Title: Chloe's Supernatural
Pairing: Chloe/Dean, Chloe/Sam, Dean/Chloe/Sam
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Supernatural
Warning: Spoilers Supernatural Season 1, AU Smallville
Summary: When Chloe helps Pete and his children move into their new home in Lawrence, Kansas, she never expected it to be haunted, or to meet the Winchester brothers...OR the adventure that they'd embark on together afterwards.
By the next day, Chloe was enjoying the novelty of waking up between the Winchesters. The fact that they were closet cuddlers just made it all the better, and the female in her rejoiced at the odd and uniquely sensual positions she awoke to with the brothers.
The horrible thing about this morning was that Chloe had been unable to enjoy it. Cassie’d called Dean, again, to let him know that there’d been another unexplained accident that very morning---but this accident broke the previous pattern. Mayor Todd had been killed, and Mayor Todd was white. And he hadn’t been killed on the road either.
So the three of them had gotten up, gotten dressed, and hurried out of the motel to the crime scene. Interestingly enough it was the old Dorian’s place, the old owners of the newspaper. Apparently Mayor Todd had just bought their place and was in the process of tearing down the house so he could rebuild on the land.
After a little investigating, pretending to be the same agents as the day before, they discovered that Mayor Todd had died just as oddly as the others had. Every bone had been crushed, his internal organ turned to pudding. The cops had all been stomped because it’d been as if something had run him over (something like a truck), but there were no tracks on the muddy ground around the crime scene.
With no other information to be gleaned, the trio returned to the motel and Sam went out to get everyone lunch from the diner a block away. Chloe kicked off her boots, sat down in bed, grabbed her computer and began searching all she could. There was a missing link between the victims that they were missing…she was sureof it.
“What are you doing, Gorgeous?” Dean asked, taking off his shoes and sitting in bed next to her, looking at the screen of her laptop.
“Well, I’m on the Lothorio’s Online site, trying to find some connection or similarities with these killings and the ones that happened all those years ago.” Chloe announced, eyes on the screen as she continued to type and search the town’s newspaper. “But the newspaper doesn’t say much about it.”
“Not surprising if you really think about it—there was probably minimal police work too.” Dean leaned closer towards her to get a better view of the screen to read the article she’d pulled up. “From what I got from interviewing Jimmy’s friend, ‘equal justice under the law’ wasn’t exactly too literal around here. People were still extremely prejudiced against blacks.”
“I never understood racism. It’s only the way of one race trying to feel more powerful over another.” Chloe shook her head with a sneer before suddenly pausing. “Wait a minute.”
“What?” Dean tore his gaze from the screen to look at her in interest. “What is it?”
“Powerful.” Her eyes widened. “I think I may have found the missing link.”
“Which, for our televised audience, would be?” Dean smartmouthed.
“What do these people all having in common, at least the three most recent ones?”
She mock-glared at him before shaking her head. “No, they all had something to do with the Dorians.”
“The who?” Dean asked, a little lost.
Chloe sighed and rolled her eyes at him. “You should know this, you lived here before. The Dorians were the most powerful family here back in those days. They owned the newspaper that Jimmy worked at, and there would be a tie to Cassie’s dad through Cassie. And then there’s Mayor Todd, who was in the middle of tearing down the Dorian’s house.”
Dean sat up straighter, thoughts a mile per minute as Chloe typed.
A window appeared with the picture of a young white man, the words on the picture read Cyrus Dorian Still Missing. “Bingo.” The blonde grinned brightly. “He vanished in 63. The case was investigated but never solved.”
“That coincides with the string of murders that went on back then.” Dean announced, catching on. “And Cassie said that they were extremely racist, the whole Dorian family.”
“According to these files the house isn’t the only thing the Mayor’s been bulldozing. Apparently there were barns and other such things on the property that he got rid of. It made front page because the Dorian place was considered a Landmark.”
“Wait, when did he start with the bulldozing?” Dean asked.
Fingers flying over the keyboard, Chloe read the answer. “The third of last month.”
“And when did the first killing happen?”
Typing rapidly, Chloe waited for the window to pop up and then shook her head with a scoff. “The very next day.”
