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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.
Surprisingly enough, it'd been a peaceful full moon.
They'd stayed in Chloe's cellar, and the wolf had been content with just sniffing and licking her, lying down on an old cot and just having her near. He'd been soft and gentle and Chloe wondered if the Mating Fever she'd read about had subsided now that they'd cemented the Mating Bond, and now he wasn't in the frenzy he'd been in before. He didn't need to secure her as a mate anymore, so the wolf was just enjoying having his mate by his side.
She'd awoken the next day alone on the cot, her body feeling better, but her feelings surprisingly hurt and worried for having awoken alone. But then Sam had appeared at the doorway, a tray of eggs and toast and juice in his hands as he navigated the steep steps down, placing the tray on her lap.
The blonde hadn't understood him or why he was like this when he'd been forced into this situation, but she'd just smiled up at him, thanked him.
By the time she'd gotten ready she'd missed the bus, and had had no other choice but to accept a ride from Sam and Dean in the black 67 Chevy Impala Dean adored. It wasn't that she didn't want to be seen in the car, it was a beauty, but Chloe knew that arriving at school with those two in that car would bring her a lot of unwanted attention. Still, she had no other option but to accept the ride, and she found herself in the back of the Impala, listening to Metallica blasting from the front.
"Can't you change the music for once?" Sam snipped at his brother from the front passenger seat.
"What? And have you put on Taylor Swift or some crap like that?" Dean sneered.
"That was only once." Sam narrowed his eyes.
"Whatever makes you feel more manly in front of your girl." Dean taunted brotherly, banging on the wheel in time to the music score.
Chloe wanted to point out that technically she wasn't Sam's girl, she was the wolf's mate, but she felt that if she tried to explain the difference to Dean she'd end up frustrated and confused so she refrained.
"Is that-smoke?" Sam suddenly asked.
Dean pressed down on the brakes, bringing them to a screeching halt. "Someone call 911."
Chloe, knowing the street names and such in Smallville, whipped out her cellular and called 911 as she hurried out of the Impala and gazed down at the steep slope that the person in the bright pink Porsche had run down before finding themselves half-submerged in the lake beneath.
Dean and Sam were already over the broken railing and hurriedly making their way down the steep slope, nearly missing their footing a couple of times, but finally managed to make it to the lake as the car continued to submerge.
Finishing her call to 911, Chloe watched as they dove into the lake to try and access the front, which was completely submerged.
The blonde crawled over the railing and slowly slid her way down the slope, heart racing in her heart. They had yet to surface.
"Sam?" She called, slipping and sliding with a cry the last couple of feet, somehow managing to land on her feet by the trunk of the car the moment Dean surfaced, pulling Dawn Stiles out with him.
Sam surfaced before taking in a deep breath and going back under.
"Sam?" Chloe cried, taking a couple of steps towards the water, only getting out of the way as Dean dragged Dawn's body out of the water and onto the land.
"Do you know CPR?" Dean asked.
"Good. Do it." He snapped before racing back into the water.
Apparently someone else was trapped in the water.
Chloe looked towards the water before hurrying to Dawn's body and falling to her knees. She tried to remember what she'd learnt in health class and began, breathing in air into her lungs and pressing down on her chest over and over again.
Nothing was happening.
"Come on Dawn!" She snapped, pinching the girl's nose again. "Don't be such a difficult bitch in even this!"
Tearing the girl's choker from her neck in case that was somehow restricting the airflow, Chloe bent down to breathe in Dawn's mouth once more when suddenly, as their lips touched, the choker she still had in her hand glowed bright green, and then everything was black.
The police were never the Winchesters favorite people, but Sam and Dean gave their preferred alias, Sam and Dean Wesson-Smith, and they really hadn't had much to say, considering that they'd come upon the scene and hadn't seen it happen. They didn't know what had gone down, but apparently Dawn Stiles and her best friend Crystal must have been fighting, and they'd lost control of the car. Crystal's seatbelt had trapped her under water and she'd ultimately drowned before the brothers could get her out, and Dawn had died before they could resurface.
