Title: A Thing of RadianceCharacters: Chloe, Bobby, Sam, DeanFandoms: Smallville/SupernaturalRating: MDisclaimer: Dont ownSummary: 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
GRAPHIC LEMON. Ye have been warned.
Sam wasn't surprised when Dean stormed into the room looking like he was barely restraining himself from punching him. In fact, Sam had been expecting it. If he'd been able to feel it when Chloe and Dean... He'd figured that Dean would feel it too. He hadn't done it on purpose like this, but he hadn't really cared about it either.
"You son of a bitch." Dean slammed the door closed behind him.
"You started it." Sam stood.
"So what, is this some sort of game to you?" Dean's voice was gravel and danger as he clenched his hands into fists at his side. "A oneupmanship? Because if so you can shove that up your ass! I have no intention of-."
"I have no intention of playing, either." Sam cut in before Dean could say anything else. "Chloe is going to have my child."
Dean froze. "What?"
"I had another vision, I was talking to Chloe and she was pregnant with my daughter. I'm not sure when exactly she'll become pregnant, but she referenced certain things that happened tonight, so it could have already happened for all I know." He took in a deep breath. "So I'm asking you to back off."
"The hell I will!" Dean's voice was harsh, almost as if it'd taken all of him to say it. "How the hell am I supposed to believe that you had a vision and that you're not just saying that to get me to back off?"
"I wouldn't lie about that." Sam's eyes narrowed. "Chloe is going to have my daughter."
"Daughter." A muscle ticked in Dean's cheek. "You said she was having twins before."
"Dad must've killed the twins." Sam took in a deep breath. "Now there's only one child. Only mine."
"That's mighty convenient if you ask me." Dean sneered.
Sam felt his patience waning. "Back off, Dean. She's going to have my kid, and I'll make sure that nothing happens to her or the child this time."
"I was balls-deep inside of her in the kitchen tonight." Dean's eyes were hard. "If she gets pregnant, it could very well be with my kid."
"Believe me, it won't."
It struck Sam odd at that moment that they were fighting about this right now when before both of them had been terrified at the thought of being the father of the child Chloe had lost. It also struck him at how much more hostile things were between them now. Sure, they hadn't exactly been happy at the fact that they wouldn't know who the father was, but they'd been able to work alongside each other. Now though there was nothing but resentment and discord between the two of them, as if a blanket of darkness had descended upon them.
It made him pause for a moment and bring his hand to his head, wondering exactly why he and Dean were taking these hostile stances towards the other. They had both slept with Chloe, multiple times if one counted the night of the fairy dancing, and while he would admit to the fact that Dean and him had been somewhat... uneasy... with the other around Chloe, Sam could attest to the fact that he'd never wanted to actually hurt his brother before. Now he did. Now he could imagine himself punching the shorter man over and over again as blood gushed from his face.
The sheer violence of the imagery made him shake his head in shock. Just what the hell was going on?
"I am not backing down, Sammy." Dean's voice was gruff. "I-I have feelings for her."
"So do I." He raised his chin.
Dean growled. "You being the father of her child would be the worse thing that could happen to us all! Admit it, Sammy! You run away from family! You leave when the going gets tough!" He stormed closer. "I pick family. I don't leave. I could protect my kid from dad."
Cold fury entered Sam. "Are you trying to blame me for what dad did?"
"No." Dean shook his head. "But if I had known for sure that that child had been mine that situation wouldn't have happened!"
Sam took a menacing step towards Dean. "Back. Off."
"No. You stand down." Dean growled. "Don't be selfish for once in your damned life!" He glared. "Go back to Stanford! We don't need you here!"
"You would like that, wouldn't you?" Sam sneered.
"You know what? I would. I deserve to, for once in my life, actually want something; to have one good thing happen to me." Dean clenched his hands into fists. "I'm not going to let you have her."
Sam laughed, the sound dark and ugly. "Funny. I just told her the same thing as I filled her with my cum."
A muscle jumped in Dean's cheek. "You're not going to back down, will you?"
"No." Sam narrowed his eyes. "You?"
"No." Dean shook his head before he smiled viciously.
The brothers stared at each other.
