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Written for my Paranormal150 Prompt Table. Prompt of the day # 11: Radiant Boys.

Well, she figured it could have gone worse.

Dante had helped her to her bed, where she'd collapsed, exhausted, feeling her healing powers activating inside of her, causing a fever to redden her skin as she kicked off the sheets and moaned.

She could hear the sound of the Impala and Bobby's truck rushing up the driveway, but she couldn't remember much after that except for the sound of her name being called inside the house, and the sound of hurried footsteps. After that she succumbed to the blackness, slipping into what she decided was a slight coma--her body's way of forcing her to rest so she could heal. There were moments where she'd wake up for a couple of seconds before going back to sleep, body sweating profusely, causing her clothes to stick to her uncomfortably. Every time she opened her eyes it was to different views. A couple seconds of Bobby cleaning her cuts and bruises. A couple seconds of Sam wiping her burning forehead down with a cold, wet cloth. A couple seconds of Dean sitting by her side, looking down at her in worry.

Chloe wasn't exactly sure when she woke up, but when she did, it was to the most surprising sight ever.

It was night, moonlight shining in through the curtains.

Bobby was sleeping on a chair in the corner, head back, snoring. Dean was sleeping on a chair by the side of her bed. Sam was sleeping on a chair by the window. Ben and Dante were sleeping on the bed. And there were a couple of fairies sleeping on top of Dante.

Chloe smiled softly as she looked at them all.

They were just too cute.

Thirstier than she'd ever been, Chloe tried to slither out of bed noiselessly, but she miscalculated and stepped on one of the creaking boards, the sound causing the three hunters, and the hellhound, to wake up immediately.

Chloe winced. "Uhm, hi."

"Chloe..."

The next minutes were filled with hurried movements, worried males, and her being forced back into bed.

And then, after they were sure she was okay, came the interrogation.

This was the part that Chloe had been dreading.

There were questions being steamrolled by three very angry, very vocal men. Dean was the most vocal of them, though, surprising her because Dean was always the most laid back and charming, and yet he seemed the fiercest of the lot (though the other two were kinda scary themselves). It was just that it was a shock to see Dean exhibit so much emotion, so much true emotion, and Chloe couldn't help but be entranced by the three of them. Not only were they furious and worried, but they'd been honestly scared.

It was obvious in every word and gesture.

That shocked her into silence.

It didn't surprise her that Bobby was this way. He was her father and he'd already told her what he'd been willing to do when he'd thought he'd lost her before.

But Sam and Dean, whom she had no connection with---they had felt the same.

It made....this odd feeling come alive in her stomach.

Like...butterflies.

It also brought tears to her eyes, and maybe that was a good thing, because the three of them got the wrong idea and stopped yelling and demanding since they thought they'd made her cry.

Bobby looked so awkward standing there, wanting to hug her and yet so unused to showing his emotion---despite wanting to so very much.

Dean clamped down on his bottom lip, looked guilty, hesitated and then turned away, kicking at the wall, furious with himself.

Sam sighed and went to the bathroom, returning with some tissue for her.

Accepting the peace offering with a whispered thanks, Chloe wiped at her eyes. "I wasn't going to let you all kill him."

"Did you get a good at yourself before you dropped into a coma?" Dean whirled towards her on his heel, anger still plain on his face. "You were completely brutalized! Black and blue! If it wasn't for the fact that you're an extremely fast healer you would still look like a commercial for spousal abuse!"

Chloe winced.

"Dean..." Sam whispered warningly.

Dean growled but shut up.

"What I don't understand is why Bobby wouldn't let us take you to the hospital. You were unconscious." Sam turned to Bobby curiously before turning to Chloe.

"What I don't understand," Chloe quickly spoke up before exchanging a look with Bobby. "Is how you even knew he was here in the first place."

Dean and Sam shared a look.

Once again Chloe had the feeling she and Bobby weren't the only ones keeping a secret.

"Bobby, Dean and I, uh, we ran into an old pal hunter of Bobby's and our dad's." Sam looked away from her, scratching the back of his head. "We, uh, we um, we separated from Bobby and followed him because we, uh, felt suspicious."

