Fic: Endgame (11/11)
Fic: Endgame (11/11)
Series: Special Projects
Summary: The end.
Author: pen37
Beta: Strangevisitor7 and Clarksmuse
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chloe, Sam, Dean, everyone else.
Pairing:Chloe/Dean Sam/Sarah
Rating: pg
This is a part of the Special Projects series. You can find the rest of the series here.
Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10, Ch. 11& Epilogue
Ch. 11.
Dean tugged at the collar of his tux.
"I can't believe your cousin Lois talked me into wearing this monkey suit again."
Chloe paused in adjusting her gown to grasp his hands, and pull them away from his neck. "If I have to dress up - so do you."
Dean pulled back long enough to admire her. She wore the same dress that she'd worn the day they tied the knot. The only difference was that now - her longer hair had been pulled up.
His fingers itched to run through her hair and completely destroy her handiwork. In his opinion, there was nothing sexier than Chloe when her hair was falling around her face. He pulled her close, and dropped a kiss along her collarbone.
"Dean, stop!" She pushed at his shoulder ineffectually.
Dean grinned as he left an open-mouth kissed up the side of her neck.
"You're messing up my dress." Her voice dropped to a purr.
"Won't matter once you're out of it," he whispered in her ear.
Before she could reply, the door opened and Lois stuck her head into the room.
"God you guys, get a room!"
"Laneus interruptus," Chloe muttered.
"Can I shoot her?" Dean asked.
"No," Chloe sighed and pushed away. She shot an apologetic look to him while she readjusted her dress and smoothed down her hair. "Hold that thought. We'll recreate our honeymoon later."
Dean grinned at that. He liked the idea of not only spending all night in her arms, but waking up and letting her read to him while he wrapped himself around her - just so long as he didn't have another Tolkien-inspired dream where he was a ranger, Chloe was a hobbit, Sam was an elf and Bobby was a crotchety old wizard.
She walked to the door, paused and looked back at him with one eyebrow quirked. "Well, what are you waiting for? I'm not facing this firing squad alone."
Dean grinned in response as he took her arm. As the two of them walked through the door, they squinted in the glare of camera flashes.
In his half-blind state, Dean thought that maybe there were doves and bubbles. There was definitely rice and sparklers.
"Oh dear. She went over the top." Chloe leaned up to whisper to him.
Dean didn't trust himself to answer. He simply nodded as Lois led them out onto a large, open dance floor. He managed one decent imitation of Frankenstein, lurching side to side as Chloe gracefully led him around the dance floor. Then he abandoned her to her long line of male admirers - starting with her dad and Clark, followed by Daily Planet co-workers and friends from the Justice league in disguise.
His plan had been to find Sam and hide out by the keg for the rest of the night. But when he spotted his brother, Sam was whispering in Sarah's ear while she giggled. Jo and Ellen both looked like they might want to get him back out on the dance floor, so instead Dean tried to find some potted plant somewhere to look inconspicuous behind.
As he rounded a corner headed for the kitchen, he bumped into the priest from before.
"Hello, Dean."
Dean looked at him in surprise. "I'd have thought you would have been halfway to Rome by now."
"I'm headed that way. But I wanted to make sure that everything was okay with you and your angel. There were a few demons we missed during our bust. I wanted to make sure that they weren't going ot cause trouble for you."
"With the number of hunters and heroes here? Besides, we warded this place better than Solomen's temple." Dean nodded.
"It's better this way, you know." The priest said. "That we handled it ourselves. Look at Noah's flood. When the big man upstairs gets involved, his solutions are always extreme."
"Not arguing with you," Dean tucked his hands in his pockets. "We did okay for ourselves."
"We always do." The priest said.
Dean turned, and walked back toward the dance floor. Chloe's dance card might be full, but he figured he had the right to interrupt and steal her away. Her many male admirers would just have to get over it. After all, she was a married woman now.
Eventually - they'd get back to the real world. Sooner or later, they'd have to get around to hunting down the handful of demons that escaped their trap. But for now, he had his brother, his woman and the rest of his life stretching out before him with endless possibility.
