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Chloe's Supernatural - Season One 5/? 
22nd-Sep-2008 11:13 am
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Title: Chloe's Supernatural
Season: 1
Rating: T-M
Pairing: Chloe/Dean, Chloe/Sam, Dean/Chloe/Sam
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Supernatural
Warning: Spoilers Supernatural Season 1, AU Smallville
Summary: When Chloe helps Pete and his children move into their new home in Lawrence, Kansas, she never expected it to be haunted, or to meet the Winchester brothers...OR the adventure that they'd embark on together afterwards.
A/N 1: Hey everyone! Just wanted to let you know that this chapter takes place a couple of months after the last chapter, so things between Chloe and the boys have gotten comfortable and they are getting along well now and know each others stories (everything about the boys…and about Smallville and meteor freaks--although they don’t know about Clark’s abilities, Chloe hasn’t told them since it isn’t her story to tell).
A/N2: Also, remember that this is AU Smallville! In this universe Lois Lane DID NOT go to Smallville so she doesn’t know anyone from there except for Chloe! But she DOES know about meteor freaks and such because of Chloe.

 

 

In a seedy little motel room in Springfield, Illinois, three people sat cramped in their two-bed room, all of them busy. Sam was calling more and more of his father’s old friends trying to see if someone could locate him (something the youngest Winchester had been doing ever since they’d left Kansas a couple of months ago), and Dean was going over their father’s journal once more to see if it had any indication of where their father was and why he wasn’t getting into contact with them.

Chloe, on the other hand, was relaxed, wearing a pair of short shorts and Clark’s jersey, enjoying a ‘chatting’ session with Lois as she tuned out the boys.

Honestly, Chloe had always been more at ease with men, but never this at ease. Sure, it’d been way uncomfortable at first, especially when it came to sleeping arrangements. The boys had decided that it wasn’t safe for Chloe to have a room by herself--what if the thing after her found her while she was there by herself and the boys were sleeping in another room?--so they’d decided to share rooms and the boys would take turns using the extra bed or sleeping on the floor.

It’d been, uh, a learning experience for them all. Sam and Dean had found out what it was like to have a female inspecting their hygiene and nagging them to put down the toilet seat when they were finished (although Sam had some experience thanks to having lived with Jess for a year before she was killed), and Chloe discovered that it was true, most men did wake up with ‘morning wood’, which was embarrassing to them and completely amusing for her.

What was not amusing however was whenever one of the boys would forget their clothes in the room while bathing. They’d have to come out…wrapped in only towels…and that was mean of them.

Horrible, actually, because now she had mental images of both Sam and Dean in only a towel, and no normal girl could have such images in their heads and not go insane…with lust.

Still, they were her roomies and she wasn’t about to ruin yet another relationship with a crush, so she suppressed any I-Want-You-Sans-Towel-NOW desires she had at times--the boys learnt to put down the toilet seat--and all was fine.

Army Brat says: I miss you, Little Cuz. I don’t get why exactly you have to be touring with those two hunks you keep telling me about, but I miss you. Is there any chance of you guys coming to Metropolis soon?

C.S. says: I miss you too Lo! And I don’t know about the Metropolis thing, but I COULD run it through with the boys. Who knows? Maybe we can go there soon.

Army Brat says: That would be so great! :D

Army Brat says: We could all go clubbing together! I would get one hunk and you the next!

C.S. says: raises eyebrow I thought you were in a relationship?

Army Brat says: Um, yeah.

C.S. says: Lo, you’re incorrigible.

Army Brat says: I know.

C.S. says: LOL.

“Caleb hasn’t heard from him?” Dean asked Sam as soon as he ended the call, causing Chloe to look up from her screen at the brothers.

“Nope.” Sam shook his head in disappointment. “Neither has Jefferson or Pastor Jim.” He sighed. “What about the journal? Any leads in there?”

Dean shook his head, eyes on said journal. “No, same as the last time I looked, then again, there’s a lot I just can’t make out.” He flipped a page and snorted. “I love dad, but I swear, he writes like a freakin’ yoda.”

Chloe grinned at Dean. He was such a smartass.

