SPN/SV Fic: Forever (2-3/7)
Title: Forever (2-3/7)
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 (Chapter Two)
Sam was worried.
It had been two days, and he'd tried calling his brother multiple times to no avail. It automatically went to his voicemail.
Something was wrong.
Pacing the floor of the small motel room, he dialed the number again, raking a hand through his shaggy hair.
* * *
Hearing the vibrations of his phone again, Dean stared at his cell phone before turning his attention back to Chloe, "He won't stop calling."
"Maybe you should answer," she responded, raising an eyebrow.
His lip curled in disgust, "But why?"
She smirked, crawling into his lap. "So the phone will stop ringing," she whispered against his ear.
Grinning, he leaned forward and caught her lips in a kiss, "You know I love it when you state the obvious."
"Mmhmm." She returned the kiss, nibbling on his lower lip.
As the phone continued to vibrate, he leaned over and grabbed it, flipping it open in the process, "Yeah?" It came out half mumbled, as Chloe still had a hold of his bottom lip.
"Dean? Where are you?" Sam demanded.
"Told you where I am."
"Why haven't you been answering your phone? I've called a dozen times!"
Rolling his eyes, Dean held the phone away from him and gave a pouting Chloe another kiss, "Sorry about this."
"It's okay," she said with a faint smirk. "You can make it up to me later."
"Mmm..." He kissed her again. "But I want you now."
She groaned softly, returning the kiss. They'd done little other than make love in the last 36 hours and not only was she worried that the pack of vampires who'd sired her would show up to kill them both soon, she was also starving.
"Hungry?" He whispered.
"Famished," she admitted.
"Dean!!" Sam shouted.
He put the phone back to his ear, "What?" He snapped.
"Dude, what is going on? Are you all right?"
"I'm fine."
"Yeah? Well, you sound weird. What the hell is going on? Is Chloe all right?"
Dean frowned and pulled the phone away once more, "He says I sound weird."
She kissed him lightly once more, touching his cheek.
He kissed her back, "Lets go get food."
Nodding, she slowly slid off his lap.
Standing up, Dean put the phone back to his ear once more, "Gotta go Sam."
"Dean--" he protested.
"Bye Sam." He said, closing the phone and not giving his brother a chance to respond.
Chloe led the way to the door, her stomach growling.
Dean caught up to her quickly and threaded his arms around her waist.
She leaned back against him for a moment, sliding her arms over his.
"Any preference for food?"
"Something warm," she whispered with a wicked grin.
Chuckling, he bent his head around and gave her a quick kiss, "Anything for you."
"Let's go," she murmured, returning the kiss and reaching for the door handle.
Nodding, he followed her out the door, tossing his cell phone onto the chair. When the door shut, his phone began vibrating again, the caller I.D. reading 'Sammy.'
* * *
Their prey was easy enough to find. He was in the back of an ally way, just asking to be eaten. Dean took him down easily, then waited for Chloe to come and take her share first.
Her smile was bright even in the dark of the late night as she moved toward him. Their eyes met briefly and she reached out and caressed his cheek affectionately before moving closer to their intended victim.
He watched in fascination as he circled the helpless man, taunting him. Smiling, he nodded, "That's it...make him wait."
She licked her lips, an almost involuntary action, knowing it was she who couldn't wait much longer. She hadn't actually fed since she was turned. As she started to move in for the kill, the sound of boots on pavement made her look up. There at the mouth of the alley were five vampires whom she recognized instantly.
"Chloe." Jimmy regarded her with a cold expression, his gaze flickering to Dean.
Dropping the man he held, Dean moved to stand in front of Chloe, "You must be Jimmy." He said coldly.
"You were supposed to be lunch," he responded, his hands curling into fists.
"Yeah, well, there's been a change of plans." He dropped into a defensive stance.
Chloe slid a hand over Dean's arm, her gaze dark as she gazed at Jimmy with warning.
"She's mine," Jimmy informed him darkly, ignoring Chloe completely.
"She's ours," the tallest of the vampires replied, stepping out of the shadows. He glowered at the two of them. "Come," he beckoned Chloe.
