SPN/SV Fic: Weary (2/2)
Title: Weary
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Rated: PG
Pairing: Chloe/Dean.
Spoiler warnings: For "Phantom" of Smallville and "All Hell Breaks Loose 2" for Supernatural.
Note: Prompt came from all_you_wanted's first/last line meme awhile back.
One | Conclusion
Part Two
The next time she awakens, she sees Dean’s hazel eyes gazing at her intently from the chair beside her hospital bed. She manages to offer him a sleepy, weak smile.
“What the hell happened?” he asks softly, shaking his head.
She quickly explains what happened. “Apparently when I healed Lois-”
“You took on her injury,” he finishes, his gaze dropping to her abdomen. There is no wound visible but he looks at her like he can see one anyway.
“Something like that.” She closes her eyes for a moment. “What happened with you?”
He pauses. “The demon’s dead.”
Her eyes fly open at his quiet statement. ”The demon?”
Dean nods very slightly and avoids her eyes.
“What aren’t you saying?”
“Sammy died,” he whispers. “But I brought him back.”
Chloe stares at him, letting the implications of that sink in. “You made a deal.”
He looks down and doesn’t answer.
She closes her eyes again, this time for a different reason. “How long do you have?” Her voice is barely audible.
“A year.”
Chloe winces.
“I don’t regret it.”
“I know you don’t,” she whispers back, understanding. She doesn’t regret healing Lois even though it nearly cost her her own life. She would do it again in a heartbeat, even though she’s still not quite certain how she did it in the first place.
“Sammy’s determined to get me out of it.”
She slowly rolls her head to look at him. “Do you think he will?”
Dean was silent for a moment. “I don’t know.”
Chloe gazes at him, then silently reaches her hand out toward him. He hesitates only a second before taking it. “Know what I think?”
“What’s that?”
“We need a vacation.”
A smile tugs at his lips and he meets her eyes. “Yeah? Where you wanna go?”
“Somewhere sunny,” she murmurs sleepily. She briefly fights the urge to drift toward unconsciousness but the gentle stroking of his thumb against the back of her hand makes it impossible to stay awake.
As she’s drifting off, she swears she hears him whisper, “How about the Grand Canyon?”
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Rated: PG
Pairing: Chloe/Dean.
Spoiler warnings: For "Phantom" of Smallville and "All Hell Breaks Loose 2" for Supernatural.
Note: Prompt came from all_you_wanted's first/last line meme awhile back.
One | Conclusion
Part Two
The next time she awakens, she sees Dean’s hazel eyes gazing at her intently from the chair beside her hospital bed. She manages to offer him a sleepy, weak smile.
“What the hell happened?” he asks softly, shaking his head.
She quickly explains what happened. “Apparently when I healed Lois-”
“You took on her injury,” he finishes, his gaze dropping to her abdomen. There is no wound visible but he looks at her like he can see one anyway.
“Something like that.” She closes her eyes for a moment. “What happened with you?”
He pauses. “The demon’s dead.”
Her eyes fly open at his quiet statement. ”The demon?”
Dean nods very slightly and avoids her eyes.
“What aren’t you saying?”
“Sammy died,” he whispers. “But I brought him back.”
Chloe stares at him, letting the implications of that sink in. “You made a deal.”
He looks down and doesn’t answer.
She closes her eyes again, this time for a different reason. “How long do you have?” Her voice is barely audible.
“A year.”
Chloe winces.
“I don’t regret it.”
“I know you don’t,” she whispers back, understanding. She doesn’t regret healing Lois even though it nearly cost her her own life. She would do it again in a heartbeat, even though she’s still not quite certain how she did it in the first place.
“Sammy’s determined to get me out of it.”
She slowly rolls her head to look at him. “Do you think he will?”
Dean was silent for a moment. “I don’t know.”
Chloe gazes at him, then silently reaches her hand out toward him. He hesitates only a second before taking it. “Know what I think?”
“What’s that?”
“We need a vacation.”
A smile tugs at his lips and he meets her eyes. “Yeah? Where you wanna go?”
“Somewhere sunny,” she murmurs sleepily. She briefly fights the urge to drift toward unconsciousness but the gentle stroking of his thumb against the back of her hand makes it impossible to stay awake.
As she’s drifting off, she swears she hears him whisper, “How about the Grand Canyon?”