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xtremeroswellia) wrote2008-06-10 01:03 pm
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SPN/SV Fic: Highway From Hell, Fic 2: Welcome to Existence (3/4)
Series: Highway From Hell
Fic 2: Welcome to Existence
Authors: Xtremeroswellian and Did_It_Once
Rated: PG-13
Spoilers: “No Rest for the Wicked" for Supernatural. Nothing terribly spoilery from Smallville if you watched any of sixth or seventh season.
Disclaimer: Not ours. Don’t sue.
Characters: Chloe, Dean, Sam, the JLA.
Pairing: None yet. Eventual Chlean. Of course. :P
Wordcount: 9603
Previous Parts Can be found here: Highway From Hell
Welcome to Existence (Part Three)
After staying with Chloe the rest of the day, Dean left her apartment and went back to the hotel. He wasn't surprised when he opened the door and found Sam sitting on the sofa, his gaze now on the door.
Sam raised his eyebrows expectantly.
"You're too prying."
"Dude, I didn't even say anything."
He snorted. "You don't think I know what you want."
He shrugged a little and glanced at the TV for a moment. Then he looked at Dean again. "All right. Did you talk to Chloe or not?"
"Yeah, I did."
"And...?" He encouraged.
"Dude," he walked over and sat down on the couch as well. "We talked."
"Talked or yelled?"
"Talked."
Sam smiled a little. "Well, that's good. Right?"
"Yeah," he folded his arms and looked at the tv.
He sighed and picked up the remote, turning the picture off.
Dean glared. "Dude."
Sam raised his eyebrows once more.
He sighed. "We're friends."
A grin broke over Sam's face. "Seriously?"
Rolling his eyes at the grin, he nodded. "Yes, Sam. I'm serious."
"Cool," he said, trying to sound nonchalant.
He snorted. "I know you're excited."
Sam shrugged, still grinning as he turned the television back on once more.
"You're weird."
"So I've been told."
"Still doesn't mean that I'm joining the league," Dean reminded him.
"Never had anything to do with that in the first place," Sam said quietly, glancing at him sideways.
"Right," his tone was disbelieving.
He looked at him. "It didn't. Look...I just think Chloe's a good person. I think she's someone we can trust."
"Yeah, you were right about that," he conceded.
Surprise flickered over Sam's face. "I was?"
"Are you deaf?"
"Sorry, I just figured I heard you wrong. You did just admit I was *right* about something."
"Yeah well, don't get used to it," he leaned over and hit his brother.
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
"You hungry?" He stood up.
He shook his head. "I'm good."
"Well, then come and keep me company while I eat." He headed for the door.
Grumbling, Dean stood. "You're such a girl."
Sam smirked as he opened the door and stepped into the hall. "So...have you ever been just friends with a girl before?"
"That...is none of your business," he closed the door behind them.
"I didn't think so."
"You're pushing it."
"Noted."
* * *
Chloe stared at her reflection in the mirror, taken aback by how different she looked. It was a wonder what makeup could do--make you look like a movie star, or in her case--a drug addict. Her face looked deathly pale, her eyes sunken in. Her hair was pulled haphazardly into a messy ponytail.
She'd pulled a gray sweatshirt over her t-shirt, her jeans filled with little rips and holes. "I really look the part," she mumbled, letting out a nervous breath as she picked the small flowered pin off her bathroom sink and attached it to her sweatshirt. "This is my brain on drugs." She grimaced at her appearance, then headed out of the room and down the hall. The deal was going down in less than an hour. She had to get moving.
* * *
"So, uh, who recommended this restaraunt again?" Dean asked, looking around the shady people as he moved the Impala slowly through the neighborhood.
"I read it in a brochure," he admitted, grimacing a little.
"I'm so never letting you choose a place out of a brochure again."
"We haven't even eaten yet," Sam pointed out.
"It's the part of town, Sammy."
"Since when does that bother you?"
"Have to take care of my baby."
Sam rolled his eyes and started to retort when a pedestrian crossed the road in front of them, head down and hands tucked in her pockets. He stared. "Dean?"
He put on the breaks. "Yeah?"
"Is that...?" He nodded toward the figure.
Dean squinted at the figure. "No way."
"Then she has a twin sister with questionable moral values."
"Something isn't right about this," he murmured, pulling the Impala to the side of the road and cutting the engine.
Sam restrained himself from making a sarcastic comment as they watched her head down the alley and disappear.
Dean stepped out of the car slowly and began to follow her path.
Sam had a sinking feeling as he climbed out of the passenger seat, making sure his gun was tucked into the back of his jeans.
Moving silently through the alley, he looked around for any sign of her. When he didn't find her still walking, he began to look for doors.
