Summary: Chloe'd wanted to meet Sam's family, she just hadn't expected for his brother to break into their home, or to discover that Dean Winchester was Dorian's real father...and she ALSO hadn't expected to encounter a demon either.
Note: Takes place only hours after "Stanford'
The Halloween party had been nice, and they’d enjoyed themselves. They’d gotten to the party late… thanks to Sam of course… and they’d left early to pick up Dorian from his friend’s kiddie-party, and returned home to sleep.
It was Friday night, and they were planning on travelling tomorrow to Smallville and returning Sunday evening. Sam had an important job interview on Monday at a law firm as a junior lawyer, more like an interning than anything else, but this was an important step into the ‘real world’ and Sam had his heart set on getting the job.
Chloe had been sleeping peacefully when she’d felt Sam shake her awake.
“What?” She mumbled, sleeping, blindly batting at his hands. “Baby, it’s Saturday, no classes today. Just sleep.”
“Chlo, I think there’s someone in the house.” That awoke Chloe immediately and she sat up in bed, watching Sam as he got out of bed and put on his shoes, walking so silently she was impressed. “I want you to go to Dorian’s room and lock yourselves in there until I tell you to come out, okay?”
“Chloe, baby, please.”
Seeing the pleading in his face, Chloe nodded and just as quietly slipped out of the bedroom, hurrying softly down the hall to her son’s bedroom. Opening the door silently she stepped inside, watching as Sam exited the room with one of their lamps in hand like a bat, creeping down the stairs towards the faint sounds that could be heard.
Let him be okay.
She didn’t close the door, sending one look back at her son, who was sleeping in his Spiderman PJs. Hopefully this was all a false alarm and she wouldn't have to disturb whatever dream he was enjoying. The blonde looked back at the stairs, straining her ears to hear something, anything.
Suddenly there was a scuffle below.
“Hey!” Sam’s voice exclaimed, before a silence descended and then she heard him again, surprise mixed with shock evident in his voice. “Dean?!”
As in Sam’s brother, Dean?
“Mommy?” Dorian’s sleepy voice asked, causing her to turn to see him sitting up in bed, rubbing at his eyes sleepily. “What’s going on? What was that noise?”
“Sup lil’ bro?” A voice that sounded oddly familiar asked from below. “Miss me much?”
“Come baby.” Chloe went to the bed and picked up her son, balancing his weight on her hip, leaving the room and heading towards the stairs. “We’re going to meet your Uncle Dean.”
Now that she knew that there wasn’t any danger, the curiosity was killing her. This was Sam’s elder brother, if he was here it either meant he wanted to reconcile with Sam, or there was something wrong.
Either way, she wanted to meet the mysterious older brother.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Sam didn’t sound pleased at all.
Chloe frowned as they made it to the top of the stairs. Why couldn’t Sam just admit that he was happy his brother had made the first step to reconciliation? Men and their pride!
She could see their shadowed figures at the bottom of the stairs, glaring at each other.
Sam was tall and stiff, while his brother was shorter, with shorter cut hair and a stance that was so familiar it bugged her.
And then suddenly the light of the moon lit his face, and Chloe froze in horror on the stairs, gasping.
“I came to--.” He must have heard her gasp, because Sam’s brother turned towards the stairs and looked up, his eyes widening and shock visible on every feature of his face.
It can’t be! Chloe screamed inside of her as her eyes connected with ‘Dorian Grey’s’… or… better said… with Dean Winchester’s.
No… this can’t be happening… he CAN’T be Sammy’s brother!
“Chloe.” Sam looked up at her, and while she couldn’t tear her eyes from Dean’s face, she could hear the worry in her fiancé’s voice. “It’s okay; he’s my brother, Dean.” He then paused. “Dean, this is my girlfriend, Chloe, and our son, Dorian.”
