Fic: Dirty Deeds 3/3 (Chloe/Dean) - M
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AR-SA">Title: Dirty Deeds
Rating: M/NC17 - smutfest
Pairing: Chloe/Dean
Spoilers: None really, sorta AU, timeline jumps around a little.
A/N: I went on Youtube and watched some amazing Chlean fanvids. Trouble was not a whole lot of them were set to classic rock and this is DEAN we're talking about. Since I don't currently have the equipment to make a vid (and I highly doubt these scenes would be appropriate for YT) I'm writing smut instead. :) Dirty Deeds lyrics belong to AC/DC, characters belong to not me.
Dirty Deeds 3/3
You got a lady and you want her gone
But you ain't got the guts
She keeps naggin' at you night 'n' day
Enough to drive you nuts
Chloe sat down across from Oliver, her wide eyed stare portraying every emotion running through her mind.
“Now, Chloe,” Oliver said and sat forward in his chair, his elbows propped on his parted knees. “I’m not firing you. I’m merely suggesting you take a leave of absence.” He raised a hand to cut off her protests. “A vacation, really.”
Chloe looked around their base of operations. “But, who will run Watchtower?”
Oliver smiled a little. “No one is replacing you. Watchtower will still be here when you get back.”
Chloe bit her lip in indecision. “I’m not fired?”
Oliver reached forward and touched her hand. “What happened last night could have happened to anyone. We didn’t even know those invisi-sensors existed. Now we do and we’ll find a way to work around them. In the meantime Bart is perfectly fine and recovering just as well.” He caught her gaze and refused to let go. “No one blames you.”
Chloe’s eyes teared up and she looked away, nodding. “If no one blames me then why are you sending me away?”
Oliver rubbed a hand over his head and looked up towards the skylights. “The reason I’m requesting you take a much needed vacation is because while I don’t blame you and Bart doesn’t either; you clearly blame yourself. We all still trust you with our lives, Chloe.” He got up and came over to her seat. He placed his hands on the arms of her chair before leaning in. “You, however, don’t trust yourself. I can’t put myself or my men out there under your watch if you aren’t operating at 100% and second guessing yourself is dangerous.” He leaned down until his head was pressed to hers and she shuddered a sigh. “Take a vacation, Chlo.”
Chloe closed her eyes and nodded once, causing Oliver to stand straight. “Fine. Three days, that’s all.”
Oliver narrowed his eyes at her. “Two weeks.”
Chloe’s mouth dropped open as she glared up at him. “Two weeks? What the hell am I supposed to do for two weeks?”
“Two weeks AND out of state.”
Chloe stood up, hands on hips. “You’re certifiable, Ollie. I can’t just take off for weeks. What if something happens here?”
Oliver placed his hand on her back and guided her to the elevator. “First of all, you should find a beach with a cabana boy and have some fun. Secondly,” he rode the elevator down with her to make sure she actually left and didn’t just stow away somewhere, “nothing is going to happen without you.”
Chloe was still sputtering as he led her out the door and then shut it on her. He waved at her from the other side through the glass. Chloe pointed at him, said something angrily and then stalked off. Oliver let out a shaky breath. Damn, but she scared the crap out of him.
Which made him wonder. There was one man he knew that Chloe might actually listen to. He had no doubt she’d go home and do laundry and be right back at work tomorrow, chalking their conversation up to him being overprotective. That was how she normally got her way. This time he was going to win for once.
Pick up the phone, leave her alone
It's time you made a stand
For a fee, I'm happy to be
Your back door man
Dean picked up the phone on the second ring, slamming the trunk of the Impala. “Dean here.”
“Dean Winchester?”
“Maybe. Depends who’s asking.”
Oliver smiled on the other end. “Oliver Queen. I believe we have a friend in common?”
Dean straightened up and ignored Sam’s inquisitive glance. “Is she okay?”
“She’s fine. I’m actually calling to ask a favor.”
Dean was in Smallville in less than a day, Sam riding shotgun. He had tried to ditch his little brother in South Dakota at Bobby’s but Sam wouldn’t budge. He was determined to meet ‘The One’ as he finally let slip that he called her. Dean didn’t care. As far as he was concerned Chloe Sullivan was in fact ‘The One’. He’d told her as much a year ago when he’d spent that fateful night with her.
