Title: Family Business
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: FRAO/NC-17
Summary: Tony joins in the family business
Series: Brake Lights in the Distance, The Bodyguard, Evil Lurks, November 2nd, Family Business
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The funeral was simple.
The only people in attendance were the three men who had loved her.
They each said their private goodbyes; Happy promising to watch over her two boys, Dean promising to make sure Tony stayed safe, and Tony promising her vengeance.
Tony Stark was a man on a mission.
The Demon had made the biggest fucking mistake of it’s undead life taking one of the few people Tony Stark had ever loved.
Pepper Potts always stood by him no matter the controversy or the scandal.
She was loyal and honest.
She was family.
Touching her had essentially started a war between Stark and the supernatural.
He had taken Dean’s weapons designs and new ideas and made for them an arsenal. At that moment anything supernatural would’ve been best advised to either give up or go into hiding.
John had disappeared.
Dean wasn’t sure how his dad had gotten his new number, but the voice message gave them a clue to his last whereabouts. Their plan was to pick up Sammy then head out to see if there was anything that might lead them further.
But first they returned to the house, only to find Obediah Stane standing by the front door.
Stark got out of the back of the vehicle and walked past his CFO without so much as a glance. Dean looked over at Happy. He gave a quick nod and stayed by the vehicle making sure everything was secure before heading down to the garage.
He was the only other person ever allowed to set foot in Tony’s workshop.
Happy was going to be living at the house to make sure everything Tony needed would be supplied. He would guard the premises, keep and eye on Jarvis and the workshop and provide info and back up if required. Dean had already made sure he was in touch with Bobby Singer too, and had a feeling the two men would get along just fine. He was just waiting for the headsmack and the word ‘idijit’ to come out of the big guy’s mouth.
Dean stopped in front of Stane. “What do you want?”
“This isn’t any of your business.” Stane glared at him, hands on his hips, powerful and purposeful. “Tony is being irrational and if he doesn’t knock it off he’ll lose the business…”
“I’m not the one in danger.” Tony spoke up from the hallway. “I’ve taken care of everything. Rhodes is glad handing the military. Happy is taking care of me, and Mr. Winchester is making sure I don’t go off and do something stupid, like fire your ass.”
Obediah Stane stepped back from the man he practically raised. “Tony…you’re grieving.”
“Took you a while to figure that out did it?” He held up his hand stopping the fake platitudes. It had been bad enough listening to the Priest rattle on about God’s Will and Heaven’s Peace, when he knew the truth now about what roamed this earth and there was no God to be seen. Anywhere. “I’m not fourteen any more.”
“Could’ve fooled me.” Stane pointed at him. “You’re running off with this thug like a kid who’s going to join the circus.”
“I have to get away from here before anyone else dies.” He gave Stane a final look that reminded the older man of the day they’d buried Howard and Marie, then turned and headed into the house, signaling the end of the conversation.
Obediah stepped in front of Dean, “You worry me.”
“Feeling’s mutual, ” Dean barked, amused.
“If you do anything to hurt Tony…” Stane loomed over him.
Dean rolled his eyes. He wasn’t that easily intimidated. “Happy’ll take me out if I don’t do myself in first.” He pushed past Stane and into the house following Tony down into the workshop.
The Impala’s trunk was open, being retrofitted to carry both the new and older weapons for Hunting. There were wires coming from all directions as Jarvis was in the middle of being rigged up to the car. Dean wasn’t so sure about all the new gadgets in his gal, but it was keeping Tony focused and they were pretty cool toys after all.
Stark had slipped out of his jacket and tie and tossed them onto the couch before moving over to the weapons table. He sorted through all of them, cataloging them with Jarvis before they were put away in their new homes.
Dean followed him, his own tie and jacket landing on Tony’s. He snagged one of the guns and checked its sights, loving the feel of it in his hands.
He turned to say something only to find himself pinned to the table, Tony’s mouth on his kissing him hard and deep.
It was straight simple need.
Reclaiming what was his.
Wanting, needing to know they were alive.
Tony turned Dean around and slammed down on the table.
Pants were shoved down and aside, and with some spit and pre-cum he claimed Dean in one full thrust. The younger man moaned in pained pleasure. There wasn’t enough slick to ease the way, but with each thrust the pain turned to heated pleasure. He braced himself against the table, leaning forward, spreading his legs to give Tony full access, and he wasn’t disappointed when the angle shifted just slightly, Tony’s thick cock sliding over that one spot with each hard thrust.
Dean felt Tony’s hand grip his cock, jacking him off with hard sure strokes, and it didn’t take long for him to bite back a chocked off scream before coming all over Tony’s hand. With a few last thrusts and a low grunt Tony slammed into Dean and let climax take him.
Despite the hard fast sex, Dean felt Tony’s hands gently caress his hips and over his hole making sure he wasn’t injured.
It was those tiny moments that Dean loved about Tony. He turned around, and pulled up his suit pants zipping them up enough to let them hang low on his hips before reaching over and cupping Tony’s cheek.
“Finished rigging my baby up?” Dean asked with a soft smile and a tender kiss.
Tony nodded appreciating the change of subject. “Nearly done.”
His relationship with Dean Winchester was complicated. He’d be the first to admit it.
They had met at some dive bar in Malibu with Dean getting into a fight against four guys over his treatment of some barely legal teenage waitress. Only later did Tony come to learn the waitress was a shapeshifter who had been killing off truckers along the highway.
Keyed up after day of frustrated meetings and bureaucratic bungling, Tony had driven past and ended up in the middle of it. When the cops showed up he waived them off with the tale of how he had been saved from dumb fuck barflies. Dean hadn’t said a word, just kept his eyes on Tony, only afterward demanding to know what the hell he wanted.
