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
They hadn’t spent more than a couple of minutes in Smallville because Dean was anxious to get to Missouri and help Cassie. Ever since he’d gotten that phone call the elder Winchester had been irritated, jumpy, and hadn’t really been on his nicest behavior when they’d gotten to Chloe’s father’s home and gotten a glare from Gabe Sullivan.
It’d been a tense reunion, especially since Gabe’d done his best to convince Chloe to stay behind for that mission and just stay with him and Lois because he ‘missed her’. Dean hadn’t needed to be a mind reader to realize that her father just didn’t like him and Sam and wanted to try and keep his daughter away from them, and that irritated him only more.
He’d only managed to keep himself from sneering smugly at the man when Chloe had firmly told him that she was going to go with them on the road and that her place was by their side. He knew that he was being an ass and in no was he endearing himself to her father, but Dean just didn’t care right now. He had two things on his mind.
And keep Chloe with them.
Mission 2 had been successful, but as they now drove through Cassie’s hometown in Missouri, he felt his stomach hurting him. He felt queasy too. Surprisingly enough, it wasn’t because he was excited to see her, actually, as they got closer and closer to where she worked, Dean kept sending discreet glances through the rearview mirror at Chloe as she typed innocently on the keyboard of her laptop, grinning at whoever it was she was chatting to this time.
Nope, he wasn’t excited to see Cassie at all…quite on the contrary, he was dreading it more and more with each passing moment.
Maybe Chloe shouldn’t have come with them for this mission--but Dean knew that he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on helping Cassie if he was constantly worried and wondering abut Chloe, so he had to admit that this was the best thing he could have done given the situation.
This wasn’t going to be comfortable.
“So, you mind finally telling us exactly who this Cassie is before we’re thrown headfirst into this?” Sam asked from the front passenger’s seat, eyebrow raised.
“I told you already.” Dean gritted his teeth. “She’s an old friend.”
“Right.” Sam’s face was that of unbelief. “Because everyone knows how many girls you keep around as good ol’ platonic buddies.”
Dean closed his eyes for a second and took in a deep breath, trying to calm down his nervous anger. “Okay—okay. So maybe we had a short thing once upon a time.”
He looked at Chloe through the rearview mirror a moment too late to notice the way her body tensed at that. By the time he’d look she’d already schooled her expression into casual disinterest.
“A thing?” Sam raised an eyebrow at his brother. “As in more than a one night stand?” He blinked in genuine shock. “You actually do that sort of thing?”
Dean began counting one to ten silently to try and keep his temper in check.
“Wait.” Sam suddenly announced, eyes narrowing. “How does this ex-fling of yours know what we do?” When all he got was silence, the brunette’s eyes widened in horror. “You told her.” He shook his head, eyes narrowing once more. “You told her. I can’t believe it!” He threw his hands in the air. “What is the number one family rule? We keep our private and business life separate and secret! I was with Jess for a whole year keeping this hidden from her and you told someone you had ‘a short thing’ with?!”
“We’re here.” Dean didn’t know whether he was relieved or not as they pulled up outside the small building.
“She works at a newspaper?” Chloe’s voice was soft and tinted with something Dean didn’t exactly like.
He turned and looked back at her as her green eyes were trained on the sign on the building that said the Lothorio Tribune. Chloe’s expression was pinched, her eyes questioning and looking slightly hurt for some reason.
Dean frowned slightly, wondering what the deal with Cassie being a journalist meant to Chloe.
‘Chloe had this whole life before you and Sam.’ Lois Lane’s voice sounded in his head. ‘She was this up-and-coming investigative reporter.’
The sandy-blonde closed his eyes slightly with a silent groan. How could he have forgotten that? Obviously bringing Chloe here would bring up old memories of her life before Sam and him had come and turned everything upside down.
Good going, Winchester.
Uncomfortable, wondering if bringing Chloe on this mission would somehow only manage to bring a wedge between them instead of keeping them close despite her father’s attempts, the elder brother realized that this was going to be a turning point in their friendship—he just hoped it wasn’t a bad one.
