Title: Shotguns and Heartstrings
Author:![]()
connery_is_bond
Recipient:![]()
dragonsinger
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chloe/Dean (Smallville/Supernatural)
Summary: They’re both a little crazier for knowing each other
Author's Notes: I own nothing… from either show.
______________________________________________________________________________
The first time he meets Chloe Sullivan, she’s staking towards him with a dangerously dark look on her face; eyes flashing red and hands balled into fists at her sides.
It’s been three years since his time in hell, and he affectionately refers to the present as his dark period.
He figures if Sam can have his dark time, then why can’t he?
Everyone knows this- knows that Dean Winchester is a little less human and a little more unhinged now- and they stay out of his way.
She gets right in his face.
It’s her dark time too; the difference was, no body knew that.
So, when he sees her, he writes her off as another little girl lost looking for a story to take back home- one about demons and monsters that she knew she’d never really find.
But when she standing in front of his without an inch of fear on her face, Dean wonders if he made the right decision by killing the monster attacking her or if he aimed wrong?
“Are you crazy!?” Her chest heaves and he has this image of her punching him stuck on repeat in his head, “you could have shot me; you could have killed me,”
Who the hell was this little flake of a girl anyway? Would a ‘thanks for saving my life’ be too much to ask?
“Don’t worry sweetheart, there’s always next time,” he flashes her a cocky grin and pushes the old Winchester higher onto his shoulder, before turning and heading back to his car.
“You bastard,” she yells after him and he nods his head in agreement; yup, probably.
______________________________________________________________________________
“Are you crazy?” he growls, fishing blindly for her hand as they run in the dark; Chloe was seriously slowing them down.
“Please don’t start with me Dean, not now,”
“Why the hell would you wear those?” he pulls her up along side him and cocks his head in the direction of her feet and the dark green stilettos gracing them.
“Well if I’d known I’d be running for my life I probably would have decided on something a little more comfortable, but as I recall all you need me for was a little help with research not a marathon,” there is a strangled cry from somewhere out in the darkness behind them and Dean pulls her to a stop in front of him,
“Take them off,” he all but orders; her hand is still locked tightly with his.
Chloe looks appalled.
“Excuse me?”
“Take them off, leave them” he repeats
“No,”
“Why not?” he pulls a handgun from the waistband of his jeans and looks at her as if she’s grown another head.
“These are Lois’- she’d kill me,” Dean shudders at the mention of her favorite cousin; he met her once. He weights her options and makes up his mind.
“At least with Lois you’ll have a fighting chance; that thing out there will eat you alive,”
“Have you met my cousin? So will she!” Chloe countered stubbornly.
Where the hell was Sam already?
Dean grabs her shoulders, the cold metal of his gun prominent against the heated flesh of her arm, and he bends to catch her eye; they really don’t have time for this.
“Lois will understand Chloe, believe me, but right now we’ve got to put as much distance between us and Lassie-on-steroids behind us as possible. You can’t do that in those shoes and there is no way I’ve leaving you here. I need to get you out of here,” The stubborn look from moments ago is gone and Chloe is almost sure that that is the most he’s ever said to her at one time before.
At least outside of anything case related.
“Fine, fine, I’ll carry them” she toes off her stilettos and loops her fingers through the heels,
“Good, but be warned--- if I run out of bullets I’m throwing those instead, Lois be damned.”
Chloe smiled, fingers tightening around the heels of their own accord; Oliver bought these shoes for Lois once upon a time and it would be nothing short of hell if something happened to them.
Chloe nodded anyway.
“Whatever smartass, what do you say to the idea of us running again?” Dean grins and pushes her forward with a nudge to the side,
“After you,” but he reaches for her hand in the dark again anyway.
When they get out of this he is totally adding a new rule to the Family Rule Book.
A dress code.
Runners.
______________________________________________________________________________
“Dean,” she yells, trying fruitlessly to be heard over the death and destruction going on around her to no avail.
Where was he?
A head goes rolling by her- a red headed girl with fair skin and light freckles- it’s covered in blood.
“You’ve got to watch your back Chlo,” She spins around to find him grinning down at her, his cheek bleeding and his lip bruised; her heartbeat starts to slow down some.
She wants to reach out and touch him, she wants to run her fingers over his lower lip before taking it into her mouth softly but she knows better.
Contact like that- between them- isn’t allowed.
Chloe knows that.
Plus even if it was allowed this is a wrong place, wrong time scenario.
Very wrong time.
“Where’s Sam?” Dean shoves a gun into her hand and pulls her against him quickly. Shots ring out close to her ear and she can’t help but wonder what it was with the two of them and fire arms?
“That’s twice already that I’ve saved your ass, reporter- it’s time to multitask” he lets her go and turns to stand back to back with her; she takes her cue from him and cocks her gun.
