Title: When Life Throws You A CurveballAlternate Sequel to One Night StandPairing: Chloe/DeanFandom: Smallville/SupernaturalSummary: When Dean travels through Smallville the last thing he expected to find was "Lola" (whose real name is apparently Chloe) appearing in the bar he was frequenting - or discover the fact that their one night stand has resulted in a son: Dorian. Being a father wasn't what he wanted, but it might be what he needed.For (1) bogusbabe, who first asked for it, and for (2) malugargula, who never gave up on wanting to see a Chlean alternate to the Dorian Trilogy.
Chloe didn't know what Dean had done or said when he'd gone to pick up her father from the bar some nights ago when Mr Gaines called to say he was making a nuisance of himself again, but ever since then her father hadn't gone to the bar. She'd seen him trying more, around the house, with Dorian and her. He'd even apologized to her and promised that he'd try and do better. Whatever it was that Dean had done - she was extremely grateful for it - for him.
And yet she couldn't stop worrying as she toured the apartment with Dean.
"What do you think?" He asked in a way that was way too casual and proved that he cared more about what she thought than he actually wanted to show. "I mean, it's nothing big, but it's ok. The second bedroom is big enough for a nursery so Dorian can spend some nights with me."
She didn't look at the room, she looked at Dean. He was very tight-lipped about his childhood, his upbringing, and his life. His father and brother were basically strangers that she knew very basic things about. She'd overheard 'conversations' between Dean and his father, which were short barked orders and a swift end of the phone call, or long and drawn-out lashing out because Dean didn't jump and do what John wanted the second John wanted it.
She blinked and focused on him once more. "What is it?"
"You." Dean's tone was half amused, half scared. "You've got your 'deep thinking' expression. Nothing good ever comes from that expression."
She tried to figure out how best to put her thoughts into words. "I don't want you to feel obligated to do this." When Dean's expression closed off, she hurried on. "You never tell me much about your life, but I can tell you've grown up like a rolling stone, and rolling stones don't gather moss." She looked around the apartment. "This is you gathering moss."
"You don't want me to stay." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
"No!" She glared at him for even suggesting that. "I want you to stay! But that's why I can't be selfish! I'd prefer for you to come and go and love Dorian without any reservations, than for you to completely change your lifestyle and later resent him for tying you down!"
"Resent him?" Dean's voice was calm but his eyes were a storm as he began to stalk towards her.
Chloe's eyes widened as she backed into a wall.
"Resent him?" Dean slammed his hands against the wall on either side of her head, pinning her against it without even touching her. His hazel eyes narrowed on her greens as he lowered his gaze to pierce hers. "What type of man do you think I am that I would resent my own son?"
"The type of man who's never stayed in one place once, who knows the freedom of the open road, who has never had a responsibility in his life." She glared up at him. This wasn't just about him, it was about their son, and if it had to do with Dorian she'd fight tooth and nail. "You're the type of guy who regularly picks up girls in bars, Dean. I was one of those girls! You don't have to tell me anything for me to know that your life is constantly on the move, that you've never settled down in one place, and that whatever it is that you and your father do for a living - it's basically your lives." She took in a deep breath. "You don't know how much I appreciate that you'd even consider giving up your life to spend more time with Dorian, but I've seen parents like that. My mother was like that." She couldn't even believe what she was saying. "She couldn't take being burdened down by a family, couldn't stand being in the same place all the time, seeing the same people. She left, came back to try again, and then left again, that time for good. Each time she left she took a piece of my self-love and self-worth. I don't want that. Not for Dorian. Or you. Or me." She couldn't stop the thickness in her voice as it broke for a second. "So I'd prefer it if you didn't stay here, and yet Dorian knew how important he was to you because of how often you visited - than for you to force yourself to stay here and one day break Dorian's heart like my mother broke mine. I don't ever want you to resent Dorian for holding you back from the life you felt you should have, like my mother resented me." Only then, vocalizing it all, did Chloe understand the root of her insecurity. Tears of embarrassment blossomed in her face as she glanced away.
Dean stared down at her in silence before he sighed and reached out, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. "I'm not your drunkard of a father, and I'm definitely not your mother." When she opened her mouth he shook his head. "Let me get this out because I don't do this crap usually and I'll never say it again after today." When she closed her mouth to listen, he continued. "You're right. There's never been an ounce of stability in my life. My mother was murdered when I was four years old and my father took me and my 6 month old brother on a life-long mission to try and find her killer. We moved constantly. We never had a home. We never had a family. We never had anything normal that families should have." He paused. "It was harder on my brother than me. He left us a couple of months ago to go to Stanford. He got a full scholarship to study law, and my father's first reaction upon finding out was to tell him that if he went he could consider himself disowned."
Chloe's eyes widened in horror.
"You're right about me. I'm a rolling stone. I've never settled down in one place before. I'm the guy who picks up girls regularly in bars." He leaned in closer. "I picked you up in a bar."
