Fic: Chloe's Taxi Service (1/1) A chance winchesterverse story.
Fic: Chloe's Taxi Service (1/1)
Series: Chance Winchesterverse
Summary: When a hunt sidetracks Dean, it's up to Chloe to pick up the newest member of the family.
Author: pen37
Beta:
clarksmuse
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chloe, Ben Braeden, Ellen Harvelle
Pairing:Chloe/Dean
Rating: g
This is a part of the Chance Winchesterverse. You can find the rest of the series here.
Written for the
firstline_ficchallenge. Week #20 Prompt: Their eyes met across a crowded room
Also written for the
spn_twistedchallenge. Challenge#1, Round#2 Prompt: Public Transportation.
Their eyes met across a crowded room, and Chloe was pretty sure she found Ben. He looked just like Ellen said he would: he looked like Dean.
She smiled at that. Dean had been a little more than surprised that he wasn't in the dog house for having a full-grown kid pop up out of the blue. But Chloe knew about his tomcat days. To be perfectly honest, she was a little surprised that he didn't have one or two kids show up before now.
Now if one ever showed up who was younger than Chance, they were going to have a fight on their hands. But she knew that wasn't the case.
But Dean's surprise was nothing compared to the completely pole-axed expression he had when she suggested that they take Ben in and teach him how to hunt.
He's hunting anyway. And from what Ellen says, he's doing an awful job of it. So you may as well show him the ropes, she'd told him. What she didn't want to say was that with Sam and Sarah chasing their own kids around, and Chance spending less time hunting and more time working with the Teen Titans and the JSA, she liked the idea of her husband having a reliable hunting partner. Someone who could watch his back, and if need be, drag his sorry butt home so that she could heal him.
“Ben?” She crossed the roadhouse floor and tilted her head inquisitively at him.
The kid looked her up and down. Seeing him grin that grin was like pushing the wayback machine and taking a trip back in time seventeen years.
Oh yeah, that's Dean's kid. She didn't need a paternity test to tell. That smile was enough.
“Where you been all my life, gorgeous?” he asked.
My God! It's genetic! “Probably married to your dad for most of it,” she snapped at him. She was angling for old and crotchety, but the effect was probably spoiled by the lack of wrinkles that came with the self-healing meta power.
A vaguely sick look crossed his face. “You're --”
“Chloe Sullivan-Winchester,” she smiled faintly. “Nice to meet you.”
“You mean I just hit on my step-mom?” He slapped his hands over his eyes. Then shook his head in mute denial. “I'm so going to hell for thinking the wrong thing.”
Behind the bar, Ellen rolled her eyes and shook her head. Chloe responded with a smile. “Sorry Dean couldn't be here to pick you up. There was some kind of a crisis with a bunch of fairy rings over near Dodge City.”
“Fairy rings?”
“Well, they better be fairy rings. Because if they're crop circles, I'm going to have to have a talk with a few aliens of my acquaintance,” she muttered. “Particularly about keeping a tighter regn on their sixteen-year-olds.”
Ben blinked at her in confusion.
Behind the bar, Ellen chuckled. “Welcome to the family, kid.”
Series: Chance Winchesterverse
Summary: When a hunt sidetracks Dean, it's up to Chloe to pick up the newest member of the family.
Author: pen37
Beta:
clarksmuse
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chloe, Ben Braeden, Ellen Harvelle
Pairing:Chloe/Dean
Rating: g
This is a part of the Chance Winchesterverse. You can find the rest of the series here.
Written for the
firstline_ficchallenge. Week #20 Prompt: Their eyes met across a crowded room
Also written for the
spn_twistedchallenge. Challenge#1, Round#2 Prompt: Public Transportation.
Their eyes met across a crowded room, and Chloe was pretty sure she found Ben. He looked just like Ellen said he would: he looked like Dean.
She smiled at that. Dean had been a little more than surprised that he wasn't in the dog house for having a full-grown kid pop up out of the blue. But Chloe knew about his tomcat days. To be perfectly honest, she was a little surprised that he didn't have one or two kids show up before now.
Now if one ever showed up who was younger than Chance, they were going to have a fight on their hands. But she knew that wasn't the case.
But Dean's surprise was nothing compared to the completely pole-axed expression he had when she suggested that they take Ben in and teach him how to hunt.
He's hunting anyway. And from what Ellen says, he's doing an awful job of it. So you may as well show him the ropes, she'd told him. What she didn't want to say was that with Sam and Sarah chasing their own kids around, and Chance spending less time hunting and more time working with the Teen Titans and the JSA, she liked the idea of her husband having a reliable hunting partner. Someone who could watch his back, and if need be, drag his sorry butt home so that she could heal him.
“Ben?” She crossed the roadhouse floor and tilted her head inquisitively at him.
The kid looked her up and down. Seeing him grin that grin was like pushing the wayback machine and taking a trip back in time seventeen years.
Oh yeah, that's Dean's kid. She didn't need a paternity test to tell. That smile was enough.
“Where you been all my life, gorgeous?” he asked.
My God! It's genetic! “Probably married to your dad for most of it,” she snapped at him. She was angling for old and crotchety, but the effect was probably spoiled by the lack of wrinkles that came with the self-healing meta power.
A vaguely sick look crossed his face. “You're --”
“Chloe Sullivan-Winchester,” she smiled faintly. “Nice to meet you.”
“You mean I just hit on my step-mom?” He slapped his hands over his eyes. Then shook his head in mute denial. “I'm so going to hell for thinking the wrong thing.”
Behind the bar, Ellen rolled her eyes and shook her head. Chloe responded with a smile. “Sorry Dean couldn't be here to pick you up. There was some kind of a crisis with a bunch of fairy rings over near Dodge City.”
“Fairy rings?”
“Well, they better be fairy rings. Because if they're crop circles, I'm going to have to have a talk with a few aliens of my acquaintance,” she muttered. “Particularly about keeping a tighter regn on their sixteen-year-olds.”
Ben blinked at her in confusion.
Behind the bar, Ellen chuckled. “Welcome to the family, kid.”