Title: Midas Touch
Sequel to: Spring-Heeled Jack
Characters: Chloe/Dean, Bobby, Sam/Jess
Disclaimer: Don't own Smallville/Supernatural, or Wonderland by Natalia Kills
Summary: Chloe is trying to figure out the new dynamics to the relationship she has with Dean and exploring her boundaries. Dean is trying to understand the way she sees him while being annoyed by his own reactions to the shift in their relationship. Sam is trying to figure out what exactly is going on. And Bobby? Bobby just wants to stop turning everything into gold. Is that really asking so much?
Written for my LJ 150 Paranormal Prompt Table. Prompt used #98: Alchemy.
This will be a short story...working slowly towards a tiny
bit of romance.
Chloe - 16 & Dean - 23
"Stop gawking you idgit!"
Chloe sat on the sofa in Bobby Singer's home, the gold sofa, in his golden home.
"It's gold, Bobby!" Dean was geeking out for the first time since she'd met him, going from one object to the other, picking up the smaller and lighter golden objects. "It's so awesome!"
"It's far from "awesome"." The older man sulked, sitting on his golden chair, in his golden living room, holding tightly onto a golden trucker hat with vengeance. "Everything I touch turns into damn gold! My furniture! My books! My food!" His stomach growled hungrily to accentuate his words. "I haven't eaten in three days because even if I use a fork the gold goes from the fork and transfers to the food as well! And I can't call because the phones are all gold as well!"
Dean watched with wide eyes as the small book he held in his hands suddenly transformed from its golden state to its original one. "Whoa."
"It only lasts for a couple of hours." Bobby sulked. "But still, everything I touch turns to damn gold!"
"What if one of us fed you?" Chloe asked, blinking at the way both of the men turned to look at her in shocked horror at the very thought. "Well, we don't know if the same components that have rendered your hands an alchemist's dream are the same on the inside as well. It could be just your outer layer of skin. Or maybe just confined to your hands." She frowned. "Have you tried touching anything with your feet or any other part of your body?"
"Yes…" Bobby nodded, eyeing her differently now, and she wondered if it was because she'd asked that question. "Nothing happens. It's just my hands."
"Then let's try it with a cookie or something. Do you have any in your kitchen?" She stood. "What way is your kitchen?"
With a grin she hurried off in the direction pointed, eager to try out her theory. She found a nice sized kitchen that looked well-used. It took her a couple of tries in each cupboard to realize that Bobby Singer had nothing even particularly close to comfort food in his lockers, and some things such as idols or jars or pigmy heads or other such oddities were seated next to the bags of flour and such. So it took the girl longer than expected to finally find something in the fridge she could use for this experiment..and it ended up being a carrot.
Washing and cutting off the tip, Chloe hurried back to the living room, pushing the ottoman toward's Bobby's chair, relieved for that not to be gold and thus comfortable, sitting down in front of the hunter while holding the carrot to his face. "Bite. But be careful while you're chewing…just in case it actually turns to gold."
Bobby eyed her with a little annoyance.
Dean smirked as he sat himself down on the sofa's armrest, leaning forwards to get a better view.
"Come on." Chloe wiggled the carrot around Bobby's mouth. "Don't make do that whole baby-talk thing."
Bobby scoffed at her before grumbling and hesitantly taking a bite out of the carrot, chewing. He chewed carefully for a couple of minutes before swallowing, his eyes widening. "It didn't turn to gold!"
"Yes!" Chloe cheered, holding the carrot still so the hungry man could take a larger bite out of it. "Problem solved. Until we can figure out how to revert this condition, Dean and I will alternate feeding you and giving you water. That way you won't die of starvation and dehydration."
Bobby sent Dean an uncomfortable look as he chewed his newest bite of carrot.
Dean ignored it, already standing once more. "Bobby, you're like an uncle to me, but I ain't feeding you."
"Fine." Chloe rolled her eyes. "I'll do it." She stood, taking the stump of the carrot with her as she went towards the kitchen. "But I'm going to need some things from the supermarket and you're going to get them for me."
"Wait, what?" Dean hurried after her, not seeming at all guilty about leaving poor Bobby there by himself. "When did I volunteer for shopping duty?"
"When you volunteered me for feeding duty." She replied, throwing the carrot into the trashcan and going to the fridge once more to catalogue exactly what he had in there. "He's dehydrated and starved, he needs three healthy meals a day and lots of water consumption. Until we figure a way to turn him back to normal he's going to need us to be there for him and help him in any way we can."
"I don't think Bobby would like us rummaging through his stuff and taking over his kitchen and-."
