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Chloe's Supernatural - Season One 6/? 
22nd-Sep-2008 12:17 pm
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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.
 

 

They’d arrived in Rockford the night before, and after finding out where the local cops liked to go have a drink after work, the three of them had gone out for a nightcap, and also to work the partner of Walter Kelly--Officer Gunnison. Dean had played a pushy reporter, and Sam had played the part of the ‘concerned citizen’ who kicked Dean out of the bar for being ‘an insensitive jerk’ and trying to force information out of the officer for his ‘article’.

The farce had worked, and the officer had spilled to Sam over a couple of beers that Walter Kelly had been a good cop. He’d been the head of his class—had had a bright future ahead of him. And also, while he’d fought with his wife once or twice as did most couples, they were noted for being extremely in love and had even been talking about having children before Walter came home from the asylum and killed her and himself.

Officer Gunnison had also told a lot about the asylum…it had so many legends that the place was almost a dead ringer for being haunted. There was no way all those stories could have been just invented.

So after leaving the bar, the three parted ways. The boys had left Chloe in the—of course—salted room (which only had one bed since it was the only room available), and headed off to check out of the asylum for themselves. The blonde had gotten some hours sleep since it was around dawn by the time that they’d found a motel with a vacant room, and when she’d awoken it was early in the morning.

Bored, and so not interested to see Teresa and Ethan with their whole drama on Passions, Chloe had done the only sane thing she could have done.

She called Clark.

Interestingly enough, salt circles did not keep Intergalactic Travelers out.

They sat on her bed and ate the food he’d brought with him, smiling and enjoying each other’s company. Chloe told Clark about all the things they’d--well, the brothers--had hunted after she’d joined them, and Clark told her about all that was going on back in Smallville. He told her how Oliver had made him dress up as the Green Arrow during a function that Oliver and Lex were both attending to throw Lex off of Oliver’s trail, and how Lex was just getting darker and darker.

That saddened Chloe, because she’d known Lex well once. Sure, they hadn’t been friends, but they’d been partners, and during the time that he’d hidden her Chloe admitted that she’d had a crush on her ‘savior’, but of course Lex never saw her other than a way to put his father behind bars for good.

Not many men saw Chloe like a woman.

Truly, she didn’t know of one.

For Pete and Clark she was the best friend that they would give their lives for--but never noticed she had breasts.

For Lex she’d been the only one who would verbal judo him--and also the key to locking his dad up.

For her dad she was a darling asexual daughter who should still like pink and whom he still gave teddy bears to as gifts every other Christmas.

And for Oliver she was Watchtower. She was his Sidekick and the only one he trusted to help him on many missions.

So, unless one counted Bart’s many flirtations--and really, who could take Bart’s comments seriously?--there was not one guy in her life who saw her as a woman.

Not even Sam or Dean, she bemoaned. They just see me as the one they have to protect—and also Research Girl.

Stop thinking like that!

“You know, the one I haven’t heard from is Lana.” Chloe announced as she finished off the homestyle-cooked chicken, licking her fingers before reaching for the baked potato. This had got to be the best meal she’d had in months and she felt a little guilty for eating good while the boys were going to be stuck with diner food—but only a little.

“Well, she transferred out of Met U a week after you left.” Clark sighed, looking heart broken. “I don’t know where she went. She came to say goodbye before she left though—said that we needed to be apart for her to get on with her life.”

“I’m sorry Clark.” Chloe whispered, truly sorry for her best friend. She knew that he’d loved Lana for most of his life, and this must hurt him horribly. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

Clark smiled sadly. “You’ve had more important things to occupy your time than listen to the next chapter of the Clark/Lana saga.”

“Nothing’s ever going to be more important than my best friend.” Chloe assured him, feeling horrible that he’d felt that way.

“I miss you, Chloe.” Clark admitted freely as he looked around the motel room in distaste. “And I don’t like the living conditions these guys have you in. Why don’t you just return to the farm with me? I’ll--I’ll keep the place, uh, salted, and I’ll keep you safe.”

She smiled at him, swallowing a bite of Martha’s famous baked potato. “Clark, you know that I’m not going to leave. Every time we talk, you tell me the same thing, but I feel like I’m where I’m supposed to be.”

“Where? Cooped up in some dingy little motel room all day?” Clark frowned. “Chloe, you’re made for better things than this. You’re supposed to be working at the Daily Planet right now. That has always been your dream--remember?”

