Title:
Remember Me
Category: Smallville/Supernatural
Rating:-
Genre:
Romance/Drama
Pairing: Chloe/Dean
Summary: To Dean Winchester,
Chloe Sullivan died one and a half years ago. But seeing her again
pulls him and his brother, Sam, into a whirlwind of things they do
not know of.
Disclaimer: I stake no claim on any of the characters
or the theme in this fiction. I'm just borrowing them. ^_^
A/N: I'm sorry for the long wait. There has been a lot going on. I've finally came home about a week ago and I just had a lot to deal with and in the next coming months there will be more of them. I have put a halt in my studies just to help out at home so I'll try to take a few of my time for my stories. Hope you all like this new chapter.
Dean hated the cities. There were too many people around and the feeling of needing to be on the lookout was always strong. Yet here he was in another stinking motel in the city of Metropolis, the one city he has tried to avoid. Sitting at the foot of the bed in the middle of the night made him feel uneasy and the even breathing of the sleeping Sam on the other bed did not help him ease the feeling. He never really had much of sleep these days, not after what had happened. Every time he shuts his eyes all he see are the people he has loved and lost, and the permanent fixture in his dreams was Chloe with her sparkling green eyes and bright smile, which always seemed to fade in the darkness that wants to engulf her.
The clock on the wall's ticking was starting to grate on his nerve. His agitation was rising slowly and he knew he needed to get out of the room. He needed something to take his mind out of the blonde beauty that has captured his heart from the first time she directed one of her blinding smile towards him. With that he got up from his bed, put on his jacket and got out his car keys.
The city looked the same as it had always been. The familiar feeling of the place sank into him but there was still something different about it. The knowing fact that a certain someone was not there gave him the slight feeling of lost within the city. His blaring music of Metallica or Black Sabbath didn't do him any good as his mind kept turning back to her.
As he drove around the city he didn't know where he was heading nor did he care until he saw the building, the Daily Planet. Parking opposite of the building before he cut off the engine, he just sat there and stared at what the building represents. There it stood as a proof of her once existence in his life and how she came about being in his life. She had heard of a story in one of the towns they were working on. She stumbled into one of their hunts and from then on, they kept stumbling into each other through their work as a hunter and a reporter respectively.
Shaking his thought of her yet again, scolding himself for being too emotional of the situation, he started the impala again; needing to drive off his building tension. Before he could drive off, something caught his sight. He saw a petite blonde girl bundled up in a green coat, walking towards the building. He couldn't quite make out her appearance from where he sat but something about how she walked and how her short hair bounced with every step she made his stomach clench with familiarity. Once she stood in front of the building her back was to him. She just stood there as if contemplating on whether to go in or not. Shoving the strange feeling away, he made himself turn his gaze away from her only to actually have a glance of her face as she turned towards him from the corner of his eyes. Dean paled at the image that displayed before him. He saw the similar sparkling green eyes that had haunted him for the last year and a half. The bright smile on her face was just like the last time he saw it as she took in a deep breath feeling a contentment of freedom that night gave her.
Slowly Dean shut the engine of his beloved Impala yet again and slowly moved out of the car, his gaze never wavering from the beautiful image right in front of him. He kept telling himself it was not real, that his tired mind was making him see things that weren't real. How he wished it was real, that she was there even if it was just for a moment. The very least was that so he could see her sparkling eyes and that beautiful mega-watt smile of hers before she fades away from him again.
"Chloe" He whispered as he walked slowly towards her. The whisper apparently jarred her from her peaceful state, her eyes looking straight at him, curiously, suspiciously. He didn't know what to do with that look but she was backing away from him with every step he took towards her, her right hand reaching into her pocket. Again Dean whispered her name to her, as if willing her, asking her to smile at him like she used to.
When she heard his whisper the second time, the panic look she gave him made him wince. Why was she afraid of him? Didn't she recognize him? Was she really there? Did her being dead made her forget him? Was that how her powers worked? Sure he didn't look all too good at the moment but that couldn't have made her panic at the very sight of him. He didn't understand, but all he knew was she was there, within reach. When he was almost standing right in front of her, she kept looking around, as if looking for someone when suddenly she looked to her right with a sigh of relief escaped her lips. Before he could even blink she was gone and all that was left of her was the smell of her in the gust of wind that blew passed him.
Panic rose up into his entire being. His eyes kept searching but there was no sign of her or any indication that she was there except for the smell of her. The clenching in his chest suddenly tightened and he couldn't stop himself from yelling for her into the dark night of the city. He didn't know what to make of the situation. Was she alive or was it the ghost of her? He couldn't decide, but he knew for certain that he saw her. She had to be real. Yet again he felt the loss of her hit him like a ton of bricks raining down on him. Gripping the front of his shirt he closed his eyes tightly as he let out soft sobs as he brought his knees onto the concrete. He needed her to be real, even if it was for a moment, he needed it.
