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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.
It took Bobby two days to get to Smallville, which meant that they were toeing the line, since the prom was the next night. The older hunter couldn't sit down while listening to this, preferring to lean against the door and keep an eyebrow raised as he realized that Sam's wolf had mated with a high school girl (he was going to have to have a talk with that idgit later) and listened as they shared their theory that Chloe had been possessed by the spirit of some bitchy, pink-loving girl who'd died basically in her arms.
And to top everything out, they had confronted the ghost and pissed it off by ruining its makeup.
Bobby sighed, shaking his head. "If your daddy was here he'd kick your asses you idgits."
Sam frowned, sharing a confused look with his brother. "What are you talking about?"
"First of all, I'm sure you two have heard from this girl that things are different in Smallville." Bobby shook his head and s to finally sit down on the seat by the small table in the motel room. "You said she's a reporter and investigator of the weird, she must have told you about the meteor madness that plagues this town."
"You knew about that?" Dean blinked.
"Of course I did. Yer pa and I did a hunt some years ago, it was...unique." Bobby sighed. "We preferred to leave this alone since it wasn't demonic based, and truthfully, it was weird."
Dean and Sam exchanged looks before sitting down on their beds.
"Yes, it has supernatural aspects, like possession, but you don't treat it like a normal possession. 'Cause it ain't." He raised an eyebrow. "This has to do with meteor rocks. Obviously this girl must have been wearing something with meteor rocks, or she died in a place that had a lot of the friggin rocks."
Sam leaned forwards, eyes narrowed as he paid attention.
"Now, there's also the matter of the feline creature still in the woods, but we'll give Sammy's mate priority for now because his wolf won't concentrate on the hunt if its worrying about the girl."
"You think the wolf is bad?" Dean snorted in dark amusement, pointing his thumb in his brother's direction. "This one's been so depressing and annoying since this all stated. The wolf might have brought them together, but Sammy likes her just fine."
"Shut up." Sam snapped.
"See?" Dean grinned gleefully. "Bitchier than usual!"
Bobby sighed, wondering if the girl had gotten herself possessed so she wouldn't have to deal with them. "Get your heads into the hunt, boys. Has this girl been wearing something that has a green stone? Or maybe green lipstick? Or-."
"The choker." Sam looked up, eyes wide. "She's been wearing it nearly nonstop since she started acting this way. It has a green stone in it."
Bobby leaned back, confident in his knowledge and awesomeness.
"So what? We torch the necklace and the bitch goes to the great prom up yonder?" Dean asked, laying down on his side on the bed. "It's a bit more complicated than that, but that's the gist." Bobby nodded.
"Great." Dean stood. "Lets go steal us a choker."
Suddenly Sam went stiff, looked up, his eyes flashing from their normal color to crystal blue and back.
Bobby's eyes widened, tensing up as he recognized the animalistic, feral change that kept flashing on and off on the boy's face.
The wolf was fighting for control right now.
Sam stood, storming out of the motel.
"Something must be happening to Chloe." Dean stood rapidly, hurrying after his brother.
Wondering just how Sam could know this if it was what was really happening, if the Mate Bond worked that way, Bobby cursed and hurried after the boys.
"Excuse me?" Dawn called, looking around her at the forest, wondering why in the world she was here, ruining her heels. She couldn't exactly remember how she'd gotten here, but that really didn't register, her worry for her shoes taking priority. Honestly. Chloe had had nothing nice, so Dawn had gone out and bought some decent clothes and shoes, and would kill whoever was responsible for bringing her there.
The blonde looked around her, making a face.
She had cock she needed to suck to get her ex boyfriend (who really wasn't mourning her death by the way) to be her (or Chloe's) date to the prom, and while Dawn was already thinking of ways to ice that ungrateful son of a bitch she needed him so for now his life was being pardoned. There was no one else she felt was handsome enough to be on her arm at such an important event.
She was pissed.
If Dean hadn't been such a freak she wouldn't need to get her knees sore.
But no, Chloe Sullivan was one big freak and Dawn realized it only made sense that she hung out with freaks too.
