Title: Chloe's Supernatural
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.
The tension in the Impala as Sam drove and Dean sat in the front passenger’s seat, looking at a map and other information, was palpable. Chloe didn’t like how things were darkening between the brothers. They obviously loved each other, but their stark differences, their arguments over their father, the residue tension from what’d happened in the Roosevelt Asylum--everything was weighing down on them.
And John Winchester’s phone call earlier that day hadn’t helped things at all. He’d spoken briefly to each of the boys, but it’d been enough to prove that he truly was above his game. Not only had he found out about Jess’ death and Chloe’s journeying with the boys—something he wouldn’t explain how he knew—but he’d finally figured out what it was that’d killed his wife, and ultimately, had killed Jess.
It was a demon.
A demon had taken Sam and Dean’s mom away from them just as one had done to Chloe. At least though Dean and Sam knew that their mother was dead, Chloe on the other hand had only discovered through her many conversations with the boys that her mother had been possessed when she’d disappeared.
Unless John suddenly wanted to have a heart-to-heart with Chloe and tell her what’d happened after he’d rushed after the possessed Moira Sullivan Chloe would never know if her mother was alive or if she was dead.
And it was the not-knowing that was the worst.
I hate not knowing something.
Chloe closed her eyes and sighed.
Getting back on topic, once Sam had realized that his father was closing in on the demon that’d killed both his mother and girlfriend he’d wanted to know where his father was to help him, but John had told him no, that it was too dangerous and that there was much more to stake here than they knew.
Considering that he’d left them practically in the dark, well, that wasn’t surprising.
Instead of telling them where he was, John gave the boys a set of names and then ended the call by telling them to look after Chloe, that he wasn’t exactly sure how she fit into all of this, but he believed she did.
That, of course, had only added to the tension that already existed between the brothers.
“Alright,” Sam broke into the silence. “The names dad gave us, they’re all couples?”
“Yep.” Dean nodded, looking over the information. “Three different couples--they all went missing.”
“And they’re all from different towns?” Sam asked, clearly confused about something. “Different states?”
“That’s right. You’ve got Washington, New York, Colorado—and each couple took a road trip cross-country and none of them arrived at their destination.” Dean turned and looked at his brother. “None of them were heard from again.”
“Why is your dad sure that this is one of our types of cases?” Chloe asked from the backseat as she logged into her email account, surprised to see so many email messages waiting for her. “This is a big country and people disappear all of the time.”
“True, but there’s something in common with these couples.” Dean explained. “Each of their routes took them to the same place in Indiana, always on the second week of April, one year after another after another.”
Sam paused. “This is the second week of April.”
“Which explains why John called us about the hunt now.” Chloe murmured as she wondered whose email to open first. “Your dad’s sending us to Indiana to hunt and kill whatever it is that’s killing these couples before another one vanishes.”
“Yahtzee.” Dean nodded, eyes on the information on his lap that their father had given them over the phone. “Can you imagine putting together a pattern like this? I mean—just think of all the different obits dad had to go through.” He shook his head. “The man’s a master.”
Chloe rolled her eyes and clicked on Oliver’s email, watching as the message came up on the full screen.
Haven’t seen or heard from you in a while. I understand why you’ve been away but you know a phone call now and then won’t hurt. I know that that goes both ways and that I haven’t exactly been burning up my phone bill either, but things have been pretty complicated during the last couple of months, as I’m sure Clark has let you know.
Something our mutual friend has let everyone in our little ‘club’ know is that he doesn’t exactly trust the guys that you’re traveling with. He says that they seem unpredictable and he doesn’t think they’re taking good care of you.
Now, Sidekick, I don’t like the sound of that, so I’m going to be checking up on you personally very soon, be expecting me to popup at any time.
Have to go, Bart’s raiding the fridge again and I just restocked.
Chloe smiled as she shook her head at her friend and sometimes-boss before sending him a quick reply telling him that he didn’t need to check up on her, that the boys were not half as bad as Clark in his protectiveness had probably painted them.
She finished the email and sent it off.
“What are you doing?”
The blonde looked up at the confusion in Dean’s voice and only then did she realize that Sam had pulled off on the side of the road. “Did we get a flat or something?”
“No.” Sam’s voice was tense. “We’re just not going to Indiana.”
“Huh?” Chloe frowned, closing the lid of her laptop and placing it on the seat besides her, leaning forwards between the two front seats and turning to Sam. “Why not?”
“What are you talking about?” Dean wanted to know from behind Chloe.
“We’re going to California.” Sam announced, jaw tense, eyes on the road ahead of them. “Dad called from a payphone, it was a Sacramento area code.”
“Sam…” Dean started.
“Dean.” Sam cut in, turning to look at his brother. “If this demon killed mom and Jess and dad’s closing in on it--we’ve got to be there to help.”
