Nobody’s Girl (3/6) - HL/SPN/SV - Immortal!Dean 'verse
Title: Nobody’s Girl (3/6)
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: Thanks to pen37 & idontlikegravy
Prompt: #42 Triangle for crossovers100 My table is here
Fandoms: Smallville, Highlander and Supernatural
Characters : Chloe Sullivan, Dean Winchester, Richie Ryan, Sam Winchester and Duncan MacLeod.
Pairing: Well that’s the story isn’t it? Will it be Chloe/Dean or Chloe/Richie?
Rating: PG-13
DisclaimerThe characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: Chloe has a secret.
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6
A/N: The rest of the Immortal Dean series can be found Here
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Chapter 3
Richie reached Chloe where she lay on the grass in the front yard. Her neck seemed bent at an impossible angle. He fell to his knees and felt for a pulse. There wasn’t one. He felt the sadness of her loss welling up inside him. He turned her head and closed her eyes. She was dead. And then suddenly she wasn’t. She was breathing.
Richie looked at her curiously. People coming back to life was nothing new, he’d done it himself lots of times. Still, he’d sensed no pre - Immortal warning and no Immortal Presence accompanied her resurrection. “Chloe?” He asked cautiously. It was possible that the spirit had possessed her.
“Damn. I hate that.” She grumbled.
Richie gave a small laugh. That was the same tone Immortals used. It was never pleasant to return from the dead. But that also meant she’d done it before. “I know what you mean. Care to explain? You were dead. And I‘m guessing that wasn’t the first time”
Chloe turned her head to meet Richie’s gaze and stated emphatically, “No I wasn’t. I was just knocked out.” She added her most convincing smile but realized that he wasn’t buying it.
“Chloe, I know dead when I see it.” Richie retorted; adding, “Spill.”
“I’ll tell you everything later,” she pleaded, “But as far as they know,” indicating the brothers who had just exited the house, “I have a concussion and that’s all.”
Richie nodded. He figured the truth would come but for now he could keep secrets.
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Dean paused as he exited the house looking toward where he thought he’d see Chloe’s broken body. A wave of relief washed over him as he saw Chloe sitting up next to Richie on the front lawn. Followed by the reality of how close he’d come to losing her.
Sam raced past Dean and knelt next to Richie, “You okay,” he asked hesitantly.
Chloe grimaced and held her head, “Aside from the elephants tap dancing on my skull, I think so.”
Sam and Richie laughed and together they helped Chloe to her feet. “That was a close one,” Sam acknowledged as he tentatively felt along the back of her head. “I don’t feel any lumps and there’s no blood. Still I think we should get you to a hospital.”
“Really, Sam I’m fine. Just give me a couple of Advil and I’ll be raring to go.”
Before Sam could protest Dean came raging into their midst. “What the hell were you thinking? You could have been killed.”
“Excuse me.” Chloe stared at him. “I didn’t ask to be thrown out a window.”
“This is exactly why you shouldn’t be on these hunts. You’re done. I’m taking you to-“
“Now just a minute buster,” Chloe interrupted. She drew herself up to her full height and lashed back. “I’m not some hot house flower you can put on a shelf. I’ve been participating in these hunts for months.”
“She’s right Dean. Chloe knows the risks.” Sam insisted. He tried to put himself between Chloe and Dean.
“Stay out of this Sam.” Dean snapped and glared at his brother, “And you shouldn’t be here either. You can take Chloe to the hospital. Richie and I will finish this.” Dean’s anger was raging but it was at his own stupidity. He couldn’t let anything happen to Chloe or Sam. This incident with the ghost proved that even being Immortal he couldn’t protect those he cared about. “It’s time for the mortals to go home.”
“What…” Sam sputtered.
“Now wait a minute Dean,” Richie threw his hands up in protest. “I’m not an experienced hunter. Just because I can’t die doesn’t mean I’m the best partner to finish this.”
“So you’ll learn quickly,” Dean snapped. Stepping forward he grabbed Chloe’s arm. Stunned, she initially allowed herself to be dragged toward the Impala before yanking her arm away.
“Dean, what the hell is going on?” she demanded.
He looked down at her. The silence stretched between them. He’d almost lost her. He didn’t like that feeling at all. The questions played across her face as she studied him. Without any preamble he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her fiercely.
