Two Guys, a Girl and a Chevy Impala: As The End Draws Near (1/5)
Series: Two Guys, a Girl and a Chevy Impala
Fic 22: As the End Draws Near
Authors: clarksmuse and xtremeroswellia
Rated: NC-17
Pairings: Dean/Chloe, Sam/Sarah
Disclaimer: Not ours. Please don't sue, okay? Thanks. :P
The air was still, but heavy with a dark sense of foreboding and Chloe could feel the hair on the back of her neck standing up as she stood beside Dean on the hill overlooking the cemetery. Her stomach tightened with anxiety, the breath catching in her throat as she watched the gates of hell open before her.
Sam clutched a flask of holy water in his hand, sweat dripping down his forehead as he saw the unthinkable happening. He swallowed hard and glanced at his brother. His face was stony and set, as was Chloe’s. They were ready for this, and he was grateful Sarah was, for the moment, out of the way. Especially when the demon with his catlike yellow eyes, suddenly appeared out of nowhere and set his gaze on him.
"Come on," Dean grumbled under his breath and felt the cool steel of the Colt on his back. It was their moment: they had Hell to contend with, but they would get through this. They had to.
Sam lifted his chin a little, staring hard at the Yellow Eyed Demon, his body tense and ready for a fight. He reached out briefly and touched Sarah's arm, then glanced to his left to see the members of the Justice League looking more than a tad horrified at what was happening.
"What the hell is that?" A.C. whispered, clearly alarmed at the large group of what looked like people heading their way.
"Uh, that'd be Hell, apparently," Oliver replied, never taking his eyes off the humans who moved towards them. Humans with dead eyes. Lex's mutant army.
"We are so screwed," Chloe said inaudibly.
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Three days earlier...
The afternoon seemed dark, even by normal late October standards. Dean had glanced at the clock and noted it was only 3PM. "Hey, anyone notice how it's dark when it shouldn't be?" he asked loudly to anyone who could hear him from Missouri's living room.
Sam slowly looked up from where he was sitting at the kitchen table at his laptop. He blinked as he glanced toward the window. "Storm?" he guessed uncertainly.
"I don't think so," Chloe murmured, shivering involuntarily as she stepped out onto Missouri's porch.
Dean bolted out of his chair, put the newly cleaned Colt into the waistband of his jeans, and followed her. He nearly ran into her, too, when he walked out the front porch to find her just on the other side, a look of horror on her face. He started to ask what was wrong, but that was when he saw it: a pale red gleam that colored everything around them. "What the --?"
"Look at the moon," she whispered, her voice choked as she reached out to grab his arm.
Following her horrified gaze, he looked into the sky. Crap. There was no mistaking the blood-red thing hovering low in the sky, a full circle of color the likes of which he had only read f in legend. "Sam! Sarah! Get the hell out here!" he demanded in a hard voice. He hooked an arm around Chloe's waist and pulled her to him to try and keep her standing upright. He felt her trembling against him and swallowed hard.
"Well, I don't know a lot about the moon, but I know that can't be good," she tried to joke.
Sam stepped out onto the porch, Sarah right behind him. He looked up, his eyes widening. "Oh shit."
"Holy hell," Sarah said aloud, mouth agape, and gripped Sam's hand tightly. "What is that?"
"The end of the world as we know it?" Dean deadpanned.
"It's a blood moon," he murmured. "Legend has it that it signals the impending apocalypse."
Sarah wanted to toss up her hands. "Well, geez, if the yellow-eyed demon wanted to end the world, why didn't he just say so?" Her words fell flat on her lips, and she stopped. Ill-timed humor was not the answer.
Dean turned to go back inside and tugged Chloe with him. He found Missouri standing in the living room, a pensive look on her face as she stared outside the front window at the events unfolding. "Missouri, is it starting?" he asked.
She turned to look at him, her eyes sad. "It is."
"How long we got?"
"72 hours, give or take a couple."
Sarah sucked in a terrified breath, having followed Sam into the room. "Three days?" she whispered. "I take it that's when the gate's going to open?"
