Don't Think We're in Kansas, Chapter 10, Supernatural/SGA Crossover, NC-17

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Fandom: Stargate Atlantis/Supernatural Crossover
Title: Don't Think We're in Kansas, Chapter 10 (Previous Chapters found Here)
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter) Dean, Ronon, John, Sam, Rodney, Elizabeth, Dr. Heightmeyer and a special guest
Word Count: 2773 (this chapter)
Rating: NC-17

Summary: Sam and Dean and John and Ronon all head to Earth when the SGC finds Dean's car and has it hauled to Colorado. Once there, they get a call from Bobby, who has information for them. This inevitably leads to a road trip. And car sex.


A/Ns & Warnings: This is a bunny "given" to me by denyce. I don't know if she knew what she was getting into. Um. So...warnings. This is a slave fic. This is Dean slave fic...nothing like the OTHER slave!Dean fic. This is new and different. This will involve dubious on, and kinky, kinky sex. Just not in this chapter. Sorry. This also a humble birthday offering for vampirelady. Hope your birthday was lovely!




“Sam, move your ass!” Dean called as he finished lacing up his boots.

“I’m still not sure this is a good idea.” Sam said, appearing in the door from the bathroom. “We don’t know how it found us.”

Dean understood, because he wasn’t completely happy with the plan either. But, Dr. Weir had said they’d found his car, and he would be happier armed with his father’s journal and the essentials, just in case the demon once known as Meg made a reappearance.

That and he really wanted to see his girl.

He put his foot down and looked up at Sam. “Maybe not the best idea, but we need things out of the car, Sam.”

“I know.” He tossed his towel and moved to pull on a shirt. “It might be nice to wear my own clothes for a change.”

“I just hope they got everything that was in it.”

“Dr. Weir gave you an inventory, right?”

Dean nodded. “It looks good, and like they didn’t look too hard. None of the guns and stuff are listed.

The door opened and John was there, waving them into the hall. “You guys ready?”


The step through the gate wasn’t like the others they’d done. Well, it was, but on the other side they were greeted by American military hardware and John was smiling and shaking hands. Ronon stood aloof with Sam and Dean until John was beckoning them and they were following him through a series of tunnels and into a room.

“Just procedure. General Landry wants a word with the two of you.”

“But my car is here, right?”

John chuckled. “Yes, it’s here.”

John snapped to attention as the door opened. Dean looked up at the General who came into the room. “At ease, Colonel.” He turned his eyes on Sam and Dean. “You must be the Winchesters.”

Dean nodded and held out his hand. “I’m Dean. This is my brother Sam.”

“I won’t keep you. I just need to reassure my chain of command that you are who you say you are, and not what your police records say.”

Sam offered a small smile. “I thought Dr. Weir already did that.”

General Landry nodded. “Dr. Weir seems to believe you. I tend to trust her judgment. But you’re my responsibility here.” He crossed his arms. “I’ve read your file. It’s…colorful.”

Dean wasn’t entirely sure he liked this guy. “By colorful, you mean full of shit?”

Landry chuckled. “I wouldn’t have said it like that. But, that’s quite a list of crimes you boys have racked up.”

Dean nodded. “Ours has not been a normal life. Can’t do what we do and live normal. It doesn’t work.”

“What you do.” Landry held up a hand when Dean bristled. “I’ve seen enough strange stuff in this job not to dismiss it outright, Son. I’m just saying that it isn’t sitting well with those who maybe haven’t seen the things I’ve seen.”

“You know, General, half of Atlantis saw the demon.” John interjected.

“I know, Colonel, and that’s why we’re sitting here having a chat and not in the brig.” Landry took a deep breath. “The car is upstairs in the parking garage. You have five days before the Daedelus is ready to leave. If you boys have business you need to tend to, I suggest you do it now. Colonel Sheppard, they’re your responsibility while they’re here.”

“Thank you sir.”

The General left the room and John slapped Dean upside the head. “Would it hurt you to show a little respect?”

Dean rubbed at the spot. “I was respectful.”

John rolled his eyes. “Come on.”



Anxiety and hope rolled off of Dean as John led them into a parking structure. Sam felt it the moment Dean saw the Impala, something very close to sexual gratification flooding through him.

His hands stroked over her lines tenderly and when he reached the hood he laid down against it, pressing his cheek to the metal. “Oh baby, I’ve missed you.”

“You two need a moment alone?” Sam asked with a smirk.

“Don’t listen to him, babe, he’s just jealous cause I always liked you best.”

John whistled low. “This is your car?”

Dean grinned up at him. “1967 Impala. I rebuilt her myself after…well, after she danced with a semi. Thing of beauty.”

“I’ll say.” John ran a hand lovingly over the front fender.

“Good thing I know how to hide a spare key.” He popped the hood and leaned in under it to the place where he always kept a key hidden. They’d lost the keys along with everything else on the Sagare’s planet. He came out from under the hood with a smudge of grease on his cheek and a key in his hand.