“Dad doesn’t want our help.”
“I don’t care.” Sam responded.
Dean narrowed his eyes at his brother. “He’s given us an order.”
“I don’t care.” Sam repeated, eyes narrowed as well.
Dean’s expression was shock as he tilted his head slightly.
Chloe, feeling that this was a matter between the brothers, slid back into the backseat, feeling awkward and uncomfortable to have to listen to something that was obviously family business.
“We don’t always have to do what he says!” Sam exclaimed.
“Sam, dad is asking us to work jobs, to save lives—it’s important.” Dean was obviously losing his patience with his younger brother.
“I understand that—believe me I do.” Sam hurriedly assured. “But I’m talking one week here man, to get answers—to get revenge.”
Dean closed his eyes for a moment and took in a deep breath before turning to his brother once more. “Look, I know how you feel--.”
“Do you?” Sam countered, emotion thick in his voice. He shook his head and chuckled, but it was a sad sound. “How old were you when mom died? Four? Jess died six months ago.” He paused for a second to let that information sink in. “How the hell would you know how I feel?”
“Dad said it wasn’t safe, for any of us.” Dean seemed unaffected by Sam’s remark. “He obviously knows something that we don’t, so if he says to stay away we stay away!”
“I don’t understand the blind faith you have in the man.” Sam shook his head in disgust. “I mean—it’s like you don’t even question him!”
“Yes, Sam, it’s called being a good son.” Dean finally snapped back.
Sam glared at his brother before opening the car door and getting out, slamming the door shut behind him.
“God.” Dean growled as got out of the car as well and followed Sam to the now open trunk of the Impala. “You’re a selfish bastard, you know that? You just do whatever you want. You don’t care what anybody thinks.”
Since the lid of the trunk was open it blocked the back mirror, so Chloe couldn’t see the brothers, but she could hear them easily.
“Is that what you really think?” Sam asked.
Sam scoffed. “Well, this selfish bastard is going to California.” The trunk was slammed down and that was when Chloe realized in horror that Sam had taken his things out and had turned to leave—was already beginning to walk away.
Chloe threw the door open and stumbled out of the car in her haste. “Sam!”
He froze in mid-step, back still to them, and wouldn’t look back.
“Don’t worry gorgeous, he’s not seriously going to go.” Dean told her. “He’s just being a bitch right now.”
“I am going to California.” And Sam said that with so much conviction that Chloe believed him, her heart falling to the pit of her stomach as she looked at his back in the dark of the night, watched him standing there, holding his duffle bag and computer bag, ready to walk away from them.
“Sam?” She whispered.
“It’s the middle of the night.” Dean called to his brother. “Hey, I’m taking off and I’m leaving your ass, you hear me?”
Sam finally turned and shrugged. “That’s what I want you to do.”
The brothers looked at each other in silence, countless emotions rushing over their features before Dean suddenly broke eye-contact and turned away. “Goodbye Sam.” Pulling out the keys from the trunk he headed towards the driver’s side and with one last look at his brother, he got in.
That left Chloe and Sam standing alone in the dark, empty highway, looking at each other in silence.
“Sam?” Chloe whispered, hating the fact that her eyes were filling with unshed tears as she stood there, not knowing what she was asking him but asking him it all the same.
Sam gave her a small smile. “I have to go, Chloe. The most important thing for me right now is to find the demon that ruined my life and get revenge for Jess--for mom.” His gaze shot to the Impala when the engine roared to life, before his gaze returned to Chloe. “I can’t stay here. I can’t.”
“I know.” The blonde whispered.
She didn’t remember moving but suddenly she was propelling forwards into his arms, burying her face in his shirt and crying as his arms went around her, his heat enveloping her body protectively as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
“I’m going to be fine, Chlo.” Sam whispered against her hair, hugging her tighter to him, his voice cracking suspiciously. “I’m going to find dad and help him kill that son of a bitch whether he wants me help or not. And then I’m going to come back, okay?”
She nodded against his shirt but didn’t trust her voice enough to speak.
“And it’s not like I’m going to disappear off the map or anything.” Sam chuckled hoarsely. “I mean, I’ll keep in contact by phone and we’ll chat or email.”
“Daily.” She murmured, voice slightly muffled as she spoke into his shirt.
“’Course.” Sam agreed, and when she pulled away enough so that they were looking into each others eyes, he smiled slightly as his thumb wiped away at the tears staining her face. “Just take care of Dean for me, okay?”
“Of course.” Chloe nodded, pulling away completely and hugging herself, feeling a little silly for having thrown herself at him like that. “You take care of yourself as well, okay?”
He nodded. “Go on, you guys have a lot of driving to do.”
