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.
"Give up Winchester, you have no hope. Admit it. Call uncle. Beg." Lois Lane sniggered evilly over her cards.
"I think I'm going to call your bluff." Sam grinned, thrusting a couple of chips towards the middle of the table.
John, Dean, and Lois' newest flavor, Craig, were also present at the table, eyes intent on their cards as they played poker.
Lois, despite being the only girl, was usually a force to be reckoned with, and the men found her a formidable partner. According to Chloe, poker night had just been John, Dean and Sam's thing, but then Lois had found out and had insisted on being allowed to participate. The Winchester men had apparently been reluctant, not believing she was in their league. She'd promptly gone on to clean them all out. After that Lois was given the respect she deserved and had become a permanent fixture for poker nights.
"So, Chloe told me she's been getting more hate mail than usual." Lois murmured.
Sam looked up at that.
"I mean, its to be expected, what with her attacking and exposing all the baddies of Metropolis, but I don't know how she handles the fallout." The brunette shook her head.
"Chlo's a tough girl." John replied loyally of his daughter-in-law. "And she knows not to take anything those idiots say personally. They're just lashing out."
"I asked Greg to look into them though." Dean pursed his lips, sending Sam a look. "Don't get pissed, okay? I know you told me to leave it alone, that it's nothing big, but I still don't feel comfortable with the fact that she's being targeted and harassed by these assholes."
Sam's eyes narrowed further.
He'd told Dean to leave it alone?
God, he really was 'meek' and non-confrontational in this reality, wasn't he?
Had growing up in a peaceful family, with no conflicts or hardships to shape his character, made him this bland, pushover?
Something broke upstairs.
Sam frowned and was on his feet immediately, going to the doorway and looking up towards the grand staircase. "Baby?"
The hunter in him was on high alert as he left the others and raced upstairs, taking two steps at a time as he made his way towards the room, throwing the door open and ready to kick the ass of whatever-.
Chloe was sitting on the bed, an odd, unreadable expression on her face.
"Honey?" Sam frowned.
She looked up at him, eyes filled with tears, wet streaks on her cheeks betraying that many more had fallen before he'd made it upstairs.
"What's wrong?" His heart in his throat, Sam rushed into the room and knelt down next to her, hands spanning her body quickly, clinically, making sure that she wasn't hurt.
Chloe didn't say anything, only looked at him as if in a state of shock.
"Baby what's wrong?" Sam was beginning to feel frantic, cupping her face and brushing at her tears with his thumbs. "Speak to me Chlo."
She was shaking.
Sam drew her into his arms, embracing, holding her tightly, feeling the way her heart raced frantically against his chest. "Baby please." He begged, beginning to become terrified. "Tell me what's wrong."
Chloe slowly pulled away and lifted her hand to reveal a white plastic tube looking thing.
Frowning, confused, Sam took it from her and really looked at it.
His eyes widened as suddenly he realized what he was holding in his hands.
It was a pregnancy test.
The brunet looked up at Chloe to the pink plus sign on the test, and then back up at her, his heart racing just as frantically as hers had been moments before. "What does the plus sign mean?"
She just looked at him, before her face broke out into the most beautiful smile as tears began to fall freely. "You're going to be a daddy."
Sam was frozen solid, unable to even blink as he registered what she was telling him.
He was going to be a father.
He-there was a baby growing in Chloe-the fruit of their love.
Smiling, feeling his eyes prickle with tears as well, Sam surged forwards and engulfed her, hugging her tightly. "I'm going to be a father."
"You're going to be a father." Chloe chuckled through her tears, hugging him tightly as well.
"He's going to be a father?" Dean squeaked from behind them.
Sam and Chloe turned towards the door, seeing that Lois, John, and Dean had snuck up sometime after Sam.
"He's going to be a father." Lois blinked, a smile growing on her lips.
"Screw that!" John Winchester stormed into the room, hugging both his son and daughter-in-law. "I'm going to be a grandfather!" He kissed Chloe's cheek and ruffled his son's hair, before pulling away and grabbed his cellular. "I've gotta tell Mary!"
Lois was already on her phone. "This is going on my facebook!"
Dean smiled at them. "Good job, Sam. You knocked her up good." He turned to Chloe and grinned. "No escaping this family now. Sorry."
No need to say, poker night ended, and Dean, John and Lois left early so that Sam and Chloe could be together.
The dogs were put to sleep in one of the other rooms for the night, and the couple called it an early night.
