Those Three Words (4/?)
Title: Those Three Words
Authors: xtremeroswellia and clarksmuse
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Chlean (Chloe/Dean)
Disclaimer: We don't own these characters. We just love them and wanted to play with them, that's all! Please don't sue...
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Sam was pacing the room by the time Dean and Chloe got back to her place. And the moment Dean walked in, holding his right side, Sam launched into him. "Where the hell have you been? You haven't been answering your cell, thought maybe you were in a ditch somewhere --"
Dean help up a hand to silence him and looked at Chloe. "See what I have to put up with?" he joked, then grimaced as he sat down.
Chloe eyed Dean worriedly and then looked at Sam. "Sorry. I know it's late, but this is pretty standard for a night of patrolling." She shrugged out of her jacket, making a face at the stains. "I hate zombies," she muttered.
"Zombies?" Sam cried out, taking several strides to his brother, knowing he was injured and probably didn't want anyone doing anything about it. "How many were there?"
"At least ten," Dean remarked, seeing that concerned look in Sam's eye. "I'm alright Sammy. No need to gush."
"I don't gush," Sam retorted, looking over at Chloe. "You okay?" he asked her. "Bozo here's trying to hide his injury."
"He's been doing it all evening. And I'm fine," she told him. "Sum total...six vamps, eleven zombies and a close encounter of the British kind."
Sam shook his head, stifling a laugh that she was okay and her usual amusing self. Dean, on the other hand, looked about as happy as a hungry bear. "Let me take a look," he said. "You've had a busy night."
"Hell no," Dean snapped back. "I'm fine. Besides, I wouldn't want to offend any delicate female senses with my hot bod." He stood up and started stumbling his way to the bathroom.
Chloe rolled her eyes and looked at Sam. "I'll go," she told him, shaking her head and following Dean into the bathroom. "All right, take off your shirt."
"What?" Dean asked, shocked by the fact that Chloe had followed him into her cramped little bathroom. "No really, I think I got this." His body knew better, though, because he suddenly groaned in pain.
Concern in her eyes, she shut the door and moved to his side. "Sit," she said, motioning to the sink.
Dean recognized the authority in her voice and obeyed, stripping off his shirt and watching her. "Yes, Nurse," he grumbled, watching her visually inspect his wound. "What's the prognosis?"
"I think you'll live," she informed him with a small smile. She pulled her first aid kit from the medicine cabinet, as well as a bottle of peroxide. Dabbing some of it onto a wad of cotton, she gently cleansed the wound and placed a bandage over it.
Dean winced a little over the sting of the peroxide, which he hoped Chloe didn't see, but deep down he enjoyed her bandaging him up. The feel of her fingers brushing his skin lightly. And it was over way too quickly, he thought to himself as he watched her clean up. Shrugging back into his shirt, he grinned playfully and said, "Got any wounds that need tending to?"
She couldn't help but smirk at him. "Well, if you had gotten here a few days sooner..."
Smiling and standing up, he stood over her, just a hair too close, and grinned. "Don't tease like that. Makes me wanna stick around to see if you'll need any... first aid."
It was unnerving having him so physically close to her and her brain fought to come up with a witty retort. "Might have to take you up on that sometime," she responded.
She wasn't moving, so Dean dared to lift his hand and tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. He stared into her eyes, wondering how he was still breathing. He felt like he was drowning in her eyes and was beginning to contemplate something more than that when he heard a loud knock on the door. "You two fall in?" he heard Sam shout.
Dean stepped back like he'd just been shocked and yelled, "Yeah, it's fine." Nodding to Chloe, he stepped around her and opened the door, leaving the bathroom.
She let out a breath, feeling shaken and not understanding why. She barely knew this guy and for a minute there she'd seriously contemplated shoving him against the wall and kissing him. And that just wasn't like her at all. Confused and unsettled, she slowly left the bathroom as well, her cheeks slightly flushed.
Dean walked quickly down the hall and found his brother back at Chloe's computer, almost as if he'd never left. Running a hand over his face, Dean leaned over Sammy's shoulder and said, "What have you come up with?"
Not turning around, Sam muttered, "The revelation that you too were about to go at it in the bathroom."
Itching to smack his brother in the head, Dean refrained when he saw Chloe come into the room, her cheeks still slightly flushed, her eyes not quite meeting his. "No, moron," he said loudly. "About the monster I called you about."
