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16th-May-2015 11:52 pm
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When Life Throws You A Curveball
Title: When Life Throws You A Curveball
Alternate Sequel to One Night Stand
Pairing: Chloe/Dean
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural
Summary: When Dean travels through Smallville the last thing he expected to find was "Lola" (whose real name is apparently Chloe) appearing in the bar he was frequenting - or discover the fact that their one night stand has resulted in a son: Dorian. Being a father wasn't what he wanted, but it might be what he needed.
For (1) bogusbabe, who first asked for it, and for (2) malugargula, who never gave up on wanting to see a Chlean alternate to the Dorian Trilogy.

Bobby Singer was gruff and no-nonsense, but Chloe took to him immediately, especially when the man saw Dorian and his eyes got suspiciously watery. He'd, of course, blamed it on the pollen in the air but she'd known better. In his deepest of hearts Bobby was a softie, and she was going to love him. He was staying over at Dean's during his visit, and since Chloe spent most of her time there with Dorian she quickly got to get a reading on the guy. He was a bit paranoid, telling Dean off for not "protecting" the house better than he already had, and had declared that he'd have to do something about it because "yer woman and yer kid are here, you should be ashamed for not going the extra mile - you idgit".

Dean never corrected Bobby in his assumption that Chloe was "his woman" and Chloe didn't know how to take that. She didn't want to get her hopes up. She should just be happy that she had such a great relationship with the father of her son. She shouldn't try and hope - push - for anything more than what they had.

Rumsfeld, Bobby's Rottweiler, had scared her for all of two seconds, and then she'd realized that like his master, Rumsfeld was a big softie. He'd taken to sleeping by the front door and followed Chloe around the house, wagging his tail happily every time she rubbed his ears or slipped him some sort of snack when the guys weren't looking. He was going to gain some pounds before he left!

He definitely convinces me that we need to get a dog for Dor - but we should probably start off with a puppy.

Using her key to unlock the front door, Chloe entered the house and was about to call out when the sounds of talking from the kitchen caught her attention.

"It really means a lot that you'll be here for his first birthday, Bobby."

She closed the door softly.

"I still can't wrap my head around you being all civilian," Bobby declared. "It just seems so foreign, and yet you also seem right at home."

Dean scoffed. "I'm bluffing my way through it all, Bobby. I don't know what I'm doing. It's not like dad was any sort of father for me." There was a pause. "What if I fuck this up?"

There was a sigh. "You're not going to, boy. You raised your brother into a good man."

"A good man who wants nothing to do with me!" Dean's voice rose in a surprising sign of vulnerability. "I can't - not my son - what if he -?"

"Sammy doesn't want anything to do with hunting, boy, it has nothing to do with not wanting to do with you. That boy loves you. You were his only constant in his whole life. From the time you were seven John was leaving you two alone for weeks and you'd have to take care of Sam. You raised him well. You protected him. You have nothing to be ashamed of." There was a huff. "If there's anyone who should feel badly it's John."

Chloe's heart ached. Dear god. Dean had never spoken much about his childhood, had merely said it wasn't like most kids. She hadn't known the sort of abandonment he'd gone through - or of all the things he'd had to do from the time he was a kid. He'd raised his brother while he himself was growing up.

"Dad did what he felt was right. After mom's death he was hurting, he needed—."

"You boys needed a father. Instead, when your ma was killed you lost your pa at the same time."

There was silence.

Bobby sighed. "Do you plan on becoming a civilian?"

She tilted her head to the side, confused. Civilian? Was Dean in some sort of military force or something?

"Maybe." Dean's voice was soft. "Hunting is all I've known, Bobby. It's all I've ever been good at." He paused. "But what if something follows me home?"

Hunting? Was he in some sort of specialized area of the military? Like a Navy Seals or something? Someone who the government sent out to hunt monsters like terrorists?

"What if I get Chloe and our baby hurt or killed because of the life?" Dean was pacing, she could hear his footsteps on the floor. "If something happened to them because of me - damn it Bobby - I couldn't handle it. I'd become my father."

Bobby sighed again. "If Karen were alive I would never be in this line of work."

There was a pause. "You think I should do it? You approve?"

"No one needs to approve, you idgit. This is your life. It's yer woman and child we're talking about." Bobby's southern accent grew deeper with gruff emotion. "You do what's right by them."

"Thank you."

"What am I here for but to knock some sense into your thick skull?" There was a snort. "Now, are you going to make an honest woman of her and give that child your name?"

