SPN/SV fic: Sweet Sacrifice (1/10)
Title: Sweet Sacrifice
Authors: X_tremeroswellian and Shadow_One
Rating: R for violence, language, and content
Disclaimer: Not ours. Don’t sue.
Author’s Note: This is a follow up to another fic titled “Everything Will Be…”
Feedback is love :D
One | Two | Three | Four | Five Six-Eight | Conclusion
Chapter One
Chloe lay on the sofa in their three bedroom house, one hand resting on her swollen stomach lightly. The house was quiet, save the sound of a cricket chirping somewhere outside the window.
Damn thing. It was driving her completely bonkers.
Groaning, she slowly sat up, wincing a little as her back ached. Rising to her feet and determined to find the little bitch and kill it dead so she could take a nap, she headed for the kitchen. Kneeling down beneath the sink, she opened the cupboard and pulled out a large can of Raid.
She'd teach that bug a lesson about keeping a pregnant woman from her nap time if it took her all day to find it.
"And...do I really want to know what you're doing under the sink?"
"I'm getting a can of bug spray," she informed him, slowly climbing to her feet once more, holding up the can triumphantly.
Dean walked over and took the can from her, "Bed. Now."
"I can't sleep with that thing making all that noise!"
"Then I'll go find it! But I want you in bed!" He said, pointing towards the hallway.
Annoyed, she turned and headed down the hall after handing him the can of spray. "You find that thing and kill it or I will!" she said loudly, not noticing Sam standing in the doorway of his room as she passed.
"Yeah, yeah!" He called after her, then shook his head in amusement. He could tell Chloe was growing restless, not that he blamed her. He remembered when Sam had him on lock down after the whole bank thing. Turning around, he began to walk out the door, lost in thought.
Sighing, she sat down on the edge of the bed she and Dean shared, not in a good mood. She could still hear the stupid cricket, even after the room change and it was grating on her nerves so badly she wanted to tear her hair out. In reality, she just wanted to get out of the house, even if it was only for a few hours.
Creeping around the bushes, Dean finally located where he thought the cricket was. Taking off the cap, he sprayed a generous amount of the bug killer on the weeds, hoping that would kill it.
Resting her head in her hands, Chloe muffled the sound of an aggravated scream.
Dean heard the muffled noise from outside, "I think I got it Chloe!"
Silence. Sweet silence. Closing her eyes, she laid back on the bed, letting out a breath. Thank God.
Walking back into the house, he saw his brother had moved to the table. Smirking at him, he sat down, "This is fun."
"It was getting annoying," Sam said with a smirk.
"Well, yeah...true."
At that moment, the chirping began again and Sam winced as he heard glass shatter in the other room.
Dean looked down the hall, "...Shit."
"I'll go see if I can find the bug. You go see Chloe." Sam rose to his feet, taking the bottle of bug spray and heading for the door.
He nodded and strode down the hall and to Chloe's room. When he went inside, he winced at the broken window, "Dude, violence is never-" He cut himself off at the glare he received, "...Nevermind."
"I have to get out of this house." She stood at the closet, pulling out clean clothes and laying them on the bed.
Dean winced and walked around her tentatively, "Sure that's a good idea?"
"I haven't left in six weeks. If I don't get out, I'm going to go insane. And it won't be pretty, Dean."
He took another glance towards the window, "Yeah...okay, we can go."
"And I'm not just talking about in the front yard."
"Do you want...food maybe?"
A faint smile on her face as she began to change clothes, she nodded. "Food would be good."
He put his hands in his pockets, "And maybe...a movie?"
She paused, her eyes starting to twinkle. "You mean like a date?"
He smiled, "Maybe."
"I'd like that." She smiled back at him.
"Then I guess it's a date." He came over and sat on the bed, "Think we can get a babysitter this time of night for Sammy? Make sure he doesn't burn down the house or anything..."
She rolled her eyes. "I think Sam's old enough to look after himself and the house now." She finished changing clothes and turned to face him.
He smirked, "I dunno..."
Chloe slid her arms around his neck. "Sorry about the window."
