SPN/SV Fic: Forever (Prologue/7)
Title: Forever (Prologue/7)
Authors: shadow_one and X_tremeroswellian
Rated: NC-17
Pairing; Dean/Chloe
Spoilers: For all of season two SPN. Nothing specific for Smallville.
Word Count: 13,644
Prologue | One | Two-Three | Four-Five | Six-Conclusion
Forever (Prologue)
She crouched low to the ground, watching them assemble just yards from where the bushes were hiding her small figure. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest. Well, she'd definitely tracked down her missing person. Jimmy Olsen stood in the center of the small group, his fangs flashing white against the campfire. Feeling sick, she pulled her cell phone out and dialed the number to the one person who knew more about the supernatural than anyone else she'd ever met.
A call at 2 a.m. was the last thing Dean Winchester was expecting...or wanting. Groaning, he grabbed his vibrating phone and glanced at the caller I.D. Becoming more awake instantly, he quickly glanced at his brother before slipping out of his bed and out the motel door. Flipping it open, he answered, "Chloe?"
"You were right," she whispered into the phone as she stared at the group that was gathered.
He pressed the phone tightly to his ear, "Vampires."
Chloe swallowed hard. "I followed him. He's one of them."
"Damn it." He took a slow breath. "I'm sorry Chloe."
"Yeah, me too," she murmured, her eyes moist.
"Chloe, don't you go into that pack, okay? Get away from there. Now."
"Yeah. I'm going," she whispered. "I'm gonna go get Clark."
He nodded, even though she couldn't see it, "Okay. Be safe."
She slowly hung up the phone, closing her eyes for a moment before shifting. A pair of shoes came into view right in front of her and she looked up, sick dread in her stomach as she found herself gazing into the eyes of the only guy who'd ever loved her.
* * *
The next day, Dean kept his cell phone close to him, hoping Chloe would call him back soon and let him know what had happened with her and the vampires. When ten o'clock rolled around and he still hadn't heard from her, he became jumpy.
"Dude. What's with you?" Sam asked, giving him a strange look.
Looking slowly up at his brother, he shrugged, "Nothing."
"Yeah, which is why you look like you're about to jump out of your skin."
Glaring, Dean just shook his head, "Well there's nothing wrong with me."
"Okay." Shrugging, he turned back to his computer at the same time that Dean's phone rang.
Jumping out of his chair, he snatched up his phone up and ran out the door, flipping it open as he did so. "Chloe?"
"Hey," she whispered.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he heard her voice, "Are you okay?"
"Not really. Jimmy's dead."
"I know...I'm really sorry." He said, voice low.
The line went silent except for the soft sound of her crying.
"Chloe? Hey...Where are you?"
"Metropolis," she whispered, her voice strained.
"I'll be there soon. You okay with that?"
"You don't have to come, Dean. I'm sure you're busy."
"Well, I'm not." He said, turning the doorknob to go back inside. "I'm close by."
"How close?"
"Just...Close."
"As long as it's not any trouble," she whispered.
"It's not." He said quietly.
"Thanks, Dean."
"Welcome Chloe. See you soon."
She hung up the phone slowly, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she turned around to face her new friends. "He's on his way."
* * *
"I'll only be gone a couple of days, dude." Dean said, running around their room, packing a few of his things into his duffle bag.
"Is Chloe okay?" Sam asked, worry in his eyes as he sat down slowly on the side of his bed.
"Yeah...I'm just gonna go make sure everything's settled."
"Yeah. All right." He let out a soft sigh.
"Look-" He put down his bag and sat on the opposite bed. "If I'm not back in two days, come looking for me."
Immediately Sam was on edge again. "Maybe I should just come with you."
Dean shook his head, "No you stay...better yet, if I don't show up in two days, just call. I don't want you walking into anything."
"Oh I'm so not touching that with a ten foot pole," he groaned.
He rolled his eyes, "Get your mind out of the gutter. You know what I mean."
"I thought the vampires were dead."
He bit his lip, "I...didn't ask."
"What?" Sam stared at him. "Dude that's it. I'm going with you."
Dean put his hand up, "No, you're not."
"The hell I'm not. You have no idea what you might be walking into!"
"I'm just going to check on Chloe!" Dean stood. "Calm. Down."
"Yeah? And what if she's being held hostage by a pack of vampires?"
"I'd know."
"How?"
"I could tell by her tone."
Sam looked at him uncertainly. "Call me when you get there. All right?"
Picking up his duffle, he headed for the door, "I will."
Feeling uneasy, he watched his older brother leave.
After throwing his duffle bag into the backseat and climbing into his baby, Dean revved the engine and shot out of the parking lot, hoping he kept his promise to Chloe in being there soon.
