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brate7's birthday so I wanted to gift her something for her patience on the actual day.
Note 2: This is my first attempt at podfic so I apologise if it's terrible. I also still have the lingering low voice of flu.
Title: My Daddy Listened To Queen (On The Tapedeck In His Chevrolet) - Part 1/2
By:kellifer_fic
Fandom: SPN/SGA
Rating: PG (language/adult themes)
Category: Crossover
Words: 1,800 (this part)
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, no money!
Spoilers: None
Notes: All mistakes are mine. This is a continuation of My Daddy Didn't Have Days Like This and My Daddy Was A Soldier Man
Link to Podfic
"I'm bored."
"Does telling me that every twelve seconds help?" Sam asks, finally sounding irked which is what Dean was aiming for. He looks at Sam upside down from his bed, sitting at the metal table and chair balanced on its hind legs. Dean likes the constants about Sam, how he'd outgrown human-sized furniture at age sixteen and could only sit on a chair with his feet flat without his knees up around his ears if the seat was slanted up.
Stuff that didn't change with their zip code.
"Why is it-" Sam continues, "That we're in a different galaxy and I'm still stuck sharing a tiny room with you?"
Dean opens his mouth to point out that Sam was the one that just assumed they'd occupy the same space but then thinks better of it. He knows it will end in a fight, them living in each other's pockets like they are, and he doesn't want to go there. He doesn't want Sam to pull a bitchface, pack his stuff and move into a room at the other side of the compound just to win an argument.
He likes having Sam where he can see him, can't really relax without line of sight.
"Whatever, you love it," Dean says instead and watches Sam's mouth tug up at the corners. "Now if there's any games on that then hand it over," Dean demands, making grab-hands at the tablet Sam's been messing with for the past hour.
"You really think an Airforce Officer would have solitaire loaded on his handheld?" Sam asks, rolling his eyes.
"What are you doing then?" Dean asks, suspicious.
Sam ducks his head and mumbles something that sounds astoundingly like Minesweeper.
"I knew it!" Dean chortles and launches himself from the bed.
The ensuing wrestling match might not win him the prized handheld but it does actually mean he's not bored.
--
"How is Sam?" Teyla asks, settling down next to Dean who's sprawled under the only tree in the area. He's been watching Sheppard and Ronon have a very heated argument about which Bond was the best one and wondering just why he disliked Sheppard so intensely when they first met.
He supposes it might be because Sheppard was basically his dad, just with about ten years and a wife's brutal murder peeled off.
"You could ask Sam," Dean points out and Teyla offers him the kind of smile he thinks translates to don't be dense.
"I do ask Sam and he says he is fine. I ask you how you are and you say fine. I am trying a different tactic."
"Y'know," Dean says, rubs a hand across his face. "I was totally lied to by Star Trek. You should be blue."
"Changing the subject is a form of evasion I am very used to with John. I do not, as you say, buy it."
"He's fine," Dean says and then grimaces when Teyla narrows her eyes at him. "There's some residual... oddness, but Sammy's always been a little weird."
Teyla makes a contemplative sound and leans back so her shoulder is pressed into Dean's. They both watch as Sheppard and Ronon try to get Rodney to pick sides who very loudly and in great detail, tells them both exactly how much he doesn't care while he works on fixing the water filtration system that will prevent them all dying horribly filled to bursting with parasites.
Dean tries not to feel like he's missing something but he resolve to watch Sam closer.
--
Dean wakes with the dawn.
It's an annoying leftover from early morning drills with his father and brother, John Winchester a big believer in a heart attack before breakfast and therefore thinking up elaborate ways to wake his sons that threatened their very sanity. Dean became an early riser out of self preservation and then was never able to shake the habit.
What's bad about the Beta site is that sunrise is actually in the middle of the night by Pegasus Adjusted time and so four hours before Dean's due to actually get up for his watch.
He rolls out of bed, pulls his boots on and a long sleeve shirt to ward off the morning chill and checks Sam. His younger brother is sleeping peacefully, on his stomach with an arm dangling over the side of the cot. Dean tucks it back onto the bed and then makes sure the blankets are pulled to Sam's shoulders before heading out.
They're only a small group, but Dean knows someone will be up. He sees Ronon, a dark silhouette on a raised ridge at the border of the compound. He's heading that way when he hears the unmistakable sounds of McKay cursing and throwing things. Dean changes course and finds McKay near their gate, a panel in the DHD pulled open with its innards spilled out on the ground. McKay is sucking his fingers and scowling at the thing like its being deliberately difficult.
"You've got that look," Dean says, kicking gently at McKay's feet when he fails to notice Dean's arrival.
"What look?" McKay asks, words garbled because he still has his index and middle fingers in his mouth.
"The look you usually get before you announce that something truly horrible has happened," Dean says, adding, "Or is about to."
