Those Three Words (Twelve/?)
Title: Those Three Words
Authors: xtremeroswellia and clarksmuse
Rating: R to NC-17 for language and sexual scenes
Pairing: Chlean (Chloe/Dean) :D
Characters: multi-fandom -- Smallville, Supernatural, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Disclaimer: Neither of us own these characters. We're just borrowing them, so please don't sue!!
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Chloe's fingers flew over her laptop's keyboard as she stared at the information she was pulling up on the screen. Fire kills mother of two in Lawrence, Kansas, Nov. 2, 1983. Mary Winchester is survived by husband John, 37, and sons Dean, 4, and Sam, 6 months. "Cause of fire unknown, arson not ruled out," she murmured, reading to herself.
Biting her lower lip in concentration, she pulled up another Internet browser and did a search on "fires" "mothers" "death" "1983." Surprised when she found three more just like it that easily, she stored the addresses in a file on her computer, along with the articles about the Winchester's mother. Shifting uneasily in her chair, she found the articles about Jessica's death and stored those away, as well.
Something woke Dean up, for he jolted awake and sat up in bed, unfamiliar with his surroundings for a moment. Rubbing his eyes, he looked around, realized where he was, and noticed Chloe was... gone. "Shit," he grumbled sleepily as he stumbled out of bed and tugged on a pair of jeans. "Damn stubborn woman, can't sit still even when she's all cut up."
He left the bedroom and crept down the hall, so as not to disturb Sam and was about to run for the door when a light near the window caught his eye. There she was, he thought, on her computer. Researching something, maybe? Scratching his head, he took a few steps towards her and murmured, "Hey, there you are."
Chloe jumped, caught off guard by his unexpected appearance. So much for Slayer instincts, she thought wryly, quickly saving her work and closing the windows before turning to face him. "Hey. Sorry, did I wake you?"
"Kinda," he rasped, running a hand through his hair, trying to wake up. He'd noticed her jump and hastily shut down her computer before addressing him and debated on whether he should ask about that. "What are you doing up?" he asked softly.
"Insomnia," she told him, rising to her feet. "Thought I'd work on the database while I was awake."
Taking another step towards her, Dean closed the gap between them a little more. She was up to something, he knew, especially considering the fact that she wasn't looking at him. "How's that coming? The... database, I mean?"
"It's gettin' there," she said softly, kissing his cheek lightly. She slid her arms around his waist, hugging him as she thought about how his mother's death must have impacted him at such a young age. The intensity with which she wanted to take away his pain and sadness startled and frightened her.
Chloe's actions surprised him, to the point that he automatically placed his hands on her arms and pulled her back to look at him. "Not that I'm not enjoying what you just did," he began, "and in fact, I'd like to return the favor, but... hey, what's going on?" He saw a tear slip sluggishly down her cheek and wiped it away. He was confounded by her mood and briefly wondered if he was to blame.
"I guess I'm just..." She shook her head slightly. "Missing Lois again," she finished, sensing he wouldn't really appreciate her sympathy. Dean wasn't one to want anyone to take pity on him, no matter how sincere that sympathy may be. And she really did understand that. She tried to smile but didn't quite manage it.
Dean rested Chloe's head on his chest, holding her to him in comfort, not knowing what to say. All he knew is that he wanted to protect her from whatever she was feeling, wanted to put it on his shoulders... because he wanted her to be happy. Kissing the top of her head, he asked, "Why don't you call Lois? Gotta say, family's a pain in the ass to be around, but it's better than being totally alone." Dean briefly thought of Sam and smiled.
"I'm not alone," she said softly. "And she's safer not knowing where I am."
"You may not be alone, Chlo," he whispered, "but you're still lonely."
She couldn't deny that. She was lonely. She had been for six months. But in the past week or so having Dean and Sam around had helped that subside quite a bit. "I'll be okay," she whispered.
"Hey, I thought I was the only one here who was allowed to be the tough guy," he said with a wry smile, not believing her for a moment.
She smiled a bit and pulled away to look at him. "I'd say I'm a pretty touch chick."
Flashing his best smile at her, Dean retorted, "I don't know about that. You're pretty tender in places. Speaking from experience." His smile matched the flirtatious gleam in his eyes.
A smile tugged involuntarily at her mouth, then she leaned closer and whispered in his ear. "I can say the same thing about you."
Pulling her closer, he kissed the tender part of her neck and growled, "Nothing tender about me. Except maybe where you're concerned." He was glad to see Chloe smile, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was still bothering her.
She knew that wasn't exactly true. Despite their teasing and tormenting each other, she knew Dean Winchester was also a proud big brother who would do anything for his little brother. She smiled as his lips brushed against her neck, then she tilted her head back and captured his lips with her own, sliding her hands to the back of his neck.
Dean resisted the urge to crush her to him, because he knew she was probably still sore from her demon bashing earlier in the evening... but the way her lips moved against his made him wonder about the Slayer's healing ability.... and the stamina she always joked about. Stifling a moan in the back of his throat, he willingly gave into her kisses, wrapping his arms around her waist and gently pulling her closer.
Sensing his hesitation and the reason behind it, she kissed a path up to his ear and nibbled on it lightly. "I'm not gonna break," she whispered.
"Are you sure -- Ow!" He nearly jumped when she bit down on his earlobe a little too hard. "Okay, okay, I get it," he murmured seductively, taking her hand and leading her back to the bedroom.
She let him lead the way, and when they were in her bedroom, she shut the door. And locked it, a smirk forming on her face as she looked at him. "Just in case."
Dean crooked an eyebrow at her. "What, you think I'm going to leave NOW?" He reached around her waist and literally swung her to him, making their bodies softly crash together.
She chuckled. "That or in case Sam would get curious," she said lightly.
Chuckling, Dean resumed kissing her neck, murmuring, "No, Sammy knows when to stay the hell away from me." He began inching them back towards the bed.
"Mmm, good to know. I don't really feel like sharing," she whispered with a wicked smile.
