SPN/SV Fic: Sweet Surrender (4/6)
Sweet Surrender (4/?) -- Dean/Chloe, SPN/SV crossover
Title: Sweet Surrender
Authors: clarksmuse and xtremeroswellia
Fandoms: Supernatural/Smallville
Characters: Dean, Chloe, Sam, Clark, Lex, Dean/Chloe pairing
Rating: R to NC-17
Spoilers: General spoilers for the latter half of both SV and SPN
Disclaimer: Still don’t own any of these characters. Please don’t sue.
Feedback: is love and totally needed. It’s our crack that keeps us writing.
Sam handed his brother a cup of coffee and slowly sat down beside him in the waiting room outside the ICU. He let out a long breath. "How ya doing?" He glanced at him sideways before sipping his own drink.
"Fine," he grunted, taking a long dreg of his coffee. He made a face. "What's this made out of, battery acid?"
He rolled his eyes a little. "Well, it is from a hospital cafeteria."
He took another sip and grimaced. "These people are trying to kill us, I swear," he grumbled, looking at Sam. "How is she?" He bit back a stab of pain in his side, an obvious reminder that he had most likely died... and that the girl lying in a hospital bed had saved him somehow. He didn't know what to make of that.
"I don't know. They won't tell me anything." He let out a breath and looked around.
"Why? Because we're not family or something?" Dean stood up, groaning as he felt a bolt of pain shoot through his body. "We have to make sure she's okay and not... you know." He gave Sam a look when his brother stood up.
"Yeah, I get it, Dean." He rose to his feet, as well, more than a little weirded out by the whole situation. His brother had been shot, near death and now he was almost in perfect condition while the blonde girl they'd been protecting lay somewhere in the hospital.
Looking down at his body, Dean noticed the bloodstain on his shirt and closed up his jacket. "Dude, I need to change," he whispered, glancing around for scrubs, anything to steal. "Then we need to find Chloe, okay?"
"I saw a closet down the hall to the right. Probably some scrubs or something in there," Sam informed him. "I'll see what I can find out."
"No," he grunted softly, "wait for me, Sammy. I don't want to get shot again." The joke fell short of funny, especially when Sam shot him a glare that nearly shut him up.
"Hurry up." His voice was short and he turned away, feeling uneasy.
"Hello, recently shot here," he grumbled, ducking behind the door Sam had pointed to and snatching a clean white t-shirt and putting it on. He tossed his bloodied shirt into the biohazard bin and wondered for a moment just how Chloe had saved him. Was the bullet still in him? he wondered while making his way back to Sam.
Sam drew in a breath. "Lead the way."
"Gee, thanks," he muttered, heading for the nearest nurse's station. He flashed the young nurse behind the counter his best smile. "Chloe Sullivan, please," he said as pleasantly as possible.
Like most women, the pretty red-headed nurse was unable to resist that particular smile. She smiled back at him and immediately typed something into her computer. "Oh, I'm sorry. She's not here."
His smile faded just a little. "What? How... She was just admitted." He glanced at Sam, who looked just as concerned.
She frowned a little. "Apparently Lex Luthor had her transferred."
Dean's eyes glittered dangerously and narrowed. "What do you mean... transferred?" he growled slowly. The nurse seemed a little shocked by his tone of voice and he cleared his throat. "It's just that... she's my cousin, and I don't know why a total stranger would do that."
"Oh, Mr. Luthor's not a stranger to anyone in this town. He practically owns it."
"Great," Sam said under his breath, looking at his older brother uneasily.
Dean glanced at Sam before turning back to the nurse. "How long ago did he transfer her? Where did they go?"
"It doesn't say. Apparently they left about twenty minutes ago." She shrugged and looked up at him.
He flashed a quick, devastating smile. "Thanks, gorgeous," he whispered, then turned to Sam. "Let's go."
Sam nodded quickly toward the nurse and followed him toward the exit. "Where would he take her? Why would he take her?"
"I don't know," Dean snapped in irritation. "I don't know, okay? But we have to find her." He strode out the front door and looked around for the Impala.
