SPN/SV Fic: Destati (3/10)
Destati (3/10) -- Sam/Chloe
Title: Destati
Authors: clarksmuse and xtremeroswellia
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Chloe Sullivan
Rating: R to NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Empty pockets tell the tale.
A/N: This is fairly AU, based on the concept of "the other half" that is supposed to complete human beings. We love feedback and hope you enjoy this!
It had been hours since her confrontation with Clark, but her nerves were still frayed, her eyes red-rimmed from the crying. She was now sitting at the counter of the Talon as Lois wiped it down with a rag. She could feel her cousin's eyes on her and she let out a breath, reluctantly meeting her gaze.
Lois had been watching Chloe for awhile, though she had been going through the motions of cleaning behind the counter. She let out a frustrated breath, because she knew something was bothering her cousin, and in the true Sullivan/Lane style, she was bottling it up. "So," she said, tossing the damp towel in the sink, "you gonna tell me what's been going on with you the last twenty-four hours?"
She didn't see the point in hiding it from the one person she'd always trusted like a sister. "I'm pregnant," she whispered, dropping her gaze to the counter. She didn't want to see the disappoint in Lois's eyes.
"Whoa... you are?" she replied, surprise registering on her face. "Wow, that's... wow, Chloe." She mustered a smile, though it didn't reach her eyes. She was too shocked at Chloe's confession.
"It's okay, Lois." A faint, wry smile touched her lips. "It wasn't expected and I'm still in shock myself."
Lois nodded, still surprised and trying to find the words for it. "Uh... when'd you find out?"
"This morning." Her voice was quiet.
"So, I assume... Jimmy's the father?" Her question was hesitant, especially since she hated to ask such an obvious thing.
Chloe shut her eyes, unable to respond for a long moment. "No," she whispered, voice barely audible.
Her cousin's comment made Lois's eyebrows shoot up. "Gotta say... that's not what I expected you to say," she stated evenly, covering Chloe's hand with her own.
She swallowed hard, unable to find the words to explain what had happened that night between her and Sam Winchester. How she'd been drawn on him like she'd known him her entire life, how it was almost painful not to feel his skin against hers every time she breathed in. How nothing had felt as right as making love to him and how nothing had felt right since that night.
Seeing the emotions cross her cousin's face, Lois smiled faintly. "Wow, whoever this guy was has made you speechless. Don't think I've ever seen it happen before."
"Yeah, well--" Before she could finish her train of thought, the hair on the back of her neck stood up, her eyes closing as she sucked in a breath, sensation washing over her like a cool rain. "Sam," she whispered, rising to her feet and turning toward the door at the exact second it was pulled open.
He didn't know how it was possible, but Sam felt Chloe's presence the second they had gotten out of the Impala. Felt her turning towards the door as he pushed it open and strode in, eyes honed on her immediately. The rest of the world seemed to disappear as her troubled, relieved eyes locked with his. That sense of wholeness had returned, he thought, moving towards her quickly.
Lois raised an eyebrow at the two good-looking men who had just walked through the door only second before Chloe turned, as if expecting them. "I'm guessing Sam's the tall one," she replied with a small knowing smile.
Chloe didn't even hear her as she moved toward Sam, meeting him halfway across the floor and sliding her arms around his waist, burying her face against his chest.
Sam held her close, feeling her quake slightly as he rubbed her back and dove one hand into her blonde hair. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "Chloe," he whispered, smiling as he felt her press into his body.
She relaxed the second his arms came around her. "I can't believe you're really here," she whispered, the warmth from his body warming her own.
Dean coughed behind them, smirking over this scene.
Sam ignored Dean for a moment, resting his cheek on her head and closing his eyes. "I can't, either," he whispered. He felt her anxiety melt away at his touch, and his concern for her well-being seemed to disappear the moment they'd touched.
She slowly pulled away, but just enough to look up into his eyes. God, she'd missed looking into his eyes.
Sam sucked in a breath, seeing her soul in her dark emerald eyes. Words couldn't convey the depth of his happiness at seeing her face again, touching her. He stroked her cheek gently, wondering if this was real.
Lois moved around the counter and headed towards the couple about to make out in the middle of the Talon. "Okay you two, hit one of the dark corners for the PDA," she commented wryly.
Chloe blinked slightly, suddenly realizing that once again, she and Sam were not alone. Sliding her fingers through his, she turned to look at her cousin. "Lois, this is Sam. Sam, this is my cousin Lois."
Dean coughed loudly again, this time eyeing the beautiful brunette standing in front of them.
"Nice to meet you, Lois," Sam stated, extending a hand to her. "The annoying guy behind me is my brother Dean."
Amused, Lois shook Sam's hand. "Nice to meet you guys," she said, smiling in Dean's direction.
"Definitely nice to meet you too," he told her with a grin.
Sam rolled his eyes but focused only on Chloe's upturned face. "Is there somewhere we can talk... privately?" He turned around and gave Dean a pointed look.
"Lois, can we...?" She motioned to the apartment upstairs, glancing at her cousin momentarily.
Practically leering at Dean, Lois just nodded. "Yeah, as long as you two don't... ya know." She grinned at Dean.
He grinned back at her, his hazel eyes locked on hers. "You heard the lady, Sammy. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Tugging at Chloe's arm, he whispered, "Let's go before these two start making fools of themselves." He glanced at Dean and then Lois, each looking at each other like they could have used the upstairs apartment, too, though for very different reasons.
She followed him up the stairs, her hand curling around his arm as she opened the door to her cousin's apartment and stepped inside to flip on the light. She swallowed hard as memories of the last time the two of them were there together washed over her, her cheeks flushing a little as she looked up at him.
Sam shut the door behind them and immediately pulled her back into his arms, stroking her hair and trying to get his body under control. He knew she was thinking the same thing he was, about the time they'd spent a lifetime ago in this room, on that bed, making love to each other like they had known and loved each other their entire lives. How he had managed to survive without her this last month, he honestly didn't know. And now that he was here with her again, leaving didn't seem an option.
She all but melted against him, her arms winding around his waist once more, her hands flat against the small of his back. Without thinking about it, she pressed a kiss to his collarbone, her skin tingling with sensation and awareness. "I missed you so much." Her voice was barely audible.
Catching her under her armpits and pulling her up his body, he looked into her eyes and lost himself again. "My God, I missed you, too," he whispered as he touched his lips to hers gently. His body was instantly on fire for her; he had never experienced this before. The fact that she was carrying his child seemed even more erotic.
Her lips parted instantly, allowing him entrance to her mouth. The same sense of urgency and need she'd felt that night just over a month ago washed over her, nearly taking her breath away. She slid one hand around to cup the back of his neck, needing to be closer to him.
Sam groaned, the sound more like a low growl from his throat as his tongue explored her mouth, his lips moving relentlessly over hers. Feeling her body cling to him as like heaven, molding her curves to his chiseled body. Making them one, he thought blindly as he pulled away and looked into her eyes.