“Maybe we should call the Feds.” Sam clasped his hands in front of him. “File a missing persons report.”

Dean looked up from the worn journal in slight annoyance. “Look, we talked about this already. Dad would be pissed if we put the Feds on his tail.”

“I don’t care anymore.” Sam frowned, annoyed as well. “After all that happened back in Kansas—after us leaving tons of voicemails about Chloe and how she’s in danger and how we need his help—Dean, he should be here with us. He should have been there with us in Kansas, you said so yourself. You called him and nothing.”

Dean sent his brother a frustrated look and closed the journal, standing up as his cellular began to ring. “Dad has his reasons for doing whatever he’s doing, Sam.” He went to his bag, trying to find his cell as it rang. “Where in the world is that crap?”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “Second pocket on the right side.”

Dean checked it and found his cellular. The sandy-blonde turned and grinned at the female on her bed. “What would I do without you in my life, gorgeous?”

“Save it for the drunk bimbos you like to pick up, Winchester.” Chloe announced, returning her attention to her computer, proud at herself for not blushing.

“Ouch, you hurt me right here.” Dean tapped his chest above his heart.

Chloe rolled her eyes and read what Lois had typed in while she was paying attention to the boys’ conversation.

Army Brat says: I’ve heard from Lucy--surprise surprise. She’s doing great in that school in Europe. I sometimes envy her, you know? She gets to have the glamorous life at an expensive overseas school--and I get stuck with the General.

C.S. says: You miss her, huh?

Army Brat says: Yeah, which really makes me think that I’m a closet masochist, because that girl is a pain in the butt!

C.S. says: LOL!

“He could be dead, Dean!” Sam obviously hadn’t been finished with his rant.

“Don’t say that!” Dean scolded, forgetting all about the cell phone ringing in his hand. “He’s fine. He’s—he’s--.”

“He’s what?” Sam interrupted. “He’s hiding? He’s busy?”

Deciding not to answer that, Dean flipped open his cellular and froze when he saw the screen, a smile touching his face. “I don’t believe it.”

“What?” Chloe asked, tearing her gaze from her laptop’s screen. “Is everything alright?”

Dean sat down next to her on her bed, looking at the cellular with an odd expression on his face.

“What is it?” Sam asked.

“It’s, uh, it’s a text message.” Dean finally answered, eyes still on his phone. “It’s coordinates.” He turned to Chloe. “Hey Chlo, you think you can pause the cybersex for a minute and check it out for us? Tell us where these coordinates are for?”

“One, I’m talking to my cousin.” Chloe announced, taking the phone from Dean, looking at the coordinates and nodding. “And two, if I were having cybersex, you two would hear it.” She typed a quick brb to Lois and went onto the website necessary, typing in the coordinates. “I’m very loud.”

She could have sworn she heard gulping coming from Sam.

Dean, on the other hand, was grinning lecherously at her. “Oh baby, I knew you’d be a screamer. You’re all mouth normally, why not when you’re at the brink of ecstasy?”

“Bite me.” Chloe knew she was blushing and hated it.

“Tell me where and I’ll happily comply.” Dean responded.

Dean.” Sam sounded annoyed.

Spoilsport.” The elder Winchester bemoaned.

Chloe chuckled, thoroughly amused and somewhat flustered as she continued typing and checking. “So you think your father sent you guys the coordinates?”

“Well, he’s done it before when I was hunting alone.” Dean answered.

Please.” Sam snorted. “The guy can barely work a toaster.”

Chloe bit down on her lip to keep from giggling.

“Sam, this is good news.” Dean, who was looking over Chloe’s shoulder, looked up at his brother. “It means he’s okay.”

“And is just ignoring us.” Chloe grumbled, annoyed with John Winchester.

Thank you!” Sam threw his hands into the air. “Someone is getting my point!”

“Will you two quite bitchin’?” Dean pleaded.

“Only if you beg.” Chloe responded cheekily.

Dean suddenly grinned and spoke lower into her ear. “Didn’t know you were into that sorta kink, sweetheart.”

A shiver raced down her spine, but Chloe ignored it. “Found it.”

