SPN/SV Fic: Sweet Surrender (5/6)
Sweet Surrender (5/6) -- Dean/Chloe SPN/SV crossover
Title: Sweet Surrender
Authors: clarksmuse and xtremeroswellia
Fandoms: Supernatural/Smallville
Characters: Dean, Chloe, Sam, Clark, Lex, Dean/Chloe pairing
Rating: R to NC-17
Spoilers: General spoilers for the latter half of both SV and SPN
Disclaimer: Still don’t own any of these characters. Please don’t sue.
Feedback: is love and totally needed. It’s our crack that keeps us writing.
Dean took them to the first place he could think of: the Talon. He knew Chloe carried a key to the apartment above the coffeehouse, and he knew their hotel rooms were probably being watched. Aside from scooting out of Smallville and not completing their job, this small apartment was the only place left to go.
Dean parked the Impala in the alleyway and got out, scooting his body across the hood quickly to open the door so Sam could carry her inside. He followed his brother into the Talon and upstairs to the apartment door. "Chloe, you got the key?" he asked, his eyes bright with concern. He carried the bottle taken from Lex securely in his jacket.
She winced a little, reaching into her jeans pocket and pulling it out, handing it to him. "Here," she murmured.
Their hands brushed gently, sending prickles of awareness along Dean's skin. "Thanks," he said softly, turning the key into the lock and opening the door for them.
Chloe shivered involuntarily as their fingers brushed lightly together and she stared at him with wide green eyes, the breath hitching in her throat.
He watched her intently, following Sam into the small apartment, kicking the door shut with his foot as he watched Sam carefully place Chloe on the couch. That she had saved him at the cost of her life gave him no amount of concern. He had no idea what to do next, so he remained by the door, gazing at her, fighting the urge to dive into her lovely eyes.
Sam stood awkwardly beside the couch, gazing from Chloe to his brother and then back again. "I think I'm gonna head downstairs and get some coffee." He raised an eyebrow and looked at Dean meaningfully before heading out the door once again.
"Hey, gimme a coffee, okay?" Dean called, watching his brother leave the room, a frown on his face. It took a moment before he looked back at Chloe, who seemed to be staring at the space above his head. "Hey, did I grow horns or something?" he asked wryly, patting his head.
She rolled her eyes, dropping her gaze to the floor. "Of course not."
He cleared his throat, hands falling to his side once again. He shuffled across the room, sitting in the chair next to her. "Okay, awkward," he mumbled, unsure of what to say.
Chloe sat silently for a long moment before lifting her gaze to look at him once more. "So you're all right?"
He dramatically patted his sides. "Yep, I'm all patched up," he replied, "thanks to you." He looked at her and smiled softly.
She met his gaze. "I'm glad," she whispered.
Dean stared intently at her for a moment, feeling the attraction sizzle between them. He looked away, however, clearing his throat loudly. "So you can... heal people. I can think of worse powers to have."
"Yeah." She wrapped her arms around herself.
"I managed to get the juice that makes you lively again from Luthor." He produced the bright green vial from his jacket and handed it to her.
She winced a little, her gaze flickering briefly to the vial. "Thanks," she whispered.
He grimaced at the flash of pain in her eyes and wished, again, he had been able to save her. Like she had saved him. He stuffed his roughened hands in his pockets. "I'm sorry," he said after a tense moment, fighting the urge to hold her. Wondering why she affected him so strongly.
"Don't be." She let out a breath and reluctantly met his eyes. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions."
You have no idea, he thought, his eyes trailing up her body slowly. He wished he had the time to find out everything about her... but even as he heard Sam's footsteps on the stairs, Dean knew time was of the essence. "They'll have to wait," he stated, meeting her hopeful eyes. "Sam and I still have to hunt down this evil meteor dude killing other people."
"Correction. You, Sam and I," she said, folding her arms across his chest.
He snorted and smirked at her remark. "Oh no, I'm not gonna let you get hurt again." He glanced at Sam entering the apartment wielding three cups of coffee.
Sam silently handed over coffee to his brother, then looked at Chloe. "What's he trying to do, now?" he asked her.
The annoyance was clear on her face. "Whether you like it or not, you need me to find this guy."
Sam nodded. "Hate to take sides, but Chloe's right, Dean. This guy's hunting people with meteor powers, so she can help." He briefly wondered why he was sticking up for her but shrugged it off. She had more or less proven to him of her ability to survive anything.
