Visiting Smallville: 3/21
Hothead
The lights lit up the rain as it fell onto the tarmac and astro-turf.
Sam’s hair lay, flattened on his forehead as he watched the high-school football game with mild interest. Gabe Sullivan, who was next to Sam, followed the ball with his eyes. Sam’s brother, to his other side, was watching the cheerleaders.
Chloe, her usually styled hair lying against her cheeks, was next to Dean, her hands sheltering her camera from the rain. She followed the game, joining in the cries of “Go Crows!” from their side of the stadium, as the Quarterback scored a touchdown, putting the score to 20-24.
“That Whitney Fordman’s something.” Gabe chuckled. “He’ll go far.”
Sam nodded, having no idea who Whitney was.
Dean finally removed his stare from the cheerleaders as the Smallville team’s play failed.
While most of the spectators groaned in disappointment, Chloe watched as the coach stomped onto the field and pulled Whitney aside.
The Quarterback seemed to be protesting until the coach grabbed his helmet, pulling him harshly down. Chloe raised the camera, zooming in and taking a photo.
As she buried the camera in her bag, the game resumed for the final few minutes. Whitney chucked the ball down the field. The whole stadium held their breath as the player ran down the field, scoring a touchdown and putting the score up to 26-24 as the time ran out.
The Smallville side erupted in cheers, Chloe already getting up to leave. She led her father and the Winchesters out the school to the car park.
“Found a new case yet?” she joked, as Dean unlocked the Impala.
“No, sorry.” It was Sam had who had replied, standing close to Chloe.
“You’ve been here for a month.”
Gabe looked up from his rearseat. “That’s a good point Chloe.” he said, turning to face the brothers. “Chloe will show you around Smallville. After all, you’ve been here a month and there’s no sign of any supernatural activity anywhere. It looks like you’re staying so it’d be good to at least know where the coffee shop is.”
Chloe grinned at Sam, pushing him into the front seat of the car.
“Alright.” she agreed, closing the door. Sam rolled the window down. “now, I’ve got an article to write. See you later.”
Dean rolled his eyes but started the engine as Chloe turned back into the school.
*
The next morning, Gabe gave Dean the job of waking Chloe up.
“After a night at the torch, she often takes hours to get to sleep.” he had said. “Caffeine, you know.”
Dean had nodded and gone up the stairs, knocking on Chloe’s door, only to be grumbled at. Annoyed, he slowly pushed the door open but Chloe was sitting up and smiling.
“Get out!” she said. “I need to get dressed.”
Dean closed the door, returning back down the stairs, seeing the school bus arrive at the Sullivan household.
Gabe sighed in exasperation as the bus left as Chloe came down the stairs. She cursed quietly before turning to the brothers.
“Will you take me to school?” she asked, and Sam nodded. “Dad has work in the other direction.”
Gabe smiled. “Have fun at school.”
He left the house and drove away. Dean grabbed his keys, indicating that Chloe should hurry up. He and Sam sat in the front and Chloe sat in the back.
Dean inserted ‘Iron Maiden’ into the tape player and it blasted through the car as they navigated the streets of Smallville. They pulled up in front of the school, the loud music catching the attention of everyone. Chloe got out, grinning when Pete came over.
“Good music.” he said to Dean, who was unable to hear him so he paused the music and rolled down the window. Pete turned to Chloe. “Morning.”
“Morning.” she chirped.
“Have you heard?” Pete sounded amused, oblivious to the fact that Sam and Dean were listening. “About the cheating jocks.”
Chloe’s eyes widened comically and she leant against the Impala. “How come I don’t know about it?”
Pete ignored her. “They cheated on the maths midterm and Kwan’s suspending them from the team.”
She giggled as Clark Kent joined them. Dean frowned at the group of them leaning on his car. Clark was holding the day’s edition of the Torch. he was about to hand it to her when her phone vibrated. She picked it up, reading the text, frowning and putting it back in her pocket, looking back at Clark expectantly.
Clark unfolded the Torch and read the headline aloud. “Football: Sports of Abuse?” Dean chuckled and Chloe grinned widely. “You seriously need to decrease your cappuccino dependency.”
Pete snatched the article from Clark, quickly reading it and frowning.
“You’re being too hard on Coach Walt.” his eyes flicked to the picture of the coach and Whitney. “He coached my dad. It’s going to be his 200th game next Friday.”
“So?” asked Chloe.