They needed to talk and they both knew it, even if they didn't want to admit it. "Sam." Her voice was a whisper as she gazed at him, her hands resting against his chest.
Reluctantly, he put her back onto the floor again, though he maintained contact by stroking her cheeks. "We need to talk, I know," he replied softly. He took her hand and led her to the couch, his body completely aware of hers.
She swallowed hard, sitting down beside him. For the first time since they'd met she felt fear starting to take hold of her. She was pregnant, and no matter how wonderful of a guy Sam Winchester might be, there was no way he wanted a baby. She bit down hard on her lip.
Noticing her body tense, Sam worried about what he could say that wouldn't make him sound like an absolute jerk. After all, he had helped put her in this position -- literally -- and he wanted to help her out in any way possible. He took her hand and kissed her open palm. "So did the doctor tell you when the baby's due?" he asked quietly.
"November 2nd," she whispered, not meeting his eyes.
His breath caught in his throat. "November... 2nd?" he repeated, not sure he had heard her correctly. His baby would be born the same day that his mother had died? A frown creased his brow, even as he threaded his fingers with hers.
She nodded, glancing up as she heard the slight hitch in his breathing. "What is it?" she whispered.
He scratched his head with his free hand before meeting her eyes. "My mother died on that day," he said in a hushed tone, his words dying as he once again got caught up in the wonder of her wide-eyed look of surprise.
The color drained from her face and she slowly sat back against the sofa cushions. "Guess that doesn't bode well, does it?" Her voice was barely audible.
He looked down and away. "Especially since my... since Jess died that day, too," he whispered, wishing Chloe was due on any other day but that day.
Tears prickled at her eyelids, her heart sinking even more. She slowly wrapped her arms around herself, as if the act of making herself smaller would somehow help her melt into the couch and disappear.
Automatically reaching out for her, he pulled her into his arms. "Hey, this might be a good thing," he whispered, gently rubbing his nose against her hair. "Although, I wonder how this happened, because... we were careful."
"More than you even realize," she whispered, swallowing hard and turning her head to look up at him.
Sam's eyes turned dark with confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"Because I was also on the pill, Sam," she told him, meeting his eyes.
Shock registered in his eyes, though his facial expression didn't change. He was speechless for several moments. "Chloe... do you think this has anything to do with this... connection... we both feel?" he finally asked, touching her cheek softly.
Unable to stop herself she turned her head slightly and placed a kiss against the palm of his hand. "Yes," she admitted quietly. "Do you still feel it?" She turned her eyes back to his once more.
"It's stronger than ever," he replied without hesitation, his gaze locked with hers. "I can't tell you how many times I just wanted to come here, to be with you again... to see your face, touch you again. I haven't been whole since... that night."
Closing her eyes, she shifted so she was draped across him, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. "I haven't stopped thinking about you." Her words were strained. "I haven't been sleeping much, I...it hurts," she whispered, her fingers curling against the material of his jacket.
Resting back into the couch so she could recline against him, he asked, "Does being close to me... help?" He rubbed her back lightly, wondering if sleep would come more easily if she were with him.
"Yes," she murmured, closing her eyes as her body relaxed at the feel of his hand against her back. She rested her head against his chest.
He chuckled slightly. "Good, because I want to be around you." Forever, he thought, though he couldn't speak the words. I want to be with you forever.
"Forever," she whispered, sighing softly.
Her word echoed in his mind. The same word he had just thought. It should have creeped him out, but strangely enough, it didn't. "Then why not be with each other forever?" he said suddenly, the words spilling out of his mouth before he realized what he'd said.
She slowly lifted her head to gaze at him, her green eyes filled with shock. "But...how?"
He caressed her cheek softly. "I don't know," he whispered, kissing her softly. "I only know I can't stand being apart from you anymore. And since we're having a baby..." He smiled at the blush that stained her cheeks. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, watching her.
Chloe held his gaze for a moment longer, then slowly kissed him once more, resting a hand against his cheek.
Both hands went to her cheeks as they kissed, a slow burning kiss that seemed to go on forever. He struggled with the compulsion to snatch her away to their hotel and hole them up, spending the next week in bed.
She gazed down at him once more when the kiss ended, searching his hazel eyes for answers she didn't have. "Does Dean know about...?"
"Not yet," he replied, afraid of what his brother would say when he found out. Knowing Dean, he would give Sam that knowing look and pat him on the back. Either that or kick his ass for being irresponsible. "Does Lois know?"
Chloe bit her lip, nodding slightly. "I was kind of afraid she'd find out from Lana or Clark and that...wouldn't go over well."
"How do Clark and Lana know?" he asked, his eyes darkening with irritation over two people who didn't deserve her as a friend.
She winced a little at his tone. "Lana was at the doctor's office this morning. She told Clark she saw me...he figured it out from there." She swallowed hard, avoiding his eyes.
"She's got a big mouth," he grumbled, pulling her chin up to look into her eyes. "Have they...? They're being nice to you, right?"
She dropped her gaze once more. "Clark was...pretty much really upset that I didn't tell him right away."
"None of his damn business," Sam commented in a deep growl, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to him. "So, uh, I need to ask you something..." He swallowed audibly.
Feeling him tense beneath her, she tensed as well. "What is it?" she whispered, afraid of what he was going to ask.
"Have you... been able to move things without touching them since...?" He chose his words carefully, feeling her tension and wishing it away from her.
"Oh." She swallowed hard. "I haven't really...I haven't tried. Or...wished for ice cream again."
"You wished for ice cream?" he teased gently, pressing her into his chest.
"It looked really good and I was hungry," she protested, closing her eyes once more.
"You must have been to literally make the bowl come to you," he replied. "It's the same with me." His touch lingered over her cheek.
She was quiet for a moment. "Lois and Clark looked at me like I was some sort of freak."
Sam nodded solemnly. "That's what Dean did when I told him about my nightmare visions. But Chloe, you're not a freak." He leaned down and kissed her gently, lips caressing hers in comfort.
She closed her eyes, returning the soft kiss, gazing at him intently when it ended. "What other...abilities do you have?" she asked softly.
"That's it, I think," he replied, his eyes steady with hers. "Though... Dean told me something recently that..." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn't know if he could tell her.
She touched his face, closing her eyes momentarily when she felt the electricity between them. "What'd he tell you?" she whispered.
Sam took another breath and then told her about the situation in Oregon, about the strange demonic virus he had been exposed to, how everyone in town who got it turned crazy and killed people... except him. And how his father had told Dean things about him before he died. "Dad told Dean that he might have to kill me." Sam pulled away suddenly, afraid of touching her, especially since he didn't know if he was an evil person or not.
