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26th-Sep-2012 01:19 am
Midas Touch

Title: Midas Touch
Sequel to: Spring-Heeled Jack
Characters: Chloe/Dean, Bobby, Sam/Jess
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural
Rating: T
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 determined 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

"So…does this constitute as 'meeting the family'?" Dr. Masters asked with a cheeky little smile.

Chloe snorted as she leaned forwards, eyeing the woman on her computer screen. "I told you, Dean and I aren't like that. He sees me like a little sister, it's Lois who he's interested in."

"And how do you feel about that?" The pixie-ish woman wanted to know.

"I really don't see how I should have any feeling towards it." Chloe shrugged, scratching the back of her neck. "I've known him since I was young and I always knew he was interested in Lois. It's always just been a fact. Nothing else."

"You're no fun." Dr. Masters snorted, tilting her head to the right. "But what about guys you can talk about? Have you heard from 'the one that got away'?"

Chloe thought for a moment, a little confused as to whom the woman was talking about. "Huh?"

"Wade!" Dr. Masters rolled her eyes. "You told me that he was the closest thing you'd ever had to a relationship."

"To a boyfriend. Not a relationship. What I have with Dean is the closest thing I've ever had to a relationship." Chloe pursed her lips, letting her mind go to Wade Mahaney. "I really haven't had much contact with him since he left. I've received one or two phone calls and that one postcard…all counting down to my 16th."

"Yes, I remember you mentioning that he's decided that he's going to be your first." The older woman raised an eyebrow. "If I remember right though, you've never given much of an opinion on that decision of his."

"I don't know if I could do it with him, to be truthful." Chloe replied with a sigh. "Don't get me wrong, I like Wade, I do! And I think he'd extremely handsome! And I love his tattoos…"

"Where's the 'but'?"

"But…" The girl closed her eyes. "Well, I tried last time and it didn't turn out so good, did it? I got sick and nearly threw up. That's not very promising."

"That's just your mind messing with you." The woman declared, leaning forwards. "Up until now you've had purely unpleasant sexual situations, and because of that your mind associates anything sexual with something bad. Until you take the plunge and realize that it's really great to kiss and have sex, you're going to be this way." She raised an eyebrow. "Usually my professional stance is 'abstain till you're at least eighteen', but I think in your case it's different. Your birthday is right upon us and you'll be legal."

"So you're saying that if Wade suddenly appears out of the blue and decides to 'claim' it that I should let him?" Chloe made a face. "Just so that I can associate sex with a good experience?"

"It might sound a little silly, but yes." Her doctor declared.

The girl leaned against the headboard, chewing on her thumbnail as she contemplated the woman's words. "Really?"

"It'll be fun." Dr. Masters assured her with mischief. "I can assure you that there is nothing in this world as wonderful as a great screw."

Chloe felt herself blush as she continued chewing on her nail. "That sounds so unprofessional."

Dr. Masters laughed. "It does, doesn't it?"

The patient laughed, nodding before letting out a little sigh. "I'll consider it. If Wade gets into contact after my birthday…I'll consider giving it another go."

"Because you are very much attracted to him." The older woman reminded.

"That's right." Chloe nodded in agreement. "Dean says Wade's too old for me but-."

"Please. The older they are-the more they know." Once again, Dr. Masters sounded like a gossiping frat girl and not a professional.

It was probably why Chloe could actually talk to her this openly.

"So, talking about your birthday, what do you plan on doing to celebrate it?" The woman asked. "What has Deanie-boy got planned? Or is he trying to keep it secret?"

The blonde worried her bottom lip. "I-I haven't told him."

"Really?" Dr. Masters asked in amusement. "And why is that?"

"I don't know…I guess it's not really that important. I'm not a kid anymore."

"But that's exactly why you should be celebrating this birthday." The good doctor disagreed. "Sixteen years of age marks the difference between woman and child. The only other landmark after that into cementing your womanhood is the loss of your virginity. This birthday is extremely important…you're going to become a woman and things will never be the same for you anymore." Her smile went cunning. "I'd celebrate the turning point if I were you."

That comment bothered Chloe for some reason, though she really couldn't put her finger on why.

There was a scratching at her door, and Chloe stood, going towards it, opening the oak wood a crack before smirking and opening it the rest of the way.

