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Be Careful What You Wish For 1/5 
15th-Jan-2011 05:49 pm
chlam---pure smiles and being silly

Title: Be Careful What You Wish For
Pairings: Sam/Chloe, Dean/Carmen, John/Mary, Clark/Lana, Lois/Flavor of the Week
Sequel to: Beware Of The Merman
Series: Special Children Series
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Sam always wished that he'd met Chloe without superheroes, demons, or angels involved. He'd always wished that they could have a normal life together, with normal problems, and now a mysterious stranger is giving him just that. But what price is to be paid for having a normal life?
Written for my Paranormal25 150 Prompt Table. Prompt #113: Metachoric Experience.
Should be around four or five chapters long.

He groaned, trying to remember what had caused the major headache.

"Hey baby." Chloe's voice was soft, just like the touch to his head. "How's your head feeling? Any better?"

"It's killing me." Sam groaned, still trying to open his eyes. "Did I get knocked out by an angel or demon or something?"

Chloe chuckled. "You could call them that, I guess, depending on what day it is."

"Huh?" Sam frowned, which only made his head hurt more, as he finally opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was Chloe.

She was leaning over him, smiling tenderly at him as she softly caressed his hairline.

He smiled, heart overflowing at just having her with him once more.

He'd gone through hell those months she'd been gone, and now that he had her back again he didn't care how much chaos was in his life with Castiel and Ruby clashing all the friggin time, and Dean relishing trying to corrupt the angel. All that mattered to Sam now was that Chloe was by his side, where she should never have left, and that he was going to do things differently this time. He was waiting for everyone to settle down into their new life, new team, and then when Chloe wasn't so short tempered trying to make the new dynamics work, Sam and her would work on how their dynamic would change.

He was sick of just satisfying himself by having her at his side.

Their time apart had shown him that she was his everything, and he was going to cement their relationship.

He was going to finally take that next step.

He'd friggin kiss her on the lips and-.

Chloe leaned over him and pressed a kiss to his lips, stopping his mind with the first touch of her lips to his as she kissed him softly, slowly, before pulling away and smiling. "How's the pain now?"

He just looked up at her, shocked. "Pain?"

Her face broke out into a large grin and she shook her head, slipping from the sofa's edge and standing. "I knew it! You were milking it for what it's worth." She ran her fingers through her hair and laughed. "Get up you big baby. Dean is going to be here any minute, and you know I refuse to put up with him without a buffer." She shook her head and sighed. "How are you two related by blood?" Her lips quirked. "Goes to show genetics will always have some unsolved mysteries."

Smirking, Sam sat up, hand on his head, glad that the headache was going away.

But now that it was, Sam was noticing things.

Like the fact that he had no idea where the hell they were.

This wasn't their apartment.

Nor was it one of the seedy motels they stayed at while on the road.


This was a house.

A really nice house.

A really big and expensive looking house.

"Chloe?" He called uneasily, standing. "Where the hell are we?"

She looked up from where she'd been straightening some things on the mantle. "Will you stop it already? I know you don't like the new curtains and you don't think they make the place feels 'homey', but you're just going to have to get over it already. I bought those curtains, I like those curtains, and if you mention them once more time you're sleeping on the sofa buddy." She smirked. "And considering you're bigger than the sofa that will be one uncomfortable night."

Sam frowned, eyes on the blonde.

What the hell was she talking about?


What curtains?

Why were they talking about curtains?

Chloe smiled as she came towards him and paused, before looking around her and grinning, kicking a foot rest towards him and stepping on it before throwing her arms around his neck as she leaned into him. "Do you really not like the curtains?"

His hands went instinctively to her hips and he gulped as she pouted into his face. "N-no, they're fine."

He hadn't looked at the curtains once.

Didn't know what color they were.

Hadn't even realized there were curtains until this whole unrealistic conversation had started.

"Liar." She smiled into his face, pushing up on to the foot rest and giving a little jump as she curled her legs around his waist.

He stumbled, not having expected that, and they tumbled back onto the sofa, Chloe squealing with laughter as she ended up straddling him on the admittedly tiny sofa.

Before Sam could even let out of the 'oof' from the fall, Chloe's lips were on his, hungry, and although he had no clue what the hell was going on, Sam kissed back with all the fervor in the world. His hands dug deep in her hair, and when she began to rub against him through the layers of their clothes, he admitted to letting out an embarrassingly eager moan.

It'd been so long...and he'd wanted this so badly...

He was straining against his jeans in seconds, and before he could pull away and tell Chloe they needed to talk-that they needed to clear everything before anything else could happen, the blonde had snuck her hand between them and plopped open the buttons of his pants before lowering the zipper. Not breaking the kiss once, she swallowed his hiss of surprised as she freed his large, throbbing, begging member, before raising herself onto her knees. Chloe's kiss turned dirty as she reached down and pulled aside her own underwear before slowly lowering herself down onto him.

