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angela-stjoan.livejournal.com posting in chloe_otp Apr. 11th, 2012 07:28 pm)Fic: Savior
Author: Angela_StJoan aka Blaire023
Rating: PG13
Pairing: SV/SPN - Chloe/Dean
Disclaimer: We all know I don’t own the characters. If I did…the possibilities would be endless.
Spoilers: SV – None/SPN – Season 4
A/N: I know this has been done before (HUGE fan of Crossing Kansas) but I’ve had this done for a while now – about 10 out of 23 chapters are already typed up and being edited and decided that I would go ahead and post it. Please leave FB, I love it just as much as the next person.
Summary: Castiel believes Chloe can save Dean from himself. But can she really?
Chapter 4: Her
September 18th – still – Pontiac, Illinois
Dean reached a hand up out of the ground and the rest of him followed as if he were propelled from beneath. The ground regurgitated him; soil filled his nose, mouth, and ears.
When his whole body was above ground he flopped to his back and let the sunshine wash over him. The last thing he really remembered was being ripped to shreds by the hell hounds. His hand fell to his stomach and he winced before realizing there were no ribbons of flesh ripped off of him. No stitches, no puckered skin. His left shoulder throbbed like a sonovabitch though and he rolled it hard against the earth.
Dean opened his eyes and looked over at the makeshift cross to his right. “What the hell?” Dean sat up and looked around, completely confused. If Sam had sold his freaking soul to save him he was going to be beyond pissed.
Deciding the only way to find any answers was to get out of there, Dean stood on unsteady legs. He looked around him, turning in a slow circle. The trees lay on their sides, as if some magical force had blown them all down.
Dean held his side, what felt like hunger pains shooting through his abdomen, and tripped toward the road he could see at the edge of the flattened forest. His stomach growled and he blinked against the sun. He saw the sign for the gas station in half a mile and groaned in appreciation. He needed water and a payphone first. He needed to get a hold of Sam.
Chloe had been waiting for hours. She rolled the earplugs between her fingers and continued to pace down the aisle of chips. Castiel had told her it could take up to as much as a day. Chloe had been hoping closer to a half an hour.
She was crouched down, tying her shoe, when the bell above the door tinkled. She popped up so quick Dean stopped in mid-stride.
Chloe sucked in a quick breath and pressed her hands to her mouth. He looked so much better than she remembered. Chloe laughed and felt hot tears roll down her cheeks. Her face felt stretched to capacity with her smile.
Dean’s arms hung by his sides while the blond in front of him seemed to go through some kind of mental transgression. “Uh, ma’am?” Dean cleared his throat and settled his weight on his right leg.
Chloe straightened at the rough timbre of his voice. His eyebrow kicked up and the corner of his mouth lifted in a sideways smile. It was her undoing.
Chloe laughed and launched herself at Dean. She jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his broad shoulders. Dean automatically caught her body against his. One hand reflexively wrapped around her waist, the other arm under her thighs. Her breasts pressed flat to his chest and her arms around him squeezed tight. Dean closed his eyes and breathed in her scent. He had never met this girl in his life, but holding her in his arms, her soft, blonde hair against his neck, felt almost perfect.
His hunger. His thirst. Both forgotten in this one moment. Then she broke the spell by whispering his name.
Chloe sighed as Dean’s body relaxed against hers and he exhaled a shuddering breath. She sighed his name, so glad to finally be seeing him in the flesh. She knew it was a mistake when he stiffened immediately and practically tossed her away from him.
Chloe grunted on impact of her body hitting the cooler against the wall. Her cry of pain halted Dean for a moment and then passed.
Dean grabbed a canister of salt from a shelf and poured out a palm full into his hand. Chloe was straightening up when the white stuff came down around her like some horrible fake snow. She caught a few grains in her mouth and sputtered. “Dean. Stop it.”
Dean wasn’t listening. He was gearing up for the second round when she tackled him around his waist. She followed her momentum through until she had him underneath her, pinned in place. Dean choked as the wind was knocked out of him. The salt scattered across the floor and he reached up with both hands, folding them around the blonde’s neck.
Chloe shouted as loud as she could, “Dean, stop. I’m not possessed.”
Dean grinned with his teeth. “Guess how many demons have said that to me? Try again, sister.”
Chloe slapped at his hands and then had a quick thought. She struggled to breathe as she reached around his own arms to finally pull the collar of her shirt aside. Dean’s hands instantly loosened though they stayed at her throat. “I’m not possessed,” she croaked through a bruised esophagus. Dean’s eyes were glued to the tattoo riding just under her collarbone and a little to the right of where his was.