They lay together in bed, Sam resting on his side, pressing soft kisses to her still very flat stomach. "I can't wait till you're showing."
"I don't look forwards to being fat." And yet Chloe was smiling brightly as she caressed his hair. "I can't believe this is finally happening...that somewhere in me a part of you in growing."
Sam pressed a harder, longer kiss to her navel at that.
She smiled, closing her eyes and yawning. "It could be be a boy for your dad to teach baseball to. Or a little girl for your mother to dress up in bows and ribbons."
"Could be twins." Sam grinned. "Or triplets."
"Hush." Chloe gave a bark of laughter, giving his shoulder a little slap. "I'd hope that for our first we could learn with only one! Next time, twins would be nice though."
Sam's heart was swelling with pride and joy, imagining his family grow and grow.
By now he was imagining them have as many children as they had dogs.
They fell asleep talking about baby names and plans for the nursery, and Sam really hadn't wanted to go to work the next day, but Chloe had laughed and kicked him out of bed. Sam had to admit, that before lunchtime almost everyone in his building knew about the news. He'd been unable to keep it to himself, stopping by everyone he passed and telling them he was going to be a father. Thankfully, most people seemed to know him and were genuinely happy for him, although that delivery guy had given him a freaked out look when he'd blurted his news to him.
Sam didn't care.
He was walking on sunshine and needed the whole world to know.
His mother had called him asking him to bring Chloe over for a special dinner at her house to celebrate the big news.
He'd called Chloe to let her know, and she'd seemed distracted while talking to him, but had agreed that it would be fun, and to let Mary know they'd bring the wine.
Sam had worked and then they'd gone home to bathe and change clothes before heading out.
While his mood was ecstatic, Sam noticed that Chloe was quiet, just looking out of the window of the car.
Frowning, Sam took the right as they headed towards the liquor store to buy the wine (although Chloe wouldn't be having any for obvious reasons) and he sent his wife a questioning glance. "Is everything okay?"
"Hmmm?" She murmured, obviously not listening to him, instead gazing out at nothing.
Sam frowned as they pulled into the parking lot. "Is there something that's bothering you?"
Chloe's phone buzzed with an oncoming message.
Sam noticed that she wasn't interested in checking it. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Chloe turned to him with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "My mind's just on work."
"This wouldn't have anything to do with Lex Luthor, would it?" Sam's eyes narrowed as he parked the car. "He didn't stop by the Daily Planet again, did he?"
"Can we talk about this later?" Chloe asked, reaching for the door handle.
Sam pressed down on the automatic lock, locking her in. "No. I think we should talk about it now."
Chloe frowned and looked at him. "What is up with you lately? You usually don't care about what Lex Luthor does."
"When he's sniffing around my wife then yes, I care." Sam replied tersely.
"Since when?" She snapped, surprising him with the look of resentment that crossed her features. "Since when have you cared so much about what I do as long as everything's perfect at home and it doesn't interfere with your job?"
Sam felt as if he'd been slapped in the face.
Chloe closed her eyes. "Let's just leave this for now, go to your mom's, and have a good night, okay?"
"How do you expect me to have a good night like this?" Sam asked, unable to understand anything. "We're obviously having some sort of a fight."
"How many times have we had fights but then played the happy couple for your family and mine?" Chloe rolled her eyes, irritation in her voice. "This wouldn't be the first time and it definitely won't be the last."
Sam just couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but look at her.
This was a completely different Chloe than the one who'd been with him these last two weeks.
There hadn't been any fights, arguments...nothing...in that time.
He'd basically convinced himself they had the perfect marriage.
"And now I feel so bad because these last two weeks have been incredibly perfect and I've gone and ruined whatever it was." Chloe looked close to tears as she leaned her forehead against the cold glass. "I'm sorry. Okay? Forget everything I've said and blame it on pregnancy hormones."
He wasn't going to do any forgetting.
They obviously had problems.
"Baby..." Sam reached out and placed his hand on her thigh. "I'm sorry if I've-done something-to make you unhappy."
"Please, let's just forget this and get the wine." Chloe pleaded, wiping at her eyes.
"No." Sam refused to just let this go. "I need you to know that I have your back and you can depend on me to be there for you whenever you need me."
"Since when?" Chloe nearly screamed at him.
Sam was frozen solid by her reaction.