He watched his brother's nearly frantic pace to the car, his eyebrows furrowing. "You like this girl."
Yanking the keys from Sam's hand, Dean unlocked the driver's side door and snorted. "Don't know what you're talking about," he retorted.
Sam stared at him for a moment before climbing into the car. "The hell you don't."
He started the car and nearly squealed the tires getting out of the parking lot. All he could think about was locating Chloe, getting her out of that monster's grasp, and taking care of the meteor freak dude... before they left town. "What, because I wanna make sure she's okay because she saved my sorry ass, that makes me like her?" He gave Sam an irritated glare.
"That and the fact the two of you were going at it like bunnies earlier," he responded wryly.
He made a face. "Oh my God, Sammy! Don't tell me..." He shuddered at the thought of his brother next door, listening.
Sam made a face. "I had to turn the volume up on the television to drown you out."
Dean fought the memory of Chloe's voice, like silk, breathing against him and kept a straight face. "Not my fault she likes to scream. Besides, that doesn't mean I like her, Sam."
"Dude, I know you better than that. This is like Cassie all over again. Except you just met this girl."
Dean winced at his brother's implications and knew them to be true, though he'd never tell Sam that. He didn't know why this blonde haired beauty had gotten under his skin. Or why she seemed to accept his hunter's way of life without questioning it, for that matter. In that, she was nothing like Cassie. Chloe Sullivan was so much more. "What of it, Sam?" he whispered against the wind. "We're leaving once the job's over."
He was silent for a moment, taking that in and picking up the slight hint of bitterness in his brother's tone. He glanced at Dean sideways, wondering what was going on in his mind. "I think she likes you too."
He grunted in response, turning onto the road that led to the Luthor mansion. "Sure she does," he replied.
Deciding to drop it for now, Sam focused on the task at hand: finding Chloe. "What's the plan?"
He gripped the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white. "Kill that son of a bitch," he growled, pressing on the gas.
"I don't understand. Why would he take her? He had the chance before, when we were here earlier. What could he possibly want with her?"
"I have no idea, Sam," Dean sighed in frustration, "unless... Wait, was Chloe conscious when you brought us to the hospital?"
"She was until she healed you," he admitted quietly.
Dean wanted to hit something. His body felt tight with anger, his side splitting from the wound that was still healing. "Dammit," he whispered under his breath. He glanced at Sam. "You think that's her... power? Healing people then going all Obi-Wan on them?"
"Must be," he whispered.
"Then how in the hell are we going to get her out of a trance-like state?" he demanded, turning into the long drive towards the Luthor mansion. "And... is she inside me or something?" The thought made his eyes pool with shock.
Sam stared at Dean wide-eyed. "You mean like--"
He shuddered. "Sam, don't even say that!" He parked the car in a grove of densely packed trees, far enough from the mansion that no one would fine it. "Come on, let's break in and see if we can find her." Without waiting for his brother, Dean got out of the car and walked back to the trunk.
He followed his brother quickly, removing a gun from the trunk and sticking it in the back of his jeans, looking around to see what the security was like. "We're gonna find her." I hope, he added silently.
"Damn right we are," Dean growled, leaving no room for any arguments. He scanned the front of the mansion and found a small door just on the corner of the house. It looked like it led to the basement, and better yet, appeared unguarded. "There," he whispered, pointing. "That's our entrance."
Nodding, Sam slipped quickly over the fence after Dean, following him to the door while looking around for hidden cameras or trip wires.
Tucking his gun into his jacket, Dean pulled out his lock pick, quickly unlocking the door and turning the knob quietly. Darkness lay on the other side, but Dean grabbed his gun out and stepped inside, prepared for the worst.
Once inside, however, he found nothing more than a long, empty corridor.
&&&&&
Chloe woke up slowly, feeling weak and drained like she'd been hit by a truck and left on the road for dead. The room she found herself in was not the room she'd been expecting to see. She was in a hospital bed, but she was definitely not in a hospital. Hospital rooms had windows, and were bustling with activity. They weren't dark, and she generally wasn't tied down. More than that, Lex Luthor wasn't generally in the room. All the air left her lungs. She struggled involuntarily against the restraints binding her hands. "Where the hell am I?" she whispered, her heart pounding.