Sensing her smile and knowing what was on her mind, Dean moved to kiss her full lips slowly until his legs hit the bed. Falling onto it, he felt her hands on his chest, pushing him down so she could straddle him. "Feeling a little aggressive, are we?" he asked, loving every second of it.
Chloe grinned. "Maybe." She leaned down and kissed his bare chest.
Chuckling, he groaned as her lips worked their way across his chest and further down. "Not... complaining," he ground out, her body pressing against his hardness.
She pressed a kiss to his stomach and hooked her fingers beneath the waistband of his pants, slowly drawing them down. "I can see that," she teased.
Dean moaned audibly when her fingers unzipped his jeans and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing thickness. "Chloe," he whispered between ragged breaths.
"Yes?" She raised an eyebrow, glancing up at him.
Dean reached up and put his hands on her shoulders, squeezing her tightly, trying to form a coherent thought as she stroked him. He opened his mouth several times to speak, but nothing came out but moaning.
She hesitated a moment, suddenly feeling uncertain as she contemplated something she'd never even really thought about doing before. Slowly, she leaned down farther and took him into her mouth, resting her hands against his thighs.
"Godddd," he groaned as he felt her lips encase his length tentatively. "Keep... going..." he urged when he felt her hesitation, trying to let her know what she was doing not only felt good but was driving him insane.
A smile touched her lips and some of her uncertainty faded as she continued her actions, sliding her lips along his length and feeling him tense beneath her.
Dean knew he wouldn't last long at the rate she was going. Her mouth moved over him with more confidence and torturing him. His body grew warm and tense as she showed no signs of letting up. He groaned her name as he dug his fingers into her hair, stroking her beautiful locks.
She knew he was getting closer to the edge, but it didn't stop her from continuing. She had every intention of seeing this through to the end. The noises he was making excited her, because she knew she was the one turning him on.
"Chlo--" Dean tried to call her name but his voice was lost to the sensations she was creating in his body. As he felt his climax begin to wash over him, he called out her name, spilling himself into her.
Several moments later, she kissed her way back up his chest. "Better?"
His breathing still heavy and his limbs shaky, he hoisted her body up to his and planted a hot kiss on her mouth. "A little," he whispered, turning her over, "but maybe it's my turn to play." He was just beginning to slip his hands under her nightshirt when they both heard a frantic pounding on the bedroom door.
"Dean??" Sam screamed on the other end, the vision that woke him up still pounding into his head, making him double over in pain.
Chloe jumped, startled by the yelling, and her eyes went wide as she looked at Dean in alarm. She quickly reached out and flipped on the light, throwing Dean his boxers and jeans.
Concern for his brother made Dean jump off Chloe and yank on his clothes in record time. He shot a comforting look at Chloe, who looked like a deer in headlights, when he yanked open the door and caught Sam, who had been leaning against the other side. "Dude, what is it?" he asked, knowing his brother had another vision.
Sam breathed heavily, his eyes unfocused and unseeing. "Dean," he panted. "I... I saw... Ugh..." His weight sagged against his older brother, nearly toppling Dean to the floor.
Dean grabbed Sam and with a look back to Chloe said, "I've gotta get him out to the kitchen. Something's... wrong."
Nodding, she quickly climbed off the bed and followed them down the hallway toward the kitchen. She headed to the sink and got a cold glass of water for the younger Winchester, setting it down in front of him and resting a gentle hand on his shoulder.
Settling down onto a chair, Sam put his head in his hands, holding it there since his neck was too weak to hold it up.
Dean looked sideways at Chloe and whispered, "Dude, what's going on?"
Knowing Chloe was there, Sam took the proffered glass from her and smiled weakly, concern written all over his face. "She knows already, Dean."
Blinking back a surprise, Dean looked at Chloe and said, "You know about Sammy's nightmares? His... visions?"
"He told me," she admitted softly, keeping a steadying hand on his shoulder. "What'd you see, Sam?"
Sam glanced up at the Slayer, worry in her eyes as she looked at him. "I saw... you, Chlo," he whispered solemnly.
"Chloe?" Dean replied, his body stiffening with fear as he looked into her eyes, which were wide as saucers.
"Okay. Saw me… what?" she asked quietly, pushing her fear aside.
Sam shook his head in denial. "It can't be right," he whispered to himself. "Please tell me it's not right..."
Shaking his brother, Dean forced Sam to look at him. "What, Sam? What can't be right? Tell us, dammit." He'd never seen Sam like this before, and quite frankly, it scared the hell out of him.
"I saw Chloe... die," Sam said simply.
She drew in a breath, not altogether surprised by the announcement considering what he'd told her about his visions. She didn't dare look at Dean right then. "Okay, just take some deep breaths, Sam," she said softly, her voice calm.
Dean blinked back an angry expletive. Not something any of them needed, he thought, as he concentrated on Sam's features. He couldn't look at Chloe now without -- “Sam, we need to know. It's okay," he whispered, gripping his brother's shoulders in reassurance.
"It was a vamp," Sam replied dully, his headache still pounding into his brain, though the vision had disappeared. "But more than a vamp. It looked... strange. Weird. Not like what we've fought before."
Chloe's eyebrows furrowed a little. "Can you describe it?" she asked gently.
"Ugly," Sam immediately replied, throwing a concerned look in Dean's direction. "Looked more like a bat than anything else. Long and sharp fingernails. It's teeth...." His voice drifted off in a shudder of revulsion.
Dean continued staring at Sam, saying nothing. His mind swirled in a million directions, however, as he tried to think about what demon Sam was describing. But he was drawing a blank.
She too, shook her head as the description didn't ring a bell. "Where did it happen?"
"In one of the cemeteries," Sam said, his voice still flat. "I don't know which one. There was a mausoleum nearby, though. I saw it."
"Was there a name on it? Any special features?" Dean asked immediately, mentally running through the graveyards they had hunted in the last week, still unable to look into Chloe's eyes.