“So, where’s Sam?” she asks again and she feels him tense against her back.
“That bitch had better be out there killing his fair share of demons--- I’m done doing all the work,”
“Don’t be a jerk Dean,”
“I don’t know where he is Chloe, I’ve been looking for him,” he almost growls
“Me too, but there are too many damn demons and they all seem to be gunning for you,” She steadies her gun and squeezes the trigger.
The bullet flies true; one down.
Dean is almost proud, and slightly turned on- not that he’d ever tell her that.
“Makes senses, hell was much livelier when I was down there,”
“This is getting old, we have to take out their leader otherwise they’ll just keep coming,”
“Fine, cover me I’m going in” She grabs his arm, and he looks down at her questioningly, “What?”
“Are you crazy, you can’t go marching back into hell by yourself Dean- its suicide,”
“And here I thought you of all people would know to ask the right questions; me, crazy? Yeah completely,” He flashes her a devil-may-care smile, and goes out to find said devil and put an end to this war.
Her heartbeat picks up again.
______________________________________________________________________________
It’s fitting how the sky opens up after it’s all over.
It’s as if the rain is only there to wash away all the evidence that there had been an apocalypse at all.
Chloe hates that, hates that all that will be left as proof is the body count; Chloe finds she hates the rain.
“Dean!” she yells out, voice horse from calling out for him and her sprites sinking lower with each passing moment.
“Dean!” Sam’s voice, just as rough as her own, rings out ahead of her, but when they lock eyes across what use to be the battlefield their hope is as grey and dim as the sky above them.
It’s been way too long with no answer.
“Dean,” her throat is bleeding but she pushes on.
One thing they knew for sure was that whatever Dean set out to do, he got done; the devil was dead.
“De--- oh my god, Dean,” Her head snaps round, Sam’s voice is panicked and it propels her towards him,
The younger Winchester crumbles before her, hands reaching out to cradle a dangerously still head of dark hair.
Dean.
Chloe stumbles over a couple decapitated bodies before dropping down beside Sam.
“Sam move,” she holds her voice steady, no cracking or breaking but Sam all but carries her away from the broken body of his older brother before she can blink,
“No Chloe, no; we have to burn his body- we have to burn them all.” His jaw is set tight and he blinks tears away.
Chloe pushes past him.
“I can fix this, Sam” she looks up at him from his vacant spot beside his brother’s head and Sam is looking at her like she’s insane.
“Damn it Chloe, this can’t be fixed- we won the war and they got what they wanted; Dean’s dead,” his voice is choked.
“I can fix it, trust me,” she holds his wet eyes and Sam gives her a small nod; she’s breaking his heart even more, “oh, but the last time I did this I was dead for almost a day and a half, so be warned,”
She pushes dry bloody hair off Dean’s cold forehead and shivers as she tries to center herself,
“What? Dead- Chloe what---“
“Just don’t burry me okay; I’m not a big fan of waking up in the morgue and I’m guessing six feet under isn’t a picnic either,”
“Are you crazy Chloe?” Sam is so sincere that it almost makes her laugh but there is hope in his voice and she shakes her head,
“You tell me,” and she bends her head to drop a cool tear onto Dean’s cheek; his heart beats for a second under her palm and in return her own stops.
Sam catches her before she hits the ground.
______________________________________________________________________________
Dean is the first thing she sees when she finally comes to.
“Chloe?” he drops his gun and grabs her hand instead; he rubs slow circles on her palm, “Chlo?”
She blinks up at him and Dean can’t help but pull her into a bone crushing hug,
“Dean, I can’t breathe,” her voice is scratchy and pained in his ear and he lets her go gently,
“Sorry,” he helps her sit and brushes wild hair out of her face,
“How long was I out?” her voice is small and this Chloe is so much different then they one he knows.
“Almost four day; we were getting worried.”
She nods, she takes it in and then she looks him in the eyes and there is a light gleam of mischief in the curve of her lips,
“You can’t tell me that that isn’t a cool little trick though,” his eyes darken,
“Are you crazy, Chloe? Cool? You almost died--- you did die--- Sam should have never let you do that. If I had been there,” she cuts him off,
“You were there Dean, lying dead and cold in my arms, what did you want me to do?” eyes flash fire and he sees the girl he met years ago.
“You should have left it alone!” he yells, pushing out of his chair and running a hand through his hair.
“I couldn’t, I lov---” he bends to kiss her before she can finish; a soft un-Dean like kiss on the corner of her mouth but it was a kiss or letting her finish her sentence.
He’d have been crazy to let her finish her sentence.
“Don’t,” he hisses as he pulls away and she nods and it’s not that he isn’t happy to have her back, it’s just that they can’t go there, it’s not allowed.
And she’d be crazy not to know that already.