Dean crossed his arms, glaring at her. "Really. You don't think Sam and I can find this dude on our own? Without your help?"
"He's not interested in you," she said bluntly, holding his gaze. "Because you're not freaks."
"Depends on your definition of 'freak'," Sam replied under his breath, trying hard not to smile.
Dean gritted his teeth, irritation bubbling up quickly. "Since you're still injured from your last run-in with the King of the Freaks, I think it's better that you stay here while we..." He pointed at his brother "... kill the bad guy." Then they could leave, saying goodbye over the phone, if at all. He pushed back the stab of regret he suffered.
"You don't seem to get what I'm saying." Her voice grew hard as she took a step toward Dean. "He's not going to be found unless he wants to be. And it's become abundantly clear that his only real want is to kill all the other freaks out there. Which means if any of us has a shot at finding him, it's me."
"Why are you so damn stubborn?" he snapped, running a hand through his hair.
"Runs in my family," she retorted.
"Ours, too," Sam replied with a smirk. He walked over to Dean and grabbed his brother's jacket. "Excuse us for a moment." He pulled Dean across the room and looked down at him. "Dude, you've got to let her do this."
Dean's dark mood crossed his face. "Why, Sammy? I don't want her blood on my hands."
He gazed at his brother intently for a moment. "We're not gonna let her die, Dean."
"Right... because she's not coming with us."
The intensity of Dean's voice made a realization dawn on him. "You're in love with her."
He blinked, incredulous, saying nothing, though he gave Sam a look that would have frozen over Hell itself.
"I'm right," he muttered, stunned.
Dean snorted. "Yeah, right." He turned away from Sam.
Sam shook his head a little, reeling. He glanced over to where Chloe had been standing only moments before. "Oh crap."
"Dammit, Chloe," Dean muttered, looking at the now empty apartment. He had to get involved with someone more stubborn than him. "Come on, Sam," he whispered, making a dash for the door. He couldn't afford to waste any time catching up to her. She was much too determined to go where he was afraid to take her.
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Chloe drove toward the Edwards' farm on the south side of town, her knuckles turning white as she clutched the steering wheel. It was the location of the last meteor freak's death, and while she somehow doubted that the killer would return, she went anyway. Reaching over into the passenger seat, she picked her gun up out of her purse and set it beside her on the seat, focused as she drove.
His knuckles white from choking the life out of the steering wheel, Dean growled, "Where the hell is this house? And how do you know she went there?" He tossed an angry look at Sam, who looked amused but serious while reading through their notes about the meteor freak.
"It was where the last kill happened," he informed his brother.
And she's going there because? he thought angrily, pushing on the gas. "Right, because the meteor freak's just hiding in the shadows, waiting to rip her to pieces."
Sam glanced at him sideways. "She's definitely ambitious. Not unlike someone else I know."
"Shut up, dude." His feelings were the last thing he wanted to discuss, especially with his touchy-feely brother.
He smirked a bit and looked back at their notes.
Turning down a long driveway, Dean spotted Chloe's Yaris parked at the end, close to the house. He shook his head, not surprised in the least she was there. "She's here," he pointed out, nodding towards the car.
"Good." Sam drew in a breath, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked off into the distance. "Dean?"
"What, Sammy?" Dean's cold, all-business tone resounded in the Impala. He pulled the car next to hers and parked it.
"She's not the only one here." He nodded toward the empty car a few yards away.
"Maybe, maybe not. It could've been here for awhile," he replied, ignoring the stab of fear that shot through his insides. He slid out of the driver's seat and jogged to the ugly brown car parked underneath a massive grove of trees. Almost like it was being hidden. He touched the hood and frowned. It was warm.
Sam sucked in a breath as he heard a scream in the distance.
"Chloe." Dean raced to the front of the house, kicking down the door and rushing inside before Sam could catch up to him. He found the front of the house empty; grabbing his gun, he cocked it, rounding the corner to the kitchen, his body tense with readiness.
Sam moved to the back of the house, his heart thundering against his chest. He just hoped they weren't too late.
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Chloe stared at the man, her breathing shallow. "Why are you doing this?" She shook her head a little, trying to calm her nerves.
Tying her to a chair, her wrists and ankles snug, Jake grimaced at the blonde's biting tone. "It's for your own good," he protested. "I'm trying to help."
"By killing me?" she asked dubiously.
He frowned. "For your own good," he repeated, turning to gaze at her. "If you're taken, you're as good as dead."
It took her only a second to realize what he was talking about. "Lex."
