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Meeting Sam Winchester 4/5 
8th-May-2009 11:18 am
chlam--tender look



Title: Meeting Sam Winchester
Sequel to: Possession and Being Good Is Overrated
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Pairing: Chloe Sullivan/Sam Winchester
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Supernatural
Summary:  Chloe has been seeing shadow people for three days now and knows that something is about to happen, but she never thought Sam Winchester would appear at her workplace, and wasn't ready for what he had to say...or the immense attraction and connection she feels to the man tortured by his own memories.
Note:  Written for My Paranormal 150 Prompt Table THIS CHAPTER'S PROMPT IS: # 30. Ghost Lights.


 

She wanted to concentrate on her lesson, she really did, but it was hard when she realized how intimate learning to shoot could be. Something inside her mind was suspicious, wondering if everyone who was taught to shoot had to be rearranged and touched as many times as she had, but she pushed that doubt away as stupid.

She was just probably really bad at this.

“No, if you hold it like that then when you shoot the force will jerk the handle back into this part of your chest here and it’ll hurt.” Sam announced patiently, coming behind her and fixing the position of the butt of the rifle, his arms around her, his breath at her ear.

Chloe’s eyes dropped closed and her mouth opened in a silent gasp as her body tingled where it met his. Her heart was beating frantically in her ears and it was all she could do to keep her breathing normal.

“You’re too tense.” He whispered close to her ear, his breath tickling her, causing heat to jolt up her spine.

Great.

She was getting goose bumps.

Relax.”

How the hell was she supposed to relax while his arms were around her body and his breath was on her ear turning her on like she’d never been turned on before? She felt like she was developing a fever and the pounding in her ears was becoming unbearable.

If she didn’t get control over herself or caused a distraction Sam was going to get over his male obliviousness and realize his effect on her…and he’d probably laugh, and Chloe just wouldn’t be able to take being laughed at.

So she pulled the trigger.

The shot went wide, not even hitting the target, and as Sam had predicted, the rifle jerked backwards and hit her hard against her tender flesh, bruising her. And since she was so tense it made it even worse.

Ouch!” Chloe groaned, turning and shoving the rifle into Sam’s arms, successfully putting something between them before she made a fool of herself. “That hurt!”

Sam was silent and still for a moment before shaking his head. “I told you to relax.”

“I couldn’t!” She snapped and turned so that her back was to him, taking in a deep breath, closing her eyes, doing some of those breathing techniques Lois would do while performing Tai Chi.

She needed to calm down.

There was no reason for her to be so worked up.

Sam was being a good guy and teaching her something she’d asked him to. It wasn’t his fault that she’d suddenly become a total skanksince she’d met him and felt like jumping his bones every time he came near her.

Calm down. He has a girlfriend. I think.

She wasn’t exactly sure what the relationship between him and the demon Ruby was, but every time she worked up her courage to ask him something happened and she couldn’t get the question out. Maybe deep down inside she really didn’t want to take the risk of him confirming her suspicion about him and Ruby.

There was no way she could compete with the gorgeous and competent demon who she was sure could fire off a rifle without all this hassle.

Chloe growled, her calming techniques going bust at that last thought.

So deep in her thoughts, Chloe hadn’t noticed Sam watching her carefully before resting the rifle against their little booth and cracking his hands before bringing them down on her shoulder. A little cry escaped her lips at the unexpected touch, and she went tense all over, not exactly sure what was going on and not brave enough to turn around and figure it out.

“You’re too tense.” Sam admonished in an odd voice, beginning to work his fingers over the material of her shirt. He’d come to pick her up right after work that day and had taken her here to practice, and he seemed very invested in this training.

He was even massaging her for crying out loud.

But instead of relaxing her it was only working her up more. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep her moan silent at the feeling, knowing her heartbeat was ridiculously fast right about now.

“You’re only going to hurt yourself if you continue practicing like this.” Sam explained, working his way from her neck to her shoulder blades, each sweep of his thumbs striking a match of fire and a mixture of pain and relief as he worked at her knots, relaxing her slowly against her own will.