Chloe cleared her throat, took in a deep breath and nodded. “You’re right.” Turning her back on him and getting back into the car—this time the side passenger’s seat—was a hard thing to do, but she did it.
“Was wondering whether you were staying or leaving too.” Dean admitted as he took off, shifting the car into a higher gear and speeding away, eyes on the road ahead of them.
Putting on her seatbelt, Chloe turned and looked at Dean, studying his face. Anyone who didn’t know him would think that he didn’t really care that his brother had just walked out and left him, but Chloe knew better. She noticed the hurt in his eyes and the manly pride that kept him from admitting it.
For Dean Winchester, family was his top priority, and for him, this was the second time that Sam had walked out and left him alone without apparently caring that he’d done so.
If there was one thing Dean Winchester truly feared--it was being alone…
…Just like her.
Smiling sadly, Chloe surprised them both by placing her hand above his on the gear stick. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Dean tensed in surprise before turning to look at her and blinking, clearing his throat and relaxing under her touch as he returned his attention to the road.
Neither of them spoke much after that, nor did they comment when sometime during the long drive their fingers threaded together while Metallica serenaded them into the night.
When Chloe woke up she was sleeping in a soft, comfy bed. She smiled and stretched, yawning, not very surprised. Whenever they’d find a motel while she was asleep in the Impala the boys would usually just pick her up and transfer her to the bed instead of waking her up.
Dean must have done it.
Thoughts of Dean led to thoughts of Sam, and thoughts of Sam reminded her what’d happened the night before.
I wonder how he is. Maybe I should call him.
As if having read her mind, her cellular rung from where it was placed on the nightstand. Chloe reached over, picked it up and smiled when she saw the caller ID. Flipping the lid open, she pressed it to her ear.
“Hey Chlo.” The brunette Winchester sounded in better spirits this morning. “How are you?”
“I’m in a nice warm bed,” she yawned, sitting up and looking around the motel room for the first time since waking up. “And I think this has got to be the nicest place I’ve stayed in since traveling with you guys.”
“Oh.” Sam cleared his throat. “So where are you guys?”
“Well, if we’re where Dean and I decided all three couples crossed through on their road trips we should be in a small town called Burkitsville.” Chloe announced as she got out of bed and went to the bathroom, admiring the stenciling on the tiles. “Gosh, this place is nice.”
“You make it sound as if we usually take you to dumps.” Sam laughed.
“Sam, you guys do usually take me to dumps.” Chloe replied truthfully, grimacing at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess and the side of her face had the imprint of the pillow. “Did you get any sleep?”
“Nah. I just walked.” Sam answered. “I was talking to this girl who was hitchhiking as well, but not for long because she got a ride and I didn’t—and she thought I might be some killer-freak because I was hitchhiking.”
Chloe raised an eyebrow, rubbing her cheek to try and get rid of the pillow print. “But wasn’t she hitchhiking?”
“My point exactly.”
The blonde shook her head and laughed.
“Well, uh, I see a car in the distance. I’m going to try and hitch a ride to the bus station in the next town.” Sam spoke. “I’ll call you when I get there, okay?”
“Okay. Bye.” Hanging up, Chloe put away her cellular and went to bathe. When she finished she changed into fresh clothes and checked on her other emails. There was one from Clark saying about how things were going for him in Met U, one from Pete telling her how things were great in the home in Lawrence and how nothing ‘weird’ had happened since she’d left; there was even one from Lois saying how Lucy and some of her ‘snobby bitches’ of friends had come to spend the long weekend and how things were getting worse and worse with her father, a retired general who was miserable and had a tempered that could get violent at times.
And, surprisingly enough, the last email was from Lana.
I’m sorry for not talking to you sooner, but as Clark has probably already told you, I left Smallville and dropped out of Met U. I just needed some time alone, you know? To get over Clark and get my life together.
I love him so much but I can’t live with this huge secret he won’t tell me, and I need to be away from him if I’m ever going to truly be able to get over him and move on.
So, I’m staying in a small town called River Grove right now. It reminds me somewhat of Smallville, and the people are nice--I study at the community college and work in a gift shop, and board with a friend I met here.
The place is lovely, but I miss you guys so terribly--especially you, Chloe. You turned out to be my only true friend, and I don’t want us to be distant any more.
I’m sorry for how I’ve behaved--and I hope that you’ll come and visit me. I miss how close we used to be.
Your repentant friend,
Chloe paused as she read Lana’s letter, not exactly sure how to reply. She wanted to write back not to worry, that things were the same between them and that she still loved her as the sister she’d never had--but would that be the truth?
Sure, Chloe still loved Lana, she was happy she was fine and yes, she wanted to visit her and know for sure that she was okay, but it wasn’t going to be the same.
It might never be.
And yet Lana had done a first and made the first step for reconciliation, and Chloe wasn’t going to let their differences in the past keep them from moving forwards.