Lex smiled pleasantly. "Welcome back, Chloe," he said in hushed tones, as if trying to soothe her. "You're going to be just fine."
Fine wasn't a word she particularly believed in, especially not lately. "What am I doing here?"
"Being saved, apparently." His smile turned sardonic. "What's the last thing you remember?"
She stared at him for a moment, trying to think back. "I don't--I don't know." She jerked against the restraints again.
"If you stopped struggling and thought about it, you might remember." Lex was losing his patience with her. It was bad enough those guys she was with had taken her to a public hospital, where people would start asking questions about where she had disappeared to... but now that he knew those two goofballs were looking for her, he had to be careful.
Chloe was silent for a few seconds. "There was gunfire. Your work, no doubt."
He smirked but said nothing.
"Why are you doing this? What do you want, Lex?" she demanded.
He put his hand in his pockets and looked at her. "I don't know what you mean, Chloe," Lex replied in a condescending voice. "I just saved your life. What more could I possibly want?"
"You're a Luthor," she responded tensely. "You always have another motive."
A small scoff escaped his lips. "Oh ye of little faith," he replied softly, leaning down to her ear. "What do you think I want from you?"
She flinched, trying to move away. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe to make me your lab rat again?" she asked harshly.
"No, Chloe," Lex replied honestly. "I needed you the first time because I wanted to see what your power was."
"I don't have any powers!"
He crossed his arms. "Yes, you do. You just saved that guy you were with. I know... I watched it happen."
"What the hell are you talking about?" All the color drained from her face as she recalled Dean lying pale and still in the backseat of the Impala, blood everywhere.
Lex chuckled. "There was a bright light, and voila, he was cured. Healthy." He leaned close to her once again. "And you, my dear Ms. Sullivan, looked as dead as a doornail."
Chloe stared at him as the implications of that sunk in. She'd somehow healed Dean. At least he was all right. She swallowed hard, falling silent, her heart thundering in her chest as she wondered what Lex intended to do with her now.
"You've done well," Lex continued, ignoring the shock on her face. "You'll make an excellent addition to my lab."
Dean cocked his gun and pointed it at Lex's head. "I don't fucking think so," he stated as evenly as possible.
Sam's own gun was held level at Lex's head, his eyes filled with anger. "This is what you do? Experiment on people?"
Chloe jerked her head toward the door, wanting to weep with relief. She didn't know how they'd managed to find her, much less break in, but somehow they had.
Lex glanced at the taller of the two men, his eyes angry for only a split second. "I didn't experiment on Chloe," he said, looking non-plussed at the gun to his head. "I just saved her life."
Dean cocked the gun. "How nice," he replied calmly, "so let her go."
"No."
Sam moved around Lex, toward the bed and quickly pulled a knife from his pocket, slicing through the restraints that held her in place. "You all right?" he asked, keeping a weary eye on Lex, who was looking very displeased.
"I think so," she whispered, slowly sitting up, her head spinning.
"Be careful with her," Dean said softly, his stony face not betraying the rage boiling in his veins. His aim remained steady on Lex, who took a step towards Sam and Chloe. "Not a good idea, Luthor," he growled.
Lex smirked arrogantly. "You think a gun's going to stop me?"
"No, but maybe being beaten within an inch of your life might." Dean took a step inside the room and glanced at Sam.
Sam carefully lifted Chloe into his arms. "I'd listen to him if I were you," he warned Lex.
Lex's gaze shifted from the man with the gun to regard the tall, lanky one carrying Chloe. "Oh really?" he drawled slowly. "Think you can take care of her, when she goes into another one of her comas?"
Looking back to Lex, Dean said, "Sam, get her out of here."
Sam glared at Lex, shifting Chloe in his arms as he headed for the door. "Dean. Find out how he brought her back," he whispered.
Dean nodded and saw his brother leave with the blonde headed woman out of the room. Taking another step towards the bald billionaire, he said, "So, how'd you do it, Lex? Was it luck or some wacky, fun filled concoction your mad scientists came up with?"
