Title: What Could Have Been
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Supernatural
Summary:When Dean goes to confront the Djinn he wakes up in a world he doesn't recognize, one in which he doesn't hunt, his mother is alive, his brother hates his guts, and he's married to a beautiful, pregnant, and somewhat scary Chloe Sullivan-Winchester. He's sure he's switched places with the Dean of this reality to try and mend the broken relationship with his brother----but he never thought he'd grow to enjoy the 'other' Dean's life---or fall in love with his wife. When its time to go, will he really want
Note: MAJOR LANA-BASHING IN THIS CHAPTER. Usually I don’t like bashing characters, but it was needed for in this story, so, yeah.
Every single person he and Sammy had ever saved were dead in this universe.
He’d seen Johnny to the school bus and then he’d come back and continued with his search, realizing that even those whom they’d saved while kids with his father were dead as well.
He was rooted to his seat, unable to think, unable to do anything but revel in the shock. He’d never stopped to think about the ones they’d saved. Dean had always only thought about his life, how it would have been better if they’d never hunted, it’d been all about himself.
And now he was faced with the consequences of having lived that lifestyle.
The weight of all the faces he could see so clearly in his mind weighed heavily on his conscience, and at first he didn’t hear the doorbell ringing. Finally the sound broke through his foggy disbelief, and Dean got up, walking towards the front door and opening it on auto-pilot, but the moment he saw the person on the other side of the door he was immediately on the alert.
“What are you doing here?” He glared at Lana Lang as she stood in his doorway.
“Is that any way to treat a lady?” She asked, looking pointedly behind him to the inside of the house, obviously waiting for him to step aside so she could enter.
“Listen lady.” Dean planted himself firmly in the doorway. “Whatever went on between us? It’s over. Goodbye.”
Lana’s eyes narrowed. “If you close this door on me I’m going to make such a scandal on your doorstep that your neighbors will be talking about it till your grandchildren get sick of hearing about it!”
A woman scorned…
Taking in a deep, irritated breath, Dean stepped aside. Chloe was having a delicate pregnancy and he didn’t need something like neighborly gossip to make things worse for her. “Say what you got to say and get the hell outta my house.”
“You’re such a bastard.” She muttered under her breath as she strolled in, heading towards the living room, forcing him to follow.
Closing the door behind her, Dean took in another breath and followed, leaning in the doorway of the living room, looking at her pointedly as she stood in the middle of the room. “What the hell do you want?”
Turning towards him, Lana Lang began, fumbling with her hands. “Dean, you can’t end things between us.”
“Why not? It meant nothing to me. It means nothing to me.” He knew he was being harsh and a right bastard, but he felt angry on Chloe’s behalf. This woman was one of her childhood friends. How could she have betrayed her friend this way?
Lana flinched, looking hurt. “Dean, you and Chloe have always had problems, and you know that what you feel for her has always been obsession instead of love. I mean, when we were teenagers I understood why you liked her, she was smart and sassy and always over your house with Sam. I--,” she looked away, frowning. “I remember the girls hating Chloe because, well, you might have been hooking up with them but you were crying out her name when you came. One of the reasons you never kept a girl long.”
Dean blinked, frozen in surprise as those words tumbled out of her. “What?”
“Don’t---don’t deny it, alright? Chloe might have been oblivious to your sad little obsession with her, but no one elsewas.” She seemed pissed off right now. “I mean, the moment she and Sam broke up no one was surprised when you made your move on her, and got her knocked up. You did that on purpose, didn’t you? To make sure she didn’t get back with Sam when he came back.”
That accusation was flung at him as angrily as if he’d been cheating on her.
But Lana wasn’t finished. “Chloe doesn’t love you, you know that! Sam’s still in love with her and she with him---she’s only with you because you got her knocked up and she doesn’t want her son to live in a broken family.” Lana stomped her foot. “You told me yourself that night that the reason you got her pregnant again was because she was talking about maybe having a trial separation and you knew that Sam was going to swoop back in and take her from you! You’ve always known you couldn’t compete with him in her eyes!”
Dean’s eyes widened as he heard those words coming from the furious woman in his living room. How---how Lana worded things, it, it, made it sounds as if the other Dean had actually been in love with Chloe. But it didn’t fit with how he’d treated his wife.
‘You knew that Sam was going to swoop back in and take her away from you! You’ve always known you couldn’t compete with him in her eyes!’
Had----had the other Dean been such an asshole because he’d been a jealous and insecure son of a bitch?
