Not Looking for Trouble (1/3) - HL/SPN/SV - Immortal!Dean 'Verse
Title: Not Looking for Trouble (1/3)
Author: Strangevisitor7
Beta: Thanks to Pen37 for the beta and for Chloe.
Prompt: #40:Sight for crossovers100 My Claim is Duncan MacLeod and My table is here
Rated: PG
Fandom: HL, Smallville and SPN: Immortal!Dean ‘verse
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Duncan MacLeod and Chloe Sullivan
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: Between the chick reporter (Chloe) and his two boy scout companions (Mac and Sam), Dean needs a little time away and heads to the nearest bar.
Prologue: We Can't Keep Her, Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3
A/N: The rest of the Immortal!Dean 'verse can be found in the Immortal!Dean Archive
Thanks to galathea_snb for my Header
Not Looking for Trouble
Chloe retreated into her room as if she were being chased by a krypto-freak.
Smooth Sullivan, very smooth, she thought as she slammed the door. She collapsed against it and tried to get her cool, level-headed demeanor back.
She’d gotten flustered when she’d accidentally snagged towel from around Dean's waist. Then she’d panicked like a rookie and bolted for the safety of her room.
She paused in her mental reprimand as she allowed herself a small smile, and a moment to think about Dean Winchester in all his glory.
No, no, no! She launched herself into the room, pacing. She shook the image of his clean, naked body from her mind resolutely. She would not, could not, think of ‘Dean the obnoxious’ that way. He was the pain in her ass and there was no way she was going to let him get under her skin.
Focus. Mentally, she turned her attention back to the story that Sam told her. About how they were hunters and how they tracked down demons and monsters in order to save ordinary people and make the world a better place.
While they called themselves hunters, Chloe had a better name for what they were: Heroes. She knew heroes. She worked with them every day through the Justice League. But she couldn’t really report on the spandex crowd. She was too close to the story for that. And that galled her.
She had been sitting on the biggest stories on the planet since she was eighteen, and she couldn’t tell them. But Lois could and did. And she’d won a Pulitzer for it.
So hearing Sam’s story sent a tingle of excitement through her. Here was a new group of heroes. Ones who didn’t have secrets of the I’m an alien variety that she would have to protect. Their story was fair game. Ordinary citizens. Hunting things. Saving people. Without powers to aide them. That was a story that she could sink her teeth into.
She circled the room once more when a knock on the door startled her out of her mental ramblings.
"Chloe? It's Duncan. Are you alright?"
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. "Yeah, I’m fine." She stepped aside to allow him inside.
"Dean takes some getting used to." Duncan offered sympathetically.
"That’s polite," smiled Chloe. "He’s a misogynistic womanizer with delusions of sexual grandeur."
"He’s not that bad."
“Easy for you to say. You don’t have breasts.” Chloe shook her head.
"True," Duncan laughed, "but trust me, it’s only because he’s concerned about having civilians, like you, on the hunt."
"Right," Chloe smirked, "and it has nothing to do with trying to bed me just to win the argument."
Duncan knew that Chloe and Dean might never get along but if they were going to travel together he was at least going to get them in the same room again. Right now, Sam was working on getting Dean to behave.
"Look, come on back. The worst thing you can do is hide out here and let Dean think he did win."
"I’m not hiding," Chloe insisted indignantly. "I just had a terrible shock."
Duncan didn’t call her on her embarrassment, "Are you recovered? Because you should know that Dean lost the vote."
"Vote?"
"To send you back to Metropolis."
"I hate to break it to you but nobody sends me anywhere I don’t want to go."
"I know that," Duncan reassured her. He was starting to really like Chloe. She reminded him so much of Amanda. Nobody ever told Amanda what to do either. Woman like that made life very interesting. Too bad Dean hadn’t figured that out, yet.
"How about dinner? I hear the hotel has a pretty good restaurant," Duncan offered.
