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A Thing of Radiance 12A/? 
16th-Mar-2014 03:33 pm
A Thing of Radiance
Title: A Thing of Radiance
Characters: Chloe, Bobby, Sam, Dean
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Dont own
Summary: When Chloe found out about the ugly truth of her past, she went to find her father, Bobby Singer. Now hunting and living with him, Chloe must keep her meteor abilities hidden from other hunters or they might try to hunt her. According to Bobby she should especially keep it secret from a hunter named John Winchester, who only saw black or white...good and evil...and then Sam and Dean arrive.
Written for my LiveJournal Paranormal25 150 Prompt Table. Prompt of the day # 11: Radiant Boy

"I don't know what Chloe's done to them, but she's definitely done something, that much is obvious." Bobby eyed the goings-on outside and relayed everything to Pamela, his eyes narrowed as Dean and Sam worked like pack-mules to get the stable and fenced off section ready for the unicorns… without complaint. He could get Sam doing all of this without saying something, but Dean? Nah. "Something's up."

"Being so suspicious all the time is not good for you," Pamela tutted in his ear. "It'll give you heartburn."

"I already have heartburn." His voice was a grumble. "All thanks to Lois' cooking-or what she calls cooking, at least. I don't know what part of the aftermath is worse, the heartburn or the runs." He gave a dark snort. "We could use it as a torture device. We'd win the war against the denizens of hell in two seconds, flat."

"I heard that!"

He looked up, eyes wide in horror as he gazed around him. Just where the devil was that harpy?

Pamela cackled in laughter in his ear. "Busted, mister!"

Lois Lane, Chloe's scary adopted cousin, entered the room, eyes narrowed on him, hand clutched tightly onto a tray upon which were glasses on water and plate of cookies. "Just for that, you're going to have to take three of these and pay the consequences later, whenever they arrive, whichever they be-heartburn or runs-or both."

Bobby gulped, terror welling up in his stomach as he gazed at the cookies. He hadn't smelt Lois cooking them, but then again, if Lois had been the one cooking no wonder he hadn't smelt them! It'd probably smelt like ashes and oil or something. But he was more terrified of the smile that'd turned up on her lips than of whatever might befall his poor stomach later on, so Bobby merely picked up three cookies dutifully and took a bite out of one, his eyes widening when he realized that it tasted good. But that would be an even graver insult to say, and probably get him into more trouble, so he merely continued to eat until his three were gone.

"Good boy." Lois fixed him with the smile of a shark before she walked away and took the tray of cookies and water outside to the unsuspecting, unfortunate souls there.

Pamela, who'd been silent on the other end of the line, burst out into unholy cackling. "I love that girl!"

Bobby, terrified for his life considering that he'd eaten three of those things, hung up on the woman.

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Sam and Dean froze in horror the second they saw Lois approaching with food.

Oh dear god, why were people still letting that woman near the kitchen?

Chloe had yet to see her cousin's approach, she had her back to her and was conversing with Dax (the firelizard in its favorite spot curled around her throat), the girl putting down markers on the outside of every couple of posts that Sam and Dean had put down so far for the unicorns' fenced inclosure, indicating where she would later be planting shade and fruit bearing trees. Normally she wouldn't be able to splurge the way she was, but unicorns had specific needs and The Powers That Be (as she was calling it-and it was only because she'd forced them to continue watching Buffy-and now Angel as well-that they got the reference) were financing everything. Apparently she was providing some sort of rare, extremely important service and anything she needed to make her life, and her charges' lives easier, she was being sent. Kinda like how they'd sent Lois. Though considering her cooking it could've been an attempt at murder.

And talking about her cooking…

Lois reached Chloe and held out her tray.

Sam and Dean both tensed in horror when Chloe smiled and grabbed a cookie without hesitation, biting into it and chewing, swallowing happily before taking two more and a glass of water.

The sun and heat must be getting to her. There was no other way to explain wanting more of Lois' cooking.

Not exactly sure what three of Lois' cookies might do to Chloe, the guys moved forwards to somehow put a stop to this as carefully and nicely as possible, and caught the tailwind of the conversation between the cousins.

"-think I made these." Lois was the picture of evil delight as she grabbed a cookie and bit into it. "And it serves him right too! He said he could use my cooking as a torture device!"

Chloe snorted into her cup of water. "I'm so sorry Lois!"

