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What Is 10/? 
10th-May-2009 10:09 pm

Title: What Is
Sequel to: What Could Have Been
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural
Pairings: Chloe/Dean, Lucy/Bart, some Chloe/Oliver
Rating: T-M
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Supernatural
Summary: When Dean finally finds Chloe in the real world, nothing is as he'd expected it to be, and nothing is as it seems at first glance either. This Chloe is nothing like the one he was married to in the dream world---but he's only more fascinated with this version of her. How can he let go of her now that he finally found her, even if she IS supposedly married and expecting?

Lois knew that deep down Chloe was doing the right thing in telling Sam everything, but she also remembered how hard John had pushed himself to keep that knowledge from his youngest, remembered how he’d worked himself raw trying to find a way to kill Azazel or at least have a leverage over him to force him to relinquish any hold he might have over Sam.

He never wanted Sam to know about the ugliness of his past.

About his mother’s mistake.

And now it was all in vain.

But she’s right. He deserves to know about this, he has to be prepared for whatever it is that’s going to happen from now on.

Passing the phone, Lois jumped when it rung.

Grabbing it, hoping that it was news that Oliver and Bart had been found and were being brought home, she tried to push back the pain and guilt at the knowledge that Jimmy would never come back and they’d parted on such a sad note.

“Hello? Queen Mansion.”

“Good day.” A female, British voice reached her ears. “I’m calling for Mrs. Queen.”

Not recognizing the voice, Lois wondered if it was someone calling to offer their ‘condolences’. Ever since the news about Oliver’s plane going down had been played people had been calling nonstop to do just that. “I’m sorry, she’s busy at the moment. How about you leave a name, number and message?”

There was a pause on the other end of the phone before the woman cleared her throat and started once more. “Tell her this is Bela Talbot, she knows who I am. She’ll want to take this phone call.”

“I’m sure she would, lady.” Lois frowned, not liking the slight command in that voice. “But she’s unable to come to the phone at the moment so if you don’t want to leave a message I’m hanging up.”

There was a little growl before she took in a deep breath. “Tell Mrs. Queen that I have managed to locate the rare finery she was interested in acquiring the first time we met, and I will be able to have it in my possession this evening. I will call her later for the details in the handling of the merchandise and the required exchange.” And then she hung up.

Lois snorted as she put down the phone.

What a snooty little British bitch!

Who was Bela Talbot and why was she working for Chloe?

What had she found?

Why all the secrecy?

Frowning, Lois turned to go back to the room but stopped, thinking it over. It would be better for her to leave Chloe and the Winchesters alone for now and ask her cousin about this later once everyone had cooled off.

A glass appeared in front of her.

Lois looked up at Gregory, who was smiling knowingly at her.

“Thank old man.” Lois sighed, taking the glass from him, sipping the cold liquor. “Just don’t tell Rose, okay? She still hasn’t stopped tsking me about the hangover.”

Gregory smiled and nodded in understanding before disappearing.

Sighing, Lois looked around her, feeling trapped and not knowing exactly what to do.

Why did she feel so angsty?

Like something was about to happen?


“What?” Sam squeaked.

He sent a sideways glance in Dean’s direction and winced when his brother’s face was emotionless, before returning his attention to Chloe, who seemed oblivious to the storm about to break out.

“A child. You. Me. Together.” Chloe announced as if he were stupid for not getting it already. “He altered you. He altered me. Now he wants to see a product of that altering, the result of the best of the best or something like that. A demonic/human being that has demon blood in its veins naturally, from both parents.”

Sam forgot about his brother for a moment, turning to Chloe in horror. “What?”

“I don’t think it’s a part of End-Game, but it’s an interest of his.” Chloe sighed. “A side project if you may.”

How could she say this so easily?

She was basically telling him that he’d been engineered to help destroy the world (most probably) and become some sort of breeding stud! And she was the breeding bitch. How could she say that so easily? Without any emotion?

“I’m telling you that that’s what he wants, or, well, what I think he wants.” Chloe announced, folding her arms over her chest. “I’m not planning on giving him anything he wants though. Not without a fight.”

“Like you did with his desire for you to drink his blood?” Dean finally spoke, his voice dangerous.

Chloe turned to him, her anger flashing her eyes before they bled black like those of a demon’s. “I did what I had to do! It was necessary!”

Sam was shocked by the reappearance of the demon eyes.

And Dean was as well, but he was angrier than surprised, and the eyes just seemed to make him even pissier. “Necessary? Why was it necessary? Because you couldn’t stop thinking you were goddamned Christ or something? If it was time for Oliver and the others to go it was their time! You didn’t have to sacrifice yourself for them! They’re not going to be thankful!”

Chloe’s eyes were like midnight as she turned her full attention on Dean, forgetting all about Sam.

