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
Chloe didn’t know what it was that woke her up exactly, but the last thing she remembered had been falling asleep in the middle of the large bed feeling as if she were alone in it thanks to the fact that Sam and Dean were keeping to their edges of the bed as if she had some sort of horrible contagious disease. Honestly, it’d been a blow to her ego to think that the thought of touching her or sleeping close to her would disgust them this much, but Chloe had gotten over it and forced herself to fall asleep.
She hadn’t quite expected the scene to change so drastically by the time she woke up, but, uh, yeah, it had.
Never in a billion years had she ever imagined an image as the one they were presenting at the moment.
Sam was lying on his back, pillow on the ground, and while that wasn’t so bad, the fact that she was draped all over him was. Somehow during the night she’d shifted so that she was resting with her arm across his chest, her cheek over his heartbeat and one of her legs loped over his.
And no, the oddness didn’t end there. Dean had somehow shifted as well so that he was spooning her completely from behind, arm around her waist. His breath caressed the back of her neck and there was something hard pressing against her butt…something she was desperately trying to ignore.
Closing her eyes tightly, Chloe didn’t dare move, not exactly sure what she should do in this sort of circumstance.
Somewhere out there, Lois is laughing her ass off at me.
All of her cousin’s teasing concerning threesomes came jolting back in Chloe’s memory, along with the last thing Lois had whispered to her when they’d hugged goodbye at her father’s home in Smallville.
‘Life is short, Lil’ Cuz, and that’s without some demon gunning after you. Why not take happiness in any way that you can?’
Cursing Lois and her speeches that came back to haunt her at the most inappropriate of times, Chloe sighed. She then paused, thinking about Lois’ comments once more.
Well, she’s right. I do have some crazy demon after me. The blonde blinked. I’m not saying I’m going to ruin my relationship with the boys and scare them out of their wits byjumping them or something…but who says that I shouldn’t enjoy this while it lasts?
With that decided, Chloe smiled slightly and shifted softly as to not wake up the brothers, pressing herself more against Sammy, resting her cheek closer to the beating of his heart. A blush reddened her cheeks and she prayed to god that Dean wouldn’t wake up and she slowly reached for his hand and slightly tugged him closer.
The sandy-blonde grumbled in his sleep but moved so that he was pressed up against her once more, his hard on resting against her ass as he tightened his grip around her waist and fell back into sleep.
I can’t believe I just did that.
Burning up with embarrassment, Chloe snuggled deeper between them and closed her eyes, forcing herself to fall asleep once more, never realizing that once her body relaxed in the lull of sleep that two sets of eyes, one brown and the other hazel, shot open and looked at her in shock.
Jimmy had died.
And that hadn’t been the whole of the mystery.
When Dean had received Cassie’s call he’d seriously considered just letting it ring. He’d been awake for hours, wondering what exactly it meant that Chloe had snuggled closer instead of pulling away when she’d awakened to find them in that inappropriate position.
But Dean knew that Cassie would only call him for something important, so he’d dragged himself away from Chloe and reached for his cellular and learnt that Jimmy had died last night driving to his house. It was the same MO that’d been used on Cassie’s father and the family friend Jerome.
That news spurred Dean into getting up and waking up Sam and Chloe as he rapidly headed to take a shower. Cassie had called them from the accident site and he’d wanted to get a good look of it and maybe talk to the police.
They’d made in there in record time in time to find Cassie, holding up admirably despite everything, arguing it with the Mayor of the town. Mayor Todd was tall, white, and advancing in age. He also looked a little annoyed with Cassie as she made demands and questioned his decisions.
Cassie’d wanted Mayor Todd to close down the road---which was the only road in and out of the town, and he’d refused to do so. The dark beauty had then showed the fire that’d made Dean fall in love with her in the first place and challenged the Mayor in front of everyone on the fact that if it’d been white people dying that he would probably be looking more into the whole issue and would have closed the road down at least temporarily.
What’d happened next had surprised Dean.
The Mayor had looked hurt for a second before shaking his head. “You’re accusing me of being a racist, Cassie Robinson?”
Cassie just glared at him, eyes hard despite the pain in them.
“I’m the last person you should accuse of that.” Mayor Todd finally announced, meeting her eye for eye.
Cassie had paused, looking confused. “What do you mean?”
“Ask your mother.” And with that Mayor Todd had nodded his goodbye to them and left everyone with a lot of questions.