Dean took in a ragged breath. "You only want her because you're a guardian... and I think that the shield strengthens when..." he let out an annoyed voice. "It would make sense that the magic we bound ourselves in would attract you to her... because it needs the Lighthouse and a Guardian to... to help strengthen it." He stepped towards Sam. "She's only drawn to you because of the ritual. That's all."
"I could say the exact same thing back to you." Sam was barely keeping control of himself. "Down to the point that you only want her because of the ritual."
"I wanted her long before we did that fucking ritual." Dean's voice was raw.
Sam bit back his own instinctive reaction and admitted: "So did I."
That made Dean take a step back. "I see."
Sam nodded for lack of anything better to do.
Dean took in a deep breath. "I don't care about your fucking visions any longer."
A muscle ticked in Sam's cheek. "Doesn't make them any less real."
"I guess we've both said all that can be said." Dean sneered at him before he made his way towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Sam snapped.
Dean opened the door and turned to face him, smile dark. "To help strengthen the barrier." And with that he exited the room and slammed the door shut.
Lois Lane stepped out onto the porch and hugged herself as she looked around at the darkness that surrounded the house. It could just be that tonight was a darker night than usual, but something within her told her that it wasn't just the night that brought the intense cold which raced down her spine. She didn't know whether it was an Acolyte thing, but she could sensethat there was more to the darkness that slowly engulfed them, and she wanted to race up towards her cousin's room to talk about it, but Chloe had turned in for the night and was probably already sleeping. Lois would talk to her about it in the morning.
Anyway, she had a feeling that Chloe had sensed this growing darkness before even Lois had. She'd seen the blonde staring out of the window with a disturbed expression multiple times during the last couple of days, but Lois had figured that it was remnants of the John fiasco weighing on her cousin. Now she wondered differently.
The door opened and Adam emerged onto the porch with her. "What are you doing out here?"
She hugged herself tighter and continued to stare out ahead of her. "Darkness rises."
"Huh?" He came to stand next to her, hands in his pants pockets.
"It's a weird night." She worried her bottom lip.
"Sam and Dean are arguing." Adam made a face. "I think they're fighting over Chloe."
Lois sent him a little look. "Why would you say that?"
"They obviously both like her." Adam rolled his eyes at her, as if seeing that she was shocked he'd picked up on that, and vaguely insulted by her surprise. "I think they both slept with her, or at least that's the gist of what I heard when I went to knock on their door." He made a face. "That's odd, isn't? I mean, they're brothers."
"It's not like they slept with each other." Lois was amused at the very thought before she sighed. "The reason your father is persona nongrata in this house is because he caused Chloe to miscarry a baby which could have been either Sam or Dean's, and he nearly killed her in the process." She hurried when she saw Adam's face go pale. "Bobby doesn't know there was an actual miscarriage, so don't mention this to him."
Adam ran his hand down his face. "I can't believe dad would do something like that. I knew he'd done something horrible, that Sam and Dean basically hated him because of it, but I hadn't realized..." He took in a deep breath. "I really don't know him."
"Don't feel too bad, it took Sam and Dean by surprised as well." Lois turned her gaze back on the darkness before her eyes narrowed. "What was that?"
Adam turned to her in confusion before he narrowed his gaze on the darkness as well. "What? I don't see anything."
Lois rubbed her arms and shivered. "I must be seeing things." She let out a sigh. "Darkness falls."
Adam frowned as he eyed her. "What do you mean?"
Lois blinked at him. "What do you mean?"
The youngest Winchester narrowed his eyes at her. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Of course. I'm just a little tired from beating your butt earlier." She grinned before she yawned. "How much longer are you planning on sticking around, anyway?"
He snickered. "Trying to get rid of me already?"
"Are you kidding? I get half of my kicks at your expense." She stretched. "I just mean that you have pre-med to get back to. I don't think that your college, or your mom, are going to be happy if you miss too many classes."
Adam's gaze went around them. "Fairies exist."
A bark of laughter escaped her lips. "That was so random!"
"Fairies, hellhounds, ghosts... muscaliets... even though I can't see most of them I know that they exist now and, I don't know, it's hard to imagine going back to my mundane life." Adam looked conflicted. "Plus, I don't know why, but I feel like I should stay... even if only for a little longer."
