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.
Are you sure that my brother won't punch me? We didn't exactly part on good terms.
Chloe smiled softly as she texted back: Your father was the one who disowned you, Sam, not Dean.
"Whatcha up to?" Dean wanted to know from behind her.
She jumped, eyes wide, and turned around, hiding her phone behind her back. "Nothing."
Dean raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't look like 'nothing'."
"Texting," she quickly supplied. "Is everything ready? I think everything's ready. People are arriving." She slipped her phone into her pocket and flashed Dean a shaky smile as she moved passed him, only to stop when he grabbed her arm. "Yeah?"
Dean licked his lips. "Is everything alright? You've been - weird - these last couple of days."
"I'm fine." She smiled at him and tried not to flinch when the sound of a DING in her pocket proved that Sam had written back.
Dean's eyes narrowed slightly. "Who do you keep texting? Is it… is it the guy you went out on a date with the other night?"
"It wasn't a date." She cleared her throat. "And yeah. It's him."
Dean dropped his grip on her arm. "Oh." He looked away and cleared his throat. "Well, Romeo is going to have to do without you for a couple of hours because our son is having his first birthday and this is a family event. We can't have you missing the Happy Birthday song because you're texting this guy."
She shook her head. "I won't."
"You don't know that," he countered.
"He's, uh, coming here." Chloe didn't miss the sharp way that Dean jerked to look in her direction. "He won't get in the way, I promise." She paused and smiled softly. "You'll like him."
"Sure I will." A muscle jumped in his cheek. "Be sure to let me know when Prince Charming arrives." He cleared his throat. "In the meantime, let's go celebrate our son's first birthday with the others."
Chloe smiled up at him. "Let's."
"Where's Chloe?" Lois wanted to know as she held up the birthday boy. They'd all sung and blown out the candles on Dorian's ridiculously gigantic cake, and now everyone was mingling with each other.
"She went to let her boyfriend in." Dean couldn't keep the harsh tone from his voice. Sure, Chloe had every right to have a boyfriend, and it was none of Dean's business, but he couldn't help but dislike this guy without even knowing him. He sure as hell didn't want him here at his kid's birthday either. Why did she have to invite him? And why the hell did she think that he'd actually like the asshole?
"Boyfriend?" Lois's voice went dark. "She has a boyfriend?"
"Yeah." Dean stabbed his fork into his piece of cake, somewhat happy to realize that he wasn't the only one who didn't approve of this new development. "I'm about to meet him since she invited him to our kid's birthday party."
A muscle jumped in Lois' cheek. "Wait until I get that girl in my grip, I'm going to—."
Dean didn't hear what Lois would've done, because Dean noted movement coming from the house and he looked up, quite ready to hate the fuck out of this guy and find (and point out) to Chloe all the reasons why a relationship with him wouldn't work. Who tried to pick up a young mother who was in a stable and established… uh… family… anyway?
And yet all of Dean's dark thoughts immediately evaporated when Chloe emerged from the house, a smile on her face, and behind her… emerged his baby brother. "Sammy?"
"You know him?" Lois asked, shocked.
"That's my brother." Dean's eyes were wide in utter shock. "What's he doing here?"
"She's dating your brother?" Lois blinked.
He shot her a look before he pushed forwards through the crowd, heading towards them in a near daze. What was Sammy doing here? How did he know about this place? Had Bobby called him? Why had he come though? He hadn't spoken to Dean since he'd left for school!
Sam noticed him and straightened immediately. "Hi Dean."
"Sammy." Dean looked up at him in utter shock. "You're here."
"Yeah." Sam nodded. "I'm here."
Dean cleared his throat and turned to Chloe. "Chlo, this is my kid brother, Sam."
Chloe and Sam shared looks before Sam smiled. "We already met, Dean." He cleared his throat. "Why do you think I'm here?"
And then it clicked. Chloe's weirdness. Her texting. Her terrible attempts at being secretive. Her "it's not a date". Damn it. There'd never been a dude trying to play step-daddy! She'd been going behind his back and talking to his brother and — and Sammy was here. He was here.