Sam would never understand why the sight aroused him. Dean dirty. Dean sweaty. Dean suddenly in his face, pulling him in to kiss. Sam blinked and stepped back. “Um. Dean?”

Dean cleared his throat and shook his head. “Yeah. Sorry.” He scratched his head and headed for the trunk. “Don’t know what I was thinking.”

Sam could feel his arousal though, and thoughts about all the ways the two of them could enjoy having the Impala to themselves. He snorted, not surprised that his brother actually had sexual fantasies that involved the damn car.

“So…” Dean opened the trunk and went immediately for the secret compartment, sighing in relief when he found everything more or less intact. “Good. The bastards didn’t take anything.”

John was whistling again. “That’s a lot of firepower.”

Dean was grinning. “We like to be prepared. Tools of the trade.” He was digging through the stash, pulling a duffle to him. “I can bring my guns, right?”

“We don’t have enough guns for you?”

“No offense.” Dean held up his favorite one. “I like familiar things.”

“I’m sure it will be fine.”

Dean nodded and filled the duffle with rock salt cartridges, blessed rounds, iron rounds, their father’s journal, holy water.

A phone rang and everyone froze. Sam cocked his head.

“Dude, did you leave your phone in the car?”

Dean shrugged and tossed Sam the key. He got the passenger side open and there, in the glove box was Dean’s phone. He grabbed it. “Bobby.” He flipped it open. “Hey, Bobby.”

He grimaced and pulled the phone away from his ear. “Good God boy, where have you been? I’ve been calling you for weeks.”

“Bobby. Bobby.” Sam sighed and let the older man sound off. “We’re fine. We’ve just been…well, we’ve been busy.” John was staring at him, his arms crossed.

“Okay, Bobby, I’ll see what we can do.”

Sam hung up the phone and looked at his brother. “He needs to see us. Something about the demon.”

Dean nodded slowly. “We’ve got what? Five days? We can do it.” He leered at John. “Who’s up for a road trip?”

“Wait.” John shook his head. “Road trip? We’re here to get your things and go back to Atlantis.”

“General Landry did tell us to take care of our business.” Dean countered. “Bobby’s our business. Look, he was my father’s good friend and he feels like he owes us since Dad died. It’s a few days drive. We check in, let him know we’ll be out of radio contact, and we come back. Piece of cake.”



John wasn’t comfortable. Part of it was sitting in the back seat of the car like a kid, next to Ronon for two days. It was a big car, but not nearly big enough for two grown men. And that was before John started thinking about Ronon spread out on those leather seats.

Dean groaned and glanced back at him. “Seriously dude, you’re gonna make me pull this car over.” Beside him Sam roused, sleepy and adorable and that only made the images in John’s head double to include Sam and Ronon…then Dean and himself.

Ronon was the only one sleeping as Dean steered the car off whatever back road they were screaming down at two in the morning, but he came awake as Dean threw the car in park and leaned over the back seat to pull John to him. “Can’t drive with you doing that,” he said after his kiss.

“What’d I miss?” Ronon asked. He rolled his eyes when he realized.

Dean released John, but didn’t take his eyes off him. “He was thinking about how you two could get it on back there.”

“There’s no room.” John said, his eyes locked on Dean’s.

Dean’s tongue darted out, swiped over his lip. “Ronon on his back. You riding him.” John’s face was getting red, he could feel it.

“Roof.” John was licking his lips now too.

“Duck.” Dean countered. He was reaching for Sam, who’d been watching the whole thing silently. Before John fully registered what Dean was doing, Sam’s zipper was down. Dean manhandled him into position, his back against the door, while Dean unzipped his own jeans, still staring at John.

“Better catch up.” Ronon said, his voice dark and lusty. When John looked Ronon had mirrored Sam’s position, his pants open, his cock hard.

He raised an eyebrow and Ronon winked, his hands moving to John’s waist.

Dean groaned and they both looked and John wished he hadn’t. All he could see was Dean’s head and shoulders and part of Sam’s head, but there was no doubt what was going on in that front seat as Dean sank onto Sam’s cock.

Ronon managed to get John’s pants open and they fumbled in the cramped space. Dean’s eyes were dark as they met John’s and he held up a tube of lube. “Boy scout?”

Dean grinned, then the grin was lost to a moan as Sam pushed up into him. Ronon stole the lube and worked it over his cock before pulling John into place. “I haven’t done this in a car since…a long time.” John swallowed as Ronon entered him.

“Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever done this in a car.” Dean said.

Ronon shifted and pulled John down onto him. Dean was rocking, his head scraping the roof. Sam’s eyes were closed. John lifted up, minding his head, then sank back down. It was awkward, but he watched Dean, felt the way his body was moving over Sam’s and slowly let himself mimic the movement, rocking forward and back rather than truly riding up and down. Ronon moaned in appreciation for what the motion did for his cock.

The windows were already fogging over, the air in the car steaming up. John wanted…more…Dean…then Dean’s mouth was on his, their bodies moving in unison. Dean groaned onto John’s tongue, and John moaned it back onto Dean’s.

John’s cock was hard now and Dean’s hand reached over the seat to grab him, jerking him slowly.

