Stuck With You - NC17 - Chloe/Dean - Part 3/5
Title: Stuck With You
Category: Smallville/Supernatural [Crossover]
Rating: NC17
Genre: Romance/Humor/Drama
Pairing: Chloe/Dean
Summary: Love at first confinement.
Previous: Part I - First Meetings, Part II - We Meet Again,
Stuck With You
3/5
III - Resistance Is Futile
The officer shoved him into the cell, shaking his head at his mouthy demeanor. Why was it always him that was picked up by the cops in these instances? Sammy was always hidden away, with nothing to prove he did anything wrong.
"Hey," Dean exclaimed, shrugging his shoulders to get his jacket back in place. "Where's my phone call?"
The officer sniggered, walking off with a smug smirk.
"Damn it," he muttered, slapping the bars of the cell before stepping away. The room was fairly empty except for the public toilet and the bench lining the wall. It was a small town and he was pretty sure it was the only cell in the whole joint, which was probably why there was a woman laid out on the other side of the cell, using the bench as her own bed. Her legs were crossed at the ankle, her arms tucked beneath her head as she slumbered face up. Either she'd spent a lot of time in jail cells and wasn't afraid of who else might be brought in or she had an underdeveloped sense of fear.
He walked closer slowly, head tipped to the side. She looked slightly familiar, but that was from twenty or so feet away.
"Five more feet and I'm going to make you wear your intestines like a scarf," she called out lazily.
His brow furrowed. "Chloe?" he asked with amusement.
Her eyes opened and her head tipped to the side. "No... Way..."
He laughed, shaking his head. "It is you."
"Okay, either you're stalking me, which to be honest wouldn't be the first time, or the universe is playing some kind of cosmic joke on me." She lifted her brows, staring at him quizzically.
"Not the stalking type," he said with a shrug. "Got caught using a bad credit card... They didn't believe I was Achmed Archibald."
She snorted, shaking her head at him as she lifted her hands to cover her mouth. "Are you serious?"
"What?" He glanced down at himself. "I could be an Achmed."
She lifted her brow.
"All right, so it wasn't the best name..." He frowned, moving to sit down on the bench adjacent to her. "What got you in here?"
"Apparently I asked one too many questions, so they called it interfering with an on-going investigation and put me in here to get me out of their hair." She lifted a shoulder. "They can only hold me twenty-four hours."
He nodded. "How long's it been?"
She sighed. "Twelve and a half." She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "Did you have a job here or just passing through?"
"Job's in the next city. I was hungry... Got sloppy, used the wrong card and... here I am." He looked around the cell with a frown. "Cozy, isn't it?"
She snorted. "Yeah, a real five star joint."
"Hey, I've been in worse!"
She licked her lips, eyes falling. "Yeah, me too..." Her eyes took on a haunted look.
"How long?" he asked, head falling to one side.
She glanced up at him, letting out a long sigh. "Wow, uh... Four months before my pricy lawyers got me off." She smiled slightly, to cover the wince on her face. "High security woman's prison... The DDS didn't trust me too much."
"DDS?" His brows lifted. "That some lamer version of the FBI?"
"The Department of Domestic Security," she said with a sigh. "And seeing as they put me away for terrorism, I'd say they weren't exactly powerless."
"Terrorism," he repeated, eyes widening slightly. "Wow, when you go down, you go down big, huh?"
She chuckled, nodding.
"But you got out."
"Yeah, after a lot of red tape and bargaining and expensive lawyers." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Walking out of that prison was without a doubt, one of the most freeing experiences of my life."
"Yeah, when I broke out of Green River, it felt pretty good."
She looked over at him with a grin. "You broke out of Green River County Detention Center?"
"I had a little help," he admitted, nodding.
She shook her head. "Unbelievable."
"I'm a man of many wonders," he said, smirking.
"Yeah, and one of those is a very large ego."
"That's not the only-"
She covered his mouth with her hand, her eyes thinning warningly. "Don't finish that sentence," she told him, shaking her head. Her eyes widened and she tore her hand away, laughing in disbelief. "Did you just lick my hand?"
"Hey, some situations call for dirty play!" His brows rose for emphasis.
She chuckled, turning away from him and crossing her arms over her chest. "Only me... This could only happen to me."
"You'd be surprised how regular a day like this is for me," he told her. "Well," he shrugged, "aside from the former-superhero thing. I don't usually run into chicks like you."
"They might stick around and introduce themselves if you didn't call them chicks," she told him, rolling her eyes.
He grinned. "Maybe," he allowed. "So," he said, changing the subject, "How's that find-myself-road-trip goin'?"
She looked over at him with a defeated expression, waggling her hand side to side in a so-so gesture. "I've found that despite how much I try to get away from anything of my former life, I keep getting into the same old situations."
"Yeah? Like what?"
"Like the last time we saw each other and this time..." She shook her head, laughing slightly. "I just can't turn it off... The wonder and the curiosity and the desire..." She inhaled deeply. "I guess I can't be a normal, every day person either. I spend too much of my life looking for excitement, for another story or adventure. I just..." She shook her head, eyes falling. "I'm destined to be surrounded by the weird."
He nodded. "It's not so bad."
She looked over at him, a brow cocked in disbelief.
"Hey! I'm totally weird!"
She laughed. "You say it like it's an accomplishment."
"Took a long time to get this weird," he told her, dramatically boastful.
She smiled, letting out a soft sigh and relaxing slightly. "Thanks..."
"I didn't do it for you... After all, I'm gonna be stuck in here with you for another..." He turned his eyes up in thought. "Hell, I hate math. Anyway, I'd rather hang out with someone less emo than my brother, so perk up."
She laughed, rolling her eyes at him. "All right... Truth or dare?"
"Seriously?" His brows lifted. "What is this a slumber party?" He smirked. "Where's the feather filled pillows and skimpy pajamas?"
She snorted. "Maybe next time, hot shot. Now choose... Unless you're scared?" She smirked challengingly.
"Yeah, demons and ghosts are nothing, but Truth or Dare... Ooh..." He licked his lips. "All right... Truth."
"Okay..." She thinned her eyes and chewed her lip. "If you had to go normal... Do you think you could give up your car?"
"NO!" He shook his head seriously. "Give up my baby? Are you crazy!? Never."
She laughed, nodding. "All right, all right, don't cry. You can keep your car."
"Blasphemy," he muttered, staring at her oddly. "Truth or dare?"
"Hmm... Dare," she chose. She lifted a finger. "Nothing too disgusting though." She looked around her surroundings suspiciously. "On second thought..."
"Spoilsport," he teased. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation, a gleam in his eye. "I dare you to call the guard over and sing Papa Don't Preach!" He grinned, lifting his brows.
She shook her head, sighing as she stood up. "Madonna, Dean? Really?"
He frowned, motioning for her to go over and complete her task.
"All right, all right!" She stepped up to the bars. "GUARD!"
