SPN/SV Fic: Destati (8/10)
Destati (8/10) -- Sam/Chloe
Title: Destati
Authors: clarksmuse and xtremeroswellia
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Chloe Sullivan
Rating: R to NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Empty pockets tell the tale.
A/N: This is fairly AU, based on the concept of "the other half" that is supposed to complete human beings. We love feedback and hope you enjoy this!
Chloe hadn't slept and Sam hadn't returned to their room by five the next morning. Feeling uneasy, she dressed quickly--in a pair of jeans and one of Sam's shirts which dwarfed her. Quietly, she made her way next door, knocking almost inaudibly on the door.
Wide awake, Sam heard the soft rapping and knew it was Chloe. Despite Dean's threats and promises of beating him into the ground, Sam had stayed with his brother, making sure he got some sleep. Hoping Dean understood he would never be alone, no matter what.
But Sam, on the other hand, couldn't close his eyes. His mind wandered, contemplating the consequences of he and Dean giving up the hunt and settling down. And it didn't help matters that his body literally cried for Chloe's. He felt her through the walls, knew she wasn't sleeping either. And there was little he could do about it.
So when he opened the door and found her there, looking tired and frightened, it was all he could do to not hold her.
"How is he?" she whispered, keeping her voice soft so as not to wake the elder Winchester.
Sam stepped outside the room and shut the door behind him, keeping it cracked just in case Dean woke up again. "Sleeping, finally," he said, his eyes trailing down her body that his shirt covered. "You look good in my stuff."
A faint smile touched her lips. "Thanks." She gazed up at him, her tired eyes meeting his in the dimly dawning morning atmosphere.
The sun was beginning to rise, creating a splash of color on the horizon. Somehow the light managed to alight her skin and hair, making her glow. "You're beautiful in the morning," Sam whispered, his eyes intently fixed on hers. "I'm sorry you didn't sleep last night."
"It's okay. It's not the first time and it won't be the last." She smiled at him faintly, touching his cheek with one hand.
He closed his eyes against the chaotic sensations that went through his body at her touch. "Dean'll be okay, Chloe. He just needs... time. I guess." They had to think about the future, he suddenly realized, because he wouldn't let Chloe raise their child alone.
At that moment, they heard a groan from inside the room and she looked at Sam with worried eyes before following him inside.
Sam saw Dean's eyes struggle to open as he moved, trying to sit up. "Dean?" he asked hesitantly, glancing at Chloe even as he tried to move towards the bed.
Dean felt like a tractor trailer hit him in the chest. In fact, he felt like his entire body was on fire, and not in a good way. "God, what'd you put in those pills?" he groaned. "Gasoline?"
"Dude, you don't need to be moving," his brother said, moving to keep him lying down.
Chloe winced at the sight of the bruises on Dean's ribcage. She wondered if he had indeed, been hit by a truck. "I'll be right back." She slipped out of the room to go get some ice.
Dean watched Sam's girl leave, then cocked an eyebrow at him. "Is she wearing your shirt?" he asked with a pained smirk.
Ignoring his brother's suggestive comment, Sam said, "I think maybe Missouri can wait until we get you patched up. Is your rib really broken?"
"Hell if I know." He winced, trying to sit up again.
Sam put a hand on Dean's shoulder and kept him down on the bed. "Dude, stop being stupid and lie down. I'm not going to let you hurt yourself more."
At that moment, Chloe returned with a bag filled with ice. "This is gonna be unpleasant at first." She gave Dean an apologetic look before glancing at Sam and sitting on the other side of the bed. She gently pressed it to his ribs.
"Ow, fuck!" Dean shouted, practically shaking the rafters of the room. He glared at Chloe. "Are you trying to kill me?"
Sam bit back a smile. Trust Dean to mask his pain with his mouth, he thought.
"Not yet," she said, rolling her eyes. She glanced up at the cut above his eyebrow. "When you get yourself in trouble, you do a fine job, don't you?" She shook her head a little and reached up to examine the cut a little more closely, trying to determine if he needed stitches. She didn't even realize at first that her fingers were glowing.
Slowly the pain ebbed, leaving Dean feeling more or less awake and refreshed. In fact, it seemed like his pain was... gone. "What the --?" he started, feeling a sense of warmth pervade his body.
Sam noticed the light emanating from Chloe's fingers as she touched his brother's brow. Before he knew it, the small cut on Dean's forehead was gone, and from the looks of things, whatever was wrong with his chest was gone, too. "Uh, Chloe?" Sam asked cautiously. "Are you... healing my brother?"
Chloe's own eyes widened in shock and she yanked her hand back away from Dean, her heart skipping a beat. Scrambling to her feet, more than a little freaked out, her face was drained of all color as she looked back at Sam.
Dean touched his ribs and found there was no pain. At all. He looked at the blonde curiously and wondered how she had cured him.
Sam approached her and cupped her cheeks with his hands. She looked scared to death, literally, and that concerned him more than anything else. He understood her fears, though: he'd been in the same boat when he began having those nightmares of Jess dying, only to have them come true. And when the nightmares became real...
Without a word, he looked into her eyes and let the strength of their bond calm her.
Still shaken, but feeling calmer as she gazed back at him, she swallowed hard, letting out a slow breath. "And it just keeps on gettin' weirder," she said almost inaudibly.
"But you just healed my brother," Sam protested quietly, with a small smile. "I think you got into his good graces forever." He looked over at Dean, who was still feeling around, checking for any sign of pain. "Dude, she healed you. Thank her already."
Dean looked over at Chloe, a mixture of weirded out and grateful. "Guess that means I can start calling you Florence Nightingale," he said gruffly, teasing.
"Hell no you're not calling her Florence," Sam stated, rolling his eyes. "She's much too pretty for that name." He pulled Chloe into his arms and held her, taking her stress and anxiety into himself. It wasn't good for their child.
She released a breath, closing her eyes. "I think I need to lie down, Sam," she whispered, feeling a little dizzy.
Effortlessly, he picked her up and held him close to his chest. "Dean, I'll be back." He rushed out the door and towards their room.
Smiling faintly, Dean watched the door slam shut behind him, knowing Sam wouldn't be back until it was time to head to Missouri's.
Fortunately Chloe had left their door cracked, so he used his foot to kick the door in. He carried her to the bed and gently laid her down, his eyes filled with fear. "What's wrong?" he asked anxiously.
"I don't know, I just...felt exhausted all of a sudden." Her eyes drooped, her face pale.
Settling next to her, Sam curled her in his arms. "You're tired, Chloe. And... that healing must have taken a lot out of you." He opened his mind and let his warmth and life force comfort her, strengthen her, maybe... help her sleep.
Chloe's eyes drifted shut almost instantly as she felt the connection between them flare, this time in a calming, soothing manner. "Love you," she murmured before drifting off to sleep.
Her words ran through his mind like a screaming bullet. He smiled, despite his gut reaction that no one like her could possibly love him. Not even with the physical and mental connection they shared. Chloe Sullivan couldn't love him.
Sam felt her relax into sleep and kissed the top of her head. His head rested against hers and he whispered, "Love you, too." He couldn't help it. He meant it.