“Of course I remember.” She scoffed, sighing as she thought about the Daily Planet and the smell of newspapers fresh off of the printing press. “I can’t explain it, but during these last couple of months I’ve felt more at home in the back of that Chevy Impala than I did behind the desk at the Daily Planet.”

Clark looked at her oddly. “Who are you and what have you done with my best friend Chloe Sullivan?”

She laughed, putting down the remains of her delicious potato and throwing her arms around him, hugging Clark tightly. “I missed you so much, farm boy.”

He sighed and hugged her back. “I miss you too, city girl.” In a move that surprised her, Clark pulled her into his lap and continued to hug her. “Did you know that Oliver’s been reading up on the occult just to get an idea of what his Watchtower is going through right now?”

Chloe giggled as she leaned her cheek against Clark’s chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, glad that they could return to their platonic, loving relationship without any unwanted attraction on either side. “You’re lying.”

“No, I’m not. Bart says that he even caught Oliver with a book on psychic-development in one hand and a crystal in the other.”

Chloe burst out laughing as she imagined that. “My poor Arrow!”

“He’s been complaining about you not visiting.” Clark was amused and at ease, clearing also enjoying how they’d gotten back to the sibling closeness that they’d had for years. “So I wouldn’t be surprised if he drops in on you on of these days.” He paused. “Do the Winchesters know about Oliver?”

“They don’t know about anyone from the League. They probably don’t even know that the League exists.” Chloe was quick to reassure him. “I just think that these two aspects of my life should remain as separate as possible. So tell Ollie that while I appreciate his wanting to take care of me, it would be probably best if he stayed right there.”

“I’ll let him know.” Clark nodded.

“Thanks.” Chloe grinned, tilting her head back to look at him.

And that was how Dean and Sam Winchester found them as they entered the motel room, arguing.

In seconds the brothers had pulled out some sort of weapon, aiming it at Clark.

“Look, I don’t know how you got in here asshole.” Dean growled, sawed off pointed at Clark’s head. “But if you don’t get away from her I swear I’ll--.”

“You’ll what? Shoot me?” Clark frowned at the brothers before turning to Chloe. “And these are the guys that you’re traveling with? Chloe? Do you really think it’s safe?”

“Chloe?” Sam asked, unsure, frowning at Clark. “You know this guy?”

“Guys, put the weapons down!” She did not need them shooting at Clark and realizing that their bullets did absolutely nothing. “This is Clark Kent, my best friend since high school!”

“And what?” Dean asked, not lowering his gun. “He decided he coincidentally would go on a road trip from Kansas to Illinois and accidentally found you here?”

“And what if I did?” Clark wanted to know.

“Dean!” Chloe hissed, getting up from Clark’s lap. “I invited him over! We were talking this morning on the phone after you and Sam left and I realized he was in the next city doing some work for his mother, Senator Kent. So I asked him to come over since I hadn’t been able to see him in months.”

Sam lowered his gun, but still didn’t seem too trusting.

Dean had yet to lower his sawed off.

Dean!” Chloe was rapidly losing her patience. “He crossed over the salt, okay? Now put the gun down!”

Looking around him to make sure that there wasn’t a break in the ring of salt around the motel room, Dean finally put down his gun, although he did so rather reluctantly. “I still don’t like the coincidence of him being here in Illinois around the same time we were.”

“Dude, just, chill.” Sam announced before turning to Clark. “Has Chloe told you what we do?”

Clark nodded.

“Good.” Sam declared. “So you’ll understand why we’re a bit, uh, suspicious.”

“Yeah, but you’re not suspicious enough.” Clark folded his arms over his muscular and sculpted chest. “What kind of protectors are you if you leave Chloe so vulnerable like this?”

“Clark!” Chloe’s eyes widened in horror, he wasn’t going to go mega-protective older-brother about her again, was he?

Dean glared at the other man and opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by his brother.

“Excuse me?” Sam bit out, the tolerance and patience he’d shown Clark since he’d realized he was a friend of Chloe’s vanishing immediately. “Who do you think you are, honestly? We’ve been taking care of Chloe for the last couple of months and--!”

“And I have been taking care of her most of her life!” Clark defended, voice deep and pissed, obviously this was bothering him more than he’d let known previously. “And while, yes, she tends to attract attackers of the unusual variety, I’ve had to protect and save her from evil people who were just that—people.”

Sam frowned, mouth closed.

A muscle jumped in Dean’s cheek.