"Easy," she whispered, sensing Sam's distress and laying a hand on his shoulder. "Okay. We'll call Giles and the others first thing in the morning, okay? Maybe they'll know more about this."
Nodding his head mutely, Sam just looked at Dean. He knew what his brother was feeling; he could see it in his eyes. This news would not sit well with Dean, especially not given how attached he had become to Chloe.
Dean fell back into the chair next to Sam and let out a heavy breath. He didn't know what to say, think, feel. Except numb. And the fear that he might lose this woman who had become so precious to him.
"Okay, guys, come on. It's gonna be okay. If you had any idea how many times I've been in near-death situations before, you wouldn't be this freaked out."
"Chloe, you don't understand," Sam protested, moving his eyes from his brother's to his friend's. "This thing, it ripped you to shreds. I saw it!"
Dean bowed his head, the numbness turning to rage.
She drew in a breath and let it out slowly, refusing to give into the panic clutching at her. She nodded slightly. "Okay. I get it. But there's nothing we can do right now. And I'm not going out to any cemeteries tonight. So let's just... take a breather."
Sam was about to open his mouth in protest to tell her exactly why they should panic a little when Dean's voice, low and flat, interrupted him. "Calm down, Sammy. We'll deal."
"That's right," she said quietly, nodding her agreement.
Sam didn't look at either of them. He couldn't.
Dean shook his head and looked up at Chloe. "I... I need to talk to Sammy, Chlo. Alone, if that's okay," he said hesitantly. He wasn't sure if he wanted to have the conversation he was going to have with Sam while Chloe was in the same room.
She met his gaze, and nodded slightly. "All right. I'll be in the other room. I'm gonna see if I can find anything in Willow's files." She pointed toward her computer and headed away.
Dean's eyes followed her as she left the room and frowned. He couldn't have been more worried about her, especially now, given what Sam had seen. Turning back to his brother, he immediately said, "What else did you see?"
He let out a breath, closing his eyes as his head pounded and he tried to focus on remembering. "She was alone. She tried to stake him but it didn't work." He winced a little.
Letting out another frustrated breath, Dean continued, swallowing his emotions. "Staking it didn't kill it?" he asked, his voice low so as not to disturb Chloe.
"No. It didn't even come close," he whispered back. "This thing...it's strong. A lot stronger than any normal vampire."
"So you're telling me this is like a Super-Sized vamp?" he asked, knowing nothing about what Sam was saying and wishing the night away so they could hammer out information from Mr. Giles.
"It was the ugliest thing I've ever seen in my life." Which may have been partially due to the fact he'd watched in horror as it had torn Chloe apart. He shuddered involuntarily, feeling sick.
Leaning over and grabbing Sam by the shoulders again, Dean shook him. Hard. "Snap out of it, Sammy. You gotta stop thinking about it, because it's not going to happen!" Not if they could help it, that it. They'd die trying to protect Chloe, and from the look on Sam's face, that might very well happen.
"Then we gotta find a way to kill this thing and fast."
"We will. But I think Giles would know more. So... we wait, ok?" Waiting. The one thing Dean DIDN'T want to do.
Sam nodded slightly, wincing from the pain in his head. He slowly stood up and moved to the cabinet to get a bottle of aspirin.
Dean bowed his head and listened to Sam get out the bottle of aspirin. He had no idea where to begin, no thoughts to translate into words. His jaw worked furiously, his muscles tight as string. "How bad was the vision this time?" he asked dully.
He was silent for a long moment, downing two of the pills quickly. "Bad," he admitted in a very quiet voice.
"The worst one yet?"
Sam didn't reply, knowing his silence would be a sufficient answer.
"Goddammit," Dean muttered under his breath. Sam's visions were getting worse. Definitely not good. Standing up, he looked at Sam. "Need anything?"
"Yeah. To be someone else," he mumbled as he headed back toward the guest room, rubbing the back of his neck.
Dean smiled wryly as he watched his brother go wearily back to his room. If only they were all other people, he thought, turning back to stare at his hands for a moment, breathing deeply to keep his emotions in check. Then standing up, he slowly made his way into the other room, where he found Chloe once again, perched at her computer, typing away furiously.
"Haven't we already done this before?" he kidded, the joke falling short just out of his mouth.
"My guess is it won't be the last time. I'm pretty attached to my computer," she said with a faint smile.
"So I've noticed," he replied softly, moving towards her. "Though I'm hoping for other types of attachment in the future." He tried to sound nonchalant, but the fact that Chloe didn't look up at him suggested it didn't work. He stopped. "I'll let you do your thing with the computer, then."
"You should try to get some rest."
"You need it more," he observed, "especially with your wounds."
Chloe glanced over her shoulder at him. "I'll be there soon."
Dean sat down near her and looked in her direction. "Then I'm waiting for you. Not leaving you alone, again."
She gazed at him for a moment, guilt washing over her. "There's um...something you should know." She shifted her gaze back to her computer screen, swallowing hard.
Dean noticed the instant change in Chloe's demeanor and leaned forward, resisting the urge to go to her and hold her. "What am I missing, here?" he asked quietly.
She drew in a breath and let it out slowly, her fingers stilling on the keyboard. "The thing I fought tonight... I'm pretty sure it's the same thing Sam saw in his vision," she admitted in a quiet whisper.
Dean jumped up. "What?" he whispered, the shock spreading across his already devastated face.
Chloe slowly rose to her feet, turning to face him with worried green eyes. "I'm okay, Dean. But Sam's right... this thing... it's bad. Strong. And really hard to kill."
"Then we really need to get you the hell outta town," he responded instantly, moving towards her.
"Whoa." She held her hands up. "I'm not leaving town."
"There's no way in hell I'm going to let you fight that thing, Chloe," he protested. "Look at what it did to you tonight!" He stopped, just inches from her. He couldn't lose her to anything, especially death.
She rested her hands on his shoulders. "We'll figure out a way to kill it. I can't just leave this thing wandering loose in Cleveland."