Dean woke up with a soft hand running gently over his ribs down to his abdomen and back up again. Small fingers traced the tattoo above his left pectoral and then swept lower to run across his six pack. Dean grinned down at the top of Chloe’s head and let out a contented sigh.
Chloe leaned forward and placed her lips against a puckered scar on his side and flattened her palm against his toned stomach. “I love your body.” She whispered and shifted her lips to kiss another scar, this one a knife wound.
Dean closed his eyes and moaned her name. “I look like Frankenstein’s monster with all the scars I have.”
“Mmm,” Chloe murmured and eased her lips a fraction to the left, her tongue darting out to lick against a burn mark. “It’s like they took all the best part of men and put them all together and got you.”
Dean laughed and ran a hand along her back. “Is that what you think? I’m God’s gift?”
Chloe leaned up to look at him and smiled wickedly, “Maybe not god’s. But Frankenstein’s? Possibly.”
Dean growled and tumbled her over, laughing because she was laughing and settled between her thighs, his cock already hard and wanting. “Chicks dig scars, huh?” He asked as he slid his shaft against her folds. Chloe strained upwards and started to shake as he continuously thrust against her clit.
“Maybe I just dig you.” She said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Their tongues met and dueled and Dean thrust into her and lost himself in her heat and her love and her deep hazel eyes.
Chloe stretched lazily and got out of bed to use the bathroom just as Dean was pulling on his jacket. Chloe stopped to watch him, her sleep addled brain trying to fit the pieces together. It was still dark out but probably closer to dawn than dusk. “Dean?”
Dean looked over his shoulder at her as he flipped the collar up on his leather coat. “Hey.” He responded softly. “You should go back to bed.”
Chloe narrowed her eyes at him. “And miss watching you walk away?”
Dean closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. “Chloe-“
Chloe sliced a hand through the air and felt tears well up in her eyes, “I love you, Dean.”
Dean walked over to her, his hands cupping her face. “I’m not leaving, Chloe.” At her pointed look he grinned, “I was just going to the car to grab some clothes.”
Chloe bit her lip and looked away, all of her insecurities rising up to bite her in the ass. “I’m sorry.”
Dean shook his head and placed his lips between her eyebrows, smoothing away the line there. “You’re it for me, Chloe.” He felt her body shake and lean into his. “I love you.”
Chloe opened her eyes and looked up into his sincere face. “Thank god.” She blew out a relieved breath. “I was afraid you’d said that just to get laid last night.”
Dean chuckled and ruffled her hair. “I’ll be right back.”
Dean pulled up to her apartment over the Talon and Sam hopped out before Dean could put it in park.
“What are you doing?” Dean asked as Sam practically raced him up the outside steps to Chloe’s back door.
Sam was already knocking and nervously putting his hands in his pockets and pulling them back out. Chloe watched this through the peephole and said through the door, “Hands where I can see them, Buster.”
Sam stilled his movements and slowly took his hands out of his pockets and held them up.
Dean laughed and swatted Sammy on the back. “Open up, Goldie.”
Chloe sucked in a sharp breath and undid the locks in a hurry, her hands shaking and her heartbeat threatening to drown out any other sound. “Dean?” She jerked the door open and nearly barreled over the really tall guy to get to the man beside him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist and her lips met his in a hungry kiss.
Sam, not sure where to put himself, just stepped back into the apartment and watched the scene unfold. Chloe murmured something in a low voice and Dean responded in kind. He knew his brother kept in touch with Chloe. Sometimes if they were on a job within a few hours driving distance to Metropolis Dean would disappear for a night. And on the occasional late night chat session he could hear Dean on the phone, speaking soft and low for whomever was on the other end.
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
Dirty deeds and they’re done dirt cheap
Sam could only watch with raised eyebrows as his brother, holding tight to Chloe under her thighs, carried her through the door and past him. He watched with interest as they made it down a hall and a door was flung open and then slammed behind them. Sam cleared his throat uncomfortably at Chloe’s squeal of laughter and Dean’s low growl. He shrugged and then walked backwards, out of the door, and downstairs to the coffee shop below, shutting the door behind him.
He wondered how long their reunion could last.
The End
A/N: I know, not as smutty as the first two parts. However, I am currently working on a super smutty 3 some follow up to Toy Soldiers. Wish me luck. These boys are hot.