"Well, as long as you don't mind flunking your classes..." Lois shrugged. "I'm not going to discourage you considering it would be real hypocritical of me to do so."
Adam tilted his head to the side. "What do you mean?"
She gave him a sheepish grin. "I dropped out of my college to come here. I'm doing classes online, but let's just say my father only calls to yell at me now."
He flinched. "Sorry."
"It's fine. It's not as if the General and I had an incredible relationship before I dropped out." She ran her fingers through her hair. "Darkness will consume them all."
Adam turned to face her completely. "What are you talking about?"
Lois ignored him, almost sure she'd seen the shadows shifting not a hundred feet from the porch. A cold chill raced down her spine. "I'm cold. We should go inside."
Adam sent her a look, sent the darkness a look, and then followed her inside.
She'd had sex with Dean and then had had sex with Sam.
Chloe stood under the shower and let the warm water cascade over her as she tried to sort out the mess that was her thoughts.
She liked Sam and Dean, there, she'd admitted it. Didn't mean it didn't make her feel less... weird... about the whole situation. She might not have ever had any sort of relationship before, but she knew very well that liking those two boys, those brothers, would be something that most people would frown upon. Not everyone loved kinky shit like Lois. Plus, this could affect Sam and Dean's relationship.
The girl groaned as she brought her hands to her face.
They all needed to talk. That was what needed to happen. It was going to be awkward as hell, but she needed to sit the both of them down and they needed to acknowledge the situation, only then could they actually figure out a solution to this. A part of her whispered that Dean had never told her that he cared about her, not like Sam had, so maybe he'd walk away from the whole thing. It stung her to think about the possibility, but it could very well happen and she wouldn't blame him.
Both brothers would probably skip town and never speak to her again when they realized that she'd slept with both of them... on the very same night... but she wasn't going to keep it a secret from either of them. Whatever happened next...
"I came to scrub your back."
Her eyes flew open and she jerked from out under the warm spray of the water as she wiped the water from her eyes to see Dean Winchester standing in her bathroom. On instinct Chloe turned her back to him, her face flushed even as her body betrayed her. "I slept with Sam!" That probably hadn't been the smoothest move, but it had just emerged from her like a desperate squeak. "A-after you left with Adam we-."
Her eyes widened and she turned around to look at him in shock. "How?"
"I had a feeling, and then saw the dome over the property reacting, and I figured it out." Dean yanked off his shirt. "Sammy confirmed it though."
Chloe's eyes widened as his hands went to his pants buckle and she turned away from him once more as the sound of material hitting the ground could be heard. "We should probably talk about everything."
"Uh-huh." He sounded distracted.
"I-you two were my first-and I don't understand why but when you touch me I-." The sound of the shower door opening had her eyes widening and she turned in time to see Dean slip into the shower with her and close the door.
The warm water cascaded down his incredible torso, the droplets of water caressed him lovingly, and she irrationally felt jealous of them.
Dean grinned teasingly. "Like what you see?"
She only then realized her mouth had fallen open. She quickly closed it and raised her greens to his hazels as a blush creeped up her breasts. "When I said we should talk-I meant with our clothes on!"
"Did you?" Dean moved closer and pinned her against the wall with one hand palm-flat against the surface next to her head, and the other rested upon her racing heartbeat. "Did youreally?"
Her mouth had gone dry as she stared up at him, that cloud of desire beginning to coil deep inside. "We need to talk. Sam said-." Her voice caught in her throat, and she had to bring her hands to her mouth to silence her cry when Dean's hand trailed down her body before two fingers slipped deep inside of her, aided by the fact that she was already shamelessly wet.
"We'll talk later, the three of us," Dean promised in a silky tone as his fingers began to fuck her slowly. "Right now though, I want to continue what we were doing in the kitchen."
Chloe tried, she really did. "I think that u-until the three of us have talked-."
"Sammy and I have talked." Dean twisted his fingers and brought his other hand to cover her mouth when she let out a loud-pitched cry. His laughter was deep and seductive as he leaned in close to whisper in her ear. "Sound carries in here so you'll have to keep your voice down, sweetheart, or everyone is going to know what we're doing."