His brows rose, a chuckle escaping him. He didn't really think she'd do it. The next few hours were going to be interesting.
Truth or dare wound down about an hour later, when the guards stopped answering their calls, knowing what they were up to. It stayed more to the playful end of things and he probably wouldn't admit it, but it was refreshing. She was goofy and she didn't hold back; he liked how free she looked as she did the most absurd dance he'd ever seen in his life. The flush of her cheeks and the messy way her hair fell around her made her look beautiful; she kinda glowed in their dank surroundings. He didn't get sappy though, didn't want to think about how seeing her these last three times were a few of the greatest highlights in his life. ‘Cause she wasn't like the women he'd known in his life, she was easy to like and had that balance of wit, weird, and wonder. He laughed deeper with her, from the pit of his belly, and he liked that feeling, hadn't felt it in way too long. Which probably meant it wasn't gonna last; the good things never do.
"If you knew my cousin Lois, you'd know I'd pretty much be up to anything. She's not the least bit shy and she loves Truth or Dare," she told him with a laugh as she fell back to the bench.
The sun had set and now the cell was lit only with the dim fluorescent lights above them. Another guy had been brought in but he sat on the other side of the cell, curled up in a ball and pointedly ignoring them. They made sure to keep quiet enough not to let him hear anything they were saying though; last thing they needed was some drunk guy shouting about demons and resurrections; pointing them out to the small town police and putting the stigma of Satanists on them.
"One more," she said, turning toward him and perching her chin on her hand. "Truth or Dare?"
"Truth," he chose.
"What happens in ten or twenty years? When age catches up and you're not quite as quick as you used to be? Do you go down as a hunter or give retirement a try?" she wondered, looking up at him from intense green eyes.
He blew out a heavy breath, leaning back against the brick wall. He rubbed the back of his head, mouth twisted in a frown. "Uh, well... If I last that long, I guess... I'd keep going." He nodded. "Keep hunting, fighting, whatever... Retirement is so... not me," he said with a chuckle.
"So no kids? No family or wife or any of that?" she asked, lifting a brow.
"W-Wife," he repeated, eyes widening. "That's more of Sam's life than mine. I..." He licked his lips, turning his eyes away. "I don't think I'd make a great husband. I'm not really... the type."
"Because there are so many requirements," she murmured. "Let's see..." She lifted her hand, her thumb up and the rest of her fingers curled against her palm. "Monogamous... Same thing as loyal, that's one... Loving, which you are, even if you have trouble expressing it." She lifted a second finger. "Protective, family oriented, strong - another three for three." She tipped her head. "Understanding... Given your life and profession, I'm pretty sure there are few things you wouldn't understand. Trustworthy, honest, patient... Maybe not that last one..." She lifted her shoulder. "I dunno, I think you're doing pretty good here."
"Yeah, now all I need is an unusual woman to fill the wife spot. She's gotta be pretty damn understanding herself. Enjoy long nights of hunting demons and anything else supernatural. She's gotta have a pretty open mind when it comes to where she'll be sleeping any given day... Has to love road trips and... You know, home cooked meals are pretty much nil." He frowned, inhaling a deep breath through clenched teeth. "You think there's a dating service out there for hunters?"
She laughed, shaking her head. "See, I don't think you want to reveal all of that to her on the first date." She lifted a shoulder. "Let her fall in love, ensnare her with that charm of yours and hey, if you're lucky, she'll be so in love, she won't have it in her to give you up for fresh sheets and a full fridge."
He smiled, nodding. Swallowing tightly, he glanced up at her. She sat back against the wall, her arms wrapped around herself, chin tilted downward, a small smile curving her lips. Her eyes still danced with humor. "Would you?"
She looked over at him, brows furrowing. "Would I what?"
"Give up all that for a guy?" He stared at her questioningly, watching her expression for any sign of a lie. He wanted honesty; not a reassuring pat on the shoulder. Because he was pretty sure any chance he had of normalcy, of having that girl was pretty much shot. He was doomed to a life or one night stands and demon blood on his hands.
She sighed, leaning forward slightly, her expression scrunching up as she really thought it through. It seemed like forever before she finally answered and he barely held back his impatient sigh. "I think... I would," she said, nodding. "If I loved him... I mean really, really loved him..." She smiled. "Then what's a lifetime of crappy motels and bad diner food?" She shrugged, turning her eyes toward him.
His stomach squirmed, heart clenching in his chest. His first thought was demon possession, but he realized the ridiculousness of that assessment as soon as she smiled and his stomach flopped. Yeah... If he wasn't in love with her the first time he met her in that old self-locking room, he was pretty sure he just fell.
"But a guy like that is hard to find," she added, turning her gaze away. "Rare..." She shook her head. "Trust me, I've known just about every guy you could think of... Meteor infected, possessed, true-blue heroes..." She chuckled lightly, almost sadly. "And they'll love you for a time, but just as soon as that statuesque brunette walks by and bats her eyes, they're drooling over her and you're nothing but a good friend to awkwardly apologize too."
"Wow," he snorted. "Thanks soap opera Suzie."
She laughed, turning back to him. "Sorry... A few bad relationships and suddenly I'm spewing the 10 Things I Hate About You rant."
"Only ten?"
She grinned, shaking her head before lifting her knees up and hugging them against her chest. "I'd ask you about your relationships, but I have a feeling they don't last long."
He snorted. "I've had one or two that made it past the overnight thing," he told her, lifting a brow. "Uh..." He sighed. "I had a girlfriend once... Told her all about my life; demon hunting and all..."
"She ran?" She looked up at him without pity, just understanding.
"Uh, not exactly..." He frowned. "She broke up with me, decided I was either crazy or trying to dump her in an... unconventional way." He shook his head. "I saw her later... You know, when it became obvious I was telling the truth..."
"When she had a little demon problem of her own?" She nodded, eyes falling.
"Yeah, apparently it's a good reunion excuse." He laughed bitterly. "Anyway it didn't work out..." He lifted a shoulder. "Guess it was for the best."
Her brows furrowed. "Why's that?"
He smirked. "Well if I'd stayed with her, you and me would never have our chance."
She laughed, eyes widening. "Still singing that tune, huh?"
"Face it sweetheart, fate is telling you you're stuck with me."
She snorted. "Fate is delusional."
He laughed. "You'll come around."
"We'll see," she said, resting her chin on her knees. "Tell me about your brother," she asked.
"Sammy? Uh... He's..." He grinned. "He's a geek. Smart and loyal and... A little brother." He shrugged. "He was gonna be this big shot lawyer, you know? Instead of following in the family footsteps. But uh... His girlfriend... She got... She went out like my mom did," he admitted, voice quieting. He flexed his jaw, disliking the emotion that clogged his throat. "He was on a vengeance kick after that... Law school wasn't exactly the first thing on his mind, so... He picked up the sawed off and the rest is history, I guess..."
