I Promise - NC17 - Chloe/Dean - Part 10/10 - COMPLETE!
Title: I Promise
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/Angst/Drama
Category: Smallville/Supernatural [Crossover]
Pairing: Chloe/Dean
Summary: A Winchester's word was as good as gold and if Dean promised to free her, he would.
Previous: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX,
I Promise
X - Epilogue
"Okay, seriously... I want my own room," Sam announced, throwing his arms up. "No offense, Chlo, but really... Hearing you guys go at it every single night... I'm liable to go crazy." He nodded, his expression both comical and serious. "It's been three weeks, is there no off button?"
Dean laughed. "Hey, just because you can't get any..."
"That is not the issue!" his brother replied hotly.
"Yeah," Chloe piped in, grinning. "We all know the waitress at the last stop would've gladly taken Sam into the back."
Sam glowered. "She was three times my age, twice my size, and..." He cleared his throat. "I felt dirty whenever she looked at me."
Chloe at least tried to hide her laughter, Dean on the other hand nearly bust a gut.
Sam sighed, looking annoyed and slightly amused. "Shut up," he muttered, shaking his head before he looked away.
While people were still on the look out for a pretty blonde prison escapee, they were doing just fine on the run. Deacon had called; he was in the clear. It wasn't his fault there was a guard shortage that night. He was only doing his job. He told them to be careful though; a lot of people were looking into her sudden breakout from prison. But they were used to staying under the radar and didn't have much trouble as long as they stayed away from Kansas for awhile. Which was fine given their hunts seemed to be a few states away. Chloe was officially part of the team, training with the two brothers when they weren't hunting and helping with research when they were. She wasn't yet allowed in the field, but soon... maybe... When Dean was sure she wasn't going to get her head torn off. Healing ability or not, he wasn't risking a beheading just to see how far her meta-human thing could go.
They were on their way to the next suspicious death and it was Sam's turn to ride in the back, so of course he was being a bitch about it. Apparently he didn't like being ignored and he really wasn't enjoying the suddenly swervy ride. All right, so Dean had been a little distracted with Chloe kissing his neck and maybe he hadn't paid as much attention to the road as he should, but whatever. They were on the outskirts of town, the Motel nearby which is probably why Sammy had his panties in a wad.
"It's not safe for separate rooms," Dean reminded, glancing at his little brother through the mirror. He was a little annoyed the kissing had stopped. Chloe had moved back over to sit on her side of the seat, instead of leaning into him like she was. So the ride got a little bumpy a few times and he probably should've at least given the reigns over to Sam and just enjoyed some fun in the backseat. He kinda enjoyed having both; his baby and his girl. Then again, Chloe and her wandering hands might just get his Impala wrapped around a tree. So maybe it was good she wasn't touching him anymore.
He scowled; he couldn't make up his mind.
"So we'll get a room that has a joining door," Sam practically whined, leaning forward. He looked at Chloe as though she'd be the voice of reason and she smiled slightly.
"It is kind of mean to him," she admitted, lifting a brow at Dean.
He sighed. "Bitch."
"Jerk," Sam replied with a grin.
Chloe rolled her eyes, smiling lightly.
They passed a sign telling them their next exit was coming up and Dean pressed down on the accelerator a little more. He glanced out of the corner of his eye to see Sam and Chloe talking. She was turned in her seat, her knees drawn up, shoes kicked off, feet against Dean's thigh, toes randomly wiggling as if to let him know she noticed him. She'd gotten real comfortable in the last few weeks. The harsh darkness of prison had slowly worn away some and she wasn't nearly as jumpy or suspicious of everyone. She didn't mind them walking behind her anymore; for awhile there she couldn't handle anybody standing at her back, it made her feel vulnerable. She didn't wake up every time he got out of bed, either. Which was good, considering before he could barely move and she'd be up and alert and looking around for trouble. The wounded and terrified look in her eyes made him hate the FBI and everybody who left her in that prison as long as she was. But it was good to see her coming back; to see her relaxing more and getting back to her tenacious and snarky roots.
The battle wasn't over; it never was. While she was out of prison, she'd forever be on the run. Worked out well that she was with them, but he wondered if eventually she might get tired of the life. It wasn't easy; they dealt with death every day; other people's and often their own or each other's. He knew he now had another back to watch, another soul to worry about. As much as he loved his brother, it was hard worrying every day that today might be the day the demons get him or he just doesn't make it through the next hunt. But Sammy had practice behind him; he was a good hunter with quick reflexes and a sharp mind. Chloe was a former reporter with a better handle on the computer than anything supernatural. Point in fact, she usually wound up injured or near death because of crap like this and he wasn't looking forward to bringing her into a hospital only to have to break her out before the FBI got her. So for now, she'd stay behind the laptop, with a ring of salt around her and every protection symbol he could think of. They'd train her when they had the time, until she was so ready even Sam was saying she should join a hunt, and then, only then, would he let her into the field.
