5 Reasons Sam Knows Chloe Is Perfect for Dean - T - Chloe/Dean, Sam - Part Five (COMPLETE)
Title: Five Reasons Sam Knows Chloe Is Perfect For Dean
Category: Smallville/Supernatural Crossover
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairing: Chloe/Dean
Word Count: 3,429
Summary: Sam Winchester has five reasons that prove Chloe Sullivan is the perfect woman for his brother Dean.
Previous: Reason I, Reason II, Reason III, Reason IV,
V. She Gets Dean To Say I Love You
In his opinion, it took far too long, but if he were to ask Dean, he'd just say Sam was seeing things that weren't there yet. He refused to admit that he'd been pining after Chloe for months. Given they share a hotel room it was hard to hide the relationship from in any capacity. So when he woke up in the middle of the night to them actually arguing while they went at it in the bed across from him, he was half happy and half disgusted. That was just not something he needed to hear.
"You're gonna wake him up!"
"I'm going to wake him?" Dean snorted. "You're the one screaming, sweetheart."
"I was not screaming... I was panting loudly." Even without seeing her, Sam knew she was rolling her eyes. "Shut up. That's so not the point right now. It is all kinds of wrong that we're doing this with Sam in the same room. What if he wakes up?"
"You know what's all kinds of wrong?" He just knew Dean's brow was lifted. "That you're talkin' about my brother while I'm inside of you."
"Is now really the time to be jealous? I told you, Sam is like my best friend."
He couldn't help but grin, even if he was listening in on a private conversation and fully aware that his brother and best friend were currently... interlocked.
"Can we not talk about Sam, right now?"
"It's hard not to when he's right-Oh! Oh, God..."
"Mm... That's better..."
And that was when he did his best to muffle Chloe's screaming/"loud panting" with the pillow over his head and fell into an uncomfortable sleep, wishing he could forget everything he just heard.
Besides Dean's advances no longer being ignored, not a lot changed in the dynamics of the team. They only had to pay for two beds again, which Dean said shouldn't have ever been an issue since he offered up half of his bed to Chloe from the beginning. And while he had to put up with their public displays of affection, he was still too happy for them to really care. The biggest and most noticeable change was in Dean; he was still the cocky, confident, devil-may-care guy he'd always been, but he wasn't as dark as he'd been becoming. While he didn't sit around and cry all day long, spilling his every deep, dark secret, he was more honest with Chloe than he'd probably ever been with anybody but Sam. And he didn't fake his happiness, it was clear that he was actually content now that he and Chloe had gotten past the denial in terms of what they shared, he was free to enjoy an actual relationship with her.
It wasn't always easy given there was a constant third party at their sides and maybe if it'd been anybody but Chloe, that would've caused serious issues in the relationship, but she welcomed Sam along with Dean. And if Dean hinted every once in awhile that he should really give Sarah Blake a call, well he was pretty sure it wasn't so much a "Go away!" as a "Find what I got, little brother." And there was more than once where his fingers hovered over the speed dial of his cell phone, wanting to call and see what she was doing, maybe take a trip out to see her and leave Dean and Chloe to their own quality time weekend. But work was never that forgiving and it was a long time before the idea of a vacation ever really had a chance.
Eleven months, three weeks and four days... That was how long it took for him to say it. He wasn't counting, he just happened to look it up after marking what day Dean finally gave in and kissed Chloe for all she was worth, effectively starting their relationship. Even if he didn't know about it until later that very uncomfortable night. And now they'd been together almost a year, which in Sam's books meant that what they had was serious and real and meant to last. Because Dean just didn't do the relationship thing, not unless he really meant it. But he hadn't said those words yet. They were implied, everybody knew that he did, but he never said them.
So while Sam was sitting at the table, searching through his computer for any weird occurrence that might lead them to their next case he was in for a big surprise.
Chloe was sprawled out on the bed, a book in one hand and the other running through Dean's hair as he rested his head in her lap, flipping through the channels on the TV. This was normal; this was a regular night between the three of them. The only change was when Dean gave him the hinting eyebrow raise that meant he should go hang out at some lame diner for a few hours while he cuddled up with Chloe in less clothing. Sam didn't mind as long as Dean remembered to give him his laptop before he shoved him out the Motel door. It was better than waking up to hear them going at it and not bothering with any worry over the volume, either.
But since he hadn't been given Dean's patented "shoo" look, he was free to kick off his boots and sit back in the chair, browsing web pages and online blogs or newspapers for any kind of weird activity. Currently, Chloe was deep into one of her romance novels, which she said were often made of so much fantasy, they got her mind off the darkness around her. Dean occasionally stole these books from her, teasing her as he read out sex scenes that were far too cheesy before then shooing Sam out of the room. His other form of teasing was to encourage her to read them aloud so he could mock it. She let him, shook her head and returned to the book.
"What's Don Juan sayin' now?" he asked abruptly, turning off the TV. He rolled over so he was facing her, his fingers playing with the them of her shirt, an old Zeppelin tee that Dean kept from what must've been his early teens, because there was no way he would've fit into it in the last decade or two.
