Title: The Heart of Fate
Category: Smallville/Supernatural
Genre: Romance/Humor/Drama
Ship: Chloe/Dean
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: My Bloody Valentine, Season 5
Word Count: 461
Summary: With a little help from Cupid, Dean gets exactly what he needs.

The Heart of Fate

Prologue.

Dean looked up to the sky and with a well of emotion in his throat and tears clouding his eyes, he pleaded with whoever was listening, "Please… I can't… I need some help… Please…"

Ask and ye shall receive.

…

David was a cherub; better known to the human world as Cupid. He was easily excited, generous and often greeted people with a hug rather than a handshake. Childlike in his personality, he had only one goal in life: to bond humans together and set them on their course of life. It was love that David focused on; giving it to all those who deserved it. Fate, a fickle matter to some, was what his business was based upon. And so when his orders came, he was giddy with newfound enjoyment as he went fluttering about the earth, naked as newborn babe, searching for the one woman who would fit the man he had in mind.

Orders were orders, and while often it involved putting together a couple that would procreate and bring about a child of great importance, in this instance it was a child borne of a previous order that was destined to find his intended. Whether children would come of these two was not pre-destined or ordered, but instead it was a matter of heart that would help guide the man to his greater purpose.

David cared not for the worries or problems the earth bound humans faced; he wanted only for them to feel and enjoy the love he offered them. And so it was with an extra clap to his hands, that he set his sights on the busy and overwhelmed blonde woman below who had no idea what she was about to be entangled in. The marking on her heart would fit only one other and whether she was ready or not, it was time she met him.

There was a rustle in the air as David moved swiftly, invisible to the human eye, and sent his powers out to wrap tightly around the harried young woman. What she wouldn't' see was the pink and yellow light that escaped his fingertips and enveloped her skin before melting into her chest cavity and revitalizing the mark imprinted purposefully on her heart. She gave a shudder as a tingle ran down her spine, looked about in curious suspicion but saw nothing.

As David smiled excitably, he nodded to one half of a duo meant for great things. It was time to unite hearts and begin journeys. With a giggle of enthusiasm, he left Chloe Sullivan to her work and set out to find Dean Winchester; he had to set the spark in the man meant to save the world from destruction.

It was, after all, their destiny.