Fic: Shotgun Picks the Movie (Driver Shuts His Cakehole) (1/1)
Shotgun Picks the Movie (Driver Shuts His Cakehole) (1/1)
By: Pen37
Rating: PG-13
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chloe, Dean
Pairing: Chloe/Dean
Summary: Growing up the way he did, there are a lot of things Dean missed out on. Sometimes Chloe feels like a tour guide for the childhood he missed.
A/N: I wrote this for the Codependance, Independance, and Everything In-Between drabble challenge that
lunarknightzis hosting. This is my submission. The prompt I started to write is Dean/Chloe drive-thru. But for some reason, I read it as Drive-In.
I'm also submitting this as part of my
crossovers100 challenge. Prompt #5 Outsides. The table is here.
Drive-Ins are kind of becoming a thing of the past. You have to look really hard to find one. But there are two within an hour's driving distance of where I live. I took the first two experiences that Chloe describes directly from things my parents told me about going to the drive in as kids. The third one is an experience that I had in college, when some friends and I went to the drive in as a novelty.
“So how does this drive-in thing work?” Dean Winchester looked at his girlfriend, Chloe Sullivan with a raised eyebrow.
Chloe smiled back at him indulgently. She knew that he didn’t have a normal childhood. Between taking care of his brother, and holding his dad together, he really stopped being a kid at four years old.
Sometimes, she felt like a tour guide, taking him through some of the things that normal kids did, and then taking pleasure in his enthusiastic reactions. Oh, she’d never get him to go with her to Worlds Of Fun up in Kansas City, or Six Flags over Metropolis. But for things like Jell-O-pudding pops, or the drive-in over in Granville, she could get him to bend a little.
“I’ve been to the drive-in about three times myself.” Chloe shrugged. “The first time was with mom and dad before the first meteor shower. The second time: Pete, Clark and I snuck in with Pete’s oldest brothers. And the third was just before graduation with Clark and Lois. Each time was different.”
“Different how?”
Chloe was convinced that hunters were just slightly-violent (okay, extremely violent) reporters who hadn’t learned to report. They investigated the same way. Asked the same five "Ws." When she’d explained that theory to Dean, he laughed at it and snarked back that maybe reporters were just pansy-ass hunters who hadn’t learned to hunt, and had delusions of being the next Stephen King. And with that observation, he learned that smart-assed hunters should keep their opinions to themselves, lest they sleep on the couch.
But back to his question. She frowned as she tried to remember her first trip to the drive-in. “We took mom’s SUV,” she said. “And mom and dad made me wear my PJs with the feet in them. I can’t remember what we were watching, because it was a double-feature. But they let me run around and play with the other kids my age until it got dark. Then I think I fell asleep about five minutes into the movie.”
He grunted in a way that could either mean 'I’m not going to fall asleep,' or 'I don’t have PJs with feet in them.' Either way, Chloe figured it wasn’t that much help.
“What happened when you went with Clark and Pete?”
“Back then the drive-in charged per person, not per car load. So Pete’s brother made us hide in the trunk so that he could sneak us in. We ate too much junk food, and then Pete threw up all over his brother’s date.”
“You sure I’m going to enjoy this?” Dean raised an eyebrow at her.
“Sure you are. Just - stay away from the hot dogs. Even if you have a cast-iron stomach.”
“So what about the third time?”
Chloe smiled. “Lois took us as a graduation gift. She didn’t have a lot of cash at the time - that was back when she was working at the Talon, before she discovered her higher calling.”
Dean snorted at that.
“Be nice,” Chloe said mildly. “Anyway, we took one of Mr. Kent’s farm trucks and a couple of lawn chairs. And Mrs. Kent packed us a picnic basket with all kinds of food. The three of us watched a Will Smith alien double feature: Independence Day and Men in Black. Lois and I loved it, and Clark hated it.”
“Gee, wonder why?” Dean snarked.
“Be nice,” She repeated.
“Whatever. So what’s playing at this drive in?”