"And all hell breaks loose," Chloe murmured, sitting down on the sofa.
Dean sighed heavily and rubbed a hand over his face. "So, what does this mean? The moon's red, for God's sakes. What's next, a plague of locusts?" He looked outside and noticed it had gotten darker the last couple minutes. "Great, and it's getting darker."
Sarah looked uncertainly at Sam. "Is this the three day darkness we read about?"
"I wouldn't be surprised." He drew in a breath and moved to stand by the window.
Sarah looked at the guys, then over at Chloe. What were they going to do? she wondered and unconsciously settled her hands across her stomach.
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Chloe stared intently at the television screen, sandwiched between Dean and Sarah on the sofa. She grimaced as she watched the images flickering by--a huge volcano eruption in Hawaii, and another in Thailand. The news was doing split-screen coverage and she leaned forward, resting her arms on her knees. The skies were pitch black even though it was 9 AM. Darkness had fallen and the reporters were chatting excitedly, wondering if and when it would lift. Maybe the sun had exploded, one theorized and she shook her head a little. "Idiots."
"There's a stronger word for that," Dean muttered under his breath and sucked in his breath when an update of the death toll was announced.
Sarah rolled her eyes and squeezed Sam's hand tightly. "Okay, they're hypothesizing that it's the end of the world. How obvious could they get?"
Sam gripped her hand tightly in return, staring at the TV. "They wouldn't be wrong," he murmured.
Chloe grimaced a little, swallowing hard as the image flickered with static, then a new picture was on the screen. A riot in Los Angeles, another in New York, a third in London. Buildings and streets were on fire, people running rampant with baseball bats and golf clubs, ransacking what they could from stores.
"Trust people to take advantage of blackouts," Sarah muttered under her breath and looked down at her stomach. As if in agreement, she felt the baby kick gently against her ribs and smiled. "Glad you agree, little guy."
Dean bit back a smile at the mention of his soon-to-be nephew but kept his eyes glued to the television. "God, the things people do. It's insane." When he heard someone running by a camera shouting "It's the end of the world!", he snarked, "Yeah, time to put your aluminum cap on, ya dummy!"
Sam snorted involuntarily at his remark. "Dude, you watch too much TV."
"Hey, I like that movie," he protested. "Besides, gotta do something when you're into your research thing." He glanced at Chloe and smirked.
And I wasn't always around to do, she thought, returning his smirk.
Sarah couldn't suppress the bit of laughter that trickled from her lips. Dean looked over Sarah's head and playfully glared at her. "What?" she asked innocently. "It's true!"
"Doesn't mean you have to laugh about it," he retorted and slung an arm around Chloe. He kissed the side of her head and whispered, "That's something I've been meaning to talk to you about."
She curled against him, resting a hand against his chest. "What's that?" she asked softly.
"You. Me. The bed in the back hall."
"Ugh, God, only you would talk about sex while the world's ending," Sarah complained loudly and leaned against Sam.
Seems like a good reason to talk about it, Sam thought with a hint of teasing, dropping a kiss to her forehead.
Before either of the girls had a chance to respond, there was a loud sound against the roof. Like huge chunks of hail. Startled, Chloe pulled away and looked out the window, her eyes widening. "Oh my God."
Sarah was startled so badly she buried her head into Sam's chest for a moment. "Is that hail?" she whispered. Did hail make such thunderous noises when it hit the roof like that?
Dean got up, moved to the window, and pulled back a curtain. Large blobs of what he thought was hail fell like small meteors from the sky. "Looks like," he growled in anger, "and if one of them damages my car, that yellow-eyed bastard's going to pay for it."
"It's not hail," Chloe whispered and looked more closely outside. "It's...toads."
"Toads?" Dean peered out into the darkness and was shocked to find that, instead of large, round chunks of frozen ice, there were thousands of toads hopping around on the ground. "What the...?" he whispered, clearly perplexed.
