Title: Family Reunion
Sequel to: Stanford
Pairing: Chlam (Chloe/Sam), implied Chlean (Chloe/Dean)
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville or Supernatural
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'
Sam had called her early the next morning from his cell phone, surprisingly enough not only to inform her that he and Dean were okay, but to ask for help. He’d given her the summary of the hunt so far: apparently the town they were in had a history of men who’d go out driving only to vanish without a trace, leaving their vehicles behind. The vehicles would then resurface around a certain bridge.
Sam and Dean had interrogated the girlfriend of the latest victim, and discovered that there was a local legend about a woman who’d been murdered around centennial a couple of decades back. The woman was supposedly still out there, hitchhiking, and whoever picked her up disappeared without a trace.
Chloe wasn’t too sure about that though, because if the people disappeared without a trace--how did everyone know that they’d picked up a woman who'd been hitchhiking?
Then again, someone might've seen them picking up a strange woman… One could never tell how legends were started.
The brothers had tried finding information in the town’s library, but had come up empty-handed. That was when Sam called her, asking if she could try a search of her own since she was the best researcher he knew.
She'd called him a suck-up, hung up with the promise to call if she found anything, and gotten on the computer. Her morning was spent trying to find something even remotely similar to what the boys had described was happening in Jericho, California during the last couple of decades, but her searches were coming up inconclusive. The blonde was about to finally give up when she deleted the word murdered and replaced it with suicide.
With a grin, she pressed the speaker button on the home phone and dialed Sam’s number, feeling cocky.
“Baby?” Sam answered.
“Put me on speakerphone,” she ordered.
“Okay, done.” Her fiancé announced after a second.
“You found anything?” Dean’s voice asked.
“Sure did.” She continued to type on the keyboard as she spoke. “Her name was Constance Welch, she was 24 years old, and she jumped off of the bridge. She committed suicide--she wasn’t murdered.”
“Any reason as to why she’d want to take the swan dive?” Dean asked.
“Well, according to the police reports I managed to pull up, right before she killed herself she was at home with her two children and they drowned in the bathtub.” She felt sick at her stomach as she said that.
“So it’s an angry spirit,” Sam said more to himself than anything else.
“Who wants to bet that the bridge she jumped off of is the same bridge that that kid’s car was found abandoned on this morning?” Dean asked.
“Anyways,” Sam announced. “Do you really think that dad would've been here?”
“Hell yeah, this was what he left me to do, we’re chasing his hunt.” Dean sounded sure of himself. “We keep at this and we’ll find him--or some clue as to where he is or what he’s doing. All we have to do is to keep digging until we find him.”
Chloe paused, turning to look at the phone at that.
“Dean.” Sam sounded irritated. “I already told you that I’ve got to be back by Monday. If this search goes past that, you’re on your own.”
“What else is new?” Dean snapped.
“Guys…” Chloe frowned at the phone.
“And what is that supposed to mean?” Sam grounded out.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe that these last two years you’ve been neglecting your duty.” Dean growled right back. “You have a responsibility--.”
“To what, Dean? Dad and his crusade?” Sam snapped, frustration and anger deep in his voice. “Mom might've been killed when I was a baby, and I hate what happened to her, I wish I could tear to shreds whatever did that to her, but I have a duty to Chloe and Dorian now. I have a family--.”
“Yeah, I remember,” Dean interrupted, livid. “You’re talking about the family that by right should have been mine!”
Suddenly there was the sound of a scuffle and grunts.
“GUYS!” Chloe screamed, shooting up to her feet. “Don’t make me go to Jericho to pull you two apart! GUYS!”
“Mommy?” A tired voice from upstairs called. “Is something wrong?”
“No honey,” she called up, giving the phone a desperate look before hanging up, praying that they wouldn’t kill each other.
Dorian appeared above the stairs, dressed in his PJs, rubbing at his eyes as he slowly made his way downwards. “Where’s daddy and uncle Dean?”
“They, uh, they’ve gone to do some, uh, bonding.” Chloe smiled shakily at her son. “They’ll be back by tomorrow evening, so you’ll get to meet your uncle Dean then, okay?”
Dorian nodded, yawning slightly. “Can I have some Cap’n Crunch please?”
“No young man, you may not.” She grinned, taking his hand and leading him towards the kitchen. “You still haven’t finished your Fruit Loops, and you know our rule about finishing one cereal before opening up the other.”
“They’ll get stale and icky if we don’t.” Dorian sighed as he repeated her reason for that rule, letting her pick him up and place him on the stool by the counter. “I know.”
