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 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
Only in the privacy of her own room once everyone had retired for the night did Chloe dare take Jess' gift out of the bag. She didn't exactly know what to say about it, except that she had always figured Lois would be the first person to buy her something like this, and the realization that her cousin wasn't kinda hurt. Still, the blonde pushed those feelings away and stared at the lacy material in her hands, not sure she was capable enough of pulling this thing off.
A part of her really wanted to see, though.
It was what had her racing to the bathroom to bathe and then slip into the little number. The blonde gulped as she returned to the bedroom and stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at herself long and hard.
The lingerie set was black, red, and barely there.
The bottom's sides were made of small red ruffles that met at a black V that dipped far too low both in the front and back. The only thing keeping the front from being pornographic was a cute little black bow that covered what the cloth of the underwear didn't...the back ending into a thong...the first of its kind that she'd ever worn.
The top was...uh...different than anything she'd ever worn. It was a strapless black lacy goodness that tied together in the front in such a way that made her girls prop up and was barely there yet covered the essentials, the little bits of red in the design tastefully camouflaging her womanly bits while emphasizing the swell of her breasts.
Jessica had whispered mischievously that she'd started using these things from Chloe's age and had wanted to give her a little helping hand in the right direction.
Chloe couldn't help but sigh at herself as she stared at her reflection.
There was no way she could wear something like this.
She didn't have the gorgeous, tall and statuesque bodies Jess and Lois did...and neither woman had an ugly scar marring their chests. The scars took away all attention from the sexuality of the underwear, ugly and deforming, a constant reminder of how screwed up she was.
Gulping back the lump in her throat, Chloe went to the bed and threw herself onto it, staring up at the ceiling, forcing the tears back. She brought her arm up to rest over her eyes as she took in a deep breath, berating herself for getting depressed over something like body image. It annoyed her how much the scars got to her because she knew that every time she did she was letting her mother win, and yet she couldn't help but be a teenaged girl about this.
Growling, the blonde forced herself out of bed and back into the bathroom, changing out of the lingerie and into normal underwear, pulling on a large old shirt over her body before returning to the bedroom. She sat on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest as she stared at her reflection, somewhat sulky at the thought that this messy creature was much more her than the pretend vixen she'd been moments ago.
It was at that moment that she realized she actually wanted to be that vixen. Sure, she was still terrified after all she'd been through, but between Dr. Masters and Jess Chloe was beginning to see just how much she must be missing out on. The two women had had these mischievous glints in their eyes when they talked about things she just didn't understand, and Chloe wanted to understand them. She didn't want her only thoughts on sex to be terrified ones. She wanted a good, eye-twinkle-inducing memory as well!
She was legal now!
Where the hell was Wade when she needed him?
Still...still...it wasn't as easy as just deciding to jump in the sack with someone, was it? Not considering the fact that whenever someone got close to her she wanted to throw up. The only people she trusted were those who'd either proven themselves to her by saving her life at some time or the other, or had proven unable to realize she was a girl.
A knock sounded on the door.
She raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
There was hesitation before it opened to reveal Dean. "You decent?"
"Yep." She nodded. "What's up?"
The hunter slipped into the room and closed the door behind him, standing awkwardly there, hands in his jeans pocket. "You wanna tell me why I was the only one who didn't know what today was?"
He might have presented that as a question, but it was definitely a demand.
Chloe sighed as she patted the bed next to her.
He raised an eyebrow before throwing himself down on the bed next to her, gazing up at the ceiling.
The blonde eyed him in his sweat pants and t-shirt, the man obviously having already bathed as well before coming to confront her. "I'm sorry. I didn't think it would be a big deal."
"Why? Because I'm not the birthday sort?" Dean grumbled, moving his hands to pillow them behind his head. "I'm not the type of guy who knows what a damned 'birthstone' is?"
Her hands went up to her ears where she still wore Sam's gift, realizing in shock that Dean was hurt, masking the feeling under annoyance with a hint of resentment. "The only reason Sam knows what my birthday is, is because he's friends with me on Facebook. It's not this huge secret that I only told him and not you."
"Facebook?" He made a face, turning to face her finally, confusion and annoyance growing, although the resentment and hurt were gone. "Sounds like an internet thing."
She nodded slowly. "It's like Myspace...except people use it."
"Myspace?" Dean frowned deeper. "What the hell is that?"
Chloe grinned down at him, finding it so refreshing that there was someone out there who didn't know what stuff like Myspace and Facebook were.
His was a dying breed.
"It's inconsequential." She promised him, moving so that she was sitting on her knees, facing him. "Let's just say that Facebook states my name and birth date right up top and reminds all my friends when my birthday comes along so that they can post on my wall. Sam, Jess and I added each other after the whole Stanford thing, that's the only reason why they knew about my birthday. I swear."
He eyed her before snorting and sitting up. "It's not like it was a big deal or anything."
The blonde smiled softly at him.