Drawing in a breath, Chloe moved to stand beside the desk, as well, being sure to keep a few feet's distance away from Dean. "Any luck?"
Scrolling through the pages of information Sam had worked to compile, he stopped and pointed at something. "Yeah, it's small, but it's something. about Springheel Jack. Apparently, Dad had notated an article in a newspaper in Dayton, Ohio. Something about a flying creature scaring a group of teenage girls walking through a local park."
Dean snorted in laughter. "Imagine that. Scaring a bunch of girls." He didn't look at Chloe, though he asked her, "So what happened to make this thing hurt you like it did?"
Sam turned to look at Chloe sharply, concern in his eyes. "Chloe, what happened to you?"
Chloe shot Dean a look, but he didn't meet her gaze. "Nothing, really. I'm all right. I just pissed him off."
Dean chuckled. "Well, what did you go to piss him off, exactly? Wail on him like you did those zombies?"
"Something like that."
Sam looked at Chloe looking at Dean, who was looking everywhere but her, and bit back a laugh. Coughing, he said, "So you fought with this thing a couple nights ago? What happened?"
She sighed softly. "I stopped it from attacking a couple kids. I was trying to get them to safety and made the mistake of turning my back on him."
Jesus, Dean thought. Trying to save kids from it, and the thing attacked her instead. "So its M.O. is to attack children and what it thinks is helpless women?"
"I don't think Springheel Jack fears much," she told him, glancing at him sideways.
"So what are its weaknesses?" Sam asked, trying to glean more information from her. "Does it have weaknesses?"
Dean shifted his eyes towards Chloe, looking at her carefully and hoping she had some answers so they could get this thing and kill it.
"I wish I knew," she said, feeling guilty that she didn't know more. "I've only had the one encounter with him, and... let's just say... he's still alive."
"Damn, then it's a tough mother to kill," Dean replied thoughtfully. "Sammy, anything in Dad's journal about how to kill it?
Sighing in frustration, Sam said, "No. I combed through it thoroughly, and nothing except that article. Which means --"
"-- we'll have to find it and fight it to find its weaknesses," Dean finished. looking directly at Chloe for the first time since he left her in the bathroom.
She met his gaze. "I'll have to find it," she corrected him quietly.
"Wrong, Blondie," Dean snapped. "We are going to find it. All of us. Together. Even Spike might prove useful."
Sam's ears perked up at the mention of Spike, but he kept his mouth shut because of the look Chloe threw at Dean.
She took a step toward him, her eyes narrowing. "I don't want the two of you anywhere near this thing," she said strongly.
Dean took a step towards her, bringing him closer to her. "Tough shit," he replied. "We're gonna hunt it whether you like it or not. With or without you."
"Dean's got a point, Chloe," Sam said, standing up. "It's better to look for this thing together. We can spread out, cover more ground that way."
"Listen to me. This thing is worse than zombies, vamps and slime demons put together. And I'm not gonna have your deaths on my head!"
"That's because we're not going to die!" Dean shouted back, just as insistent.
Sam looked between Dean and Chloe and shook his head. No way he was gonna get between them unless things got bloody.
"And how the hell do you know that?" she demanded, glaring at him.
"Because I have ESP," Dean retorted hotly, glaring back. "What the hell do you think? We know how to take care of ourselves!"
"And I know how to take care of myself but THIS thing damn near killed me!"
"What are you trying to say?" he yelled, inching his way closer to her, thinking his stature might make her back off. "That we're too weak to protect ourselves?!"
Sam saw this thing about to explode, and rather than step in and possibly lose his head in the process, he said, "I'm... gonna go get something from the car. Be back in a sec." And he took off out of the apartment, leaving Chloe and Dean to duke it out themselves.
Neither of them heard or paid attention as he exited quickly.
"That's not what I'm saying," she said tensely. "I'm saying that I nearly died and I have advanced healing powers. You don't! If this was any other demon, I wouldn't have a problem but--"
Growling, Dean interrupted her tirade with a "shut the hell up" and, grabbing her by her arms, hauled her to him and kissed her hard on her already open mouth.
It only took her a couple seconds to realize what was happening and she groaned softly against his lips before returning the kiss, sliding her hands up to his neck as the heat radiated between them.