She felt the loss of his presence as though he'd moved miles away instead of just a few inches. "You're not evil, Sam," she said, her voice quiet, but firm.
"Maybe I am... maybe not," he whispered, smiling at the determination in her voice.
"Trust me...you're not." Chloe gazed at him intently.
Sam locked his gaze with hers and couldn't look away. It was impossible: she looked so strong and sure and beautiful simultaneously. Another smile tugged at his lips as he reached out to touch her hair. "And how's that?" he whispered.
She was quiet for a moment. "I can't really explain it, Sam. I just...I feel you." She leaned into his touch. "And I know you're not evil."
It was inconceivable, how he felt her lingering inside him. And somehow, she felt that same intense "knowing" of him. It was the strangest, most comforting thing he had ever known. It was like he had come home finally, after years of being lost. It was something he had never felt with Jessica, no matter how much he had loved her. "You must be an angel, then," he replied, pulling her back into his arms.
A short, soft laugh escaped her. "Oh, I'm not an angel." She felt instantly calm again when she was in his arms. "Far from it."
"Maybe you're my angel, then." Sam kissed the top of her head and leaned back into the couch cushions.
Her hands rested against his chest as she laid her head on his shoulder. "What does this all mean, Sam?" Her voice was soft.
"I wish I knew," he whispered in return, absolutely clueless as to what their next move should be, "but now that we're going to have a baby, I guess we need to consider what comes next." Not an easy feat, since he was on the road all the time.
"You're right about that." Chloe fell silent, lost in thought.
Sam felt a shift in her mood, her body tensing, and frowned. "Penny for your thoughts?" he asked absently, stroking her back as she leaned into him.
"Just...trying to figure it all out." She bit her lower lip.
Grasping her chin to get her to look at him, Sam whispered, "I'm here for you, for anything you need. You're not going to be alone."
She held his gaze. "I can't ask you to stay here. What you do is too important."
"I think this is slightly more important than hunting," Sam replied, gently touching her stomach. "Besides, I'm really curious about how you have my powers, too."
"I have a theory on that," she admitted in a whisper.
"I love theories." Anything to get her to speak some more, he thought, touching her lips gently with his finger.
She kissed the tip of his finger. "I'm not sure I have your powers."
His hand stroked her stomach lightly, then stopped at the suggestion behind her words. "You think... maybe the baby does?" he asked, his brow furrowing slightly.
"It would make sense." She gazed at him.
Sam was speechless. He had never thought about having a baby, much less whether he or she would inherit his mental powers. It was enough that this demon who had killed his parents and Jess also had plans for him... would it also try to come after his child? He closed his eyes and grimaced at the thought.
"I'm scared too," she said faintly, laying her head back down on his shoulder once more.
"All the more reason to stick around." He liked that idea. Sticking around forever would suit him just fine.
She pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone. "I don't want you to feel like you're trapped," she whispered.
Actually, he felt anything but trapped, but she seemed uncertain about his presence. "I don't, Chloe," he protested. "I feel like I'm home with you."
Chloe smiled, closing her eyes. "Me too, Sam. It makes no sense, but...I feel closer to you than I've ever felt to anyone else before."
Her words rang truth to him, making his breath hitch quietly in his throat. "Are you living with Lois right now?" he asked suddenly.
"I'm sort of staying here for awhile, until I find a place. The dorm I was staying at last year sorta...burnt down."
He lifted an eyebrow. "That's a story you'll have to tell me more about," he replied with a grin. "Especially since I want you to stay with me while we're here."
She looked at him, wide-eyed. "Where are you staying?"
"The Smallville Hotel," Sam replied, running a finger down her cheek, trailing it down her neck.
She shivered involuntarily, closing her eyes for a second.
"Why can't I stop touching you?" he whispered out loud, unable to keep his thoughts held inward.
"I don't know," she whispered back, wondering the same thing. "Maybe we were apart too long?" Somehow she knew that wasn't the case. The first time they'd met, they'd been equally unable to stop touching each other.
"Can't be," he muttered, leaning down and kissing her neck. "All I wanted to do last time was touch you. Leaving was the hardest thing I've ever done."
She swallowed hard, sliding her hands through his hair. "This could be a real problem."
"How so?" he asked, licking her skin, feeling waves of need radiate off her.
She moaned, biting her lower lip and shifting against him restlessly. "If we can't stop touching each other..."
Smiling as he licked the tender spot on her neck, he whispered, "How is that a problem?"
"Because we won't always...be alone." She bit her lower lip, swallowing hard, her fingers gripping his shirt.
"Can we... worry about that later?" he replied softly, reluctantly lifting his head to look into her eyes. There was a delicious blush spread across her cheeks, so he leaned down and kissed each cheek tenderly.
She licked her lips without thinking about it. "Yes," she murmured, sliding her hands slowly down his chest.
Sam already wished they were somewhere else, rather than above the Talon, where people were drinking coffee, talking, chattering... "Chloe," he whispered, "if I get a separate room at the hotel, will you stay with me?" His hands fluttered down to rest on her hips.
"I don't think not staying with you is a viable option at this point, Sam," she whispered against his lips.
Thank God, he thought, opening his mouth to her gentle plundering tongue. His body sprang to life, and once again he felt his heart beating to the tune of hers. "Chloe," he whispered, groaning as she moved onto his lap, her hips brushing against him.
"We should...go get that room," she whispered, breathing heavily.
Sam nodded in complete agreement. "I need to just..." He glanced down at his body, which betrayed his intense desire for her. "I need a minute." A long minute, he thought with a wry smile.
She couldn't help but grin. "Me sitting on your lap probably isn't helping, is it?"
"Nuh uh," he replied with a small smirk, "not unless you intend to do something about it right now." His hands tightened on her hips but reluctantly moved them away.
"If I was afraid that Lois would burst in..." She looked toward the door.
Groaning at the intensely pleasurable thought, Sam quickly slid her off him and stood up. "I know. Hold that thought, though, okay?"
Like there was any chance that thought was going away soon. "Count on it." She swallowed hard, resisting the urge to reach out for him again.
Though instantly mourning the loss of her body heat, Sam shook his head in an attempt to clear it. "I think... maybe we should go... downstairs." He rubbed a hand over his face and forced himself to calm down.
"That's probably a good idea." She drew in a breath and let it out slowly, rising to her feet.
He pointed to the door. "You go ahead... I'll catch up in a second." His dimpled grin came out, that shy grin reserved only for her.
A blush spread across her cheeks, but she was grinning. "Okay." She winked at him and headed for the door, bordering on a feeling of giddiness.
He watched her leave, knowing it would take more than just a moment for his body to cool his desire for her. A broad smile crossed his lips as he thought about being a father. Talk about an unexpected yet satisfying event, he thought, slowly following Chloe out the apartment door and down the stairs. He didn't know how it happened, but he was determined to see this thing through... no matter what happened in the future.