Giving into the feeling, Chloe felt her eyes close as she gave a little whimper at the pleasure as Sam continued to massage back up her shoulder, his thumbs slipping into the inside of the neck of her shirt, making contact with her skin. His calluses rubbed against her silky soft skin, and Chloe whimpered louder, her voice husky with need.

But she just didn’t notice.

It was taking all of her effort to just continue breathing as his pleasurable assault continued, and she barely noticed when his hands slipped from her shoulders down her arms, or that there was heat at her back, his scent surrounding her…or that there was harsh breathing at her neck.

“I just don’t get it.” Someone in the booth next to theirs said, jolting both back into awareness and Chloe jerked away, heart racing, face inflamed, thanking all heavens for her back being to Sam so he couldn’t see the look on her face. “I mean, there has to be an explanation for them.”

“I don’t know, but they creep me out.” The other person in his booth announced. “But they appeared since yesterday, and haven’t left. We haven’t seen anything like this before.”

Chloe, her investigative side getting the better of her embarrassed and turned on one, turned towards the thin wall separating the different booth, tilting her head slightly, trying to hear the conversation better.

“People are calling them ghost lights, and while I scoffed at it when I first heard it I can’t find another explanation for it.” The first replied, sounding confused. “I mean, there’s just balls of light that are appearing all around Metropolis and I heard its happening in Smallville as well.”

“The Police Department over there called in reports as well?” His partner asked, obviously concerned.

“Yep.” The first replied. “Its unnerving. Firstly for three days it was unnaturally shadowy and dark, and ever since yesterday these unexplained globes of light are appearing everywhere?”

“I hate to sound religious, but this sounds like something that would have my grandmother talking about the apocalypse.”

“Who fucking believes that shit anymore Larry?” The first snorted, disgusted.

“Well, something is happening, that’s obvious Frank.” The second defended.

“But the fucking apocalypse?” He sounded like he was sneering.

“Okay, maybe that was an overkill.” Larry admitted. “But whatever it is, it’s happening around here. Has anywhere else in Kansas have this happen?”

“Nope, just us and Smallville.” Frank answered. “I’m taking my kids to see them tonight.”

“You’re taking Suzie and Mark to see the unexplained lights?” Larry sounded horrified. “What if its aliens?”

“What the fuck Larry? First the apocalypse and now an invasion? What are you? High?”

“Where do you think the X-files gets their information?” Larry wanted to know. “The truth is out there, my friend.”

Frank snorted in disbelief.

“So, have you heard where the biggest congregation of these lights are centered?” Larry wanted to know.

“Yeah. In Smallville. Some place called Crater Lake. That’s where I’m taking the Missus and the kids.” Frank announced.

“If you get taken by the aliens, tell me all about it, unless you’re returned fifty years from now. I’ll probably have already be dead by then.”

“You’re the weirdest partner the Police Department has ever given me, Larry. I want you to know that.”

“Thanks Frank.”

Sam and Chloe turned to each other, both thinking the same thing.

“Crater Lake?” Sam asked.

Chloe grinned. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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By the time they got to Crater Lake it was filled with people who’d come to see the appropriately termed ‘ghost lights’. The balls of glowing balls of lights floated in a large congregation in the air above the large body of water. The place was lit up with light despite it being night.

People from Smallville, Metropolis, and camera crews were there. Chloe noticed Cat Grant, the gossip columnist of the Daily Planet, standing there with her notepad, pen, and photographer. Obviously she’d been assigned to this case for some reason, and Chloe wondered what’d prompted Perry to do that.

There was someone from the Inquisitor as well.

Chloe grinned.

She knew Lois was going to have a fit when she realized that something like this had happened where she was living here in Smallville and she hadn’t even been here to cover it. She’d be especially ticked if this lead about the Chupacabra turned out to be false.

“Should we be worried?” Chloe whispered to Sam, who stood next to her protectively, eyes dark and on those around them, as if expecting black eyes to turn towards them any minute now.