Lex simply smirked. "You mean the cure?"
"What do you mean, the cure?" His eyes clouded with surprise.
"You think she just woke up all on her own?"
"How stupid do you think I am, baldy?" Dean demanded. "I know this is her meteor freak power, and obviously there's something that'll wake her up. Since she didn't die, she needs help becoming conscious. What did you do to make that happen?" His voice grew loud with frustration, his trigger finger growing itchy.
He shrugged a little, looking smug. "I've been studying these rocks for years."
Dean snorted. "Great, a billionaire with an obsession. What're the odds?"
Lex smirked. "About as likely that Chloe will use her powers again to save someone and die next time."
"Shut up, dammit, and tell me what I have to do to keep her safe!" His eyes turned red with fury.
"You can't," he said with a detached tone. "She's a freak. It's only a matter of time before she turns evil or dies."
"Fuck you. She's not evil. It's not possible." Dean briefly thought about his younger brother, of the fear he held about the exact same thing, and promptly stuffed that deep down inside.
"Not now, no. It won't be long before her powers drive her crazy." His voice was confident, knowing.
He lost his cool and wanted to wipe the smug look off Luthor's face. He grabbed Lex by the neck with his free hand and squeezed. "It doesn't matter," he growled, "because you're not gonna get her. I'll take whatever dope you used to wake her up and leave you alive."
Lex choked, and attempted to push him away.
"No." Dean's grip around Lex's neck held firm. "Give me what I want."
He pointed toward a tray beside the bed, where a green serum was in a bottle.
"That's it?" he growled softly, squeezing a little harder. "You better not be lying to me."
Lex fell to the floor when Dean released him from his grip, gasping for breath.
Leaping over the other man's mostly inert body, Dean grabbed the bottle of green liquid and headed for the door, turning slightly to Lex. "Touch her again or try to kill her, and you're dead." With that, he ran out of the room and headed for the exit.
Lex watched him go with narrowed eyes, anger building within him. He was going to make Dean Winchester sorry for ever crossing his path.
Title: Sweet Surrender
Authors: clarksmuse and xtremeroswellia
Fandoms: Supernatural/Smallville
Characters: Dean, Chloe, Sam, Clark, Lex, Dean/Chloe pairing
Rating: R to NC-17
Spoilers: General spoilers for the latter half of both SV and SPN
Disclaimer: Still don’t own any of these characters. Please don’t sue.
Feedback: is love and totally needed. It’s our crack that keeps us writing.
Sam handed his brother a cup of coffee and slowly sat down beside him in the waiting room outside the ICU. He let out a long breath. "How ya doing?" He glanced at him sideways before sipping his own drink.
"Fine," he grunted, taking a long dreg of his coffee. He made a face. "What's this made out of, battery acid?"
He rolled his eyes a little. "Well, it is from a hospital cafeteria."
He took another sip and grimaced. "These people are trying to kill us, I swear," he grumbled, looking at Sam. "How is she?" He bit back a stab of pain in his side, an obvious reminder that he had most likely died... and that the girl lying in a hospital bed had saved him somehow. He didn't know what to make of that.
"I don't know. They won't tell me anything." He let out a breath and looked around.
"Why? Because we're not family or something?" Dean stood up, groaning as he felt a bolt of pain shoot through his body. "We have to make sure she's okay and not... you know." He gave Sam a look when his brother stood up.
"Yeah, I get it, Dean." He rose to his feet, as well, more than a little weirded out by the whole situation. His brother had been shot, near death and now he was almost in perfect condition while the blonde girl they'd been protecting lay somewhere in the hospital.
Looking down at his body, Dean noticed the bloodstain on his shirt and closed up his jacket. "Dude, I need to change," he whispered, glancing around for scrubs, anything to steal. "Then we need to find Chloe, okay?"
"I saw a closet down the hall to the right. Probably some scrubs or something in there," Sam informed him. "I'll see what I can find out."