"I don't think Bobby would like to starve to death, either." Chloe ignored his argument since it was invalid to begin with before closing the door and turning to face Dean with her hands on her hips. "I'm figuring he'd also not like to have to ask us for our help. He's a hunter, and from the few I know they are the originator's of pride, and I won't give him the chance to hurt his own. He's obviously used to taking care of himself and others. He mans the phones here, provides backup for other hunters, or pretends to be whatever agency they say they're from…and doing all the in-depth research they need. He's a very capable man and being tied down like this has got to be frustrating as hell." She raised her eyebrow at the young hunter. "So we're going to do our best to help him, without complaint, you got that?"
Dean eyed her oddly.
She cleared her throat, a little unnerved under that glance. "What?"
The hunter shook his head before making a face. "I-I don't know. You've never been like this before, I guess."
"Well, get used to it." She winked, moving passed him and patting his arm as she went to look in the pantry, making a face at the cobweb. "I'm going to do an inventory of some things, I'll probably need you to pick up some other things while you're at the supermarket."
Dean groaned, leaning his hip against the cupboard. "I think it's more important for us to figure out how to reverse this than to start cleaning the joint."
Chloe turned back to face him, eyes narrowed.
The hunter pouted. "Fine." He turned and left the kitchen, mumbling as he went.
Chloe's lips twitched in amusement as she watched him go, before reaching into her pocket when she heard her phone ringing. "Hello?"
"Hey!" Sam's voice announced in her ear. "How's everything at Bobby's?"
"Golden." She snickered, reaching into the pantry to look at the expiration date on a package of…something faded…only to find that it should have been dumped a very long time ago. "We might have to cancel on this weekend though."
"What? Why?" Sam asked quickly.
"Uh, Bobby's got the magic touch." Chloe took the package to the garbage can.
"That sounds disturbing." Sam deadpanned.
She laughed. "It's more inconvenient then disturbing actually." She leaned back on the wall. "Apparently someone sent him an idol without any warning as to what it was or what it did. It was improperly packaged and on instinct he grabbed it with his bare hands to keep it from falling…and viola!…instant Midas Touch!"
"Midas Touch?" Sam repeated in confusion before he let out a quick breath. "Are you referring to the mythical King Midas?"
"Considering everything I'm going to go out on a limb and say he might not have been so mythical."
"So Bobby…" Sam trailed off.
"Owns a golden house in the middle of a junk yard, with a golden sofa and other golden accessories. Yes." Chloe hurried back out to where Bobby and Dean were talking about something or the other, grabbing her notepad and pen from her bag as she hurried back to the kitchen and began writing down what she'd need Dean to get. "Until we can figure out how to reverse this thing we'll have to stick around."
"Oh." Sam took a moment before clearing his throat. "How does he eat?"
Chloe grinned brightly. "I'm on feeding duty. Apparently if the food goes into his mouth without touching his hands then he's fine."
"So you're going to have to spoon-feed Bobby." Sam sounded like he was doing his best not to snort in laughter.
"That's not nice Sammy." Chloe chuckled softly, sharing in his mischievous amusement yet refusing to admit it.
"I know, don't let him know." Sam chuckled before pausing. "Hey, Jess' calling me on the other line. I'll talk to you later for updates, okay?"
"Okay." Chloe nodded. "Take care Sam."
"If you can, have Dean secretly take pictures of you feeding Bobby!" Sam laughed before ending the phone call.
Chuckling, shaking her head, Chloe was about to close the phone's lid when she caught sight of her phone's wallpaper. On it, Lois and Chloe were playing against each other in some video game, with the girls trying to cheat by tickling the other. The picture had been taken by her father at the second right before their cars both crashed and the girls fully attacked each other in a tickling match. The blonde licked her lips as she glanced at their faces, that bone-deep feeling of loss searing through her. She missed her cousin so very much, and hoped that the day when Lois felt she could talk to her would soon come. She wanted to at least get a phone call and know that Lois was fine. That she had a life. That she was happy.
Closing the phone, Chloe tightened her grip around it as she lowered her head.
She knew that Dean didn't believe Lois had left of her own free will, and it made her care for him even more because of it, but Chloe truly believed her cousin had gone and she was relieved. Lois could have a life now, could go to school, have a boyfriend, and live her life. She could be happy now.
That was all that mattered to Chloe.
Wherever she was, whatever she was doing, she had to be happy.
She had to.
Shaking her head, the teenager gazed at the clock and made a face. She was going to have to hurry because she'd soon have to skype Dr. Master so that they could begin today's session. Dr. Masters had been extremely accommodating, and Chloe honestly hadn't wanted to miss a session. Talking to the woman helped the girl more than she'd like to admit, especially since the woman didn't act at all like a "Quack Doc" as Dean liked to call it, instead had this mischievousness about her that Chloe took to.
The girl pushed out her own thoughts and feelings, finishing up that list for Dean. He didn't have to go out to get the things tonight, from what she could tell there were enough things for her to make right now, but he'd definitely have to go and get them tomorrow night at the latest.