"I'm going to go and bring Dorian over so he can meet his Uncle Sam," Chloe announced before conveniently disappearing into the crowd.
Dean just looked up at Sam. "Have you gotten taller? You're a freaking mountain."
Sam chuckled. "If I ever had any doubt whether you were really you…"
Dean grinned. "There's only one me, bro."
"Thank god," Sam snickered. "I don't think the world would be able to handle two of you."
"Fuck you man," Dean laughed. "I'm precious."
They shared a genuine laugh at that.
Sam cleared his throat. "So, Chloe's really nice."
Dean nodded as a small smile touched his lips. "I lucked out with her, you have no clue how much."
Sam eyed him curiously. "She said you two aren't actually together, you're just friends raising your kid together."
Dean paused, not exactly sure why that sounded so… off… to him. "We're not friends, Sammy. She and Dorian are family."
"Of course," Sam was quick to agree. "How did dad take the news?"
"I've been disowned," Dean muttered.
Sam's eyes widened. "I didn't think he'd take it that bad."
"He didn't," Dean assured him. "What he took badly was my refusing to leave them and go to his hunts like he wanted me to."
Sam watched him carefully.
"Sorry to interrupt…" Chloe returned, Dorian in her arms. "But I have someone I want you to meet."
Sam's eyes widened and he grinned. "Hey birthday boy! I got you a gift!"
Chloe grinned up at Sam. "Wanna hold him?"
Sam's eyes turned to her. "Can I?"
She smiled brighter. "Of course."
Sam eased Dorian into his arms and stared down at his nephew's face. "God, he's beautiful."
"That's my handsome boy," Chloe gushed, her hand on Sam's arm.
Dean looked between them and suddenly became very uncomfortable. It took only one step to stand next to Chloe, an arm finding its way around her shoulders in a casual gesture. "Well, obviously, he looks just like me."
Chloe slapped his abs. "You're so full of it."
Dean looked at the three most important people in his life, and smiled.
"So, he's hot," Lois declared as she, and a few intimidate others, stayed behind after the party. Her gaze was on Sam, who held a can of beer and was talking to Clark. "They're probably discussing what life is like staring down at us little people."
Chloe nudged her cousin with a laugh. "Behave."
"When do I ever?" Lois wanted to know as she took a sip of her own beer. "Is he single?"
Chloe raised an eyebrow. "You could always ask."
"Too much effort." Lois made a face before she waved when she caught Clark looking in their direction. "Plus… believe it or not… things seem to be URST-y between me and Smallville. You know, despite his penchant for plaid, he's actually seriously hot."
Clark blushed darkly.
He'd probably heard that.
Chloe eyed her cousin. "Please don't rape him in some drunken stupor. Go easy on him. At least the first time. For me."
"For you," Lois agreed with a toast of her can of beer. Her gaze shifted towards where Dean was laughing at something Lex was saying. "You know, I nearly killed you when Dean said you were bringing your boyfriend."
Chloe's gaze shifted towards the father of her son. "It would've been none of your business if I really had brought a boyfriend."
"When has that stopped me before?" Lois wanted to know. "You've got a great man there, Cuz. And as Godmother I have a say in this. He loves Dorian."
"I know that," Chloe mumbled. "I've never doubted that."
"Then why haven't you done something?" Lois wanted to know. "He's spent this whole night either keeping an eye on either you or Dorian, or being with you and Dorian. He obviously cares about the two of you a lot."
"Of course he does, we're family," Chloe declared, uncomfortable and wanting to change the subject. "Can you be a great cousin and drop this?"
Lois opened her mouth, and then she sighed and nodded. "So, have you heard from Lana lately?"
And with that, Chloe happily changed subject.
Dean still couldn't believe that Sammy was here. The afterparty had ended and everyone heading home. A part of him was happy because it meant he had his duplex back to himself, but the other was reluctant to see Chloe and Dorian leave. He'd noticed it early on when Bobby had first arrived. Dean was used to coaxing Chloe into spending the night in the spare bedroom with Dorian where Dean knew they'd both be safe and sound - not just from the supernatural, but from metahumans, or plain old human baddies. He'd tricked out the duplex as best as he could to ensure their safety - had done some work to her car, and had given Chloe her own protective charm. She was hardly ever without him anyway, so he'd felt quite pleased with it all. But now she spent all her nights at her own house, and while she let Dorian stay over with Dean and Bobby, Dean couldn't sleep because she was in that damned house with her unreliable father.