Rumsfeld trotted into the room and jumped onto her bed.

"Who's the monster?"

"I think he's cute!" Chloe protested.

The Rottweiler began growling menacingly at Dr. Masters, vicious for the first time since the teenager had met him.

"The feeling's mutual, ugly." Dr. Masters frowned darkly at the animal before turning a smile on Chloe. "Well, that's it for us. I think this was a productive little session, don't you?"

"Yes ma'am." Chloe nodded with a smile.

"Stop calling me ma'am!" The woman cried in mock-horror. "You make me feel so old! I've told you once and I've told you a million times, call me by my first name! If you don't I'll feel insulted."

"Yes, Meg." Chloe smiled sheepishly. "Talk to you again soon."

"Remember, if you need someone to talk to, I'm just a phonecall or a skype away." Dr. Meg Masters reminded.

"I'll remember that." Chloe nodded. "Bye."

"Later!" Dr. Masters ended the skype session with a wink, poked out tongue, and forming the rocker devil's horns with her fingers before the screen went blank.

She was so unprofessional!

Chloe chuckled, shaking her head as she stood, rubbing Rumsfeld's back. "Let's go down, the food should be ready."

Wagging his tail at the very thought, the Rottweiler jumped off of the bed and followed her downstairs as she hurried down the steps, passed where Dean and Bobby were seated together talking amongst themselves, and heading back into the kitchen, where the scent of the food was enticing.

Ginning as she checked her food, finding everything finished, the blonde turned off the stove and grabbed plates, serving Bobby and Dean first, knowing it made no sense to serve herself since her food would get cold while she fed the oldest hunter. She served two glasses of cool water since the only other option was beer and beer dehydrated, which wasn't something Bobby needed at the moment.

The door to the kitchen swung open and Dean appeared, hesitating a second before shaking his head in apparent self-annoyance. He then flashed her a toothy smile as he came forwards.

"Bobby sent me in to say that he thought we were supposed to be helping him, not torturing him with the scent of food."

Chloe's lips curled in a smile at that. "He thinks it smells good?"

"Seems so." Dean made a face when he realized it was only soup, before leaning over her to grab the spoon from her hand and dip into one of the bowls, bringing the broth to his lips and trying the finished version.

He was in her space as he did this, but it didn't bother the girl at all as she stared up into his face intently, desperate to see his reaction to the taste. She found herself turning slightly so that her body was facing his although her back was arched away so that she didn't end up with her face smashed into his chest in this awkward position. One of her hands reached behind her to steady her against the counter, and the other found its way to his shirt, grabbing hold of him to help anchor her.

Dean's eyes were closed after he swallowed, before finally opening them once more to grin down at her. "You better have more of this because I'm going to finish this plate in no time...and considering how Bobby's stomach is imitating some sort of dying bear...we're going to go through this quickly."

The blonde chuckled, grinning brightly as she tightened her grip on the edge of his shirt in her pleasure. "There's more than enough for seconds...thirds even. Don't worry."

"You never made soup for me." Dean was half accusing, half teasing as he put the spoon back in what Chloe was now calling 'his' bowl, tilting his head downwards so he could look down into her face due to how close they were. "Not even when I got that damn cold."

"Awwwwww..." the blonde chuckled as she played with the hem of his shirt teasingly, grinning up into his face. "Are you jealous?" Her grin widened mischievously. "Don't be. I still love you most." The blonde pulled on his shirt, yanking the unprepared man down to her level as she pushed up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek before letting go with a sharp bark of laughter and escaping from between him and the counter. "Can you take your bowl and Bobby's to the table? I'll bring the water." She grabbed the cool glasses. "And when we're finished, we'll have something sweet yet healthy for desert. After his days of starvation Bobby needs healthy food to make up for all he's missed."

The blonde turned back to face Dean and paused, blinking.

The man hadn't moved.

He was completely frozen in the position he'd been moments ago, hunched over and everything.

Worry crept into her.

Had she overstepped boundaries by kissing his cheek?

She'd never done that before...but it'd just felt...right.

Still, Dean wasn't a touchy-feely sort of person.

Maybe she'd just made him hella uncomfortable.

Gulping, Chloe tightened her grip on the glasses of cooled water. She took the coward's way out and slipped from the room, giving Bobby a large grin. "Food's ready!" She hurried to the table and put down the two glasses before turning to the hunter, who seemed grumpy at the thought of being fed, yet too hungry to be prideful.

