Dean arrived early the next morning and as instructed had three steaming cups of coffee. Course if he was counting this would be his fifth cup. Adrenaline had sobered him quickly last night but the drive had been long and he had needed something to keep him sharp. There were a thousand questions he needed answers to. How the hell had Sam gotten out of the panic room. How had he made it to Smallville so fast? But mostly how was he able to call Dean and speak to him?

He should have been an animal. A creature unable to form thoughts beyond his most basic needs. And yet he had sounded fine. A little strained but otherwise fine.

Dean had Bobby making sure there wasn't anything Sam might have done on the way to Smallville and so far there was nothing. Sam had traversed hundreds of miles while in full shift and not harmed a soul. Not even a random animal killing. Dean wasn't sure if that was comforting or not. To have the kind of single minded focus to get to Chloe didn't bode well.

Were they now a trio? Because if Sam could break out during a full moon there was certainly nothing Dean could think of that would be able to stop his gargantuan sized, supercharged, werewolf brother.

He tried not to think about it. Her online creds aside, there was no way of knowing if she could handle herself. One angry spirit did not make a hunter.

Walking up the stairs he put the coffee down in the hallway and took out the tranq gun before knocking on the door. Listening intently he waited. He couldn't hear anything and started to imagine all sorts of horrible scenarios. Banging louder he called out Sam's name.

Still nothing. There was no way anyone could sleep through the noise. He took a step back and kicked down the door. The wooden frame splitting as the door crashed in. Moving slowly he scanned the room. Everything looked as it should be. Moving slowly further into the apartment he kept the gun up and swept each room. In the living room he found the cast offs of Chloe's first aid kit. A few bloody rags but nothing that should cause any concern. Moving further he found the door to her bedroom. Pushing it open he walked in. Bracing himself for the worst.

"Nice one Sammy." Dean whispered the words under his breath. "Wake up sleeping beauty!" Dean banged on the door and watched as Sam stirred. Sniffing the air before growling slightly. Dean wasn't prepared for what happened next.

Sam leapt from the bed and pressed Dean back into the door. The tranq gun falling uselessly to the ground. Sam was snarling and angry and also very, very naked.

"Sam, Hey it's me big guy." Dean's voice was calm and he watched as Sam took in his words and seemed to relax. He released his brother and took a step back.

"Put on some pants man!" Dean covered his eyes and turned away.

"Sam?" Chloe started to wake up and Sam immediately moved to her side. She smiled up at him before realizing they weren't alone. Pulling the sheets up tight she turned towards the door. "You better have coffee."

"Be right back." Dean vanished out into the hallway and Chloe could hear him drag the door. She shuddered to think how much damage he had done.

Chloe turned her attention back to Sam. He was checking her over with his hands and her body was responding. She moaned softly and Sam growled low in response. Pulling back slightly she frowned. His brother was in the room. Now wasn't the time.

"Put some clothes on." Sam snarled at her. Apparently he was a bit unhappy about Dean seeing her naked. Couldn't argue with that. She certainly wouldn't call herself an exhibitionist. Jumping out of bed she ran to her closet. She could feel Sam's eyes on her causing her heart to race. Images of last night flashed in her mind. She had never felt anything like that before.

Sam growled low and it sent shivers across Chloe's skin. She grabbed the nearest pair of pants and pulled them on quickly before Sam got the better of her. "You know you should put some pants on too. Family or not I don't think Dean wants to see you naked." Sam chuckled but pulled on the pants. A moment later she heard Dean come back in and the smell of coffee tickled her nose.

She thought it odd that the smell was so strong but it was too tempting to do anything but head into the other room. Sam grabbed her arm as she moved past him and pulled her to his side. Kissing her quickly before leading her out.

"As demanded." Dean handed both Chloe and Sam a cup and sat down on the couch. There was a bag next to him that he tossed to Sam. He unzipped it and pulled himself out a shirt. Before he put it on he pulled off the bandage and inspected the bullet wound. Chloe gasped when she realized it was gone. Except for a tiny pink mark it was like it had never happened.

