Oliver’s reaction to finding out the Winchesters were hunters had been negative, but once he realized that they were the sons of John Winchester, a man he’d admired greatly and looked up to as if to his own father, he’d changed his mind on throwing them out on their asses. Chloe had finished telling him the tale when he’d come to bed, and when she’d awoken the next day Oliver had already gotten up and left.
No doubt to talk to the Winchesters himself.
Bathing and changing into a pair of slacks and a tight t-shirt Lois had given her some years back that read “SAVE A HORSE…RIDE A COWBOY”. She’d always found the shirt humorous, and put it on during the days she felt she needed an extra little push.
Today was one of those days.
Leaving the bedroom, Chloe followed the sound of giggling that echoed bodilessly throughout the hallway and came down the stairs to see Anita, visually manifested, giggling and trying to follow Lucy’s yoga positions. Bart was just ogling his girlfriend’s many suggestive poses and whispered something to the little girl ghost that had her laughing and Lucy sending him a suspicious glance.
Lois and Jimmy were nowhere in sight, obviously working at the Daily Planet.
And Oliver, Sam, and Dean were off to the side, talking with serious expressions on their faces. Gregory interrupted the conversation for a second by bringing a tray filled with three cups of coffee.
“Thank you, Gregory.” Oliver announced with a smile, taking one of the cups and sipping it.
Sam and Dean looked like they thought the whole place was insane, but when Dean noticed her watching them he gave her a little smile that had her heart racing, and reached for a cup of coffee, giving it a suspicious sniff before taking a sip---much to his brother’s horror.
“This is---,” Dean blinked, looking at the cup of coffee in shock. “This is actually really good.”
Gregory beamed and offered the last cup to Sam, who warily yet still politely refused.
Oliver nodded to Dean. “Rose makes the best coffee.” He took another sip. “When Chloe first asked me to buy this place for her I was against it. Our prior experience with the undead wasn’t nice to say the least, but she had a vibeabout this place, and I have to admit I’ve grown to love it myself. We don’t even need to have live-in servants, Rose does the cleaning and cooking, Gregory helps us however he can, and Darwin and his kids prove to be fine company and entertainment.”
“You don’t find it unnatural to cohabit with the undead?” Sam asked, frowning as Dean finished the cup of coffee and placed it on the tray with a nod to the ghost.
“I married a metahuman, and our child will most probably have some metahuman ability as well.” Oliver announced easily. “I thrive in things that are ‘unnatural’.”
Sam looked ashamed.
Dean looked unhappy.
Chloe looked to her right when Gregory appeared by her side, holding the cup of coffee Sam hadn’t accepted. “Thank you Gregory.” She smiled, picking up the warm cup, and was about to bring the ambrosia of life to her lips when suddenly it was taken out of her hand. “Hey!” She cried out, glaring at Dean Winchester, who was glaring right back at her. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I don’t care if you heal, coffee isn’t good for the baby.” Dean announced, putting the cup on the tray Gregory was still holding. “Don’t give the child something it needs to heal from even before it’s born. Caffeine stunts growth and just isn’t healthy.”
Chloe’s eyes widened as she looked up at him.
Was he for real?
Dean turned to Gregory, hesitated for a moment, and then sighed as he ran his hand over his short hair. “Don’t you have something like herbal tea or something? She likes Southern Mint and Golden Chamomile---but Honeybush Caramel Tea is her favorite.”
How the hell did he know that?
Gregory seemed to think it over before nodding and floating away.
Chloe looked away from the ghost, thinking only one word: traitor, before turning on the man beside her. “Now seehere Winchester--!”
“Are you not taking care of yourself at all?” Dean snapped, eyes narrowed and on her. “You’re not only taking care of yourself anymore, you have the little tyke to think about, and you have to stop taking your healing ability for granted. You just got lucky last night with that attack and you---!”
Was he scolding her?
The blonde couldn’t believe it, her mouth falling open.