“Then why did you ask?” Chloe asked, intrigued as she grabbed a bowl and spoon for him before resting them in front of her son on the counter top. She then reached for the cereal and milk.
“I was kinda hoping that you wouldn’t remember that I hadn't finished the Fruit Loops,” her son admitted sheepishly.
Chloe placed the cereal and milk down in front of him. “You, my boy, are one conniving little fox.”
He grinned brightly at her for what he obviously took as a compliment before grabbing the cereal box and opening it.
Shaking her head tenderly at her precocious little boy, Chloe sent a worried look in the direction of the phone before shaking her head and telling herself not to worry. Sam and Dean needed to get everything off of their chests, and if it took a couple of punches and kicks for that to happen, well, Chloe had a couple of frozen steaks in the fridge to pass them when they returned.
“I can’t believe it.” Lois Lane’s face on the webcam would have been hilarious if the situation they were chatting about hadn’t been so dire. “Sam’s brother is Dorian’s real dad?”
“Yep.” Chloe nodded. She’d waited until Dorian had gone to his room to watch cartoons before calling Lois and telling her to get on her laptop so that they could videoconference. “It's like the world's turned upside-down on me.”
“Gees, I can imagine that.” Lois pulled a strand of her hair behind her ear. “How did Sam take it?”
“Wonderful, all things considered, but it’s still affecting him more than he's trying to let on.” Chloe closed her eyes and remembered the look on Sam’s face when he’d finally realized the truth. “You should've seen him, Lo, he looked so hurt and confused it broke my heart.”
“Well, you can’t really blame him, can you?” Lois asked, leaning back in her bed. “He found out that not only had his brother been intimate with you first, but he’s the real father of the boy Sam loves with all his heart. Sam's only human you know, he’s got to feel threatened by Dean’s appearance in your lives.”
“I understand that, I do, I’d feel the same if things were reversed--but I just wish that he wouldn’t be so worried,” Chloe admitted softly. “I mean, I love Sam, I adore him--I’d never leave him.”
“But your whole relationship is going to change.” Lois, as always, went straight to the heart of the matter. “Sam knows that, and I know you do as well. From what you told me, Dean wants to be a part of Dor’s life. And, you know what? That’s commendable of him. But it’s going to change everything.”
“Why does it have to? Change, I mean.” Chloe asked herself more than Lois. “I mean, I love Sam, Dorian loves him, and Dean… Well… Dean will have to find a place in our family. He’s Dorian’s father, and Sam’s brother, he’ll always be welcomed here.”
“Poor Sammy.” Lois sighed, shaking her head. “And to think, if you guys had come here one day earlier, none of this would've happened. The three of you would be here, happy.” She paused and frowned. “Well, as happy as you could be in Smallville. I swear, if it wasn’t for the fact that I’m Mrs. Kent’s Representative I’d pack up my bags and leave.”
“You could always come here.”
“And make Sammy’s life impossible.” Lois seemed to brighten at that thought before sighing. “But I can’t let Mrs. Kent down like that--and anyway, we travel a lot, so it’s not like I’m stuck in this little hellhole with that annoying son of hers.”
“How is Clark, by the way?” Chloe asked. With how busy she’d been lately she hadn’t had time to write back to the man who’d once been her best friend.
“Well, Smallville’s taking the engagement between Pete and Lana badly. You know? He, I don’t know, he feels betrayed--his once best friend with the girl he’s been obsessing over for years?” Lois sighed, scratching her neck. “I told him to let go of the bicycle already… Or to at least take the training wheels off—but I don’t think he got my analogy.”
“Wow, Lo, who knew you were so deep?” Chloe teased.
“Oh shut up.” Lois grinned unrepentantly before making a face. “Why don’t you and the squirt come over to Smallville anyway? Sam can come the next time. Why do you two have to stay at home while he’s off--doing whatever it is he’s doing with his brother?” She paused. “What is he doing with his brother, anyway?”
“Their father went missing.” Chloe knew that Lois could tell if she was lying, so she kept the story as close to the truth as possible. “So Sam went to help Dean look for him in the last place he was heard of being.”
“Really? That’s horrible.” Lois announced, sympathy etched deep into her voice. “What was he doing when he disappeared?”
“Okay.” Lois drummed her fingers on her keyboard for a moment. “So why don’t you and Dor come to Smallville? I haven’t seen my Godson in months, and I think that there’s a rule about that in the Godmother’s Handbook.”
“Wait, Godmother’s Handbook?” Chloe raised an eyebrow, amusement evident. “Lois, tell me you don’t have a book--.”
