SPN/SV Fic: Destati (4/10)
Destati (4/10) -- 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!
Chloe felt Sam's gaze on her as she slid out of her car, the breath catching in her throat. Distantly she wondered what was happening to her. Why this...whatever with Sam was so intense. Swallowing hard, she slowly made her way toward the hotel lobby, her heart beating quickly in her chest.
Their eyes met and held as he watched her approach, her face looking very unsure of herself, maybe of him. He frowned slightly as she finally got close enough to put his hands on her shoulders. "Chloe," he whispered, pulling her into a warm embrace.
Letting out a breath, she slid her arms around him tightly, closing her eyes as she buried her face against his shoulder.
His arms held her, molding her body to his as he breathed in her essence. The rest of the world fell away, and he was heedless of the curious glances they got from the front desk staff and guests. Dean's voice lingered in his mind, however, making him wonder if this was nothing more than a trick.
She slowly pulled away to look up at him with curious green eyes, picking up on his own hesitancy and uncertainty. "You okay?"
"I am now," he whispered, kissing her cheek softly. He pushed those thoughts from his mind as he took her hand and led her towards the room he had gotten for them.
Somehow she wasn't convinced, but she let him lead her into a room, butterflies fluttering nervously in her stomach. She leaned against the door once they were inside, biting her lower lip.
Letting go of her hand, Sam ran a hand through his hair, wondering where they went from this point. Their conversation in Lois's apartment rang in his head: things seemed easier at the time, but now... He watched her chew on her lip and swallowed visibly. "Stop that," he rasped hoarsely.
"Stop what?" she asked in confusion, her eyebrows furrowing a little.
"Biting your lip. It's a turn on," he said with a shy smile. He scratched the back of his head in attempt to lighten the mood, though the air between them crackled with that same awareness that had been there since the moment they'd met.
A faint smile tugged at her lips and she looked down at the floor. "Sorry."
Groaning, Sam pulled her into his arms and buried his face in her hair. "Stop that, too," he whispered, "since it's not gonna matter what you do or don't do...." He felt light-headed at her presence and, for the first time, wondered if Dean's theory held some truth.
A soft groan escaped her, as well, feeling her body grow warm at the feel of his lips against her face, of his arms around her body. "Sam..." She closed her eyes, her fingers curling around the back of his shirt.
His mouth caught hers in a deeply passionate kiss, leaving him breathless and wanting. Feeling Chloe move closer to him made his body hard all over with need. Would this madness end? he briefly wondered as his tongue sought entrance to her mouth.
A soft whimper escaped her as her lips parted, her hands sliding beneath his shirt. She needed more. Shifting closer to him she stood on her tiptoes to get as close as possible.
Sliding his arms around her waist, Sam hauled Chloe up his body so he could kiss her more deeply, his tongue gently mating with hers as he grunted with pleasure at her touch. Somehow he managed to get them across the room and onto the king-sized bed, his back hitting the mattress as they fall onto it.
The breath catching in her throat, she pressed her hips against his out of instinct, resting her hands against his chest. "Sam, please."
Her whisper took him by surprise a little. "What, Chloe... You okay?" he said, picking his head up to look at her, his face a wall of concern.
A faint smile touched her lips at the worry she saw in his eyes. "I could be better," she said, her cheeks coloring.
Sam rolled them over so she was beneath him. Licking her neck, he joked, "Good thing I came prepared." He looked back at her, eyes twinkling with a strange amusement.
She gazed up at him, her eyes bright. She hesitantly reached out and tugged at the hem of his shirt.
His shirt came off with a frantic yank before he fumbled with the buttons on her shirt. He swore she wore this just to frustrate him further. Her hips moving against his weren't helping, either. "I may not make it if you keep doing that," he said, opening her shirt and kissing the valley between her breasts.
She bit her lower lip, arching up against him involuntarily and sliding her hands down his muscled chest. She closed her eyes.
Sam kissed his way down her belly, unfastening her jeans as he gently kissed her abdomen. His child was growing in there, he thought with wonder. The tension between them suddenly doubled with that thought and yanked her jeans down her hips, taking her panties with them.
Chloe held her breath as she fumbled unbuttoning his jeans and yanking them down as well, meeting his eyes with a heated gaze.
Sam moved away from her long enough to finish removing their pants. The impatient look in her eyes told him she didn't want to wait: she was as ready as he was. With a wicked smile, he crawled back on top of her and spread her thighs, entering her slowly. He shuddered at the feel of her around him again.
She arched her hips toward him, winding her legs around his waist and groaning as he slid farther inside her. Her body was on fire with need, her skin remembering the last time they'd made love.
He wanted to move slowly, letting her adjust to him, but the second she bumped against him, urging him to go quicker, he was lost in a sea of sensation. Feeling only her. Seeing only her. Wanting only her. When he came, it was on the heels of her own release, crying out her name as he spilled himself into her.
Swallowing hard, she rested her head against the pillows, her eyes drifting shut. She kept his arms wrapped around him.
Sam tried to catch his breath, but it took several minutes for him to breathe normally once more. He moved off her but pulled her body into his, curling himself around her as he gently stroked her stomach.
She relaxed against him, a soft sigh escaping her. She covered his hand with her own, lacing her fingers with his own.
He kissed her earlobe, smiling. "I... didn't hurt... the baby, did I?" It was the last thing he wanted, despite the fact that his body seemed to constantly need her.
"No," she murmured, rubbing her thumb over the back of his hand.
He sighed, hearing the almost forlorn sound in her voice. "Look, I know this is... completely out of my league... but... Chloe, I... I like the idea of being a father." His voice was quiet and honest, hoping she would try to understand what he was telling her.
Chloe was quiet for a moment. "You'll make a great one," she whispered.
"I guess you don't want that, though." Sam felt her retreat from him and wanted to physically pull away. But he couldn't.
"No, that's not..." She slowly turned so she was facing him. She reached up and touched his cheek, gazing into his eyes. "This is all really...overwhelming, Sam." Her voice was barely audible.
She had no idea, he thought, closing his eyes against her soft touch. "I know. I know... I don't know what's going on between us." He sighed and opened his eyes again, hazel eyes meeting her troubled green ones.
"I don't either," she whispered, swallowing hard. "And I don't even know how to go about finding out."
Swallowing hard, he whispered, "My brother might have a theory." Even though he didn't want to tell her. Especially if... Sam grimaced, looking down at her body, his eyes dark with desire again.
Her eyebrows furrowed a little. "Really? What's his theory?"
Taking a deep breath, Sam pulled away and sat up. He didn't want to see the fury in her eyes when he spoke. "Dean thinks... you cast a spell to make me feel this way... about you. That... this... is just a trick."
Chloe stared at him for a long moment, utterly silent. She blinked a couple of times and then slowly sat up, feeling numb all over. Her back to him, she slowly started to get dressed.
He felt glued to the spot, burying his face in his hands as he heard her dressing. His body longed to touch her, needed to feel her skin touching his... but somehow, he didn't think she would allow that. So he sat there, hunched over, listening to her walk away... just as he had done so many days ago, though he had never found peace since.
"I'll be back." She slipped her shoes on and headed for the door.
"Wait," he said, turning around and looking at her. "Where are you going?"
She turned to face him, her green eyes dark with anger. "I'm going to have a chat with your brother."
