Title: Dirty Deeds
Rating: M
Spoilers: None really, sorta AU, timeline jumps around a little.
A/N: I went on Youtube and watched some amazing Chlean fanvids. Trouble was not a whole lot of them were set to classic rock and this is DEAN we're talking about. Since I don't currently have the equipment to make a vid (and I highly doubt these scenes would be appropriate for YT) I'm writing smut instead. :) Dirty Deeds lyrics belong to AC/DC, characters belong to not me.
**This is edited for . For the unedited version (MA) see my profile.

Dirty Deeds (1/3)

If you're havin' trouble with your high school head
He's givin' you the blues
You wanna graduate but not in his bed
Here's what you gotta do -

Chloe stared at the flowers on her small corner desk. She was pretty sure she knew the admirer and while she was flattered she wasn't sure she really wanted to start a relationship with a co-worker. Especially while during her internship. She had just gotten away from Clark and her puppy love situation; did she really want to start something complicated again? 'Or,' Chloe thought to herself, tapping her finger against her bottom lip, 'did it have to be complicated?' Chloe smiled to herself. She could just have some fun. After all, that's what summer vacation was for, right?

That evening she dialed a number she knew by heart. Most of the guys she knew were complicated. But she knew of one that would support the "no strings attached" mission she had in mind. Maybe he could lend her some pointers.

Pick up the phone
I'm always home
Call me any time
Just ring 3-6-2-4-3-6- hey
I lead a life of crime

Dean felt the phone vibrate in his pocket at the same time something caught him around the neck and jerked him backwards. Grabbing the knife out of his waistband he gripped it tight and rocked back, punching the blade deep into the demon's gut and twisting with what leverage he had. The lightning crackling out of the sonovabitch pulsed and Dean flipped open his phone seconds before it had a chance to go to voicemail. "Hey, Blondie," he panted.

Chloe smiled and tucked her feet up under her on the couch, pressing her cell phone a little closer to her ear. Taking Dean's heavy breathing into consideration Chloe tsked, "I hope to God you're working and you didn't just roll off of some bimbo to take my call."

Dean scoffed and cleaned the blood off his knife by wiping the flat of the blade against his jean clad thigh. "I don't do bimbo's thank you."

Chloe laughed lightly, "Right, because you grew a set of standards in the last few months?"

Dean chuckled and made his way out of the warehouse to where his baby was parked and waiting. "What can I say? Waiting for you to turn legal has made me a moral man."

Chloe outright laughed. "Well since you brought it up..."

Dean sucked in his breath and straightened, looking around the deserted parking lot. If Chloe was calling because she was legal...

"I was hoping you could help me with a small problem."

Dean walked the few feet to his car and rested his head against the roof of the driver's side door. Whatever she asked he would do. Chloe had had him wrapped around her finger since the day they'd met in Smallville. He'd been there for a job and she'd been doing some high school reporting thing. He remembered her showing him around The Torch and he would have probably fallen in love with her then and there if she hadn't been extremely illegal. Dean narrowed his eyes in thought. From what he could remember she'd also had a thing for the tall farm boy. "Shoot." His voice strained.

Chloe bit her lip, now that she actually had to ask him out loud she was having second thoughts. "Well see, there's this guy..."

Dean nodded and got into the Impala. "Go on," he encouraged her. He needed to be sitting down for this.

"He's making all the right moves but I'm kind of just interested in the fun stuff." Dean thought back to anything he may have done that would have been considered 'the right moves'. He shook his head.

"Does this guy have a name?"

Chloe cleared her throat and rubbed at an eyebrow with a finger, her face already flushing. "Well, his name is Jimmy."

"Gay."

"Dean!" Chloe laughed and rolled her eyes. "He's a very nice young man."

Dean rolled his eyes and started the car. "No one by the name of Jimmy should be considered a full grown man." He put it in gear and motored on toward the motel he was staying in.

"Anyways," Chloe sighed out, "like I said I'm interested in the fun stuff, but I don't really want the relationship." Dean disguised a groan with a cough.

"So what's the problem?" He asked.

"He's kind of the relationship type."