He had time.
Epilogue.
So that's the story:How I met the Winchesters, how the world found out that things that go bump in the night are real and how the hunters and metahumans came together to save everyone.
For years now, people have asked me to tell the story. But I knew I couldn't. I was just too close to it. So when Clark Kent asked to document it, I knew he would be perfect. After all, I taught him everything he knows.
I'd like to say that we all lived happily ever after - but life doesn't work that way. We have good days and bad. And the fact that we have more good days than bad means a life well lived.
Once Jo got a taste for politics, she wasn't ready to go back to nomadic hunting. Instead, she stayed on as an advisor with Senator Kent. There are several pieces of legislation dealing with hunter's rights that have her fingerprints all over them.
Ellen rebuilt the roadhouse, again, and this time it stayed up.
Bobby went back to Singer Salvage. He liked the quiet, and most everybody respected that.
For his part in holding back the demon hordes, Mac received a pardon. He and his brother retired from hunting. We never saw them again. We weren't sad about that.
Gordon Walker vanished into the Gotham Prison system. We weren't surprised.
Special Agent Victor Hendrickson received several more commendations for his work with the GCPD.
Isaac joined the Justice League. Eventually he took over for the second Blue Beetle when he retired. We're still making Dread Pirate Roberts jokes at his expense.
My dad continued to work for Waynetech. I heard the owner of the company loves to surround himself with capable talent. I can't think of anyone more capable than my dad. He's lived to an impressive age. I blame that on his time with my aunt's family.
Speaking of my aunt; she and the rest of her people went back to their own land. I haven't heard from her since. Although occasionally all the liquor in the house vanishes for no reason.
I don't need to spend much room here discussing Lois and Clark, Ollie and Bruce, Lex and the Justice League. Their exploits are better told elsewhere. I will say that Lex developed a disturbing fetish for purple and green spandex, and leave it at that.
Vandal Savage's words eventually proved true. I'm not aging, and through my blood, neither is Dean.
At first, I feared what that would do to him as Sam grew old and he didn't. But as it turns out, Sam and Sarah surprised us all. One day, the two of them picked up and left - with no explanation.
We all thought they eloped. And in a way, we were right. They returned a month later as the guardians to some sacred relic or other. One of those things that grant extended life to its bearers. Don't ask me what it is; they won't say. They take their duties pretty seriously.
What can I say about Dean and me? We fight, we love, and we hunt.
Eventually, I left the Daily Planet to write novels. The Planet will always hold a special place in my heart, but my new career gives me more flexibility to chase my husband around the country, and chase our adopted kids around the house.
We can't have our own children, unfortunately. But that hasn't kept us from opening our hearts to anyone who needs a home. Some of them eventually became hunters. Some became vigilantes, and some live lives more ordinary. But all of them are heroes in my eyes.
I don't know what the future holds. Things have been quieter since the last demon war. Every few years, we hear of one that managed to get out of the pit - so we know they're still out there.
If they try again, we'll be waiting for them.
--Chloe Ann Sullivan Winchester
August 1, 2040
That's the end of Special Projects. As with any super-long writing project, it's had it's up moments and down moments. There were many, many people who made this possible. Clarksmuse and Xtremeroswellia for inspring me with their series, Two Guys, A Girl and a Chevy Impala, again Clarksmuse and Xtremeroswellia for Beta reading, Strangevisitor7 for beta reading, Divia_lament, fonapola and daisybalance for doing the occasional beta pinch-hit.
And again, Clarksmuse for holding my hand when things got scary. Anyone who has ever read and commented on the series. Everyone who was inspired to write Chlean because of this series. Every word of praise, every scrap of appreciation. The photomanips, vids and other forms of love. You guys kept me going and excited when I wanted to quit. You are all my inspiration, and I love every one of you.
Finally, A huge word of thanks to everyone who works so hard to create Supernatural and Smallville. The writers, the actors, directors and the unsung heros behind the scenes. Without you, were would we be?
Much thanks, and I love you all.
-- Pen37. Monday, November 17, 2008
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