She wanted this, she so wanted this, but-. "Dean." She gripped the wrist of the hand whose fingers fucked up inside of her. "What did you and Sam talk about?" She bit down her bottom lip to quiet her moan before she found her voice again. "I don't want this getting in between the two of you. I don't want to mess up-."
"You don't seem to have noticed it, but when you're with one of us, the dome gets strong." There was something odd in his eyes as he said that. "We're going to do our hardest to keep that barrier protecting everyone nice and strong." His grin was evil. "No matter how much of a sacrifice it is to have to keep burying deep inside of you, repeatedly."
Her eyes widened, his voice causing her to tingle in desire as she rubbed her thighs together, or she rubbed them together as best as she could while Dean's hand was between her thighs.
"It's fine, Chloe," he promised against her ear.
Chloe's eyes closed at the electric shock that raced down her spine before her eyes opened and she reached for him and urged him down to meet her lips.
Dean groaned at her enthusiastic kiss, his fingers moving more urgently inside of her before he yanked them out and grabbed her by her hips, raising her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and Dean pushed her harder into the wall as the kiss grew deeper. His cock throbbed against her moist entrance and he reached down to align himself.
Chloe was glad for his mouth because it was the only thing that quieted her cry when he slipped deep inside of her with one swift thrust. He buried himself deep to the hilt and remained lodged inside of her as he pressed her against the wall. His lips claimed hers as water cascaded down on them like a waterfall. He gripped her ass and used the wall to help support her weight. His cock twitched and throbbed deep inside her and Chloe cried out into his mouth in utter frustration. All he was doing was teasing her. Each twitch, each throb, it drove her nuts. Every time she tried to move, to fuck herself on him, his grip on her ass would stop her and leave her merely impaled by his girth.
In protest she reached down and twisted one of his nipples.
Cock twitching violently inside of her, Dean groaned loudly in her mouth. His hips bucked instinctively and the feeling of him finally moving inside of her left her breathless. She twisted his other nipple and gave a low chuckle when he tore his mouth from hers to muffle his cry into her neck as his hips bucked once more, burying deep into her. A nearly tortured sound escaped him but she didn't let up. Instead, she arched and leaned the back of her head hard against the wall as Dean began to thrust rapidly inside of her.
"You sneaky..." he groaned and jackhammered up into her, unforgiving, sending pleasure racing up her spine.
She had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out because he'd been right, the sound would echo.
Dean cursed, his voice hoarse and restrained, before he leaned down and captured her nipple in his mouth. He groaned around the breast as he suckled her hungrily, desperately, his teeth teasing her nipple, leaving it sore and swollen and overly sensitive. Only once he'd left that nipple a mess did he attack the other, his thrusts reaching deep inside of her, almost as if he wanted to bury himself in the deepest part of her body.
"You feel... so good... inside of me!" Chloe couldn't silence that whimper, her head tilted back as far as it would go, her voice betraying the goosebump inducing pleasure his ministrations were giving her. "Dean! Oh Dean!"
He kissed the valley of her breasts while whispering words she couldn't make out, not through the buzzing of her ears. All she knew was that suddenly he cupped the back of her head and brought her mouth to his as he let out a choked sound. His thrusts almost hurt as they pounded into the deepest part of her before he tensed and his warmth speared deep inside of her.
Her body tingled with pleasure and she kissed him, hard, as she rocked her hips and rode him through his climax. He finally stilled inside of her yet he didn't pull out, if anything he pushed in deeper and kissed her in a way that made her tighten the grip her legs had around him, their bodies melded so tightly together his cum had no chance of escaping her body. His mouth ventured a slow and teasing path down her throat before returning back up to kiss her once more. She was dizzy and disoriented and blind/deaf to anything that wasn't the feeling of him still hard inside of her.
She didn't know how long they stayed like that, but it was long enough that when Dean finally slipped out of her and she slid down, her muscles were slightly cramped. There was a moment of awkwardness in her part but it didn't last long because Dean and spun her around so that she was face-first against the wall... and then she felt his soap-covered hands on her back as he began to slowly lather her with soap.
A blush raced up her face as she turned her head to look at him. "What are you doing?"