&&&&&
Chloe sat in the backseat of the Impala, feeling uneasy. She chewed on her thumbnail, staring out the window and blinking slowly when the car pulled to a stop in front of a small house with a very well-kept lawn.
Turning around, Sam smiled quietly. "We're here, Chloe," he whispered, sensing her unease and wondering if this had been a wise idea.
Dean sat in the driver's seat, letting the car idle and wondering the same thing. What were they doing here? he wondered, glancing at the other two. What could Missouri tell them? "Well, you two have fun," he said with a smirk.
Sam shot his gaze back to Dean. "Dude, you're coming in with us."
He snorted. "The hell I am. Remember last time we were here? She threatened to hit me with a spoon!"
"That was because she knew where you liked to put your feet," Sam replied with a smirk and shut off the engine. "You're coming in."
Chloe caught the glare Dean shot at Sam, but smiled faintly when he climbed out of the driver's seat anyway. She swallowed hard and slowly got out of the back of the car, shutting the door behind her. She bit her lower lip, waiting for Sam to get out of the passenger seat.
Sam had to admit, he was nervous. He hadn't spoken to Missouri since... He blocked that thought out of his mind as he slowly got out of the car, watching Chloe intently as he did so. Silently, he grabbed her hand, squeezed it tightly, and let her towards the door that Dean had already knocked on.
Dean caught Sam and Chloe out of the corner of his eyes and sighed. This wasn't going to be fun, he thought. "I've had root canals that were more entertaining," he grumbled as Missouri opened the door, a knowing smile on her face.
"Boy, you better watch it or you'll need a root canal before you leave," Missouri said, giving Dean a look as they headed up to the porch.
Chloe's eyes widened a little and she looked at Dean with raised eyebrows.
Crossing his arms, Dean smirked at the middle-aged black woman. "Oh yeah? Just how you plan on doing that, since I haven't done anything this time?"
Sam sighed and glanced at Chloe, who was watching the two with interest and a little fear.
"Yet," she said with a smirk. She turned her attention to Sam. "Sammy. Good to see you." She hugged him.
Coloring a little, Sam hugged Missouri back. "It's Sam, you know," he said with amusement in his voice.
Dean groaned inwardly. He hated the pleasantries, though he supposed it was necessary.
She smiled. "And you must be Chloe. Let me look at you." She took Chloe's hands in her own, smiling at her warmly. "Oh my." Her eyes widened a little and she looked at Sam before ushering them all inside.
"What?" Sam asked, following the others inside and immediately taking a place beside Chloe. He smiled at Missouri though he burned to ask just what her strange look directed at him was for.
"Make yourselves comfortable. I'm just gonna make some tea." She nodded toward the living room before disappearing into the kitchen.
Chloe drew in a breath, looking up at Sam with uncertainty in her eyes. She liked Missouri instantly, but there was something vaguely unsettling about the whole situation.
Dean watched Missouri leave the room before plopping down into the easy chair, tempted to put his feet on her coffee table to see if she'd really whack him with a spoon. But he looked at Sam and Chloe instead and sighed. "Awkward," he muttered, rubbing his eyes with two fingers.
Taking her hand, Sam looked at Chloe and smiled gently. "She's psychic, Chlo. You'll get used to it." He hoped she did, anyway. They needed a place to start looking.
Nodding a little, she took his hand and sat down on the sofa, glancing over at Dean. "You don't seem too enthused to be here. Did she really threaten to hit you with a spoon?"
Sam stifled a snort of laughter as he saw Dean throw Chloe a look.
"Maybe," he replied with a frown, smoothing his jacket down to avoid the strangeness of the situation.
"Be nice to her. She healed your dumb butt or you'd still be in a lot of pain," Missouri said, shooting Dean a glare as she stepped back into the living room with a tray of tea glasses.
Dean looked up at Missouri in surprise but said nothing but a grumbled, "Yes ma'am."
Smiling at his brother's lack of response, Sam asked, "Need help with that, Missouri?" He admired the woman. She was the only person who could always put Dean in his place.
"Thank you, Sam." Missouri beamed at him as he took the tray from her and she settled into her chair, looking around at the three of them.
Chloe remained quiet, though she smiled faintly out of politeness.
Handing tea to everyone, Sam looked at Chloe, who seemed shyly waiting for the couch to swallow her whole. He needed to make her comfortable, so he said, "So, Missouri, Chloe is my... girlfriend." The words sounded strange, especially since she was much more than that to him. It was more complicated than that, he said.
Dean gave his brother a look, wondering when exactly Sam had lost the ability to speak English.
"Oh, she's much more than that," Missouri said thoughtfully, sipping her hot tea and smiling faintly at Chloe.
"Well, duh," Dean muttered under his breath, just loud enough for Sam to hear.
Sam glared at Dean but spoke to Missouri. "Yeah, she is. She and I were wondering... what exactly is going on with us?" He glanced at Chloe as he sat down again and took her hand in his, feeling her relax at his touch.
"You already know, Sam. You figured it out in your research. She's your other half."
Chloe swallowed hard, her grip tightening slightly on his hand. "What exactly does that mean?"
Sam frowned, his heart thudding frantically in his chest. "What, literally my other half?" he asked. "It's not just some passing... thing?"
"Oh, no. She's your soulmate." Missouri smiled gently. "It's the real thing."
Sam looked over at Chloe and smiled warmly. Somehow, he felt a sense of completeness when Missouri said that. He lost himself briefly in her shy green eyes and ignored th heated, envious look Dean threw their way.
"What does this all mean?" Chloe asked again, turning her gaze to Missouri questioningly.
Her eyes were unreadable. "Your powers kicked in early because of the baby."
Missouri's comment startled Sam out of his thoughts. "So it's not just the baby?" he asked, glancing at the older woman. "Chloe had them to begin with?"
"Which begs the question, does the child have abilities, too?" Dean interjected, leaning forward in his seat.
"Oh yes, she does." She smiled a bit. "The telekinesis is actually your daughter's power, Chloe."
She sucked in a startled breath.
Sam blinked in shock. "Daughter?" he asked, a ghost of a smile on his face. "So she kinda... got that from me."
"Well, it won't be her only power, of course. But yes, the telekinesis came from you, Sam." Missouri smiled warmly. "The rest of it..." She looked at Chloe. "That's all you, honey."
She slowly sat back against the sofa. "I don't understand."
"It's simple, Chloe," Dean explained. "Your unborn child is channeling her power through you. Anything else you can do is your-- hang on a damn second." Dean looked concerned suddenly.
Sam whipped his head around and looked at Dean. "Dude, what's the problem? She's developed mind reading suddenly, and the healing... oh crap." He gazed at his brother and wondered if he was thinking the same thing. He was twenty-two when his abilities came to light... was this the same situation with her?
"What? What's going on?" she asked in alarm, looking from Dean to Sam and back again.
Sam turned to look at Chloe, his dark eyes wide. "Chloe, this is going to sound stupid, but... how old are you?"
Looking at him in confusion, her eyebrows furrowed. "I just turned twenty. Why? What the hell is going on?"
"She doesn't fit the pattern, Sam," Dean replied, ignoring her question. "It can't be that.... Chloe, did your mother die in a nursery fire when you were six months old?" His casual question sounded cold and harsh.
