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strangevisitor7Title: 5 Times Immortal!Dean met Meta!Chloe.
Chapter: Kids These Days (3/5)
Authors:strangevisitor7, Chapters: 1, 3 & 5 and pen37, Chapters: 2, 3 & 4.
Fandoms:Highlander, Supernatural & Smallville
Characters: Chloe & Methos,mentions of Duncan,Dean & Sam,
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Rating: PG
Summary These stories cross the two worlds we created. This collection starts about 1 year after "Waiting on The World to Change" in the Immortal!Dean series and spans time far into the future beyond the last Chloe and the Immortals story, "The One Left behind." The original series can be found here: Immortal!Dean and Chloe and the Immortals
Chapter 1: When First We Met
Chapter 2: Never in a Million
Chapter 4: Against Her Will
Chapter 5: When the Fightings Done
Chapter 3: Kids These Days
Chloe spotted Methos sitting in the back of the seedy country bar nursing a scotch.
“Ah, the intrepid reporter returns. Have you come to take me away from all this and allow me to return to civilization?”
The bar was pretty crappy even by her standards but Chloe would never admit that to him. “I am so sorry if small town Americana offends your delicate sensibilities but I am afraid that the story still beckons.”
“Really Chloe, it’s been decades since you retired from that rag of a newspaper. Must we investigate every supernatural blip on the radar?”
“The Daily Planet is still the largest newspaper in the country, Methos. I’d hardly call it a rag. Still, you said it was my turn to choose our destination and hunting is what I do these days. I thought it was what Immortals were supposed to do too.” She looked pointedly at him.
Methos ignored the dig at his lack of interest in hunting. “Well, you won’t be choosing our adventures again for a long time. I thought you might want to see the great cities in Europe, not the inside of every low life bar in the mid west.”
“If I’m boring you, I’m sure I could find some of your other little Immortal friends to come out and play.”
“Please,” he rolled his eyes. “MacLeod and his entourage of newbie, boy scouts barely qualifies as a good time.”
“You do realize that I am younger than Richie and Dean.”
Methos snorted. “Winchester edged you out by about four years. And you became ageless a full year before his first death.”
“Irrelevant,” Chloe said. “Besides -- I’d hardly consider Dean a boy scout.”
“He used to be fun,” the Immortal said ruefully. “Like a certain blonde reporter I could mention.”
Chloe rolled her eyes, but chose to say nothing.
“Give MacLeod another decade of influence and Dean will be completely homogenized.”
“Like milk,” Chloe said sarcastically.
“Plus, he hasn’t been the same since…” Methos stopped when he realized where the thought was going.
Chloe knew what had remained unsaid. She hadn’t seen Dean in years but had heard of Sam’s death.
For a short time, she’d traveled with Dean, Sam and Duncan. Long enough for Dean to try get her and Sam together. Long enough to realize that Sam was too much like Clark for the two of them to ever work.
Long enough to think of Sam like the brother she’d never had. Long enough for his death to hurt. Long enough that she lit a candle in his memory whenever she went to confession.
It seemed all the Immortals had mourned with Dean; even Methos respected the position Sam had among their kind. He had been the only known living relative of an Immortal. It made him something of a mascot and the Winchester descendants a type of royalty in the Immortal community.
The painful silence stretched until Chloe found a way to change the subject. “Well, if you can tear yourself away from the excitement of watching cowboys two-step, we need to take a little trip one town over.”
“Is that so?” Methos said almost gratefully. “And what manner of horrors does that location hold?”
“There was a mutilated body found in a park last night. I think it’s our werewolf and tonight is our last chance to track it.” She paused and added casually. “That is unless you want to stay here another month waiting for the next full moon.”
Methos was out of his chair and headed toward the door in a heartbeat. “You really know how to show a fellow a good time.”
“Only the best murders and mutilations for my friends. Besides this town is a little bigger, it might actually have a hotel with room service.”