Not bothering to question it, she began reading aloud, even drawing Sam from his task with her low voice, "He stood, ram-rod straight, glaring down at her as his broad, heaving chest seemed to remove all space between them. His eyes, dark as night, pierced her soul and left her bare in every sense of the word.
"What do you want from me?" he growled, as if the mere question itself had angered him, as if her wanting anything was against protocol.
"What can you give?" she replied, tone steady while her hands shook violently at her hips.
"You're playing with fire... I'm not the kinda man you need."
She swallowed tightly. She knew that. She should be back home, wrangling up someone who would give her everything and more, worship the very dirt she walked on, and thank his lucky stars that he'd ever found her. But here she was, staring up at a brooding man who might as well have sold his soul by now, he was so jaded by the world itself. "You're the man I want. And I get what I want..."
His eyes thinned, a sneer of stubbornness on his full lips. "What makes you so sure I want you?"
She forced a laugh from her throat, hoped he hadn't realized it was so brittle. "Tell me different."
He didn't reply which she couldn't find reason to mind when he buried his large hand in her hair, drew her up against his chest and possessed her mouth just as strongly as he did his gun or his badge. Just as quick and deep as he showed day in and day out as he hunted for justice and found it in the depths of hell itself. And she didn't stop him, prayed he never drew away. Fuck air, she'd gladly die so long as this never ended, so long as she never had to leave his arms or question her morality and the decisions she'd made. Yes, he wasn't the type of good man her mother had always wanted for her and her dad would take one look at him and ask her if she lost her mind. But he was a good, loving man, who would do nothing but keep her safe and love her to the very depths of his dark, jaded soul. And she wasn't willing to let herself search for another, not when she knew that where she was meant to be was where she currently was. In the arms of-"
"I love you."
Sam had grown so interested in the reading (not that he'd ever admit it) that Dean's voice jarred him. He turned his head, eyes wide, stared at the back of his brother's head as if he expected it to sprout something unusual.
Chloe stared down at him, closing her book and dropping it to the bed. "For some reason I always imagined I'd be feeding you pie when you said that..."
He laughed, but the tone was off... as if he was nervous by his declaration and was only chuckling to ease the awkwardness.
It was then that Sam realized that while Dean had never said those words and it was something that continued to confuse him, he hadn't even taken in the fact that Chloe hadn't said it either. He assumed that it was just her way of letting him know there was no pressure. That she didn't expect big declarations or the promise of a white picket fence. But it was now that those words pretty much had to be returned, because not saying them was sure to ruin whatever it was they had. Sam held his breath, briefly telling himself he was being a total girl. Odd that it was Dean's voice that said those words in his head.
She smiled at him, her fingers lightly stroking his temple. "Do you want me to say it back?"
Even from across the room, Sam swore he could hear his brother swallow tightly.
His voice was low, rough as he replied, "Only if you mean it."
She licked her lips, head falling to the side. "If you don't know I love you... Obviously-"
Whatever quick retort she was bound to give didn't come, because Dean had leaned up and caught her lips in his, his arm wrapping around her waist and nearly picking her right up off the bed, hauling her into his lap.
Sam grinned to himself, unplugging his laptop and closing it. Obviously, he was meant to be at a diner for the next few hours, to let them enjoy their newfound love. Grabbing his jacket and pulling on his boots, he snorted to himself as he closed the door, rolling his eyes as Dean waved his hand back as if just now telling him to get lost.
He was happy for them, he really was and as the weeks, months, years went by, he was only more and more reassured that it was simply meant to be Dean and Chloe. While Dean didn't shout his love for her at every corner, he wasn't afraid to say it anymore. He didn't get all girly about it, that just wasn't his style, but he didn't pretend he didn't have those feelings, which was a large step in itself.
"Does anything ever make it to your mouth?" Chloe wondered, wiping at his chin with a napkin.
"Love you too, sweetheart," he replied.
It was easy and lighthearted most of the time. But even when he was joking, the affection was always in his voice. Even when they were hollering at each other, arguing over this or that...
"Dean! You're being ridiculous! What was I supposed to do? That man was going to die out there if I didn't heal him!" Her chest heaved, hands on her hips, face flushed with anger.
"Yeah, I get it, poor him." He glared darkly. "But hell, Chloe, we don't know how this thing works... If you save one life too many, you might not wake up. Now how the hell am I supposed to accept that? Huh? Tell me!" He threw his arms out expectantly.
"This is our job! Saving people..." She shook her head. "We do it in different ways and yes, there's a consequence and I understand that it could be not waking up, but that doesn't mean I'm just going to stop!"
"Why? Why not?" he rasped out. "We were doin' just fine before this. People die, Chloe. We can't save ‘em all." He glared at her, his shoulders tense.
Sam stood quiet in the background, this was one subject he never interjected on. He had his opinions, but he wasn't sure it was the healing that bothered Dean so much as the dying... And he couldn't say he'd happily accept Chloe's death over some strangers... Yes, he believed that everybody deserved a chance and he'd do anything to keep someone alive, but if that meant the death of his brother or his best friend... He knew who he'd pick and it wasn't the noble choice.
