisonment is because they had connections and were public figures. Most of you don't have that, but you could. If you work as a team visible in the public eye, you can defend each other. Eventually, you won't have to."

"I'm not sure you understand the Other Guy's version of a team dynamic," Dr. Banner said. "He doesn't get along with anyone. He just smashes anything that gets in his way."

"But you can work with a team. And you are valuable even without the Hulk," Romanov said.

"It would be easier for everyone if I just disappeared."

"I don't think that's true," Mr. Stark spoke up.

"You've never met the Other Guy," Dr. Banner shook his head.

"No, but I have come up with some interesting theories that I'd like to test. You should stick around at least that long."

"Besides," Professor Xavier put in, "We're secluded in the mountains on private property believed to be owned by the Canadian government and it's shielded. Anyone one who doesn't know about this place won't come here. Trust me, it's quite safe. This estate was designed to help Canadian mutants learn how to control their powers, so there are also a series of preventive measures to help ensure everyone's safety should anything go wrong with your Hulk problem, or if Dean looses control over his new powers."

Dr. Banner appeared to be pacified for the moment and relaxed in his seat.

"What about you two?" Steve asked the two agents suddenly. "You cut your ties with SHIELD, correct?"

"We have resources," Romanov said. "We're used to having to work off-grid."

"Why not join us?" Steve asked. "You want us to work together as a kind of commando team, but you won't be on it? The both of you could help us out."

"You do know SHIELD's playbook," Mr. Stark pointed out. "If this is going to work, we need your knowledge of how SHIELD operates so we can avoid getting captured again and put in an even more secure prison. Just think about it, Romanov."

"Well!" Aunt May sighed, standing up. "Nothing has to be decided for sure tonight. I'm sure that it's been a very busy and trying day for everyone. I think, for the rest of the evening, everyone should just settle down and rest. There's plenty of food still left and in the house and tomorrow I'll make pancakes for breakfast at eight. I expect you all to be there. You can hash out the rest of your plans and details then."

Everyone nodded and one by one fell into small groups and conversed amongst themselves, some getting up to get more food. Peter smiled up at his aunt and hugged her against his side. He'd really missed her.

And there we have it, folks! Sadly, I did borrow a lot from copperbadge's Coulson's Eleven fic again, but I swear I'll be more original next chapter! We'll get a lot more character interactions, which I'm really looking forward to writing.

So what did you guys think of what we now know of Dean's (kinda) origin story? I felt that this was a good chapter to put it in so that his character could be established (especially for those of you unfamiliar with Supernatural). More on him will come up later, but I didn't want to focus on him too much.

Hope you guys are liking the story so far! I don't know when I'll post the next chapter, but I do have a poll up on my profile now asking about what fics of my do you guys read. The stories get get the most votes will get the most frequent update slots in the updating scheduled I'm trying to make for myself. If you haven't voted already, go vote! :)