Sure, Gabe had been doing much better, but he relapsed sometimes. Not only that, but Dean couldn't see Gabe being able to protect himself from any sort of attack, much less his daughter. Instead, Dean could easily imagine Chloe getting hurt trying to protect her father. He'd had nightmares of that, actually. He'd seen evil crap while growing up, and his memories fueled his nightmares as most nights he tossed and turned, thinking about how easy prey she'd be for any monster out there.
He wanted to tell Chloe, wanted to tell her everything, but he was terrified that she wouldn't believe him, that she'd think he was insane and ask him to leave. One thing was finding out about metahumans, they were actually scientifically possible, but monsters? He couldn't take the risk. He couldn't. So instead he'd protect her from the shadows as best as he could.
It'll be enough, it has to be.
His gaze searched the crowd for her. She was in a group with Bobby, her father, and Sam. The older men talked amongst themselves while she held Dorian in her arms and laughed at something Sam said as he reached out and softly brushed his nephew's hair.
Chloe paused when Sam's outstretched hand pushed a strand of blonde hair out of her face and behind her ear.
Dean narrowed his eyes. That, was that something a brother-in-law usually did? He wasn't used to family interaction, and this was probably all innocent, but still he found himself moving towards them. "Sammy, ready to sleep on the couch?"
Sam and Chloe shared a look before she turned to him. "I offered him one of the guest rooms at my house."
Oh, she had, had she? Why? His brother could sleep happily on Dean's couch, it wasn't like he hadn't grown up sleeping in more uncomfortable places.
"It's okay—," Sam began.
"Nonsense, you are too long for the couch!" Chloe wasn't having any of it. "You're coming home with me, no ifs ands or buts."
Sam hesitated before he nodded. "Ok."
What the hell?
Chloe smiled up at him before she turned to Dean. "See you tomorrow Dean."
Dean fought his frown as he reached over and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Night Chlo." He then kissed Dorian's forehead.
Her eyes widened and she stared at him in shock for a couple of seconds before she turned to Sam, overly enthusiastic. "Let's go. You're driving in the car with me."
Sam smiled down at Chloe, waved to Dean, and took her bag from her, the two of them walking away with Dorian. Sam leaned in towards Chloe and said something that had her throwing her head back and laughing. Dorian looked up at his uncle with wide eyes and a smile on his face, as if he too had understood the joke. Sam opened the door for them, and together they left.
For the first time that night, Dean wasn't overjoyed that his brother was there in Smallville.
"You're good for my brother," Sam declared as they had hot cocoa late into the night in her kitchen. "I barely recognized the guy in that duplex, but that was a really good thing." He paused and smiled. "I'm glad I came."
"So am I." Chloe blew at the steam rising form her mug. "I was scared you wouldn't."
"After all you'd shown and told me I had to see it for myself," Sam admitted. "I never thought my brother would leave our dad, that he'd start a life of his own. Even though you two are only friends he's closer to you than he's ever been to any other woman. They've always been sex objects for him, but he honestly cares about you, I can see it in the way that he acts with you, talks to you, and keeps an eye on you." He smiled. "And he adores his son."
Chloe grinned brightly, overflowing with happiness. Nothing could make this night any better than it'd been. "I lucked out with him. You have no idea how much."
Sam watched her and smiled.
She smiled back at him. "I'm really happy you're here, Sam." She licked her lips, a little nervous. "I know that Dean was overjoyed to have you at the party, he's missed you a lot even if he'll never come out and say it, and it would be really great if you keep in contact." She paused. "Just because your dad disowned you doesn't mean you don't have family." She hoped she wasn't overstepping her boundaries. "You've got a brother and a nephew here who I expect you to visit as frequently as you can." She looked up at him. "And we'll come visit you too, if that's alright."