Sam stood up. "Dean, shut up, okay?" He turned and looked at Chloe. "My abilities started when I was twenty-two, and they're somehow connected to the demon that killed my mother when I was a baby." He looked to Missouri for some help.
Her head was starting to spin. "No, my mother's not dead." She rose to her feet too.
Missouri gazed at them. "She's like you, Sam. But her powers kicked in early because you two met sooner than expected. You were drawn together."
Sam frowned, watching Chloe though he spoke to Missouri. "So... I kick started her mind reading and healing abilities early?" Did this mean she was part of the Yellow-Eyed Demon's plan, too? he wondered, suddenly afraid for both his girl and his daughter.
"Not exactly. You think it was a coincidence that you were drawn to Smallville when you were, Sam?" Missouri gazed at him.
Sam turned to look at Missouri. "I don't know," he replied honestly. "I was just passing through town and needed a place to crash for the night. Meeting Chloe was..." He glanced at Dean and let the rest of his words fall, not sure his brother would appreciate his sentiment of Fate.
"But out of everywhere in the country you could have gone, you ended up in Smallville," the older woman said knowingly, nodding a little.
Chloe slowly sat back down on the sofa, exhaling slowly. "This is a lot to take in."
"No kidding," he replied, sitting next to her and putting an arm around her. Their connection was real, and she had powers... like he did. He gently stroked her shoulder, hoping to give her a little comfort. "Does this mean she's... a chosen one?" he asked, looking at Missouri.
Dean looked down, his jaw tightening. Things weren't looking good, he thought miserably.
Missouri nodded slightly, her expression unreadable. "I wish I knew for what so I could ease your minds. But I'll be damned if I know what that demon's ultimate plan is."
"So she's one of the other children," Sam repeated to himself, kissing the top of Chloe's head as he spoke.
Dean slapped his palms against his thighs. "Fantastic," he said, standing up. "At least now, there's twice the number of times the Demon'll come after us." He ignored the hateful look Sam shot at him, as well as Missouri's irritated one.
"Maybe we should split up," Chloe whispered, feeling sick.
"No," Sam replied sternly, pulling her to him and giving Dean a hateful look. "There's no way we're separating."
"Whatever," Dean said, striding out the door without a backwards look.
Sam turned a helpless look to Missouri, asking her what to do with Dean.
Chloe swallowed hard, burying her face in her hands.
"I'll go." Missouri rose to her feet and followed Dean.
"Thanks," Sam replied, looking down at Chloe and stroking her hair gently. He had no idea what to tell her or even where to go from here, but one thing was certain: they were meant to be together for a reason, and nothing would keep them apart.
Dean was resting against the Impala, his arms holding him up as he looked into the car's interior, lost in thought. He wasn't aware of Missouri's presence until she was standing next to him. "What do you want?" he asked miserably.
Missouri gazed at him intently and then reached out and laid a hand on his shoulder. "You very much factor in. Sam still needs you. And for that matter, so does Chloe."
Though he didn't move away from her touch, Dean nevertheless snorted in despair. "Oh really? Did you see into the future for that line?"
"Stop throwing yourself a pity party, Dean. It's very unbecoming." She gazed at him intently. "Furthermore, your niece is gonna need you, too. And you can't tell me you're not excited about being an uncle." Missouri smirked.
He smiled faintly at the thought of being an uncle, though he said nothing about it. "You're the mind reader. You tell me if I'm happy or not. Besides, how the hell do you expect me to protect all three of them when I can barely keep Sammy safe?"
She rolled her eyes. "When haven't you kept Sam safe, boy?"
"You mean, aside from the last shape shifter situation where we nearly got arrested?"
"Sam didn't get hurt."
He turned around and faced her, eyes filled with pain though his face remained carefully neutral. "Not that time, no. But he might... and probably will." He thought of the promise he made his father... and his brother... and winced.
"Sam's not going to turn evil, Dean." There was confidence in her tone.
"You don't know that," he whispered, his eyes faltering and he looked down.
A smile tugged at her lips. "I know it, and so do you. And that woman was a monster, Dean. She would've killed Chloe and the baby without hesitation if you hadn't stopped her."
He glared at her. "Why else would I have shot her? You think I'm gonna let anything happen to them? Sam would freakin' kill me."
"There's no need to feel guilty about it." She gazed at him intently, ignoring the glare.
"That's not something I feel, Missouri," he protested quietly, even though he knew better.
"Uh huh. Just like you don't feel responsible for keeping Sam safe."
He sighed in frustration. "Okay, so what if I do?" he asked, still glaring at the woman next to him. "I'm the oldest. I'm supposed to be responsible for him, dammit. I promised Dad."
Missouri smiled a bit. "And you've done a good job. Your dad would be very proud of you, Dean."
He sniffed in response. "Yeah, maybe, I don't know anymore." Dean looked at Missouri, honesty in his eyes. "We're screwed with the Feds, and between that and the Yellow-Eyed Demon's plans for Sam... I don't know where I fit in anymore. And now that Chloe's a part of his life..." He lifted a hand in the air, motioning towards the house. "They should be going off into the sunset, not worrying about getting killed or being possessed by the Devil himself."
"Dean, I don't know what's going to happen with the demon. But I know Sam. And his heart is too pure to become evil. And so is Chloe's."
He glanced at his feet. He knew Sam's heart was pure, but there was still his father's voice inside his head, telling him to kill Sam if he couldn't save him. It would take time to convince him all would be well. "I know Sam, and I'll take your word on Chloe. She doesn't seem the psycho-killer type." His lips fought to keep a faint smile at bay.
"No, though she's been attacked by enough of them it's surprising she lived long enough to even meet Sam."
"What?" he growled, his eyes narrowing in anger. Something inside him suddenly didn't like the idea that she had spent her entire life in danger, being without his brother as she tried to survive alone.
"Smallville's a dangerous place."
"So I've seen." He ran a hand through his hair and looked uncertainly at Missouri. "So how are we going to know what to expect from the demon, Missouri? It's not like we can sit in one spot while it decides whether to make an appearance or not."
"I don't know what to tell you, Dean," she admitted. "I don't know enough about this demon to know what its next move will be."
"Got any idea where we can get more information? We're about dried up on sources."
Missouri tilted her head to one side. "Not yet, we're not." Her voice grew quiet. She slowly turned and headed back toward the house.
Curious and not a little surprised, Dean followed her back into the house. "What do you mean?" he demanded quietly, following Missouri's gaze to the couple sitting on the couch together. Sam's arms were wrapped around Chloe, whose face was buried into his shirt. He felt a pang of guilt for being so angry about everything, especially when these two obviously needed a sane head.
"There's something we could try. I don't know for sure if it'll work, but it may be our best option."
"I'm open to anything," Sam replied immediately, growing more concerned by the minute over the woman in his arms. He had never seen anyone so afraid before, and really, who could blame her? When his nightmares started, he was pretty freaked out himself.
"What's the plan?" Chloe asked quietly, lifting her head.
Missouri smiled faintly. "Tonight...we're gonna have a séance."
Dean cocked an eyebrow. "You thinkin' of calling what I think you want to call?" he asked, his voice hard.
