SPN/SV fic: Everything Will Be... (7/7)
Title: Everything Will Be…
Authors: X_tremeroswellian and Shadow_One
Rated: R for language and violence
Disclaimer: Not ours. Don’t sue. Thanks.
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 Seven (The Conclusion)
Chloe lay curled up in bed, watching Titanic on A&E as Sam sat beside her on the bed, his back against the headboard. He'd stayed with her all afternoon as they waited for Dean to return, though she was praying he didn't bring back food. The very thought still made her stomach churn. She was almost asleep when she heard the door open.
Sam looked up and saw his brother walk in, a lone paper bag in his hand. Watching him put it down on the desk, he raised his eyebrow, "Where you been Dean?"
"Told you, I went to get food...which is in your room, by the way."
Sam only nodded and made to move away from Chloe.
Chloe slowly sat up, still pale. "Thanks," she murmured to Sam, gazing at him for a moment before looking over at Dean wordlessly.
Seeing how pale she had gotten, Dean rushed over to her as his brother moved away. Gathering her in his arms, he kissed her cheek, "Hey...how you doing?"
"A little better," she told him softly, sliding her arms around him, relieved that he'd finally returned. "I was starting to worry about you."
"Sorry I took so long." He said quietly.
Nodding a little, she buried her face against his neck. "You okay?"
"I'm just fine. Only worried about you."
"I'm okay," she murmured.
"You sure? You still look really pale."
Chloe drew in a breath and slowly pulled away to look at him. "Still nauseous, but better."
He nodded, "Good. Glad you're feeling at least a little better."
She managed a small smile. "Missed you." She swallowed hard.
"I missed you more."
An actual smile tugged at her lips. "How do you know that?"
"Because...It's just so natural." He joked.
She shook her head a little and glanced past him to where the paper bag set on the table. "What's that?" she asked curiously.
He looked over at the bag, "Oh that...it's..." he bit his lip, not sure how to tell her, "just....stuff."
The hesitancy in his voice alarmed her and she turned her head to stare at him intently. "What kind of stuff?"
He ran a hand through his hair, "If I tell you, will you not hurt me?"
Now she was really worried. "When have I hurt you?"
"Never...never...but this would probably give you grounds to do so."
Her eyebrows furrowed. "Okay now I'm not sure I wanna know anymore."
"Then I guess I won't tell you."
"No, I wanna know. Tell me." She wrapped her fingers around his wrist.
"It's...pregnancy tests." He said hesitantly.
Chloe's grip loosened slightly. "Oh." She dropped her gaze to the bedspread.
Dean looked down as well, "I'm sorry."
"I was gonna go out and buy one tomorrow. You just saved me the trouble," she said softly.
He smiled slightly, "At least I'm good for that."
"You're good for a lot more than that," she murmured, reaching out and touching his cheek.
He leaned into her touch, "Mm, you think so?"
"I know so."
"I don't know...after this..." He sighed and pulled away, "What if it's positive?"
Chloe was silent for a long moment. "I don't know," she said quietly. "We'll figure something out, I guess."
"You'll have to stay away from me." Dean said quietly, staring toward the window.
Her stomach tightened with tension. "I'll go back to Smallville." She slowly got off the bed and moved to get the paper sack.
He sat up, "No. No you will *not* go back to Smallville."
She bristled, her eyes dark. "That's not really your decision to make."
"I don't care." He said, getting off the bed and standing beside her, "I don't want you dead."
"Clark can protect me."
"Not all the time."
"No one can protect someone else all the time."
"They can try."
"So, I have to stay away from you, but I can't go back home to the only other person who might be able to keep me safe?" She turned to face him.
He put his head down, "It's complicated."
"And you have no desire to explain." *
"It's..." He ran a hand through his hair and began pacing, "There's a demon we've been hunting for over twenty years...and it's killed all the women we've gotten close to. If he finds out you're pregnant he'll...he'll come after you. And-"
"Dean, I know all that," she whispered, shutting her eyes.
He stopped and looked at her, "And you're alright with that? With...with the fact that this thing could come after you?"
"All right with it? It doesn't thrill me." She opened her eyes once more and gazed at him intently. "But if this demon's gonna come after me, it's gonna come after me whether I'm with you and Sam or not."
"We don't know that. Maybe if he doesn't know-"
"And we don't know that he won't either, Dean." Chloe's eyes watered and she turned away, starting to feel ill again, and this time for a different reason. The thought of being away from him made her sick.
His heart dropped and he came up behind her and hugged her close, "I'm sorry."
She shut her eyes, covering his arms with her own and letting out a shaky breath. "What do you want me to do?"
He was silent for a moment, "I want...you to be happy."
"Without you." Her voice was strained.
Dean's heart became even more heavy at her voice and he caved, "Or with me." He whispered.
A tear trickled down her cheek and she leaned back against him. "I don't wanna be without you," she whispered.
"Then I guess we'll find a way to make this work."
She just hoped he was right.