She faltered, unable to resist moving toward him at the command.
Dean quickly tightened his hand around her wrist and stopped her movement. Putting her behind him again, he moved forward, "She's mine." He growled.
The elder vampire smirked at him. "Is that so?" he hissed.
"It is."
The other three stepped forward, blocking the alley exit. "She was ours first."
"That's where you're wrong," he whispered, dropping even lower into his stance.
Jimmy's glare flickered from Dean to Chloe. "I should've let them have you for dinner," he whispered.
That comment sent Dean over. Lunging at Jimmy, he took him down easily. Pinning him, Dean let his fangs drop down, "Stupid comment."
He growled, shoving at Dean's larger, more muscular form. "She won't want you forever. It'll always be about Clark Kent," he hissed.
"If you know how over Clark she was...you wouldn't be saying that," he picked him up by the lapels and shoved him into the wall.
He smirked and shoved Dean backwards a little. "Too bad she's bonded to us." He nodded toward the other vampires in the group.
Turning around swiftly, he grabbed Jimmy's neck in his arms and squeezed tightly, "You go near her, I'll kill him."
The elder vampire shrugged. "Then so be it." He looked toward Chloe.
Throwing Jimmy aside, Dean was in front of the elder vampire before anyone could blink. Getting in front of him, Dean shoved his shoulders against the wall. "You are *not* going near there."
"I don't have to go to her," he whispered. "I can make her come to me." He smirked.
"I wouldn't try that if I were you." His eyes gleamed dangerously.
He glared intently at Dean, looking past him to Chloe for a moment. "We'll see you soon. You won't be able to stay away."
Chloe's eyes darkened. "Don't be so certain," she whispered.
"Yeah." Dean tilted his head to the side. "Don't be so certain."
He smirked. "You have a lot to learn about our kind, Childe. You'll see what I mean." Without waiting for a response, he leapt into the air, landing on top of the roof of the building beside them, quickly followed by the other four.
"Son of a bitch." He growled, watching them take off.
Chloe leaned against the wall heavily, her head hurting.
Walking quickly over to her, Dean took her arm and lead her over to the man he'd caught earlier. "You need food."
Weakened, she let him guide her to the alley floor, the gravel digging into her knees as she knelt down beside the man. A soft growl escaped her as she sank her teeth into the soft flesh of the man's neck.
A smile spread across his face as he watched her drink, "Good. Fill yourself."
She reached out with one hand, pulling him closer to the other side of the man's neck.
Waiting a moment longer, he too dug into the man's neck, savoring the flavor of the arm, thick blood that suddenly filled his mouth.
Her eyes drifted shut as she let the warm fluid rejuvenate her, making her stronger once more.
Forever (Chapter Three)
It had taken him less than twenty minutes to locate Chloe Sullivan's apartment building in the large city of Metropolis. He immediately spotted the Impala in the parking lot out front and drew in a breath, feeling uneasy as he made his way into the building and up the stairs. He didn't hesitate before knocking loudly on the door, not caring that it was barely 8 in the morning.
Hearing the loud knock from inside, Dean groaned and turned over to look at Chloe, "Who comes this early in the morning?"
"Humans," she grumbled, burying her head under the pillow.
Rolling out of bed, Dean slipped into a pair of jeans, "Humans who want to be dinner..." he mumbled.
"Not hungry," she murmured, yawning.
"Then we'll save them," he said, winking at her.
Smiling a little, she closed her eyes once more as he left the room.
He walked slowly down the hallway and into the front room. When he reached the room, he made sure all of the blinds were shut tightly before walking over to the door, and pulling it open a crack, "Whatever it is, we don't want-"
"Dean!" Sam put his hand out and pushed the door open more.
Hissing slightly as the sunlight hit his skin, he shrunk back more into the shadows, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"It's been four days! You haven't been answering your phone. I was worried. Let me in."
"No."
"Dude, I've been driving all night," Sam said in annoyance.
"Well good for you."
He stared at his older brother, confused by the coldness of his tone. "What's going on?"
"Nothing. But you need to leave."
"Oh, God. You two were--"
Dean made a face, "No. Get your mind out of the gutter."