“You didn’t do it for them, you did it for you!” Dean snapped. “You did it because you were selfish! How do you think they’re going to feel knowing that you did that for them? Huh? You have to play the big damned hero and martyr and fuck everyone else and the consequences! Maybe it was time for them to die! Maybe people should just fucking stop giving their lives for others!”

And suddenly Sam didn’t think Dean was only talking about Chloe’s situation any more.

He was talking about dad.

Sam knew that Dean harbored guilt at the knowledge that their father had forfeited his own life to save Dean’s, and this situation with Chloe seemed to have brought up the subject in a very ugly way.

As ugly as the demon eyes glaring at Dean.

“How dare you?” Chloe snapped, almost growling. “Who do you really think you are----?”

“I’m your fucking husband! That’s who I am!”

Sam’s eyes widened as much as Chloe’s did.

What the fuck was his brother doing? He was so not her husband! And this was so not the time to make things even more confusing! There was just too much overload of conversation and revelations and Sam wasn’t exactly sure that this was the best time for Dean to be dishing out the happenings in his dream world.

Chloe blinked, eyes fading to a dark green, confused. “Husband?” She looked at him in silence confusion before shaking her head. “What are you talking about? You’re not my husband. You’re not making any sense!”

Dean’s eyes hardened. “When you first met my brother you felt he was familiar, but what did you feel when you first met me?”

Surprise was fading the black from her eyes and confusion was bringing out her natural green. “Worry.”


Chloe turned to look at Sam in confusion before returning her attention to Dean. “You were nearly dead.”

That seemed to have hurt, but Dean reached forwards and placed his hands on her arms, not letting go. “Is that all?”

Sam looked from one to the other.

Chloe looked away. “No.”


Deep within the thick Amazonian jungle, Oliver Queen held the torch he’d made as high as he possibly could, while holding an injured Bart with the other arm. He hadn’t thought that they’d attack him while he was flying to destroy the 33.1 facility in Brazil, and he doubted that they thought he’d survive it.

Looking back in the direction of the wreck, which was now a large ball of fire that would have caught the whole place on fire if it weren’t so humid, Oliver couldn’t believe that they had made it. No one else had.

Not even Jimmy.

Closing his eyes and trying to forget the look of death on the young photographer’s face, Oliver trudged on, pulling the half unconscious Bart along with him. The scent of death behind them at the crash site would attract all the predators of the Amazon, and they needed to be as far away from that as possible.

The good thing was that he was able to salvage his bow and arrows, so they had some sort of defense against the creatures of the jungle.

Lucylicious…” Bart murmured under his breath, half delirious from the fever.

“You’re going to make it back to her.” Oliver promised him, worried and confused.

He was grateful for the fact that the metahuman was alive despite his horrible injuries, but he was also suspicious. Bart shouldn’t have survived…neither should have he. And yet he hardly had a scratch.

Pushing back the many doubts and questions in his mind, telling himself that she wouldn’t have done that, Oliver pushed on. He didn’t know exactly where he was going and if he was heading towards civilization or further into the jungle, but he knew that they needed to keep going, needed to keep moving.

His eyes were trained all around them.

The only good thing about this was that he finally knew who it was that was trying to kill him.

Mr. Marsden, his father’s right hand man, had felt so assured that Oliver would never make it out of the explosion alive that he’d sent a taunting little memo about how he would die, and how their child would be next, along with its mother.

Oliver needed to get back to civilization.

He needed to beat the crap out of Mr. Marsden, and then fire him…preferably while the piece of shit was sitting in a jail cell for two attempted murders.

Sensing movement in the bushes, Oliver trained his self-made torch in that direction, ready to defend himself and Bart in whatever way he could, when suddenly some men broke through the foliage, their eyes wide, armed and with flashlights.

Senhor Queen?” One asked before turning behind him and calling out that they’d found them.

Oliver breathed out a sigh of relief.

The search party had found them.

They were going to get back home.

Everything was going to be fine.

He looked around him as the searchers surrounded both him and Bart, the medical doctor on the team hurrying forth to look them over.

If everything was going to be fine…

…Why did he have such a bad feeling?


“What do you mean when you said you’re my husband?” Chloe finally forced herself to look into Dean’s eyes, confused and a million other things. She could never get Dean, and the moment she thought she finally was getting the way he functioned he’d do something like this and leave her completely bewildered once more.

Something within her jolted at the way he was looking at her, and she couldn’t find a name for the exact way she was feeling at this very moment.

From the first time she’d truly taken the time to look at Dean, pale and almost at death’s door, she’d felt drawn to him unlike any other, and now to hear him saying these things, well, it both scared and excited her.

“You’re not my husband.” She whispered, because she needed to make sure that was clear.

She was married to Oliver.

She only remembered marrying Oliver.

