Title: A Thing of RadianceCharacters: Chloe, Bobby, Sam, DeanFandoms: Smallville/SupernaturalRating: TDisclaimer: Dont ownSummary: When Chloe found out about the ugly truth of her past, she went to find her father, Bobby Singer. Now hunting and living with him, Chloe must keep her meteor abilities hidden from other hunters or they might try to hunt her. According to Bobby she should especially keep it secret from a hunter named John Winchester, who only saw black or white...good and evil...and then Sam and Dean arrive.Written for my LiveJournal Paranormal25 150 Prompt Table. Prompt of the day # 11: Radiant Boy
Chloe wasn't a morning person, she liked to sleep in as late as physically possible, and she supposed that other than the fairies and muscaliets, which were very much morning creatures, it worked out because all her other charges were more active during the night anyway. This being said, she hardly ever saw a sunrise, but today she did, and a part of her felt a little bad for not seeing it more often because it was beautiful. Then again, its colors had nothing on the Hercinia's that had flown around in courtship before taking to the trees to mate, making the trees all around the property look like they were on fire.
The birds had started flying away at the edges of dawn, and Chloe figured that this was going to be a new migration pattern for them. They'd come here to mate and then fly back to whatever their point of origin had been. A part of her wished that they would stay because she'd never seen birds so beautiful before.
"That has got to be the most beautiful one night stand I have ever witnessed." Lois, who sat next to Chloe on the grass, smiled softly at the sky. "It really makes ours look tacky."
Chloe's lips twitched.
"So, it you had really gotten knocked up thanks to the Hunky Bros, who would you have preferred to be the baby daddy?" Lois turned to Chloe.
The blonde looked up from where she'd been running her fingers through Ben's hair, the young host sleeping with his head on her lap. "Is this a trick question?"
"No, straight up, which would you prefer?"
Chloe thought the question over slowly, seriously. "I don't know. I think that they would both be good fathers but in completely different ways."
Lois nodded. "I got the vibe that daddy Winchester wasn't happy about the pregnancy. I'd keep an eye on him if I were you."
"I intend to." Chloe smiled when Dax, wrapped around her neck, let out a little snore.
"On the upside, I think he might be leaving soon. I answered his phone last night and while the guy sounded sketchy it seems like there is a job lined up for John."
"Good." Chloe felt relief soar through her at that news. "The sooner he leaves, the better."
Lois nodded her agreement. "We'll have to make sure his stay is as uncomfortable as possible."
The blonde smirked. "I'll leave that in your hands."
"I was hoping you'd say that." Lois' grin was evil. "I have some itching powder that I've only been barely keeping myself from sprinkling into some of Bobby's trucker hats."
Chloe snorted. "Lois, you're the devil."
"Hey! I haven't actually done it, which makes me positively angelic if you ask me!" Lois gasped.
"Angelic of the fallen kind." Chloe smirked.
"I admit to nothing." Lois grinned. "Come on, we should go back inside before the others wake up."
Chloe nodded and woke Ben up.
John watched his boys make fools of themselves around the girl. She, for her part, was much more composed than they were, and despite being pregnant was very active. She also did not seem to be experiencing morning sickness, so that helped. Then again, Mary's morning sickness hadn't started tip around two months into her pregnancy, and it had been ferocious, making up for time lost.
He'd found his phone in the sofa, where he'd suspected it might be, and there weren't any missed phone calls so he assumed the world had been fine for one night without him.
"I don't need you to tell me what I should or shouldn't be eating." Chloe wasn't annoyed despite those words, instead she looked more confused than anything else. "I'm a big girl and can figure that out myself."
"But they've proven that pregnant women should stay off of coffee." Sam frowned. "It affects the babies."
That was the second time one of his sons had referred to the fetus in plural terms and given the fact that the girl had yet to go to the doctor's John wondered why they were so sure she was carrying twins. Did Bobby have a history of twins in his family that John hadn't known about?
"I just think you need to start drinking natural fruit juices and changing your diet." Sam announced. "Take prenatal vitamins, for example."
"Prenatal vitamins? You can't seriously expect me to-." Chloe stared at him as she let that sentence drag off into nothingness, the girl wide eyed and visibly flummoxed. "And anyway, we don't even have a juicer so-."