At that Dean’s head jerked so quickly in Sam’s direction that he should've gotten whiplash. He looked back up at Chloe and Dorian, his hazel eyes scanning a five-year-old boy with sandy-colored hair, hazel eyes a little greener than his own, and his every feature.
And then, finally, his gaze went to his necklace wrapped around the young boy’s throat protectively.
“Dorian?” Dean whispered, looking up at Chloe once more, looking confused and hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You only left half of your number,” she whispered, holding her son tighter to her racing heart.
“No.” They both turned to look at Sam as sudden understanding showed on his face. “No.”
“Sammy--.” Chloe could feel his pain and shock, and hated herself for making him feel that.
Without warning, Sam turned and punched Dean square in the jaw.
“What the hell?” Dean snapped, staggering back, holding his jaw.
“Sam!” Chloe called out as she placed a hand over Dorian’s wide-eyes to shield him from the sight of violence. “Not in front of Dor!”
That caused Sam to freeze and close his eyes, taking in a deep breath before nodding. “You’re right, Chlo, I’m sorry.”
“Mommy?” Dorian asked, pulling her hands from his face and turning to look at her with wide eyes, all sleep completely gone from his handsome little face. “Why did daddy just hit uncle Dean?”
Chloe closed her eyes. Not only was her life messed up, but she’d gone and messed up her son’s as well! How could she explain to a precocious five-year-old that his ‘daddy’ was actually his uncle and that his ‘uncle’ was actually his daddy? It was confusing enough for her!
“Sorry about that, champ.” Sam’s voice drew closer, the sound of someone coming up the stairs and sudden heat in front of her proved that he’d joined them. “I just got a little carried away by my emotions, but I shouldn’t have done that.”
Dorian leaned forwards in Chloe’s arms, towards Sam, showing in his own way that he wanted his daddy to hold him.
Chloe passed the boy into Sam’s eager arms, still unable to look at the man in front of her. She was so ashamed, so, so shocked. What in the world did the gods have against her that they allowed things like this to continue to happen to her?
She opened her eyes in surprise when she felt soft lips against hers, and before she could even reciprocate Sam had pulled back, given her an apologetic lopsided smile, before turning back to look at Dean, who was still below and had been silent the whole while, looking at them with confusion and some emotion Chloe couldn’t make out in the shadows.
“Will someone explain to me what the hell is going on?” Dean finally broke the uncomfortable silence.
“We don’t curse in front of Dorian,” Sam said sharply, before sighing and calming, holding the boy as if his presence alone would calm his anger and keep him in control. “Go sit in the living room, we’re going to put Dor back to bed and then we’ll all have a nice long conversation.”
For a moment Dean looked like he was going to argue, and then he turned and stormed towards the living room.
Chloe turned and followed Sam up the stairs to Dorian’s room, standing in the doorway as he placed the small boy back in his bed and pulled up his sheets over him before sitting down on the edge of the bed.
“Hey champ,” he smiled at Dorian, messing his sandy-blonde hair affectionately. “Tonight’s been, uh, different, huh?”
The young boy nodded, looking excited. “Daddy, that was just so cool! Can you teach me how to fight?”
Chloe groaned and slapped her hand to her forehead.
Sam looked back at her sheepishly before turning back to the little boy. “Maybe when you’re older, champ, but not right now. And I want you to know that I was wrong for hitting my brother like that.”
Dorian looked up at Sam doubtfully. He’d taken to hero-worshipping the brunet who’d become his father and rarely thought that Sam was mortal enough to commit a mistake.
“I was.” Sam pressed, seeing the look on the boy’s face. “You should never let your anger lead you to become violent. It’s not right. You got that?”
“Yes daddy.” Dorian nodded dutifully, before yawning and sliding down further into the sheets so that he was now lying down. “Do you think Uncle Dean is going to be here tomorrow when I wake up? Mommy said we were going to meet him, but--.”
“Oh, you’ll meet him, there’s no doubt about that.” Sam snorted before leaning forwards and giving the boy a kiss on his forehead. “Now go to bed, alright?”
