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
Dean leaned against the fireplace, gazing at the sigil and candles on the ground, the bowl with the ingredients burning in front of him.
Sam sat on one of the chairs, lips pursed and eyes narrowed as he leaned forwards.
Bobby paced around the sigil, hands behind his back, obviously impatient. "Where the devil is he?"
"Maybe we did something wrong." Sam reached the tome Chloe had found the ritual in, going over everything once more.
Dean's body didn't move, but his eyes did, searching all around the room for some sign that their summons had been answered.
There was none.
Either they'd somehow managed to mess the summons...or something was happening that they hadn't prepared for.
"How chauvinistic is this?" Chloe snapped as she dropped the cans into the shopping cart viciously. The store was near deserted, so she didn't keep her voice down in the least bit. "They get to have all the fun talking to a real live god, and we're stuck getting the groceries."
"It does feel like we got screwed over, doesn't it?" Jess mumbled unhappily as she stared at the list Chloe had written up the day before. "I mean, I know I'm not some big hunter like Sam and his family, and Bobby, but I still help, right?"
"Exactly!" Chloe agreed full-heartedly. "And I'm the one who found the damn summons."
"True." Jess backed her up with a pout. "I mean, I get that they're trying to protect us, but still."
Chloe sighed as well, shaking her head before turning to look up at the taller woman. "I'm not I being childish, am I?"
"Oh hon." Jess rested her arm around the shorter girl. "He didn't mean to insult you like that, I'm sure." She tightened her grip. "Dean and Sam are just being stupidly overprotective of us. We are their girls you know. And their mother died under really suspicious circumstances, we have to understand why they'd want to go out of their way to keep us safe, especially from supernatural means."
"I don't want him to always be protecting me." Chloe rested her head against Jess. "I want to be able to stand next to him and be a help, you know? I want to be his partner in crime...not the damsel in constant distress he needs to protect and get out of danger."
"I get that." Jess assured her. "But Sam says that it's in Dean's nature to be protective, he was the same way with Sam when he was a kid and it annoyed Sam to death!" The curly-haired woman tilted her head to the side in thought. "You just have to give it some time, okay? He's going to come around, but I think you should be prepared for him to always be somewhat protective because that's just how he is."
Chloe made a face at the thought and opened her mouth to say something when suddenly a man walked up in front of their cart. He was tall, good looking, with golden eyes, a golden tan and silky sun-kissed hair.
Jess froze when she saw him. "Wow."
"I've been summoned." Chrysus seemed quite amused by this. "It hasn't happened in a very long time, let me tell you." He tilted his head to the side as he contemplated them, folding his arms over his chest, dressed in a crisp business suit. "Mortals have long forgotten us, and I must say, you've made a couple of my elders jealous at the fact that I'm being remembered whilst they aren't."
"I mean no disrespect, but what exactly are you doing here?" Chloe pulled away from Jessica so as to eye the handsome god better. "The guys were summoning you at Bobby's."
"I was summoned with a lock from your head." He pointed out with a raised eyebrow. "Thus I appear to you."
"Oh." Chloe's eyes widened.
"They forgot to mention that in the book." Jess mumbled.
"So, I'm here, what is it that you wish?" He came closer, eyeing the shelves with interest before returning his gaze on the women. "I have to admit, the location is quite...different...but at least I am in the company of true beauty."
Jess blushed and smiled up at him.
Chloe was no better, because damn, this guy was hot. "So, I'm guessing Adonis must be painful to look at if you're this good looking."
Chrysus seemed surprised at the compliment before grinning brightly. "He'd like to believe so, I suppose."
Jess gazed down at the ground beneath the god's feet, which was bleeding gold into the otherwise ordinary tiles. "Oh wow."
Chrysus raised an eyebrow and chuckled at her open display awe, very much amused with them. He reached out and curled his fingers around Chloe's chin.
Chloe could feel that radiating gold seep slightly into her skin like into the tiles, and while at the beginning she felt a start of panic, seconds later her emotions dulled to contentment as she came closer and smiled up at him.
Chrysus smiled into her face while reaching out his other hand towards Jess, his fingertips emitting a golden glow.
Jess' eyes were slightly blank yet her smile eager as she placed her hand in his and let him draw her close the same time that his other released its hold on Chloe's chin and brought her to him as well.
Chrysus brought his lips to Chloe's kissing her deeply, that dulling golden warmth intoxicating her with each movement of his lips, leaving her without much ability, or desire to think.
He removed his lips from hers to turn and kiss an eager Jess.