End
Author:
connery_is_bondRecipient:
dragonsingerRating: PG-13
Pairing: Chloe/Dean (Smallville/Supernatural)
Summary: They’re both a little crazier for knowing each other
Author's Notes: I own nothing… from either show.
______________________________________________________________________________
The first time he meets Chloe Sullivan, she’s staking towards him with a dangerously dark look on her face; eyes flashing red and hands balled into fists at her sides.
It’s been three years since his time in hell, and he affectionately refers to the present as his dark period.
He figures if Sam can have his dark time, then why can’t he?
Everyone knows this- knows that Dean Winchester is a little less human and a little more unhinged now- and they stay out of his way.
She gets right in his face.
It’s her dark time too; the difference was, no body knew that.
So, when he sees her, he writes her off as another little girl lost looking for a story to take back home- one about demons and monsters that she knew she’d never really find.
But when she standing in front of his without an inch of fear on her face, Dean wonders if he made the right decision by killing the monster attacking her or if he aimed wrong?
“Are you crazy!?” Her chest heaves and he has this image of her punching him stuck on repeat in his head, “you could have shot me; you could have killed me,”
Who the hell was this little flake of a girl anyway? Would a ‘thanks for saving my life’ be too much to ask?
“Don’t worry sweetheart, there’s always next time,” he flashes her a cocky grin and pushes the old Winchester higher onto his shoulder, before turning and heading back to his car.
“You bastard,” she yells after him and he nods his head in agreement; yup, probably.
______________________________________________________________________________
“Are you crazy?” he growls, fishing blindly for her hand as they run in the dark; Chloe was seriously slowing them down.
“Please don’t start with me Dean, not now,”
“Why the hell would you wear those?” he pulls her up along side him and cocks his head in the direction of her feet and the dark green stilettos gracing them.
“Well if I’d known I’d be running for my life I probably would have decided on something a little more comfortable, but as I recall all you need me for was a little help with research not a marathon,” there is a strangled cry from somewhere out in the darkness behind them and Dean pulls her to a stop in front of him,
“Take them off,” he all but orders; her hand is still locked tightly with his.
Chloe looks appalled.
“Excuse me?”
“Take them off, leave them” he repeats
“No,”
“Why not?” he pulls a handgun from the waistband of his jeans and looks at her as if she’s grown another head.
“These are Lois’- she’d kill me,” Dean shudders at the mention of her favorite cousin; he met her once. He weights her options and makes up his mind.
“At least with Lois you’ll have a fighting chance; that thing out there will eat you alive,”
“Have you met my cousin? So will she!” Chloe countered stubbornly.
Where the hell was Sam already?
Dean grabs her shoulders, the cold metal of his gun prominent against the heated flesh of her arm, and he bends to catch her eye; they really don’t have time for this.
“Lois will understand Chloe, believe me, but right now we’ve got to put as much distance between us and Lassie-on-steroids behind us as possible. You can’t do that in those shoes and there is no way I’ve leaving you here. I need to get you out of here,” The stubborn look from moments ago is gone and Chloe is almost sure that that is the most he’s ever said to her at one time before.
At least outside of anything case related.
“Fine, fine, I’ll carry them” she toes off her stilettos and loops her fingers through the heels,
“Good, but be warned--- if I run out of bullets I’m throwing those instead, Lois be damned.”
Chloe smiled, fingers tightening around the heels of their own accord; Oliver bought these shoes for Lois once upon a time and it would be nothing short of hell if something happened to them.
Chloe nodded anyway.
“Whatever smartass, what do you say to the idea of us running again?” Dean grins and pushes her forward with a nudge to the side,
“After you,” but he reaches for her hand in the dark again anyway.
When they get out of this he is totally adding a new rule to the Family Rule Book.
A dress code.
Runners.
______________________________________________________________________________
“Dean,” she yells, trying fruitlessly to be heard over the death and destruction going on around her to no avail.
Where was he?
A head goes rolling by her- a red headed girl with fair skin and light freckles- it’s covered in blood.
“You’ve got to watch your back Chlo,” She spins around to find him grinning down at her, his cheek bleeding and his lip bruised; her heartbeat starts to slow down some.
She wants to reach out and touch him, she wants to run her fingers over his lower lip before taking it into her mouth softly but she knows better.
Contact like that- between them- isn’t allowed.
Chloe knows that.
Plus even if it was allowed this is a wrong place, wrong time scenario.
Very wrong time.
“Where’s Sam?” Dean shoves a gun into her hand and pulls her against him quickly. Shots ring out close to her ear and she can’t help but wonder what it was with the two of them and fire arms?
“That’s twice already that I’ve saved your ass, reporter- it’s time to multitask” he lets her go and turns to stand back to back with her; she takes her cue from him and cocks her gun.