"Told you he heals quick." Dean just smiled at her. Sam pulled on the shirt and settled on the couch next to Chloe. He immediately put his arm around her and pulled her to his side. Dean noticed the way she went willingly and couldn't help but smile. "I think it's time for some serious explanations. Starting with just how much you've been hiding from me these last few weeks."

Sam frowned. "I've been dosing myself with a diluted version of the tranq for the last week."

"Explains why you could tear the door to the panic room off. What about the fact that you were" Dean waved his hands at his brother. "Well Human last night?

"I wasn't until I got here. I ran here faster than I would have thought possible. Leapt to the balcony and broke in but the minute I was inside I calmed. The wolf receded and I was just me again." Chloe reached for his hand and held it. Dean noticed the concern on her face. Sam was talking about breaking into her home and she was worried about him.

"Glad to hear your lady isn't into bestiality." Sam growled at his brother and Dean just smiled. Sam had stayed human during the full moon. Whatever was going on between the two of them they could figure it out. The only thing that mattered now was that somehow they had managed to avoid the worst part of the curse.

"So now that everyone is through with the pleasantries and caffeinated can we get to the question and answer part?" Chloe smiled at the two brothers and reached for Sam's leg. For some reason she just needed to touch him. It calmed her.

"Okay question one. What do you know about the supernatural?" Dean turned towards Chloe.

"Hmm, the short version?" Dean nodded. " Vamps, ghosts and shape shifters are real, sadly Bigfoot and unicorns, not so much."

"Pop quiz. How do you kill them?" Sam just huffed. Annoyed with his brother for reasons he wasn't quite sure.

"Cut the head off, salt and burn, silver knife." She turned back to Sam. "My turn. Let's start with last night."

"We already went over the part where he's all wolfy." Chloe blushed as Sam's stared at her. "Bigger question right now is how you were human last night?"

"Yeah well that is a bit of a mystery to all of us." Chloe looked away from Sam at the sound of Dean's voice. "We found a few whispers but nothing…"

Sam turned towards his brother. His lip curling in a snarl. Chloe reached out and put her hand on his thigh. "I understand secrets and I'm not asking you to tell me your entire life story but if it has anything to do with what's going on here I need to know."

"It ridiculous really. Fairytale foolishness." Dean shook his head at the words. Sure it seemed like a silly joke and yet Chloe was sitting next to his brother and she obviously felt something for him. Dean didn't know what love felt like but he knew was it looked like. The constant touching. The looks they shared. Fate or something else? Didn't matter. They were good for each other.

"There are some texts that talk about a beta, a true mate." Sam couldn't look at her while he explained it.

"And you think I'm your mate?" Chloe sounded confused but she had to admit saying the word out loud caused something deep inside her to smile. When she looked at Sam she felt things she shouldn't. Things she hadn't thought possible. Mate? The word implied things she wasn't ready for. Things she thought she didn't want. But there he was. Sitting next to her on her couch after last night. She got hot just thinking about it. Saw growled low in his throat as if he could read her mind and her pulse racketed up higher.

"Look. Sam and I aren't big believers in happily ever after but he came here. To you and he was human last night. Human. I don't think you get what that means."

"How long have you been infected?" Chloe ignored Dean. She wasn't ready to face what this might mean.

"About a year and every full moon I drug and chain myself to make sure I don't tear out some one's throat. For three nights out of every month I am a monster."

Dean watched as Chloe's face fell. Not from fear or shock but from compassion. Dean had to smile at that. If there was such a thing as fate he had made an excellent choice when he decided to pick her for his brother.

"One bite, that's all it takes and the curse is passed on." Chloe's hand went to her shoulder. The image of last night flashing in her mind. The moment when Sam had… Bit her? Feeling with her hands there was nothing. Not even a tender spot. Maybe she had imagined it? Last night was a bit of a blur.