Chloe whimpered, greedy for his touch and kiss, much like humans could be greedy and desire gold itself. Just like them, she was sure that life would be better, would be worth living, if she could have more.
Jess complained when he tore his lips from hers.
Chloe was ready, flinging her arms around neck and arching into his body as she kissed him deeply, that golden haze nearly blinding and desperate.
Suddenly, two lightning bolts descended from the shop's ceiling and exploded both behind and in front of them, marring the ground.
Chrysus pulled away from her and pouted, glaring at the ceiling. "For a guy who turned himself into animals and even rain in order to get some with the mortal women, you have no right to-."
Another pair of thunderbolts shot down, this time on his right and left side.
"Fine." Chrysus grumbled, sighing, much put upon by. "Apparently dad wants me to get to business." He frowned. "So, why have you summoned me?"
Jess pouted just as deeply as she rubbed her hand up his arm.
"A friend of mine was sent an idol which, upon touching it, gave him the ability to turn everything into gold." Chloe fought the golden fog as she fished in her pocket and pulled out her phone, searching for the picture she'd taken and showing it to the god, who merely raised an eyebrow at it. "We were wondering how we could, uh, stop that from happening."
"He wants the gift...removed?" Chrysus seemed surprised at this turn of events for some reason.
"Yes." Chloe nodded her head firmly, fighting the urge to kiss him again. "Very much so."
"Why is that surprising?" Jessica wanted to know in confusion, eyes flickering from blank to not and then settling as blank once more. "He can't even eat without someone else feeding him."
"Ah, you worked around that issue." He muttered to himself. "Midas wasn't smart enough to figure that one out himself." The god stared at them. "Usually the one who receives the idol wishes for a way to control the ability to alchemically transmute all his touches into gold. Never have I heard of someone who actually wants it removed entirely."
Chloe thought of all the pain and hassle Bobby had been through, and she really couldn't see him wanting to keep the ability even if he could control it. In fact, he seemed to quite hate it. "No. Bobby wants it gone. He didn't even know what would happen when he touched the idol-it fell from its packaging and he caught it without even thinking."
"He didn't wander the earth searching for it?" Chrysus seemed even more intrigued.
"Nope, it was sent anonymously." Jess shook her head.
The god raised a golden eyebrow. "Then it isn't a stretch to assume someone means your friend ill."
Chloe hadn't thought about that.
Apparently neither had Jess.
Then again, neither of them seemed able to think much at the moment.
"If he had wished for the ability to control it I would refuse my help, but considering he is the first who wishes it removed..." The god eyed them both, seeming to measure their reactions, before turning back to Chloe. "If he truly wishes to be freed of the terrible gift, then do as I say to the letter of the word...otherwise it will consume him as it did Midas, and he will die only to become a golden statue himself."
Chloe gulped with a nod. "I'm listening."
Jess reached for the pen in her bag and started writing down the god's words on the back of the shopping list.
"Are you sure you are okay?" Sam must have asked for the hundredth time since the girls had returned and briefly recounted their encounter with the god of gold. "He didn't try anything? He didn't-?"
"Please Sam." Jess rolled her eyes. "As if Chry would do anything malicious."
Sam blinked at that. "Chry?"
Jess didn't listen to him, biting down on her bottom lip as she smiled, turning her gaze onto Chloe. "He was so nice, don't you think?"
"A prime example of immortality." Chloe agreed with a little sigh, sharing a blush with the older woman as she smiled.
"Ain't that so!" Jess nodded, hugging herself. "Wow. Just. Wow."
"I know. I know." Chloe chuckled, throwing herself against the (thankfully not golden) sofa, closing her eyes as she took in a happy little breath. "And to think that we mightn't have met him if it was left up to the men."
Jess' smile disappeared as she frowned darkly at Sam. "I'd forgotten about that."
Sam blinked, clearing his throat, not sure how to go from here.
Things were starting to look ugly.
"He's not some member of a boy band; he's a very old, very obscure Greek god." Dean announced from where he leaned against the fireplace, arms crossed over his chest, face a scowl. "Don't go developing a crush on him."
"I can crush on whomever I like, thank you very much." She replied, not even opening her eyes.
"Wanna bet?" Dean asked far too calmly for it not to be a threat.
"You have no say in this." Chloe finally opened her eyes and turned to glare at him.
"Look, a boy at your high school I get, okay?" Dean glared right back at her. "But no way in hell am I letting you have some sort of school girl obsession with a god."
Chloe pushed herself to her feet, glaring at him. "Seriously." She took a step towards him, hands on her hips rebelliously. "Try stop me."