“He used to come over for the superbowl.”
“Now, while that is a touching thought, you don’t get points for subtlety in journalism.” She withdrew her phone from her pocket, holding it up happily. “I’m already getting hate mail.””
Sam leaned over to the open window, grinning. “And that makes you happy?”
She jumped, turning back to the car when she realised they were still there. Clark grinned weakly at them in greeting.
“It means I’m hitting a nerve.” she explained. “And judging by the poor sentence structure and obscenities…”
She shot a look at the jocks and Pete laughed. “Don’t think my teammates read the torch.”
Chloe sighed, looking at the brothers and waving to them. They pulled away from the school as Chloe approached the entrance.
Once there, Chloe stopped when she saw Lana and Whitney arguing. Exchanging glances with Pete, they watched as Lana strode angrily away. While Clark watched her leave, Whitney sat down, running his hands through his hair.
“That’s not something you see every day.” she laughed. “A pom-pom meltdown.” As she spoke, several jocks walked slowly over to Whitney, Coach Walt joining them. She pulled her camera out, grinning even wider. “I need a picture of the cheating jockstraps.”
The camera clicked and one jock looked up from the huddle. He spotted Chloe and frowned, pointing her out to the coach. The coach grimaced, muttered an order and the jock shot the football towards Chloe’s face.
It all happened very fast. The ball came closer and closer to her face but, inches away from her nose, Clark’s hand shot out, grabbing the ball. The camera shook in Chloe’s hands.
“Nice Catch.”
Clark grinned at Pete’s praise, bringing the ball closer to his chest, oblivious to Coach’s appraising look.
“One of your teammates tries to assassinate me,” Chloe said, angry. “And all you can say is nice catch!”
She made to turn round but Pete grabbed her arm. “I thought you wanted to hit a nerve.”
She frowned, stomping into the school as Clark threw the ball back to the jocks.
*
Having been unable to lose Pete and Clark, Chloe and the boys stopped near a vending machine, Pete still attempting to apologise.
She ignored him, watching closely as Coach Walt strode up the corridor and stopped next to them.
“Kent.” he said, sizing Clark up in a quick glance,. “I saw your arm. You’ve got a lousy technique but you’re powerful.”
He shot an angry look at Chloe and she smiled innocently as Clark realised what the coach was implying.
“Sorry.” Clark said. “I can’t. I’m needed on the farm.”
The coach rolled his eyes and stared at Clark more intently. “You’re needed on the team.”
“My dad’s stubborn.”
“Your dad was once on the team. He had a god-given talent.” The Coach looked at Clark. “It’s in your genes.”
“Actually, I’m adopted.”
Chloe couldn’t help laughing, ignoring the Coach’s murderous glares.
“It’s your chance to be part of something special.” the Coach growled. “Suit up.” Clark shook his head. “Look at Ross here; he has no talent but a truckload of heart.”
If the Coach had meant to encourage Clark, it hadn’t worked. Clark looked annoyed at his friends expense, and Chloe was laughing harder.
“I’ll think about it.”
The Coach groaned in frustration and looked round the corridor, spotting Whitney by his locker and calling him over. He came over, his arm slung around Lana, who was dressed in her cheerleading uniform and smiling at Clark.
“How d’you think Clark would do on the team?”
Clark sighed quietly, staring at Lana as Whitney sized him up.
“Alright.” Whitney answered.
Coach Walt noticed Clark’s stare, which was still directed at Lana. Chloe saw him smile maliciously. “He seems afraid.”
Lana looked at Clark in shock, before smiling at him and starting to speak. “That’s not the reason, is it Clark?”
“My dad…” Clark protested weakly.
The Coach took in a deep breath, stepping in front of Lana to block her from Clark’s view. “Kent.” He said harshly. “It’s time for you to step out of your father’s shadow and be your own man.”
Chloe watched as Clark finally fell for it, his eyes still locked where Lana’s eyes should be. “Alright. I’ll do it.”
“See you at practice.” Whitney said, smiling at Clark before leaving with the coach, Lana held tightly against him.
Pete finally grinned. “What did your dad say when you asked to be on the team?” he teased.
“No.” Clark said slowly, looking up.
“I thought so.”
Pete laughed and Chloe stepped into the middle of the two boys, joining the laughter.
However, Chloe still found herself at the stadium at three, waving goodbye to Clark as he left, excited for practice.