Obviously there was more going on than met the eye, so they’d split up. Cassie had gone back to her office to find out what she could about what could be the link between her father, Jerome and Jimmy---Chloe went back to the motel to investigate Mayor Todd and see what she could find out on him---and the brothers left to interrogate some of Jimmy’s friends.
Sam and Dean had claimed to be insurance investigators and gotten some interesting information about Jimmy from his friends—including the fact that the African American had kept it a secret from Cassie that he’d been seeing a large black truck tailing him at night---like her father had.
One of Jimmy’s friends, when asked if he’d ever seen this truck, had shaken his head no but said that he’d heard of it before. Apparently a truck of the same description had been involved in the disappearance and deaths of black men in the 60’s, and he also hinted quite pointedly that during that time the townsfolk had still be very bigoted.
Undoing the tie he’d been forced to wear along with the suit to look more like an insurance investigator, Dean threw the device of torture in the backseat of the Impala as they got in.
“That black truck keeps popping up.” Sam pointed out as he got in.
“I’ve been thinking.” Dean announced as he started the engine and turned to look at his brother. “You know of the Flying Dutchman?”
“Yeah.” Sam nodded from the front passenger’s seat. “A ghost-ship infused with the captain’s evil spirit. It was basically a part of him.”
“Yeah—so what if we’re dealing with the same thing?” The elder Winchester asked. “You know. A phantom truck being the extension of some bastard ghost reenacting past crimes.”
“The victims have all been black men.” Sam responded with a slow shake of his head.
“I think it’s more than that.” Dean frowned slightly. “They all seem connected to Cassie and her family.”
“Alright, well, you work that angle. Go talk to her.” Sam announced, picking up the cellular he’d left in the car and frowning slightly when he noticed no miss calls. “Oh, and you might also want to mention that other thing.”
Dean paused in his attempt to reverse out of the parking space and turned to look at Sam. “What other thing?”
“The serious unfinished business?” Sam snorted as he tore his gaze from the screen of his phone and saw the expression on his brother’s face. “Dean. What went on between you two? And don’t tell me that it was nothing because the way she was looking at you? The way you two were walking down memory lane last night? Not ‘nothing’ material, okay?”
“Alright, so maybe we were a little more involved than I said.” Dean sighed in frustration, a muscle ticking in his cheek.
“Oh, okay.” Sam said in a way that showed that he’d already guessed that.
Dean closed his eyes for a moment and sighed harder. “Okay, a lot more. Maybe. And I told her the secret about what we do and I shouldn’t have.”
Noticing how uncomfortable this one-on-one was making his brother, Sam placed his hand on his shoulder. “Look, man, everyone has to open up to someone now and then.”
“I don’t.” Dean shrugged off his touch. “It was stupid to get that close. I mean, look how it ended.” When there was only silence he chanced a look at his brother and scowled at the expression on his face. “Would you stop?” Still more silence. “Blink or something.”
Sam continued to look at his brother’s face in slight awe as he suddenly realized something. “You loved her.”
Dean sighed in utter frustration. “Oh God…”
Sam blinked, trying to get the information to register in his brain. “You were in love with her but you dumped her.” His brown eyes widened when he saw Dean freeze and refuse to meet his gaze. “Oh---wow.” He scoffed in disbelief. “She dumped you.”
Dean’s only answer was to tear out of the parking space and parking lot, driving a little above the speed limit.
“Dude, getting us killed in an accident is not going to solve this.” Sam announced, buckling himself in rapidly.
“Why are we talking about this again?” Dean wanted to know, annoyed as he took a right turn.
“Because this situation might be between you and Cassie, but it’s affecting Chloe and I too—and the investigation.” Sam wisely pointed out, glad when Dean slowed down the Impala to a reasonable speed. “I think you guys need closure. You need to go to talk to Cassie tonight not only about how the truck might be connected to her family, but about your guys relationship and get all the tension gone. Your relationship ended and you guys didn’t talk it over. You didn’t vent your frustrations. You need to do it or neither of you will ever be able to truly put it behind you two.”
Dean frowned slightly. “When did you become Dr. Phil?”
Sam smirked, glad that he had his brother back to normal.
“And anyway,” Dean continued. “Shouldn’t you be pushing me to get back with Cassie and not get closure?”
“Why would I want that?” Sam made a face in confusion.
Dean scoffed. “Chloe.”
There was silence between the brothers at the mention of the one thing that kept them together and divided them all at the same time.