The brunette thought about it. "Well, he's kinda right, but that's why I let him stew in it and be there thinking he's going to be sick." She turned to Dean and Sam and held out the tray to them. "No one tell Bobby that these are store-bought cookies! You hear me? He has a lesson that needs to be learnt about a girl's delicate ego."

At the "store-bought" the brothers nodded and surged forth, no longer wary but hungry as they grabbed some as well as a cup of water, thanking her.

"You're welcome." Lois beam at them before she turned to look at the job so far. "It's looking great. You guys are ahead of schedule by what? A couple of days?"

A couple of the Golden Morning fairies were checking out the posts, jumping from one to the other, apparently making a chasing game out of it.

Something moved in the grass towards Chloe and Dean noticed it before the others, his hunter instincts reacting as he raised the shovel he'd been using to dig the holes for the posts.

Chloe noticed his movement and then looked down and her eyes widened as she raised her hand immediately. "Stop!"

Dean froze.

The creature, having noticed Dean, had stopped its movement and had already started hurrying away.

Chloe bent to her knees and put down her glass of water. "Lois, go get me a small bowl of milk please."

"Milk?" Lois blinked and yet hurried to do as told. "Milk."

Chloe held her hand out towards the obviously scared creature, which had stopped moving away and yet which wasn't coming any closer. "Dax?"

The firelizard around her neck gave a little chirping sound that seemed encouraging to the creature.

"I get that you're trying to protect me, Dean," Chloe didn't take her gaze off of the creature. "But I don't have to be protected from anything that comes through the Circle that surrounds this whole property. On the contrary." She smiled softly as the creature began to slither slowly towards her. "That's it. I'm sorry you were scared. He's just one of my Guardians and it's in his nature to react like that-you scared him. I'm sorry you had such an abrupt welcome like that though."

Dean scoffed. "It's a snake, Chloe. It's not one of your charges."

Sam eyed them in silence as his eyes narrowed. "Zaltys?"

Dean turned to Sam in confusion. "Gesundheit?"

Chloe looked up at Sam and smiled. "Exactly."

"How can you be sure?" Sam wanted to know as he bent on his knees and watched the apparently common grass snake move closer towards Chloe, the creature still sending Dean wary little looks but drawn towards the girl.

"I just am." The girl's gaze lowered to the snake and she smiled as its forked tongue flicked against her outstretched fingertips.

"Way to leave a guy out of a conversation." Dean looked between them, an odd expression on his face.

"I'm back!" Lois returned with a small bowl filled with milk and lowered it do the grass next to Chloe, the brunette eyeing the snake with interest. "So I'm guessing this is a newcomer, huh?"

Chloe nodded and smiled as she moved the bowl over to the snake and waited, watched as it eyed the bowl offered before beginning to lap at the milk.

Lois blinked. "I have seen everything now. I can die feeling accomplished and vaguely superior."

Chloe rolled her eyes and turned her head to face her cousin. "You're-." The blonde turned back to face the snake when she felt it curl around her wrist, the snake slowly stopping once it'd wrapped itself around her arm.

"I'm guessing that means something?" Dean raised an eyebrow. "Will someone explain anything to me?"

"It's a Zaltys, a household spirit in Lithuanian mythology which guards the home and is a symbol of fertility." Sam declared as he eyed the snake intently.

Dean froze as his gaze went to the snake and then to the girl who it was curled around.

Sam continued on with his explanation. "They are supposed to bring you good harvest and wealth, unless you kill it, which brings great misfortune on the household."

"And if you meet a Zaltys you offer it milk?" Lois guessed and blinked when Chloe and Sam both nodded. "I need to seriously start brushing up on this stuff!"

Chloe rubbed the head of the snake, a smile on her face. "Do you have a name?" When the Zaltys merely eyed her oddly she smiled. "I'll call you Zilvinas then, after the king of the snakes."

The Zaltys seemed happy about that one.

"Come on, let's go inside. We've got to create a nice little home for you by the stove, that's where your place is supposed to be, right?" Chloe smiled at her newest arrival as she turned and walked back towards the house.

Dax chirped petulantly and bucked her head into Chloe's cheek, apparently jealous of the attention the newest reptile was receiving.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Lois hurried after her, clearly intrigued as to the direction this was going in.

Dean and Sam stayed where they were and gazed at the windows to the kitchen, the curtains pulled back and allowed them to glance inside as Chloe and Lois talked and worked at the same time readying a place for their newest arrival.

The brothers were silent, tense.