He’d only met her last night and he was scolding her as if he was her father!
“---Aren’t those mothering instincts supposed to have kicked in already? I---.” Dean was apparently on a roll as he continued with his rant.
But I’m not pregnant! So I shouldn’t HAVE to give up coffee!
And yet she couldn’t tell him that.
All she could do was stand there and wait for him to finish so she could kick him or something.
He was frustrating!
You would think he was her husband from the way he was going on!
Dean then turned on Oliver. “And you. You should be taking better care of her! First last night she was all on her own and this morning---you’re not even monitoring her eating habits! She needs a large breakfast to keep her healthy, with tea to help keep the morning sickness away!”
He sounded well versed with what pregnant women should do.
A troubling thought entered her mind.
What if he had a wife and children?
John hadn’t mentioned anything like that, but John loved to be secretive, and anyway, it could have happened after his death.
“Dean, dude.” Sam cleared his throat. “Cut it out. However Mr. Queen deals with his wife is his concern, not yours.”
“No, he’s absolutely right.” Oliver announced walking towards them and placing a possessive arm around Chloe, pulling her to him, gaze on Dean, assessing. “My wife and child should be priorities for me, but unfortunately when you’re blessed or cursed with the social position as I am that is not always the case.”
Chloe wondered what Oliver was doing. He kept looking straight at Dean, as if not wanting to miss one reaction. But why? What had Oliver sensed that she hadn’t?
Dean’s facial features hardened, and he only glared back at Oliver.
For a moment Winchester looked resentful, but that didn’t make any sense, so Chloe dismissed that observation.
“I have a proposition for you---for the both of you.” Oliver suddenly announced, smile unassuming, but Chloe could sense the plans going on quickly in his brain. “As you can see, despite the fact that Chloe can heal she is constantly in danger and now that the news of our child is out she will be even more so.”
“Because she’s pregnant?” Dean asked, confused.
“She’s housing the only heir to Oliver’s gazillions.” Lucy replied, getting into the conversation. “She’s a human piggy bank at the moment. They get rid of her and the baby while she’s pregnant, and then get rid of Oliver? No legal heir to the money. A free-for-all.”
Sam flinched at the thought.
Dean’s features darkened. “Then you have to get her bodyguards. Someone you can trust.”
“Yes, well, there is no one I can trust.” Oliver responded truthfully. “Everyone is already bought or will be bought in the future.” He paused. “John Winchester was the most honorable man I ever had the pleasure of meeting, and I doubt that his sons would let his memory down.”
Sam’s eyes widened around the same time as Chloe’s did as they realized what Oliver was getting at.
Dean, though, was expressionless, wary.
“I have an important trip I must take to Brazil this evening, and I’ll be gone for an indefinite amount of time.” Oliver announced, referring to the secret League operation concerning a 33.1 facility in the depth of the Amazonian jungle. Last night he’d met with his contact from inside the Luthor building and had gotten what he’d needed to begin this mission. “Bart and Jimmy will be going along with me, Bart as an advisory role and Jimmy for publicity of Queen’s role in helping the indigenous and poor of Brazil.”
“And so you’re just leaving Chloe here by herself for a publicity stint? Right after she was attacked? When you knowthere will be future attacks?” Dean was practically growling. “What sort of man are you?”
“The one who knows his responsibilities, Mr. Winchester.” Oliver announced level-headedly. “That is why I’m offering you and your brother the position of guarding my wife and our unborn baby. I will be able to be at peace if I know that she has reliable people to look after her, and the child.”
Internally, Chloe was in hysterics. Oliver! What the hell are you doing? You know he’s my type!
Dean narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Oliver.
“We can’t.” Sam spoke, walking towards them, firm. “We’re hunting after Yellow Eyes and a way to kill him now that he has the Colt, and when we do---.”
“Yellow Eyes?” Bart interrupted, making up his face in confusion.