She couldn’t have married Dean and not remember it…


“Not in this reality. No.” Dean looked away from her, face hard.

This reality?” Chloe asked, not noticing Sam slip out of the room to give them some much needed privacy.

Dean turned his hazel eyes on her, and they pinned her to the floor. “Do you remember when I was captured by the Djinn? Do you remember when I was unconscious?”

She nodded, frowning slightly, wondering what this had to do with anything.

“Do you know why the tale of genies granting your wishes is circulated?” Dean seemed to have decided to change topics for some reason.

Chloe shook her head no.

“Because they make you think that you’re heart’s desire is being granted, but really you’re unconscious and they’re draining the life out of you.”

Chloe’s eyes widened in shock. “What? So you mean that you were in some sort of dream when you were unconscious?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, face so serious it was worrisome. “I was living the life I’d always dreamed of with the one person who was made forme, perfect for me. I loved my life so much that when I finally found out the truth, found out that it was a dream and that if I didn’t wake up I’d die---I chose to stay dreaming.”

Chloe’s heart raced rapidly at the intense look in those hazel eyes as they never left her. “Why would you---?”

“Because of you, Chloe.” Dean nearly growled, eyes flashing.

Me?” She whispered, feeling dizzy, confused, enchanted and under his spell. “I don’t understand---.”

“I was married to you, Chloe.” Dean whispered harshly, with emotion deep and true. “Remember when I said I lived in Smallville for a while? I lived there with you and our family. With our son and daughter, Johnny and Risa, with my mother, Sammy, with your cousin Lois, with Clark and that bitch Lana. With your father Gabe and his wife, Clark’s mom, Martha.”

Chloe’s eyes widened. She’d never told Dean her father’s name, nor Clark’s mother’s name, nor about Lana.

How---?” Her world was spinning.

“They were Lucy’s memories, but out of all the memories of all of his victims, the only one he could find who could fulfill my heart’s one desire was you, Chloe.” Dean whispered, leaning closer, gaze dropping to her lips. “I didn’t want to leave you, didn’t want to end the dream, but your dream self woke me up and you know why you told me you were doing it?”

She shook her head, unable to find the force to talk.

“Because you loved me.” Dean’s breath was against her face. “When I woke up and saw you there I thought it hadn’t worked, I thought I was still dreaming.”

Chloe’s green eyes began to water as she remembered trying to cut the rope holding the unconscious Dean, and then Dean’s eyes had opened and he’d looked terrified until he’d seen her. And then the most beautiful, relieved smile had touch his face as he closed his eyes and breathed out in relief, whispering in his hoarse, painful voice: “It didn’t work. You’re still here. Thank God.”

Chloe had thought at the time that he was hallucinating, but now that she knew the back-story to that little whisper she felt like she couldn’t breathe.

“And then I wake up in the hospital and you’re gone.” Dean’s voice hardened again somewhat. “And you know what I did? I made my little brother help me search for you even though we were supposed to be hunting Yellow Eyes. Why? Because you were more important than a hunt. More important than revenge. You were my wife.”

Her heart skipped a beat at the emotion and possessiveness in that voice as he let go of her arms only to slide his arms around her waits, pulling her to him.

“And then I find you and find out in the same night that you’re married and going to have his baby?”

Chloe felt guilty even though she really hadn’t known anything when this was going on.

“And not only that, but my wife has the same demon I’m after---after her trying to play Hell’s Pimp.” His grip on her tightened, and her breath came out in a gasp. “You are never drinking anymore of his blood, do you hear me? Never. Not even if it’ll save the life of the person you love the most in this world.”

She found herself nodding, agreeing, entranced.

She couldn’t think clearly.

Her breath was erratic and her heart was beating a mile per minute.

God, I just want him to keep touching me…to kiss me.

“And if you’re ever going to have children, it’ll be with me. I’m sick of hearing about you having babies with Queen or Sammy. Onlymine. Because you’re my wife.”

She didn’t even think to correct him on the wife bit.

All she knew was that his gaze was on her lips, his voice husky, and he was leaning closer, hazel orbs closing.

And then his lips were on hers and Chloe forgot about everything else as her arms trailed up his shirt to around his neck and she pulled him closer, losing herself in the caress of his lips.

She’d always known that there was something missing in her life.

But it was only this second that she finally knew what it was.



Where she was sitting with Rose, Anita, Gregory, Darwin and Frankie, Lucy looked up as the phone rang. She was sick of answering it and getting the many condolences Oliver’s many acquaintances were showering the household with, but she sighed and stood, trudging to the phone. Lois had left in her car somewhere earlier, and Chloe was still with Dean and Sam to the best of Lucy’s knowledge, so there was no one else to answer.

“Queen Residence, Lucy speaking.” She tried not to sound too unwelcoming.


She nearly dropped the phone at that tired, pained voice. “Oliver?” She then promptly broke down, tears falling. “Oliver!”