“Shush. It is one of those things we shall never speak of again.” Lois interrupted quickly, looking embarrassed. “The thing is that I haven’t seen you guys in ages and I missed you all terribly—even Sam.”
“And we miss you too, Lois.” Chloe grinned. “But I promised Sam that Dor and I would stay here while he was gone. You know how over-protective the guy is. And when I give my word I keep it.” Seeing the pout on her cousin’s face she hurried on. “But we’ll reschedule for the next long weekend.”
Lois suddenly brightened. “That’s next month! And, well, since we’re at the year-end almost, well, I think I can live with this new arrangement.”
“Good.” Hearing the house phone ring, she looked up when she heard the sound of Dorian racing out of the room and picking it up.
“Hello?” Dorian asked, cradling to receiver to his ear. His face lit up with a bright smile. “Daddy!”
“Lois, I gotta go.” Chloe hurriedly looked back at the image of her cousin on her computer. “Sam’s just called.”
“Sure, no prob. See ya.” And with a mock-salute, Lois had disconnected.
Shaking her head, Chloe got up and headed towards her son, who was talking rapidly to Sam on the phone, a large smile on his face. She leaned against the wall next to him and watched the happiness on his every feature as he talked a mile per minute (something Sammy always said Dorian had gotten from her).
“Yep, I’m taking real good care of her, just like I promised.” Dorian smiled proudly at his mother as he spoke to Sam. “When are you coming home? We miss you.” He listened for a second before nodding. “I love you too.” The sandy-haired child then turned to Chloe and passed her the phone. “Daddy wants to talk to you.”
“Thanks honey.” Taking the phone from Dorian, she ruffled his hair affectionately and watched as he raced to his room to get back to his cartoons before placing the receiver to her ear. “I see you two haven’t killed each other.”
“No.” Sam sounded sheepish. “We, uh, worked things out.”
“Good.” She looked up at the ceiling. “How are you?”
“Fine. A little bruised, but otherwise great.” He paused. “Dad was here.”
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“When Dean and I got to the small motel in this place the receptionist recognized our names and asked if this was a family reunion. Dad had a room booked here.” Sam sighed in agitation. “We broke into the room. The walls are covered with articles, papers, documents, everything imaginable.”
“Did you find him?” Chloe interrogated. “Was he there?”
“No.” Sam grumbled. “And from the look of things, he hadn’t been there for a while. A couple of days, maybe even a week. But he’d paid for the room in advance, so the people still had it leased for him.”
“Where could he be?” Chloe whispered.
“I don’t know, but, Chlo, he had a ring of salt and cat’s eye shells around the door.”
Chloe frowned at that. “Um… And for those who aren’t versed in the occult, why exactly would he do that?”
“To keep something out.”
Stomach cramping with nerves, Chloe slid down the wall until she was sitting on the floor. “That doesn’t sound good.”
“I know, the only good thing is that dad discovered what Constance Welsh was.”
“Didn’t Dean say that she was an angered spirit?” Chloe asked, confused.
“Oh, she’s more than that.” Sam snorted. “She’s a Woman in White.”
“A woman in--?” The blonde let that sentence trail. “Sam, you have me completely lost.”
“When Women in White were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them,” Sam began to explain patiently. “After realizing this, and basically suffering from a bout of insanity, the women killed their own children, and when they got back to their senses and realized what they’d done, they killed themselves.”
Chloe gasped, horrified as everything began to make sense.
“Their spirits are cursed, and they are said to wander the back roads, the waterways." Sam's voice was in her ear. "If they find an unfaithful man they’ll kill him and he’ll never be seen again.”
“So all those men that--?”
“Oh Sam,” she whispered, so worried. “Please be careful! If something happens to you--.”
“Chlo, nothing is going to happen to me because I have never been unfaithful to you and I never will.” He paused. “Though I am worried about Dean.”
She smiled slightly at his dark humor. “So, where is he anyway?”
“Went out to get us food. I decided to stay at the motel and call you, see how you and Dor were doing, and let you know that we’re okay.”
“Yes baby, I’m fine.” He sounded so tired. “Chlo, I gotta hang up, Dean’s calling me on the other line, okay?”
“Okay, I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too,” Sam whispered back. “I’ll see you Sunday evening.”
“Tomorrow has never seemed so far away before,” she lamented before hanging up to his chuckle.
Looking in the direction of Dorian’s room, Chloe closed her eyes tightly, the place feeling so empty without Sam.
Bring him back home to me safely. She prayed, leaning her head back against the wall. Please keep him safe.