Jake nodded solemnly, opening his mouth to speak when he heard a noise behind him. He whirled around to see two men in the doorway, both pointing guns at him.
Seeing Chloe tied to a chair, reminding him of seeing her sprawled out on Lex Luthor's examination table, nearly sent Dean over the edge. "Let her go, you son of a bitch," he muttered, cocking the gun, his eyes glittering death.
"I can't," Jake replied quietly. "She's better off dead than being a lab rat."
The breath caught in Chloe's throat at his words. "Jake, listen to me. I know Lex better than just about anyone in this town. If anyone can take that son of a bitch down for what he's done, it's me."
Dean grimaced. Oh shit, not again, he thought, glancing back at his brother.
Jake shook his head furiously. "You don't understand. I was in Lex's facility. You don't know what he's capable of... the things he does to us... what he did to me."
"And what makes you the one to do this?" Dean snapped, interrupting the meteor freak. He eyed the tall, skinny guy, though his words were aimed at Chloe.
"You're wrong," Chloe said quietly. "I've been in 33.1 just like you have. And I'm more than aware of the kinds of horrible things Lex and his father are capable of." She ignored the shocked look on both of the Winchester's faces.
Sam stared at her with horror, realizing she wasn't referring to having been in 33.1 today. He looked sideways at Dean, feeling sick, but keeping his gun trained on Jake.
Dean's mind went numb; the gun shook slightly in his hand. These two had been in a place where the real monsters were "people" who used them to test, experiment, and look at all the things that make them different. Dean blinked, unsure of who he wanted to shoot more: Jake or Lex.
"You... have?" Jake asked quietly, ignoring the men with guns. He didn't consider them a threat, anyway.
"Yes." Her voice was still quiet and she met his eyes. "And so was my mother. Remember? You met her."
A gleam of recognition entered his eyes. "The pretty woman? With the sweet voice." He nodded slowly, a placid smile on his lips.
Lowering his gun, Dean felt at once amused and infuriated. "You two need a moment to bond?" he asked, sarcasm dripping from his lips. In this moment of helplessness, it seemed as though Chloe had everything under control. She didn't need him after all.
"Yeah, that's her," she whispered, smiling despite the tears she felt threatening to fall. She glanced at Dean for the briefest of moments.
He didn't know what to do. It was as if Chloe and Jake were in their own world, with Sam and him on the outskirts looking in. Much as he often did when he wanted something so badly he could taste it. "She doesn't need us here," he whispered to his brother, catching Chloe's eye for a moment.
Sam wasn't as convinced, his hand tightening around the gun a little as he watched Jake take a step closer to Chloe.
"So you can take me to your mother?" Jake asked softly, reaching out to grab a handful of pale, blonde hair.
She froze for a moment, fear flashing across her eyes. "Why do you wanna see my mother?"
He sighed. "So she can tell me what to do."
Dean sensed her fear and his gun shot back up. He moved into the room. "Hey, Hercules, don't touch her."
"Or what? You'll hurt me?" Jake sounded amused by the demand.
Aiming at Jake's arm, he muttered, "It'd be nice to see if you're made of steel or not."
"Jake. Just untie me and we'll figure this all out." She swallowed hard.
"No," he protested with a frown. "Can't do that."
"Gonna do that, dude," Dean replied with a low growl, "or you'll be spitting bullets in a second."
"Why not? You know I can't hurt you." She gazed at him intently, her heart thundering in her chest.
Jake looked at her, sensing her silent plea for help. He took a couple steps towards her, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, but I have to do this," he whispered, wrapping his hands around her neck slowly.
"Sam!" Dean shouted, panic flooding his body. He did the first thing that came to mind: he pulled the trigger, squeezing off several rounds into Jake's back and shoulder, watching the bullets pierce through flesh and bone.
Sam fire a single shot to the head, grimacing as blood splattered all over the walls.
Dean watched Jake fall dead onto the floor, crumpling into a ball of bloody goo. "Huh, guess we answered that question," he muttered, putting his gun down and stepping over Jake to untie Chloe. He wore a 'told you so' expression, though he said nothing.
Her face pale with shock, she didn't register his expression as he untied her. A couple of tears spilled down her cheeks.
"Sam, go start the car. We're getting the hell out of Dodge," Dean told his brother flatly, putting his arms underneath her legs and pulling her up with him, holding her close in his arms. He couldn't look at her, for fear that her anguished look might break him.