"And I can't just watch you die," he whispered, the pain of the thought showing through his eyes, though the rest of his face remained stony and rigid.
It hit her then. The fear in his eyes. He really did love her. She swallowed hard and slid her arms around his waist. "We'll talk to Giles and the others. I promise I won't go after this thing alone."
Sighing in frustration and helplessness, Dean wrapped his arms around her and held onto her tightly, Not wanting to let her go. Refusing to believe Sam's vision would come true. "OK," he replied after several minutes of silence. "We get the info from Giles, find this thing's weakness, and go after it. Together. With Sammy and Spike. And everyone else, if necessary."
"We'll be okay," she whispered.
Still holding onto her tightly, he kissed the top of her head. "Come on. We need to get some sleep. Unless you had other ideas in mind," he finished and flashed a lazy grin into the darkness.
Chloe smiled. "Do you?"
Dean looked down at her and grinned smugly. "Maybe."
"Hmm. Well, if you're not sure, sleep is okay," she said with a shrug, moving past him toward the hall, biting back a grin.
Smiling and knowing she was flirting with him, he followed her down the hall towards her room. Catching her just outside it, he kissed her quickly and deeply, saying, "Hold that thought," before knocking on Sam's door.
When he got no answer, Dean cracked the door to find Sam fast asleep again, a troubled sleep at best, but at least he was out. Slightly relieved, he went back into Chloe's room and shut and locked the door behind him.
She moved to the bed and leaned back on her elbows, her own eyes troubled though she tried not to let it show.
Dean looked into Chloe's eyes and saw her concern. That worried him more than anything else in the world, so he shrugged off his jeans and lay next to her, wrapping his arms around her. "It's okay, Chloe," he whispered. "It's really going to be okay."
"I know," she murmured, kissing his collarbone lightly and resting her head against his chest.
He kneaded her back muscles with his hands softly, trying to relax her. Then threading his hands through her hair, he sighed. "Sounds like you need me to take your mind off of things," he replied, smiling softly.
"Well if you have an idea, I'm open for suggestions," she whispered.
"You being naked would work for starters," he suggested, pulling her up long enough to pull her top off her body, and then gaze lingeringly over her body. "So beautiful," he whispered, cupping a breast gently.
Closing her eyes, she rested her head on the pillows, letting him gently explore her. Things were different this time than the other times they'd been together. Before it was urgent, bordering on desperate. This was intense, but slower. More seductive. More... loving.
Dean loved the fact that she was letting him touch her wherever he wanted, and he took full advantage of that. Stroking her flat stomach with one hand, he gently kissed that point behind her ear that he knew would make her shiver. And when she did, he kissed her again, lazily tracing his fingers across her chest and abdomen.
She drew in a breath, sighing softly and biting her lower lip as his hand rested on her bare stomach. When his lips pressed lightly to her throat, she slid one hand up his back and rested it lightly on the back of his neck.
Hearing her sigh and feeling her touch on his back, he trailed his lips up her cheek to her lips, kissing her gently and tenderly. He wanted their time to last forever. His arms trailed up her body to pull her closer to his, their bodies touching as their lips met over and over again.
Her eyes drifted shut as they kissed softly, slowly, their skin connecting and sending shivers through her body. "Make love to me, Dean," she whispered, her voice very soft, vulnerable.
Dean responded by intensifying their kiss, rolling her onto her back as he rained kisses all over her face and neck, stroking her sides with his hands and stopping with she giggled. "Ticklish?" he asked softly.
"A little," she admitted with a small, shy smile.
"Mmm," he murmured in response, tickling her again a little. "Your laugh really turns me on." He moved his mouth back to hers, moving his hands down to her PJ bottoms.
She chuckled at his words. "That's a first," she said, squirming a little.
Chuckling, he replied, "Good. Finally, a first for me." He turned his attention back to her bottoms, which he got off with her help. "My turn?" he asked, surprised at how shyly the question came out.
"That would... be another first," she admitted in a barely audible whisper.
Dean slipped his hand between her thighs, feeling how ready she was for him already, making his body harder at the gentle stroke of his hand against her core. He sucked in a breath as he felt her hands run against his chest.
Swallowing hard, she shifted her legs apart a little farther. She slid a hand through his hair.
"Chloe," he breathed, his fingers stroking her thighs before dipping a finger into her core, glancing up to watch her eyes widen with surprise and pleasure. He gently rubbed her nub as he played with her gently.
A faint whimper escaped her and she shifted beneath him, all of the bad and fearful thoughts fading from her mind as he touched her. "You... have amazing hands," she managed to say.
Smiling softly, he whispered, "But your face right now? More amazing than anything else." He focused his gaze on her breasts and teased one with his mouth while his finger stroked her gently. His body wanted released but he held it in check, waiting for her pleasure to build.
Her eyes rolled back in her head and she pressed a hand to the back of his neck, keeping him in place. "God," she whispered.
Smiling, Dean continued his sweet time with her, loving her in whatever manner he could until it got to the point where he couldn't take it any more. And even though she whimpered at the loss of his finger, she seemed relieved when he positioned himself above her and entered her slowly, allowing her to get adjusted to him before they started moving together.
She slid her arms around his torso, gazing at him intently as his face hovered a few inches above hers. "I love you," she whispered.
Smiling softly, the need and love for her shining in his eyes, he looked into her uncertain green ones. "I love you, too," he replied softly as he made love to her, her hips rising to meet his with every gentle thrust. With became a little more frantic as the moments passed.
She slid her fingers through his, holding onto his hands as she gazed up at him, winding her legs around his waist.
Moments later, their bodies sated and their minds content, Dean reluctantly pulled out of her and moved off Chloe to gather her in his arms. The memory of her confession still rang true in his mind as he kissed her gently on the forehead, letting her cheek rest on his chest. "Thank you," he whispered, more grateful for this moment than anything else. Ever.