He stared down at her for a couple of minutes before he smiled. "I'd really like that."
Heart overwhelmed with happiness, Chloe smiled brightly up at him and took a sip of her cocoa.
A knock sounded at the door.
Surprised, Chloe shared a look with Sam before she moved out the kitchen, through the living room towards the front door. She peered out through the peephole and then paused, surprised to see who was on the other side of the door. Unlocking it quickly, she threw open the door. "Dean?"
"Hey." He smiled at her before it dimmed slightly as he gazed behind her. "Sammy."
"Did something happen?" Chloe wanted to know as she stepped out onto the porch.
"No, I, I just really wanted to see our kid." There was something odd in his eyes.
"Sure." Chloe blinked, a little confused, but stepped aside so he could walk in. "Sam and I were just having hot cocoa." She locked the door behind him. "Are you sure everything's okay?"
Sam eyed Dean before he turned to Chloe. "I'm going to head in."
"Sleep well!" She called as he moved towards the stairs, before she turned to Dean. "You look a little off. Are you drunk?"
He raised an eyebrow at her. "No."
Curious as to what was going on, Chloe motioned with her head for him to follow as she led him up to her room. Once he stepped in and headed towards the crib lit by the nightlight, Chloe entered and closed the door behind her, resting her mug on her bedside table as she sat on her bed and just watched Dean gazing down at his sleeping son.
Dean reached down and softly caressed Dorian's cheek, making sure not to wake him up, before sighing as he moved to the bed and collapsed on it, visibly tired. Chloe shifted so that she was facing him. "You want to tell me why you're really here now?"
He rested his forearm over his eyes. "I'm an ungrateful dick."
Amused by this turn of events, Chloe chuckled. "How so?"
He sighed, leaving his forearm where it was. "Instead of being happy that you and my brother are getting along so well, I really don't like it."
Chloe froze, shocked. "Why?"
"I don't know," he groaned. "It's frustrating!" In seconds he'd sat up and was facing her. "You're the mother of my son and I don't like you going home with someone else, even if it's my own dork of a brother."
Chloe's eyes widened. "I see."
"Do you? Do you really?" He stressed. "Because if you do, please explain it to me. I have no idea why the hell I wanted to punch Sammy when you opened the door and he was there."
Chloe bit down on her bottom lip. "Dean…"
"And I don't like you sleeping here, okay? There! I said it!" He threw his hands in the air. "I don't like the thought of you sleeping under this roof, so far away from me that I can't be there the second something happens. I can't sleep at night. So if you won't let me take the couch then I'm getting a damned bigger place, no matter how much it'll break my budget, because I need to know that you're there and safe."
She shook, her mouth dry. "Dean…"
"I know it's your life and I have no say in it—."
Chloe didn't try to speak any further. She surged forwards, straddling Dean's lap as she cupped his face and kissed him, shocking the both of them with how forward she was. When Dean's hands stayed pressed against the bed she faltered for a second before she shifted further onto his lap and teased his mouth open. Her heart was racing in fear that she was making a huge mistake, and yet, at the first flick of her tongue she cried out as suddenly she was on her back and Dean on top of her, his mouth working so hard against hers she could barely breathe.
She whimpered, grabbing hold of his shirt and holding him in place as she kissed him back.
Finally Dean pulled away, eyes wide as he stared down at her. "I see."
She let out a nervous little laugh as she stared up at him. "Do you really?"
"Yeah." He nodded, voice hoarse. "You and Dorian are moving in with me first thing tomorrow morning."
"What?" Was all she could choke out before his mouth was on hers once more and she lost the ability to think.
Life wasn't just going to fall into place, and they were definitely going to have to work out how this changed things, but as Dean slipped his hand up her thigh, Chloe pulled him closer and whimpered into his mouth, a sound which he swallowed greedily.
They'd work out things. Later. Tonight they'd make up for all the time they'd wasted.
Tomorrow, Dorian would awaken to find both of his parents sleeping happily on the same bed for the first time ever, and while the little baby wouldn't be able to truly understand the monumental shift that had taken place, the sight of his mom and dad would make him smile.
And that was all that mattered.