"I'll get you one." Sam wasn't relenting. "I'll go out shopping for some things and take dad along with me."
John made a face. He hadn't agreed to this.
"Juicers are expensive." Chloe blinked at Sam.
"But if I buy one you'll start juicing?" Sam pressed.
"Why would you-?" The blonde seemed utterly bewildered. "It's a waste of money."
"Please." Sam begged.
She cleared her throat, clearly uncertain as to what the hell was going on. "Okay? I will?"
Sam grinned at his victory. "And stop drinking coffee."
"Sam!" She cried out in horror. "Don't you think you're being ridicu-?"
"It's only for nine months." He coaxed. "I'll personally buy your first culpa joe after the birth." He placed a hand on her flat stomach. "I know it'll be hard for you, but think about them."
Chloe gulped, her voice soft as she stared up at him, a flush darkening on her cheeks. "I-uh-you know what? Fine." She cleared her throat and looked away, almost as if embarrassed to look him in the face right at that moment. "I'll stop drinking coffee during my pregnancy."
Sam smiled. "Thank you."
Chloe licked her lips. "You're welcome, Mister Insistent."
Sam merely smiled brighter. "Gotta keep mama and babies healthy, right?"
"Why do you keep saying babies?" Chloe made a face at him. Obviously John wasn't the only one who found that odd.
Sam noticed John then. "Dad!" He smiled at Chloe, looking like he was escaping as he left her to jog towards John. "You're going shopping with me in town."
"I have better things to do with my time than-." John tried.
"Dad, I'm not asking you." Sam announced in a way John had never seen him before.
John narrowed his eyes. "Have some respect, boy." He then cleared a throat. "Just be glad that, now that I think about it, I could do with some things from town myself."
"He's taking this too far!" Chloe threw her hands in the air while Dean worked on the unicorn's enclosed area. "He's out with your father buying a juicer. And prenatal vitamins!"
"I hadn't thought about that," Dean mumbled to himself as he continued digging holes.
"And-and!-he's forcing me to not drink coffee while your dad is here! No coffee!" Chloe, who Dean had somehow convinced to start wearing a hat while out in the sun, glared at him as she continued on with her rant. "What am I going to do without coffee?"
"Something else I didn't think about." Dean seemed annoyed. "Then again, it's not my fault I don't think like a damned girl."
Chloe frowned at him as she yanked her hat off in frustration. "Why do I have the feeling that we're annoyed for completely different reasons?"
"Heyheyhey! Cap back on missy!" Dean glared at her.
Chloe huffed as she yanked the cap back on. "I'm just saying, I get that Sam is helping provide a cover and all of that, but he doesn't have to go so far! I mean, I'm not really pregnant! So why can't I just drink coffee when your dad's in his room or something?"
"Sam's right, okay? He knows my dad better than you do. Just-go with the flow, Chloe." Dean concentrated on his work. "And a little less coffee in your system mightn't be a bad idea. Maybe you should think about a diet change."
She blinked. "What exactly are you-?"
"I mean, juicing, no coffee, prenatal vitamins, gotta give it to him, those are all great steps. Something Dr Sexy MD would probably tell one of his patients." Dean froze. "Oh fuck." He turned to Chloe, accusation plain on his face. "You have me thinking about what Dr Sexy MD would tell one of his patients!"
Chloe's lips twitched, some of her annoyance disappearing into amusement. "Hey, I don't watch that show. Don't blame me for Bobby getting you addicted to his secret little television craving."
Dean grumbled as he went back to work.
Chloe took in a deep breath and rolled up her sleeves. "I feel bad just talking to you while you work. I'm going to help."
Dean looked up at her in horror. "Put the shovel down now! Are you insane? You can't be doing any hard, physical labor in your condition!"
Chloe stared up at him from where she'd been about to pick up a shovel. "Uhm, Dean? You do realize I'm not really pregnant, right?"
He cleared his throat. "Does my dad know that?"
She hesitated. "No?"
"What will he think if he comes back to see you shoveling?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
"He shouldn't see me at all-we're keeping him away from the back of the house," she reminded him.
He gave a little growl. "Will you stop being so damned difficult?"