"I've got a look for that?" McKay asks, finally yanking his fingers free and squinting up at Dean.
"Sam gets the same look right before he tells me that we have to dance naked under the moonlight to rid ourselves of the monster of the week," Dean says and when McKay arches an eyebrow at him, Dean grimaces. "Only happened the once and not the point," he says hurriedly. "What's up?"
"I'm getting nothing when I'm trying to dial Atlantis," Rodney says. His hands hover over the exposed wires of the DHD and Dean figures he was sucking his fingers because he'd gotten a shock and was a little hesitant to dive back in.
"Engaged signal?" Dean asks, hunkering down.
"No," McKay huffs. "Nothing. It's acting like the address doesn't exist."
"You tried dialing other places?" Dean asks and gets a raised eyebrow for his trouble.
"No, I didn't try that because I'm a complete moron," McKay says snippily. "It's like nothing's out there."
"Can others dial in?"
"If I wanted to be peppered with inane questions I would have let Ronon keep talking to me fifteen minutes ago," McKay snaps, but Dean recognizes that McKay only gets truly snippy when he doesn't know the answers to very obvious questions. Dean just waits patiently while McKay huffs around before he finally admits, "I can't tell but I don't think so."
"Could it just be a fault with the DHD or the gate?" Dean presses and McKay gestures at the exposed insides of the DHD.
"I'm not giving myself very excruciating shocks for fun. I'm trying to figure that out."
"Why don't we leave the prickly scientist to do his thing?" Dean feels a hand clamp on his shoulder and turns his head to look up at Sheppard, haloed in the dawn light. Dean nods and stands, his knees popping. Sheppard hands him a tin cup of coffee even though Dean could've sworn they were out last week. He takes a sip and then pulls a face because it's decaf which is worse than having none.
The two men edge away from McKay and Dean feels Sheppard's gaze on his face. He's still looking at McKay though and Sheppard finally kicks at his foot much in the same way Dean did to McKay just a few minutes ago.
"I've thought of that too," Sheppard says and Dean finally tears his eyes away from McKay to look at Sheppard's grim expression. It looks a little out of place considering Sheppard mostly gives off the impression of laidback abandon but Dean can recognize a man that will grim-down when the need arises.
He's heard the stories about Sheppard taking on an invasion force single handed and basically handing their asses to them.
"First thing you do is cut off communications and any avenue of retreat," Dean says, his attention being dragged back to the silent gate. "When you're planning an attack."
"He's been around the military long enough to know that too," Sheppard says, jerking his chin in McKay's direction. "This is just him coping."
"How long do we have to be overdue before Atlantis does something about it?"
"Ten days," Sheppard says. "And it's not like after that they can just pop over and check on us with the gate out of commission."
"So we're basically on our own?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
--
"You think it's the Wraith?" Carson asks the obvious question.
They've gathered while Sam is on watch. He'd been so jazzed to finally get to take a watch on his own that he hadn't even questioned it. He'd practically bowled Dean over heading for the door and the solitude that he hadn't been allowed since they first hit Pegasus, having to be babysat in one form or another for the entire time.
Dean still feels a little skeezy leaving Sam out on his own so they can discuss what's happening.
"Do I think it's the only other race in this galaxy with a working knowledge of the gate system? Hmm, let me think about it," Rodney snarks.
"Aye Rodney, sarcasm always helps," Carson sighs and Dean sees Carson roll his eyes and turn his attention to Teyla. "I meant is this a usual Wraith strategy? I figured them more as the brute force type."
"Carson is right to question," Teyla says. "If they knew we were here and wanted us either dead or captured, they would have sent great numbers to overwhelm us quickly."
"They've gotta know we know they're coming," John says, scratching at the back of his head and frowning in a way that Dean has come to recognize as John flipping through his mental Rolodex of tactics.
"It is not like the Wraith to tread with caution. They have infinite numbers at their disposal, especially since they have all awakened from slumber," Teyla continues and Dean sees John wince just the tiniest bit, a blink-and-you'd-miss-it micro expression. He's left wondering what the story is behind that.
Dean feels the weight of everyone's attention and he slams the heel of his palm on the table they're all sitting at. "We can't just assume it's because of Sam," he snaps because he knows that's exactly what everyone's thinking.
He hates himself for thinking it too.
Before anyone can comment, the tell-tale sound of the gate activating starts up. Rodney swears colorfully, tossing his chair back but Dean's already out of his seat and heading for the door, John right on his ass.
He hits daylight and sees Sam hurtling down the hill towards the gate at a dead run with Ronon's blaster in hand, much closer than any of them. The gate connects and Dean sees something small, round and metallic sail through it. "Sammy!" Dean screams because Sam is still heading towards the gate. Sam skids to a stop just as the small metallic ball hits the ground once, bounces and explodes.
brate7's birthday so I wanted to gift her something for her patience on the actual day.Note 2: This is my first attempt at podfic so I apologise if it's terrible. I also still have the lingering low voice of flu.