She gulped, unable to look away from his hazels.
"And even though it wasn't planned, you gave me something I've never thought I'd ever have - my own family." His voice was controlled, his expression blank. "I didn't plan for that kid. I probably never would've wanted to have one if there was a choice. But things happened as they did and that kid is mine and I love him."
Chloe's words caught in her throat. That was the first time she'd heard Dean say those words, and she wanted to cry.
"You won't understand when I say that the best thing I could do for either of you is walk away and never come back." Something shifted in Dean's expression. "But I can't do that. I don't want to do that." His nails dug into the wall. "I want that kid to have everything I never did - a mother, a father, a family. Stability. I don't want him to know what it's like to never settle down, to not have a house he can call his own, security. I don't want him growing up to be the rolling stone who has no one and regularly picks up girls in bars just so that he's not completely alone for a couple of hours."
By now Chloe was crying. And she felt guilty as hell.
"So I'm going to ask you again: what do you think about the apartment?"
And yet he was asking her much more than that. He was asking her to let him stay. To let him be a full member of her small family. He was asking her to trust him to be a father and not walk out. He was asking her so much.
Taking in a deep breath, Chloe wiped at her eyes and cleared her throat. "You can't rent this apartment."
Dean's face fell for a second before his walls were up and he pushed away from the wall, turning his back on her. "I understand."
"Not only is it too expensive for the neighborhood, but there's a duplex for rent that's not only cheaper, but it's closer to my house and has a fenced in back yard." Chloe cleared her throat. "Dorian's going to need that space once he starts running around." She paused. "I also want to get him a dog once he's a little older and—." She cried out in surprise as Dean drew her into a tight hug. She stood there in shock, stiff, before she smiled as wrapped her arms around him, resting her cheek against his heartbeat. "Plus, this place smells like mold."
Dean chuckled into her hair. "It does."
He didn't let go. Neither did she.
"I can't believe you stole this from my house," Chloe snickered as she picked up the frame which featured a picture of her in her high school graduation gown, holding her certificate, and leaning into Dean, who had one arm around her, and the other around Dorian, keeping him up. It'd been some months since Dean had moved into the duplex, and Chloe found herself spending more time with him than she did at her own house. She wanted to say it was because Dorian deserved to spend as much time with Dean, but she'd be lying if she didn't say she liked spending time with Dean as well.
"What?" Dean didn't even look up from the newspaper. "You can print another one."
Rolling her eyes at him, Chloe moved down the mantel at the picture of her and Dorian at Crater Lake, and the picture of her and Dorian at Lana's going away party, and the picture of her and Dorian laughing as Lex and Clark bickered over who should accompany Lois to some function (neither wanted to do it). There was a picture of Chloe and Dorian laying on the picnic blanket, the sunset behind them, and another picture of Chloe and Dorian waving to the photographer. Chloe liked those pictures. But she loved the others. Interwoven with the pictures of her and Dorian were pictures of Dean pushing Dorian on the baby swing set they'd installed in the backyard - Dean with Dorian straddled on his shoulders, both wearing matching smiles - Dean reading a story to Dorian who didn't seem to be listening to the story at all and instead watched his father in awe - and Dean pointing mischievously to Dorian's shirt, which read: I Like Big Boobs And I Cannot Lie. That last one always made Chloe snicker.
She sent a look over her shoulder at Dean, who flipped the page in the newspaper.
Her gaze returned to the pictures she didn't allow herself to look at when he was paying attention.
In those pictures she and Dean were covered in mud from her having slipped and his having (unsuccessfully) to stop her descent - or where Dean had her thrown over her his shoulder and Lois was cackling with her head thrown back while Chloe pouted - or where Dean and Chloe were high-fiving each other after he finally beat Clark at their favorite video game - or where Chloe was crying because Clark had just gotten on his plane to go to college, and Dean was hugging her tightly, his chin resting on the top of her head.
And then there were the pictures that Chloe both loved and feared.
In one Dorian was dressed up as Elvis (Dean insisted the kid not be a monster of any kind) and both Dean and Chloe were holding his hands, ready to take Dorian out for his first Halloween Trick or Treat. In another Chloe smiled softly as she gazed at both men in her life, who were asleep on the couch (Dorian on his father's lap), with their mouths open and clearing snoring. In another Dean and Chloe toured Clark's campus, Dorian straddling his father's shoulders, and Dean's hand gripping Chloe's because the crowds were ridiculous (Lois, who'd gone as their tour guide, had snapped that picture). In another Dean was carrying a sleeping Chloe away in his arms while Dorian (in Lucy's lap) pointed to them. And in yet another, one that made Chloe both want to cry and laugh, they were in they were in Lex's private jet, coming back from Lex's party, and Dean, Chloe and Dorian were all asleep. Chloe's head leaned against Dean's shoulder, his own head rested against theirs, and Dorian slept against his father's chest, while grabbing onto his mother's shirt tightly.