“I really like her, and I know you do too.” Dean admitted once again, which was amazing because for Dean to open up like this usually he had to be stone-cold drunk. Or under some sort of a spell. “I mean, how couldn’t we? She’s amazing. She not only believes us and in us, but she’s there with us.”
Sam smiled slightly in agreement as he leaned back in his seat, getting comfortable.
“She’s a smartass and a little annoying when she wants to be, but I enjoy it.” Dean grinned, taking a left. “She’s a whiz in the research department, is doing better with every hunt we go on, and she—she—she makes our life seem a little less---.”
“Lonely?” Sam chanced.
Dean smirked. “I was going to say meaningless.”
The younger Winchester looked at his brother in surprise. “Meaningless? But I thought you lived for the hunt?”
“What else have I ever had to live for, Sam?” Dean asked in a soft voice.
And suddenly Sam was seeing his brother in a new light. “I guess, I guess you’re right.” He made a face and looked at the road ahead of them. “Chloe’s really special. There aren’t many women out there—if any—who would accept our lifestyle as easily as she does or fit in as perfectly.”
“And none would look half as sexy as she does when she’s holding a smokin’ sawed off.” Grin completely lecherous, Dean chuckled.
Sam smirked in agreement before continuing. “My point is, Dean, that we’re lucky to have Chloe in our lives in any way possible. Even if it’s in the strictly brotherly way.”
“Yes, of course, but it isn’t the strictest brotherly way.” Dean argued his case. “You were awake this morning, I know it lil’ bro. You saw the way she reacted to us. She didn’t pull away, she pulled us closer.”
Sam gulped at the memory. “Yeah, I noticed.”
“Makes me kinda wonder if our Lil’ Chlo would actually be so against us sharing after all.”
Silence reigned in the Impala as they drove through the town and finally ended up at the place they were staying at. As Dean dropped Sam off the sun began to set in the sky and he sighed, turning the car around and heading towards Cassie’s workplace.
As he drove there his mind was on what Sam and Chloe were doing alone in their room, and what he was going to say to Cassie.
Entering the building he found out that Cassie had left, and with a sigh he drove to her house. Her mom’s car was out but Cassie’s was there, and Dean felt a little nervous as he got out of the Impala and walked up to the front door, knocking it, remembering all the times he’d done the same thing while coming to pick up Cassie for a date or something.
The door opened and Cassie appeared, beautiful and vibrant, even if looking a little sad. “Dean.”
“Hey.” He nodded, hands in his jacket’s pockets.
“Come on in.” The dark beauty stepped aside, let him in, and closed the door behind him.
“So…” Dean followed her into the library, the room in the house she used to write up all her articles. “You busy?”
“Uh, the paper’s doing a tribute to Jimmy.” She confessed, going to the desk where her computer was situated. “I was just going through his stuff—his awards—trying to find the words.” Her voice wavered slightly but her face was brave.
Awkward silence descended on all of them as Dean looked around him, memories assailing him. Cassie and him had done it on every surface of this room—especially that desk. “It’s gotta be tough.”
Cassie nodded. “For years this family owned the paper---the Dorians? They had a white-only policy. After they sold it Jimmy became the first black reporter. He didn’t stop until he became the assistant editor.” Cassie smiled sadly, looking down at some of the folders on her desk. “Leonard was retiring at the end of this year and Jimmy was going to take his place as Editor and Chief.”
“I’m sorry for your loss.” And he really was.
“I know.” Cassie whispered, picking up a picture with Jimmy’s picture on it. “He taught me everything I know, he was like my second father.” Putting down the picture she took in a deep breath and looked around, wiping her palms on her jeans pants. “Where’s your brother and Chloe?”
“Not here.” Dean didn’t know why he didn’t want to answer that question.
“They look so cute together.” Cassie announced out of the blue, eyes on the books on her desk. “I hadn’t realized that they were a couple at first but---.”
“They aren’t—a couple.” Dean interrupted a little abruptly, annoyed at himself for feeling jealous at the fact that apparently Chloe and Sam looked like a couple.
“Alright.” Cassie announced slowly. “So. What brings you here?”
“We’re trying to find a connection between the three victims.” Dean decided to get this over and done with. He was tired and he just wanted to get back to Chloe and Sam. “By the way, did you talk to your mom about what Todd said about not being a racist?”
“I did.” Cassie nodded. “She didn’t want to talk about it.”
“Right.” Dean looked around the room once more before snorting. “So just then, why did you ask where Sam and Chloe were?”
“Nothing. Not important.”