"Rain of toads." Sam pulled Sarah closer to him and drew in a breath.
"They're here." Missouri suddenly appeared in the doorway. "Bobby and the others. They just reached the city lines."
Dean turned and looked at Missouri, a determined look on his face to hide his shock. "Good timing, too, especially with it friggin' raining toads outside."
"Thing's got a flair for the dramatic," Sarah murmured and looked up at Sam.
"Well maybe it'll take care of the damn mosquito population around here."
"And maybe it'll rain cats and dogs next to eat all the toads," Dean snarked.
Missouri smirked at him and disappeared into the kitchen.
Chloe rose to her feet, slowly heading toward the porch.
"Whoa, whoa, where the hell do you think you're going?" Dean demanded and followed her.
"It's not every day a girl gets to see an actual rain of toads." She arched an eyebrow as she opened the door and stepped onto the porch.
Dean frowned and walked onto the porch with her. "Then I'm coming with you, just to make sure those suckers aren't damaging my other girl." He grabbed her hand and pulled her back against his chest.
She drew in a breath, watching more toads plop onto the ground and hop away in every direction, as if they were confused as to how they'd gotten there.
Resting his chin on top of her head, Dean pondered a moment the irony of the situation. It was the end; he knew that. The yellow-eyed demon would make his appearance at the stroke of midnight on Halloween, the one night both he and Sam had hated for such a long time. And with it would be the army of Lex's cloned freak people, fully ready and armed with demonic abilities to kill, maim, and otherwise destroy anything in their paths. He should be preparing: checking the guns, stockpiling rocksalt, making sure Chloe would remain safe.
And yet, all he wanted to do was hold Chloe and watch the strangeness of raining frogs. It would be something they'd tell their children one day.
The thought startled him, stunned him, and for a second, Dean tensed.
She felt him tense and glanced up at him. "You okay?"
He swallowed hard and for a second, wished his mental block had been down. So he wouldn't have to say anything. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I'm... yeah, couldn't be better."
She started to respond when a helicopter suddenly roared overhead. Startled, she moved forward a little, looking up, shaking her head when she saw the painted "Queen" on the side of it.
"Speaking of a drama queen," Dean joked and followed her gaze. He saw splotches of frog whiz by frantically as the helicopter blades sliced through the night air. The sound of frog chirping grew to a deafening pitch as he watched several ropes shoot out of the hovering chopper before dark figures slid down them. "Guess part of the cavalry's here," he muttered, eyes growing dark at Clark's bulky body hitting the ground.
She took his hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We're gonna need all the cavalry we can get." Her voice was quiet.
Yeah, but not until I take a piece out of Clark Kent's ass, he thought angrily.
She drew in a breath, watching as the JLA guys approached. Bart raced up to the porch. "Dude. The weather here sucks. It's raining reptiles!"
"You're so observant," Oliver replied without looking at Bart. Instead he fixed his intense gaze on the couple who stood before them. "Chloe, Dean. I see the end is beginning."
"Yeah, and the ending's going to be even better," Dean commented and peeled his eyes away from Clark's uncertain gaze.
"There isn't going to be an ending," Chloe said, glancing up at him.
"We hope," Bart grumbled, watching in fascination as the toads hopped around.
"Where are the others?" A.C. asked and shot a glance at Oliver. "This one's practically had an aneurysm over seeing Jo again."
"Shut up, Dolphin Boy, before I turn you into fish bait," Oliver growled.
Dean smirked. "They're on their way, so Blondie can rest at ease."
Chloe met Clark's eyes briefly, then glanced to the driveway as a large, old Mustang pulled in. "Speaking of Jo..."
Dean watched as one of Bobby's Mustang creaked into the driveway, carrying Ellen, Jo, and Ava. He wasn't sure whether to feel pleasure or dread at the thought of everyone being, for the moment, in the same tiny house. "They're here," he said and turned heel to go into the house for Sam and Sarah.
Oliver turned and grinned widely as he saw Jo leap out of the van and hightail it to the porch, where the rest of them stood.