Bobby mumbled something as he went towards the table.

Chloe flashed him a smile before sending the kitchen a little look. "I'm going to see what's keeping Dean." The blonde hurried into the kitchen and found the hunter leaning with his back against the counter, hands behind him against the edge of the counter, eyes narrowed slightly and lips a grim line.

Oh damn.

She'd definitely overstepped her boundaries!

Forcing a smile, Chloe came closer. "Can you pass me Bobby's bowl? It's behind you."

Dean merely rose his gaze to her, seeming much more disturbed than annoyed.

That intrigued and relieved her.

Smile a bit more genuine, the blonde stood there, hands on her hips. "Seriously?"

"Huh?" He asked, apparently not having heard what she'd said before.

Rolling her eyes, the blonde walked towards him, very much in his space as he'd been in hers moments before. She leaned into him, slightly around, and reached the untouched plate and spoon behind him, taking it with her as she finally pulled away and spun on her heels, heading out of the kitchen, feeling Dean's troubled gaze on her.

Considering he didn't seem pissed she really wasn't all too worried anymore, returning to where Bobby was sitting on a now golden chair, in front of a now golden table. He was obviously very uncomfortable and unhappy, pouting and grumpy.

Rumsfeld sat next to him, sniffing his boot.

"So Dean says you're the brains of the operation." Chloe didn't like silences, and since Dean was being an utter weirdo (and Bobby did NOT seem like the type to chit-chat) she'd decided to cover any uncomfortable silences with her rambles. "He says that when hunters need their false identities and such validated that you're the one that fields the conversations and such." She sat down on the chair opposite his, dipping the spoon in the bowl and blowing at the broth before bringing it to his mouth much like a mother would a child. "I noticed the multiple phones with the words FBI and CIA and DEA and HOMELAND SECURITY and even WHITE HOUSE CORRESPONDANT over them. This all sounds incredibly intriguing."

Bobby closed his eyes and groaned in happiness at his first mouthful of food since his golden touch had started.

Chloe grinned brightly. "He also told me that you're the one who does most of the bulk of the darkest, most obscure research. I've checked out some of the books you have in the library, and I'm sure those are the family versions. I don't see you having the darker, more dangerous ones out in the open-and the ones I saw were incredibly obscure! Also, I noticed that many of them are in Latin, both archaic and classical, and some were in Greek while there was even one that seemed what I think is Sanskrit? It's impressive that you can read the originals."

Bobby eyed her in contemplation as he continued to silently accept the spoonfuls she fed him, chewing on the vegetables and meat whenever he got pieces of them in his servings.

"I only managed to really browse through them while waiting for my session with my psychologist, but the one I found most interesting was a bestiary that's in a mixture of archaic Latin, Sumerian, and ancient Greek with a hint of Aramaic here and there." Chloe prattled on as Dean finally emerged from the kitchen with his bowl and spoon, making his way to the table, sitting across from them silently. "I liked it because it mentioned a couple of the more obscure creatures that really aren't mentioned in the ones I've come across on the internet."

Bobby raised an eyebrow at her.

Dean just ate silently as he watched them.

"After Hope I really started getting interested in the Supernatural, but no matter how hard Lois and I looked up the accounts of creatures and how they behaved or how to kill them were always contrasting. The only thing that seemed to be agreed on by everyone was the fact that werewolves aren't fans of silver. It was depressing to say the least." Chloe made a face at the memory of those times. "So I decided to channel my energy into something more productive. I learnt archaic Latin, some Greek, and a bit of Romanian...though I admit the Romanian was because-as I told Dean-I am a big fan of Dracula."

Bobby gave her a very disapproving expression at that.

She stuffed his mouth with another spoonful before he could sermonize her like the younger hunter had when he'd discovered this fact. "Yeah yeah, vamps are evil, yadda yadda-but you don't understand. Gary Oldman is just so...so...with the tinted shades and the hat and the hair and the accent..." she sighed at the very memory before catching herself and clearing her throat, shaking her head, shoving yet another spoonful into Bobby's mouth. "Anyway...the vampires lately are interesting in their own way but don't live up to Gary's Dracula...so I won't say anything else and just leave it to that."

Dean snorted as he brought the spoon to his mouth.