"I suppose Dean has to come,” She said sourly.
"You can’t let him have the last word, now can you?" Duncan pushed.
Chloe sighed, "True. Best to face my personal demon before he thinks he got the best of me."
"Demon Dean?" Duncan grinned as he ushered her out the door.
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When Sam opened the door, Duncan could see the anger written plainly on his face.
"What’s happened, now?" Duncan knew the brothers were closer than any two people he’d ever seen but he often wondered how they had survived without a mediator. Sometimes he felt like a referee.
"Dean took off. Went to find the nearest bar and…," Sam paused eyeing Chloe.
"… a willing woman," Chloe finished for him with a roll of her eyes. "He couldn’t handle a woman who wasn’t impressed with his magnificent manliness."
Sam snickered as he shook his head, "And here I thought you were immune. Magnificent. Dean. Really."
Chloe sputtered, "No… I just meant…I was speaking... oooh never mind."
Sam broke out in full laughter, "I’m so disappointed." Chloe reached over and smacked him on the arm.
"Hey, what was that for?"
"That’s for lumping me in with every girl that’s ever been dumb enough to fall for one of your brother’s lines. You know what I meant." Chloe continued to glare at Sam until he relented; throwing his arms up in surrender.
"I’m truly sorry. I should have known better."
Chloe smiled in forgiveness, "It doesn’t surprise me that Dean can set every one on edge even when he’s not here."
Duncan had been watching the interaction with amusement when his eyes strayed to Dean’s bed.
"Sam!" The concern in Duncan’s voice demanded their attention.
Sam looked over to see Duncan gesturing toward Dean’s sword. "Oh, no!"
"Call him. Get him back here now!" Duncan commanded.
Chloe studied the two men. She was missing something. Their concern seemed out of proportion with Dean just heading off to a bar. She knew Dean and Duncan carried swords but Sam didn’t. She mentally filed that away for later. Still, why would he need more that his wallet and his best lines? She was drawn out of her musings to the sound of "Smoke on the Water" coming from the bathroom. Sam reentered the room holding Dean’s discarded jeans.
Sam and Duncan exchanged stricken looks. Sam seemed near panic.
"I may be new here," Chloe interrupted, "but I’m pretty sure Dean can handle himself in a bar."
Neither man acknowledged her. "Mac, you don’t think we really need to worry."
Duncan dragged a hand over his face and grimaced. "In my experience, bad things always happen when you’re least prepared."
Sam nodded. "Mine too," he confirmed ruefully.
"Okay, I’m going to need some answers." Chloe forced herself between them. "I’m pretty sure Dean isn’t hunting in a bar and I’m guessing he doesn’t need his sword to pick up woman. You two want to explain why you’re both in a panic."
The men looked down at her, blinking as if they’d forgotten that she was in the room.
"You know what I mean. That sword," she emphasized pointing at the one on Dean’s bed. "Why is that sword so important?"
"Sorry, Chloe. It’s because that…," Sam hesitated and looked at Duncan for help. He was the one with experience lying about swords. Duncan opened and closed his mouth and then shrugged.
Sam tried again, "It’s because Dean should always be armed and…"
Chloe held up a hand to stop Sam’s rambling, "Fine don’t tell me but please don’t even try to lie to me, Sam Winchester because you suck at it."
Sam started in surprise, "Usually I’m a very good liar but it seems not with you."
“I’m pretty talented with reading people,” She countered.
"Chloe," Mac interrupted. "It could be nothing but I’m not willing to risk it. Maybe we can tell you the rest later but right now we need to find Dean. You just have to accept that."
"Well, then we’re going to need transportation," Chloe was willing to put her curiosity aside. She knew she’d get her answers later.
Sam smiled and pulled a metal rod out of his duffle. "Transportation isn’t a problem."
"No wonder you boys got along so well with Richie," Duncan laughed. "Let’s go steal us a car." Grabbing Dean’s sword, he headed out of the room. The other two hot on his heels.