Chloe responded easily melting into his embrace. When they finally broke apart, Chloe waited a beat before slapping him. “If you think you can just kiss me every time you want my cooperation you’re wrong.” Without waiting for his response she stomped back over to where Richie and Sam were waiting.
Dean dragged a hand across his face still feeling the sting of her rejection. What the hell Is going on? Dean gathered himself together quickly and called after her, “Well, it worked before. Can’t blame a guy for trying.”
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Chloe's fingertip strayed to her lips as she marched away from Dean. She still couldn't believe he'd kissed her. Again. She also couldn't believe that she'd let him kiss her again. He knew how to kiss, that was for certain. But she wasn't an idiot. In the time that she'd been hunting, she'd seen Dean take off countless times to spend the night with some faceless busty blonde he'd picked up in a bar. She wasn't sure what she wanted from Dean, but she knew that she didn't want to be just another notch on his bedpost.
As she came to stand beside Richie she asked, “So, what’s next?” In response to their curious expressions she added, “And for the record. Your brother’s an ass.”
“No argument from me,” Sam laughed. “But I still think you should go the hospital Chloe. That was a heck of a fall.”
“I’m fine. Tell him Richie.” Chloe insisted. She had reached over to touch Richie’s shoulder. Sam threw her a questioning look as he saw the small gesture. Chloe ignored it. She felt Dean come up behind them and he must have seen it too because he was looking at Richie like he’d grown a second head.
Richie hesitated. “She didn’t even black out, guys. It was a lucky fall, really.”
“If Chloe doesn’t want to go to the hospital, I’m done trying to change her mind,” he growled. “Let’s get back to business and kill this bitch.”
“Glad you’ve finally seen the light, Dean.” Chloe smiled triumphantly.
“Don’t push it sweetheart. I can still pick you up and put you in the trunk if you piss me off. Let’s get moving people. Sam!” Dean gestured at his brother to follow and took off toward the garage.
Chloe was stunned by the venom in Dean’s voice. Seriously, she didn’t understand the man at all.
Richie threw an arm over her shoulder to hold her back from following the Winchesters. “Are you sure you’re okay?” When she nodded silently he asked, “When do I get the full story?”
“Let’s grab some dinner tonight and I’ll explain.” Chloe was encouraged by the idea that she might actually be able to share her secret with someone who wouldn’t judge her as a freak.
“Chloe, are you asking me out on a date?” Richie smirked as they began walking toward the garage.
She glanced over at him speculatively. She’d expended so much energy hiding her healing abilities.
She knew it was her gut-level fear of rejection had forced her to keep her meta status secret from even her closet friends. She’d left Jimmy Olsen behind with his indictment to lock-up all the freaks still ringing in her ears. He hadn’t known that she was one of those freaks but the disdain in his voice just confirmed what she already believed, that no one would ever be able to accept her for what she’d become.
To the world at large, the word meta human was still synonymous with the term meteor freak And while her work at The Daily Planet was helping to shift public opinion away from that image, years of watching others be rejected and killed for their meta abilities, had kept her quiet about her own powers.
Maybe that was why, even after knowing that she was in the presence of people like her who wouldn’t die, she couldn’t share her secret.
Many of the things that they’d killed on their hunts had seemed like mutations. Werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters; weren’t these just exotic versions of metas? Even though he’d become Immortal, Dean still had a very black and white response to things he considered unnatural. And while she wasn’t worried that she’d wake up one day to find Dean standing over her, sword in hand, ready to take her head, she did worry about the look of revulsion in his face when he found out just how unnatural she was.
But now Richie knew at least part of the story. Instead of revulsion, his face showed only caring and concern. It gave Chloe hope.
If not for the worry that Dean would be jealous, she would be walking on cloud nine.
You know what? She told herself. Screw Dean! You can’t miss out on the chance for happiness just because some Neanderthal who doesn’t even like you might not approve.
Besides, if she had a type, then Richie was probably it. Richie had just enough of that bad boy aura to avoid comparisons to Clark and he wasn’t so cocky that he drifted into ‘God’s gift’ territory like Dean.
“Sure, that is, if you’re paying?” If she wasn’t interested in Dean why did the glowing smile she received from Richie make her happy and distressed at the same time?
