Don't Go Out Tonight (1/7)
A/n: I just realized that I posted the older, unbeta'd rough draft of this fic. So here is the corrected, longer version.
Fic: Don't Go Out Tonight (1/7)
Summary: The group makes a sudden U turn and goes back to the appalachians to hunt something that might be a headless horseman. Sam covertly tries to keep Chloe from shutting them out.
Author: pen37
Beta: Clarksmuse
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chloe, Sam, Dean
Pairing:Chloe/Dean
Rating: Pg (Halloween fun guys!).
Artwork by Isisizabel
This is a part of the Special Projects series. You can find the rest of the series here.
Written for the Crossovers100 challenge. Prompt #12 Orange. The table is here.
A/N: Pretty Chloe/Dean art here that I commissioned from Bri-chan.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
Dean surfaced from sleep the way a drowning man surfaces from a mirror lake. Explosively, with a sudden gasp of air and a lurch upright.
He blinked sleep from his eyes as he looked around the darkened hotel room. The sheets next to him where Chloe had slept were wrinkled - but she'd obviously made no effort to return to bed that morning, and in fact, wasn't in the room.
Dean shook his head remorsefully at the loss. He wasn't by nature a touchy-feely sort. But Chloe was like a drug - one he couldn't get enough of. To make matters worse, she was still holding him at arm’s length.
Ostensibly, they had yet to take their relationship to the next level because she wanted Dean to do some soul searching and find some sort of self worth. But Dean was really pretty sure that there was more to it than that.
Chloe had her own issues - although Dean wasn't sure what they were. He had some idea that they might be tied into cousin Clark, and some of the bad dating experiences that she'd had in high school. Sam might have a better idea, but Dean would be damned if he'd ask. There were some boundaries that just shouldn't be crossed.
Beyond that - Chloe just didn't seem aware that she was a beautiful, desirable, highly sexual being - and that it was nothing to be afraid or ashamed of. Problem was that when you looked past all the sarcasm, she was as skittish as a baby deer. Dean just didn't know how to get past her defenses without having her bolt on him.
What it boiled down to was an issue of trust. She didn't yet trust him enough to let him be the one to guard her heart. Until then - he had the feeling that he wouldn't get to be with her the way he wanted to.
It was frustrating. On one hand, he didn't want to push things. That would be a real good way to lose Chloe forever. On the other hand, he hadn't had any female companionship since meeting her.
That really hadn't started as a conscious decision on his part. He'd simply fallen into a pattern of spending time with her, rather than chatting up random women. Before long, she'd gotten the starring role in his fantasies.
Fantasizing about Chloe was one thing, but then he'd caught himself acting like a fricking pansy - doing emo crap that he would totally give Sam shit over. Like swiping her hair scarves because they carried her unique smell, or buying those cheesy little convenience store doo-dads things - ink pens with silly plastic bugs on the ends of them and crap like that - just because he knew they would make her smile.
With a rueful shake of his head, Dean realized that he was in so much deeper with Chloe than he ever thought he would be. He consoled himself with thoughts of all the things that he was going to do to her when he finally did get her to drop her guard and let him in.
***
After Dean burned the edge off his desire, he went in search of Chloe. She wasn't in Sam's room - so he assumed they were out somewhere learning to breathe through their navels.
For the past couple of weeks, the two of them had been delving into eastern philosophy for ideas on how to train Sam's brain to use his powers.
Dean wasn't sure how he felt about Sam learning to move things with his mind. On one hand - with the job they did - any edge was a good edge. On the other - the idea that Sam had powers was just . . . freaky. Sam had always been Mr. Normal: the guy who hated learning to shoot and resented the existence of demons based on the fact that hunting cut into his soccer practice. So if you’d told him back when he was twenty that his sullen baby brother was not only going to be supernatural himself, but embrace it to the point that he would actively train to use his powers, Dean would have laughed at the news until his sides hurt.
Not that he would tell either Sam or Chloe that. He didn’t think that the two most important people in his life would appreciate hearing that he thought that they were freaky, even in a good way.
He found them both sitting on a picnic table with legs crossed like yoga gurus, facing each other in meditation. Chloe was wearing some of those curve-hugging yoga clothes that chicks dug so much. Okay, he kind of dug them too. As long as they were on someone completely hot like Chloe.
Dean sat next to her, rested his chin in his hand, and admired the way she looked in that tight little outfit.
