Title: Little Miss Muffet
Sequel to: Through The Looking Glass
Series: Asset Series
Characters: Chloe/Dean, Sam/Jessica, Brady, Wade, and others...
Rating: M (for Chlean progression sake)
Disclaimer: Own nothing but the plot
Summary: Things between Chloe and Dean are steadily progressing towards hot and heavy. But when they, along with Sam, are kidnapped on their way to see John, and are reunited with unexpected friends and allies, they realize that an enemy from the past is back. They just don't know it's much more than just revenge, and that their enemy has some surprising backers.
They were a couple of hours from reaching the little town John was holed up in on his newest hunting job. They'd been driving long and hard, all four crammed in the Impala, the men all sharing the driving and not letting Chloe behind the wheel. Considering she'd already disappeared from a moving vehicle she didn't take insult to this, realizing it was the safer thing. Not that she thought that someone would be able to take her again. Not with the way Dean clung to her like some sort of overprotective...overprotecting...thing.
Ever since their, uh, 'conversation' (yes, that is what she was going to call it and NOT 'makeout session') Chloe had found her relationship with Dean changed once more, and while she was quite enjoying the change, it was something she had to get used to. She couldn't believe that this was the same guy who'd avoided even looking in her direction after that innocent kiss. He seemed like a totally different guy.
Just like now, as they drove down yet another highway. Sam drove and Bobby sat next to him, the two of them talking about some old hunt John had had and dumped Sam and Dean on Bobby when they'd been really young. Dean sat in the backseat, surprisingly docile and not reprimanding Sam on his driving, just calm and quiet as he stared out at the lights on the dark road. He'd comment now and again regarding whatever Sam and Bobby were saying, but for the most he was silent, his hand resting against Chloe's shoulder as she lay with her head on his lip, half asleep. His thumb caressed her cheek softly, sometimes journeying down the curve of her jaw before returning to her cheek.
The blonde was tired, so very tired, her body aching from all it'd gone through. Not only had she been on the road for days before being taken to the alternate universe, but in said alternate universe she'd been trained every single day, and now that she was back they'd continued on the road daily. Her body was sore and her mind tired, and while her body begged for sleep she couldn't get comfortable enough to actually fall into slumber.
Sam's and Bobby's conversation mixed with the hum of the radio playing softly, and while it was soothing, it wasn't enough to send her to sleep.
Sighing, Chloe turned onto her back, staring up at Dean's face, taking advantage to observe him as he stared out of the window.
She still couldn't believe that he cared for her in that way. It made no sense to her really. Especially not when he'd met Lois and had a comparison. Lois was strong and gorgeous and, well, she was everything Chloe wasn't. So it was hard for the girl to understand why in the world he'd want her. Especially when he'd first wanted Lois.
Was the blonde second best?
The consolation prize?
Was Dean just so used to not having a family that he'd clung to her when she'd offered him one in her own way?
And yet, when Dean turned his gaze down at her and smiled softly, she couldn't see any of that in his eyes, and it made her gulp.
Dean's hand cupped her cheek and he bent down, looming over her as his lips met hers in a slow, deep kiss that completely woke her up. The position must have been uncomfortable for him given how low he had to bend to kiss her, but he didn't complain, instead wrapping his arms around her body and easily raising her enough for it to be more comfortable for him.
Up ahead, Sam and Bobby continued talking, unaware of what was going on in the backseat.
Dean's mouth smothered Chloe's whimper as one of his arms loosened its grip around her and slowly began lowering its way down her body. He'd been cautious with her during the few last, uh, encounters they'd had since that night, but with the realization that she wasn't reacting negatively to any of his advances the hunter was getting bolder. And hungrier. His kiss grew intenser, his hand trailing hard over the curve of her hip before hesitating yet again.
Chloe complained into his mouth, pulling him closer and wiggling her hips.
She could feel his smile against her lips as his hand moved, cupping her ass and giving it a firm squeeze that sent jolts of excitement and pleasure down her body.
"I'm just saying that if the kitsune is killing murderers and such, then why do we hunt it?" Sam declared passionately from in front. "And the other monsters we hunt, if they're only targeting low-lives-."
"They're still human!" Bobby countered. "We're on the human's side!"
"Even when those humans are evil?" Sam wanted to know.
The argument between the two escalated louder...
