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'
It was the sound of crying that woke her up.
Pain stabbed her brain like millions of needles as she forced her eyes to grow accustomed to the brightly lit room. She hadn’t needed to open her eyes to know that she was in a hospital, she’d spent enough time there as a young child to know how those places smelt, and yet still she'd been surprised when her eyes, heavy from the medication, had finally fluttered open.
Ever since her powers had activated and she’d gained control over her healing abilities there hadn't been any need to visit the hospital anymore, so her brain hurt as she tried to remember why she was in here now.
All she remembered was pain.
Soft crying to her right caused Chloe to turn her head, and she frowned in worry when she found Sam sitting by the bed, covering his face with his hands, and crying.
Whatever had happened, it must've been horrible to have Sammy in this state.
He froze before tearing his hands from his tear-stained face, eyes red from constant tears as those agonized blue/green eyes focused on her. “Chlo.” And then he’d closed the distance between them and held her to him, body trembling as if frightened that he was going to lose her.
Chloe, confused, hugged him back, closing her eyes as he pressed his lips to the crown of her head and broke down crying once more. “Sam?” She whispered again, trying to soothe him. “Why are you—why am I?” She narrowed her eyes when she realized what was missing. “Where’s Dorian?”
Sam pulled away slightly and looked in her eyes. “He’s at home with Dean, Chlo. He’s fine, scared out of his wits about losing you, but he’s fine. You’ve been unconscious for a week now.”
“Losing--?” And suddenly it all came back in a horrifying flash and Chloe bit back a scream. “Sam! There was this yellow eyed demon in the house and he wanted Dorian and he--!”
“I know, Chlo.” Sam whispered, soothing her softly as he pulled her into his embrace once more. “Dorian told us what happened and Dean and I arrived just as it was ending.”
“So you killed it?” She whimpered, clutching the front of his shirt frantically. “You killed that thing?”
“No.” Sam replied softly.
“You mean it’s still out there?” Growing frantic, Chloe tried to push her way out of his embrace. “We have to go! Dorian’s not safe! It wanted him!”
“Chloe—Chloe!” Sam held onto her hard, stilling her. “He’s dead, Chlo, the demon’s dead! Dorian’s safe. Dean’s not going to let anything else hurt his son.”
Chloe went still in Sam’s arms. “Dean killed the demon?”
“No.” Her fiancé sighed, kissed the crown of her head, pulled back, and held her hands as he gazed deeply into her frightened, confused eyes. “Dorian did.”
And suddenly Chloe went numb. “What?”
“Baby, when Dean and I got out of the Impala we could hear you screaming. We raced into the house and suddenly there was this flash of bright light and it wasn’t you screaming anymore, it was something demonic.” Sam explained in a slow, calming way, his eyes never once leaving hers. “And when Dean and I burst into Dorian’s room, we could hardly see because of the light.”
“I—I remember a burst of light right before everything went dark,” Chloe admitted. “What—what caused the light?”
“Dor did, Chlo,” Sam responded. “He was--he was holding onto the demon, trying to pull it away from you--and there was this bright light coming from his hands and it was--it killed the demon. It didn’t send it back to hell, it killed it. It’s host was okay, though he remembered everything the demon did in his body and he was really messed up about it. He-uh, he killed himself early this morning.”
“I don’t--I don’t understand.” Chloe stuttered, feeling light-headed. “How could Dor--?”
“I think it was your healing abilities.” Sam confessed slowly. “Remember how you said you had that flash of light when you brought Lois back from the dead? I think—I think Dor’s powers unlocked themselves fully that night and he healed the demon out of the guy’s body.”
“Healed it out of his body?” Chloe gasped. “Is that—that’s actually possible?!”
“I’ve never heard of it happening before,” Sam confessed. “But I know what I saw, Chloe. Dorian healed the body and killed the demon.”
Suddenly remembering something the demon had said to her, Chloe pulled her hands from Sam’s and placed them on her flat stomach.
And suddenly Sam’s face shifted and he was smiling at her with an expression of adoration that was breathtaking despite the tear-streaks down his cheeks. “Yeah, ‘Nurse Ratchet’ kinda told me about that.”