Maybe Sam was right, he thought, feeling an unfamiliar tightening around his heart. Maybe he did love her.
Title: Sweet Surrender
Authors: clarksmuse and xtremeroswellia
Fandoms: Supernatural/Smallville
Characters: Dean, Chloe, Sam, Clark, Lex, Dean/Chloe pairing
Rating: R to NC-17
Spoilers: General spoilers for the latter half of both SV and SPN
Disclaimer: Still don’t own any of these characters. Please don’t sue.
Feedback: is love and totally needed. It’s our crack that keeps us writing.
Dean took them to the first place he could think of: the Talon. He knew Chloe carried a key to the apartment above the coffeehouse, and he knew their hotel rooms were probably being watched. Aside from scooting out of Smallville and not completing their job, this small apartment was the only place left to go.
Dean parked the Impala in the alleyway and got out, scooting his body across the hood quickly to open the door so Sam could carry her inside. He followed his brother into the Talon and upstairs to the apartment door. "Chloe, you got the key?" he asked, his eyes bright with concern. He carried the bottle taken from Lex securely in his jacket.
She winced a little, reaching into her jeans pocket and pulling it out, handing it to him. "Here," she murmured.
Their hands brushed gently, sending prickles of awareness along Dean's skin. "Thanks," he said softly, turning the key into the lock and opening the door for them.
Chloe shivered involuntarily as their fingers brushed lightly together and she stared at him with wide green eyes, the breath hitching in her throat.
He watched her intently, following Sam into the small apartment, kicking the door shut with his foot as he watched Sam carefully place Chloe on the couch. That she had saved him at the cost of her life gave him no amount of concern. He had no idea what to do next, so he remained by the door, gazing at her, fighting the urge to dive into her lovely eyes.
Sam stood awkwardly beside the couch, gazing from Chloe to his brother and then back again. "I think I'm gonna head downstairs and get some coffee." He raised an eyebrow and looked at Dean meaningfully before heading out the door once again.
"Hey, gimme a coffee, okay?" Dean called, watching his brother leave the room, a frown on his face. It took a moment before he looked back at Chloe, who seemed to be staring at the space above his head. "Hey, did I grow horns or something?" he asked wryly, patting his head.
She rolled her eyes, dropping her gaze to the floor. "Of course not."
He cleared his throat, hands falling to his side once again. He shuffled across the room, sitting in the chair next to her. "Okay, awkward," he mumbled, unsure of what to say.
Chloe sat silently for a long moment before lifting her gaze to look at him once more. "So you're all right?"
He dramatically patted his sides. "Yep, I'm all patched up," he replied, "thanks to you." He looked at her and smiled softly.
She met his gaze. "I'm glad," she whispered.
Dean stared intently at her for a moment, feeling the attraction sizzle between them. He looked away, however, clearing his throat loudly. "So you can... heal people. I can think of worse powers to have."
"Yeah." She wrapped her arms around herself.
"I managed to get the juice that makes you lively again from Luthor." He produced the bright green vial from his jacket and handed it to her.
She winced a little, her gaze flickering briefly to the vial. "Thanks," she whispered.
He grimaced at the flash of pain in her eyes and wished, again, he had been able to save her. Like she had saved him. He stuffed his roughened hands in his pockets. "I'm sorry," he said after a tense moment, fighting the urge to hold her. Wondering why she affected him so strongly.
"Don't be." She let out a breath and reluctantly met his eyes. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions."
You have no idea, he thought, his eyes trailing up her body slowly. He wished he had the time to find out everything about her... but even as he heard Sam's footsteps on the stairs, Dean knew time was of the essence. "They'll have to wait," he stated, meeting her hopeful eyes. "Sam and I still have to hunt down this evil meteor dude killing other people."
"Correction. You, Sam and I," she said, folding her arms across his chest.
He snorted and smirked at her remark. "Oh no, I'm not gonna let you get hurt again." He glanced at Sam entering the apartment wielding three cups of coffee.
Sam silently handed over coffee to his brother, then looked at Chloe. "What's he trying to do, now?" he asked her.
The annoyance was clear on her face. "Whether you like it or not, you need me to find this guy."
Sam nodded. "Hate to take sides, but Chloe's right, Dean. This guy's hunting people with meteor powers, so she can help." He briefly wondered why he was sticking up for her but shrugged it off. She had more or less proven to him of her ability to survive anything.
Dean crossed his arms, glaring at her. "Really. You don't think Sam and I can find this dude on our own? Without your help?"
