Fic: Mating Dance (1/1)
Fic: Mating Dance (1/1)
Summary: Now that Dean has his confidence back, he feels much more like himself.
Author: Pen37
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Series: Flamebird
Characters:Chloe, Dean
Rating: pg 13 for language
A/N:Written for chleanthursday.
Dean shut out the world around him while he worked on engine number two. The old pumper truck was decades past its prime, but as long as he could keep it running, the city wasn’t going to spring for a new one.
Despite working at the garage most days off, Dean liked getting his hands dirty whenever he could. Fixing engines was something he was good at. Sometimes, you had to go with what works.
And besides, it gave him time to think about things. Specifically, everything that he and Chloe had talked about the other night. He still hadn’t quite wrapped his head around the concept that every urban legend out there had some truth to it (well, except for the one about bigfoot).
He was so deep in thought, that when someone tapped him on the shoulder, he jumped, banging his head on the hood of the engine and dropping his wrench.
“Damn,” he hissed as he rubbed the back of his head.
“Sorry,” Chloe’s voice sounded apologetic. “I’ve been standing here trying to get your attention for a little while.”
“Really?” Dean turned to give her a lopsided smile. “Guess I’ve got a lot on my mind lately.”
Chloe looked down sheepishly. “Sorry about that.”
“I didn’t say it was a bad thing.” He grinned at her as he reached for a greasy rag. “Did you get in touch with the hunter friend of yours?”
Chloe shook her head. Her face looked troubled. “Bobby isn’t home right now.”
“And that’s bad?” Dean asked.
“Bobby is always home,” Chloe said. “That’s how we find him if we need him. But the message he left indicated that business is on the rise. Which is very bad if business is demons.”
Off Dean’s confused look, Chloe explained. "It used to be you would hear of a demon possession once or twice a decade. Now you hear about them once or twice a month. For some reason, they’re trying really hard to get out of the pit." She gave him a rueful smile. “You sure you want to take up hunting right now?”
“If there’s something out there, I’d rather meet it face on,” Dean said. “Waitin’ around for it to come get me is bullshit.” He cocked his head to the side. “Why don’t you train me?”
“Because I’m not a traditional hunter,” Chloe said. “I’m more of a jack-of-all trades. I spend way too much time caught up in the drama of the spandex wearing crowd to effectively train anyone.”
“So what’s the visit for, then?” Dean’s grin returned. “Did you just miss me?”
Chloe cocked an eyebrow at him. “I think I liked you better when you were afraid of me.” Then she shook her head. “I . . . actually need a favor. My high school reunion is coming up and I’m out of dating options.”
“Nice to know that I’m the last option of a desperate woman,” Dean mumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“You’re not my last option,” Chloe said. “I could go with Impulse, but I don’t feel like wearing iron underwear to protect my rear from potential assault. And my ex husband and I are on speaking terms, but that would be just weird.”
“You have an ex?” Dean looked at her in surprise. “What did the marriage last? Five minutes?”
“A month. And I really don’t want to talk about it.” Chloe crossed her arms. “I was the prom queen, so they expect me to take the first dance with my date.”
“You were the prom queen?” He raised his eyebrows at that.
“I was the alternative vote,” Chloe threw her hands in the air. “It was under duress, and I was possessed by the vengeful spirit of my opponent after she died in a car crash. So it’s not like my memories of the event were of the happy variety.”
“I think I’m beginning to see how you fell into this life,” Dean said. He patted her shoulder. “I’ll go on one condition.”
Chloe looked at him with trepidation in her eyes. “What?”
“My dad’s garage runs a softball team, and we need a right fielder.”
“I can’t play.”
“Deep right. Out in the weeds.”
“I suck at sports.”
“Prom queen, huh?”
“Okay fine!” Chloe threw her hands in the air. “You win.”
Dean grinned at that. “I’ll pick you up at nine, on Saturday. Wear something sexy.”