He wrapped his arms around her lower back, "It's fine. I'm pretty sure I'd do the same thing..."
She rested her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes. "Love you."
"Love you more." He whispered.
She kissed his cheek. "Let's get outta here."
"Alright." He took her hand and lead her out of the house and down the front steps where he saw Sam digging through the bushes and cussing, "Have fun there College Boy."
Guilt swept over Chloe as she watched Sam attempting to find the cricket that had been chirping and keeping her awake for the last several hours. "Sam."
He turned around, "Yeah?"
"You can stop. We're going out for awhile. Thanks." She met his gaze.
He smiled, "You guys have fun...and I'll just keep up the search. It'll give me something to do."
Her green eyes were soft. "We'll bring you back something to eat," she promised.
"Thanks."
"Sure." She smiled at him faintly before slowly heading toward the car.
Dean was standing at her door-side, waiting for her to get in, "You're so nice to him."
Chloe didn't quite meet his eyes as she slid in the car. "He's a good guy."
"I know he is." he said getting ready to shut the door, "He's my brother."
Looking out the window over to where Sam was on his hands and knees trying to find a bug for her, she smiled faintly. "Yeah. He is."
Hopping into the driver's seat, Dean shot Chloe a side glance, "Where you wanna go?"
She smiled at him and leaned back in the seat. "I don't care." It felt good to be outside. She rolled down the passenger side window and drew in a breath of fresh air.
"Oh you're making this so easy."
Chloe grinned and let her eyes close as he drove down the road.
Dean watched her from the side of his eye and smiled. He decided to take a detour to keep Chloe happy while he tried to figure out where they should eat.
Pretty soon her nostrils were assaulted by the smell of salty air and she opened her eyes. "Are we going to the beach?"
"Maybe...maybe not." He said slyly.
Chloe grinned. She hadn't been to the beach in what felt like forever and even though she was pregnant and didn't have a swimsuit, she could already feel the warm sand beneath her feet. "Have I mentioned I love you?"
"A couple of times...but I always love to hear you say it." He parked the car near the beech, then turned to her and smiled, "This alright for getting out?"
"Yeah, this is perfect." She unfastened her seatbelt, leaned over and kissed him on the lips.
He kissed her back and threaded his arms around her, pulling her close.
She smiled against his mouth, lifting one hand to his cheek.
Pulling away, he put his forehead against hers, "I love you soo much."
Her eyes were twinkling. "Likewise." She kissed his cheek softly.
"I want you to remember that, no matter what. Okay?"
"Ditto." Her eyebrows furrowed a little. "Is there something I should know?"
Dean shook his head and smiled, "Nothing."
Gazing at him uncertainly for a moment, she reluctantly let it go. "All right." She reached for the car door handle.
He reached for his as well, and was out of the car and on Chloe's side before she could open the door. Opening it for her, he grinned, "Can't let a lady open her own door."
She grinned and slid her hand into his when he offered it. "I haven't been to a beach in ages."
"Hey, me either."
Since it was nearly sunset, the beach was nearly empty as they walked down it hand-in-hand. "It's beautiful here," she murmured.
He nodded and brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it.
Her eyes sparkling, she turned to face him, sliding her arms around his neck.
"So I'd say we should slow dance...but there's no music."
"Who needs music?" She smiled and leaned her forehead against his.
Dean began to sway with her, "Yeah, you're right."
She rested her chin on his shoulder, closing her eyes.
He closed his arms around her and pressed her close to his body, "I can't wait for this baby." He whispered.
Chloe smiled a little. "We should start thinking of names," she whispered back.
"You think so?"
"Well, he's gonna be here in four months. Probably a good idea."
He chuckled, "Well, what do you have in mind?"
"I don't know," she admitted. "Michael?"
He thought for a minute, "I like that."
"What about a middle name?" she asked as they continued to slow dance to their own music.
"Thomas?"
"Michael Thomas Winchester," she murmured, a smile forming on her face.
"You like?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah. I do." She smiled and rested her forehead against his.
He smiled back, "Good."
Shifting closer to him, she closed her eyes once more as they danced in the light of the sunset, the gentle ocean waves lapping at the beach. It was the perfect moment.