A growl echoed around her.
Freezing, Dawn turned, eyes widening when she saw the large feline creature behind her, stalking towards her.
Suddenly there was a snap of fingers...and the creature disappeared into thin air.
"WTF?" She blinked.
"You know, as amusing as seeing the Winchesters throwing holy water at you was, and how entertaining it is seeing how desperate they are trying to get rid of you from that Vessel...you're very annoying." A voice announced, a male emerging from the shadows.
"And you..." Dawn hesitated a moment, jotting her chin out. "Need a makeover."
He sneered. "It's been fun, but you need to get out of that girl. Now."
"I-I don't know what you're-."
"Look, you're not Sam's mate, okay? And I know a thing or two about possessing someone's meatsuit." His eyes flashed gold, causing her to gasp. "I need you to get out now so he can have her back."
"I-I don't-I'm going to be prom queen." She stomped her foot, the heel digging into the soil, opening her mouth to say more when suddenly she was thrown back against a tree, inside of her in agony.
"You don't seem to get something." He stalked towards her calmly. "I've gone through a lot of trouble to get rid of Sam's distraction in his 'normal life' and make sure that he returned to hunting and was turned. When I found out where the mate was I made sure he was here on a full moon so that his wolf would find her because if he'd met her as a human he would have fought the attraction and left before the wolf could claim her." The yellow eyed freak leaned towards her, pulling a strand of hair out of her face. "And then you highjack her body." He slammed his fist right next to her head with the force to shake the tree, his smile enigmatic. "Do you know anything about werewolves, Dawnie?"
She was too terrified to speak, or even move.
Then again, she couldn't move a muscle anyway.
"A werewolf has basically no weakness other than silver, and that's only if you fill their heart with silver bullets while they're in their wolf forms." He explained calmly. "But once they find their mate, then that all changes. The mate is the werewolf's biggest strength-and biggest weakness. So its in my best interest to keep Sammy's girl as well cared for as possible until I have need of her, and so I won't let some spirit with unfulfilled desires to be prom queen taint his mate with some other male or anything else you might do. If he smells another male on her he will enter bloodlust, and not only might he hurt her, but he will follow the scent back to the male and make him pay for touching her. And Dean might be...forgiving...about his brother's wolfiness, but no hunter will let that slide. He'll have to hunt him, and I won't allow that."
Dawn could feel terror filling her, reading between the lines.
She was going to die...
He smiled serenely. "Goodbye."
And with that his eyes flashed once more.
Dawn threw her head back and screamed as the stone on her pendant exploded.
Chloe gasped as she sat up, looking around her, confused as she found herself in bed.
Blinking, she found herself dressed in the horrendously large t-shirt she'd stolen from Sam and had taken to sleeping in. The blonde ran her hand over her hair.
What exactly had she missed?
The last thing she remembered was trying to give mouth to mouth with CPR to Dawn Stiles and then nada.
Had she blacked out?
It would make sense.
Sam would have brought her back here and changed her into his shirt, not only would it very comfortable for her to sleep it, but it would help calm him and the wolf because she'd be covered in his scent.
A smile lifted her lips as she hugged herself, looking at her reflection and at how the shirt was so huge it seemed to devour her.
Sam was just so sweet.
Sitting back down, Chloe grabbed a fistful of the shirt and brought it to her nose, inhaling Sam's scent.
Apparently Sam wasn't the only one comforted by his scent on her.
The blonde laid down, hugging a pillow to her chest.
She didn't know if it was because he was her mate, but she'd started to care for him pretty rapidly.
Maybe it was the mate-bonds, maybe it was the tender way he looked at her and treated her.
Whatever it was, she was falling for him.
Suddenly the bedroom door was thrown open with so much force it hit the wall behind it and the handle left a dent.
Jumping, for a second she was scared, and then she saw Sam, and then she was worried when she noticed his expression.
"Sammy?" She sat up, the neck of her shirt sliding and exposing a shoulder. "Is something wrong? Is it the wolf? Dean?"