AR-SA">Title: Dirty Deeds
Rating: M/NC17 - smutfest
Pairing: Chloe/Dean
Spoilers: None really, sorta AU, timeline jumps around a little.
A/N: I went on Youtube and watched some amazing Chlean fanvids. Trouble was not a whole lot of them were set to classic rock and this is DEAN we're talking about. Since I don't currently have the equipment to make a vid (and I highly doubt these scenes would be appropriate for YT) I'm writing smut instead. :) Dirty Deeds lyrics belong to AC/DC, characters belong to not me.
Dirty Deeds 3/3
You got a lady and you want her gone
But you ain't got the guts
She keeps naggin' at you night 'n' day
Enough to drive you nuts
Chloe sat down across from Oliver, her wide eyed stare portraying every emotion running through her mind.
“Now, Chloe,” Oliver said and sat forward in his chair, his elbows propped on his parted knees. “I’m not firing you. I’m merely suggesting you take a leave of absence.” He raised a hand to cut off her protests. “A vacation, really.”
Chloe looked around their base of operations. “But, who will run Watchtower?”
Oliver smiled a little. “No one is replacing you. Watchtower will still be here when you get back.”
Chloe bit her lip in indecision. “I’m not fired?”
Oliver reached forward and touched her hand. “What happened last night could have happened to anyone. We didn’t even know those invisi-sensors existed. Now we do and we’ll find a way to work around them. In the meantime Bart is perfectly fine and recovering just as well.” He caught her gaze and refused to let go. “No one blames you.”
Chloe’s eyes teared up and she looked away, nodding. “If no one blames me then why are you sending me away?”
Oliver rubbed a hand over his head and looked up towards the skylights. “The reason I’m requesting you take a much needed vacation is because while I don’t blame you and Bart doesn’t either; you clearly blame yourself. We all still trust you with our lives, Chloe.” He got up and came over to her seat. He placed his hands on the arms of her chair before leaning in. “You, however, don’t trust yourself. I can’t put myself or my men out there under your watch if you aren’t operating at 100% and second guessing yourself is dangerous.” He leaned down until his head was pressed to hers and she shuddered a sigh. “Take a vacation, Chlo.”
Chloe closed her eyes and nodded once, causing Oliver to stand straight. “Fine. Three days, that’s all.”
Oliver narrowed his eyes at her. “Two weeks.”
Chloe’s mouth dropped open as she glared up at him. “Two weeks? What the hell am I supposed to do for two weeks?”
“Two weeks AND out of state.”
Chloe stood up, hands on hips. “You’re certifiable, Ollie. I can’t just take off for weeks. What if something happens here?”
Oliver placed his hand on her back and guided her to the elevator. “First of all, you should find a beach with a cabana boy and have some fun. Secondly,” he rode the elevator down with her to make sure she actually left and didn’t just stow away somewhere, “nothing is going to happen without you.”
Chloe was still sputtering as he led her out the door and then shut it on her. He waved at her from the other side through the glass. Chloe pointed at him, said something angrily and then stalked off. Oliver let out a shaky breath. Damn, but she scared the crap out of him.
Which made him wonder. There was one man he knew that Chloe might actually listen to. He had no doubt she’d go home and do laundry and be right back at work tomorrow, chalking their conversation up to him being overprotective. That was how she normally got her way. This time he was going to win for once.
Pick up the phone, leave her alone
It's time you made a stand
For a fee, I'm happy to be
Your back door man
Dean picked up the phone on the second ring, slamming the trunk of the Impala. “Dean here.”
“Dean Winchester?”
“Maybe. Depends who’s asking.”
Oliver smiled on the other end. “Oliver Queen. I believe we have a friend in common?”
Dean straightened up and ignored Sam’s inquisitive glance. “Is she okay?”
“She’s fine. I’m actually calling to ask a favor.”
Dean was in Smallville in less than a day, Sam riding shotgun. He had tried to ditch his little brother in South Dakota at Bobby’s but Sam wouldn’t budge. He was determined to meet ‘The One’ as he finally let slip that he called her. Dean didn’t care. As far as he was concerned Chloe Sullivan was in fact ‘The One’. He’d told her as much a year ago when he’d spent that fateful night with her.