Sam smirked. "Well, it is you," he pointed out. "It's not like it's that much of a stretch. How's she doing?" His voice was filled with concern.
"She's fine." He said flatly.
He gazed at him, trying to figure out what was going on. "Are you?"
He blinked, "Yeah..."
"Dean, are you sure? You don't seem like yourself." His eyes were filled with worry, uncertainty.
Trying to keep his distance now, Dean stepped back further into the apartment, "I'm fine. Are you done with the interrogation?"
"Are you pissed at me?" There was hurt in his voice.
"Not pissed, but if you don't leave, I could get there."
Sam frowned. "Fine. I'll be at that motel down the street. I'll call you later. Tell Chloe I said hi," he said, still hurt as he turned away.
Going over to the door, still staying the shadows, Dean began to shut the door, "Sam?"
"Yeah?" He paused, his shoulders slightly slumped.
"Don't come back." He took a non-existent breath. "Just...don't. Okay?"
He slowly turned to face his brother. "You're kidding, right?"
"I'm not. Stay away from here."
Sam stared at him. "What the hell is going on, Dean?"
"Nothing. Just don't come back." Without giving him a change to respond, the door was snapped shut.
Feeling like he'd just been sucker-punched, he stared at the door his older brother had just slammed in his face.
Turning around, Dean made his way back down the hallway and into the bedroom.
"Who was it?" Chloe murmured sleepily.
"Sam." He mumbled, slipping out of his jeans and crawling back into bed beside her.
She lifted her head a little. "He left?"
"Made him leave."
Her eyebrows furrowing, she rolled over so she was facing him.
Seeing her look, Dean frowned, "What is it?"
"I thought you two were close."
"We are...but...with us..." He motioned to both their cold bodies. "Honestly, with the way we grew up, how do you think he'd react?"
Her eyes darkened a little and she shifted closer to him. "You took it all right," she murmured.
He put a hand to her cheek, "That's because I wanted to do this."
Chloe was silent for a moment, and she lifted her gaze to meet his.
He raised an eyebrow, "You don't believe me?"
"I didn't say that. I was just thinking." She kissed him softly on the lips.
He kissed her back, "Oh yeah?"
Nodding a little, she slid a hand through his hair, pulling him closer.
He snuggled against her, wrapping his arms around her, "And what were you thinking about?"
Resting her forehead against his collarbone, she closed her eyes. "We could turn him. If you wanted."
"But would he want it?" He mumbled.
She shrugged a little.
"Tell you what..." He bent his head down and kissed her. "We'll go to where Sam's staying after the sun goes down."
She kissed him back passionately.
Grinning against her mouth, he began to stroke her body, "Miss me?"
She made a noise somewhere between a purr and a growl. "Yes," she whispered.
Smirking at the noise she made, he pressed himself more firmly against her, "Good...I missed you too."
She licked her lips, pulling him closer, their bodies pressed together intimately.
He kissed her once again, "God, you're so beautiful."
"You're the only one who's ever called me that," she whispered against his lips.
"Shame." He whispered back, planting kisses along her jawline.
"I love you," she murmured, tilting her head back to give him better access.
"I love you too." He growled, making his way down her neck now.
Chloe groaned softly as his teeth scraped over her skin lightly.
As he reached her breasts, his mouth traveled to one and he took it in his mouth, sucking gently.
She arched up, biting down hard on her lip, her nails raking across his shoulder blades.
He shivered at the feel of her nails on his back as he slowly moved to the other breast.
"Please," she whimpered.
He stopped briefly, looking up at her, eyes glinting mischievously, "Please what?"
It was just like him to make her beg for it, she thought, growling softly. "Make love to me now."
Teasing his way up her body, he finally came face to face with her. Rolling over so that he was on top of her, he kissed her passionately, "Your wish is my command."
* * *
Pulling the Impala to a halt outside the motel Sam was supposed to be staying at, Dean turned to Chloe, "You should probably go talk to him without me." He whispered, brushing his hand along her cheekbone.
She shivered a little. "You don't wanna talk to him?"
"I'm not sure I should."