Chloe's response was the last thing he'd expected, but that only made him wrap his arms around her and hold onto her, deepening their kiss, falling into the sudden and desperate need that crackled around them.
She'd never felt anything like this before. It was needy and hot and bordering on desperation. She pressed him up against the front door, her lips never leaving his.
Dean felt his back hit the door as Chloe slammed them against it, her hands starting to roam over his chest as she kissed him with the kind of hot desperation he felt for her. She groaned, which only drove him to want even more from her. So it was with great regret that he pulled her away from him and broke that hot, mind-melting kiss. "Chloe...." he began, not knowing what to say.
She swallowed hard, quickly taking a couple steps away from him. "Sorry. I... sorry." Embarrassed, she quickly turned and headed toward her bedroom, wondering what the hell had come over her.
Dean followed her, quick on her heels, and was able to stand in the doorway, blocking her ability to shut him out, literally. "Don't apologize," he demanded. "That was -- that was... one amazing kiss." He swallowed hard, wondering what would happen if he kissed her again.
Like she could deny that. She couldn't quite meet his eyes. "I don't really... do that."
Dean took an uncertain step towards her, not wanting to scare her off. "That's why I stopped," he whispered, wishing she would look at him. "I don't want you to.... regret.... having us around, just because I'm a pain in the ass."
Chloe let out a breath. "So... maybe we should just... pretend it didn't happen."
Dean strode into her room and gently took her chin in his hand, lifting her eyes to his. "There's no way I'm forgetting this," he replied, stroking her chin with his finger. "I hope you don't, either." With that, he stepped back and said, "Maybe we should get some sleep."
She gazed at him, more than a little shaken by his words. "That's... probably a good idea." She swallowed hard.
Dean heard the front door slam, so he figured Sam had come back in, feeling the coast was clear. Moving to her again, Dean kissed her quickly, his lips wanting to linger on hers but knowing that was impossible. "Get some sleep, then," he said. "We'll talk more about... whatever tomorrow." He smiled a little, his eyes still a little glassy from kissing her again, and left her room without another word.
Chloe watched him go and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, wondering what she'd just gotten herself into this time
Authors: xtremeroswellia and clarksmuse
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Chlean (Chloe/Dean)
Disclaimer: We don't own these characters. We just love them and wanted to play with them, that's all! Please don't sue...
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen | Sixteen A | Sixteen B | Seventeen | Eighteen | Cocnlusion
Sam was pacing the room by the time Dean and Chloe got back to her place. And the moment Dean walked in, holding his right side, Sam launched into him. "Where the hell have you been? You haven't been answering your cell, thought maybe you were in a ditch somewhere --"
Dean help up a hand to silence him and looked at Chloe. "See what I have to put up with?" he joked, then grimaced as he sat down.
Chloe eyed Dean worriedly and then looked at Sam. "Sorry. I know it's late, but this is pretty standard for a night of patrolling." She shrugged out of her jacket, making a face at the stains. "I hate zombies," she muttered.
"Zombies?" Sam cried out, taking several strides to his brother, knowing he was injured and probably didn't want anyone doing anything about it. "How many were there?"
"At least ten," Dean remarked, seeing that concerned look in Sam's eye. "I'm alright Sammy. No need to gush."
"I don't gush," Sam retorted, looking over at Chloe. "You okay?" he asked her. "Bozo here's trying to hide his injury."
"He's been doing it all evening. And I'm fine," she told him. "Sum total...six vamps, eleven zombies and a close encounter of the British kind."
Sam shook his head, stifling a laugh that she was okay and her usual amusing self. Dean, on the other hand, looked about as happy as a hungry bear. "Let me take a look," he said. "You've had a busy night."
"Hell no," Dean snapped back. "I'm fine. Besides, I wouldn't want to offend any delicate female senses with my hot bod." He stood up and started stumbling his way to the bathroom.
Chloe rolled her eyes and looked at Sam. "I'll go," she told him, shaking her head and following Dean into the bathroom. "All right, take off your shirt."
"What?" Dean asked, shocked by the fact that Chloe had followed him into her cramped little bathroom. "No really, I think I got this." His body knew better, though, because he suddenly groaned in pain.
Concern in her eyes, she shut the door and moved to his side. "Sit," she said, motioning to the sink.
