(FF) Bringing Him Home - Dean/Chloe (R)
Author: Welshy
Title: Bringing Him Home
Rating: R
Pairing: Chloe/Dean (eventually)
Summary: A cross-over with Smallville which Deals with the Supernatural episode "In My Time of Dying," a Winchester gets in connect with Chloe asking her for help with finding a way to help Dean.
Disclaimer: Own nothing unfortunately.
She could feel her head bobbing back and forth as the stillness of the night was finally getting to her. She was stuck on the Daily Planet for the next two hours. She wouldn't usually mind but there wasn't much for her to do but write out obits for the next issue of the Daily Planet. Her fingers clicking along the key board of her computer were the only sounds in the office, the janitor was down the hallway. The slapping sounds of his mop against the floor could faintly be heard. After finishing the work that needed to be done, she quickly went through her emails and messages on her phone, a couple from Lois and a two from Clark and the couple from some class mates. She went about replying as she leaned back in her chair and tried to relax, she wasn't really used to a quiet night at work or a quiet night anywhere. The last couple of weeks involved chasing Meteor Freaks and helping getting everything ready for the newspaper. Chloe knew she should enjoy the calmness of the now before it ended but it made her unnerved, she knew something was bound to happen soon. It was the calm before the storm, she put her phone back in her bag. As she went to make herself a cup of coffee, something she was going to need if she was going to need if she was going to keep her eyes open for the rest of the shift.
Her nails clicking away on the staff table, as she waited for the kettle to boil. This shift was beginning to be the worst one yet, as she watched the night staff hustling through the building. It seemed no one had much to do tonight, going through the biscuits as Matt from the photography department walked through the staffing room. Smile plastered across his face, as he slouched into one of the chairs.
"Isn't it just a fine night?"
He muttered with a grin, running his fingers through his hair as he let out a deep sigh. She knew where this was going, he was going to tell her how great his night before was and try and go into too much detail before she hurried off back down stairs. Chloe didn't really want to go through this again. Which was why she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief as someone popped in saying there was a Winchester online for her.
Half an hour after the conversation ended her hands started trembling from what she just heard. She hadn't been in contact with this person for a long time now, in fact she thought she'd never hear from him again. He wasn't exactly the type of person to make contact, she didn't think he even owned a phone. But as she looked down at the office's the pain in her chest was quickly getting worse. He needed her help, someone he cared for was in serious trouble and he wanted her help. Harsh deep breaths left her lips, as she tried to keep control of the situation. There was a demon he said, the three of them got seriously hurt he said, something bad happened to him he said. Chloe's chest painfully moving against her chest, as his words went through her mind. He was going to die he said, he needed her help. Her hands clasped against her trembling mouth as she thought about the pain she couldn't even imagine that they were going through. She was going to help them.
Three hours later, and two petrol stops later. Chloe was still shaking as she walked through the hospital door, trying to keep it together as she headed towards the front desk. Words she didn't even heard tumbled from her mouth as the nurse wordlessly responded. The nervous feeling kept getting worse, as the sounds of her heels clicking against the spotless floors echoed through her minded as the nurse showed her down the silent corridor. Chloe had no idea what she was going to see or what she was even going to say. Her laptop with some of the information was tucked away in the back of her car. Her hands furiously shook as she tightly pressed them against her stomach. The need to be sick was immediate, as she felt the pressure on her throat. The nurse nodded her head towards the door, signaling her to go in. She didn't even know the person laying behind the door, she pressed her cold hand against the silver handle as gently pushed it open. There he was Dean Winchester, from all the stories that she heard about this man. This wasn't what she was expecting, tubes were near enough covering his body and scars and bruises was covering the rest. She 'd never seen someone look so fragile before, all the stories that she heard about him. The way the person talked about him, she could the love the man had for Dean. Tears threatening to flood as she placed herself in the brown worn out chair next to the bed. Running her eyes over him as she took in his details, even covered in scars she could tell that he was a good looking person. He probably even knew it, she thought with a sad smile as she clasped her trembling hand over his. She knew she was going to do everything that she could to help him, she knew that before she got here. And as she looked at the sleeping figure she knew she was going to do everything in her power to do so.
"I didn't think you'd arrive so soon."
A tired rough voice uttered behind her, she turned around to took a look at the person. She couldn't help but smile, she hadn't seen him in so long it was good to see him again. Even though it was under unfortunate circumstances.
