Fic: Savior 5/23 - PG13 - Chloe/Dean
Fic: Savior
Author: Angela_StJoan aka Blaire023
Rating: PG13
Pairing: SV/SPN - Chloe/Dean
Disclaimer: We all know I don’t own the characters. If I did…the possibilities would be endless.
Spoilers: SV - None/SPN - Season 4
A/N: I know this has been done before (HUGE fan of Crossing Kansas) but I’ve had this done for a while now - about 10 out of 23 chapters are already typed up and being edited and decided that I would go ahead and post it. Please leave FB, I love it just as much as the next person.
Summary: Castiel believes Chloe can save Dean from himself. But can she really?
Chapter 5: Family
September 18th - still - Pontiac, Illinois
Chloe noticed the change in his posture and tossed Dean her purse from beside her. “Phone’s in there.”
Dean looked down at the purse in his lap and back over at the blonde beside him. Every guy knew purses were dangerous. Put your hand in one and virtually anything could come out. Chloe laughed and reached her hand over to root through her purse. Dean shifted uncomfortably as her hand danced across his lap. He swallowed a moan and thought to himself that it had been a long damn time since he’d gotten to lose himself in a woman.
Chloe pulled the phone out of her purse and swallowed tightly, realizing where her hand had just been. She held the phone out to Dean and nearly sighed in relief as he plucked it from her hand. Chloe pulled up to the seen better days apartment building. It was somewhat of an eyesore but that hadn’t really mattered when she had signed the 6 month lease.
She had moved to Pontiac from her apartment in Metropolis in June to prepare for Dean’s arrival. Castiel had told her that it was temporary so she had packed all of her stuff into a storage unit back home and brought her clothes and a few essentials with her to Illinois.
Dean frowned after punching in Sam’s number and getting a disconnected message. He palmed Chloe’s phone in his hand and stared across the street. Chloe followed his stare and grinned. She took her apartment key off her key ring and gave it to Dean. “Why don’t you head up to 4b and I’ll go get food.” Her stomach rumbled and she laughed shortly. “I haven’t been waiting as long as you have but I’m pretty hungry too.”
Dean nodded and got out of the car, He held up the phone and Chloe shook her head. “You keep it. Try calling Bobby. Maybe he knows how to get a hold of Sam.”
Dean closed his eyes at his own stupidity. Chloe knocked on the roof of the car to get his attention. When he looked at her she smiled softly in understanding. “You’ve had a rough day, Dean. Don’t blame yourself for being off your game, okay?” Dean’s eyes searched hers and then he nodded slowly.
“Rough doesn’t begin to cover it.” And then he turned around and climbed the steps to her second floor apartment.
Chloe followed him with her eyes and when he safely shut the door behind him she jogged over to the One Shot Diner to place their order.
Dean had been somewhat surprised at the sparseness of Chloe’s apartment. It had a kitchen, an open space for her couch and coffee table and when he ventured down the hall he found her bedroom and a very small bathroom. He stopped at the door to her bedroom and stared at the giant bed taking up one whole wall. He couldn’t stop from wondering what kind of exercise she did in there.
He had noticed the treadmill in the living room and when she had tackled him at the gas station he couldn’t have stopped himself from noticing that she may be small of stature but she was quick and powerful. He groaned as desire stirred in his gut. She had instantly caught his attention. Her disheveled blonde hair and the mischievous way her green eyes sparkled.
When she had thrown herself into his arms with abandon earlier he had instantly relaxed and he had wanted to sink into her slick warmth. Making his way back to the living room Dean shook his head ruefully. Too bad she was a nut job. Angels had pulled him from hell. Right.
Chloe knocked on the door to the apartment before slowly pushing it open. Dean stood in the middle of the living room and Chloe nearly sighed in relief. She hadn’t been totally sure he would stick around and had kept an eye on the front door of her apartment from the picture window in the diner. That didn’t insure he wouldn’t sneak out the fire escape though.
Chloe held up a bag of food before turning around and locking the door behind her, sliding the chain home. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted so I went for the big calories.” She grinned and started taking foil wrapped foods and Styrofoam containers out of the stuffed bag. “There are burgers and fries and I don’t know about you, but I was in the mood for pie.”
Dean came into the open kitchen, his mouth watering at the smell of meat. “This looks amazing.” He commented before unwrapping a burger and devouring it in a few huge bites. Chloe smiled at him and leaned against the counter. Forking a piece of pie into her mouth while Dean worked through a mouthful of fries Chloe tipped her head towards her cell. “Did you get a hold of Bobby?”
Dean glanced at her phone on the counter and shook his head. “I haven’t tried yet.”
Chloe nodded in understanding, her attention turned back to the apple pie in front of her. They ate in silence for a few minutes before the knock on her door had them both pausing mid-bite. Chloe set her pie aside, slipped a shotgun out from beside the cabinets and slowly made her way to the door. Dean immediately had her back, moving to stand beside the door, his back flattened to the wall.