Bobby narrowed his eyes slightly at the nervous quality in Sam's voice.

"We heard him calling someone and telling him that Bobby wasn't at home....so we went to find Bobby immediately." Sam finished.

"Why didn't you just corner the guy then and there and get everything out of him?" Chloe asked, eyes narrowed.

"Didn't...uh...cross our minds?" Dean grinned painfully.

Chloe and Bobby exchanged another look, before Chloe shrugged. "Well, whoever he was, he left this house in worse condition than I was in."

"Did you really...uh...stake him?" Sam asked, curiously.

She ducked her gaze, a little embarrassed. "Only a little. And only in his thigh!"

"That's our girl." Dean chuckled, the fury finally beginning to seep out of him.

Chloe blushed slightly.

Bobby looked from Dean to Chloe and back, not amused.

Suddenly Chloe's eyes widened and she looked up. "Lois! She heard and---."

"Don't sweat it." Sam sat down next to her on the bed. "She called back and Bobby answered. He told her that you'd caught a man who'd broken into the house, and that you'd gotten a little hurt, which was why you couldn't talk to her at the moment. She's been calling every couple of hours since yesterday."

"Yesterday?" Chloe asked, blinking. "I slept through a whole day?"

Bobby nodded.

Lady GaGa singing I Like It Rough rang loudly in the living room.

Bobby sighed. "What sort of song is that?!?" He turned and left, obviously going to try and answer the phone.

Chloe smiled and watched him go, before turning her attention on the boys. "Well, see? Radiant Boy was wrong. It was a near death situation, and guess what? I survived it all on my lonesome! Congratulate me."

The brothers shared a look.

Dante took the opportunity to lay down with his chin on her lap, an annoyed sigh escaping him.

The fairies that'd been sleeping on him woke up as they tumbled off of him as he moved. They rubbed at their eyes and yawned, lights going brighter, before grinning and shooting up into the air, giving little cheers to see her conscious.

Chloe shot them a smile, placing her hand subtly on Dante's head, before returning her attention to Sam and Dean. "I don't hear the congratulations."

"We can't be sure that that is the situation." Sam announced.

"And anyway, what if this is like that movie where you escape death only for something else to happen?" Dean pointed out.

"You two have become obsessed with this." Chloe laughed, despite the fact that it hurt her a little to do it. "I'm fine, just like I always knew I'd be. Now you two need to go and find that father of yours, if only to kick his ass for avoiding you all this time!" She looked between the brothers. "You had a clear mission before you came here, and I'm not going to allow you to through it aside to play babysitter, okay? Especially when the services aren't needed. What is needed is for you two to get back on the road and track down Bigot."

"Bigot?" Sam made a face.

"That reminds me." Dean announced, going to sit down on the other side of her bed, barely managing not to sit through her sleeping ghost boy. "When Sam had his, uh, migraine, you called him Gigantor." He paused. "You call dad Bigot, Sam Gigantor...so what about me? Do I have a special little name?"

She smirked at him. "Of course you do, Pervinator."

"Pervinator." Dean blinked before chuckling.

Sam smirked. "It's so fitting."

"Isn't it?" Chloe asked him, grinning.

Bobby cleared his throat from the doorway, her phone in his hand. "Chloe, your cousin wants to speak to you."

Chloe reached for the phone with a wince, bringing it to her ear. "Hello?"

"Why didn't you TELL me that you had a BURGLAR in your house at the time that I was ranting and raving about myself?!?"

"Hey Lo." Chloe gave a little smile, nodding to Sam and Dean as they motioned that they were going to go and give her some privacy, closing the door shut behind them.

"How are you, Baby Cuz?" Lois asked with a huge sigh, sounding terrified. "I was about to grab my keys and drive there when your father answered the phone yesterday to tell me what happened. I---I've never been so terrified."

"I'm fine, just a little sore, but I'll be good in a couple of days." Chloe responded, caressing Dante's head and giving the fairies a nod when they whispered that they were happy to see she was awake, and that they'd go tell the others.