Putting the list away, Chloe decided to make a soup since Bobby hadn't had water or food for three days and didn't want to tax his stomach. She put her hair up in a bun and grabbed an apron, tying it behind her back as she yanked out a large pot and the vegetables and meat she'd need.
Rumsfeld, Bobby's Rottweiler, came in through the large doggie door in the kitchen, sniffing at her curiously before making his way into the living room through the swinging door.
Putting water into the pot to boil, Chloe reached for her phone and went through her music selection, pressing the random selection mode as she put it to play You Spin Me Right Round by Marilyn Manson beginning.
Shaking her body to the music, singing along, Chloe began washing the vegetables. She lost herself to the music as she worked peeling the vegetables while defrosting the chicken with the water when it boiled. The blonde danced through song after song, chopping up the peeled vegetables and putting them into the water in the large pot with the seasonings she had (Bobby had TONS of salt yet very little else) to start the broth as she searched under the counter for the large frying pan she'd seen there earlier. Chopping and seasoning up the chicken, she put it to fry with a couple of vegetables she'd kept out for this, adding a bit more salt.
Skrillex's "Alejandro" remix started, and Chloe gave a little chuckle as she closed her eyes and danced to the song, singing along.
There was some godawful music coming from the kitchen.
Dean had already talked to Bobby about the idol, about the Lois-investigation, and had placed the picture he'd found of her and Adam somewhere safe for the hunter to use whenever his hands weren't turning everything gold. The older man had grumbled and gone upstairs saying he needed to use the bathroom (something Dean didn't want to contemplate considering everything Bobby touched turned gold) so the young Winchester had made his way towards the kitchen and the horrible excuse for music Chloe sometimes listened to sometimes.
Rumsfeld hurried up after Bobby, obviously not much of a fan of the girl's music either.
Thankfully the song changed as he pushed into the kitchen through the swinging door, but this one proved not to be any better.
Chloe didn't seem to think so, singing it word for word, using the wooden spoon in her hand alternatively to sing into and to stir whatever she was frying. "I'm not Snow White but I'm lost inside this forest. I'm not Red Riding Hood, but I think the wolves have got me." She skipped a part as she went to check on her pot, leaving whatever was in her pan simmering on a low heat. "I don't need a knight, so baby take off all your armor. You be the beast, and I'll be the beauty, beauty. Who needs true love, as long as you love me truly?" She let the song go on as she tried what was apparently broth, the smell delicious, making a face at her sip as she reached for some black pepper and added it.
Dean leaned against the cabinets, watching her with a small smile on his lips as he folded his arms over his chest.
Chloe continued oblivious to his presence as she finally found the broth acceptable, put the lid back on, and went to tend to the frying pan. "When I lay my head down to go to sleep at night…my dreams consist of things that'll make you wanna hide."
Dean's smile slipped at how incredibly true that was, the memory of her nightmares haunting him even now.
"I'm not afraid to face a little bit of danger, danger. I want the love, the money and the perfection ending…" Chloe continued to sing, seeming to know these lyrics by heart. "You want the same as I, I, so stop pretending."
Dean ran his hand over his head.
"I wanna show you how good we could be together…" Chloe shook her hips at that teasingly. "I wanna love you through the night, we'll be a sweet disaster!"
Uncomfortable for some reason, Dean slipped back out of the kitchen and went to sit down on the sofa, flinching when he remembered all too late that it was golden and hard and not something one merely collapsed on.
Left alone for the first time since everything had happened, Dean leaned forwards on the sofa and rested his chin on his knuckles, elbow against his knee. There was a part of him that was somewhat happy for all of this because it kept him from really having to think about all that'd happened since he and Chloe had gone to see his father, but not even Bobby's golden touch could keep Dean's brain from venturing back. And what dominated Dean's mind left him curiously uneasy. It wasn't so much the fact that Chloe was definitely in danger, and that Dean himself was apparently the biggest danger to her.
The hunter dismissed that very thought because it was stupid and useless. No matter what happened, no matter how things could be presented to him or manipulated, there was no way that he could ever end the life of the girl singing happily in the kitchen. There was just no way. Just the thought made him sick.
All things considering that whole topic should be what had him so awkward and confused and weird, but no. It wasn't the way he wasn't sure how to approach her at times. It wasn't the reason why he found himself questioning things and falling into the odd silence.
The reason he was so damned awkward was that confession of hers.
Dean ran his hand over his face as he stared at the kitchen door.
That girl had opened her heart to him in a way no one ever had and made him feel so damn humbled he was still speechless. He wasn't used to someone caring for him like that. The way she'd painted a picture of how she viewed him…the man she'd described…he sounded damn amazing. Dean didn't think he came close to living up to that image she had of him, but goddamn it, he wanted to!
