SPN/SV Fic: Everything Will Be... (4-5/7)

[xtremeroswellia]

Title: Everything Will Be…
Authors: X_tremeroswellian and Shadow_One
Rated: R for language and violence
Disclaimer: Not ours. Don’t sue. Thanks.
Spoilers: Up through and including “Freak” for Smallville and “Born Under a Bad Sign” for Supernatural although this is actually an alternate to the latter.
Feedback: Is love and keeps us writing.
Pairing: Dean/Chloe; hints of Sam/Chloe

Okay my internet's been wonky for a couple days so to make up for it, you're getting two chapters together. And they're long. :P

One | Two | Three | Four and Five | Six | Conclusion



Chapter Four

"So...where are we going again?"

Chloe shrugged and looked at Sam. "New Mexico."

Dean looked between the two, "...Why?"

"Alien abductions," Sam said with a smirk, looking out the window.

"Very funny Sammy. Seriously, you should take your show on the road."

"He's serious," Chloe told Dean with a small smile. "A bunch of people have gone missing in Roswell, and everyone's claiming they saw a big bright light in the sky the night they disappeared."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Well this is gonna be a fun case."

She chuckled. "Just think of it as...a nice vacation."

Pausing at that, he smiled, "I like vacations."

Chloe grinned at him, her eyes twinkling. "Me too."

"So Sammy...what would you say to your own room this time around?"

Sam forced a smile. "Sounds like heaven on earth."

"Hey. What you trying to say here?"

"That I'm sick of hearing you're snoring," he said with a smirk.

Chloe bit her lower lip, staring out the windshield.

Dean pouted, "You're such a nice little brother."

"I know it." He looked out the window, still smirking, though it didn't reach his eyes.

Sighing, he focused his attention back on the road, knowing there was something Sam wasn't telling him. He'd ask him about that later. Yeah. Later.

* * *

Chloe sat nervously on the edge of the bed. There was a big difference between sleeping in the same bed with a guy you were in love with when his brother was in the room and sleeping in the same bed with a guy you were in love with when it was just the two of them. "So, what's on TV?"

"My next idea for a hunt." Dean mumbled tossing the remote onto the bed and turning to her.

"What?" Her eyebrows furrowed and she turned to look at him in confusion.

"Fabric Softener Teddy Bear."

"You wanna hunt down Snuggles?" She arched an eyebrow.

"Hell yes I wanna hunt down Snuggles." He said, smirking.

"Hey, I'll have you know I had a stuffed Snuggles when I was a kid."

"It was probably possessed."

She rolled her eyes. "Well it never tried to kill me in my sleep."

"But it coulda."

Chloe chuckled at the seriousness in his voice. "You really have it out for the poor bear, don't you?"

Dean nodded, "He just needs to...go bye bye."

She shook her head in amusement and scooted closer to him, propping her head up on one hand. "All right, so what was *your* favorite toy as a kid?"

He chuckled and scooted down to her level, "My toy...was a .45."

Chloe grinned. "Gun fetish since you were kid. Interesting," she teased.

"Well when your dad hands you one and tells you 'This is your life, son.' Not like you have a choice to a certain fetish."

Her smile slipped a little and she looked down at the bed. "No, I guess not," she whispered.

He shifted a little, "Though, I have a car fetish."

"That I knew."

He smiled, "Yeah, I know, obvious."

"Well, you do have an unhealthy obsession with the Impala," she said lightly.

"She's my baby. And I love her. No obsession. It's strictly love." He said, holding up his hand.

Chloe smirked. "And here I thought *I* was your baby."

He scooted closer, "Oh, you very much are."

"But you love us both equally?" she teased.

"Oh you betcha."

"Good to know my guy loves me as much as he loves his car."

He smiled, "But there is a question..."

"Which is...?"

"Does my girl love me as much as my other girl does?" He asked, tilting his head.

Chloe laughed. "I think it's safe to say I love you more."

Beginning to wrap his arms around her, Dean scooted onto his back, "Well that's good to know."

She rested her head on his chest, closing her eyes and letting out a breath. "I'm glad you asked me to come with you guys."

"I'm glad you said yes." He said, stroking her hair.

She smiled softly, relaxing in his arms. "Me too."

"So...what's going on with Sam? You know?"

Chloe bit her lip, swallowing hard. "No, I don't know. Maybe he's...uncomfortable having me around."

"No, he loves having you around. That's not it." Dean said, frowning.

"Then I don't know," she whispered.

He nodded, "Right."