"He's not interested in you," she said bluntly, holding his gaze. "Because you're not freaks."
"Depends on your definition of 'freak'," Sam replied under his breath, trying hard not to smile.
Dean gritted his teeth, irritation bubbling up quickly. "Since you're still injured from your last run-in with the King of the Freaks, I think it's better that you stay here while we..." He pointed at his brother "... kill the bad guy." Then they could leave, saying goodbye over the phone, if at all. He pushed back the stab of regret he suffered.
"You don't seem to get what I'm saying." Her voice grew hard as she took a step toward Dean. "He's not going to be found unless he wants to be. And it's become abundantly clear that his only real want is to kill all the other freaks out there. Which means if any of us has a shot at finding him, it's me."
"Why are you so damn stubborn?" he snapped, running a hand through his hair.
"Runs in my family," she retorted.
"Ours, too," Sam replied with a smirk. He walked over to Dean and grabbed his brother's jacket. "Excuse us for a moment." He pulled Dean across the room and looked down at him. "Dude, you've got to let her do this."
Dean's dark mood crossed his face. "Why, Sammy? I don't want her blood on my hands."
He gazed at his brother intently for a moment. "We're not gonna let her die, Dean."
"Right... because she's not coming with us."
The intensity of Dean's voice made a realization dawn on him. "You're in love with her."
He blinked, incredulous, saying nothing, though he gave Sam a look that would have frozen over Hell itself.
"I'm right," he muttered, stunned.
Dean snorted. "Yeah, right." He turned away from Sam.
Sam shook his head a little, reeling. He glanced over to where Chloe had been standing only moments before. "Oh crap."
"Dammit, Chloe," Dean muttered, looking at the now empty apartment. He had to get involved with someone more stubborn than him. "Come on, Sam," he whispered, making a dash for the door. He couldn't afford to waste any time catching up to her. She was much too determined to go where he was afraid to take her.
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Chloe drove toward the Edwards' farm on the south side of town, her knuckles turning white as she clutched the steering wheel. It was the location of the last meteor freak's death, and while she somehow doubted that the killer would return, she went anyway. Reaching over into the passenger seat, she picked her gun up out of her purse and set it beside her on the seat, focused as she drove.
His knuckles white from choking the life out of the steering wheel, Dean growled, "Where the hell is this house? And how do you know she went there?" He tossed an angry look at Sam, who looked amused but serious while reading through their notes about the meteor freak.
"It was where the last kill happened," he informed his brother.
And she's going there because? he thought angrily, pushing on the gas. "Right, because the meteor freak's just hiding in the shadows, waiting to rip her to pieces."
Sam glanced at him sideways. "She's definitely ambitious. Not unlike someone else I know."
"Shut up, dude." His feelings were the last thing he wanted to discuss, especially with his touchy-feely brother.
He smirked a bit and looked back at their notes.
Turning down a long driveway, Dean spotted Chloe's Yaris parked at the end, close to the house. He shook his head, not surprised in the least she was there. "She's here," he pointed out, nodding towards the car.
"Good." Sam drew in a breath, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked off into the distance. "Dean?"
"What, Sammy?" Dean's cold, all-business tone resounded in the Impala. He pulled the car next to hers and parked it.
"She's not the only one here." He nodded toward the empty car a few yards away.
"Maybe, maybe not. It could've been here for awhile," he replied, ignoring the stab of fear that shot through his insides. He slid out of the driver's seat and jogged to the ugly brown car parked underneath a massive grove of trees. Almost like it was being hidden. He touched the hood and frowned. It was warm.
Sam sucked in a breath as he heard a scream in the distance.
"Chloe." Dean raced to the front of the house, kicking down the door and rushing inside before Sam could catch up to him. He found the front of the house empty; grabbing his gun, he cocked it, rounding the corner to the kitchen, his body tense with readiness.
Sam moved to the back of the house, his heart thundering against his chest. He just hoped they weren't too late.
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Chloe stared at the man, her breathing shallow. "Why are you doing this?" She shook her head a little, trying to calm her nerves.
Tying her to a chair, her wrists and ankles snug, Jake grimaced at the blonde's biting tone. "It's for your own good," he protested. "I'm trying to help."
"By killing me?" she asked dubiously.
He frowned. "For your own good," he repeated, turning to gaze at her. "If you're taken, you're as good as dead."
It took her only a second to realize what he was talking about. "Lex."