It’s okay. The demon didn’t kill my baby. Chloe suddenly smiled as she looked up at a beaming Sammy. “We’re going to be parents.”
He nodded, clearing his suddenly choked throat and looking away, a suspicious sheen in his eyes.
Chloe smiled brighter, knowing somehow that everything was going to be alright.
She was let out of the hospital the next day, having had to spend the night for observation, and was given a clean bill of miraculous health. She’d also scheduled an appointment with a doctor so she could check up on her unborn baby---see how far along she was, and if it was okay.
When Sam pulled up besides their apartment, she noticed him go tense when he saw a large truck parked behind Dean’s Impala, but she didn’t have time to wonder about that because the door to their home opened and her young son was bundling out, crying for her.
Chloe bent to her knees and opened her arms out wide, crying as well and hugging him to her heart when he raced into her arms. “Oh baby, I missed you so much.” She kissed his face and picked him up as he cried and hung onto her as if frightened that the moment he let go she would disappear.
“Mommy!” Dorian kept crying that word over and over again as he hung onto her and buried his face in her shirt.
“Mommy’s okay.” Chloe whispered as her heart broke for her son. “I’m never leaving you honey, never. I’m here. I’m okay.”
“Yeah Champ.” Sam had his arm around them in seconds. “Everything’s okay now.”
Movement in the doorway caused her to look up, and Chloe was surprised to see a man she’d never seen before behind Dean, who was hanging back, looking slightly uncomfortable and out of place as Sam hugged them.
The older man elbowed past Dean and came towards them, a mixture of emotions on his handsome face as he stopped in front of them. “You—you must be Chloe.”
She nodded, suddenly realizing who he was. “And you’re John.”
He smiled slightly. “Yes.”
Sam pulled out of the hug, but kept his arm protectively around Chloe’s waist as he turned to his father. “What are you doing here?”
“Sam!” Chloe gasped.
John didn’t look surprised at his son’s behavior. “It’s okay Chloe; Sam and I didn’t exactly part on the best terms.”
“That’s one way of putting it,” Sam muttered and then winced when Chloe elbowed him in the ribs.
Chloe smiled at John. “Have you been here long? Would you like something to eat?” She didn’t wait for any answer, just smiled brighter. “Let’s all go inside.” She began to walk towards the house before turning and frowning at the patriarch of the Winchester family. “And if you even think of just taking off while I’m in the house, I’ll hunt you down.”
Sam chuckled and shook his head.
John blinked in surprise, and then grinned. “Yes ma’am.”
“Good.” Nodding, Chloe turned and came face to face with an uncomfortable-looking Dean. “Hey.”
“Hey.” He nodded back, doing his best not to look at her. “I—uh—I’m glad that you’re awake and fine and--.”
“Thank you Dean.” Chloe’s gaze went to the ground before she braved it and looked at his face. “You took care of Sammy and Dor for me when I couldn’t, and I want you to know that I want you to be an active part of this family.”
His head jerked up to look at her, his hazel eyes wide and surprised on her. “You don’t really mean that.”
“Of course I do, Dean.” She smiled, reaching for his hand and squeezing, hugging Dorian tighter to her with her other hand, the boy still hiding his face in her shirt and sniffling. “Not only do I want you here as much as you can be, but I expect you to be here, and I’ll get angry with you if you don’t. This is your home too, your family too.”
He gulped, and looked down, clearing his throat. “That—I would like that—a lot.”
Seeing the gleam of tears in his eyes that he was fighting against, Chloe smiled tenderly at him and leaned over, pressing a chaste kiss on his cheek. “So would Sam and I.” She then passed her son to his father and honestly didn’t notice the blush on Dean’s face as he took his son and turned to look back at her as she entered the house to get something ready for them to eat.
While the grownups ate at the table and Dorian watched TV upstairs, John Winchester explained how Dean had left him a message on the phone about what had happened and he’d left in the middle of a hunt and hurried over. He also explained something that shocked the boys and Chloe--the creature that’d attacked Chloe and Dorian was the same thing that’d killed Mary Winchester.
It was the same thing they’d sworn to kill.
And now it was dead by Dorian’s hands.
Now they would never know why it’d killed Mary Winchester, but that wasn’t the topic of the night--the demon was dead--and that was all that really mattered to the Winchester men.
