Fic: Don't Go Out Tonight (7/7)
Fic: Don't Go Out Tonight (7/7)
Summary: The group makes a sudden U turn and goes back to the appalachians to hunt something that might be a headless horseman. Sam covertly tries to keep Chloe from shutting them out.
Author: pen37
Beta: Clarksmuse
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chloe, Sam, Dean
Pairing:Chloe/Dean
Rating: Pg (Halloween fun guys!).
Banner by isisizabel
This is a part of the Special Projects series. You can find the rest of the series here.
Written for the Crossovers100 challenge. Prompt #12 Orange. The table is here.
A/N: Pretty Chloe/Dean art here that I commissioned from Bri-chan.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
While Sam and Dean loaded their things back into the Impala, Chloe turned the band of her ring around and around on her thumb. After last night, and all the things she’d learned about her family - she was operating on the level of beer bad, fire pretty.
In an effort to distract herself, she opened up her laptop to check her messages one last time.
Dean had been, apparently right. Her great-grampy Seamus was a hunter. And somehow his tools had found their way into her hands. And she had a great-aunt out there somewhere, and family that she would probably never meet.
And beyond all of that, the nebulous, off in the distance demon war that they’d been expecting for so long wasn’t quite so nebulous, or off in the distance anymore.
Neither Sam nor Dean looked quite as shell shocked as she had. But then again, they’d already been through so much upheaval, that at this point in their lives, what was a little more?
“Hey.”
Chloe glanced up to see Sam towering over her. He gave her an unsure smile.
“Hey yourself,” Chloe smiled back.
Sam sat down on the bed next to her, and let her rest her head on his shoulder. “Dean said that if we shag ass, we can make it to Ellen’s by All Hallow’s Eve. The plan is to hole up though All Saint’s Day, and then figure out our next move.”
Chloe shrugged and nodded. She wouldn’t be able to find a parish for All Saint’s Day, but it wouldn’t be the first holy day that she’d been less than devout. Besides, it might be nice to give St. Jude a rest for a change. “Okay.”
Sam pulled her to her feet, and gave her a push toward the door. “So, you haven’t even mentioned your great-aunt yet.”
“I’m still trying to wrap my head around having a great aunt who is like Jane Gooddall to the fairee folk,” Chloe shook her head.
“Chloe,” Sam said.
She stopped at the doorway, and turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow. He tucked his hands in his pockets, and slumped a little bit. “I know it’s not the same. But I once found out that my mom . . . was more than I thought she was. She actually kind of recognized the thing that killed her. So if you want to talk about - family weirdness . . .”
Chloe gave him a tight smile. “I appreciate that, Sam.” She pulled him into a one-armed hug. “It goes both ways you know.”
Sam looked down at her with the ghost of a smile on his face. “I know.” He paused, and Chloe could see in his eyes that he wanted to discuss how she’d acknowledged them to her aunt as being a part of her family.
Chloe held her breath in dread of the question. She’d known it was coming, but she was still coming to terms with the idea that she wasn’t so alone as she thought she was. And she was frightened - now that she’d admitted that Sam and Dean were like family - there was the underlying fear that it would all go to hell. So She wasn’t quite ready to talk about it. Not yet.
She glanced at her computer, and then looked harder in surprise.
“What is it?” Sam asked.
“Why the heck do I have 80 e-mail messages?” Chloe raised an eyebrow.
Sam looked over her shoulder as she opened her in-box. “Bart better not be sending me forwards again. Otherwise, I swear I’m going to nail his speedy butt to the ground,” she muttered.
As the subject lines appeared, she skimmed them. The subjects confused her more. “Question about Devil’s trap. Question about Kelpie. Meta or paranormal? What the hell?”
“Oh!” She glanced up to see Sam’s eyes widen.
“Oh?”
“I--” Sam gulped. “I may have given out your Wall of Weird address to a couple of hunters.
“A couple of - Sam there’s 80 messages since last Tuesday!”
“Yeah. I think word travels fast.” His expression was apologetic.
Chloe sighed. “Do I look like Paranormal Wikipedia to you?”
“I’m sorry, Chloe. I know I should have asked first. But I needed to get Devil’s trap information out to a lot of people quickly.”
Chloe sighed. “At least you know what you did wrong,”
“But other than that you don’t mind?” Sam asked.
“You know I’m a big believer in rapid dissemination of information. So - No. Not as long as you help me with these questions,” she said as she shut down the laptop and tucked it into her messenger bag.
“Done,” Sam nodded.
“Hey ladies!” Dean’s voice cut the moment like a hot knife through butter. “Any day now. We’re not getting any younger.”
The two of them traded wry smiles as they walked out toward the Impala. “So am I going to get shotgun?” Chloe asked.
“In your dreams, short stuff,” Sam held the passenger door open for her. Chloe slid in next to Dean, and let him drape his arm around her. Then he turned up Gypsy Road and floored the gas.
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A/N: Throughout the month of November, I'll only be updating Special Projects on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I'm taking the month off of writing Special Projects to focus on my NaNoWriMo story.
I will be posting daily updates of that here, as well.