She barely glanced at the others after spotting Ollie. Large smirk on her face, she raised her eyebrows. "Long time, no see, Stranger."
He took her hand and smiled down at the breathless look in her eyes. "Sorry I haven't called. Business and whatnot," he said softly, oblivious to all the snickering around them.
"Look at Lover Boy, in action again," Victor stated with a laugh.
"Okay, think you girls can continue this inside, where it's frogless?" Bobby complained loudly.
"What's the matter, Bobby? Scared of some little toads?" Jo smirked and turned to look at him.
Ellen shook her head a little, giving Oliver a warning look before heading into the house.
"Do you know what those things are capable of, given the right circumstances and spells?" he retorted and headed into the house.
"What, turning someone green?" Oliver said and winked at Jo.
"He's so dramatic." She stepped closer and pressed her lips against his without hesitation.
His hand cupped the back of her head and held her in place, their kiss deepening for a moment before he stepped away. "That's the kind of welcome I've been waiting for."
"Should I hope for the end of the world more often?" she teased.
"No. I just need to find better excuses to kiss you," he replied and brushed his lips against hers again for a moment.
"Woo! Go Queen," Bart said with a wide grin, watching.
Oliver pulled back and glared at Bart. "Don't call you Impulse for nothing," he grumbled and led Jo into the small house.
"Nice going, Bart," Clark said with a smirk. "You know you're on his list when we get back to Metropolis, right?" He glanced over at Chloe and tried to smile.
"He couldn't catch me if he wanted to." He grinned and winked at Chloe before heading into the house.
Clark watched Bart and Victor go inside, then looked down at Chloe. "So I'd ask how things are going, but that's pretty obvious, isn't it?" He nodded towards the house, towards Dean.
"Minus the whole impending apocalypse? Things are okay." Her voice was quiet.
"Sure, and Dean's not out for my blood," he grumbled and stepped into the doorway.
She watched him go, then turned to look at the driveway once more, realizing it had stopped raining. Not that that meant a damn thing. She drew in a breath, let it out slowly and stepped into the house, as well.
Fic 22: As the End Draws Near
Authors: clarksmuse and xtremeroswellia
Rated: NC-17
Pairings: Dean/Chloe, Sam/Sarah
Disclaimer: Not ours. Please don't sue, okay? Thanks. :P
The air was still, but heavy with a dark sense of foreboding and Chloe could feel the hair on the back of her neck standing up as she stood beside Dean on the hill overlooking the cemetery. Her stomach tightened with anxiety, the breath catching in her throat as she watched the gates of hell open before her.
Sam clutched a flask of holy water in his hand, sweat dripping down his forehead as he saw the unthinkable happening. He swallowed hard and glanced at his brother. His face was stony and set, as was Chloe’s. They were ready for this, and he was grateful Sarah was, for the moment, out of the way. Especially when the demon with his catlike yellow eyes, suddenly appeared out of nowhere and set his gaze on him.
"Come on," Dean grumbled under his breath and felt the cool steel of the Colt on his back. It was their moment: they had Hell to contend with, but they would get through this. They had to.
Sam lifted his chin a little, staring hard at the Yellow Eyed Demon, his body tense and ready for a fight. He reached out briefly and touched Sarah's arm, then glanced to his left to see the members of the Justice League looking more than a tad horrified at what was happening.
"What the hell is that?" A.C. whispered, clearly alarmed at the large group of what looked like people heading their way.
"Uh, that'd be Hell, apparently," Oliver replied, never taking his eyes off the humans who moved towards them. Humans with dead eyes. Lex's mutant army.
"We are so screwed," Chloe said inaudibly.
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Three days earlier...
The afternoon seemed dark, even by normal late October standards. Dean had glanced at the clock and noted it was only 3PM. "Hey, anyone notice how it's dark when it shouldn't be?" he asked loudly to anyone who could hear him from Missouri's living room.
Sam slowly looked up from where he was sitting at the kitchen table at his laptop. He blinked as he glanced toward the window. "Storm?" he guessed uncertainly.