“You were so drunk, so miserable that night!” Lana continued, throwing her small little bag on the sofa. “You told me all of your woes and I consoled you, I made you feel better! For one night I took away all of your troubles and all theshit Chloe was making you go through! And then you have the gall to tell me the next morning that it meant nothing and you were drunk? That I took advantage of you?”
Dean found himself collapsing on his Lazy Boy as he looked up at the furious, tiny brunette. “We only slept together once.” He whispered, suddenly the whole story falling onto his lap like freezing water. “And I was drunk.”
“That doesn’t mean anything!” Lana growled, coming up towards him and going to her knees between him legs, hands on his thighs. “You came with me to my house, you fucked me all night! And you didn’t call me by Chloe’s name!”
“Did I call you by yours?” Dean asked.
Lana froze, her face tensing, before she looked away. “No. But you called me baby.”
A snort of dark amusement escaped and Dean brought his hands to his face as he chuckled. “I call Chloe that.”
The tiny brunette between his thighs went tense immediately and pulled away, standing up once more. “You didn’t stop me when I told you I’d tell Sam.”
Hazel eyes widened as he pulled his hands from his face “You? You’re the one who told Sam?”
“Yes, you must have thought that I was bluffing, but my feelings for you are real, not like Chloe’s.” She announced. “I told him that we’d slept together, that we were in a relationship, and that he could have your wife. I even sent her a picture of us. It was blurry and you couldn’t see who I was---,” Lana then lowered her head in shame. “I didn’t mean---I didn’t want, I didn’t know she was going to react so badly. I---I never wanted her to almost miscarry Ree---.”
And that was all he heard.
In seconds Dean was on his feet, stalking towards the brunette, grabbing her arms tightly and shaking her viciously, lips a snarl. “You. It’s your fault she nearly lost the baby!”
“Dean!” Lana shrieked in pain and fear. “Stop it! Stop--!”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He growled, tightening his hold on her, fury immeasurable. “You knew Chloe was having a delicate pregnancy and you just wanted to hurt her! Not even you could be stupid enough to think it wouldn’t have affected her! You little skank!”
“I nearly lost my baby because of you!” Dean knew he was hurting her, knew that it was wrong to hurt a woman, but he was just so angry. “I nearly lost my wife!” And with that he threw her away from him and onto the sofa in case he should lose his temper enough to hit her.
“She…” Lana’s voice had lowered, and it was wobbly, filled with tears. “She doesn’t love you, Dean. You’ll never be number one in her eyes. Sam will always be in the way.”
“I don’t care!” Dean snapped. “I love her! That’s enough for me!”
And there was silence as the two of them let those words sink in. Dean didn’t know whether Lana or he was the most surprised at his confession, but it’d shocked them both into silence as Dean sat back down on his seat with a growl.
He---he loved her.
He loved Chloe.
Dean closed his eyes tightly, his hands shaking slightly.
God, he was terrified.
He’d never been truly in love before. Not even his feelings for Cassie were able to compare with the feelings he’d developed for Chloe this last week.
He was in love with his wife.
“I’ll tell…I’ll fight for you.” Lana whispered fiercely.
“Go ahead, tell everyone.” Dean’s eyes narrowed and his mouth was a fierce snarl. “I’ll love to see what Lois does to you once she realizes what you did to her cousin.”
And for the first time true fear entered Lana’s face at the mention of Lois and her formidable wrath.
“Dean…” She pleaded.
“Get the hell outta my house.” Dean growled at her, standing. “And don’t you ever come near me or my family again, do you understand me, Lana? I love my wife, only my wife, and you mean nothing to me. The only way you ever got me to sleep with you was because I was piss-drunk and fucking insecure and jealous of my own brother.”
Tears welled up in Lana’s eyes as she rose and rushed towards the door. Dean followed her to make sure that she really left. That was how, when Lana flung the door open, he too saw the towering, menacing figure of one utterly pissed off Lois Lane.
“Lois.” Lana whispered, fear in that whisper. “I---uh, I came to see Chloe but---.”
“Save it, skank.” Lois’ eyes were like burning fire, her body bristled. “I had a feeling about you from the very beginning, and I followed you and heard everything.”
Lana drew into herself, obviously terrified. “I love him.”
She never saw the slap coming. The sound was loud and violent and took her by such surprise that she nearly fell.
Lois clenched the hand she’d just used to slap Lana with into a fist. “Have you watched the movie The Hand That Rocks The Cradle?” She sneered. “It’s about you.”
“No, it’s not like that.” Lana whispered, cradling her bruised cheek.
“Not interested.” Lois growled, standing aside. “Now get the hell outta here before I smack you a new one.”