Sam stared at the black woman, wide-eyed. "You're kidding me, right?"
"No, Dean." She turned her gaze to him, her eyes softening. "Tonight we're gonna call your daddy."
All the color drained from his face. "No, Missouri," Dean replied harshly. "Not Dad."
"Actually, that's a good idea," Sam replied, looking at his brother. "After all, he was the one who told you that if you couldn't save me, you'd have to kill me. Clearly Dad knew something about this."
Chloe's face was pale and she suddenly felt sick. "What?" she whispered.
It took a minute for Sam to realize what he had said, and by the time he had, Chloe had wrenched herself from his embrace and raced to the bathroom. "Crap," he whispered, standing up and rubbing a hand over his face. He felt Missouri's gaze on him but couldn't look at her.
"Nice job, Matlock," Dean replied with an irritated smirk.
Missouri shot Dean a look, then gazed back at Sam. "You should give her a minute."
He laughed bitterly, looking down the hall at where she'd run. "A minute? Try a lifetime, Missouri. I was trying to figure out how to tell her..." He glanced at Dean briefly, wondering if things would actually come to that. He hoped not, for her sake. For their child's sake.
"You're not going to turn evil," she said firmly.
"Damn straight he isn't," Dean insisted, backing up Missouri's words.
Sam gave Dean a wry look before turning to Missouri. "See? He said I'm not, so I guess I'm safe."
Chloe emerged a few moments later, her face deathly pale. She didn't look at Sam or Dean, or even Missouri as she slowly headed for the front door.
"Chloe?" Sam asked quietly, feeling his heart sink as she didn't even grace him with a look. He watched her leave the house, shutting the door quietly behind her. His body screamed to chase her down, as he felt the connection between them stretch taut, like it would break at any second. His legs gave out from beneath him and he fell onto the couch.
Missouri glared at Dean. "Well, what are you waiting for, boy? Go talk to her." She moved over to the couch to sit beside Sam.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Can you be any more of a girl, Sam?"
"Shut the fuck up, Dean," Sam growled as he got to his feet again, practically running for the door, his long legs carrying him faster than he ever thought possible. When he found Chloe, it was outside in the front yard. She was walking around in circles, her arms wrapped around her waist, lost in thought.
"Million bucks for your thoughts," he called from the porch as he walked down the stairs. He felt compelled towards her, as if he had no other choice but to touch her, comfort her... be with her by any means necessary.
"When were you gonna tell me that Dean was supposed to kill you?" she asked, her voice distant.
Sam glanced down and shifted uncomfortably under her intense gaze. "With everything that's happened... it was going to be a conversation I was rehearsing," he said in a quiet voice. "Besides, it's not like that." He snuck a look at her and could have cried at the devastated look in her eyes.
"Not like what?" Tears pooled in her eyes.
"Chloe," he said, taking a step towards her, but when she moved away from him, Sam sighed. "Before our father died, he told Dean something about... me. He told Dean... if I couldn't be saved... that he'd have to... kill me." He rubbed a hand over his face, frustrated and worried.
"Saved from...from what? Becoming evil?" She remembered that conversation from the first time they'd met, though he'd left out the pertinent detail about Dean killing him.
Sam's smile was small and sheepish. "I don't know, Chloe... maybe." He moved quickly towards her and caught her in his arms, pinning her to him, snaking his arms around her.
"You're not going to turn evil," she whispered, shuddering against him.
He smiled softly, running his lips across her soft hair. "I can't, not now, not when I have you... and our daughter... besides, Dean won't let it happen."
"And if he even tries to kill you? I'm gonna kick his ass."
Somehow, Sam didn't think Dean would do that, not for a moment. Not with his dying breath would Dean let him become evil or hurt anyone else. Still, he smiled as she clung to him. "Dean's in for a helluva time if he does," he whispered.
She swallowed hard and pulled away enough to look at him. "I love you."
Those words seemed to infuse Sam with warmth which spread throughout his body. Putting his hands to her cheeks, he whispered, "I love you, too, Chloe Sullivan." He leaned into her and caught her lips with his gently.
She closed her eyes, returning the kiss as she savored the words.
Sam groaned, feeling their bodies connect on a spiritual level even as they strained closer to each other. The tension between them grew heavy with desire, and it was with great reluctance that he pulled away from her.
"Sam." She bit her lip, aching with need to be closer to him.
He stroked her cheeks gently, smiling. "I know, I feel it too," he whispered, brushing his lips with hers once more. It was too much of a torment not to.
Chloe groaned, shifting closer to him.
Sam felt his back brush against the Impala and pulled her up and flush against him, their mouths melting together as he deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance to her already opened mouth. He felt her hips move against his body and groaned in need. Of all the places to make out, he thought, pushing his hands under her shirt impatiently.
She whimpered at the feel of his hands against her bare skin, momentarily forgetting they were very much in public. As she tended to do when she was with Sam. She dropped her lips to his neck, kissing him softly and then nibbling on his collarbone.
He threw his head back against the Impala, giving her mouth ample access to his skin as he literally picked her up and held her to him. She felt so good against him, he thought as his eyes threatened to roll into the back of his head. His thumbs stroked her soft, supple skin as he held her.
So it took him a moment to become aware of the presence of Missouri on the front porch, watching them with amusement, loudly clearing her throat.
Startled, Chloe quickly pulled away from Sam, her eyes widening with horror that they'd been caught.
He put her down and stepped in front of her, eyeing Missouri with a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment. He felt Chloe dig her face into his back and smiled, feeling their breathing evening out together even as their bodies yearned for each other.
"Maybe the two of you should go back to the motel," she suggested with a faint smirk.
"Funny, Missouri," he replied, even though deep down he thought was a great idea. He squeezed Chloe's arm slightly, promising to pick up where they'd left off later. "We're good out here, aren't we?" He glanced back at Chloe.
Groaning inwardly, she leaned against him. "Yeah, we're fine."
Missouri chuckled from the porch.
Clearing his throat, Sam tried to refrain from a nervous laugh. "Are there things we need for the séance tonight, Missouri?" he asked.
"I've got everything we need," she assured him. "Just be here after dark."
Sam smiled. "I'll go get Dean, then." He turned around and looked at Chloe, eyebrows waggling suggestively. He wanted nothing more than to get back to the hotel and make love to her all afternoon.
Chloe couldn't help but chuckle at his expression. "Hurry," she mouthed, slowly climbing into the Impala.
Ignoring Missouri's knowing grin, Sam strode past her and into the house. "Dude, come on, let's go." He looked at Dean, who looked bored and listless. He felt a pang of regret for his brother, especially since he knew what it felt like to be the odd man out.
"Where we going?"
"Back to the hotel." He gave his brother a look. "Unless you wanna stay here until tonight."
"Hell no," he bit out, jumping to his feet and following his brother to the door.
"Missouri, we'll see you tonight?" Sam said, looking at the woman with an anxious smile on his face.
She smirked at him knowingly. "See you tonight, Sam."
Offering her a mental thanks for everything she had done, he smiled and ran down the steps, following Dean back to the Impala and getting in. Winking at Chloe, he turned his mind off, wanting to enjoy her presence during the day. The nighttime would bring its own share of problems.