Authors: X_tremeroswellian and Shadow_One
Rating: R for violence, language, and content
Disclaimer: Not ours. Don’t sue.
Author’s Note: This is a follow up to another fic titled “Everything Will Be…”
Feedback is love :D
One | Two | Three | Four | Five Six-Eight | Conclusion
Chapter One
Chloe lay on the sofa in their three bedroom house, one hand resting on her swollen stomach lightly. The house was quiet, save the sound of a cricket chirping somewhere outside the window.
Damn thing. It was driving her completely bonkers.
Groaning, she slowly sat up, wincing a little as her back ached. Rising to her feet and determined to find the little bitch and kill it dead so she could take a nap, she headed for the kitchen. Kneeling down beneath the sink, she opened the cupboard and pulled out a large can of Raid.
She'd teach that bug a lesson about keeping a pregnant woman from her nap time if it took her all day to find it.
"And...do I really want to know what you're doing under the sink?"
"I'm getting a can of bug spray," she informed him, slowly climbing to her feet once more, holding up the can triumphantly.
Dean walked over and took the can from her, "Bed. Now."
"I can't sleep with that thing making all that noise!"
"Then I'll go find it! But I want you in bed!" He said, pointing towards the hallway.
Annoyed, she turned and headed down the hall after handing him the can of spray. "You find that thing and kill it or I will!" she said loudly, not noticing Sam standing in the doorway of his room as she passed.
"Yeah, yeah!" He called after her, then shook his head in amusement. He could tell Chloe was growing restless, not that he blamed her. He remembered when Sam had him on lock down after the whole bank thing. Turning around, he began to walk out the door, lost in thought.
Sighing, she sat down on the edge of the bed she and Dean shared, not in a good mood. She could still hear the stupid cricket, even after the room change and it was grating on her nerves so badly she wanted to tear her hair out. In reality, she just wanted to get out of the house, even if it was only for a few hours.
Creeping around the bushes, Dean finally located where he thought the cricket was. Taking off the cap, he sprayed a generous amount of the bug killer on the weeds, hoping that would kill it.
Resting her head in her hands, Chloe muffled the sound of an aggravated scream.
Dean heard the muffled noise from outside, "I think I got it Chloe!"
Silence. Sweet silence. Closing her eyes, she laid back on the bed, letting out a breath. Thank God.
Walking back into the house, he saw his brother had moved to the table. Smirking at him, he sat down, "This is fun."
"It was getting annoying," Sam said with a smirk.
"Well, yeah...true."
At that moment, the chirping began again and Sam winced as he heard glass shatter in the other room.
Dean looked down the hall, "...Shit."
"I'll go see if I can find the bug. You go see Chloe." Sam rose to his feet, taking the bottle of bug spray and heading for the door.
He nodded and strode down the hall and to Chloe's room. When he went inside, he winced at the broken window, "Dude, violence is never-" He cut himself off at the glare he received, "...Nevermind."
"I have to get out of this house." She stood at the closet, pulling out clean clothes and laying them on the bed.
Dean winced and walked around her tentatively, "Sure that's a good idea?"
"I haven't left in six weeks. If I don't get out, I'm going to go insane. And it won't be pretty, Dean."
He took another glance towards the window, "Yeah...okay, we can go."
"And I'm not just talking about in the front yard."
"Do you want...food maybe?"
A faint smile on her face as she began to change clothes, she nodded. "Food would be good."
He put his hands in his pockets, "And maybe...a movie?"
She paused, her eyes starting to twinkle. "You mean like a date?"
He smiled, "Maybe."
"I'd like that." She smiled back at him.
"Then I guess it's a date." He came over and sat on the bed, "Think we can get a babysitter this time of night for Sammy? Make sure he doesn't burn down the house or anything..."
She rolled her eyes. "I think Sam's old enough to look after himself and the house now." She finished changing clothes and turned to face him.
He smirked, "I dunno..."
Chloe slid her arms around his neck. "Sorry about the window."
He wrapped his arms around her lower back, "It's fine. I'm pretty sure I'd do the same thing..."