"We're already drafting up papers so that he can have my name," Dean responded slowly. "To be honest, Bobby, I'm lucky she's allowed me this completely into her life. I'm not pushing anything, not when I don't have to. We've got a good thing going on right now. We're friends. I've never been friends with a woman before. I like it. I think we're in a good place. We're family. What more do I really need - could ask for?"

"Is there someone else?"

"You mean Clark? Nah. I thought so at first too, but his disapproval was because I wasn't baby-proofing anything. Now we're - I wouldn't say friends - but I like the kid."

"I meant you."

"Are you serious?" Dean scoffed. "No. I'm not here for booty calls. I'm here for my family. My child and his mother are all I have time for."

Chloe smiled softly, feeling bittersweet as she eased the door open and slipped back outside. Dean had chosen them, he obviously cared about them, not just Dorian but her as well. He saw her as a friend and as family, and damn it, it made her want to cry. She'd never expected this much from the one night stand she'd had while on the run, but Dean had proven to be so much more than she could've ever hoped for.

His friendship, his loyalty and presence, were enough.

He was right. They were friends, family, and it was great. There was no way that she'd ruin it by letting her crush on him develop any further.


"I don't know who snores more, him or the dog," Dean snorted, voice low and amused as they watched Bobby asleep on the lazy boy, head back and mouth open. By his feet, Rumsfeld joined in with his master's snores.

On the couch Chloe and Dean had just finished watching a movie. Bobby had fallen asleep halfway through it and had been serenading them ever since. It'd been quite the experience.

A laugh escaped Chloe's lips as she slapped Dean's shoulder. "Leave him be. He's tired."

"He sounds like a bear," Dean snickered.

"You're mean," she informed him with a large smile on her face.

Bobby chose that moment to let out his loudest snore yet.

Chloe and Dean shared a look before they burst out laughing, each having to cover their mouths to keep from making too much noise and waking the man up.

Dorian lay on a warm, thick blanket on the floor and patted his stuffed bear as he eyed them curiously.

Chloe smiled up at Dean, who smiled down at her.

Suddenly realizing how close their faces were, and how close to that precipice she was, Chloe pulled away and cleared her throat. "Well, it's getting late and Dorian and I should be going back home."

"I love having Bobby here," Dean whispered. "But I miss you guys staying over."

She smiled at him. "Yes, well, you'll soon have Dorian over again, don't worry." She grabbed her bag and pulled out her keys before she turned to their son. "Ready to go my handsome little prince?"

Dorian held his hands out to her and smiled.

Dean was the one to pick him up though, a strange expression on his face as he held his son to his heart. "Why don't you just stay over? You can take the bed. I'll sleep on the couch."

She couldn't handle that right now, not since things had gotten one-sidedly awkward. "Don't be ridiculous, you have to go over to the garage tomorrow morning. We'll be fine." She then paused when she saw the reluctance plainly painted on his face. "Okay, how about this? You keep Dorian over tonight. I'll come for him in the morning before you leave."

Dean nodded, gaze not meeting hers. "Sure."

She frowned. He didn't sound too happy. But hadn't that been the whole problem? He wanted his kid to sleep under his roof. She was okay with that.

"I'm thinking of breaking my lease," Dean declared suddenly.

"Wait, why? This is a great neighborhood and it's close to the house." Chloe frowned. "I thought you really liked it here - did I - did you feel pressured into getting this place because of me?"

"What? No!" Dean frowned at her. "I like this place. A lot."

She tilted her head, confused. "Then why do you want to break the lease?"

He cleared his throat and looked away. "It's a little… small."

She didn't think so. The two bedroom duplex was usually more than enough.

"Bobby's going to visit often - I want him to know my son," Dean declared.

She nodded. "As he should. Bobby's lovely."

Dean smiled at that, before he cleared his throat. "I need a bigger place, so he can be here, and so can, uh, Dorian."

"But I'm telling you, you can keep Dorian over tonight. He can even spend tomorrow with Bobby if Bobby doesn't mind taking him to Mrs Kent's around three." Chloe didn't understand what the issue was.

Dean looked annoyed. "It's not enough, okay?"

"Okay, fine. It's your place. You do what you want." She held her hands, submitting to his desire on this subject. "I really need to go though, I have an early class and then I have stuff I need to do so I better be going."

Dean moved with her when she headed towards the door, and was silent as she slipped outside, following after her.