“We got our link again!” Dean grinned as he turned to Chloe. “You’re amazing, you know that?” And out of what seemed like pure instinct he cupped her face with his hands and kissed her.
Chloe froze in shock as she felt his lips touch hers so suddenly and unexpectedly. Her eyes were wide and on Dean, unable to believe that they were in this situation, waiting for him to realize what he was doing and pull away with some wisecrack comment.
And yet Dean wasn’t moving away. He was just as still as she was, eyes wide and on her face as well, hands warm and remaining cupping her face. He seemed shocked and tentative, both expressions she’d never would have thought she’d ever see on his face, and then his lips were moving over hers slowly, his eyes closing shut.
Chloe whimpered in surprise as she felt those lips shift, felt him leaning towards her, felt the heat curling between them and leaving her breathless as Dean kissed her. And while the situation in itself was shocking, the kiss was the most shocking of them all. It wasn’t hungry and desperate, it was slow, passionate, like teasing foreplay designed to make a woman wither in agony and bliss.
The blonde might had pulled away and slapped Dean over the head, accusing him of planned seduction or of trying to take advantage of her, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was trembling. It shocked and humbled her that such a ladies man, such a man, would tremble as he kissed lil’ old Chloe Sullivan.
Slowly, surely, Chloe found herself reciprocating the kiss, opening her mouth to him, to his tongue, sucking on his bottom lip and pulling him closer, moaning Dean’s name as his hands left her face to embrace her and pull her flush against him on the bed---the laptop falling off of her lap and onto the sheets unnoticed.
Dean’s cellular began ringing desperately.
Ignore it, Chloe pleaded silently as she kissed him hungrier, whimpering in pleasure as he dug his hands into the skin of her back as if claiming her, marking her as his.
For a moment Dean seemed about to ignore the call, until he pulled away with a groan and reached for the phone, frowning when he saw the caller I.D. “It’s Cassie.”
Chloe sat silent, face flush and lips sore, wondering what he would choose. Would he throw the phone over his shoulder and kiss her some more or would he prefer to talk to his gorgeous ex?
Sighing, Dean got up from the bed and flipped his cellular open, bringing it to his ear. “Hey Cassie, this isn’t---.” He stopped, face going serious. “Cassie? What’s wrong? What is it?” He looked panicked. “Hang on, I’ll be there in a second.” Flipping the cellular closed, Dean quickly picked up his shoes and put them on, heading towards the door. “When Sam gets here you two get to Cassie’s house immediately!”
Long after he’d banged the door shut behind him Chloe sat still on the bed, watching the door, heart hurting.
That’s what I get for think---if only for one second---that I could mean ‘something else’ for a guy.
Closing her eyes, she bit back the sobs rising in her throat.
Sam was distracted.
On one hand he was very concerned for Cassie and her mother as he, Dean and Chloe sat with them in their living room. Both Robinson women were pretty shook up and rightfully so. The truck had appeared outside of the house not even half an hour ago and had terrified the women inside by pretending to want to crash into the house after them several times before finally leaving.
And on the other hand he was concerned about Chloe. By the time he’d gotten to the motel Dean had already been gone for a while, and Chloe looked a mess. It was obvious that she’d been crying, and although she wouldn’t talk to him about it Sam just wanted to push her up against a wall and force it out of her.
Something had hurt her badly, and every instinct in his body wanted to destroy whatever it was.
“So you didn’t see who was driving the truck?” Dean asked from where he sat on the loveseat next to Cassie, looking worried as could be as she drank a cup of tea, hands shaking visibly from nerves.
“It seemed to be no one.” Cassie whispered, eyes haunted. “Everything was moving so fast. And then, and then it was just gone.” She turned to Dean. “Why didn’t it kill us?”
“Whoever’s controlling the truck wants to scare you first.” Dean answered pointblank, not beating around the bushes or sugarcoating it for his terrified ex.
Sam, who sat on the couch next to Chloe, wondered about her unusual silence before turning to Cassie’s mom. “Mrs. Robinson? Cassie said that your husband saw the truck before he died.” Suddenly all eyes were on the elderly woman.
“Mom?” Cassie asked, seeing the terrified look in the redhead’s eyes.
“Martin was u-under a lot of stress.” Mrs. Robinson stuttered, looking down at the cup of tea in her hands. “We can’t be sure of what he was seeing.”