Author: strangevisitor7
Beta: Thanks to pen37 & idontlikegravy
Prompt: #42 Triangle for crossovers100 My table is here
Fandoms: Smallville, Highlander and Supernatural
Characters : Chloe Sullivan, Dean Winchester, Richie Ryan, Sam Winchester and Duncan MacLeod.
Pairing: Well that’s the story isn’t it? Will it be Chloe/Dean or Chloe/Richie?
Rating: PG-13
DisclaimerThe characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: Chloe has a secret.
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6
A/N: The rest of the Immortal Dean series can be found Here
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Chapter 3
Richie reached Chloe where she lay on the grass in the front yard. Her neck seemed bent at an impossible angle. He fell to his knees and felt for a pulse. There wasn’t one. He felt the sadness of her loss welling up inside him. He turned her head and closed her eyes. She was dead. And then suddenly she wasn’t. She was breathing.
Richie looked at her curiously. People coming back to life was nothing new, he’d done it himself lots of times. Still, he’d sensed no pre - Immortal warning and no Immortal Presence accompanied her resurrection. “Chloe?” He asked cautiously. It was possible that the spirit had possessed her.
“Damn. I hate that.” She grumbled.
Richie gave a small laugh. That was the same tone Immortals used. It was never pleasant to return from the dead. But that also meant she’d done it before. “I know what you mean. Care to explain? You were dead. And I‘m guessing that wasn’t the first time”
Chloe turned her head to meet Richie’s gaze and stated emphatically, “No I wasn’t. I was just knocked out.” She added her most convincing smile but realized that he wasn’t buying it.
“Chloe, I know dead when I see it.” Richie retorted; adding, “Spill.”
“I’ll tell you everything later,” she pleaded, “But as far as they know,” indicating the brothers who had just exited the house, “I have a concussion and that’s all.”
Richie nodded. He figured the truth would come but for now he could keep secrets.
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Dean paused as he exited the house looking toward where he thought he’d see Chloe’s broken body. A wave of relief washed over him as he saw Chloe sitting up next to Richie on the front lawn. Followed by the reality of how close he’d come to losing her.
Sam raced past Dean and knelt next to Richie, “You okay,” he asked hesitantly.
Chloe grimaced and held her head, “Aside from the elephants tap dancing on my skull, I think so.”
Sam and Richie laughed and together they helped Chloe to her feet. “That was a close one,” Sam acknowledged as he tentatively felt along the back of her head. “I don’t feel any lumps and there’s no blood. Still I think we should get you to a hospital.”
“Really, Sam I’m fine. Just give me a couple of Advil and I’ll be raring to go.”
Before Sam could protest Dean came raging into their midst. “What the hell were you thinking? You could have been killed.”
“Excuse me.” Chloe stared at him. “I didn’t ask to be thrown out a window.”
“This is exactly why you shouldn’t be on these hunts. You’re done. I’m taking you to-“
“Now just a minute buster,” Chloe interrupted. She drew herself up to her full height and lashed back. “I’m not some hot house flower you can put on a shelf. I’ve been participating in these hunts for months.”
“She’s right Dean. Chloe knows the risks.” Sam insisted. He tried to put himself between Chloe and Dean.
“Stay out of this Sam.” Dean snapped and glared at his brother, “And you shouldn’t be here either. You can take Chloe to the hospital. Richie and I will finish this.” Dean’s anger was raging but it was at his own stupidity. He couldn’t let anything happen to Chloe or Sam. This incident with the ghost proved that even being Immortal he couldn’t protect those he cared about. “It’s time for the mortals to go home.”
“What…” Sam sputtered.
“Now wait a minute Dean,” Richie threw his hands up in protest. “I’m not an experienced hunter. Just because I can’t die doesn’t mean I’m the best partner to finish this.”
“So you’ll learn quickly,” Dean snapped. Stepping forward he grabbed Chloe’s arm. Stunned, she initially allowed herself to be dragged toward the Impala before yanking her arm away.
“Dean, what the hell is going on?” she demanded.
He looked down at her. The silence stretched between them. He’d almost lost her. He didn’t like that feeling at all. The questions played across her face as she studied him. Without any preamble he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her fiercely.
