Sam/Chloe - Missed Opportunities
Fandom: Supernatural/Smallville
Title: Missed Opportunities
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sam Winchester/Chloe Sullvian, Dean Winchester, mentions of Jimmy Olsen/Chloe Sullvian.
tamingthemuse Prompt: #268 ~ Bequest
Content Warning: Spoilers through the end of Season 5 for SPN and Season 8 for Smallville.
Summary: Sam met Chloe when he was trying to save Dean.
Author’s Note: I blame smokeandsong and her Chloe. Even though it’s my fault, because I tagged into it. Sort of related to this. Smashing timelines so that S8 of Smallville took place during S5 of SPN, which means S6 happened during S3.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to the CW. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Sam met Chloe when he was trying to save Dean.
Every hunter knows about the weird happenings in Smallville. The town had been ruled a victim of the natural, not the supernatural, a long time ago, but that doesn’t keep the hunter rumor mill from talking every time they rolled into town. People with abilities, unexplained events-Dean even said that there was a rumor of a long dead witch possessing a coed and wreaking havoc all over town-but it all got chalked up to meteor rocks and biology. It was weird but it wasn’t their kind of weird.
It was about halfway through Dean’s last year, that Sam realized that maybe he was looking in the wrong place. If the supernatural was causing this, maybe he needed a more natural way to end it. That was what brought them to Smallville in the first place. And from Smallville, Sam followed the trail all the way to Chloe Sullivan’s front door.
After all, if you’re a reporter, asking around about the weird going ons in Smallville, everyone tells you there’s only one person you should ask.
Only problem is, she didn’t buy his usual line of crap for a second.
“Okay. Before we go any further, can I just stop you right there?” she said with a bit of a smirk. She seemed to be more amused than bothered by the situation. “Who are you really and what do you want?”
Sam blinked, and tried to regain his composure. “I’m sorry?”
“I’ve seen better covers held up by five year-olds,” she sighed. “You’re no journalist, and your name definitely isn’t Roger Davis. I’m not mad, I’m just … curious.”
He hesitated. This wasn’t the kind of thing he was just used to coming out and saying, and more to the point, he wasn’t entirely sure how to say it. He paused for a moment before speaking. “Do you believe in the supernatural?”
She raised an eyebrow. “I have a feeling you already know the answer to that. I don’t think we’d be having this conversation if I didn’t.”
“Not your brand of supernatural. I mean the real supernatural. Ghosts, demons, vampires-the kind that aren’t meteor rock induced.”
Chloe didn’t respond right away. In fact, she stared at Sam for a long time, trying to determine whether or not he was actually serious before speaking. “You’re not kidding.”
“Not even close.”
“So you’re saying that those kinds of things are real?”
“Yeah. And my brother got into a bit of a jam with a demon deal. I was trying to see if there might be something here that could break it. I know that the meteor rocks have influenced supernatural events in the past-maybe they could help.”
“And you came to me?”
“I asked around town,” he said with a shrug. “You were deemed the most knowledgeable source-or, at least, the one that didn’t have ten miles worth of security and the reputation of being only out for himself.” Lex Luthor was not a stop he planned to make-no matter how desperate he got.
She was quiet for a moment, but it wasn’t the same stunned silence as before. There were wheels turning in her head, and Sam could see them. He waited quietly for her to finish, and then smile crossed her face. Sam knew it was dangerous from the moment he saw it.
“Prove it.”
He blinked. “What?”
“Prove to me that the supernatural exists outside of meteor freaks and metahumans, and I will see what I can do about using what I know to help your brother.”
Sam had to admire her tenacity. But bringing a civilian on a hunt? It was never a wise choice.
“Are you sure? It’s not exactly-pretty.”
“I’ve been dealing with meteor freaks since I moved to this town. I think I’ll be able to handle it.”
Sam considered it quietly for a moment, before nodding. “Okay. I’ll see what we can find around here.”
“Good.” The smile on Chloe’s face was like she was a six year-old with a brand new toy.
Dean was going to hate this.
***
“I hate this.”
“Dude, would you relax,” Sam sighed as he drummed his fingers against the passenger side door. “It’s easy. We go. We give her a peep show, we salt and burn the corpse, and we all go home happy.”
“She’s a civilian, Sam. What if she gets hurt?”
“And what if she can help you? You’re the one who said you don’t want to die, Dean. This may be one of the last options we’ve got.”
They were parked outside the Talon, waiting for Chloe to come out, and when she finally does make an appearance, Dean’s eyebrows go up. “So this is all about getting to what she knows about the meteor rock?”
