Title: Meeting Sam Winchester
Sequel to: Possession
and Being Good Is Overrated
Pairing: Chloe Sullivan/Sam Winchester
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Supernatural
Summary: Chloe has been seeing shadow people for three days now and knows that something is about to happen, but she never thought Sam Winchester would appear at her workplace, and wasn't ready for what he had to say...or the immense attraction and connection she feels to the man tortured by his own memories.
Note: Written for My Paranormal 150 Prompt Table
THIS CHAPTER'S PROMPT IS: #71. Precognition.
The night had been informative and surprisingly fun. They’d gone to their respective beds late into the night and Chloe had found herself sleeping better than she had in a long time. She’d so well she’d overslept, and because of that she’d rushed to her bathroom cursing faulty alarm clocks.
One of the many good things about Kahn being forcefully retired was that Perry White had taken over the Daily Planet as Editor In Chief, and unlike Kahn, Perry liked Chloe and wasn’t looking for a reason to fire her.
Staggering out of the bathroom, deciding that there was no time to do anything other than run a brush through her hair rapidly while driving, Chloe stopped dead in her tracks when she reached her kitchen.
Sam Winchester stood wearing Lois’ apron (which was black and said Screw Kissing The Cook, Just Screw ‘Em), pulling the frying pan off of the fire and shoveled the fluffy, heavenly looking omelet onto a plate filled with French toast dribbled with a little maple syrup and next to a cup of steaming coffee.
“Morning.” Sam announced, grinning, looking completely at ease in the kitchen, still holding onto the frying pan. “I went out and bought some things at the store this morning while you were sleeping and decided to make you breakfast as a thank you for letting me stay here while I find a place of my own.”
He’d cooked for her.
How am I not supposed to fall in love like this?
“That’s for me?” Chloe whispered, looking ravenously at the food. How long had it been since she’d had something homemade?
“Yeah.” Sam nodded, smile slipping slightly. “You don’t like it?”
“No, no!” She quickly sat down on the stool and grabbed the utensils. “I’m just in shock. No one’s ever cooked for me before.” Cutting a piece of the omelet she brought it to her mouth and stifled a moan at the taste of ambrosia of the gods.
Sam watched her eating for a minute and grinned before turning his back on her and placing the frying pan in the already half-filled sink. He reached for the washing liquid and the scrubbing brush when suddenly his whole body went tense and his hands went to his head.
“Sam?” Chloe frowned when she heard a muffled groan of pain, and dropped her fork when Sam sunk to the floor, crying out in agony. “Sam!”
Off of the stool in seconds Chloe had rounded the counter and was on her knees in front of him, not sure whether to touch him or not, not knowing what was happening.
Sam curled up in a ball on the floor, agonized groans guttural and deep escaping his lips.
“Sam…” Close to tears, Chloe knew that she should be calling the ambulance, but some instinct deep inside of her commanded her to not leave his side, and she draped herself over him, hugging him tightly. “It’s going to be alright Sam, it’s going to be alright.”
She didn’t know what was happening or how she could tell him it was going to be alright, but he seemed to be calming somewhat under her touch, so she closed her eyes and continued to whisper to him, rubbing her hands over his skin soothingly. Chloe whimpered in pain when he gripped her arm with one of his tightly, nearly cutting the circulation, but she endured it.
She was helping him.
She just knew it.
A cry of surprise escaped her lips when Sam brought to towards him violently, wrapping his arms around her so tightly it was painful as he hid his face in the crook of her neck, his groans of agony against her skin. Chloe bit back her own pain and wrapped her arms around him, running her hands up and down his back slowly.
“It’s okay Sammy.” She whispered into his ear. “It’s going to be okay.”
Whatever she was doing seemed to be working, because Sam’s cries died down to nothing, and then his body slowly relaxed until he let go of her and leaned back heavily against the cupboard.
On her knees in front of him, Chloe surprised herself by reached forwards and brushing the hair out of his pale face. “Sammy?” She whispered, willing him to look at her, so worried. “Are you okay? What happened?”