Lois tore her eyes off Dean when she noticed Chloe come downstairs, flushed but happier than she'd ever looked. She glanced at Dean. "I think my cousin likes your brother."
Dean glanced toward the pretty blonde, and then at his brother a moment later. "Pretty sure that feeling's mutual." His expression was unreadable.
Smiling politely, Lois moved to meet Chloe, a strange smile on her face. "So, uh... things all worked out?" she asked, cocking a concerned eyebrow.
Sam watched Chloe go to her cousin and passed by her, running a finger across the exposed skin on her lower back as he walked.
The breath caught in her throat at the light touch and just like that she lost track of whatever it was Lois had just asked her. Her gaze followed Sam toward the door.
"Oh man," Lois replied, watching her cousin watch this tall, lanky man in dire need of a haircut leave the Talon. "I said, you got everything taken care of between you two? And you didn't... up there, I hope."
She blinked and looked at her, her cheeks flushed. "Of course not." This time, she added silently.
"Then what's the deal with you two?" Lois asked, noticing the fact that Dean had taken off after his brother without so much as a word. Figures, she thought with a frown.
"Oh, we're...friends," she said nonchalantly, shrugging into her coat that was on the back of the chair. "Hey, Lois, I'll see you later, okay?" She kissed her cousin's cheek.
"Uh huh, friends," she said with a knowing grin. "With benefits, obviously." She pushed her cousin away. "Go on, be with your... friend. Call me later with all the sordid details."
Chloe couldn't help grin at her. "Night, Lo." She headed out the door, hurrying for her car. She needed to see Sam again.
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"She's cute." Dean glanced at Sam sideways as he drove them back toward the hotel.
Sam snorted. She was more than cute: she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. "Yeah," he replied, distracted by the memory of her kisses and her scent.
"Her cousin's hot." He grinned.
"God, Dean, you hit on her cousin?" Sam shot back, irritation on his face.
"What?" he asked innocently.
He shook his head. "At least you'll have something to keep you occupied while we're here," he retorted with a wry smile. Truth be told, he didn't notice Lois. Not when Chloe was around.
"Hell yeah." His grin widened a little more. He glanced sideways at his brother once more. "How long do you picture staying here anyway?"
Sam couldn't look at Dean, choosing to look out the window. "Don't know," he said in a hushed voice. "Now that I'm near her again... it might be awhile."
Dean was silent for a moment, staring out the windshield. "It's more serious than you're letting on, isn't it?"
He nodded silently but absently. After a long few moments, he whispered, "She's pregnant, Dean."
He jerked his head over to look at Sam, stunned. "What?"
His head ached suddenly and he wished Chloe was touching him. "You heard me," he replied softly, glancing at his brother.
"Are you telling me...this kid is yours?"
"No, it's a monkey's... yes, it's mine." He swore under his breath again and looked out the window again.
"Wait, this is where you went when you took off awhile back? Here to Smallville?"
"I was... passing through, actually." He couldn't believe he was having this conversation with his older brother.
"So you knew her from what, college?"
"No," he replied, giving his brother a knowing look.
Dean looked at him again, his eyebrows shooting up. "You tellin' me you just met the chick a month ago?"
Sam sighed and pinched his nose. "Gee, for a guy with your... experience, I'd have thought you'd recognize a one night stand when you saw one."
"Yeah, funny thing about one night stands, Sam. They tend to last one night and you never see her again." He shot him a look.
Sam shot his brother a hateful glare. "Then I guess this isn't a one night stand, because...." His words trailed off as his body literally felt licks of energy crawl over his body. God, how he longed to touch her.
"That's pretty much the point, Sammy." He ran a hand over his face wearily. "So what's she gonna do?"
"I don't know, we haven't figured that out yet," he replied automatically, his mind wherever she was.
Dean drew in a breath and let it out slowly, staring out the windshield and gripping onto the steering wheel with both hands. "You love her?"
Did he love her? Sam thought as he watched the hotel loom closer. Maybe he did, because he felt a tug towards her that he had never experienced before. He needed her, because otherwise, he might stop breathing. He couldn't deny the connection they shared, no matter how strange it might seem to his brother. "I feel... an intense connection to her. I can't explain it," he replied.
"You mean like...a supernatural connection?"
That startled Sam. "What?" she asked, shock spreading though his body as he looked at Dean.
"You heard me."
"Dude, I don't know if it's supernatural. All I know is I can't be without her. Literally." He shook his head and looked down. How could he make Dean understand? he wondered.
"And you're sure it's not some kind of mind whammy?"
Sam looked at Dean in irritation. "'Mind whammy'? What exactly are you suggesting?"
Dean looked back at him as he parked the car in the hotel parking lot. "Attraction spell?"
"No, there's no way this is a spell," the younger Winchester denied vehemently and got out of the car. This wasn't a spell... was it? His heart plummeted to his feet just thinking about it. She wasn't the kind of woman to do that... was she?
He climbed out of the driver's seat and shut the door, looking at his brother in silence.
Fuming at Dean for making him doubt, Sam walked to the hotel front lobby and got another room not too far from his brother's. He didn't look at Dean, either, when he approached him. "Getting my own room, okay?"
He let out a breath. "Dude, I'm not trying to be harsh. But with what we do, the shit we see...you can't discount the possibility."
"Even if it was, Dean, it doesn't matter now. With a baby coming, I'm going to help her take care of it." He glared at his brother, wishing he'd let the subject drop.
"Fine." He headed toward his room.
Sam frowned and followed his brother. "Dean..."
"What?" He stopped to look at his brother, his expression unreadable.
"I'm sorry I dragged you here," he replied, smiling apologetically. "I should have done this on my own."
Dean was silent for a moment. "I'm your brother. Where you go, I go." His voice was gruff, hiding the sentiment behind his words.
"Even if we might be for awhile?" Sam asked, cocking his brow.
"Sammy...I need a break anyway." He met his brother's eyes.
"The break you've been trying to get me to take?" It wasn't like his brother hadn't been bothering him to take off to see the Grand Canyon or go to New Orleans just for the hell of it.
Dean smirked a bit. "Besides, didn't you say there's a lot of stuff in this town that needs killin'?"
"According to Chloe, there's all kinds of... meteor freaks... running around this town." Sam saw the gleam in Dean's eye and shook his head. His older brother wouldn't be bored here, that was certain.
"Meteor freaks..." He wasn't sure what that was, but he was looking forward to find out. "Sounds like we stopped in the right place."
"No kidding," he replied, seeing Chloe in a red Beetle pull into the hotel parking lot. He felt an immediate tug towards her and glanced at his brother. "Look, I'll... see you later, okay?"
Dean followed his gaze, a smirk forming on his face. "Have fun, Sammy." Grinning, he turned and headed for the room.
Sam barely heard his brother as he waited for Chloe to get out of her car. A wide grin spread across his face and his hands itched to touch her again.
