DEDICATED: to shadowglove ( u/827845/ ).

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Supernatural, nor Smallville; not even the house I live in, so what would you wanna sue me for?

D Introduced

„You're alive."

„Please don't be afraid."

„I killed you."

„You did. For a while."

„The meteor rocks didn't..."

„In the end, they only made me stronger."

„Stronger...So now you're...Invulnerable?"

The man gave the saddest chuckle Dean had ever heard.

„I'm immortal."

„Whoh, whoh, hang on a second," Dean required an introduction or anything, really.

Something terrible dawned on Chloe as she gasped and started shaking.

„You're gonna kill Clark..."

„Alright, time out!" Dean cried for attention again.

„And then everyone else," she whispered.

„What the hell?" Sam spoke up, too.

„I won't if I'm with you." The stranger's voice brought another moment of absolute silence in the room.

„What? What do I have to do with it?" Dean hated how vulnerable Chloe sounded.

„You were my plan B, Chloe," the man said and Dean's stomach turned at the sound of her name on his lips. Whoever he was he wasn't allowed to call her name like that, so full of love and awe and utter devotion. Not when Dean knew he'd never even come close trying to say it that way.

The man stood up carefully, disregarding the guns aimed at him but trying not to scare the girl.

„Plan A was to die. Plan B was to stick around you. There's something about your touch that seems to calm the Beast inside me, Chloe. I saw it happen. You're the only thing that's stronger than my need to kill."

„That's impossible. How could your human side override your true nature? You were created to destroy this planet."

„What the...fuck..." Dean commented. He'd already realized nothing was going to stop this dialogue and that the brothers were just there for the ride.

„I have a theory, please hear me out. Before the incubation, when we were in that ice fortress, Brainiac told me he was running a program to attract me to you. I'm sure he was also running one of loyalty and respect. What does that amount to other than love? If you don't believe my feelings for you, believe those programs. Because I love you more than you can imagine, Chloe, and it's never gonna go away. You're my only hope so please...Will you stay with me?"

Chloe took in a shuddering breath when the question was asked.

„How did you even find me?" she was obviously stalling.

„Your scent," the man answered meekly.

„All the way from Kansas?"

„Yes. I...ran pretty fast. What happened to you?" he frowned at her injuries.

„Staircase."

„You fell down a staircase?"

„The staircase fell first, actually. Did you - Did you dig out of your own grave?"

He nodded: „About an hour ago."

„Davis, I won't stay with you," she suddenly said.

Nice to meet you, Davis, Dean thought bitterly when the name was finally dropped.

For a second, Davis's face showed the pain of a puppy getting thrown into a meat grinder.

Then she spoke again.

You'll stay with me."

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Sam and Dean watched as Chloe sent the stranger into their bathroom to take a shower.

„It's alright, we can do this, it's gonna be fine," she kept saying. „We'll just take him along for the ride, nothing's gonna change."

Sam and Dean exchanged a look.

Everything was gonna change, wasn't it.

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It was Dean's turn to bring the breakfast. As he slammed the door closed and dropped the cardboard coffe tray on the table, Sam knew that his bubbling temper was minutes away from exploding.

Last night, Chloe took the new guy (Davis) to her room and returned an hour later, visibly overwhelmed from his arrival.

„We talked out some rules," she mumbled. „Can I sleep here? At least a couple of hours, I don't want him to wake up alone."

Yet again they slept on two queens bumped together with Chloe in the middle.

„Who is he, Chlo?" Sam asked.

„He's Doomsday," she whispered and that was all she gave them.

Sam and Dean tried to remember everything they knew about Doomsday. Brainiac called him the ultimate destroyer, he may have mentioned some incubation and then immortality...

It was almost half a year ago, they couldn't remember details of something they barely understood back then. Besides, this guy? Destroy the world? Dean didn't want to believe it. Sam wasn't so sure. The worst of dangers could hide in the most innocent of packages.

Chloe and Davis came for breakfast but Chloe excused herself to make a mysterious phone call.

Dean was on Davis's case in no time: Just what did he think he was doing, huh? Why Chloe? Whatever bullshit explanations he had, there had to be another way. And how long was he planning on staying anyway? Fuck him, he was making everything up.

„The way I see it, you're just another Leo. Just another pathetic psycho who became crazy about her without her even knowing you exist."

„You shouldn't - - try to upset me like this," Davis stuttered, clenching the coffee table so hard they heard cracking. He looked sick to his stomach.