Chloe laughed inside and turned to Lois before she brought Zilvinas up to her face and said something to the snake, who merely flicked his tongue out at her.

Dax chirped once more, apparently still unhappy with the attention the snake was getting.

"Fertility." Dean finally broke the silence.

Sam let out a hard sigh as he averted his gaze.

"It's the damn symbol of fertility." Dean turned his gaze from the window to look at his brother. "You realize what this means, don't you?"

"It doesn't mean anything, Dean." Sam picked up his shovel. "She's the Lighthouse, she was bound to attract-."

"Bound to attract my ass!" Dean snapped at him. "The timing is too damned coincidental! First your visions, then that spell, and now we have a goddamned magical snake arriving to tell us that one of us has knocked her up."

Sam still wouldn't look at him, and it pissed him off further.

"We need to talk to Bobby."

That made Sam look at him, and fast. "You can't be serious."

"We're living with him, Sammy, and he's a smart son of a gun." Dean ran his hand over his hair, seriously nervous of the thought of having this conversation with Bobby of all people. "If he hasn't figured out something is up he's gonna figure it out soon and I think it's better that he find out because we told him than because he finds her puking her breakfast."

"And what exactly do you plan on telling him, Dean?" Sam glared at him before he cleared his throat and tried to mimic Dean's voice. "Uh, yeah Bobby, you see, we got caught up in some ritualistic magic and gangbanged your daughter all night long, and, well, you see, Sam's a freak who can see the future, and in that future, well, one of us has gotten the apple of your eye pregnant. We'd thought that maybe, if we somehow managed to keep our hands to ourselves by staying busy it would at least hold off that prediction until she was older but now a magical, reptilian, Lithuanian household guardian that symbolizes fertility has arrived I'm certain that one of us managed to do a good job of it that night because, surprise, you're gonna be the grandaddy of twins! But, uh, we're not sure who the father is, so we'll have to get back to you on that."

Dean glared at Sam. "I wouldn't say it like that."

Sam fixed him with an identical glare. "There's no other way to put it."

"Yes there is." Dean cleared his throat. "Bobby, I have something to say, and before I say it I need you to step away from any weapons you might have around you."

Despite his annoyance, Sam snickered. "Ah, yes, I forgot that part."

"Fatal error," Dean assured him before continuing. "So, Bobby, you know how you said that one time you were drunk that you hated Moira because she kept you from seeing Chloe grow up? That you never heard the sound of her small feet running around the house or heard her laughter or anything like that? Well, problem solved, by default." Dean cleared his throat. "You're, uh, welcome."

Sam stared at Dean's in disbelief. "I don't know how, but I think that one was even worse than mine."

"You were telling him we gangbanged her all night long." Dean fixed him with a glare. "In no way or form was mine worse!"

"Okay, that was admittedly not my finest speech, but you basically told him she was pregnant, didn't give him any clue as to the circumstances, and then said: you're welcome." Sam stared at him. "If I was him I would've shot you."

Dean folded his arms over his chest.

"Plus, he would've assumed immediately that the kids are yours." Sam shook his head.

"Would that have been so bad?" Dean asked.

Sam froze before he turned to look at his brother. "What do you mean?"

Dean was now the one who couldn't look at his brother, clearly uncomfortable. "I'm just saying, it's going to be hard figuring out whose kids those are considering how much, uh, switching was done that night. And it's not like I really care, they'll be Winchester either way, and it's not like I have some amazing college or career or life waiting for me or anything like you do."

Sam's frown darkened. "Dean, what are you saying?"

Dean took in a deep breath. "I'm saying, to ease the blow, we just tell him they're mine. He'll take it easier than the whole idea of, and I'm using your words here, a ritualistic gangbang on the apple of his eye." Dean licked his lips, seriously uncomfortable. "I mean, you have to leave eventually, everyone here knows that and is expecting that, but I don't… have to leave, I mean."

Sam let out a soft scoff. "Is that so?"

Dean frowned and finally turned to his brother, having expected a little more relief and not the darkness he saw there. "Yeah, I mean, you only came here to find out what killed your roommate, you've always told everyone plainly that you're going to return to your old life-to Stanford-and I get that this whole situation has sidetracked us and that it'll keep us from figuring out what killed mom and your roommate but-."

"Dean, I drank from that cup too you know, not just you." Sam grabbed his empty glass and stormed towards the kitchen.

Dean watched him go, eyes narrowed. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

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