Title: Destati
Authors: clarksmuse and xtremeroswellia
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Chloe Sullivan
Rating: R to NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Empty pockets tell the tale.
A/N: This is fairly AU, based on the concept of "the other half" that is supposed to complete human beings. We love feedback and hope you enjoy this!
It had been hours since her confrontation with Clark, but her nerves were still frayed, her eyes red-rimmed from the crying. She was now sitting at the counter of the Talon as Lois wiped it down with a rag. She could feel her cousin's eyes on her and she let out a breath, reluctantly meeting her gaze.
Lois had been watching Chloe for awhile, though she had been going through the motions of cleaning behind the counter. She let out a frustrated breath, because she knew something was bothering her cousin, and in the true Sullivan/Lane style, she was bottling it up. "So," she said, tossing the damp towel in the sink, "you gonna tell me what's been going on with you the last twenty-four hours?"
She didn't see the point in hiding it from the one person she'd always trusted like a sister. "I'm pregnant," she whispered, dropping her gaze to the counter. She didn't want to see the disappoint in Lois's eyes.
"Whoa... you are?" she replied, surprise registering on her face. "Wow, that's... wow, Chloe." She mustered a smile, though it didn't reach her eyes. She was too shocked at Chloe's confession.
"It's okay, Lois." A faint, wry smile touched her lips. "It wasn't expected and I'm still in shock myself."
Lois nodded, still surprised and trying to find the words for it. "Uh... when'd you find out?"
"This morning." Her voice was quiet.
"So, I assume... Jimmy's the father?" Her question was hesitant, especially since she hated to ask such an obvious thing.
Chloe shut her eyes, unable to respond for a long moment. "No," she whispered, voice barely audible.
Her cousin's comment made Lois's eyebrows shoot up. "Gotta say... that's not what I expected you to say," she stated evenly, covering Chloe's hand with her own.
She swallowed hard, unable to find the words to explain what had happened that night between her and Sam Winchester. How she'd been drawn on him like she'd known him her entire life, how it was almost painful not to feel his skin against hers every time she breathed in. How nothing had felt as right as making love to him and how nothing had felt right since that night.
Seeing the emotions cross her cousin's face, Lois smiled faintly. "Wow, whoever this guy was has made you speechless. Don't think I've ever seen it happen before."
"Yeah, well--" Before she could finish her train of thought, the hair on the back of her neck stood up, her eyes closing as she sucked in a breath, sensation washing over her like a cool rain. "Sam," she whispered, rising to her feet and turning toward the door at the exact second it was pulled open.
He didn't know how it was possible, but Sam felt Chloe's presence the second they had gotten out of the Impala. Felt her turning towards the door as he pushed it open and strode in, eyes honed on her immediately. The rest of the world seemed to disappear as her troubled, relieved eyes locked with his. That sense of wholeness had returned, he thought, moving towards her quickly.
Lois raised an eyebrow at the two good-looking men who had just walked through the door only second before Chloe turned, as if expecting them. "I'm guessing Sam's the tall one," she replied with a small knowing smile.
Chloe didn't even hear her as she moved toward Sam, meeting him halfway across the floor and sliding her arms around his waist, burying her face against his chest.
Sam held her close, feeling her quake slightly as he rubbed her back and dove one hand into her blonde hair. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "Chloe," he whispered, smiling as he felt her press into his body.
She relaxed the second his arms came around her. "I can't believe you're really here," she whispered, the warmth from his body warming her own.
Dean coughed behind them, smirking over this scene.
Sam ignored Dean for a moment, resting his cheek on her head and closing his eyes. "I can't, either," he whispered. He felt her anxiety melt away at his touch, and his concern for her well-being seemed to disappear the moment they'd touched.
She slowly pulled away, but just enough to look up into his eyes. God, she'd missed looking into his eyes.
Sam sucked in a breath, seeing her soul in her dark emerald eyes. Words couldn't convey the depth of his happiness at seeing her face again, touching her. He stroked her cheek gently, wondering if this was real.
Lois moved around the counter and headed towards the couple about to make out in the middle of the Talon. "Okay you two, hit one of the dark corners for the PDA," she commented wryly.
Chloe blinked slightly, suddenly realizing that once again, she and Sam were not alone. Sliding her fingers through his, she turned to look at her cousin. "Lois, this is Sam. Sam, this is my cousin Lois."
Dean coughed loudly again, this time eyeing the beautiful brunette standing in front of them.
"Nice to meet you, Lois," Sam stated, extending a hand to her. "The annoying guy behind me is my brother Dean."
Amused, Lois shook Sam's hand. "Nice to meet you guys," she said, smiling in Dean's direction.
"Definitely nice to meet you too," he told her with a grin.
Sam rolled his eyes but focused only on Chloe's upturned face. "Is there somewhere we can talk... privately?" He turned around and gave Dean a pointed look.
"Lois, can we...?" She motioned to the apartment upstairs, glancing at her cousin momentarily.
Practically leering at Dean, Lois just nodded. "Yeah, as long as you two don't... ya know." She grinned at Dean.
He grinned back at her, his hazel eyes locked on hers. "You heard the lady, Sammy. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Tugging at Chloe's arm, he whispered, "Let's go before these two start making fools of themselves." He glanced at Dean and then Lois, each looking at each other like they could have used the upstairs apartment, too, though for very different reasons.
She followed him up the stairs, her hand curling around his arm as she opened the door to her cousin's apartment and stepped inside to flip on the light. She swallowed hard as memories of the last time the two of them were there together washed over her, her cheeks flushing a little as she looked up at him.
Sam shut the door behind them and immediately pulled her back into his arms, stroking her hair and trying to get his body under control. He knew she was thinking the same thing he was, about the time they'd spent a lifetime ago in this room, on that bed, making love to each other like they had known and loved each other their entire lives. How he had managed to survive without her this last month, he honestly didn't know. And now that he was here with her again, leaving didn't seem an option.
She all but melted against him, her arms winding around his waist once more, her hands flat against the small of his back. Without thinking about it, she pressed a kiss to his collarbone, her skin tingling with sensation and awareness. "I missed you so much." Her voice was barely audible.
Catching her under her armpits and pulling her up his body, he looked into her eyes and lost himself again. "My God, I missed you, too," he whispered as he touched his lips to hers gently. His body was instantly on fire for her; he had never experienced this before. The fact that she was carrying his child seemed even more erotic.
Her lips parted instantly, allowing him entrance to her mouth. The same sense of urgency and need she'd felt that night just over a month ago washed over her, nearly taking her breath away. She slid one hand around to cup the back of his neck, needing to be closer to him.
Sam groaned, the sound more like a low growl from his throat as his tongue explored her mouth, his lips moving relentlessly over hers. Feeling her body cling to him as like heaven, molding her curves to his chiseled body. Making them one, he thought blindly as he pulled away and looked into her eyes.