Sighing, Dean turned back in his seat and got out of the Impala, looking at the newspaper with sudden distaste. He didn’t want to do this, didn’t want to bring Chloe into contact with Cassie, didn’t want to bring himself into contact with Cassie--but he’d loved her once, had thought of maybe leaving the ‘job’ for her, had thought that she was ‘the one’.
He owed her this, and Dean Winchester paid all of his debts.
Chloe and Sam’s doors slammed shut and with a breath to prepare himself for the unknown, Dean started towards the front door, feeling his brother and the woman he was slowly admitting to himself he cared for more than he'd thought possible walking close behind.
As they entered the building, the first thing they heard was Cassie, she was standing with a tall, older dark man, and glaring at a smaller white man.
“People are dying out there, McElroy!” Cassie, thin, attractive, with smooth dark skin and darker curls that fell wildly around her face, placed her hands on her narrow hips and glared at the white man. “First my father and then Jerome? There’s a killer out there and you won’t let me run the article?”
The older white man, obviously the editor, took in a deep, long-suffering sigh. “Listen, Cassie, I understand that this is personal for you, and I cannot let you know how sad I am for your loss, but your father ran off of a road. He wasn’t killed. The same thing happened to Jerome. You have to learn to let go.”
Cassie clenched her fists tightly. “My father didn’t run off the road, he was hit from behind! Jerome too!”
“Leonard.” The tall black man tried entreating. “That’s two black men who have died in the same stretch of highway in the same in the last two weeks.”
“And it’s a tragedy, I know that Jimmy.” McElroy seemed genuinely sorry.
“She even has a Jimmy.” Chloe whispered softly to herself.
Dean raised an eyebrow at that and turned from the confrontation to send the pretty blonde a questioning look, but Chloe’s eyes were on Cassie and the confrontation.
“I’m sorry.” McElroy shook his head as he left Cassie and Jimmy at Cassie’s desk.
Jimmy and Cassie exchanged looked.
Dean cleared his throat. It was time to get this over and done with.
Cassie turned at the sound and her eyes widened, a soft smile touching her face. “Dean.” Walking towards them she opened her arms and threw herself at him in a hug Dean awkwardly returned.
Clearing his throat, the sandy-blonde pulled out of the hug and looked at the woman he’d once seen himself living the rest of his life with. “I’m sorry about your father, Cass.”
She smiled sadly. “Thanks.” Her brown eyes went behind him to Sam and Chloe, looking curious as she stepped around Dean to get a better look at them. “I see you travel with other people now. Where’s your dad?”
“He’s busy.” Sam answered, pushing his hands into his jacket’s pockets. “So, Dean said that you thought this might be of interest to us?”
Dean’s eyes widened in surprise and he motioned towards Jimmy discreetly.
“Cassie told me all about your, uh, job.” The much older man announced agreeably. “So you don’t have to be all secretive around me.”
“Jimmy here works with me here at the Tribune,” Cassie nodded. “He believes like I do that something unnatural is happening here.”
“Unnatural doesn’t mean supernatural.” Chloe announced, looking around the Tribune slowly, taking in the sound of fingers typing rapidly against keyboards before returning her gaze squarely on Cassie’s face. “Cannibalism is unnatural, but that doesn’t mean that everyone who eats human flesh out there is connected to the supernatural. Some are just really mentally disturbed people." She waited a second for that to sink in before continuing. "What makes you think that somethingsupernatural is involved in this case?”
A muscle ticked in Cassie’s cheek. “All the cars have been run off at the same stretch of highway, and all were being driven by black men. It’s been raining the last two weeks in which the accidents have happened, and while there are always only one set of tire tracks in the mud afterwards, the back of each of the cars have damage as if something large had rammed into them multiple times.”
Dean raised an eyebrow as he looked between Chloe and Cassie. He sent a discreet ‘what the hell is going on?’ look in Sam’s direction only to realize that his brother looked just as interested in the womanly exchange.