She watched the balls of light fly out through the crack in the window.

Ben turned towards her in his sleep, sucking his thumb.

"Do you need me to go over there and take care of you?"

Chloe gave a little smile. "No offense, Lois, but if you took care of me you'd probably end up killing me."

"No offense taken. I admit to not being able to keep my goldfish alive for more than a couple of days." She groaned, sounding put out. "I'm just so hyped up now, worried. I mean, it'd done me some good to hear you and all, but, oh well." She sighed. "I'm just so glad you're okay, Baby Cuz."

"Thanks, Big Cuz." She smiled brighter. "And don't worry about me, okay? I'll be fine, and I'm being taken very good care of."

"Your dad...he sounds like he really loves you, you know." Lois admitted. "He was so worried about you when I talked to him on the phone. I'm glad...I'm glad that when you lost uncle Gabe...you found a dad who obviously loves you just as much."

Chloe looked away, a little sad at the mention of her father, and yet pleased as well. "He tries not to show it, but Bobby's a big softie."

"All men turn into mush around you. It's not fair." Lois complained. "When around me they get horny. When around you they get protective."

"Lucky dog." Both girls announced at the same time, before bursting into laughter.

Later that night, Chloe lay one the sofa (wrapped up in a blanket), with the boys sitting on the ground in front of her, Bobby sitting on the loveseat, and Dante sitting in front of the fireplace once more, snoring. Ben was laying down snuggled up with her, and she wondered at how she could touch him as if he were solid, but kept it in the back of her mind, as they continued to watch some of her Buffy dvds. They seemed a little frightening for Ben, but he didn't voice any complaints (not that he was much of a speaker anyway) and he seemed content as long as he was laying there cuddled against her, so Chloe didn't change it. The brothers kept their running commentary on how the show was getting it all wrong, and Bobby even had to snort and shake his head at one episode in particular, announcing what baloney the show was and pointing out that if hunters did things the way the characters in the show did it they'd be dead in a fortnight.

Of course, when they finished Season One late into the night, the three men got into a heated debate about the Buffy/Angel situation, about the Slayer debacle (One Girl in all the World my ASS---Dean had said), and made fun about how easy it'd been to kill the Master. Also, they seemed to like to poke fun about the Game Face the vampires in the Buffyverse had. And then Bobby had announced that it was idiotic that they still believed that vampires went poof in the sunlight. Which had gotten Dean and Sam and Chloe's attention, none of them having believed that vampires really existed. But boy did Bobby open their eyes, telling them that it was dying race, and that there were almost no vampires left in the world.

So the conversation turned towards vampires, the real ones, and Chloe was fascinated.

Especially by the part that they had life mates.

That was...so romantic.

Sam had made a face at that statement.

Dean had promptly forbidden her from watching Buffy ever again since that 'necrophiliac Slayer' was 'obviously' brainwashing her into believing having a relationship with a dead corpse could be in any way romantic.

Chloe had just laughed at them, though the vivid imagery had made her wince a little.

"You don't need to stay here, Bobby." Chloe tried to tell him as she listened to the brothers' plans to go back to the city and finish the hunt the next morning before someone else got hurt...and saw the eagerness in Bobby's eyes, his desire to go.

The three males gave her an ugly look.

"What?" Chloe asked, looking from one to the other. "I doubt that man is ever going to return here after leaving with a stake through his thigh, alright? I'll be fine."

"That's what you told us the last time." Dean snorted. "And look how marvelously that turned out."

She glared at him. "I'm the one who walked away from the fight with all my limbs intact."

"Yeah, you walked away from it only to fall into a minor coma." Dean reminded her, glaring right back at her.

"It wasn't a coma, stop calling it that!" She declared, a blush making its way up her neck.

"Chloe, we're not trying to antagonize you..." Sam tried, running a hand over his head. "But you---we know you held your own against that bastard, but we don't want you to have to do that. You should have one of us here to be able to protect you, fight for you, not because you need it, but because you deserve it."

