Disclamer: I do not own Supernatural/Smallville or it's characters. They belong to the WB soon becoming the CW network. Below is a piece of fiction, which has come from my imagination and has NOT, happened in Supernatural/Smallville.
Story: Supernatural/Smallville Crossover
Timeline: Season One Supernatural, Season's 4 & 5 of Smallville
Character focus: Sam & Dean (Not Slash), Dean/Chloe, Sam/Lois
Dark Motives
Chapter Two
On The Road – Present DayThe brothers had been driving for over eight hours with pit stops in-between, since Sam's vision Dean had been quiet and Sam didn't like it. Dean was never quiet, Sam took a glance at his brother he opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it again.
What was it about Smallville that had got Dean so spooked?
"Dean"
"Hmm"
"What is special about Smallville?" Sam asked knowing that it was stupid to pray into anyone's past let alone his brothers. Not taking his eyes off the road Dean let out a heavy sigh, he knew that question was coming. He tightened his grip on the wheel trying to control the sudden burst of anger that was threatening to surface.
"I don't know…you had the vision" he spat back not really meaning to, Sam shook his head
"Dean, tell me" Sam replied a little more harshly than he had intended. Dean closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, finding a safe spot he pulled the Impala to a stop.
"You really want to know?" Dean asked his face becoming serious Sam nodded in response
Smallville, Kansas 2004
"I need to ask a favour," he told them
"And what favour would that be?" Jonathan asked again eyeing Dean suspiciously, Dean sighed heavily and scratched the back of his head nervously.
"I need you guys to help me fake my own death"
"What?" Lana and Chloe gasped the two friends looked at each other confused
"I need to cover my tracks," he continued
"What tracks, Jason your not making any sense" Jonathan stated giving the ex-football coach a quizzical look
"My name- my real name- is Dean Winchester. My dad and I were on a hunting trip in Paris having finally tracking down Genevieve Teague. The day Lana and I met; she changed her plans and was intent on going after her. So true Winchester style I clipped her, although I didn't expect her to fight back,"
Dean explained, a small chuckle escaping his lips.
"Wait. What do you mean her plans changed, and why was she going after me?" Lana asked giving Chloe a skeptical look, Chloe shrugged in response.
"She knew we were closing in on her, so naturally she had to change her plans, knock us off course, but we were one step ahead of her" Dean explained
"But why Lana?" Chloe asked looking at her friend with concerned eyes
"Honestly I don't know" he replied again wishing for the presence of his younger brother.
"So how do you expect to die?" Jonathan asked Dean sighed heavily and took out one of the shotguns from the trunk,
"You know how to use one?" he asked Jonathan laughed at his comment and opened the gun,
"I may be a farmer but I sure as hell know how to use one" he replied shutting the gun again and looking down the barrel.
"But Jason- I'm sorry Dean, that will kill you I mean really kill you" Chloe said suddenly Dean smiled at the budding reporter and threw Jonathan two rock salt pellets.
"Rock salt" he replied, " It won't kill me, it will just hurt like a son of a bitch"
"I can't just shoot you" Jonathan replied, "I'm not that type of man"
"I'll pretend to go postal on you, kidnap you and Martha, demanding to know what you've done with my mother aim the gun which will also be filled with rock salt and pretend to shoot, then in self defence you can kill me or at least pretend to anyway" Jonathan nodded reluctantly, he still didn't like the idea but what could go wrong.
"Will I ever see you again?" Lana asked her voice barely above a whisper Dean frowned and bit his bottom lip,
"Um I'm afraid you won't, I can't come back" Lana swallowed hard removing the lump from the back of her throat.
"I'm sorry" Dean whispered bringing her into a soft kiss.
"Oh" Sam replied after listening to his story, Dean started up the engine and pulled the Impala back onto the road, if they were lucky they would reach Smallville by sun down.
"Ha! I so win suckers" Lois Lane proclaimed loudly as she gathered up the matchsticks that were piled high in the middle of the table,
"Lois there only matchsticks" her cousin Chloe reminded her while shaking her head,
"Yeah whatever, your just sour that you lost" she replied smirking smugly back,
"Who could that be?" Chloe wondered as she looked up at the clock on the wall, she sighed heavily and went to the door.
"Tell them were closed" Lois barked not looking up from counting her winnings, Chloe shook her head and unbolted the door,
"Sorry but were…" she trailed off mid sentence looking at the man that was now stood before her, color drained from her face.
"Hey Chloe"
A/N: Thanks for the reviews. Next Chapter Should be along Sunday