“You know Bobby?” He asked. He looked up into her jade eyes.
Chloe panted and relaxed. She attempted a shaky smile and carefully extracted her neck from his hands. Cringing, she brought her own hands up to gingerly touch the tender skin there. Dean’s look of worry had her admitting with a half-smile, “Yes, I met Bobby a few months back. But he’s not the reason I’m here.”
Dean’s brow furrowed with that information. He opened his mouth to ask her how she just so happened to be at the gas station in this town on this day when a blinding light filled the room.
Chloe cursed and scrambled off of him, digging in her pocket for the earplugs Castiel had given her.
Dean got to his feet and grabbed the salt canister, unfortunately the only weapon he could find. “What the hell is going on?” He watched Chloe put the buds in her ears just as a crippling sound rippled the air. Dean immediately dropped the salt again to cover his ears with his hands. His brain felt close to exploding.
Chloe was waving her arms around, yelling at the light emanating through the windows but he couldn’t make out what she was saying over the deafening sound.
Chloe was screaming for Cas to stop. “He isn’t a chosen, Castiel; you have to stop this right now!” She punctuated those late words with a stomp of her foot.
And just as quickly the gas station went eerily quiet and the blinding light faded away.
Dean slowly lowered his hands and straightened from his crouched position. Chloe was rubbing her forehead with the palm of her right hand and removing the ear buds with her left. “Whew.” She tossed him a relieved smile and walked over to him, her hand outstretched. “Now that the noise has stopped I can introduce myself.”
Dean looked down at the hand warily, unsure of what had just gone down here. His look of doubt didn’t deter Chloe though and she slid her hand into his in a firm grip. “My name is Chloe Sullivan.” She pumped his hand twice. “Nice to finally meet you, Dean.”
Dean cleared his throat and nodded, tightening his hold on her hand when she tried to drop his. Chloe looked down at their clasped hands and then back up into Dean’s pensive face questioningly.
“Chloe” He said slowly. Not quite a question but she tipped her head in acknowledgement anyways. “Chloe, do you have any idea what happened to me today?”
Chloe bit her bottom lip and glanced away, trying once again, unsuccessfully to pull her hand out of his grip. When he didn’t let go she rolled her eyes. “Yes, Dean. By the amount of dirt caking into your skin I’m going to guess you had to crawl your way out of your grave.” At his shocked look she muttered under her breath, “I told him to dig you out first but no. What do I know about resurrections?”
Dean dropped her hand and Chloe leaned back against the small checkout counter. Dean’s face was murderous in seconds. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her once, hard. “Sammy sent you?” At Chloe’s quizzical look Dean said, “You said resurrection. Did he make a deal with the crossroads demon?” Chloe shook her head confused and then her lips turned up at the edges as understanding dawned.
She reached up and placed her hands on top of his on her shoulders. “No, Dean. No demons were involved in this.” She cracked a smile and glanced up at the ceiling. “Quite the opposite actually.”
Dean caught her drift and shook his head. “You mean?” He glanced up at the ceiling in question. When she only smiled at him Dean snorted and shook his head. “There is no heaven.”
Chloe jerked back and sucked in a breath, “Dean, you can’t..”
Dean held up a hand, holding off her “holier than though” tirade. “Look sweetheart, I need a burger, a shower and a cell phone. So unless you are going to fork those over I don’t really want to stand around and argue religion with you. You wanna tell me God yanked me out of hell…” He pinned Chloe against the counter with his hips, “Fine. Then where is he? Because, honey, you may look like an angel but you are not Him.”
Chloe flushed and but into her lip, thinking. She wasn’t allowed to tell Dean much, she couldn’t step on Cas’ toes, but she could offer him something. “Actually, I’m not the angel that pulled you up out of hell. I’m not an angel at all. But I do have an apartment a few blocks from here with warm water, a diner across the road and a cell phone in my car.” When he hesitated her eyes softened. She put her hands against his chest gently pushing him back from her. “Come on, Dean. I’ll tell you as much as I possibly can on the way.”
Dean looked around the gas station and decided Chloe was the closest thing to an ally he had right now and followed her sashaying hips out the door, bell tinkling over her head.
When they stopped next to a rusted Cutlass Dean raised eyebrows at her. Chloe huffed and got in then smiled at Dean as he did as well. “She doesn’t look like much, I know.” Then she started the car and the low rumble along with AC/DC pumping out of the speakers had Dean relaxed in moments.