Closing her eyes, she slowly drifted off to sleep listening to the beat of his heart.
Authors: xtremeroswellia and clarksmuse
Rating: R to NC-17 for language and sexual scenes
Pairing: Chlean (Chloe/Dean) :D
Characters: multi-fandom -- Smallville, Supernatural, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Disclaimer: Neither of us own these characters. We're just borrowing them, so 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
Chloe's fingers flew over her laptop's keyboard as she stared at the information she was pulling up on the screen. Fire kills mother of two in Lawrence, Kansas, Nov. 2, 1983. Mary Winchester is survived by husband John, 37, and sons Dean, 4, and Sam, 6 months. "Cause of fire unknown, arson not ruled out," she murmured, reading to herself.
Biting her lower lip in concentration, she pulled up another Internet browser and did a search on "fires" "mothers" "death" "1983." Surprised when she found three more just like it that easily, she stored the addresses in a file on her computer, along with the articles about the Winchester's mother. Shifting uneasily in her chair, she found the articles about Jessica's death and stored those away, as well.
Something woke Dean up, for he jolted awake and sat up in bed, unfamiliar with his surroundings for a moment. Rubbing his eyes, he looked around, realized where he was, and noticed Chloe was... gone. "Shit," he grumbled sleepily as he stumbled out of bed and tugged on a pair of jeans. "Damn stubborn woman, can't sit still even when she's all cut up."
He left the bedroom and crept down the hall, so as not to disturb Sam and was about to run for the door when a light near the window caught his eye. There she was, he thought, on her computer. Researching something, maybe? Scratching his head, he took a few steps towards her and murmured, "Hey, there you are."
Chloe jumped, caught off guard by his unexpected appearance. So much for Slayer instincts, she thought wryly, quickly saving her work and closing the windows before turning to face him. "Hey. Sorry, did I wake you?"
"Kinda," he rasped, running a hand through his hair, trying to wake up. He'd noticed her jump and hastily shut down her computer before addressing him and debated on whether he should ask about that. "What are you doing up?" he asked softly.
"Insomnia," she told him, rising to her feet. "Thought I'd work on the database while I was awake."
Taking another step towards her, Dean closed the gap between them a little more. She was up to something, he knew, especially considering the fact that she wasn't looking at him. "How's that coming? The... database, I mean?"
"It's gettin' there," she said softly, kissing his cheek lightly. She slid her arms around his waist, hugging him as she thought about how his mother's death must have impacted him at such a young age. The intensity with which she wanted to take away his pain and sadness startled and frightened her.
Chloe's actions surprised him, to the point that he automatically placed his hands on her arms and pulled her back to look at him. "Not that I'm not enjoying what you just did," he began, "and in fact, I'd like to return the favor, but... hey, what's going on?" He saw a tear slip sluggishly down her cheek and wiped it away. He was confounded by her mood and briefly wondered if he was to blame.
"I guess I'm just..." She shook her head slightly. "Missing Lois again," she finished, sensing he wouldn't really appreciate her sympathy. Dean wasn't one to want anyone to take pity on him, no matter how sincere that sympathy may be. And she really did understand that. She tried to smile but didn't quite manage it.
Dean rested Chloe's head on his chest, holding her to him in comfort, not knowing what to say. All he knew is that he wanted to protect her from whatever she was feeling, wanted to put it on his shoulders... because he wanted her to be happy. Kissing the top of her head, he asked, "Why don't you call Lois? Gotta say, family's a pain in the ass to be around, but it's better than being totally alone." Dean briefly thought of Sam and smiled.
"I'm not alone," she said softly. "And she's safer not knowing where I am."
"You may not be alone, Chlo," he whispered, "but you're still lonely."
She couldn't deny that. She was lonely. She had been for six months. But in the past week or so having Dean and Sam around had helped that subside quite a bit. "I'll be okay," she whispered.
"Hey, I thought I was the only one here who was allowed to be the tough guy," he said with a wry smile, not believing her for a moment.
She smiled a bit and pulled away to look at him. "I'd say I'm a pretty touch chick."
Flashing his best smile at her, Dean retorted, "I don't know about that. You're pretty tender in places. Speaking from experience." His smile matched the flirtatious gleam in his eyes.
A smile tugged involuntarily at her mouth, then she leaned closer and whispered in his ear. "I can say the same thing about you."
Pulling her closer, he kissed the tender part of her neck and growled, "Nothing tender about me. Except maybe where you're concerned." He was glad to see Chloe smile, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was still bothering her.
She knew that wasn't exactly true. Despite their teasing and tormenting each other, she knew Dean Winchester was also a proud big brother who would do anything for his little brother. She smiled as his lips brushed against her neck, then she tilted her head back and captured his lips with her own, sliding her hands to the back of his neck.
Dean resisted the urge to crush her to him, because he knew she was probably still sore from her demon bashing earlier in the evening... but the way her lips moved against his made him wonder about the Slayer's healing ability.... and the stamina she always joked about. Stifling a moan in the back of his throat, he willingly gave into her kisses, wrapping his arms around her waist and gently pulling her closer.
Sensing his hesitation and the reason behind it, she kissed a path up to his ear and nibbled on it lightly. "I'm not gonna break," she whispered.
"Are you sure -- Ow!" He nearly jumped when she bit down on his earlobe a little too hard. "Okay, okay, I get it," he murmured seductively, taking her hand and leading her back to the bedroom.
She let him lead the way, and when they were in her bedroom, she shut the door. And locked it, a smirk forming on her face as she looked at him. "Just in case."
Dean crooked an eyebrow at her. "What, you think I'm going to leave NOW?" He reached around her waist and literally swung her to him, making their bodies softly crash together.
She chuckled. "That or in case Sam would get curious," she said lightly.
Chuckling, Dean resumed kissing her neck, murmuring, "No, Sammy knows when to stay the hell away from me." He began inching them back towards the bed.
"Mmm, good to know. I don't really feel like sharing," she whispered with a wicked smile.
