Here It Goes Again (5/5) - Complete
Title: Here It Goes Again (5/5)
Author: divas_lament
Beta: strangevisitor7
Rated: PG-13
Fandom: Supernatural, Smallville & Highlander
Characters: From The Immortal!Dean Universe by strangevisitor7 : Dean Winchester, Richie Ryan, JD Winchester, & Mule Winchester. From pen37 : Chloe from Meta!Chloe verse. From my Spawn Verse: Holly Winchester, Dean Winchester.
Summary: Holly needs advice, so she goes to visit the closest thing to her mom she can get - her mom from another reality.
Thanks bunches to strangevisitor7 for allowing me to play in her sandbox for a while and for the beta-ing, the handholding, and the brainstorming!
It took another day or two, but Holly finally got her power under control. She could turn it on and off as needed without any accidents. In fact, she had worked on it enough where she was able to use it to annoy JD - sending little jolts through his system by poking him - returning his favor for keeping her on her last thread of patience the last few days.
“Cut it out!” JD snapped, shrugging away from where she had just poked him in the shoulder again.
Holly sighed, twisting the dish towel in her hand as she waited. “You wash dishes too slow.”
“So you zap me in the arm?” He posited sarcastically.
“Maybe it’d make you go faster,” she retorted. “I don’t want to spend all night waiting for you to pass a plate for me to dry it off.”
JD shook his head, handing her a dish to dry. The two had been roped into cleaning up after dinner. Though they no longer looked like the youngest there, in terms of actual years, they were. Given that they had spaghetti and the sauce seemed to stick, it was taking a little longer for the dishes to be washed. And JD seemed to be taking the brunt of it.
Holly sat on the counter, the heels of her feet tapping rhythmically against the cabinet as she swung her feet in boredom. She bit her lip, looking around the empty kitchen. Glancing back towards JD, she began inching her hand towards him once more.
JD, without looking over, splashed the sudsy water at her. Holly’s eyes widened and a smirk crossed her features. Reaching over, she lifted the spray nozzle, launching a stream of water at JD’s face.
“Hey! What the hell are you doing?” Dean asked.
Guilty looks crossed their faces. “Nothing,” JD and Holly replied simultaneously.
His brow rose. “Good,” he said. “We’re leaving in the morning.” Looking to Holly, he added, “Don’t need anyone self-combusting on us.”
---
Dean eyed the two before he left the room, having a feeling that the room might look like a flash flood hit it if the dishes weren’t done soon. It was like babysitting, but the “babies” were both past the legal drinking age. He shook his head heading upstairs to Chloe’s study where she was working on the article that had been postponed when Holly showed up.
It had been a weird few days for them all. He and Richie had died a handful of times, taking turns acting as crash test dummies for Holly’s trial and error experiments. And Chloe had taken it all in stride, acting as if this wasn’t the first time she had to hold someone’s hand while they figured out what kind of freaky shit was going on in their body.
The door was open when he got to her office and the lack of formal invitation did not stop him from entering the room and dropping down onto the leather recliner.
“I just want you to know that coming back from the dead is a pain in the ass,” Dean said quietly.
“Holly appreciates it,” she responded, as she attached the document to an e-mail to send to Kansas. “I appreciate it.”
Dean reclined back, closing his eyes. He could hear two sets of footsteps traveling up the staircase, hushed voices echoing down the other end of the hallway:
“You’re a pig,” Holly’s irritated voice sounded. “I like Hannah. She’s a really nice girl.”
“You met her once!” JD responded defensively.
“And it was enough for me to know she had more sense than that other one Paisley. The hell kind of name is that anyway? Is she some kind of stripper?”
He smirked, hearing the voices fade as a door closed. It struck him, then, that this could have been his life - kind of. Having a kid, having a cousin for JD to hang around with… But that just wasn’t in the cards, no matter that Holly shared his and Chloe’s DNA.
As if she was a passenger on his train of thought, Chloe spoke.
“You ever think about having kids?” Chloe asked, turning in her chair to face him.
“It’s not an option.”
“But if it was,” she added.
“Hunting’s a tough gig. On the road all the time. Not really the best family environment.”
“You managed to do it in at least one other reality,” Chloe pointed out with a shrug.
“No point in thinking about it if it isn’t even a possibility,” Dean said, deflecting the question. He looked over, seeing the thoughtful expression on her face. “Why? Do you -?”
“It’s not an option.” Her mimic of his earlier statement was accompanied with a wry smile.
---
Epilogue
“Hey, Dad,” Holly said with a small smile on her face.
“Where’ve you been the last couple days?” Dean asked, moving out from under the hood of the Impala. “Decided to take a vacation?”
“Just around,” she answered vaguely. “Nowhere in particular.”
“Sounds nice.”
Holly shrugged. “There’s something I need to tell you and mom…”
Dean looked up quickly. “You’re not pregnant, are you?”
She sighed exasperatedly, throwing her hands into the air. “Why is it that every time I say I need to talk to you, you think I’m pregnant? Seriously, Dad, I may have taken sex ed in Smallville, but I do know about contraception.”
He leaned against the car, wiping his greasy hands on a rag. “This is going to give me more gray hair, isn’t it?”