The look on her face almost scared him. "Chloe, it's just a theory, and I don't believe it, either," he protested, wishing secretly she'd kick Dean's ass for mentioning this connection was anything but real.
"I hope not." Her voice was quiet and she held his gaze a moment longer before turning and heading out the door. She headed down the sidewalk and knocked loudly on the door of the room Dean was staying in.
Dean groaned with impatience, the Magic Fingers bed he was lucky enough to have in his room still in the middle of its rotation. Grumbling, he got up and stalked to the door. "Dammit, Sam, can't this wait until--" His words died when he saw Sam's girl standing on the other side, looking seriously ticked off. "What do you want?" he growled, his eyes narrowing.
She moved past him without waiting for an invitation. "So you think I'm what...a witch?" She turned to glare at him.
He smirked and crossed his arms. "Wouldn't be the first time someone's tried to cast a spell on my brother," he replied. "You don't look like a witch, but looks can be deceiving."
"Well you look like an ass and you don't hide it in the least," she retorted.
Dean took a step towards her, his hazel eyes flashing with intense anger. "I'm not being an ass when it comes to protecting Sam," he stated, his voice hard and biting. "Tell me, were you waiting for someone specific to mind whammy or did he just get lucky?"
Her eyes narrowed even more. "For your information, I was at the Talon having a latte and writing my next article when your brother showed up. I don't know what the hell is going on between us, but whatever it is? I didn't cause it." She held his gaze, her chin up, her eyes defiant.
He had to hand it to his brother: he sure knew how to pick his women, Dean thought, slightly impressed with her bravado. "You must've done something," he persisted with a lazy smile. "Why else would you end up pregnant?"
It took every ounce of willpower not to reach out and slap him across the face for that. "Well I heard having sex sometimes causes that," she said sarcastically, still glaring at him.
He grinned knowingly. "Not if Sam was smart and wrapped it."
Her jaw tensing, she took a step toward him. "You know, if I didn't know the reasons behind your concern for your little brother, I'd be incredibly disturbed by how interested you are in his sex life."
He put his head back and laughed. "You're a spitfire, you know that? No wonder you two connect so well." He saw he sparks of anger in her eyes and smiled wryly. So much for that mind whammy theory, he mused.
She folded her arms across her chest. "So does that mean you're going to stop being a jerk and help us figure out what's going on?"
"Only if I get to spend more time with that delicious cousin of yours," Dean replied with a suggestive smile on his face. She would never know how much this strange connection between Sam and her disturbed him, especially since a child was on the way. Being an uncle was never in his future.
Chloe's eyes narrowed for another reason this time. "Let's get something straight about Lois." Her voice held a no-nonsense, don't screw with me tone. "She just got out of a relationship where she had her heart all but ripped out. She's not the one-night stand type. You hurt her? You're gonna have to deal with me."
"Whoa, okay there," he replied, putting his hands up in mock surrender. "Who said anything about a one-night stand? Look what happened to Sammy when he did that."
She eyed him suspiciously for a moment. "Lois is like my sister." Her voice softened a little. I don't wanna see her get hurt anymore than you wanna see Sam get hurt."
The smile on his face died. She had a point, one he couldn't argue with. "Tell you what," he stated. "I'll let it be her decision, okay? Sam would probably kill me if I pissed you off, and I have a feeling hurting Lois would do just that."
She nodded slightly and slowly headed for the door.
Dean watched her leave, wondering exactly what connected her to his brother and how they were going to deal with her pregnancy when he spent all his time on the road. With a heavy sigh, Dean went back to the bed, fishing in his pocket for another quarter.
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Chloe knocked softly on the door to Sam's room, waiting for him to answer. Drawing in a breath, she let it out slowly and wrapped her arms around herself.
Sam had been pacing the room, clad in only his jeans, wondering who was going to come out in one piece: his brother or Chloe. When he heard the soft rapping, he immediately yanked the door open. He saw her on the other end and grabbed her inside, pulling her into his arms. "Looks like you won," he whispered in her ear with a smile.
She slowly wound her arms around his waist, closing her eyes. "Let's just say...Dean and I have an understanding."
His laughter was a growl in his throat. "I hope that understanding involved a sound verbal lashing on your part." He felt her breath against his naked chest and wanted to melt himself into her.
A smile tugged at her lips and she placed a soft kiss against his shoulder before pulling away and looking up at him. "I didn't put a spell on you, Sam."
His eyes met hers and he smiled softly. "Yes you have. It's just not the kind Dean's talking about." He leaned his forehead against hers and touched her cheeks with his hands.
She sighed softly, moving her hands to rest on his hips. She looked up at him intently. "But just because I didn't do it...doesn't mean someone else didn't."
The last thing Sam wanted to hear was his feelings, his concentrated pull towards her, was nothing but a spell. He shook his head vehemently. "There's no way," he protested, even though doubt had already begun to nibble away at him.
"The... meteor rocks?" he whispered, taking his hands away from her face to run them through his hair in a frustrated motion.
"Wouldn't be the first time the meteor rocks made people do something they normally wouldn't do." She slowly moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
Feeling a yawning chasm open between them -- literally and figuratively -- Sam could only stand rooted to the floor, watching her across the room, his thoughts as dark as his eyes. If this was a trick, then heaven help the person or demon doing this, he thought involuntarily. He started at his own thoughts, cursing the destiny yawning before him that had little to do with Chloe Sullivan and the life growing inside her. "Then maybe we should find out what's doing this," he muttered inaudibly.
Nodding silently, her eyes prickled with tears and she didn't lift her head to look at him. The more she thought about it, the more convinced she was there had to be something more at work. No guy like Sam Winchester would ever fall for someone like her. "Good idea."
"But can we start tomorrow?" he asked suddenly, striding across the room and crouching in front of her, looking up into her saddened eyes. "I kinda like this whole 'connection having' thing." He smiled softly, because in all his life, he never felt connected to anything or anyone. Not even his family until recently... and he didn't want to let that go.
His smile was so sweet she reached out and placed a hand to his cheek, gazing into his eyes. And though the sadness in her heart didn't subside, she leaned closer and pressed her lips against his in a soft kiss.
He returned her kiss, the gentle pressure against his mouth enhanced by her touch. "Please don't be down," he replied between kisses. Though he knew they both had issues to overcome, things to think about, watching her eyes dull with sadness was more than he could handle. He put his hands on her thighs and rubbed gently, a tender caress.
She closed her eyes, sliding her arms around his neck and resting her forehead against his. "I don't want this to be fake," she whispered, tears shimmering on her eyelashes.
His thumbs gently wiped the tears from her eyes. "I don't, either," he confessed, his smile hopeful as he stared into her suddenly wide, surprised eyes.
"But what if it is?" she whispered almost inaudibly.
Sam frowned. He didn't want it to be, and even if that were the case, he wondered if that would change anything. Despite the doubts she had, he found he could admit he cared about her. Even if she didn't want him. "And what if it isn't?" he asked softly.
She realized in reality that was almost as scary, if not more so than if it was all some sort of spell or meteor-rock induced insanity. She gazed back at him intently, unsure of how to answer his question. "I don't know," she whispered.
The tension was so thick between them, he could literally cut it with a knife. Sensual, heated, and heavy... so her response was simultaneously expected and surprising. Pulling away from her, he sat cross-legged on the floor and looked down. Me neither, he thought. Being with her brought up all kinds of questions he didn't have answers to, which irritated him. Why did this have to be so complicated?
