SPN/SV Fic: Destati (10/10)
Destati (10/10) -- 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!
"I'm really not sure this is a good idea," Dean protested, his face dark and serious as he sat in a circle at Missouri's table, Sam sitting across from him with the two women beside him.
"Dude, you got a better idea?" Sam replied, glancing first at Missouri, then at Chloe. Deep down, he wasn't certain about this, either.
"No," Missouri responded, giving Dean a look. "All right, now everyone hold hands." She glared at Dean even as she reached for his hand. "And you don't say a word."
Chloe bit her lip to suppress a chuckle as she reached out and took Sam's hand without hesitation.
"You mind readers," Dean grumbled, taking Missouri's and Chloe's hands unwillingly and closing his eyes. Dammit, he didn't want to do this, he kept thinking. Facing Dad as a ghost wasn't his idea of hijinks. Hitting on a hot brunette was more his style.
"Can you think with your upstairs brain for more than thirty seconds at a time, Boy?" Missouri shook her head. "Now focus."
Chloe drew in a breath, trying to clear her mind. The anxiety rumbling through her was strong and she didn't know how to push it away.
Sam gently squeezed her hand, shooting Dean one last glare before closing his eyes and emptying his mind of everything save the image of his father as he remembered him. Strong, scruffy, hard as nails. He slowed his breathing, aware Chloe was following his lead.
Dean set his jaw and concentrated on Missouri's words as she called the spirit of John Winchester. All the while wondering what good this would do.
"Never imagined I'd be back here."
Chloe flinched involuntarily at the sound of an unfamiliar male voice.
Sam's eyes shot open and he looked up. "Dad?" he whispered, seeing the figure of his father floating in front of them.
Dean kept his eyes closed, unable to open them.
"Hey, Sammy." His voice was quiet, his eyes warm.
"Dean, open your eyes, moron," Sam whispered, never taking his eyes off his father.
Grumbling under his breath, the eldest Winchester's eyes opened reluctantly, glaring at the ghost of their dead father.
Sam wanted to reach out and hug his dad but knew he couldn't. He kept a firm grip on Chloe's hand. "Dad, this is my... this is Chloe," he whispered.
He smiled faintly, looking at her. "I know."
Chloe swallowed hard, slowly opening her eyes to look at him. She'd seen pictures of John Winchester--Sam had shown them to her. "Nice to...meet you."
Nodding, he said, "Likewise." And then he turned his gaze to Dean. "Hey, Dean."
"Dad." His voice was gruff with emotion he was unwilling to show. "Funny seeing you as a ghost."
"Funny being one," he said with a smirk.
Without thinking about it, Chloe gently squeezed Dean's hand.
Her touch surprised him, making him frown. "Yeah, that whole 'dying for your son' wasn't really part of the master plan, huh?"
Sam winced at his brother's hard, flat question. "Dude, not now, okay?" They didn't have time for this.
"I did what I had to do, Dean." John's voice was quiet. "And I'd do it again."
Swallowing hard, Chloe felt tears stinging her eyes. She bit her lower lip, looking over at Dean.
His eyes filled with hurt and anger, Dean nonetheless remained quiet, face stony.
Sighing quietly, Sam whispered, "Dad, we need your help. It's about Chloe, actually."
"About the baby?" he asked, turning his attention to Sam and gazing at him intently.
He nodded, not surprised his father knew about the baby. "Yeah... among other things." He looked over at Dean, eyes asking for help.
Rolling his eyes, Dean stated flatly, "Dad, Chloe and Sam are soul mates, Chloe has abilities and the baby's channeling her so it can use its powers... whatever will they do?"
"Her, Dean. The baby's a her," Sam spat in anger.
Hurt rolled through her but she shoved it away, not looking at Dean.
"She's the key to everything," John said, his voice gravely serious.
His thumb gently stroking her hand in comfort, Sam said, "How, Dad?" he whispered, shooting Dean an angry look. His brother was well on his way to getting his ass beaten thoroughly.
He gazed at his youngest son. "Because she's the one who's gonna stop the demon."
