SPN/SV Fic: Everything Will Be... (2/7)
Title: Everything Will Be…
Authors: X_tremeroswellian and Shadow_One
Rated: R for language and violence
Spoilers: Up through and including “Freak” for Smallville and “Born Under a Bad Sign” for Supernatural although this is actually an alternate to the latter.
Feedback: Is love and keeps us writing.
Pairing: Dean/Chloe; hints of Sam/Chloe
One | Two | Three | Four and Five | Six | Conclusion
Chapter Two
Chloe arrived at the hospital several hours later, having driven straight through without stopping even though she was exhausted and had a headache the size of Smallville. She gripped onto her purse tightly, her hand resting against the bottle of holy water inside as she spotted Sam in the waiting room.
Sam stood up as he saw Chloe walk in, "Hey."
She eyed him warily, looking at the bruise on his cheek. "I'm sorry in advance, but...Christo," she said.
He didn't flinch, "I'm better now."
She breathed a sigh of relief and moved closer, hugging him. "How is he?"
He sunk into her hold, "I don't know. I haven't heard anything."
Chloe rubbed his back gently, then slowly pulled away to look at him, touching the side of his face and grimacing. "How are you?" she whispered.
"Guilty as hell."
"It wasn't you, Sam."
He looked down, "I was awake when that thing shot him...then when it was beating the hell out of him. It said...awful things."
"Look at me." Her voice was quiet. "He wouldn't want you blaming yourself. You didn't ask for this. It wasn't your fault," she said.
"But he used *my* face to do this to him. He's never going to look at me the same way again."
"He's your brother. He loves you." She gazed at him intently, her eyes sad.
"I know." He said, looking away again.
"He's gonna be okay." She took his arm and led him over to a chair. "Here. Sit down."
Doing as he was told, he put his head in his hands, "It's been too long."
"No news is good news," she murmured, rubbing his back absently and looking at the clock.
"But what if-"
"Shh, it's gonna be all right," Chloe whispered. "It's Dean."
"Sure. Dean."
Swallowing hard, she slowly stood up. "I'll be right back."
He nodded, "Okay."
She headed down to the nurse's station and returned a few moments later with an ice pack. Returning to Sam's side, she offered him a small smile. "Here."
He gave her a questioning look.
"For your cheek," she said softly.
"My cheek?"
A faint smile tugging at her lips, she touched his chin and lifted it up gently, pressing the ice pack to the bruise on the right side of his face.
He winced, "Oh...that."
"Sorry," she whispered.
He smiled slightly, "You're fine."
Chloe gazed at him for a moment. "Are you?" Her voice was soft, filled with concern.
"Not...really."
She was quiet, then slowly stood up, still keeping the ice pack against his cheek. "He'll be okay, Sam."
"I know. I know he will." He sighed and took the ice pack from her, "But this is the second time I've shot him."
"Second time?" She recalled Dean saying the same thing and she sat down beside him.
"First time it was just a shotgun with rocksalt." He drew a breath and stood, "I could've killed him then."
"But you didn't. And I'm guessing you weren't quite yourself then either. Were you?"
"No, but that's not the point. I promised myself that I'd never do that again."
Chloe rose to her feet, gazing at him. "You can't control what you do when you're possessed."
"Still-"
"No still about it, Sam."
He began to pace again, "He needs to stop trying to save me."
Her eyebrows furrowed. "Save you?"
"He thinks he cam protect me from everything." Sam growled, anger level rising, "He's got to realize that he can't."
Chloe watched him pace for a few moments. "He's...got big brother syndrome."
"Yeah, well there needs to be a cure for that."
A small smile tugged at her lips. "Well, I'm sure somewhere someone's working on that."
He felt a small smile touch his own face, "I hope so."
At that moment, she caught sight of a doctor approaching. "Sam," she whispered, nodding toward the man.
Turning around, Sam put his hands in his pockets and waited for the doctor to come to him, "How is he?"
"He lost some blood and he's pretty bruised up. Whoever bandaged his wound did a pretty good job." Dr. Meyers smiled faintly. "He's still out of it right now, but he'll be fine."
Sam let out a breath, "Thanks doc...can I see him?"
"Of course. I'll take you to him."
Nodding, he began to follow the doctor, and motioned for Chloe to follow him as well.
Surprised, she followed quickly, drawing in a breath as they approached Dean's room.
"...so kindly get the hell away from me."
Sam rolled his eyes as he heard his brother's voice, "Boy, he must be extremely happy."
Chloe grinned at the words. "Oh yeah. Sounds like our Dean."
Walking past the doctor and into the room, Sam found his brother sitting up, still pale, with his arm caught up in a sling, "Morning sunshine."
Dean whipped his head toward the voice, then narrowed his eyes, "You..."
"Are back to normal," Chloe cut in, grinning as she looked at him.
Dropping his glare, he turned a surprised look to Chloe, "Hey there gorgeous."
Her eyes sparkled as she held his gaze. "Glad to see you're still yourself."