Bobby chewed in a very disapproving manner.

Chloe blinked, realizing that the hunter was almost finished with the soup. She'd spoon-fed him quickly! "Will you want a second helping or are you ready for desert?"

"What's desert?" Dean asked before Bobby even opened his mouth.

"Sliced bananas sprinkled with honey." Chloe grinned brightly. "Bobby has a couple of them that will spoil if not eaten immediately, and it's a delicious, healthy desert as long as you don't overdo it with the honey."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Seriously, you never made any of this for me."

Rolling her eyes, relieved they were back to normal, Chloe chuckled as she turned back to Bobby, waiting for his answer, when suddenly the sound of an engine could be heard.

Rumsfeld hurried to his feet and raced towards the door, barking loudly.

Chloe blinked, passing Bobby the bowl on instinct, pulling her hands away seconds before it turned to gold. "Are you expecting someone?"

"No." Bobby growled, standing , holding the golden bowl tightly.

Dean was on his feet in seconds, yanking out the gun she hadn't realized he'd stuck into the back of his pants, heading towards the door as the engine cut off and the sound doors closing and footsteps approaching could be heard.

Chloe watched the door, nervous.

Dean made sure the chain was on the door before going towards the window and gazing out through a slit in the curtains. "What the-?"

There was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Bobby turned towards Dean, obviously annoyed that in his condition he was unable to do anything other than stand there.

"The hell?" Dean went to the door and undid the chains and locks before finally swinging the door wide open. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Someone snorted. "I see that your manners haven't improved."

Chloe's eyes widened and she didn't realize she was racing towards the door until she pushed past Dean and jumped into Sam's arms with a squeal.

Sam laughed, holding her tightly as he swung her around. "Hey!"

"What are you doing here?" Chloe asked, voice high in excitement as she held onto him tightly, staring up into his face. "And how did you get here so fast?"

"There was a plane involved." Sam chuckled as he stared down at her with a fond smile.

"You took a plane here?" Chloe stared up at him in shock, eyes wide. "Why?"

"Oh come on!" Another voice announced from the shadows besides Sam. "Like we would miss this!"

Chloe's eyes widened and she turned to see the gorgeous curly haired blonde who'd been hidden in the darkness. "Jess!" She slipped from Sam's arms and squealed as she wrapped herself around the older woman. "I can't believe you're here!"

"We were going to wait for the weekend—but since you mightn't make it we decided to come here instead." Giggling happily, Jess held her tightly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "As I said: we wouldn't miss this! We even got presents!"

"Presents?" Dean's voice was low and confused, obviously annoyed at his own confusion. "Why would you bring presents?"

Jess went still, sharing a look with Sam over Chloe's head before turning to look at Dean.

Chloe flinched.

"Because it's her birthday." Sam responded, as if this should be obvious.

"Birthday." Dean whispered the word.

Pulling away from Jess, Chloe turned towards Dean with a little sheepish smile. "Surprise?"

"It's your birthday?" Dean frowned down at her, seeming to forget his brother was there. "You told me that you had less than a month to go-you didn't tell me it was in a couple of days! Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's not a big deal." Chloe shrugged. "Fifteen, sixteen, what's the difference?"

Dean's jaw clenched as he stared down at her before turning to his brother. "Come on in." And with that he went back inside.

Sam raised an eyebrow as he followed him.

Jess stayed where she was, flinging an arm around the shorter girl's shoulder as she eyed them. "So, that's the infamous Dean, huh?"

"Yep, in all his pissed off glory." Chloe groaned, running her hand over her face. "I didn't think he'd be this angry. It's just a stupid birthday."

"No birthday's stupid." Jess gave her a squeeze, before gasping. "Oh! We also brought cake! It was a bitch to find a bakery still open and buy one but Sam figured Dean wouldn't think of getting one so-yeah! Come help me bring it out!"

"What flavor is it?" Chloe asked, forgetting her worry as she wrapped an arm around Jess' waist, following the woman to the rental car.


"Marry me." Chloe groaned.

Laughing, Jess gave her a squeeze. "It's good to see you again, Chloe."

"You too." Chloe whispered, smiling up at the girl who'd saved her in Stanford. "Thanks for doing this."

Jess winked. "Don't thank me yet until you've seen the presents!"