TBC
Author: Angela_StJoan aka Blaire023
Rating: PG13
Pairing: SV/SPN - Chloe/Dean
Disclaimer: We all know I don’t own the characters. If I did…the possibilities would be endless.
Spoilers: SV – None/SPN – Season 4
A/N: I know this has been done before (HUGE fan of Crossing Kansas) but I’ve had this done for a while now – about 10 out of 23 chapters are already typed up and being edited and decided that I would go ahead and post it. Please leave FB, I love it just as much as the next person.
Summary: Castiel believes Chloe can save Dean from himself. But can she really?
Chapter 4: Her
September 18th – still – Pontiac, Illinois
Dean reached a hand up out of the ground and the rest of him followed as if he were propelled from beneath. The ground regurgitated him; soil filled his nose, mouth, and ears.
When his whole body was above ground he flopped to his back and let the sunshine wash over him. The last thing he really remembered was being ripped to shreds by the hell hounds. His hand fell to his stomach and he winced before realizing there were no ribbons of flesh ripped off of him. No stitches, no puckered skin. His left shoulder throbbed like a sonovabitch though and he rolled it hard against the earth.
Dean opened his eyes and looked over at the makeshift cross to his right. “What the hell?” Dean sat up and looked around, completely confused. If Sam had sold his freaking soul to save him he was going to be beyond pissed.
Deciding the only way to find any answers was to get out of there, Dean stood on unsteady legs. He looked around him, turning in a slow circle. The trees lay on their sides, as if some magical force had blown them all down.
Dean held his side, what felt like hunger pains shooting through his abdomen, and tripped toward the road he could see at the edge of the flattened forest. His stomach growled and he blinked against the sun. He saw the sign for the gas station in half a mile and groaned in appreciation. He needed water and a payphone first. He needed to get a hold of Sam.
Chloe had been waiting for hours. She rolled the earplugs between her fingers and continued to pace down the aisle of chips. Castiel had told her it could take up to as much as a day. Chloe had been hoping closer to a half an hour.
She was crouched down, tying her shoe, when the bell above the door tinkled. She popped up so quick Dean stopped in mid-stride.
Chloe sucked in a quick breath and pressed her hands to her mouth. He looked so much better than she remembered. Chloe laughed and felt hot tears roll down her cheeks. Her face felt stretched to capacity with her smile.
Dean’s arms hung by his sides while the blond in front of him seemed to go through some kind of mental transgression. “Uh, ma’am?” Dean cleared his throat and settled his weight on his right leg.
Chloe straightened at the rough timbre of his voice. His eyebrow kicked up and the corner of his mouth lifted in a sideways smile. It was her undoing.
Chloe laughed and launched herself at Dean. She jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his broad shoulders. Dean automatically caught her body against his. One hand reflexively wrapped around her waist, the other arm under her thighs. Her breasts pressed flat to his chest and her arms around him squeezed tight. Dean closed his eyes and breathed in her scent. He had never met this girl in his life, but holding her in his arms, her soft, blonde hair against his neck, felt almost perfect.
His hunger. His thirst. Both forgotten in this one moment. Then she broke the spell by whispering his name.
Chloe sighed as Dean’s body relaxed against hers and he exhaled a shuddering breath. She sighed his name, so glad to finally be seeing him in the flesh. She knew it was a mistake when he stiffened immediately and practically tossed her away from him.
Chloe grunted on impact of her body hitting the cooler against the wall. Her cry of pain halted Dean for a moment and then passed.
Dean grabbed a canister of salt from a shelf and poured out a palm full into his hand. Chloe was straightening up when the white stuff came down around her like some horrible fake snow. She caught a few grains in her mouth and sputtered. “Dean. Stop it.”
Dean wasn’t listening. He was gearing up for the second round when she tackled him around his waist. She followed her momentum through until she had him underneath her, pinned in place. Dean choked as the wind was knocked out of him. The salt scattered across the floor and he reached up with both hands, folding them around the blonde’s neck.
Chloe shouted as loud as she could, “Dean, stop. I’m not possessed.”
Dean grinned with his teeth. “Guess how many demons have said that to me? Try again, sister.”
Chloe slapped at his hands and then had a quick thought. She struggled to breathe as she reached around his own arms to finally pull the collar of her shirt aside. Dean’s hands instantly loosened though they stayed at her throat. “I’m not possessed,” she croaked through a bruised esophagus. Dean’s eyes were glued to the tattoo riding just under her collarbone and a little to the right of where his was.