"Will you and Sam stop being so weird? Gees! If I'd realized that you two would react this oddly I would've thought up a different plan!" Chloe rolled her eyes. "It's as if you two think I'm really pregnant! It's ridiculous!"
Dean hesitated for a moment before he cleared his throat. "What if you did become pregnant? After what happened between us that night?"
Chloe's eyes widened. "You guys aren't worried that I might actually-? Dean." She shook her head, suddenly their behavior making so much sense! And why hadn't she thought this through and figured out that this could be a cause for their weirdness? Why hadn't she realized that this whole scenario could become horribly awkward? "I'm not pregnant. I swear. My period even came down a little the day after. It didn't last more than a day and wasn't heavier than spotting, but I'm attributing it to stress and the fact that my periods have never been normal."
Dean froze, his grip on the shovel tight, before he raised his gaze up to her. "Are you sure about that?"
Chloe nodded. "Yeah. There is no chance that I got pregnant that night." She patted her flat stomach with a smile. "No baby here. So you two have got to calm down and stop having such nervous breakdowns about this little game we're playing."
Dean licked his lips. "So, you're not pregnant."
"Nope." Chloe announced once more, hoping it would settle in, nice and clear.
"So… not fertile as in 'plucked'… but as in 'for the plucking'." Dean mumbled to himself, as if a great mystery had just been opened up to him.
Chloe felt more lost than ever. "Do I even want to know what you're talking about?"
Dean looked up at her, seeming to be talking to himself when he mumbled: "I don't know how I feel about that."
"You know what, you're not telling me something-." Chloe looked up when one of the Golden Morning fairies, flew up towards her. "Hey, everything okay with you guys?"
"Apologies, Lighthouse, but many are wondering how much longer we have to be in hiding for." The fairy announced.
"Hopefully not that much longer. I'm sorry about this." Chloe apologized. "We're thinking that he'll leave soon for a hunt though so he should be gone by tonight hopefully."
The fairy nodded before returning to the others to convey the news.
Chloe turned to Dean but found him back at work somewhat intensely and the girl figured she'd just let the whole thing drop for now. They needed the enclosed space finished for when the unicorns arrived, and if the boys were going to have to take turns keeping their father away things would fall behind enough as it was. So she just left Dean to his oddness and went to the house to check on the others.
"I just don't understand why you would put the future you left the family for in jeopardy like this." John was used to batting heads with his younger son, but this was different somehow. "You gave up everything for Stanford and the sort of life it could give you. Why would you throw it all away like this?"
Sam gazed ahead of him as he drove them back to Bobby's. "I get that you can't understand, dad. Dean and I were either burdens keeping you from hunting as much as you wanted - and then we were soldiers in your own personal war. I know you'll never understand or accept the way I live my life and I've made my peace with that." His gaze slid to John. "You should do the same."
John felt rebuked by his youngest and didn't like it, but he didn't try to continue on with the conversation since they'd arrived at Bobby's. He instead silently helped the boy carry out the things they'd bought in town and bring the bags into the house.
They found Chloe and Dean in the kitchen, all the curtains dawn, and that was weird. He'd assumed the night before that the reason the curtains were drawn was because it was nighttime and the lights inside would make it easy for anyone to peer into the house, but it was day now and the curtains were still drawn. That made him curious. Why would they keep the curtains closed and waste money by turning on the lights instead of just opening the curtains and letting the sunlight in?
A snake was curled around Chloe's forearm, almost like a living accessory, it had to be the pet snake John had been told they had. Trust Bobby's daughter to have a snake for a pet and not a dog.
Dean leaned against the sink, beads of sweat trailing down his neck, a glass of water in hand as he watched the girl and snake with such intensity it was embarrassing.
The two in the kitchen had yet to notice the newcomers, their backs to them.
"You're so full of crap," Chloe laughed, obviously amused. "I don't believe you for one second."
"You need to start doing so, because I'm telling the truth." Dean threw his head back and downed the water before he put the cup down and moved to wrap his arms around Chloe from behind. He pressed a kiss to her neck.
"Dean?" She squeaked in obvious shock.
He whispered something in her ear before pressing another kiss to her neck, one hand pressed to her flat stomach and keeping her anchored against him, the other hand raising to trail his fingers over the snake's head softly.