"No," he grunted softly, "wait for me, Sammy. I don't want to get shot again." The joke fell short of funny, especially when Sam shot him a glare that nearly shut him up.
"Hurry up." His voice was short and he turned away, feeling uneasy.
"Hello, recently shot here," he grumbled, ducking behind the door Sam had pointed to and snatching a clean white t-shirt and putting it on. He tossed his bloodied shirt into the biohazard bin and wondered for a moment just how Chloe had saved him. Was the bullet still in him? he wondered while making his way back to Sam.
Sam drew in a breath. "Lead the way."
"Gee, thanks," he muttered, heading for the nearest nurse's station. He flashed the young nurse behind the counter his best smile. "Chloe Sullivan, please," he said as pleasantly as possible.
Like most women, the pretty red-headed nurse was unable to resist that particular smile. She smiled back at him and immediately typed something into her computer. "Oh, I'm sorry. She's not here."
His smile faded just a little. "What? How... She was just admitted." He glanced at Sam, who looked just as concerned.
She frowned a little. "Apparently Lex Luthor had her transferred."
Dean's eyes glittered dangerously and narrowed. "What do you mean... transferred?" he growled slowly. The nurse seemed a little shocked by his tone of voice and he cleared his throat. "It's just that... she's my cousin, and I don't know why a total stranger would do that."
"Oh, Mr. Luthor's not a stranger to anyone in this town. He practically owns it."
"Great," Sam said under his breath, looking at his older brother uneasily.
Dean glanced at Sam before turning back to the nurse. "How long ago did he transfer her? Where did they go?"
"It doesn't say. Apparently they left about twenty minutes ago." She shrugged and looked up at him.
He flashed a quick, devastating smile. "Thanks, gorgeous," he whispered, then turned to Sam. "Let's go."
Sam nodded quickly toward the nurse and followed him toward the exit. "Where would he take her? Why would he take her?"
"I don't know," Dean snapped in irritation. "I don't know, okay? But we have to find her." He strode out the front door and looked around for the Impala.
He watched his brother's nearly frantic pace to the car, his eyebrows furrowing. "You like this girl."
Yanking the keys from Sam's hand, Dean unlocked the driver's side door and snorted. "Don't know what you're talking about," he retorted.
Sam stared at him for a moment before climbing into the car. "The hell you don't."
He started the car and nearly squealed the tires getting out of the parking lot. All he could think about was locating Chloe, getting her out of that monster's grasp, and taking care of the meteor freak dude... before they left town. "What, because I wanna make sure she's okay because she saved my sorry ass, that makes me like her?" He gave Sam an irritated glare.
"That and the fact the two of you were going at it like bunnies earlier," he responded wryly.
He made a face. "Oh my God, Sammy! Don't tell me..." He shuddered at the thought of his brother next door, listening.
Sam made a face. "I had to turn the volume up on the television to drown you out."
Dean fought the memory of Chloe's voice, like silk, breathing against him and kept a straight face. "Not my fault she likes to scream. Besides, that doesn't mean I like her, Sam."
"Dude, I know you better than that. This is like Cassie all over again. Except you just met this girl."
Dean winced at his brother's implications and knew them to be true, though he'd never tell Sam that. He didn't know why this blonde haired beauty had gotten under his skin. Or why she seemed to accept his hunter's way of life without questioning it, for that matter. In that, she was nothing like Cassie. Chloe Sullivan was so much more. "What of it, Sam?" he whispered against the wind. "We're leaving once the job's over."
He was silent for a moment, taking that in and picking up the slight hint of bitterness in his brother's tone. He glanced at Dean sideways, wondering what was going on in his mind. "I think she likes you too."
He grunted in response, turning onto the road that led to the Luthor mansion. "Sure she does," he replied.
Deciding to drop it for now, Sam focused on the task at hand: finding Chloe. "What's the plan?"
He gripped the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white. "Kill that son of a bitch," he growled, pressing on the gas.
"I don't understand. Why would he take her? He had the chance before, when we were here earlier. What could he possibly want with her?"
"I have no idea, Sam," Dean sighed in frustration, "unless... Wait, was Chloe conscious when you brought us to the hospital?"