Tony’s answer had been devastatingly simple.
‘You.’
So Dean became one of his bodyguards.
Happy grumbled and growled but kept quiet in the background, ever watchful, ever cautious.
Soon though Dean ended up in Tony’s bed, becoming the only one to ever be invited back after the first night.
It worked for them.
Dean hunted.
Tony built weapons.
They fucked when Dean was in town.
Now…?
Now they had a new agenda.
Tony never had understood the Hunting, not really.
But now he did.
“A few more tests for calibrations and we can be on the road by nightfall.” Tony turned and headed back to the console behind which sat Jarvis, in all his electronic glory. “Have you talked to Sam?”
“Jess was buried today.” He pinched his nose, feeling a headache coming on.
“Is he ready to do this?” Tony asked, a slight smile on his face wondering how Sammy boy would deal with another passenger in the car.
“Packed and waiting for us to show up,” Dean said bluntly as he headed for the stairs. “I’ll pack our bags. We’re going to have to leave behind those fancy suits of yours.”
Tony snorted. “Pepper tossed your thrift shop clothes of yours long ago…” He paused, the small smile on his lips fading to nothing but anger. “Tell me we’ll get the son of a bitch who took her.”
“We will.”
***
Sam sighed with relief when he heard the familiar roar of the Impala.
He stood up from the stoop of the friends house he had been staying at, uncurling his lanky frame.
He’d lost everything in the fire.
All he had was a bag with a few clothes, some weapons he’d scrounged up, and a photo a friend had taken of Jess. He’d had it pressed into his palm at the funeral.
The past week had been hell.
He wished daily that Dean was by his side, realizing finally how precious family really was.
He had been shocked, but at the same time not, when Dean told him he was staying with Stark to help with the arrangements for Ms. Potts. Dean knew her personally and would want to say his own goodbye.
But damn it, he wanted his brother.
Dean was his family, not Tony Stark’s.
He walked down the path only to stop short when he saw that there was someone in his seat.
His eyes narrowed.
Tony-fucking-Stark.
Dean got out of the car and strode up the walkway, pulling Sam into a tight hug.
Sam just dropped his bag and held onto his brother for dear life.
He missed this.
Just being near Dean made him feel safer.
He looked up when he heard the Impala door squeak. Tony had gotten out and was leaning against the car watching them.
Sam stepped back. “What is he doing here?”
“He lost Pepper.” Dean pointed out grabbing Sam’s bag and tossing into the back seat with the other two.
“He’s coming with us?” Sam asked incredulously. “This is family business.”
“I’m funding this operation Mr. Winchester.” Tony pulled his shoulders back and squared up to his full height. He didn’t give a shit that Sam was even taller than Dean. He wasn’t about to be intimidated by the bumbling school kid. “But you’ll have time to thank me later.”
“Dean..?” Sam looked at his brother for an explanation.
“Both of you get in the car.” Dean slid in behind the steering wheel. He wasn’t going to get between the two of them. Hell no. “You two are not arguing over who’s riding shotgun. I swear to fucking God I’ll toss you both in the back!”
‘It would be particularly prudent if Mr. Winchester were to ride in the passenger side. It would better suit his extreme height and be less taxing on the lower limbs.’
Sam leaned down and stared into the car, his jaw falling open. “What the fuck was that?”
The back door opened as Tony chuckled. “That was Jarvis. Jarvis say hi to the stupid Winchester brother.”
‘Hello Samuel. You seem to be in need of a hair cut.’
Sam slipped into the passenger side and looked at Dean. “Dude!”
“Not a word.” Dean started up the car, Metallica instantly blaring on the radio.
‘I believe this may be more suitable for the moment, sir, as opposed to the profanity you were about to issue.’
Dean smirked. He was beginning to like Jarvis riding along with them. “Thanks dude.”
“Any word from dad?” Sam asked as they pulled out onto the highway, still shaking his head at the voice that issued from Impala. It was like finding the damn car really did have a life and a personality all its own.
“Just the message mentioning Jericho, and static in the background. If he ran into something we just got to find it, and then we’ll find him.” Dean looked in the review mirror at Tony.
“Jarvis run the message through a Goldwave oscilloscope. See if you can clean up the background noise. Run the real time algorithym from the Seraphim Satellite project. That should help.”
‘Yes sir. Processing now.’
Sam looked back at Tony; he just couldn’t believe they were leaving on a Hunt with Tony Stark. “What the hell Dean?”
“He’s family.” Dean looked at his brother, not flinching from that pointed stare. “And that’s final.”
‘Never go home…I can never go home…’
The eerie voice that Jarvis produced from somewhere in the white noise that permeated John Winchester’s message, froze the three of them solid.
Tony blinked, and pulled a silver flask from his bag. “I think that warrants a drink,” he said grimly, trying to hide the gooseflesh that crept over his skin. “Thank you for packing the essentials.”
“Dude I’m not dealing with you when there’s no Scotch around.” Dean grinned at him. “Save some for me, I’m used to the good stuff now.”
“Mr. Winchester.” Tony leaned forward resting his arms on the front seat while looking over at Sam. “Just in case there’s any confusion, let me state for the record, Dean is mine. I don’t plan on returning him to you or that ungrateful father of yours. And I don’t share. Do we have an understanding?”
Sam could only nod, too many questions on his tongue to actually spit them out in any kind of order.
Adding insult to injury, Tony patted him on the head then settled onto the backseat, a faint smile of amusement on his lips. “Jarvis how long until we reach Jericho?”
‘Three hours and five minutes if Mr. Winchester keeps this speed.’
Dean pushed down on the gas pedal and the Impala ate up the highway.
Life seriously just got interesting.