Title: Five Times Dean Knew He was Totally In Love With Chloe
Category: Smallville/Supernatural (Crossover)
Rating: NC17
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairing: Chloe/Dean
Word Count: 1,424
Series: Five Times Chlean (
5 Times Chloe Knew Dean Was In Love With Her,
5 Reasons Sam Knows Chloe Is Perfect For Dean,
5 Times Lois Knew Dean Was IT For Chloe)
Summary: Much as he wants to deny it, even Dean has to face facts, and there were five times he just couldn't pretend he wasn't totally in love with Chloe Sullivan.
I.
"What the hell am I doing?" he asked himself the hundredth time that day. He'd only been a few hours (five and a half) away, so it wasn't that unusual that he drove out to see her. He'd called her earlier after he and Sammy finished up a hunt, just to see what she was doing. Nothing special, she was a friend, so it wasn't so surprising that he was calling her really.
Achoo! "Hello?"
"Uh, hi?" he replied, frowning.
Cough-Achoo! "Dean?" she said, her voice groggy.
"Yeah," he said, brow lifting. "You feelin' okay?"
"N-No!" she exclaimed, breaking out into a coughing fit. "I'm sick! Like can't get out of bed, wash my hair, or change my clothes sick."
"Sounds... stinky."
"Well I'm too stuffed up to notice, thanks."
He rolled his eyes. "So what are you doin' about it? Sammy gets sick and suddenly he wants special teas and vitamins... It's all real girly."
She clucked her tongue. "I called Clark to get me some soup and orange juice..."
"And?"
"And that was yesterday, he still hasn't shown up," she sighed. "And I've called Lois and I asked her to bring me some halls and that sweet tea I like that makes my breathing easier..."
He lifted a brow. "And?"
"And that was two days ago. She's on a big story."
He could practically see her pouting.
"Where are you?" she wondered.
"Too far to bring you any of that." He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at Sam who was currently snoring away, face on an open book. "How long you been sick?"
"Four days," she said, sighing.
His face scrunched up. "And you haven't gotten outta bed all this time?"
She scoffed. "Of course I have. Not since yesterday though when the nausea finally passed."
"Fantastic," he muttered, shaking his head.
She groaned. "I'm hungry and I feel like crap and I really, really just want this all to be over."
He half-smiled. "'Fraid with all I know, there's no quick cure to the common cold, sweetheart."
She exhaled heavily. "Fine. I'm going to try and sleep this away. Call me if you do find that cure, ‘kay?"
He chuckled. "You got it."
They hung up and in an entirely too sappy move on his part, he climbed into his Impala and started driving. He stopped first in a little town he liked best for its pie and then continued on toward Smallville, stopping in Metropolis at a 24 hour convenience store to grab her halls and orange juice. Standing there under the florescent light, he stared at the rack of halls in every color and flavor, his brows furrowed. How the hell was he supposed to know which one to buy? He glanced over at the counter, where the clerk seemed to be staring at him funny. Since it was just after midnight, he was probably worried he might just rob the place. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed one of each Halls available, a two liter of orange juice, a can of VapoRub that he spotted walking past (he totally wasn't hoping she would ask him to help her rub it on...), and a box of Lemon tea that said something about soothing relief. Arms full, he dumped it all on the counter and pulled out his credit card. Jeremiah Lorenz would be covering Chloe's health today.
After grabbing up the bags, he made his way back to his car and started the drive over to Smallville. And now, five and a half hours later, he cut the engine as he sat outside the Talon. Locking his baby up, he climbed out, goods in hand. He sighed, shaking his head at himself before he walked forward. The door was locked but Chloe had shown him where the spare key was hidden awhile back, more because she didn't want him fiddling with the locks. Locking it back up behind him, he made his way upstairs and used the key on his chain to get her apartment door open. His brow wrinkled momentarily. How weird was it that he had the key to a chick's place? All right, so she wasn't just any chick, but still...
Shaking it off, he went inside, closing the door with a kick of his foot. He made his way to the kitchen, pulled out a teapot and started it up, dropping a lemon tea bag in her favorite red mug. He waited for the high pitched whistle before he poured the steaming water in and stirred it, adding two tea spoons of sugar. He heard her door open and then her shuffled footsteps before he looked over to find her standing there, head tipped, a bat hanging from one of her hands. Her hair was messed up, flattened on one side, she was wearing the weirdest fuzzy slippers he'd ever seen, and she was swamped in a giant housecoat. Her nose was red, her face a little pale, and when she spoke her voice was a little croaky. Was it weird that he thought she looked adorable?
She halted in her steps and frowned. "Ever heard of knock-" She cut herself off abruptly, eyes widening, and then dropped the bat, taking the tea from his outreached hand.
He pointed a thumb at the jug of orange juice and the myriad of Halls he'd picked up, with the jar of VapoRub sitting in the mess on top of the counter.
She sighed, grinning up at him. "You came all this way for this?"
He snorted. "No way." He reached behind his back and grabbed the brown box. "I came all this way to make sure you tried the best pie in all of America. Screw chicken soup, this'll make you feel so good, you won't even remember you're sick," he boasted, handing her a fork before he straddled the chair next to her and dropped the pie in front of them.
After a long sip of her tea, she picked up her fork and cut a chunk out of the pie, lifting it to her mouth and letting it sit on her tongue a moment, enjoying all the flavors. Her eyes fluttered. "That is good." Her brow rose. "Really, really good."
He smirked. "Told ya."
She licked her lips and plunged her fork back in. "So I tell you I'm sick and I want chicken soup and orange juice and you drive..." She glanced at the clock. "For almost six hours to bring me pie, your favorite food, and everything I listed, in spades, plus some handy VapoRub?" She stared at him, lips quirked. "Why, Dean Winchester, I think you're getting soft."
He scoffed. "You must be feverish," he mocked, shaking his head. "Sammy was sleepin', you were alone, I had some time on my hands..." He shrugged. "And hell, you may never have tasted this pie if it wasn't for me, so you should-"
She leaned across and pressed a kiss to his cheek that abruptly stopped his excuses.
Sitting back, she grinned, lifting her tea in both hands and nodding. "Thank you. You were here for me when everybody else was too busy."
He cleared his throat, leaning back in his chair and deciding the best choice of action was to just fill his mouth with pie. "'s good," he mumbled through a mouthful, turning his eyes elsewhere.
With an amused grin, she enjoyed her tea.
Dean wished he could kick himself. What the hell was wrong with him, huh? Six hours for a girl. Sure, she was beautiful and smart and she had a look in her eyes that told him she would give him the kind of ride that would make sure he never wanted to get out of bed again. But she was Chloe, his friend, and she was off limits as of day one. So this was just some weird crush thing; that was all. Hell, she was attractive, she understood their lifestyle, that was like... What would Sammy call it? Transference or something smart like that. The point was that he was blowing this out of proportion. So he got up out of bed after a nine day hunt with very little sleep, drove six hours out of town with pie and tea for her... That wasn't so crazy, right? Ah, who was he kidding? He was so freakin' in love with her it was just plain wrong.
Shaking his head, he took another big bite of pie. He'd get over it. He had to... Right?
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