Chloe responded easily melting into his embrace. When they finally broke apart, Chloe waited a beat before slapping him. “If you think you can just kiss me every time you want my cooperation you’re wrong.” Without waiting for his response she stomped back over to where Richie and Sam were waiting.
Dean dragged a hand across his face still feeling the sting of her rejection. What the hell Is going on? Dean gathered himself together quickly and called after her, “Well, it worked before. Can’t blame a guy for trying.”
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Chloe's fingertip strayed to her lips as she marched away from Dean. She still couldn't believe he'd kissed her. Again. She also couldn't believe that she'd let him kiss her again. He knew how to kiss, that was for certain. But she wasn't an idiot. In the time that she'd been hunting, she'd seen Dean take off countless times to spend the night with some faceless busty blonde he'd picked up in a bar. She wasn't sure what she wanted from Dean, but she knew that she didn't want to be just another notch on his bedpost.
As she came to stand beside Richie she asked, “So, what’s next?” In response to their curious expressions she added, “And for the record. Your brother’s an ass.”
“No argument from me,” Sam laughed. “But I still think you should go the hospital Chloe. That was a heck of a fall.”
“I’m fine. Tell him Richie.” Chloe insisted. She had reached over to touch Richie’s shoulder. Sam threw her a questioning look as he saw the small gesture. Chloe ignored it. She felt Dean come up behind them and he must have seen it too because he was looking at Richie like he’d grown a second head.
Richie hesitated. “She didn’t even black out, guys. It was a lucky fall, really.”
“If Chloe doesn’t want to go to the hospital, I’m done trying to change her mind,” he growled. “Let’s get back to business and kill this bitch.”
“Glad you’ve finally seen the light, Dean.” Chloe smiled triumphantly.
“Don’t push it sweetheart. I can still pick you up and put you in the trunk if you piss me off. Let’s get moving people. Sam!” Dean gestured at his brother to follow and took off toward the garage.
Chloe was stunned by the venom in Dean’s voice. Seriously, she didn’t understand the man at all.
Richie threw an arm over her shoulder to hold her back from following the Winchesters. “Are you sure you’re okay?” When she nodded silently he asked, “When do I get the full story?”
“Let’s grab some dinner tonight and I’ll explain.” Chloe was encouraged by the idea that she might actually be able to share her secret with someone who wouldn’t judge her as a freak.
“Chloe, are you asking me out on a date?” Richie smirked as they began walking toward the garage.
She glanced over at him speculatively. She’d expended so much energy hiding her healing abilities.
She knew it was her gut-level fear of rejection had forced her to keep her meta status secret from even her closet friends. She’d left Jimmy Olsen behind with his indictment to lock-up all the freaks still ringing in her ears. He hadn’t known that she was one of those freaks but the disdain in his voice just confirmed what she already believed, that no one would ever be able to accept her for what she’d become.
To the world at large, the word meta human was still synonymous with the term meteor freak And while her work at The Daily Planet was helping to shift public opinion away from that image, years of watching others be rejected and killed for their meta abilities, had kept her quiet about her own powers.
Maybe that was why, even after knowing that she was in the presence of people like her who wouldn’t die, she couldn’t share her secret.
Many of the things that they’d killed on their hunts had seemed like mutations. Werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters; weren’t these just exotic versions of metas? Even though he’d become Immortal, Dean still had a very black and white response to things he considered unnatural. And while she wasn’t worried that she’d wake up one day to find Dean standing over her, sword in hand, ready to take her head, she did worry about the look of revulsion in his face when he found out just how unnatural she was.
But now Richie knew at least part of the story. Instead of revulsion, his face showed only caring and concern. It gave Chloe hope.
If not for the worry that Dean would be jealous, she would be walking on cloud nine.
You know what? She told herself. Screw Dean! You can’t miss out on the chance for happiness just because some Neanderthal who doesn’t even like you might not approve.
Besides, if she had a type, then Richie was probably it. Richie had just enough of that bad boy aura to avoid comparisons to Clark and he wasn’t so cocky that he drifted into ‘God’s gift’ territory like Dean.
“Sure, that is, if you’re paying?” If she wasn’t interested in Dean why did the glowing smile she received from Richie make her happy and distressed at the same time?