She gazed down at him for a long moment before sliding off the bed and sitting in front of him, their knees touching. She drew in a breath and let it out slowly, looking at the floor as well. Without realizing it, their breathing fell into the same slow, steady pattern.
Sam honed in at the one place where their bodies met and focused. His breath fell in short sighs, something he had never experienced before. It felt strange but completely natural at the same time. Lifting his eyes up Chloe's body, he noticed she seemed to breathe in the same time he did. Her face was down turned, so he didn't know if she had seen it or not. "Huh, interesting," he commented idly, gazing at her chest rising and falling in perfect sync with his.
"What's that?" she asked softly, lifting her gaze to meet his.
"Did you know our breathing pattern is the same?"
She blinked, her eyebrows furrowing momentarily until she realized he was right. Surprise registered on her face, reflecting in his eyes, as well. "What does that mean?"
"I have no idea," Sam said, a sense of peace descending upon him even as he was utterly surprised by this revelation, "but I feel good about it." He touched her face, smoothing the worry from her brow. "Maybe it's because of our connection."
At his light touch, she felt the tension ease out of her body, her worries and fears melting away. She turned her head slightly, kissing the palm of his hand.
He closed his eyes and enjoyed for a moment her lips on his rough, calloused palm. How she could stand to have his hands on her tender, silky skin, he had no idea. He felt worn and frayed all of a sudden, humbled by the fact that this woman felt anything for him. "Can I ask you something?" he whispered, lost in thought.
"Of course," she whispered without hesitation, turning her green eyes back to his face and gazing at him with warmth.
"If this turns out to be not a spell but... the real thing..." He hesitated, taking a deep breath and blowing it out. "Would you... could you handle..." He shook his head, unable to get the words out.
Her eyebrows furrowed a little and she reached out to touch his cheek. "Handle what?" she asked softly.
Leaning into her touch, he relaxed enough to utter, "Being with me."
The breath caught in her throat. His voice was so soft, so vulnerable it made her heart ache. She pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "If this is real...I'm not sure I could handle being without you," she said quietly.
Tears pricked the back of his eyelids at her kiss. Sam bit them back furiously, not wanting her to see how much her words had affected him. "Ditto," he whispered, cupping her cheeks and lifting her eyes to his, "because I think I'd like to marry you." Where this idea had come from, he had no idea, but now that he'd uttered the words, he found himself hoping this connection was true and permanent.
Her eyes widened in surprise, her heart skipping a beat. "You'd wanna marry me?"
She gazed at him, swallowing hard. "Because of this...thing between us or because I'm pregnant?" she couldn't help but ask, her voice very soft.
His brow furrowed with anxiety. "Can't it be because of both?" he asked, a little startled by her question. He knew he wanted to take care of their child, help raise him or her... but suddenly he felt like a heel for even bringing up marriage. Especially if she only thought it was because of the child.
A faint smile touched her lips and she nodded a little. "Yeah." She pressed a kiss to his eyebrow.
Sam sighed, still unconvinced that she believed his intentions were pure, honorable. "I don't expect anything from you. I just thought... you should know." His forehead bumped gently against hers, his arms stroking hers.
Chloe gazed at him. "Thank you," she whispered. "That means a lot."
Maybe it did, he thought, their eyes locked in another intense gaze, but her vagueness convinced him that he needed to stay for as long as humanly possible until they found out how true and real their feelings actually were. Their breathing had continued to remain constant with each other, almost as if... their bodies were in tune with one another. No, he couldn't leave. It might kill one or both of them.
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Chloe sat with Sam and Dean in the far corner of the Talon. Each of the brothers had a book open in front of him and she had her laptop open, searching the Internet for anything she could find on inexplicable mental connections. So far none of them were having any luck. Biting her lower lip, she stared at the screen, her fingers entwined with Sam's on the table.
Sam was buried in a book of the history of Smallville, of how the meteor showers in the late 1980's seemed to change everything... and many people in the bargain. The green rocks from outer space seemed to have the ability to mutate normal people into... well, "freaks", as Chloe called them. Maybe in a way, they were freaking, for these people tended to lose their grip on reality. He kept getting distracted, though, by her hand moving in his. He smiled, brushing her palm with his thumb, his eyes never leaving the page.
She ducked her head a little, her cheeks flushing with heat. She swallowed hard. Nothing ever used to distract her from researching. Not even Clark Kent. And now she could hardly think straight because of someone who was a virtual stranger. Sighing softly, she propped her chin up on her free hand, oblivious to the look Dean was shooting his brother.
"Dude, you're supposed to be researching occurrences that involve psychic connections," Sam growled, giving his brother an annoyed look as he squeezed Chloe's hand softly.
"Kinda hard to do with you two are playing footsie in front of me," Dean replied with a knowing grimace, rolling his eyes as he flipped a page.
She looked up, startled. "We're not playing footsie."
Closing his book and slapping it onto the table with a frustrated sigh, Dean retorted, "Fine. Handsies... whatever... you know what I mean." He looked at Sam. "Can't you two leave each other alone for a second?"
Inhaling and trying to remain calm in front of his girl, Sam said, "No. Deal with it, man." He used his free hand to push another book in front of his brother.
Chloe started to say something when she caught sight of Clark walking inside. Involuntarily her fingers tightened around Sam's a little more and she swallowed hard as she stared blankly at her computer.
"What is it?" he whispered, not following the sudden panic she felt.
She shook her head just slightly, not looking up, but sensing that Clark was staring at her. Dean looked between Sam and Chloe with a furrowed eyebrow, wondering what the hell he was missing this time.
Clark approached Chloe with a certain amount of trepidation, especially considering the two fierce-looking men she was sitting with. "Hey, Chloe," he whispered, clearing his throat. Sam looked up at the tall dark-haired man with the sheepish look on his face and immediately frowned. Who was this guy? he thought possessively, releasing her hand to throw his arm around her.
"It's okay, Sam, he's just a friend," she murmured against his ear before shifting her gaze to Clark. "Hey. How's it going?"
"Fine," came the uncertain reply. Clark was too busy sizing up the two guys she was with, the younger looking one's arm slung around her like he owned her or something. "Gonna introduce me?"
Drawing in a breath, she nodded slightly. "Clark, this is Sam Winchester and his brother Dean. Guys, this is my friend Clark Kent." Dean eyed him with something akin to dislike, but nodded slightly at him anyway.
Pulling Chloe closer to him, Sam nodded, "Clark... Kent, huh?" he said, going back to his book. Clark raised an eye at both brothers, immediately taking a dislike to them both. "Chloe, can I talk to you... privately?" He crossed his arms, voice hard with the request.
"No, dude, she's busy," Sam retorted, not looking up from his book.
Dean smirked a little at his brother's response, returning his sights to his own book. Chloe sighed very softly. Despite her desire to remain seated beside Sam's side, she had too much history with Clark to say no. "I'll be right back," she whispered into Sam's ear, sliding past him slowly.
Grabbing her hand, Sam hauled her back into her seat and kissed her thoroughly, just to make sure Clark understood his position... or lack thereof... where Chloe was concerned. "Don't be gone long," he rasped, giving her a heated look. Already he was feeling her absence. Shocked, Clark turned and headed for the other side of the Talon.
