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Summary: When she was rescued by the werewolf, Sam Winchester, Chloe didn't she think that she'd ever see him ever again. But Chloe didn't understand one very important thing: werewolves recognize their mates while in their wolf form, and she's Sam's.
"There are these guys looking at me." Lana fretted, looking towards the front of the Beanery, which was plate glass. "It's all...intense."
"Mmmmmhmmm." Chloe didn't bother looking up from the research she was conducting on her laptop, trying to figure out what exactly had attacked her the night before. She'd gone through everything she could think of in the internet, and so far there was nothing even remotely close to what had snapped its jaws on her calf the night before.
"It's giving me the creeps." Lana whispered, hugging herself.
Chloe bite her thumb nail, eyeing the crap on the screen before her, ignoring Lana and her mini break down. Honestly, she didn't see what the big deal was about guys staring at Lana.
Guys always stared at Lana.
The brunette should be used to it by now.
"I don't think I've ever seen them before." Lana continued to talk, obviously not realizing that Chloe really wasn't paying any attention. "The shorter one is trying to be more discreet about it, but the taller one isn't even trying to pretend he isn't looking!"
"Scandalous." Chloe murmured, pulling the pencil out of her hair and shaking it free, using the pencil to write down NOTHING WORTH WHILE FOUND SO FAR on her notebook.
"Chloe! They're coming in!" Lana grabbed at her shirt.
Chloe tore her gaze from the screen to look down at Lana's hand, before snorting and shaking her head, returning her gaze to the screen as she typed in BIG ASS CAT CREATURE in google, wondering if THIS would come up with something. "Lana, just smile and tell them you have a boyfriend. They'll leave you alone. Of course, they'll probably go insane due to your rejection and try to kill Clark, but they'll leave you alone nonetheless."
"Don't joke about that." Lana pouted. "It's not funny."
"You're the one who attracts the possessive, deadly, and neurotic types." Chloe shrugged, hearing the footsteps get closer.
"Chloe!" Lana squeaked.
"Be a brave girl Lana." Chloe ordered, surprised that this search had brought up some interesting results.
Lana jerked and smiled up at the males who'd stopped at their table. "You two are really cute, really, you are, but I have a boyfriend."
Chloe, quite used to this, ignored them as she clicked on a link.
"Uhm, duly noted." A familiar voice announced, confused.
Chloe blinked, turning away from her computer for the first time, eyes widening as they landed on Sam and Dean Winchester. "Hey."
Dean nodded. "Chloe."
Chloe's gaze then slid to Sam, finally able to see him in his human form.
Other than his eyes being a normal blue/green, there being no fangs, and his being clothed he was very much the same way he'd been the night before.
And his eyes were intense on her, just as they'd been last night.
She gulped, pushing back the shock of desire that shot through her at the memory of what had happened last night, instead managing a half genuine smile. "Sam. How are you doing?"
He didn't answer, only gulp and nod tersely.
Lana looked between the three of them, eyebrow raised. "You, uh, know them?"
Chloe nodded, looking between the brothers before smiling over at Lana. "Uh, yeah. I met them when I interned in the Daily Planet last summer."
"Oh." Lana nodded, before smiling at the brothers. "I'm Lana Lang."
"Dean Winchester." Dean announced, motioning to his brother. "My little brother Sam."
"Nice to meet you." Lana grinned, before noticing something. "I gotta go, my boyfriend's come to pick me up." She smiled and left, sending Chloe a look over her shoulder which clearly said that she was going to be phoning her for detail later.
Chloe watched her go before lowering the lid of her laptop and motioning for the brothers to sit down. "So I'm guessing you're here because you want something."
"We wanted to make sure you were okay." Dean announced innocently as he sat down on the seat Lana had vacated.
Sam sat down stiffly on her other side, refusing to look at her.
It kinda annoyed her.
"Right." Chloe nodded, not believing that for a moment, before turning to Sam. "I wanted to thank you for saving my life last night. I don't understand why you did it, but thanks nonetheless."
She placed her hand on his in a thankful gesture.
He jerked, pulling his hand out from beneath hers. "Welcome."
By now she was pissed.
He didn't have to act as if she was infected with leprosy or something.
"That's actually why we're here." Dean had to admit, drawing her attention back to him. "We're trying to figure out why he protected you. Sam doesn't remember anything that he does when he's all canine, and the wolf only wants to hunt when he's free. So it doesn't make any sense that you weren't wolf chow."
She tilted her head to the side. "So you want me to tell you, in detail, what happened."