“Yeah, of course,” Sam replied, giving his brother a look. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
Chloe opened the back door of the Impala, sliding into the seat, before flashing the brothers a grin, her eyes landing on Dean. “Hey. You must be Dean-I’m Chloe.”
Dean gave her a bit of a nod. “Uh-huh.” Sam flashed him a look, but Dean ignored it, instead turning his eyes back to the windshield with a sigh. “I hope you’re ready for this.”
“You kidding? I was born ready. Let’s go pop a ghost.”
Dean’s eyes went up to the rearview mirror as he started the car, before shaking his head and muttering to his brother. “The things I do so you can get laid.”
***
Things between Chloe and Sam burned hot and fast. It didn’t seem like the right thing to do at the time, but looking back, she was probably the one good thing about that year. But things didn’t last-they never did, when it came to Sam, and by the end of that year, it was over.
Dean was dead, and Sam was gone.
Then came Ruby, and before Sam knew it, he was neck deep in an Apocalypse he didn’t know how to fix. He thought about her all the time-not as an answer, but as an option. If there was something that he could have done to let his life take a different route, but in the end, it always turned out the same. Sam wound up under Ruby’s thumb, and the world still ended. That part didn’t change.
The next time he actually saw Chloe was at her wedding. Dean had found the wedding announcement in the paper, and for some reason, left it next to Sam’s computer. Sam wasn’t sure if his brother was really that dense, or trying to make a point, but they swung by the Kent farmhouse anyway. There Sam said goodbye. Dean asked him later if that was all he was doing, and Sam pointed out that it didn’t look like he had a choice.
Winchesters never seemed to head anywhere good-Chloe deserved not to be tethered to one.
When the time came, and he and Dean were driving to Detroit to finish the mess he started, Sam had too many feelings and thoughts jumbling around in his head. There were so many things he needed to say, things that he needed to finish, and he wasn’t going to have the time. He made Dean promise not to bring him back. He made him promise to get out, to have a good life. Dean wasn’t happy about it, but Sam knew that he would do as he said. Dean hadn’t broken a promise to him yet, and he wasn’t about to start now.
“Can you do one more thing for me?”
“Jesus Christ, Sam-how many last wishes are you gonna have?”
“Hey-we spent a year chasing yours. I think I’m allowed a couple.”
Dean sighed heavily before nodding. “Yeah, alright. What?”
Sam reached into his jacket pocket holding out a folded envelope to his brother. There was something inside it, heavier than your average letter, but Dean didn’t question it, just looked at the name. He frowned, and turned back to his brother.
“I thought you said your goodbyes a long time ago.”
Sam just turned and looked out the window again, before shaking his head. “Not the ones that counted.”
In the end, Sam saved the world. And ninety-nine percent of the population didn’t even know he did it.
***
Dean returned to Smallville six months after Sam’s death. He had been spending some time getting used to life in Indiana, and while he knew that he had one more promise to keep to his brother, he couldn’t do it right away. Right after Sam jumped, the last place on Earth he wanted to be was Kansas. They were traveling through to see Lisa and Ben’s family that lived out of state around the holidays, and Sam’s letter was weighing down in his pocket like a lead weight. It was the last thing he had to do, and then he could officially leave his old life behind, and as far as he was concerned, it was so much harder than it had to be.
Lisa and Ben were both asleep in the Impala when he pulled up to the Talon. He should have been too-it was almost two in the morning. But right now, he needed to do this. He could find a motel room and sleep when it was over. He parked along back, just like he always did, before letting himself inside and making his way upstairs.
Yes, it was two in the morning. But hopefully someone was still awake.
That someone happened to collide with him on the way up the stairs.
“Dean?” she said, looking at him in stunned shock. “What are you doing here?”
“I-” He had rehearsed the words so many times in his head, but now he had nothing. He didn’t know what to tell her. She waited on the silence for a moment, before frowning.
“Is Sam with you? He was always a little bit better with the verbal.” The response to that must have been all over his face, because it only took her a minute to put two and two together. “ … Oh my God.”
Dean licked his lips, before nodding. “I-I would have come sooner but, uh.” He wasn’t exactly sure how to put ‘I was dealing with my own shit’ in a congenial way, so he didn’t bother. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the letter for her. “He wanted you to have this.”
Chloe was still stunned by the earlier news, and just took the envelope from him with a nod. “Thank you.” There was a long silence between them, before Dean took a step back towards the door.
“I should-”
“No, wait,” she said, shaking her head. “It’s late. You can crash on my couch for the night.”
“No, I should really go.”
“Dean, don’t be ridiculous. It’s the middle of the night.”
“I’ve got people waiting for me,” he said softly, thinking of the two Braedans still curled up in his car. “But it was good seeing you, Chloe.”