*
The next evening, Gabe remembered that Chloe had promised to show Dean and Sam around and then reminded the brothers. This meant that when Chloe returned home, they were waiting expectantly in the living room.
“Dad, did you hear?”
That was how Chloe greeted them, slumping into a spare armchair.
“Principal Kwan’s car exploded yesterday.” she explained. “He was inside it.”
“Is he alright?” Sam spoke up, shocked.
“Yeah, he will be. Clark saved him.”
“Of course.” Dean said, exasperated and Chloe grinned.
“He stuffed his hands in his jacket to pull him out.” she smiled wider. “Kwan will be in hospital over the weekend but, because of Clark, he only suffered minor burns and smoke inhalation.
“Do you know what caused it?” Sam asked, hoping for a supernatural case.
“Pete and Clark were there and they said the fire started inside the car.” she frowned. “Pete went to call 911 but when he got back, Clark had saved Kwan and the car had exploded.” She looked down at her watch, standing back up. “I’m meeting them to discuss it further at the coffee shop.”
Gabe smiled. “Perfect.” he said. “I was going to ask you to take Sam and Dean there anyway.”
Chloe sighed, but nodded, telling them to leave immediately. Dean sat in the driver’s seat and Chloe joined him in the front, Sam sitting behind her.
They drove through Smallville, Chloe directing them, to the busy coffee shop.
Clark and Pete were waiting for her, and frowned when they saw she had brought the brothers. She shrugged apologetically, immediately launching into conversation, clearly having been desperate to say something since she had heard about the Principal.
“It doesn’t make any sense.” she said quietly, the four males listening carefully. “Cars don’t spontaneously combust.”
Sam and Dean nodded, and then she suddenly grinned widely. “I’ve already got my headline.” her voice was louder. “Jockstrap saves Principal from burning car.”
Pete frowned while Clark and the brothers laughed. “Lay off the jockstrap thing.”
Clark laughed harder, and Chloe turned to look at him. “I still can’t believe Clark Kent’s been blinded by the Friday Night light’s!”
She grinned at Clark before linking her arm with his as they pushed into the brightly lit café. Dean and Sam watched as she interacted with the two boys.
“I joined a football team, not a cult.” Clark protested, chuckling.
The Winchesters pushed past the three freshmen to find a large table. Chloe didn’t notice them go ahead and she continued to talk to the boys.
“Next thing you know, I’ll be joining the pom-pom parade.”
They all started to chortle until Lana’s voice cut through the laughter. “I hear there’s a spot open.”
This cut the laughter short. Chloe turned to look at the girl, who was dressed in an apron and holding a circular tray.
“Lana!” Clark gasped, looking into her eyes as he often did when he was near her. “What are you doing here?”
“Taking your order, I hope.”
Chloe gaped at her, staring at the apron closely. “What is this?” she questioned. “Some sort of cheerleading charity waitressing just for night sort of thing?”
Lana giggled at Chloe’s questioning, moving towards the brothers table as she cleared some mugs away. “Sort of, except for the cheerleading and charity bit.”
Chloe gasped and Clark’s eyes widened. “You’re a waitress for real.”
Lana laughed and Clark blushed. “I even have the nametag to prove it.”
“This your first day?” Pete asked.
“Ever.”
Pete and Chloe stood there awkwardly as Clark peered at Lana.
“Where’s your necklace?” he asked.
“Strict dress code.” Lana giggled. “No jewellery or open toed shoes.”
“Very waitress like.”
Lana turned back, looking, irritated, at the coffee machine. “If only I could tell the difference between a half-caf decaf and a non-fat latte.”
Chloe chuckled. “One regular coffee then.” she ordered.
“Times 5.” Pete added, before leading Chloe over to the brothers. Clark stayed back, talking to Lana.
Chloe sat opposite Sam and shook her head in disbelief. “Clark Kent is a football player and Lana Lang is a waitress.”
Sam looked at her in confusion as Pete asked the question Sam had wanted ask. “What’s wrong with that?”
Chloe laughed, lowering her voice so Clark and Lana wouldn’t hear. Dean and Sam leant closer. “Nothing.” she answered, innocently. “I just want to click my heels and get back to reality.”
They laughed again. But Chloe’s interest was diverted when a jock entered, walking past Clark to sit with six of the cheaters. He whispered to them and they stood up, slouching over the coffee shop. Sam watched as her eyes flicked between them, figuring something out.