“Could it be that without them here it’s just you and me?” Dean asked, finally returning his hazel gaze on her. “Or was it something else? Were you trying to get information about something else in a roundabout way?” There was a moment’s silence. “You know what? Forget about it.”
Cassie opened her mouth, closed it, and then opened it again before snorting. “I’d forgotten you do that.”
“Do what?” Dean asked.
“Oh.” She glared at him. “Whenever you get close to a moment of truth, to being close to vulnerable, you back off. Or make some joke or make any way to shut the door on me.”
Dean chuckled darkly. “Oh that’s hilarious. See I’m not the one who took that big final door and slammed it behind me.”
“Wait a minute.” Cassie raised a finger.
“And I’m not the one who took the key and buried it.” Dean trudged right on.
“Are we done with this metaphor?” The dark beauty wanted to know.
“All I’m saying is that I was totally upfront with you back then and you nailed me with it.”
“The guy I’m with, the guy I’m hoping might be in my future, tells me he professional pops ghosts!”
“That’s not the words I used.” Dean interrupted eyes narrowing.
“And that he has to leave to go work with his father---.”
“I did!” Dean interrupted once more.
“All I could think about was if you want out fine, but don’t tell me this insane story!” Cassie exploded, anger, annoyance and hurt coloring her every word.
“It was the truth Cassie!” Dean was getting annoyed with having to defend himself like this. “And I noticed that it didn’t sound so insane the minute you thought I could help you!”
Cassie paused for a second, flinching. “Back then I thought all you wanted to do was dump me.”
“Whoa.” Dean laughed darkly. “Let’s not forget who dumped who, okay?”
The young woman turned her back on him, folding her arms over her chest. “I thought it was what you wanted.”
“Well it wasn’t.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Cassie’s voice wavered strongly, as if she was fighting back tears.
“Well you did.” Dean’s voice had gone emotionless.
“I’m sorry!” She twirled around, curls flying, facing him, eyes wide and sad.
“Yeah, me too.” Dean nodded, shoving his hands back into the pockets of his jeans jacket.
She looked at him, chocolate eyes dark, beautiful and hopeful as she took a hesitant step towards him. “Dean I---there’s nothing I can say to make what I did any better, and if I could go back in time and change the way I reacted I would, but I can’t.”
“I know.” Dean said softly, looking down at his feet.
“But I can do something about the now.” She placed her hands on her chest, looking up into his face. “I’ve missed you so much Dean. And I—having lost my father made me think about what was important to me. Important to me like you.” Her chocolate gaze zeroed in on his hazel and wouldn’t let him look away. “I have never loved anyone the way I loved you.”
Dean was silent, looking down into the face of the first woman he’d ever considered settling down with. He would have left hunting for her. And now, now she was offering him everything he’d wanted to hear all those years ago.
Looking up into his eyes, Cassie closed hers and pressed her lips to his…
…And Dean felt nothing.
The young woman stilled, sighed, and pulled away.
“That’s not going to be enough, huh?” Cassie suddenly whispered as she looked away and took a step back, removing her hands from his chest. “Because the time—our time—past us by—past me by.” She smiled wobbly. “I let you go, I closed that door, I ‘buried the key’, and you didn’t bother looking for the key or at least kicking the door down.”
Dean frowned slightly as he looked at her.
Cassie hugged herself, smiling so sadly it was heartbreaking. “Every girl wants the man they love to fight for them, but you didn’t, Dean. I told you to leave and you did, without a backwards glance. You didn’t try to convince me otherwise, you didn’t stick around.” She raised a finger and silenced him when he would have interrupted. “You loved me Dean, I realize that now, but admit that you didn’t love me enough to put everything aside in your life and fight for me. Admit that both of us have fault in the fact that we broke up and stayed that way.”
Dean was silent as he thought that over. He looked at the woman he’d once loved and realized that she was right. He could have fought for her but he hadn’t. He’d taken her negative answer and gone with it, had left right away. “You’re right.”
“I didn’t love you enough to believe you,” Cassie whispered, tears in her eyes, voice whispery. “And you didn’t love me enough to convince me.”
God, when she put it that way Dean really wondered if they’d loved each other as much as they’d believed.
Silence fell upon them as they thought abut the truths that’d been spoken between them.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t fight for you.” Dean whispered, smiling sadly at her. “I’m just not that kinda guy.” He ducked his gaze and cleared his throat in discomfort. “And anyway, this isn’t just a job for me. Hunting is my life. And Cassie, do you really see yourself splitting your time with me while I go on hunts—or leaving everything behind and coming with me?”