“It’s a horror double feature. The Shining, and The Ring.”
“Chloe? From now on, maybe I should pick the movies.”
By: Pen37
Rating: PG-13
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chloe, Dean
Pairing: Chloe/Dean
Summary: Growing up the way he did, there are a lot of things Dean missed out on. Sometimes Chloe feels like a tour guide for the childhood he missed.
A/N: I wrote this for the Codependance, Independance, and Everything In-Between drabble challenge that
lunarknightzis hosting. This is my submission. The prompt I started to write is Dean/Chloe drive-thru. But for some reason, I read it as Drive-In.
I'm also submitting this as part of my
crossovers100 challenge. Prompt #5 Outsides. The table is here.
Drive-Ins are kind of becoming a thing of the past. You have to look really hard to find one. But there are two within an hour's driving distance of where I live. I took the first two experiences that Chloe describes directly from things my parents told me about going to the drive in as kids. The third one is an experience that I had in college, when some friends and I went to the drive in as a novelty.
“So how does this drive-in thing work?” Dean Winchester looked at his girlfriend, Chloe Sullivan with a raised eyebrow.
Chloe smiled back at him indulgently. She knew that he didn’t have a normal childhood. Between taking care of his brother, and holding his dad together, he really stopped being a kid at four years old.
Sometimes, she felt like a tour guide, taking him through some of the things that normal kids did, and then taking pleasure in his enthusiastic reactions. Oh, she’d never get him to go with her to Worlds Of Fun up in Kansas City, or Six Flags over Metropolis. But for things like Jell-O-pudding pops, or the drive-in over in Granville, she could get him to bend a little.
“I’ve been to the drive-in about three times myself.” Chloe shrugged. “The first time was with mom and dad before the first meteor shower. The second time: Pete, Clark and I snuck in with Pete’s oldest brothers. And the third was just before graduation with Clark and Lois. Each time was different.”
“Different how?”
Chloe was convinced that hunters were just slightly-violent (okay, extremely violent) reporters who hadn’t learned to report. They investigated the same way. Asked the same five "Ws." When she’d explained that theory to Dean, he laughed at it and snarked back that maybe reporters were just pansy-ass hunters who hadn’t learned to hunt, and had delusions of being the next Stephen King. And with that observation, he learned that smart-assed hunters should keep their opinions to themselves, lest they sleep on the couch.
But back to his question. She frowned as she tried to remember her first trip to the drive-in. “We took mom’s SUV,” she said. “And mom and dad made me wear my PJs with the feet in them. I can’t remember what we were watching, because it was a double-feature. But they let me run around and play with the other kids my age until it got dark. Then I think I fell asleep about five minutes into the movie.”
He grunted in a way that could either mean 'I’m not going to fall asleep,' or 'I don’t have PJs with feet in them.' Either way, Chloe figured it wasn’t that much help.
“What happened when you went with Clark and Pete?”
“Back then the drive-in charged per person, not per car load. So Pete’s brother made us hide in the trunk so that he could sneak us in. We ate too much junk food, and then Pete threw up all over his brother’s date.”
“You sure I’m going to enjoy this?” Dean raised an eyebrow at her.
“Sure you are. Just - stay away from the hot dogs. Even if you have a cast-iron stomach.”
“So what about the third time?”
Chloe smiled. “Lois took us as a graduation gift. She didn’t have a lot of cash at the time - that was back when she was working at the Talon, before she discovered her higher calling.”
Dean snorted at that.
“Be nice,” Chloe said mildly. “Anyway, we took one of Mr. Kent’s farm trucks and a couple of lawn chairs. And Mrs. Kent packed us a picnic basket with all kinds of food. The three of us watched a Will Smith alien double feature: Independence Day and Men in Black. Lois and I loved it, and Clark hated it.”
“Gee, wonder why?” Dean snarked.
“Be nice,” She repeated.
“Whatever. So what’s playing at this drive in?”
“It’s a horror double feature. The Shining, and The Ring.”
“Chloe? From now on, maybe I should pick the movies.”