"Ok baby, you be good for your daddy and Grandpa Bobby." She hadn't meant to say that out loud, but she figured that John would never be a good grandfather, and Bobby would be more than perfect for the role. So sue her if what she referred to Bobby as in her mind had just slipped out. "Behave my little prince." She kissed his chubby cheeks and then pulled away and smiled at Dean, a little awkward and not sure why. She could see the displeased agitation on his face, and that only added to the awkwardness. "Well, sleep well Dean." She slugged his shoulder softly - seriously, who was she, Lois? - and then with a smile turned and descended the steps off of the front porch towards her car.

Dean stayed there on the porch, under the light, watching her.

With one last wave she started her car and drove away.

When she glanced back through the rearview mirror, Chloe was surprised to find Dean still on the porch, watching her.


"Is it me, or does Bobby get all tongue-tied around your mom?" Chloe asked.

Clark looked a little shocked at the question. "Do you think he likes her?"

"She's a beautiful woman."

Clark made a face. He visited Chloe and his mother a lot on the sly, and this time was spending a couple of days so he could be here for the birthday party.

"Do you have a problem with her dating again?" Chloe asked softly, hand on his shoulder.

Clark shook his head. "I know she'll always love dad. It's just weird to think of her dating."

"Nothing will probably happen," Chloe consoled him.

Clark eyed her. "That's a new necklace."

"No, actually, I've had it for a couple of months now." Chloe lifted the necklace in question. "Dean gave it to me."

"Did he now?" Clark grinned as he eyed it. "It could be prettier."

She slugged him. "It's apparently a protective symbol." She made a face. "I didn't realize he was superstitious until he gave this to me."

"He obviously knows you well enough if he gave you something like that." Clark laughed when she slugged him harder. "I'm just saying."

She rolled her eyes at him. "It's hard to think of him as superstitious, but I shouldn't be surprised. I mean, the necklace Dor always wears is a protective symbol Dean's little brother gave him one christmas, so it has to be a family thing."

"A family thing." Clark smiled.

She nodded and let the pendant fall to her heart once more. "Can you do me a favor?"

"You know I'm always here to help," Clark reminded.

She smiled. "I need to take a trip somewhere and it'd be best if I could do this without anyone finding out."

"Ah, the Kent Express rides again." Clark grinned. "Sure. Where do you want to go?"

She looked up at him. "Stanford, California."


She sat in the library, going over a book. Sam Winchester's roommate had told her that he was going to grab something to eat before heading to the library, as always, to study late into the night. Considering that Dorian was spending another night at Dean's house (she still didn't get why Dean kept getting so agitated) she had the evening to herself. She got to tour the campus that she might've gone to once upon a different lifetime, and she wondered what it would've been like, juggling being a mother and a student here.

In the end, she'd ended up in the library, and grew so engrossed in a book that she was reading she nearly forgot her mission. With a jolt she sat up in her seat and glanced around to see if anyone new had arrived since she'd last looked, and realized that there were quite a few others around studying intensely. She hadn't actually seen a picture of Sam Winchester, but once her gaze fell upon a giant of a guy hunched over a table she somehow knew.

Standing up and hoping she wasn't wrong and this was some stranger, Chloe moved towards the table in time for him to look up and his blue/greens to catch sight of her approaching, widening. She cleared her throat and gave him a smile as she reached his table. "Are you Sam Winchester?"

He blinked. "Uh, yeah."

"I'm Chloe." She sat down across from him. "You don't know me, but I know your brother."

Immediately his face closed off.

She pushed on despite that. "In fact, I'm here because I want to invite you to our son's birthday party."

Sam narrowed his eyes. "Chirsto."

Had he just cursed at her? She blinked, confused, and hurriedly carried on. "Dean doesn't know that I'm here talking to you, but I know that you mean a lot to him and—."

"How do I know that you're telling the truth?" Sam wanted to know. "My brother isn't a family man. I don't see him settling down with a wife and child and doing the whole civilian thing."

"I'm not his wife. We're only friends." She cleared her throat, seriously nervous. "It was a one night stand."

"Now that sounds like my brother."

She didn't let his attitude dissuade her as she moved to sit next to him (instead of opposite him) and pulled out her phone, pulling up pictures of Dean and Dorian. "That's our son, his name is Dorian."

Sam leaned into her, eyes wide as he reached over to flick through the pictures, his eyes wider and wider with each flick. When he got to a video file, Chloe yanked out her earphones and offered him a plug before she pressed play so that he could watch (and hear) Dean laughing as he tossed a delighted Dorian up in the air only to easily catch him. More and more videos were played, showing different scenes of Dean and Dorian and Chloe.

