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Casa Winchester 2/3 
10th-May-2009 12:55 am
Title: Casa Winchester
Sequel toDemon In The House
Fandom: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Chloe Sullivan, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester/Lois Lane, Max Winchester, Adam Winchester
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Smallville
Summary: When Chloe opened the door she didn't expect to find John Winchester's OTHER sons on the doorstep. With John on a hunt and Lois out working its left to Chloe to fill in Sam and Dean about their father's secret other life, about why he stopped hunting Azazel, and about the brothers they never knew they had. 


Chloe wasn’t surprised when the moment she reached Max’s room with Sam and Dean, Max and Adam were already looking at the doorway, wary. They mightn’t have grown up the way Dean and Sam had, but they definitely had been taught that you had to be wary of both the supernatural and normal people as well.

“Hey boys.” She smiled, trying to relax in the tense atmosphere. “I think you’re gonna want introductions.”

Adam looked up from Sam and Dean, obviously nervous.

Max just frowned, looking every bit the protector he’d somehow self-proclaimed himself to be ever since the night Azazel had appeared in the house. The young boy had never seemed to fully forgive himself for hiding under the bed and just listening to Chloe’s screams, and didn’t listen to his aunt when she told him that that’d been the smartest thing he could have done.

“Adam, Max,” she took in a deep breath. “I would like you to meet Sam and Dean, your brothers.”

There was a moment’s silence, and despite the fact that Adam’s eyes widened and he would have hurriedly thrown himself towards the elder Winchesters, Max’s arm went out, blocking his path. His eyes, brown like his father’s, narrowed on the elder men. “Christo.”

Dean suddenly smirked, turning to Sam. “I like this kid.”

Max still wasn’t sure, talking to Chloe although he never took his suspicious gaze off of the elder Winchesters. “How do we know they’re not shape shifters? Or ghouls? Both would look identical to them and have their memories. This could be a trap.”

Adam’s eyes widened in fear and he hid behind Max, grabbing at the back of Max’s shirt.

Sam blinked, impressed. “This kid’s good.”

“Ghouls can’t come in the house Maxy, you know that. They can’t walk over the threshold.” Chloe reminded him about one of the many wards John Winchester had on his house. “Also, neither Mrs. Hendrik’s dog to our left nor Mr. Mulligan’s dog to the right acted up when they came to the door, and you dogs act up in the presence of shifters.”

Sam turned his gaze on Chloe in surprise.

Max’s eyes narrowed a little more for a fraction of a second before he lowered his hand to his side. “Are you really our big brothers?”

Dean cleared his throat, looking a little uncomfortable.

“Yeah.” Sam smiled, although it looked a little nervous, as he bent to his knees so that he was at eye-level with them. “It’s nice to meet you two.”

And suddenly the most beautiful smile appeared on Max’s face, and he and Adam threw themselves at their surprised brothers. Sam and Dean looked shocked, Dean more than Sam, but they smiled down a bit nervously at the boys, who were extremely excited and talking loudly at the same time, spurting out question after question nonstop.

“They get that from their mother.” Chloe explained when Dean sent her a questioning glance.

“Dad said you killed a werewolf when you were like eleven or something.” Max was saying to Dean, eyes wide. “Dude, that’s like, super, mega, uber coolI want to hunt and kill a werewolf too! You’re so awesome!”

Adam shook his head in agreement. “Awesome.”

And Dean was grinning brightly, his wariness completely forgotten. “I love kids.” He then started to recount the story of the werewolf hunt with what Chloe was sure were some embellishments on John’s tale.

Sam bit back a grin at his elder brother.

Chloe leaned against the wall, watching the four Winchester brothers with a grin. Somehow this was going to be alright, she was sure of that.

Shaking her head, Chloe slipped passed Sam and went down the stairs, deciding to make some sandwiches for the boys…the four of them. She knew that this peace wasn’t going to last long, the moment John through that doorway World War III would take place.

She blinked, reaching the kitchen.

What if Lois came back early from her undercover gig for the Daily Planet?