She frowned. "Why not?"
"I told him not to come around anymore," he said, hand moving to stroke her hair.
She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. "I'll be back," she whispered.
Smiling, he nodded and watched her exit the car. "Be careful."
She winked at him before making her way to Sam's motel room, knocking lightly on the door and waiting for him to answer.
There was a slight shuffling outside and the cock of a gun before Sam's face appeared in the doorway. He stared at her for a second, expression becoming puzzled, "Chloe?"
"Hi, Sam," she said softly, offering him a small smile.
Discarding his gun behind the door, he opened the door fully, "Come in."
Smile brightening a little, she moved past him and into the small room. The TV was off, and his computer was open, the glow from the screen illuminating the otherwise dark room. "What's up?"
Flipping on the light, he shrugged and closed his laptop, "Nothing." *
"Long time no see," she said, keeping her distance.
"Yeah."
She was silent for a moment. "Look, about earlier--"
He shook his head, moving to sit down, "Yeah, about earlier." His voice was cold. "What the hell?"
Chloe gazed at him intently. "Dean's changed."
He folded his arms, "I can see that."
Her eyes narrowed a little. "For the better."
"Completely blowing me off and telling me to never come back is better?"
She rolled her eyes. "That's not what I meant." She moved a little farther in to the room before turning to look at him again. "He doesn't really want you to leave."
As she moved toward him and more into the light, he took in her paled features, "Are you okay?"
"I'm great actually." She slowly sat down on the edge of his bed.
He furrowed his eyebrows, "But you're so pale..."
"I'm Irish, Sam," she said wryly.
He shook his head again, "Even the Irish aren't that pale."
She gazed at him silently, waiting for the reality to dawn on him.
After studying her more, his eyes widened. "My God."
"Don't freak out," she whispered, remaining seated on his bed.
Sam shot up from the bed and backed away from her, "Why shouldn't I?!"
"I'm not going to bite you, Sam." She sighed softly, still gazing at him.
Running a hand down his face he took a shuddering breath, "You're a vampire. You're a fucking vampire."
Chloe was quiet for a moment. "It wasn't my choice, believe me."
"When?"
"A few days ago."
"Was that...before you called Dean?"
She looked down at the floor.
When she didn't respond, Sam put a horrified hand to his mouth.
"It was his choice," she whispered, slowly rising to her feet.
"You turned him. You turned my brother--the *only* thing I had left." He said harshly.
"He was going to die in a year, Sam." She gazed at him steadily.
"I could've gotten him out of it!"
"You don't know that," she said quietly.
"Yes I do." He spat.
"Do you? And how? By offering yourself up for a deal? So you could both spend an eternity in hell?"
He turned away from her as if he'd been slapped in the face, "No."
"Because that's exactly what would have happened. You can't trust crossroad demons, Sam."
He hit the wall furiously, "I wouldn't have made a deal like that stupid ass did!"
"He made that deal to save your life!"
He whipped his head back to her, "Well he shouldn't have!"
"You're his brother!" Her eyes were dark, narrowed.
"Yeah, I was." He growled.
"You still are."
"Not after what you've turned him into." He folded his arms. "He doesn't even want me around."
"He still wants you around, Sam." She gazed at him intently.
"He told me to stay away when I was at your apartment! How else am I supposed to take that?"
"Well, for one when you showed up it was broad daylight," she retorted. "Secondly...he wasn't sure how you'd take it."
"I showed up in broad daylight not thinking my brother was something we hunt," he responded coldly.
"I guess I overestimated you," she said just as coolly as she headed for the door.
He watched her leave, too furious to try to go after her.
"I always thought out of the two of you, that you were more open-minded. Guess I was wrong." She pulled the door open.
Leaning against the wall, he glared at her, keeping his mouth shut.
She paused in the doorway. "It doesn't have to be like this, Sam."
"Just...leave Chloe." I need time. He thought to himself.
Her eyes were sad. "If you change your mind, you know where to find us." Without waiting for a response, she left the room, closing the door behind her.
Sliding to the floor, Sam put his head in his hands. For the first time since Jess died, he felt as if another piece of his heart had been torn out at the information he'd just been given.