She was quiet for a moment. "You think he'll be okay?"

"I don't know." He admitted, "I don't know, and that's what kills me."

Feeling guilt wash over her, she swallowed hard. "Maybe you should...go talk to him."

"Sam and I don't talk."

"Why not?"

"Because it's not our thing."

She sighed softly. "You want me to talk to him?"

He looked down at her, "Could you?"

"Of course." She kissed him softly and slowly sat up.

He kissed her back and sat up with her, "Thank you."

"Sure thing." She slowly rose to her feet and headed for the door.

Watching her leave, Dean smiled. Maybe she'd be the one who could make things okay between him and Sam.

* * *

Chloe stood outside Sam's room, trying to figure out what she was going to say before she knocked. Coming up blank, she drew in a breath and raised her hand up, knocking softly anyway.

Sam looked up from his laptop as he heard a knocking at the door. Setting down the computer, he stood up and answered, "Chloe...hey."

"Hey, Sam," she said softly, looking up at him. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah." He stepped back to let her in.

Biting her lower lip, she stepped inside, feeling nervous and watching as he shut the door before regarding her curiously. "You uh...doing some research?"

Running a hand through his hair and smiling awkwardly, he nodded, "You could...say that."

Chloe gazed at him for a moment before sitting down at the table. "Dean's worried about you," she whispered.

"When is he ever not?"

"Good point." She looked down at the floor for a moment. "The truth is...I am too."

He sat down next to her, "Chloe, I'm fine."

She looked up at him, her eyes sad. "Are you sure?" she whispered.

"Yeah...why would I not be?"

Chloe was silent for a moment. "Sam, I know what it's like to...care about someone and not..." She let out a breath, closing her eyes.

He shook his head, "Really, I'm okay with this...just...fine."

She felt horrible. Guilty. The last thing she'd ever wanted to do was make anyone--let alone Sam Winchester--feel the way she had when Clark was pining over Lana.

Clearing his throat, Sam leaned back in his chair and looked down at the table, "You shouldn't feel guilty."

Startled, she looked up at him. "What?"

"Don't feel guilty." He said again, voice going quiet.

"I can't help it, Sam," she whispered, looking down at the table, as well. "I never wanted to see you hurt."

"And...you won't see me hurt." He put up his hand and put it over hers, "I'm just happy to see Dean and you happy."

She swallowed hard and looked at him. "You know...I truly think there's some amazing woman out there meant for you."

"Yeah..." He put on a smile and let go, "Thanks Chloe."

"Would it be okay if..."

He raised his eyebrow, "If what?"

"If I gave you a hug," she said softly.

Chuckling, he stood and held open his arms for her.

A small smile tugged at her lips and she rose to her feet, sliding her arms around his waist.

He put his arms around her and rested his chin on top of her head, "Thanks."

"Anytime you wanna talk...about anything...I'm here, Sam."

"I'll remember that." He whispered.

Chloe shut her eyes, wishing there was something more she could say or do, but knowing there wasn't.

Pulling away, Sam looked toward his laptop, "Want to see something?"

"Sure." She nodded, looking at him curiously.

Grabbing his laptop, he put it on the table and began clicking through things. A minute later, he pulled up a picture file and motioned for her to sit down.

Her eyebrows furrowing a little, she sat back down in the chair she'd vacated, winding her arms around her knees as she pulled them to her chest, watching.

"These...are pictures of me and Dean when we were younger." He said, beginning to pull up pictures.

A genuine smile spread across her lips as she watched the pictures flash onto the screen. "You guys were so cute."

"Don't let Dean hear you saying that."

She chuckled. "He hates them, huh?"

Smiling, he nodded, "Yeah...something to that extent."

Grinning, her eyes sparkled as she gazed at one of the two of them when Dean was probably around ten. His arm was slung around Sam's shoulder in a protective manner and he was glaring at the camera. Sam was grinning, one of his teeth missing. "You were a ham," she teased.

He rolled his eyes, "Oh thanks."

She chuckled softly. "And now your roles have been reversed."

He turned to her, "How so?"

"Well, Dean's definitely the ham now."

"I guess so." he said, laughing.

She grinned again and looked at more of the pictures as he brought them up, noticing he paused on one of his mom. "She was very pretty," she said softly.

"Yeah." He whispered, "I wish I'd known her."

Chloe touched his arm gently. "She would have been incredibly proud of you."

Sam smiled sadly, "Guess we'll never know."

She bit her lip. "When my mom left...I was five. I barely knew her. I don't really...have any memories of her," she admitted softly, staring at the screen.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

"I want to be."