"Don't tempt me, darling." Dean glared down at her, pushing away from the fireplace.
"Enough. If you boys got your heads out of your asses once in a while you'd realize the girls are not themselves right now, they're godstruck." Bobby grumbled as he finally appeared, the golden idol in his hands.
"Godstruck?" Sam asked, grasping desperately at whatever could have Jess acting like this towards some other guy.
"How do you think they got people to worship them?" Bobby scoffed, shaking his head as if unable to believe that the boys didn't already know this. "The gods apparently have some sort of natural aura that makes humans who see them, talk to them-especially spend any certain amount of time with them-infatuated and in awe. I figure this guy would have double dose of it if he's the spirit of gold-think about how obsessed people become with gold. That would be how obsessed people would become with its essence, or in other words him. It'll go away by tomorrow in the latest if they don't foster the connection between the god by doing something like praying, supplications, or giving offerings. It's why constant worship was necessary to maintain their followers, especially in the beginning."
"Oh." Sam relaxed a little.
Dean didn't, if anything he tensed. "You're telling me they're roofied?"
"Chry wouldn't roofie us." Chloe rolled her eyes, going back to the sofa and sitting down next to Jess, who was grinning brightly. "He wouldn't have to. Not with his silky golden hair-."
"Golden-tanned skin..." Jess sighed deeply, seeming in ecstasy at the very memory.
Sam glared, clenching his fists.
Godstruck or not...he did not like seeing his girl like this because of some guy.
"Those eyes..." Chloe began to fan herself.
"The suit." Jess' voice went breathy. "Men these days underestimate the power of a good suit."
"His body..." Chloe tilted her head back, elongating her neck as she ran her hand down the curve, breathing out loudly.
Dean ran his hand down his face. "Goddamn it Bobby! Toss the damn thing already!"
"Don't take that tone with me." Bobby warned, turning towards the fire roaring in the fireplace, holding the idol in his hand. "The gift given is returned, any gains accumulated happily renounced, and all that was before let it be again." He then started the ancient Greek chant that Chrysus had written down, before finally throwing the idol into the fire.
The fire exploded, burning with great intensity, melting the idol and rendering it to nothing as it evaporated quite dramatically.
Suddenly everything around them that had been gold returned to its original form, the place seeming much gloomier now that it wasn't all sparkly, but seemed much more like the hunter than its previous form.
Bobby took in a deep breath before placing his hand on the wall...waiting...waiting...nothing happened. "It's about time!"
Sam grinned brightly. "It's good to have you back, Bobby!"
"It's good to be back." Bobby chuckled, hands on his hips as he surveyed his home. "The gold just seemed so gauche."
Dean chuckled, going to pat the man on his back.
Sam slid his gaze over to the girls and his smile slipped a bit as he noticed that they didn't seem to care so much, the two talking, Chloe's head resting on Jess' lap. The girls had their fingers intertwined as they giggled mischievously to each other.
Dean's eyebrows went up high as he watched this.
Bobby cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. "I gotta go to the bathroom-I've been holding this in for far too long." And with that he quickly made his escape.
The girls didn't even notice his departure, giggling amongst themselves.
"We should." Jess whispered in agreement to whatever Chloe was saying. "He'd like that, wouldn't he? Make him happy?"
"Course it'd make him happy." Chloe agreed. "We'll pray all night to him and tomorrow morning we'll spread the good word, bring him to the status he should have had."
Dean ran his hand over his face. "You've got to be kidding."
Sam growled, annoyed as he stormed to where his girlfriend was and carefully extricated her from beneath Chloe, throwing her over his shoulder. "Like hell you're going to pray to Mr. Nice Hair all night. You're going to be far too busy worshipping me."
And with that he stalked up the stairs, determined.
Dean felt too tired to have to deal with this. He also was way too annoyed as well. Not only had the girls been in the presence of the Greek god, but apparently he'd put some sort of lust whammy on them, and Sam's room was close enough to Chloe's that Dean could hear fragments of how his little brother was keeping his hella fine girlfriend from worshipping any gods...because the "Oh my god! Oh my GOD!" he could hear sounded like they were aimed towards Sam.
This did not help Dean's predicament in the least bit.
Chloe was not making this any easier either.
She'd also been in the bathroom way too long.
Going to the door, he groaned as he banged on it, annoyed. "You better not be praying in there."
"I'm preparing to pray." She responded far too happily. "I'm slipping into something more appropriate."
Dean rolled his eyes. "You're not going to be doing any praying."