Clearing her throat, she looked towards the clock. "Can Dorian spend the night with you?"
"Of course," Dean declared. "I can take the couch if you want to sleep over as well. It's kind of late anyway for you to be driving."
She pulled a strand behind her ear. "I have someone coming over in a bit so I have to go."
There was a pause. "Who's coming over?"
"One of my classmates from MetU," Chloe responded with a shrug. "He's working this evening so he can't make it over any earlier." At the silence that fell she turned towards Dean, surprised to find him watching her oddly. "If it's a problem I can reschedule."
"No, I already said Dor can stay with me." Dean gripped the newspaper tightly. "So, who's the classmate? Do I know him?"
"I don't think—," her eyes widened. "Yeah! You met him on Halloween. Remember? We went to his parents' house and he was the one giving out treats. He was the, uh, ghoul, I think."
Dean sneered. "Don't remember him."
She hadn't thought he would.
"So, you interested in him or something?"
She nearly choked at the question. "In Myles?"
"Myles," Dean scoffed to himself. "What sort of name is Myles?"
Chloe eyed him curiously. "For someone who doesn't remember Myles, you sure don't seem to like him."
"I couldn't care less about Miley," Dean sneered as he stood from his chair, clearly agitated. "So, is this some sort of date?" He moved to fix the frame of a photo that wasn't crooked. "Am I going to be dealing with a step-daddy wannabe?"
She blinked, not exactly sure where this question was coming from. "I doubt so. Myles is dating Bradley."
Dean looked up. "Bradley - as in unisex - or as in a dude?"
"As in a 'dude'," she repeated.
"Oh." Dean's face cleared up immediately. "I see." He went back to his chair and grinned. "Just invite him over here."
"You wouldn't mind?" She asked in surprise.
"Nah, I'll probably be sleeping anyway." He grinned. "Just wake me up when you're done and I'll go to the couch."
"Are you sure?" She asked, completely shocked.
"Yeah." Dean's grin just grew.
Chloe texted Myles and once he was off work she had some snacks and such ready for him so they could study together for their joint presentation. When Dean wasn't tending to Dorian he was watching something on his computer with head phones on, and didn't bother at all. He fell asleep some time after, and snored slightly, but that was utterly cute instead of distracting. As she walked Myles to the door, he leaned over and whispered in her ear. "You have such a hot boyfriend."
"Oh, he's not my boyfriend," she hurriedly corrected, blush appearing on her face.
Myles smirked at her. "Who are you trying to fool?" And with that he was gone.
Chloe watched him until he got into his car, and then closed the door and turned to look at Dean, a small smile on her face.
The phone rang and she hurriedly answered it so it wouldn't wake Dean or Dorian from their slumbers. "Dean Winchester's phone. How many I help?"
There was a pause, and then a gruff voice spoke. "Who the hell is this? Is this one of his floozies?"
She narrowed her eyes at the accusation. "No. I'm assuming you're John, his father."
There was another pause. "How did you know that?"
"Because you're an asshole," she snapped. "Dean and Dorian as sleeping now so call back tomorrow."
"Who the hell is Dorian?" John wanted to know. "Don't tell me my boy's gone and become a queer."
Chloe blanched. Not only was John Winchester more of an asshole than she'd guessed, but he didn't know anything about Dorian. That hurt, that seriously—.
Dean yanked the phone from her - when had he awoken? "Hello?" His face went cloudy immediately. "Father." He listened for a couple of minutes before he shook his head. "Sir, I respectfully ask that you never call her that again. She's not like that. She—," he sent her a little look before glancing away. "She's the mother of your grandson and deserves your respect." There was a stretch of silence from Dean's part before he shook his head. "No sir, I won't." He licked his lips. "I'm sorry to hear that, but I've already told you my answer." And with that he hung up.
Chloe stared at him in worry. "What happened?"
"Remember how I told you that my mother was murdered when I was four years old and my father has spent our whole lives trying to find the murderer?" Dean asked softly, tiredly, and when she nodded he continued. "Do you also remember the part where he disowned Sammy because he wanted to have his own life and go to college instead of staying and hunting?"
"Oh god." She got what he hadn't said, and in seconds wrapped Dean in a tight embrace. "I'm so sorry."
He encircled her in his arms and rested his chin on the top of her head. "It's okay."
"No it's not," she insisted, voice becoming hoarse with emotion. "But you don't need him, okay? You have family here. You have me and Dorian. We're your family now."
Dean tightened his grip around her. "I know."
She smiled softly against his chest.
"I want you to meet someone," he whispered into her hair. "His name is Bobby. If anyone raised my brother and myself it was him." He cleared his throat. "He's known about Dor since I have and, well, I want him to meet the both of you."
"I'd like that," Chloe whispered back. "A lot."
She felt Dean's smile against her hair, and cuddled in against him tighter.