The End of All things (4/4)
Fic: The End of All Things (4/4)
Series: Chance Winchesterverse
Summary: Dean and Chloe at the end.
Author: pen37
Beta:
strangevisitor7
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: , Chloe, Chance, Dean, Ben
Pairing:Chloe/Dean
Rating: pg
Warning: Character Death
Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4
Chloe finished her story about the same time that the sludge that passed for hospital coffee ran out. She sat the empty cup aside, and looked up into Ben's startled face. He looked so much like Dean twenty years ago that it made her heart ache. Chance was hers - but she'd always had a soft spot for Ben.
“So that's the story. Dean and I figured that it was too much of a coincidence, so it must have been more than a dream.”
Ben's forehead wrinkled in confusion. “What does that make Chance? Lucky?”
“Damned if I know,” Chloe shrugged. “It's not as if he wins the lotto or gets hit by lightning all the time. But - weird things happen to the kid. They always have. I don't know if you noticed, but he just takes them in stride.”
“Not much fazes the dork,” Ben nodded. He chewed his lip as his eyes cut over to her. “And you think that's the reason you're dying? That carrying a kid changed the way your body works?”
Chloe sighed. “I'm dying because it's my time.” She spread her hands. “I've lived a long life,raised a family. I've got a good man who is leaving this world and it's just another serendipitous coincidence that I'm going with him. Or maybe this is the best that The Lady can conceve of punishment. If so, I'm not going to argue with her. This is the way things are supposed to happen.”
Ben nodded slowly. “What do I tell the others?”
She shrugged. “As little as possible. That's what Dean and I decided to do. You think they'd want to know this?”
Ben thought about it, his head tilting in a see-saw fashion. “You're probably right,” he said. “You going too - It's going to hurt.”
“I know,” Chloe bowed her head. “If it's any consolation,I don't want to be left behind. Not by Dean. Not by you guys. I know it's selfish of me - but there you go. Maybe you can tell Chance that.” She looked up at the clock, and sighed. “We should get back.” When she stood, Ben was right there to support her as if she were as brittle as glass. The two of them walked back to the room, where they met the others.
Chance looked as if he had been crying, but was trying not to appear that he had been. “Mom,” he pulled her close roughly. “Would you like to stay with Lena and me tonight?”
Chloe responded by pulling Chance down to her and leaving a kiss on his forehead. “I need to stay with your father.”
He nodded in response. “Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.”
Over his shoulder, Chloe exchanged significant looks with Ben. She said something in Gaelic while stroking the back of Chance's neck. Then she smiled at the rest of the assembled Winchester clan, before retreating into Dean's room.
“What did she say?” Ben asked.
Chance shrugged in response. “Mom likes to say things in Gaelic sometimes. Dad used to joke that she was just rattling off the grocery list.”
Ben had a feeling that what she said was more significant than that.
* * *
Chloe crawled into the hospital bed, and spooned up to her husband.
“They gone yet?” Dean's tenor growl had deepened with age. After all these years, it still sent shivers along her spine.
“Just left,” Chloe said. “Have you been faking this whole time?”
“Maybe,” he shifted over so that they were lying on the bed facing each other. “Chance had some things to get out. He wouldn't have said them if I was awake.”
She smiled at him. Though his face was lined, his eyes were still the sharp hazel that she remembered from the first time they'd met. “How did you get so smart, Mr. Winchester?”
“I suppose it helps that I married a smart woman, Mrs. Winchester.” He looked down the length of the blanket and then waggled his eyebrows at her. “You know, I'm not wearing anything under this hospital gown. I could go for a sponge bath.”
Chloe scoffed. “What would the nurses think?”
“That I must be amazing in bed to attract such a hot young thing.”
“That must be it,” she smiled tenderly.
“This isn't fair, you know,” Dean said. “I was supposed to go out in a blaze of glory. Shotgun in hand. Taking a couple demons with me.”
She replied by brushing his short hair back. “Is this so bad?”
He shut his eyes and leaned into her touch. “Not at all. Did they figure out about you?”
“Ben did,” Chloe said. “I think Chance is going to be hurt.”
“He'll get over it,” Dean said. “He's got a lot of people to get him though this. Lena, Ben, Kara, all his cousins.”
“The various leagues,” Chloe chuckled. “What in the world made us think that we could raise a child?”