"So what do we have boys?" Chloe asked, nodding up toward the sign welcoming them to the city.
Sam grinned. "Well..."
Dean felt her toes nudge him and a smile quirked his lips. Life wasn't so bad. He made a promise, he kept it, and now he had what Sam dubbed "the girl of his dreams." He wasn't going to admit to any girly crap like that but maybe he wasn't as unlucky as he once thought. His life had a tendency of screwing him over but for just now, he was doing all right.
He glanced at Chloe who was nodding to what Sam was saying. She looked up, as if feeling her eyes on him and she smiled slowly, suggestively. Her eyes darkened and he felt his chest clench just a little bit. It took getting used to, seeing those words in her eyes, a declaration he rarely made. He hadn't said it back, but she always looked like she knew anyway and she didn't mind waiting. He hoped she saw it in his eyes; the promise that one day he was going to say it. He was a Winchester and while he might not be as normal as they come, his word was always kept. And he promised to tell her just how much he loved her; when the time was right, when he didn't feel like he was a complete pussy for admitting it. Probably when Sam was out on one of his "I'm emo and I need to think by myself" walks. Or maybe when she was so exhausted she barely heard him; where he'd worked that curvy little body of hers to just about passing out. Then he wouldn't have to see that knowing smirk of hers.
She winked at him and he tore his eyes away and back to the road. There was a motel up ahead, the vacancy sign blinking. He'd get a head start on exhausting her and see if the words came. If not, hell, it wasn't like he was losing anything in the end. And just to be a good guy, he'd get Sammy his own room. Not that it would matter; they were thin walls and Chloe was very vocal. He smirked and parked his Impala, digging around for his wallet for one of his many fake credit cards. It was just another day, like any other, but today he felt kinda good about being him. He'd never have the normal life; with the picket fence and the minivan (thankfully). But he had everything he needed. His baby, his brother, his girl, and a lifetime to make every son of a bitch that had a hand in fucking him over pay with their life. He smirked. It was going to be one helluva ride.
END
Author's Note: Yay! I've finished! I'm abnormally happy to have this out here. Mostly because I wrote it in about two days and whenever I finish something I just want it all out, that way I can get feedback on everything immediately. But I took my time posting for full effect and I hope you guys enjoed this. I have another Chloe/Dean story that 3/5ths done and I will be posting the first part in a few days. Thanks for reading - I hope you enjoyed this as much as I loved writing it! Reviews are sustenance, readers! Luv yas - Fina!
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/Angst/Drama
Category: Smallville/Supernatural [Crossover]
Pairing: Chloe/Dean
Summary: A Winchester's word was as good as gold and if Dean promised to free her, he would.
Previous: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX,
I Promise
X - Epilogue
"Okay, seriously... I want my own room," Sam announced, throwing his arms up. "No offense, Chlo, but really... Hearing you guys go at it every single night... I'm liable to go crazy." He nodded, his expression both comical and serious. "It's been three weeks, is there no off button?"
Dean laughed. "Hey, just because you can't get any..."
"That is not the issue!" his brother replied hotly.
"Yeah," Chloe piped in, grinning. "We all know the waitress at the last stop would've gladly taken Sam into the back."
Sam glowered. "She was three times my age, twice my size, and..." He cleared his throat. "I felt dirty whenever she looked at me."
Chloe at least tried to hide her laughter, Dean on the other hand nearly bust a gut.
Sam sighed, looking annoyed and slightly amused. "Shut up," he muttered, shaking his head before he looked away.
While people were still on the look out for a pretty blonde prison escapee, they were doing just fine on the run. Deacon had called; he was in the clear. It wasn't his fault there was a guard shortage that night. He was only doing his job. He told them to be careful though; a lot of people were looking into her sudden breakout from prison. But they were used to staying under the radar and didn't have much trouble as long as they stayed away from Kansas for awhile. Which was fine given their hunts seemed to be a few states away. Chloe was officially part of the team, training with the two brothers when they weren't hunting and helping with research when they were. She wasn't yet allowed in the field, but soon... maybe... When Dean was sure she wasn't going to get her head torn off. Healing ability or not, he wasn't risking a beheading just to see how far her meta-human thing could go.
They were on their way to the next suspicious death and it was Sam's turn to ride in the back, so of course he was being a bitch about it. Apparently he didn't like being ignored and he really wasn't enjoying the suddenly swervy ride. All right, so Dean had been a little distracted with Chloe kissing his neck and maybe he hadn't paid as much attention to the road as he should, but whatever. They were on the outskirts of town, the Motel nearby which is probably why Sammy had his panties in a wad.