“Now that’s hot.” Ronon whispered and John had to agree…the whole thing was getting hot. When Sam’s hand closed around Dean’s cock, John’s brain stopped working.

“Fuck.” Sam was the first of them to come, pushing Dean up until his head was against the ceiling. John followed, spurting come onto the window over Ronon’s head.

Dean leaned back as he came, the long strings landing on Sam’s head. Ronon grunted, pushing up. John’s head cracked against the roof as his ass flooded with come.

“Sorry.” Ronon eased him down. Dean was reaching for him but John pulled away, falling back to the seat.

“Watch the leather.” Dean was pulling his boxers up over his ass.

“Fuck the leather.” John muttered. “My head. I told you there wasn’t room.”



Dean debated the wisdom of taking John and Ronon all the way to Bobby’s, but it wasn’t like they were just going to let them go alone. He stopped them just before the turn off.

“So. Bobby. He’s an old friend of our father’s. A hunter, like us.” Dean squinted his eyes at John.

“You want us to be quiet.” John said and Dean nodded.

“Yeah. We just need to convince him that we’re okay…and let him know we won’t be around.”

John pulled something out of a pocket and handed it to Dean. “Give him this. If he needs you for anything, he can call that number. He should tell the person who answers that he has a message for you. It’ll get relayed.”

Dean took the card and nodded.

“And you can’t tell him where you will be, or where you’ve been. Or why.”

Dean rolled his eyes and sighed. “Dude, hunter. I’ve been known to keep a secret or twenty.”

Truth was, he was nervous about this. Bobby wasn’t a fool. He was going to peg John for military as soon as he got out of the car. Dean had no idea what he’d make of Ronon. He set them moving again, down the long dusty lane.

He stopped the car in front of the old house and slowly got out. The screen door opened and Bobby was coming down the stairs, squinting at them. Dean held up a hand as Sam stood. “Hey Bobby.”

“Dean Winchester.” He was scowling, crossing the space between them, then Dean was swept up in his arms. “You leave on out of here with no goodbye and the next thing I hear from you, you’ve been arrested…and then you just disappear? And no word for a month.”

“Sorry Bobby, we’ve been busy.” Dean said, stepping back.

Bobby saw John then. “Who’s that?”

“Friends.” Dean said, stepping between them. “The reason we’ve been out of touch.”

Bobby’s eyes narrowed even further. “You boys got any idea the trouble you got brewing?”

“We’ve been…away.” Sam said, coming around to lean on the hood of the Impala.

“Away?”

“We can’t tell you more Bobby. We’re okay though.”

“You ain’t okay, Boy.” Bobby snapped. “You got a Fed jonesing for your ass, and a demon chasing after your brother’s. Last I checked that wasn’t okay.”

“A Fed? You’re worked up over a Fed?” Dean glanced back at John who was looking like he was going to be getting out of the car if Bobby got any more obvious with his anger.

“Get your ass in the house. I’ve got information for you.”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, give me a minute. He went to John’s door and opened it, holding up the keys. “Town’s about fifteen minutes that way.” He pointed. “Why don’t you two go get a beer. Sam and I got some business.”

John looked Bobby over, then back up at Dean. “You sure?”

“Give us an hour, then come back for us.”

John got out of the car, his eyes darting to Bobby, then back to Dean. “One hour.” He moved to the driver’s side and started the car. Dean backed off and watched him go.

Sam was already following Bobby inside. Dean sighed and followed them both.

In the kitchen, Bobby threw a file on the table. “His name is Hendrickson, and he’s got it bad for you. He’s been here twice in the last month, since you two disappeared out of Baltimore.”

“So?” Dean pulled the folder to him and opened it. “We’ve had cops on us before.”

“Not like this you haven’t.” Bobby scratched at his beard. “He tangled with your Daddy too. Part of why he went missing when he did.”

Dean looked at the grainy picture of the FBI agent. “He knew Dad?”

“It’s personal, whatever it is.” Bobby sighed and looked up at Sam. “And just so you don’t feel left out…” He grabbed another file off the counter and tossed it at Sam. “Five exorcisms in the last month. Five demons looking for you.”

Sam sighed. “Yeah, we ran into one recently too.”

“You ain’t gonna tell me where you boys have been, are you?”

Sam smiled and looked at Dean. “Sorry, we really can’t.”

“This to do with that military guy you let drive off in the Impala?”

Dean swiped a hand over his face. “Yes. But we can’t say much about it, Bobby.”

“What the hell you mixed up in, Boy?”

There was a car door closing and Dean looked at Sam. “It hasn’t been an hour.” Sam said softly.

Bobby was at the kitchen window. “Shit. Hendrickson. Out the back.”

Dean scrambled through the kitchen and out to the back door, but stopped dead. There were men out there too. “Call John,” he hissed at Sam.

“You’re the one he can feel.” Sam hissed back. “Let him know we’re in trouble.”

“Dean Winchester. This is Special Agent Hendrickson. We know that you and your brother are inside. Come out quietly and no one gets hurt.”