"It's okay. I know where she is." Her voice was quiet, distant. "That's a cute picture," she said, nodding toward the one of the brothers sitting back to back.

He smiled, "Dean's idea...if you can believe that."

Chloe smiled. "I can."

Laughing as he recalled the memory he looked toward her, "He told me it showed that brothers always had each others backs, even if they were only leaning against each other."

"Sounds like Dean," she said softly, smiling. "How old were you guys?"

He thought for a moment, "I think...Dean was nineteen and I was fifteen...almost sixteen."

Nodding, she bit her lip at the next picture. It was another of the two of them together. Dean was smiling, but Sam wasn't. They were both a bit older in this one. "You look unhappy there."

Leaning forward, Sam furrowed his eyebrows, trying to remember why. Then it hit him, "That was when I got my letter to Stanford. No one knew but me."

Chloe's eyes were sad as she looked at him. "That must have been rough. Accomplishing something so huge and...not feeling like you could share it with anyone."

He sighed, "I wanted Dean to know. I did, because I knew he'd be happy for me. But...then there was my dad and...that just all ended in hell."

She was quiet for a moment. "I bet," she whispered.

"Then I didn't talk to either of them for two years. Never picked up the phone..."

Chloe gazed at him, sensing he needed to talk about this even though she wasn't sure what had brought it on. Maybe he was just reminiscing and missing his father. She simply nodded, waiting for him to go on.

Staying quiet for a minute, he finally leaned towards the computer and clicked forward, "Anyway, you'll have to talk to Dean about the two years I was gone. He won't tell me."

She bit her lip, turning her gaze back to the computer and looking at the next picture. "You know...you guys should talk," she whispered.

"Love to. Know how to get macho ass Dean to talk about anything?"

Chloe sighed very softly. "I wish I did," she admitted.

He clicked again, "Though when he gets drunk...the things he says..." he shook his head, "Wow."

"Bad?"

"Some of the things are really funny, but then he gets into those dark drinking moods, and it gets disturbing."

Feeling vaguely worried by that, she glanced at him sideways. "Disturbing like...violent disturbing?"

He looked back at her, "Sometimes."

Chloe swallowed hard.

"But he doesn't hurt anybody." Sam said quickly, "It's just what he says at times."

Relaxing a little, she nodded. "And what are you like when you're drunk?" she asked with an arched eyebrow.

Biting his lip, he went on slowly, "I get quiet."

"You're already pretty quiet, Sam."

He chuckled, "Dean says I get even more quiet."

Chloe smiled faintly. "I see."

Clicking to the last picture, Sam smiled again, "And now you know the life of the Winchesters."

She smiled, too. "Somehow I have a feeling there's a lot more to it, but thank you for sharing that with me."

He nodded, "Any time."

Chloe gave his arm a gentle squeeze. "I should probably..."

Sam nodded, "Yeah, you go. He's probably wondering where you are."

"I'll talk to him." She gazed at Sam.

"Thanks." he said, tone sincere.

Chloe smiled. "Any time." She rose to her feet and headed for the door, pausing briefly and turning to face him once more. "Hey, Sam?"

He looked up at her, "Yeah?"

"Thanks."

He smiled, "Go have fun with Dean."

She smiled back at him, winked, then disappeared outside.

Turning around, Sam went back through his files and pulled up another folder, hidden to everyone but him. Opening it, he put it on a slideshow and watched as pictures of Jess began to appear on the screen. It was days like these he missed her the most. Sighing, his thoughts turned to another beautiful blonde. The blonde that would always be there to talk to. The blonde...that was all his brother's.

* * *

Chapter Five

Dean was bored. Looking over at the door, he sighed and threw the remote down on the bed. Whatever Chloe had gotten Sam to talk about, it was taking forever, and his desire to kill Snuggles went up a couple notches after flipping through the channels for the umpteenth time. Getting up off the bed, he decided to pace. Hoping it would put the boredom at bay.

Just then Chloe slipped into the room, shutting the door behind her, surprised to see him pacing the room. "You all right?"

He turned around and grinned, "Bored."

"Well I was assuming the caged tiger impersonation wasn't for thrills." She grinned back. *

"Well, I couldn't think of any other way to get un-bored. And my murderous Snuggle thoughts got...boring."

Chloe smiled. "So what can I ddo to un-bored you?"

He shrugged, "No idea."

"Well, that's encouraging."

"I'm full of encouragement."

Chloe snorted. "Uh huh."