“We never would have tried if we thought about it,” Dean said. “We didn't do too bad either. Even if the kid does summon hellhounds. At least he's not a super villain.”
“There is that,” Chloe chuckled. “We did a better job than Lex.”
“What do you think is on the other side?” Dean's eyes looked troubled.
“Does it matter?” Chloe leaned her head against him. “So long as we're together.”
“Aren't you Catholic? Shouldn't there be something about faith and purgatory?”
“I kind of like the Hopi idea: Your soul just continues its journey in another world after it leaves this one behind. All the good ones have one thing in common: We go on.”
“That sounds nice,” Dean said as he rested his forehead against hers. His breathing evened out and soon he was asleep. Chloe let herself be lulled by his steady breathing.
* * *
The little girl with green eyes and black hair sat on a pink blanket under the watchful eye of an “Irish wolfhound.” She looked up at the ceiling fan and giggled.
From his spot next to his computer, Chance looked over at her and grinned. Then he went back to talking the Crimson Crusader through Xander Luthor's evil lair of doom (TM. Accept no substitutes).
“We'll eat in a minute, Lil' Bit. Right now Daddy's got to help aunt Kara take down Uncle Xander.”
Unseen by all except maybe the baby (and babies can see these kinds of things, because they don't yet have adults tell them that they can't) another couple knelt over the little girl.
“You about done there, Grandma?” The taller of the two asked.
“Not yet,” the shorter rolled her eyes. “It's not every day I get to play with my grandchild without someone picking her up. They spoil this kid.”
“Come on, Chloe,” Dean said. “We're supposed to be watching Chance's back. I don't want to mess this up.”
“You're the reason we're on probation to begin with,” Chloe crossed her arms. “Something about you sneaking off to topless bars?”
Dean looked down and grinned as he scratched the back of his neck. “Sometimes you have to go where the lead is.”
“And fools rush in where angels . . .”
“There aren't a lot of places I fear to tread,” he cut her off.
“Fine,” Chloe said. “You tread up to the roof and keep an eye out for Xander's ninjas. When you see them, we'll trigger the security alarms.”
“Somehow, I didn't quite picture the afterlife this way.”
She made a shooing motion. “What do you want? Wings and harps? Go!”
Series: Chance Winchesterverse
Summary: Dean and Chloe at the end.
Author: pen37
Beta:
strangevisitor7
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: , Chloe, Chance, Dean, Ben
Pairing:Chloe/Dean
Rating: pg
Warning: Character Death
Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4
Chloe finished her story about the same time that the sludge that passed for hospital coffee ran out. She sat the empty cup aside, and looked up into Ben's startled face. He looked so much like Dean twenty years ago that it made her heart ache. Chance was hers - but she'd always had a soft spot for Ben.
“So that's the story. Dean and I figured that it was too much of a coincidence, so it must have been more than a dream.”
Ben's forehead wrinkled in confusion. “What does that make Chance? Lucky?”
“Damned if I know,” Chloe shrugged. “It's not as if he wins the lotto or gets hit by lightning all the time. But - weird things happen to the kid. They always have. I don't know if you noticed, but he just takes them in stride.”
“Not much fazes the dork,” Ben nodded. He chewed his lip as his eyes cut over to her. “And you think that's the reason you're dying? That carrying a kid changed the way your body works?”
Chloe sighed. “I'm dying because it's my time.” She spread her hands. “I've lived a long life,raised a family. I've got a good man who is leaving this world and it's just another serendipitous coincidence that I'm going with him. Or maybe this is the best that The Lady can conceve of punishment. If so, I'm not going to argue with her. This is the way things are supposed to happen.”
Ben nodded slowly. “What do I tell the others?”
She shrugged. “As little as possible. That's what Dean and I decided to do. You think they'd want to know this?”
Ben thought about it, his head tilting in a see-saw fashion. “You're probably right,” he said. “You going too - It's going to hurt.”
“I know,” Chloe bowed her head. “If it's any consolation,I don't want to be left behind. Not by Dean. Not by you guys. I know it's selfish of me - but there you go. Maybe you can tell Chance that.” She looked up at the clock, and sighed. “We should get back.” When she stood, Ben was right there to support her as if she were as brittle as glass. The two of them walked back to the room, where they met the others.
Chance looked as if he had been crying, but was trying not to appear that he had been. “Mom,” he pulled her close roughly. “Would you like to stay with Lena and me tonight?”