“Well, after tonight I’m sure we can be reasonably sure that he was seeing a truck.” Dean announced, once more quite bluntly. “What happened tonight? You and Cassie are marked, okay? Your daughter could die, so if you know something this would be a helluva good time to tell us about it.”
Sam raised an eyebrow at his brother. Dean was being a little more forceful than he usually was in these sorts of situations.
“Dean--.” Cassie glared at him for talking to her mother that way.
“Yes.” Mrs. Robinson hurriedly spoke, causing everyone to look at her once more. “He said he saw a truck.”
Sam frowned. “Did he know who it belonged to?”
“He thought he did.” Mrs. Robinson whispered.
“Who was that?” Dean asked.
“Cyrus Dorian.” Chloe whispered, looking down at her shoes and ignoring the heads that turned to her in surprise.
“How---.” Mrs. Robinson’s eyes widened, filling with tears. “How did you know?”
“Mom?” Cassie squeaked, sounding so confused, so lost.
“After Dean came over here I, I got a hunch and did some research.” Chloe answered the older woman’s question, still looking at her shoes. “It took me a while of digging, but I figured it out.”
“Figured what out?” Cassie now sounded annoyed and snappish. “What is going on?”
Chloe turned and looked at the redhead. “You should tell her.”
Closing her eyes tightly, Mrs. Robinson trembled slightly, a stray tear running down her pasty cheek before she took in a deep breath and nodded, finally speaking, her voice whispery. “Cyrus Dorian died more than 40 years ago.”
Dean froze, face going harder. “How do you know he died? The paper said that he went missing.” When all he got was silence, Dean leaned forwards. “How do you know he died?”
Mrs. Robinson closed her eyes tighter. “We were all very young…I---I dated Cyrus a while but I was also seeing Martin in secret because interracial couples didn’t go over too well then.” She finally opened her eyes, and they were so pained it hurt Sam to look at them. “When I broke it off with Cyrus, and when he found out about Martin, I don’t know…he changed. His hatred—his hatred was frightening.”
“The string of murders.” Sam spoke as suddenly everything began to fall into place.
“There were rumors,” Mrs. Robinson whispered. “People of color disappearing into some kind of a truck.” Pain was her every feature. “Nothing was ever done.” Tears began to fall as she took in a deep, calming breath. “Martin and I–we were gonna be married in that little church near here, but, uh, last minute we decided to elope because we didn’t want the attention.”
“And Cyrus?” Dean asked, face and voice still hard.
A moment passed in silence before the elderly woman answered, voice trembling from suppressed sobs. “The day we set for the wedding was the day someone set fire to the church.”
Cassie gasped, face filled with pain as she listened to her mother’s story.
“There was a children’s choir practicing in there.” Mrs. Robinson cried. “They all died!”
Sam hated having to push her for more information, but they needed it. “Did the attacks stop after that?”
“No!” The redhead shook her head. “There was one more.” She closed her eyes again, openly sobbing. “One night that truck came for Martin. Cyrus beat him something terrible! But Martin got loose and he started hitting Cyrus, and he just kept hitting and hitting and…”
Nothing else had to be said, the pain and anguish on the older woman’s face was enough to finish the tale for her.
Dean’s face softened with regret and sympathy. “Why didn’t you call the cops?”
“This was 40 years ago.” Mrs. Robinson shook her head at Dean for even asking. “Martin called on his friends, Jerome and Jimmy, and they put Cyrus’ body into the truck and they rolled it into the swamp at the edge of his land. The three of them kept that secret all these years.”
“And now all three are gone.” Sam declared.
“And so is Mayor Todd.” Dean spoke. “Now he said that you of all people would know that he was not a racist. Why would he say that?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Chloe asked, once more drawing the attention to herself as she finally looked up from her shoes. “He knew.”
Cassie’s eyes went open. “Is that true, mother?”
Mrs. Robinson nodded. “He was a good man. He was a young deputy back then investigating Cyrus’ disappearance. Once he figured out what Martin and the others had done he,” she sighed. “He did nothing, because he also knew what Cyrus had done.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Cassie sobbed, looking betrayed.
“I thought I was protecting him.” Her mother responded softly. “And now there is no one left to protect.”