“Wonderful! I grow tired of roughing it.”
“How did you ever survive the dark ages?” Chloe shook her head.
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“Chloe remind me again why I couldn’t stay in the hotel.” Methos griped.
Chloe let out a sigh of exasperation, “Healing ability aside, I’d rather not face a werewolf alone. You know how unpredictable they can be. Besides, I’ve never tried growing my heart back and I don’t want to test my abilities out to that extent.”
“But I’m really not good in the woods.”
“Your concern is touching. How did you spend 3,000 years living in tents?”
“I didn’t know any better. I do now.”
Chloe knew that Methos would never abandon her to danger but sometimes his pretense of unconcern was a pain in the ass. “I am sorry if my wanting to stop this thing is interfering with your beauty sleep.”
He huffed his disdain and asked “What makes you think wolfie is even going to show?”
“I’ve done my homework. You forget, I’m an investigative reporter.”
“Retired,” he quipped.
They continued through the small park where the first body had been found. Yellow police tape fluttered in the evening breeze as they passed. The silence was shattered by the sound of howling.
Chloe flashed Methos a triumphant look and pulled out a .22 pistol.
“Will that pea shooter really work on it?”
Chloe rolled her eyes, “Silver bullets, Methos. I have been doing this for a while.”
Methos shrugged and drew his sword. Chloe snickered because even after all this time Methos preferred to carry his sword. She had given up trying to change him because she realized decapitation stopped most every kind of supernatural being.
Chloe had never really made the decision to become a hunter. She’d always covered the world of weird. But as fewer and fewer metas were born with every generation, the weird was increasingly shrinking to just the supernatural. By her reckoning, in another two or three generations, she would be the only one. Well, her Clark and his descendants. But she hadn’t spoken to Clark for five years. Not since he implied that she was a freak, and took his bunch off to that terraformed planet.
She’d fallen into hunting simply by carrying a gun to work on a daily basis. And now that she’d been forced into retirement, hunting was all that was left. This had been her first opportunity to get back in the hunt since she’d hooked up with Methos.
Chloe’s thoughts were interrupted by shots in the distance. As one, they rushed toward the sound.
“MacLeod would never believe I ran toward gunfire.” Methos smirked as they broke through the woods and into a clearing.
“I won’t tell if you won’t,” Chloe huffed as she pushed her shorter legs to keep up.
As they entered a clearing, they saw two young men backing away from what had to be a werewolf.
A tall teenager with shaggy hair was dragging a wounded, shorter teenager to safety, all while firing blindly at the wolf who seemed content to wait for the bullets to run out.
The gun clicked and the wolf launched himself at the boy. Chloe fired off her own shots as she raced forward to intervene. Her shots went wide, and she wondered why she wasn’t packing a .45, even if it was harder to hide than the .22.
She took aim again but by this time Shaggy was fighting hand to hand with the wolf and she feared she might hit him instead. The tall boy danced in and out of the wolf’s range. In the moonlight, his silver knife gleamed and flashed. Chloe observed that he’d been well trained
She glanced over her shoulder at Shorty, and saw that he had propped himself against the tree and drawn his own weapon. But since he wasn’t trying to aim, she figured that he didn’t have a shot either.
In that split second, Chloe decided to tackle the wolf. She’d heal and then Shaggy could get away. She launched herself at the beast, knocked it to the ground, and landed entangled in furry limbs. She was relieved when she realized that Shaggy had gotten clear.
As she struggled with the wolf, she saw Methos looming over them. She cried out in pain as the wolf clawed at her stomach. Methos raise his sword, “Clear!” he cried.
Chloe did her best to separate herself enough from the wolf to give Methos a view of its neck. She pushed off and Methos swung his sword just as the sound of gunfire erupted and two bullet holes appeared in the wolf’s head as it was severed from its body.
Methos kneeled down to examine Chloe’s wounds. “How bad?”
“I’ll live,” She smirked and then let out a groan as he helped her into a sitting position.
