The Little Dictator (1/1)
Fic: The Little Dictator(1/1)
Series: Chance Winchesterverse
Summary: Ben and Lena rescue Chance from his arch nemesis.
Author: pen37
Beta: clarksmuse
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Lena, Ben, Chance
Pairing:Chloe/Dean, Lena/Chance
Rating: g
Crossovers_100 prompt # 41 Shapes
“Uh oh.”
Ben glanced over at Lena as she looked at her phone. Judging by the way she was chewing her bottom lip, something was bothering her.
“Problem?”
“It's Chance.”
He rolled his eyes at that. Figures. His baby brother was the biggest wuss on the planet. “Does he need you to change his diaper or something?”
She responded with a frosty glare in his direction that she had to have learned from Chloe. “He's been captured by Napoleon.”
She jerked the wheel, spinning her Hummer in the middle of the road and floored it back to Smallville.
“Wait! What are you doing?” Ben yelled at her. "We're supposed to be on a hunt."
“I'm going to rescue him.”
“From Napoleon?” Ben shook his head. “You can just let me out anywhere, Princess.”
“Now who’s the wuss?” Lena grinned.
“Hey, as far as I'm concerned it's his own fault for getting caught.”
“You know, he'd save you if you were trapped.”
“Yeah? Well, he's the super hero. I don't have an arch-nemesis to trap me.”
“Bitter much?”
“You. Pot. Kettle.”
“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes as they pulled up in front of their destination.
The two of them moved cautiously from the vehicle to the front steps. From there, they could see Chance. He was seated on his knees before a pink plastic table. A myriad of girly-colored blocks in various shapes had been lain out before him like a makeshift tea set. He looked up at them with pleading eyes. Help me! he mouthed.
Seated across the table from him was a little girl in a pink princess dress. She looked up at Chance with wide, green eyes. “Chance! It's your turn to pour the tea!”
Lena chuckled, drawing the girl's attention. “Lena!”
“Hi Rowan,” She said as she crossed the porch and scooped up the little girl. “Is your mommy or daddy home?”
“Mommy's at the auction house. Daddy is still out with Uncle Dean,” she said in one breath. Sam's daughter took a great gulp of air before continuing. “I'm glad you're here. Chance is stupid. Wanna see my Barbies?”
“I'd love that, Kiddo.” Lena sat Rowan down and let the little girl lead her into the house.
Once they'd gone, Ben directed a superior smirk at his brother. “Dude? You let a four-year-old boss you around?”
“At least she likes me,” Chance said with a frown.
Ben responded by looking at the tea set pointedly. “That's working out so well for you, stupid.”
“Shaddup.”