A faint smile tugged at her lips and she touched his face gently. "I won't be," she promised. She slid out of the seat once more and slowly headed over to where Clark stood, still looking stunned. She looked at him nonchalantly. "What's up?" Her voice was quiet.
Clark couldn't say anything for a full minute. "I was going to ask how you are and apologize... but I see you're just fine." His snarl was directed at Sam, who was watching them speak, his eyes filled with suspicion.
Chloe's eyes widened just slightly. "Clark, did you just growl?"
Startled, he took his eyes off Sam Winchester and focused on Chloe. "What? I did not," he protested slowly. "I'm just concerned about you, that's all."
"And you now express concern by growling?" An amused smile tugged at her lips. "Seriously, Clark. I'm fine. "
He ignored her amused comment and frowned. "Is that the father?" he demanded, glaring at Sam.
Her smile slipped a little. "Yes," she answered, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Bastard," Clark replied, not seeing the dark look pass over Chloe's face. "Got a lot of nerve showing up here again." He glanced at her. "Why are you even in the same place as him?"
She put her hands on her hips, thoroughly irritated by him once more. "I assure you, Clark, that what happens between Sam and I is completely consensual."
"That's not the point, Chloe," he protested. "Who is he? What does he do? Where's he been?" His ire was rising quickly. Sam had noticed Clark's eyes on him and grimaced. "Seems like I have some ass-kicking to do soon," he told his brother.
Dean eyed Clark with dark eyes. "I don't like that guy," he said flatly. "Keep your voice down," she commanded, glaring at him. "He helps people. Like you do. Just...in a different way. And that's what he's been doing."
"I don't, either," Sam whispered, pulling his seat back and standing up. "Like he helped you get pregnant?" Clark hissed, noticing Sam coming their way.
"You're incredibly out of line," she hissed back.
"Since when is looking out for a friend out of line?" Clark demanded, moving towards her.
Sam picked up the pace and managed to get between Clark and Chloe. "Dude, what the hell's your problem?" he stated, looking the other man straight in the eye.
"That would be you," Clark said evenly, glaring at him.
Chloe grabbed hold of Sam's arm, feeling his anger as though it were her own. "It's okay, Sam."
Sam's anger funneled through him. "No, it isn't," he whispered, his voice a low growl. "He's gonna back the hell off." He looked directly into Clark's eyes, daring him to make a move.
Clark smirked in amusement. "What, you gonna beat me up or something?"
Chloe shot Clark a look. "Clark. Stop it!"
"No, Chloe," Clark retorted hotly, ignoring the curious looks they were getting from the other Talon customers. "This guy... he comes waltzing in here..." He waved his hands towards Sam in irritation.
Sam looked towards the door. "Outside. Now." He felt Chloe put a hand on his arm and glanced back at her. "I think we need to talk, Chloe."
"I agree." Dean's voice came from behind them, his arms folded across his chest, a hard look on his face as he stared at Clark with dark eyes.
Chloe gritted her teeth in irritation, wishing Lois was around to help regulate the amount of testosterone being tossed around.
Clark laughed. "Oh look, the brother's gonna help take me outside. I'm scared. Really." He glared at both men, wishing there was a way to show them that there was no way they could hurt him.
Dean's eyes darkened a little more, a dangerous glint in his hard stare. "You don't back off right now and I'll do more than help take you outside," he warned without a hint of joking.
"It's not like we mind kicking your sorry ass outside, Clark," Sam replied, his voice deadly. This guy needed to be beaten into next week, he thought, grasping Chloe's hand as he spoke.
Clark glanced at Chloe. "Who are these two?" he asked, a little incredulous.
Without responding to his question, she put herself right in the middle of the three men. "All right, knock it off right now." She glared at Clark first, and then at Dean, her gaze softening a tiny bit when she looked at Sam. "This is ridiculous. Nobody's kicking anyone's ass." Her voice was filled with warning.
Her hand still in his, Sam looked at his brother. "Let's get out of here," he stated in an even voice. Friend or no friend, Sam didn't trust Clark. There was something different about him, something that made him cockier than Dean.
Dean slowly turned to look at Sam, nodding slightly, then shooting another dark glare in Clark's direction. He turned and headed to the table to get their things.
Chloe looked up at Sam. "I'll meet you guys at the motel, okay?" Her voice was quiet.
His eyes darkened. "Please come with us. I don't want to leave you here with... him." He nodded to Clark without even looking at him.
"Clark would never hurt me." Physically, she thought, resting her hands on his arms. "I promise I won't be long."
Pulling her to him, his hands going to her waist, he kissed her possessively. "Better not be," he growled. He shot Clark a final warning look and reluctantly left her, grabbing their things and following Dean out of the Talon.
It took her a moment to recover from the intensity behind that kiss, her eyes drifting shut for a few seconds. She forced herself to take a deep breath and she swallowed hard before turning to face Clark once more. Her eyes told him she was not amused. "Let's go upstairs." Without waiting for him to respond, she headed up the staircase.
Shaking his head, though more from his troubled thoughts, Clark slowly followed Chloe to the upstairs apartment. Once inside, he prepared to be verbally berated, though he asked, "What is it with you and this guy, Chloe?"
"I don't know, Clark," she said honestly, turning to look at him, a frown on her face.
His eyes narrowed. "What do you mean... you don't know?" She was pregnant with this guy's child and she didn't know? he fumed inside. Who was this woman standing across from him, anyway?
Her own eyes narrowed at his disapproving look. "I mean I don't know. The night we met..." She looked up at the ceiling, trying to find the right words. "It was like there was some kind of magnet pulling us together. It was intense and uncontrollable. I don't know how else to explain it."
Clark's lips twisted into a wry smile. "Aren't all one-night stands supposed to be like that?"
Her face paled at his words. "What the hell is your problem, Clark? What are you, jealous?"
He snorted in surprise. "Jealous? Hell no, I'm not jealous. I just don't understand why you, of all people, would do something so... irresponsible."
Hurt flickered over her features. "Yeah. And you're so perfect you've never done anything irresponsible in your entire life, right, Clark?"
His green eyes darkened considerably. "Oh this is really not about me, Chloe," he retorted hotly, his ire building. "I don't know who you are anymore. Meeting strange men, sleeping with them... letting this guy act like he now owns you." He shook his head and sighed. "Between you and Lana, I'm... well, I'm lost."
Her jaw tensed. "You can't even begin to compare Lana hooking up with Lex to me and Sam," she said hotly. "For one, Sam isn't an evil bastard who experiments on people for fun. And second of all, I think you're just bitter that I've finally moved on and I'm not playing backup in the little romantic tragedy between the two of you anymore!"
Clark blinked, surprised and not a little angry over Chloe's tirade. "You know what? Fine. You're still pissed over what happened a month ago." He started for the door. "Guess this friendship's over."
Tears stung her eyes. "Not everything is always about you, Clark," she whispered. "I care about Sam."
"And he obviously cares about you," he muttered, grasping the doorknob.
"I don't wanna lose you as a friend." Her voice was strained.
"Might be too late for that," Clark replied, his voice soft with defeat as he pulled the door open. Without waiting for a response, he left, clicking the door shut behind him.
She stared at the shut door, tears blurring her vision. She slowly sat down on her cousin's sofa, burying her face in her hands.
