Title: A Matter of Emotion
Sequel to: Reunion At A Hunt
Pairings: growing Chloe/Sam, growing Lois/Dean, established Chloe/Mad, established Lois/Chris
Disclaimer: I don't own
Summary: When 16 year old Chloe realizes a Gaki is using Metropolis as a hunting ground, she calls Sam for help. Of course she didn't realize that this mightn't be one of the best choices considering...
Written for my Paranormal25 Prompt Table. # 133: Gaki.
"What could you have been thinking
?" Sam asked the second they slid into the Impala and he used the keys he'd had to practically wrestle away from Dean moments ago to start the ignition.
Chloe fastened her seat belt and turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow. "What part of my life aren't you agreeing to?"
." He admitted, pulling out into the street. "But this Mad Ox character? Chloe! He's older than me
! And he's obviously got some very serious issues!"
She glared at him, feeling that motherly protectiveness she always did whenever anyone spoke ill of her boyfriend. "You don't know one thing about Mad, so you don't have any right to judge him just on his appearance."
"Oh, I might not be loving the eye liner, but that's not the reason I don't like him." Sam sneered, following the road out of the neighborhood. "Chloe, have you seen his eyes? There's something not right with him. Anyone can see that."
"Take a left." Chloe ordered curtly, giving him directions. "And for your information, there's something not right with a lot of us. Dean's a slut, Chris is an asshole, Lois is sadistic, I'm cursed, and you've got demon blood in you. So give him some slack."
"You've got demon blood in you too." Sam replied strangely. "You've got my
blood flowing through your veins."
"So I'm doubly fucked." She motioned stiffly for him to take the next road. "What's your point?"
He sighed, running a hand over his hair. "Chloe, I didn't say that because-fuck." Sam cleared his throat and tried again. "Chloe, I'm worried about you, okay? When that boy said that it was the part of me in you that was keeping you alive from the shade poisoning...I don't know...you've got more of me in you now...this is hard to say."
Anger melting out of her, Chloe turned to look at him in confusion. "Take the next right."
Sam took in a deep breath, following her orders. "I feel...like you're...a part of me...or I'm a part of you." He cleared his throat and looked away. "This isn't coming out at all like it sounds in my head."
A small smile began to tilt her lips as she watched him fidget.
He was just so cute.
Well, actually, 'cute' didn't begin to do Sam any justice. He was handsome, the handsomest man she'd ever seen, and he was sweet, and caring, and protective, and she knew that he was being a pain right now with Mad because he wanted to keep her safe.
She smiled tenderly at him.
He didn't notice, busy looking out at the road.
"Chloe, he doesn't respect you." Sam's jaw was clenched. "He was treating you like a piece of meat in front of all of us, flaunting that you let him get away with public groping." He paused, a muscle jumping in his cheek. "And public, unclean, unprotected, unsanitary sex." Those eyes narrowed as he finally shot her a look. "Have you no sense of your own value? You deserve more than that!"
She blinked, shocked.
"Was he your first?"
"Sam!" She cried out in horror, bringing her hand to her heating face.
He looked somewhat embarrassed as well but very much annoyed and determined. "Was he your first?"
"Yes! Okay? Are you happy now?" She pressed her hands hard into her face in embarrassment. "I'm legal Sam. The age of consent in Kansas is sixteen. I'm sixteen. We're not doing anything wrong! Everyone I know lost their virginity at this age, okay? We're doing nothing wrong."
"So just because some girls at school can't wait you couldn't either?"
"What are you? My father?" Chloe cried, tearing her hands from her face. "Sam! No one is a virgin anymore in this time or age!"
"You should respect yourself a bit more!" He snapped. "You might be legal but you're still young! Just because you're legal doesn't mean you should be sleeping around with any psycho that crosses your path!"
"He's not a psycho! Don't you ever call him that again!" Chloe hissed loudly. "And I'm not a little girl anymore Sam! I can take care of myself and make my own decisions. I'm a woman now." She narrowed her eyes viciously. "It's not my fault that you were the only person who hadn't figured that out!"
