Title: Night on the Town
Sequel to: Demon In The House
, Casa Winchester
and Touched By An Angel
Disclaimer: Do not own the mentioned series
Summary: When Sam comes back home he finds a lot of things different, but most of all he is shocked to realize that his brother is in love with Chloe. Amused by this he joins his brothers quest as Dean shamelessly uses Max and Adam's powers to ruin her date with the Mervinator.
Sam Winchester sighed as he stood outside of Casa Winchester-Lane, and hesitated, not for the first time since he’d decided to do this. The dufflebag hanging over his shoulder seemed to weigh more than it had the whole trip, and everything seemed to be weighing down on him, a voice telling him this had been a mistake.
He shouldn’t have come.
Sam turned to leave…
…and came face to face with Chloe Sullivan.
The blonde was folding her arms over her chest, smirk present, eyebrow raised. “I wondered how long it’d take for you to bolt and run.”
He felt his face warming in embarrassment at having been caught out. “Uhm, hi.”
Her face broke out in a smile. “Hey.” Those sharp green eyes went to the dufflebag and she returned it to him. “You get kicked out of Stanford?”
He winced. “No, not exactly.”
By now curiosity made those green eyes lighter as she made her way towards him and he was surprised when she looped her arm around his, pulling him along with her as she made her way to the door. “I’d love to hear all about it, but you’ll have to wait for a while, we’re all kinda in the middle of something. It’s actually good that you’re here. We need all the help we can get.”
“With what?” Intrigued, Sam didn’t even notice that she’d pulled him into the house and was leading him towards the living room.
He paused once his blue/green eyes widened when he saw the living room. It was like an arsenal room empowered for a small army, or militia. “Are we taking on Mississippi?”
She chuckled and gave his arm a little squeeze before letting go and going to check one of the revolvers, working it with professional ease. “Nah, nothing like that. It’s just that a week ago some idiot opened a Hell Gate and let out a shitload of demons and they’ve been wrecking havoc like nothing before.”
Sam dropped his dufflebag and frowned. “A hell gate? Who? Why?”
“Some kid up in Wyoming.” Chloe sighed, shaking her head. “We’re not exactly sure how or why since the kid went missing after letting countless demons out of the hell hole, but we know it happened. Hunters everywhere are preparing for war.”
“Why wasn’t I told about this?” Sam asked, frustrated.
Chloe paused, seeming confused. “I thought John told you the other day on the phone to take extra care of yourself?”
“Yes, but he didn’t tell me that hell had been opened on earth!” Sam ran his hands through his hair. “I should have been told!”
“Why?” Chloe surprised him by asking. “No offense Sam, but you’re a civilian now.”
Sighing, Sam looked away.
That was the whole root of the problem.
He’d always thought that after killing Azazel things would go back to normal and he’d return to Stanford and to his life before the demon had messed it all up, but when he’d actually done it Sam felt, well, he felt empty. Before it’d been hard for him to fit in, and now he just couldn’t pretend that he was just any college student and that the worse things to worry in life were acne, a breakup, and exams.
He’d studied a whole year before he’d finally admitted to what he’d realized the moment he’d returned to Stanford.
“Maybe---maybe I never stopped being a hunter.”
Chloe tilted her head before smiling at him. “It’s kinda hard to go back after getting a taste of this life, huh?”
He knew she could understand. Dean had told him about how she’d been hunting without their father’s knowledge, and of what had happened to Lex Luthor, the man she’d loved. She’d vowed to never hunt again, but then little by little she’d returned, and had begun hunting again ever since.
Chloe had lost the person she’d most loved to the supernatural, just like Sam had, and he felt if there was anyone who could understand him it would be her.
Of course, there was always his father, but when had John Winchester ever opened himself up for a heart to heart?
“So, where’s everyone?” Sam asked, looking around the empty house.
“John and Lois are out back prepping the truck for their hunt. They’re going to see Missouri and hopefully she’ll give them some pointers to which cases to take. There are just too many for them to decide which takes priority on their own.” Chloe put down the revolver and looked up at the sound of something crashing above. “Those two better not be breaking anything again.”
Sam’s face lit up. “Adam and Max?”
He had to admit that when he’d first discovered that he had two half brothers he’d felt hurt, replaced, and a bit resentful, but meeting the kids had changed that completely. They were amazing, and Sam had found himself loving the role of older brother.
“SAM!” Max suddenly called as he hurried downstairs, with Adam parroting his name at his brother’s heels.
Sam remembered Dean’s phone call that night six months ago when he’d told him that he wasn’t the only ‘Haley Joel’ in the family. Apparently due to some meteor shower seven-year-old Max could sense things before they happened, and four-year-old Adam could move things with his mind.
So it shouldn’t have been surprising that Max knew he was there.