Even if he hadn't bitten her he had wanted to. Even now the wolf was telling him to claim her. Mark her. Make her his. He knew he had to get away from her or he would bite her. He needed to get Dean to get him the hell out of here before he couldn't control the wolf anymore.

He could barely even think about leaving her without the wolf howling and clawing at him

"I won't pass this curse on." Sam growled the words at her. The wolf lashing at him to do just that.

"I wouldn't worry about it too much." Chloe smiled at him. "I'm not without my own secrets."

"Care to elaborate?" Dean knew if they were going to figure this out they needed to know as much about her as possible.

"Do you know about Smallville's history?"

"I assume you mean the mutants." Both of the brothers had heard about the town's weird history but had dug a little deeper after their last encounter here.

"I prefer the term Meta, but yes that's what I mean." Chloe grabbed her coffee and took and long sip. Using it as a distraction to try and figure out where to start. "I have a healing ability. Usually I can take someone else injury into myself and heal it." Chloe looked away trying to decide how much she should tell them. "I've died twice."

"Oh that's nothing cupcake. I myself have died hundreds of times to hear Sam tell it." Dean offered her a charming smile despite the nasty look Sam offered him.

"I thought you had bit me but there's nothing there." She reached up and rubbed her shoulder. "I've never been able to heal myself."

Dean moved forward and touched her shoulder. Sam growled as a wave of possessiveness came over him. "Chill bro. I just want to take a look." Chloe put her hand in Sam's and his breathing started to slow. "There's no bite but there is a mark. Looks like a double crescent." Dean grabbed his bag and started pulling out books. "I know I've seen that before."

Sam recognized the mark on her shoulder. "It's the mark of the moon goddess."

Chloe looked at Dean wide eyed. A mark? He had turned his attention back to the book he had pulled out. Flipping through pages he searched for something.

"Aha!" Dean turned the book to show Sam and Chloe the page he had marked.

"Alpha Mate?" Chloe couldn't hide her disbelief.

Sam reached for the book and took it from his brother. He scanned the passage and frowned. "Do we have any confirmation on this?"

"Confirmation? You think this is possible?" Chloe wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

"Chloe…" Sam's tone was meant to appease but Chloe just got angry.

"Don't Chloe me. It's ridiculous." Sam couldn't hide how her words hurt him. He didn't really believe it but her complete rejection of the idea bothered him.

He leaned in close and put both hands on her legs. Forcing her to look at him. "Is it ridiculous that I'm a werewolf? That I was able to remain human last night. Ridiculous that I ran across four states to get to you?" He leaned in closer and nuzzled her neck. He growled low and approving as she shuddered. "Is that ridiculous?"

"Still in the room." Sam didn't even look up at his brothers words. He continued to watch Chloe's reaction.

"I'm not saying I believe this but would it really be so strange? Sometime, no matter how crazy, the simplest solution is right."

"I don't want to hear your opinions on Occam's razor. " Chloe wanted to scream. To run and never look back. The idea of being fated was terrifying. The panic was making it hard to breath. What on earth had she been thinking last night? She had slept with a complete stranger and now she was somehow tied to him?

Sam could see the panic as it over took her. He hated that he was the cause. Worse still was the rejection he felt. It was foolish. She didn't know him. He reached for her and frowned when she flinched but still held her hands. "We'll figure this out." Green eyes looked up at him and he felt a sizzle. Leaning in he let go of her hand and cupped her cheek. Pressing his lips to hers he felt the tension melt out of her body. The wolf in him roared to the surface. MINE. MINE. For once the wolf and he were in total agreement.

"STILL in the room." Dean coughed loudly while Sam pulled back from Chloe. Neither looked away from the other. For the first time in his life Dean felt uncomfortable. Every look they exchanged felt so intimate.

