Title: Power Struggle
Category: Smallville/Supernatural Crossover
Rating: T
Genre: Humor/Romance
Pairing: Chloe/Dean
Prompt: Gun by boneslover06
Word Count: 406
Summary: He swore to all that was good, there was nothing sexier than Chloe holding a sawed off.
Power Struggle
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He swore to all that was good, there was nothing sexier than Chloe Sullivan holding a sawed off. His head tipped to the side, mind completely sidetracked as he watched her handle his favorite gun with easy precision. Her body twisting and turning as she searched for their latest hunt. The expression on her face was a mixture of fascination and determination. He half-smiled; who knew when he tried picking her up in a bar that she'd turn out to be an Ace hunter-to-be? She quickly proved she was more than a pretty face and not interested in being his latest conquest before getting into a conversation with Sam about things that go bump in the night. One thing led to another and months later, here she was; with no explanation on where she was supposed to be and why she would rather be with them. He wasn't complaining; hell, if she wanted to clean his gun later, he was pretty sure he was going to ask her to marry him.
"Dean!" he heard and his head swiftly turned to the side to catch his brother's bitch-face. "What the hell are you doing?"
He shrugged awkwardly, eyes sliding back to Chloe as she lowered the gun and frowned. "Is now the time for chit-chat?" Her hip jutted to one side and her brow lifted questioningly.
Damn, he loved it when she got all pissy on him; soon she'd be flushed and glaring.
He smiled goofily.
"Dean," Sam sighed, shaking his head.
Clearing his throat, he walked over and yanked his gun away from Chloe. "Shut up. We're on a job, let's go find the sonuvabitch already." He walked off, boots clomping and suppressed his smirk as she caught up, falling into step next to him.
"What? Now I can't use your gun?" she snarked, lifting a brow.
"Sweetheart, you can't handle this much power."
She snorted. "I can handle it just fine," she assured. "You're the one who has power struggle issues." She walked off ahead of him, hips swaying.
He shook his head, biting his lip.
Sam walked past him, smiling as if he'd just been shot down.
Glaring at his brother, Dean slapped him in the back of the head. "Bitch."
"Jerk."
"Hurry up, idiots!" Chloe shouted back to them.
Glancing at each other with a frown, they hurried ahead to take up her sides. They had a bitchy ghost to get rid of.