Fic: Coyote, Wolf and Hound (9/9)
Fic: Coyote, Wolf and Hound (9/9)
Series: Special Projects
Summary: The honeymoon is over and the Winchester family settles into family life by doing what they do best: Hunting. This time they head into the Superstition mountains to look into another beheading case. Can you say Lost Dutchman Mine?
Author: pen37
Beta: Strangevisitor7
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chloe, Sam, Dean
Pairing:Chloe/Dean
Rating: pg-13
This is a part of the Special Projects series. You can find the rest of the series here.
Also submitted for the Crossovers_100 challenge. Prompt # 81 Mountain.
Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9
The sun sat low on the horizon as Coyote helped Chloe out of the mine. He led her over to a pile of dirt that had been brought up from the depths some time ago, and sat her there. Then he knelt before her, and began unstrapping the makeshift cast from her leg.
“This ought to be healed by now. And unless I miss my guess, your family should be along soon. So I've got to be going.”
“You're not going to hang around and beg for another story?” Chloe cocked an eyebrow.
He smirked at her. “Sam and Dean have a bad history with tricksters. It would probably be better for everyone involved if I just go.”
“You have a point,” she nodded. Then she looked at him and bit her lip. “So the war is everywhere, isn't it?”
“More things in heaven and earth, Horatio,” he grinned at her.
“Shakespeare?”
“Dude totally nailed Puck. Dead on!” His grin froze, and then slowly melted from his face. “There is fighting in places that you'll never know about Chloe. And they know about you everywhere. You're making a difference. Like the butterfly that flaps its wings in the Sierras, and starts a tsunami in China.”
“Think we can win?”
“Dunno,” he shrugged. “But I would rather lose for the right reasons.” He took her hand in his, raised it to his lips, and kissed it. “You've given me a lot to tell the old ones. All of it good.”
She nodded at that. “How do we get out of here?
He grinned at her, and then backed into the shadows of the mine shaft. In the space between heartbeats, he vanished.
Chloe smiled at that. She didn't often let herself think about the end of the war - or possible outcomes. Losing wasn't an option. But she felt right now that there wasn't any possible way that they couldn't win.
With a joyful whoop, she leaned back on the pile of dirt and laughed.
When she sat up again, she could see Sam coming around the next hill.
“Guys! Over here!” She shaded her eyes against the setting Sun, and waved to them as he and Dean approached.
Dean approached slowly, cautiously. Small wonder, if the shapeshifter was still out there. He glanced at her hand, and then broke into a relieved grin. His gun vanished as quickly as it had come out as he rushed to her and pulled her into his arms.
“Thank God,” he muttered into her hair as he rocked her in his arms. “You've had too many of these close calls lately.”
“I'm fine,” she said quietly. “Now that you're here.” She pulled back and smiled over his shoulder as Sam approached. “The shifter?”
“We put it down,” Sam replied. “What happened to your leg?”
She looked down at her torn pants, and then shrugged. “That thing clunked me over the back of the head, and threw me down a mine shaft. I think I broke it when I landed.”
“You think?”
“I had a fractured skull at the time. I was not of the conscious when it happened.”
“Your powers healed you though that?” Dean's eyebrows scaled his forehead. “Without adrenaline to help?”
Chloe nodded. “I may be more powerful than we thought. But I've never really felt like pushing my boundaries.”
“Me neither,” Dean shrugged. “In fact, I'd love to just get out of here.”
“I'll second that,” Chloe said.
“Guys,” Sam's voice trailed off. The two of them looked over to see that the youngest Winchester had crawled behind the dirt mound that Chloe was sitting on. He looked up with an expression of fierce concentration, and held up a half-rotten, leather packsaddle. “Anyone know what the going rate for gold ore is?”
Series: Special Projects
Summary: The honeymoon is over and the Winchester family settles into family life by doing what they do best: Hunting. This time they head into the Superstition mountains to look into another beheading case. Can you say Lost Dutchman Mine?
Author: pen37
Beta: Strangevisitor7
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chloe, Sam, Dean
Pairing:Chloe/Dean
Rating: pg-13
This is a part of the Special Projects series. You can find the rest of the series here.
Also submitted for the Crossovers_100 challenge. Prompt # 81 Mountain.
Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9
The sun sat low on the horizon as Coyote helped Chloe out of the mine. He led her over to a pile of dirt that had been brought up from the depths some time ago, and sat her there. Then he knelt before her, and began unstrapping the makeshift cast from her leg.
“This ought to be healed by now. And unless I miss my guess, your family should be along soon. So I've got to be going.”
“You're not going to hang around and beg for another story?” Chloe cocked an eyebrow.
He smirked at her. “Sam and Dean have a bad history with tricksters. It would probably be better for everyone involved if I just go.”
“You have a point,” she nodded. Then she looked at him and bit her lip. “So the war is everywhere, isn't it?”
“More things in heaven and earth, Horatio,” he grinned at her.
“Shakespeare?”
“Dude totally nailed Puck. Dead on!” His grin froze, and then slowly melted from his face. “There is fighting in places that you'll never know about Chloe. And they know about you everywhere. You're making a difference. Like the butterfly that flaps its wings in the Sierras, and starts a tsunami in China.”
“Think we can win?”
“Dunno,” he shrugged. “But I would rather lose for the right reasons.” He took her hand in his, raised it to his lips, and kissed it. “You've given me a lot to tell the old ones. All of it good.”
She nodded at that. “How do we get out of here?
He grinned at her, and then backed into the shadows of the mine shaft. In the space between heartbeats, he vanished.
Chloe smiled at that. She didn't often let herself think about the end of the war - or possible outcomes. Losing wasn't an option. But she felt right now that there wasn't any possible way that they couldn't win.
With a joyful whoop, she leaned back on the pile of dirt and laughed.
When she sat up again, she could see Sam coming around the next hill.
“Guys! Over here!” She shaded her eyes against the setting Sun, and waved to them as he and Dean approached.
Dean approached slowly, cautiously. Small wonder, if the shapeshifter was still out there. He glanced at her hand, and then broke into a relieved grin. His gun vanished as quickly as it had come out as he rushed to her and pulled her into his arms.
“Thank God,” he muttered into her hair as he rocked her in his arms. “You've had too many of these close calls lately.”
“I'm fine,” she said quietly. “Now that you're here.” She pulled back and smiled over his shoulder as Sam approached. “The shifter?”
“We put it down,” Sam replied. “What happened to your leg?”
She looked down at her torn pants, and then shrugged. “That thing clunked me over the back of the head, and threw me down a mine shaft. I think I broke it when I landed.”
“You think?”
“I had a fractured skull at the time. I was not of the conscious when it happened.”
“Your powers healed you though that?” Dean's eyebrows scaled his forehead. “Without adrenaline to help?”
Chloe nodded. “I may be more powerful than we thought. But I've never really felt like pushing my boundaries.”
“Me neither,” Dean shrugged. “In fact, I'd love to just get out of here.”
“I'll second that,” Chloe said.
“Guys,” Sam's voice trailed off. The two of them looked over to see that the youngest Winchester had crawled behind the dirt mound that Chloe was sitting on. He looked up with an expression of fierce concentration, and held up a half-rotten, leather packsaddle. “Anyone know what the going rate for gold ore is?”