She turned to Pete, catching Sam’s eye as she did so and grinning at him. “What’s up with your fallen brethren?”
Pete shrugged, turning to watch the final jock leave. Chloe stood up, grabbing her bag. Dean and Sam watched, wide-eyed as she pushed past Pete’s chair and stood at the end of the table.
“Sorry I have to leave you but I’m sure you can get home by yourself.” she grinned apologetically at the brother’s protests. “See you later.”
She ran off, knocking into Clark as he finally headed for the table. He looked startled, reaching out to grab her arm. She dodged his hand, before speaking quickly. “Relax. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And then she was outside. She turned towards the school, seeing the jocks ahead, illuminated by streetlights. Chloe followed at a distance, keeping out of sight. Her bag repeatedly hit her leg lightly with each stride, her camera weighing down on her shoulder.
When they arrived at the stadium, Chloe knelt behind a fence, able to hear what the boys were saying.
Coach Walt strode onto the field, yelling for the boys to line up. They acted quickly, standing between sprinklers.
“Congratulations.” the Coach hissed. “I’ve never seen a group of men display such stupidity.”
Chloe’s jaw dropped and she reached for her notepad to write down what he was saying. However, he walked away, just out of Chloe’s hearing range. Groaning, she put it away. When she looked up, Trevor, a junior, was standing forward. The coach had turned on him, and Chloe could see the vicious expression on the older man’s face.
Then he lunged, punching Trevor in the face as the sprinkler’s emitted a burst of flames instead of water. The jocks stood still with fear. As the Coach walked closer to Chloe, she raised her camera.
“Nothing shall stand between me and winning this game!” he yelled. “Understand?!”
Chloe pressed the button, an image of the flaming sprinklers appearing on the digital screen. She took a few more before turning and running from the stadium, eyes wide in shock.
*
The following evening, Gabe sat with the brothers, leafing through that day’s paper in order to find any hunts for the brothers to go on.
They had been doing that all day and Gabe was getting sick of it. With a large sigh, he caught their attention before gathering up the papers. He ignored their protests, instead pulling on his jacket and grabbing his car keys.
“We’re having no luck. Come on; let’s go meet Chloe at the pep rally.”
Sam looked up. “A pep rally?” he grimaced. “I never liked them.”
Dean grinned. “There’ll be cheerleaders, right?” Gabe nodded hesitantly and Dean stood up, grabbing his leather jacket. “Come on, Sammy.”
Sam frowned. “These cheerleaders are in high school, you’re twenty-four.”
Dean discarded that comment, leading Sam through to Gabe’s car.
By the time they reached Smallville High, the bonfire was lit and the cheerleaders were halfway through their routine. Gabe led them through the crowd, clearly having spotted Chloe on the other side.
She grinned at them in greeting, latching herself to Sam’s side as everyone watched the cheerleaders, Clark looking depressed as he realised Lana wasn’t there.
Chloe sniggered as she realised Sam towered over her and he looked down, smiling. Dean watched them, amused, as she reached for Sam’s arm.
Sam froze as she pulled his arm over to her, reading the time from his watch. She dropped his hand, cursing as removed herself from the group and he relaxed.
“I’ve got an interview!” she explained, leaving them to watch the cheerleaders.
She weaved through the crowd, walking down to a small hallway in the stadium. Trevor was there, watching her angrily.
“What did you call me for?” he asked quietly.
“I want to know if Coach Walt’s gave you the answer for the tests.” she said, looking at him seriously.
“If you don’t want to get hurt, just leave this alone.”
Chloe grimaced, reaching to get her camera from her bag. “Look, we can do this now or later.” she threatened. “Either way, this pictures going to be on the front page of tomorrow’s edition.”
She pressed a button, showing the flaming sprinklers to Trevor and he flinched, stepping quickly away from her in fear. “Stay away from me!” he yelled, running from Chloe.
She shook her head, annoyed, but began the walk to the Torch office, camera clutched tightly in her hand.
Meanwhile, Sam was ignoring Dean’s teasing as he continued to mention Sam’s earlier interactions with Chloe. He shrugged Dean aside, turning to ask Clark a question. “So, where’s the Torch office?”
Clark grinned at them, pointing to a large window on the third floor of the school. His grin faded when he saw flames flickering against the window, Chloe pressed against them in terror.
Sam and Dean started, remembering the deaths of Jess and their mother, and hoping it wasn’t the same guy. They watched, shocked, as Chloe turned round, opening the window and leaning out, waving her arms in desperation.