Lucy shrugged, not sure what they were talking about either.
“I think---.” Chloe paused, frowning slightly at Sam’s description. “I think he’s talking about Azazel.”
“Oh,” Lucy blinked. “That would make sense. I mean, his eyes do go yellow when he manifests himself in his host.”
Bart and Oliver nodded in agreement.
The Winchester brother shared uneasy looks before Dean narrowed his eyes on Chloe. “How do you know the demon’s name?”
“You mean John never told you it?” Chloe asked, confused. What exactly had John decided not to tell his sons?
“Dad knew its name?” Sam asked, shocked, looking slightly betrayed. “What else didn’t he tell us?”
Chloe shook her head with a wry smile. “I was wondering the exact same thing.”
“Well, if you’re looking for Azazel, or Yellow Eyes as you call him, I’d wait right here.” Lucy announced slowly, looking at Chloe before returning her gaze to the Winchesters. “He shows up once in a while---leaves the place stinking of sulfur for days after he’s gone.”
“Wait, what?” Sam’s eyes were dark and suspicious. “Why would Azazel come here to visit you? Why would you let him?”
“Because we can’t do anything else about it.” Chloe snapped, taking in her breath. “No matter where I am, no matter what anti demon things I put up, he will always be able to appear.”
“Why?” Dean’s voice was dark and deep.
Chloe closed her eyes tightly. “Because that was part of the deal.”
There was a moment’s silence.
And then she was yanked out of Oliver’s arm, and was being shaken by a furious Dean Winchester.
“Why the hell would you make a deal with that motherfucker?” Dean growled into her face.
“I didn’t!” She growled back, jerking out of his hold and her hand connected loudly with his cheek. “I wasn’t the one who made the goddamned deal with that bastard!” She looked away, making sure she kept her tears firmly held. “I was only the condition for the deal! Okay? Are you happy now? You jerk!” And with that Chloe hurried away before she broke down and cried in front of everyone.
Dean Winchester felt like a big, mega jerk.
Queen had been getting on his nerves, as had the whole situation, and then when he’d found out that there was a deal with the motherfucker who’d ruined his family and it somehow had to do with Chloe, he’d snapped. Of course, now that he knew the basics of that deal he felt like the jerk Chloe had called him before rushing away with Lucy giving him a glare before hurrying after her.
Oliver and Bart had been ceremoniously secretive and tight-lipped about much concerning this deal, but Queen hadtold both Sam and him that a deal by a third person had been made with Yellow Eyes---Azazel---and one of the conditions to this deal was unlimited access to Chloe whenever the demon wished it. Dean had wanted to know the identity of the person who could have done such a thing, but neither man would reveal anything other than the previously mentioned information to the brothers.
Knowing this, Dean wasn’t going to leave Chloe’s side, even if she really wanted him to, and Sam had decided that staying was the best thing to do. They would be taking care of an innocent and could glean the information the others had on this demon.
Sam had announced that maybe, in his own way, dad had paved the road for them.
Dean had found that sentimental bullshit and had refused to think in such a way.
“She doesn’t hate you, you know.” Lucy’s voice announced, and he looked up to see her leaning in the doorway, a plate with a piece of pie in her hand. The girl walked towards him and passed him the plate before sitting in front of him. “Here, its your favorite.”
“How--?” Dean asked, looking down at the plate of pie in surprise. “How did you know that this was my favorite?” He looked up at her and suddenly narrowed his eyes. “Are you psychic?”
She grinned. “Nope. Just a normal human.” The girl then tilted her head to the side. “I just, I remember you. From the dream world.”
Dean froze. “What?”
“Whose memories did you think the Djinn took and manipulated to create your dream world?” Lucy wanted to know, shaking her head at him. “They were my memories of my family and friends. That’s why I was able to watch you living in them, but only at certain times was I able to manifest and try get your attention. You’d gotten captured after me, you were stronger. If you got out of the dream world you’d be able to save me.”