“Yes daddy.” Dorian turned his gaze on Chloe. “Night mommy.”
She blew him a kiss. “Night honey. Sleep with the angels.”
Dorian grinned and nodded.
Sam passed Chloe in the doorway and turned, gaze on their son as he placed a hand on her shoulder. “You going to be okay, champ? That monster in the closet not bothering you anymore is it?”
“No daddy.” Dorian yawned, eyes closing. “You frightened him away.”
Chloe grinned and peered behind her at Sam before she reached for the light switch and left the room dark, closing the door behind them as they left.
Sam paused at the top of the stairs and turned to her. “Chloe—I’m sorry.”
She eyed him in confusion. “I don’t know what you have to be sorry for. I’m the one who should be apologizing.”
“No, you shouldn’t.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and looked deep into her face. “I’m not mad at you, I’m not even mad at Dean, I’m just--pissed that I didn’t make the connection sooner. And,” the brunette sighed, staring at the door to Dorian’s room. “I’m pissed he’s Dor’s father and I’m not.”
“Sam.” She cupped his face tenderly, making him look at her again. “You are Dor’s father. Dean might've made him, but you’re the one who Dor worships. You’re the only father he knows. He loves you.”
“But what if that changes when he realizes that he has his real dad?”
Chloe sighed and brought his face down, pressing soft kisses to his lips as he hugged her to him.
“I don’t want to lose you two.”
“You won’t,” she promised between kisses. “You’ll never lose us.”
They were like that for a while until Sam sighed and finally pulled away. “I guess we can’t ignore him for much longer, huh?”
Chloe linked her hands in Sam’s and nodded. “We’ll do this together.”
His only answer was to squeeze her hand.
They sat silently in the living room, Chloe and Sam on the loveseat, and Dean shifting uncomfortably on the sofa. Chloe looked from one brother to the other, seeing the way they wouldn’t look at each other, realizing that neither was going to start this conversation despite the fact that they had a lot to say.
Apparently she would have to begin this. “Okay, Dean and I met in a dingy little bar somewhere while I was hiding from Lionel, we went back to my motel room, did what everyone here knows we did, and then he left because your father needed him. He left me a note with half of his phone number and his necklace with the protective symbols.”
“Which you afterwards gave to Dorian.” Dean finally spoke. “Dorian. After all that lecturing you gave me about choosing that name you went and named our son it anyway?”
At the words ‘our son’, Sam went tense all over.
Chloe squeezed his hand, knowing this was difficult for him. “Well, I wasn’t going to name him Bob, and I wanted to give him a bit of you.”
Dean paused and looked at her oddly. “Well, if you’d called me he could've had more of his father than a fake name and a protective necklace.” His anger was in his voice. “Dammit Lola, he and I both deserved better than that!”
“Her name is Chloe.” Sam snapped.
Chloe wasn’t doing too well keeping her temper either. “What part of you only left me half of your phone number didn’t you get, Winchester?”
“I pressed the pen so hard into the paper you could see the indentures of the remaining numbers on it!” Dean snapped, jumping to his feet and running his hands through his hair, obviously trying to calm himself… or to keep from choking her. “If you’d just softly ran a pencil over the paper you would've seen the rest of the numbers and then--.”
“Well, I’m sorry if I’m not some MacGyver who thinks about those sorts of things!” Chloe jumped to her feet as well, eyes narrowed as she glared at Dean. “And I was on the run! A very important man wanted me dead at the time, so sorry if finding you wasn’t my first priority when I found out I was pregnant!”
The stress and pain from the memories caused tears to come to her eyes. “I was terrified, okay? I was seventeen years old, pregnant for some stranger I was sure I’d never see again, and on top of all of that I running for my life! I was almost killed while pregnant with Dor—if it hadn’t been for some friends rescuing me…”
Horror tampered down the anger on Dean’s face. “I—I didn’t know.”