“I called on one of the search and rescue crew’s cellulars as soon as we got signal.” Oliver announced tiredly. “We’re alive. It was Mr. Marsden, he planted a bomb on the plane.” There was a pause. “Jimmy didn’t make it but Bart is fine. So am I.”

Lucy closed her eyes, and although she’d already known that her boyfriend would live, she couldn’t help but thank every deity around for the confirmation.

“But we shouldn’t be alive, Luce.” Oliver’s voice was tired. “We shouldn’t. Do you know anything about that---that you might want to share with me?”

Lucy winced, hearing the anger in his voice, knowing he knew. “She did it for us, Oliver.”

Goddamit.” Oliver growled on his end. He began to say something else but the connection suddenly died, and Lucy didn’t have time to worry about his fury when he returned because the lights were flickering on and off like crazy, and the ghosts were looking around them, agitated.

Lucy’s eyes widened when they met Rose’s and she read the message there.

Run to the panic room! He’s coming!


Her eyes had gone black again with lust, but Dean found he didn’t care. They were laying on the broken remains of her bed, with him straddling her, both working on the other’s clothes desperately.

Growing impatient he gave a violent tug at her shirt, the buttons flying off and baring her blue silk bra to him.

A groan escaped Dean’s lips as he swooped down to plant a kiss on Chloe’s rapidly beating heart, closing his eyes as he felt her finally successfully unbuckle his pants.

And then she went stiff beneath him, fear radiating from her body, and she pushed him off of her.

Dean grunted as he landed on the mattress, turning towards her, his scowl dying when he saw her black eyes filled with terror as she turned to him.

“You have to get to the panic room with Sam now!” She stood, pulling her shirt closed over her chest. “He’s coming back! You have togo!”

“What?” Dean asked, standing up.

“Azazel’s coming back! You have to go!” Chloe looked around, obviously terrified.

No.” Dean shook his head, grabbing her arm and forcing her to look at him. “I’m not leaving you alone with him. I’ll kill the fucker before I let him touch you again.”

You can’t kill him Dean! You don’t have the Colt! He does!” Chloe looked terrified. “Please. Get Sam and get to the panic room! You have to find Lois and Lucy and the ghosts and you all have to go!”

“No.” He shook his head.

Please!” Chloe begged.

And then the lights began to flicker on and off, and the house shook violently, cracks appearing up the walls, dust flying everywhere.

And then there was silence.

The dust settled…

…and Azazel was no where in sight.

Dean frowned, looking around him, alert.

Chloe seemed to be far away, eyes narrowed, as if hearing or seeing something that he couldn’t, and then her eyes widened and she went ghastly pale.

“What is it?” Dean asked, turning to her.

Chloe’s eyes were wide and black and terrified. “He has Sam.”


11th-May-2009 03:31 am (UTC)
Geez, talk about a cliffhanger! I loved it. You write everyone SO well. They're totally in character and the dialogue is great. I hope Sammy's okay! And woo boy at that Chlean makeout scene. I can has more?? Haha.
11th-May-2009 03:41 am (UTC)
thanks! I'm glad you find everyone in character despite the au circumstances!
11th-May-2009 04:17 am (UTC)

need more!!
11th-May-2009 05:02 am (UTC)
Will try update soon, but have to update Meeting Sam Winchester before.
11th-May-2009 01:45 pm (UTC)
heheh cool.

i only have two (well, three if you want to get technical) WIPs, and one's almost done! :D
11th-May-2009 05:54 am (UTC)
man what a cliffhanger you wrote . oh boy he's got sam will he put sam with the other special kids like he did in the show. wow about them falling on her broken bed to make love . where did lois go ? PPMS
11th-May-2009 12:06 pm (UTC)
yes, its going into All Hell Breaks Loose
11th-May-2009 08:57 am (UTC)
You and your cliffies, lol! Dean is clearly smitten, isn't he?
Love it.
11th-May-2009 12:07 pm (UTC)
Yes, I know, cliffies are my fav friends!
12th-May-2009 12:00 am (UTC)
damn yellow-eyed demon for returning!! just when progress was being made. and talk about your cliff hanger! as always, awesome awesome chapter. update soon por favor! =)
12th-May-2009 12:48 am (UTC)
yep, he aint a demon for nothing! lol
12th-May-2009 05:44 am (UTC)
That's just a mean cliffhanger especially when there's interrupted chlean!!!
12th-May-2009 01:11 pm (UTC)
I had first decided to let them consumate, but then i'm like....nah, lets have a distraction!
17th-May-2009 02:38 am (UTC)
How in the heck did I not see this chapter until now??? A full four days later? This is awesome! Fab ending. Off to read the next chapter. Yay!
17th-May-2009 04:03 am (UTC)
Glad you liked!
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