Finally, in the middle of it, Dean called, his picture flashing on the screen. It was on silent, but still she excused herself and hurried out of the library before answering. "Hey."

"Hey." Dean sounded odd. "Where are you right now?"

"I'm, uh, busy." She licked her lips. "Is Dorian okay?"

"Yeah, it's just that we came over to surprise you with dinner but you weren't home and your father doesn't know where you are." Dean cleared his throat. "You with Clark?"

"I was," she conceded, not wanting to tell him anything just in case Sam didn't come. "I'm not anymore."

He let out a little laugh. "You're being really mysterious."

Damn it. He was right. She was. If she didn't do something he'd get suspicious! "I, uh, I'm with someone." She looked up to see Sam leaving the library as well.

"Myles or Bradley?"

"No. Uh. Neither." She brought her finger to her lips to ask Sam not to speak as she tried to bluff her way out of this situation. "Dean, I really can't talk right now."

There was a pause. "You're on a date."

"I wouldn't say a date, more like an informal one on one." She was drowning here so badly. "Look, I'll talk to you later, okay?" With that she hung up and turned to Sam. "I don't want him to know in case you don't come. He acts like he's made of stone, but when it comes to his family…"

Sam eyed her thoughtfully. "So you and my brother have a baby together."

"Dorian," she reminded him.

"Dean has a fake ID with that name."

"He had one," she corrected. "He got rid of it after he and I, uh, you know, conceived." Oh god, she was floundering so horribly with both brothers right now. Best if she just did what she came for and left before Sam thought his brother had "conceived" with a total idiot. She reached into her pocket and held out an envelope to him. "You don't have to give me an answer now, please don't feel pressured, but it would really mean a lot to the both of us if you're there at Dorian's first birthday party. Bobby's going to be there, and I know he means a lot to Dean, but he's not his baby brother."

Sam stared at her before he took the envelope and opened it, finding an airplane ticket. "I can't accept this."

"You can and you will." Hadn't she just said something about not feeling pressured? Damn it! "Bobby's staying with Dean, but you can stay with me. I've got more than enough space at my house, and I'd love it if you could meet your nephew." She smiled. "And if you could tell me some embarrassing stories about Dean growing up I'd be delighted."

The corner of Sam's lips tilted in a small smile.

"I left a piece of paper with my phone number and house address there as well."

"I could be a psycho." He frowned at her. "You shouldn't just give me—."

"Please come to your nephew's birthday party." She bowed. What the hell was wrong with her?

"Please don't bow," Sam squeaked.

She straightened, flushing in embarrassment. "I need to go catch my ride. But, uh, if you have any questions just call me, okay? And please give it some thought."

He looked at her in silence before he nodded.

With a smile she left before she could make a bigger idiot of herself.

Comments 
17th-May-2015 04:53 am (UTC)
I Love SPN but I love your Bobby even more
He's perfect. Just like I imagined he'd be with Dean and Dor

And I lmao with Chloe talking to Sam :)
I'm hoping he'll accept the invitatiom

And Dean, come on, get some balls and tell Chloe soon why you're being so weird these days lol
17th-May-2015 05:59 am (UTC)
Lord, awkward Chloe is adorable. I was hoping Chloe would find Sam so he could come to the party. I have a feeling Dean is getting the wrong idea about what is going down and it's going to be awesome.
17th-May-2015 01:11 pm (UTC)
" My child and his mother are all I have time for." This is the sweetest thing Dean has ever said!!!!! :D

Ohh Chloe, can't you see he doesn't want you to be just friends?

She went to see Sam! I hope he goes to Dorian's birthday, it'd mean a lot to Dean.
:) :) :)
17th-May-2015 04:31 pm (UTC)
gosh... john is an idiot... and bobby the best, hope dean will show his jealousy open now... so loev the idea of chlean :D

thanks for the update

Edited at 2015-05-17 04:31 pm (UTC)
23rd-May-2015 05:34 am (UTC)
Bobby and Chloe! I must say Chloe pegged Bobby down pretty quick, he is an old softy!

I understand why Dean haven't told Chloe about the "family business" yet but he should. Chloe's totally gonna get it and understand.

Bobby and Mrs. Kent! I didn't see that coming but I'm shipping it! lol

Yeah! Sam and Chloe meeting each other at the library like in the Chlam universe. I fangirl everytime I read a "crossover" with the other universe. It's obvious that Sam is attacted to Chloe. Now will he make a move? What would Dean do about it?

Moving to the next chapter now...
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