Dean recognized the authority in her voice and obeyed, stripping off his shirt and watching her. "Yes, Nurse," he grumbled, watching her visually inspect his wound. "What's the prognosis?"
"I think you'll live," she informed him with a small smile. She pulled her first aid kit from the medicine cabinet, as well as a bottle of peroxide. Dabbing some of it onto a wad of cotton, she gently cleansed the wound and placed a bandage over it.
Dean winced a little over the sting of the peroxide, which he hoped Chloe didn't see, but deep down he enjoyed her bandaging him up. The feel of her fingers brushing his skin lightly. And it was over way too quickly, he thought to himself as he watched her clean up. Shrugging back into his shirt, he grinned playfully and said, "Got any wounds that need tending to?"
She couldn't help but smirk at him. "Well, if you had gotten here a few days sooner..."
Smiling and standing up, he stood over her, just a hair too close, and grinned. "Don't tease like that. Makes me wanna stick around to see if you'll need any... first aid."
It was unnerving having him so physically close to her and her brain fought to come up with a witty retort. "Might have to take you up on that sometime," she responded.
She wasn't moving, so Dean dared to lift his hand and tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. He stared into her eyes, wondering how he was still breathing. He felt like he was drowning in her eyes and was beginning to contemplate something more than that when he heard a loud knock on the door. "You two fall in?" he heard Sam shout.
Dean stepped back like he'd just been shocked and yelled, "Yeah, it's fine." Nodding to Chloe, he stepped around her and opened the door, leaving the bathroom.
She let out a breath, feeling shaken and not understanding why. She barely knew this guy and for a minute there she'd seriously contemplated shoving him against the wall and kissing him. And that just wasn't like her at all. Confused and unsettled, she slowly left the bathroom as well, her cheeks slightly flushed.
Dean walked quickly down the hall and found his brother back at Chloe's computer, almost as if he'd never left. Running a hand over his face, Dean leaned over Sammy's shoulder and said, "What have you come up with?"
Not turning around, Sam muttered, "The revelation that you too were about to go at it in the bathroom."
Itching to smack his brother in the head, Dean refrained when he saw Chloe come into the room, her cheeks still slightly flushed, her eyes not quite meeting his. "No, moron," he said loudly. "About the monster I called you about."
Drawing in a breath, Chloe moved to stand beside the desk, as well, being sure to keep a few feet's distance away from Dean. "Any luck?"
Scrolling through the pages of information Sam had worked to compile, he stopped and pointed at something. "Yeah, it's small, but it's something. about Springheel Jack. Apparently, Dad had notated an article in a newspaper in Dayton, Ohio. Something about a flying creature scaring a group of teenage girls walking through a local park."
Dean snorted in laughter. "Imagine that. Scaring a bunch of girls." He didn't look at Chloe, though he asked her, "So what happened to make this thing hurt you like it did?"
Sam turned to look at Chloe sharply, concern in his eyes. "Chloe, what happened to you?"
Chloe shot Dean a look, but he didn't meet her gaze. "Nothing, really. I'm all right. I just pissed him off."
Dean chuckled. "Well, what did you go to piss him off, exactly? Wail on him like you did those zombies?"
"Something like that."
Sam looked at Chloe looking at Dean, who was looking everywhere but her, and bit back a laugh. Coughing, he said, "So you fought with this thing a couple nights ago? What happened?"
She sighed softly. "I stopped it from attacking a couple kids. I was trying to get them to safety and made the mistake of turning my back on him."
Jesus, Dean thought. Trying to save kids from it, and the thing attacked her instead. "So its M.O. is to attack children and what it thinks is helpless women?"
"I don't think Springheel Jack fears much," she told him, glancing at him sideways.
"So what are its weaknesses?" Sam asked, trying to glean more information from her. "Does it have weaknesses?"
Dean shifted his eyes towards Chloe, looking at her carefully and hoping she had some answers so they could get this thing and kill it.
"I wish I knew," she said, feeling guilty that she didn't know more. "I've only had the one encounter with him, and... let's just say... he's still alive."
"Damn, then it's a tough mother to kill," Dean replied thoughtfully. "Sammy, anything in Dad's journal about how to kill it?
Sighing in frustration, Sam said, "No. I combed through it thoroughly, and nothing except that article. Which means --"
"-- we'll have to find it and fight it to find its weaknesses," Dean finished. looking directly at Chloe for the first time since he left her in the bathroom.