“Clark! Clark!” she yelled, turning back round to face the flames.
The brothers turned to where Clark was, but he had vanished. Cursing, they turned to Pete, demanding that he lead them to the Torch office. Pete nodded, leading them through the school corridors and up stairs to the office.
Clark and Chloe were locked in a tight hug, Chloe sobbing and her jacket on the floor, steaming. There was no fire.
They looked round in shock, as Chloe clung tighter to Clark. He smiled weakly. “Torch torched.” he said. “How’s that for dramatic irony?”
Chloe pulled herself out of his arms, spotting the other three for the first time. “Not funny.” she sounded choked, surveying the remains of the paper. Sam moved quickly to her side, Dean sniggering as he put an arm round her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. “This was more than arson.” she said, and they frowned in confusion. “It’s like the fire knew what I was doing.”
Sam and Dean exchanged a worried look, hoping that it hadn’t been the demon and Clark had just frightened it away. Chloe was staring at Clark, trying to tell him something with her eyes.
“You believe Coach Walt is somehow able to control the fire?” Clark asked, and Pete turned to her, slightly angry.
She held up her hand to silence him. “Look at the facts.” she looked down, embarrassed, unsure if Pete or the brother’s would believe her. “Principal Kwan launches an investigation into the cheating scandal. Coach Walt tries to fry him in his car. And then, one of his players comes forward and he threatens them all with pyrotechnic sprinklers. I go to print that picture and the Torch goes into flames.”
Clark believed her, pulling her away from Sam to look at the Wall of Weird. “And now you think he’s involved with the cheating scandal?”
“Coach obsessed with winning 200th game helps bonehead players pass the test so he can secure his place in the pantheon of high school sports.”
“Do you have another copy of the picture?”
“No. It’s kind of hard to recover the files.”
“We haven’t got any proof.”
Clark seemed resigned but Chloe straightened up. “Trevor Chapel.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m sure he’s the one who talked to Kwan about the cheating. He wants to talk. I know it. But he’s still scared to talk to me. But I think he might open up to you.”
Clark nodded, leaving the office with Pete as Chloe collapsed onto a chair, tears filling her eyes. The brothers watched in concern, Dean scanning the room.
“What’s this?” he asked, looking at the Wall of Weird and she burst into a wobbly smile.
“I call it the Wall of Weird.” she answered, standing up and leading Sam over.
Sam read it with interest, remembering the similar articles they would find plastered over their father’s walls when he was trying to solve cases.
“What’s this? Man gains finger on left hand, loses one on right?” Sam asked.
“This wall shows every strange or mysterious that’s happened since the meteor shower.”
They turned to her, amazed. “No ghosts then?”
“Do you believe me yet?” she asked. “About how the meteors affect people?”
The brothers sighed, walking over to Chloe. “Come on,” Sam said, smiling. “Let’s get you home so the Coach can’t attack you again.”
She smiled at the fact they believed her, allowing them to escort her from the room.
*
The next Friday, Chloe found herself at home searching for a notebook only hours before the big game. Her father watched as she messed up the entire house in her search.
“I can’t not report on the biggest game of the season.” she explained, enlisting Sam in her hunt. “And anyway, what else am I supposed to do at the game? Watch football?”
Dean laughed. “How about watching Clark Kent?”
“He’ll be on the bench.”
Dean grinned, getting up to join in the search. Just when Chloe had had enough, her phone rang and she ran to it, picking it up and mouthing ‘It’s Clark’ to the brothers.
Dean shook his head in amusement, settling back down onto the couch.
“Clark!” Chloe grinned into the phone. “Did you speak with Trevor?” She paused, listening to what Clark had to say before frowning. “I can’t believe it!” She gasped. “Yeah, I’ll see you there.”
She hung up, joining Dean on the sofa. “Clark said that Trevor was surrounded by fire extinguishers and the Coach had burnt his arm. The Coach definitely has some powers.” she smiled, excited. “And he provided the test answers.”
“Where are you seeing Clark?” asked Sam, finding a notebook under a pile of papers in the hall.
She grinned widely, grabbing the notebook from him. “We’re meeting him before the game. I’m not sure if he’s going to play.”
An hour later, they were in the Impala, driving to the game. The streets of Smallville were full of trucks heading towards the school so by the time they found a parking space, Chloe was telling them to hurry up.
