Fic: Move Over Big Dog (1/1) A Chance Winchesterverse Story
Fic: Move Over Big Dog (1/1) A Chance Winchesterverse Story
Summary: Chance is summoning hellhounds. Is it meteor powers, or supernatural talent? And why is Dean in the Doghouse?
Author: pen37
Fandoms: Supernatural/Smallville
Pairing:Chloe/Dean
Rating: G
Beta:Clarksmuse
Written for the Crossovers100 challenge. Prompt #11 Red The table is here. (55 down, 45 to go!)
Also for firstline_fic Challenges Week #11. "When _ made his/her way to the mailbox that morning, he/she never expected to find . . ."
When Dean made his way to the mailbox that morning, he never expected to find his toddler napping under a tree with a hellhound.
While that might ordinarily be some cause for alarm - this was, after all, Smallville. And this was, after all, his kid. But the damn thing didn't even blink when he threw goofer dust on it. So he figured it was a meteor-rock thing.
He snorted, and shook his head. That's what he got for marrying a metahuman.
“Chloe!”
His wife stepped out of her home office, and raised an eyebrow in question.
He answered by gesturing at Chance and the hellhound.
She looked at them, and then at Dean and snorted as if to say: so?
“Black dog.”
“No it's not.” She said with a roll of her eyes.
“Really? Then what is it?”
“It's an Irish wolfhound.”
“An Irish wolfhound?” Dean said skeptically. “And where did it come from?”
“Chance summoned it?” Chloe shrugged.
“And you didn't say anything?”
“Say what? Don't summon things? After he's heard all the stories about you cavorting with crossroads demons? Like he'll listen to me after that?”
“I did not cavort,” Dean said.
“Was there tongue involved?” Chloe narrowed her eyes.
“Well? Truthfully?”
Chloe rolled her eyes, pivoted on her hip, and slammed the door of her office.
“Awesome,” Dean muttered. Now he was going to have to have a word with the kid. And then maybe another word with Uncle Sammy about spreading stories. Between the two of them, they were determined to land him in the doghouse.
Summary: Chance is summoning hellhounds. Is it meteor powers, or supernatural talent? And why is Dean in the Doghouse?
Author: pen37
Fandoms: Supernatural/Smallville
Pairing:Chloe/Dean
Rating: G
Beta:Clarksmuse
Written for the Crossovers100 challenge. Prompt #11 Red The table is here. (55 down, 45 to go!)
Also for firstline_fic Challenges Week #11. "When _ made his/her way to the mailbox that morning, he/she never expected to find . . ."
When Dean made his way to the mailbox that morning, he never expected to find his toddler napping under a tree with a hellhound.
While that might ordinarily be some cause for alarm - this was, after all, Smallville. And this was, after all, his kid. But the damn thing didn't even blink when he threw goofer dust on it. So he figured it was a meteor-rock thing.
He snorted, and shook his head. That's what he got for marrying a metahuman.
“Chloe!”
His wife stepped out of her home office, and raised an eyebrow in question.
He answered by gesturing at Chance and the hellhound.
She looked at them, and then at Dean and snorted as if to say: so?
“Black dog.”
“No it's not.” She said with a roll of her eyes.
“Really? Then what is it?”
“It's an Irish wolfhound.”
“An Irish wolfhound?” Dean said skeptically. “And where did it come from?”
“Chance summoned it?” Chloe shrugged.
“And you didn't say anything?”
“Say what? Don't summon things? After he's heard all the stories about you cavorting with crossroads demons? Like he'll listen to me after that?”
“I did not cavort,” Dean said.
“Was there tongue involved?” Chloe narrowed her eyes.
“Well? Truthfully?”
Chloe rolled her eyes, pivoted on her hip, and slammed the door of her office.
“Awesome,” Dean muttered. Now he was going to have to have a word with the kid. And then maybe another word with Uncle Sammy about spreading stories. Between the two of them, they were determined to land him in the doghouse.