“You know Bobby?” He asked. He looked up into her jade eyes.
Chloe panted and relaxed. She attempted a shaky smile and carefully extracted her neck from his hands. Cringing, she brought her own hands up to gingerly touch the tender skin there. Dean’s look of worry had her admitting with a half-smile, “Yes, I met Bobby a few months back. But he’s not the reason I’m here.”
Dean’s brow furrowed with that information. He opened his mouth to ask her how she just so happened to be at the gas station in this town on this day when a blinding light filled the room.
Chloe cursed and scrambled off of him, digging in her pocket for the earplugs Castiel had given her.
Dean got to his feet and grabbed the salt canister, unfortunately the only weapon he could find. “What the hell is going on?” He watched Chloe put the buds in her ears just as a crippling sound rippled the air. Dean immediately dropped the salt again to cover his ears with his hands. His brain felt close to exploding.
Chloe was waving her arms around, yelling at the light emanating through the windows but he couldn’t make out what she was saying over the deafening sound.
Chloe was screaming for Cas to stop. “He isn’t a chosen, Castiel; you have to stop this right now!” She punctuated those late words with a stomp of her foot.
And just as quickly the gas station went eerily quiet and the blinding light faded away.
Dean slowly lowered his hands and straightened from his crouched position. Chloe was rubbing her forehead with the palm of her right hand and removing the ear buds with her left. “Whew.” She tossed him a relieved smile and walked over to him, her hand outstretched. “Now that the noise has stopped I can introduce myself.”
Dean looked down at the hand warily, unsure of what had just gone down here. His look of doubt didn’t deter Chloe though and she slid her hand into his in a firm grip. “My name is Chloe Sullivan.” She pumped his hand twice. “Nice to finally meet you, Dean.”
Dean cleared his throat and nodded, tightening his hold on her hand when she tried to drop his. Chloe looked down at their clasped hands and then back up into Dean’s pensive face questioningly.
“Chloe” He said slowly. Not quite a question but she tipped her head in acknowledgement anyways. “Chloe, do you have any idea what happened to me today?”
Chloe bit her bottom lip and glanced away, trying once again, unsuccessfully to pull her hand out of his grip. When he didn’t let go she rolled her eyes. “Yes, Dean. By the amount of dirt caking into your skin I’m going to guess you had to crawl your way out of your grave.” At his shocked look she muttered under her breath, “I told him to dig you out first but no. What do I know about resurrections?”
Dean dropped her hand and Chloe leaned back against the small checkout counter. Dean’s face was murderous in seconds. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her once, hard. “Sammy sent you?” At Chloe’s quizzical look Dean said, “You said resurrection. Did he make a deal with the crossroads demon?” Chloe shook her head confused and then her lips turned up at the edges as understanding dawned.
She reached up and placed her hands on top of his on her shoulders. “No, Dean. No demons were involved in this.” She cracked a smile and glanced up at the ceiling. “Quite the opposite actually.”
Dean caught her drift and shook his head. “You mean?” He glanced up at the ceiling in question. When she only smiled at him Dean snorted and shook his head. “There is no heaven.”
Chloe jerked back and sucked in a breath, “Dean, you can’t..”
Dean held up a hand, holding off her “holier than though” tirade. “Look sweetheart, I need a burger, a shower and a cell phone. So unless you are going to fork those over I don’t really want to stand around and argue religion with you. You wanna tell me God yanked me out of hell…” He pinned Chloe against the counter with his hips, “Fine. Then where is he? Because, honey, you may look like an angel but you are not Him.”
Chloe flushed and but into her lip, thinking. She wasn’t allowed to tell Dean much, she couldn’t step on Cas’ toes, but she could offer him something. “Actually, I’m not the angel that pulled you up out of hell. I’m not an angel at all. But I do have an apartment a few blocks from here with warm water, a diner across the road and a cell phone in my car.” When he hesitated her eyes softened. She put her hands against his chest gently pushing him back from her. “Come on, Dean. I’ll tell you as much as I possibly can on the way.”
Dean looked around the gas station and decided Chloe was the closest thing to an ally he had right now and followed her sashaying hips out the door, bell tinkling over her head.
When they stopped next to a rusted Cutlass Dean raised eyebrows at her. Chloe huffed and got in then smiled at Dean as he did as well. “She doesn’t look like much, I know.” Then she started the car and the low rumble along with AC/DC pumping out of the speakers had Dean relaxed in moments.
TBC
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