“In your dreams, Winchester.”
Summary: Now that Dean has his confidence back, he feels much more like himself.
Author: Pen37
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Series: Flamebird
Characters:Chloe, Dean
Rating: pg 13 for language
A/N:Written for chleanthursday.
Dean shut out the world around him while he worked on engine number two. The old pumper truck was decades past its prime, but as long as he could keep it running, the city wasn’t going to spring for a new one.
Despite working at the garage most days off, Dean liked getting his hands dirty whenever he could. Fixing engines was something he was good at. Sometimes, you had to go with what works.
And besides, it gave him time to think about things. Specifically, everything that he and Chloe had talked about the other night. He still hadn’t quite wrapped his head around the concept that every urban legend out there had some truth to it (well, except for the one about bigfoot).
He was so deep in thought, that when someone tapped him on the shoulder, he jumped, banging his head on the hood of the engine and dropping his wrench.
“Damn,” he hissed as he rubbed the back of his head.
“Sorry,” Chloe’s voice sounded apologetic. “I’ve been standing here trying to get your attention for a little while.”
“Really?” Dean turned to give her a lopsided smile. “Guess I’ve got a lot on my mind lately.”
Chloe looked down sheepishly. “Sorry about that.”
“I didn’t say it was a bad thing.” He grinned at her as he reached for a greasy rag. “Did you get in touch with the hunter friend of yours?”
Chloe shook her head. Her face looked troubled. “Bobby isn’t home right now.”
“And that’s bad?” Dean asked.
“Bobby is always home,” Chloe said. “That’s how we find him if we need him. But the message he left indicated that business is on the rise. Which is very bad if business is demons.”
Off Dean’s confused look, Chloe explained. "It used to be you would hear of a demon possession once or twice a decade. Now you hear about them once or twice a month. For some reason, they’re trying really hard to get out of the pit." She gave him a rueful smile. “You sure you want to take up hunting right now?”
“If there’s something out there, I’d rather meet it face on,” Dean said. “Waitin’ around for it to come get me is bullshit.” He cocked his head to the side. “Why don’t you train me?”
“Because I’m not a traditional hunter,” Chloe said. “I’m more of a jack-of-all trades. I spend way too much time caught up in the drama of the spandex wearing crowd to effectively train anyone.”
“So what’s the visit for, then?” Dean’s grin returned. “Did you just miss me?”
Chloe cocked an eyebrow at him. “I think I liked you better when you were afraid of me.” Then she shook her head. “I . . . actually need a favor. My high school reunion is coming up and I’m out of dating options.”
“Nice to know that I’m the last option of a desperate woman,” Dean mumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“You’re not my last option,” Chloe said. “I could go with Impulse, but I don’t feel like wearing iron underwear to protect my rear from potential assault. And my ex husband and I are on speaking terms, but that would be just weird.”
“You have an ex?” Dean looked at her in surprise. “What did the marriage last? Five minutes?”
“A month. And I really don’t want to talk about it.” Chloe crossed her arms. “I was the prom queen, so they expect me to take the first dance with my date.”
“You were the prom queen?” He raised his eyebrows at that.
“I was the alternative vote,” Chloe threw her hands in the air. “It was under duress, and I was possessed by the vengeful spirit of my opponent after she died in a car crash. So it’s not like my memories of the event were of the happy variety.”
“I think I’m beginning to see how you fell into this life,” Dean said. He patted her shoulder. “I’ll go on one condition.”
Chloe looked at him with trepidation in her eyes. “What?”
“My dad’s garage runs a softball team, and we need a right fielder.”
“I can’t play.”
“Deep right. Out in the weeds.”
“I suck at sports.”
“Prom queen, huh?”
“Okay fine!” Chloe threw her hands in the air. “You win.”
Dean grinned at that. “I’ll pick you up at nine, on Saturday. Wear something sexy.”
“In your dreams, Winchester.”