Sam growled low at his brother's interruption. He wanted to be alone with her. To remind her that the idea of them together was anything but ridiculous. Her arousal was tickling his nose and making it hard to think about anything but the feel of her body.

The minute his lips touched hers Chloe felt a calm wash over her. She still couldn't wrap her head around the idea of a mate but the idea of Sam was something she didn't mind at all.

She took a deep breath and sighed. "Can I see the book?" Chloe was calmer when she was tackling a problem head on.

Sam handed her the book and she scanned the text. "This isn't only about a mate. It's about a cure too."

"There's no such thing."

"And there's also no such thing as a mate." She smirked at Sam. Flipping through the pages she found the mark that had suddenly appeared on her shoulder. Ready the passage she tried to wrap her brain around everything that had happened in the last few weeks. She either was or wasn't a werewolf, was or wasn't Sam's mate, was or wasn't insane.

The last one she was pretty sure the answer was yes, if any of this was true she was certainly at least just a little bat shit crazy. She smiled slightly at that thought. Crazy was better than evil or worse still, stupid. Stupid she could not abide.

Page after page she flipped through the texts. Searching for something that would answer her questions without a doubt but there was nothing. Finishing with the first book she looked up to find Dean slouched in the chair sound asleep.

"He doesn't do sitting still very well." Chloe looked up at Sam. A smile lighting her face she leaned in as Sam moved closer. Chloe's eyes slipped shut. Pressing his lips to hers he heard her sigh in contentment.

The gentle peck on the lips quickly turned to passion and Chloe found her arms around his neck, the book she had been reading falling forgotten to the floor. Her heart was racing. Her skin was on fire. Sam nibbled at her lip and she leaned into his body. He growled in approval and he breathed in the heady scent of her arousal. Wrapping his arms around her he carried her into to her bedroom leaving Dean asleep in the living room.

Kicking closed her door he laid her on the bed and slowly began to undress her. Chloe stretched her body languidly as Sam revealed more and more skin. When he slipped her panties off, he stood back and just watched her. His breathing heavy and his heart racing. He could smell her. Taste her on his tongue. Hear her heart beating like a drum in his ears, calling to him. His brain whispering over and over. Mine. Mine. Mine.

She should have felt self conscious. Never completely comfortable with her body, but Sam made her feel powerful, confidant, sexy. He looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Like she was the only woman in the world. She realized she was falling for him. Beyond the physical attraction, beyond whatever weird twist of fate had brought him to her, she realized she could love him.

"Mine." He whispered the word as he moved forward. Tearing off his own shirt and slipping his pants down. He covered her body with his and smiled as her hips fit into his perfectly. The feeling of her bare skin against his causing a low rumble in his chest. "Mine." He nuzzled her neck, breathing in the scent of her.

Chloe's mind balked at the idea of that word. She was a liberated woman, this wasn't 1950. But there was a part of her that warmed at his possessiveness. A part that wanted to answer yes, that wanted him to claim her like he had last night.

When he moved forward entering her he bit down on her shoulder. The blood ran over his tongue. "Mine." He pressed harder and harder into her. Thrusting forward, rocking the bed frame. Chloe pressed up to meet him, holding his head closer to her. Breathing heavy, heart racing, she was moaning. It felt so good, she felt so complete.

"Mine." He snarled again and she shattered. Stars exploding behind her eyes.

He felt her inner walls tighten around him and wanted to follow but held back until he heard her whisper. "Yours." Didn't matter that she was so high she wasn't even aware. She said she was his and his wolf howled.

Collapsing on top of her he shifted to his side and pulled her to him. Her head tucked into his chest, the blonde curls tickling his chin, her breath warming his skin. He wrapped his arms around her tighter as she drifted to sleep.

He held her for a few minutes before he heard the door to the apartment open. Easing out of bed he pulled on his pants and opened Chloe's bedroom door to see Dean standing in the kitchen with food.

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