Sam followed him, casting a nervous glance behind them, but not seeing anyone. What the hell is going on? he wondered.
Fic 2: Welcome to Existence
Authors: Xtremeroswellian and Did_It_Once
Rated: PG-13
Spoilers: “No Rest for the Wicked" for Supernatural. Nothing terribly spoilery from Smallville if you watched any of sixth or seventh season.
Disclaimer: Not ours. Don’t sue.
Characters: Chloe, Dean, Sam, the JLA.
Pairing: None yet. Eventual Chlean. Of course. :P
Wordcount: 9603
Previous Parts Can be found here: Highway From Hell
Welcome to Existence (Part Three)
After staying with Chloe the rest of the day, Dean left her apartment and went back to the hotel. He wasn't surprised when he opened the door and found Sam sitting on the sofa, his gaze now on the door.
Sam raised his eyebrows expectantly.
"You're too prying."
"Dude, I didn't even say anything."
He snorted. "You don't think I know what you want."
He shrugged a little and glanced at the TV for a moment. Then he looked at Dean again. "All right. Did you talk to Chloe or not?"
"Yeah, I did."
"And...?" He encouraged.
"Dude," he walked over and sat down on the couch as well. "We talked."
"Talked or yelled?"
"Talked."
Sam smiled a little. "Well, that's good. Right?"
"Yeah," he folded his arms and looked at the tv.
He sighed and picked up the remote, turning the picture off.
Dean glared. "Dude."
Sam raised his eyebrows once more.
He sighed. "We're friends."
A grin broke over Sam's face. "Seriously?"
Rolling his eyes at the grin, he nodded. "Yes, Sam. I'm serious."
"Cool," he said, trying to sound nonchalant.
He snorted. "I know you're excited."
Sam shrugged, still grinning as he turned the television back on once more.
"You're weird."
"So I've been told."
"Still doesn't mean that I'm joining the league," Dean reminded him.
"Never had anything to do with that in the first place," Sam said quietly, glancing at him sideways.
"Right," his tone was disbelieving.
He looked at him. "It didn't. Look...I just think Chloe's a good person. I think she's someone we can trust."
"Yeah, you were right about that," he conceded.
Surprise flickered over Sam's face. "I was?"
"Are you deaf?"
"Sorry, I just figured I heard you wrong. You did just admit I was *right* about something."
"Yeah well, don't get used to it," he leaned over and hit his brother.
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
"You hungry?" He stood up.
He shook his head. "I'm good."
"Well, then come and keep me company while I eat." He headed for the door.
Grumbling, Dean stood. "You're such a girl."
Sam smirked as he opened the door and stepped into the hall. "So...have you ever been just friends with a girl before?"
"That...is none of your business," he closed the door behind them.
"I didn't think so."
"You're pushing it."
"Noted."
* * *
Chloe stared at her reflection in the mirror, taken aback by how different she looked. It was a wonder what makeup could do--make you look like a movie star, or in her case--a drug addict. Her face looked deathly pale, her eyes sunken in. Her hair was pulled haphazardly into a messy ponytail.
She'd pulled a gray sweatshirt over her t-shirt, her jeans filled with little rips and holes. "I really look the part," she mumbled, letting out a nervous breath as she picked the small flowered pin off her bathroom sink and attached it to her sweatshirt. "This is my brain on drugs." She grimaced at her appearance, then headed out of the room and down the hall. The deal was going down in less than an hour. She had to get moving.
* * *
"So, uh, who recommended this restaraunt again?" Dean asked, looking around the shady people as he moved the Impala slowly through the neighborhood.
"I read it in a brochure," he admitted, grimacing a little.
"I'm so never letting you choose a place out of a brochure again."
"We haven't even eaten yet," Sam pointed out.
"It's the part of town, Sammy."
"Since when does that bother you?"
"Have to take care of my baby."
Sam rolled his eyes and started to retort when a pedestrian crossed the road in front of them, head down and hands tucked in her pockets. He stared. "Dean?"
He put on the breaks. "Yeah?"
"Is that...?" He nodded toward the figure.
Dean squinted at the figure. "No way."
"Then she has a twin sister with questionable moral values."
"Something isn't right about this," he murmured, pulling the Impala to the side of the road and cutting the engine.
Sam restrained himself from making a sarcastic comment as they watched her head down the alley and disappear.
Dean stepped out of the car slowly and began to follow her path.
Sam had a sinking feeling as he climbed out of the passenger seat, making sure his gun was tucked into the back of his jeans.
Moving silently through the alley, he looked around for any sign of her. When he didn't find her still walking, he began to look for doors.
Sam followed him, casting a nervous glance behind them, but not seeing anyone. What the hell is going on? he wondered.