Sam cursed, hands going from her hair to the sofa, fingers digging deep into the fabric as inch by inch he was buried into her until they were joined at the hilt. Every instinct told him to buck, to take her, but he wanted to give her time to adjust, to-.

"Oh fuck." Chloe whispered into his mouth as she began to move above him, her hips thrusting, torturing him with her warm, embracing heat. "Oh god baby."

As she fucked herself on him, Sam's mind was going through a meltdown.

The sensations were screwing with any ability to think and rationalize he might have had previously.

All he knew was that he was hilt deep inside the woman he loved, he needed, and it was heaven.

He didn't care about the weirdness of the situation.

About the house he didn't know.

About curtains.

All he cared about was this, this moment, this feeling, this woman.

His fingers uncurled from where they'd been gripping the sofa. One hand went to the back of her head and he took the kiss deeper, finally letting his hunger out to play. The other arm wrapped around her waist and drew her down as he thrust his hips up, impaling her even more than before.

Chloe cried into his mouth, body arching, jutting her luscious yet unfortunately covered breasts into his face.

Through the thin, spaghetti strap shirt her nipples were visibly hard, betraying the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra.

He pushed harder up into her at the realization.

His hunger for her was insatiable, greedy, impatient.

Sam groaned, inhaling her sweet scent, before he buried his face into her chest, his mouth worshiping the curves of he breasts over the material of her shirt. The sounds she made inflamed him as she arched her back further, whimpering his name, and once his lips enclosed around a taunt nipple any sort of coherency from her disappeared completely. He worshipped her with his mouth and hands, paying homage to the dips and curves of her body, wanting to rip that shirt off but it'd mean he'd had to remove his hands from her skin and he wasn't prepared to do that juts yet.

"Sammy...Sammy...Sammy!" Chloe chanted his name as she rode him in rapid, hard strides, before closing her eyes tightly and crying as she came, her body spasming around his cock and nearly strangling him with the tightness.

Sam hissed, hands going to her hips as he continued to thrust deep inside of her while her body spasmed.

He closed his eyes, refusing to cum, refusing to end this.

So while his body begged him to follow suit he clenched his feet and refused to, bucking up harder, deeper, into her body.

Chloe panted, coming down slowly from her high, before a squeal escaped her when Sam wrapped and arm around her and in a fluid movement moved them from the sofa to the ridiculously soft mat on the floor.

With her lying sprawled on the floor, their bodies still joined, Sam finally tore that shirt away, revealing her heaving breasts to him for the first time.

He groaned, body so appreciating the view.

Chloe grinned up at him before crooking her finger to him.

Sam followed her down, mouth fusing with hers, groaning as her arms curled around his neck, drawing him in as she wrapped her legs around his.

Sam fucked into her tightness, calling himself a millions different words for fool for not having done this before now.

Only when he couldn't hold on any longer, did Sam let go, his thrusts erratic and desperate, and just seconds before he remembered the fact that he wasn't wearing any sort of protection, he buried himself as deeply in her as possible, and came. He snarled, body twitching as he kissed her, filling her up with his warmth and life.

And when it was over, he took in a deep breath, nearly collapsing over her, yet managing to keep most of his weight on his elbow as he leaned over her.

Beneath him, Chloe smiled, looking flushed and happy. "We made a baby then, I'm sure of it." She reached up and kissed him before smacking his naked ass. "Doesn't mean we shouldn't keep trying of course, just in case it didn't take."

Sam's eyes widened.


Chloe wanted to have his baby?

He hardened deep inside her of her.

He didn't understand anything of what was going on, but right now, buried inside her warmth, he really didn't fucking care.

"We could try again." He purred, bucking into her.

The doorbell rung.

Chloe groaned, and not in pleasure this time. "And that would be your brother."

"Sammy!" Dean could be heard yelling. "I know it's baby making season, but you're gonna squish her soon you know you giant sasquatch!"

"Can he see us?" Sam hissed, pushing up and quickly pulled off his shirt, handing it to Chloe. "Quick, put this on."

Chloe looked up at him and sniggered, amused. "He can't see us silly, he's been saying that every single time he comes over ever since we told everyone we were trying for a baby." Sitting up she pressed a kiss to his lips. "That hit on your head must have disoriented you a bit." Standing, she smiled, passing him back his shirt. "Put this on, buckle your pants, and go let in that barbarian while I change into something less torn." She turned, beginning to leave. "You owe me a shirt by the way."

Sam didn't answer, entranced by the view of his cum leaking down her inner thigh.

"SAM-MY!" Dean began knocking on the door, obviously giving up on the effectiveness of the doorbell. "C'mon man! The desperate housewives of Metropolis are all eyeing me right now! Cougars aren't my style! They're scaring me Sammy!"

Chloe snorted in amusement as she disappeared up the grand staircase.