“So, what are you guys planning on doing now that it’s dead?” Sam asked later as they talked in the living room.
“I—I don’t know.” John admitted as he sat on the sofa with Dean. “I left in the middle of a hunt--I’m going to go back and finish it, but I don’t know what I’m going to do afterwards. I—for years all I’ve done is hunt, and now that that thing is dead by a Winchester's hand--I don’t know what I am going to do.”
“What about that garage you co-owned with that friend of yours in Lawrence?” Dean surprised everyone by asking. “Why don’t you just, uh, why don’t we start one here? These rich people don’t have a damned idea about how to take care of their cars… And it’s something we both, uh, know.” He paused. “Other than how to kill what goes bump in the night, of course.”
John paused, thinking it over. “And we could always go hunting if something happens around California or close by.”
“Exactly.” Dean agreed.
“Wait.” Sam spoke up. “You two are—you’re planning on staying in California?”
Dean cleared his throat and looked down at the carpet. “I’d like to stay close to you guys. The reason we hunted was to kill that thing that murdered mom, and now that it’s dead…” he sighed. “But if it bothers you Sammy--.”
“No!” Sam surprised everyone by the emotion in that one word. His cheeks tinted red and he cleared his throat, leaning back in the loveseat and pulling Chloe closer to him. “Uhm, I mean, Dorian deserves to grow up around his real father and his grandfather.” He paused. “And, uh, I, I might've… maybe... missed you two.”
John smiled genuinely at his son, those words obviously meaning the world to him.
Dean looked touched as well, and then he cleared his throat and took a swig of his beer. “I forgot how you liked these gay chick-flick moments.”
Sam grinned. “Jerk.”
“Bitch.” Dean grinned right back.
John rolled his eyes at his son.
Chloe watched the Winchester men interact and just smiled.
Five Years Later
“Chlo, you look more and more gorgeous every day I see you.” Dean grinned as he kissed her cheek in greeting.
“You are a liar, Dean Winchester.” Chloe growled at him, hand over her large stomach. “I’m fat as a cow and I can’t fit into any of my shoes. Who says that pregnancies get better with each one? I never had this much trouble with Dorian or Aiden.”
The sandy-blonde grinned, placing his arm around her, steadying her as they headed into the house. “Well, you weren’t having twins before, were you? And what is it with you anyway? Can you only get pregnant every five years or something?”
She elbowed him in the stomach, growling as he continued to laugh, although it was tinged with pain. “Be glad I can't even see my feet--much less use them like I used to--or you’d have gotten your ass kicked.”
“And you kiss your sons goodnight with that mouth, Mrs. Winchester?” Dean teased, which was something he loved to do her.
She raised an eyebrow at him and grinned, reluctantly amused. “When are you going to find a woman to at least go out with and torture her?” Chloe asked, slightly seriously. Everyone had expected Dean to have found someone and to have knocked her up by now, but he didn’t even seem to be looking.
Which was a real pity… and a real mystery.
Dean was such a great father. He was there for Dorian, both financially and emotionally; the boy was lucky. Dean also treated Aiden the same way, so both of Chloe’s boys were lucky to have two special men in their lives who loved them like fathers--and a grandfather who spent as much time with them as possible.
Dean though, had made himself very much a part of their family, even more than John, a lot of times spending the nights at their house in the ‘guest room’ (which everyone called Dean’s room) instead of at his own two bedroom apartment, which was only a couple of streets away from their house.
Both Dean and John had started up their own garage and what had started as them working in a small dingy place had become one of the best known garages in the whole of California: Winchester.
“Aw, you wound me Chlo.” Dean led her to the living room and helped her sit down, pushing up the footrest and carefully lifting her swollen feet up on it.
“Thanks.” The blonde whispered, eyes closed once she was sitting and her feet up. Honestly, now that she was in her last trimester it was so hard to walk! She was just so big!
“Now, see? Who would do these things for you if I went and found myself a little sex kitten?” Dean teased as he stood in front of her.
“Sam. This is technically his fault anyway.” She grinned, eyes still closed, relaxing.
There was a pause before Dean cleared his throat. “Where is your husband, anyway?”