Chloe responded by pulling Chance down to her and leaving a kiss on his forehead. “I need to stay with your father.”
He nodded in response. “Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.”
Over his shoulder, Chloe exchanged significant looks with Ben. She said something in Gaelic while stroking the back of Chance's neck. Then she smiled at the rest of the assembled Winchester clan, before retreating into Dean's room.
“What did she say?” Ben asked.
Chance shrugged in response. “Mom likes to say things in Gaelic sometimes. Dad used to joke that she was just rattling off the grocery list.”
Ben had a feeling that what she said was more significant than that.
* * *
Chloe crawled into the hospital bed, and spooned up to her husband.
“They gone yet?” Dean's tenor growl had deepened with age. After all these years, it still sent shivers along her spine.
“Just left,” Chloe said. “Have you been faking this whole time?”
“Maybe,” he shifted over so that they were lying on the bed facing each other. “Chance had some things to get out. He wouldn't have said them if I was awake.”
She smiled at him. Though his face was lined, his eyes were still the sharp hazel that she remembered from the first time they'd met. “How did you get so smart, Mr. Winchester?”
“I suppose it helps that I married a smart woman, Mrs. Winchester.” He looked down the length of the blanket and then waggled his eyebrows at her. “You know, I'm not wearing anything under this hospital gown. I could go for a sponge bath.”
Chloe scoffed. “What would the nurses think?”
“That I must be amazing in bed to attract such a hot young thing.”
“That must be it,” she smiled tenderly.
“This isn't fair, you know,” Dean said. “I was supposed to go out in a blaze of glory. Shotgun in hand. Taking a couple demons with me.”
She replied by brushing his short hair back. “Is this so bad?”
He shut his eyes and leaned into her touch. “Not at all. Did they figure out about you?”
“Ben did,” Chloe said. “I think Chance is going to be hurt.”
“He'll get over it,” Dean said. “He's got a lot of people to get him though this. Lena, Ben, Kara, all his cousins.”
“The various leagues,” Chloe chuckled. “What in the world made us think that we could raise a child?”
“We never would have tried if we thought about it,” Dean said. “We didn't do too bad either. Even if the kid does summon hellhounds. At least he's not a super villain.”
“There is that,” Chloe chuckled. “We did a better job than Lex.”
“What do you think is on the other side?” Dean's eyes looked troubled.
“Does it matter?” Chloe leaned her head against him. “So long as we're together.”
“Aren't you Catholic? Shouldn't there be something about faith and purgatory?”
“I kind of like the Hopi idea: Your soul just continues its journey in another world after it leaves this one behind. All the good ones have one thing in common: We go on.”
“That sounds nice,” Dean said as he rested his forehead against hers. His breathing evened out and soon he was asleep. Chloe let herself be lulled by his steady breathing.
* * *
The little girl with green eyes and black hair sat on a pink blanket under the watchful eye of an “Irish wolfhound.” She looked up at the ceiling fan and giggled.
From his spot next to his computer, Chance looked over at her and grinned. Then he went back to talking the Crimson Crusader through Xander Luthor's evil lair of doom (TM. Accept no substitutes).
“We'll eat in a minute, Lil' Bit. Right now Daddy's got to help aunt Kara take down Uncle Xander.”
Unseen by all except maybe the baby (and babies can see these kinds of things, because they don't yet have adults tell them that they can't) another couple knelt over the little girl.
“You about done there, Grandma?” The taller of the two asked.
“Not yet,” the shorter rolled her eyes. “It's not every day I get to play with my grandchild without someone picking her up. They spoil this kid.”
“Come on, Chloe,” Dean said. “We're supposed to be watching Chance's back. I don't want to mess this up.”
“You're the reason we're on probation to begin with,” Chloe crossed her arms. “Something about you sneaking off to topless bars?”
Dean looked down and grinned as he scratched the back of his neck. “Sometimes you have to go where the lead is.”
“And fools rush in where angels . . .”
“There aren't a lot of places I fear to tread,” he cut her off.
“Fine,” Chloe said. “You tread up to the roof and keep an eye out for Xander's ninjas. When you see them, we'll trigger the security alarms.”
“Somehow, I didn't quite picture the afterlife this way.”
She made a shooing motion. “What do you want? Wings and harps? Go!”