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 (Chapter Two)
Sam was worried.
It had been two days, and he'd tried calling his brother multiple times to no avail. It automatically went to his voicemail.
Something was wrong.
Pacing the floor of the small motel room, he dialed the number again, raking a hand through his shaggy hair.
* * *
Hearing the vibrations of his phone again, Dean stared at his cell phone before turning his attention back to Chloe, "He won't stop calling."
"Maybe you should answer," she responded, raising an eyebrow.
His lip curled in disgust, "But why?"
She smirked, crawling into his lap. "So the phone will stop ringing," she whispered against his ear.
Grinning, he leaned forward and caught her lips in a kiss, "You know I love it when you state the obvious."
"Mmhmm." She returned the kiss, nibbling on his lower lip.
As the phone continued to vibrate, he leaned over and grabbed it, flipping it open in the process, "Yeah?" It came out half mumbled, as Chloe still had a hold of his bottom lip.
"Dean? Where are you?" Sam demanded.
"Told you where I am."
"Why haven't you been answering your phone? I've called a dozen times!"
Rolling his eyes, Dean held the phone away from him and gave a pouting Chloe another kiss, "Sorry about this."
"It's okay," she said with a faint smirk. "You can make it up to me later."
"Mmm..." He kissed her again. "But I want you now."
She groaned softly, returning the kiss. They'd done little other than make love in the last 36 hours and not only was she worried that the pack of vampires who'd sired her would show up to kill them both soon, she was also starving.
"Hungry?" He whispered.
"Famished," she admitted.
"Dean!!" Sam shouted.
He put the phone back to his ear, "What?" He snapped.
"Dude, what is going on? Are you all right?"
"I'm fine."
"Yeah? Well, you sound weird. What the hell is going on? Is Chloe all right?"
Dean frowned and pulled the phone away once more, "He says I sound weird."
She kissed him lightly once more, touching his cheek.
He kissed her back, "Lets go get food."
Nodding, she slowly slid off his lap.
Standing up, Dean put the phone back to his ear once more, "Gotta go Sam."
"Dean--" he protested.
"Bye Sam." He said, closing the phone and not giving his brother a chance to respond.
Chloe led the way to the door, her stomach growling.
Dean caught up to her quickly and threaded his arms around her waist.
She leaned back against him for a moment, sliding her arms over his.
"Any preference for food?"
"Something warm," she whispered with a wicked grin.
Chuckling, he bent his head around and gave her a quick kiss, "Anything for you."
"Let's go," she murmured, returning the kiss and reaching for the door handle.
Nodding, he followed her out the door, tossing his cell phone onto the chair. When the door shut, his phone began vibrating again, the caller I.D. reading 'Sammy.'
* * *
Their prey was easy enough to find. He was in the back of an ally way, just asking to be eaten. Dean took him down easily, then waited for Chloe to come and take her share first.
Her smile was bright even in the dark of the late night as she moved toward him. Their eyes met briefly and she reached out and caressed his cheek affectionately before moving closer to their intended victim.
He watched in fascination as he circled the helpless man, taunting him. Smiling, he nodded, "That's it...make him wait."
She licked her lips, an almost involuntary action, knowing it was she who couldn't wait much longer. She hadn't actually fed since she was turned. As she started to move in for the kill, the sound of boots on pavement made her look up. There at the mouth of the alley were five vampires whom she recognized instantly.
"Chloe." Jimmy regarded her with a cold expression, his gaze flickering to Dean.
Dropping the man he held, Dean moved to stand in front of Chloe, "You must be Jimmy." He said coldly.
"You were supposed to be lunch," he responded, his hands curling into fists.
"Yeah, well, there's been a change of plans." He dropped into a defensive stance.
Chloe slid a hand over Dean's arm, her gaze dark as she gazed at Jimmy with warning.
"She's mine," Jimmy informed him darkly, ignoring Chloe completely.
"She's ours," the tallest of the vampires replied, stepping out of the shadows. He glowered at the two of them. "Come," he beckoned Chloe.
She faltered, unable to resist moving toward him at the command.