Sure, Lois had always known that her youngest ‘step-son’ was two years older than her…but how would reality match with fantasy when her cousin met Sam and Dean for herself?

Chloe knew that Lois wouldn’t have any problems with John’s elder sons being around, in fact, Lois would probably bring out a couple of beers for them, lay down the ground rules, clap them on the back and feed John to them alive without any hesitation (they were currently having a little tiff since John wasn’t happy with her taking the Crime Beat over at the DP).

But still…at first it was going to be awfully awkward.

Going to the pantry Chloe pulled out the bread and placed four slices in the toaster, putting them to toast and reaching for the kitchen phone when it rang. “Casa Winchester.” She greeted as she always did, phone nestled between her ear and her shoulder as she looked into the fridge and wondered what type of sandwiches to make.

She didn’t even have the faintest idea about what Sam and Dean might like.

“Hey Chlo.” Clark’s voice reached her ear. He sounded nervous and a little afraid. “Lana’s trying to cook again.”

That was enough to let Chloe know what the problem was.

Lana might be practically perfect in every other aspect, but she was a horror in the kitchen.

“You have a super stomach, you can handle some half raw or completely burnt food.”

“But she gives me super indigestion.” Clark whined, seeming quite a bit afraid. “And I think it’s only because of my super Kryptonian stomach that I didn’t get food poisoning the last time.”

Chloe bit back the laughter because he was probably right. “Why don’t you just sit Lana down and tell her sweetly and carefully that you love her to death, but that you’re more scared of her cooking than you are of Green K?”

“I can’t tell her that!” Clark groaned. “It’d hurt her feelings!”

“I don’t know Clark, she was married to Lex for like 60 seconds, but still, that’s enough to harden any woman.”

Clark gave a little growl, as he always did whenever he was reminded of the week-long marriage.

“Down boy. They’re divorced.”

“Yeah, he divorced her. Not the other way around.”

She sighed. “They were under the influence of a Kryptonian parasite couple who wanted world domination through their hosts. It’s neither Lex’s nor Lana’s faults that they got infected by the lover parasites. Anyway, you should have been expecting it. These stuff usually happen to the two of them.”

Why was that anyway?

Shaking her head, Chloe sighed. “How is he, anyway?”

“Lex?” Clark asked, referring to his best male friend. “Well, he’s still seeing that brunette, the one from the newspaper clipping.”

“Two dates? Consecutively? Wow.” Chloe snickered. “Who knew he had it in him? The horn dog.”

“You gotta give him some slack, Chlo.” Clark sighed. “You can’t be arguing with him all the time, or saying stuff like being married to him will harden a woman. He’s done nothing to you. He didn’t marry your love interest.”

Chloe bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing. At the time that that’d happened her love interest had been Clark, and the thought of him and Lex in blissful, holy matrimony was enough to make her burst out laughing. But somehow she kept herself serious.

“And anyway, I think he kinda likes you.”

“Proved by the fact that he’s dating yet another anonymous brunette?” Chloe snorted, picking up the mayonnaise and going to the toaster when it popped up the golden brown slices of bread.

“It’s a hunch.” Clark defended.

“Of course it is, Clark.” She rolled her eyes at him as she began to spread the mayonnaise on the bread.

“Based on actual proof this time!” Clark was not going to let this go.

“Oh yeah?” Chloe asked, raising an eyebrow. “And what proof would that be?”

“He always manages to ask about you during our conversations.” Clark announced victoriously.

“So?” Chloe snorted, not buying. “I always ridicule him during every conversation. What’s the difference?”

“Why do you ridicule him?” Clark wanted to know. “He hasn’t done anything to you. Or is that the problem?”

Chloe nearly choked. “Excuse me? What are you implying?”

Clark sounded like he was grinning. “You always ridicule him because you’re prickly that he hasn’t made a move on you and keeps dating the anonymous brunettes!”

“Clark Kent, it’s finally happened, all that Green K exposure has left you an idiot.” Chloe announced with total seriousness. “There are absolutely no feelings romantic-wise between me and Lex.”

“What about sexual?”