Jake nodded solemnly, opening his mouth to speak when he heard a noise behind him. He whirled around to see two men in the doorway, both pointing guns at him.
Seeing Chloe tied to a chair, reminding him of seeing her sprawled out on Lex Luthor's examination table, nearly sent Dean over the edge. "Let her go, you son of a bitch," he muttered, cocking the gun, his eyes glittering death.
"I can't," Jake replied quietly. "She's better off dead than being a lab rat."
The breath caught in Chloe's throat at his words. "Jake, listen to me. I know Lex better than just about anyone in this town. If anyone can take that son of a bitch down for what he's done, it's me."
Dean grimaced. Oh shit, not again, he thought, glancing back at his brother.
Jake shook his head furiously. "You don't understand. I was in Lex's facility. You don't know what he's capable of... the things he does to us... what he did to me."
"And what makes you the one to do this?" Dean snapped, interrupting the meteor freak. He eyed the tall, skinny guy, though his words were aimed at Chloe.
"You're wrong," Chloe said quietly. "I've been in 33.1 just like you have. And I'm more than aware of the kinds of horrible things Lex and his father are capable of." She ignored the shocked look on both of the Winchester's faces.
Sam stared at her with horror, realizing she wasn't referring to having been in 33.1 today. He looked sideways at Dean, feeling sick, but keeping his gun trained on Jake.
Dean's mind went numb; the gun shook slightly in his hand. These two had been in a place where the real monsters were "people" who used them to test, experiment, and look at all the things that make them different. Dean blinked, unsure of who he wanted to shoot more: Jake or Lex.
"You... have?" Jake asked quietly, ignoring the men with guns. He didn't consider them a threat, anyway.
"Yes." Her voice was still quiet and she met his eyes. "And so was my mother. Remember? You met her."
A gleam of recognition entered his eyes. "The pretty woman? With the sweet voice." He nodded slowly, a placid smile on his lips.
Lowering his gun, Dean felt at once amused and infuriated. "You two need a moment to bond?" he asked, sarcasm dripping from his lips. In this moment of helplessness, it seemed as though Chloe had everything under control. She didn't need him after all.
"Yeah, that's her," she whispered, smiling despite the tears she felt threatening to fall. She glanced at Dean for the briefest of moments.
He didn't know what to do. It was as if Chloe and Jake were in their own world, with Sam and him on the outskirts looking in. Much as he often did when he wanted something so badly he could taste it. "She doesn't need us here," he whispered to his brother, catching Chloe's eye for a moment.
Sam wasn't as convinced, his hand tightening around the gun a little as he watched Jake take a step closer to Chloe.
"So you can take me to your mother?" Jake asked softly, reaching out to grab a handful of pale, blonde hair.
She froze for a moment, fear flashing across her eyes. "Why do you wanna see my mother?"
He sighed. "So she can tell me what to do."
Dean sensed her fear and his gun shot back up. He moved into the room. "Hey, Hercules, don't touch her."
"Or what? You'll hurt me?" Jake sounded amused by the demand.
Aiming at Jake's arm, he muttered, "It'd be nice to see if you're made of steel or not."
"Jake. Just untie me and we'll figure this all out." She swallowed hard.
"No," he protested with a frown. "Can't do that."
"Gonna do that, dude," Dean replied with a low growl, "or you'll be spitting bullets in a second."
"Why not? You know I can't hurt you." She gazed at him intently, her heart thundering in her chest.
Jake looked at her, sensing her silent plea for help. He took a couple steps towards her, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, but I have to do this," he whispered, wrapping his hands around her neck slowly.
"Sam!" Dean shouted, panic flooding his body. He did the first thing that came to mind: he pulled the trigger, squeezing off several rounds into Jake's back and shoulder, watching the bullets pierce through flesh and bone.
Sam fire a single shot to the head, grimacing as blood splattered all over the walls.
Dean watched Jake fall dead onto the floor, crumpling into a ball of bloody goo. "Huh, guess we answered that question," he muttered, putting his gun down and stepping over Jake to untie Chloe. He wore a 'told you so' expression, though he said nothing.
Her face pale with shock, she didn't register his expression as he untied her. A couple of tears spilled down her cheeks.
"Sam, go start the car. We're getting the hell out of Dodge," Dean told his brother flatly, putting his arms underneath her legs and pulling her up with him, holding her close in his arms. He couldn't look at her, for fear that her anguished look might break him.
Maybe Sam was right, he thought, feeling an unfamiliar tightening around his heart. Maybe he did love her.