Dean quickly tightened his hand around her wrist and stopped her movement. Putting her behind him again, he moved forward, "She's mine." He growled.
The elder vampire smirked at him. "Is that so?" he hissed.
"It is."
The other three stepped forward, blocking the alley exit. "She was ours first."
"That's where you're wrong," he whispered, dropping even lower into his stance.
Jimmy's glare flickered from Dean to Chloe. "I should've let them have you for dinner," he whispered.
That comment sent Dean over. Lunging at Jimmy, he took him down easily. Pinning him, Dean let his fangs drop down, "Stupid comment."
He growled, shoving at Dean's larger, more muscular form. "She won't want you forever. It'll always be about Clark Kent," he hissed.
"If you know how over Clark she was...you wouldn't be saying that," he picked him up by the lapels and shoved him into the wall.
He smirked and shoved Dean backwards a little. "Too bad she's bonded to us." He nodded toward the other vampires in the group.
Turning around swiftly, he grabbed Jimmy's neck in his arms and squeezed tightly, "You go near her, I'll kill him."
The elder vampire shrugged. "Then so be it." He looked toward Chloe.
Throwing Jimmy aside, Dean was in front of the elder vampire before anyone could blink. Getting in front of him, Dean shoved his shoulders against the wall. "You are *not* going near there."
"I don't have to go to her," he whispered. "I can make her come to me." He smirked.
"I wouldn't try that if I were you." His eyes gleamed dangerously.
He glared intently at Dean, looking past him to Chloe for a moment. "We'll see you soon. You won't be able to stay away."
Chloe's eyes darkened. "Don't be so certain," she whispered.
"Yeah." Dean tilted his head to the side. "Don't be so certain."
He smirked. "You have a lot to learn about our kind, Childe. You'll see what I mean." Without waiting for a response, he leapt into the air, landing on top of the roof of the building beside them, quickly followed by the other four.
"Son of a bitch." He growled, watching them take off.
Chloe leaned against the wall heavily, her head hurting.
Walking quickly over to her, Dean took her arm and lead her over to the man he'd caught earlier. "You need food."
Weakened, she let him guide her to the alley floor, the gravel digging into her knees as she knelt down beside the man. A soft growl escaped her as she sank her teeth into the soft flesh of the man's neck.
A smile spread across his face as he watched her drink, "Good. Fill yourself."
She reached out with one hand, pulling him closer to the other side of the man's neck.
Waiting a moment longer, he too dug into the man's neck, savoring the flavor of the arm, thick blood that suddenly filled his mouth.
Her eyes drifted shut as she let the warm fluid rejuvenate her, making her stronger once more.
Forever (Chapter Three)
It had taken him less than twenty minutes to locate Chloe Sullivan's apartment building in the large city of Metropolis. He immediately spotted the Impala in the parking lot out front and drew in a breath, feeling uneasy as he made his way into the building and up the stairs. He didn't hesitate before knocking loudly on the door, not caring that it was barely 8 in the morning.
Hearing the loud knock from inside, Dean groaned and turned over to look at Chloe, "Who comes this early in the morning?"
"Humans," she grumbled, burying her head under the pillow.
Rolling out of bed, Dean slipped into a pair of jeans, "Humans who want to be dinner..." he mumbled.
"Not hungry," she murmured, yawning.
"Then we'll save them," he said, winking at her.
Smiling a little, she closed her eyes once more as he left the room.
He walked slowly down the hallway and into the front room. When he reached the room, he made sure all of the blinds were shut tightly before walking over to the door, and pulling it open a crack, "Whatever it is, we don't want-"
"Dean!" Sam put his hand out and pushed the door open more.
Hissing slightly as the sunlight hit his skin, he shrunk back more into the shadows, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"It's been four days! You haven't been answering your phone. I was worried. Let me in."
"No."
"Dude, I've been driving all night," Sam said in annoyance.
"Well good for you."
He stared at his older brother, confused by the coldness of his tone. "What's going on?"
"Nothing. But you need to leave."
"Oh, God. You two were--"
Dean made a face, "No. Get your mind out of the gutter."