"She was until she healed you," he admitted quietly.
Dean wanted to hit something. His body felt tight with anger, his side splitting from the wound that was still healing. "Dammit," he whispered under his breath. He glanced at Sam. "You think that's her... power? Healing people then going all Obi-Wan on them?"
"Must be," he whispered.
"Then how in the hell are we going to get her out of a trance-like state?" he demanded, turning into the long drive towards the Luthor mansion. "And... is she inside me or something?" The thought made his eyes pool with shock.
Sam stared at Dean wide-eyed. "You mean like--"
He shuddered. "Sam, don't even say that!" He parked the car in a grove of densely packed trees, far enough from the mansion that no one would fine it. "Come on, let's break in and see if we can find her." Without waiting for his brother, Dean got out of the car and walked back to the trunk.
He followed his brother quickly, removing a gun from the trunk and sticking it in the back of his jeans, looking around to see what the security was like. "We're gonna find her." I hope, he added silently.
"Damn right we are," Dean growled, leaving no room for any arguments. He scanned the front of the mansion and found a small door just on the corner of the house. It looked like it led to the basement, and better yet, appeared unguarded. "There," he whispered, pointing. "That's our entrance."
Nodding, Sam slipped quickly over the fence after Dean, following him to the door while looking around for hidden cameras or trip wires.
Tucking his gun into his jacket, Dean pulled out his lock pick, quickly unlocking the door and turning the knob quietly. Darkness lay on the other side, but Dean grabbed his gun out and stepped inside, prepared for the worst.
Once inside, however, he found nothing more than a long, empty corridor.
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Chloe woke up slowly, feeling weak and drained like she'd been hit by a truck and left on the road for dead. The room she found herself in was not the room she'd been expecting to see. She was in a hospital bed, but she was definitely not in a hospital. Hospital rooms had windows, and were bustling with activity. They weren't dark, and she generally wasn't tied down. More than that, Lex Luthor wasn't generally in the room. All the air left her lungs. She struggled involuntarily against the restraints binding her hands. "Where the hell am I?" she whispered, her heart pounding.
Lex smiled pleasantly. "Welcome back, Chloe," he said in hushed tones, as if trying to soothe her. "You're going to be just fine."
Fine wasn't a word she particularly believed in, especially not lately. "What am I doing here?"
"Being saved, apparently." His smile turned sardonic. "What's the last thing you remember?"
She stared at him for a moment, trying to think back. "I don't--I don't know." She jerked against the restraints again.
"If you stopped struggling and thought about it, you might remember." Lex was losing his patience with her. It was bad enough those guys she was with had taken her to a public hospital, where people would start asking questions about where she had disappeared to... but now that he knew those two goofballs were looking for her, he had to be careful.
Chloe was silent for a few seconds. "There was gunfire. Your work, no doubt."
He smirked but said nothing.
"Why are you doing this? What do you want, Lex?" she demanded.
He put his hand in his pockets and looked at her. "I don't know what you mean, Chloe," Lex replied in a condescending voice. "I just saved your life. What more could I possibly want?"
"You're a Luthor," she responded tensely. "You always have another motive."
A small scoff escaped his lips. "Oh ye of little faith," he replied softly, leaning down to her ear. "What do you think I want from you?"
She flinched, trying to move away. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe to make me your lab rat again?" she asked harshly.
"No, Chloe," Lex replied honestly. "I needed you the first time because I wanted to see what your power was."
"I don't have any powers!"
He crossed his arms. "Yes, you do. You just saved that guy you were with. I know... I watched it happen."
"What the hell are you talking about?" All the color drained from her face as she recalled Dean lying pale and still in the backseat of the Impala, blood everywhere.
Lex chuckled. "There was a bright light, and voila, he was cured. Healthy." He leaned close to her once again. "And you, my dear Ms. Sullivan, looked as dead as a doornail."
Chloe stared at him as the implications of that sunk in. She'd somehow healed Dean. At least he was all right. She swallowed hard, falling silent, her heart thundering in her chest as she wondered what Lex intended to do with her now.
