AN: Thanks for the reviews, I really thought that you guys will think it was kind of rushing it. Them accepting Clark so quick. Anyway, here is another chapter, Enjoy.

Chapter 6: Battle

Chloe was the first to wake up. She raised her arms to stretch as she made her way out of her room and into the living room where she was brought back to the realization of what happen last night. She didn't clean up most of the debris that were scattered all over her floor and the cave-in walls were the main focus that hit her hard at how yesterday event happened.

Finally taking her eyes off of the holes in the walls, she continued her walk into the living room. She looked over the sofa to see that Sam was still sleep and would continue that way from the looks of it. Picking into the other room, Dean was also asleep. Of course they would still be asleep. From what their bodies been through yesterday and in Chicago, they carve sleep. After taking a shower and getting dress, Chloe decided on getting some breakfast at the Talon. She walks in to find Mrs. Kent setting up fresh baked muffins and brewing, from the scent of it, French vanilla coffee.

"Hi Mrs. Kent," Chloe called sitting on one of the stools in front of the counter.

"Chloe," Mrs. Kent said with surprise and confusion in her voice.

"Let me guess, you thought I was kidnapped too?"

"Well, yeah, Lana called I was scared to hear that you was kidnapped, but Clark came back last night to say it was a mistake. I guess it just surreal that you are here, after what I heard."

"Yeah it's just like Clark said a simple mistake. Some old friends of mine stop by and wanted a place to stay for awhile. No big deal."

"Oh okay, well I'm glad everything is okay. Anything I could do to help make your friends feel welcome?"

"Yes you may, by letting me help myself to your fresh made muffins and coffee."
"Help yourself."

"Thanks Mrs. Kent."

Mrs. Kent handed Chloe a bag full of muffins and turn to fix her some coffee.

"So how many coffees do you need?"

"Three."

While Mrs. Kent fix her coffees, Chloe turn around to see Lana walking through the door. She stopped dead in her track when she saw Chloe. Chloe smiled at her knowing exactly what she was thinking.

"Hi Lana, I…"

Chloe was interrupted by Lana running up to her and hugging her.

"Chloe oh my god, I was so scared I thought that maybe…"

"It's okay Lana I'm fine. I mean I would of thought the same thing if I was in your place. But really everything alright, they were just friends."

"I know Clark told me, the Winchesters."

"Yeah they're staying with me for awhile. They're taking a break from their "work" to recuperate."

"Are they alright, I mean you make it sound as if they're hurt, badly?"

"No, they're fine, it just their work, it take a lot out of them."

"Oh."

"Did you say Winchesters? Are they the family you went to go look for two months ago," Martha asked interrupting their conversation.

Turning around in her chair to face Martha, Chloe answered. "Yeah, they are."

"And you're letting them stay with you," she asked. Her motherly instinct kicking in when she realizes that the boys are staying with Chloe.

"Mrs. Kent I appreciate the concern but they're nice young men. They wouldn't do anything to hurt me, I swear."

"Okay," she said still a little worried. "But if they are planning to stay awhile I would like to meet them. They can come over to the farm and have dinner with us tonight."

"Um," Chloe stammered getting out off the stool. "I don't think that…they are into the whole family thing. You know since their mother died and everything. It's probably not a good idea."

"Well at least talk it over with them, I don't want them to feel like strangers if they're going to be staying in Smallville. And how you make it sound like their line of work is going, they'd need a nice dinner to feel welcome along with the apartment you're letting them stay in." Chloe sigh.

"I can ask them," Chloe said grabbing the carrier with her three coffees and her bag and left out the door.

Sam was woken by the sound of the floor board creaking and someone moving towards him. He quickly sat up to see his brother moving towards him. He soon regrets his fast movement when he was hit with sharp pain down his back.

"Oh man, Dean you scared me."

"Just checking to see if you're alert little brother," he said plopping down on the couch. He closed his eyes against his own pain when he sat down.

"You're in pain too, huh?"

"Nope."

"Man I feel like I had been hit by a truck," Sam said moving his legs to the edge of the couch.

"Sorry you feel that way," Dean said patting Sam on the shoulder. Sam winces at the gesture and lean his back against the couch.

"You were hit twice; don't tell me you're not feeling the pain?"

"No I'm not, and you know why…because I was sleeping in a bed," he smiled.

"Yeah rub it in my face why don't you. I still don't think flipping a coin prove anything. I let you have the bed because you were hurt worst then me."

"Yeah whatever Sammy," he said getting up from the couch and to the kitchen. Sam followed behind.

"Where's Chloe," Sam asked leaning in the opening that separate the kitchen and the living room.

"I don't know she was gone when I woke up," Dean said looking in the refrigerator.

"Are we ever going to tell her?"

"Tell her what Sam," he said closing the refrigerator.

"About why we had to stop writing her…don't you think she deserve to know?"

"Sam…"

"Dean, why don't you tell her? Tell her everything, tell her the truth."

"The truth, Sam…she can't handle the truth. You want me to tell her that we had to let her go because we were getting attach. That getting attach to us mean your life could be in danger. That it's best if you just forget about us and go live your happy, normal life, is that what you want me to tell her. I don't know if you notice Sam but the truth hurts. And it will probably hurt her."