"I did tell you that I came here to scrub you're back, didn't I?" Dean's voice was low and seductive in her ear as he trailed that bar of soap slowly all over her body. His hands left electric tingles every where he touched, and when he dropped the soap and brought both hands to massage her inner thighs she nearly collapsed in desire. Pleasure coiled tightly in her stomach and she could feel herself growing wetter and wetter.
"Dean..." her voice caught as his hands moved higher yet not high enough.
"Yeah?" He tried for innocence but just couldn't pull it off.
Her body craved him and she couldn't stop herself from shaking her ass at him invitingly, completely needy as a trail of his semen mixed with her wetness made its way slowly down her inner thigh.
"You want it?" Dean breathed into her ear as his hands continued to touch every single place except where she desperately needed them to. "You want my cock back inside of you?"
"Yessss..." She closed her eyes at the very thought.
His grin could be felt against the shell of her ear. "You like my cock, don't you? You're so fucking wet because you're going crazy without it."
"I am." She felt desperately miserable. "Please."
"Oh fuck." His voice was hoarse as he pressed his rock-hard cock against her slit from behind and pinned her against the wall with his body weight. "You feel that? It needs to be in you, deep inside, fucking you so hard you see stars."
"Dean!" She was going to go insane as she pushed back against him yet couldn't manage to slide his cock inside of her needy slit.
"Tell me you want me to fuck you," he whispered in her ear as he teased her into oblivion by rubbing his cock against her entrance. "Tell me you want me to fill you with my cum. Tellme."
"Please, f-fuck me." Her voice was soft and agonized. "Dean, please f-fill me with your-!" Her words were garbled by her cry as he didn't wait for her to finish and instead thrust deep into her from behind.
The hot water cascaded over them as he attacked her neck with his teeth and began to fuck slowly up into her. Each thrust was slow yet deep. It was as if each time he thrusted inside of her he was trying to get deeper and deeper, to bury himself so deeply inside she'd feel the imprint of his cock for days.
Dean's hand kneaded her breast as he lavished her neck with attention, and his other hand slowly ventured down her body to caress her clit.
A sharp cry escaped her lips at the electric sensation.
The hand kneading her breast quickly rose to cover her mouth as those fingers tortured her bud while he fucked deep inside of her.
Chloe cried out against that hand and her body jerked as electric pleasure rocked her and she started seeing black dots. She was relieved for that hand covering her mouth because when he pinched her clit she screamed. She wouldn't have been able not to even if she hadn't been a mindless puddle of pleasure. Her body spasmed around Dean's cock and tightened as she came, biting deep into the heel of his palm.
"Oh fucking hell!" Dean muffled his own cries in her neck as he came once more, his hips meeting hers hard and rapid and then he was buried deep once more and his warmth filled her.
Spots danced around Chloe's eyes and as she began to faint from the overload of pleasure, she knew deep down inside that Dean would never let her live it down.
How many times had they strengthened the barrier tonight?
The creature stared up above and frowned.
Was it because the unicorns were coming soon that they were revving up the protection, or were they somehow onto its presence?
Wary, the creature slinked deeper into the growing darkness.
When Dean emerged from the room after cleaning and putting clothes on the unconscious girl (whom he'd left sleeping in her bed), he came face to face with Sam, who was leaning on the wall opposite the door.
Dean merely smirked at his brother and straightened. "Can I help you?"
"Is this how it's going to be?" Sam wanted to know, softly.
Dean hated that look on his brother's face, that "I'm better than you" and "You're beneath me" attitude that he'd had his whole life towards their family. Never before though had it affected Dean this much. He could imagine himself punching that expression off of Sam's face, and then slamming his brother's face into the wall over and over agains until there was nothing but blood and broken bones.
He then realized just how violent those thoughts were and shook his head, surprised at himself. Just what the hell? Sure, his brother was a bitch, and sure, they weren't at a good place right now, but Dean had never...
"Fine." Sam raised an eyebrow as he pushed away from the wall. "We'll just do our duties as Guardians and keep the barrier strong." With a dark sneer Sam turned and left.
Dean watched him go and wondered if it was his imagination, or if the house seemed darker than usual.