"It's not safe for separate rooms," Dean reminded, glancing at his little brother through the mirror. He was a little annoyed the kissing had stopped. Chloe had moved back over to sit on her side of the seat, instead of leaning into him like she was. So the ride got a little bumpy a few times and he probably should've at least given the reigns over to Sam and just enjoyed some fun in the backseat. He kinda enjoyed having both; his baby and his girl. Then again, Chloe and her wandering hands might just get his Impala wrapped around a tree. So maybe it was good she wasn't touching him anymore.
He scowled; he couldn't make up his mind.
"So we'll get a room that has a joining door," Sam practically whined, leaning forward. He looked at Chloe as though she'd be the voice of reason and she smiled slightly.
"It is kind of mean to him," she admitted, lifting a brow at Dean.
He sighed. "Bitch."
"Jerk," Sam replied with a grin.
Chloe rolled her eyes, smiling lightly.
They passed a sign telling them their next exit was coming up and Dean pressed down on the accelerator a little more. He glanced out of the corner of his eye to see Sam and Chloe talking. She was turned in her seat, her knees drawn up, shoes kicked off, feet against Dean's thigh, toes randomly wiggling as if to let him know she noticed him. She'd gotten real comfortable in the last few weeks. The harsh darkness of prison had slowly worn away some and she wasn't nearly as jumpy or suspicious of everyone. She didn't mind them walking behind her anymore; for awhile there she couldn't handle anybody standing at her back, it made her feel vulnerable. She didn't wake up every time he got out of bed, either. Which was good, considering before he could barely move and she'd be up and alert and looking around for trouble. The wounded and terrified look in her eyes made him hate the FBI and everybody who left her in that prison as long as she was. But it was good to see her coming back; to see her relaxing more and getting back to her tenacious and snarky roots.
The battle wasn't over; it never was. While she was out of prison, she'd forever be on the run. Worked out well that she was with them, but he wondered if eventually she might get tired of the life. It wasn't easy; they dealt with death every day; other people's and often their own or each other's. He knew he now had another back to watch, another soul to worry about. As much as he loved his brother, it was hard worrying every day that today might be the day the demons get him or he just doesn't make it through the next hunt. But Sammy had practice behind him; he was a good hunter with quick reflexes and a sharp mind. Chloe was a former reporter with a better handle on the computer than anything supernatural. Point in fact, she usually wound up injured or near death because of crap like this and he wasn't looking forward to bringing her into a hospital only to have to break her out before the FBI got her. So for now, she'd stay behind the laptop, with a ring of salt around her and every protection symbol he could think of. They'd train her when they had the time, until she was so ready even Sam was saying she should join a hunt, and then, only then, would he let her into the field.
"So what do we have boys?" Chloe asked, nodding up toward the sign welcoming them to the city.
Sam grinned. "Well..."
Dean felt her toes nudge him and a smile quirked his lips. Life wasn't so bad. He made a promise, he kept it, and now he had what Sam dubbed "the girl of his dreams." He wasn't going to admit to any girly crap like that but maybe he wasn't as unlucky as he once thought. His life had a tendency of screwing him over but for just now, he was doing all right.
He glanced at Chloe who was nodding to what Sam was saying. She looked up, as if feeling her eyes on him and she smiled slowly, suggestively. Her eyes darkened and he felt his chest clench just a little bit. It took getting used to, seeing those words in her eyes, a declaration he rarely made. He hadn't said it back, but she always looked like she knew anyway and she didn't mind waiting. He hoped she saw it in his eyes; the promise that one day he was going to say it. He was a Winchester and while he might not be as normal as they come, his word was always kept. And he promised to tell her just how much he loved her; when the time was right, when he didn't feel like he was a complete pussy for admitting it. Probably when Sam was out on one of his "I'm emo and I need to think by myself" walks. Or maybe when she was so exhausted she barely heard him; where he'd worked that curvy little body of hers to just about passing out. Then he wouldn't have to see that knowing smirk of hers.
She winked at him and he tore his eyes away and back to the road. There was a motel up ahead, the vacancy sign blinking. He'd get a head start on exhausting her and see if the words came. If not, hell, it wasn't like he was losing anything in the end. And just to be a good guy, he'd get Sammy his own room. Not that it would matter; they were thin walls and Chloe was very vocal. He smirked and parked his Impala, digging around for his wallet for one of his many fake credit cards. It was just another day, like any other, but today he felt kinda good about being him. He'd never have the normal life; with the picket fence and the minivan (thankfully). But he had everything he needed. His baby, his brother, his girl, and a lifetime to make every son of a bitch that had a hand in fucking him over pay with their life. He smirked. It was going to be one helluva ride.
END
Author's Note: Yay! I've finished! I'm abnormally happy to have this out here. Mostly because I wrote it in about two days and whenever I finish something I just want it all out, that way I can get feedback on everything immediately. But I took my time posting for full effect and I hope you guys enjoed this. I have another Chloe/Dean story that 3/5ths done and I will be posting the first part in a few days. Thanks for reading - I hope you enjoyed this as much as I loved writing it! Reviews are sustenance, readers! Luv yas - Fina!