“What have the police determined?” Chloe asked. “Have they been able to find anything in the back of the--.”
“Look.” Cassie broke in tersely. “I don’t know who you are, but I’m the top investigative journalist here.” She motioned around the small town newspaper building. “I think I have a little better idea than you do on how to investigate and things.” She made a face. “Who are you anyway?”
Chloe’s eyes narrowed. “Chloe Sullivan.”
The name didn’t register with Cassie, but it did with Jimmy.
The older man’s eyes widened as he took a step towards her. “Chloe Sullivan?” He didn’t seem to notice that everyone was looking at him oddly. “The Daily Planet’s young star reporter, Chloe Sullivan?”
Chloe’s face suddenly broke into a smile. “Well, I don’t know about star reporter, but that is me.”
Jimmy smiled largely as well. “I can’t believe it, it’s a pleasure to meet you in person.” He shook her hand fervently. “This is embarrassing to admit like some school girl, but I’m a big fan. I’ve followed your work closely and that article you wrote that got you a nomination for the Pulitzer last year? It was brilliant. You deserved to have gotten the prize.”
Chloe blushed prettily, looking a bit embarrassed. “Yes, well, Mark deserved the prize in the end. Anyway, I’m still fairly young--.”
“The youngest reporter to ever be nominated for the award.” Jimmy nodded, continuing to shake her hand. “It’s an honor to meet you in person, really it is.”
Dean was in shock.
He knew enough to know that getting nominated for a Pulitzer was a big deal--and the fact that Chloe had almost won was awing.
He smiled at her as she answered some of Jimmy’s questions about her last article—the one Dean hadn’t even known she’d written while with them.
Honestly, their girl was amazing.
The look he sent in Sam’s direction showed that Sam was smiling proudly at Chloe as well, probably thinking the same thing.
“Well, as interesting as talking to you is,” Chloe smiled, looking more comfortable as she turned to a suddenly silent Cassie. “We’re here because you need help.” She looked around the room. “And don’t you have a place that’s a little more quiet and private? I don’t know about here, but in the Daily Planet it’s really competitive and everyone knows that reporters and journalists are insanely curious by nature and I think you’d want to keep your colleagues as in the dark about this subject as possible.”
Cassie looked at Chloe in silence for a moment, looked at Dean and Sam, and then returned her gaze to Chloe. “You’re right.”
And Dean didn’t miss the victorious glint in Chloe’s eyes at that.
He raised an eyebrow.
What female silent war were they doing right now that Chloe had apparently won?
Really, women were way too cunning and sneaky in their methods for men to be able to keep up with them.
Shaking his head, Dean followed Cassie as she motioned for them to follow her out of the small building.
Chloe felt like a mean bitch.
Honestly, she wasn’t normally like this, but for some reason with Cassie she’d just gone on the defensive, and when she’d seen the shock in Cassie’s eyes when Jimmy had said who she was, and saw the superior attitude drain out of the very attractive dark woman, Chloe had shifted to the offensive, and had been playing it throughout the whole meeting at Cassie’s home, which she shared with her mother.
What the blonde couldn’t understand was why she let Cassie rub her the wrong way. Usually Chloe was good at ignoring people with feelings of superiority and everything, but with Cassie she’d just wanted to knock the girl off the “I’m-the-best-reporter-of-a-no-reputation-small-town-newspaper-and-you-are-below-me” pedestal that she’d placed herself on.
The girl just lost her father--she’s supposed to act out.
Sighing, Chloe listened in silence as Jimmy and Cassie explained to them about the phantom truck that Cassie’s father had said he’d seen ‘following him’ weeks before his ‘accident’.
“My mother’s been shook-up ever since.” Cassie whispered from where she sat on the loveseat with Jimmy, looking so sad it made Chloe feel guilty. “She won’t talk to anyone about it, and she barely leaves her room anymore.”
“Do you think she’d let me talk to her and ask her some questions?” Dean asked.