„I bet all she ever gave you was a few friendly smiles. Or did she ever tell you she liked you back? Did she ever kiss you? Or was it all in your head just like it was in Leo's?"

„Dean," Sam tried to warn his brother.

„Do you have any idea how destroyed she was after she had to kill that son of a bitch? And then you come over with the exact same kinda crap! Well let me tell you something, you won't be her ball and chain no matter how much you want to, as long as I-"

Davis shot out of the chair and grabbed Dean's neck. Sam moved to help him, but in a second they were both pinned to the wall, throats squeezed to the point of choking. His arms must've been made out of steel; nothing they did would make them budge.

Davis was fuming angrily and his eyes were completely red, redder than a crossroad demon's. Slowly, his forehead turned darker and darker and something like thorns came out of his skin...

...When out of the blue a tiny hand with a splint on its finger appeared on his neck. The transformation stopped and Davis shifted back without looking around once. Sam and Dean could breathe again, but it hurt and made them cough.

Not touching them was my condition number one, Davis," Chloe said from behind him. „How should I make it any clearer..."

Her words grew long and soft, sad and taunting at the same time.

„Remember my wedding day? I said my yes, I cut the cake, I had my first dance, and then you burst in and tore my husband open. The sight of him slowly bleeding out in my arms broke me. Now imagine if you took two men I love away from me. Who says I'd still care about the rest of the world? Who says I wouldn't leave you?"

Davis turned to her with fear in his eyes.

„You know I'd always find you."

„If I was dead you wouldn't."

„Chloe, no..." Davis rushed to apologize. „I'm sorry, you know it was the Beast."

„Well maybe if you repeat my conditions over and over they'll reach your subconsciousness. How was number one exactly?"

„I won't hurt the Brothers. Not when I'm upset, not even if they attack me. I won't touch the Brothers."

And that was how Sam and Dean got a hint of how serious those Doomsday talks actually were.

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Later that day, Chloe entered the brothers' room again.

„Where's Dean?"

„Washing the car. Clearing his head."

„Oh. Are we looking for a new Hunt?"

„Yep, I thought we could test our new...team." Sam looked away from the computer. „How's Davis?"

„I just told him he was known as the late Metropolis Cornfield Killer. He needed a moment alone."

„And how are you doing?"

„Good," Chloe gave him one of her evasive smiles. „You?"

„Dealing. Well, I would be if I knew what I'm dealing with."

„I'm so sorry about all of this," Chloe deflated visibly as she sat down close to him. „I'm trying to work this out, I'm trying to do the right things but... I completely forgot to double-check with you guys in the process."

„We're big boys, Chlo," Sam kissed her knuckles and turned back to the screen. „We'll find Dean something to Hunt and maybe he'll get civil, too. Look, there's a Wiccan circle looking for help with some club-"

He couldn't finish as there were lips in the way, namely Chloe's lips pressed to his. She kissed him passionately, desperately, and it only took him a second to get them into a more comfortable position and kiss back.

He was going to give her all the comfort she needed: When she pulled his head painfully close to hers, he kissed her harder; when she tugged at his body and leaned back on the bed, he positioned himself carefully on top of her, considering her recent injuries; when she snaked a hand under his T-shirt, he took it off...

He wondered how far she wanted to go. They kissed for a long time, ten fifteen minutes he guessed, before she got the courage to ask for more. He loved making her do the first step, as much as she always blushed and hesitated. She opened her fly and led his hand down her jeans. He knew exactly what to do.

„Yesss," she hissed when his fingers found her heat.

It was a bright day, no curtains or blinds, and yet she opened her button-down blouse in seconds.

„Stretch me, Sam," she gave him the familiar direction.

So that's how far she wanted to go. Was it him or was she following Dean's school of Fixing Everything with Sex™? She probably thought she was doing this for him. Little did she know that he was going to let her have him for her.

In a minute she was naked, and Sam was chuckling because just with her sling and splint on she looked ridiculous and hot at the same time.

„Hey, I'm trying to have some hot sex here," she pouted.

With her healing ribs in mind, he softly kissed up her torso and groaned when she urged him by grasping his crotch.

„Nothing's changed, still love you," he said what she needed to hear.

It took him just a few seconds to lock the door, find the lube along with a condom and take off his pants. He went back to stretching her while flicking her nipples with his tongue but she insisted: „Now, Sam."

This hot and fast thing wasn't a good idea, he thought – his girls needed much more preparation. But why not stretch her with the shaft itself, that should work as long as he had everything under control.