“Step aside,” came the voice from behind.
“Correction,” she said sourly. “I’ll live if those two yahoos don’t get other ideas.”
Shaggy had a gun aimed at Chloe, “I’m sorry but the wolf bit her.”
Chloe reached up to find the offending bite had ripped out most of her upper right arm. Ugh! she thought That explains why I can’t move it.
Methos had stepped between them. “That won’t be necessary. My friend will be just fine.”
“No, you don’t understand,” Shaggy was articulating as if talking to a small child, “That was no ordinary wolf. Now don’t be alarmed but it was a werewolf and your friend will be a werewolf too because of that bite.”
“And so we have to shoot her in the head,” Chloe snarked as her arm started the pins-and-needles tingling that told her it was healing. “But don’t be alarmed, he says. Thank you, captain empathy.”
Methos just began to laugh. The kid looked at him and blinked.
“I know what a werewolf is, Kid,” Methos held up a hand. “I don’t think you’re seeing the whole picture here, though.” He brandished his sword and replaced it beneath the folds of his coat. If these boys were hunters then they knew about Immortals. The two communities had been sharing information for decades.
Shaggy’s eyes went wide and he glanced back at Shorty, who was still propped up against a tree, “They’re Immortals,” he said smiling.
“Well, technically, he’s the Immortal and I’m meta.” Chloe had risen to stand beside Methos. Her wounds were nearly gone.
“I should have realized what with the sword and all. Uncle Dean carries one too.”
“Uncle Dean?” Chloe sputtered in surprise. “Dean Winchester?”
“Sorry, where are my manners. I’m Sam Winchester and the werewolf bait over there is my brother John,” he held out his hand.
“Of course you are.” Chloe took his hand while shaking her head. “I’m Chloe Sullivan and this is Adam Pierson.”
“Methos? For real?” Sam asked.
Methos shrugged and nodded to the affirmative.
“It’s truly an honor, sir”
Chloe snickered, “Clearly, they don’t know you.” Methos just cast a dark glare in her direction.
John had limped over and stood next to his brother. Seeing them up close together, it was like looking back in time over 100 years at the original Sam and Dean. Chloe felt her heart clench in pain looking at the taller boy. It seemed the Winchester genes were dominating the family line.
John cleared his throat and elbowed Sam, “Tell them not to say anything to Uncle Dean.”
“He’s right. Can we kind of forget we ran into each other?”
Chloe looked at them suspiciously, “And why would I do that?”
John spoke, his voice low and gravelly, “Uncle Dean doesn’t like it when we hunt without him and well, ...”
Sam looked rather sheepish, “He went ballistic last time and dad had to throw him out.”
John confirmed, “It was scary.”
“But not scary enough to stop you, obviously,” Methos was actually getting angry, “There’s a reason hunters and Immortals have been teaming up for decades. You are related to one of the best hunters around and yet you go throwing yourselves into danger stupidly. The original Sam would be ashamed someone so moronic bears his name. And you,” Methos turned to John, “I never knew their father but I do know he didn’t tolerate sloppiness. Your preparation for this hunt was weak and ill-planned. You would both be dead if we hadn’t happened along.” Methos finished his rant and just glared at the boys.
Chloe understood why Methos was furious. These boys represented a piece of Sam Winchester and by proxy he felt the need to protect them as part of the Winchester legacy.
Chloe drove the point home, “As you just witnessed, hunting goes a whole lot smoother when you have an Immortal to run interference with the big bad.” To emphasize her point she fingered her shredded clothing.
Both Winchesters look appropriately chastised. Sam spoke up tentatively, “What if we swear to never hunt without Uncle Dean? Will you keep this a secret?”
Methos and Chloe stepped together and pretended to confer. They had already exchanged a glance that confirmed Dean didn’t need to know but it was fun to watch the boys sweat out the decision.