"We save as many as we can!" She stared back at him, eyes wide. "If you had this ability and it was Sam out there, wouldn't you-"
"It's not the same! If it was Sam, well that's my brother," He made a face. "Not some guy in the wrong place."
"Exactly, Dean. He was just in the wrong place! Does that mean he should die for it? When I have the chance and the ability to save him?"
"If it means your life?" He lifted his shoulders, lips firm. "Then yeah, fuck him, let him die." He shook his head. "I'm not givin' you up just so some idiot can go on living his lame ass life, never knowing what you gave up for him, never doing anything that's really worth a damn. It's not worth it."
"You can't mean that." She shook her head. "You're entire life has been about saving people."
"If it means my family, then I will do everything I possibly can to keep them safe. If that means somebody else has gotta die, then I'm sorry... I'm no saint, never said I was... So if they die and you live..." He shrugged. "Well I can't feel sorry about that."
"So you'd let them die... You'd let them bleed out and leave whoever it was they loved and they would do anything for...?" Her brow furrowed.
He crossed the room, gripped her shoulders tight in his hands and stared at her. "I would do anything in my power to save some innocent from death... But if that same person can only live if you die..." He shook his head. "I won't do it. I won't let you do it." He licked his lips. "And you can hate me but I love you too damn much for that."
She shook her head, biting her lip painfully as tears filled her eyes. "You know I can't let them just die out there..."
"Yeah..." He nodded. "And you better believe I'm gonna try and stop you every damn time... And we're gonna have this fight every time you wake up..." He swallowed tightly. "If you wake up."
She stared up at him before finally wrapping her arms around him tightly. "I don't want to die... You have to know that."
He hauled her up against him and buried his face in her hair.
Sam left then, able to slip out of the room before either could notice. He wiped his eyes discreetly before pulling out his cell phone and pressing the speed dial. "Sarah? Hey... It's Sam..."
So he couldn't always agree that they were a match made in heaven. They had their ups and downs, they fought, they argued and on occasion he'd even had Dean push him over in the bed because Chloe kicked him out of theirs, but they always made up. She always took him back and he accepted that whatever happened, good or bad, he had her, through thick and thin. They made it through the little things; dingy motel rooms, bad diners, life on the road. They made it through the hard stuff; emotional turmoil, the time she "died" and stayed that way four days straight and Sam was readying the burning table, and even a demon war, where friends and innocent people were lost in the thousands. They made it through the birth of their son, Thad Samuel Winchester, and later their daughter, Grace Martha Winchester. They made it through the day the Impala just wouldn't start again, no matter what Dean did, and the day Bobby died, willing his house to them to raise up their family.
And forty years later, when Sam had children, grandchildren, and a great grandson on the way, with his wife Sarah at his side, Sam could still say he knew from the start to the very end that they were it; that Dean had finally found his equal, the woman that would stand next to him for the rest of their lives. He knew it before they did, had every reason under the sun. But the last one, the one that stood out most, were those three words that.She got him to say it; without pushing him or waiting with expectation. He just said it, when he was ready, and that's how they all knew he really meant it.
All the signs were there, all the reasoning came out right. She never took his crap; an entire lifetime could go by and she always knew how to deal with him. She was there to tell him if he needed to get away from hunting, if he was ever ready to stop, she'd support him. And if or when he picked the sawed off up again, she'd be there next to him then too. And even as they aged, married, had kids, Dean continued to be jealous. Not to the overwhelming point he'd once been, back when he didn't have the comfort of knowing that she was his, either way. But he had a tendency of staking his claim on her whenever any men so much as glanced in her direction. "He was cute, wasn't he?" she'd tease, patting his chest. And she never got in the way of their brotherhood. She encouraged it even when Sam moved a few states away, to live with Sarah and start his own happily ever after. He knew for a fact that Dean would come home in a foul mood some days only to find she'd packed his duffel bag, got his Zeppelin and Metallica tapes out and already called ahead to let Sarah know that he was coming. And he'd spend a weekend out with Sam, just relaxing and hanging out. Sarah would pack up her own bag and take a flight out to spend time with Chloe or sometimes visit her father. That way there were no interruptions during Sam/Dean time.
Most important of all in Sam's research project that was Chloe and Dean, was the last reason that made it all certain. It all came down to those five things that made Chloe perfect for Dean. And above all else, she got Dean, man of few honest and affectionate words, to say I love you. Whenever he felt like it or it was warranted, he'd say them. Mumble them in her hair, call it back to her teasingly whenever he did something she didn't approve of, vowed it when they got married, told her it a few million times when she had his son and daughter. And Sam knew how hard it was for Dean to say it, to admit to anything like that, but when it came to Chloe, the words came out, easy and right. Just another checkmark on the list of reasons Sam had been right all along. And his brother could bitch and complain all he wanted about how Sam was some girly romantic at heart, but in the end, he was just happy that his brother had been right... That Chloe really was the perfect woman for him. ‘Cause, really? Who else would put up with him this long?
The End
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