“No.” Cassie shook her head. “She only really talks to me now, and if I try to bring it up she closes up on me and won’t speak for the rest of the time I’m with her.”
Chloe’s gaze went to the mantle and she saw a picture of Cassie and her parents. Her father was a good-looking dark man and her mother was an attractive redhead with blue eyes.
No wonder Cassie had come out so pretty—both of her parents had some unique attractiveness to them.
“It’s amazing how this place hasn’t changed one bit.” Dean announced suddenly as he looked around.
“Yeah,” Cassie smiled tenderly at him. “You used to almost live over here, remember? Dad used to say that you were the son he always wanted.” She giggled. “Remember how he and John would get together and play dominoes or poker in the nights and accuse each other of cheating every single game they played?” Cassie reached forwards and placed her hand over Dean’s. “My daddy loved you so much.”
“Yeah, I liked him too.” Dean smiled at Cassie.
While my dad hates your guts... Chloe stewed silently from where she sat in between Sam and Dean on the sofa, decidedly not looking at the hand Cassie had on Dean’s.Stupid alien filling his head up with dumb ideas.
As if sensing that she was insecure and feeling out of place, Sam’s arm went around her shoulder and pulled her slightly towards him.
Chloe turned to him in surprise and then smiled, leaning her head against his chest as they rearranged their position a little on the sofa, her arm slung casually around his chest, both missing the surprised and then pleased look Cassie sent in their direction.
Dean, on the other hand, cleared his throat and pulled his hand from under Cassie’s, standing up. “It’s getting late. We should probably be looking for a motel room.”
Sam and Chloe shared a look before standing up as well, the blonde trying not to admit how relieved she was of the thought of getting out of this house and away from Cassie.
“Why don’t you guys stay here?” Cassie stood rapidly.
“No.” Dean said almost as rapidly. “We’ll be at the motel, if you need anything, just call us.”
A strange emotion crossed over Cassie’s eyes but she blinked and it was gone. “Okay.”
“I should probably be going too.” Jimmy sighed as he got up.
They walked to their respective cars and headed in different directions, Jimmy to his home slightly outside of town, Chloe, Dean and Sam heading to the motel in town.
No one would find out until later the next day that Jimmy never made it to his destination.
“What do you mean it’s all you have?” Sam asked, eyes wide, face slightly red. “We’re three people.”
The cranky owner of the only motel glared at him from behind the desk. “I told you. Some bus filled with jap tourists traveling all over the states are occupying all the other rooms. That’s the only room we have unavailable.”
Dean sighed, shaking his head. “We’re gonna have to take Cassie up on her offer.”
“No, we won’t.” Chloe announced, voice tense as she suddenly jerked the key from the owner’s hands. “We’ll take it.”
Sam turned and looked at Chloe in surprise. “Uh, Chloe--?”
“Pay the man.” She ordered, marching towards the room.
The man looked after her with a smirk. “Reminds me of my Matilda. Pretty, but bossy as hell.”
“You don’t know the half of it.” Dean groaned as he pulled out his credit card.
The brothers checked themselves in, grabbed their things from the Impala, and made their way to the room they’d rented, opening the door and going inside, eyeing the one, King-sized bed. Apparently this was what the owner had called the Special Room, and Sam REALLY didn’t know what usually went on in this room to give it that name.
Chloe emerged from the bathroom, body wrapped in a towel, hair wet and clinging to her face, steam rising from her wet, glistening, pale body.
He sent a look in Dean’s direction and saw his brother eyeing Chloe with eyes as wide as saucers.
The blonde paused as she looked at them, probably realizing that this was the first time that they’d ever seen her with so little on, but then she cleared her throat and went towards Sam, taking her bag from him. “Forgot before I began bathing that I hadn’t taken my stuff out.” She admitted, throwing her bag onto the bed and turning to them. “You guys should go bathe while there’s still some hot water.”
“Sammy, you go first.” Dean announced, his voice odd. “I’m think some cold water won’t hurt me at this stage.”