Authors: shadow_one and X_tremeroswellian
Rated: NC-17
Pairing; Dean/Chloe
Spoilers: For all of season two SPN. Nothing specific for Smallville.
Word Count: 13,644
Prologue | One | Two-Three | Four-Five | Six-Conclusion
Forever (Prologue)
She crouched low to the ground, watching them assemble just yards from where the bushes were hiding her small figure. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest. Well, she'd definitely tracked down her missing person. Jimmy Olsen stood in the center of the small group, his fangs flashing white against the campfire. Feeling sick, she pulled her cell phone out and dialed the number to the one person who knew more about the supernatural than anyone else she'd ever met.
A call at 2 a.m. was the last thing Dean Winchester was expecting...or wanting. Groaning, he grabbed his vibrating phone and glanced at the caller I.D. Becoming more awake instantly, he quickly glanced at his brother before slipping out of his bed and out the motel door. Flipping it open, he answered, "Chloe?"
"You were right," she whispered into the phone as she stared at the group that was gathered.
He pressed the phone tightly to his ear, "Vampires."
Chloe swallowed hard. "I followed him. He's one of them."
"Damn it." He took a slow breath. "I'm sorry Chloe."
"Yeah, me too," she murmured, her eyes moist.
"Chloe, don't you go into that pack, okay? Get away from there. Now."
"Yeah. I'm going," she whispered. "I'm gonna go get Clark."
He nodded, even though she couldn't see it, "Okay. Be safe."
She slowly hung up the phone, closing her eyes for a moment before shifting. A pair of shoes came into view right in front of her and she looked up, sick dread in her stomach as she found herself gazing into the eyes of the only guy who'd ever loved her.
* * *
The next day, Dean kept his cell phone close to him, hoping Chloe would call him back soon and let him know what had happened with her and the vampires. When ten o'clock rolled around and he still hadn't heard from her, he became jumpy.
"Dude. What's with you?" Sam asked, giving him a strange look.
Looking slowly up at his brother, he shrugged, "Nothing."
"Yeah, which is why you look like you're about to jump out of your skin."
Glaring, Dean just shook his head, "Well there's nothing wrong with me."
"Okay." Shrugging, he turned back to his computer at the same time that Dean's phone rang.
Jumping out of his chair, he snatched up his phone up and ran out the door, flipping it open as he did so. "Chloe?"
"Hey," she whispered.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he heard her voice, "Are you okay?"
"Not really. Jimmy's dead."
"I know...I'm really sorry." He said, voice low.
The line went silent except for the soft sound of her crying.
"Chloe? Hey...Where are you?"
"Metropolis," she whispered, her voice strained.
"I'll be there soon. You okay with that?"
"You don't have to come, Dean. I'm sure you're busy."
"Well, I'm not." He said, turning the doorknob to go back inside. "I'm close by."
"How close?"
"Just...Close."
"As long as it's not any trouble," she whispered.
"It's not." He said quietly.
"Thanks, Dean."
"Welcome Chloe. See you soon."
She hung up the phone slowly, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she turned around to face her new friends. "He's on his way."
* * *
"I'll only be gone a couple of days, dude." Dean said, running around their room, packing a few of his things into his duffle bag.
"Is Chloe okay?" Sam asked, worry in his eyes as he sat down slowly on the side of his bed.
"Yeah...I'm just gonna go make sure everything's settled."
"Yeah. All right." He let out a soft sigh.
"Look-" He put down his bag and sat on the opposite bed. "If I'm not back in two days, come looking for me."
Immediately Sam was on edge again. "Maybe I should just come with you."
Dean shook his head, "No you stay...better yet, if I don't show up in two days, just call. I don't want you walking into anything."
"Oh I'm so not touching that with a ten foot pole," he groaned.
He rolled his eyes, "Get your mind out of the gutter. You know what I mean."
"I thought the vampires were dead."
He bit his lip, "I...didn't ask."
"What?" Sam stared at him. "Dude that's it. I'm going with you."
Dean put his hand up, "No, you're not."
"The hell I'm not. You have no idea what you might be walking into!"
"I'm just going to check on Chloe!" Dean stood. "Calm. Down."
"Yeah? And what if she's being held hostage by a pack of vampires?"
"I'd know."
"How?"
"I could tell by her tone."
Sam looked at him uncertainly. "Call me when you get there. All right?"
Picking up his duffle, he headed for the door, "I will."
Feeling uneasy, he watched his older brother leave.
After throwing his duffle bag into the backseat and climbing into his baby, Dean revved the engine and shot out of the parking lot, hoping he kept his promise to Chloe in being there soon.