...Which was great, because Dean's molding hand began to journey from her ass back around her thigh to trail slowly against the flesh of her stomach, each motion sending his hand lower and lower.
Goosebumps and electricity raced through her body, and when Dean tore his lips from his to be able to stare at her face as his hand made its slow yet sure procession Chloe had to bite her bottom lip to keep from whimpering out loud. Her chest rose and fell erratically with her labored breaths, her eyes unable to leave his face, just as his seemed unable to leave hers. Dean was devouring her every reaction to his hand, his fingers, as they continued lowering over the material of her shorts. The thin material let her feel the heat of his hand, and it just incinerated her from within.
Dean's hand hesitated at a crucial place, his light hazels consuming her, making her feel embarrassed yet even more aroused, the blonde nearly drawing blood at how hard her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip to keep her whimper silent as she rubbed her thighs together before parting her thighs.
Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, Dean's intense gaze bore into her as his hand finally moved to cover her over the seat of her shorts, the sensation shocking her core.
"Are you saying that we should start researching the victims to make sure they aren't the bad guys in the equation?" Bobby harrumphed.
Sam groaned. "I am not-."
Chloe nearly cried out as Dean positioned his hand in such a way that his thumb brushed up against something that made her want to scream, and his fingers teased her slit, his index not only tested the material of her shorts and panties but pushed inwards.
The blonde's hips bucked instinctively into the touch, her mind going blurry, unable to concentrate on anything but the sensation.
Dean's hand suddenly came down on her mouth, his expression a little shocked yet pleased.
Obviously she'd made a sound without realizing.
Thankfully Sam and Bobby were still deep into their argument in front and didn't seem to realize what was going on at all.
Dean's hand stopped its wonderfully torturous treatment to slide down the side of the shorts and slip inside, his warm skin making contact with the wet center of her underwear.
The blonde was horribly embarrassed.
Dean's body went stiff when he found the material wet, his eyes closing and his teeth biting down on his bottom lip as his fingers explored the large wet patch, which grew wetter with each touch.
Next to her cheek, Chloe could feel him growing hard as stone.
And then Dean's fingers traveled down the edge of her underwear before slipping under the elastic and finding the source of the wetness.
Chloe's hands reached up and press down harder on the one over her lips to try and muffle her cry.
"I'm just saying, if they made the Crossroads Deal, they knew what they were getting into!" Sam snapped at Bobby. "They're not the innocent victim of demons! They got exactly what they wanted for the price they agreed to!"
"Demons come to us at our weakest moments-." Bobby began.
Dean's index slipped between her folds, and a little groan escaped his lips as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back.
Chloe's back arched off the seat and she nearly screamed into his hand as his finger began moving deep inside her while his thumb worked over that part of her that gave numbing pleasure. Her teeth clamped onto the flesh of his palm, her body shaking with shocking sensations as these unfamiliar feelings took over.
Dean seemed just as affected, his index finger deep inside of her, moving in and out slowly, torturously, before another finger slowly joined.
There was a little bit of pain when he did that, adding to the slight discomfort when he'd push his index finger deep within. She knew that it was due to the barrier deep inside of her, the barrier that kept her from truly being a woman. It was a barrier she wanted done with, no matter how much it would hurt.
"What do you think, Dean?" Sam wanted to know.
Chloe went still.
So did Dean, opening his eyes and snapping his head straight as he stared at them. "What?"
"You okay boy?" Bobby asked curiously.
"Uh, yeah." Dean cleared his throat. "Just was falling asleep."
"It is a little late." Sam sighed. "I saw a sign for a motel a couple of miles back. We should be coming up on it soon. We should stop for the night and sleep. We'll be rested when we meet dad that way."
"Great!" Dean announced before clearing his throat. "I mean, yeah. We should definitely get a bed-I mean rest."
"Yeah, we could all do with a good rest." Bobby yawned.
The conversation died down after that, and Chloe bit back her near painful disappointment. She knew that there was no way that Dean and her would be returning to that numbingly pleasurable moment from before, and damn it, she was pissed. It'd taken her and Dean so long to get to where they were right now, and Chloe had a fear in the back of her head that if she didn't cement their relationship somehow…
…In all truth it was just her being an insecure chick, and she knew it, which annoyed her greatly.