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!
Chloe felt Sam's gaze on her as she slid out of her car, the breath catching in her throat. Distantly she wondered what was happening to her. Why this...whatever with Sam was so intense. Swallowing hard, she slowly made her way toward the hotel lobby, her heart beating quickly in her chest.
Their eyes met and held as he watched her approach, her face looking very unsure of herself, maybe of him. He frowned slightly as she finally got close enough to put his hands on her shoulders. "Chloe," he whispered, pulling her into a warm embrace.
Letting out a breath, she slid her arms around him tightly, closing her eyes as she buried her face against his shoulder.
His arms held her, molding her body to his as he breathed in her essence. The rest of the world fell away, and he was heedless of the curious glances they got from the front desk staff and guests. Dean's voice lingered in his mind, however, making him wonder if this was nothing more than a trick.
She slowly pulled away to look up at him with curious green eyes, picking up on his own hesitancy and uncertainty. "You okay?"
"I am now," he whispered, kissing her cheek softly. He pushed those thoughts from his mind as he took her hand and led her towards the room he had gotten for them.
Somehow she wasn't convinced, but she let him lead her into a room, butterflies fluttering nervously in her stomach. She leaned against the door once they were inside, biting her lower lip.
Letting go of her hand, Sam ran a hand through his hair, wondering where they went from this point. Their conversation in Lois's apartment rang in his head: things seemed easier at the time, but now... He watched her chew on her lip and swallowed visibly. "Stop that," he rasped hoarsely.
"Stop what?" she asked in confusion, her eyebrows furrowing a little.
"Biting your lip. It's a turn on," he said with a shy smile. He scratched the back of his head in attempt to lighten the mood, though the air between them crackled with that same awareness that had been there since the moment they'd met.
A faint smile tugged at her lips and she looked down at the floor. "Sorry."
Groaning, Sam pulled her into his arms and buried his face in her hair. "Stop that, too," he whispered, "since it's not gonna matter what you do or don't do...." He felt light-headed at her presence and, for the first time, wondered if Dean's theory held some truth.
A soft groan escaped her, as well, feeling her body grow warm at the feel of his lips against her face, of his arms around her body. "Sam..." She closed her eyes, her fingers curling around the back of his shirt.
His mouth caught hers in a deeply passionate kiss, leaving him breathless and wanting. Feeling Chloe move closer to him made his body hard all over with need. Would this madness end? he briefly wondered as his tongue sought entrance to her mouth.
A soft whimper escaped her as her lips parted, her hands sliding beneath his shirt. She needed more. Shifting closer to him she stood on her tiptoes to get as close as possible.
Sliding his arms around her waist, Sam hauled Chloe up his body so he could kiss her more deeply, his tongue gently mating with hers as he grunted with pleasure at her touch. Somehow he managed to get them across the room and onto the king-sized bed, his back hitting the mattress as they fall onto it.
The breath catching in her throat, she pressed her hips against his out of instinct, resting her hands against his chest. "Sam, please."
Her whisper took him by surprise a little. "What, Chloe... You okay?" he said, picking his head up to look at her, his face a wall of concern.
A faint smile touched her lips at the worry she saw in his eyes. "I could be better," she said, her cheeks coloring.
Sam rolled them over so she was beneath him. Licking her neck, he joked, "Good thing I came prepared." He looked back at her, eyes twinkling with a strange amusement.
She gazed up at him, her eyes bright. She hesitantly reached out and tugged at the hem of his shirt.
His shirt came off with a frantic yank before he fumbled with the buttons on her shirt. He swore she wore this just to frustrate him further. Her hips moving against his weren't helping, either. "I may not make it if you keep doing that," he said, opening her shirt and kissing the valley between her breasts.
She bit her lower lip, arching up against him involuntarily and sliding her hands down his muscled chest. She closed her eyes.
Sam kissed his way down her belly, unfastening her jeans as he gently kissed her abdomen. His child was growing in there, he thought with wonder. The tension between them suddenly doubled with that thought and yanked her jeans down her hips, taking her panties with them.
Chloe held her breath as she fumbled unbuttoning his jeans and yanking them down as well, meeting his eyes with a heated gaze.
Sam moved away from her long enough to finish removing their pants. The impatient look in her eyes told him she didn't want to wait: she was as ready as he was. With a wicked smile, he crawled back on top of her and spread her thighs, entering her slowly. He shuddered at the feel of her around him again.
She arched her hips toward him, winding her legs around his waist and groaning as he slid farther inside her. Her body was on fire with need, her skin remembering the last time they'd made love.
He wanted to move slowly, letting her adjust to him, but the second she bumped against him, urging him to go quicker, he was lost in a sea of sensation. Feeling only her. Seeing only her. Wanting only her. When he came, it was on the heels of her own release, crying out her name as he spilled himself into her.
Swallowing hard, she rested her head against the pillows, her eyes drifting shut. She kept his arms wrapped around him.
Sam tried to catch his breath, but it took several minutes for him to breathe normally once more. He moved off her but pulled her body into his, curling himself around her as he gently stroked her stomach.
She relaxed against him, a soft sigh escaping her. She covered his hand with her own, lacing her fingers with his own.
He kissed her earlobe, smiling. "I... didn't hurt... the baby, did I?" It was the last thing he wanted, despite the fact that his body seemed to constantly need her.
"No," she murmured, rubbing her thumb over the back of his hand.
He sighed, hearing the almost forlorn sound in her voice. "Look, I know this is... completely out of my league... but... Chloe, I... I like the idea of being a father." His voice was quiet and honest, hoping she would try to understand what he was telling her.
Chloe was quiet for a moment. "You'll make a great one," she whispered.
"I guess you don't want that, though." Sam felt her retreat from him and wanted to physically pull away. But he couldn't.
"No, that's not..." She slowly turned so she was facing him. She reached up and touched his cheek, gazing into his eyes. "This is all really...overwhelming, Sam." Her voice was barely audible.
She had no idea, he thought, closing his eyes against her soft touch. "I know. I know... I don't know what's going on between us." He sighed and opened his eyes again, hazel eyes meeting her troubled green ones.
"I don't either," she whispered, swallowing hard. "And I don't even know how to go about finding out."
Swallowing hard, he whispered, "My brother might have a theory." Even though he didn't want to tell her. Especially if... Sam grimaced, looking down at her body, his eyes dark with desire again.
Her eyebrows furrowed a little. "Really? What's his theory?"
Taking a deep breath, Sam pulled away and sat up. He didn't want to see the fury in her eyes when he spoke. "Dean thinks... you cast a spell to make me feel this way... about you. That... this... is just a trick."
Chloe stared at him for a long moment, utterly silent. She blinked a couple of times and then slowly sat up, feeling numb all over. Her back to him, she slowly started to get dressed.
He felt glued to the spot, burying his face in his hands as he heard her dressing. His body longed to touch her, needed to feel her skin touching his... but somehow, he didn't think she would allow that. So he sat there, hunched over, listening to her walk away... just as he had done so many days ago, though he had never found peace since.
"I'll be back." She slipped her shoes on and headed for the door.
"Wait," he said, turning around and looking at her. "Where are you going?"
She turned to face him, her green eyes dark with anger. "I'm going to have a chat with your brother."