Chloe used the peephole and saw Castiel on the other side. She groaned and rolled her eyes.
“You can stand down.” Chloe told him, unlocking the door and narrowing her eyes at the angel on her doormat. “Since when do you knock, Cas?”
Castiel entered the apartment he had come to think of as his as much as Chloe’s. “I was not sure of his reaction so I chose to use civilian ways.”
Chloe smiled and motioned to the newcomer, “Dean, this is Castiel.”
Dean studied the guy in his lawyer suit and trench coat, “Is it supposed to rain today?”
Castiel studied the dirtied man standing in front of him, “You are making fun of my outerwear.” When Chloe snickered Castiel turned to her, his expression blank. “I did not intend to make a joke.”
Dean looked at her as if to ask ‘Is this guy for real?” Chloe shrugged and left the pair to disappear into her bedroom only to return a few minutes later with a stack of clothes in her hand and a towel.
“I’m going to make this a quick introduction. Dean Winchester, this is Castiel, your angel that brought you out of hell.” She pressed the stack of clothes into his arms, “and these are some clean clothes to change into. I wasn’t sure about boxers or briefs so I skipped that.” She pursed her lips, “I don’t think you’ll mind though.” Her eyebrow rose playfully.
Dean was still staring at Castiel as the man stood perfectly still and stoic in front of him, “You’re an angel?”
Castiel affected a shrug in response. “I am indeed a messenger of our Father.”
Dean snorted, “In all my years of hunting I’ve never run across an angel or anything heaven related.”
“But you have hunted demons, yes?”
Dean stopped and blinked, “Well, yes.”
Castiel nodded, “So if you believe in demons you must believe hell exists. And Hell cannot exist without Heaven.”
Chloe had pretty much blended into the background at that point. She knew Dean was not going to be easily swayed. “Cas, maybe you could just show him?” She motioned to his back.
Castiel sighed and closed his eyes; he concentrated on unfurling his wings and spread them out to their full span.
Dean stared in disbelief. “So, you really are an angel?” Castiel nodded and tucked his wings back into his side. Dean looked over to Chloe for confirmation. “So what does that make you?”
Chloe looked surprised by that question and then answered softly, “I’m human, Dean. Just like you.” At his bewildered look Chloe reached out a hand and touched his arm gently. “You are still human, Dean. Nothing has changed except that you were chosen to have a second chance.” Dean wet his lips and looked away from her imploring gaze.
“I think I’ll go clean up now.”
He raised his clothes in front of him and made his way to the bathroom.
TBC
Author: Angela_StJoan aka Blaire023
Rating: PG13
Pairing: SV/SPN - Chloe/Dean
Disclaimer: We all know I don’t own the characters. If I did…the possibilities would be endless.
Spoilers: SV - None/SPN - Season 4
A/N: I know this has been done before (HUGE fan of Crossing Kansas) but I’ve had this done for a while now - about 10 out of 23 chapters are already typed up and being edited and decided that I would go ahead and post it. Please leave FB, I love it just as much as the next person.
Summary: Castiel believes Chloe can save Dean from himself. But can she really?
Chapter 5: Family
September 18th - still - Pontiac, Illinois
Chloe noticed the change in his posture and tossed Dean her purse from beside her. “Phone’s in there.”
Dean looked down at the purse in his lap and back over at the blonde beside him. Every guy knew purses were dangerous. Put your hand in one and virtually anything could come out. Chloe laughed and reached her hand over to root through her purse. Dean shifted uncomfortably as her hand danced across his lap. He swallowed a moan and thought to himself that it had been a long damn time since he’d gotten to lose himself in a woman.
Chloe pulled the phone out of her purse and swallowed tightly, realizing where her hand had just been. She held the phone out to Dean and nearly sighed in relief as he plucked it from her hand. Chloe pulled up to the seen better days apartment building. It was somewhat of an eyesore but that hadn’t really mattered when she had signed the 6 month lease.
She had moved to Pontiac from her apartment in Metropolis in June to prepare for Dean’s arrival. Castiel had told her that it was temporary so she had packed all of her stuff into a storage unit back home and brought her clothes and a few essentials with her to Illinois.
Dean frowned after punching in Sam’s number and getting a disconnected message. He palmed Chloe’s phone in his hand and stared across the street. Chloe followed his stare and grinned. She took her apartment key off her key ring and gave it to Dean. “Why don’t you head up to 4b and I’ll go get food.” Her stomach rumbled and she laughed shortly. “I haven’t been waiting as long as you have but I’m pretty hungry too.”
Dean nodded and got out of the car, He held up the phone and Chloe shook her head. “You keep it. Try calling Bobby. Maybe he knows how to get a hold of Sam.”
Dean closed his eyes at his own stupidity. Chloe knocked on the roof of the car to get his attention. When he looked at her she smiled softly in understanding. “You’ve had a rough day, Dean. Don’t blame yourself for being off your game, okay?” Dean’s eyes searched hers and then he nodded slowly.