“People,” Clark pointed around him at the ring of salt. “That that won’t keep out--people who prey on others because of their own evil and not because of any supernatural influences. God, you guys are so full of it, thinking that you’re the big experienced hunters and yet you’ve left Chloe alone and vulnerable all the time!”

“Watch your tongue buddy.” Dean took a menacing step forwards. “We mightn’t know Chloe as long as you did, and sure, we made a mistake thinking that the only evil out there came from Hell, but don’t insinuate that we don’t care about her or that her safety isn’t a very important issue for us!”

“Clark,” Chloe placed a hand on his shoulder and he turned to her, all confrontation gone.

“Yeah Chlo?”

“You’re an adorable idiot, you know that right?” She smiled at him before engulfing him in a tight hug, burying her face in his shirt and breathing in the scent of pure Kansas countryside as he hugged her back, resting his face in the crook of her neck.

“I’m just trying to protect you, Chlo.” Clark said softly. “I’ve come so close to losing you in the past, and you’ve been under my care. I—I don’t trust these guys and I don’t trust them to take proper care of you.”

“You make me sound like a pet.” Chloe laughed, pulling away slightly and grinning into his handsome face. “I’m going to be fine, Clark. Sam and Dean have been taking good care of me these last months…”

“Come back to Kansas.” He pleaded again. “I’ll protect you.”

“Whoa, wait just one minute!” Dean interrupted taking another step towards them. “Chloe isn’t going anywhere! She stays here with us! We’re her protectors now, and believe me, when that thing that’s after her finds her in your little farm, you’re not gonna be able to stop him from taking her.” He made a face, looking Clark over. “Kansas home-cooking can only do so much.”

“You’d be surprised.” Clark glared at Dean. “I’ve protected Chloe from the unusual before, and I can do so again.”

“Yeah, you might have handled the unusual before,” Sam spoke up, eyes harder and darker than Chloe had ever seen them. “But you’ve never handled the supernatural before—we have, and I refuse to lose someone else I care for to this bastard just because you have a savior’s complex, you got that?”

Dean turned and looked at his brother in surprise.

Chloe did too. Sam never mentioned the Jess-incident, not even vaguely.

Clark narrowed his eyes at Sam opening his mouth to say something obviously cutting.

But Sam spoke first. “Look, you were right, Dean and I were wrong to take for granted that the only danger Chloe would be in would be from the supernatural—I thank you for pointing out just how wrong we were—but don’t for one second that you can just come here and take her away. Chloe’s a part of this team, and our main priority is her safety.” He paused for a moment, a muscle jumping in his cheek. “I know she says that you’re her best friend, and I know how hard it is to let go of someone you’ve loved and protected for so long, but sometimes you just have to.”

Chloe and Dean shared a look between them, wondering how much of what Sam was saying to Clark was about Chloe, and how much it was about Jess.

No matter how much it was of either, this was remarkable progress in his recovery from that traumatic experience.

Clark frowned, blue eyes locked with Sam’s dark brown ones, and he seemed to be trying to figure the taller brother out. In the end he blinked in surprise and looked at Dean as well, before shaking his head and looking back at Chloe. “You know, Oliver was hoping that I’d convince you to come back.”

She grinned softly at Clark, knowing that this was his way of backing down gracefully. “Tell him he can live without me for a little longer.”

The brothers exchanged confused frowns.

“Bart might show up to check on you.” Clark warned. “And I wouldn’t be surprised if AC or Victor do as well. They’ll probably be ‘in the area’ and want to make sure that these two are taking care of you.”

Chloe’s smile brightened at the thought of ‘her boys’, who had really taken to her like a mother figure, and had proven to be possessive of her in the past. “Tell those boys that they’re gonna have to learn to share and play nice.” She paused. “I need them to stay away for right now, I don’t want them getting hurt.”

“Funny, AC said the same thing about not wanting you to get hurt.” Clark told her. “Then again, he is your ex boyfriend.”
Chloe wondered why Clark was letting out all of this information. Yes, AC and her had gotten together for a brief while when he’d first appeared in Smallville. He’d saved her from drowning, and along with Clark she’d saved him from Lex. The blonde had had to leave and they’d remained as friends, even when Aquaman returned with Oliver as part of the League. They’d decided that they weren’t meant to be more than close friends.

So why is Clark--?

And that was when she saw the look her best friend was giving her protectors. It was a very brotherly back-off aimed at what he inaccurately thought were two contenders for his ‘little sister’.

Chloe narrowed her eyes at Clark.