He was silent, looking through the multitude before his gaze went to the balls of light. “Those aren’t traditional ghost lights, or as they’re better known as ‘Will o’ the Wisp’. These, these are just staying there, and I don’t sense anything malevolent in them.” He turned to look at her. “Do you?”

She blinked, surprised at the question. “How would I know?”

“You have demon in you, you should be able to sense something.” Sam responded before turning his gaze back to the lights. “I think this version of the ghost light is just like the shadow people three days ago. I think this is an omen.”

“And omen of what?” She asked, turning towards him.

“I don’t know.” He responded truthfully, eyes going to the countless innocent families with children, and the news reporters. Sam’s hand went to Chloe’s shoulder, protectively, his thumb touching the skin of her neck.

And suddenly the ghost lights began to move from where they’d been stationary over the water. The began to move out, and before anyone could truly understand what was happening the lights were surrounding them, and a ghostly, enchanting and melancholic piece of music began to play in the air as the lights danced around the people.

At first there was a little panic, but when everyone realized that the lights were doing nothing more than dancing around them to the eerie yet breathtaking music, they watched in awe.

Chloe had to admit that she was one of those people.

Eyes wide and smile awed, Chloe watched as several lights circled in an “8” formation between her and Sam before another chain of light circled outside of those doing the ‘8’ formation. She didn’t feel whatever threat Sam must have felt to pull her tighter to him, a few of his fingers accidentally shoved under the neck of her shirt against her skin.

The contact made her shiver, but she couldn’t pay much attention as the lights continued to dance around.

Reaching out her hand she watched as a light floated into it, and Chloe grinned, laughing softly as another joined it and they seemed to dance on her palm, circling each other gracefully.

She didn’t notice how Sam had torn his suspicious gaze from the lights and had turned it towards her, a soft smile tilting his lips.

Beautiful.” Chloe whispered, entranced.

And then, in the blink of an eye, the lights all disappeared, and everything was dark with only the moon left to light the night.

People gasped in surprise, some moaned in sadness, and yet other more fanatical ones begged the ‘demi gods’ to take them with them.

Chloe turned to Sam, a little taken back to see that he’d already been looking at her. “That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life.”

“Yeah.” Sam responded with an odd look in his face. “It was.”

Not exactly sure why he was looking at her like that, Chloe suddenly realized that he was still holding her and she blushed scarlet, looking away.

“Chloe!”

She looked up at Clark’s voice and smiled, walking out of Sam’s hold to go and hug her best friend. “Clark!”

They held each other tightly before grinning in each other’s face.

“Weren’t they beautiful?” Lana asked, appearing in the shadows behind Clark, eyes wide. “At first we were worried, but they weren’t doing anything harmful. And then the music, and they danced, and it was so beautiful.”

“I know.” Chloe smiled at her female friend, who was grinning at Clark, so obviously they’d made back up. “Sam and I came immediately to see them when we overheard some people talking about it, and it was amazing.”

Lana grinned and she turned to look behind Chloe at Sam. “Hey Sam. Nice to see you again.”

Clark nodded in Sam’s direction.

“Nice to see you two as well.” Sam announced, coming towards them and placing an arm around Chloe’s shoulder in a very casual gesture.

Chloe’s eyes widened and she blushed, but then feeling the hustle and bustle of everyone around them as they turned to leave now that the ghost lights were gone, she understood. Sam was keeping an arm around her like Clark with Lana because otherwise they might be separated, and it wasn’t safe.

Maybe I can just forget that for a moment and pretend it’s because he likes touching me.

“Sure.” Sam nodded, answering something Clark had asked him before turning to Chloe. “You don’t mind, right?”

She blinked, not sure what they were talking about and embarrassed at having been caught zoning out. “Um, no?”

Lana grinned knowingly. “Why would Chloe mind you all coming back to the farm with us and having dinner?” She was sneaky when she had to be, helping Chloe figure out what she’d missed. The brunette turned to Clark. “We wanted to apologize for how we must have appeared to you yesterday, and were going to invite you over after we came to see the lights.”