"Why do I get the feeling this history is filled with a whole lot of despair?" she murmured, eyes set on him.
He turned to her, lips quirking with a sad smile. "Best word to describe my family, I guess." He turned his gaze downward. "I died, so my dad traded his life for me." He swallowed tightly. "Year later, Sam dies. And I didn't have a choice, you know... I needed him... So, I brought him back..." He ran a hand over his face, glaring down at the floor. "Crossroad demon - made a deal with the devil." He laughed hollowly. "Gave me one year then I was off to hell..." He shook his head. "Came back though." He nodded, licking his lips slowly. "Then it was right back to hell on earth." He motioned around him. "And here I am." He let his arms fall back to his lap, hunched forward and just shook his head. There was a reason he didn't bring this crap up; it just made him feel worse.
She reached out, her hand falling to his forearm, palm gliding down until she was holding his hand. He suppressed a shiver; guys just didn't shiver. Her hand was soft against the calloused texture of his; pale compared to the tan of his skin. His hand swamped hers, so much larger than the slender hand that fit comfortably in his grip. She threaded her fingers with his, held on tightly and brought their twined hands to sit in her lap. She didn't say anything, didn't force him to talk about it anymore than he did, she just held onto his hand, stroking it with her thumb, and that was more than enough.
"What's your family like?" he asked after a significant pause. It wasn't uncomfortable, which was weird. If they'd been in the Impala, he would've reached for the tunes already. But he'd been fine with the silence, for once. Didn't look for something harsh or sarcastic to say; just let it be.
"My dad works a lot, I don't see him too much," she said, still holding his hand in hers. "I don't have any siblings, just a couple of cousins; Lois and Lucy. Lois though... She's like a sister. She's my best friend and my sister all rolled into one. She's..." She shook her head. "Outgoing and interesting and fun and hilarious..." She licked her lips. "She's an investigative reporter for, uh, the Daily Planet now... And she's married to my other best friend, Clark Kent." She swallowed tightly. "So in the end, I guess she got the life I always wanted." She lifted a shoulder. "That's how it goes though, right? Guess I shouldn't put so much stock in dreams. Turns out nightmares are more real than most think."
He looked over to her, inexplicably annoyed to see she was upset. "So this cousin took your job and apparently the guy you wanted... And she's still your best friend and sister? I woulda kicked Sam's ass if he did that to me!" He frowned.
She shrugged, smiling slightly. "He loves her and she loves him and... I should've given up fighting for him a long time ago..." She shook her head. "He was the guy who always broke my heart. No matter how many times I was there for him... There was always some other girl who was more important, more beautiful, more... everything." She sighed. "And like I said before, I thought the DP was where I wanted to be but... it wasn't. Either I couldn't cut it or I was meant for something else and I just didn't know it." Her other hand covered theirs in her lap and he felt her fingers tracing his knuckles, drawing a pattern he couldn't see. "In the end, she's family. I want her to be happy, I want him to be happy, and if that's together, then..."
"Bullshit," he said, shaking his head. "Deep down, you wanna tear their heads off and beat ‘em together."
She laughed. "Maybe a little," she conceded.
"Good. That's normal!" he told her. "Even if you were meant for something else, you probably spent a lot of time on that Daily Planet thing... She had to know that and she still took it." He shook his head. "Messed up."
She nodded before smiling at him. "Look at you, Dr. Dean."
He rolled his eyes, scowling at her slightly.
She leaned over and bumped him with her shoulder before falling quiet once more. She yawned, shivering slightly against the cool surroundings of the jail cell.
He let go of her hand, surprised and a little bolstered to find resistance and then shrugged his leather jacket off. He passed it over to her, smirking at her raised brows. "Oh, I don't-"
"Take it," he told her firmly. "You're cold, it's warm... Not a lot to think about here."
She frowned at him, but pulled his jacket on around her. It swamped her, but she hugged it around her and sighed, her face melting happily as she was surrounded by his leftover warmth. She leaned back against the wall, her eyes falling closed for a minute as she gave a little shiver of content. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice lower than usual.
He cleared his throat. "Yeah, sure."
"Smells like motor oil, smoke, and..." She looked over at him for a second before leaning over, face falling to the side of his neck. She inhaled at the crook where his neck bet his shoulder and his eyes fell closed as he felt her body press into him. Her breasts brushed against his chest, one of her hands falling to his thigh to hold herself up, and her nose nuzzled his neck just slightly.
"You," she murmured, her hot breath skittering over his throat.
He swallowed tightly. "Huh?" he asked, a little dazed.
She drew back, grinning up at him. She was still leaned in enough to distract him, her hand warm atop his jeans. "Motor oil, smoke, and you," she said, nodding her head down to the jacket.
"That good or bad?" he asked, suddenly wanting to sniff himself to make sure he wasn't rank.
"Good," she assured with a short nod.
He grinned slowly. "So what do I smell like?"
She smiled, licking her lips slowly, drawing his eyes down to her mouth. "A little of this, a little of that... Kinda spicy, woodsy... The open road mixed with freedom and a sense of right."
"Didn't know they were scents," he said quietly, staring into her eyes. Was she getting closer or was he seeing things?
She leaned in, inhaled slowly, her mouth so close he could almost kiss her. "They are now."
His lips twitched with a grin that faded as soon as he slanted his mouth across hers. She moaned, her hand tightening around his thigh and his hand buried in her hair, cupping the back of her neck, drawing her closer. She moved in closer and his arm wrapped around her, pulling her into his lap until she was straddling it. His back pressed against the brick wall, it felt cold against his skin but he couldn't spare the second to think about it as her fingers were running through his hair and down his neck, her touch radiating a heat that warmed him from head to toe. He slid his arms beneath the cover of his jacket to run his hands up her warm back and curvy sides.
Her lips were hot, her tongue sweet; back and forth, their mouths slanted together. Air was forgotten for the feeling of completion that came with each kiss. They were impatient and hard at first; filled with a passion that had been forced to sit and wait. That first kiss had him on edge; had him thinking about her more than he liked to admit. And their last meeting was filled with a hope for next time; one that he told himself he didn't put any stock in. He shouldn't want a woman that was never going to be anything more than a passer-by in his life. She wasn't a hunter; she was just another person out in the big bad world that knew what was there and battled it when the time came. She was out searching for herself and who was he kidding? She wasn't going to find that missing part of her with him? Fate was just being a bitch; dangling more ‘what ifs' and ‘wish I could have's' in front of him again, only to take it away when he got too deep.
