Fic: Irony(1/1) A Chance Winchesterverse Story
Fic: Irony(1/1) A Chance Winchesterverse Story
Summary: First came love. Then came marriage. Then came . . . trust Dean and Chloe to get it all out of order.
Author: pen37
Fandoms: Supernatural/Smallville
Pairing:Chloe/Dean
Rating: G
Beta:Clarksmuse
Written for the Crossovers100 challenge. Prompt #48 Diamond The table is here.
Also for firstline_fic Challenges Week #18. "Next time, he was just going to call a cab and avoid this mess."
Next time he was going to call a cab and avoid this mess.
Sam was pretty used to seeing Dean beat up - when they were on a hunt. But they hadn’t been out on a hunt in several weeks.
So when he’d come by the garage to borrow the Impala and Dean met him at the door nursing a black eye, it raised his eyebrow. Dean’s expression said that he didn’t want to talk about it. So Sam didn’t push.
At least right away.
But Dean was also in a foul mood. Slamming things around, cursing under his breath. So eventually, Sam felt like he had to say something.
“What crawled up your ass and died?”
Not exactly the most loving brother bonding language. But Dean responded better to that, anyways.
“Nothing,” Dean snorted.
At least most of the time, Sam amended mentally. He rolled his eyes, sat down at the kitchen table, and started going through a case file.
“Chloe’s pregnant.”
The file slipped from his fingers. Okay, that was unexpected.
“So she hit you?”
“Not quite,” Dean rolled his eyes.
“I don’t get this,” Sam shook his head. “How can she be pregnant?”
Dean grinned mirthlessly. “Well Sammy, when a man and a woman--”
“No, doofus. I mean, didn’t you use protection?”
Dean sighed. “It’s not foolproof, Sammy.”
“But--” Sam broke off and shook his head. “She just seems so . . . responsible. I mean - she strikes me as someone who would take preventative measures.”
“She is. She was. But apparently hormone-based birth control is no match for metahuman healing abilities.” Dean shook his head. “So now we know.”
“And so she hit you?” Sam raised his eyebrows and pinned Dean with an astonished look.
“No, she hit me when I suggested that we get married.” Dean rubbed his neck and made a frustrated groan. “I just don’t get chicks.” He shook his head.
“So - what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to be a dad.” For the first time, Dean smiled a genuine smile.
Sam returned Dean’s smile with one of his own. For the first time in a long time, Dean seemed happy. Not just content, but really, really happy.
“I meant about Chloe.”
“She’s moving in with me,” Dean said. “Here, above the garage. It’s big enough. I’m going to finish out the back so that the extra bedroom is a nursery. Sorry, but you’re probably going to have to sleep on the couch from now on.”
Sam nodded. Then he thought about the acoustics in the apartment. “Dude? Could you also maybe pad up the walls? I know I don’t want to listen to you and Chloe going at it.”
“We don’t argue that loudly,” Dean said.
Sam begged to differ. But that wasn’t really what he was talking about. “I meant when you . . . um . . .”
“When we make up?” Dean grinned. “Did I scar widdle Sammy for wife?”
“I just think there are certain things my future niece shouldn’t hear.”
“Dude, I’m totally having a boy.”
Sam shook his head. “No way. You are so having a girl.”
“How do you figure?”
“Seriously? The way you slept with half the female population in the country - before you met Chloe.”
Dean lifted his eyebrows as if to ask Sam what his point was.
“Dean - God loves irony. And he totally has a sense of humor about these things.”
“Oh for the love of--” Dean rolled his eyes. “So I’m going to have a daughter, because God has a sense of humor?”
“Oh yeah!” Sam laughed. “God totally has a sense of humor. How else would you explain the giraffe?”
Dean blinked as he puzzled that out in his head. “Sammy?”
“Yeah?”
“I think maybe we should look into bars for the nursery windows. Just - you know, because this Podunk town is so weird.”