He grinned, "Glad to know you you're glad."
Grinning a little wider, she glanced at Sam briefly before moving closer to the bed and sitting down on the edge of it. "How ya feeling?"
He shrugged, "Fine."
She patted his uninjured arm lightly and looked up at Sam.
"Sammy, this wasn't your fault."
Sam blinked, "What?"
"You heard me, this wasn't your fault, quit brooding, or I will get out of bed and kick your ass."
Chloe smiled faintly. "I tried telling him that but I think he needed to hear it from you."
"Well, now he has." Dean turned his gaze fully to his little brother. "Sam-"
"I get it Dean. Yeah, not my fault. Sure."
Sensing this was a matter that didn't--or shouldn't--involve her, Chloe rose to her feet. "I'm gonna go get some coffee."
Dean nodded, "Hurry back."
She offered him a smile and a wink and headed out the door past Sam, squeezing his arm gently on the way.
"Alright Sam, what is it you need to hear from me?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"I call a bull shit on that one." The older Winchester said, pointing at him, "Now spill."
Sam didn't respond for a moment. He looked past Dean toward the window. "I could have killed you all," he whispered.
"But you didn't."
"I could've."
"You didn't. I stopped you."
"This time." His voice was quiet.
"And I'll continue to do it." He said, glaring.
Sam didn't respond for a moment. "I had Chloe tied up and at knife point," he said, staring out the window.
"That demon had her tied up. *You* had nothing to do with it." Dean said, hoping that he could talk some sense into his brother, "Besides...I got there on time."
"That's not the point, Dean!"
"Damn it Sam! Yes it is!"
"No, it's not. You made a promise to me. To *Dad*." Sam turned to face his brother.
Dean turned away, "You can't ask that of me."
"You're the only one I can ask that of, Dean."
"Sam, Dad only told me to kill you if I couldn't save you." He said quietly, "I'm going to save you if it's the last thing I do."
He shut his eyes, his head hanging.
Ducking his head slightly, Dean tried to get Sam to look at him again, "Do you believe I can save you?"
Sam didn't respond. "I'm gonna...go get some coffee."
"Sammy, don't do this."
"Don't do what?"
"I need to know you believe in me."
Sam let out a breath. "You know I do, Dean."
"I don't believe you." He said flatly.
He turned to face his older brother. "I believe in you. It's me I don't trust," he said quietly. Before Dean had a chance to respond, he turned and headed out the door.
Dean threw his head against the pillow, barely registering at the pain that shot through his shoulder. He needed to find a way for his brother to believe in himself, come hell or high water.
Authors: X_tremeroswellian and Shadow_One
Rated: R for language and violence
Spoilers: Up through and including “Freak” for Smallville and “Born Under a Bad Sign” for Supernatural although this is actually an alternate to the latter.
Feedback: Is love and keeps us writing.
Pairing: Dean/Chloe; hints of Sam/Chloe
One | Two | Three | Four and Five | Six | Conclusion
Chapter Two
Chloe arrived at the hospital several hours later, having driven straight through without stopping even though she was exhausted and had a headache the size of Smallville. She gripped onto her purse tightly, her hand resting against the bottle of holy water inside as she spotted Sam in the waiting room.
Sam stood up as he saw Chloe walk in, "Hey."
She eyed him warily, looking at the bruise on his cheek. "I'm sorry in advance, but...Christo," she said.
He didn't flinch, "I'm better now."
She breathed a sigh of relief and moved closer, hugging him. "How is he?"
He sunk into her hold, "I don't know. I haven't heard anything."
Chloe rubbed his back gently, then slowly pulled away to look at him, touching the side of his face and grimacing. "How are you?" she whispered.
"Guilty as hell."
"It wasn't you, Sam."
He looked down, "I was awake when that thing shot him...then when it was beating the hell out of him. It said...awful things."
"Look at me." Her voice was quiet. "He wouldn't want you blaming yourself. You didn't ask for this. It wasn't your fault," she said.
"But he used *my* face to do this to him. He's never going to look at me the same way again."
"He's your brother. He loves you." She gazed at him intently, her eyes sad.
"I know." He said, looking away again.
"He's gonna be okay." She took his arm and led him over to a chair. "Here. Sit down."
Doing as he was told, he put his head in his hands, "It's been too long."
"No news is good news," she murmured, rubbing his back absently and looking at the clock.
"But what if-"
"Shh, it's gonna be all right," Chloe whispered. "It's Dean."
"Sure. Dean."
Swallowing hard, she slowly stood up. "I'll be right back."
He nodded, "Okay."
She headed down to the nurse's station and returned a few moments later with an ice pack. Returning to Sam's side, she offered him a small smile. "Here."
He gave her a questioning look.
"For your cheek," she said softly.
"My cheek?"
A faint smile tugging at her lips, she touched his chin and lifted it up gently, pressing the ice pack to the bruise on the right side of his face.
He winced, "Oh...that."
"Sorry," she whispered.
He smiled slightly, "You're fine."