“I know.” Chloe whispered, all anger gone, leaving her weak and tired. She collapsed back on the sofa next to Sam, leaning her head against his shoulder, smiling softly to herself when he wrapped his arm around her protectively.
“How--,” Dean cleared his throat and sat back down. “How did you two meet?”
“Stanford.” They both said at the same time.
Sam squeezed her a little tighter. “I noticed her the first time I went to the library… she totally ignored me. But I got some courage to talk to her and ask her out, and after getting rejected once or twice she finally told me about Dorian… and things progressed from there.”
“We’re getting married,” Chloe whispered, raising her ring-hand slightly so that Dean could see the proud diamond.
He looked at it and something twisted in his expression for a second before he pushed it back. “This is so messed up it isn’t funny.” Sighing, he took in a deep breath before looking at them. “So, does Dorian know that Sammy’s not his father? Because I—I—he called him daddy.”
“He knows I’m not his father.” Sam spoke levelly. “But I love him as much as if he were my own flesh and blood.”
“He is.” Dean announced shortly. “He’s your nephew.”
Sam shot up.
Dean did as well.
“Guys!” Chloe snapped as she got up and stood in between them, palms pressed against their chests to keep them back. “We’re adults here, okay? So despite how awkward this situation is, we’re going to deal with it like adults.”
“I want to know him.”
Chloe turned to Dean. “Dean, Sam and I would never keep you from knowing Dorian, he’s your son. But we want you to understand that he’s also Sam’s, and we want you to respect Sam’s position in his life.”
Feeling his muscles rippling under her touch, Chloe quickly pulled her hand from his chest. And in mine.
Clearing her throat, she stood by Sam’s side. “Well, Dean, you didn’t come here just to see the inside of the house, so why are you here?”
He gave her a lopsided grin. “Can’t a brother visit another for fun?”
She raised an eyebrow at him. “Want to try that again but this time with the truth?”
“I, uh,” Dean paused, looking at Sam. “It’s private, about the, uh, family business.”
“Chloe knows we’re Hunters.” Sam’s arm went around Chloe’s shoulder, drawing her to him. “Dean, just spit it out.”
“She knows?!” Dean frowned at the expression both gave him and then rubbed the back of his head. “Okay, okay. Look, dad’s missing and I need your help to find him.”
Sam stared long and hard at his brother, tensing at the revelation. “He always goes missing after hunting trips. Why is this so different?”
“Because he always calls.” Dean answered looking agitated, worried. “And it’s been several weeks and he has yet to call me.”
“And you just expect me to leave everything in my life hanging to just escape into the night with you to go chasing after him?” Sam snapped. “Forget about it.”
“Sam.” Chloe turned to him. “Your father could be in danger. You should go.”
“No.” He shook his head. “We have plans for this weekend, and I have to be here Monday, you know that. They just can’t ignore me for two years and then just break into my house and demand things from me.”
“We’ll reschedule the trip to Smallville.” Chloe pushed. “You go with Dean, you two need to talk anyway. If you need any help researching, just give me a call, you know I’m good for it. Dorian and I will be here and you’ll get back here in time for your interview--“ she turned to Dean. “Right?”
“Right.” Dean nodded.
Sam ignored his brother. “Chlo, I can’t leave you and Dor here by yourselves! What if--.”
“Nothing is going to happen!” Chloe pressed a kiss to his lips. “Now, you know that if you don’t do this, if you don’t go, you won’t forgive yourself, so stop arguing and get out of here, okay?”
He sighed and nodded. “Yes ma’am.” Sam turned to his brother. “I’m going to go change.”
Dean nodded, and they both watched him hurry up the stairs.
Chloe turned to Dean. “You’re welcome, but I didn’t do it for you,” she admitted without any malice. “I did it for him.” Silence descended on them. “You better take care of him, Winchester.”
“He’s my little brother.” Dean whispered. “Of course I’ll take care of him.”
Chloe smiled. “Good.”