"I'll lock you out."
"I'll kick the door in."
"This isn't your house."
"Like I give a crap."
The door finally opened, angrily, and Chloe stood in front of him, eyes flashing. "Dean Winchester, either you convert and pray with me, or I will-."
Dean didn't hear the rest, even though she was going on and on.
He heard nothing.
It was probably because of the buzzing in his ears as his eyes widened and his throat went completely dry.
"The hell are you wearing?"
Her anger disappeared and she smiled as she stared down at herself. "You like it? Jess got it for me."
"How the hell can you think that that is something you should be praying in?" Dean almost didn't recognize his voice.
"Because it looks great when I'm on my knees. See?" The girl turned around to show him her backside as she went down on her knees and bent forwards. "When I'm like this he won't see my scars."
Oh dear god!
Dean turned around immediately, bringing his hand to his burning face although the sight was already seared in his mind forever. "Take that off damn it!"
"You think he'd like me better nude?" Chloe asked curiously.
"Don't you-!" Dean's voice cracked and he growled, pressing his hand harder against his eyes. "Cover yourself woman!"
"Take it off or cover up?" She asked curiously. "Decide already."
He growled and turned towards her before suddenly remembering how she was dressed and quickly returning to face away from her once more, his hand firmly against his eyes despite them being closed. "What happened to your shirt? The one you like to sleep in? Put that on. Now."
"You're so bossy." She complained, but he could hear her feet padding around. "Don't do this. Do this. I'm not your servant you know, that you can order about and I just have to lie there, close my eyes and take it."
Dean clenched his fist tightly, his fingernails digging into the meat of his palm. "Are you decent yet?"
"Yes." She grumbled.
For a second the hunter didn't trust her, but finally he butched up enough to turn towards her and slowly peel his fingers from his face, proving that she'd kept to her word and was wearing that huge shirt she slept in most of the time.
Her hair was messy and the tips brushing the top of her shoulders, her eyes flashing at him in annoyance, her face reddened with her anger.
Dean felt like he should still give her his back for some reason but he fought the damned urge because he'd seen her in this shirt before and there was nothing to it.
It was just a damned shirt.
Not like what she'd been wearing before.
Running his hand over his face, Dean cleared his throat before taking another step towards her. "Why don't we play a game?"
The blonde raised an eyebrow. "What do I look like to you? Five?"
Oh, he wished.
It would make this all so much easier.
He needed to start seeing her as a kid again dammit! And not-not keep having flashes of that damned lingerie! He was going to have to take Sammy aside and tell him to get a hold of his damned girlfriend!
"Look, I'm going to pray." She told him with a raised eyebrow. "You can either join me, or get out." With that she went to her bed and flopped onto it, kneeling so that her head touched the mattress. "Oh Chry-."
"The hell with this." Dean snapped, his long legs taking him to the bed quickly as he threw himself onto it, grabbing her by her waist and yanking her to the side, disrupting her prayer before it could truly start.
"Let go of me!" She growled, fighting him. "You heathen!"
"Yep, that's me, the heathen." He declared, moving them so that she was laying with her back against his chest, her legs kicking in the air as she struggled. "Just calm down, okay? Breathe in and out. You're roofied. By tomorrow you'll thanking me for this."
"Oh I doubt it." She growled, wriggling her body against his in her desperation to escape. "Dean Winchester! Let me go this instance! You have no right-! Under the constitution I have a right to practice whatever religion I-!"
Dean maneuvered one of his arms from where they'd been looped tightly around her stomach to press against her mouth, silencing her tirade.
She bit him, hard.
He hissed yet tightened his grip on her, keeping her steady.
When the blonde concentrated her efforts on slapping at his hand, Dean wrapped his legs around hers to keep them from kicking around again and maybe getting him in the nuts.
All in all, he had her well trapped.
That was good and everything, until he realized just how close she was, and how every movement she made was impossible to escape.
And a part of his anatomy was reacting to the constant wriggling.
"Stop moving." Dean growled, tightening his grip on her waist despite how that pressed her closer against him. "Just go to sleep and stop moving."
She struggled harder.
"Chloe...!" He snarled.
She wriggled, her ass rubbing against him agonizingly.
A groan escaped his lips.
The girl went still.
Dean closed his eyes tightly in mortification, knowing she could feel him by now, hardened against her. "Will you please stop moving?"
She nodded in his grip.
"Will you stop trying to pray?" Dean pleaded for her sanity to have returned.
She shook her head no.
Near tears, the hunter kept his eyes closed tightly. "Goddamn it."