Dean decided he liked this Jess girl. Not only was she gorgeous, and made his little brother smile tenderly, but she made Chloe burst out laughing. He'd also seen the way the curly-haired woman had saved the teenager from that damn rapist ghost, and for that alone he respected and was indebted to her.

Bobby had refused cake, but that was probably because his pride couldn't take Chloe having to feed him in front of the newcomers. Other than him everyone was enjoying a slice, even Rumsfeld, while Jess used Sam's laptop to try search the internet for answers, and Sam and Chloe hunched over some of Bobby's books. Dean had never been much of a researcher so he just enjoyed the cake (why couldn't there be such a thing as birthday pie?) and watched everyone interact.

Bobby grumbled his answers to Jess' questions as she tried to use a picture she'd taken of the idol on a Google search, and was trying to use whatever Bobby could say to narrow the search.

Chloe and Sam kept nudging each other with their shoulders, laughing as they talked softly amongst themselves. She wore the earrings he'd bought her for her birthday, the stones apparently her birthstone, something that had touched her and made her all teary-eyed. Dean wasn't exactly sure what Jess had gotten her since the girl hadn't pulled it out of the bag, but from the blush on her face it seemed intriguing.

Sam chuckled and threw an arm around Chloe's shoulders, pulling her near as he motioned to something in the book.

Dean frowned at just how hands-on his brother was. Didn't he get that Chloe didn't like being touched? He should be more respectful of that.

Jess looked up in time to see this interaction between Sam and Chloe, and instead of looking insecure or jealous or even bothered in the least bit like a girlfriend should, she just smiled tenderly at them before returning her attention to a mumbling Bobby.

Clearing his throat, Dean returned his attention to Sam and Dean in time to see Chloe reach down to grab Sam's pointing hand and drag it to another section, her eyes widened.

Sam's eyes followed whatever she was using his finger to point to before widening. "Uh, Bobby? Have you ever heard of El Dorado?"

"The City of Gold?" Bobby stood, frowning as he walked towards them. "'Course I have, but what does that have to do with-?" And then he gaze down at the page and his eyes widened. "Balls!"

Dean stood the same time Jess did, the two crowding behind their respective other's, Dean's hands coming down on Chloe's shoulders as he stared down at a depiction of this City of Gold...and at the idol at the top of the pyramid in the middle of the city.

It was the idol Bobby had touched.

"So the Midas Idol is also Aztec?" Dean frowned.

"Inca." Sam mumbled.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Big difference."

"One's from Mexico and the other was centered in what is now known as Peru." Sam responded without hesitation.

Dean raised an eyebrow and tried to remember if his brother had always been this annoying.

"But what's the connection between the Inca civilization and the ancient Greeks?" Chloe wanted to know in confusion. "Because Midas definitely is a Greek myth."

"Are we sure there's a connection to Midas?" Jess wanted to know curiously. "I'm not current with my Greek mythology, so how exactly did the king get his 'golden touch'? The only part of that story I remember was that he accidentally turns his daughter into a golden statue when he touches her."

Dean's gaze slid subtly to where Bobby's hands were, measuring the distance between him and Chloe (who was the closest to the oldest hunter), and calculating the possibilities of an accidental touch.

"If I remember it was because of a "vain prayer" for him to have the ability to turn things to gold." Chloe, completely oblivious to his thoughts, murmured.

"So there wasn't exactly an idol mentioned." Sam declared.

"Not that I remember." Chloe frowned in agreement.

"So have we been barking up the wrong tree this whole damn time?" Bobby frowned.

The youth all shared a look, and left the question unanswered.

26th-Sep-2012 05:04 pm (UTC)
I wonder why Meg is pushing Chloe so much, and Rumsfeld is awesome!
26th-Sep-2012 05:06 pm (UTC)
Hmmmm.....*no comment*
He is, isn't he? I just wanna rub him behind his ears! :)
26th-Sep-2012 06:08 pm (UTC)
ohhh... could wade be the one with the other sigil!?
26th-Sep-2012 06:23 pm (UTC)
Very good question :)
27th-Sep-2012 03:30 am (UTC)
Don't like that Meg is pushing Chloe. There is something shady there but what isn't when it comes to demons?

What a nice surprise of Sam and Jess.
27th-Sep-2012 04:17 am (UTC)
True. When isn't it?
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