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
NOTE: Should be ONE OR TWO chapters more to this story. Not sure. All depends on how long the next chapter is.
Dean refused to move from Chloe’s side until she and little Risa were discharged from the hospital a couple of days later. In all of that time the woman in white hadn’t appeared before him, and while a part of him felt guilty, a bigger part of him resisted it, concentrating on his wife and children.
He wasn’t a hunter anymore.
He shouldn’t have to deal with this.
Shouldn’t have to deal with her.
And yet he found himself waiting for the woman’s next appearance with dread.
Somehow he just knew that this wasn’t over yet.
“Hey.” He whispered, embracing Chloe from behind as she stood in the nursery, gazing down at Risa as they baby slept happily in her pink crib.
“Hmmmm.” Chloe moaned in happiness, leaning back against him. Turning her head she pressed a loving kiss to his cheek before returning her gaze to their child. “Have you ever seen such a perfect being?” Her voice was soft as to not wake the baby, and filled of love and awe.
“I might have.” He whispered, nuzzling her ear and closing his eyes, inhaling her scent. He was taunt and ready at just the smell of her skin, and yet he held himself back because she wasn’t yet completely healed, and he wasn’t about to hurt her, no matter how much he wanted her.
“You’re such a sweet-talker.” Chloe giggled, clasping her arms around his at her waist. “I always found it hard to resist you as a teenager because of just that.”
“Huh?” He asked, eyes opening in surprise. “As a teenager?” There was a pause. “This before or after you started dating my kid brother?”
“Don’t let him hear you calling him that.” Chloe warned playfully, a faint blush climbing up the silk of her neck. “And as for your question, I had a crush on you when you since the first moment I met you, but you only saw me as the annoying little kid down the block who would tag along with you and your brother despite your protests.”
“I never thought you were annoying.” He murmured into her ear, smirking with pleasure when she shivered slightly in his arms.
“Right.” She laughed. “So all the times you said ‘you’re annoying’ were just a cover up for your deep sexual frustration towards me.”
He was silent, deciding that she was probably right.
Chloe didn’t seem to notice this as she continued. “And then you started serial dating like crazy and Sam and I spent more time together and, you know.” She sighed. “I’m sorry, I know you hate me talking about---.”
“No, no, continue.” He pressed on. Things had been getting interesting. “Please, tell me more.”
Leading him away from the crib, with a small smile on her face, they checked in on Johnny to make sure that he was truly asleep and hadn’t pulled a fast one on them like he was known to do by whipping out a flashlight and coloring under the covers as soon as they tucked him into bed. When they were sure that he was truly out for the night, the Winchesters went to their bedroom.
Lying down, Dean drew Chloe to his chest, enjoying the heat of her body. “So, you were saying?”
She was silent for a moment before hugging him tighter to her. “Don’t ever think for one minute that I didn’t love your brother when I was going out with him. I was completely faithful to him and loved him tremendously, but it washard not to blush or react whenever you’d pay some attention to me and flirt.” She sighed. “I remember that it made Sam so jealous and insecure.”
Dean blinked, surprised by this bit of knowledge. “Sam was insecure about me when you two were going out?”
“Oh boy, was he ever.” Chloe sighed, rubbing her cheek against his chest. “Even though he knew I’d never betray him he was also insecure when it came to you---then again, you had flirted up a storm with every single one of his girlfriends in the past.”
Dean decided to remain silent on that one. He could figure out why he would have done it. From what he’d been told, Chloe had always been around even when she wasn’t dating Sam, and Dean’s teenaged version would have wanted to not only annoy Sammy, but see if he could get a rise out of his true object of interest.
“Then Sam and I decided to break up when he was accepted into Stanford.” Chloe continued, beginning to trace a pattern on his shirt. “I wanted him to be able to enjoy the experience and concentrate on his studies, I didn’t want him having to try and balance life there and a relationship with me here. We agreed it was best to just remain friends.” She paused. “Despite that it still hurt, and I think I was kinda in shock when you started asking me out.”
Dean winced, wondering how exactly he’d gone around doing that. If he’d been as crazy about her as Lana led him to believe, then he’d been wanting her for years, and if she’d suddenly become available he could clearly see himself going after her full-throttle.
It must have been---overwhelming for her to say the least.
“At first I thought you were only teasing.” She admitted softly. “I mean, you’d never given me any indication that you might like me before, and then all of a sudden you’re calling me up and visiting me at home and at work, asking me out on dates.” She moved her arm so that she was now hugging his chest. “I have to admit, I laughed you off the first couple of times thinking you were kidding me, but when you told me you were serious, that you wanted to go out with me---I---I’d never seen that look on your face before.”
“Look?” Dean winced. “I had a look?”
“Yeah.” She laughed. “Sheer determination. It kinda turned me on.”
Dean closed his eyes tightly. Now was not a time to be talking about being turned on. Not if he wanted to keep control of himself. “Continue.” He winced at how pained his voice had sounded. Sam’s right, I GOTTA stop thinking so much with my downstairs brain!