The two boys rushed down the stairs and into the living room, throwing themselves at Sam and hugging him.
“When did you get here?” Adam wanted to know, missing his two front teeth so the words came out kinda odd.
“I’m so glad you’re staying here now!” Max grinned, not at all at odds in a room filled with weaponry.
“He’s staying?” Adam didn’t doubt Max one bit. “Yay!”
Sam grinned, bending so that he could look them better in the faces. “You two have grown.”
“I know, right?” Max asked, pumping his arms. “Look at these muscles! I work out with Dean every evening.”
Chloe was biting back laughter from behind them.
Sam couldn’t keep his grin back at the pride on Max’s face at his near to non-existent muscles. These kids were adorable. “I see that, champ.”
Adam tugged at Sam’s sleeve, getting his attention.
“What is it, Little Man?” Sam asked, seeing the serious look on the 4 year old’s face.
“Are you here to help us defeat the Mervinator?”
“Adam!” Chloe cried out.
Max ignored her and turned to Adam. “He has to.”
Sam blinked, confused. “Mervinator?”
Max nodded. “The root of all evil.”
“Will you guys stop?” Chloe groaned, eyes flashing. “I am going to string Dean by his toes for egging these two on.”
“Mervinator?” Sam pressed, still confused.
“My date for tonight.” Chloe finally confessed, looking uncomfortable as she did so. “Everyone in the house has been pushing for me to get out and have a date--.”
“Not me.” Max interrupted, making up a face.
Chloe ignored him. “But the moment I actually get a date everyone falls on him like he’s the next antichrist or something.”
“His hands are too sweaty.” Adam made up a face at the memory.
“He’s a real geek, aunt Chlo!” Max whined. “You’re a hot momma! You can do so much better! Even Dean says so!”
Chloe raised her eyebrow. “The part where I’m a ‘hot momma’ or the part where I can do better?”
“Knowing Dean, he said them both.” Sam chuckled as he stood, making a face. “Mervin, huh?”
Chloe’s mouth opened in horrified amusement. “Not you too!”
“I’m just saying…” He chuckled, running his hand through his hair. “So, despite hell being on earth, you’re still going out on a date with a geek with sweaty hands named Mervin.”
“Yes well, Dean can’t go hunting because he’s injured. And I have to stay here taking care of the kids most of the time, so for one night Dean can stay in and I want to go out.” Chloe announced defensively. “You have a problem with that, Prodigal?”
Sam straightened immediately like a child being scolded by his mom. “No ma’am.”
Chloe suddenly grinned, shaking her head at him. “Go outside and say hello to your father and Lois, they’ll be happy to know you’re home. I have to go get ready for my date.” She paused by the stairs. “And go see your brother. He’s been a thorn in my side ever since he got injured and he needs someone else he can annoy.”
“Yipee.” Sam deadpanned.
Chloe laughed and hurried up the stairs.
Adam frowned, watching her go. “She’s gonna get pretty for the Mervinator.”
“The source of all evil.” Max reiterated with a frown. “He must have some kind of a spell on her. There’s no other way Aunt Chlo would go for such a douchebag!”
Adam nodded before turning to Max. “What’s a douchebag?”
Sam covered Max’s mouth before the boy could continue to prove just how much time he spent in Dean’s presence. “Why don’t you guys show me out to where dad and Lois are?”
“Sure!” Adam grinned and hurriedly led the way, Max and Sam following at a more sedated pace.
The meeting with his father was slightly tense like it would always be, but Sam hugged Lois and smiled at her, genuinely happy to see the taller, brunette version of Chloe. Lois was a truly friendly person, really did her best to make him feel a part of the family, and Dean had told him that she had their father in the palm of her hand---which Dean assured him was funny as hell to watch.
“Have you gone seen your brother?” Lois asked, looping her arm around Sam’s. “He’s been a pain in the ass since he got hurt.”
“Amen.” John snorted in the background.
Sam chuckled. “So Chloe told me.”
Lois’ face fell. “She told you about the date she has with the Mervinator?”
“The source of all evil.” Sam nodded with an amused grin, suddenly seeing where the kids were getting their material.
“It’s got to be a spell.” John grumbled, rolling up his rope. “No other way our Chloe would stoop so low as to go out with him.”
“Is he really that bad?” Sam asked, curious due to all the negative comments.
“A total douche.” Dean’s voice came from behind him.
Sam turned and grinned as he saw his brother with his arm in a cast, leaning against the doorway. “Dude, love the accessory. Really brings out the color in your eyes.”
“You’re the reason I never missed having a baby sister, Sammy.” Dean snarked back, smile on place as they hugged each other (each being careful with Dean’s cast).
They talked and joked and somehow the question as to why Sam was back was never asked. John and Lois said their goodbies, got their arsenal and with a kiss to their boys were off to see Missouri.