Growling at the fact that he couldn't go up after her and find a decent bedroom to continue what they'd been doing seconds ago, Sam pulled the shirt back on and made himself decent before finally going to answer the door, and his brother.

"Gees, what a greeting." Dean sniggered, not at all intimidated by Sam's scowl as he edged around him into the house, loosening his tie. "Where's that tiny yet scary wife who has you by the balls?"

Sam was about to tell him that Chloe did not have him 'by the balls', when his eyes widened and he realized something.


"What, still referring to her as your 'sex kitten'? Making sure the 'luster of married life' doesn't erode the sexy-times?" Dean teased, going to sit on the sofa they'd been...using...moments ago. "Don't worry bro, if you haven't stopped acting like two sex-craved teenagers after five years of marriage, it just won't happen. It's a rule or something like that."

"Marriage?" Sam felt rooted on the spot, his gaze going to his wedding finger, finding a wedding band on it.

The brunet's eyes widened as he yanked the ring off to find a thin, lighter patch of skin underneath it, betraying the fact that he'd been wearing the ring for a while now.

Sam suddenly looked up, eyes narrowed. "Where's Cas, Ruby and Lois?" He then realized that Dean was wearing a suit. "What are you wearing?"

"I know I know, but Carmen bought it especially for me." Dean fingered his tie. "And I guess I can get used to it. You know. Even if I detest saxophones."

Sam leaned against the wall, utterly confused now. "Carmen?"

"Oh, she's coming by later, after her shift at the hospital." Dean replied, grinning. "I've been thinking about popping the question, you know? I mean, dad and mom, you and Chloe...you have the whole perfect marriage thing going on for you and I'm banking on the fact that it could be genetic or something. And Carmen's been living with me for two years now. We know each other's flaws and still put up with each other."

Sam found a seat and quickly sat down, his world shifting dramatically.

"And now that Mr. Addler gave me that raise, I'm one of the tops of Sandoval's and I can afford to give her the wedding she's always wanted. And a proper house, like this one. No more bachelor pad." Dean leaned back against the sofa, seeming very assured. "I know I tease you about it a lot, but I'd like to have something like this too." He leaned over and grabbed a picture frame from the side table, staring at it. "I remember thinking you were way too young to get hitched, not to mention her! But you two, you've really made it work. And I want that. What you two have." Dean suddenly looked around him. "I see you lost on the curtains issue. You're so pussy-whipped it's sad."

Sniggering, Dean put the picture frame back and only then did Sam realize that it was a picture of a wedding.

His and Chloe's.

And their family and friends were in it.

His parents were in it.

Only two people he could think of weren't.

"Where's Cas and Ruby?"

"Who?" Dean made a face. "Are they new friends of Chloe's or something?"

Sam leaned harder against the chair.

What was going on?
15th-Jan-2011 11:17 pm (UTC)
you have made my week with this!!!!!

I love this series!!!! Best part was Sam giving in even though he knew something was wrong! lol I can't blame him though lol.

I can't wait to see what happens, especially what happened to get him in this other world!!

great job
16th-Jan-2011 06:24 am (UTC)
So happy to hear that!
Sam knew to enjoy now, ask questions later LOL
16th-Jan-2011 12:12 am (UTC)
LMAO! Flavor of the week!

AWESOME start!
16th-Jan-2011 02:09 am (UTC)
Thanks :)
16th-Jan-2011 04:12 am (UTC)
i finally got caught up again on this vers and im loving it. PPMS
16th-Jan-2011 04:51 am (UTC)
Glad to hear that :)
16th-Jan-2011 06:18 am (UTC)
My head is spinning. That was so incredibly hot first of all. And second I swear I have no more loyalties or OTPs because of you. I thought for sure I was a chlean fan, but you write this and I read the rest of the series and all bets are off. I'm almost scared to read the rest of your stories in fear I'll never leave. I've been reading alot of chloe stories over the years and I've changed my mind about who've I thought best for her so many times. And I thought it was bad before, but ever since I started reading your stories I've been giving myself whiplash of who I want her with. Yesterday I was dying for more chloe/draco, now all I want is chlam!

-sighs- Can't wait for an update though, I'll be the one sitting in front of her laptop with whiplash pains. :)

16th-Jan-2011 06:22 am (UTC)
Somehow, I feel supremely guilty right now. But I also feel kinda proud. So I'm conflicted. Yep. lol. Though, I have to tell you, most of my stories are Chlam so if you're craving for that you'll find it here!!!!
16th-Jan-2011 09:36 pm (UTC)
Smokin' hot.

And as if Dean isn't as badly gone as Sam. He's wearing a suit for cryin' out loud. He calls them monkey suits and he's still wearing one. haha!

Cougars aren't my style! They're scaring me Sammy!

Loved that line, so Dean.
16th-Jan-2011 09:55 pm (UTC)
Dean is just as whipped with Carmen as Sam is with Chloe...and John with Mary :)
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