Dean shook his head and smirked, looking around her bedroom. "I used to stay in this room when dad would dump Sammy and me on Bobby as kids so we didn't get in the way of his hunts."
"Really?" She looked around the room in amusement. "Did you ever sneak any girl up in here?"
Dean scoffed. "Yeah, like I could sneak anyone in past Bobby." He then grinned mischievously. "Doesn't mean I didn't try though."
Chloe made a face at the thought of Dean having a girl in this room. Thankfully it'd never happened, but she could all-too easily imagine it...and it annoyed her for some reason.
Shaking her head, Chloe pushed away those weird thoughts and turned her attention towards the hunter. "Your dad's a douche."
Dean let out a burst of surprised laughter. "That was random!"
"I know, sorry." She grinned back, feeling much better now that it was just the two of them without her thoughts or insecurities getting in the way. "I just can't really imagine how you're his son." The blonde crept closer on her knees before lowering herself back on the bed right in front of him, reaching for his hand with hers, remembering the horrible tension between Dean and his father the whole time they'd been with him. "You're so different. To be honest, Sam's like your father, not you."
Dean snorted, although his gaze was on their hands. "Don't let him hear that."
"But it's true. He's bullheaded, and whatever he decides he's going to do he does no matter whatever whoever is around him thinks." Chloe argued her point. "You guys hadn't seen each other in months at least but John was too consumed with the hunt to even take a couple of minutes and just talk to you and see how you were doing. And when he did talk to you about something that wasn't the hunt-it was to tell you off for not hunting! I wanted to punch him!" She frowned. "Sam's like that in his quest to live the 'normal life'. And both of them don't have a problem with cutting out from their lives the people who don't fit into that world."
"It really wasn't that big of a deal." Dean shrugged, obviously uncomfortable with the direction the conversation had taken.
Chloe sighed, hating the thought that Dean had grown up with that and considered such asshole behavior from his father as normal and "not that big of a deal". He was used to being treated like a lower ranked soldier, not as a family member, especially not as a son. She couldn't see John showing his boys any affection at all growing up, and it made her want to do it instead.
The girl didn't have a mothering bone in her body, but she wanted to hold Dean tight...and so that was what she did.
Letting go of his hands Chloe surged up on her knees once more and wrapped her arms around his body, which was shocked stiff. She hid her face in the curve of Dean's neck as she held him tightly, eyes drifting shut at how incredibly nice it was when his arms finally wrapped around her.
They could hear a door slam shut and then heavy footsteps pounding down the hallway as Bobby grumbled darkly as he passed outside her bedroom door. "Can't sleep on a damn golden bed! It's too hard! I need a drink-which I can't drink!"
Rumsfeld could be heard hurrying after him.
"Don't come too close." Bobby warned as he started down the stairs. "Don't want no golden dog statue."
"I feel so bad for him." Chloe whispered, finally pulling away from Dean and kneeling in front of him once more with a sigh. "What he's going through must be hell."
"Yeah, well, I guess he should just be happy that this isn't related to King Midas because you said that dude died of starvation." Dean frowned, obviously worried as well. "Whereas Bobby can eat-as long as he's fed."
"I still think this has something to do with King Midas, despite everything." Chloe frowned. "No where have we read any Incan story about someone turning things to gold by touching them. That's purely a Midas story. Maybe he prayed to this idol. I don't know."
"That's an idea." Dean frowned in thought. "So you think it's the representative of some god or something?"
"That's it!" Chloe's eyes widened as she suddenly jumped off of the bed and reached for her laptop and brought it back to the bed. "Dean! You're a genius!"
"Course I am." Dean scoffed before raising an eyebrow. "Why exactly am I one, though?"
"Chrysus." Chloe responded, lifting the lid and waiting for it to boot up.
"Gesundheit?" Dean made a face, obviously thinking she'd just sneezed.
"No, I mean the god Chrysus/Khrysos. The Greek god! Son of Zeus? God, or spirit, of gold?" Chloe brought up her favored search engine and began researching the little-known god or daimon. "If there's anyone who could shed a light to this whole situation it would be him."
"Wait, you think the Greek gods were real?" Dean made a face as he sat behind her, gazing over her shoulder at the screen.
Chloe sent him a look over her shoulder, leaning against him and using the hunter as back support. "If the creatures of Greek myth are real-why not the gods?"
Sam had promised himself to use this time to not only help his brother and Chloe (and Bobby obviously) but to watch the first two closely. He found himself distracted though with just how perfect Jess was, his heart constricting with happiness at how she accepted every part of him, even this one. The woman was amazing. She was beautiful and cheerful and supportive and everything he could have ever dreamed of in a girlfriend. He'd never thought that someone could be so...perfect.