"I don't think so," Chloe murmured, shivering involuntarily as she stepped out onto Missouri's porch.
Dean bolted out of his chair, put the newly cleaned Colt into the waistband of his jeans, and followed her. He nearly ran into her, too, when he walked out the front porch to find her just on the other side, a look of horror on her face. He started to ask what was wrong, but that was when he saw it: a pale red gleam that colored everything around them. "What the --?"
"Look at the moon," she whispered, her voice choked as she reached out to grab his arm.
Following her horrified gaze, he looked into the sky. Crap. There was no mistaking the blood-red thing hovering low in the sky, a full circle of color the likes of which he had only read f in legend. "Sam! Sarah! Get the hell out here!" he demanded in a hard voice. He hooked an arm around Chloe's waist and pulled her to him to try and keep her standing upright. He felt her trembling against him and swallowed hard.
"Well, I don't know a lot about the moon, but I know that can't be good," she tried to joke.
Sam stepped out onto the porch, Sarah right behind him. He looked up, his eyes widening. "Oh shit."
"Holy hell," Sarah said aloud, mouth agape, and gripped Sam's hand tightly. "What is that?"
"The end of the world as we know it?" Dean deadpanned.
"It's a blood moon," he murmured. "Legend has it that it signals the impending apocalypse."
Sarah wanted to toss up her hands. "Well, geez, if the yellow-eyed demon wanted to end the world, why didn't he just say so?" Her words fell flat on her lips, and she stopped. Ill-timed humor was not the answer.
Dean turned to go back inside and tugged Chloe with him. He found Missouri standing in the living room, a pensive look on her face as she stared outside the front window at the events unfolding. "Missouri, is it starting?" he asked.
She turned to look at him, her eyes sad. "It is."
"How long we got?"
"72 hours, give or take a couple."
Sarah sucked in a terrified breath, having followed Sam into the room. "Three days?" she whispered. "I take it that's when the gate's going to open?"
"And all hell breaks loose," Chloe murmured, sitting down on the sofa.
Dean sighed heavily and rubbed a hand over his face. "So, what does this mean? The moon's red, for God's sakes. What's next, a plague of locusts?" He looked outside and noticed it had gotten darker the last couple minutes. "Great, and it's getting darker."
Sarah looked uncertainly at Sam. "Is this the three day darkness we read about?"
"I wouldn't be surprised." He drew in a breath and moved to stand by the window.
Sarah looked at the guys, then over at Chloe. What were they going to do? she wondered and unconsciously settled her hands across her stomach.
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Chloe stared intently at the television screen, sandwiched between Dean and Sarah on the sofa. She grimaced as she watched the images flickering by--a huge volcano eruption in Hawaii, and another in Thailand. The news was doing split-screen coverage and she leaned forward, resting her arms on her knees. The skies were pitch black even though it was 9 AM. Darkness had fallen and the reporters were chatting excitedly, wondering if and when it would lift. Maybe the sun had exploded, one theorized and she shook her head a little. "Idiots."
"There's a stronger word for that," Dean muttered under his breath and sucked in his breath when an update of the death toll was announced.
Sarah rolled her eyes and squeezed Sam's hand tightly. "Okay, they're hypothesizing that it's the end of the world. How obvious could they get?"
Sam gripped her hand tightly in return, staring at the TV. "They wouldn't be wrong," he murmured.
Chloe grimaced a little, swallowing hard as the image flickered with static, then a new picture was on the screen. A riot in Los Angeles, another in New York, a third in London. Buildings and streets were on fire, people running rampant with baseball bats and golf clubs, ransacking what they could from stores.
"Trust people to take advantage of blackouts," Sarah muttered under her breath and looked down at her stomach. As if in agreement, she felt the baby kick gently against her ribs and smiled. "Glad you agree, little guy."
Dean bit back a smile at the mention of his soon-to-be nephew but kept his eyes glued to the television. "God, the things people do. It's insane." When he heard someone running by a camera shouting "It's the end of the world!", he snarked, "Yeah, time to put your aluminum cap on, ya dummy!"