"You've done well," Lex continued, ignoring the shock on her face. "You'll make an excellent addition to my lab."
Dean cocked his gun and pointed it at Lex's head. "I don't fucking think so," he stated as evenly as possible.
Sam's own gun was held level at Lex's head, his eyes filled with anger. "This is what you do? Experiment on people?"
Chloe jerked her head toward the door, wanting to weep with relief. She didn't know how they'd managed to find her, much less break in, but somehow they had.
Lex glanced at the taller of the two men, his eyes angry for only a split second. "I didn't experiment on Chloe," he said, looking non-plussed at the gun to his head. "I just saved her life."
Dean cocked the gun. "How nice," he replied calmly, "so let her go."
"No."
Sam moved around Lex, toward the bed and quickly pulled a knife from his pocket, slicing through the restraints that held her in place. "You all right?" he asked, keeping a weary eye on Lex, who was looking very displeased.
"I think so," she whispered, slowly sitting up, her head spinning.
"Be careful with her," Dean said softly, his stony face not betraying the rage boiling in his veins. His aim remained steady on Lex, who took a step towards Sam and Chloe. "Not a good idea, Luthor," he growled.
Lex smirked arrogantly. "You think a gun's going to stop me?"
"No, but maybe being beaten within an inch of your life might." Dean took a step inside the room and glanced at Sam.
Sam carefully lifted Chloe into his arms. "I'd listen to him if I were you," he warned Lex.
Lex's gaze shifted from the man with the gun to regard the tall, lanky one carrying Chloe. "Oh really?" he drawled slowly. "Think you can take care of her, when she goes into another one of her comas?"
Looking back to Lex, Dean said, "Sam, get her out of here."
Sam glared at Lex, shifting Chloe in his arms as he headed for the door. "Dean. Find out how he brought her back," he whispered.
Dean nodded and saw his brother leave with the blonde headed woman out of the room. Taking another step towards the bald billionaire, he said, "So, how'd you do it, Lex? Was it luck or some wacky, fun filled concoction your mad scientists came up with?"
Lex simply smirked. "You mean the cure?"
"What do you mean, the cure?" His eyes clouded with surprise.
"You think she just woke up all on her own?"
"How stupid do you think I am, baldy?" Dean demanded. "I know this is her meteor freak power, and obviously there's something that'll wake her up. Since she didn't die, she needs help becoming conscious. What did you do to make that happen?" His voice grew loud with frustration, his trigger finger growing itchy.
He shrugged a little, looking smug. "I've been studying these rocks for years."
Dean snorted. "Great, a billionaire with an obsession. What're the odds?"
Lex smirked. "About as likely that Chloe will use her powers again to save someone and die next time."
"Shut up, dammit, and tell me what I have to do to keep her safe!" His eyes turned red with fury.
"You can't," he said with a detached tone. "She's a freak. It's only a matter of time before she turns evil or dies."
"Fuck you. She's not evil. It's not possible." Dean briefly thought about his younger brother, of the fear he held about the exact same thing, and promptly stuffed that deep down inside.
"Not now, no. It won't be long before her powers drive her crazy." His voice was confident, knowing.
He lost his cool and wanted to wipe the smug look off Luthor's face. He grabbed Lex by the neck with his free hand and squeezed. "It doesn't matter," he growled, "because you're not gonna get her. I'll take whatever dope you used to wake her up and leave you alive."
Lex choked, and attempted to push him away.
"No." Dean's grip around Lex's neck held firm. "Give me what I want."
He pointed toward a tray beside the bed, where a green serum was in a bottle.
"That's it?" he growled softly, squeezing a little harder. "You better not be lying to me."
Lex fell to the floor when Dean released him from his grip, gasping for breath.
Leaping over the other man's mostly inert body, Dean grabbed the bottle of green liquid and headed for the door, turning slightly to Lex. "Touch her again or try to kill her, and you're dead." With that, he ran out of the room and headed for the exit.
Lex watched him go with narrowed eyes, anger building within him. He was going to make Dean Winchester sorry for ever crossing his path.