“I wonder what they were.” Clark nodded, looking around them, they were now almost completely alone, the people having left while they stayed and talked.

“We should probably go.” Chloe quickly intervened. “Even without freaky lights Smallville isn’t safe in the day much less in a remote place at night.”

Amen.” Lana mumbled under her breath, obviously remembering all the countless times her life had been in danger. She then smiled. “Well, we’ll lead the way in the truck and you guys can come behind us in Chloe’s Yaris.”

“Actually, we took Sam’s Impala.” Chloe announced sheepishly.

Clark’s eyes widened. “An Impala? Those are beauties if maintained properly. Where are you guys parked?”

Sam grinned for the first time since he’d met Clark, and the two of them began to talk in front about cars and makes, leaving Chloe and Lana to follow behind.

Lana looked in shock. “Wow.”

Chloe turned to her, confused. “Wow what?”

“He’s gorgeous when he’s all dark and silent and broody, but when he smiles?” Lana blinked, shaking her head and looping her arm around Chloe’s, grinning like a conspirator in crime. “He’s sinfully delicious!”

“Don’t make Clark hear you say that.” Chloe deadpanned.

Lana giggled. “Would do him some good to get jealous once in a while.”

Once in a while. Right. Try every day.

“So how are things going with you two?” Lana giggled, squeezing Chloe’s arm. “I saw you two while the lights were dancing, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you! It was so sweet!”

“Huh?” Chloe asked, turning to her, surprised. “Sam was looking at me?”

Of course.” Lana announced as if this should be obvious. “And the light but possessive touches? So sweet.” She pouted. “Why is Clark so passive?”

“Because you’d faint if he went all red!K on you?” Chloe guessed.

Lana thought of that for a moment and nodded. “You’re probably right.” She made up her face. “I never liked Kal.”

I did.” Chloe grinned saucily.

Lana made a face at Chloe. “Down girl. He’s the alternate personality of my boyfriend and I doubt yours would appreciate that comment at all.”

“Sam’s not my boyfriend. It’s not like that between us at all.” Chloe responded, smile fading.

“Sure it isn’t.” Lana snorted, shaking her head. “Sure it isn’t.”

 

Comments 
8th-May-2009 08:29 pm (UTC)
LOVE this! Sam is so sexy. I enjoyed the shooting range scene and poor, Chloe getting all HOT!
You always leave me wanting more.
10th-May-2009 03:39 am (UTC)
yay! the shooting range....I enjoyed writing that!
8th-May-2009 10:39 pm (UTC)
Oh, Chloe, you are the only one who doesn't know how it is between you & Sam (OK, Sam doesn't know yet, either...)
10th-May-2009 03:40 am (UTC)
Well, maybe Sam's a bit more clued in than her :D
9th-May-2009 12:15 am (UTC)
Oh, not this dance again. Not the, "I think he has a girlfriend so I'm going to pretend I'm not interested," followed by, "She's not interested so I'd better tone it down so she doesn't get pissed off," loop.

I know it's realistic in its way, but it makes me want to kill. On the other hand, nice work at the shooting range. Lana's snark was also nicely timed.
9th-May-2009 02:58 am (UTC)
Love all the tension between Chloe and Sam.

I'm liking the bantering between Chloe and Lana.
10th-May-2009 03:35 am (UTC)
Oh my. I love this story. You have officially converted me to a Chloe/Sam shipper. I'm friending you if you don't mind :)

Can't wait for more!
10th-May-2009 03:39 am (UTC)
no problem. friend me! Glad you're converted! lol. My work here is done! haha
28th-Dec-2009 09:29 am (UTC)
I have to wonder if this was all planned by Yellow Eyes. Chloe's group was to be sort of consort to the General of Yellow Eyes army. So instant attraction and obviously Sam can't keep his hands to himself. XD It's amusing.
28th-Dec-2009 07:24 pm (UTC)
Yep, poor Sammy :D
14th-Jun-2015 11:39 pm (UTC)
Damn even Lana sees it. Poor chloe, Clark had made her so unsure of her affect on men. Hopefully sam help her realize that she's hot.
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