Prologue

Dean was behind the laptop doing hours of endless research. While Sam being Sam, was brooding while trying to get some shut eyes. Dean always wondered when Sam will be happy again. Maybe Stanford was the trick. Did Dean drag Sam away from happiness even though Jess died there? Maybe Sam would be better off grieving with his friends not his brother.

Sam silently watched Dean from across the room. He knew one day he would have to thank Dean for helping him escape the hell of College. He never admitted it, ok once he admitted he was a freak even at college, but he never admitted that he was the social outcast. Being 6'5 didn't exactly help fit the bill either. If it weren't for Jess, Sam would have dropped out and joined Dean again even though hunting was as much fun as getting a root canal. But hell for Dean he do anything. Dean was his American Idol. Hell he can even sing better then some of the contestants too. But one day he would thank Dean for being the Mom that his real Mom would have been proud of.

"You still awake over there?" Dean asked.

"What's to you?"

"Its, called being a big brother, smartass"

"Dean, I am fine, I am just not tired"

"What ever just don't be bitching tomorrow when it your turn to drive"

"Deaaannnnnn"

"You know, you have same whinny voice since you where a kid"

"And you have the same ugly face"

"Oh nice come back"

"Dean, did you find anything …like a new gig?"

"Nah dude, same old shit" Dean said while turning off the computer and crashing into his own hot pink bed. What's with the owner of this cheap hotel infatuation with Pink? Dean concluded the owner was a demon. The owner must have even like that Snuggle Bear. Now he has 2 things he wanted to hunt down. Sam fell asleep as soon as Dean shut off the lights. Dean watched Sam, making sure his little brother was still alive. Yea Dean thought this was ridiculous but as the older sibling, it was his job to be the Mom, Dad, Doctor and the Lawyer for when you're stupid brother lands himself in jail.

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It's nearly midnight and Chloe was the only one still at the Daily Planet, as always. She sat behind the computer typing away on some story that her boss assigned her - another redundant story about a dog beauty pageant. One day she will be laughing at the other interns who will have to do this mediocre work too. Clark running full speeds into her office. He was wearing his famous blue tee with the red jacket and baggy jeans. Chloe quickly glanced up and thought to herself "does this boy own any other clothes?". Lois always did mock Clark's style and Chloe was beginning to agree with her cousin. Deep down inside Chloe could not understand for the life of her why Lana couldn't accept Clark for who he was…even with his secrets. After all everyone have secrets. Just some are bigger then others…well some won't get you probed by the FBI, Chloe thought to herself.

"Clark! I'm working here."

She bends down to pick her papers off the floor. Clark kneels down to help her.

"Oh Chloe I'm sorry."

They caught each other's eye. Clark looked at Chloe and would never admit to himself that she the one person he can count on and be in love with at the same time. She was not afraid to admit how she felt about him or how different he is. In her eyes, Clark was the boy who grew up on a farm. Clark would soon realize that Chloe would be more involved in his life than he could possibly imagine.

Chloe began to blush.

"Umm (she curls her hair behind her ear) thanks Clark." She says as Clark hands her some papers.

"I'm sorry I rushed in here but we have a crisis on our hands." He says as he clenches his jaw in worry.

"Clark, what's wrong?"

"Zod is coming"

"Zod?"

"The person who destroyed Krypton"

"And what is he doing here in Smallville"

"Destroying Earth"

"Any more information you can give me?"

"Nothing I know of right now, all I know is that he needs a human form to carry out his plans"

"And you have no clue how his destruction will be carried out? Or who he will possess?"

Clark stared blankly, hoping Chloe might have noticed anyone acting peculiar.

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Sam jerked around in his sleep repeating one word over and over.

Zod.

Dean sitting up in bed watching his brother intently. His first reaction was to wake Sam up but this nightmare seems different then the others. It was like Sam was speaking another language. Now Dean knew that Sam was the brain in the family when it came to other languages but even this one was beyond understanding. Dean quickly got out his journal and wrote down Zod.

Sam bolted up from his sleep like he was in a trance. Quickly raced to Dean's bed and slide his hand under Dean's pillow. Grab the knife that Dean kept there for precaution because Dean was never scared; no not his big brother. Sam started carving the Zod symbol into the table between the beds.

Dean was startled and was taken back by this and began tracing in his Journal what Sam was drawing. All of sudden Sam collapse on to Dean's bed like he just went back to sleep. Dean being the swift hunter quickly snatches the knife out of Sam's hand before anyone could be stabbed.

"Sam?"

"mmmmmhmmmm?"

"Wake up"

"Why do you have a hooker coming over?"

"Dude just wake up"

Sam groaned as he sat up and quickly looked around in confusion.

"Dean, how did I end up here on your bed?"

"I don't know, but do these symbols and word mean anything to you"

Sam stared at the journal.

"We need to get to Smallville and stop this Zod"

"Ok random, how'd you know all that?"

"I don't know. It was like someone was feeding me the information…"

"Well we better leave now"

"Why its 2am"

"Well carving in hotel furniture is a big nono"

They quickly packed and headed to Smallville.

(day later)

Sam and Dean where face to face with Clark and Chloe.

Sam some how knew he was suppose to met Clark.

Dean some how knew he was suppose to hit on Chloe.