“Yeah,” she replied with a nod, that stunned tone still in her voice. “You too.”
Title: Missed Opportunities
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sam Winchester/Chloe Sullvian, Dean Winchester, mentions of Jimmy Olsen/Chloe Sullvian.
tamingthemuse Prompt: #268 ~ Bequest
Content Warning: Spoilers through the end of Season 5 for SPN and Season 8 for Smallville.
Summary: Sam met Chloe when he was trying to save Dean.
Author’s Note: I blame smokeandsong and her Chloe. Even though it’s my fault, because I tagged into it. Sort of related to this. Smashing timelines so that S8 of Smallville took place during S5 of SPN, which means S6 happened during S3.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to the CW. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Sam met Chloe when he was trying to save Dean.
Every hunter knows about the weird happenings in Smallville. The town had been ruled a victim of the natural, not the supernatural, a long time ago, but that doesn’t keep the hunter rumor mill from talking every time they rolled into town. People with abilities, unexplained events-Dean even said that there was a rumor of a long dead witch possessing a coed and wreaking havoc all over town-but it all got chalked up to meteor rocks and biology. It was weird but it wasn’t their kind of weird.
It was about halfway through Dean’s last year, that Sam realized that maybe he was looking in the wrong place. If the supernatural was causing this, maybe he needed a more natural way to end it. That was what brought them to Smallville in the first place. And from Smallville, Sam followed the trail all the way to Chloe Sullivan’s front door.
After all, if you’re a reporter, asking around about the weird going ons in Smallville, everyone tells you there’s only one person you should ask.
Only problem is, she didn’t buy his usual line of crap for a second.
“Okay. Before we go any further, can I just stop you right there?” she said with a bit of a smirk. She seemed to be more amused than bothered by the situation. “Who are you really and what do you want?”
Sam blinked, and tried to regain his composure. “I’m sorry?”
“I’ve seen better covers held up by five year-olds,” she sighed. “You’re no journalist, and your name definitely isn’t Roger Davis. I’m not mad, I’m just … curious.”
He hesitated. This wasn’t the kind of thing he was just used to coming out and saying, and more to the point, he wasn’t entirely sure how to say it. He paused for a moment before speaking. “Do you believe in the supernatural?”
She raised an eyebrow. “I have a feeling you already know the answer to that. I don’t think we’d be having this conversation if I didn’t.”
“Not your brand of supernatural. I mean the real supernatural. Ghosts, demons, vampires-the kind that aren’t meteor rock induced.”
Chloe didn’t respond right away. In fact, she stared at Sam for a long time, trying to determine whether or not he was actually serious before speaking. “You’re not kidding.”
“Not even close.”
“So you’re saying that those kinds of things are real?”
“Yeah. And my brother got into a bit of a jam with a demon deal. I was trying to see if there might be something here that could break it. I know that the meteor rocks have influenced supernatural events in the past-maybe they could help.”
“And you came to me?”
“I asked around town,” he said with a shrug. “You were deemed the most knowledgeable source-or, at least, the one that didn’t have ten miles worth of security and the reputation of being only out for himself.” Lex Luthor was not a stop he planned to make-no matter how desperate he got.
She was quiet for a moment, but it wasn’t the same stunned silence as before. There were wheels turning in her head, and Sam could see them. He waited quietly for her to finish, and then smile crossed her face. Sam knew it was dangerous from the moment he saw it.
“Prove it.”
He blinked. “What?”
“Prove to me that the supernatural exists outside of meteor freaks and metahumans, and I will see what I can do about using what I know to help your brother.”
Sam had to admire her tenacity. But bringing a civilian on a hunt? It was never a wise choice.
“Are you sure? It’s not exactly-pretty.”
“I’ve been dealing with meteor freaks since I moved to this town. I think I’ll be able to handle it.”
Sam considered it quietly for a moment, before nodding. “Okay. I’ll see what we can find around here.”
“Good.” The smile on Chloe’s face was like she was a six year-old with a brand new toy.
Dean was going to hate this.
***
“I hate this.”
“Dude, would you relax,” Sam sighed as he drummed his fingers against the passenger side door. “It’s easy. We go. We give her a peep show, we salt and burn the corpse, and we all go home happy.”
“She’s a civilian, Sam. What if she gets hurt?”
“And what if she can help you? You’re the one who said you don’t want to die, Dean. This may be one of the last options we’ve got.”
They were parked outside the Talon, waiting for Chloe to come out, and when she finally does make an appearance, Dean’s eyebrows go up. “So this is all about getting to what she knows about the meteor rock?”
“Yeah, of course,” Sam replied, giving his brother a look. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
Chloe opened the back door of the Impala, sliding into the seat, before flashing the brothers a grin, her eyes landing on Dean. “Hey. You must be Dean-I’m Chloe.”