Sensing her smile and knowing what was on her mind, Dean moved to kiss her full lips slowly until his legs hit the bed. Falling onto it, he felt her hands on his chest, pushing him down so she could straddle him. "Feeling a little aggressive, are we?" he asked, loving every second of it.
Chloe grinned. "Maybe." She leaned down and kissed his bare chest.
Chuckling, he groaned as her lips worked their way across his chest and further down. "Not... complaining," he ground out, her body pressing against his hardness.
She pressed a kiss to his stomach and hooked her fingers beneath the waistband of his pants, slowly drawing them down. "I can see that," she teased.
Dean moaned audibly when her fingers unzipped his jeans and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing thickness. "Chloe," he whispered between ragged breaths.
"Yes?" She raised an eyebrow, glancing up at him.
Dean reached up and put his hands on her shoulders, squeezing her tightly, trying to form a coherent thought as she stroked him. He opened his mouth several times to speak, but nothing came out but moaning.
She hesitated a moment, suddenly feeling uncertain as she contemplated something she'd never even really thought about doing before. Slowly, she leaned down farther and took him into her mouth, resting her hands against his thighs.
"Godddd," he groaned as he felt her lips encase his length tentatively. "Keep... going..." he urged when he felt her hesitation, trying to let her know what she was doing not only felt good but was driving him insane.
A smile touched her lips and some of her uncertainty faded as she continued her actions, sliding her lips along his length and feeling him tense beneath her.
Dean knew he wouldn't last long at the rate she was going. Her mouth moved over him with more confidence and torturing him. His body grew warm and tense as she showed no signs of letting up. He groaned her name as he dug his fingers into her hair, stroking her beautiful locks.
She knew he was getting closer to the edge, but it didn't stop her from continuing. She had every intention of seeing this through to the end. The noises he was making excited her, because she knew she was the one turning him on.
"Chlo--" Dean tried to call her name but his voice was lost to the sensations she was creating in his body. As he felt his climax begin to wash over him, he called out her name, spilling himself into her.
Several moments later, she kissed her way back up his chest. "Better?"
His breathing still heavy and his limbs shaky, he hoisted her body up to his and planted a hot kiss on her mouth. "A little," he whispered, turning her over, "but maybe it's my turn to play." He was just beginning to slip his hands under her nightshirt when they both heard a frantic pounding on the bedroom door.
"Dean??" Sam screamed on the other end, the vision that woke him up still pounding into his head, making him double over in pain.
Chloe jumped, startled by the yelling, and her eyes went wide as she looked at Dean in alarm. She quickly reached out and flipped on the light, throwing Dean his boxers and jeans.
Concern for his brother made Dean jump off Chloe and yank on his clothes in record time. He shot a comforting look at Chloe, who looked like a deer in headlights, when he yanked open the door and caught Sam, who had been leaning against the other side. "Dude, what is it?" he asked, knowing his brother had another vision.
Sam breathed heavily, his eyes unfocused and unseeing. "Dean," he panted. "I... I saw... Ugh..." His weight sagged against his older brother, nearly toppling Dean to the floor.
Dean grabbed Sam and with a look back to Chloe said, "I've gotta get him out to the kitchen. Something's... wrong."
Nodding, she quickly climbed off the bed and followed them down the hallway toward the kitchen. She headed to the sink and got a cold glass of water for the younger Winchester, setting it down in front of him and resting a gentle hand on his shoulder.
Settling down onto a chair, Sam put his head in his hands, holding it there since his neck was too weak to hold it up.
Dean looked sideways at Chloe and whispered, "Dude, what's going on?"
Knowing Chloe was there, Sam took the proffered glass from her and smiled weakly, concern written all over his face. "She knows already, Dean."
Blinking back a surprise, Dean looked at Chloe and said, "You know about Sammy's nightmares? His... visions?"
"He told me," she admitted softly, keeping a steadying hand on his shoulder. "What'd you see, Sam?"
Sam glanced up at the Slayer, worry in her eyes as she looked at him. "I saw... you, Chlo," he whispered solemnly.
"Chloe?" Dean replied, his body stiffening with fear as he looked into her eyes, which were wide as saucers.
"Okay. Saw me… what?" she asked quietly, pushing her fear aside.
Sam shook his head in denial. "It can't be right," he whispered to himself. "Please tell me it's not right..."
Shaking his brother, Dean forced Sam to look at him. "What, Sam? What can't be right? Tell us, dammit." He'd never seen Sam like this before, and quite frankly, it scared the hell out of him.
"I saw Chloe... die," Sam said simply.
She drew in a breath, not altogether surprised by the announcement considering what he'd told her about his visions. She didn't dare look at Dean right then. "Okay, just take some deep breaths, Sam," she said softly, her voice calm.
Dean blinked back an angry expletive. Not something any of them needed, he thought, as he concentrated on Sam's features. He couldn't look at Chloe now without -- “Sam, we need to know. It's okay," he whispered, gripping his brother's shoulders in reassurance.
"It was a vamp," Sam replied dully, his headache still pounding into his brain, though the vision had disappeared. "But more than a vamp. It looked... strange. Weird. Not like what we've fought before."
Chloe's eyebrows furrowed a little. "Can you describe it?" she asked gently.
"Ugly," Sam immediately replied, throwing a concerned look in Dean's direction. "Looked more like a bat than anything else. Long and sharp fingernails. It's teeth...." His voice drifted off in a shudder of revulsion.
Dean continued staring at Sam, saying nothing. His mind swirled in a million directions, however, as he tried to think about what demon Sam was describing. But he was drawing a blank.
She too, shook her head as the description didn't ring a bell. "Where did it happen?"
"In one of the cemeteries," Sam said, his voice still flat. "I don't know which one. There was a mausoleum nearby, though. I saw it."
"Was there a name on it? Any special features?" Dean asked immediately, mentally running through the graveyards they had hunted in the last week, still unable to look into Chloe's eyes.