Sam looked up at her, eyes dark. “You’re not going to work today.”
“Huh?” Confused, Chloe didn’t understand what one thing had to do with the other. “What are you talking about? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?”
Sam’s hand shot out and grabbed hers, pulling her towards him, eyes darker and narrowed, bringing her so close towards him that she could feel him breathing. “You’re not going to work today.”
She knew she should be scared.
She had a near stranger in her home, manhandling her with a crazed, dark look in his eyes, but the only emotion Chloe was fighting this moment was arousal. Sam had easily slid her towards him on the tiled floor and she was kneeling between his knees, both of them were breathing hard.
At least Sam had an excuse.
He’d just had some sort of attack.
What was her defense for suddenly finding it hard to breathe and getting obviously flustered?
He must think I’m some sort of skank. He nearly dies and I get horny!
“Call your boss and tell him your taking the day off.” Sam told her.
“Why?” She asked, cursing herself for how breathy her voice was. “What happened to you?”
Had---had his gaze just darted to her lips?
Sam gave a little growl and let go of her, looking away, closing his eyes tightly. “I---the demon blood in me gave me some abilities. I---I have visions.”
Chloe blinked, breaking out of her cloud of lust. “Visions.”
He still wouldn’t look at her, a muscle jumping in his cheek. “Yes.”
“What just happened…was you getting a vision?” Chloe asked, although the answer was obvious so she didn’t wait for one. “What did you see? Why shouldn’t I go to work today?”
“We need to look for someone you know, short, skinny, blonde, male, not very good looking.” He responded.
“Jimmy?” Chloe asked, worried, figuring out immediately who Sam was talking about from the description. “Why do we need to find my ex boyfriend?”
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “That was your ex boyfriend?”
“He, yes.” Chloe nodded, not exactly understanding his reaction. “We met during high school while we were interning at the Daily Planet.” She looked away from Sam, blushing. “Lost our virginities together in the copier room.”
There was a low growl.
Eyes widening, Chloe turned towards Sam in surprise.
Had he just----?
He was glaring at her.
Why was he--?
“We have to find him right away.” Sam announced, looking away. “He’s going to be in trouble, I didn’t see exactly what it was, but I heard him calling you for help. That’s how I knew you know him.”
Chloe, realizing that Jimmy was in danger, stood to her feet rapidly and left Sam on the floor, heading towards her bag and searching frantically for her phone. Finding it she dialed the number by heart and pressing the speakerphone she listened to the sound of the dialtone.
Sam picked himself up from the floor and went to the sink, leaning back against it, characteristically silent as the call continued to ring.
“Pick up, James.” Chloe whispered, forgetting all about her little skankitude with Sam moments ago, her whole being focused on her ex. “Pick up!”
And he did. “Bright Eyes?”
She sighed with relief, smiling. “Jimmy, gees, am I glad you picked up.”
“You okay Chlo?” Jimmy asked, worried. “You sound worried.”
“I am.” She reassured. “How are you?”
“You’re worried about me?” He seemed utterly pleased by that piece of news. “That’s sweet of you, Bright Eyes.”
She looked up when she saw Sam scribble something on the notepad that’d spilled out from her bag and onto the table when she’d gone searching for her phone, reading what he’d written.
Keep him out of the office.
“Hey Jimmy, I just got a tip from an anonymous source about something weird going on around the Kawatche Caves in Smallville and I remembered how much you liked them when I took you there last time---.”
“Yeah, that trip was memorable.” Jimmy chuckled a bit too tellingly.
Chloe blushed, refusing to look at Sam, horrified. “Uh, yeah. Look, a friend and I are going to check it out, and I was wondering if you could come along. It’d be great if we find something that we could have photographic proof.”
“A friend?” Jimmy asked.
“Yeah.” She nodded. “He was there when I got the tip and he’s interested in maybe interning at the Daily Planet so this would be a great time to show him how real reporters do it.”
Sam raised an eyebrow at her.