Sam snorted involuntarily at his remark. "Dude, you watch too much TV."
"Hey, I like that movie," he protested. "Besides, gotta do something when you're into your research thing." He glanced at Chloe and smirked.
And I wasn't always around to do, she thought, returning his smirk.
Sarah couldn't suppress the bit of laughter that trickled from her lips. Dean looked over Sarah's head and playfully glared at her. "What?" she asked innocently. "It's true!"
"Doesn't mean you have to laugh about it," he retorted and slung an arm around Chloe. He kissed the side of her head and whispered, "That's something I've been meaning to talk to you about."
She curled against him, resting a hand against his chest. "What's that?" she asked softly.
"You. Me. The bed in the back hall."
"Ugh, God, only you would talk about sex while the world's ending," Sarah complained loudly and leaned against Sam.
Seems like a good reason to talk about it, Sam thought with a hint of teasing, dropping a kiss to her forehead.
Before either of the girls had a chance to respond, there was a loud sound against the roof. Like huge chunks of hail. Startled, Chloe pulled away and looked out the window, her eyes widening. "Oh my God."
Sarah was startled so badly she buried her head into Sam's chest for a moment. "Is that hail?" she whispered. Did hail make such thunderous noises when it hit the roof like that?
Dean got up, moved to the window, and pulled back a curtain. Large blobs of what he thought was hail fell like small meteors from the sky. "Looks like," he growled in anger, "and if one of them damages my car, that yellow-eyed bastard's going to pay for it."
"It's not hail," Chloe whispered and looked more closely outside. "It's...toads."
"Toads?" Dean peered out into the darkness and was shocked to find that, instead of large, round chunks of frozen ice, there were thousands of toads hopping around on the ground. "What the...?" he whispered, clearly perplexed.
"Rain of toads." Sam pulled Sarah closer to him and drew in a breath.
"They're here." Missouri suddenly appeared in the doorway. "Bobby and the others. They just reached the city lines."
Dean turned and looked at Missouri, a determined look on his face to hide his shock. "Good timing, too, especially with it friggin' raining toads outside."
"Thing's got a flair for the dramatic," Sarah murmured and looked up at Sam.
"Well maybe it'll take care of the damn mosquito population around here."
"And maybe it'll rain cats and dogs next to eat all the toads," Dean snarked.
Missouri smirked at him and disappeared into the kitchen.
Chloe rose to her feet, slowly heading toward the porch.
"Whoa, whoa, where the hell do you think you're going?" Dean demanded and followed her.
"It's not every day a girl gets to see an actual rain of toads." She arched an eyebrow as she opened the door and stepped onto the porch.
Dean frowned and walked onto the porch with her. "Then I'm coming with you, just to make sure those suckers aren't damaging my other girl." He grabbed her hand and pulled her back against his chest.
She drew in a breath, watching more toads plop onto the ground and hop away in every direction, as if they were confused as to how they'd gotten there.
Resting his chin on top of her head, Dean pondered a moment the irony of the situation. It was the end; he knew that. The yellow-eyed demon would make his appearance at the stroke of midnight on Halloween, the one night both he and Sam had hated for such a long time. And with it would be the army of Lex's cloned freak people, fully ready and armed with demonic abilities to kill, maim, and otherwise destroy anything in their paths. He should be preparing: checking the guns, stockpiling rocksalt, making sure Chloe would remain safe.
And yet, all he wanted to do was hold Chloe and watch the strangeness of raining frogs. It would be something they'd tell their children one day.
The thought startled him, stunned him, and for a second, Dean tensed.
She felt him tense and glanced up at him. "You okay?"
He swallowed hard and for a second, wished his mental block had been down. So he wouldn't have to say anything. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I'm... yeah, couldn't be better."
She started to respond when a helicopter suddenly roared overhead. Startled, she moved forward a little, looking up, shaking her head when she saw the painted "Queen" on the side of it.