“No, I don’t.” She shook her head. “I couldn’t deal with that lifestyle.”
“I don’t blame you.” The sandy-blonde announced truthfully, all anger and blame gone from the both of them. “Hunters live lonely lives, it’s a given. Most women just don’t get our lives, can’t live with it, can’t understand or accept our ways.”
His gaze jerked up at that. “Chloe’s special.”
Cassie snorted slightly, but not with anger or hurt or even meanly. “I’m starting to see that.” Her dark eyes roamed Dean’s face. “Thank you for coming here to help me, all of you. I—it really means a lot for me.”
He smiled at her, that heavy burden, that queasiness in his chest gone. “No problem.” That hazel gaze went to the darkness beyond the window. “I should probably be getting back to the motel. Chloe and Sam are trying to check up some things and might need me to look things over.”
“Okay.” Cassie nodded as they walked to the door. “Dean?”
He looked up as he crossed over the threshold out of the house. “Yeah?”
She smiled slightly, leaning her head against the doorframe. “I’m glad we finally got some closure.”
Dean nodded, smile genuine. “Me too.”
Chloe had been unable to find any dirty on Mayor Todd, on the contrary actually. He’d been a deputy and sheriff before running for office and his record showed that he’d been an honest, fair man. There was nothing in the newspaper articles that gave a hint as to what he’d mentioned to Cassie about his not being a racist, but Chloe was sure that he’d been telling the truth.
Despite that, Sam and her continued researching for a little before calling it a night. They ordered a pizza and relaxed on the bed, eating and watching a romantic comedy theyknew Dean would scoff at if only he were there.
Talking about Dean, Chloe sent the clock another look, telling herself she was not seeing how long he’d been alone with his gorgeous ex, but how long he was out there alone with a crazed car on the loose.
She was so not jealous.
Not at all.
“That would never happen in real life.” Sam smirked, pointing his can of 7-up at the television screen. “There are few guys who’d actually swallow their pride enough to do that. Who wrote the book this was made from? A girl, right?”
Chloe turned to Sam and admired him. “You’re saying that you wouldn’t do something like that to win back the one woman you’d ever love?”
Sam thought it over, turning to look at her as well. “Depends on the woman, really.”
“Men, always evading the tough questions.” The blonde teased as she slugged him.
The door flew open and Dean entered, smiling at them as he entered. “How are my two favorite people in all the world?”
Sam raised an eyebrow. “Are you okay?”
Chloe frowned as well. “Were you possessed by some freakishly happy demon or something?”
Dean snorted and then scowled at him. “That’s what I get for being nice.”
Sam and Chloe exchanged a smile, relaxing.
“So how did the talk go with Cassie?” The younger Winchester asked as Dean took off his jacket and threw it on the ground, climbing up onto the bed and grabbing a piece of pizza.
“Fine.” Dean shrugged, turning in time to see the main male and female in the movie share a huge kiss while crying. He made a face of utter horror and disgust. “What kinda girlie crap are you two watching?”
“It’s not that bad.” Sam defended, smirking at the look on his brother’s face.
“What are you talking about?” Dean sneered in disgust at the loving, tender, romantic moment on screen. “That’s disgusting.”
Chloe laughed, rolling her eyes as Dean went to sit on her other side as the end credits began to appear on the screen. She realized that she was once again sandwiched in bed with Dean and Sam, and yet she wasn’t uncomfortable this time. She actually liked it.
“Cool, you guys ordered the little balls of chicken that I like.” Dean grinned as he reached for the box of Chicken Kickers and chowed down on them heartily. “What else in on?”
Sam and Chloe exchanged smile before changing the channel and finally leaving it on a psychological thriller filled with violence and mayhem---just Dean’s kinda movie.
The three finished their pizza, the chicken kickers (which they had to wrestle from Dean’s arms), and watched the movie and its sequel.
Sometime during the night Chloe woke up to darkness and the sound of the television. For a moment she was a little disoriented, but when Dean moaned in his sleep and pulled her closer to him as she slept leaning her head against his chest, Chloe grinned, remembering.
Sam’s arm was around and over both her and Dean, his leg between her, his breath in her ear.
Smiling despite the blush on her cheeks, Chloe buried her face in Dean’s shirt and closed her eyes, breathing out a contented sigh.
As she fell asleep, she hoped that the next motel they had to use only had one bed bedroom left as well.