They needed to talk and they both knew it, even if they didn't want to admit it. "Sam." Her voice was a whisper as she gazed at him, her hands resting against his chest.
Reluctantly, he put her back onto the floor again, though he maintained contact by stroking her cheeks. "We need to talk, I know," he replied softly. He took her hand and led her to the couch, his body completely aware of hers.
She swallowed hard, sitting down beside him. For the first time since they'd met she felt fear starting to take hold of her. She was pregnant, and no matter how wonderful of a guy Sam Winchester might be, there was no way he wanted a baby. She bit down hard on her lip.
Noticing her body tense, Sam worried about what he could say that wouldn't make him sound like an absolute jerk. After all, he had helped put her in this position -- literally -- and he wanted to help her out in any way possible. He took her hand and kissed her open palm. "So did the doctor tell you when the baby's due?" he asked quietly.
"November 2nd," she whispered, not meeting his eyes.
His breath caught in his throat. "November... 2nd?" he repeated, not sure he had heard her correctly. His baby would be born the same day that his mother had died? A frown creased his brow, even as he threaded his fingers with hers.
She nodded, glancing up as she heard the slight hitch in his breathing. "What is it?" she whispered.
He scratched his head with his free hand before meeting her eyes. "My mother died on that day," he said in a hushed tone, his words dying as he once again got caught up in the wonder of her wide-eyed look of surprise.
The color drained from her face and she slowly sat back against the sofa cushions. "Guess that doesn't bode well, does it?" Her voice was barely audible.
He looked down and away. "Especially since my... since Jess died that day, too," he whispered, wishing Chloe was due on any other day but that day.
Tears prickled at her eyelids, her heart sinking even more. She slowly wrapped her arms around herself, as if the act of making herself smaller would somehow help her melt into the couch and disappear.
Automatically reaching out for her, he pulled her into his arms. "Hey, this might be a good thing," he whispered, gently rubbing his nose against her hair. "Although, I wonder how this happened, because... we were careful."
"More than you even realize," she whispered, swallowing hard and turning her head to look up at him.
Sam's eyes turned dark with confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"Because I was also on the pill, Sam," she told him, meeting his eyes.
Shock registered in his eyes, though his facial expression didn't change. He was speechless for several moments. "Chloe... do you think this has anything to do with this... connection... we both feel?" he finally asked, touching her cheek softly.
Unable to stop herself she turned her head slightly and placed a kiss against the palm of his hand. "Yes," she admitted quietly. "Do you still feel it?" She turned her eyes back to his once more.
"It's stronger than ever," he replied without hesitation, his gaze locked with hers. "I can't tell you how many times I just wanted to come here, to be with you again... to see your face, touch you again. I haven't been whole since... that night."
Closing her eyes, she shifted so she was draped across him, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. "I haven't stopped thinking about you." Her words were strained. "I haven't been sleeping much, I...it hurts," she whispered, her fingers curling against the material of his jacket.
Resting back into the couch so she could recline against him, he asked, "Does being close to me... help?" He rubbed her back lightly, wondering if sleep would come more easily if she were with him.
"Yes," she murmured, closing her eyes as her body relaxed at the feel of his hand against her back. She rested her head against his chest.
He chuckled slightly. "Good, because I want to be around you." Forever, he thought, though he couldn't speak the words. I want to be with you forever.
"Forever," she whispered, sighing softly.
Her word echoed in his mind. The same word he had just thought. It should have creeped him out, but strangely enough, it didn't. "Then why not be with each other forever?" he said suddenly, the words spilling out of his mouth before he realized what he'd said.
She slowly lifted her head to gaze at him, her green eyes filled with shock. "But...how?"
He caressed her cheek softly. "I don't know," he whispered, kissing her softly. "I only know I can't stand being apart from you anymore. And since we're having a baby..." He smiled at the blush that stained her cheeks. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, watching her.
Chloe held his gaze for a moment longer, then slowly kissed him once more, resting a hand against his cheek.
Both hands went to her cheeks as they kissed, a slow burning kiss that seemed to go on forever. He struggled with the compulsion to snatch her away to their hotel and hole them up, spending the next week in bed.
She gazed down at him once more when the kiss ended, searching his hazel eyes for answers she didn't have. "Does Dean know about...?"
"Not yet," he replied, afraid of what his brother would say when he found out. Knowing Dean, he would give Sam that knowing look and pat him on the back. Either that or kick his ass for being irresponsible. "Does Lois know?"
Chloe bit her lip, nodding slightly. "I was kind of afraid she'd find out from Lana or Clark and that...wouldn't go over well."
"How do Clark and Lana know?" he asked, his eyes darkening with irritation over two people who didn't deserve her as a friend.
She winced a little at his tone. "Lana was at the doctor's office this morning. She told Clark she saw me...he figured it out from there." She swallowed hard, avoiding his eyes.
"She's got a big mouth," he grumbled, pulling her chin up to look into her eyes. "Have they...? They're being nice to you, right?"
She dropped her gaze once more. "Clark was...pretty much really upset that I didn't tell him right away."
"None of his damn business," Sam commented in a deep growl, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to him. "So, uh, I need to ask you something..." He swallowed audibly.
Feeling him tense beneath her, she tensed as well. "What is it?" she whispered, afraid of what he was going to ask.
"Have you... been able to move things without touching them since...?" He chose his words carefully, feeling her tension and wishing it away from her.
"Oh." She swallowed hard. "I haven't really...I haven't tried. Or...wished for ice cream again."
"You wished for ice cream?" he teased gently, pressing her into his chest.
"It looked really good and I was hungry," she protested, closing her eyes once more.
"You must have been to literally make the bowl come to you," he replied. "It's the same with me." His touch lingered over her cheek.
She was quiet for a moment. "Lois and Clark looked at me like I was some sort of freak."
Sam nodded solemnly. "That's what Dean did when I told him about my nightmare visions. But Chloe, you're not a freak." He leaned down and kissed her gently, lips caressing hers in comfort.
She closed her eyes, returning the soft kiss, gazing at him intently when it ended. "What other...abilities do you have?" she asked softly.
"That's it, I think," he replied, his eyes steady with hers. "Though... Dean told me something recently that..." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn't know if he could tell her.
She touched his face, closing her eyes momentarily when she felt the electricity between them. "What'd he tell you?" she whispered.
Sam took another breath and then told her about the situation in Oregon, about the strange demonic virus he had been exposed to, how everyone in town who got it turned crazy and killed people... except him. And how his father had told Dean things about him before he died. "Dad told Dean that he might have to kill me." Sam pulled away suddenly, afraid of touching her, especially since he didn't know if he was an evil person or not.
She felt the loss of his presence as though he'd moved miles away instead of just a few inches. "You're not evil, Sam," she said, her voice quiet, but firm.