He should stop kissing her, screw his head on straight and tell her she was right, he wasn't what she needed or deserved. But she felt so good. His hands slid up beneath her shirt, fingers spreading out along her back. Her skin was even softer than he expected. He followed the curve of her spine as her body arched into him, her front pressing tightly against him. Their kissing slowed down, becoming lingering and slow, the heat still palpable but the sensations more pronounced. She broke away from his mouth, trailing hotly down his jaw. She kissed around the back of his ear and down his neck, her nose grazing him lightly. She suckled and nipped around his Adam's apple, nibbling his skin and laving it with her tongue. She fell lower, mouth sliding along the collar of his shirt, teeth grazing his chest. He felt her hands at his waist, slide beneath his shirt and run up and along the contours of his stomach. The cold air made his gut clench, the warmth of her hands filled his head with a haze.
His hands slid around to her hips, squeezed them lightly before gliding upward, following the curves of her body. He felt the swell of her breasts against his palms and his hands stopped, thumb stroking the revealed flesh not encased in her lacy bra. She leaned into his touch, her mouth moving back upward, her kisses becoming more heated. He slid his full hand across her breast before maneuvering his palm beneath the cup of her bra. As his rough hand fell to cup her entirely, she jumped, legs squeezing him as her taut nipple was rubbed. He massaged her breast, fingers kneading at her soft but firm peak. His thumb swiped back and forth against her nipple, making her jump and squirm against him. The movement of her hips was bringing his lap to quick attention. He could feel himself hardening, his jeans getting tight.
Her mouth finally met his once more, slanting over it hotly. Her hands slid up behind him, spreading along his back, fingers pressing deeply against his shoulder blades. "We should..." she said in between a kiss, "stop." She moaned into his mouth, her tongue tangling with his. "We're in a..." He nibbled her lips, lightly bit her tongue. "Jail cell," she reminded. He could feel her hands loosening on his back, her hips slowing down, and while he didn't want to stop, ever, he knew she was right. He slid his hand from her bra, moved it back into place and then drew his hands out, not without fully caressing her curves once more though. His arms wrapped low on her waist while hers slid out from his shirt and fell around his shoulders, fingers weaving into his hair once more.
Their panting breaths mingled as their kisses slowed to lingering pecks, eyes opening to stare at one another. She licked her lips, her nose touching his. "Well... First time I ever made out in a jail cell."
He grinned. "Me too," he said, lifting a brow. "Huh and here I thought I got all those firsts outta the way a long time ago."
"Yeah, well your last celly was probably a large man with an angry disposition."
He chuckled. "Yeah, he wasn't the most cheerful of guys."
She smiled, leaning forward and pressing one last drawn out kiss to his mouth before she pulled back and lifted herself off his lap. She sat back down beside him stretched her legs out, giving a long yawn. She blinked slowly, rubbing her face with her hand. He found himself yawning but tried to stave it off. He hardly ever saw her, the last thing he wanted to do was spend his time sleeping.
"How long you been awake?"
"Two or three days," she admitted, lifting a shoulder. "A lot of driving and then getting thrown in here wasn't exactly conducive to a good nights sleep."
He nodded. Now that he really looked at her, he realized her eyes were ringed with dark circles and while still just as snarky as ever, her body was slumped slightly; exhaustion. "Get some sleep, I'll be look out," he offered.
She looked up at him with a half-smile. "Yeah?"
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah."
She laughed lightly before moving down the bench to lie down. She surprised him when she put her head in his lap. "No pillow," she said in explanation and rolled onto her side so her she was facing toward him. He nodded, not sure what to say and forced himself not to stare at her as she drifted away. She nuzzled his thigh with her nose, which did nothing to get rid of his still half-aroused state from their little make-out session. It didn't take her long to fall asleep and he was slightly surprised at how much she trusted him. He spent a lot of time going over his and Sam's next case; thinking on what it could be and what the details were. Wasn't much else to do. Sometime during his inner dialogue, he started stroking her hair. A couple hours passed, the other guy in the cell was released to whoever came and picked him up and the officer gave him a strange look. Probably wasn't often two of the cellmates knew each other. The officer didn't say anything though; he was probably happy they weren't serenading him anymore. Hell, Dean was glad he wasn't singing to him anymore!
Nobody else was brought in and eventually the quiet was starting to get to him. He hadn't slept in some time either and without her constant chatter, it was hard to stay awake. He told himself he was only going to close his eyes for a second, but when it passed and then a minute passed, he finally gave in and fell asleep. He figured the harsh clang of the cell doors would wake him up if anything big happened.
When he finally woke up, he was laying on the bench with her soft body on top of his. Her head was on his chest and his arms were wrapped around her, their legs entwined. He blinked against the harsh sunlight filtering through the barred window and looked around in confusion for a moment. It was her steady breathing that reminded him of what happened and he watched her for a moment, peacefully using his body like her own private bed. His arm lifted, hand reaching for the bangs that fell across her eyes and he brushed them again, tucking them behind her ear. She stirred, making a moaning noise and wrinkling her nose. He smiled slightly. He put his hand back where it'd been, clasped at the small of her back and closed his eyes once more. He'd just lie there a little longer; maybe until she woke up and then he'd ask for that phone call he was owed.
She began wiggling though and he knew he wouldn't be lying there much longer. She rubbed her face against his chest as she woke up, stretching herself out along him, her hands around his biceps squeezing. And then slowly, she lifted her head, her chin sitting on his chest and she blinked at him tiredly. "Huh... That wasn't a dream."
He smirked.
She rolled her eyes, sitting up slowly, her legs falling to straddle his waist. "What time is it?" she asked over a yawn.
He looked around her to the clock sitting on the wall outside of the cell. "Nine-thirtyish."
She nodded before climbing off of him. "My time's up," she informed him, stretching her legs as she walked around the cell to get her blood flowing.
He sat up, stretching his back out before he stood up himself. "You gonna go straight back to questioning them?"
"Nah... Figure I'll hit the road, try and quell those curious desires of mine."
He chuckled. "Somehow I doubt it'll work."
"Well if it doesn't, there's a good chance we'll see other again," she said with a lifted shoulder and a slight grin.
"Then I hope it doesn't."
She shook her head, staring up at him. Before she could say anything, a guard appeared. "Ms. Sullivan? You're free to go..." He frowned. "And we suggest you leave entirely."
She rolled her eyes. "No love for the curious public." She clicked her tongue, walking toward the cell door.
"Hey," Dean said, "I never got my phone call."
The officer nodded, opening the door to let them both out. "Phone's over here," he said directing them down the hall.
While Dean stopped, Chloe was supposed to keep going. She glanced at him over her shoulder, winking before she continued on walking.
"Next time, you're not getting away so easy!" he called after her.
She laughed, turning around to face him. "What makes you think there'll be a next time?"
"There always is," he said confidently. He grinned. "I'm gonna change you mind one of these days."
"I'm as stubborn as they come," she said, shaking her head.
"You can't fight it forever."
She smiled softly. "Maybe I won't... But today is not that day."
"Tomorrow then?" he asked, picking up the phone.
She chuckled. "Goodbye Dean," she said, turning back around to leave.
He sighed, dialing his brother's cell phone, grinning to himself.
Resistance is futile, he thought. One of these days...