Title: Destati
Authors: clarksmuse and xtremeroswellia
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Chloe Sullivan
Rating: R to NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Empty pockets tell the tale.
A/N: This is fairly AU, based on the concept of "the other half" that is supposed to complete human beings. We love feedback and hope you enjoy this!
Chloe hadn't slept and Sam hadn't returned to their room by five the next morning. Feeling uneasy, she dressed quickly--in a pair of jeans and one of Sam's shirts which dwarfed her. Quietly, she made her way next door, knocking almost inaudibly on the door.
Wide awake, Sam heard the soft rapping and knew it was Chloe. Despite Dean's threats and promises of beating him into the ground, Sam had stayed with his brother, making sure he got some sleep. Hoping Dean understood he would never be alone, no matter what.
But Sam, on the other hand, couldn't close his eyes. His mind wandered, contemplating the consequences of he and Dean giving up the hunt and settling down. And it didn't help matters that his body literally cried for Chloe's. He felt her through the walls, knew she wasn't sleeping either. And there was little he could do about it.
So when he opened the door and found her there, looking tired and frightened, it was all he could do to not hold her.
"How is he?" she whispered, keeping her voice soft so as not to wake the elder Winchester.
Sam stepped outside the room and shut the door behind him, keeping it cracked just in case Dean woke up again. "Sleeping, finally," he said, his eyes trailing down her body that his shirt covered. "You look good in my stuff."
A faint smile touched her lips. "Thanks." She gazed up at him, her tired eyes meeting his in the dimly dawning morning atmosphere.
The sun was beginning to rise, creating a splash of color on the horizon. Somehow the light managed to alight her skin and hair, making her glow. "You're beautiful in the morning," Sam whispered, his eyes intently fixed on hers. "I'm sorry you didn't sleep last night."
"It's okay. It's not the first time and it won't be the last." She smiled at him faintly, touching his cheek with one hand.
He closed his eyes against the chaotic sensations that went through his body at her touch. "Dean'll be okay, Chloe. He just needs... time. I guess." They had to think about the future, he suddenly realized, because he wouldn't let Chloe raise their child alone.
At that moment, they heard a groan from inside the room and she looked at Sam with worried eyes before following him inside.
Sam saw Dean's eyes struggle to open as he moved, trying to sit up. "Dean?" he asked hesitantly, glancing at Chloe even as he tried to move towards the bed.
Dean felt like a tractor trailer hit him in the chest. In fact, he felt like his entire body was on fire, and not in a good way. "God, what'd you put in those pills?" he groaned. "Gasoline?"
"Dude, you don't need to be moving," his brother said, moving to keep him lying down.
Chloe winced at the sight of the bruises on Dean's ribcage. She wondered if he had indeed, been hit by a truck. "I'll be right back." She slipped out of the room to go get some ice.
Dean watched Sam's girl leave, then cocked an eyebrow at him. "Is she wearing your shirt?" he asked with a pained smirk.
Ignoring his brother's suggestive comment, Sam said, "I think maybe Missouri can wait until we get you patched up. Is your rib really broken?"
"Hell if I know." He winced, trying to sit up again.
Sam put a hand on Dean's shoulder and kept him down on the bed. "Dude, stop being stupid and lie down. I'm not going to let you hurt yourself more."
At that moment, Chloe returned with a bag filled with ice. "This is gonna be unpleasant at first." She gave Dean an apologetic look before glancing at Sam and sitting on the other side of the bed. She gently pressed it to his ribs.
"Ow, fuck!" Dean shouted, practically shaking the rafters of the room. He glared at Chloe. "Are you trying to kill me?"
Sam bit back a smile. Trust Dean to mask his pain with his mouth, he thought.
"Not yet," she said, rolling her eyes. She glanced up at the cut above his eyebrow. "When you get yourself in trouble, you do a fine job, don't you?" She shook her head a little and reached up to examine the cut a little more closely, trying to determine if he needed stitches. She didn't even realize at first that her fingers were glowing.
Slowly the pain ebbed, leaving Dean feeling more or less awake and refreshed. In fact, it seemed like his pain was... gone. "What the --?" he started, feeling a sense of warmth pervade his body.
Sam noticed the light emanating from Chloe's fingers as she touched his brother's brow. Before he knew it, the small cut on Dean's forehead was gone, and from the looks of things, whatever was wrong with his chest was gone, too. "Uh, Chloe?" Sam asked cautiously. "Are you... healing my brother?"
Chloe's own eyes widened in shock and she yanked her hand back away from Dean, her heart skipping a beat. Scrambling to her feet, more than a little freaked out, her face was drained of all color as she looked back at Sam.
Dean touched his ribs and found there was no pain. At all. He looked at the blonde curiously and wondered how she had cured him.
Sam approached her and cupped her cheeks with his hands. She looked scared to death, literally, and that concerned him more than anything else. He understood her fears, though: he'd been in the same boat when he began having those nightmares of Jess dying, only to have them come true. And when the nightmares became real...
Without a word, he looked into her eyes and let the strength of their bond calm her.
Still shaken, but feeling calmer as she gazed back at him, she swallowed hard, letting out a slow breath. "And it just keeps on gettin' weirder," she said almost inaudibly.
"But you just healed my brother," Sam protested quietly, with a small smile. "I think you got into his good graces forever." He looked over at Dean, who was still feeling around, checking for any sign of pain. "Dude, she healed you. Thank her already."
Dean looked over at Chloe, a mixture of weirded out and grateful. "Guess that means I can start calling you Florence Nightingale," he said gruffly, teasing.
"Hell no you're not calling her Florence," Sam stated, rolling his eyes. "She's much too pretty for that name." He pulled Chloe into his arms and held her, taking her stress and anxiety into himself. It wasn't good for their child.
She released a breath, closing her eyes. "I think I need to lie down, Sam," she whispered, feeling a little dizzy.
Effortlessly, he picked her up and held him close to his chest. "Dean, I'll be back." He rushed out the door and towards their room.
Smiling faintly, Dean watched the door slam shut behind him, knowing Sam wouldn't be back until it was time to head to Missouri's.
Fortunately Chloe had left their door cracked, so he used his foot to kick the door in. He carried her to the bed and gently laid her down, his eyes filled with fear. "What's wrong?" he asked anxiously.
"I don't know, I just...felt exhausted all of a sudden." Her eyes drooped, her face pale.
Settling next to her, Sam curled her in his arms. "You're tired, Chloe. And... that healing must have taken a lot out of you." He opened his mind and let his warmth and life force comfort her, strengthen her, maybe... help her sleep.
Chloe's eyes drifted shut almost instantly as she felt the connection between them flare, this time in a calming, soothing manner. "Love you," she murmured before drifting off to sleep.
Her words ran through his mind like a screaming bullet. He smiled, despite his gut reaction that no one like her could possibly love him. Not even with the physical and mental connection they shared. Chloe Sullivan couldn't love him.
Sam felt her relax into sleep and kissed the top of her head. His head rested against hers and he whispered, "Love you, too." He couldn't help it. He meant it.