Lana looked like she was going to defy the order, and then she rushed away.
Lois watched her going until she’d raced away in her Corvette, before turning to Dean and storming into the house, slamming the door behind her.
“Now Lois---.” Dean placed up his hands, and then Lois had punched him hard on the jaw.
“That was for sleeping with Lana Lang!” She announced, opening and closing her fist, it obviously was stinging her. Lois then took in a deep breath and folded her arms over her chest before a small smile tilted one of the corners of her lips. “Jealous and insecure of your own little brother, huh?”
Dean, jaw still throbbing from the punch, didn’t know how to take that.
“You’re an idiot, Dean Winchester.” And yet Lois was smiling. “For one, you don’t argue with the woman you had an affair with---with your windows open. I mean, any little noisy person could just hide outside and listen to your whole conversation.”
And blinked again.
“You really love my Cuz, huh?” Lois finally asked, still smiling. “Ever since high school?”
By now he was blushing and scowling at her.
“You know, I think I might like you a little now.” The tall brunette announced. “I’ll let Chloe know you’re not in my blacklist anymore.” She paused, looked him over, and smiled brighter. “I don’t know what’s changed this last week, Winchester, but I like it. Keep it up.”
And for the first time that week, his wife’s cousin accepted him.
Dean smiled back at Lois.
And then Back in Black rang throughout the house.
“Gotta get that.” He announced, reaching for his pocket and pulling out his cellular, frowning when he saw the name on the screen. Answering it, he placed the phone to his ear. “Sam?”
“Dean, it’s Chloe.” Sam’s voice was urgent in his ear.
Dean forgot about everything else that’d been bugging him up till that moment, his heart freezing in fear. “What about Chloe? What’s going on?”
“Did something happen to my baby Cuz?” Lois asked, smile gone in seconds, taking worried steps towards Dean.
“Her water broke.” Sam responded to Dean’s question, sounding desperate. “She’s in labor.”
“But the due date isn’t until at least two more weeks!” Dean nearly yelled, ignoring Lois’ gasp.
“Dude, just get here. She’s asking for you.” And with that, Sam hung up.
Dean looked up at Lois. “She’s gone into labor.”
But Lois was already on the phone. “Uncle Gabe? It’s me, Lois. Chloe’s gone into labor. Meet us at the hospital ASAP, Winchester and I are on the way. Call the others. It’s on.” With that she snapped her phone shut and turned to Dean. “You. Me. Impala. Drive. Now.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” Dean muttered to himself as he hurried to grab his keys and they were out of the house in a flash.
Many hours, screams, and a crushed hand soaking in a container of ice later, Risa Winchester was brought into this world. Dean somehow managed to ignore the throbbing pain in his hand as he looked down into the cubical where his now washed and sleeping baby girl was resting.
She was so tiny, so pink, so gorgeous. He’d never seen anything as beautiful or as breathtaking in his whole life, and the fact that this was his and Chloe’s child humbled him in a way he couldn’t explain.
He turned to look at where his wife, exhausted from hours of labor, screaming, and squeezing his still hurting hand, was sleeping just as peacefully as their baby girl.
An adoring smile lit his face as he went towards his wife and bent over her, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as to not awaken her. “I love you.” He whispered, a little uncomfortable at saying those three words to someone, but it felt right if it was to Chloe.
Because it was the truth.
He loved her.
He might have only truly known her for a week, but he’d fallen in love with Chloe Sullivan-Winchester and he knew he was never going to feel this way for anyone else every again.
It was a scary realization.
Seeing movement outside he noticed Lois and Sam were still talking to each other off to the side of the room, and he could only guess what they were saying. It was most probably about Lana’s visit.
Gabe and Martha had left after congratulating him, so they could pick up Johnny at school and keep him over at their house until Dean returned later on in the night. He didn’t want to leave Chloe and Risa’s side though, not even for a moment. So much could happen while he wasn’t there to protect his girls, but he had to take care of Johnny as well, and he was going to have to trust that the doctors would look after his girls throughout the night.
But maybe, maybe he’d ask Gabe and Martha to keep Johnny with them overnight---just in case. And anyway, he couldn’t sleep if he wasn’t with Chloe anymore.
Sensing a presence behind him, Dean turned and frowned when something flickered in front of him, and then the woman in white appeared. She was crying tears of blood, and reaching out an almost lifeless hand towards him. Her mouth was moving slowly, painfully, and yet no sound emerged.
And then with a flicker she’d disappeared again.
Dean’s body tensed up.
The difference was that this time he’d been able to read her lips, and had understood the three words she’d been repeating desperately.
Please, help me.