“But I didn’t want to do anything to hurt Sammy, so I continued to tell you no.” Chloe whispered. “That is, until he mentioned some girl to Mary and I thought---he’s moving on. That meant I could say yes to you and not feel guilty. So I did—say yes.”
The eldest Winchester couldn’t believe it. He remembered the story Lana had given him, and now that he hadChloe’s side of the story he couldn’t help but think how stupid the other him had been. He’d been so jealous and insecure about being second to Sammy---when Chloe had always liked him.
“So we got together, I charmed you---.” He began, prompting her to continue.
“And knocked me up.” Chloe laughed good-naturedly about it as she gave him a little squeeze. “I had to admit that it wasn’t the best of timing. I mean, I’d just decided to go off the next year to NCU and then somehow one of our condoms must have broken because I’m bending over the toilet with morning sickness.”
Dean closed his eyes again, tighter.
I’m a son of a bitch---no offense mom.
Lana was right. He had gotten Chloe pregnant on purpose---but it hadn’t been to make sure that she wouldn’t get with Sam when he returned for vacation---but it was to make sure that she wouldn’t leave for college.
I deserved the years of insecurity for that!
“I told you about it, and you proposed, with your beer cap. Not one of your most shining moments.”
“Yeah.” He winced, still not getting how he’d thought she’d accept the beer cap.
Chloe sighed, seeming content to talk and continue dwelling in their walk down memory lane (or his guide down it). “I thought you only wanted to do the right thing---and was terrified of what dad and Lois would do to you for knocking me up.”
He could see how that could factor in on it, but Dean really didn’t think that was the real reason why he’d been so adamant in his proposals.
“I told you that I wasn’t going to force you into a marriage with me just because we’d messed up and this had happened, but you insisted on doing the right thing and making sure Johnny wasn’t born to unwedded parents.” Chloe’s voice was soft and slightly sleepy. “It was only when a month later I told you that I was thinking of abortion, and you went to your knees and begged me not to---to marry you instead, that I realized how serious you really were about this.”
Dean went rigid, turning in her embrace so he could see her face. “You were going to abort Johnny?”
“No.” She replied, shaking her head. “But I wanted to test you, to see if you were still interested in marrying me if you had a chance to get out.”
“You---you evil little minx.”
“Yeah, I know.” She grinned, hugging him closer.
“So,” Dean drew her closer even, resting his chin on the top of her head. “Sammy came back on vacation and found you not only going out with me, but knocked up, and engaged.”
“Yeah, it wasn’t---that was kinda uncomfortable, wasn’t?” She whispered, burrowing her face in his shirt once more. “I mean, Mary was all for our relationship, and John was being as supportive as he could---he just really wanted that grandchild so much. But Sam---I hadn’t realized that no one had told him about what was going on.”
“They probably didn’t want to bother him, or make him lose his concentration on his studies.” Dean guessed.
“Still, I think it would have been better to break him in slowly to the situation than for him to come back home and have everything dumped on him all of a sudden.”
“True.” He agreed. “And then I had to top everything and asked him to be my best man.”
“And he punched you.”
“Really?” Dean asked, impressed.
“You’re telling me you forgot the whole two weeks you couldn’t see out of your left eye?” She sounded amused.
“Wow, so even in this dimension he has a mean right hook.” Dean grinned, proud of his baby brother.
“In this dimension?” Chloe asked.
“Huh?” Dean asked.
His wife frowned. “You said something about dimensions?”
He gulped, using his poker face. “No I didn’t.”
Chloe pulled away and looked him in the face for a moment before his poker face won out and she rested her head against his chest once more, sighing. “Weird, I was so sure I’d heard you say something about dimensions.”
“You’re tired.” Dean tried to play it off as that, stroking the small of her back under her shirt, relishing the touch of her skin. “So, we got married, Sam was my best man, and dad died in his sleep.”
“Of a stroke.” Chloe agreed, sighing. “It really broke Mary’s heart that John died, but especially that he did it only a couple of months before Johnny was born.” She sighed again. “John had so wanted to hold his grandson in his arms and he never got to.”
Dean held Chloe closer at the thought of his mother losing his father. How had she survived it? Even with Johnny and Risa, Dean didn’t know if he’d be able to do the same if something happened to Chloe.
“And we had our rough spots, like almost a year ago when I thought we should have a trial separation to remind each other why we loved each other and got married.” Chloe smiled, he could feel it against his shirt. “I remember it was summer and Johnny was spending the week with his friend. It was a Friday evening. You told me we didn’t need to be apart to remember it. You threw me on the bed, and we didn’t leave the bedroom till Monday morning.”
Dean’s eyes widened and he felt himself reacting to the insinuation, to the imaginings going on in his mind at that. “And that was how we got Risa.”
“Yep.” She grinned.
He was reacting strongly to her story and her presence---and she wasn’t healed enough to tend to him.
The doorbell rung.
“And that would be Sam.” Chloe smiled, pressing a kiss to Dean’s cheek and rolling so that her back was to him. “Turn off the light on your way out.”
“Wait—what?” He asked, confused. “Why would Sammy be---?”