He shook his head, jaw clenched tightly.
Chloe hated the sickened feeling in her stomach.
She didn't have anything to apologize for. She wasn't going out with Sam, he wasn't her father, he wasn't anything but a friend she'd had a crush on for a couple of years. She didn't owe him any explanation. He should be the one apologizing for thinking he could drive into her life and tell her that every single decision she'd ever made was wrong. And how could he preach to her about her relationship with Mad? She knew Sam could not be a virgin, because, well, if no woman had picked him up during all his time on the road it only meant he was gay, and she really didn't want to contemplate that option because it was depressing.
Leaning her head against the side window, Chloe only spoke to give Sam directions.
Sam remained dead silent on his side of the car.
Chloe sighed and closed her eyes, hoping Lois and Dean were having a better time.
"I can't believe I gave Sammy the keys to my baby and had to endure the ride from hell in your piece of junk
." Dean grumbled as he closed the door and stretched his legs.
"You badmouth my truck one more time, Winchester, and you're walking home." Lois walked around the front of her truck and walked passed Dean, heading towards the police station.
Dean sighed and followed her. "So how come you haven't had trust fund baby buy you something not about to fall apart?"
"For some reason you think I'm a woman kept." She stopped and turned to him, eyebrow raised. "Contrary to your beliefs, I don't accept gifts like that. And anyway, a car he'd buy me would be way too fancy." She took in a deep her, breath chest raising and falling with the action, and she didn't notice Dean's gaze falling the movement. "I'm eighteen, Dean. I'm enrolling in a few courses in Met U and living in the place dad rented for me and Chloe so we could stay off of the base. I hustle at pool and such for extra cash that I need for books on the occult and other things I'll need when I hunt on my free time. Do I sound like I need a Ferrari?"
"You could always sell it for more money." Dean pointed out, though he was less mocking and more understanding.
She smiled. "I might just do that. Though Chris wouldn't ever forgive me."
"Big loss there." Dean snorted, hands going to his pockets. "The asshole already has a receding hairline."
Lois burst out laughing, eyes twinkling. "Don't ever mention that to him! He has a complex about it!"
Dean was silent, eyeing him. "You don't seem in love with him."
Her smile melted. "What's love gotta do with anything?" And with that she turned and hurried up the steps towards the police station.
Watching her for a moment, Dean sighed before starting after the brunette.
"I don't like those douchebags." Chris announced as he drove his Escalade downtown towards the direction of this occult store. "And I don't like that they got split up with our women."
"I'm not exactly singing their praises either." Mad announced, inspecting his black nails. "But Sugar's proud as hell, and if she admits to needing help then we're just gonna have to put up with the fucks."
Chris made a face. "You know, I never got why you call her Sugar. I mean, no offense or anything, but you don't look the type to use that as a pet name."
Mad smirked. "I call her that because she's the only thing sweet I like."
The redhead sighed. "If only her cousin could be a bit sweeter, things would be perfect."
Mad raised an eyebrow as they parked. "Lois? Sweet
?" He snorted. "That would be terrifying. Have you actually stopped to imagine that?"
Chris took the keys from the ignition and paused for a moment, before wincing. "I think I get what you're saying."
Mad nodded, undoing his seat belt.
"So what do you know exactly about these two bastards?" Chris wanted to know, undoing his as well. "Apart from the fact they believe they're ghost hunters as well?"
ghost hunters." The dark haired male snorted. "Chloe and Lois are secretive about them, saying that they're overbearing but very good at what they do. And they respect them."
Chris sneered. "Oh, yeah, and it has nothing
to do with the fact that the two of them look like guys in commercials for gym memberships."
Mad made up his nose. "And their superior attitude is a turn off. How does that bastard get off being all self-righteous and preaching to me?"
"We've got to deal with them, dude." Chris replied. "Girls look for alpha dogs. We gotta show them who's doing the howling in this pack."
Mad raised a pierced eyebrow. "What do you have in mind?"