Tension - T - Chloe/Dean (Theme 6/10)
Title: Tension
Category: Smallville/Supernatural (Crossover)
Rating: T
Genre: Humor/Romance
Pairing: Chloe/Dean
Prompt: #06 - Shout
Word Count: 615
Summary: "I'm not arguing," he shouted. "I'm right and you're wrong, that's all there is to it!"
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"He was all over you!" Dean shouted.
Her face flushed. "He was not!"
"He was practically groping you for everyone to see!"
She snorted. "What? Dean! That's ridiculous!" She threw her hands up. "He knew what we needed and there was no way he was going to listen to you two! There was nothing sexual about it!"
He stared at her like she was an idiot, his eyes wide and a choked laugh escaping him. "Tell that to your ass that was being constantly fondled!"
She glared. "He was not-"
"SAM!" he interrupted loudly.
"Uh... Yeah?" Sitting out of the way of the shouting match, Sam frowned when he was forced into the middle.
"Was the old guy all over Chloe or was I seeing things?" he half-yelled.
"Uh... Well..." He rubbed the back of his neck.
"Don't drag him into this! If you weren't so insecure about nothing, we wouldn't be arguing!"
"I'm not arguing!" he shouted. "I'm right and you're wrong, that's all there is to it!"
Her jaw dropped, eyes raging. "Dean John Winchester, you are about five seconds away from having your ass handed to you!"
"Yeah?" He leaned forward temptingly. "Bring it on sister!"
"Okay, guys, seriously!" Sam stood up, moving between them. "Dean's right, Chloe. The guy was a little hands on."
"HA!" Dean shouted over to her.
Chloe scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"But, Chloe does have a point, Dean. You get a little oversensitive when it comes to her being around men of any kind, age, or... race. You remember that demon in Milwaukee?"
He snorted. "That guy was totally hitting on her!"
"He was trying to kill me!" she hollered.
"Please! His hands were all over you! If he wanted you dead, he could'a done it with his stupid demon powers!"
"Oh my god!" she growled, glaring at him. "You know... This would be so much easier if you would just admit that you're jealous!"
"I'm not jealous!" He threw his arms up. "There's nothing to be jealous about!"
Both she and Sam stared at him in disbelief.
"What?" He frowned, glaring before he crossed his arms.
"Dean," Sam said, lifting a brow. "Come on..." He nodded his head toward Chloe.
"What? What bout her?" He turned his eyes away, clearing his throat.
"You like me, you big idiot!" she told him.
"I barely put up with you, Blondie," he replied, scowling. "Only reason you're around is because Sammy here needs help researching."
She shook her head, blowing out a breath of frustration. "Fine. Be that way! I'm going back to the bar!" Grabbing her coat, she stomped toward the door.
"Not without me you aren't!" Dean shouted after her, yanking his leather coat on. "Wait up! Damn woman," he growled.
As the door slammed behind them, Sam fell back on the bed, shaking his head. It was entertaining to see his brother falling all over himself for a woman, but their arguing reminded him how much better it would be if they'd just admit they were totally in love and get it over with already. At the rate they were going, he wasn't going to get any peace and quiet until they argued themselves right into a wedding. He laughed to himself. That he could actually see it happening should worry him, but he knew in the end, they'd figure it out. Just as soon as they stopped shouting at each other long enough to really see how worked up they were. Hopefully, he had his own motel room by then. He'd been petitioning for one since Chloe joined the team, but obviously hadn't won yet. Soon though. He couldn't take much more of this.
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