Chloe looked up at the brunet. "You would have made a great lawyer." She finally announced, looking away. "You're awfully good with words."

Sam smiled at her.

Dean looked between them and then cleared his throat as he stepped forwards towards her. "Listen gorgeous, Sam and I made a decision. We're going to stay here, and help Bobby with the hunts close to the Junkyard like we used to when we were younger."

Chloe looked up, eyes wide.

Bobby gave her a look that said they'd talk later.

"We don't know for sure if the attack from the hunter was what the Radiant Boy...Ben...foretold." Sam continued. "I already lost someone, and I'm not about to let another one get murdered when I'm not around to protect.

Chloe was beginning to see why Bobby had found it so hard to tell Sam and Dean no.

Sam...Sam was still suffering from the murder of his roommate and best friend...and now he'd taken it upon himself to make sure that he wouldn't let anything like that happen to her.

Sorta looking for redemption.

And Dean...he was in along for the ride.

Oh boy.

"So we're going to go finish that hunt," Dean looked down at her. "Then we're leaving a message for our father letting him know where we are and what we're doing...just in case he ever decides to contact us in the future."

Sam snorted and looked away, a muscle jumping in his cheek, obviously still very pissed at their father for the game of hide-and-seek he was playing with them.

Dante gave a groan.

Dean turned towards the sound, eyes narrowed. "Did anyone hear that?" Sam frowned, looking in the same direction. "Yeah. What was that?"

Chloe's eyes widened.

They'd never heard any of the noises Dante had made before!

Why could they hear him now?

This is so not good!

If things continued the way they were....

No.

They couldn't.

Chloe wouldn't live hiding her two lives in her own home.

She couldn't.

If the Winchesters were going to come to live with them, she was going to have to tell them the truth.

And hopefully they won't be the cause of her death.

She paused, looking them over, slowly.

Somehow...somehow she just...she just couldn't imagine either of him harming her...much less killing her.

The blonde took in a deep breath.

She'd wait for them to return from the hunt and she'd see what to do from then.

As if my life isn't chaotic enough as it is.

Chloe smiled, hand over her protruding stomach, shaking her head at them. "I'm leaving this family. For good. You'll never see hide or hair of me ever again."

"You're being a little overdramatic, don't you think?" Dean chuckled, hand at the small of her back as he led her towards the lazy boy.

"No. I'm not." Chloe pouted cutely, grabbing his hand to help lower herself onto the comfy chair, closing her eyes in relief. "I'm off my feet. Yay."

"Here you go." Sam appeared with a tea. "This will help you with the morning sickness."

"I don't know why they call it morning sickness." She whimpered, taking the cup from him with a mouthed thanks. "It lasts all day long! It's horrible!"

"Well, you're carrying two Winchesters." Dean announced, going behind her to massage her shoulders.

"And we've been known to be problematic." Sam agreed, taking off her slippers to begin to rub her feet.

"I hate you two." She whimpered closing her eyes, still holding the tea.

The brothers shared a look and smiled.

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Sam came awake with a gasp, face sweaty, heart pounding.

"Was it that same dream? You had a ridiculously happy expression on your face."

Sam was a little disoriented to hear his brother's voice, but then he remembered staying up in the living-room to try and figure out what it was that they would be hunting...and he'd fallen asleep.

"Yes." He nodded, running a hand over his face. "Same dream."

He'd had a similar vision in the kitchen, and ever since then he'd been having this same dream every night.

"So, it's definitely a prediction then." Dean was sitting by the table, book in hand, and yet not reading it. "She's---she's going to have a baby Winchester."

"Twins, apparently." Sam leaned forwards in the sofa. "You tell her that she's carrying two Winchesters."

"Twins." Dean contemplated it, before sending his brother a sideways look. "Have you---have you figured out who the father is...?"

Sam went tense, shaking his head. "No."

The brothers sat in the semi-darkness of the living room, neither saying a word.

The object of their thoughts sleeping peacefully in her room above their heads, blissfully unaware of what her future entailed.

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