Author: Strangevisitor7
Beta: Thanks to Pen37 for the beta and for Chloe.
Prompt: #40:Sight for crossovers100 My Claim is Duncan MacLeod and My table is here
Rated: PG
Fandom: HL, Smallville and SPN: Immortal!Dean ‘verse
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Duncan MacLeod and Chloe Sullivan
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: Between the chick reporter (Chloe) and his two boy scout companions (Mac and Sam), Dean needs a little time away and heads to the nearest bar.
Prologue: We Can't Keep Her, Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3
A/N: The rest of the Immortal!Dean 'verse can be found in the Immortal!Dean Archive
Thanks to galathea_snb for my Header
Not Looking for Trouble
Chloe retreated into her room as if she were being chased by a krypto-freak.
Smooth Sullivan, very smooth, she thought as she slammed the door. She collapsed against it and tried to get her cool, level-headed demeanor back.
She’d gotten flustered when she’d accidentally snagged towel from around Dean's waist. Then she’d panicked like a rookie and bolted for the safety of her room.
She paused in her mental reprimand as she allowed herself a small smile, and a moment to think about Dean Winchester in all his glory.
No, no, no! She launched herself into the room, pacing. She shook the image of his clean, naked body from her mind resolutely. She would not, could not, think of ‘Dean the obnoxious’ that way. He was the pain in her ass and there was no way she was going to let him get under her skin.
Focus. Mentally, she turned her attention back to the story that Sam told her. About how they were hunters and how they tracked down demons and monsters in order to save ordinary people and make the world a better place.
While they called themselves hunters, Chloe had a better name for what they were: Heroes. She knew heroes. She worked with them every day through the Justice League. But she couldn’t really report on the spandex crowd. She was too close to the story for that. And that galled her.
She had been sitting on the biggest stories on the planet since she was eighteen, and she couldn’t tell them. But Lois could and did. And she’d won a Pulitzer for it.
So hearing Sam’s story sent a tingle of excitement through her. Here was a new group of heroes. Ones who didn’t have secrets of the I’m an alien variety that she would have to protect. Their story was fair game. Ordinary citizens. Hunting things. Saving people. Without powers to aide them. That was a story that she could sink her teeth into.
She circled the room once more when a knock on the door startled her out of her mental ramblings.
"Chloe? It's Duncan. Are you alright?"
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. "Yeah, I’m fine." She stepped aside to allow him inside.
"Dean takes some getting used to." Duncan offered sympathetically.
"That’s polite," smiled Chloe. "He’s a misogynistic womanizer with delusions of sexual grandeur."
"He’s not that bad."
“Easy for you to say. You don’t have breasts.” Chloe shook her head.
"True," Duncan laughed, "but trust me, it’s only because he’s concerned about having civilians, like you, on the hunt."
"Right," Chloe smirked, "and it has nothing to do with trying to bed me just to win the argument."
Duncan knew that Chloe and Dean might never get along but if they were going to travel together he was at least going to get them in the same room again. Right now, Sam was working on getting Dean to behave.
"Look, come on back. The worst thing you can do is hide out here and let Dean think he did win."
"I’m not hiding," Chloe insisted indignantly. "I just had a terrible shock."
Duncan didn’t call her on her embarrassment, "Are you recovered? Because you should know that Dean lost the vote."
"Vote?"
"To send you back to Metropolis."
"I hate to break it to you but nobody sends me anywhere I don’t want to go."
"I know that," Duncan reassured her. He was starting to really like Chloe. She reminded him so much of Amanda. Nobody ever told Amanda what to do either. Woman like that made life very interesting. Too bad Dean hadn’t figured that out, yet.
"How about dinner? I hear the hotel has a pretty good restaurant," Duncan offered.
"I suppose Dean has to come,” She said sourly.