&&&&&
Chloe sat in the backseat of the Impala, feeling uneasy. She chewed on her thumbnail, staring out the window and blinking slowly when the car pulled to a stop in front of a small house with a very well-kept lawn.
Turning around, Sam smiled quietly. "We're here, Chloe," he whispered, sensing her unease and wondering if this had been a wise idea.
Dean sat in the driver's seat, letting the car idle and wondering the same thing. What were they doing here? he wondered, glancing at the other two. What could Missouri tell them? "Well, you two have fun," he said with a smirk.
Sam shot his gaze back to Dean. "Dude, you're coming in with us."
He snorted. "The hell I am. Remember last time we were here? She threatened to hit me with a spoon!"
"That was because she knew where you liked to put your feet," Sam replied with a smirk and shut off the engine. "You're coming in."
Chloe caught the glare Dean shot at Sam, but smiled faintly when he climbed out of the driver's seat anyway. She swallowed hard and slowly got out of the back of the car, shutting the door behind her. She bit her lower lip, waiting for Sam to get out of the passenger seat.
Sam had to admit, he was nervous. He hadn't spoken to Missouri since... He blocked that thought out of his mind as he slowly got out of the car, watching Chloe intently as he did so. Silently, he grabbed her hand, squeezed it tightly, and let her towards the door that Dean had already knocked on.
Dean caught Sam and Chloe out of the corner of his eyes and sighed. This wasn't going to be fun, he thought. "I've had root canals that were more entertaining," he grumbled as Missouri opened the door, a knowing smile on her face.
"Boy, you better watch it or you'll need a root canal before you leave," Missouri said, giving Dean a look as they headed up to the porch.
Chloe's eyes widened a little and she looked at Dean with raised eyebrows.
Crossing his arms, Dean smirked at the middle-aged black woman. "Oh yeah? Just how you plan on doing that, since I haven't done anything this time?"
Sam sighed and glanced at Chloe, who was watching the two with interest and a little fear.
"Yet," she said with a smirk. She turned her attention to Sam. "Sammy. Good to see you." She hugged him.
Coloring a little, Sam hugged Missouri back. "It's Sam, you know," he said with amusement in his voice.
Dean groaned inwardly. He hated the pleasantries, though he supposed it was necessary.
She smiled. "And you must be Chloe. Let me look at you." She took Chloe's hands in her own, smiling at her warmly. "Oh my." Her eyes widened a little and she looked at Sam before ushering them all inside.
"What?" Sam asked, following the others inside and immediately taking a place beside Chloe. He smiled at Missouri though he burned to ask just what her strange look directed at him was for.
"Make yourselves comfortable. I'm just gonna make some tea." She nodded toward the living room before disappearing into the kitchen.
Chloe drew in a breath, looking up at Sam with uncertainty in her eyes. She liked Missouri instantly, but there was something vaguely unsettling about the whole situation.
Dean watched Missouri leave the room before plopping down into the easy chair, tempted to put his feet on her coffee table to see if she'd really whack him with a spoon. But he looked at Sam and Chloe instead and sighed. "Awkward," he muttered, rubbing his eyes with two fingers.
Taking her hand, Sam looked at Chloe and smiled gently. "She's psychic, Chlo. You'll get used to it." He hoped she did, anyway. They needed a place to start looking.
Nodding a little, she took his hand and sat down on the sofa, glancing over at Dean. "You don't seem too enthused to be here. Did she really threaten to hit you with a spoon?"
Sam stifled a snort of laughter as he saw Dean throw Chloe a look.
"Maybe," he replied with a frown, smoothing his jacket down to avoid the strangeness of the situation.
"Be nice to her. She healed your dumb butt or you'd still be in a lot of pain," Missouri said, shooting Dean a glare as she stepped back into the living room with a tray of tea glasses.
Dean looked up at Missouri in surprise but said nothing but a grumbled, "Yes ma'am."
Smiling at his brother's lack of response, Sam asked, "Need help with that, Missouri?" He admired the woman. She was the only person who could always put Dean in his place.
"Thank you, Sam." Missouri beamed at him as he took the tray from her and she settled into her chair, looking around at the three of them.
Chloe remained quiet, though she smiled faintly out of politeness.
Handing tea to everyone, Sam looked at Chloe, who seemed shyly waiting for the couch to swallow her whole. He needed to make her comfortable, so he said, "So, Missouri, Chloe is my... girlfriend." The words sounded strange, especially since she was much more than that to him. It was more complicated than that, he said.
Dean gave his brother a look, wondering when exactly Sam had lost the ability to speak English.
"Oh, she's much more than that," Missouri said thoughtfully, sipping her hot tea and smiling faintly at Chloe.
"Well, duh," Dean muttered under his breath, just loud enough for Sam to hear.
Sam glared at Dean but spoke to Missouri. "Yeah, she is. She and I were wondering... what exactly is going on with us?" He glanced at Chloe as he sat down again and took her hand in his, feeling her relax at his touch.
"You already know, Sam. You figured it out in your research. She's your other half."
Chloe swallowed hard, her grip tightening slightly on his hand. "What exactly does that mean?"
Sam frowned, his heart thudding frantically in his chest. "What, literally my other half?" he asked. "It's not just some passing... thing?"
"Oh, no. She's your soulmate." Missouri smiled gently. "It's the real thing."
Sam looked over at Chloe and smiled warmly. Somehow, he felt a sense of completeness when Missouri said that. He lost himself briefly in her shy green eyes and ignored th heated, envious look Dean threw their way.
"What does this all mean?" Chloe asked again, turning her gaze to Missouri questioningly.
Her eyes were unreadable. "Your powers kicked in early because of the baby."
Missouri's comment startled Sam out of his thoughts. "So it's not just the baby?" he asked, glancing at the older woman. "Chloe had them to begin with?"
"Which begs the question, does the child have abilities, too?" Dean interjected, leaning forward in his seat.
"Oh yes, she does." She smiled a bit. "The telekinesis is actually your daughter's power, Chloe."
She sucked in a startled breath.
Sam blinked in shock. "Daughter?" he asked, a ghost of a smile on his face. "So she kinda... got that from me."
"Well, it won't be her only power, of course. But yes, the telekinesis came from you, Sam." Missouri smiled warmly. "The rest of it..." She looked at Chloe. "That's all you, honey."
She slowly sat back against the sofa. "I don't understand."
"It's simple, Chloe," Dean explained. "Your unborn child is channeling her power through you. Anything else you can do is your-- hang on a damn second." Dean looked concerned suddenly.
Sam whipped his head around and looked at Dean. "Dude, what's the problem? She's developed mind reading suddenly, and the healing... oh crap." He gazed at his brother and wondered if he was thinking the same thing. He was twenty-two when his abilities came to light... was this the same situation with her?
"What? What's going on?" she asked in alarm, looking from Dean to Sam and back again.
Sam turned to look at Chloe, his dark eyes wide. "Chloe, this is going to sound stupid, but... how old are you?"
Looking at him in confusion, her eyebrows furrowed. "I just turned twenty. Why? What the hell is going on?"
"She doesn't fit the pattern, Sam," Dean replied, ignoring her question. "It can't be that.... Chloe, did your mother die in a nursery fire when you were six months old?" His casual question sounded cold and harsh.