"Maybe I am... maybe not," he whispered, smiling at the determination in her voice.
"Trust me...you're not." Chloe gazed at him intently.
Sam locked his gaze with hers and couldn't look away. It was impossible: she looked so strong and sure and beautiful simultaneously. Another smile tugged at his lips as he reached out to touch her hair. "And how's that?" he whispered.
She was quiet for a moment. "I can't really explain it, Sam. I just...I feel you." She leaned into his touch. "And I know you're not evil."
It was inconceivable, how he felt her lingering inside him. And somehow, she felt that same intense "knowing" of him. It was the strangest, most comforting thing he had ever known. It was like he had come home finally, after years of being lost. It was something he had never felt with Jessica, no matter how much he had loved her. "You must be an angel, then," he replied, pulling her back into his arms.
A short, soft laugh escaped her. "Oh, I'm not an angel." She felt instantly calm again when she was in his arms. "Far from it."
"Maybe you're my angel, then." Sam kissed the top of her head and leaned back into the couch cushions.
Her hands rested against his chest as she laid her head on his shoulder. "What does this all mean, Sam?" Her voice was soft.
"I wish I knew," he whispered in return, absolutely clueless as to what their next move should be, "but now that we're going to have a baby, I guess we need to consider what comes next." Not an easy feat, since he was on the road all the time.
"You're right about that." Chloe fell silent, lost in thought.
Sam felt a shift in her mood, her body tensing, and frowned. "Penny for your thoughts?" he asked absently, stroking her back as she leaned into him.
"Just...trying to figure it all out." She bit her lower lip.
Grasping her chin to get her to look at him, Sam whispered, "I'm here for you, for anything you need. You're not going to be alone."
She held his gaze. "I can't ask you to stay here. What you do is too important."
"I think this is slightly more important than hunting," Sam replied, gently touching her stomach. "Besides, I'm really curious about how you have my powers, too."
"I have a theory on that," she admitted in a whisper.
"I love theories." Anything to get her to speak some more, he thought, touching her lips gently with his finger.
She kissed the tip of his finger. "I'm not sure I have your powers."
His hand stroked her stomach lightly, then stopped at the suggestion behind her words. "You think... maybe the baby does?" he asked, his brow furrowing slightly.
"It would make sense." She gazed at him.
Sam was speechless. He had never thought about having a baby, much less whether he or she would inherit his mental powers. It was enough that this demon who had killed his parents and Jess also had plans for him... would it also try to come after his child? He closed his eyes and grimaced at the thought.
"I'm scared too," she said faintly, laying her head back down on his shoulder once more.
"All the more reason to stick around." He liked that idea. Sticking around forever would suit him just fine.
She pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone. "I don't want you to feel like you're trapped," she whispered.
Actually, he felt anything but trapped, but she seemed uncertain about his presence. "I don't, Chloe," he protested. "I feel like I'm home with you."
Chloe smiled, closing her eyes. "Me too, Sam. It makes no sense, but...I feel closer to you than I've ever felt to anyone else before."
Her words rang truth to him, making his breath hitch quietly in his throat. "Are you living with Lois right now?" he asked suddenly.
"I'm sort of staying here for awhile, until I find a place. The dorm I was staying at last year sorta...burnt down."
He lifted an eyebrow. "That's a story you'll have to tell me more about," he replied with a grin. "Especially since I want you to stay with me while we're here."
She looked at him, wide-eyed. "Where are you staying?"
"The Smallville Hotel," Sam replied, running a finger down her cheek, trailing it down her neck.
She shivered involuntarily, closing her eyes for a second.
"Why can't I stop touching you?" he whispered out loud, unable to keep his thoughts held inward.
"I don't know," she whispered back, wondering the same thing. "Maybe we were apart too long?" Somehow she knew that wasn't the case. The first time they'd met, they'd been equally unable to stop touching each other.
"Can't be," he muttered, leaning down and kissing her neck. "All I wanted to do last time was touch you. Leaving was the hardest thing I've ever done."
She swallowed hard, sliding her hands through his hair. "This could be a real problem."
"How so?" he asked, licking her skin, feeling waves of need radiate off her.
She moaned, biting her lower lip and shifting against him restlessly. "If we can't stop touching each other..."
Smiling as he licked the tender spot on her neck, he whispered, "How is that a problem?"
"Because we won't always...be alone." She bit her lower lip, swallowing hard, her fingers gripping his shirt.
"Can we... worry about that later?" he replied softly, reluctantly lifting his head to look into her eyes. There was a delicious blush spread across her cheeks, so he leaned down and kissed each cheek tenderly.
She licked her lips without thinking about it. "Yes," she murmured, sliding her hands slowly down his chest.
Sam already wished they were somewhere else, rather than above the Talon, where people were drinking coffee, talking, chattering... "Chloe," he whispered, "if I get a separate room at the hotel, will you stay with me?" His hands fluttered down to rest on her hips.
"I don't think not staying with you is a viable option at this point, Sam," she whispered against his lips.
Thank God, he thought, opening his mouth to her gentle plundering tongue. His body sprang to life, and once again he felt his heart beating to the tune of hers. "Chloe," he whispered, groaning as she moved onto his lap, her hips brushing against him.
"We should...go get that room," she whispered, breathing heavily.
Sam nodded in complete agreement. "I need to just..." He glanced down at his body, which betrayed his intense desire for her. "I need a minute." A long minute, he thought with a wry smile.
She couldn't help but grin. "Me sitting on your lap probably isn't helping, is it?"
"Nuh uh," he replied with a small smirk, "not unless you intend to do something about it right now." His hands tightened on her hips but reluctantly moved them away.
"If I was afraid that Lois would burst in..." She looked toward the door.
Groaning at the intensely pleasurable thought, Sam quickly slid her off him and stood up. "I know. Hold that thought, though, okay?"
Like there was any chance that thought was going away soon. "Count on it." She swallowed hard, resisting the urge to reach out for him again.
Though instantly mourning the loss of her body heat, Sam shook his head in an attempt to clear it. "I think... maybe we should go... downstairs." He rubbed a hand over his face and forced himself to calm down.
"That's probably a good idea." She drew in a breath and let it out slowly, rising to her feet.
He pointed to the door. "You go ahead... I'll catch up in a second." His dimpled grin came out, that shy grin reserved only for her.
A blush spread across her cheeks, but she was grinning. "Okay." She winked at him and headed for the door, bordering on a feeling of giddiness.
He watched her leave, knowing it would take more than just a moment for his body to cool his desire for her. A broad smile crossed his lips as he thought about being a father. Talk about an unexpected yet satisfying event, he thought, slowly following Chloe out the apartment door and down the stairs. He didn't know how it happened, but he was determined to see this thing through... no matter what happened in the future.