The hunter couldn’t believe it. “You---you saw the dream world? Saw---?”
“Saw that you were married to my big cuz and had a family with her?” Lucy asked, smiling mischievously. “Or maybe you meant the part where you were pathetically in love with her?”
Oh crap. “Does she---?”
“Nah, I never told her what happened while I was under the thrall of the Djinn.” Lucy shook her head. “Said I couldn’t remember.”
“Well, why tell her about you if you weren’t anywhere around?” The girl wanted to know. “And now that you’re here I’m glad I didn’t. This will be a whole lot more interesting this way.”
“She’s married.” He snarled and took a big bite of the pie that he just couldn’t enjoy under these circumstances. “And about to have that bastard’s tyke.”
“Yes, she’s married to Oliver, and while they care a lot for each other, theirs isn’t exactly a conventional marriage.” Lucy announced mysteriously.
Dean’s gaze swung to her again, eyes narrowing. “What do you mean?”
“Mean? Nothing.” She grinned, standing. “All I’m saying is that I would have expected the man who would prefer to die in the dream world knowing it wasn’t real, to fight for the woman he loves when he finally found her in the realworld. That’s all.”
Dean blinked. “You’re saying that you want me to take Chloe from Oliver.” He paused. “Why? You like him or something?”
“Oh god no!” Lucy cried, horrified. “Ollie’s nice but he’s so stuffy sometimes. That’s what I love about my Bart, he’s so carefree and full of life!”
Okay, the girl’s eyes practically shone when she talked about Bart, so it was definitely not because she wanted Queen for herself.
That just made her declaration even more intriguing. “Why do you want me to do this then?”
Lucy sighed, turning to look at Dean thoughtfully. “Because that dream Chloe was happier than my cousin has ever been in her whole life. Because my cousin spent most of her life in love with men who just couldn’t turn off their Lana-blinders or just couldn’t realize how great a woman she was. Because my cousin never has had anyone love her the way you loved her dream self. Because she deserves to be happy for once in her goddamned life and have someone look after her the way she’s always had to look after us!” Lucy announced, vehemently, before taking in a deep breath and smiling charmingly at Dean. “That’s why. Are those good enough answers for you or do you need me to continue?”
Dean looked at her before grinning slightly. “This is a nice pie.”
She grinned back. “I thought you’d say that.” Her grin grew. “Despite being dead, Rose’s cooking is still the best I’ve ever had.”
Dean blinked. “This is ghost pie?”
They looked up at the front door banged violently and Lois’ angry voice could be heard yelling for Oliver.
Lucy sighed, shaking her head. “Jimmy must have told her about the trip to Brazil. He was right to take it though, she’s only using him subconsciously to get over your father, and it really isn’t working or fair to the both of them.”
Dean couldn’t help but feel conflicted. Sure, he knew that his mother had died when he was young and that left John alone for so many years, but he didn’t know how to feel about John Winchester having found someone else and almost starting up a new family. “They were in love, huh?”
“Oh, yeah.” Lucy grinned. “John was wicked possessive of her, just like you were with Chloe in the dream world. It broke my sister’s heart when she thought he’d just abandoned her.”
Dean sighed, looking down at his plate of half-eaten pie.
“It’ll do both Jimmy and Lois good to be apart for a while.” Lucy added. “Before he falls in love with her and gets his heart broken. I truly think that’s the reason why he accepted to go with Oliver.”
Dean shrugged, not really interested in Jimmy or Oliver.
“You know, your brother? He reminds me so much of John.” She tapped her lips thoughtfully. “Hmm, I wonder…”
Dean looked up at her in confusion, wanting to know what that had to do with the subject.
“Oh well, enjoy your pie!” And with that, Lucy skipped away, apparently quite pleased with herself.
Dean watched her go and shook his head.
But she was his new ally, and that made Dean smile as he continued to eat his treat.
This really is good pie.