Sam’s eyes widened and he turned to Dean in surprise, glad that Chloe had turned her back on them and was rummaging through her clothes in her bag, obviously not having heard Dean’s little comment.
“I, uh,” with no comment, Sam shook his head and went to the bed as well, putting his bag on it and looking for some clothes to change into after bathing.
Dean could be heard choking behind them, and Sam only then realized that Chloe was bending over checking her things, which probably meant that the bottom of her towel was riding dangerously high on the back of her thighs, unknowingly giving Dean a peak of forbidden territory.
Sam turned to give her some sort of hint, but then his eyes widened as he realized that with the bending, and with his position checking for his clothes as well, he was being given a spectacular view of cleavage that seemed about to burst from the confines of the towel.
He gulped, trying to remember what he’d turned to her for in the first place and not coming up with anything as he just contented himself to continue admiring her.
The towel began to slip slightly and right before it could fall undone, Chloe quickly grabbed it, pulling it tighter against her, face red.
Sam tore his gaze from her quickly and closed his eyes tightly, bringing his bag against him in an attempt to hide the painful effect seeing her had had upon him. “Uh, Dean, you know what? You should go next.”
“No—no, you next.” Dean insisted.
With big jersey with the name KENT on the back and an underwear in hand, Chloe raised her eyebrow at them before shaking her head and heading towards the bathroom to dry off and change out of the towel.
The moment the bathroom door closed the brothers turned to each other, finger pointed accusingly, and hissed. “You were checking her out!” They then blinked at each other and hissed once more in union. “No I wasn’t!”
The Winchesters glared at each other, fingers still pointed.
“Look,” Sam was the first to back down, running a hand through his silky hair. “You were checking her out dude,” he hurriedly continued before Dean could deny that. “And so was I.”
Dean’s mouth, which had been opened with a hot denial on the tip of his tongue, remained open for a surprised second before he swiftly closed it and cleared his throat, looking somewhat uncomfortable. “Uh, yeah, so I guess we were both checking her out.”
“I like her, Dean.” Sam admitted. “And I know you do too. Hell, I think everyone’s realized we like Chloe. You heard Lois, even her dad realizes it.”
“Can I just point out how awkward I find that?” The elder brother asked as Chloe began singing loudly and out of tune in the bathroom as she continued to change.
“Duly noted.” Sam nodded his agreement to that. “I—I just don’t want the fact that you like her and I like her cause you and me to have problems with each other.” He was serious. “We’re family, bro, and I don’t want any girl, not even one as special as Chloe, to come between us.”
Suddenly Dean’s eyes glazed over.
Sam raised his eyebrow in confusion as to why Dean would react like that, until he replayed what he’d just said in his head and his eyes went wide. “Dean!”
“What?” Dean asked sheepishly, being pulled from his obvious fantasy.
“This is something that calls for you to think with your upstairs brain!” Sam growled.
Dean was suddenly serious. “All I’m saying, Sammy, is that when I told Clark that I’m willing to share with you, I meant it.”
Sam looked at his brother for a moment before smiling and shaking his head. “Uhm, thanks bro, but I don’t think Chloe would go for that sort of thing.”
“Probably not.” Dean agreed reluctantly, going to sit on the bed and then stopping when he realized how uncomfortable that position would be in his condition.
“So, what are we going to do about this situation?” Sam asked his elder brother.
The bathroom door opened and Chloe emerged from the steam, dressed in the overly large jersey, hearing the last question. “Well, it’s too cold for you guys to sleep on the floor obviously, and it’s a big bed.”
“Excuse me?” Dean squeaked.
“Come again?” Sam didn’t sound any better.
“Well, it’s not like I haven’t slept in a bed with one or the other of you before.” Chloe announced, not looking at them as she went to pick up her computer and brought it with her to the bed. “We’ll all use the bed, and I’ll stay in the middle and make sure you two don’t feel too weird about sharing a bed with each other.” She finally looked at them and grinned. “Oh c'mon. It’ll be fun!”
Sam closed his eyes.
This was going to be one long night.