Finally they separated and Methos put on his most authoritative voice, “If I ever find out you two were hunting solo again, your Uncle Dean will be the least of your worries. If you know who I am then you know who I was. Trust me you don’t want to make me mad.”
The boys tripped over themselves assuring Methos that they had learned their lesson.
Chloe had to hold a hand over mouth to keep from cracking up. She was sure Dean would find out sooner or later but it wouldn’t come from her.
Chapter: Kids These Days (3/5)
Authors:
strangevisitor7, Chapters: 1, 3 & 5 and pen37, Chapters: 2, 3 & 4. Fandoms:Highlander, Supernatural & Smallville
Characters: Chloe & Methos,mentions of Duncan,Dean & Sam,
Disclaimer: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Rating: PG
Summary These stories cross the two worlds we created. This collection starts about 1 year after "Waiting on The World to Change" in the Immortal!Dean series and spans time far into the future beyond the last Chloe and the Immortals story, "The One Left behind." The original series can be found here: Immortal!Dean and Chloe and the Immortals
Chapter 1: When First We Met
Chapter 2: Never in a Million
Chapter 4: Against Her Will
Chapter 5: When the Fightings Done
Chloe spotted Methos sitting in the back of the seedy country bar nursing a scotch.
“Ah, the intrepid reporter returns. Have you come to take me away from all this and allow me to return to civilization?”
The bar was pretty crappy even by her standards but Chloe would never admit that to him. “I am so sorry if small town Americana offends your delicate sensibilities but I am afraid that the story still beckons.”
“Really Chloe, it’s been decades since you retired from that rag of a newspaper. Must we investigate every supernatural blip on the radar?”
“The Daily Planet is still the largest newspaper in the country, Methos. I’d hardly call it a rag. Still, you said it was my turn to choose our destination and hunting is what I do these days. I thought it was what Immortals were supposed to do too.” She looked pointedly at him.
Methos ignored the dig at his lack of interest in hunting. “Well, you won’t be choosing our adventures again for a long time. I thought you might want to see the great cities in Europe, not the inside of every low life bar in the mid west.”
“If I’m boring you, I’m sure I could find some of your other little Immortal friends to come out and play.”
“Please,” he rolled his eyes. “MacLeod and his entourage of newbie, boy scouts barely qualifies as a good time.”
“You do realize that I am younger than Richie and Dean.”
Methos snorted. “Winchester edged you out by about four years. And you became ageless a full year before his first death.”
“Irrelevant,” Chloe said. “Besides -- I’d hardly consider Dean a boy scout.”
“He used to be fun,” the Immortal said ruefully. “Like a certain blonde reporter I could mention.”
Chloe rolled her eyes, but chose to say nothing.
“Give MacLeod another decade of influence and Dean will be completely homogenized.”
“Like milk,” Chloe said sarcastically.
“Plus, he hasn’t been the same since…” Methos stopped when he realized where the thought was going.
Chloe knew what had remained unsaid. She hadn’t seen Dean in years but had heard of Sam’s death.
For a short time, she’d traveled with Dean, Sam and Duncan. Long enough for Dean to try get her and Sam together. Long enough to realize that Sam was too much like Clark for the two of them to ever work.
Long enough to think of Sam like the brother she’d never had. Long enough for his death to hurt. Long enough that she lit a candle in his memory whenever she went to confession.
It seemed all the Immortals had mourned with Dean; even Methos respected the position Sam had among their kind. He had been the only known living relative of an Immortal. It made him something of a mascot and the Winchester descendants a type of royalty in the Immortal community.
The painful silence stretched until Chloe found a way to change the subject. “Well, if you can tear yourself away from the excitement of watching cowboys two-step, we need to take a little trip one town over.”
“Is that so?” Methos said almost gratefully. “And what manner of horrors does that location hold?”
“There was a mutilated body found in a park last night. I think it’s our werewolf and tonight is our last chance to track it.” She paused and added casually. “That is unless you want to stay here another month waiting for the next full moon.”