Sam smirked. "Well, it is you," he pointed out. "It's not like it's that much of a stretch. How's she doing?" His voice was filled with concern.
"She's fine." He said flatly.
He gazed at him, trying to figure out what was going on. "Are you?"
He blinked, "Yeah..."
"Dean, are you sure? You don't seem like yourself." His eyes were filled with worry, uncertainty.
Trying to keep his distance now, Dean stepped back further into the apartment, "I'm fine. Are you done with the interrogation?"
"Are you pissed at me?" There was hurt in his voice.
"Not pissed, but if you don't leave, I could get there."
Sam frowned. "Fine. I'll be at that motel down the street. I'll call you later. Tell Chloe I said hi," he said, still hurt as he turned away.
Going over to the door, still staying the shadows, Dean began to shut the door, "Sam?"
"Yeah?" He paused, his shoulders slightly slumped.
"Don't come back." He took a non-existent breath. "Just...don't. Okay?"
He slowly turned to face his brother. "You're kidding, right?"
"I'm not. Stay away from here."
Sam stared at him. "What the hell is going on, Dean?"
"Nothing. Just don't come back." Without giving him a change to respond, the door was snapped shut.
Feeling like he'd just been sucker-punched, he stared at the door his older brother had just slammed in his face.
Turning around, Dean made his way back down the hallway and into the bedroom.
"Who was it?" Chloe murmured sleepily.
"Sam." He mumbled, slipping out of his jeans and crawling back into bed beside her.
She lifted her head a little. "He left?"
"Made him leave."
Her eyebrows furrowing, she rolled over so she was facing him.
Seeing her look, Dean frowned, "What is it?"
"I thought you two were close."
"We are...but...with us..." He motioned to both their cold bodies. "Honestly, with the way we grew up, how do you think he'd react?"
Her eyes darkened a little and she shifted closer to him. "You took it all right," she murmured.
He put a hand to her cheek, "That's because I wanted to do this."
Chloe was silent for a moment, and she lifted her gaze to meet his.
He raised an eyebrow, "You don't believe me?"
"I didn't say that. I was just thinking." She kissed him softly on the lips.
He kissed her back, "Oh yeah?"
Nodding a little, she slid a hand through his hair, pulling him closer.
He snuggled against her, wrapping his arms around her, "And what were you thinking about?"
Resting her forehead against his collarbone, she closed her eyes. "We could turn him. If you wanted."
"But would he want it?" He mumbled.
She shrugged a little.
"Tell you what..." He bent his head down and kissed her. "We'll go to where Sam's staying after the sun goes down."
She kissed him back passionately.
Grinning against her mouth, he began to stroke her body, "Miss me?"
She made a noise somewhere between a purr and a growl. "Yes," she whispered.
Smirking at the noise she made, he pressed himself more firmly against her, "Good...I missed you too."
She licked her lips, pulling him closer, their bodies pressed together intimately.
He kissed her once again, "God, you're so beautiful."
"You're the only one who's ever called me that," she whispered against his lips.
"Shame." He whispered back, planting kisses along her jawline.
"I love you," she murmured, tilting her head back to give him better access.
"I love you too." He growled, making his way down her neck now.
Chloe groaned softly as his teeth scraped over her skin lightly.
As he reached her breasts, his mouth traveled to one and he took it in his mouth, sucking gently.
She arched up, biting down hard on her lip, her nails raking across his shoulder blades.
He shivered at the feel of her nails on his back as he slowly moved to the other breast.
"Please," she whimpered.
He stopped briefly, looking up at her, eyes glinting mischievously, "Please what?"
It was just like him to make her beg for it, she thought, growling softly. "Make love to me now."
Teasing his way up her body, he finally came face to face with her. Rolling over so that he was on top of her, he kissed her passionately, "Your wish is my command."
* * *
Pulling the Impala to a halt outside the motel Sam was supposed to be staying at, Dean turned to Chloe, "You should probably go talk to him without me." He whispered, brushing his hand along her cheekbone.
She shivered a little. "You don't wanna talk to him?"
"I'm not sure I should."
She frowned. "Why not?"