He just looked at her, his eyes a weird color, something in between the color of his normal eyes and those of his wolf's...and then they went normal and he let out a relieved, jagged breath. "Oh thank god." And then he was there on her bed, pulling her to him and kissing her with such an intensity that she was drowning in him, only able to reach up and bury her hands in his hair, holding on and arching up towards him as he lowered her to the bed.
His hunger was contagious, and she whimpered, parting her thighs, a jolt of heat racing through her as he settled himself between them.
Someone cleared his throat.
Chloe wanted to tell whoever it was to go the hell away, but instead she sighed and reluctantly pulled away from Sam, smiling with smug pleasure when he growled in displeasure against her lips.
Laughing, Chloe turned towards Dean, eyes widening when she saw another man standing there with him. "Uhm...hi."
He had an eyebrow raised before he nodded and lifted his trucker hat slightly. "So I'm guessing you're not possessed anymore."
"I was possessed?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, lowering herself back on the bed and snorting. "That explains the memory loss. It was Dawn, wasn't it?"
"You take the supernatural things that happen around you way too casually." Dean shook his head, leaning against the doorframe.
Chloe smiled at him. "It gets easier with each time." She sighed. "How long has she been in me and what did she do while there?" She raised her hand and pointed her finger warningly at Dean, who'd started to smile lecherously. "No lesbian jokes."
"But that was just asking-." He whined.
She raised an eyebrow at him.
He rolled his eyes, folding his arms over his chest. "Fine."
The still unnamed man looked between them and looked like he was trying his best not to chuckle.
Sam's hand tenderly brushing hair from her face brought her attention back to him. "You didn't get to much trouble."
"Please, she was so interested in using the fact that you're a nominee to make her dream of being Prom Queen a reality that she didn't do any damage other than to your wardrobe." Dean snorted. "She bought a lot of pink."
Chloe's eyes widened in horror, going pale, heart racing, stomach sick. "Prom Queen?"
Sam grinned widely, shaking his head and laughing at her. "Being possessed doesn't get much of a reaction from you, but tell you that you're nominated for prom queen and you get terrified."
"Prom Queen!" She cried, slapping at his chest in horror, unable to see how he could find this comical.
"Well, while I think we're all glad that Sam's girl isn't possessed anymore," the other man finally spoke up, voice gruff. "I think we should be wondering just exactly how that happened."
"That's true." Sam frowned, finally peeling himself from Chloe and sitting up, looking at her. "Do you remember anything?"
"No." She shook her head, sitting up as well, eyeing the older man. "I don't mean to be rude, but who are you?"
"Oh, uh, Chloe this is Bobby Singer. He's a hunter like us and a very close family friend." Sam introduced them, looking sheepishly embarrassed. "We couldn't figure out how to help you so we called him."
"Thank you for coming." She smiled, touched that he'd come to help a stranger.
Bobby nodded, clearing his throat gruffly.
"The choker's gone." Dean announced randomly, pointing towards her neck.
Chloe frowned, bringing her hand to her bare neck.
She didn't own any chokers.
Suddenly Sam frowned and began sniffing as he stood from the bed, going towards the window, growling.
"What is it boy?" Bobby asked. "What are you smelling?"
"I didn't notice it before because I was-distracted..." Sam growled, running his finger across the windowpane and holding it up for inspection as he turned towards them, his fingers covered in blackish powder. "Sulfur."
"Sulfur?" Chloe frowned, wondering what that mean and figuring that it wouldn't be good.
Sam slammed his clenched fist into the wall, indenting the wood. "He was here."
"That can't be." Dean whispered, eyes going to Chloe. "She's okay."
"Wait, what? Who was here?" Chloe scrambled to her feet, looking between them.
"Yellow Eyes?" Bobby asked, obviously knowing who they were talking about. "Why would he come here and not hurt her? Why take the ghost out of her?"
"Wait wait who says that that fucker was the one who took the bitch out of Chloe?" Dean snapped.
"Who else?" Bobby wanted to know.
"He killed mom and took dad's soul to hell!" Dean snapped. "Why would he help us Bobby? No! Chloe shook the bitch loose herself, okay?"