“Where do the coordinates point?” Sam asked, going to sit down on Chloe’s other side, looking over her shoulder as well.

Suddenly, with both men sitting behind her on her bed, looking over her shoulders, Chloe found it hard to breathe, much less speak.

“That’s the interesting part.” Dean announced, eyes on the screen. “Rockford, Illinois.”

“Okay…” Sam frowned. “And that’s interesting how?”

“Dad has a section in his journal on Rockford.” Dean explained, getting up and going to pick up the discarded journal, browsing through the pages. “I remember seeing it a couple of times while I was trying to read his doctor-like handwriting and figure out if he’d left a clue of where he was in it. If I remember right, the article was something about an asylum.”

Sam turned to Chloe. “Can you check it out?”

She closed her eyes for a second as his breath caressed her neck. Damn it! Will you two just STOP it with the unintended seduction already?! “Sure.” Opening her eyes she quickly began her work and in minutes had what they were looking for. “Bingo.”

“What’d you find?” Dean asked, looking up from the journal.

“I checked the local Rockford paper and ran a search for anything that had to do with an asylum that’d happened in the last couple of days.” She announced, waiting for Dean to return to his space to her right before continuing now that he could see the screen. “This cop, Walter Kelly, comes home from his shift, shoots his wife, puts the gun to his mouth and blows his brains out.”

Dean made a face.

Sam frowned as he took over and read the next section. “Earlier that night Kelly and his partner responded to a call at the Roosevelt Asylum.”

“See?” Dean grinned. “I knew there was a loony bin involved!” He continued flipping through the pages of the journal until he came to a newspaper cutout. “Here you go. Yeah, Roosevelt Asylum. Seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths--at least up till last week--“ he looked up at them. “I think that this is where dad wants us to go.”

Sam frowned darker. “It’s a job.” He got up from the bed and ran his hands through his hair. “Dad wants us to work a job.”

There was an icon blinking showing that Lois had messaged her something, but Chloe ignored it, this was way more important.

“Maybe we’ll meet up with him.” Dean closed the journal. “Maybe he’s there.”

“Maybe he’s not.” Sam countered. “He could be sending us there to hunt this thing by ourselves.”

“Who cares?” Dean asked. “He wants us there, that’s good enough for me.”

Chloe closed her eyes and groaned. The boys mightn’t want her sleeping in another room, but they felt no guilt in leaving her in the motel room all day or night while hunting. They just made sure that the room was salted and ordered her not to leave.

She’d been taking months of that crap, and thanks to it she was now full versed in Passions and other daytime soap operas that she usually would never watch.

Sure, she’d also used the time to communicate with Oliver and the rest of the Justice League, secretly working as Watchtower for them despite the fact that she was so far away--but the JL had had to lay low recently due to the fact that Lex was apparently beginning to suspect Oliver was the Green Arrow--so Chloe was left jobless and lonely.

Then again, maybe I can have Clark come and visit me while Dean and Sam are gone.

That would be nice. She hadn’t had a face-to-face conversation with Clark since this had all begun, and she was beginning to get the idea that he was quite resentful towards the Winchesters for taking up her time.

I miss that big dumb alien.

“Doesn’t this strike you as odd?” Sam asked Dean, both standing and circling each other. “The texting? The coordinates?”

Sam!” Dean interrupted. “Dad’s telling us to go somewhere and we’re going.” With that he turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Sam was left standing in the middle of the room, looking at the closed door.

Army Brat says: HELLLO? Chlo? Are you still there?

C.S. says: Yeah. I have to go. Ttyl. Bye!

Logging off, Chloe closed the lid of the laptop and sighed, putting it on the bedside table separating the two beds. She looked at Sam, who hadn’t moved from where he’d been standing when Dean stormed off, probably to go to the bar some blocks away.

“He’s worried too, Sam.”

The tall brunette turned to look at her. “I know.”

She smiled at the guy who suddenly looked like a lost puppy, patting the piece of bed next to her. “Why don’t we see what we can pick up on this TV, huh? Dean’ll probably spend the night out again with whomever he picks up at the bar, so we don’t have to worry about him coming in at the best part and bitching about us watching some ‘girly’ movie or something.”