Jess had been the one to give Bobby his breakfast, flirting playfully with the man and somehow getting him out of his foul temper, instead having the man all bashful. She'd started talking to Dean for a bit, the conversation something Sam hadn't been able to hear, but they'd seemed comfortable and both very much invested in whatever was being talked about. The blonde also kept an eye out on Chloe and admitted to Sam that she saw Chloe as the sister she'd lost as a child, and the protective-older-sister was showing at times.
Even when it came to him.
Just last night Jess had taken Sam aside to remind him that while he cared about Chloe, and felt protective of her, that he had no right to question Dean or his motives. Dean was the one who'd uprooted his life and changed everything to take care of the younger girl. Chloe obviously trusted Dean completely, and there was a closeness between them that shocked Sam.
Dean had never let anyone get that close to him.
Jess had basically told Sam to mind his own business when it came to whatever sort of relationship those two had...and the younger brother had the impression she thought it was of the sexy variety.
Sam...wasn't sure of that actually.
At first he had, that whole skype thing had shocked him to hell and back, and he'd started to worry that maybe his brother just couldn't keep it in his pants!
But now that he was actually in the same room with the two of them, watching how they interacted with each other, Sam was almost completely sure that nothing indecent had ever happened between them. It was in the way she met Dean's gaze with that dazzling smile, and in the way Dean gave her a tender smile when she wasn't looking at him.
Dean had never acted this way with one of his fucks.
There was definitely something between them that wasn't carnal.
At least not yet.
Sam sighed as he tilted his head to the side, watching as Chloe laughed at something Dean mumbled as he researched something in one of the many old tomes Bobby had shown them that concerned the ancient Greek deities before leaving for a walk around the junkyard with his dog, the older hunter obviously unable to bare being unable to do anything because of his golden touch.
Dean grumbled something, obviously being grumpy for some reason, gaze on the book as he turned a page. Chloe didn't seem at all bothered with his grumpiness, bending over behind him and wrapping her arms around his neck before giving him a little squeeze and pressing a kiss to his cheek affectionately.
Sam's eyes widened at the sight, not having seen this sort of affection between them before.
Dean's face never changed expression, but his grip on the book tightened, and he cleared his throat a couple of times.
Sam knew his brother's tells, and thus it was easy to decipher just how much this little gesture of hers affected the guy.
Chloe didn't seem to notice, resting her face next to his, still embracing the sitting hunter as she read a passage of the page with a contemplative expression on her face.
Dean blinked a couple of times, clearing his throat once more, giving his shoulders a little shake.
She wasn't going to be shaken off, moving with the shake before settling more comfortably, resting her head against his and rubbing her cheek against his softly before settling once more.
Dean gulped, staring hard at the book in front of him.
There was a look on his face that seemed almost like panic.
Sam leaned back hard on his chair, wondering if he should have actually had the talk with Chloe and not his older brother. He actually felt kinda bad for Dean, the guy was not used to this sort of physical relationship, and Sam could see just how disturbed the older man was.
"I think..." Jess leaned closer to Sam as she whispered, eyes on them as well. "...that your older brother is slowly starting to grow up."
"Huh?" Sam turned towards her in confusion at that.
Jess just gave him a little smile, wink, and leaned further to press a kiss to his cheek.
Sam forgot what he'd been thinking, smiling at her tenderly, deeply in love with this woman.
"Exactly." Jess winked once more, reaching over and grab his hand, squeezing it.
Sam had no idea what she was saying, but didn't care, bringing her hand to his lips to kiss it.
"But it was my idea!" Chloe snapped, glaring at the hunter. "I want to be there when you summon him!" She turned to Bobby, since Sam was insisting Jessica not be present when they summon Chrysus now that they'd found a ritual for it.
Bobby, apparently, was not on her side. "The Greek gods were randy bastards who weren't above getting forceful with women who spurned their advances."
"Women had to be turned into animals and plants to be saved from them." Sam agreed, hands on his hips, looking quite resolute. "You two can't be anywhere near here when we summon him."
"What if he's gay?" Jessica surprised Chloe by being just as annoyed by this.
"We'll handle it." Dean declared darkly.
"Which is implying that we can't!" Chloe took great offence to that, glaring at him.
"Look." Dean glared at her. "We're trying to protect your ungrateful asses!"
"If you don't let me stay, I'm not giving you a lock of my "golden hair" for the ritual." Chloe rebelled, feeling like she had a bargaining tool since she was the only "golden haired one" whose color didn't come out of a bottle.
"Damn it Chloe! This isn't for me! This is for Bobby!" Dean snapped at her. "Don't be so damned childish!"
She drew back at that, her gaze going to the older hunter before lowering her gaze. "Fine. For Bobby." She grabbed the scissors and cut a lock of her hair off, handing both to Dean before grabbing her bag and turning to Jess. "Let's go."
Jess sent Sam a disappointed shake of her head before she followed after Chloe.
The last thing Chloe heard before slamming the door shut behind them was Bobby.
"I can't believe those girls put up with you two. There were much better ways to handle that situation."
Chloe couldn't have agreed more as she headed towards the rental car.