“Yes, there is.” Dean spoke, voice serious once more, looking at Cassie significantly.
Sudden realization hit Mrs. Robinson and she started to cry.
Sam looked away from the scene and turned towards Chloe, surprised to see her face emotionless, green orbs focused on her shoes again.
The brunette sighed.
As soon as they got rid of this ghost he was going to get her to talk.
I’d been a grueling, long, and surprising turnabout which had almost ended up deadly. They’d found where the truck had been dumped and pulled out of the swamp for what they’d thought would be a routine salt and burning. Since the corpse had been still inside of the truck, they hadn’t thought anything would go out of the ordinary about this ghosting.
They’d pulled Cyrus’ body out of the truck, covered it with gasoline and salt, stepped back and watched it as it burned when suddenly the truck had appeared out of nowhere, flashing its lights at them. Apparently Cyrus’ soul wasn’t exactly attached to his body anymore, but had fused with the truck---and burning his body had only managed to piss the spirit off even more.
Dean had jumped into the Impala and rushed away, drawing the spirit-truck after him and leaving Sam and Chloe to try and figure out how to burn the wet, rusting truck they still had on their hands. The two, terrified for Dean, knew it was impossible and quickly began to try and come up with any other sort of alternative to getting rid of the part of Cyrus’ soul fused with the sprit truck.
They’d been desperate, trying to think of a way when suddenly it came to Chloe. With the help of the map Sam always had in his bag, a phone call to a worried Cassie, and some exact coordinates, the plan was hatched and put into motion---no time to second guess anything.
With Sam giving Dean directions via cellular they listened to Dean grunting as the truck continued to ram him from behind at maximum velocity, praying that this would work.
When Dean reached the destination they’d sent him to and applied the brakes, they listened as he spoke softly to himself, goading the truck towards him, and Chloe found herself slipping her hand into Sam’s instinctively for comfort as they heard the sound of something zooming rapidly towards Dean.
Sam pulled Chloe towards him and they closed their eyes as the sound seemed right in front of Dean…and then there was a loud swoosh and then nothing.
“Dean?” Sam spoke, cellular on speakerphone. “You still there? Dean?”
For a second there was silence and then… “Where’d it go?”
Sam and Chloe exchanged a look of pure relief before Sam spoke again. “Dean, you’re where the church was.”
“What church?” Dean asked.
“The place Cyrus burned down.” Chloe reminded him, finally talking. “Where he murdered all those kids?”
“There’s not a whole lot of it left.” Dean announced, sounding as if he was looking around him.
“Doesn’t matter if the building itself is there Dean, you should know that.” Chloe snorted. “The church ground is hallowed ground whether the church is there or not. Sometimes when evil spirits cross over hallowed ground they’re destroyed---it was the best idea I could come up with at such short notice.”
Feeling herself being watched, Chloe looked up at Sam and blushed when she saw the pride in his face as he smiled down at her.
“Sometimes?” Dean’s voice came from the cellular. “SOMETIMES? What if this hadn’t been one of those times?!?”
Chloe grinned, and she knew she was getting a little too much enjoyment out of the slight hysteria in his voice. “Just be glad that it was one of those times, Winchester. Now come pick us up, it’s freezing out here and I’m tired.”
“This woman will be the death of me.” Dean could be heard grumbling as he ended the phone call.
Laughing, Chloe didn’t even know what she was doing until she was hugging Sam, burying her face in his jacket and smiling, relaxing. Life was way too short to kick oneself because of mistakes, and she wasn’t about to let her hormones ruin the great relationship she had with these brothers.
“You okay, Chloe?” Sam asked, voice a little odd as his arms went around her. “You looked sad a little while ago and I was worried.”
“I know, but I’m fine now.” She burrowed closer to him, sighing happily. “You’re nice and toasty, I’m not letting go.”
He chuckled softly. “I’m not exactly complaining here.”
“Good.” And with that she closed her eyes and enjoyed his heat, listening to the crickets and waiting for Dean to return.
The next day Chloe, Sam and Dean left their motel and headed downstairs to leave, not very surprised to find Cassie leaning against the Impala, smiling at them.