[ Next: Part Four.]
Category: Smallville/Supernatural [Crossover]
Rating: NC17
Genre: Romance/Humor/Drama
Pairing: Chloe/Dean
Summary: Love at first confinement.
Previous: Part I - First Meetings, Part II - We Meet Again,
Stuck With You
3/5
III - Resistance Is Futile
The officer shoved him into the cell, shaking his head at his mouthy demeanor. Why was it always him that was picked up by the cops in these instances? Sammy was always hidden away, with nothing to prove he did anything wrong.
"Hey," Dean exclaimed, shrugging his shoulders to get his jacket back in place. "Where's my phone call?"
The officer sniggered, walking off with a smug smirk.
"Damn it," he muttered, slapping the bars of the cell before stepping away. The room was fairly empty except for the public toilet and the bench lining the wall. It was a small town and he was pretty sure it was the only cell in the whole joint, which was probably why there was a woman laid out on the other side of the cell, using the bench as her own bed. Her legs were crossed at the ankle, her arms tucked beneath her head as she slumbered face up. Either she'd spent a lot of time in jail cells and wasn't afraid of who else might be brought in or she had an underdeveloped sense of fear.
He walked closer slowly, head tipped to the side. She looked slightly familiar, but that was from twenty or so feet away.
"Five more feet and I'm going to make you wear your intestines like a scarf," she called out lazily.
His brow furrowed. "Chloe?" he asked with amusement.
Her eyes opened and her head tipped to the side. "No... Way..."
He laughed, shaking his head. "It is you."
"Okay, either you're stalking me, which to be honest wouldn't be the first time, or the universe is playing some kind of cosmic joke on me." She lifted her brows, staring at him quizzically.
"Not the stalking type," he said with a shrug. "Got caught using a bad credit card... They didn't believe I was Achmed Archibald."
She snorted, shaking her head at him as she lifted her hands to cover her mouth. "Are you serious?"
"What?" He glanced down at himself. "I could be an Achmed."
She lifted her brow.
"All right, so it wasn't the best name..." He frowned, moving to sit down on the bench adjacent to her. "What got you in here?"
"Apparently I asked one too many questions, so they called it interfering with an on-going investigation and put me in here to get me out of their hair." She lifted a shoulder. "They can only hold me twenty-four hours."
He nodded. "How long's it been?"
She sighed. "Twelve and a half." She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "Did you have a job here or just passing through?"
"Job's in the next city. I was hungry... Got sloppy, used the wrong card and... here I am." He looked around the cell with a frown. "Cozy, isn't it?"
She snorted. "Yeah, a real five star joint."
"Hey, I've been in worse!"
She licked her lips, eyes falling. "Yeah, me too..." Her eyes took on a haunted look.
"How long?" he asked, head falling to one side.
She glanced up at him, letting out a long sigh. "Wow, uh... Four months before my pricy lawyers got me off." She smiled slightly, to cover the wince on her face. "High security woman's prison... The DDS didn't trust me too much."
"DDS?" His brows lifted. "That some lamer version of the FBI?"
"The Department of Domestic Security," she said with a sigh. "And seeing as they put me away for terrorism, I'd say they weren't exactly powerless."
"Terrorism," he repeated, eyes widening slightly. "Wow, when you go down, you go down big, huh?"
She chuckled, nodding.
"But you got out."
"Yeah, after a lot of red tape and bargaining and expensive lawyers." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Walking out of that prison was without a doubt, one of the most freeing experiences of my life."
"Yeah, when I broke out of Green River, it felt pretty good."
She looked over at him with a grin. "You broke out of Green River County Detention Center?"
"I had a little help," he admitted, nodding.
She shook her head. "Unbelievable."
"I'm a man of many wonders," he said, smirking.
"Yeah, and one of those is a very large ego."
"That's not the only-"
She covered his mouth with her hand, her eyes thinning warningly. "Don't finish that sentence," she told him, shaking her head. Her eyes widened and she tore her hand away, laughing in disbelief. "Did you just lick my hand?"
"Hey, some situations call for dirty play!" His brows rose for emphasis.
She chuckled, turning away from him and crossing her arms over her chest. "Only me... This could only happen to me."
"You'd be surprised how regular a day like this is for me," he told her. "Well," he shrugged, "aside from the former-superhero thing. I don't usually run into chicks like you."
"They might stick around and introduce themselves if you didn't call them chicks," she told him, rolling her eyes.
He grinned. "Maybe," he allowed. "So," he said, changing the subject, "How's that find-myself-road-trip goin'?"
She looked over at him with a defeated expression, waggling her hand side to side in a so-so gesture. "I've found that despite how much I try to get away from anything of my former life, I keep getting into the same old situations."
"Yeah? Like what?"
"Like the last time we saw each other and this time..." She shook her head, laughing slightly. "I just can't turn it off... The wonder and the curiosity and the desire..." She inhaled deeply. "I guess I can't be a normal, every day person either. I spend too much of my life looking for excitement, for another story or adventure. I just..." She shook her head, eyes falling. "I'm destined to be surrounded by the weird."
He nodded. "It's not so bad."
She looked over at him, a brow cocked in disbelief.
"Hey! I'm totally weird!"
She laughed. "You say it like it's an accomplishment."
"Took a long time to get this weird," he told her, dramatically boastful.
She smiled, letting out a soft sigh and relaxing slightly. "Thanks..."
"I didn't do it for you... After all, I'm gonna be stuck in here with you for another..." He turned his eyes up in thought. "Hell, I hate math. Anyway, I'd rather hang out with someone less emo than my brother, so perk up."
She laughed, rolling her eyes at him. "All right... Truth or dare?"
"Seriously?" His brows lifted. "What is this a slumber party?" He smirked. "Where's the feather filled pillows and skimpy pajamas?"
She snorted. "Maybe next time, hot shot. Now choose... Unless you're scared?" She smirked challengingly.
"Yeah, demons and ghosts are nothing, but Truth or Dare... Ooh..." He licked his lips. "All right... Truth."
"Okay..." She thinned her eyes and chewed her lip. "If you had to go normal... Do you think you could give up your car?"
"NO!" He shook his head seriously. "Give up my baby? Are you crazy!? Never."
She laughed, nodding. "All right, all right, don't cry. You can keep your car."
"Blasphemy," he muttered, staring at her oddly. "Truth or dare?"
"Hmm... Dare," she chose. She lifted a finger. "Nothing too disgusting though." She looked around her surroundings suspiciously. "On second thought..."
"Spoilsport," he teased. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation, a gleam in his eye. "I dare you to call the guard over and sing Papa Don't Preach!" He grinned, lifting his brows.
She shook her head, sighing as she stood up. "Madonna, Dean? Really?"
He frowned, motioning for her to go over and complete her task.
"All right, all right!" She stepped up to the bars. "GUARD!"