"So...what'd you and Sam talk about?" He asked shyly.

She sat down on the edge of the bed. "You guys mostly. About when you were younger."

He raised and eyebrow and sat down beside her, "Really?"

"Yeah. He was showing me some pictures on his computer and stuff."

"Woa...wait. Sam has pictures on his computer?"

"Yeah, you didn't know that?" Chloe looked at him in surprise.

Dean shook his head, and began playing with the comforter, "Nope."

She rested a hand on his arm. "He misses you." Her voice was hushed.

"...He's in a different room, and only been in there for a couple of hours...and he misses me. Clingy much?"

"That's not what I mean and you know it." She gazed at him.

He looked up at her, "I really have no idea what you mean then."

Chloe sighed softly and rose to her feet, turning to face him. "Dean, Sam...he's...he's not like you. I mean, he needs to talk sometimes. And not to me."

Chuckling uneasily, he shook his head, "I don't do chick flick moments."

She folded her arms across her chest. "He's your brother."

"Huh. Interesting factoid. I'll keep that in mind."

She wasn't amused by his candor. "Dean. I'm serious, okay?" *

"And so am I. I don't talk."

"Not even if it's the one thing Sam really needs from you?" she asked sharply.

Sighing in frustration, he stood as well, "You just don't know how awkward that is for me."

"Well, a lot of things in life are awkward, Dean. Get over it."

Throwing his hands up, Dean turned away from her, "What the hell am I supposed to talk about with him?"

Chloe rolled her eyes. Men were so clueless sometimes. "Whatever it is that he wants to talk about. Just...listen, even if you don't know what to say."

"And I suppose you want me to go now."

"Actually I was thinking it should be sort of an ongoing project."

"A project."

"Yeah, sort of."

"I don't get it."

"The project is you learning to listen to your brother even when it makes you feel awkward."

"Hey, I already listen to him. Not deaf." He said, turning back towards her.

"Yeah, you listen to him talk about research, and how to pursue a hunt, but...that's not what I'm talking about Dean."

"I've listened to his little emo problems too."

"See, that's part of the problem right there."

"What is?"

"Your attitude. Just because your brother happens to be more in touch with his feelings doesn't mean he's emo."

He laughed, "Oh, I think it does."

Now officially annoyed, Chloe folded her arms across his chest. "Girls like a guy who can admit how they're feeling."

"Okay, I'll admit my feelings. Right now...I'm mad. There."

"Fine, be mad." She headed for the door.

Sighing, he went after her, "Chloe, I'm sorry."

Chloe paused with her hand on the door, then turned to face him. "I love you. And I'm trying to help."

"I know. I know. And I'm being an ass about it."

A wry smile touched her lips. "Well, at least you're acting normally." Her voice was light.

He smiled, "Is that a good thing?"

"That you normally act like an ass?" she quipped.

He pouted, "Okay, so not good."

Chloe grinned and slid her arms around his neck, kissing him lightly.

Dean wrapped his own arms around her waist and kissed her back, "I like that."

"That's good." She smiled against his lips.

Leading her back over to the bed, he sat down and pulled her onto his lap, still kissing her.

Lifting one hand to his cheek, she returned the kisses, her eyes drifting shut.

Deepening the kisses, he began to move his hands up and down her back in a soothing motion.

"Dean," she murmured, sliding her own hands down to rest against his chest. She kissed him again, shifting closer to him.

He moaned back in response, kisses becoming eager, as he sought more of her.

She slowly began to unbutton his shirt as they kissed, pulling away long enough to gaze at him.

He smiled at her, then leaned in and began kissing her neck as she unbuttoned his shirt.

"I love you," she murmured.

"I love you too." he whispered in between kisses, "So much."

Chloe's eyes sparkled as he began to show her that feeling.

* * *

Chloe lay in the bed in Dean's arms, their bodies close together as they lay beneath the blankets hours later. Her hand resting over his heart, she drew in a breath. "Hey, Dean?"

He looked down at her, "Hmm?"

"What happened when...Sam went away to college?" Her voice was soft.

"Uh...life went on."

She lifted her head up to look at him. "Obviously. But...what happened?"

He shrugged, "Me and my dad hunted."

"Without him," she whispered, gazing at him intently.

"Well...yeah...he was at college."

"Did Sam hunt on his own when he was away?"

"I highly doubt that." He said, frowning suddenly, "Why you asking?"

"Just curious." She rested her head on his chest again.

"Ah." He said, leaning back against the pillows, "Yeah, Sam hated hunting. There was no way he did it while he was at college."

