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Chapter 1: Unpacking and Goodbyes

"Where do you want these boxes," asked a voice behind two stacks of boxes.

Chloe turn around from her unpacking and smile at the man.

"Put them in the kitchen, strong man," she said following the guy in the kitchen. The man put the boxes on the counter next to the sink to reveal the super human, Clark Kent. Clark turns to face his friend and return her smile. "Thanks Clark, I couldn't haul all these boxes in by myself." Chloe moved pass Clark to open the boxes he brought in and unpack the newspaper wrapped items.

"You're welcome. I just can't believe you're moving in your very own apartment," he said observing the apartment fully.

"What is there to believe Clark? It's about time I have a place on my own. It's not much but it's mine."

Chloe too observe her place. The apartment was small with two small bedrooms and a bathroom to separate them. The living room was a perfect cubicle shape room with three side windows on the adjacent side of the apartment's entrance door. The kitchen was small with only a wall with a view of the living room separating the two rooms. It was equipped with a refrigerator and an oven along with a steel sink and five compartment cabinets. Shaking the marvel of the room out of her mind, she continues to unpack the boxes.

"It's great. I'm really happy for you. At least one of us is moving up in the world," Clark said putting a bowel in the cabinet.

"Clark you're moving up, just slowly. Besides, you have a wonderful job as it is. You know saving people and all. If only you make yourself known then…"

"Chloe you know I can't do that."

"I know Clark. I'm just messing with you," Chloe said moving out of the kitchen and into the living room to unpack some more boxes. "You know you could always come and work with me at the Daily Planet. You would be perfect there."

The only reply she got from Clark was him shaking his head and finishing unpacking the boxes in the kitchen. Smiling, she opens another box and found stacks of folders. She opens one folder to find some of her old articles she wrote in high school. Opening another folder she found that it had pictures of her friends and another one with pictures from her "Wall of Weird." Reaching for another folder in the box, she found that it had one picture in it. A picture of the Winchester's family. She looked down at the four year old boy and the baby he was next to in the picture. It made Chloe think about the grown up version of the little boys in the picture and she smiled. It's been a long time since she seen them after leaving Mercer, South Carolina. She wondered what demon or supernatural being they could possibly be fighting right now. Even though that was the last time she seen them, it wasn't the last time she talked to them. Once she arrived back to Smallville, she had been writing to them by instant emailing until one email two months ago ended all that. That was the last time she heard from them. She begins to think about the couple of instant messaging they send to each other.

Two months ago:

Hey Sam, how are you guys?

We're good. Hanging in there. You?

I'm good. I've finally moving up from backrooms and internship at the Daily Planet and now have my very own desk. It's not the top just yet but I'm moving up. I getting paid now and is planning to save up for an apartment.

That's good, I'm happy for you. Oh, yeah Dean says hi.

Really or is that you saying it for him?

He really said it. Shock myself but he said it.

Wow, that is a real shocker. Anyway, how is the hunting going?

It's going. The same o' but we're getting through.

Heard anything from your father?

Besides, the coordinates he keep sending us, no.

What about the thing that, you know?

No.

Oh, well that's good right? It's not killing anyone else.

Yes its good but we still want to find it and kill it.

Yeah, I guess I could understand that.

Yeah listen, congratulation on your new position and I'll write to you again later

Okay, bye.

Bye

A week later…

Hey guys how are you. It's been a week now and I'm getting worried.

No answer

Okay well, I just wanted to tell you guys that I found an apartment. It's small but affordable. I'm not sure when the moving date is but soon it'll be mine.

Still no answer

Is everything alright? Answer me please

Hi Chloe

What took you so long to write back?

Listen Chloe, things are getting a little hectic here. We should reframe from writing for awhile.

Why, did you find the thing that killed your mother? What is it?

Maybe later once we get things figure out ourselves, we can talk again. But right now, we have to stop. I promise we'll write back.

Okay.

Okay, bye.

Bye but be careful

We will.

Now it's been two months and still no reply from them since.

"Is that them," Clark said standing behind her. Chloe jumped and dropped the folder in the box. She looks back at Clark and places her hand over her heart to keep it from jumping out. "The Winchesters, the reason you left Smallville to go looking for… is that them?"

Looking back down at the picture and grabbing it in her hand, she answer, "Yes, it's them. Twenty two years ago."

"What happen to them, back then I mean?"

"Well, a fire in their home killed their mother."

"That's awful… but, why go looking for them twenty two years later if that's all that happened?"

"Yeah well, that's just half of it."

"What do you mean?"

"In one of the articles that I found in the Daily Planet, the father claims that it wasn't the fire that killed his wife but something else. A demon killed her."

"A demon?"

"Yeah. A psychologist said that John, the father, told him that something held his wife up over his son's crib with a deep gash over her stomach and then burn the house. He and his two sons were the only ones who made it alive."

"He sounds crazy to me."

"I thought so too until I went searching for them. After the fire, John took his sons with him to go search for the thing that killed his wife. He found out that there are more things out there then just that demon. So he decided to kill those things, the supernatural, so no one could get hurt by other evil. He trained his sons to help go after the supernatural while still focuses on the real reason he is doing all this."

"To find the demon who killed his wife."

"Yeah."

"You said you only met the sons, where is the father?"

"I don't know. They were looking for him also. You know, when I met them, I thought they were going to be crazy as how the newspaper said they would be, but they weren't. They were as normal as you and me."

"You say it as if you know them."

"I don't really but after what they told me and what I've seen, I…I understand their predicament."

"Yeah but demons, Chloe…"

"Is it so hard to believe that there are other thing out in the world beside aliens and meteor freaks? It may sound crazy but believe me, Clark, it's real."

"That's not what I'm saying and you know that."

"Then what Clark, what are you saying? Why am I angry with you? I shouldn't get work up over this. I should forget about them. Right?"

"Chloe…"

"You know, since I started this whole searching thing, it felt like I was meant to find them. Human fighting evil, the unexplained…sort of like you fighting the meteor freaks. You both want to keep your secret from the world but you guys don't know how good it would do if people knew how well protected they are."

"They won't understand."

"Yeah," she said putting the picture back in the box. "That what they told me and I understand that. But what I don't understand, compared to you, why they don't want my help."

"Maybe they don't want you to get close."

"Yeah but it still doesn't explain why they would stop writing too."

"You write to them?"

"Yeah, well use to. You know what I think? I think they are scared of getting close to someone, for fear that they'll lose someone."

"If they're anything like me, they'd know that what they do is dangerous and don't want to see you get hurt."

"I'm hurt not knowing if they are okay, Clark. It's been two months and two months is a lot of worrying and I hate worrying."

She grabbed the box and head to one of the rooms. She got half way to the room until she stopped.

"Let's hurry up and get everything unpacked. I have a lot of things to do tomorrow and I don't want to have to deal with this."

AN: I know not much is happening but what do you think of it so far. Review and let me know please.