"Easy," she whispered, sensing Sam's distress and laying a hand on his shoulder. "Okay. We'll call Giles and the others first thing in the morning, okay? Maybe they'll know more about this."
Nodding his head mutely, Sam just looked at Dean. He knew what his brother was feeling; he could see it in his eyes. This news would not sit well with Dean, especially not given how attached he had become to Chloe.
Dean fell back into the chair next to Sam and let out a heavy breath. He didn't know what to say, think, feel. Except numb. And the fear that he might lose this woman who had become so precious to him.
"Okay, guys, come on. It's gonna be okay. If you had any idea how many times I've been in near-death situations before, you wouldn't be this freaked out."
"Chloe, you don't understand," Sam protested, moving his eyes from his brother's to his friend's. "This thing, it ripped you to shreds. I saw it!"
Dean bowed his head, the numbness turning to rage.
She drew in a breath and let it out slowly, refusing to give into the panic clutching at her. She nodded slightly. "Okay. I get it. But there's nothing we can do right now. And I'm not going out to any cemeteries tonight. So let's just... take a breather."
Sam was about to open his mouth in protest to tell her exactly why they should panic a little when Dean's voice, low and flat, interrupted him. "Calm down, Sammy. We'll deal."
"That's right," she said quietly, nodding her agreement.
Sam didn't look at either of them. He couldn't.
Dean shook his head and looked up at Chloe. "I... I need to talk to Sammy, Chlo. Alone, if that's okay," he said hesitantly. He wasn't sure if he wanted to have the conversation he was going to have with Sam while Chloe was in the same room.
She met his gaze, and nodded slightly. "All right. I'll be in the other room. I'm gonna see if I can find anything in Willow's files." She pointed toward her computer and headed away.
Dean's eyes followed her as she left the room and frowned. He couldn't have been more worried about her, especially now, given what Sam had seen. Turning back to his brother, he immediately said, "What else did you see?"
He let out a breath, closing his eyes as his head pounded and he tried to focus on remembering. "She was alone. She tried to stake him but it didn't work." He winced a little.
Letting out another frustrated breath, Dean continued, swallowing his emotions. "Staking it didn't kill it?" he asked, his voice low so as not to disturb Chloe.
"No. It didn't even come close," he whispered back. "This thing...it's strong. A lot stronger than any normal vampire."
"So you're telling me this is like a Super-Sized vamp?" he asked, knowing nothing about what Sam was saying and wishing the night away so they could hammer out information from Mr. Giles.
"It was the ugliest thing I've ever seen in my life." Which may have been partially due to the fact he'd watched in horror as it had torn Chloe apart. He shuddered involuntarily, feeling sick.
Leaning over and grabbing Sam by the shoulders again, Dean shook him. Hard. "Snap out of it, Sammy. You gotta stop thinking about it, because it's not going to happen!" Not if they could help it, that it. They'd die trying to protect Chloe, and from the look on Sam's face, that might very well happen.
"Then we gotta find a way to kill this thing and fast."
"We will. But I think Giles would know more. So... we wait, ok?" Waiting. The one thing Dean DIDN'T want to do.
Sam nodded slightly, wincing from the pain in his head. He slowly stood up and moved to the cabinet to get a bottle of aspirin.
Dean bowed his head and listened to Sam get out the bottle of aspirin. He had no idea where to begin, no thoughts to translate into words. His jaw worked furiously, his muscles tight as string. "How bad was the vision this time?" he asked dully.
He was silent for a long moment, downing two of the pills quickly. "Bad," he admitted in a very quiet voice.
"The worst one yet?"
Sam didn't reply, knowing his silence would be a sufficient answer.
"Goddammit," Dean muttered under his breath. Sam's visions were getting worse. Definitely not good. Standing up, he looked at Sam. "Need anything?"
"Yeah. To be someone else," he mumbled as he headed back toward the guest room, rubbing the back of his neck.
Dean smiled wryly as he watched his brother go wearily back to his room. If only they were all other people, he thought, turning back to stare at his hands for a moment, breathing deeply to keep his emotions in check. Then standing up, he slowly made his way into the other room, where he found Chloe once again, perched at her computer, typing away furiously.
"Haven't we already done this before?" he kidded, the joke falling short just out of his mouth.
"My guess is it won't be the last time. I'm pretty attached to my computer," she said with a faint smile.
"So I've noticed," he replied softly, moving towards her. "Though I'm hoping for other types of attachment in the future." He tried to sound nonchalant, but the fact that Chloe didn't look up at him suggested it didn't work. He stopped. "I'll let you do your thing with the computer, then."
"You should try to get some rest."
"You need it more," he observed, "especially with your wounds."
Chloe glanced over her shoulder at him. "I'll be there soon."
Dean sat down near her and looked in her direction. "Then I'm waiting for you. Not leaving you alone, again."
She gazed at him for a moment, guilt washing over her. "There's um...something you should know." She shifted her gaze back to her computer screen, swallowing hard.
Dean noticed the instant change in Chloe's demeanor and leaned forward, resisting the urge to go to her and hold her. "What am I missing, here?" he asked quietly.
She drew in a breath and let it out slowly, her fingers stilling on the keyboard. "The thing I fought tonight... I'm pretty sure it's the same thing Sam saw in his vision," she admitted in a quiet whisper.
Dean jumped up. "What?" he whispered, the shock spreading across his already devastated face.
Chloe slowly rose to her feet, turning to face him with worried green eyes. "I'm okay, Dean. But Sam's right... this thing... it's bad. Strong. And really hard to kill."
"Then we really need to get you the hell outta town," he responded instantly, moving towards her.
"Whoa." She held her hands up. "I'm not leaving town."
"There's no way in hell I'm going to let you fight that thing, Chloe," he protested. "Look at what it did to you tonight!" He stopped, just inches from her. He couldn't lose her to anything, especially death.
She rested her hands on his shoulders. "We'll figure out a way to kill it. I can't just leave this thing wandering loose in Cleveland."
