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Author: Angela_StJoan aka Blaire023
Rating: R - eventually
Pairing: SV/SPN - Chloe/Winchesters - General
Disclaimer: We all know I don't own the characters. If I did…the possibilities would be endless.
Spoilers: Up until current U.S. eps for both
A/N: Okay. My kiddo (huge fan of SPN and Dean) challenged me to do an alphabet series. So I'm going to be working on these instead of the drabbles for the time being. I figure I'll post one every Monday-ish. That way I can get a little break from the Savior story line and have some fun with these characters.
Summary: Chloe meets the Winchesters...over and over and over...(based loosely on the vid Chloe/Supernatural over at Youtube on sunnysmile1008's channel)

A: Apple Pie and Ambushes

Chloe squinted against the glare of the oncoming car and rubbed her eyes after it passed, leaving her alone on the dark stretch of highway. She had been keeping a look out for any motel signs or just somewhere she could go and get a cup of coffee. She guessed bum-fucked Nebraska didn't have a Starbucks on every corner like Metropolis did.

Seeing a sign lit up in the distance and off to the right, Chloe sped up a little, aiming for the neon glow of 'Harvelle's Roadhouse'. Chloe pulled into the parking lot leaving an empty space between her Prius and the gas chugging muscle car parked at an angle.

The bell over the door chimed as she pushed her way through and found a spot at the bar. She had learned a lot as Watchtower and the first thing she had done was scope the place out, make a note of the exits and take a count of the patrons. There were seven total, including her.

An older lady who had seen better days was flirting with a mullet-wearing younger guy. Chloe wouldn't have been shocked to find a pot plant at home in his closet, baking under a heat lamp. There was a pretty, young waitress with long blonde hair that was leaning in to talk to an older man wearing a trucker hat at the other end of the bar. No flirting detected on their part.

Then there were the testosterone filled, muscle car driving, Bo Duke idolizing, Hustler magazines stashed under the bed guys sitting at a table off in the corner. Both men stared at her for a long moment, the one with longer hair offered her a hesitant and quick smile before they put their heads back together and continued their conversation.

The jukebox pumped out Skynyrd and Chloe couldn't help but drum her thumb on the bar top while she waited for service.

The woman that came in from the back of the bar had her voice raised when she said to the patrons all at once, "Rufus has a body he needs help disposing of."

The waitress gaped at her mom, her eyes shooting over to the stranger at the bar only a few seats down from Bobby, before they locked on the woman. "Uh, mom?"

Chloe's thumb had stopped drumming with that announcement and then the waitress' quick assessment and then all heads turned and looked her way. Chloe looked around the room, at a loss for what to do. Then she said what she would have said had any one of her boys been asking for the same favor, "Why doesn't he just toss it in the swamp? Let the gators do the work."

Ellen Harvelle turned at the sound of a stranger's voice. She went stock still as she sized up the blonde sitting patiently on the stool in the middle of the bar. Her eyes shot over to Bobby's briefly and he nodded.

When the guy in the trucker hat stood, Chloe went on alert but she kept her body in it's relaxed position. She smiled at the older man and wiggled her fingers at him. "Hey there."

Bobby looked from her to Dean and Sam and leaned an elbow on the bar beside her stool, invading her personal space.

"Well hey there, little girl."

Chloe raised her eyebrows, aware that while this man was trying to intimidate her the two metal heads had moved up on her other side. Chloe grinned widely at the guy in the trucker cap and aimed her gun at the crotch of the tall one with the shaggy hair behind her. "Unless you want to keep the ability to make babies, gigantor, I wouldn't move another inch." And she cocked back the safety with her thumb, the "chink" it made nearly echoing through the room.

Sam froze and looked down at the barrel of the 9 mil pointing right at his boys. His hands slowly raised and he looked over at Bobby for assistance. Bobby nodded and said, "Why don't you boys go on back to your table."

Chloe grinned and raised her free hand toward the woman still standing by the back door of the bar. "I'll take a coffee please, black."

Bobby squinted at her and then leaned back a little, watching as she covertly turned the safety back on and tucked the gun into the small of her back. "You've got some balls."