His brows rose, a chuckle escaping him. He didn't really think she'd do it. The next few hours were going to be interesting.
Truth or dare wound down about an hour later, when the guards stopped answering their calls, knowing what they were up to. It stayed more to the playful end of things and he probably wouldn't admit it, but it was refreshing. She was goofy and she didn't hold back; he liked how free she looked as she did the most absurd dance he'd ever seen in his life. The flush of her cheeks and the messy way her hair fell around her made her look beautiful; she kinda glowed in their dank surroundings. He didn't get sappy though, didn't want to think about how seeing her these last three times were a few of the greatest highlights in his life. ‘Cause she wasn't like the women he'd known in his life, she was easy to like and had that balance of wit, weird, and wonder. He laughed deeper with her, from the pit of his belly, and he liked that feeling, hadn't felt it in way too long. Which probably meant it wasn't gonna last; the good things never do.
"If you knew my cousin Lois, you'd know I'd pretty much be up to anything. She's not the least bit shy and she loves Truth or Dare," she told him with a laugh as she fell back to the bench.
The sun had set and now the cell was lit only with the dim fluorescent lights above them. Another guy had been brought in but he sat on the other side of the cell, curled up in a ball and pointedly ignoring them. They made sure to keep quiet enough not to let him hear anything they were saying though; last thing they needed was some drunk guy shouting about demons and resurrections; pointing them out to the small town police and putting the stigma of Satanists on them.
"One more," she said, turning toward him and perching her chin on her hand. "Truth or Dare?"
"Truth," he chose.
"What happens in ten or twenty years? When age catches up and you're not quite as quick as you used to be? Do you go down as a hunter or give retirement a try?" she wondered, looking up at him from intense green eyes.
He blew out a heavy breath, leaning back against the brick wall. He rubbed the back of his head, mouth twisted in a frown. "Uh, well... If I last that long, I guess... I'd keep going." He nodded. "Keep hunting, fighting, whatever... Retirement is so... not me," he said with a chuckle.
"So no kids? No family or wife or any of that?" she asked, lifting a brow.
"W-Wife," he repeated, eyes widening. "That's more of Sam's life than mine. I..." He licked his lips, turning his eyes away. "I don't think I'd make a great husband. I'm not really... the type."
"Because there are so many requirements," she murmured. "Let's see..." She lifted her hand, her thumb up and the rest of her fingers curled against her palm. "Monogamous... Same thing as loyal, that's one... Loving, which you are, even if you have trouble expressing it." She lifted a second finger. "Protective, family oriented, strong - another three for three." She tipped her head. "Understanding... Given your life and profession, I'm pretty sure there are few things you wouldn't understand. Trustworthy, honest, patient... Maybe not that last one..." She lifted her shoulder. "I dunno, I think you're doing pretty good here."
"Yeah, now all I need is an unusual woman to fill the wife spot. She's gotta be pretty damn understanding herself. Enjoy long nights of hunting demons and anything else supernatural. She's gotta have a pretty open mind when it comes to where she'll be sleeping any given day... Has to love road trips and... You know, home cooked meals are pretty much nil." He frowned, inhaling a deep breath through clenched teeth. "You think there's a dating service out there for hunters?"
She laughed, shaking her head. "See, I don't think you want to reveal all of that to her on the first date." She lifted a shoulder. "Let her fall in love, ensnare her with that charm of yours and hey, if you're lucky, she'll be so in love, she won't have it in her to give you up for fresh sheets and a full fridge."
He smiled, nodding. Swallowing tightly, he glanced up at her. She sat back against the wall, her arms wrapped around herself, chin tilted downward, a small smile curving her lips. Her eyes still danced with humor. "Would you?"
She looked over at him, brows furrowing. "Would I what?"
"Give up all that for a guy?" He stared at her questioningly, watching her expression for any sign of a lie. He wanted honesty; not a reassuring pat on the shoulder. Because he was pretty sure any chance he had of normalcy, of having that girl was pretty much shot. He was doomed to a life or one night stands and demon blood on his hands.
She sighed, leaning forward slightly, her expression scrunching up as she really thought it through. It seemed like forever before she finally answered and he barely held back his impatient sigh. "I think... I would," she said, nodding. "If I loved him... I mean really, really loved him..." She smiled. "Then what's a lifetime of crappy motels and bad diner food?" She shrugged, turning her eyes toward him.
His stomach squirmed, heart clenching in his chest. His first thought was demon possession, but he realized the ridiculousness of that assessment as soon as she smiled and his stomach flopped. Yeah... If he wasn't in love with her the first time he met her in that old self-locking room, he was pretty sure he just fell.
"But a guy like that is hard to find," she added, turning her gaze away. "Rare..." She shook her head. "Trust me, I've known just about every guy you could think of... Meteor infected, possessed, true-blue heroes..." She chuckled lightly, almost sadly. "And they'll love you for a time, but just as soon as that statuesque brunette walks by and bats her eyes, they're drooling over her and you're nothing but a good friend to awkwardly apologize too."
"Wow," he snorted. "Thanks soap opera Suzie."
She laughed, turning back to him. "Sorry... A few bad relationships and suddenly I'm spewing the 10 Things I Hate About You rant."
"Only ten?"
She grinned, shaking her head before lifting her knees up and hugging them against her chest. "I'd ask you about your relationships, but I have a feeling they don't last long."
He snorted. "I've had one or two that made it past the overnight thing," he told her, lifting a brow. "Uh..." He sighed. "I had a girlfriend once... Told her all about my life; demon hunting and all..."
"She ran?" She looked up at him without pity, just understanding.
"Uh, not exactly..." He frowned. "She broke up with me, decided I was either crazy or trying to dump her in an... unconventional way." He shook his head. "I saw her later... You know, when it became obvious I was telling the truth..."
"When she had a little demon problem of her own?" She nodded, eyes falling.
"Yeah, apparently it's a good reunion excuse." He laughed bitterly. "Anyway it didn't work out..." He lifted a shoulder. "Guess it was for the best."
Her brows furrowed. "Why's that?"
He smirked. "Well if I'd stayed with her, you and me would never have our chance."
She laughed, eyes widening. "Still singing that tune, huh?"
"Face it sweetheart, fate is telling you you're stuck with me."
She snorted. "Fate is delusional."
He laughed. "You'll come around."
"We'll see," she said, resting her chin on her knees. "Tell me about your brother," she asked.
"Sammy? Uh... He's..." He grinned. "He's a geek. Smart and loyal and... A little brother." He shrugged. "He was gonna be this big shot lawyer, you know? Instead of following in the family footsteps. But uh... His girlfriend... She got... She went out like my mom did," he admitted, voice quieting. He flexed his jaw, disliking the emotion that clogged his throat. "He was on a vengeance kick after that... Law school wasn't exactly the first thing on his mind, so... He picked up the sawed off and the rest is history, I guess..."