“So, where’s Sam?” she asks again and she feels him tense against her back.
“That bitch had better be out there killing his fair share of demons--- I’m done doing all the work,”
“Don’t be a jerk Dean,”
“I don’t know where he is Chloe, I’ve been looking for him,” he almost growls
“Me too, but there are too many damn demons and they all seem to be gunning for you,” She steadies her gun and squeezes the trigger.
The bullet flies true; one down.
Dean is almost proud, and slightly turned on- not that he’d ever tell her that.
“Makes senses, hell was much livelier when I was down there,”
“This is getting old, we have to take out their leader otherwise they’ll just keep coming,”
“Fine, cover me I’m going in” She grabs his arm, and he looks down at her questioningly, “What?”
“Are you crazy, you can’t go marching back into hell by yourself Dean- its suicide,”
“And here I thought you of all people would know to ask the right questions; me, crazy? Yeah completely,” He flashes her a devil-may-care smile, and goes out to find said devil and put an end to this war.
Her heartbeat picks up again.
______________________________________________________________________________
It’s fitting how the sky opens up after it’s all over.
It’s as if the rain is only there to wash away all the evidence that there had been an apocalypse at all.
Chloe hates that, hates that all that will be left as proof is the body count; Chloe finds she hates the rain.
“Dean!” she yells out, voice horse from calling out for him and her sprites sinking lower with each passing moment.
“Dean!” Sam’s voice, just as rough as her own, rings out ahead of her, but when they lock eyes across what use to be the battlefield their hope is as grey and dim as the sky above them.
It’s been way too long with no answer.
“Dean,” her throat is bleeding but she pushes on.
One thing they knew for sure was that whatever Dean set out to do, he got done; the devil was dead.
“De--- oh my god, Dean,” Her head snaps round, Sam’s voice is panicked and it propels her towards him,
The younger Winchester crumbles before her, hands reaching out to cradle a dangerously still head of dark hair.
Dean.
Chloe stumbles over a couple decapitated bodies before dropping down beside Sam.
“Sam move,” she holds her voice steady, no cracking or breaking but Sam all but carries her away from the broken body of his older brother before she can blink,
“No Chloe, no; we have to burn his body- we have to burn them all.” His jaw is set tight and he blinks tears away.
Chloe pushes past him.
“I can fix this, Sam” she looks up at him from his vacant spot beside his brother’s head and Sam is looking at her like she’s insane.
“Damn it Chloe, this can’t be fixed- we won the war and they got what they wanted; Dean’s dead,” his voice is choked.
“I can fix it, trust me,” she holds his wet eyes and Sam gives her a small nod; she’s breaking his heart even more, “oh, but the last time I did this I was dead for almost a day and a half, so be warned,”
She pushes dry bloody hair off Dean’s cold forehead and shivers as she tries to center herself,
“What? Dead- Chloe what---“
“Just don’t burry me okay; I’m not a big fan of waking up in the morgue and I’m guessing six feet under isn’t a picnic either,”
“Are you crazy Chloe?” Sam is so sincere that it almost makes her laugh but there is hope in his voice and she shakes her head,
“You tell me,” and she bends her head to drop a cool tear onto Dean’s cheek; his heart beats for a second under her palm and in return her own stops.
Sam catches her before she hits the ground.
______________________________________________________________________________
Dean is the first thing she sees when she finally comes to.
“Chloe?” he drops his gun and grabs her hand instead; he rubs slow circles on her palm, “Chlo?”
She blinks up at him and Dean can’t help but pull her into a bone crushing hug,
“Dean, I can’t breathe,” her voice is scratchy and pained in his ear and he lets her go gently,
“Sorry,” he helps her sit and brushes wild hair out of her face,
“How long was I out?” her voice is small and this Chloe is so much different then they one he knows.
“Almost four day; we were getting worried.”
She nods, she takes it in and then she looks him in the eyes and there is a light gleam of mischief in the curve of her lips,
“You can’t tell me that that isn’t a cool little trick though,” his eyes darken,
“Are you crazy, Chloe? Cool? You almost died--- you did die--- Sam should have never let you do that. If I had been there,” she cuts him off,
“You were there Dean, lying dead and cold in my arms, what did you want me to do?” eyes flash fire and he sees the girl he met years ago.
“You should have left it alone!” he yells, pushing out of his chair and running a hand through his hair.
“I couldn’t, I lov---” he bends to kiss her before she can finish; a soft un-Dean like kiss on the corner of her mouth but it was a kiss or letting her finish her sentence.
He’d have been crazy to let her finish her sentence.
“Don’t,” he hisses as he pulls away and she nods and it’s not that he isn’t happy to have her back, it’s just that they can’t go there, it’s not allowed.
And she’d be crazy not to know that already.
End