Dean woke up with a soft hand running gently over his ribs down to his abdomen and back up again. Small fingers traced the tattoo above his left pectoral and then swept lower to run across his six pack. Dean grinned down at the top of Chloe’s head and let out a contented sigh.
Chloe leaned forward and placed her lips against a puckered scar on his side and flattened her palm against his toned stomach. “I love your body.” She whispered and shifted her lips to kiss another scar, this one a knife wound.
Dean closed his eyes and moaned her name. “I look like Frankenstein’s monster with all the scars I have.”
“Mmm,” Chloe murmured and eased her lips a fraction to the left, her tongue darting out to lick against a burn mark. “It’s like they took all the best part of men and put them all together and got you.”
Dean laughed and ran a hand along her back. “Is that what you think? I’m God’s gift?”
Chloe leaned up to look at him and smiled wickedly, “Maybe not god’s. But Frankenstein’s? Possibly.”
Dean growled and tumbled her over, laughing because she was laughing and settled between her thighs, his cock already hard and wanting. “Chicks dig scars, huh?” He asked as he slid his shaft against her folds. Chloe strained upwards and started to shake as he continuously thrust against her clit.
“Maybe I just dig you.” She said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Their tongues met and dueled and Dean thrust into her and lost himself in her heat and her love and her deep hazel eyes.
Chloe stretched lazily and got out of bed to use the bathroom just as Dean was pulling on his jacket. Chloe stopped to watch him, her sleep addled brain trying to fit the pieces together. It was still dark out but probably closer to dawn than dusk. “Dean?”
Dean looked over his shoulder at her as he flipped the collar up on his leather coat. “Hey.” He responded softly. “You should go back to bed.”
Chloe narrowed her eyes at him. “And miss watching you walk away?”
Dean closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. “Chloe-“
Chloe sliced a hand through the air and felt tears well up in her eyes, “I love you, Dean.”
Dean walked over to her, his hands cupping her face. “I’m not leaving, Chloe.” At her pointed look he grinned, “I was just going to the car to grab some clothes.”
Chloe bit her lip and looked away, all of her insecurities rising up to bite her in the ass. “I’m sorry.”
Dean shook his head and placed his lips between her eyebrows, smoothing away the line there. “You’re it for me, Chloe.” He felt her body shake and lean into his. “I love you.”
Chloe opened her eyes and looked up into his sincere face. “Thank god.” She blew out a relieved breath. “I was afraid you’d said that just to get laid last night.”
Dean chuckled and ruffled her hair. “I’ll be right back.”
Dean pulled up to her apartment over the Talon and Sam hopped out before Dean could put it in park.
“What are you doing?” Dean asked as Sam practically raced him up the outside steps to Chloe’s back door.
Sam was already knocking and nervously putting his hands in his pockets and pulling them back out. Chloe watched this through the peephole and said through the door, “Hands where I can see them, Buster.”
Sam stilled his movements and slowly took his hands out of his pockets and held them up.
Dean laughed and swatted Sammy on the back. “Open up, Goldie.”
Chloe sucked in a sharp breath and undid the locks in a hurry, her hands shaking and her heartbeat threatening to drown out any other sound. “Dean?” She jerked the door open and nearly barreled over the really tall guy to get to the man beside him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist and her lips met his in a hungry kiss.
Sam, not sure where to put himself, just stepped back into the apartment and watched the scene unfold. Chloe murmured something in a low voice and Dean responded in kind. He knew his brother kept in touch with Chloe. Sometimes if they were on a job within a few hours driving distance to Metropolis Dean would disappear for a night. And on the occasional late night chat session he could hear Dean on the phone, speaking soft and low for whomever was on the other end.
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
Dirty deeds and they’re done dirt cheap
Sam could only watch with raised eyebrows as his brother, holding tight to Chloe under her thighs, carried her through the door and past him. He watched with interest as they made it down a hall and a door was flung open and then slammed behind them. Sam cleared his throat uncomfortably at Chloe’s squeal of laughter and Dean’s low growl. He shrugged and then walked backwards, out of the door, and downstairs to the coffee shop below, shutting the door behind him.
He wondered how long their reunion could last.
The End
A/N: I know, not as smutty as the first two parts. However, I am currently working on a super smutty 3 some follow up to Toy Soldiers. Wish me luck. These boys are hot.