Fic: League of Extrordinary Winchesters (Part the Sixth)
Fic: League of Extrordinary Winchesters (Part the Sixth)
Series: Chance Winchesterverse
Summary:The Winchester family reunites. And then they sort out their priorities.
Author: pen37
Beta: None.
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chance, Ben, Chloe, Dean
Rating: g
Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10
Written for spawnfic tues
Ben and Chance found a copy of Chloe’s paper long before they made it to the offices. The title, The Metropolis Forcaster had them both in stitches.
By following the address on the front page, they found themselves in front of a blacksmith’s shop just on the edge of Bakerline. As they were headed for the open doorway, there was a sudden explosion. Smoke fountained out of the structure. Ben and Chance looked at each other with wide, startled eyes and then ran for the doorway.
Before they could reach it, Dean stumbled out, coughing.
“Dad, are you okay?”
“Too much gunpowder,” Dean coughed. He looked like some kind of gunsmith turned mad scientist. His clothing was liberally stained with soot, and his leather apron had a variety of weapons and tools tucked in various pockets.
Chloe appeared in the doorway, looking more like a steampunk fashonista than a proper Victorian lady. Chance had a feeling that the look was the accidental result of being a modern woman stuck in an earlier age. Like Dean, she had a leather apron. Her hair stuck out at odd angles from where she’d pushed a pair of goggles. She was waving smoke away from the shop.
“Definitely too much gunpowder.” Then she saw the boys standing there. “Oh thank God you’re okay.”
She closed the distance between them, and took Chance’s face in her hands.
“Mom!” Chance tried to pull away. He glanced over at Ben, who was smirking at him.
“Stay still,” Chloe whacked him on the shoulder. “You just traveled through time. I want to make sure that there’s nothing in need of healing.”
“I’m fine!” Chance said.
“Humor me. I’m your mother.”
Behind them, Ben started to turn away.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Chloe turned on him suddenly. “You better get back in line mister. You’re next.”
Ben looked to Dean for rescue. But his dad shook his head. “You heard her. Stepmother privledge.”
Ben sighed, and turned so that Chloe could examine him. Meanwhile Dean walked back into the shop.
When Chloe was satisfied that both the boys were okay, she let them follow their dad. The interior of the shop looked like a cross between an antique store, a printing museum, an ammunition dump and a distillery.
“You guys have been busy,” Chance observed.
“It puts food on the table,” Dean said. “We have to have a home base while thwarting evil.” He turned, and started to work on a massive urn.
“What exactly puts food on the table?” Ben squinted around the room in confusion.
“Whatever it takes,” Chloe said. “We got the old printing press running, and we make quite a bit of money printing handbills and calling cards.”
“The newspaper is your mother’s hobby --mostly because those douchebags at the Daily Planet pissed her off.”
“We don’t talk about that,” Chloe said with a snort. “Your dad has been gunsmithing, which gives us a reason to have explosives around without drawing notice.”
“Do you know what the demons are after?” Chance asked.
Chloe looked over at Dean just as he finished tightening a bolt on the urn. “We need to sit down and talk about it. But first . . . coffee.”
Chloe’s face relaxed. “Oh thank heaven!”
Chance’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “You’re working on an espressio machine?”
Dean looked at him incredulously. “Well not all the time. But how do you expect us to save the world without coffee?”
Ben walked over to the machine like it was the Holy Grail. “Best invention ever.”
Chance nodded slowly. "I see your point."
Series: Chance Winchesterverse
Summary:The Winchester family reunites. And then they sort out their priorities.
Author: pen37
Beta: None.
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chance, Ben, Chloe, Dean
Rating: g
Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10
Written for spawnfic tues
Ben and Chance found a copy of Chloe’s paper long before they made it to the offices. The title, The Metropolis Forcaster had them both in stitches.
By following the address on the front page, they found themselves in front of a blacksmith’s shop just on the edge of Bakerline. As they were headed for the open doorway, there was a sudden explosion. Smoke fountained out of the structure. Ben and Chance looked at each other with wide, startled eyes and then ran for the doorway.
Before they could reach it, Dean stumbled out, coughing.
“Dad, are you okay?”
“Too much gunpowder,” Dean coughed. He looked like some kind of gunsmith turned mad scientist. His clothing was liberally stained with soot, and his leather apron had a variety of weapons and tools tucked in various pockets.
Chloe appeared in the doorway, looking more like a steampunk fashonista than a proper Victorian lady. Chance had a feeling that the look was the accidental result of being a modern woman stuck in an earlier age. Like Dean, she had a leather apron. Her hair stuck out at odd angles from where she’d pushed a pair of goggles. She was waving smoke away from the shop.
“Definitely too much gunpowder.” Then she saw the boys standing there. “Oh thank God you’re okay.”
She closed the distance between them, and took Chance’s face in her hands.
“Mom!” Chance tried to pull away. He glanced over at Ben, who was smirking at him.
“Stay still,” Chloe whacked him on the shoulder. “You just traveled through time. I want to make sure that there’s nothing in need of healing.”
“I’m fine!” Chance said.
“Humor me. I’m your mother.”
Behind them, Ben started to turn away.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Chloe turned on him suddenly. “You better get back in line mister. You’re next.”
Ben looked to Dean for rescue. But his dad shook his head. “You heard her. Stepmother privledge.”
Ben sighed, and turned so that Chloe could examine him. Meanwhile Dean walked back into the shop.
When Chloe was satisfied that both the boys were okay, she let them follow their dad. The interior of the shop looked like a cross between an antique store, a printing museum, an ammunition dump and a distillery.
“You guys have been busy,” Chance observed.
“It puts food on the table,” Dean said. “We have to have a home base while thwarting evil.” He turned, and started to work on a massive urn.
“What exactly puts food on the table?” Ben squinted around the room in confusion.
“Whatever it takes,” Chloe said. “We got the old printing press running, and we make quite a bit of money printing handbills and calling cards.”
“The newspaper is your mother’s hobby --mostly because those douchebags at the Daily Planet pissed her off.”
“We don’t talk about that,” Chloe said with a snort. “Your dad has been gunsmithing, which gives us a reason to have explosives around without drawing notice.”
“Do you know what the demons are after?” Chance asked.
Chloe looked over at Dean just as he finished tightening a bolt on the urn. “We need to sit down and talk about it. But first . . . coffee.”
Chloe’s face relaxed. “Oh thank heaven!”
Chance’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “You’re working on an espressio machine?”
Dean looked at him incredulously. “Well not all the time. But how do you expect us to save the world without coffee?”
Ben walked over to the machine like it was the Holy Grail. “Best invention ever.”
Chance nodded slowly. "I see your point."