"And you think by not telling her why we stop writing her will not?" Dean didn't say anything. "Dean what is up with you? Lately you been snapping at everyone, especially mine, head off and it's really getting old. What's wrong," Sam said giving his brother a concern look.

"You want to know what's wrong with me. You is what wrong me, this place, Chloe, everything is what wrong Sam."

"Dean…"

"No, Sam I don't want to hear it alright."

"Well do you want to leave?"

Dean was about to answer but the front door shot open, and Chloe was struggling to get her key out the key hole and carry the bag and coffee's carrier in at the same time.

"Guys a little help please." Sam walked over to her and grabbed the bag and carrier from her. Dean was still in the kitchen, rubbing at his face and hair in frustration before he stepped out of the kitchen. He watched as Chloe grabbed her key and closed the door.

"Ah, I thought I'll never make it up here without dropping something. How did you guys sleep,' she asked looking to one Winchester to the other.

"Great,' Sam said putting the items in his hands on the counter.

"Good. I didn't want to wake you guys; you were sleeping like babies," she smiles. "So I went out and grab some breakfast."

"Thanks Chloe but you really didn't have to do this."

"No problem it's fine."

Chloe walked pass them as she took her coat off and Sam turn to look at Dean. Sam gave him the "tell her" look before putting a smile on his face when Chloe turn back to face them.

"I didn't know what you guys like so I just stuck with muffins and coffee, I hope that's fine."

"Yeah it's good," Sam said answering once again since his brother wasn't saying anything. "Hey Chloe…"

"Where are your towels," Dean said interrupting Sam.

"Oh they're in the box in the bathroom. I haven't got around to unpacking them yet."

Dean walked pass her and to his bag. Grabbing some clothes and some of his bath items, he left to go to the bathroom. Chloe and Sam both watch as he disappeared from sight. After a minute the shower was cut on.

"I hope you like banana nut bread," Chloe said digging in the bag.

"Yeah, yeah I do."

Sam was sipping on his coffee when the room fell to an unbearable silence while they ate. Chloe was looking towards the bathroom where Dean hasn't yet made his appearance. It's been thirty minutes and the shower stopped twenty minutes ago. He saw the concern look she was giving the door and decided to intervene.

"Thanks again for the coffee and muffins, it's really great."

"You're welcome," looking away from the door and to Sam. With one last look to the door she decides to ask. "What's wrong with him? He has been acting strange since he got here. Like…"

"Un- Dean, yeah I know. I don't know. I mean some of what I know is from the pain that he obviously hiding. But from beyond that I don't know." Chloe look at the door once again. Come on Dean this is getting scary. Your brother is even worried about you.

After a long hot shower, Dean was out of the tub, wounds rewrapped, dressed, and daily bathroom routine done. He just couldn't leave, at least not yet. His mind was set in a conflicting battle between telling the truth, keeping the truth, Chicago, and Chloe. Everything jumbling around in his head, making his head hurt. Once he had one affliction down and solved, the others just brought more pain and confusion. He just wishes it was an easier way to get rid of them. Just tell her the truth. Sam's word echoes in his head made things worst. Telling Chloe what you did would be the last thing to do, his thought painfully said. "I can't tell her," Dean said rubbing his head.

Two months ago:

Dean was staring at the screen of the laptop. It was dark in the motel they rented and Sam was asleep. The only light coming from the room was the one coming from the laptop which was set on the instant messenger. Some words were appearing in the box as Dean stared at it. It was Chloe. Finally giving in, he types something down.

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.

He let his face sink into his hand after typing his goodbyes.

"What are you doing," said a voice behind him.

"Sam…" was all Dean could get out when Sam reach pass him and took the laptop away from him.

"Dean what were you thinking," Sam asked looking up from the laptop and throwing his brother a confuse look.

"I'm thinking clearly. I've been thinking about this for a while and I think that writing to Chloe should stop."

"Dean…"

"It's not good to get attach Sam. You said it yourself that our family is curse and I told you a million times you can't get close to people, especial in our line of work."

"Dean this is Chloe we're talking about. She's a friend, an ally, someone we trust."

"The better reason for us to cut her off, we're putting her in danger."

"Dean, why are you doing this?"

"I…I don't want to see... her get hurt... I…" Dean didn't finish his sentence and went into the bathroom.

"Dean…"

During the time in Mercer when he met Chloe and after, he's been thinking about her. A lot happened there besides the case and their little run in with the reporter. Dean had to put down his differences toward Chloe and trust her. Let her in, which took sometime but it happened. But he also found that he grew attracted to her, which scared him. The last time he gave someone his heart or let someone in, which that someone threw it back at him. He admits it, it hurt but she told him, after some explaining from both ends of the relationship, that there was no hope for them. And after that he closed himself up again, afraid to open up to someone, that someone being Chloe. Aside from that, both of the Winchesters, old and young, lost their love ones from the same demon that started this whole family's crusade. Love to him is not an option, it's a distraction, a death sentences. He can't care for Chloe. Dean's headache finally turned into a migraine, he cleared the fog from the mirror and look at himself. He looks as if he's been fighting for days in a battle that keep progressing.

You can't fight it, you care too much. You care for her. You've lost, his thoughts told him.

Dean lowered his head in defeat.

AN: So what do you think? I enjoyed writing this chapter. I love the conflict he has with himself and giving in to defeat when he couldn't fight his feelings for Chloe.