“Rough doesn’t begin to cover it.” And then he turned around and climbed the steps to her second floor apartment.
Chloe followed him with her eyes and when he safely shut the door behind him she jogged over to the One Shot Diner to place their order.
Dean had been somewhat surprised at the sparseness of Chloe’s apartment. It had a kitchen, an open space for her couch and coffee table and when he ventured down the hall he found her bedroom and a very small bathroom. He stopped at the door to her bedroom and stared at the giant bed taking up one whole wall. He couldn’t stop from wondering what kind of exercise she did in there.
He had noticed the treadmill in the living room and when she had tackled him at the gas station he couldn’t have stopped himself from noticing that she may be small of stature but she was quick and powerful. He groaned as desire stirred in his gut. She had instantly caught his attention. Her disheveled blonde hair and the mischievous way her green eyes sparkled.
When she had thrown herself into his arms with abandon earlier he had instantly relaxed and he had wanted to sink into her slick warmth. Making his way back to the living room Dean shook his head ruefully. Too bad she was a nut job. Angels had pulled him from hell. Right.
Chloe knocked on the door to the apartment before slowly pushing it open. Dean stood in the middle of the living room and Chloe nearly sighed in relief. She hadn’t been totally sure he would stick around and had kept an eye on the front door of her apartment from the picture window in the diner. That didn’t insure he wouldn’t sneak out the fire escape though.
Chloe held up a bag of food before turning around and locking the door behind her, sliding the chain home. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted so I went for the big calories.” She grinned and started taking foil wrapped foods and Styrofoam containers out of the stuffed bag. “There are burgers and fries and I don’t know about you, but I was in the mood for pie.”
Dean came into the open kitchen, his mouth watering at the smell of meat. “This looks amazing.” He commented before unwrapping a burger and devouring it in a few huge bites. Chloe smiled at him and leaned against the counter. Forking a piece of pie into her mouth while Dean worked through a mouthful of fries Chloe tipped her head towards her cell. “Did you get a hold of Bobby?”
Dean glanced at her phone on the counter and shook his head. “I haven’t tried yet.”
Chloe nodded in understanding, her attention turned back to the apple pie in front of her. They ate in silence for a few minutes before the knock on her door had them both pausing mid-bite. Chloe set her pie aside, slipped a shotgun out from beside the cabinets and slowly made her way to the door. Dean immediately had her back, moving to stand beside the door, his back flattened to the wall.
Chloe used the peephole and saw Castiel on the other side. She groaned and rolled her eyes.
“You can stand down.” Chloe told him, unlocking the door and narrowing her eyes at the angel on her doormat. “Since when do you knock, Cas?”
Castiel entered the apartment he had come to think of as his as much as Chloe’s. “I was not sure of his reaction so I chose to use civilian ways.”
Chloe smiled and motioned to the newcomer, “Dean, this is Castiel.”
Dean studied the guy in his lawyer suit and trench coat, “Is it supposed to rain today?”
Castiel studied the dirtied man standing in front of him, “You are making fun of my outerwear.” When Chloe snickered Castiel turned to her, his expression blank. “I did not intend to make a joke.”
Dean looked at her as if to ask ‘Is this guy for real?” Chloe shrugged and left the pair to disappear into her bedroom only to return a few minutes later with a stack of clothes in her hand and a towel.
“I’m going to make this a quick introduction. Dean Winchester, this is Castiel, your angel that brought you out of hell.” She pressed the stack of clothes into his arms, “and these are some clean clothes to change into. I wasn’t sure about boxers or briefs so I skipped that.” She pursed her lips, “I don’t think you’ll mind though.” Her eyebrow rose playfully.
Dean was still staring at Castiel as the man stood perfectly still and stoic in front of him, “You’re an angel?”
Castiel affected a shrug in response. “I am indeed a messenger of our Father.”
Dean snorted, “In all my years of hunting I’ve never run across an angel or anything heaven related.”
“But you have hunted demons, yes?”
Dean stopped and blinked, “Well, yes.”
Castiel nodded, “So if you believe in demons you must believe hell exists. And Hell cannot exist without Heaven.”
Chloe had pretty much blended into the background at that point. She knew Dean was not going to be easily swayed. “Cas, maybe you could just show him?” She motioned to his back.
Castiel sighed and closed his eyes; he concentrated on unfurling his wings and spread them out to their full span.
Dean stared in disbelief. “So, you really are an angel?” Castiel nodded and tucked his wings back into his side. Dean looked over to Chloe for confirmation. “So what does that make you?”
Chloe looked surprised by that question and then answered softly, “I’m human, Dean. Just like you.” At his bewildered look Chloe reached out a hand and touched his arm gently. “You are still human, Dean. Nothing has changed except that you were chosen to have a second chance.” Dean wet his lips and looked away from her imploring gaze.
“I think I’ll go clean up now.”
He raised his clothes in front of him and made his way to the bathroom.
TBC