Chloe ignored them, worried about Sam, who had yet to move since he'd smashed his hand into the wall.
His eyes were flashing dangerously between wolf and human.
"Sammy?" She whispered, going slowly towards him before reaching up and placing her hand on his furiously beating heart.
Those eyes focused on her.
"I'm fine." She whispered, seeing the struggle of wolf and man so visible on his face. "I'm here." Seeing the fight intensify on those rapidly switching eyes, she kept her gaze locked with his until she pressed a soft kiss to his heart beak, unable to understand her need to calm him.
"What if she's possessed by one of his black eyed bitches?" Bobby was asking Dean.
Dean looked between them and then gave a small smile, shaking his head at Bobby. "Sam would sense it."
Sam leaned down, pressing his forehead to Chloe's, closing his eyes and just trying to calm himself down. "Can you guys...give us a moment?"
Dean smirked before turning to Bobby. "Come on, they've got cable."
And with that he led the man out of the room, and sent Sam a thumbs up before closing the door, humming as he left.
Chloe and Sam stayed close, Sam's hands tightly on her hips as she pressed soft, comforting kisses down his jaw.
"I was kinda useless." He admitted to her softly. "Holy water didn't phase her at all."
"It was meteor related." She comforted, not noticing as she unbuttoned his shirt slowly, kissing the skin as she exposed it. "You do it differently when it comes to meteor rocks."
"We're going to have to sit down and discuss this at length." He warned her, the hands at her hips bunching up her shirt as he slowly maneuvered her back until her legs hit the bed and she lowered herself to the mattress.
"Of course." She breathed, thighs parting in a near natural move.
Sam watched her intently.
She gazed up at him through her eyelashes, a bit embarrassed by her wanton behavior and yet feeling the arousal, and the need to feel him close, overwhelming her senses.
This...this would be the first time they...while he was human.
For all intents and purposes, to Sam this would be the first true time they were together, and Chloe couldn't help but feel a thrill of desire coiling inside of her as she wondered just how Sam and the wolf differed in bed.
Finally he pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes before unbuttoning his jeans, hesitating only a seconds before pushing them and his boxers down past his hips, and stepping out of them, hard.
She bit her bottom lip, unable to look away from his proud manhood, remembering how it'd felt buried so deep inside of her she hadn't been able to tell where she started and where he ended.
"I'll be gentle." He promised, obviously still worried about her body, as he lowered himself onto her, resting between her thighs.
Chloe's eyes fluttered closed as Sam captured her lips in a soft yet deep kiss, her arms raising to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.
He eased into her moist channel, causing her to cry out into his mouth and arch her back at the sensation.
She was still slightly sore, but it was nothing more than a little discomfort that was completely overwhelmed and numbed by the sensation of rightness that fell onto her as he filled her to the hilt.
Unlike the wolf, Sam's kiss, his touches, his movements were sweet and adoring, worshipping her slowly. He took time to memorize the feel of her beneath his calloused fingers, the scent of her skin, the taste of her lips.
While the wolf's passion and frenzy had driven her wild, Sam's adoration and tenderness filled her heart and brought tears to her eyes for no good reason.
She held him close, scared to let go.
"Are you sure he'd know if she was possessed by something else?" Bobby wanted to know.
Dean nodded. "He knew right away that something was wrong with her when Dawn had entered her."
Bobby looked up at the ceiling above them. "Still, we should do some tests, make sure."
"Like what?" Dean made a face. "We've already proven that when meteor rocks are involved, holy water and our usual tactics don't exactly work."
Bobby frowned. "How did she expel the ghost, Dean?"
Dean's face closed up as he looked away. "She did, okay Bobby?"
"I know this is hard for you, especially after what you found out about what your daddy did to save you, but Dean that demon did save your life. Who is to say that he didn't take the ghost out of her?"
"Bobby, he only saved me because he got something out of it-dad's soul and the Colt." Dean frowned, running his hand over his head. "What could he possibly gain by helping Chloe?"
"That is what we have to start asking ourselves." Bobby replied.
Dean looked at him, worried.