"Speaking of a drama queen," Dean joked and followed her gaze. He saw splotches of frog whiz by frantically as the helicopter blades sliced through the night air. The sound of frog chirping grew to a deafening pitch as he watched several ropes shoot out of the hovering chopper before dark figures slid down them. "Guess part of the cavalry's here," he muttered, eyes growing dark at Clark's bulky body hitting the ground.
She took his hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We're gonna need all the cavalry we can get." Her voice was quiet.
Yeah, but not until I take a piece out of Clark Kent's ass, he thought angrily.
She drew in a breath, watching as the JLA guys approached. Bart raced up to the porch. "Dude. The weather here sucks. It's raining reptiles!"
"You're so observant," Oliver replied without looking at Bart. Instead he fixed his intense gaze on the couple who stood before them. "Chloe, Dean. I see the end is beginning."
"Yeah, and the ending's going to be even better," Dean commented and peeled his eyes away from Clark's uncertain gaze.
"There isn't going to be an ending," Chloe said, glancing up at him.
"We hope," Bart grumbled, watching in fascination as the toads hopped around.
"Where are the others?" A.C. asked and shot a glance at Oliver. "This one's practically had an aneurysm over seeing Jo again."
"Shut up, Dolphin Boy, before I turn you into fish bait," Oliver growled.
Dean smirked. "They're on their way, so Blondie can rest at ease."
Chloe met Clark's eyes briefly, then glanced to the driveway as a large, old Mustang pulled in. "Speaking of Jo..."
Dean watched as one of Bobby's Mustang creaked into the driveway, carrying Ellen, Jo, and Ava. He wasn't sure whether to feel pleasure or dread at the thought of everyone being, for the moment, in the same tiny house. "They're here," he said and turned heel to go into the house for Sam and Sarah.
Oliver turned and grinned widely as he saw Jo leap out of the van and hightail it to the porch, where the rest of them stood.
She barely glanced at the others after spotting Ollie. Large smirk on her face, she raised her eyebrows. "Long time, no see, Stranger."
He took her hand and smiled down at the breathless look in her eyes. "Sorry I haven't called. Business and whatnot," he said softly, oblivious to all the snickering around them.
"Look at Lover Boy, in action again," Victor stated with a laugh.
"Okay, think you girls can continue this inside, where it's frogless?" Bobby complained loudly.
"What's the matter, Bobby? Scared of some little toads?" Jo smirked and turned to look at him.
Ellen shook her head a little, giving Oliver a warning look before heading into the house.
"Do you know what those things are capable of, given the right circumstances and spells?" he retorted and headed into the house.
"What, turning someone green?" Oliver said and winked at Jo.
"He's so dramatic." She stepped closer and pressed her lips against his without hesitation.
His hand cupped the back of her head and held her in place, their kiss deepening for a moment before he stepped away. "That's the kind of welcome I've been waiting for."
"Should I hope for the end of the world more often?" she teased.
"No. I just need to find better excuses to kiss you," he replied and brushed his lips against hers again for a moment.
"Woo! Go Queen," Bart said with a wide grin, watching.
Oliver pulled back and glared at Bart. "Don't call you Impulse for nothing," he grumbled and led Jo into the small house.
"Nice going, Bart," Clark said with a smirk. "You know you're on his list when we get back to Metropolis, right?" He glanced over at Chloe and tried to smile.
"He couldn't catch me if he wanted to." He grinned and winked at Chloe before heading into the house.
Clark watched Bart and Victor go inside, then looked down at Chloe. "So I'd ask how things are going, but that's pretty obvious, isn't it?" He nodded towards the house, towards Dean.
"Minus the whole impending apocalypse? Things are okay." Her voice was quiet.
"Sure, and Dean's not out for my blood," he grumbled and stepped into the doorway.
She watched him go, then turned to look at the driveway once more, realizing it had stopped raining. Not that that meant a damn thing. She drew in a breath, let it out slowly and stepped into the house, as well.