She rested her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes. "Love you."
"Love you more." He whispered.
She kissed his cheek. "Let's get outta here."
"Alright." He took her hand and lead her out of the house and down the front steps where he saw Sam digging through the bushes and cussing, "Have fun there College Boy."
Guilt swept over Chloe as she watched Sam attempting to find the cricket that had been chirping and keeping her awake for the last several hours. "Sam."
He turned around, "Yeah?"
"You can stop. We're going out for awhile. Thanks." She met his gaze.
He smiled, "You guys have fun...and I'll just keep up the search. It'll give me something to do."
Her green eyes were soft. "We'll bring you back something to eat," she promised.
"Thanks."
"Sure." She smiled at him faintly before slowly heading toward the car.
Dean was standing at her door-side, waiting for her to get in, "You're so nice to him."
Chloe didn't quite meet his eyes as she slid in the car. "He's a good guy."
"I know he is." he said getting ready to shut the door, "He's my brother."
Looking out the window over to where Sam was on his hands and knees trying to find a bug for her, she smiled faintly. "Yeah. He is."
Hopping into the driver's seat, Dean shot Chloe a side glance, "Where you wanna go?"
She smiled at him and leaned back in the seat. "I don't care." It felt good to be outside. She rolled down the passenger side window and drew in a breath of fresh air.
"Oh you're making this so easy."
Chloe grinned and let her eyes close as he drove down the road.
Dean watched her from the side of his eye and smiled. He decided to take a detour to keep Chloe happy while he tried to figure out where they should eat.
Pretty soon her nostrils were assaulted by the smell of salty air and she opened her eyes. "Are we going to the beach?"
"Maybe...maybe not." He said slyly.
Chloe grinned. She hadn't been to the beach in what felt like forever and even though she was pregnant and didn't have a swimsuit, she could already feel the warm sand beneath her feet. "Have I mentioned I love you?"
"A couple of times...but I always love to hear you say it." He parked the car near the beech, then turned to her and smiled, "This alright for getting out?"
"Yeah, this is perfect." She unfastened her seatbelt, leaned over and kissed him on the lips.
He kissed her back and threaded his arms around her, pulling her close.
She smiled against his mouth, lifting one hand to his cheek.
Pulling away, he put his forehead against hers, "I love you soo much."
Her eyes were twinkling. "Likewise." She kissed his cheek softly.
"I want you to remember that, no matter what. Okay?"
"Ditto." Her eyebrows furrowed a little. "Is there something I should know?"
Dean shook his head and smiled, "Nothing."
Gazing at him uncertainly for a moment, she reluctantly let it go. "All right." She reached for the car door handle.
He reached for his as well, and was out of the car and on Chloe's side before she could open the door. Opening it for her, he grinned, "Can't let a lady open her own door."
She grinned and slid her hand into his when he offered it. "I haven't been to a beach in ages."
"Hey, me either."
Since it was nearly sunset, the beach was nearly empty as they walked down it hand-in-hand. "It's beautiful here," she murmured.
He nodded and brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it.
Her eyes sparkling, she turned to face him, sliding her arms around his neck.
"So I'd say we should slow dance...but there's no music."
"Who needs music?" She smiled and leaned her forehead against his.
Dean began to sway with her, "Yeah, you're right."
She rested her chin on his shoulder, closing her eyes.
He closed his arms around her and pressed her close to his body, "I can't wait for this baby." He whispered.
Chloe smiled a little. "We should start thinking of names," she whispered back.
"You think so?"
"Well, he's gonna be here in four months. Probably a good idea."
He chuckled, "Well, what do you have in mind?"
"I don't know," she admitted. "Michael?"
He thought for a minute, "I like that."
"What about a middle name?" she asked as they continued to slow dance to their own music.
"Thomas?"
"Michael Thomas Winchester," she murmured, a smile forming on her face.
"You like?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah. I do." She smiled and rested her forehead against his.
He smiled back, "Good."
Shifting closer to him, she closed her eyes once more as they danced in the light of the sunset, the gentle ocean waves lapping at the beach. It was the perfect moment.