~Fini~
Stay tuned for the sequel, Sweet Sacrifice, coming to a LJ near you! :)
Authors: X_tremeroswellian and Shadow_One
Rated: R for language and violence
Disclaimer: Not ours. Don’t sue. Thanks.
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 Seven (The Conclusion)
Chloe lay curled up in bed, watching Titanic on A&E as Sam sat beside her on the bed, his back against the headboard. He'd stayed with her all afternoon as they waited for Dean to return, though she was praying he didn't bring back food. The very thought still made her stomach churn. She was almost asleep when she heard the door open.
Sam looked up and saw his brother walk in, a lone paper bag in his hand. Watching him put it down on the desk, he raised his eyebrow, "Where you been Dean?"
"Told you, I went to get food...which is in your room, by the way."
Sam only nodded and made to move away from Chloe.
Chloe slowly sat up, still pale. "Thanks," she murmured to Sam, gazing at him for a moment before looking over at Dean wordlessly.
Seeing how pale she had gotten, Dean rushed over to her as his brother moved away. Gathering her in his arms, he kissed her cheek, "Hey...how you doing?"
"A little better," she told him softly, sliding her arms around him, relieved that he'd finally returned. "I was starting to worry about you."
"Sorry I took so long." He said quietly.
Nodding a little, she buried her face against his neck. "You okay?"
"I'm just fine. Only worried about you."
"I'm okay," she murmured.
"You sure? You still look really pale."
Chloe drew in a breath and slowly pulled away to look at him. "Still nauseous, but better."
He nodded, "Good. Glad you're feeling at least a little better."
She managed a small smile. "Missed you." She swallowed hard.
"I missed you more."
An actual smile tugged at her lips. "How do you know that?"
"Because...It's just so natural." He joked.
She shook her head a little and glanced past him to where the paper bag set on the table. "What's that?" she asked curiously.
He looked over at the bag, "Oh that...it's..." he bit his lip, not sure how to tell her, "just....stuff."
The hesitancy in his voice alarmed her and she turned her head to stare at him intently. "What kind of stuff?"
He ran a hand through his hair, "If I tell you, will you not hurt me?"
Now she was really worried. "When have I hurt you?"
"Never...never...but this would probably give you grounds to do so."
Her eyebrows furrowed. "Okay now I'm not sure I wanna know anymore."
"Then I guess I won't tell you."
"No, I wanna know. Tell me." She wrapped her fingers around his wrist.
"It's...pregnancy tests." He said hesitantly.
Chloe's grip loosened slightly. "Oh." She dropped her gaze to the bedspread.
Dean looked down as well, "I'm sorry."
"I was gonna go out and buy one tomorrow. You just saved me the trouble," she said softly.
He smiled slightly, "At least I'm good for that."
"You're good for a lot more than that," she murmured, reaching out and touching his cheek.
He leaned into her touch, "Mm, you think so?"
"I know so."
"I don't know...after this..." He sighed and pulled away, "What if it's positive?"
Chloe was silent for a long moment. "I don't know," she said quietly. "We'll figure something out, I guess."
"You'll have to stay away from me." Dean said quietly, staring toward the window.
Her stomach tightened with tension. "I'll go back to Smallville." She slowly got off the bed and moved to get the paper sack.
He sat up, "No. No you will *not* go back to Smallville."
She bristled, her eyes dark. "That's not really your decision to make."
"I don't care." He said, getting off the bed and standing beside her, "I don't want you dead."
"Clark can protect me."
"Not all the time."
"No one can protect someone else all the time."
"They can try."
"So, I have to stay away from you, but I can't go back home to the only other person who might be able to keep me safe?" She turned to face him.
He put his head down, "It's complicated."
"And you have no desire to explain." *
"It's..." He ran a hand through his hair and began pacing, "There's a demon we've been hunting for over twenty years...and it's killed all the women we've gotten close to. If he finds out you're pregnant he'll...he'll come after you. And-"
"Dean, I know all that," she whispered, shutting her eyes.
He stopped and looked at her, "And you're alright with that? With...with the fact that this thing could come after you?"
"All right with it? It doesn't thrill me." She opened her eyes once more and gazed at him intently. "But if this demon's gonna come after me, it's gonna come after me whether I'm with you and Sam or not."
"We don't know that. Maybe if he doesn't know-"
"And we don't know that he won't either, Dean." Chloe's eyes watered and she turned away, starting to feel ill again, and this time for a different reason. The thought of being away from him made her sick.
His heart dropped and he came up behind her and hugged her close, "I'm sorry."
She shut her eyes, covering his arms with her own and letting out a shaky breath. "What do you want me to do?"
He was silent for a moment, "I want...you to be happy."
"Without you." Her voice was strained.
Dean's heart became even more heavy at her voice and he caved, "Or with me." He whispered.
A tear trickled down her cheek and she leaned back against him. "I don't wanna be without you," she whispered.
"Then I guess we'll find a way to make this work."
She just hoped he was right.
~Fini~
Stay tuned for the sequel, Sweet Sacrifice, coming to a LJ near you! :)