"Why do I get the feeling this history is filled with a whole lot of despair?" she murmured, eyes set on him.
He turned to her, lips quirking with a sad smile. "Best word to describe my family, I guess." He turned his gaze downward. "I died, so my dad traded his life for me." He swallowed tightly. "Year later, Sam dies. And I didn't have a choice, you know... I needed him... So, I brought him back..." He ran a hand over his face, glaring down at the floor. "Crossroad demon - made a deal with the devil." He laughed hollowly. "Gave me one year then I was off to hell..." He shook his head. "Came back though." He nodded, licking his lips slowly. "Then it was right back to hell on earth." He motioned around him. "And here I am." He let his arms fall back to his lap, hunched forward and just shook his head. There was a reason he didn't bring this crap up; it just made him feel worse.
She reached out, her hand falling to his forearm, palm gliding down until she was holding his hand. He suppressed a shiver; guys just didn't shiver. Her hand was soft against the calloused texture of his; pale compared to the tan of his skin. His hand swamped hers, so much larger than the slender hand that fit comfortably in his grip. She threaded her fingers with his, held on tightly and brought their twined hands to sit in her lap. She didn't say anything, didn't force him to talk about it anymore than he did, she just held onto his hand, stroking it with her thumb, and that was more than enough.
"What's your family like?" he asked after a significant pause. It wasn't uncomfortable, which was weird. If they'd been in the Impala, he would've reached for the tunes already. But he'd been fine with the silence, for once. Didn't look for something harsh or sarcastic to say; just let it be.
"My dad works a lot, I don't see him too much," she said, still holding his hand in hers. "I don't have any siblings, just a couple of cousins; Lois and Lucy. Lois though... She's like a sister. She's my best friend and my sister all rolled into one. She's..." She shook her head. "Outgoing and interesting and fun and hilarious..." She licked her lips. "She's an investigative reporter for, uh, the Daily Planet now... And she's married to my other best friend, Clark Kent." She swallowed tightly. "So in the end, I guess she got the life I always wanted." She lifted a shoulder. "That's how it goes though, right? Guess I shouldn't put so much stock in dreams. Turns out nightmares are more real than most think."
He looked over to her, inexplicably annoyed to see she was upset. "So this cousin took your job and apparently the guy you wanted... And she's still your best friend and sister? I woulda kicked Sam's ass if he did that to me!" He frowned.
She shrugged, smiling slightly. "He loves her and she loves him and... I should've given up fighting for him a long time ago..." She shook her head. "He was the guy who always broke my heart. No matter how many times I was there for him... There was always some other girl who was more important, more beautiful, more... everything." She sighed. "And like I said before, I thought the DP was where I wanted to be but... it wasn't. Either I couldn't cut it or I was meant for something else and I just didn't know it." Her other hand covered theirs in her lap and he felt her fingers tracing his knuckles, drawing a pattern he couldn't see. "In the end, she's family. I want her to be happy, I want him to be happy, and if that's together, then..."
"Bullshit," he said, shaking his head. "Deep down, you wanna tear their heads off and beat ‘em together."
She laughed. "Maybe a little," she conceded.
"Good. That's normal!" he told her. "Even if you were meant for something else, you probably spent a lot of time on that Daily Planet thing... She had to know that and she still took it." He shook his head. "Messed up."
She nodded before smiling at him. "Look at you, Dr. Dean."
He rolled his eyes, scowling at her slightly.
She leaned over and bumped him with her shoulder before falling quiet once more. She yawned, shivering slightly against the cool surroundings of the jail cell.
He let go of her hand, surprised and a little bolstered to find resistance and then shrugged his leather jacket off. He passed it over to her, smirking at her raised brows. "Oh, I don't-"
"Take it," he told her firmly. "You're cold, it's warm... Not a lot to think about here."
She frowned at him, but pulled his jacket on around her. It swamped her, but she hugged it around her and sighed, her face melting happily as she was surrounded by his leftover warmth. She leaned back against the wall, her eyes falling closed for a minute as she gave a little shiver of content. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice lower than usual.
He cleared his throat. "Yeah, sure."
"Smells like motor oil, smoke, and..." She looked over at him for a second before leaning over, face falling to the side of his neck. She inhaled at the crook where his neck bet his shoulder and his eyes fell closed as he felt her body press into him. Her breasts brushed against his chest, one of her hands falling to his thigh to hold herself up, and her nose nuzzled his neck just slightly.
"You," she murmured, her hot breath skittering over his throat.
He swallowed tightly. "Huh?" he asked, a little dazed.
She drew back, grinning up at him. She was still leaned in enough to distract him, her hand warm atop his jeans. "Motor oil, smoke, and you," she said, nodding her head down to the jacket.
"That good or bad?" he asked, suddenly wanting to sniff himself to make sure he wasn't rank.
"Good," she assured with a short nod.
He grinned slowly. "So what do I smell like?"
She smiled, licking her lips slowly, drawing his eyes down to her mouth. "A little of this, a little of that... Kinda spicy, woodsy... The open road mixed with freedom and a sense of right."
"Didn't know they were scents," he said quietly, staring into her eyes. Was she getting closer or was he seeing things?
She leaned in, inhaled slowly, her mouth so close he could almost kiss her. "They are now."
His lips twitched with a grin that faded as soon as he slanted his mouth across hers. She moaned, her hand tightening around his thigh and his hand buried in her hair, cupping the back of her neck, drawing her closer. She moved in closer and his arm wrapped around her, pulling her into his lap until she was straddling it. His back pressed against the brick wall, it felt cold against his skin but he couldn't spare the second to think about it as her fingers were running through his hair and down his neck, her touch radiating a heat that warmed him from head to toe. He slid his arms beneath the cover of his jacket to run his hands up her warm back and curvy sides.
Her lips were hot, her tongue sweet; back and forth, their mouths slanted together. Air was forgotten for the feeling of completion that came with each kiss. They were impatient and hard at first; filled with a passion that had been forced to sit and wait. That first kiss had him on edge; had him thinking about her more than he liked to admit. And their last meeting was filled with a hope for next time; one that he told himself he didn't put any stock in. He shouldn't want a woman that was never going to be anything more than a passer-by in his life. She wasn't a hunter; she was just another person out in the big bad world that knew what was there and battled it when the time came. She was out searching for herself and who was he kidding? She wasn't going to find that missing part of her with him? Fate was just being a bitch; dangling more ‘what ifs' and ‘wish I could have's' in front of him again, only to take it away when he got too deep.
He should stop kissing her, screw his head on straight and tell her she was right, he wasn't what she needed or deserved. But she felt so good. His hands slid up beneath her shirt, fingers spreading out along her back. Her skin was even softer than he expected. He followed the curve of her spine as her body arched into him, her front pressing tightly against him. Their kissing slowed down, becoming lingering and slow, the heat still palpable but the sensations more pronounced. She broke away from his mouth, trailing hotly down his jaw. She kissed around the back of his ear and down his neck, her nose grazing him lightly. She suckled and nipped around his Adam's apple, nibbling his skin and laving it with her tongue. She fell lower, mouth sliding along the collar of his shirt, teeth grazing his chest. He felt her hands at his waist, slide beneath his shirt and run up and along the contours of his stomach. The cold air made his gut clench, the warmth of her hands filled his head with a haze.