“ ‘Girly’ as in someone doesn’t die in a gory-way every two minutes.” Sam grinned, taking off his shoes and hesitating only a second before sitting next to her on the bed.

Turning on the television and turning off the lights, they pulled her sheets up over them as they tried to find something relatively decent to watch—which was hard given their choices. In the end they decided to watch a slasher flick that had a pretty but extremely dumb blonde with ‘plastic’ breasts (as Sam called them) as the leading lady.

Chloe and Sam spent the whole movie criticizing the characters choices in hiding places, criticizing the killer for being somewhat senseless, criticizing the writer for having come up with such crap, and finally, criticizing Hollywood for making it possible for this movie to disgrace television sets everywhere.

“I’m sorry for making you watch that.” Chloe laughed as the closing credits rolled by. She turned to Sam and paused when she found him sleeping, obviously having been so bored and so tired that he’d drifted to sleep during the ending of the movie.

And Chloe didn’t have the heart to wake him up. He and Dean had been so stressed the last couple of days, and with the nightmares that Sam was always having about Jess’ death—the nightmares he refused to talk about—well, Sam needed all of the rest he could get.

And if he has a nightmare, I’ll wake up and wake him up.

Deciding that that was sound logic, Chloe turned off the television and got more comfortable in the bed, pulling the sheets up better around them and closing her eyes.

Good night Sam.

And with that she drifted off into sleep.

--

The first thing that Sam Winchester realized the moment he woke up the next morning was that it was the first night that he’d been able to sleep without seeing Jess’ body pinned the ceiling right before she was burnt alive, whispering his name.

The second thing he realized was that he wasn’t alone in the bed, and there was a petite body laying halfway on top of his, smelling of shampoo and wrapped around him as if he were a teddy bear.

The third thing he realized was that the person, the very feminine person whose curved body was pressed so intimately against his, was Chloe.

And the fourth thing, the fourth thing that he noticed was Dean, sitting on the other bed, face somber, body tense, using Chloe’s computer to read something.

“Bout time you got up, Sleeping Beauty.” Dean looked up and smiled at Sam, and yet there was something off with his expression. “If I’d known that you and gorgeous were so close I would have given you two more time alone.”

“What? No.” Sam blushed, speaking softly as he untangled himself from the sleeping woman’s grip, getting out of bed, fully clothed. “We watched a movie when you went out.”

“Girl on girl or the regular vanilla you watch?” Dean quipped, returning his eyes to the laptop. “Because, let me tell you, little brother, Chloe Sullivan doesn’t seem like a woman who’d be satisfied with missionary the rest of her life.”

“Stop being such an asshole, Dean.” Sam was embarrassed and defensive, and didn’t know why. “We watched a really bad slasher movie and must have fallen asleep. That’s all.”

“Whatever.” Dean kept his gaze on whatever he was reading. “Look, get bathed and get us some breakfast, alright? As soon as Chloe’s awake we’re heading to Rockford to interrogate officer Kelly’s partner and try to figure out why he didn’t go bananas.”

“Yeah, okay.” Sam nodded, heading to the bathroom, wondering what was wrong with his brother

Comments 
23rd-Sep-2008 12:56 am (UTC)
awwwwww loved how chloe was feeling about both boys. lol dean being upset about sam sleeping in the same bed as chloe . going to read chapter 6 now.
23rd-Sep-2008 01:37 am (UTC)
I see Dean as never showing that he was jealous of his brother.
23rd-Sep-2008 01:41 am (UTC)
oh ok . it just seemed that way or did he want it to be him in bed with chloe instead lol.
23rd-Sep-2008 01:45 am (UTC)
LOL. U KNOW he wanted it to be him!!!!
29th-Dec-2009 04:42 am (UTC)
I bet they're doing the 'unintended seduction' on purpose. I find it amusing that Sam woke up with Chloe in his arms and a very (not obviously) jealous older brother. I'm sure he'll get some time with her, and I can't help but laugh at the banter between Dean & Chloe.
29th-Dec-2009 04:49 am (UTC)
I love jealous Winchester in the morning! It's the only way to start the day!
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