A/N: So I know I have way too many stories on the burner but I tend to lose interest in my stories if I don't get a lot of response from them. If people don't enjoy reading them, then what's the point, right? So I've actually never watched Supernatural and only have a general idea of the storyline so sorry if their history and character are inconsistent. Hope you like it!
Philadelphia
"I should head home."
Dean broke out of his reverie at her words. He had been watching her as she stood by the window, the sun streaming down on her as she took a moment to enjoy the warmth. It was the happiest he'd seen her since he had called her for help a few days ago.
"Sorry I called you for nothing." Dean apologized sheepishly,
"Girls getting burned by hellfire doesn't seem like nothing to me."
"Yea but I thought maybe it was him. I was sure it was him."
Chloe sighed and turned away from the bright light.
"That's the problem with bad guys, they never seem to run out of minions."
There it was again, that sad look, a look that showed so much regret and despair, and then in a blink it was gone. Like it had never been there in the first place.
"Well you can't leave yet." Dean smiled smugly at her.
"And why the hell not?" She demanded arching her brow at his impertinence.
"Cause I'd have to deal with Sammie crying himself to sleep tonight if you left without saying goodbye.
Rolling her eyes at his dramatic interpretation she asked, "Where is he by the way?"
"Picking up grub for us, so you have to stay. He's buying you food with our hard earned money."
"You mean hard stolen money?"
"Same difference."
Reaching up, he grasped her by the wrist and pulled her down to where he was on the couch so she was sitting firmly ensconced next to him.
"Won't you tell me what's wrong?"
"What makes you think something is wrong?" She asked not quite looking at him.
"Our visits may be few and far between but I know you. Don't ever doubt that I know you."
Shaking her head at him, she sunk deeper into the couch and rested her head against his shoulder.
"Besides, we're supposed to keep an eye on you."
"Since when did you start listening to celestial beings?"
"Since that one saved your life." He retorted with no hesitation.
Pulling away from him, she sat up straight.
"There are things, some things…that I have to do."
"You talk like it's already written, I thought you didn't believe in fate?"
"Well some things are unavoidable, some things are just necessary."
"Basically, you're not going to tell me."
"Basically."
"Grub's on." Sam announced as he walked through the door.
"Can't stay Sam." She stood up, grabbing her bag on the way to the door. Standing on her tiptoes she placed a light soft kiss on Sam's lips.
"Take care of yourself Sammie, and your brother, I know he's a handful." Squeezing his hand tightly for a moment she let go and headed out.
She opened her car door fighting tears only to have the door slammed closed before she could get in.
"Why did that sound like goodbye?" Dean demanded.
"Well that's what you usually do when you leave, it's a fairly common courtesy."
"You know what I meant. And what the hell is going on, why are you freezing me out?"
"I'm not."
"You are!" Dean yelled at her, losing his patience after spending three days with her acting like a ghost of her former self. Gripping her face he smashed his lips against her, almost exactly like their first kiss had been. But like the first kiss that had been in anger, it gentled like it always did. He couldn't stay angry with her when they were kissing, he never could.
She tasted so sweet and he could feel her responding, with a need and a passion that was always between them. He broke the kiss as he felt himself lose control, he had dreamed vividly and often of what his first time with Chloe would be like and he'd be damned if it was going to be in some dingy parking lot, no matter how much his body screamed at him to do it.
He pressed his lips against her forehead, both of them breathing heavily trying to get catch their breaths.
"Please Chlo." She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with tears held prisoner.
"I just can't…I have to go Dean. Just let me go." One drop trickled down, running a jagged track down her pearly cheek.
He stepped back and Chloe fled to the safety of her car, driving off without a single look back.
Storming back into the motel room, he started grabbing his things and tossing them into his duffel.
"What are you doing?"
"Packing!" Sam pressed his lips together and cocked his head to one side, waiting for more information.
"Okay, I give up. Where are we going?"
"Metropolis."
"Something's up with Chloe isn't there?"
"Yep."
"She tell you what?"
"Nope."
"Does she know we are coming?"
"Nope."
"Okay then." Sam agreed simply as he started to pack up the room. Dean allowed a small smile to himself. On some things, him and Sam just understood each other completely.
Metropolis
J'onn had left before the end of dinner when he got a call about a homicide leaving Chloe and Oliver alone. Oliver insisted on walking her home in the end and for once Chloe couldn't argue her way out of it.
"What inspired the dinner invite?" She finally asked. Oliver shrugged.
"Don't you think it was nice how close they were?"
"Yeah, but just because it works for them, doesn't mean it'll work for us."
"I know."
"I wish I had what Hawkman had." Oliver admitted wistfully.
"What, better insults?" Laughing Oliver shook his head.
"No, a soul mate. Someone that he knows will be there always. That's nice."
"I'm sorry it didn't work out with you and Lois. I don't think you would have made a bad brother-in-law."
"No," Oliver said tilting his head to the side, like he had just come to the realization himself, "Lois and I weren't meant to be. She's fun and easy to be with and I kinda always hung on to this idea of her."
"Oliver, you don't have to be strong for my sake." Chloe said softly, disbelieving him.
"No, I think I'm being honest with myself for the first time actually. I'm not in love with Lois Lane."
"Okay, well good for you. Now you can start looking for something serious." Chloe encouraged, playing along.
"Yeah, maybe I can." Oliver looked at her, thinking to himself. Chloe missed his meaningful glance altogether because she was two busy staring at the dynamic duo hanging outside her door.