"I admit that these two last weeks have been amazing-but how much longer until you become the real you, Sam?" Chloe unbuckled and turned to look at him, stabbing at her tears. "The one who cares so much about his work that he won't ever risk it no matter what?" Her eyes were narrowed. "I can understand why you didn't-didn't do more than you did when Lex-I can understand it mentally, but my heart doesn't understand it! You promised to love and protect me! And you didn't! Not really! You didn't even tell anyone what happened that night! I had to keep it quiet because you said that Lex would damage our careers if we told anyone, especially Clark!"
Sam's eyes widened in horror.
"And I understand your love of your job, I love mine as well, but I haven't been able to depend on you ever!" Chloe snapped, taking in a deep breath. "When I told you about those threats I was getting you didn't pay attention to it because your company was downsizing and you needed to put all your efforts into keeping your job! I've been stalked, twice! And you don't even know!"
Sam couldn't move.
"And sure, I know that I'm going to attract all of this because I print the truth no matter who it pisses off, but I'd like to know that when I come home I can rely on you!"
"You can." Sam's voice choked.
"I was attacked today." Chloe whispered.
And Sam's world shattered. "What?"
"It was the underground parking lot. Someone was waiting for me, had me at knifepoint. I thought I was going to die." Chloe's anger melted into deep-pitted tiredness. "It was one of the drug lords of Metropolis that I'd written about, using information by a source. He wanted to know who my source was, but I wasn't going to tell him."
Cold fury was growing deep inside Sam.
"If it wasn't for the fact that Lex had come by to inform me that LuthorCorp was going to be suing the Daily Planet for defamation of character and a bunch of other things...I'd be dead." Chloe whispered, closing her eyes. "Lex saved my life, and he got stabbed for it. Thankfully it wasn't anything serious, but it could have been."
"Why didn't you call me when this happened?" Sam whispered, voice choked, terror filling him as he realized just how close he'd come to not only losing Chloe, but their child.
"That's the thing, Sam." Chloe looked at him. "It never crossed my mind to."
That was a stab to the heart.
"It got me thinking, and I wanted to wait until after this dinner to talk to you, but apparently that's not going to happen." Chloe sighed, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear. "It's not just me anymore, Sam, it's this kid who's going to need you in their life as well. Our child who is going to need you to rely on."
"And that's all I want." Sam whispered, reaching for her hands and bringing them to his lips, kissing them. "I want you both to rely on me and know that I'm there...no matter what an asshole I might have been before."
"You're not an asshole, Sam. I'm not saying that." Chloe sighed, leaning her head against the headrest. "What I'm trying to say is...that...I think we need some time apart. I need some time apart."
Sam's world crumbled, in flames. "What? No!" He tightened his hold on her hands. "I'll change, everything's going to be different from hereon out."
She smiled sadly at him. "I've heard that before, Sam, and you try. I know you do. But after a couple of months you go back to the way you always were."
"No." Sam shook his head. "This time will be different."
"Why? Because I'm pregnant?" She scoffed.
"No. Because I'm different." Sam begged.
"Maybe...maybe I'm different, too." Chloe whispered, looking at him so sadly as she softly pulled her hands from his. "I realize that this is my fault, I should have-I should have done this before I became pregnant-but maybe if I didn't have to think about the better of someone else I never would have done this."
"Chloe..." Sam whispered, voice breaking.
"I'm sorry." The blonde whispered, reaching forwards to cup his cheek. "I really do love you, Sam. I do. But I keep doing this. I just can't."
"You won't! We'll work things out!"
"Not every couple works things out, Sam." Chloe sighed, pulling away. "I'm not saying we won't, maybe, in time, but I need that time away from you to think clearly about what I want to do with my life."
"I'm going to move in with my father." She looked at her handbag. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone the real reason why we're separating, you can tell them whatever they want."
"I don't fucking care what the others think!" Sam snapped, furious with himself, or his past self, or this version of himself. "Baby, all that matters to me is you. We can make this work. We can! You were made for me. I was destined to be only yours. Together, no matter what, we can fight this."
"No one's made for someone else Sam, that's not realistic." Chloe laughed, voice hoarse from her strain to keep from crying. "There are no such thing as soul mates or people who are meant to be together because they've been chosen by fate! That's fantasy, not reality!"
But it had been reality.
In his reality.
In his reality Chloe had been made just for him, and he'd been destined to hers and only hers.
No matter what they'd gone through, all the bad, Sam had always been comforted by that knowledge. It hit him in the gut to realize that those rules didn't apply in this reality.
"I'm sorry Sam." Chloe whispered, unlocking the door and slipping out into the night.
Sam leaned against the steering wheel, and cried.