"D-Dean..." Chloe's voice was soft as she placed the hand that didn't have the snake curled around it on top of the hand he had against her stomach.
John's eldest son whispered something against her skin as he visibly pulled her tighter against him.
She made a little choked sound before resting her head back against him.
The snake began to slowly move and curl around Dean's hand, almost as if it were trying to handcuff the two together.
The sound of Sam's bags dropping to the ground (John was glad he was holding the expensive juicer and not his son) brought Chloe and Dean around to face them, Chloe blushing all shades of red, and Dean appearing quite pleased with himself.
"Hey guys." Chloe eased herself away from Dean, the snake having crawled higher up her forearm, and she smiled at them as she moved towards Sam and tugged on his shirt. "Where's my hello kiss?"
Sam's gaze went to Dean before it returned to her before said gaze narrowed, and he leaned down, towering over the short girl as he brought her to him and kissed her, deeply, his gaze on Dean for a moment before his eyes closed as he seemed to lose himself in the kiss.
Like before with Dean, the snake slithered down her arm and seemed to handcuff her to Sam. It stayed there, linking them, before finally slithering back up her arm and remaining there.
Chloe whimpered into Sam's kiss and seemed to be grabbing onto his shirt tightly to keep standing.
John was getting hella uncomfortable. He'd thought that whatever had happened between the girl and his sons had been a drunken-one-night-stand situation, and yet this-.
Dean caused Chloe to cry into Sam's kiss as he plastered himself behind her, bringing his lips to her neck once more, nibbling playfully. "Don't make me jealous, gorgeous."
John's eyes widened.
Oh dear god.
What sort of lifestyle were his sons living? And under Bobby's roof for crissakes! How was it that those two were still alive and the man hadn't filled them with buckshots?
"I'll, uh, I'll put this down here." And with that John did not run away. He did not. He retreated. Tactfully.
He'd talk to the girl later. When she wasn't, uh, on the verge of being gang banged in the kitchen by his degenerate sons.
When Dean had told her that the best way to get rid of his father was to make the man so uncomfortable he'd want to leave just so he didn't have to deal with the situation, Chloe had known it would be hard and awkward and she'd wondered if she could actually pull this off. It wasn't as if she'd had a huge amount of experience with these things, these two had taken her virginities for crying out loud! She'd been worried that she'd make herself so uncomfortable that she wouldn't be able to pull this off, and yet the second Dean had touched her and whispered in her ear that they had an audience - his father - she'd hardly heard the whisper because her body had become a wanton mess.
Images from the night the three of them shared had flashed before her eyes, and to be honest she would've forgotten that they were performing for an audience if the sound behind them hadn't reminded her sharply.
And then she'd gone to Sam and hoped that he'd catch on quickly as to what was going on as she used the situation to kiss the man.
Like with Dean she'd forgotten why she was kissing Sam, lost in the sensation, in the need building within her, a need which had nearly exploded painfully when Dean had come up behind her and added to the sensations that were driving her insane. She'd kissed Sam harder while reaching behind her to grab Dean's clothes and pull him tighter against her, feeling his hard manhood pressed against the cleft of her ass through the material of her skirt. Dean had growled and bitten her shoulder as his hands played with her skirt, bunching up the material slowly as his fingers trailed up her thighs.
It was somewhere around that time that they heard Bobby talking to John on the other side of the door and Chloe cried out as she pulled away from them, hurrying back to the stove and placing Zilvanis back in his home, the snake having been quite tranquil during the, uh…
"What, uh?" Sam's voice was thick.
"Well, you see, Chloe came up with this great plan." Dean was apparently going to put the blame on her. "We need to make dad so uncomfortable that he won't want to stay here."
"And you plan on doing this by, uh," Sam couldn't finish that as he ran a shaky hand over his head. "What about Bobby?"
"We'll play innocent enough around him, though he knows that we're lying to dad so if we slip up a bit I'm sure he won't be happy but will know that it's a part of the farce." Dean seemed quite sure of that. "Plus, he wants dad gone as soon as possible too."
"You do have a point there."
Realizing that Bobby wasn't coming into the kitchen, Chloe finally turned to look at the guys once more. "I agree. It's the best game-plan."