Silence fell over the room.
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!
"I'm really not sure this is a good idea," Dean protested, his face dark and serious as he sat in a circle at Missouri's table, Sam sitting across from him with the two women beside him.
"Dude, you got a better idea?" Sam replied, glancing first at Missouri, then at Chloe. Deep down, he wasn't certain about this, either.
"No," Missouri responded, giving Dean a look. "All right, now everyone hold hands." She glared at Dean even as she reached for his hand. "And you don't say a word."
Chloe bit her lip to suppress a chuckle as she reached out and took Sam's hand without hesitation.
"You mind readers," Dean grumbled, taking Missouri's and Chloe's hands unwillingly and closing his eyes. Dammit, he didn't want to do this, he kept thinking. Facing Dad as a ghost wasn't his idea of hijinks. Hitting on a hot brunette was more his style.
"Can you think with your upstairs brain for more than thirty seconds at a time, Boy?" Missouri shook her head. "Now focus."
Chloe drew in a breath, trying to clear her mind. The anxiety rumbling through her was strong and she didn't know how to push it away.
Sam gently squeezed her hand, shooting Dean one last glare before closing his eyes and emptying his mind of everything save the image of his father as he remembered him. Strong, scruffy, hard as nails. He slowed his breathing, aware Chloe was following his lead.
Dean set his jaw and concentrated on Missouri's words as she called the spirit of John Winchester. All the while wondering what good this would do.
"Never imagined I'd be back here."
Chloe flinched involuntarily at the sound of an unfamiliar male voice.
Sam's eyes shot open and he looked up. "Dad?" he whispered, seeing the figure of his father floating in front of them.
Dean kept his eyes closed, unable to open them.
"Hey, Sammy." His voice was quiet, his eyes warm.
"Dean, open your eyes, moron," Sam whispered, never taking his eyes off his father.
Grumbling under his breath, the eldest Winchester's eyes opened reluctantly, glaring at the ghost of their dead father.
Sam wanted to reach out and hug his dad but knew he couldn't. He kept a firm grip on Chloe's hand. "Dad, this is my... this is Chloe," he whispered.
He smiled faintly, looking at her. "I know."
Chloe swallowed hard, slowly opening her eyes to look at him. She'd seen pictures of John Winchester--Sam had shown them to her. "Nice to...meet you."
Nodding, he said, "Likewise." And then he turned his gaze to Dean. "Hey, Dean."
"Dad." His voice was gruff with emotion he was unwilling to show. "Funny seeing you as a ghost."
"Funny being one," he said with a smirk.
Without thinking about it, Chloe gently squeezed Dean's hand.
Her touch surprised him, making him frown. "Yeah, that whole 'dying for your son' wasn't really part of the master plan, huh?"
Sam winced at his brother's hard, flat question. "Dude, not now, okay?" They didn't have time for this.
"I did what I had to do, Dean." John's voice was quiet. "And I'd do it again."
Swallowing hard, Chloe felt tears stinging her eyes. She bit her lower lip, looking over at Dean.
His eyes filled with hurt and anger, Dean nonetheless remained quiet, face stony.
Sighing quietly, Sam whispered, "Dad, we need your help. It's about Chloe, actually."
"About the baby?" he asked, turning his attention to Sam and gazing at him intently.
He nodded, not surprised his father knew about the baby. "Yeah... among other things." He looked over at Dean, eyes asking for help.
Rolling his eyes, Dean stated flatly, "Dad, Chloe and Sam are soul mates, Chloe has abilities and the baby's channeling her so it can use its powers... whatever will they do?"
"Her, Dean. The baby's a her," Sam spat in anger.
Hurt rolled through her but she shoved it away, not looking at Dean.
"She's the key to everything," John said, his voice gravely serious.
His thumb gently stroking her hand in comfort, Sam said, "How, Dad?" he whispered, shooting Dean an angry look. His brother was well on his way to getting his ass beaten thoroughly.
He gazed at his youngest son. "Because she's the one who's gonna stop the demon."
Silence fell over the room.