She couldn't figure out why Dean would pick her, she couldn't understand why she would mean so much to him. It was obvious why she'd grown so attached to him. He was her savior in so many ways. She might have hero-worshipped him a bit at the beginning of their relationship but during their time together and all the trials and tribulations they'd managed to escape through as a team, she'd grown to trust him unlike anyone else. He'd become someone so important to her he ranked about the same as Lois, and that was saying something because she adored Lois.
The thought of her cousin sobered Chloe as Dean and her returned to an innocent sort of touching, the blonde staring at the roof of the car as she wondered about Lois and where she was right now. Was she happy? Was she with Adam? Was this Adam Knight bad too? And if so, was he hurting Lois?
Chloe turned so that she was on her side, guilt eating her.
What if her cousin was going through hell right now?
What if she was dead?
Chloe closed her eyes.
Just because Lois had killed Adam Knight in one reality did not mean that he would be evil in this one too.
There was no way that she could think of the guy who'd taken care of them all that time as a bad guy.
He'd genuinely cared for Lois.
He had to be good in this reality.
And Lois, Lois might have fallen in love with him.
She could be ecstatically happy right now.
These thoughts dominated Chloe's mind until they reached the motel. She leaned against the hood of the Impala, mentally and physically tired, yawning as the guys moved their things into the rooms they'd rented for the night. It took her a minute to realize something that should've registered sooner given the fact that Bobby and Sam were both shaking their heads and eyeing Dean with darkly amused expressions on their faces.
There were only two rooms, and Dean was taking both her and his things into one of them.
The blonde gulped, standing straighter as she realized this.
Despite everything, Dean had been giving her her own space, her own room, and the fact that he was moving them into a room together…
Oh dear god.
This was it!
It was going to happen!
In that room!
Chloe began to hyperventilate slightly, nervous as hell, although excitement coursed through her veins at the memory of earlier and the pleasure it'd invoked. She hadn't felt any fear, any hesitance. There hadn't been any ghost pains, any panic attacks, and the scars on her chest hadn't throbbed in pain. Everything had been perfectly on fire and she'd loved the sensation. Ached for his fingers when they'd slipped out of her.
Gulping, Chloe licked her suddenly dry lips.
Bobby shook his head and headed to the room he was sharing with Sam, while Sam sent Chloe a little smile while motioning Dean out for a quick word.
The blonde hurried into the room and paused.
There were two queens.
As in two beds.
As in not one.
…Chloe cleared her throat, confused.
Why were there two beds?
Heading towards her bags, Chloe grabbed a change of clothes and headed towards the bathroom, refusing to just be standing there like some confused idiot whenever Dean arrived from his little conversation with Sam. She slipped out of her clothes as she turned on the shower, waiting for the water to be steaming hot before slipping in under it, giving a little whimper of happiness as she began scrubbing the grime of the day off of her skin. As the water cascaded down her body, and she soaped up, the girl refused to think about the two beds or the car or Dean's fingers or-okay-she tried not to think about it, but was unsuccessful. There seemed to be something missing, some part of her that was empty and void, hungry.
All in all the shower was shorter than planned, the blonde drying off and pulling on an old Metallica shirt she'd seen at one of the second hand stores she'd picked up a few pieces at once she'd started being on the run. Her hair was wet and stuck to her face awkwardly, and in the faded shirt she knew she looked anything but sexy, and that deflated the girl somewhat as she finally emerged from the bathroom.
Dean looked up from where he'd been sitting on his bed, clearing his throat. "Hey."
"Hey." She hesitated in the doorway before pushing forwards, trying for casual and not awkward or confused.
"So, uh, we're going to be, uh, sharing this room tonight." He pointed out the most obvious thing in the world.
"I realized that." She responded.
"Of course you did." Dean nodded, speaking mostly to himself as he stood. "It's a nice night, right?" And then he flinched, running a hand over his hair. "Goddamn Sam and his goddamn speeches!"
Chloe tilted her head to the side as she narrowed her eyes at him. "What did Sam tell you out there?"
Dean groaned. "He had the sex talk with me." His hand slipped from the top of his head to his face, covering his embarrassment as he groaned. "And then gave me condoms."
Chloe brought her hand to her mouth, face scarlet.
Hand still covering his face, Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out a long string of condoms.
"He gave me this huge speech about you and about me, and how I had to reign myself back and remember that you're still a virgin with a bad history when it came to men and sexuality." Dean threw the condoms behind him on the bed, a little groan escaping his lips. "And he's right, of course, but still I'm not comfortable with the fact that he's obviously given a very long thought to you in sexual situations. He has Jess for crissakes! He-."
