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
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.
Sam survived the rest of the night by not talking unless it was absolutely necessary.
True to his word, Dean's girlfriend Carmen had arrived later, and had been followed by Clark and Lana Kent, Lois and her 'flavor of the week' (as Chloe had laughingly referred to him) Josh, and then by John and Mary Winchester. Who were alive. And apparently busting Sam's nuts due to the fact that they didn't have grandchildren yet.
Everything was so real, the food, the people, everything.
It left him with two alternatives.
One was that he'd hit his head (as had been insinuated) and everything that he thought had happened had really been a terrible hallucination.
Two was that he was in an alternate universe, or dream state, or something.
Before Sam had met Chloe, Dean had had something like this happen to him because of a Djinn.
So Sam knew it was possible for these things to happen.
He just really wished there wasn't a Djinn involved.
Otherwise his body was strung up somewhere, with IV tubes in him sucking his body dry of its blood.
Shaking his head of those thoughts, Sam listened intently to the conversation going on at the table, learning that he was working at one of the biggest law firms in Metropolis, and Chloe worked with Clark in the Daily Planet. Lana was a housewife, who had two children for her doting and another on the way. Lois worked for the Inquisitor, John had his own garage, and Mary was a primary school teacher. Dean was one of the managers of Sandoval Iron &...something.
Apparently Sam and Chloe had been married for five years, had been together six, and had four dogs (which were outside in the yard since they were having company over). All four dogs were pound or shelter rescued, had no apparent breeding, and from the pictures that were all over the house-were extremely loved and spoiled.
"Dean!" Chloe threw her napkin at him.
He laughed at her. "But it's true!"
Carmen gave him a little pinch.
"Ouch!" He jerked away from her. "What was that for?"
Carmen raised an eyebrow. "Do you always have to pick on Chloe? Really?"
"She married Sam. Thus she's my little sister. Thus I can pick on her and annoy her as much as I want to." Dean rubbed his arm, which she'd pinched. "It's a family right."
"Well then, you and I mightn't be married but if your logic is correct then she's my little step sister and I'm going to protect her from you." Carmen replied.
"Et tu, Brutus?" Dean asked in mock betrayal.
Everyone at the table laughed as Carmen and Chloe leaned over to bump knuckles.
"Not the knuckle bump." Clark bemoaned. "What are you, grade schoolers?"
"He's just resentful that no one has ever knuckle bumped him before." Lana reassured everyone.
Sam smiled as everyone laughed once more.
Glass of wine in his hand, Sam gazed upon the gathering of friends and family.
"It's sad Justin and Laura couldn't make it." John announced, reaching for the potato salad.
"He probably would have wanted to boast again about how he introduced Sam to Chloe." Lois rolled her eyes, swallowing a bite of buttery roll. "It's annoying because he likes to play the big hero, but everyone knows that the reason he introduced Sam to Chloe in the first place is because Justin liked Laura, and Laura liked Sam, and Justin wanted to pawn Sam off to the first girl he could find so that Laura didn't have time to make a move on Gigantor over here."
And who was Justin?
Lana laughed before turning to Clark. "I remember that! Whitney was just starting college and was going by his second name, Brady, remember? His cousin Justin then asked him if he knew any nice, mature girl he could introduce his friend to."
Sam's eyes widened.
Whitney was Brady?
One of his best friends from college?
"Yeah, I remember." Clark smiled, nodding. "Chloe didn't want to meet Sam because she was still getting over Jimmy. Remember? Whitney had to beg her to go on the date with Sam."
Sam's eyes narrowed.
So even in this universe Chloe had been with Jimmy.
It really confused Sam.
Jimmy was geeky, insecure, and not that attractive.
He just couldn't understand what Chloe had ever seen in him.
Well, Sam could kinda get why Chloe had once had a crush on her best friend.
No matter how hard he tried, Sam just couldn't understand it.
"Why isn't Jimmy here?" Mary wanted to know.
"Problems with Kara." Clark sighed, shaking his head.
Sam wondered who Kara was.
"Again." Lana murmured, taking a sip of grape juice.
Clark sent her a look.
She ignored it.
The dinner continued with conversation about things or people or events Sam didn't know or remember, but instead of feeling uncomfortable or out of place, he was fascinated. This was what Sam had always dreamed about in a family. Whenever, as a kid, he'd imagined his perfect life...this was it.