"You can’t let him have the last word, now can you?" Duncan pushed.
Chloe sighed, "True. Best to face my personal demon before he thinks he got the best of me."
"Demon Dean?" Duncan grinned as he ushered her out the door.
******************************
When Sam opened the door, Duncan could see the anger written plainly on his face.
"What’s happened, now?" Duncan knew the brothers were closer than any two people he’d ever seen but he often wondered how they had survived without a mediator. Sometimes he felt like a referee.
"Dean took off. Went to find the nearest bar and…," Sam paused eyeing Chloe.
"… a willing woman," Chloe finished for him with a roll of her eyes. "He couldn’t handle a woman who wasn’t impressed with his magnificent manliness."
Sam snickered as he shook his head, "And here I thought you were immune. Magnificent. Dean. Really."
Chloe sputtered, "No… I just meant…I was speaking... oooh never mind."
Sam broke out in full laughter, "I’m so disappointed." Chloe reached over and smacked him on the arm.
"Hey, what was that for?"
"That’s for lumping me in with every girl that’s ever been dumb enough to fall for one of your brother’s lines. You know what I meant." Chloe continued to glare at Sam until he relented; throwing his arms up in surrender.
"I’m truly sorry. I should have known better."
Chloe smiled in forgiveness, "It doesn’t surprise me that Dean can set every one on edge even when he’s not here."
Duncan had been watching the interaction with amusement when his eyes strayed to Dean’s bed.
"Sam!" The concern in Duncan’s voice demanded their attention.
Sam looked over to see Duncan gesturing toward Dean’s sword. "Oh, no!"
"Call him. Get him back here now!" Duncan commanded.
Chloe studied the two men. She was missing something. Their concern seemed out of proportion with Dean just heading off to a bar. She knew Dean and Duncan carried swords but Sam didn’t. She mentally filed that away for later. Still, why would he need more that his wallet and his best lines? She was drawn out of her musings to the sound of "Smoke on the Water" coming from the bathroom. Sam reentered the room holding Dean’s discarded jeans.
Sam and Duncan exchanged stricken looks. Sam seemed near panic.
"I may be new here," Chloe interrupted, "but I’m pretty sure Dean can handle himself in a bar."
Neither man acknowledged her. "Mac, you don’t think we really need to worry."
Duncan dragged a hand over his face and grimaced. "In my experience, bad things always happen when you’re least prepared."
Sam nodded. "Mine too," he confirmed ruefully.
"Okay, I’m going to need some answers." Chloe forced herself between them. "I’m pretty sure Dean isn’t hunting in a bar and I’m guessing he doesn’t need his sword to pick up woman. You two want to explain why you’re both in a panic."
The men looked down at her, blinking as if they’d forgotten that she was in the room.
"You know what I mean. That sword," she emphasized pointing at the one on Dean’s bed. "Why is that sword so important?"
"Sorry, Chloe. It’s because that…," Sam hesitated and looked at Duncan for help. He was the one with experience lying about swords. Duncan opened and closed his mouth and then shrugged.
Sam tried again, "It’s because Dean should always be armed and…"
Chloe held up a hand to stop Sam’s rambling, "Fine don’t tell me but please don’t even try to lie to me, Sam Winchester because you suck at it."
Sam started in surprise, "Usually I’m a very good liar but it seems not with you."
“I’m pretty talented with reading people,” She countered.
"Chloe," Mac interrupted. "It could be nothing but I’m not willing to risk it. Maybe we can tell you the rest later but right now we need to find Dean. You just have to accept that."
"Well, then we’re going to need transportation," Chloe was willing to put her curiosity aside. She knew she’d get her answers later.
Sam smiled and pulled a metal rod out of his duffle. "Transportation isn’t a problem."
"No wonder you boys got along so well with Richie," Duncan laughed. "Let’s go steal us a car." Grabbing Dean’s sword, he headed out of the room. The other two hot on his heels.