Sam grinned again. “Whatever you say, Dean.”
Summary: First came love. Then came marriage. Then came . . . trust Dean and Chloe to get it all out of order.
Author: pen37
Fandoms: Supernatural/Smallville
Pairing:Chloe/Dean
Rating: G
Beta:Clarksmuse
Written for the Crossovers100 challenge. Prompt #48 Diamond The table is here.
Also for firstline_fic Challenges Week #18. "Next time, he was just going to call a cab and avoid this mess."
Next time he was going to call a cab and avoid this mess.
Sam was pretty used to seeing Dean beat up - when they were on a hunt. But they hadn’t been out on a hunt in several weeks.
So when he’d come by the garage to borrow the Impala and Dean met him at the door nursing a black eye, it raised his eyebrow. Dean’s expression said that he didn’t want to talk about it. So Sam didn’t push.
At least right away.
But Dean was also in a foul mood. Slamming things around, cursing under his breath. So eventually, Sam felt like he had to say something.
“What crawled up your ass and died?”
Not exactly the most loving brother bonding language. But Dean responded better to that, anyways.
“Nothing,” Dean snorted.
At least most of the time, Sam amended mentally. He rolled his eyes, sat down at the kitchen table, and started going through a case file.
“Chloe’s pregnant.”
The file slipped from his fingers. Okay, that was unexpected.
“So she hit you?”
“Not quite,” Dean rolled his eyes.
“I don’t get this,” Sam shook his head. “How can she be pregnant?”
Dean grinned mirthlessly. “Well Sammy, when a man and a woman--”
“No, doofus. I mean, didn’t you use protection?”
Dean sighed. “It’s not foolproof, Sammy.”
“But--” Sam broke off and shook his head. “She just seems so . . . responsible. I mean - she strikes me as someone who would take preventative measures.”
“She is. She was. But apparently hormone-based birth control is no match for metahuman healing abilities.” Dean shook his head. “So now we know.”
“And so she hit you?” Sam raised his eyebrows and pinned Dean with an astonished look.
“No, she hit me when I suggested that we get married.” Dean rubbed his neck and made a frustrated groan. “I just don’t get chicks.” He shook his head.
“So - what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to be a dad.” For the first time, Dean smiled a genuine smile.
Sam returned Dean’s smile with one of his own. For the first time in a long time, Dean seemed happy. Not just content, but really, really happy.
“I meant about Chloe.”
“She’s moving in with me,” Dean said. “Here, above the garage. It’s big enough. I’m going to finish out the back so that the extra bedroom is a nursery. Sorry, but you’re probably going to have to sleep on the couch from now on.”
Sam nodded. Then he thought about the acoustics in the apartment. “Dude? Could you also maybe pad up the walls? I know I don’t want to listen to you and Chloe going at it.”
“We don’t argue that loudly,” Dean said.
Sam begged to differ. But that wasn’t really what he was talking about. “I meant when you . . . um . . .”
“When we make up?” Dean grinned. “Did I scar widdle Sammy for wife?”
“I just think there are certain things my future niece shouldn’t hear.”
“Dude, I’m totally having a boy.”
Sam shook his head. “No way. You are so having a girl.”
“How do you figure?”
“Seriously? The way you slept with half the female population in the country - before you met Chloe.”
Dean lifted his eyebrows as if to ask Sam what his point was.
“Dean - God loves irony. And he totally has a sense of humor about these things.”
“Oh for the love of--” Dean rolled his eyes. “So I’m going to have a daughter, because God has a sense of humor?”
“Oh yeah!” Sam laughed. “God totally has a sense of humor. How else would you explain the giraffe?”
Dean blinked as he puzzled that out in his head. “Sammy?”
“Yeah?”
“I think maybe we should look into bars for the nursery windows. Just - you know, because this Podunk town is so weird.”
Sam grinned again. “Whatever you say, Dean.”