Dean gave her a bit of a nod. “Uh-huh.” Sam flashed him a look, but Dean ignored it, instead turning his eyes back to the windshield with a sigh. “I hope you’re ready for this.”
“You kidding? I was born ready. Let’s go pop a ghost.”
Dean’s eyes went up to the rearview mirror as he started the car, before shaking his head and muttering to his brother. “The things I do so you can get laid.”
***
Things between Chloe and Sam burned hot and fast. It didn’t seem like the right thing to do at the time, but looking back, she was probably the one good thing about that year. But things didn’t last-they never did, when it came to Sam, and by the end of that year, it was over.
Dean was dead, and Sam was gone.
Then came Ruby, and before Sam knew it, he was neck deep in an Apocalypse he didn’t know how to fix. He thought about her all the time-not as an answer, but as an option. If there was something that he could have done to let his life take a different route, but in the end, it always turned out the same. Sam wound up under Ruby’s thumb, and the world still ended. That part didn’t change.
The next time he actually saw Chloe was at her wedding. Dean had found the wedding announcement in the paper, and for some reason, left it next to Sam’s computer. Sam wasn’t sure if his brother was really that dense, or trying to make a point, but they swung by the Kent farmhouse anyway. There Sam said goodbye. Dean asked him later if that was all he was doing, and Sam pointed out that it didn’t look like he had a choice.
Winchesters never seemed to head anywhere good-Chloe deserved not to be tethered to one.
When the time came, and he and Dean were driving to Detroit to finish the mess he started, Sam had too many feelings and thoughts jumbling around in his head. There were so many things he needed to say, things that he needed to finish, and he wasn’t going to have the time. He made Dean promise not to bring him back. He made him promise to get out, to have a good life. Dean wasn’t happy about it, but Sam knew that he would do as he said. Dean hadn’t broken a promise to him yet, and he wasn’t about to start now.
“Can you do one more thing for me?”
“Jesus Christ, Sam-how many last wishes are you gonna have?”
“Hey-we spent a year chasing yours. I think I’m allowed a couple.”
Dean sighed heavily before nodding. “Yeah, alright. What?”
Sam reached into his jacket pocket holding out a folded envelope to his brother. There was something inside it, heavier than your average letter, but Dean didn’t question it, just looked at the name. He frowned, and turned back to his brother.
“I thought you said your goodbyes a long time ago.”
Sam just turned and looked out the window again, before shaking his head. “Not the ones that counted.”
In the end, Sam saved the world. And ninety-nine percent of the population didn’t even know he did it.
***
Dean returned to Smallville six months after Sam’s death. He had been spending some time getting used to life in Indiana, and while he knew that he had one more promise to keep to his brother, he couldn’t do it right away. Right after Sam jumped, the last place on Earth he wanted to be was Kansas. They were traveling through to see Lisa and Ben’s family that lived out of state around the holidays, and Sam’s letter was weighing down in his pocket like a lead weight. It was the last thing he had to do, and then he could officially leave his old life behind, and as far as he was concerned, it was so much harder than it had to be.
Lisa and Ben were both asleep in the Impala when he pulled up to the Talon. He should have been too-it was almost two in the morning. But right now, he needed to do this. He could find a motel room and sleep when it was over. He parked along back, just like he always did, before letting himself inside and making his way upstairs.
Yes, it was two in the morning. But hopefully someone was still awake.
That someone happened to collide with him on the way up the stairs.
“Dean?” she said, looking at him in stunned shock. “What are you doing here?”
“I-” He had rehearsed the words so many times in his head, but now he had nothing. He didn’t know what to tell her. She waited on the silence for a moment, before frowning.
“Is Sam with you? He was always a little bit better with the verbal.” The response to that must have been all over his face, because it only took her a minute to put two and two together. “ … Oh my God.”
Dean licked his lips, before nodding. “I-I would have come sooner but, uh.” He wasn’t exactly sure how to put ‘I was dealing with my own shit’ in a congenial way, so he didn’t bother. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the letter for her. “He wanted you to have this.”
Chloe was still stunned by the earlier news, and just took the envelope from him with a nod. “Thank you.” There was a long silence between them, before Dean took a step back towards the door.
“I should-”
“No, wait,” she said, shaking her head. “It’s late. You can crash on my couch for the night.”
“No, I should really go.”
“Dean, don’t be ridiculous. It’s the middle of the night.”
“I’ve got people waiting for me,” he said softly, thinking of the two Braedans still curled up in his car. “But it was good seeing you, Chloe.”
“Yeah,” she replied with a nod, that stunned tone still in her voice. “You too.”