"Well," Chloe put her laptop away so that she could concentrate more on the brothers. "There's been a string of gruesome mutilations in the woods for the last couple of months, and the sheriff and her people are just happy to call it some animal terrorizing the woodland creatures, but then last month some campers disappeared. The sheriff said that since the campers were troublemakers they'd probably all run away, and left it at that. But then two weeks ago another set of campers went missing and one was found-or half of one was found." Chloe pulled a strand out of her hair. "I have been working on a theory that this isn't meteor related like most of the weirdness that happens in here, but I wanted to get a good look at the creature so that I could have some pictures as evidence."
"Wait," Dean frowned. "You went there as bait?"
"I was close to my car, I figured I could make it back on time if anything should appear." Chloe made a face. "I lost my video camera somewhere there, and it has a couple of good shots of that thing." She sighed. "Well, I went around, and I started to feel like I was being watched. That went on for like a half an hour before it finally showed itself and started to chase me. I realized that I'd strayed further away than planned, and it caught me before I could make it to my car. But then Sam here appeared out of nowhere and flung it away from me, standing between me and the thing, and it just turned tail and ran."
Dean looked at his brother, but Sam was stiff and looking down at the table intensely.
"Sam then...uh...he came towards me and growled every time I tried to escape." Chloe felt a little awkward, wondering just how truthful she should be. It was obvious that for some reason Sam just didn't like her, and she wondered how he'd take to the fact that he'd basically molested her the night before. He'd probably be disgusted or something.
A little dark voice sneered that if it had been Lana he wouldn't mind at all.
Pushing back that voice, Chloe took in a deep breath. "Well, he grabbed my leg and sniffed at the wound, and instead of biting a chunk out of it like I thought he would he started to lick it, cleaning the dirt and blood. And he kept sniffing it, as if there was a scent he could smell that he either wanted to get rid of or put there. It was confusing." She frowned, leaning forwards on the table, unknowingly giving the brothers a view of her cleavage. "And then he started sniffing up my leg."
Sam looked like he was uncomfortable in his own body, and it could have been her imagination, but she thought she'd seen his muscle spasm beneath the skin for a second.
Dean blinked. "Oh-kay."
"And then he, uh, sniffed my hip and then..." She closed her eyes in embarrassment before taking in a deep breath and opening her eyes once more. "He seemed to have found my stomach fascinating for some reason. He kept sniffing it and licking it and...nibbling on it."
Dean's eyes were wide and he looked like he didn't know whether to make a dirty joke or not.
Chloe licked her lips, unconsciously rubbing her thighs together as the heat returned at the memory.
Sam's lips parted, and he seemed to be breathing in something that had him going still as stone.
"That's basically it." She found her throat hoarse as she cleared it, refusing to look at either as she stood, grabbing her bag. "You came upon us when he'd started nibbling on my breastbone and you know the rest."
Sam's head lowered, his eyes closed tight, his fists clenched.
Dean stood as well. "Uh, thanks."
"No problem." She nodded, starting to move away. "Nice seeing you two again."
As the blonde escaped through the front door she paused to take in a deep breath, and then she hurried away.
"Dude!" Dean snapped at him as soon as she was out of the door. "What the hell is wrong with you? You were a total douche!"
Sam kept his eyes closed tightly, his body trembling slightly from his desperate fight for control.
Ever since they'd gotten close to that coffee shop the scent that'd been intoxicating him and driving him and his wolf insane since he'd woken up was so much stronger. And then he'd seen her through the plate glass front of the shop, and he'd had to fight his wolf from going up in there and throwing her over the table. He'd kept imagining, over and over again, pinning her to the wood and shoving up her skirt so he could take a deeper whiff of her, his mouth near salivating at the images of him nibbling up the inside of her thighs before reaching her warm, moist core.
When she'd placed her hand on his in such an innocent gesture he'd had to tear away from her because it'd almost been his undoing.
Her voice alone went straight to his cock.
Her touch-it'd nearly freed the wolf.
His muscles had spasmed, he'd had to close his eyes as to not look at her.
Of course, that made him concentrate more on her voice and that alone had had him hard and throbbing, his cock dripping with pre-cum.
And then she'd described what he'd done to her the night before, and instead of feeling ashamed and horrified for having basically molested her, he'd felt smug satisfaction.
He'd wanted to reach for her and drag her to the bathroom, to finish what he'd started.
And then...and then he'd smelt her arousal.
He'd nearly whimpered.
It'd hurt to restrain himself from just taking her on the floor in front of everyone.
His wolf...his wolf wanted this girl badly.
"Sammy?" Dean asked, voice worried. "Sammy what's wrong?"
Sam finally managed to get enough control over himself to open his eyes, staring into his brother's worried hazel.
"Dean." His voice was gravelly from his inner battle with the wolf. "Tonight in the woods, you better shackle me."
"What?" Dean whispered in horror.
"Do it." He snarled.
He didn't trust himself not to hunt the girl down in his wolf form and take her.