Title: My Daddy Listened To Queen (On The Tapedeck In His Chevrolet) - Part 1/2
By:
kellifer_ficFandom: SPN/SGA
Rating: PG (language/adult themes)
Category: Crossover
Words: 1,800 (this part)
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, no money!
Spoilers: None
Notes: All mistakes are mine. This is a continuation of My Daddy Didn't Have Days Like This and My Daddy Was A Soldier Man
Link to Podfic
"I'm bored."
"Does telling me that every twelve seconds help?" Sam asks, finally sounding irked which is what Dean was aiming for. He looks at Sam upside down from his bed, sitting at the metal table and chair balanced on its hind legs. Dean likes the constants about Sam, how he'd outgrown human-sized furniture at age sixteen and could only sit on a chair with his feet flat without his knees up around his ears if the seat was slanted up.
Stuff that didn't change with their zip code.
"Why is it-" Sam continues, "That we're in a different galaxy and I'm still stuck sharing a tiny room with you?"
Dean opens his mouth to point out that Sam was the one that just assumed they'd occupy the same space but then thinks better of it. He knows it will end in a fight, them living in each other's pockets like they are, and he doesn't want to go there. He doesn't want Sam to pull a bitchface, pack his stuff and move into a room at the other side of the compound just to win an argument.
He likes having Sam where he can see him, can't really relax without line of sight.
"Whatever, you love it," Dean says instead and watches Sam's mouth tug up at the corners. "Now if there's any games on that then hand it over," Dean demands, making grab-hands at the tablet Sam's been messing with for the past hour.
"You really think an Airforce Officer would have solitaire loaded on his handheld?" Sam asks, rolling his eyes.
"What are you doing then?" Dean asks, suspicious.
Sam ducks his head and mumbles something that sounds astoundingly like Minesweeper.
"I knew it!" Dean chortles and launches himself from the bed.
The ensuing wrestling match might not win him the prized handheld but it does actually mean he's not bored.
"How is Sam?" Teyla asks, settling down next to Dean who's sprawled under the only tree in the area. He's been watching Sheppard and Ronon have a very heated argument about which Bond was the best one and wondering just why he disliked Sheppard so intensely when they first met.
He supposes it might be because Sheppard was basically his dad, just with about ten years and a wife's brutal murder peeled off.
"You could ask Sam," Dean points out and Teyla offers him the kind of smile he thinks translates to don't be dense.
"I do ask Sam and he says he is fine. I ask you how you are and you say fine. I am trying a different tactic."
"Y'know," Dean says, rubs a hand across his face. "I was totally lied to by Star Trek. You should be blue."
"Changing the subject is a form of evasion I am very used to with John. I do not, as you say, buy it."
"He's fine," Dean says and then grimaces when Teyla narrows her eyes at him. "There's some residual... oddness, but Sammy's always been a little weird."
Teyla makes a contemplative sound and leans back so her shoulder is pressed into Dean's. They both watch as Sheppard and Ronon try to get Rodney to pick sides who very loudly and in great detail, tells them both exactly how much he doesn't care while he works on fixing the water filtration system that will prevent them all dying horribly filled to bursting with parasites.
Dean tries not to feel like he's missing something but he resolve to watch Sam closer.
Dean wakes with the dawn.
It's an annoying leftover from early morning drills with his father and brother, John Winchester a big believer in a heart attack before breakfast and therefore thinking up elaborate ways to wake his sons that threatened their very sanity. Dean became an early riser out of self preservation and then was never able to shake the habit.
What's bad about the Beta site is that sunrise is actually in the middle of the night by Pegasus Adjusted time and so four hours before Dean's due to actually get up for his watch.
He rolls out of bed, pulls his boots on and a long sleeve shirt to ward off the morning chill and checks Sam. His younger brother is sleeping peacefully, on his stomach with an arm dangling over the side of the cot. Dean tucks it back onto the bed and then makes sure the blankets are pulled to Sam's shoulders before heading out.
They're only a small group, but Dean knows someone will be up. He sees Ronon, a dark silhouette on a raised ridge at the border of the compound. He's heading that way when he hears the unmistakable sounds of McKay cursing and throwing things. Dean changes course and finds McKay near their gate, a panel in the DHD pulled open with its innards spilled out on the ground. McKay is sucking his fingers and scowling at the thing like its being deliberately difficult.
"You've got that look," Dean says, kicking gently at McKay's feet when he fails to notice Dean's arrival.
"What look?" McKay asks, words garbled because he still has his index and middle fingers in his mouth.
"The look you usually get before you announce that something truly horrible has happened," Dean says, adding, "Or is about to."