Methos was out of his chair and headed toward the door in a heartbeat. “You really know how to show a fellow a good time.”
“Only the best murders and mutilations for my friends. Besides this town is a little bigger, it might actually have a hotel with room service.”
“Wonderful! I grow tired of roughing it.”
“How did you ever survive the dark ages?” Chloe shook her head.
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“Chloe remind me again why I couldn’t stay in the hotel.” Methos griped.
Chloe let out a sigh of exasperation, “Healing ability aside, I’d rather not face a werewolf alone. You know how unpredictable they can be. Besides, I’ve never tried growing my heart back and I don’t want to test my abilities out to that extent.”
“But I’m really not good in the woods.”
“Your concern is touching. How did you spend 3,000 years living in tents?”
“I didn’t know any better. I do now.”
Chloe knew that Methos would never abandon her to danger but sometimes his pretense of unconcern was a pain in the ass. “I am sorry if my wanting to stop this thing is interfering with your beauty sleep.”
He huffed his disdain and asked “What makes you think wolfie is even going to show?”
“I’ve done my homework. You forget, I’m an investigative reporter.”
“Retired,” he quipped.
They continued through the small park where the first body had been found. Yellow police tape fluttered in the evening breeze as they passed. The silence was shattered by the sound of howling.
Chloe flashed Methos a triumphant look and pulled out a .22 pistol.
“Will that pea shooter really work on it?”
Chloe rolled her eyes, “Silver bullets, Methos. I have been doing this for a while.”
Methos shrugged and drew his sword. Chloe snickered because even after all this time Methos preferred to carry his sword. She had given up trying to change him because she realized decapitation stopped most every kind of supernatural being.
Chloe had never really made the decision to become a hunter. She’d always covered the world of weird. But as fewer and fewer metas were born with every generation, the weird was increasingly shrinking to just the supernatural. By her reckoning, in another two or three generations, she would be the only one. Well, her Clark and his descendants. But she hadn’t spoken to Clark for five years. Not since he implied that she was a freak, and took his bunch off to that terraformed planet.
She’d fallen into hunting simply by carrying a gun to work on a daily basis. And now that she’d been forced into retirement, hunting was all that was left. This had been her first opportunity to get back in the hunt since she’d hooked up with Methos.
Chloe’s thoughts were interrupted by shots in the distance. As one, they rushed toward the sound.
“MacLeod would never believe I ran toward gunfire.” Methos smirked as they broke through the woods and into a clearing.
“I won’t tell if you won’t,” Chloe huffed as she pushed her shorter legs to keep up.
As they entered a clearing, they saw two young men backing away from what had to be a werewolf.
A tall teenager with shaggy hair was dragging a wounded, shorter teenager to safety, all while firing blindly at the wolf who seemed content to wait for the bullets to run out.
The gun clicked and the wolf launched himself at the boy. Chloe fired off her own shots as she raced forward to intervene. Her shots went wide, and she wondered why she wasn’t packing a .45, even if it was harder to hide than the .22.
She took aim again but by this time Shaggy was fighting hand to hand with the wolf and she feared she might hit him instead. The tall boy danced in and out of the wolf’s range. In the moonlight, his silver knife gleamed and flashed. Chloe observed that he’d been well trained
She glanced over her shoulder at Shorty, and saw that he had propped himself against the tree and drawn his own weapon. But since he wasn’t trying to aim, she figured that he didn’t have a shot either.
In that split second, Chloe decided to tackle the wolf. She’d heal and then Shaggy could get away. She launched herself at the beast, knocked it to the ground, and landed entangled in furry limbs. She was relieved when she realized that Shaggy had gotten clear.
As she struggled with the wolf, she saw Methos looming over them. She cried out in pain as the wolf clawed at her stomach. Methos raise his sword, “Clear!” he cried.