Chloe propped her chin on her fist and studied the older man, his face was wizened but his eyes told the real story. They were crystal clear and full of secrets. Chloe glanced over at the table where the boys were still watching her carefully. "So does your friend over there."

Bobby laughed and slapped his hand on the counter. "You're a quick one, aintcha. What's your name, blondie?"

"Chloe." She smiled appreciatively as the woman placed a mug of coffee in front of her. She took the cup in both hands and inhaled slowly. After taking a delicate sip and humming her approval she shot the man beside her a look. "And you?"

"I'm Bobby." He gestured to the stool beside her, "This seat taken?"

Chloe leaned back and smiled at the stranger. "Not at all. Help yourself."

Bobby sat and the young blonde brought him his beer from down the bar. "This is Jo."

Chloe took a gulp of coffee and then held out her hand. Jo's grip was firm and she smiled a little. "Nice to meet you, Jo."

Jo smiled easily and replied with, "You too, Chloe."

Bobby tilted his head towards the two guys still at their table, still watching her carefully. "That's Dean and Sam. Sam is the guy glad not to be a eunuch."

Chloe looked over at the guys and watched them both sit a little straighter. She smiled softly and raised a hand over at them. "Sorry about that."

Sam grinned and nodded, "No problem." Dean winked at her and said, "I like a girl that knows how to handle herself."

Jo rolled her eyes and Chloe laughed.

"Stuck in the 80's over there is Ash and his companion is Marla." Mullet guy tipped his beer in her direction and leaned back in his chair, giving her the once over. Chloe immediately grinned at the blatant perusal and then watched warily as the older woman ventured toward her from the other side of the bar.

"I'm Ellen."

Chloe shook her hand as well and nodded. "This your place?"

Ellen looked around the bar and nodded once. "Yep. All mine."

Chloe smiled in relief. "You wouldn't happen to have any food, would you? I've been driving forever and I'm starving."

"We have apple pie. Jo makes a fresh one any time the boys come into town." Ellen tilted her head towards Sam and Dean's table.

Chloe groaned as her stomach rumbled. "That sounds amazing. If it isn't too much trouble?"

As Jo went to get her a piece of pie a man came in from the back door and stuttered to a halt as he saw the newcomer sitting with Bobby. "Uh, Ellen. The garbage has been taken care of."

Ellen wiped down the spot where Bobby had moved from and nodded towards the black man, "This is Rufus. Rufus, this is Chloe. It was her idea to dump the body in the swamp."

Rufus sidled forward and seemed to have a conversation with Bobby with just a few looks. At Bobby's nod Rufus shrugged and said, "What the hell. Nice to meet you, Chloe."

Chloe shook his hand. "You too, Rufus."

"Never heard of you before," Rufus turned and grabbed a beer from behind the counter, "You new to hunting?"

Chloe became cautious again as everyone in the room seemed to stop moving and their eyes darted over to her. She froze with her fork halfway to her mouth and glanced over at Bobby who was shooting a dark glare at his friend. "Uh, not exactly. Just stopped for coffee and pie."

Rufus looked around the room and then settled his gaze on her, "What about the body disposal? You go around giving out that kinda advice everywhere you stop for a bite to eat?"

Chloe thought it over and slowly placed her fork back on her plate. "I think I'm going to go ahead and get out of here." She dug in her purse and came up with a few bills. She placed them beside her half eaten slice of pie and slid off her stool in slow motion. "Thanks for the fuel. And nice meeting you all." She smiled at everyone as she walked backwards toward the door. She was out and in her car in no time flat. And as she pulled out of the parking lot and found her way back to the highway her only regret was not getting to finish her dessert.

Dean watched the blonde go and then nudged Sam with his elbow. "Damn shame."

Sam slowly turned to look at his brother, his head tilted to the side, "Are you kidding me?"

Dean grinned and raised the beer to his lips. "Hell no, she was amazing."

Sam looked at his brother in disbelief. "She almost castrated me!"

Dean sighed and smiled, "Yeah. She was awesome." And then he ordered a slice of pie and plotted with his brother on the next step to stopping the current rash of demons.