She gave him a ‘what did you expect me to say?’ look.
There was a moment’s silence before Jimmy responded. “Cool. I’ll be there as soon as the traffic allows, and I’ll phone in the Chief to let him know we’re out on a story.”
“Great Jimmy, thanks.”
“Anything for you, Bright Eyes.”
Hanging up, Chloe sighed in relief before frowning. “Now I have to think up something to tell Jimmy, something news worthy. Buwhat?”
Sam still had his eyebrow raised. “Bright Eyes?”
“What?” Chloe asked, blushing. “You never got a weird name from any girlfriend?”
He thought it over before shaking his head. “Nope. It was mostly just ‘Sam’.”
“Yeah, well, you went out with uncreative girls then.” She sniffed, grabbing her bag. “Come on, let’s go. We have to get to the Kawatche Caves before Jimmy does and have a story he’ll believe.”
Sam took off his apron and went to his room, bringing out his pack, going through the contents before looking in her direction. “We’re taking my car.”
Chloe smiled when she remembered the beautiful ‘67 Chevy Impala. “What? Are you waiting for me to complain?” She scoffed. “Have you seen the beauty you drive?”
Sam was silent for a moment. “Dean would have liked you.”
Unwilling to let him fall into a depressed mood, Chloe grinned. “Thanks.”
Sam watched her thoughtfully before shaking his head with a small yet existent smile as they left the apartment, destination the Kawatche Caves.
His car was cool.
Chloe had fallen in love with it once she’d gotten inside, and when she’d looked inside and found some AC/DC cassettes she’d decided that she was in heaven. She wasn’t much for Metalica, but AC/DC?
Placing one of the cassettes into the player she’d laughed and shook back and forth, dancing around in her seat, singing the words toTNT. She couldn’t believe that Sam listened to this music, he didn’t look like a guy who’d appreciate AC/DC, but she guessed that maybe it was just a part of his mystery.
So into the song and enjoying herself as it turned into It’s A Long Way To The Top (If You Wanna Rock & Roll), Chloe didn’t notice the way Sam was watching her, his expression a mixture of nostalgia and amusement.
“My brother would have definitely liked you.”
Sending him a curious glance, she noticed the fork in the road and pointed which direction to go. She’d already given him the basic directions to get to the caves, but did so again just in case.
They made it to the caves and Sam asked her to stay in the car while he went to check things out and ‘prepare’. Chloe had fought that saying that this was her territory, but after being threatened to be tied to her seat she’d sulked and stayed inside…at least until Sam disappeared inside of the caves with his bag filled with mysterious thingymagigers she was just dying to examine.
Getting out of the Impala, Chloe rounded to the back and popped open the trunk. It looked ordinary. And then she found the lever to the fake bottom and discovered Sam Winchester’s weapons cache.
Grinning like a child on Christmas day Chloe went through the guns, stakes, and other things as well that she had no idea what they were but intended on asking Sam as soon as he came back. She noticed an intricate symbol drawn on the inside of the hood of the trunk, and wondered what it was and what it meant.
Picking up a bottle of water, she opened the lid and smelt it. She guessed that it might be holy water, but it didn’t seem different from her tap water, so she wasn’t too sure.
Hearing the sound of Jimmy’s car, Chloe quickly closed the lid of the trunk and turned, realizing belatedly that she still had the container with water in her hand.
“Bright Eyes!” Jimmy called happily, parking and coming towards her, camera hanging around his neck. “I’m here and ready to help you make front page!”
Grinning, Chloe was glad that she and her ex had managed to stay friends even though their short relationship had gone nowhere. “Jimmy!”
“I’m glad you called me.” Jimmy announced, coming towards her with a grin. “I was going to approach you at work today.”
“Really? Why? Got a lead yourself?” Chloe asked, hoping that was true, because since her lead was made up they’d need a good story.
“No, just missed you is all.” Jimmy announced, smiling. His gaze went to her bottle of water. “Great! You brought water! I’m so thirsty!”