“You guys learn how to breathe out of your goofy-damn eyelids yet?”
Chloe opened one eye to look at him and then closed it again. “You really want me thinking of Kevin Costner?”
“You a fan of Costner?”
A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “I wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating crackers.”
“You sound like him,” Sam muttered quietly. He, too, kept his eyes shut.
“He's rubbing off,” Chloe said in the same tone of voice.
“I wish,” Dean muttered. “I'm sitting right here, by the way.”
“And you look so cute with bed head,” Chloe opened her eyes fully and bent at the waist to kiss him good morning.
“You guys have to do that here?” Sam asked as he opened his eyes. Chloe and Dean looked at each other and smirked.
“Oh yeah!” Dean said. “So you two done here?”
“I guess so. My chi is about as balanced as it's going to get today,” Sam said with a huff as he unfolded himself.
“Good - because my chi wants steak and eggs.”
“Dude! You really ought to eat better,” Sam said with a disapproving frown.
Dean sighed. So it was one of those mornings. Ever since Sam had started training his brain muscles, the frustration that he’d felt over his lack of progress pushed him into a snit. And Dean was Sam’s favorite target when he got moody like that.
“What? Like that granola crap you eat?” Dean said. Years of dealing with Sam’s teen moodiness had taught Dean that the best way to deal with it was simply to not encourage him by coddling him through it.
“Kashi,” Sam corrected mildly. “All I'm saying is you should treat your body better.”
“I treat my body like a temple.” Dean protested.
“Maybe one of those Roman temples where they held all the orgies,” Sam replied. “I'm serious Dean. With half the garbage you eat --”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Auntie Sam.” Dean waved the lecture off. “I can't start the day right unless I gets me some dead cow and a side of something a chicken sat on.”
Sam rolled his eyes and glanced over at Chloe's amused expression. “What do you see in him?”
“He has hidden depths,” Chloe said.
“Huh,” Sam said. “Didn't know that you were like Dr. Livingstone.”
Dean frowned at Sam. “Who?” He hated it when their conversation went right over his head. Especially when he suspected that it was at his expense.
Chloe giggled. “Does that make you Stanley?”
“Maybe,” Sam grinned.
“You guys have got to stop fangirling,” Dean shook his head.
Fic: Don't Go Out Tonight (1/7)
Summary: The group makes a sudden U turn and goes back to the appalachians to hunt something that might be a headless horseman. Sam covertly tries to keep Chloe from shutting them out.
Author: pen37
Beta: Clarksmuse
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chloe, Sam, Dean
Pairing:Chloe/Dean
Rating: Pg (Halloween fun guys!).
Artwork by Isisizabel
This is a part of the Special Projects series. You can find the rest of the series here.
Written for the Crossovers100 challenge. Prompt #12 Orange. The table is here.
A/N: Pretty Chloe/Dean art here that I commissioned from Bri-chan.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
Dean surfaced from sleep the way a drowning man surfaces from a mirror lake. Explosively, with a sudden gasp of air and a lurch upright.
He blinked sleep from his eyes as he looked around the darkened hotel room. The sheets next to him where Chloe had slept were wrinkled - but she'd obviously made no effort to return to bed that morning, and in fact, wasn't in the room.
Dean shook his head remorsefully at the loss. He wasn't by nature a touchy-feely sort. But Chloe was like a drug - one he couldn't get enough of. To make matters worse, she was still holding him at arm’s length.
Ostensibly, they had yet to take their relationship to the next level because she wanted Dean to do some soul searching and find some sort of self worth. But Dean was really pretty sure that there was more to it than that.
Chloe had her own issues - although Dean wasn't sure what they were. He had some idea that they might be tied into cousin Clark, and some of the bad dating experiences that she'd had in high school. Sam might have a better idea, but Dean would be damned if he'd ask. There were some boundaries that just shouldn't be crossed.
Beyond that - Chloe just didn't seem aware that she was a beautiful, desirable, highly sexual being - and that it was nothing to be afraid or ashamed of. Problem was that when you looked past all the sarcasm, she was as skittish as a baby deer. Dean just didn't know how to get past her defenses without having her bolt on him.
What it boiled down to was an issue of trust. She didn't yet trust him enough to let him be the one to guard her heart. Until then - he had the feeling that he wouldn't get to be with her the way he wanted to.