Gratefull that her legs weren't harmed at all, he hooked her ankles on his left shoulder.

„Noo," she moaned, „closer."

Like a child torn away from its mother, she reached her arms towards him and showed the distance between them.

„Alright," he accepted another challenge.

He decided to lay her on her healthier shoulder and lie down behind her. They weren't face to face but with both of them on their sides, they were definitely body to body.

He tried to be as gentle as possible when entering her. He didn't need to be more than half-way in; the rest of the job would be done by her thighs.

„Keep them together, honey," he instructed her, choosing a slow thrusting rhythm.

„Oh yes, Sam," she purred.

With one arm under her head and the hand hovering above her fragile torso only to be grasped by Chloe's eager hands, Sam used the other hand to stimulate her clit, completely enveloping her in his body.

Just as he got into the right rhytm, her leg rose, moved behind her and clamped around his thigh.

„Chloe, no, angel, I need them pressed together," Sam groaned at the loss of pressure.

Not answering, Chloe just did one of those bendy things, her body sliding lower on his chest as she curved her pelvis so that she gave him almost full penetration.

Sam grunted her name so harshly it was beyond recognition. He still couldn't believe he could fit into someone so tiny. He only needed a slight change to the angle and he was all the way inside, Chloe's leg encouraging him to do so.

Self-control slipping, Sam sped up, the darkness inside him enjoying Chloe's mewls that were part aroused part uncomfortable. In a surge of need for dominance, Sam bit down on her neck, scraping his teeth across her alabaster skin just enough so as not to draw blood.

Yet at the same time, with his fingers applying proper pressure on her pearl, Sam made sure the finish wouldn't be only about him.

„Sorry about that," he huffed after a few minutes of gasping silence.

„It's okay," Chloe sighed contentedly.

Sam smiled when he saw her stretch and cuddle to him with absolute satisfaction.

„Love you too," she whispered against his heart.

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They didn't make it to Texas the way they planned.

First of all, using his rearview mirror became uncomfortable for Dean. Instead of catching Chloe in one of her positions on the backseat, all of which tended to show off her pretty legs, Dean could see only a bit of Chloe and a whole lot of Davis.

This car was fucking overpopulated.

Then, they found the road blocked by a trucker. It was in the middle of nowhere which had the Hunters alert. The truck driver's eyes didn't turn jet black until he drew the gun.

He drew the gun on Chloe.

„It's you! You fucking bitch!"

Suddenly, there was Davis in front of Chloe, blocking every bullet that went her way with his body. He didn't even flinch when they hit him.

So quickly Sam and Dean couldn't register it, Davis moved to the demon and RIPPED the gun-holding arm OFF. The demon screamed.

„Holy water for the Third Eye!" Chloe pulled a flask out of her jacket and ran towards Davis.

„Stay back. I think my hand's working just fine," the demon's head was clasped by Davis's hands, forehead to nape, the demon's remaining arm trying to push him away unsuccessfully.

„Who the fuck are you?" the demon screeched.

„Who the fuck are you?" Davis asked back, coldly.

Of course the demon wouldn't talk. That was, until the pressure on his head amplified. Several screaks later, their enemy started talking, skipping from „You're not supposed to be here, the Brothers were supposed to be alone!" and „We heard some bitch diverted them from their prophesied way, I'm here to kill her," to surprising details like „You're fucked anyway, soon it'll be Midsummer when all secret entrances open and we'll find our way to the Devil's Gate!"

Sam and Dean inched closer to see the demon trying to escape his vessel, yet Davis's hand truly kept him inside.

„Anything else we need from him?" Davis asked.

„I don't think so," Sam answered when no one else did.

„Thank you," Davis mocked the demon before he squeezed his head hard enough for it to burst open, painting the side of the truck with blood and brain juice.

Eew.

„I'm sorry, Chloe," Davis turned around, the splash of bodily fluids covering his chest and hands and even his chin. „But I think I really needed it."

Chloe just stared at the body. And stared and stared.

At last, enough hints were dropped for Sam and Dean to become afraid of Davis Bloome.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm sick right now so my proof-reading skills are a little off, sorry about that.

Also, I found out that if I work hard enough, I may be able get my BA in both Japanese and English this year. I wasn't expecting it to work out so soon after Japan, so it's gonna be a hell of an academic year.

Which means that my updates are probably about to take even longer. I'm so sorry, I can't imagine reading someone's story at such a terrible pace, I myself don't even like waiting a whole weak for another episode of my favourite TV show!

Love,

Angie

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