Chloe’s eyes widened as Jimmy took the bottle from her, unscrewed the top, and took huge, greedy gulps of the water…
…and then his body froze before Jimmy dropped the bottle of water and shrieked in pain, collapsing to the ground, steam seeming to rise from his body.
“Jimmy?” Chloe whispered.
He turned to her, eyes black as the night, mouth foaming as he clutched his stomach, the holy water wrecking havoc to the demon within Jimmy Olsen. “You bitch!” He shrieked in agony, rolling on the ground, grip on his stomach tightening. “How did you know?”
But just like the last time luck had been on her side and the demon had revealed itself.
“SAM!” Reaching down quickly for the bottle, Chloe poured the rest of the water on Jimmy, trembling at the sound of the shriek. “GET OUT HERE!”
The demon screamed in agony, the sound so inhuman it nearly made her knees buckle.
Sam hurried out from the cave, freezing when he saw Jimmy at her feet, steaming and screaming despite the foam that covered his lips. In a second Sam had regained control over his surprise and was by her side.
The demon looked up at Sam and Jimmy’s eyes widened in horror. “Its you.” And with that Jimmy threw his head back and the black mass Chloe remembered all too well erupted violently from his mouth as the demon fled.
In seconds it was gone, and Jimmy was left on the ground, coughing, looking around him in confusion. “Bright Eyes?” He asked, wiping at the foam on his mouth and sitting up on the ground. “What---what happened? What am I doing here?”
Chloe frowned, sitting down. “What’s the last thing you remember?”
Jimmy frowned, scratching his head. “Last thing I remember was hearing the phone ring. And then nothing.”
Chloe closed her eyes and bent her head. They’d been too late to warn him. By the time he’d picked up the phone he’d already been possessed.
And she knew why he’d been targeted.
I’m so sorry, Jimmy. This is my fault. I should have thought that they might have gone after you and gotten you a necklace too.
“---and then you fell and hit your head.” Sam announced, obviously in the middle of ‘explaining’ things to Jimmy.
The photographer scratched his head. “It’s not sore, but mom always told me I was hardheaded anyway.” He looked up at Sam. “Don’t tell me, you’re a Kansas boy, aren’t you?”
Sam blinked in surprise, nodding. “I was born in Lawrence.”
Chloe turned to look at him in surprise.
He was born in Lawrence?
That was only a couple of hours drive from here!
“I knew it.” Jimmy sighed, accepting Sam’s help up and craning his head back slightly to take in Sam’s full height, smiling wryly. “They grow ‘em big in Kansas.”
Sam looked confused.
Chloe, though, understood the reference.
Jimmy looked from Chloe to Sam and back before sighing. “Well Bright---Chloe---since the investigation was a bust and I somehow knocked myself out for a second, I think I’m just going to go home and call in sick, okay?”
“Okay.” Chloe nodded, smiling guiltily at him. “Drive safe Jimmy.”
“You too, Chloe.” He gave Sam a once over. “Take care of her.” And with that he walked towards his car, got in, and drove away.
Sam then turned on Chloe. “I thought I told you to stay in the car?”
“Well, if I had I wouldn’t have had the holy water and we wouldn’t have known until too late that he was possessed.” Chloe replied.
Sam sighed, looking away. “I actually had a feeling from the vision that he might have been possessed. I was making a Devil’s Trap when you called for me.”
“A Devil’s Trap?” Chloe asked, intrigued.
Sam shook his head at her before motioning with his chin towards the Impala. “I’ll tell you all about it when we get back to your apartment.”
“But I have to work today.” She pouted. “And you are going to have to drop me off to work, so you can tell me all about it on the way there. And while you’re at it, you can tell me about these visions of yours.”
For a second Sam looked like he was going to be difficult about it, then he sent her a sideways glance and nodded. “Okay. Deal. Let’s go get you to your job before you get fired.”
As they walked back to the Impala, Chloe couldn’t help but smile.
She didn’t know what there was to be so happy about, but she was…happy.
And that was all that mattered.