She met his gaze. "I'll have to find it," she corrected him quietly.
"Wrong, Blondie," Dean snapped. "We are going to find it. All of us. Together. Even Spike might prove useful."
Sam's ears perked up at the mention of Spike, but he kept his mouth shut because of the look Chloe threw at Dean.
She took a step toward him, her eyes narrowing. "I don't want the two of you anywhere near this thing," she said strongly.
Dean took a step towards her, bringing him closer to her. "Tough shit," he replied. "We're gonna hunt it whether you like it or not. With or without you."
"Dean's got a point, Chloe," Sam said, standing up. "It's better to look for this thing together. We can spread out, cover more ground that way."
"Listen to me. This thing is worse than zombies, vamps and slime demons put together. And I'm not gonna have your deaths on my head!"
"That's because we're not going to die!" Dean shouted back, just as insistent.
Sam looked between Dean and Chloe and shook his head. No way he was gonna get between them unless things got bloody.
"And how the hell do you know that?" she demanded, glaring at him.
"Because I have ESP," Dean retorted hotly, glaring back. "What the hell do you think? We know how to take care of ourselves!"
"And I know how to take care of myself but THIS thing damn near killed me!"
"What are you trying to say?" he yelled, inching his way closer to her, thinking his stature might make her back off. "That we're too weak to protect ourselves?!"
Sam saw this thing about to explode, and rather than step in and possibly lose his head in the process, he said, "I'm... gonna go get something from the car. Be back in a sec." And he took off out of the apartment, leaving Chloe and Dean to duke it out themselves.
Neither of them heard or paid attention as he exited quickly.
"That's not what I'm saying," she said tensely. "I'm saying that I nearly died and I have advanced healing powers. You don't! If this was any other demon, I wouldn't have a problem but--"
Growling, Dean interrupted her tirade with a "shut the hell up" and, grabbing her by her arms, hauled her to him and kissed her hard on her already open mouth.
It only took her a couple seconds to realize what was happening and she groaned softly against his lips before returning the kiss, sliding her hands up to his neck as the heat radiated between them.
Chloe's response was the last thing he'd expected, but that only made him wrap his arms around her and hold onto her, deepening their kiss, falling into the sudden and desperate need that crackled around them.
She'd never felt anything like this before. It was needy and hot and bordering on desperation. She pressed him up against the front door, her lips never leaving his.
Dean felt his back hit the door as Chloe slammed them against it, her hands starting to roam over his chest as she kissed him with the kind of hot desperation he felt for her. She groaned, which only drove him to want even more from her. So it was with great regret that he pulled her away from him and broke that hot, mind-melting kiss. "Chloe...." he began, not knowing what to say.
She swallowed hard, quickly taking a couple steps away from him. "Sorry. I... sorry." Embarrassed, she quickly turned and headed toward her bedroom, wondering what the hell had come over her.
Dean followed her, quick on her heels, and was able to stand in the doorway, blocking her ability to shut him out, literally. "Don't apologize," he demanded. "That was -- that was... one amazing kiss." He swallowed hard, wondering what would happen if he kissed her again.
Like she could deny that. She couldn't quite meet his eyes. "I don't really... do that."
Dean took an uncertain step towards her, not wanting to scare her off. "That's why I stopped," he whispered, wishing she would look at him. "I don't want you to.... regret.... having us around, just because I'm a pain in the ass."
Chloe let out a breath. "So... maybe we should just... pretend it didn't happen."
Dean strode into her room and gently took her chin in his hand, lifting her eyes to his. "There's no way I'm forgetting this," he replied, stroking her chin with his finger. "I hope you don't, either." With that, he stepped back and said, "Maybe we should get some sleep."
She gazed at him, more than a little shaken by his words. "That's... probably a good idea." She swallowed hard.
Dean heard the front door slam, so he figured Sam had come back in, feeling the coast was clear. Moving to her again, Dean kissed her quickly, his lips wanting to linger on hers but knowing that was impossible. "Get some sleep, then," he said. "We'll talk more about... whatever tomorrow." He smiled a little, his eyes still a little glassy from kissing her again, and left her room without another word.
Chloe watched him go and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, wondering what she'd just gotten herself into this time