His hands slid around to her hips, squeezed them lightly before gliding upward, following the curves of her body. He felt the swell of her breasts against his palms and his hands stopped, thumb stroking the revealed flesh not encased in her lacy bra. She leaned into his touch, her mouth moving back upward, her kisses becoming more heated. He slid his full hand across her breast before maneuvering his palm beneath the cup of her bra. As his rough hand fell to cup her entirely, she jumped, legs squeezing him as her taut nipple was rubbed. He massaged her breast, fingers kneading at her soft but firm peak. His thumb swiped back and forth against her nipple, making her jump and squirm against him. The movement of her hips was bringing his lap to quick attention. He could feel himself hardening, his jeans getting tight.
Her mouth finally met his once more, slanting over it hotly. Her hands slid up behind him, spreading along his back, fingers pressing deeply against his shoulder blades. "We should..." she said in between a kiss, "stop." She moaned into his mouth, her tongue tangling with his. "We're in a..." He nibbled her lips, lightly bit her tongue. "Jail cell," she reminded. He could feel her hands loosening on his back, her hips slowing down, and while he didn't want to stop, ever, he knew she was right. He slid his hand from her bra, moved it back into place and then drew his hands out, not without fully caressing her curves once more though. His arms wrapped low on her waist while hers slid out from his shirt and fell around his shoulders, fingers weaving into his hair once more.
Their panting breaths mingled as their kisses slowed to lingering pecks, eyes opening to stare at one another. She licked her lips, her nose touching his. "Well... First time I ever made out in a jail cell."
He grinned. "Me too," he said, lifting a brow. "Huh and here I thought I got all those firsts outta the way a long time ago."
"Yeah, well your last celly was probably a large man with an angry disposition."
He chuckled. "Yeah, he wasn't the most cheerful of guys."
She smiled, leaning forward and pressing one last drawn out kiss to his mouth before she pulled back and lifted herself off his lap. She sat back down beside him stretched her legs out, giving a long yawn. She blinked slowly, rubbing her face with her hand. He found himself yawning but tried to stave it off. He hardly ever saw her, the last thing he wanted to do was spend his time sleeping.
"How long you been awake?"
"Two or three days," she admitted, lifting a shoulder. "A lot of driving and then getting thrown in here wasn't exactly conducive to a good nights sleep."
He nodded. Now that he really looked at her, he realized her eyes were ringed with dark circles and while still just as snarky as ever, her body was slumped slightly; exhaustion. "Get some sleep, I'll be look out," he offered.
She looked up at him with a half-smile. "Yeah?"
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah."
She laughed lightly before moving down the bench to lie down. She surprised him when she put her head in his lap. "No pillow," she said in explanation and rolled onto her side so her she was facing toward him. He nodded, not sure what to say and forced himself not to stare at her as she drifted away. She nuzzled his thigh with her nose, which did nothing to get rid of his still half-aroused state from their little make-out session. It didn't take her long to fall asleep and he was slightly surprised at how much she trusted him. He spent a lot of time going over his and Sam's next case; thinking on what it could be and what the details were. Wasn't much else to do. Sometime during his inner dialogue, he started stroking her hair. A couple hours passed, the other guy in the cell was released to whoever came and picked him up and the officer gave him a strange look. Probably wasn't often two of the cellmates knew each other. The officer didn't say anything though; he was probably happy they weren't serenading him anymore. Hell, Dean was glad he wasn't singing to him anymore!
Nobody else was brought in and eventually the quiet was starting to get to him. He hadn't slept in some time either and without her constant chatter, it was hard to stay awake. He told himself he was only going to close his eyes for a second, but when it passed and then a minute passed, he finally gave in and fell asleep. He figured the harsh clang of the cell doors would wake him up if anything big happened.
When he finally woke up, he was laying on the bench with her soft body on top of his. Her head was on his chest and his arms were wrapped around her, their legs entwined. He blinked against the harsh sunlight filtering through the barred window and looked around in confusion for a moment. It was her steady breathing that reminded him of what happened and he watched her for a moment, peacefully using his body like her own private bed. His arm lifted, hand reaching for the bangs that fell across her eyes and he brushed them again, tucking them behind her ear. She stirred, making a moaning noise and wrinkling her nose. He smiled slightly. He put his hand back where it'd been, clasped at the small of her back and closed his eyes once more. He'd just lie there a little longer; maybe until she woke up and then he'd ask for that phone call he was owed.
She began wiggling though and he knew he wouldn't be lying there much longer. She rubbed her face against his chest as she woke up, stretching herself out along him, her hands around his biceps squeezing. And then slowly, she lifted her head, her chin sitting on his chest and she blinked at him tiredly. "Huh... That wasn't a dream."
He smirked.
She rolled her eyes, sitting up slowly, her legs falling to straddle his waist. "What time is it?" she asked over a yawn.
He looked around her to the clock sitting on the wall outside of the cell. "Nine-thirtyish."
She nodded before climbing off of him. "My time's up," she informed him, stretching her legs as she walked around the cell to get her blood flowing.
He sat up, stretching his back out before he stood up himself. "You gonna go straight back to questioning them?"
"Nah... Figure I'll hit the road, try and quell those curious desires of mine."
He chuckled. "Somehow I doubt it'll work."
"Well if it doesn't, there's a good chance we'll see other again," she said with a lifted shoulder and a slight grin.
"Then I hope it doesn't."
She shook her head, staring up at him. Before she could say anything, a guard appeared. "Ms. Sullivan? You're free to go..." He frowned. "And we suggest you leave entirely."
She rolled her eyes. "No love for the curious public." She clicked her tongue, walking toward the cell door.
"Hey," Dean said, "I never got my phone call."
The officer nodded, opening the door to let them both out. "Phone's over here," he said directing them down the hall.
While Dean stopped, Chloe was supposed to keep going. She glanced at him over her shoulder, winking before she continued on walking.
"Next time, you're not getting away so easy!" he called after her.
She laughed, turning around to face him. "What makes you think there'll be a next time?"
"There always is," he said confidently. He grinned. "I'm gonna change you mind one of these days."
"I'm as stubborn as they come," she said, shaking her head.
"You can't fight it forever."
She smiled softly. "Maybe I won't... But today is not that day."
"Tomorrow then?" he asked, picking up the phone.
She chuckled. "Goodbye Dean," she said, turning back around to leave.
He sighed, dialing his brother's cell phone, grinning to himself.
Resistance is futile, he thought. One of these days...
[ Next: Part Four.]