"I told you I'd get here as soon as I could Mr Winchester."
TBC
Title: Bringing Him Home
Rating: R
Pairing: Chloe/Dean (eventually)
Summary: A cross-over with Smallville which Deals with the Supernatural episode "In My Time of Dying," a Winchester gets in connect with Chloe asking her for help with finding a way to help Dean.
Disclaimer: Own nothing unfortunately.
She could feel her head bobbing back and forth as the stillness of the night was finally getting to her. She was stuck on the Daily Planet for the next two hours. She wouldn't usually mind but there wasn't much for her to do but write out obits for the next issue of the Daily Planet. Her fingers clicking along the key board of her computer were the only sounds in the office, the janitor was down the hallway. The slapping sounds of his mop against the floor could faintly be heard. After finishing the work that needed to be done, she quickly went through her emails and messages on her phone, a couple from Lois and a two from Clark and the couple from some class mates. She went about replying as she leaned back in her chair and tried to relax, she wasn't really used to a quiet night at work or a quiet night anywhere. The last couple of weeks involved chasing Meteor Freaks and helping getting everything ready for the newspaper. Chloe knew she should enjoy the calmness of the now before it ended but it made her unnerved, she knew something was bound to happen soon. It was the calm before the storm, she put her phone back in her bag. As she went to make herself a cup of coffee, something she was going to need if she was going to need if she was going to keep her eyes open for the rest of the shift.
Her nails clicking away on the staff table, as she waited for the kettle to boil. This shift was beginning to be the worst one yet, as she watched the night staff hustling through the building. It seemed no one had much to do tonight, going through the biscuits as Matt from the photography department walked through the staffing room. Smile plastered across his face, as he slouched into one of the chairs.
"Isn't it just a fine night?"
He muttered with a grin, running his fingers through his hair as he let out a deep sigh. She knew where this was going, he was going to tell her how great his night before was and try and go into too much detail before she hurried off back down stairs. Chloe didn't really want to go through this again. Which was why she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief as someone popped in saying there was a Winchester online for her.
Half an hour after the conversation ended her hands started trembling from what she just heard. She hadn't been in contact with this person for a long time now, in fact she thought she'd never hear from him again. He wasn't exactly the type of person to make contact, she didn't think he even owned a phone. But as she looked down at the office's the pain in her chest was quickly getting worse. He needed her help, someone he cared for was in serious trouble and he wanted her help. Harsh deep breaths left her lips, as she tried to keep control of the situation. There was a demon he said, the three of them got seriously hurt he said, something bad happened to him he said. Chloe's chest painfully moving against her chest, as his words went through her mind. He was going to die he said, he needed her help. Her hands clasped against her trembling mouth as she thought about the pain she couldn't even imagine that they were going through. She was going to help them.
Three hours later, and two petrol stops later. Chloe was still shaking as she walked through the hospital door, trying to keep it together as she headed towards the front desk. Words she didn't even heard tumbled from her mouth as the nurse wordlessly responded. The nervous feeling kept getting worse, as the sounds of her heels clicking against the spotless floors echoed through her minded as the nurse showed her down the silent corridor. Chloe had no idea what she was going to see or what she was even going to say. Her laptop with some of the information was tucked away in the back of her car. Her hands furiously shook as she tightly pressed them against her stomach. The need to be sick was immediate, as she felt the pressure on her throat. The nurse nodded her head towards the door, signaling her to go in. She didn't even know the person laying behind the door, she pressed her cold hand against the silver handle as gently pushed it open. There he was Dean Winchester, from all the stories that she heard about this man. This wasn't what she was expecting, tubes were near enough covering his body and scars and bruises was covering the rest. She 'd never seen someone look so fragile before, all the stories that she heard about him. The way the person talked about him, she could the love the man had for Dean. Tears threatening to flood as she placed herself in the brown worn out chair next to the bed. Running her eyes over him as she took in his details, even covered in scars she could tell that he was a good looking person. He probably even knew it, she thought with a sad smile as she clasped her trembling hand over his. She knew she was going to do everything that she could to help him, she knew that before she got here. And as she looked at the sleeping figure she knew she was going to do everything in her power to do so.
"I didn't think you'd arrive so soon."
A tired rough voice uttered behind her, she turned around to took a look at the person. She couldn't help but smile, she hadn't seen him in so long it was good to see him again. Even though it was under unfortunate circumstances.
"I told you I'd get here as soon as I could Mr Winchester."
TBC