"And I can't just watch you die," he whispered, the pain of the thought showing through his eyes, though the rest of his face remained stony and rigid.
It hit her then. The fear in his eyes. He really did love her. She swallowed hard and slid her arms around his waist. "We'll talk to Giles and the others. I promise I won't go after this thing alone."
Sighing in frustration and helplessness, Dean wrapped his arms around her and held onto her tightly, Not wanting to let her go. Refusing to believe Sam's vision would come true. "OK," he replied after several minutes of silence. "We get the info from Giles, find this thing's weakness, and go after it. Together. With Sammy and Spike. And everyone else, if necessary."
"We'll be okay," she whispered.
Still holding onto her tightly, he kissed the top of her head. "Come on. We need to get some sleep. Unless you had other ideas in mind," he finished and flashed a lazy grin into the darkness.
Chloe smiled. "Do you?"
Dean looked down at her and grinned smugly. "Maybe."
"Hmm. Well, if you're not sure, sleep is okay," she said with a shrug, moving past him toward the hall, biting back a grin.
Smiling and knowing she was flirting with him, he followed her down the hall towards her room. Catching her just outside it, he kissed her quickly and deeply, saying, "Hold that thought," before knocking on Sam's door.
When he got no answer, Dean cracked the door to find Sam fast asleep again, a troubled sleep at best, but at least he was out. Slightly relieved, he went back into Chloe's room and shut and locked the door behind him.
She moved to the bed and leaned back on her elbows, her own eyes troubled though she tried not to let it show.
Dean looked into Chloe's eyes and saw her concern. That worried him more than anything else in the world, so he shrugged off his jeans and lay next to her, wrapping his arms around her. "It's okay, Chloe," he whispered. "It's really going to be okay."
"I know," she murmured, kissing his collarbone lightly and resting her head against his chest.
He kneaded her back muscles with his hands softly, trying to relax her. Then threading his hands through her hair, he sighed. "Sounds like you need me to take your mind off of things," he replied, smiling softly.
"Well if you have an idea, I'm open for suggestions," she whispered.
"You being naked would work for starters," he suggested, pulling her up long enough to pull her top off her body, and then gaze lingeringly over her body. "So beautiful," he whispered, cupping a breast gently.
Closing her eyes, she rested her head on the pillows, letting him gently explore her. Things were different this time than the other times they'd been together. Before it was urgent, bordering on desperate. This was intense, but slower. More seductive. More... loving.
Dean loved the fact that she was letting him touch her wherever he wanted, and he took full advantage of that. Stroking her flat stomach with one hand, he gently kissed that point behind her ear that he knew would make her shiver. And when she did, he kissed her again, lazily tracing his fingers across her chest and abdomen.
She drew in a breath, sighing softly and biting her lower lip as his hand rested on her bare stomach. When his lips pressed lightly to her throat, she slid one hand up his back and rested it lightly on the back of his neck.
Hearing her sigh and feeling her touch on his back, he trailed his lips up her cheek to her lips, kissing her gently and tenderly. He wanted their time to last forever. His arms trailed up her body to pull her closer to his, their bodies touching as their lips met over and over again.
Her eyes drifted shut as they kissed softly, slowly, their skin connecting and sending shivers through her body. "Make love to me, Dean," she whispered, her voice very soft, vulnerable.
Dean responded by intensifying their kiss, rolling her onto her back as he rained kisses all over her face and neck, stroking her sides with his hands and stopping with she giggled. "Ticklish?" he asked softly.
"A little," she admitted with a small, shy smile.
"Mmm," he murmured in response, tickling her again a little. "Your laugh really turns me on." He moved his mouth back to hers, moving his hands down to her PJ bottoms.
She chuckled at his words. "That's a first," she said, squirming a little.
Chuckling, he replied, "Good. Finally, a first for me." He turned his attention back to her bottoms, which he got off with her help. "My turn?" he asked, surprised at how shyly the question came out.
"That would... be another first," she admitted in a barely audible whisper.
Dean slipped his hand between her thighs, feeling how ready she was for him already, making his body harder at the gentle stroke of his hand against her core. He sucked in a breath as he felt her hands run against his chest.
Swallowing hard, she shifted her legs apart a little farther. She slid a hand through his hair.
"Chloe," he breathed, his fingers stroking her thighs before dipping a finger into her core, glancing up to watch her eyes widen with surprise and pleasure. He gently rubbed her nub as he played with her gently.
A faint whimper escaped her and she shifted beneath him, all of the bad and fearful thoughts fading from her mind as he touched her. "You... have amazing hands," she managed to say.
Smiling softly, he whispered, "But your face right now? More amazing than anything else." He focused his gaze on her breasts and teased one with his mouth while his finger stroked her gently. His body wanted released but he held it in check, waiting for her pleasure to build.
Her eyes rolled back in her head and she pressed a hand to the back of his neck, keeping him in place. "God," she whispered.
Smiling, Dean continued his sweet time with her, loving her in whatever manner he could until it got to the point where he couldn't take it any more. And even though she whimpered at the loss of his finger, she seemed relieved when he positioned himself above her and entered her slowly, allowing her to get adjusted to him before they started moving together.
She slid her arms around his torso, gazing at him intently as his face hovered a few inches above hers. "I love you," she whispered.
Smiling softly, the need and love for her shining in his eyes, he looked into her uncertain green ones. "I love you, too," he replied softly as he made love to her, her hips rising to meet his with every gentle thrust. With became a little more frantic as the moments passed.
She slid her fingers through his, holding onto his hands as she gazed up at him, winding her legs around his waist.
Moments later, their bodies sated and their minds content, Dean reluctantly pulled out of her and moved off Chloe to gather her in his arms. The memory of her confession still rang true in his mind as he kissed her gently on the forehead, letting her cheek rest on his chest. "Thank you," he whispered, more grateful for this moment than anything else. Ever.
Closing her eyes, she slowly drifted off to sleep listening to the beat of his heart.