“Embrace the silver fox thing, Dad.”
Author: divas_lament
Beta: strangevisitor7
Rated: PG-13
Fandom: Supernatural, Smallville & Highlander
Characters: From The Immortal!Dean Universe by strangevisitor7 : Dean Winchester, Richie Ryan, JD Winchester, & Mule Winchester. From pen37 : Chloe from Meta!Chloe verse. From my Spawn Verse: Holly Winchester, Dean Winchester.
Summary: Holly needs advice, so she goes to visit the closest thing to her mom she can get - her mom from another reality.
Thanks bunches to strangevisitor7 for allowing me to play in her sandbox for a while and for the beta-ing, the handholding, and the brainstorming!
It took another day or two, but Holly finally got her power under control. She could turn it on and off as needed without any accidents. In fact, she had worked on it enough where she was able to use it to annoy JD - sending little jolts through his system by poking him - returning his favor for keeping her on her last thread of patience the last few days.
“Cut it out!” JD snapped, shrugging away from where she had just poked him in the shoulder again.
Holly sighed, twisting the dish towel in her hand as she waited. “You wash dishes too slow.”
“So you zap me in the arm?” He posited sarcastically.
“Maybe it’d make you go faster,” she retorted. “I don’t want to spend all night waiting for you to pass a plate for me to dry it off.”
JD shook his head, handing her a dish to dry. The two had been roped into cleaning up after dinner. Though they no longer looked like the youngest there, in terms of actual years, they were. Given that they had spaghetti and the sauce seemed to stick, it was taking a little longer for the dishes to be washed. And JD seemed to be taking the brunt of it.
Holly sat on the counter, the heels of her feet tapping rhythmically against the cabinet as she swung her feet in boredom. She bit her lip, looking around the empty kitchen. Glancing back towards JD, she began inching her hand towards him once more.
JD, without looking over, splashed the sudsy water at her. Holly’s eyes widened and a smirk crossed her features. Reaching over, she lifted the spray nozzle, launching a stream of water at JD’s face.
“Hey! What the hell are you doing?” Dean asked.
Guilty looks crossed their faces. “Nothing,” JD and Holly replied simultaneously.
His brow rose. “Good,” he said. “We’re leaving in the morning.” Looking to Holly, he added, “Don’t need anyone self-combusting on us.”
---
Dean eyed the two before he left the room, having a feeling that the room might look like a flash flood hit it if the dishes weren’t done soon. It was like babysitting, but the “babies” were both past the legal drinking age. He shook his head heading upstairs to Chloe’s study where she was working on the article that had been postponed when Holly showed up.
It had been a weird few days for them all. He and Richie had died a handful of times, taking turns acting as crash test dummies for Holly’s trial and error experiments. And Chloe had taken it all in stride, acting as if this wasn’t the first time she had to hold someone’s hand while they figured out what kind of freaky shit was going on in their body.
The door was open when he got to her office and the lack of formal invitation did not stop him from entering the room and dropping down onto the leather recliner.
“I just want you to know that coming back from the dead is a pain in the ass,” Dean said quietly.
“Holly appreciates it,” she responded, as she attached the document to an e-mail to send to Kansas. “I appreciate it.”
Dean reclined back, closing his eyes. He could hear two sets of footsteps traveling up the staircase, hushed voices echoing down the other end of the hallway:
“You’re a pig,” Holly’s irritated voice sounded. “I like Hannah. She’s a really nice girl.”
“You met her once!” JD responded defensively.
“And it was enough for me to know she had more sense than that other one Paisley. The hell kind of name is that anyway? Is she some kind of stripper?”
He smirked, hearing the voices fade as a door closed. It struck him, then, that this could have been his life - kind of. Having a kid, having a cousin for JD to hang around with… But that just wasn’t in the cards, no matter that Holly shared his and Chloe’s DNA.
As if she was a passenger on his train of thought, Chloe spoke.
“You ever think about having kids?” Chloe asked, turning in her chair to face him.
“It’s not an option.”
“But if it was,” she added.
“Hunting’s a tough gig. On the road all the time. Not really the best family environment.”
“You managed to do it in at least one other reality,” Chloe pointed out with a shrug.
“No point in thinking about it if it isn’t even a possibility,” Dean said, deflecting the question. He looked over, seeing the thoughtful expression on her face. “Why? Do you -?”
“It’s not an option.” Her mimic of his earlier statement was accompanied with a wry smile.
---
Epilogue
“Hey, Dad,” Holly said with a small smile on her face.
“Where’ve you been the last couple days?” Dean asked, moving out from under the hood of the Impala. “Decided to take a vacation?”
“Just around,” she answered vaguely. “Nowhere in particular.”
“Sounds nice.”
Holly shrugged. “There’s something I need to tell you and mom…”
Dean looked up quickly. “You’re not pregnant, are you?”
She sighed exasperatedly, throwing her hands into the air. “Why is it that every time I say I need to talk to you, you think I’m pregnant? Seriously, Dad, I may have taken sex ed in Smallville, but I do know about contraception.”
He leaned against the car, wiping his greasy hands on a rag. “This is going to give me more gray hair, isn’t it?”
“Embrace the silver fox thing, Dad.”