Dean raised his chin as he eyed Sam. "She's not pregnant."
Sam stared at his brother.
Chloe stared at him too. "Was that really a possibility that you two had been discussing? That I could be pregnant?"
"You're not?" Sam turned to face her.
"I spotted the day after, I'm fine." She leaned hard against the stove. "You two should've come to me sooner if you were really worried that I might be knocked up." She ran her hand over her face, embarrassed with this conversation. "You don't have to worry, we've dodged a bullet."
Sam and Dean didn't look relieved, in fact, they had an odd expression on their faces, their gazes on the other almost challengingly.
Lois stuck her head in the room. "Hey! Pamela called and asked if I could come see her, said it urgent, so Bobby's offered to drive me over since we don't want to leave John on his lonesome here."
Chloe nodded, a little concerned as to what the other woman wanted to speak to Lois about - what could be so urgent? "Tell her hi for me."
"Will do." Lois grinned before disappearing out of the door once more.
Chloe cleared her throat as she turned her gaze to Sam and Dean. "You two should keep your father company. I'll get things ready for lunch."
The brothers shared a look before they nodded and left the kitchen.
Chloe leaned hard against the stove and turned to look at Zilvanis. "I'm in way over my head."
The snake, not looking sympathetic at all, merey stuck his forked tongue out at her.
"What is your plan, Dean? Because I know it wasn't Chloe's idea to do this." Sam turned on his brother the moment they were out of earshot from Chloe and could hear their father walking above in his room.
"Who says I have a plan?" Dean wanted to know as he noticed Dante sleeping in front of the fireplace. It was a good thing that people couldn't see Hellhounds because Dante wasn't even trying to hide from the hunter in their midst.
"She's not pregnant." Sam looked away and cleared his throat.
"Yeah, we 'dodged a bullet'." Dean licked his lips. "Your fancy Stanford life is still secured. You must be happy baby brother."
"You must be too." A muscle jumped in Sam's cheek as his gaze went to Dean. "Your carefree life is safe and sound."
Dean took in a deep breath. "All we have to do is make dad so uncomfortable he leaves, and everything will be fine, perfect, again."
"Right." Sam nodded.
The brothers couldn't look at each other.
"I don't see what you have to talk to her about that you don't want me around to-." Bobby's mouth fell open and a dark blush covered his face as Pamela reached out and grabbed Lois' boobs. "I'll, uh, be outside."
Pamela waited until the man had (basically) run out of the house as fast as he could, and gotten back into his vehicle outside, to let go of the brunette's boobs and smirk. "Sorry about that, but I know Bobby enough to know how to get him running."
Lois didn't look insulted in the least bit, in fact she looked highly amused. "I feel like we're going to be, uh, bossom buddies."
Pamela grinned brightly. "You've got a wicked sense of humor, I like you already."
"Well, now that we're sure we approve of the other, how about you tell me why it was so urgent that I come here in person now?" Lois leaned forwards. "What's going on that you couldn't tell me on the phone?"
"Well, it's the same reason why I thought it would be a good idea for John to meet you all." Pamela made a face. "Though I should've probably given you all some warning."
"You think?" Lois raised an eyebrow. "Do you know how much trouble you've given my Lil Cuz because of that?"
Pamela cleared her throat. "Well, what's done is done. And anyway, my heart was in the right place. I wanted him to start getting used to the idea from now, to ease him into it, because John is not an easy man and he doesn't deal well with change." She pursed her lips. "Especially considering that Chloe is the Lighthouse and thus a part of the supernatural world. He will not be happy about that. Or at the realization that his grandchild is half-supernatural."
Lois' eyes widened. "Grandchild?"
"Oh, right, I hadn't gotten to that point yet. Damn." Pamela made a face before she shook her head and grinned. "Your 'Lil Cuz' is either pregnant by a Winchester, or is going to very soon become pregnant by one, or both, because there is such a thing as heteropaternal superfecundation."
Lois stared up at Pamela, eyes wide. "So that's why you grabbed my boobs."
"Yes, that's why the boobs were fair-game." Pamela nodded.
"Oh wow." Lois leaned back on her seat, eyes wide. "Poor Bobby."
Pamela snickered. "Yeah, poor Bobby."