Sam stood up. "Dean, shut up, okay?" He turned and looked at Chloe. "My abilities started when I was twenty-two, and they're somehow connected to the demon that killed my mother when I was a baby." He looked to Missouri for some help.
Her head was starting to spin. "No, my mother's not dead." She rose to her feet too.
Missouri gazed at them. "She's like you, Sam. But her powers kicked in early because you two met sooner than expected. You were drawn together."
Sam frowned, watching Chloe though he spoke to Missouri. "So... I kick started her mind reading and healing abilities early?" Did this mean she was part of the Yellow-Eyed Demon's plan, too? he wondered, suddenly afraid for both his girl and his daughter.
"Not exactly. You think it was a coincidence that you were drawn to Smallville when you were, Sam?" Missouri gazed at him.
Sam turned to look at Missouri. "I don't know," he replied honestly. "I was just passing through town and needed a place to crash for the night. Meeting Chloe was..." He glanced at Dean and let the rest of his words fall, not sure his brother would appreciate his sentiment of Fate.
"But out of everywhere in the country you could have gone, you ended up in Smallville," the older woman said knowingly, nodding a little.
Chloe slowly sat back down on the sofa, exhaling slowly. "This is a lot to take in."
"No kidding," he replied, sitting next to her and putting an arm around her. Their connection was real, and she had powers... like he did. He gently stroked her shoulder, hoping to give her a little comfort. "Does this mean she's... a chosen one?" he asked, looking at Missouri.
Dean looked down, his jaw tightening. Things weren't looking good, he thought miserably.
Missouri nodded slightly, her expression unreadable. "I wish I knew for what so I could ease your minds. But I'll be damned if I know what that demon's ultimate plan is."
"So she's one of the other children," Sam repeated to himself, kissing the top of Chloe's head as he spoke.
Dean slapped his palms against his thighs. "Fantastic," he said, standing up. "At least now, there's twice the number of times the Demon'll come after us." He ignored the hateful look Sam shot at him, as well as Missouri's irritated one.
"Maybe we should split up," Chloe whispered, feeling sick.
"No," Sam replied sternly, pulling her to him and giving Dean a hateful look. "There's no way we're separating."
"Whatever," Dean said, striding out the door without a backwards look.
Sam turned a helpless look to Missouri, asking her what to do with Dean.
Chloe swallowed hard, burying her face in her hands.
"I'll go." Missouri rose to her feet and followed Dean.
"Thanks," Sam replied, looking down at Chloe and stroking her hair gently. He had no idea what to tell her or even where to go from here, but one thing was certain: they were meant to be together for a reason, and nothing would keep them apart.
Dean was resting against the Impala, his arms holding him up as he looked into the car's interior, lost in thought. He wasn't aware of Missouri's presence until she was standing next to him. "What do you want?" he asked miserably.
Missouri gazed at him intently and then reached out and laid a hand on his shoulder. "You very much factor in. Sam still needs you. And for that matter, so does Chloe."
Though he didn't move away from her touch, Dean nevertheless snorted in despair. "Oh really? Did you see into the future for that line?"
"Stop throwing yourself a pity party, Dean. It's very unbecoming." She gazed at him intently. "Furthermore, your niece is gonna need you, too. And you can't tell me you're not excited about being an uncle." Missouri smirked.
He smiled faintly at the thought of being an uncle, though he said nothing about it. "You're the mind reader. You tell me if I'm happy or not. Besides, how the hell do you expect me to protect all three of them when I can barely keep Sammy safe?"
She rolled her eyes. "When haven't you kept Sam safe, boy?"
"You mean, aside from the last shape shifter situation where we nearly got arrested?"
"Sam didn't get hurt."
He turned around and faced her, eyes filled with pain though his face remained carefully neutral. "Not that time, no. But he might... and probably will." He thought of the promise he made his father... and his brother... and winced.
"Sam's not going to turn evil, Dean." There was confidence in her tone.
"You don't know that," he whispered, his eyes faltering and he looked down.
A smile tugged at her lips. "I know it, and so do you. And that woman was a monster, Dean. She would've killed Chloe and the baby without hesitation if you hadn't stopped her."
He glared at her. "Why else would I have shot her? You think I'm gonna let anything happen to them? Sam would freakin' kill me."
"There's no need to feel guilty about it." She gazed at him intently, ignoring the glare.
"That's not something I feel, Missouri," he protested quietly, even though he knew better.
"Uh huh. Just like you don't feel responsible for keeping Sam safe."
He sighed in frustration. "Okay, so what if I do?" he asked, still glaring at the woman next to him. "I'm the oldest. I'm supposed to be responsible for him, dammit. I promised Dad."
Missouri smiled a bit. "And you've done a good job. Your dad would be very proud of you, Dean."
He sniffed in response. "Yeah, maybe, I don't know anymore." Dean looked at Missouri, honesty in his eyes. "We're screwed with the Feds, and between that and the Yellow-Eyed Demon's plans for Sam... I don't know where I fit in anymore. And now that Chloe's a part of his life..." He lifted a hand in the air, motioning towards the house. "They should be going off into the sunset, not worrying about getting killed or being possessed by the Devil himself."
"Dean, I don't know what's going to happen with the demon. But I know Sam. And his heart is too pure to become evil. And so is Chloe's."
He glanced at his feet. He knew Sam's heart was pure, but there was still his father's voice inside his head, telling him to kill Sam if he couldn't save him. It would take time to convince him all would be well. "I know Sam, and I'll take your word on Chloe. She doesn't seem the psycho-killer type." His lips fought to keep a faint smile at bay.
"No, though she's been attacked by enough of them it's surprising she lived long enough to even meet Sam."
"What?" he growled, his eyes narrowing in anger. Something inside him suddenly didn't like the idea that she had spent her entire life in danger, being without his brother as she tried to survive alone.
"Smallville's a dangerous place."
"So I've seen." He ran a hand through his hair and looked uncertainly at Missouri. "So how are we going to know what to expect from the demon, Missouri? It's not like we can sit in one spot while it decides whether to make an appearance or not."
"I don't know what to tell you, Dean," she admitted. "I don't know enough about this demon to know what its next move will be."
"Got any idea where we can get more information? We're about dried up on sources."
Missouri tilted her head to one side. "Not yet, we're not." Her voice grew quiet. She slowly turned and headed back toward the house.
Curious and not a little surprised, Dean followed her back into the house. "What do you mean?" he demanded quietly, following Missouri's gaze to the couple sitting on the couch together. Sam's arms were wrapped around Chloe, whose face was buried into his shirt. He felt a pang of guilt for being so angry about everything, especially when these two obviously needed a sane head.
"There's something we could try. I don't know for sure if it'll work, but it may be our best option."
"I'm open to anything," Sam replied immediately, growing more concerned by the minute over the woman in his arms. He had never seen anyone so afraid before, and really, who could blame her? When his nightmares started, he was pretty freaked out himself.
"What's the plan?" Chloe asked quietly, lifting her head.
Missouri smiled faintly. "Tonight...we're gonna have a séance."
Dean cocked an eyebrow. "You thinkin' of calling what I think you want to call?" he asked, his voice hard.