He in awe of the fact that he apparently living it.
It almost made the hunter in him wary, but for now he was content to play this part.
Especially when Chloe smiled at him and placed her hand in his, her engagement ring and wedding band sparkling in the light the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.
The rest of the night was a dream, and when the others finally left, Sam offered to clear the table for Chloe.
His wife...his wife...smiled and thanked him with a kiss, going upstairs to change into something more comfortable. By the time he'd been washing dishes, she'd returned wearing a t-shirt and shorts, face scrubbed clean of makeup and yet still managing to look beautiful.
"I'm going to let in the kids so they can feast on the leftovers." She smiled going outside through the kitchen door.
A light turned on outside and Sam smiled as he saw four mutts bounding towards her, barking and wagging their tails furiously, each vying for her attention and love, slobbering over her.
Chloe laughed and rubbed them all.
Sam stopped washing and just looked at her, smiling.
If this was a dream...
"No, it's not a dream."
Turning at the voice behind him, the plate slipped from Sam's hands and crashed on the floor as he came face to face with a stranger. "Who are you?"
"Isn't this what you've always wondered about?" The male asked, leaning against the pantry's sliding door. "Haven't you always wondered what life would have been like if you had met Chloe and neither of you had ever had any superheroes or demons and angels to worry about? If you'd both had normal lives? No superhero best friend who's secret she had to keep or kept putting her in danger? No demon blood being forced down your throat? No angels for either of you to contend with? Only normal problems?"
He had wondered that.
"How did you know that?" Sam asked, eyes narrowed, hand subtly going to the sink behind him and gripping a knife.
"I know a lot of things." The stranger replied evenly, looking at his nails. "You should be asking why I'm doing this."
"You're doing this?" Sam didn't know whether he felt relieved now that he knew this was an illusion...or gut-wrenching disappointment.
"I thought it would have been obvious." The person replied, head tilting. "And since you're not asking, I'll come out and say why. Because I'm giving you a choice, Sam Winchester."
Sam eyed this person warily, clasping the knife behind his back. "What choice?"
"You can choose between the world you're living in now...or the one you grew up in." The man declared.
Sam's eyes widened. "What?"
"You can choose to stay here and this will be what your future is...or you can return to the one you already know, where you're both tainted." The man replied.
"Why would you do this?" Sam growled, distrusting. "What do you get out of this?"
"I'll be seeing you soon." The man just smiled at him...and then vanished.
Sam's eyes widened, and he dropped the knife back into the sink.
What had just happened?
Who was that guy?
Could he really make it so that this was Sam's real life?
And at what cost?
The door opened and Chloe stumbled inside, laughing, surrounded by the dogs, who upon seeing Sam, bounded towards him, barking happily.
"They really hate being forced to stay in the yard." Chloe laughed, locking the door behind her, pulling a strand of hair out of her face. "They act as if they haven't seen us in years."
Sam smiled, bending down to greet the dogs, who licked his face and hands and all vied for his attention.
"Thanks for cleaning everything for me." Chloe smiled at him, dumping the rest of the food into the dogs' plate, causing the creatures to abandon Sam and get reacquainted with their bowls.
"Anytime." Sam smiled, standing once more.
And he meant it.
This is what he always wanted.
Always thought he could never have.
"If you weren't full of dog saliva right now, I'd kiss you." Chloe winked, maneuvering around the pile of dogs and running her hand up and down his chest. "As a thanks though, once you get bathed and in bed, I'll do all the work and you'll just have to lay there."
Sam smirked. "We'll see about that."
Shaking her head, Chloe blushed slightly. "I'm going to go bathe. The dogs have me completely dirty."
As she passed him, Sam gave into something he'd been dying to do a very long time now, and slapped her ass.
Giving a little squeak, Chloe turned to him and shook her head, chuckling. "Save that for the bedroom!"
"Yes ma'am." He chuckled, biting his bottom lip as she sauntered away.
"I think I might have to bring out the handcuffs tonight." The blonde mumbled to herself.
If Sam had been holding something it would have fallen and broken right about then.
To say he hurried to finish cleaning up, and find their bedroom, was an understatement.