And it left him confused and uneasy and awkward.
As a kid he'd wanted to be the best soldier for his father. He wanted to earn the man's respect, his love. He wanted to see the twinkle of pride in the man's eyes. With every kill, every hunt, every action he'd just cemented more and more the fact that he was a great hunter, that his father could rely on him, that he was invaluable. In the end he never really saw that though, especially not the last time he'd seen his father. The disappointment and disgust had been obvious in John Winchester's eyes, and it still stung.
As a teen he'd wanted to be the best brother for Sam. He'd known for a while now that Sammy just really wasn't cut out for hunting, that he didn't enjoy it the way that they're father did (then again, who enjoyed a hunt the way John Winchester did?). He'd wanted to help Sam get through their life, survive it, and somehow thrive in it. He'd tried giving the kid christmases or birthdays whenever it was possible, and whenever something went wrong he covered for him to their father. He'd tried being all the family Sammy needed but he hadn't been enough and had failed there as well. Sammy had left the first change he had, and then communication between them was pitiful at best. The only reason why he was slowly talking more to his brother was because of the girl in the kitchen, who was singing some godawful song about "humps".
Dean's expression went somewhat tortured as he continued to gaze at that kitchen door.
At first he'd wanted to be a good guardian for the girl while trying to find her cousin, it was the best way to combine what he already knew-how to be a soldier and a brother. It was easy to see her as he had Sammy, putting her firmly in the "kid who needs to be taken care of" category he had his little brother. God knows she reminded him of Sam, with her smarts and cheek and oddball nature…but now that Dean actually sat down and thought about it, he wondered when things started to change.
Maybe it was the way she saw him.
It shocked him stupid.
No one saw him in the light she did, especially not him! But it made him want to be able to.
Dean changed positions on the sofa, leaning back as he let out a loud sigh, remembering her words under the large oak tree.
He wanted to be the man she saw. It awed him to realize just how much she trusted him-that just because he'd had a hand in raising Sammy she'd trusted his little brother. That said so much about the trust the girl had in him. And why? What had he ever done to earn that trust? Nothing! He might have saved her, yes, but he'd been doing a job! He'd been on a hunt! It was what he was supposed to do! It was what had been ingrained into his subconscious since he was old enough to understand! And the second time at the Luthor Castle? Again, he might have saved her but Wade had done the same thing as well in his own way, keeping Goodnight occupied so the girl could run…and yet she'd actually come out and told Dean that she'd tried having sex with Wade and hadn't been able to.
So it couldn't just be a hero-complex she had towards him.
Dean licked his lips as he closed his eyes, leaning his head back with a sigh.
She noticed the little things, had even realized he was investigating Lois' disappearance for crissakes! She'd realized how he'd examined her friends, noticed every time he encouraged them to be around when she needed it…all the things he thought she didn't notice-or hadn't given much thought of himself-she had.
He rested his arms out straight on each side of his head, ignoring how uncomfortable the golden sofa was.
She told him he was special to her.
She-she'd gone into demonic servitude to save his life-and she hadn't cared.
Because…because she'd gotten to know him.
Dean clenched his fists tightly.
How the hell was he expected to react to something like that?
He still couldn't wrap his head around it!
And how could she act as if nothing had happened?
As if she hadn't just told him something so-so-?
He opened his eyes and sat up straight, finding the girl leaning over him, a spoon aimed at his mouth.
"What is wrong with you?" She laughed, shaking her head at him, eyes twinkling in intrigued mirth. "I've been calling your name for hours."
He sat up straighter, clearing his throat. "Uh-!"
She took the opportunity to stick the spoon into his mouth. "What's missing?"
Dean blinked in confusion , lips curling around the spoon as she carefully pulled it back out.
"Everything's almost perfect." She stared into his hazels, worrying her bottom lip. "But it feels like it's lacking something…and I feel like I should know what…like it should come to me naturally…but for some reason it isn't."
Dean chewed the chicken and vegetables she'd gotten into the spoon before swallowing it and the broth, his adam's apple bobbing with the action.
"Well?" She leaned in lower, resting her hands on her knees as she did so, eyeing him curiously, expectantly. "What's missing for everything to be perfect?"
Dean didn't understand why he was feeling so aware of how close she was, or why this whole situation had him on edge. "I-I don't know."
She pouted. "You sure?"
The hell he was! He'd never felt more lost than he had right at this moment!
It fucking pissed him off!
Sighing, the blonde straightened up. "It'll come to me. It has to." She turned and started towards the door before pausing. "If you realize what's missing…let me know?"
"Sure." He nodded, his clenched hands resting on his thighs.
"Thanks!" The girl winked before disappearing into the kitchen once more, humming something to herself.
Dean let out a little growl as he slouched overm covering his face with his hands.
What the fucking hell was going on with him?