"I've got a look for that?" McKay asks, finally yanking his fingers free and squinting up at Dean.
"Sam gets the same look right before he tells me that we have to dance naked under the moonlight to rid ourselves of the monster of the week," Dean says and when McKay arches an eyebrow at him, Dean grimaces. "Only happened the once and not the point," he says hurriedly. "What's up?"
"I'm getting nothing when I'm trying to dial Atlantis," Rodney says. His hands hover over the exposed wires of the DHD and Dean figures he was sucking his fingers because he'd gotten a shock and was a little hesitant to dive back in.
"Engaged signal?" Dean asks, hunkering down.
"No," McKay huffs. "Nothing. It's acting like the address doesn't exist."
"You tried dialing other places?" Dean asks and gets a raised eyebrow for his trouble.
"No, I didn't try that because I'm a complete moron," McKay says snippily. "It's like nothing's out there."
"Can others dial in?"
"If I wanted to be peppered with inane questions I would have let Ronon keep talking to me fifteen minutes ago," McKay snaps, but Dean recognizes that McKay only gets truly snippy when he doesn't know the answers to very obvious questions. Dean just waits patiently while McKay huffs around before he finally admits, "I can't tell but I don't think so."
"Could it just be a fault with the DHD or the gate?" Dean presses and McKay gestures at the exposed insides of the DHD.
"I'm not giving myself very excruciating shocks for fun. I'm trying to figure that out."
"Why don't we leave the prickly scientist to do his thing?" Dean feels a hand clamp on his shoulder and turns his head to look up at Sheppard, haloed in the dawn light. Dean nods and stands, his knees popping. Sheppard hands him a tin cup of coffee even though Dean could've sworn they were out last week. He takes a sip and then pulls a face because it's decaf which is worse than having none.
The two men edge away from McKay and Dean feels Sheppard's gaze on his face. He's still looking at McKay though and Sheppard finally kicks at his foot much in the same way Dean did to McKay just a few minutes ago.
"I've thought of that too," Sheppard says and Dean finally tears his eyes away from McKay to look at Sheppard's grim expression. It looks a little out of place considering Sheppard mostly gives off the impression of laidback abandon but Dean can recognize a man that will grim-down when the need arises.
He's heard the stories about Sheppard taking on an invasion force single handed and basically handing their asses to them.
"First thing you do is cut off communications and any avenue of retreat," Dean says, his attention being dragged back to the silent gate. "When you're planning an attack."
"He's been around the military long enough to know that too," Sheppard says, jerking his chin in McKay's direction. "This is just him coping."
"How long do we have to be overdue before Atlantis does something about it?"
"Ten days," Sheppard says. "And it's not like after that they can just pop over and check on us with the gate out of commission."
"So we're basically on our own?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"You think it's the Wraith?" Carson asks the obvious question.
They've gathered while Sam is on watch. He'd been so jazzed to finally get to take a watch on his own that he hadn't even questioned it. He'd practically bowled Dean over heading for the door and the solitude that he hadn't been allowed since they first hit Pegasus, having to be babysat in one form or another for the entire time.
Dean still feels a little skeezy leaving Sam out on his own so they can discuss what's happening.
"Do I think it's the only other race in this galaxy with a working knowledge of the gate system? Hmm, let me think about it," Rodney snarks.
"Aye Rodney, sarcasm always helps," Carson sighs and Dean sees Carson roll his eyes and turn his attention to Teyla. "I meant is this a usual Wraith strategy? I figured them more as the brute force type."
"Carson is right to question," Teyla says. "If they knew we were here and wanted us either dead or captured, they would have sent great numbers to overwhelm us quickly."
"They've gotta know we know they're coming," John says, scratching at the back of his head and frowning in a way that Dean has come to recognize as John flipping through his mental Rolodex of tactics.
"It is not like the Wraith to tread with caution. They have infinite numbers at their disposal, especially since they have all awakened from slumber," Teyla continues and Dean sees John wince just the tiniest bit, a blink-and-you'd-miss-it micro expression. He's left wondering what the story is behind that.
Dean feels the weight of everyone's attention and he slams the heel of his palm on the table they're all sitting at. "We can't just assume it's because of Sam," he snaps because he knows that's exactly what everyone's thinking.
He hates himself for thinking it too.
Before anyone can comment, the tell-tale sound of the gate activating starts up. Rodney swears colorfully, tossing his chair back but Dean's already out of his seat and heading for the door, John right on his ass.
He hits daylight and sees Sam hurtling down the hill towards the gate at a dead run with Ronon's blaster in hand, much closer than any of them. The gate connects and Dean sees something small, round and metallic sail through it. "Sammy!" Dean screams because Sam is still heading towards the gate. Sam skids to a stop just as the small metallic ball hits the ground once, bounces and explodes.