They are not interested in me! So stop humiliating me like this!

Chloe knew that if the boys realized the real reason Clark was being hostile with them Dean would burst out laughing saying how she so wasn’t his type, and Sam was assure Clark that he was still very much in love and in mourning over his dead girlfriend.

Can this get any more ego-deflating?

“Wait a second. Why are all of your stuff in this one room? With only one bed?” Clark frowned, suddenly realizing this little point, eyes going wide open. “Are you three--?”

CLARK!” Chloe went red in horror. He had not just said that!

“And what if we were?” Dean wanted to know. “Chloe’s a gorgeous woman, and I usually don’t share my women but I definitely make an exception for my brother.”

DEAN!” Sam looked just as red-faced as Chloe.

Chloe collapsed on the one bed, horrified, embarrassed, and promising herself that Dean and Clark were soooooo going to pay for this humiliation.

“Dude, look,” Sam turned to Clark. “We are not, uh, with Chloe.”

“But if we were, it wouldn’t be any of your business.” Dean seemed quite antagonistic with Clark.

Chloe glared at Dean.

“He’s crude,” Sam announced. “But right.”

Chloe glared at Sam. What was he saying? Hadn’t he been on her side?

“Chloe, walk me to the door.” Clark growled as he stormed out of the room.

“You two are so dead.” Chloe hissed at the boys before following her best friend out.


“Are they still talking?” Dean wanted to know from where he was sitting at the small table in the room, eyes on his father’s journal entries, a muscle jumping in his cheek violently.

Sam pulled across the curtain and looked down at Chloe and Clark in the parking lot below, who seemed to be having an animated argument, hands flying here and there, faces red, mouths moving a mile a minute. “Yeah.”

“What the hell could they be talking about that takes this long?” Dean asked as he snapped the journal shut and leaned forwards in his seat. “They’ve been down there for half an hour already--and who knows how long he was up in here--with FOOD!--talking and feeling her up like that while we were out?”

Sam let the curtain slide through his fingers and turned his back on the window, leaning against the wall next to it. “You think we were maybe a little too, uh, I don’t know?--defensive with him?”

“Of course not. She was on his friggin lap!” Dean growled. “He had his arms all over her!” He turned to the bed and sneered. “I’m calling room service to change those sheets. Who knows what happened while we were out.”

Sam frowned, turning to look out of the window again before stopping himself and leaning back against the wall again. “And what if something did happen while we were gone?”

Dean headed towards the phone attached to the bedside table immediately, mumbling darkly.

“Dean—Dean!” Sam was irritated and he didn’t really understand why. “Even if they did do something on that bed or whatever--it’s Chloe’s business, right? I mean, she’s a big girl, and it’s not any different than you when you go home with those blondes you like to pick up.”

“That is the single most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.” Dean announced sorely as he dialed the reception. “It’s a good thing that I got you to leave law school, because with reasoning like that you’d never win a case.”

Sam glared at his brother. “Dean! What I’m trying to say is that it shouldn’t bother us that Chloe has someone!”

“I don’t like him, Sammy!” Dean hung up the phone in agitation. “Didn’t you feel something off about him? He don’t feel human to me, and I don’t like nothing inhuman near Chloe—especially with the fact that we know that something inhuman is after her.”

Sam paused, relieved to finally have a reason for the dislike he’d felt almost instantaneously for Chloe’s ‘best friend’. “Well, I did feel something off, but I thought I must have been mistaken since he crossed over the salt.”

“Maybe he’s something we haven’t come across before--maybe dad hasn’t even come across before--that doesn’t have problems with salt.” Dean sat down on the bed, and then suddenly remembered his suspicions and jumped off of it with a sneer. “I don’t like the coincidences, Sam. He was coincidentally in the area when Chloe calls him and he comes over with home-cooked food? No. That sounds like premeditated to me.”

“True.” Sam nodded rapidly. “And he was really anxious to take Chloe away from us. I mean, take her back with him.”

“Exactly.” Dean went back to the little table and sat down, tapping his fingers against the wood as he spoke. “And what’s with the mentioning of these other guys and then the look he gave us?”

“The ‘back-off’ one?” Sam asked, going to sit next to his brother, leaning forwards on the table as they continued to build their theory concerning this Clark guy.

Exactly!”

“But what can we do about it?” Sam wanted to know. “Chloe and this Clark seemed to be close—really close—I don’t think she’s gonna be happy with us interfering in their relationship, and I don’t think she’s gonna buy the whole ‘Clark Kent mightn’t be human’ thingy.”