Sam was worried about Chloe.
She was...acting weird.
She was in shock, and that was understandable, but considering everything she'd assured them she'd been through he wouldn't have expected her to be so affected by this.
Then again, she probably hadn't been there as someone died, especially not someone she knew.
"How are you holding up?" He asked, leaning next to her against the Impala.
She looked up at him, eyes wide, before she looked away. "Fine."
His wolf was uneasy, probably with the need to protect and make her feel more at ease. "Did you know her well? I mean, I know she went to the same high school as you, but were you friends?"
"Us?" Chloe snorted, a sneer on her face. "Please, as if we ran in the same circles."
His eyes narrowed.
That wasn't the reaction he'd been expecting.
Chloe looked down at her nails, shaking her head, before she pushed away from the car. "Can we go now?"
Sam felt his wolf start to growl in displeasure.
Dean arrived by their side, shaking his head as he leaned against the Impala. "They were too young to die."
"Yes, they were." Chloe finally said something Sam would have expected from her. "They had hopes, dreams, ambitions." She began to nibble on her thumbnail. "Like winning the title of prom queen."
"They were in the running for prom queen?" Dean asked.
"Yes of course." Chloe sniffed, as if this should be obvious. "And..." she suddenly froze, eyes widening. "Me."
Dean raised an eyebrow. "You what?"
"I'm in the running to be prom queen too." Chloe whispered, as if just getting this. "I mean, it's the stupid alternate vote, but I'm still in the running."
Sam couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Two of your classmates just died. You can't seriously be thinking about being prom queen."
"You don't get it, do you?" Chloe turned on him, eyes narrowed. "The title of prom queen wasn't just some sparkle and glitter thing to Dawn, it was her life. Her mother and grandmother were both Prom Queens and this was a thing of honor for her." She poked at Sam. "I'm going to win this thing, and I'm going to be doing it for Dawn." She raised her chin, before grinning and turning her back on Sam to smile up at Dean. "You did your best to save her, you dragged her out of the water." She bit her bottom lip and smiled up at him, playing with his leather jacket. "How about you be my date?"
Sam's wolf snarled and Sam could barely keep control of himself, clenching his fists tightly, as she flirted with Dean.
Dean raised an eyebrow at her. "Uh, not that I don't appreciate the offer, but considering the fact that you're Sam's I think you two should be the ones to go. Plus, proms really aren't my thing."
"Sam?" Chloe frowned, looking at Dean in confusion before looking back at Sam with a raised eyebrow. "You wouldn't mind, right?"
Yeah he'd mind!
Sam opened his mouth to let her know just that.
"I knew you wouldn't." She flashed a smile at him before turning her back on him, obviously dismissing Sam, and smiling at Dean. "If you don't own a suit, get one handsome. Remember this isn't being done for us, but to honor those fallen here."
With that she pulled out her cellular from her pocket, sneered at it, shook her head, and walked away to make a call.
Dean frowned, shaking his head as he watched her go. "What the hell?"
"You are not going to the prom as her date." Sam snapped at his brother.
"Dude, I know." Dean answered, rolling his eyes, before returning his gaze to the girl. "Do you think she's in some sort of shock and this is how she's coping?"
"I don't know." Sam frowned, his wolf uneasy. "But whatever it is, I don't like it."
Dawn wasn't comfortable in this body.
It was bigger than hers, and she'd sacrificed a lot to be the temple of perfection she'd been.
Sighing, she looked in the fridge and wondered if Chloe Sullivan had wanted to be a fat pig.
The fridge was...urg.
Rolling her eyes, she closed the fridge door and instead opted for an apple on the counter as she went back to the large folder on the table, where she'd been keeping tabs on the prom committee. Since Chloe wasn't a part of the committee Dawn couldn't do much, and it irked the hell out of her since those on the committee were completely messing up HER PROM!