The blonde might have zoned out a little at that part as Dean sat down once more, continuing to vent, unable to look at her.
He was obviously somewhat embarrassed by Sammy's actions, but it was also obvious, even to her, that he was a little jealous.
It made her smile softly despite the mortifying circumstance.
"He has his own girl, so he should leave mine alone and let whatever I do with my girl stay between me and her!" Dean grumbled, hands moving around as he continued to vent. "Who does he think he is? My dad? YOUR dad? He-!"
Chloe's feet padded softly against the carpet, making her approach inaudible as stopped before Dean, reaching out to catch his chin, tilting it and his gaze up to her.
Dean stopped venting, his light hazels going to her face immediately as his hands instinctively journeyed to her hips. His hands moved in slow circular movements, almost seeming to search for something, confusion in his eyes before his fingers slipped under her shirt and journeyed up her thighs to the curve of her hips once more…his hazels widening to find no underwear.
A little gasp escaped Chloe's lips as with a jerk of those hands she was falling into him, straddling his hips, his mouth finding hers, all mortification gone.
Desire boiled deep in her stomach once more, her arms curling around his neck as his steeled around her waist, keeping her pinned to his body as he hardened against her and his mouth plundered.
She gave a little buck against the material of his jeans, swallowing the sound he made, a mixture of growl and cry, lifting herself higher on her knees and kissing him hungrier, tilting them both back until with a combined cry he'd fallen onto his back and taken her with him.
Dean rolled them over, his body weighing down on hers, his elbows on either side of her face as he just laid there, staring down into her face in near reverence.
Chloe gulped, staring up into his light hazels, wanting him to continue and yet not wanting for him to ever stop looking at her like that.
His eyes never leaving hers, Dean suddenly pulled off of her, but before she could complain or worry that she'd done something wrong he was pulling off his shirt…and then all she could do was gulp. He was, he was, wow. There were no words to describe what was going on in her mind as he let his shirt fall to the floor before toeing his shoes off and beginning to work on the buttons of his pants.
A little part of her was in hysterics, scared, but a bigger part of her had the blonde parting her thighs further, desire burning high.
Dean cursed, nearly tearing off the button of his pants in his haste, finally getting it undone and shoving everything (pants and underwear) down near frantically.
And that was when Chloe got a good view of Mr Winchester.
She throbbed at her core, whimpering as her gaze rose to Dean. A part of her mind couldn't believe this was actually happening, that she was losing her virginity to Dean Winchester of all people. It left her breathless and heady.
Dean kicked off his pants and knelt between her thighs with his hands on them, kneading, caressing, as he slowly began to kiss his way up the sticky inner path.
The skin of her inner thighs was terribly sensitive, each kiss, nibble and lick sending jolts to her core, embarrassment filling the girl as her fists clenched in the bedsheets around her. Warmth and moistness spread at her center, the blonde beginning to tremble as Dean's tongue tortured her inner thigh on its journey upward, his throat making some infernally pleased sound as he drew closer.
Her breath escaped shakily as his breath…and then his lips…reached…oh god!
Head flung backwards, Chloe cried out loudly, not even notching when the television was turned on in Sam and Bobby's room and the volume raised up high.
Dean didn't seem to realize either, hooking her legs over his shoulders as his hands tightened on her hips, keeping her still and trapped as his mouth continued to devour her, making noising that would seem embarrassing it was wasn't for the fact that she couldn't even hear them over the sound of her racing heart and rising whimpers.
Lightning clashed loudly outside before another struck the roof of their room, frying everything inside and cloaking them in darkness. Blue and red lights exploded outside their window, giving flashes of light as people screamed.
Cursing, Dean stumbled away from her and began pulling on his pants once more. "Stay inside!"
Something exploded somewhere, shaking the whole building.
Chloe ignored Dean, racing to her bag and pulling on a skirt and slipping on a bra, keeping the unattractive t-shirt on, which was almost longer than the skirt she wore. The blonde shoved her feet into her boots and then slid the Archangel blade inside its hiding place as she pulled out a jacket as Dean grabbed his guns and made it towards the door.
The second he kicked open the door a blast of purple threw them both against the wall…
And then everything went black.