Dean licked his lips as he pulled the Impala into the parking space in front of his room. "Then move on."

Chloe rocked her head back and forth, thinking before answering that. "Okay look, I'm interning at the Daily Planet. I'm stuck down in the mail room for 10 hours a day. I don't have a lot of options here, Dean. This guy is interested in me."

Dean cut her off. "That's the problem, Chlo. Guy's invested - he wants the whole package. Guy not invested - will take a piece of ass instead. Move on. Find a guy that doesn't want the whole cow."

Chloe tilted her head to the side, "Did you just call me bovine?" Dean chuckled and let himself into his room, immediately going to sit on the edge of the bed to remove his boots.

"You know what I mean." He sighed as he lay down on his back, feet still on the floor. "And besides, you've got my number. You want a fuck buddy for the summer, all you have to do is call me up."

Chloe's eyes widened at that prospect and she sat a little straighter. A slow smile bloomed across her face as she thought of all the possibilities of being with a more experienced friend like Dean. "You mean that? Really?"

Dean heard the excitement in her voice and cleared his throat, "Well, you are legal right?"

Chloe waved a hand as if that weren't really an issue. "Old news, buddy. I turned last month."

Dean sat up in bed and looked over at the clock on the nightstand, his body on alert, "Where exactly is the Daily Planet?"

Chloe shrugged and said, "Metropolis, why?"

Dean did some quick calculations in his head, pulling on his boots and grabbing up the duffel he hadn't even unpacked yet. "I can be there in 3 hours."

He flipped his phone closed to the sound of her shocked laughter.

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap

Chloe didn't sleep. What was the point? She took a shower, shaved her legs and then threw on a robe, not bothering with anything but a silk slip underneath. Dean was going to drive all night to get to her. They'd have time for sex and then sleep before she had to go to work in the morning. 'Oh God.' Chloe thought, pressing her hands to her burning cheeks. She was going to lose her virginity to Dean Winchester. She stopped pacing for a moment and tried to bring up Jimmy's face in her mind but all she could see were hazel eyes that crinkled at the corners when he smiled and realized it was Dean's face she was imagining.

Chloe alternated pacing with cleaning and by the time her cell buzzed with a text to ask her address she had more nervous energy than she had started with. By the time Dean actually knocked on her door she had been practicing some deep breathing exercises as she was sure she'd probably hyperventilate knowing he was so close to being there. Chloe didn't bother with fixing her hair one last time or swiping on a little lip gloss. To a man like Dean, none of that would matter.

She opened the door, thighs already tingling and breasts near to aching, she didn't bother with pleasantries. Before he could make it in the door she had her hands in his hair and her lips pressed against his. Dean caught her close, hands running down the sides of her silk robe before cupping her ass with both hands and dragging her against him.

Chloe's right leg hitched up his thigh, the denim against her bare skin causing her to tear her mouth from his to moan long and low. Dean spun them around, shut the door and locked it in one move and had her pressed back against it, his other leg nudging her thigh to the side. He used his hold on her ass to pick her up, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist, her arms around his shoulders. "It's good to see you too, sweetheart," he whispered, watching her eyes carefully.

Chloe smiled and raised her eyebrows. "I missed you a lot."

Dean leaned his forehead against hers, his hands kneading her cheeks rhythmically. "I can see that." He looked down at her dangerous display of cleavage. "What's this little number you're wearing?"

Chloe licked her lips and arched back, leaning heavily against the door to give him a better view. "I couldn't answer the door naked, now could I?"

Dean smiled and lifted his eyebrows in reply, "Wouldn't hear me complaining." He wrapped an arm around her back and one under her thighs and turned, "Bed?" he asked as he scoped out her one bedroom summer rental.

Summer continued on. Chloe went to her internship and came home every day to find Dean researching cases in the immediate area. When they went to bed, the work they had both brought home never came into the bedroom and Chloe had him in every imaginable way.

When the summer ended and Chloe headed back to Smallville, Dean went on his way to Bobby's to check in. And when Chloe needed an itch to be scratched, Dean showed up hours, sometimes days later. But he always showed up.

TBC