Sam stared at the black woman, wide-eyed. "You're kidding me, right?"
"No, Dean." She turned her gaze to him, her eyes softening. "Tonight we're gonna call your daddy."
All the color drained from his face. "No, Missouri," Dean replied harshly. "Not Dad."
"Actually, that's a good idea," Sam replied, looking at his brother. "After all, he was the one who told you that if you couldn't save me, you'd have to kill me. Clearly Dad knew something about this."
Chloe's face was pale and she suddenly felt sick. "What?" she whispered.
It took a minute for Sam to realize what he had said, and by the time he had, Chloe had wrenched herself from his embrace and raced to the bathroom. "Crap," he whispered, standing up and rubbing a hand over his face. He felt Missouri's gaze on him but couldn't look at her.
"Nice job, Matlock," Dean replied with an irritated smirk.
Missouri shot Dean a look, then gazed back at Sam. "You should give her a minute."
He laughed bitterly, looking down the hall at where she'd run. "A minute? Try a lifetime, Missouri. I was trying to figure out how to tell her..." He glanced at Dean briefly, wondering if things would actually come to that. He hoped not, for her sake. For their child's sake.
"You're not going to turn evil," she said firmly.
"Damn straight he isn't," Dean insisted, backing up Missouri's words.
Sam gave Dean a wry look before turning to Missouri. "See? He said I'm not, so I guess I'm safe."
Chloe emerged a few moments later, her face deathly pale. She didn't look at Sam or Dean, or even Missouri as she slowly headed for the front door.
"Chloe?" Sam asked quietly, feeling his heart sink as she didn't even grace him with a look. He watched her leave the house, shutting the door quietly behind her. His body screamed to chase her down, as he felt the connection between them stretch taut, like it would break at any second. His legs gave out from beneath him and he fell onto the couch.
Missouri glared at Dean. "Well, what are you waiting for, boy? Go talk to her." She moved over to the couch to sit beside Sam.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Can you be any more of a girl, Sam?"
"Shut the fuck up, Dean," Sam growled as he got to his feet again, practically running for the door, his long legs carrying him faster than he ever thought possible. When he found Chloe, it was outside in the front yard. She was walking around in circles, her arms wrapped around her waist, lost in thought.
"Million bucks for your thoughts," he called from the porch as he walked down the stairs. He felt compelled towards her, as if he had no other choice but to touch her, comfort her... be with her by any means necessary.
"When were you gonna tell me that Dean was supposed to kill you?" she asked, her voice distant.
Sam glanced down and shifted uncomfortably under her intense gaze. "With everything that's happened... it was going to be a conversation I was rehearsing," he said in a quiet voice. "Besides, it's not like that." He snuck a look at her and could have cried at the devastated look in her eyes.
"Not like what?" Tears pooled in her eyes.
"Chloe," he said, taking a step towards her, but when she moved away from him, Sam sighed. "Before our father died, he told Dean something about... me. He told Dean... if I couldn't be saved... that he'd have to... kill me." He rubbed a hand over his face, frustrated and worried.
"Saved from...from what? Becoming evil?" She remembered that conversation from the first time they'd met, though he'd left out the pertinent detail about Dean killing him.
Sam's smile was small and sheepish. "I don't know, Chloe... maybe." He moved quickly towards her and caught her in his arms, pinning her to him, snaking his arms around her.
"You're not going to turn evil," she whispered, shuddering against him.
He smiled softly, running his lips across her soft hair. "I can't, not now, not when I have you... and our daughter... besides, Dean won't let it happen."
"And if he even tries to kill you? I'm gonna kick his ass."
Somehow, Sam didn't think Dean would do that, not for a moment. Not with his dying breath would Dean let him become evil or hurt anyone else. Still, he smiled as she clung to him. "Dean's in for a helluva time if he does," he whispered.
She swallowed hard and pulled away enough to look at him. "I love you."
Those words seemed to infuse Sam with warmth which spread throughout his body. Putting his hands to her cheeks, he whispered, "I love you, too, Chloe Sullivan." He leaned into her and caught her lips with his gently.
She closed her eyes, returning the kiss as she savored the words.
Sam groaned, feeling their bodies connect on a spiritual level even as they strained closer to each other. The tension between them grew heavy with desire, and it was with great reluctance that he pulled away from her.
"Sam." She bit her lip, aching with need to be closer to him.
He stroked her cheeks gently, smiling. "I know, I feel it too," he whispered, brushing his lips with hers once more. It was too much of a torment not to.
Chloe groaned, shifting closer to him.
Sam felt his back brush against the Impala and pulled her up and flush against him, their mouths melting together as he deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance to her already opened mouth. He felt her hips move against his body and groaned in need. Of all the places to make out, he thought, pushing his hands under her shirt impatiently.
She whimpered at the feel of his hands against her bare skin, momentarily forgetting they were very much in public. As she tended to do when she was with Sam. She dropped her lips to his neck, kissing him softly and then nibbling on his collarbone.
He threw his head back against the Impala, giving her mouth ample access to his skin as he literally picked her up and held her to him. She felt so good against him, he thought as his eyes threatened to roll into the back of his head. His thumbs stroked her soft, supple skin as he held her.
So it took him a moment to become aware of the presence of Missouri on the front porch, watching them with amusement, loudly clearing her throat.
Startled, Chloe quickly pulled away from Sam, her eyes widening with horror that they'd been caught.
He put her down and stepped in front of her, eyeing Missouri with a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment. He felt Chloe dig her face into his back and smiled, feeling their breathing evening out together even as their bodies yearned for each other.
"Maybe the two of you should go back to the motel," she suggested with a faint smirk.
"Funny, Missouri," he replied, even though deep down he thought was a great idea. He squeezed Chloe's arm slightly, promising to pick up where they'd left off later. "We're good out here, aren't we?" He glanced back at Chloe.
Groaning inwardly, she leaned against him. "Yeah, we're fine."
Missouri chuckled from the porch.
Clearing his throat, Sam tried to refrain from a nervous laugh. "Are there things we need for the séance tonight, Missouri?" he asked.
"I've got everything we need," she assured him. "Just be here after dark."
Sam smiled. "I'll go get Dean, then." He turned around and looked at Chloe, eyebrows waggling suggestively. He wanted nothing more than to get back to the hotel and make love to her all afternoon.
Chloe couldn't help but chuckle at his expression. "Hurry," she mouthed, slowly climbing into the Impala.
Ignoring Missouri's knowing grin, Sam strode past her and into the house. "Dude, come on, let's go." He looked at Dean, who looked bored and listless. He felt a pang of regret for his brother, especially since he knew what it felt like to be the odd man out.
"Where we going?"
"Back to the hotel." He gave his brother a look. "Unless you wanna stay here until tonight."
"Hell no," he bit out, jumping to his feet and following his brother to the door.
"Missouri, we'll see you tonight?" Sam said, looking at the woman with an anxious smile on his face.
She smirked at him knowingly. "See you tonight, Sam."
Offering her a mental thanks for everything she had done, he smiled and ran down the steps, following Dean back to the Impala and getting in. Winking at Chloe, he turned his mind off, wanting to enjoy her presence during the day. The nighttime would bring its own share of problems.