Lois tore her eyes off Dean when she noticed Chloe come downstairs, flushed but happier than she'd ever looked. She glanced at Dean. "I think my cousin likes your brother."
Dean glanced toward the pretty blonde, and then at his brother a moment later. "Pretty sure that feeling's mutual." His expression was unreadable.
Smiling politely, Lois moved to meet Chloe, a strange smile on her face. "So, uh... things all worked out?" she asked, cocking a concerned eyebrow.
Sam watched Chloe go to her cousin and passed by her, running a finger across the exposed skin on her lower back as he walked.
The breath caught in her throat at the light touch and just like that she lost track of whatever it was Lois had just asked her. Her gaze followed Sam toward the door.
"Oh man," Lois replied, watching her cousin watch this tall, lanky man in dire need of a haircut leave the Talon. "I said, you got everything taken care of between you two? And you didn't... up there, I hope."
She blinked and looked at her, her cheeks flushed. "Of course not." This time, she added silently.
"Then what's the deal with you two?" Lois asked, noticing the fact that Dean had taken off after his brother without so much as a word. Figures, she thought with a frown.
"Oh, we're...friends," she said nonchalantly, shrugging into her coat that was on the back of the chair. "Hey, Lois, I'll see you later, okay?" She kissed her cousin's cheek.
"Uh huh, friends," she said with a knowing grin. "With benefits, obviously." She pushed her cousin away. "Go on, be with your... friend. Call me later with all the sordid details."
Chloe couldn't help grin at her. "Night, Lo." She headed out the door, hurrying for her car. She needed to see Sam again.
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"She's cute." Dean glanced at Sam sideways as he drove them back toward the hotel.
Sam snorted. She was more than cute: she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. "Yeah," he replied, distracted by the memory of her kisses and her scent.
"Her cousin's hot." He grinned.
"God, Dean, you hit on her cousin?" Sam shot back, irritation on his face.
"What?" he asked innocently.
He shook his head. "At least you'll have something to keep you occupied while we're here," he retorted with a wry smile. Truth be told, he didn't notice Lois. Not when Chloe was around.
"Hell yeah." His grin widened a little more. He glanced sideways at his brother once more. "How long do you picture staying here anyway?"
Sam couldn't look at Dean, choosing to look out the window. "Don't know," he said in a hushed voice. "Now that I'm near her again... it might be awhile."
Dean was silent for a moment, staring out the windshield. "It's more serious than you're letting on, isn't it?"
He nodded silently but absently. After a long few moments, he whispered, "She's pregnant, Dean."
He jerked his head over to look at Sam, stunned. "What?"
His head ached suddenly and he wished Chloe was touching him. "You heard me," he replied softly, glancing at his brother.
"Are you telling me...this kid is yours?"
"No, it's a monkey's... yes, it's mine." He swore under his breath again and looked out the window again.
"Wait, this is where you went when you took off awhile back? Here to Smallville?"
"I was... passing through, actually." He couldn't believe he was having this conversation with his older brother.
"So you knew her from what, college?"
"No," he replied, giving his brother a knowing look.
Dean looked at him again, his eyebrows shooting up. "You tellin' me you just met the chick a month ago?"
Sam sighed and pinched his nose. "Gee, for a guy with your... experience, I'd have thought you'd recognize a one night stand when you saw one."
"Yeah, funny thing about one night stands, Sam. They tend to last one night and you never see her again." He shot him a look.
Sam shot his brother a hateful glare. "Then I guess this isn't a one night stand, because...." His words trailed off as his body literally felt licks of energy crawl over his body. God, how he longed to touch her.
"That's pretty much the point, Sammy." He ran a hand over his face wearily. "So what's she gonna do?"
"I don't know, we haven't figured that out yet," he replied automatically, his mind wherever she was.
Dean drew in a breath and let it out slowly, staring out the windshield and gripping onto the steering wheel with both hands. "You love her?"
Did he love her? Sam thought as he watched the hotel loom closer. Maybe he did, because he felt a tug towards her that he had never experienced before. He needed her, because otherwise, he might stop breathing. He couldn't deny the connection they shared, no matter how strange it might seem to his brother. "I feel... an intense connection to her. I can't explain it," he replied.
"You mean like...a supernatural connection?"
That startled Sam. "What?" she asked, shock spreading though his body as he looked at Dean.
"You heard me."
"Dude, I don't know if it's supernatural. All I know is I can't be without her. Literally." He shook his head and looked down. How could he make Dean understand? he wondered.
"And you're sure it's not some kind of mind whammy?"
Sam looked at Dean in irritation. "'Mind whammy'? What exactly are you suggesting?"
Dean looked back at him as he parked the car in the hotel parking lot. "Attraction spell?"
"No, there's no way this is a spell," the younger Winchester denied vehemently and got out of the car. This wasn't a spell... was it? His heart plummeted to his feet just thinking about it. She wasn't the kind of woman to do that... was she?
He climbed out of the driver's seat and shut the door, looking at his brother in silence.
Fuming at Dean for making him doubt, Sam walked to the hotel front lobby and got another room not too far from his brother's. He didn't look at Dean, either, when he approached him. "Getting my own room, okay?"
He let out a breath. "Dude, I'm not trying to be harsh. But with what we do, the shit we see...you can't discount the possibility."
"Even if it was, Dean, it doesn't matter now. With a baby coming, I'm going to help her take care of it." He glared at his brother, wishing he'd let the subject drop.
"Fine." He headed toward his room.
Sam frowned and followed his brother. "Dean..."
"What?" He stopped to look at his brother, his expression unreadable.
"I'm sorry I dragged you here," he replied, smiling apologetically. "I should have done this on my own."
Dean was silent for a moment. "I'm your brother. Where you go, I go." His voice was gruff, hiding the sentiment behind his words.
"Even if we might be for awhile?" Sam asked, cocking his brow.
"Sammy...I need a break anyway." He met his brother's eyes.
"The break you've been trying to get me to take?" It wasn't like his brother hadn't been bothering him to take off to see the Grand Canyon or go to New Orleans just for the hell of it.
Dean smirked a bit. "Besides, didn't you say there's a lot of stuff in this town that needs killin'?"
"According to Chloe, there's all kinds of... meteor freaks... running around this town." Sam saw the gleam in Dean's eye and shook his head. His older brother wouldn't be bored here, that was certain.
"Meteor freaks..." He wasn't sure what that was, but he was looking forward to find out. "Sounds like we stopped in the right place."
"No kidding," he replied, seeing Chloe in a red Beetle pull into the hotel parking lot. He felt an immediate tug towards her and glanced at his brother. "Look, I'll... see you later, okay?"
Dean followed his gaze, a smirk forming on his face. "Have fun, Sammy." Grinning, he turned and headed for the room.
Sam barely heard his brother as he waited for Chloe to get out of her car. A wide grin spread across his face and his hands itched to touch her again.