Title: Mirrors and Dread, Red Needle and Thread
Verse: Supernatural/Smallville Crossover (With touches of Stay Alive)
Genre: Romance/Angst/Adventure
Pairing: Chloe/Dean, a little Chloe/Sam
Rating: M for language and violence
Disclaimer: I own nothing. But dear god, how I wish I could own Dean Winchester. :)
Summary: Dean and Sam Winchester find their way to the small town of Delight, Arkansas where, coincidentally, Chloe Sullivan is trying to forget her past. But the town harbors a terrifying secret of a woman of blood who steals young women and bathes in their blood.
A/N: This is set generically season 2 (prior to Nightshifter) for Supernatural, but season 10 Smallville, during the events of Homecoming. I might be writing a prequel fic about Chloe's adventures prior to this point. I'm still outlining this adventure and subsequent ones, so I love reviews and thoughts of what you'd like to see!
Chapter One: Of Nerds and Bitches
The Impala and nighttime. Cool fall breeze had been whipping through the car all day, and now that night had fallen, two brothers had rolled the windows up and continued on their journey out to nowhere, Arkansas. In between jobs, the only way of keeping busy was conversation, and for Dean, that was fairly acceptable. He would much rather be chatting up some hot, frisky chick who had a taste for good booze and someone as good-looking as himself, but, instead, he was stuck with the only other girl in his life. His brother.
"I dunno, Dean, this still doesn't seem like our kind of job," Sam was muttering as he looked through something on his laptop. God, seriously, it drove him nuts. There wasn't a town for miles, not even streetlights to lead them, yet the older Winchester was stuck dealing with the blinding glare out of the corner of his eye from that stupid geek factory next to him.
"Seriously?" Dean growled, reaching over and shutting the laptop finally. "See, this is why I let you do all the research. You're just gonna whine about it when I pick something you don't like anyway." They passed a sign on the road: Delight 15. Brilliant. They were headed for a town called Delight. Yeah, if only.
Sam shot his brother a sideways glance before he slipped the laptop back into its bag at his feet. "Man, this is just like Longview."
Dean's eyebrows practically shot so far up his forehead they could have flown through the roof, and he shifted so he could face him. "Screw you, how is this like Longview? We were tracking a crazy little girl with a red balloon who sucked peoples' faces out of mirrors? That was Bloody Mary redux."
"Yeah, and in Longview, you made fun of me because I knew she was from Doctor Who." Sam crossed his arms over his chest. "And so when the next two jobs you picked to try to 'one-up' me, you just looked like an idiot."
Dean's jaw set, his eyes focused on the road, determined not to give into the bait. Of course, that lasted all of ten seconds before his eyes flicked in Sam's direction and he saw the triumphant bitch-face at work. God, he hated that bitch-face more than that pouty bitch-face. That one was the worst. Dammit, bait taken.
"The Doctor is an urban legend that someone turned into a TV show. That spirit manifest that way because you are such a nerd that is permeates through every facet of your existence." Dean snarked, shifting in his seat again.
"So, why not something like a Little Sister? Y'know, with a Big Daddy to protect her?"
Whether or not the spirit was in fact some character from that stupid Sci-fi show was completely forgotten as Dean tried to process what had just come out of his brother's mouth. "Dude, what the hell kind of porn are you into?"
"What?" Sam's voice had jumped an octave. Like a proper bitch, Dean's mind filled in absently. "No, dude, it's from Bioshock. A video game."
"When do you have time for video games?" Dean asked, disbelieving. They'd been on the road so much, he hardly had time to enjoy sleeping in a damn bed.
"What do you think I do when you're busy not coming back to the motel?" Sam quipped.
Dean grimaced. "Awkward."
"Video games help me unwind – "
"Yeah, so does – "
Sam silenced Dean with a very serious, scolding finger being pointed at him. "Do not say a fucking word, dude."
Like two wolves staring each other down, the brothers remained locked in defiant gazes for a moment, before finally, Dean sniffed and shrugged, looking back at the road again. "Fine, fine, Princess of Power. You wanna go swing your girly sword all over Greyskull, be my guest."
Dean expected a quip, or a snarky bitch-pout, or at least something. Silence was all he received, so he couldn't help but glance over to see what his brother was doing.
His douchebag brother was smiling. Fucking smiling.
"What?" Dean barked.
"She-Ra?" Sam sounded either dumbfounded or, dare he think it, impressed. "You are calling me She-Ra?"
"Well, if the bustier fits," Dean shrugged, looking back at the street.
"No, no, wait, you know She-Ra? Dean Winchester, the biggest brick, man's man, man about town, of our entire family, and you know She-Ra?" Sam was starting to chuckle now.
"What? She's He-Man's sister, kind of hard to ignore." Dean reasoned, looking at Sam to show just how completely not an issue this was. "She was hot."
Sam shook his head, still chuckling as Dean tried to focus on the fact that his bitch of a brother had something to laugh about. Not okay. Never okay.
"Dude, you can get the hell out of my car now."
Sam laughed harder, leaning back in his seat. "She was a cartoon character. For a show aimed at girls."
Dean had never been more relieved to see a sign for the town ahead. Two miles to go, and he could kick his brother out of the car. And possibly leave him outside of the motel room. Focusing on the road, he was silent until he parked the Impala, shutting the engine off and glancing over at Sam.
"Bitch."
"Nerd." Dean's eyebrows shot up again through the roof and probably into the sky.
"Oh, you are so dead."
"Gotta catch me first!" Sam laughed, opening the car door and bolting for the lobby of the motel to get them checked in.
God, some days Dean hated his brother.