Chloe gazed at him for a moment. "Are you?" Her voice was soft, filled with concern.
"Not...really."
She was quiet, then slowly stood up, still keeping the ice pack against his cheek. "He'll be okay, Sam."
"I know. I know he will." He sighed and took the ice pack from her, "But this is the second time I've shot him."
"Second time?" She recalled Dean saying the same thing and she sat down beside him.
"First time it was just a shotgun with rocksalt." He drew a breath and stood, "I could've killed him then."
"But you didn't. And I'm guessing you weren't quite yourself then either. Were you?"
"No, but that's not the point. I promised myself that I'd never do that again."
Chloe rose to her feet, gazing at him. "You can't control what you do when you're possessed."
"Still-"
"No still about it, Sam."
He began to pace again, "He needs to stop trying to save me."
Her eyebrows furrowed. "Save you?"
"He thinks he cam protect me from everything." Sam growled, anger level rising, "He's got to realize that he can't."
Chloe watched him pace for a few moments. "He's...got big brother syndrome."
"Yeah, well there needs to be a cure for that."
A small smile tugged at her lips. "Well, I'm sure somewhere someone's working on that."
He felt a small smile touch his own face, "I hope so."
At that moment, she caught sight of a doctor approaching. "Sam," she whispered, nodding toward the man.
Turning around, Sam put his hands in his pockets and waited for the doctor to come to him, "How is he?"
"He lost some blood and he's pretty bruised up. Whoever bandaged his wound did a pretty good job." Dr. Meyers smiled faintly. "He's still out of it right now, but he'll be fine."
Sam let out a breath, "Thanks doc...can I see him?"
"Of course. I'll take you to him."
Nodding, he began to follow the doctor, and motioned for Chloe to follow him as well.
Surprised, she followed quickly, drawing in a breath as they approached Dean's room.
"...so kindly get the hell away from me."
Sam rolled his eyes as he heard his brother's voice, "Boy, he must be extremely happy."
Chloe grinned at the words. "Oh yeah. Sounds like our Dean."
Walking past the doctor and into the room, Sam found his brother sitting up, still pale, with his arm caught up in a sling, "Morning sunshine."
Dean whipped his head toward the voice, then narrowed his eyes, "You..."
"Are back to normal," Chloe cut in, grinning as she looked at him.
Dropping his glare, he turned a surprised look to Chloe, "Hey there gorgeous."
Her eyes sparkled as she held his gaze. "Glad to see you're still yourself."
He grinned, "Glad to know you you're glad."
Grinning a little wider, she glanced at Sam briefly before moving closer to the bed and sitting down on the edge of it. "How ya feeling?"
He shrugged, "Fine."
She patted his uninjured arm lightly and looked up at Sam.
"Sammy, this wasn't your fault."
Sam blinked, "What?"
"You heard me, this wasn't your fault, quit brooding, or I will get out of bed and kick your ass."
Chloe smiled faintly. "I tried telling him that but I think he needed to hear it from you."
"Well, now he has." Dean turned his gaze fully to his little brother. "Sam-"
"I get it Dean. Yeah, not my fault. Sure."
Sensing this was a matter that didn't--or shouldn't--involve her, Chloe rose to her feet. "I'm gonna go get some coffee."
Dean nodded, "Hurry back."
She offered him a smile and a wink and headed out the door past Sam, squeezing his arm gently on the way.
"Alright Sam, what is it you need to hear from me?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"I call a bull shit on that one." The older Winchester said, pointing at him, "Now spill."
Sam didn't respond for a moment. He looked past Dean toward the window. "I could have killed you all," he whispered.
"But you didn't."
"I could've."
"You didn't. I stopped you."
"This time." His voice was quiet.
"And I'll continue to do it." He said, glaring.
Sam didn't respond for a moment. "I had Chloe tied up and at knife point," he said, staring out the window.
"That demon had her tied up. *You* had nothing to do with it." Dean said, hoping that he could talk some sense into his brother, "Besides...I got there on time."
"That's not the point, Dean!"
"Damn it Sam! Yes it is!"
"No, it's not. You made a promise to me. To *Dad*." Sam turned to face his brother.
Dean turned away, "You can't ask that of me."
"You're the only one I can ask that of, Dean."
"Sam, Dad only told me to kill you if I couldn't save you." He said quietly, "I'm going to save you if it's the last thing I do."
He shut his eyes, his head hanging.
Ducking his head slightly, Dean tried to get Sam to look at him again, "Do you believe I can save you?"
Sam didn't respond. "I'm gonna...go get some coffee."
"Sammy, don't do this."
"Don't do what?"
"I need to know you believe in me."
Sam let out a breath. "You know I do, Dean."
"I don't believe you." He said flatly.
He turned to face his older brother. "I believe in you. It's me I don't trust," he said quietly. Before Dean had a chance to respond, he turned and headed out the door.
Dean threw his head against the pillow, barely registering at the pain that shot through his shoulder. He needed to find a way for his brother to believe in himself, come hell or high water.