“I thought you’d be leaving quickly.” She smiled, pushing away. “And I wanted to come and say goodbye since I know Dean would probably just want to go without saying anything.”
Chloe tensed for a second before she willed herself to calm down and smile at the dark beauty. She couldn’t act like a jealous girlfriend with Dean. Sure, they’d shared a kiss, but it obviously hadn’t meant anything to him, and she was doing her best to ignore it and forget it as well.
She could be an adult about this whole situation.
“How’s your mom?” Sam asked, throwing their bags in the trunk.
“Fine,” Cassie smiled brighter. “Now that this is all over its like a burden is gone for her shoulders---she asked me to thank you guys so much for her.”
“It was nothing.” Dean announced firmly. “You’re a friend and we help our friends.”
Cassie’s smile dimmed slightly but she nodded. “Bye Dean, Sam, Chloe, and thanks again.”
Chloe nodded and turned with Sam to get into the backseat.
“Chloe?” Cassie called, surprising the blonde. “Can I—can I talk to you for a second?”
Turning around, blinking, Chloe nodded, following the other woman a little distance from the Impala, feeling the boys’ curious stares on her back. “Um, yeah?”
Cassie shoved her hands into her pockets and took in a deep breath before looking at Chloe’s face. “Take care of him for me. Please.”
The blonde was so surprised she only managed to nod.
“He---Dean doesn’t let hardly anyone close to him, he—he has this barrier.” Cassie announced, motioning to her heart. “He thinks it makes him stronger, but it doesn’t.”
Chloe frowned, wondering where the other woman was going with this.
“But he’s let you in, Chloe. I don’t know much about you, but that says a lot.” Cassie’s expression was sad, was forced. “Don’t hurt him.”
“Huh?” Chloe asked, confused with the sharp sound in the beautiful dark woman’s voice. “Why would I hurt Dean? You’re not making any sense.” She frowned darker, green eyes meeting dark ones. “I would never hurt Dean, I love him and Sam more than I have ever loved anyone, and I would kill for them, for their happiness. I know that you’re only telling me these things because you love Dean and probably always will, but I don’t appreciate your verbal attacks or insinuations because they are all misguided.”
Cassie paused and looked at her. “Sorry.”
And once again Chloe was shocked silent.
Cassie bowed her head and took in a deep breath. “I—this is a real emotional time for me and I think I’m saying everything wrong and coming off as a mean bitch.” Taking in another breath she raised her gaze and looked at Chloe again. “I know you’ll take good care of Dean—and even Sam—and I want to thank you even though I’m jealous and a little resentful that it isn’t going to be me.” She smiled, even though it looked pained. “So believe me when I tell you thank you.”
“Uh, you’re, uh, welcome.” Chloe scratched the back of her head. This was all too confusing. “We—we should go now.”
“Yes,” Cassie nodded. “Go.”
Giving the dark beauty one last confused look, Chloe shook her head and returned to the Impala, where Sam and Dean were waiting for her, looking concerned.
“What was that all about?” Dean wanted to know as she slid into the car and they drove away.
“I have no idea.” Chloe admitted, shaking her head.
“So let me get this straight,” Lois Lane shook her head and flopped down on the bed with a shocked expression on her face. “You three shared a bed…TWICE?”
There was a snort on the other end of the phone-line from her spunky, blonde cousin. “Out of this whole complicated story about our adventures in Cape Girardeau, Missouri…the only thing that stuck with you was the fact that we shared a bed?”
“Can you blame me?” The brunette snorted, picking up a nacho from the bag on the bed and taking a bite out of it. She was still in Smallville, trying to not die of boredom with the hillbillies by doing her best to convince her uncle that this ‘Clark Kent’ was a jealous nobody and that Sam and Dean weren’t only hot as she didn’t know what, but that they cared for Chloe and would keep her safe.
She didn’t know if she was making progress on that front or if she was only making things worse.
“So I tell you the sordid history of the one woman Dean has ever thought of settling down with and a haunted monster truck and you…”
“Still think the sleeping arrangements is the climax of the whole story?” Lois grinned at her naughty choice of words. “Abso-fricken-lutely.”