They waited in the school corridor for Clark but he never came, so five minutes before the game started, they walked to the stadium. Chloe soon found herself squashed between Dean and Sam, while Dean chuckled at situation.
“Chloe!”
Chloe turned to the voice, smiling when she saw the Kent’s coming to join them. “Hi Mr Kent, hi Mrs Kent.” She waved them over and they sat next to Dean.
“Gabe’s godson, right?” Mrs. Kent asked and Dean nodded. Chloe laughed quietly. Martha turned back to her. “Smallville’s resident cynic have a change of heart?”
“I decided to put my personal politics aside to support my friend.”
“Yes. We’re trying the same philosophy.”
Jonathan was scanning the pitch, before turning to Chloe with a frown. “Where’s Clark?”
“I don’t know.” Chloe looked worried, turning to the brothers. “I was meant to meet him before the game but he didn’t show. I thought he was with you guys.”
Jonathan frowned, getting up and walking onto the pitch. Chloe followed him, grimacing when Pete said he hadn’t seen him. Coach Walt approached them, glaring at Chloe before turning to Jonathan. Jonathan listened to him, clenched his fists and walked back.
“Nobody’s seen him.” he told her.
“I think the Coach is lying.” Chloe said, Sam running up behind her.
“What’s going on here Chloe?” Jonathan asked, leading her off the pitch. “I’ll check the locker room and you check the school.”
Chloe nodded, watching as Jonathan walked away.
“I’ll go with you.” Sam said, waving Dean over as Chloe led them back into the school. “I was never into football.”
They walked through the school, checking everywhere - the Torch, the classrooms - but nothing. Chloe was wringing her hands in worry, especially when a loud crashing sound came from the locker room.
They froze, the brothers pulling guns out from under the jackets.
“Go back to the game, Chloe.” Sam said, quietly. “We’ll handle this.”
“No.” she said, stubborn. “I’m not missing out on something like this.”
“We’ll tell you everything.” Dean said, pushing her in the direction of the pitch.
She frowned, but walked off as they headed to the locker room.
Sam and Dean stopped when they saw the coach fly through a glass window, landing on a wooden bench before falling to the floor. They hid behind some lockers, watching as Clark approached the coach, telling him he needed help.
The Coach stood up, snarling at the young boy. “What I need is to win this game.”
Dean and Sam exchanged incredulous glances at the Coach’s desperation.
“It’s too late for that.” Clark said calmly, coming closer to the coach.
They moved to allow themselves to see what was going on, guns held ready in case it got out of hand. The Coach took two deep breaths, closing his eyes and they watched in horror as flames sprung up around Clark, preventing him from moving any further.
Just as a smug grin spread across the Coach’s face, Clark Kent walked through the fire. Sam almost dropped his gun in shock, eyes wide as the brothers gazed at the freshman.
“How did you do that?” stuttered the Coach, as Clark removed his burning jacket.
“It’s in the genes.” Clark smirked.
The Coach threw a punch at him, but Clark ducked, using one hand to throw the Coach across the room into the showers, oblivious to the spying Winchesters.
“Give it up Coach, you’ve lost.” Clark shouted, and Dean and Sam backed towards the door.
In a burst of flames, the coach screamed in anger. The fire engulfed him and Clark winced as Dean and Sam ran out the locker room, thinking about what Clark could do.
*
“I guess the Friday Night Lights just weren’t for you.” Chloe stated, as Clark grinned weakly. “I mean, I could hear you screaming from here.”
Clark blushed. “Well, we won. And we’re only freshmen. If I want another chance, I’ve got three more years.”
Chloe nodded. “Well, we have to go.” she gestured behind to the brothers who were glaring at Clark. “Hope you had fun being attacked by Walts.”
“Well, he had nothing on me. I’m not even scratched.” The brothers exchanged glances. “I’m not even burnt. I guess he wasn’t that strong in his old age.”
“Not strong enough to beat a farmboy.”
She turned back to the Impala, but the brothers stayed put.
“Do you need a lift home?” they asked. “Your parents have already left.”
“I’ll be fine.” Clark answered quickly.
“It’ll be a lot quicker if we drive you.” Dean said but Clark snorted quietly. “Well?”
“I’m fine.”
Sam raised an eyebrow, suspicious, but the brothers joined Chloe in the car.
“What was that about?” she asked.
“Offering him a lift home.” Dean explained, turning around to look at the boy. But he’d vanished.
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