“Your brother’s outside with John and the boys. They’re playing football.” Chloe sighed in happiness. “Why don’t you go out and join them? I’m sure John’s tuckered out by now but too proud to say so.”
Dean chuckled, sitting down next to her. “I don’t know, dad was a hunter, he doesn’t get tired or worn out so easily.”
While the men still went out hunting once in a while, John and Dean had really used their knowledge of the supernatural to keep their family safe. The hunts had gotten less and less frequent as time had gone by. Last year John, Dean nor Sam (who’d joined them on a hunt or two before) had been on a single trip, although John still received a lot of calls from younger hunters asking for information.
"What were you doing inside, by the way?" Dean wanted to know. Considering that he almost lived with them, he had his own key, and when he'd let himself in he'd found her coming down the stairs.
"I was talking to Lois." Chloe admitted with a grin. "She and Clark were supposed to be here already, but something held them up. They'll be arriving in an hour or two with dad and Mrs. Kent, and then the party will REALLY begin."
Dean grinned, leaning towards her on the sofa. "I always enjoy it when Mrs. Kent comes to visit, my dad acts like a besotted fool whenever she's around."
Chloe opened her eyes and grinned back at him. "You're a horrible, horrible son."
Dean just smiled, eyes on her face.
“Trying to steal my wife, Dean?” Sam laughed as he entered the house, dark-haired Aiden riding on his shoulders.
“’Course Sammy!” Dean grinned at his brother. “She’ll get smart one day and realize who the real man of the Winchester family is.”
“Not in front of Aiden!” Chloe gasped.
“Sorry.” Dean and Sam winced at the same time, looking like chastised boys.
“Mommy?” Aiden finally spoke up. “What’s a bitch?”
She growled and the Winchester brothers shrunk away, knowing that they were going to pay dearly for that slip up.
Chloe took in a deep breath and turned to her son with a bright smile. “Nothing honey, no good boys say that bad bad word.”
“Oh.” Aiden’s green eyes widened. “It’s a no-no word. Like fuck and goddammit.”
Chloe glared when Sam flinched as Aiden said the first word, and Dean winced as the little boy said the second. “Aiden, baby? Why don’t you go back to Grampa and Dorian, and leave the grownups to have a nice little conversation?”
John Winchester couldn’t hold back his grin as he saw his very short, very pregnant daughter-in-law having a fit, waddling back and forth in the living room. Her face was red and her hair a little undone and her eyes on fire as her hands flew in this and that direction violently. She reminded him so much of his Mary that it was painful at times. Honestly, Sammy couldn’t have found a better woman to marry.
A chuckle escaped John’s lips as he saw the way his two sons tried to melt into the sofa they were sitting in, both stiff, looking ashamed and slightly terrified as Chloe continued to rant and rave and tell them off for something he was sure they deserved being told off for.
Honestly, those two looked like boys being scolded by their mom!
Dean made the mistake of trying to interrupt Chloe while she was in mid-rant and she turned on him, shaking her finger, and the sandy-blonde haired man shrunk smaller, seeming to look like he wanted the sofa to eat him.
Sam grinned at whatever Chloe had said to Dean before she noticed her husband was grinning and turned her ire on him.
That was when Sam did as his brother had and pressed back against the sofa, obviously terrified and hoping he could phase through the furniture and out of harm’s way.
“What’s going on, Grandpa?” Ten-year-old Dorian asked as he arrived with five-year-old Aiden. Sneaking a peek in the house through the kitchen window, he saw his mother, father and daddy in the living room, and suddenly sniggered. “Oooh someone’s in serious trouble!” His grin was wide and toothy. “I wonder what they did this time?”
“Mom found out that they said no-no words in front of me.” Aiden confessed in his soft voice.
“Oh.” John and Dorian announced at the same time, looking at each other, suddenly realizing what was going on.
“Man.” Dorian returned his attention back to the window. “They are so dead!”
“Yep.” Aiden nodded in agreement.
John grinned at his two grandsons, silently agreeing with them, before returning his attention back to the three in the living room.
Honestly, hunting had never been as entertaining as this.
“Should we, uh, go in there and try to save them?” He asked his grandsons.
The boys shared a look before turning their attention to their grandpa. “Nah.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I thought so.”