Chloe could be heard sighing. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Don’t get me wrong, Cuz, I’m envious, and not only about the whole ménage a trois thing.” The fact that Chloe didn’t try to correct her again only proved how annoyed and tired she really was. “The whole story sounds unbelievable. It’s---it’s awe-inspiring.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you sound genuinely envious.”
“I am.” Lois admitted, feeling a little sheepish. “What you guys do, it’s---it’s amazing. It’s heroic, and you get a helluva rush when the badguy’s dead.”
“Oh, now I get it. You’re a rush-junkie.”
Lois laughed at the taunting sound in her cousin’s voice. “Ya right. You know what I’m saying.”
“Changing the subject completely.” Chloe announced. “How’s dad?”
“He’s fine, complaining a little about why you didn’t stay and why you are with the guys, but I’ve been working on him.” She rolled her eyes and grabbed another chip. “I met this ‘Clark’ by the way, the one who filled his head with all of this nonsense in the first place. The guy’s good-looking, yeah, but not got much more going for him.”
Chloe giggled. “You sure you didn’t like him?”
Lois made a face. “Nope. Not at all.” And that was the truth. Maybe Clark Kent was gorgeous in that ‘yes ma’am, I’m a big heap of farm-boy innocence and charm’, but he wasn’t the kind of guy she went for or liked. Honestly, Lois had dated more kinds of men than she wished to admit, but after all that had happened she’d decided to abstain from relationships for now until she found her own Sam or Dean Winchester.
“Too bad, Clark’s a great guy.” Chloe sounded like she was really going for this. “I mean he’s tall, handsome, got those rippling muscles, gorgeous—touchable hair and blue eyes that just beg you to---Dean!”
Lois raised an eyebrow as she heard odd sounds coming from the other line of the phone. There seemed to be something of a struggle, with Chloe and Sam telling Dean to give her back her phone and Dean saying that Lois was obviously not being a good example for her.
“Damn straight I’m not.” The brunette grinned, not at all insulted since she knew she wasn’t a good example to her cousin and she prided herself on it.
Finally, Chloe somehow got the phone back and sounded a little out of breath as she spoke. “Sorry about that, Dean was being a jerk.” The last word seemed to have been thrown at the older Winchester brother.
“Don’t worry, I think the jealous insecurity is super sexy.” Lois looked up at the ceiling. “So what are you guys doing now? Where are you?”
“Saginaw, Michigan.” Chloe sighed.
A frown touched the brunette’s face at the sound in her cousin’s voice. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, it’s just.” There was the sound of shuffling and a door closing, also the slight sound of echoing betrayed the fact that Chloe had moved to the bathroom and shut herself in. “Sam had a vision the night we left Cape Girardeau.”
“A…vision?” Lois’s eyes widened, her voice lowering in awe. “He gets those?”
“Only like two times before.” Chloe admitted. “The first was the death of his girlfriend, and the second was what was going to happen to me in Pete’s place if they hadn’t arrived.”
“Wow. What was the vision about?”
“Well…” Chloe sounded a little hesitant. “The Reader’s Digest version is that Sam saw a man pull up into his garage with the garage’s door closing behind him by itself and the car doors all locking him in. The car starts pumping out exhaust fumes and the man can’t turn it off. He dies of monoxide poisoning.”
“He saw all that?” Lois whispered, hand to her mouth. “That’s gruesome.”
“I know.” Chloe sounded a little odd. “Well, long story short, Sam wakes up and insists we head to Michigan. On our way there I did some hacking, and going from the license plate he saw in the dream I was able to determine that the guy Sam dreamt of is real. His name was Jim Miller, and I got his address.”
“Huh?” Chloe asked.
“You, you said his name was Jim Miller.” Lois whispered.
“We got here too late. He’s dead.” Chloe sighed. “It looks like an apparent suicide, but Sam’s convinced something like a spirit murdered Jim. We found out that the family’s really Catholic so tomorrow Dean and Sam are going to go to their house undercover as young priests to see if they can get any information.”
Naughty thoughts concerning the ‘confessing of sins’ and other such things crossed Lois’ minds when she imagined the boys wearing priests clothes, but she tried valiantly to keep those thoughts in control. “So you guys sharing a bedroom again?”
There was an aggravated sigh and the phone-line suddenly went dead.
Lois grinned brightly as she dropped her cellular to the bed. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”