Her green eyes went wide, blushing. “Are you on Red K? ‘Cause you’re sounding an awful lot like Kal right about now.”

He chuckled. “No, it’s all Clark.”

“Better be.” Chloe narrowed her eyes. “Kal always found a way to hit on me.”

Clark sounded nervous. “Yeah, well…” He cleared his throat. “You’re mean.” There was the sound of shuffling. “Lana’s calling me to ask me to come and taste the food she’s cooking, I gotta go hide before she finds me.” And with that he hung up.

Raising her eyebrow at that, Chloe shook her head and laughed at her best friend and finished making the turkey sandwiches. Placing the sandwiches on a tray she went upstairs and grinned to see Dean and Sam sitting on Max’s bed, the younger boys sitting on the carpet eagerly, listening to Dean as he told them a story about a hunt he and Sam had had on board a plane.

“Anyone hungry?” Chloe asked, interrupting.

“Turkey sandwiches!” Max grinned, knowing without having to ask, as he got up and grabbed one, taking a big bite of it and grabbing one for Adam.

Chloe motioned to the two sandwiches left.

Sam hesitated for a second before smiling and reaching for one, nodding his thanks.

Dean took the last one and took a suspicious sniff off it before taking a small bite, his eyes widening. “This is good.”

“Aunt Chloe’s food is always good.” Adam announced as if this should be obvious.

“She watches that damned cooking channel enough.” Max grumbled. He resented the cooking channel and anything that took Chloe’s attention away from them. The six year old believed that Chloe’s world should revolve solely around him and Adam, and disliked it the few times that that assumption was proven wrong.

Chloe wanted to glare at him for his language and grin at him for his possessiveness when it came to her.

She settled for a scowl that lacked any real reproach. “Language.”

Max winced before grinning sheepishly at her. “Sorry aunt Chloe.”

“No you aren’t.” She couldn’t help but grin back at him.

“Yeah, you’re right, I’m not.” Max’s teeth showed with his mischievous grin. “But it’ll make you less annoyed with me if I apologize.”

“There’s no doubt left.” Sam suddenly announced, turning to Dean. “That kid is definitely related to you. It’s like having a mini you or something.”

“I know.” Dean grinned. “It’s beautiful to watch.”

Chloe laughed.

She couldn’t help it.

“Is there any pie left?” Adam asked, having a voracious appetite when it came to pie. He turned to Sam and stage whispered: “She makes the best pie.”

Sam nodded, amused.

Dean’s eyes widened. “She makes pie?” He turned to Chloe. “If it’s any good I’ll marry you.”

Chloe raised an eyebrow at him, speaking in a deadpanned way. “Wow, how romantic, however could I decline such an offer?”

Sam grinned.


It was several hours later, when they were all downstairs watching TV, that Lois Lane stumbled into the house, looking exhausted and about to fall asleep on her feet.

“MOMMY!” Adam and Max got up and ran to the mother they hadn’t seen for a week, wrapping themselves around her.

Sam and Dean stood, expressions conflicted before they both went blank.

“I missed you two so much.” Lois announced with a smile as she went to her knees and drew her sons into her arms, closing her eyes in happiness. “I’m telling Perry that I can’t do these undercover pieces anymore. I miss my family too much.”

“We missed you too.” Adam replied solemnly.

Giving her boys one last hug and kiss, Lois grinned as she got up and blinked when she suddenly noticed Sam and Dean.

Her brown eyes widened in surprise. “Wow, you can just tell by looking at the two of you that you’re John’s sons.”

Dean shuffled his weight from one foot to the others, obviously uncomfortable with meeting his father’s woman.

Sam smiled painfully at her. “It’s a nice house you have here, ma’am.”

Lois suddenly snorted. “Ma’am? Come on, you two are ancient compared to me.”

Dean frowned, making a face at that.

Sam blinked in surprise.

“It was about time you two actually found him, you know, I thought you would have a long time ago, but you were busy hunting down that thing that dared threaten my sons and cousin.” Lois suddenly frowned, eyes dark and stormy. “You put him down, right?”