It was frustrating. On one hand, he didn't want to push things. That would be a real good way to lose Chloe forever. On the other hand, he hadn't had any female companionship since meeting her.
That really hadn't started as a conscious decision on his part. He'd simply fallen into a pattern of spending time with her, rather than chatting up random women. Before long, she'd gotten the starring role in his fantasies.
Fantasizing about Chloe was one thing, but then he'd caught himself acting like a fricking pansy - doing emo crap that he would totally give Sam shit over. Like swiping her hair scarves because they carried her unique smell, or buying those cheesy little convenience store doo-dads things - ink pens with silly plastic bugs on the ends of them and crap like that - just because he knew they would make her smile.
With a rueful shake of his head, Dean realized that he was in so much deeper with Chloe than he ever thought he would be. He consoled himself with thoughts of all the things that he was going to do to her when he finally did get her to drop her guard and let him in.
***
After Dean burned the edge off his desire, he went in search of Chloe. She wasn't in Sam's room - so he assumed they were out somewhere learning to breathe through their navels.
For the past couple of weeks, the two of them had been delving into eastern philosophy for ideas on how to train Sam's brain to use his powers.
Dean wasn't sure how he felt about Sam learning to move things with his mind. On one hand - with the job they did - any edge was a good edge. On the other - the idea that Sam had powers was just . . . freaky. Sam had always been Mr. Normal: the guy who hated learning to shoot and resented the existence of demons based on the fact that hunting cut into his soccer practice. So if you’d told him back when he was twenty that his sullen baby brother was not only going to be supernatural himself, but embrace it to the point that he would actively train to use his powers, Dean would have laughed at the news until his sides hurt.
Not that he would tell either Sam or Chloe that. He didn’t think that the two most important people in his life would appreciate hearing that he thought that they were freaky, even in a good way.
He found them both sitting on a picnic table with legs crossed like yoga gurus, facing each other in meditation. Chloe was wearing some of those curve-hugging yoga clothes that chicks dug so much. Okay, he kind of dug them too. As long as they were on someone completely hot like Chloe.
Dean sat next to her, rested his chin in his hand, and admired the way she looked in that tight little outfit.
“You guys learn how to breathe out of your goofy-damn eyelids yet?”
Chloe opened one eye to look at him and then closed it again. “You really want me thinking of Kevin Costner?”
“You a fan of Costner?”
A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “I wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating crackers.”
“You sound like him,” Sam muttered quietly. He, too, kept his eyes shut.
“He's rubbing off,” Chloe said in the same tone of voice.
“I wish,” Dean muttered. “I'm sitting right here, by the way.”
“And you look so cute with bed head,” Chloe opened her eyes fully and bent at the waist to kiss him good morning.
“You guys have to do that here?” Sam asked as he opened his eyes. Chloe and Dean looked at each other and smirked.
“Oh yeah!” Dean said. “So you two done here?”
“I guess so. My chi is about as balanced as it's going to get today,” Sam said with a huff as he unfolded himself.
“Good - because my chi wants steak and eggs.”
“Dude! You really ought to eat better,” Sam said with a disapproving frown.
Dean sighed. So it was one of those mornings. Ever since Sam had started training his brain muscles, the frustration that he’d felt over his lack of progress pushed him into a snit. And Dean was Sam’s favorite target when he got moody like that.
“What? Like that granola crap you eat?” Dean said. Years of dealing with Sam’s teen moodiness had taught Dean that the best way to deal with it was simply to not encourage him by coddling him through it.
“Kashi,” Sam corrected mildly. “All I'm saying is you should treat your body better.”
“I treat my body like a temple.” Dean protested.
“Maybe one of those Roman temples where they held all the orgies,” Sam replied. “I'm serious Dean. With half the garbage you eat --”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Auntie Sam.” Dean waved the lecture off. “I can't start the day right unless I gets me some dead cow and a side of something a chicken sat on.”
Sam rolled his eyes and glanced over at Chloe's amused expression. “What do you see in him?”
“He has hidden depths,” Chloe said.
“Huh,” Sam said. “Didn't know that you were like Dr. Livingstone.”
Dean frowned at Sam. “Who?” He hated it when their conversation went right over his head. Especially when he suspected that it was at his expense.
Chloe giggled. “Does that make you Stanley?”
“Maybe,” Sam grinned.
“You guys have got to stop fangirling,” Dean shook his head.