"I told him not to come around anymore," he said, hand moving to stroke her hair.
She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. "I'll be back," she whispered.
Smiling, he nodded and watched her exit the car. "Be careful."
She winked at him before making her way to Sam's motel room, knocking lightly on the door and waiting for him to answer.
There was a slight shuffling outside and the cock of a gun before Sam's face appeared in the doorway. He stared at her for a second, expression becoming puzzled, "Chloe?"
"Hi, Sam," she said softly, offering him a small smile.
Discarding his gun behind the door, he opened the door fully, "Come in."
Smile brightening a little, she moved past him and into the small room. The TV was off, and his computer was open, the glow from the screen illuminating the otherwise dark room. "What's up?"
Flipping on the light, he shrugged and closed his laptop, "Nothing." *
"Long time no see," she said, keeping her distance.
"Yeah."
She was silent for a moment. "Look, about earlier--"
He shook his head, moving to sit down, "Yeah, about earlier." His voice was cold. "What the hell?"
Chloe gazed at him intently. "Dean's changed."
He folded his arms, "I can see that."
Her eyes narrowed a little. "For the better."
"Completely blowing me off and telling me to never come back is better?"
She rolled her eyes. "That's not what I meant." She moved a little farther in to the room before turning to look at him again. "He doesn't really want you to leave."
As she moved toward him and more into the light, he took in her paled features, "Are you okay?"
"I'm great actually." She slowly sat down on the edge of his bed.
He furrowed his eyebrows, "But you're so pale..."
"I'm Irish, Sam," she said wryly.
He shook his head again, "Even the Irish aren't that pale."
She gazed at him silently, waiting for the reality to dawn on him.
After studying her more, his eyes widened. "My God."
"Don't freak out," she whispered, remaining seated on his bed.
Sam shot up from the bed and backed away from her, "Why shouldn't I?!"
"I'm not going to bite you, Sam." She sighed softly, still gazing at him.
Running a hand down his face he took a shuddering breath, "You're a vampire. You're a fucking vampire."
Chloe was quiet for a moment. "It wasn't my choice, believe me."
"When?"
"A few days ago."
"Was that...before you called Dean?"
She looked down at the floor.
When she didn't respond, Sam put a horrified hand to his mouth.
"It was his choice," she whispered, slowly rising to her feet.
"You turned him. You turned my brother--the *only* thing I had left." He said harshly.
"He was going to die in a year, Sam." She gazed at him steadily.
"I could've gotten him out of it!"
"You don't know that," she said quietly.
"Yes I do." He spat.
"Do you? And how? By offering yourself up for a deal? So you could both spend an eternity in hell?"
He turned away from her as if he'd been slapped in the face, "No."
"Because that's exactly what would have happened. You can't trust crossroad demons, Sam."
He hit the wall furiously, "I wouldn't have made a deal like that stupid ass did!"
"He made that deal to save your life!"
He whipped his head back to her, "Well he shouldn't have!"
"You're his brother!" Her eyes were dark, narrowed.
"Yeah, I was." He growled.
"You still are."
"Not after what you've turned him into." He folded his arms. "He doesn't even want me around."
"He still wants you around, Sam." She gazed at him intently.
"He told me to stay away when I was at your apartment! How else am I supposed to take that?"
"Well, for one when you showed up it was broad daylight," she retorted. "Secondly...he wasn't sure how you'd take it."
"I showed up in broad daylight not thinking my brother was something we hunt," he responded coldly.
"I guess I overestimated you," she said just as coolly as she headed for the door.
He watched her leave, too furious to try to go after her.
"I always thought out of the two of you, that you were more open-minded. Guess I was wrong." She pulled the door open.
Leaning against the wall, he glared at her, keeping his mouth shut.
She paused in the doorway. "It doesn't have to be like this, Sam."
"Just...leave Chloe." I need time. He thought to himself.
Her eyes were sad. "If you change your mind, you know where to find us." Without waiting for a response, she left the room, closing the door behind her.
Sliding to the floor, Sam put his head in his hands. For the first time since Jess died, he felt as if another piece of his heart had been torn out at the information he'd just been given.