Dean nodded stiffly. “Yes. Azazel is dead.”

And Lois suddenly grinned. “Good. Who popped the bas----.” She cleared her throat, remembering that her sons were there. “Who did the honors?”

Sam’s smile was turning somewhat amused, and a little more genuine.

Dean was still stiff. “Me.”

“I’m envious. Wanted to do it myself.” Lois responded truthfully. “Feel at home, this is your place as well. And don’t argue with me on that point, okay? I’m cranky and haven’t had a good night’s rest or time with my sons so you don’t want to have a fight with me. I fight dirty. Just ask your father.” She turned to Chloe. “Where is John, anyway?”

Chloe cleared her throat. “Hunting.”

Lois’ eyes widened. “He went hunting without me?” Those eyes then narrowed as she turned to Dean and Sam. “If there’s anything left of him after you’re done, leave it to me. The promise breaking soon to be under my high heels man.”

That finally brought a little spark of mirth to Dean’s hazel gaze as he nodded.

Lois sighed, returning to the previous topic. “So, no matter how awkward this has been, welcome to Casa Winchester. As I said, this is your house too, so feel at home. Beers are in the fridge and Chloe’s our very own Martha Stewart---thank God because I only go into the kitchen when the necessity is life-threatening----so you guys have good food.”

Chloe had at first thought that she was a burden on the family by staying with Lois and John without working, only studying, but then she’d realized how they desperately needed a cook and cleaner and someone to look after the boys, and she’d realized that it was a fair trade. Her work was in the house, making sure the boys didn’t destroy it.

It was a compelling and quite adventurous ‘job’ but she couldn’t say she wasn’t enjoying it.

“I’m going to take a bath and sleep away my exhaustion so I’ll leave you all here to enjoy the rest of the night.” Bending down to kiss Max and Adam once more, Lois climbed the stairs and was gone from sight in seconds.

“Dude.” Dean turned to Sam when he was over. “That was our step mom.”

Sam nodded.

Dean shook his head. “Kinda getting dad’s point of view here.”

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. “Dude. Stepmom. Remember?”

“I know. Still.”

Sam groaned, obviously used to Dean acting like this but it didn’t mean that it didn’t annoy him.

Chloe grinned.

Somehow she felt that it’d make Lois annoyingly smug if she found out that her stepson thought she was attractive.

“Let’s finish the movie.” Max announced, finally speaking.

They returned to their places in the sofa, Chloe with the two boys curled around her, and while she did her best to stay awake she found herself drifting to sleep.


The next thing Chloe knew she was moving, or better said being moved, and for a second she was terrified, a flash of memory of yellow eyes taunting her causing her to try to wake completely, but then she heard John’s voice murmuring softly above her.

“We’ll talk after we get her to bed.”

“I thought your hunt was going to take you longer.” Dean announced, voice emotionless. “Sir.”

“I told Chloe I’d wrap it up.” Was all John said as someone opened the door to her bedroom for him. “Thank you Sammy.”

“Don’t call me that.” Sam’s voice was dark, hissed, and barely controlled.

John sighed, moving her to her bed and laying her gently on it, pulling the covers up over her before leaving her side. “Let’s go to my study. It’s soundproof. We can shout as much as I feel we’re going to without waking up the rest of the house.”

His voice was resigned.

His sons were silent as the door closed behind them, leaving Chloe in darkness.

Hugging her pillow to her, Chloe kept her eyes closed, hoping that once the shouts were let out and the anger vented, father and sons could finally make their peace.

For all their sakes, let it be so.



12th-May-2009 04:50 am (UTC)
The four WInchester boys are too cute!!!
12th-May-2009 01:10 pm (UTC)
I know! I just wanna squishy them in a big bear hug! lol
8th-Jul-2010 07:48 am (UTC)
i officially LOVE adam and max. they are just ADORABLE!! And i love the stepbrothers' interaction, wondeful. Personally, I love John loads but i hope he suffers a littler. Poor boys :(
8th-Jul-2010 11:52 am (UTC)
Haha, I think that is most people's feeling towards John.
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