That left Dean and Sam in charge of the household as they ushered Max and Adam inside, Dean telling Sam more indepth about how he’d broken his arm while hunting a ghoul. It’d been a careless mistake, and if it hadn’t been for Chloe hunting with him (Max and Adam were being babysat by Clark, a family friend) he wouldn’t have made it.
“Damn right Winchester, it’d have made you its little bitch if it hadn’t been for me.” Chloe’s voice reached them, and the four Winchester males looked up as the blonde stood at the top of the stairs, all four freezing at the same time.
Chloe was always beautiful, but tonight she looked amazing.
Her hair was let loose in a style that was a mixture of waves and straight strands, her green eyes with smoky shadow around them, a tiny itsy bitsy pleated black skirt was complimented by black high heeled boots, and she was wearing a backless silver shirt.
Adam’s mouth fell open.
Max’s eyes narrowed. “You are not going out of this house dressed like that!”
Chloe looked at him and giggled. “Sorry father, but I’m not changing.”
“But he’s the source of all evil!” Max exclaimed loudly, throwing his hands up in the air to punctuate how he felt about that. “You do not dress like that to date evil!”
Descending the stairs with an amused shake of her head, Chloe walked passed the males with a deliberate shake of her hips, going to grab her handbag and turned towards them. “Have a good night, guys. Don’t wait up on me.”
At those last words Dean moved so that he was standing in front of the doorway. “No way. Max is right. Douche’s don’t deserve dates that dress like that. Go change. A turtleneck maybe.”
“Don’t make me punch your cast.” Chloe threatened.
Sam watched on in amusement.
“Change.” Dean narrowed his eyes.
Chloe leaned forwards, obviously distracting Dean with the sight of her cleavage, before whispering in his ear loud enough for Sam to hear. “Make me.”
Dean went ramrod straight, body tense. He looked like he was fighting with himself not to grab her and---.
Sam’s eyes widened as suddenly he realized what was truly going on here.
“Didn’t think so.” Chloe snarked when Dean didn’t even move a muscle, a smirk on her face. “You’re all mouth and no britches, Winchester.” With that she winked at Sam, blew a kiss at the boys, and strolled out of the house in time for someone in a Corvette to drive up.
Adam and Max plastered themselves to the window by the door.
“What does she see in him?” Max grumbled as Chloe got into the car and it drove away. “He drives a Corvette for fuckssake!”
“Language.” Dean mumbled halfheartedly as he went to the window and looked out of it with his younger brothers. “I can’t believe she actually went out like that. Has she no sense of decency?”
Sam couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
This was something he’d been dying to see for a long time and yet had never thought it would come to pass.
Dean. Was. Jealous.
He couldn’t believe it.
But then again, now that Sam thought about it, mostly whenever he and his brother would talk on the phone it’d be about Chloe. Dean would be either ranting about her being ‘impossible’ or worrying about her depression after the Luthor incident, or sharing something funny that the blonde had done.
Sam hadn’t thought much about it.
Chloe and Dean were the ones usually home with the boys since John and Lois mostly lived on the road now, and ever since Dean had broken his arm he’d stopped hunting all together, taking care of Winchester (their father’s garage) for John.
Sam had just thought that since Chloe was the only one around she was the only thing Dean had to comment about.
He---he hadn’t thought it was possible for his brother to actually have developed feelings for the blonde.
It was both amusing and tragic.
Of course karma had to bite Dean in his ass by making him fall in love with the only woman it seemed his charms didn’t work on.
If anything, Chloe had him whipped and she knew it.
She enjoyed teasing him, provoking him.
She wasn’t taking him or his flirtations seriously at all.
Coming home had just become that more interesting.
Dean finally turned away from the window and looked expectantly at Max. “Dude, did you get it?”
Max had his hand to his head, silent for a moment before nodding. “First he’s going to take her on a ride on a carriage in the park, then he’s going to take her to have dinner at some smoozy restaurant called Giorgani’s, and then they’re going to go dancing at the new club that opened, Nostradamus.”
Dean snorted in disgust. “Nostradamus? This guy has no class.”
“Definitely a douche.” Adam nodded.
Sam was doing his best not to laugh.
Max turned to Dean. “Let’s do this.”
Dean smirked. “Right on my man.”
Sam suddenly frowned, suspicious. “Let’s do what?”
Adam turned to Sam. “We’re going to save Aunt Chloe from evil.”
It took a moment for Sam to realize what the younger boy was saying, and when he did, his eyes widened in shock. “You’re going to go and ruin her date?”
“We save damsels, bro.” Max announced, totally serious. “The Mervinator is not having my aunt. You in or you out?”
“Yeah, bro.” Dean smirked at Sam. “In or out?”
Sam looked at each of his three brothers before shaking his head. “What’s the gameplan?”
This was shaping up to be a very interesting night.