"Must have been rough without him," she whispered, tracing lazy circular patterns on his stomach.

He smiled at the touch, "It was just different."

"How so?"

Dean shrugged, "We were a man short. Had to compromise at times. But hey, it happens."

"What do you mean by compromise?"

"Like, things we could once do with three with ease...we now had two. Really wasn't that big a deal though."

She disagreed with that, but didn't say so. "Did you get hurt?" she whispered.

He furrowed his eyebrows, "What's with you and these questions?"

"Like I said, I'm curious." She kissed his collarbone softly.

He kissed the top of her head, "Curiosity killed the cat, you know."

"Good thing I'm not a cat then."

Rolling his eyes, he chuckled, "Oh nice Chloe."

She grinned. "I thought so." She lifted her head up once more and kissed him softly on the lips.

Kissing her back, he smiled, "You know, even if I had gotten hurt, it doesn't matter now."

"It matters to me." She kissed him again.

"But, it's all in the past."

A faint smirk on her face, she smacked him on the arm.

He jumped and put on a look of hurt, "Hey...what was that for?"

"What does it matter? It's in the past." She gazed at him intently. "But it still stings, doesn't it?"

"Alright, you're totally going touchy-feely therapist on me."

Chloe smirked. "Well I am a girl."

"No really. Didn't think about that." He said, smirking back.

She gave him a look. "I'm a girl who loves you very much and...who wants to know everything about your life," she whispered.

"I don't think you'll want to know everything."

"No?"

"No, you wouldn't like it."

She tilted her head to one side. "No, but I would still love you."

"I have no doubt." He whispered, kissing her.

"Tell me?" she murmured, touching his cheek gently.

He closed his eyes, "Chloe..."

"Please?" She pressed a kiss to his forehead, then the tip of his nose, gazing at him intently.

He hesitated, "I don't know..."

"I'll make it worth your while."

"Oh, so now we've moved on to bribery?"

Chloe flashed him a grin. "You can even choose the prize."

"Really now...sounds tempting..."

"Mmhmm." She kissed him lightly, and gazed at him. "And you can ask me any questions you want."

He kissed her back, "Well...I guess..."

Smiling, she kissed him once more before pulling away to gaze at him.

Sighing, he looked down, "What you want me to tell you?"

"About those two years that Sam was away."

"It was...hard."

"I bet," she whispered.

"There were a couple hunts that went, I dunno, wrong. I think my dad tried to call him a couple of times about it." He said, a far-away look appearing on his face.

"Went wrong how?" Chloe's eyes were sad and she kept a hand resting lightly on his arm as he spoke.

"Just landed in the hospital a few times." He shrugged, "Once, I got stuck in the woods in the middle of winter. Took dad two days to find my frozen ass."

Her eyes widened a little. "God, Dean."

"Hey, I'm alive. Even got a cool scar." His voice became light, trying not to put Chloe down with what he was telling her.

She kissed him softly, knowing what he was doing was for her benefit. "Thank God you're alive," she whispered.

"Yeah...So do I get to ask you questions yet?"

"Sure. Ask away."

"Alright...What happened for you to leave Smallville?"

A wry smile touched her lips. "This is that whole turnabout thing coming into play, isn't it?"

He put on an innocent look, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Uh huh." She smiled faintly and looked down at the bed. "I left because it wasn't safe for me in Smallville anymore." Her voice was quiet.

He furrowed his eyebrows again and frowned, "How was it not safe?"

Chloe drew in a breath and looked up at him. "I was right on the top ten of the Luthor's 'To Kill' list."

He winced, "Yikes."

"Dean, there's something else you don't know about me." Her voice was hushed.

"What is it?" He asked, voice full of concern.

She hesitated a moment, unsure of how he would take the news. "I'm meteor-infected."

"Have you ever shown any...powers or something?"

"No." She shook her head.

He kissed her, "You know what? Even if you did...I'd still love you."

"Yeah?"

"Your powers wouldn't define you. And besides, you'd only use them for good." He said quietly.

A faint smile touched her lips. "Yeah. Well, the Luthor’s didn't agree. I was a threat. So I left."

"I'm glad you did."

Chloe kissed him softly. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

He smiled, there were things about those two years she'd never know about, "No...it wasn't."

She rested her head on his chest, closing her eyes sleepily.

Stroking her shoulders, he too closed his eyes, "Get some sleep...maybe we'll talk later."

"kay," she murmured. "Love you."

"Love you too."

And within moments they'd both fallen into a peaceful slumber.