MULTIVERSE// A Supernatural / MCU crossover adventure

Uncle Ben

I'm unsure if the words actually managed to come out or not, so I repeat myself, but louder.

"Uncle Ben?!" I definitely heard myself that time, as the very sound of his name shoots shivers up my spine. I get no response, but I can tell he recognises me. He's eyes are fixated on me, yet look so sad. I feel my eyes start to well up. I can't believe I'm actually seeing him stand right in front of me. I wait for him so say something, anything, but instead he just stares, as if he's unable to move.

"Please." I whisper to him. Begging for any kind of reassurance that he's ok. That he's happy and in a better place.

"I'm- sorry." I choke out, unable to stop the tears from rolling down my face. From the corner of my eye I see his hand slowly raise towards my face. I go to grab it. To hold on and never let go again, but my hand goes straight through him; as does the iron bar Dean swings at him. He disappears.

I look over to Dean, struggling to stand up right. My head fills with rage and betrayal. Uncle Ben was no threat, he was here to see me, to talk to me.

I walk straight up to Dean, pushing him back into the brick wall.

"What did you do?!" I shout at him, hoping he hears me above the thunder.

"What do you mean? I just saved your ass!" He shouts back at me.

"SAVED ME?" I put my head down, trying to stay cool. He didn't know, this isn't his fault, but that was Uncle Ben, man. I would kill to see him again.

"Kid what's going on?!" Dean says, grabbing me by the shoulder. I look him in the eye, stuck for words. Despite all the rain, I guess he can tell I've been crying, he pulls me in for a hug. i can smell the alcohol on his breath, but that doesn't bother me. You know that pit in your stomach you get when feeling an overwhelming wave of sadness? Like a hole of depression and regret all wrapped into one spot? I really hate that feeling. I wrap my arms around him, tight.

"Peter?" I let go of Dean, following the sound of MJ's voice behind me. "Peter what happened?" I look at her, still not really sure to say what just happened. She runs up to me anyway and gives me a hug. I sit my face against her wet hair resting on her shoulder. Despite the rain her scent is so familiar and comforting. I feel a warm jolt in my stomach. I never want this hug to end.

I feel another pair of arms hug me from behind.

"I'm sorry you're upset Peter." I hear Jack say, as he rests his head on my back. He's kind of adorable, I can't help but giggle a little.

We stand there for a couple more seconds, I could honestly let it go on forever, but I can recognise when a hug has gone on for too long.

"I'm, I'm ok guys." I say, pulling back, trying my most convincing-fake-smile. They all stare at me, concerned and kinda confused.

"Really!" I throw in a chuckle for extra reassurance. "Just let it get to me for a minute there, but I'm ok now." MJ's gaze puts me off the most. She looks almost offended, like I did something wrong. But I'm sure that's just her way of saying 'talk about your feelings dip-shit!'. And I get that, but this is something I'd really rather not dive into.

"We should really get back." I say, starting to walk back the road we came by. I start hearing footsteps behind me, followed by what I can only assume is the sound of someone throwing up. I spin around the find Dean bent over, not looking too good.

"Dean!" Jack says in a panic. We all run back to him. Jack looks extremely concerned.

"What's wrong with him?" He asks.

"I think he just had a little too much alcohol. I'm sure he'll be fine Jack, let's just get him back to the bunker."

After what feels like forever, we arrive back at the bunker, soaking wet and not to mention- freezing. I've managed to sit Dean at the floor of the nearest toilet, patting his back every once in a while as he hurls. I don't really know what else to do, but I feel like someone should watch him.
As far as I know, Jacks gone to find us some towels and new pairs of pjs, whilst MJ's getting Dean a glass of water.

"How's he doing?" MJ mutters, handing me the glass.

"Well... he could be better." I scoff. She smiles back at me, shaking her head.

"Dean maybe you should have some water?" MJ says gently, placing her hand on Deans shoulder.

"Hmm." Dean mutters, waving his hand. I'll take that as a no.

"He must have drank a lot." I say.

"I really don't see the fun in that." I laugh at her remark.

"I got towels!" Jack says smiling, walking into the now crowded bathroom.

"Thanks." MJ says, handing them out.

"Do you think we should wake Sam?" I ask Jack.

"No I don't-" Jack starts, only to get cut off by Dean violently puking. "... don't think we should worry him."

For a lovely change in audio, I hear the bunker door open and shut again. The three of us look at each other, not sure on what do to. I assume it's probably Cas, but I seriously think that's the last person dean should talk to in this state.

"Jack!" I shout/whisper. "Go distract Cas, we'll keep an eye on Dean." He nods at me and slides out the bathroom, gently closing the door behind him. I look down at Dean who really doesn't seem to be aware of his surroundings. He's got his arm leaning on the toilet seat, and his face pressing against it.
I push my ear against the door and try to make out what Jacks saying, but all I can hear is the sudden noise of Dean puking up all his insides. I cringe at the sound, knowing we're busted.
I can hear Jack trying to stop Cas but it's too late.

"What happened to him?" Cas asks, looking disappointed.

"Well I'm gonna guess that this is what happens after too much beer." I hoff.

He shakes his head and sighs, "why didn't you call me." He crouches down next the Dean, inspecting his condition. "You guys should get some sleep, I'll look after Dean."

"Uhh." I start to panic a little. Dean said some things to me tonight that I'm sure he won't exactly want to be telling Cas right now. "It's ok Cas, you get some rest, I'll take care of him."

"Thank you Peter but that's unnecessary. I don't sleep. Now go get some sleep, don't worry about him."

I gulp, unsure of what to do now, expect hope that Dean doesn't say anything he regrets in the morning.