Why was she having to be punished because Chloe had no idea what real priorities were?
Why the hell was Chloe involved with the giant when his scrumptious brother was there?
Also, well, they were both kinda freaky.
Apparently they were into role play or something like that because they kept on talking about Sam being a werewolf and her being his mate-and they didn't get out of character one second. It was almost as if they really believed it, and Dawn was getting sick of playing around to satisfy their sick little kink.
Then again, if Dean wanted to get naked under the full moon and hunt her she might change her whole attitude towards the whole situation.
Hearing Chloe's phone ring, Dawn picked up the junky thing and sneered at the name in the caller I.D.
Her and that yummy guy, Clark Kent, had been wanting to come over and visit ever since the whole accident a couple of days ago, but she'd been putting them off. She saw them every day at school anyway, and she had to put up with them there, she didn't need to have them invading the tiny and completely beneath her home she was forced to put up with.
The prom would be in three days, after that she could try and sort out this whole body invading thing.
Until then though she had things she needed to do.
Like lose some weight to try and fit into something worthy of a Queen.
It was obvious that with her real body dead and gone, and with the rest of the competition, Chloe (despite being nothing compared to her) was the only choice for Queen.
She caressed her choker, the one Chloe had somehow managed to take from her neck.
The green stone in the middle of it was smooth and cool to her touch.
There was a knock on the door kitchen door.
Looking out the window, Dawn's eyes widened and she smiled, yanking down the front of her shirt.
If there was one thing this body had that wasn't too terrible, it was the breasts.
Taking in a deep breath and fluffing her hair, Dawn hurried to the door and opened it. "Dean come in."
He eyed her warily, nodding, as he entered. "Uh, Sammy dropped me off, he had to do something first."
"Great." She slammed the door closed behind him, grinning predatorily as she stalked towards him, hips swaying. "We haven't had any alone time, have we?"
He backed up into the island. "Um, Chloe-."
"Shhhhhh." She whispered, picking up his hand and bringing his fingers to her lips before licking up the digit, eyes never leaving him.
She never saw it coming.
The blonde gasped as Dean flung water from a flask into her face.
"O M G! What is your issue
?" She cried, wiping at Chloe's face with horror. "Do you know how long
it takes to make this face presentable you pig
? I have to spend hours in front of the fricken mirror and you just! Argh! That's it! I'm dumping you!"
"We're not together." Dean frowned. "And what the hell are you? The holy water didn't affect you."
"What am I? I'm peed off!" She snapped, bringing her knee up and hitting him where it hurt, causing him to cry out and collapse to the floor, groaning in pain. "I'm sick and tired of you and your stupid brother's stupid role playing games! Okay? I'm not exactly vanilla but this is way too freaky for me. I'm dumping you both!" She walked over him. "I'm going to get my nails done, and by the time I come back, you better have gotten your ass off of the floor, cleaned the tiles of your drool, and gotten the hell out."
Sniffing, head in the air, she grabbed her purse and phone and stepped out.
"Dean?" Sam frowned. "What's wrong with your voice?"
"Bitch bashed my babies." Dean wheezed. "But the holy water was a bust. Something's wrong with her, but it isn't demonic."
From where he'd been waiting in the back yard in case it was a demon possessing Chloe, Sam frowned and leaned against the fence. "It has to be connected with the accident, Dean. She was fine until then."
"Maybe a spirit is possessing her." Dean's voice was still weird.
"But wouldn't the holy water have had some affect on her?"
"I don't know." Dean groaned. "Maybe there's something anchoring the ghost to her?"
"Like what?" Sam snarled, his wolf and him furious at the thought of something living inside their mate and just taking over her like that. "Dean! Whatever it is we need to get it out of her, now."
"I know." His older brother moaned. "Sammy, I think it's time we call in the big guns."
Sam nodded. "You're right."
He hung up on Dean, and called Bobby.