The look on her face almost scared him. "Chloe, it's just a theory, and I don't believe it, either," he protested, wishing secretly she'd kick Dean's ass for mentioning this connection was anything but real.
"I hope not." Her voice was quiet and she held his gaze a moment longer before turning and heading out the door. She headed down the sidewalk and knocked loudly on the door of the room Dean was staying in.
Dean groaned with impatience, the Magic Fingers bed he was lucky enough to have in his room still in the middle of its rotation. Grumbling, he got up and stalked to the door. "Dammit, Sam, can't this wait until--" His words died when he saw Sam's girl standing on the other side, looking seriously ticked off. "What do you want?" he growled, his eyes narrowing.
She moved past him without waiting for an invitation. "So you think I'm what...a witch?" She turned to glare at him.
He smirked and crossed his arms. "Wouldn't be the first time someone's tried to cast a spell on my brother," he replied. "You don't look like a witch, but looks can be deceiving."
"Well you look like an ass and you don't hide it in the least," she retorted.
Dean took a step towards her, his hazel eyes flashing with intense anger. "I'm not being an ass when it comes to protecting Sam," he stated, his voice hard and biting. "Tell me, were you waiting for someone specific to mind whammy or did he just get lucky?"
Her eyes narrowed even more. "For your information, I was at the Talon having a latte and writing my next article when your brother showed up. I don't know what the hell is going on between us, but whatever it is? I didn't cause it." She held his gaze, her chin up, her eyes defiant.
He had to hand it to his brother: he sure knew how to pick his women, Dean thought, slightly impressed with her bravado. "You must've done something," he persisted with a lazy smile. "Why else would you end up pregnant?"
It took every ounce of willpower not to reach out and slap him across the face for that. "Well I heard having sex sometimes causes that," she said sarcastically, still glaring at him.
He grinned knowingly. "Not if Sam was smart and wrapped it."
Her jaw tensing, she took a step toward him. "You know, if I didn't know the reasons behind your concern for your little brother, I'd be incredibly disturbed by how interested you are in his sex life."
He put his head back and laughed. "You're a spitfire, you know that? No wonder you two connect so well." He saw he sparks of anger in her eyes and smiled wryly. So much for that mind whammy theory, he mused.
She folded her arms across her chest. "So does that mean you're going to stop being a jerk and help us figure out what's going on?"
"Only if I get to spend more time with that delicious cousin of yours," Dean replied with a suggestive smile on his face. She would never know how much this strange connection between Sam and her disturbed him, especially since a child was on the way. Being an uncle was never in his future.
Chloe's eyes narrowed for another reason this time. "Let's get something straight about Lois." Her voice held a no-nonsense, don't screw with me tone. "She just got out of a relationship where she had her heart all but ripped out. She's not the one-night stand type. You hurt her? You're gonna have to deal with me."
"Whoa, okay there," he replied, putting his hands up in mock surrender. "Who said anything about a one-night stand? Look what happened to Sammy when he did that."
She eyed him suspiciously for a moment. "Lois is like my sister." Her voice softened a little. I don't wanna see her get hurt anymore than you wanna see Sam get hurt."
The smile on his face died. She had a point, one he couldn't argue with. "Tell you what," he stated. "I'll let it be her decision, okay? Sam would probably kill me if I pissed you off, and I have a feeling hurting Lois would do just that."
She nodded slightly and slowly headed for the door.
Dean watched her leave, wondering exactly what connected her to his brother and how they were going to deal with her pregnancy when he spent all his time on the road. With a heavy sigh, Dean went back to the bed, fishing in his pocket for another quarter.
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Chloe knocked softly on the door to Sam's room, waiting for him to answer. Drawing in a breath, she let it out slowly and wrapped her arms around herself.
Sam had been pacing the room, clad in only his jeans, wondering who was going to come out in one piece: his brother or Chloe. When he heard the soft rapping, he immediately yanked the door open. He saw her on the other end and grabbed her inside, pulling her into his arms. "Looks like you won," he whispered in her ear with a smile.
She slowly wound her arms around his waist, closing her eyes. "Let's just say...Dean and I have an understanding."
His laughter was a growl in his throat. "I hope that understanding involved a sound verbal lashing on your part." He felt her breath against his naked chest and wanted to melt himself into her.
A smile tugged at her lips and she placed a soft kiss against his shoulder before pulling away and looking up at him. "I didn't put a spell on you, Sam."
His eyes met hers and he smiled softly. "Yes you have. It's just not the kind Dean's talking about." He leaned his forehead against hers and touched her cheeks with his hands.
She sighed softly, moving her hands to rest on his hips. She looked up at him intently. "But just because I didn't do it...doesn't mean someone else didn't."
The last thing Sam wanted to hear was his feelings, his concentrated pull towards her, was nothing but a spell. He shook his head vehemently. "There's no way," he protested, even though doubt had already begun to nibble away at him.
"The... meteor rocks?" he whispered, taking his hands away from her face to run them through his hair in a frustrated motion.
"Wouldn't be the first time the meteor rocks made people do something they normally wouldn't do." She slowly moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
Feeling a yawning chasm open between them -- literally and figuratively -- Sam could only stand rooted to the floor, watching her across the room, his thoughts as dark as his eyes. If this was a trick, then heaven help the person or demon doing this, he thought involuntarily. He started at his own thoughts, cursing the destiny yawning before him that had little to do with Chloe Sullivan and the life growing inside her. "Then maybe we should find out what's doing this," he muttered inaudibly.
Nodding silently, her eyes prickled with tears and she didn't lift her head to look at him. The more she thought about it, the more convinced she was there had to be something more at work. No guy like Sam Winchester would ever fall for someone like her. "Good idea."
"But can we start tomorrow?" he asked suddenly, striding across the room and crouching in front of her, looking up into her saddened eyes. "I kinda like this whole 'connection having' thing." He smiled softly, because in all his life, he never felt connected to anything or anyone. Not even his family until recently... and he didn't want to let that go.
His smile was so sweet she reached out and placed a hand to his cheek, gazing into his eyes. And though the sadness in her heart didn't subside, she leaned closer and pressed her lips against his in a soft kiss.
He returned her kiss, the gentle pressure against his mouth enhanced by her touch. "Please don't be down," he replied between kisses. Though he knew they both had issues to overcome, things to think about, watching her eyes dull with sadness was more than he could handle. He put his hands on her thighs and rubbed gently, a tender caress.
She closed her eyes, sliding her arms around his neck and resting her forehead against his. "I don't want this to be fake," she whispered, tears shimmering on her eyelashes.
His thumbs gently wiped the tears from her eyes. "I don't, either," he confessed, his smile hopeful as he stared into her suddenly wide, surprised eyes.
"But what if it is?" she whispered almost inaudibly.
Sam frowned. He didn't want it to be, and even if that were the case, he wondered if that would change anything. Despite the doubts she had, he found he could admit he cared about her. Even if she didn't want him. "And what if it isn't?" he asked softly.
She realized in reality that was almost as scary, if not more so than if it was all some sort of spell or meteor-rock induced insanity. She gazed back at him intently, unsure of how to answer his question. "I don't know," she whispered.
The tension was so thick between them, he could literally cut it with a knife. Sensual, heated, and heavy... so her response was simultaneously expected and surprising. Pulling away from her, he sat cross-legged on the floor and looked down. Me neither, he thought. Being with her brought up all kinds of questions he didn't have answers to, which irritated him. Why did this have to be so complicated?