So with that in mind, she wrote Lana back.
She was finished with her emails and reading up the information John Winchester had given them about the couples by the time Dean arrived with hot coffee and muffins. “Hey. I love this motel.”
He smiled brightly at her, kicking the door closed behind him. “Thought you would.” Passing her her cup and muffin, Dean sat down on the bed next to her. “I got us a one bed room because I thought, since Sammy isn’t here we should make the best of it, right? If couples are the ones disappearing maybe we should play a couple, maybe we’ll figure something out.”
Chloe took a sip of the coffee and moaned at the wonderful taste. “I haven’t seen outside of this motel room and yet I’m in love with this place.” She turned and smiled at Dean. “And your plan? Ingenious.”
“Well, thank you.” He grinned before clearing his throat and looking down at his muffin. “Have you, uh, heard from Sam?”
Chloe smiled at Dean. “Yeah, he called me a little while ago, said he was trying to hitch a ride to the next town so he could get to the bus station.”
Dean sighed, tearing a chunk out of his muffin and throwing it into his mouth, chewing it as if it’d done something against him before swallowing. “He’s gonna get himself hurt, Chloe.” The sandy-blonde whispered. “I heard dad’s voice, he was frightened, and if there’s something out there that can frighten my father…”
“Sam’s gonna be alright.” Chloe reached out and placed her hand in Dean’s again, smiling slightly when he didn’t grow tense with her touch, but closed his fingers over her much smaller hand. “You and your daddy taught him everything he needs to survive. He’ll make you two proud, I’m sure of it.”
Dean smiled softly and turned to look at her. “Thanks Chloe.” He paused. “For everything. For listening to me when I needed to talk, for being there for Sam when he was acting all Emo because of Jessica, for putting up with us bitching like old women, and for, well, for staying.”
She squeezed his hand and reached forwards, pressing a kiss against his cheek. “I told you, I’m not going anywhere. You and Sam, you’re closer than family for me right now, and I don’t plan on leaving.”
Dean cleared his throat and looked down at his muffin.
Chloe smiled at how embarrassed Dean got during moments of true emotion. He was like a little kid who didn’t know what to do or how to react, and unlike Sammy he hadn’t had much experience with people, hadn’t had someone like Jess to show him that emotion could be a good thing.
I’m going to have to work on you, Dean Winchester.
Taking another sip of her divine coffee, Chloe sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder. “Have you asked around about the last couple, the Parkers?”
“Yeah.” Dean’s voice was odd, as if he was finding it hard to speak, and he cleared his throat roughly. “Uh, I asked around at the bakery and coffee shop, and I asked some other people—showed the missing people’s fliers you got off of the Internet. Everyone who I’ve shown it to says that they’d never seen the Parkers before.”
“But you don’t believe them.” Chloe didn’t need to see Dean’s face to know this, she could hear it in his voice.
“No, they were all bright-eyed and friendly until I showed them those posters and then they grew more wary.” Dean admitted. “Sure, it was really subtle and anyone else wouldn’t have noticed it, but I’m used to looking for the signs, you know?”
“Maybe I should ask around.” Chloe declared suddenly. “They mightn’t find a young woman suspicious, you know? Most people let their guards down while around me. They might talk or ‘remember’.”
“Or they might just do with you whatever they did to the other couple.”
Chloe pulled away and frowned at Dean. “You think the townspeople themselves somehow did something to the couples that disappeared?”
Dean paused. “Or they know what happened and just aren’t saying anything.”
“But why wouldn’t they say something?” Chloe questioned as they dined on their muffins and coffee.
“Fear, maybe?” Dean shrugged. “All I know is that this town is too nice in my opinion. Way too Stepford.”
Chloe grinned. “Are you telling me you watched that movie?”
Dean’s eyes widened. “This is something we will never mention again…ever.”
She giggled as she slugged his arm playfully. “I bet you watch Oprah on the sly too, don’t you?”
He was blushing.
Honest to God blushing. “Yeah, well, what would be so wrong with that?”
She threw her head back and laughed freely before finishing her muffin, deciding to let him off the hook. “So, Mr. Winchester, who are we going to ask about the Parkers next?”
He grinned, looking relieved at the change in topic. “Well, Mrs. Winchester, I was thinking maybe we should try the general store and gas station. If the Parkers were passing through here like we think, they would have most probably stopped to fill up their tank.” Dean reasoned. “I say our story should be that we’re newly married and passing through, just visiting a few places we know our old buddies the Parkers went through before they disappeared.”
“Good reasoning, Watson.”
“Dude,” Dean sent her an amused glance. “I am so Sherlock Holmes. You’re Watson.”
“Dream on, Winchester.” Chloe grinned as they got up and left the room to go ask around about the Parkers. “Dream on.”