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Title: Unexpected Calls
Author:
shadow_oneRating: PG
Characters: Chloe, Dean
Spoilers: Spoilers for Supernatural's All Hell Breaks Loose Part 1. No spoilers for Smallville.
A/N: This just came to me. I don't know why...and it's way random, so if it doesn't make sense...I can understand why. It's AU, obviously...and a one-shot. Feedback is love.
Disclaimer: I own nothing...if I did...Well, lets just say most of what I write would end up on TV. :P
A phone ringing in the middle of the night isn't really what anyone expects. Not even Chloe Sullivan expects something like that. A phone ringing was what interrupted Chloe's restful sleep, and she groaned as it did so. Looking over at the clock, she shook her head, Who the hell calls at two in the morning? She thought as she grabbed her chirping cell from the table. Not bothering to look at the caller ID, she opened her phone and put it to her ear, "Hello?" The greeting came out weak, her voice still heavy with sleep.
"Chloe?" The voice on the other end was quiet. Weak as well, but for a different reason.
She sat up straight, recognizing the voice instantly, even though she hadn't heard it in almost three months. "Dean? What is it?"
"I don't know what to do," he whispered, voice cracking even at that level.
His tone scared her. His voice always held confidence, with a snarky edge to it. But not tonight. Tonight, Chloe feared that something was wrong. Terribly wrong. "Dean, tell me what's going on."
He sniffed, "It's Sam."
At the mention of his brother's name, Chloe's heart was instantly gripped with terror, "Is..." She took a breath. "He's okay, isn't he?"
There was silence on the other end of the line.
"Dean. Sam's okay, right?" She said slowly, her terror growing.
Dean stayed silent, trying to regain his composure. "No." When he gave her that answer, more tears rolled down his face and he knew there'd be no regaining control anytime soon.
Swinging her legs off the bed, Chloe stood and began to pace, "He's going to be though, right?"
"He's..." He swallowed. "He's dead." He choked out, still in disbelief at his own words.
She almost dropped her phone at his words. Leaning against her bed, she slid down it, tears falling quickly down her cheeks. "Dean..."
"I don't know what to do Chloe." He said, his voice almost impossible to understand through the phone.
"Where are you?" She tried to keep the tears from her own voice. Dean sounded so lost, and she knew he needed someone to be strong for him.
"S-South Dakota."
Standing up, Chloe grabbed the overnight bag that she always had packed from a chair. "I'm coming to you."
"Okay." Dean's voice had become emotionless. "Thank you Chloe."
"Yeah." Her voice held fear, and despair, enough to compensate for Dean's emotionless one.
There was a soft click as Dean disconnected the line between them. Pulling the phone away from her ear, Chloe allowed herself to let out a strangled sob. Sam Winchester was dead, and as she left her apartment and made her way to her car, that thought stuck with her.
When she settled in and turned the ignition on, Chloe could only hope Dean could hold it together long enough for her to make it to him. She didn't want to think what he would do if she was too late...
Author:
shadow_oneRating: PG
Characters: Chloe, Dean
Spoilers: Spoilers for Supernatural's All Hell Breaks Loose Part 1. No spoilers for Smallville.
A/N: This just came to me. I don't know why...and it's way random, so if it doesn't make sense...I can understand why. It's AU, obviously...and a one-shot. Feedback is love.
Disclaimer: I own nothing...if I did...Well, lets just say most of what I write would end up on TV. :P
A phone ringing in the middle of the night isn't really what anyone expects. Not even Chloe Sullivan expects something like that. A phone ringing was what interrupted Chloe's restful sleep, and she groaned as it did so. Looking over at the clock, she shook her head, Who the hell calls at two in the morning? She thought as she grabbed her chirping cell from the table. Not bothering to look at the caller ID, she opened her phone and put it to her ear, "Hello?" The greeting came out weak, her voice still heavy with sleep.
"Chloe?" The voice on the other end was quiet. Weak as well, but for a different reason.
She sat up straight, recognizing the voice instantly, even though she hadn't heard it in almost three months. "Dean? What is it?"
"I don't know what to do," he whispered, voice cracking even at that level.
His tone scared her. His voice always held confidence, with a snarky edge to it. But not tonight. Tonight, Chloe feared that something was wrong. Terribly wrong. "Dean, tell me what's going on."
He sniffed, "It's Sam."
At the mention of his brother's name, Chloe's heart was instantly gripped with terror, "Is..." She took a breath. "He's okay, isn't he?"
There was silence on the other end of the line.
"Dean. Sam's okay, right?" She said slowly, her terror growing.
Dean stayed silent, trying to regain his composure. "No." When he gave her that answer, more tears rolled down his face and he knew there'd be no regaining control anytime soon.
Swinging her legs off the bed, Chloe stood and began to pace, "He's going to be though, right?"
"He's..." He swallowed. "He's dead." He choked out, still in disbelief at his own words.
She almost dropped her phone at his words. Leaning against her bed, she slid down it, tears falling quickly down her cheeks. "Dean..."
"I don't know what to do Chloe." He said, his voice almost impossible to understand through the phone.
"Where are you?" She tried to keep the tears from her own voice. Dean sounded so lost, and she knew he needed someone to be strong for him.
"S-South Dakota."
Standing up, Chloe grabbed the overnight bag that she always had packed from a chair. "I'm coming to you."
"Okay." Dean's voice had become emotionless. "Thank you Chloe."
"Yeah." Her voice held fear, and despair, enough to compensate for Dean's emotionless one.
There was a soft click as Dean disconnected the line between them. Pulling the phone away from her ear, Chloe allowed herself to let out a strangled sob. Sam Winchester was dead, and as she left her apartment and made her way to her car, that thought stuck with her.
When she settled in and turned the ignition on, Chloe could only hope Dean could hold it together long enough for her to make it to him. She didn't want to think what he would do if she was too late...