She gazed down at him for a long moment before sliding off the bed and sitting in front of him, their knees touching. She drew in a breath and let it out slowly, looking at the floor as well. Without realizing it, their breathing fell into the same slow, steady pattern.
Sam honed in at the one place where their bodies met and focused. His breath fell in short sighs, something he had never experienced before. It felt strange but completely natural at the same time. Lifting his eyes up Chloe's body, he noticed she seemed to breathe in the same time he did. Her face was down turned, so he didn't know if she had seen it or not. "Huh, interesting," he commented idly, gazing at her chest rising and falling in perfect sync with his.
"What's that?" she asked softly, lifting her gaze to meet his.
"Did you know our breathing pattern is the same?"
She blinked, her eyebrows furrowing momentarily until she realized he was right. Surprise registered on her face, reflecting in his eyes, as well. "What does that mean?"
"I have no idea," Sam said, a sense of peace descending upon him even as he was utterly surprised by this revelation, "but I feel good about it." He touched her face, smoothing the worry from her brow. "Maybe it's because of our connection."
At his light touch, she felt the tension ease out of her body, her worries and fears melting away. She turned her head slightly, kissing the palm of his hand.
He closed his eyes and enjoyed for a moment her lips on his rough, calloused palm. How she could stand to have his hands on her tender, silky skin, he had no idea. He felt worn and frayed all of a sudden, humbled by the fact that this woman felt anything for him. "Can I ask you something?" he whispered, lost in thought.
"Of course," she whispered without hesitation, turning her green eyes back to his face and gazing at him with warmth.
"If this turns out to be not a spell but... the real thing..." He hesitated, taking a deep breath and blowing it out. "Would you... could you handle..." He shook his head, unable to get the words out.
Her eyebrows furrowed a little and she reached out to touch his cheek. "Handle what?" she asked softly.
Leaning into her touch, he relaxed enough to utter, "Being with me."
The breath caught in her throat. His voice was so soft, so vulnerable it made her heart ache. She pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "If this is real...I'm not sure I could handle being without you," she said quietly.
Tears pricked the back of his eyelids at her kiss. Sam bit them back furiously, not wanting her to see how much her words had affected him. "Ditto," he whispered, cupping her cheeks and lifting her eyes to his, "because I think I'd like to marry you." Where this idea had come from, he had no idea, but now that he'd uttered the words, he found himself hoping this connection was true and permanent.
Her eyes widened in surprise, her heart skipping a beat. "You'd wanna marry me?"
She gazed at him, swallowing hard. "Because of this...thing between us or because I'm pregnant?" she couldn't help but ask, her voice very soft.
His brow furrowed with anxiety. "Can't it be because of both?" he asked, a little startled by her question. He knew he wanted to take care of their child, help raise him or her... but suddenly he felt like a heel for even bringing up marriage. Especially if she only thought it was because of the child.
A faint smile touched her lips and she nodded a little. "Yeah." She pressed a kiss to his eyebrow.
Sam sighed, still unconvinced that she believed his intentions were pure, honorable. "I don't expect anything from you. I just thought... you should know." His forehead bumped gently against hers, his arms stroking hers.
Chloe gazed at him. "Thank you," she whispered. "That means a lot."
Maybe it did, he thought, their eyes locked in another intense gaze, but her vagueness convinced him that he needed to stay for as long as humanly possible until they found out how true and real their feelings actually were. Their breathing had continued to remain constant with each other, almost as if... their bodies were in tune with one another. No, he couldn't leave. It might kill one or both of them.
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Chloe sat with Sam and Dean in the far corner of the Talon. Each of the brothers had a book open in front of him and she had her laptop open, searching the Internet for anything she could find on inexplicable mental connections. So far none of them were having any luck. Biting her lower lip, she stared at the screen, her fingers entwined with Sam's on the table.
Sam was buried in a book of the history of Smallville, of how the meteor showers in the late 1980's seemed to change everything... and many people in the bargain. The green rocks from outer space seemed to have the ability to mutate normal people into... well, "freaks", as Chloe called them. Maybe in a way, they were freaking, for these people tended to lose their grip on reality. He kept getting distracted, though, by her hand moving in his. He smiled, brushing her palm with his thumb, his eyes never leaving the page.
She ducked her head a little, her cheeks flushing with heat. She swallowed hard. Nothing ever used to distract her from researching. Not even Clark Kent. And now she could hardly think straight because of someone who was a virtual stranger. Sighing softly, she propped her chin up on her free hand, oblivious to the look Dean was shooting his brother.
"Dude, you're supposed to be researching occurrences that involve psychic connections," Sam growled, giving his brother an annoyed look as he squeezed Chloe's hand softly.
"Kinda hard to do with you two are playing footsie in front of me," Dean replied with a knowing grimace, rolling his eyes as he flipped a page.
She looked up, startled. "We're not playing footsie."
Closing his book and slapping it onto the table with a frustrated sigh, Dean retorted, "Fine. Handsies... whatever... you know what I mean." He looked at Sam. "Can't you two leave each other alone for a second?"
Inhaling and trying to remain calm in front of his girl, Sam said, "No. Deal with it, man." He used his free hand to push another book in front of his brother.
Chloe started to say something when she caught sight of Clark walking inside. Involuntarily her fingers tightened around Sam's a little more and she swallowed hard as she stared blankly at her computer.
"What is it?" he whispered, not following the sudden panic she felt.
She shook her head just slightly, not looking up, but sensing that Clark was staring at her. Dean looked between Sam and Chloe with a furrowed eyebrow, wondering what the hell he was missing this time.
Clark approached Chloe with a certain amount of trepidation, especially considering the two fierce-looking men she was sitting with. "Hey, Chloe," he whispered, clearing his throat. Sam looked up at the tall dark-haired man with the sheepish look on his face and immediately frowned. Who was this guy? he thought possessively, releasing her hand to throw his arm around her.
"It's okay, Sam, he's just a friend," she murmured against his ear before shifting her gaze to Clark. "Hey. How's it going?"
"Fine," came the uncertain reply. Clark was too busy sizing up the two guys she was with, the younger looking one's arm slung around her like he owned her or something. "Gonna introduce me?"
Drawing in a breath, she nodded slightly. "Clark, this is Sam Winchester and his brother Dean. Guys, this is my friend Clark Kent." Dean eyed him with something akin to dislike, but nodded slightly at him anyway.
Pulling Chloe closer to him, Sam nodded, "Clark... Kent, huh?" he said, going back to his book. Clark raised an eye at both brothers, immediately taking a dislike to them both. "Chloe, can I talk to you... privately?" He crossed his arms, voice hard with the request.
"No, dude, she's busy," Sam retorted, not looking up from his book.
Dean smirked a little at his brother's response, returning his sights to his own book. Chloe sighed very softly. Despite her desire to remain seated beside Sam's side, she had too much history with Clark to say no. "I'll be right back," she whispered into Sam's ear, sliding past him slowly.
Grabbing her hand, Sam hauled her back into her seat and kissed her thoroughly, just to make sure Clark understood his position... or lack thereof... where Chloe was concerned. "Don't be gone long," he rasped, giving her a heated look. Already he was feeling her absence. Shocked, Clark turned and headed for the other side of the Talon.