“He wants to talk to you.” And she sounded like she was smiling. “I don’t know what you did, but for the first time since---forever Sammy wants to talk to you. So get your butt out there and reconcile with your little brother.”
“If you don’t, I’m not having sex with you for a month.”
And Dean was up in a second, hurrying out of the bedroom and down the stairs to open the front door to his brother, muttering about evil minxes and why a man lost all his masculinity once he fell in love.
Sam looked uncomfortable on the other side of the door, dressed down in casual clothes. “Chloe told you I was coming over?”
“Not until the doorbell rung.” He stood aside and motioned inside with his head. “Come on in.”
Nodding, Sam shucked his hands into his pockets and entered the house heading towards the living room.
“Wanna beer?” Dean asked, knowing that beer and sports were the only things he and Sam could usually agree on.
“Coors?” The taller Winchester asked.
“Of course.” He snorted at the thought of his home not having cooled Coors, and went to get them each one. Dean grabbed the cans from the fridge and returned, tossing Sam his and sitting down. “So. Chloe said you wanted to talk to me?”
Sitting down, Sam nodded, waiting a little to open his can. “I’ve been thinking, about what Lois said she overheard between you and Lana. I---I don’t really know why I’m here or what I want to say.”
Dean was silent. He had a feeling, deep down inside, that this was going to somehow turn into a chick-flick moment, and while every instinct inside of him screamed for him to keep that from happening, the other half of him remembered the threat of no sex for a month if he didn’t make back up with Sam…and the horny half was his strongest half.
“I always knew you liked Chloe.”
The change in topic surprised the crap outta him. “Huh?”
Sam opened his can of beer and looked at the opening in silence for a second before continuing. “I always knew that you liked Chloe and she had a thing for you—but I was in love with her and she was my best friend, so when you didn’t make a move I did.”
What was tonight?
Dr. Phil night?
“I kinda always knew she was going to end up with you though.” Sam responded, taking a sip of the beverage. “Not the way you two hooked up, but I knew it was going to happen.” He trailed his thumb over the rim of the can. “Didn’t mean I stopped loving her though. But you already knew that.”
He’d thought that there was still an attraction and close friendship between them, but he hadn’t figured out that his baby brother was still in love with his wife after all these years!
“I know I threatened you with telling Chloe that it was Lana you slept with when she decided to forgive you and give you another chance, but you know the real reason why I didn’t do it?”
“No.” But at least now he finally knew what the ‘it’ Sammy had threatened him with was.
“Because it would destroy Chloe. And I realized something, something I didn’t want to accept until I watched you two this last week and heard what Lois overheard during your conversation with Lana.” Sam looked up at Dean finally, face serious yet with a small smile. “Chloe’s never going to love me again in that way because you’re the one she’s always truly loved.”
Dean was blown away by this confession and didn’t know what to say about it.
“And now---now I can finally let go of her. And you know why?” He didn’t wait for Dean to answer. “Because this whole week, and the Lana thing, finally showed me that you love her too. You really love her. And you’re going to give her the happiness she deserves.”
Once again, Dean couldn’t speak.
He didn’t know what to say.
This was a total chick-flick moment and not only was he uncomfortable with them, but he was no good during these times. He was supposed to say something pansy-ish to his brother and then they would have to hug, and, well, Dean really wasn’t big on hugging---especially with other men.
It---it just wasn’t right.
“So, truce? Shake on it?” Sam asked, extending his hand.
Hallelujah he was saved!
Grinning, Dean outstretched his hand and clasped his brothers, shaking it. “I missed you, Sammy.”
Sam smiled softly. “I missed you too.” He got up. “I gotta use the bathroom. Mom’s on that juice diet and I was over there before I came here, and she had me trying out all of her different blends.”
Dean smirked. “You brave little soldier you.”
Snorting, Sam headed towards the guest bathroom.
Dean grinned and finished his can of beer.
Life was amazing.
He and Sammy had made peace.
Chloe had had the baby.
Chloe would soon be healed and he’d be able to---.
The air around him went cold and suddenly the woman in white flickered into existence in front of him. She looked even worse than usual, desperation darkening her eyes and making her skin seem paler than usual.
“You again.” He narrowed his eyes. “You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not a hunter anymore. I can’t help you. I have a family I have to take care of.” He closed his eyes, fighting against the feeling of guilt. His family came first, his wifecame first. “I’m sorry.”
That desperation grew stronger and then she reached forwards and placed her chilling hand on his forehead.
Suddenly images assaulted Dean. They were of a dark place he remembered so very well—it was the place he’d gone to confront the Djinn in the other universe, his old one, the one he’d almost forgotten about. Yet this time the images weren’t of him, the images were of the Djinn throwing someone into a wall before charging at the hurt person fiercely.
And then the woman in white flickered out of existence, taking the warning away with her.
Dean was frozen in his seat in horror, hazel eyes open wide.
His horror wasn’t because his mind had been raped by the spirit’ trespass. It was because he’d seen the face of the Djinn’s future victim in his vision as the creature closed in for the kill.