“What about the possibility that he might be human and possessed by a really high-leveled demon?” Dean pressed.

Sam sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Or, he’s an All-American boy who was in the right place at the right time and came over to see his best friend that he hasn’t seen in months and we’re just blowing things out of proportion.”

Dean snorted. “You’re forgetting the home-cooked meal. It completely blows the theory, lawyer-boy. Clark knew he was coming here, knew he was going to see Chloe, and that is not coincidental.”

Sam frowned. “You make a strong case.”

“’Course I do.” Dean suddenly grinned. “I betcha that if I’d gone to that fancy law school with you I’d have totally kicked your ass in court.”

Sam rolled his eyes in annoyance and amusement. “Jerk.”

“Bitch.” Dean grinned brighter.

Suddenly Sam frowned, folding his arms over his chest. “Look, like it or not, Clark made a point. Chloe isn’t safe here by herself. The salt doesn’t protect her from evil people. We’re gonna have to start taking her on our hunts with us.”

“Now I know you’re insane.” Dean snorted in wry amusement. “There’s no way that I’m letting gorgeous go on our hunts with us. She could get hurt, or worse, killed.”

“Then we teach her.” Sam responded, completely serious. “We train her like dad did us, and if you think about it, it’s the best way to protect her—teach her to protect herself.”

Dean frowned, realizing that there was a big grain of truth in that statement. “I don’t know, Sammy. What if she gets hurt?”

“I’m not ever going to let anything hurt Chloe.” Sam replied with a determined frown. “And I doubt you will either.”

“Damn straight.” Dean agreed. “The girl’s got a mouth a large as California and a temper like a poltergeist. She’s a smartass and can never let anyone else have the last word in an argument. She’s annoying as hell and because of her I have to sleep on the cold, hard floor every other night.” He then grinned. “I’d be completely bored if she wasn’t around anymore.”

Sam grinned and shook his head at his brother. “So we take her with us tonight to the asylum?”

Dean winced at the thought. “Yeah, we take her with us tonight.”

The brothers nodded at each other, decision made, before the silence weighed on them once more. They cleared their throats, Sam looking down at Chloe’s laptop and Dean drumming his fingers on the table, both clearing their throats every couple of minutes.

“She still talking to him?” Dean finally asked when the silence had stretched uncomfortably.

“Lemme check.” Sam rushed to his feet, heading towards the window and pulling away the curtain again, looking down in time to see Chloe hugging Clark goodbye. “It looks like they’re saying their goodbyes.”

Finally.” Dean snorted, grabbing his father’s journal once more and relaxing in his seat, browsing through the pages leisurely.

Sam watched as Chloe turned her back on Clark and began walking towards the outside staircase that would lead her to the room. For reasons that he couldn’t understand, Sam kept his eye on Clark, who was looking around him suspiciously.

And then, Clark was gone. He’d vanished in the blink of an eye.

Sam’s eyes widened as he stumbled back away from the window and the curtain dropped back into place. “Dean?”

“Hmm?” The sandy-blonde asked, eyes still on the journal.

“We have a problem."

Comments 
22nd-Sep-2008 05:59 pm (UTC)
Seriously, what is with the flippin' cliffhangers?!? Other than that, I completely love this chapter. The boys being all jealous of Clark was hilarious and you know I enjoyed Dean's "sharing with my brother" comment *grins* Can't wait to see Chloe in the asylum with the boys.
22nd-Sep-2008 06:09 pm (UTC)
*grins* glad you liked it (despite the cliffhangers and all), and I THOUGHT you'd enjoy that little comment!
22nd-Sep-2008 09:52 pm (UTC)
Love that they're plainly so jealous!! But I predict a problem with Clarks non-human status....uh oh
22nd-Sep-2008 11:23 pm (UTC)
Yeah, Dean doesn't know HOW true the 'something we haven't dealt with yet' part was!
23rd-Sep-2008 01:26 am (UTC)
LOL . loved the talk between chloe and clark . the way both sam and dean where jelousy of clark was priceless . the way sam saw clark superspeeding was priceless . PPMS
23rd-Sep-2008 01:38 am (UTC)
yay! So, all in all it was *priceless* ! That's good! :D
29th-Dec-2009 04:56 am (UTC)
Of course male egos must get in the way! It wouldn't be fun if it was made easy. I just wonder what the problem is that they have now. Should be fairly interesting to find out.
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