A faint smile tugged at her lips and she touched his face gently. "I won't be," she promised. She slid out of the seat once more and slowly headed over to where Clark stood, still looking stunned. She looked at him nonchalantly. "What's up?" Her voice was quiet.
Clark couldn't say anything for a full minute. "I was going to ask how you are and apologize... but I see you're just fine." His snarl was directed at Sam, who was watching them speak, his eyes filled with suspicion.
Chloe's eyes widened just slightly. "Clark, did you just growl?"
Startled, he took his eyes off Sam Winchester and focused on Chloe. "What? I did not," he protested slowly. "I'm just concerned about you, that's all."
"And you now express concern by growling?" An amused smile tugged at her lips. "Seriously, Clark. I'm fine. "
He ignored her amused comment and frowned. "Is that the father?" he demanded, glaring at Sam.
Her smile slipped a little. "Yes," she answered, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Bastard," Clark replied, not seeing the dark look pass over Chloe's face. "Got a lot of nerve showing up here again." He glanced at her. "Why are you even in the same place as him?"
She put her hands on her hips, thoroughly irritated by him once more. "I assure you, Clark, that what happens between Sam and I is completely consensual."
"That's not the point, Chloe," he protested. "Who is he? What does he do? Where's he been?" His ire was rising quickly. Sam had noticed Clark's eyes on him and grimaced. "Seems like I have some ass-kicking to do soon," he told his brother.
Dean eyed Clark with dark eyes. "I don't like that guy," he said flatly. "Keep your voice down," she commanded, glaring at him. "He helps people. Like you do. Just...in a different way. And that's what he's been doing."
"I don't, either," Sam whispered, pulling his seat back and standing up. "Like he helped you get pregnant?" Clark hissed, noticing Sam coming their way.
"You're incredibly out of line," she hissed back.
"Since when is looking out for a friend out of line?" Clark demanded, moving towards her.
Sam picked up the pace and managed to get between Clark and Chloe. "Dude, what the hell's your problem?" he stated, looking the other man straight in the eye.
"That would be you," Clark said evenly, glaring at him.
Chloe grabbed hold of Sam's arm, feeling his anger as though it were her own. "It's okay, Sam."
Sam's anger funneled through him. "No, it isn't," he whispered, his voice a low growl. "He's gonna back the hell off." He looked directly into Clark's eyes, daring him to make a move.
Clark smirked in amusement. "What, you gonna beat me up or something?"
Chloe shot Clark a look. "Clark. Stop it!"
"No, Chloe," Clark retorted hotly, ignoring the curious looks they were getting from the other Talon customers. "This guy... he comes waltzing in here..." He waved his hands towards Sam in irritation.
Sam looked towards the door. "Outside. Now." He felt Chloe put a hand on his arm and glanced back at her. "I think we need to talk, Chloe."
"I agree." Dean's voice came from behind them, his arms folded across his chest, a hard look on his face as he stared at Clark with dark eyes.
Chloe gritted her teeth in irritation, wishing Lois was around to help regulate the amount of testosterone being tossed around.
Clark laughed. "Oh look, the brother's gonna help take me outside. I'm scared. Really." He glared at both men, wishing there was a way to show them that there was no way they could hurt him.
Dean's eyes darkened a little more, a dangerous glint in his hard stare. "You don't back off right now and I'll do more than help take you outside," he warned without a hint of joking.
"It's not like we mind kicking your sorry ass outside, Clark," Sam replied, his voice deadly. This guy needed to be beaten into next week, he thought, grasping Chloe's hand as he spoke.
Clark glanced at Chloe. "Who are these two?" he asked, a little incredulous.
Without responding to his question, she put herself right in the middle of the three men. "All right, knock it off right now." She glared at Clark first, and then at Dean, her gaze softening a tiny bit when she looked at Sam. "This is ridiculous. Nobody's kicking anyone's ass." Her voice was filled with warning.
Her hand still in his, Sam looked at his brother. "Let's get out of here," he stated in an even voice. Friend or no friend, Sam didn't trust Clark. There was something different about him, something that made him cockier than Dean.
Dean slowly turned to look at Sam, nodding slightly, then shooting another dark glare in Clark's direction. He turned and headed to the table to get their things.
Chloe looked up at Sam. "I'll meet you guys at the motel, okay?" Her voice was quiet.
His eyes darkened. "Please come with us. I don't want to leave you here with... him." He nodded to Clark without even looking at him.
"Clark would never hurt me." Physically, she thought, resting her hands on his arms. "I promise I won't be long."
Pulling her to him, his hands going to her waist, he kissed her possessively. "Better not be," he growled. He shot Clark a final warning look and reluctantly left her, grabbing their things and following Dean out of the Talon.
It took her a moment to recover from the intensity behind that kiss, her eyes drifting shut for a few seconds. She forced herself to take a deep breath and she swallowed hard before turning to face Clark once more. Her eyes told him she was not amused. "Let's go upstairs." Without waiting for him to respond, she headed up the staircase.
Shaking his head, though more from his troubled thoughts, Clark slowly followed Chloe to the upstairs apartment. Once inside, he prepared to be verbally berated, though he asked, "What is it with you and this guy, Chloe?"
"I don't know, Clark," she said honestly, turning to look at him, a frown on her face.
His eyes narrowed. "What do you mean... you don't know?" She was pregnant with this guy's child and she didn't know? he fumed inside. Who was this woman standing across from him, anyway?
Her own eyes narrowed at his disapproving look. "I mean I don't know. The night we met..." She looked up at the ceiling, trying to find the right words. "It was like there was some kind of magnet pulling us together. It was intense and uncontrollable. I don't know how else to explain it."
Clark's lips twisted into a wry smile. "Aren't all one-night stands supposed to be like that?"
Her face paled at his words. "What the hell is your problem, Clark? What are you, jealous?"
He snorted in surprise. "Jealous? Hell no, I'm not jealous. I just don't understand why you, of all people, would do something so... irresponsible."
Hurt flickered over her features. "Yeah. And you're so perfect you've never done anything irresponsible in your entire life, right, Clark?"
His green eyes darkened considerably. "Oh this is really not about me, Chloe," he retorted hotly, his ire building. "I don't know who you are anymore. Meeting strange men, sleeping with them... letting this guy act like he now owns you." He shook his head and sighed. "Between you and Lana, I'm... well, I'm lost."
Her jaw tensed. "You can't even begin to compare Lana hooking up with Lex to me and Sam," she said hotly. "For one, Sam isn't an evil bastard who experiments on people for fun. And second of all, I think you're just bitter that I've finally moved on and I'm not playing backup in the little romantic tragedy between the two of you anymore!"
Clark blinked, surprised and not a little angry over Chloe's tirade. "You know what? Fine. You're still pissed over what happened a month ago." He started for the door. "Guess this friendship's over."
Tears stung her eyes. "Not everything is always about you, Clark," she whispered. "I care about Sam."
"And he obviously cares about you," he muttered, grasping the doorknob.
"I don't wanna lose you as a friend." Her voice was strained.
"Might be too late for that," Clark replied, his voice soft with defeat as he pulled the door open. Without waiting for a response, he left, clicking the door shut behind him.
She stared at the shut door, tears blurring her vision. She slowly sat down on her cousin's sofa, burying her face in her hands.