Chloe did her best to separate herself enough from the wolf to give Methos a view of its neck. She pushed off and Methos swung his sword just as the sound of gunfire erupted and two bullet holes appeared in the wolf’s head as it was severed from its body.
Methos kneeled down to examine Chloe’s wounds. “How bad?”
“I’ll live,” She smirked and then let out a groan as he helped her into a sitting position.
“Step aside,” came the voice from behind.
“Correction,” she said sourly. “I’ll live if those two yahoos don’t get other ideas.”
Shaggy had a gun aimed at Chloe, “I’m sorry but the wolf bit her.”
Chloe reached up to find the offending bite had ripped out most of her upper right arm. Ugh! she thought That explains why I can’t move it.
Methos had stepped between them. “That won’t be necessary. My friend will be just fine.”
“No, you don’t understand,” Shaggy was articulating as if talking to a small child, “That was no ordinary wolf. Now don’t be alarmed but it was a werewolf and your friend will be a werewolf too because of that bite.”
“And so we have to shoot her in the head,” Chloe snarked as her arm started the pins-and-needles tingling that told her it was healing. “But don’t be alarmed, he says. Thank you, captain empathy.”
Methos just began to laugh. The kid looked at him and blinked.
“I know what a werewolf is, Kid,” Methos held up a hand. “I don’t think you’re seeing the whole picture here, though.” He brandished his sword and replaced it beneath the folds of his coat. If these boys were hunters then they knew about Immortals. The two communities had been sharing information for decades.
Shaggy’s eyes went wide and he glanced back at Shorty, who was still propped up against a tree, “They’re Immortals,” he said smiling.
“Well, technically, he’s the Immortal and I’m meta.” Chloe had risen to stand beside Methos. Her wounds were nearly gone.
“I should have realized what with the sword and all. Uncle Dean carries one too.”
“Uncle Dean?” Chloe sputtered in surprise. “Dean Winchester?”
“Sorry, where are my manners. I’m Sam Winchester and the werewolf bait over there is my brother John,” he held out his hand.
“Of course you are.” Chloe took his hand while shaking her head. “I’m Chloe Sullivan and this is Adam Pierson.”
“Methos? For real?” Sam asked.
Methos shrugged and nodded to the affirmative.
“It’s truly an honor, sir”
Chloe snickered, “Clearly, they don’t know you.” Methos just cast a dark glare in her direction.
John had limped over and stood next to his brother. Seeing them up close together, it was like looking back in time over 100 years at the original Sam and Dean. Chloe felt her heart clench in pain looking at the taller boy. It seemed the Winchester genes were dominating the family line.
John cleared his throat and elbowed Sam, “Tell them not to say anything to Uncle Dean.”
“He’s right. Can we kind of forget we ran into each other?”
Chloe looked at them suspiciously, “And why would I do that?”
John spoke, his voice low and gravelly, “Uncle Dean doesn’t like it when we hunt without him and well, ...”
Sam looked rather sheepish, “He went ballistic last time and dad had to throw him out.”
John confirmed, “It was scary.”
“But not scary enough to stop you, obviously,” Methos was actually getting angry, “There’s a reason hunters and Immortals have been teaming up for decades. You are related to one of the best hunters around and yet you go throwing yourselves into danger stupidly. The original Sam would be ashamed someone so moronic bears his name. And you,” Methos turned to John, “I never knew their father but I do know he didn’t tolerate sloppiness. Your preparation for this hunt was weak and ill-planned. You would both be dead if we hadn’t happened along.” Methos finished his rant and just glared at the boys.
Chloe understood why Methos was furious. These boys represented a piece of Sam Winchester and by proxy he felt the need to protect them as part of the Winchester legacy.
Chloe drove the point home, “As you just witnessed, hunting goes a whole lot smoother when you have an Immortal to run interference with the big bad.” To emphasize her point she fingered her shredded clothing.
Both Winchesters look appropriately chastised. Sam spoke up tentatively, “What if we swear to never hunt without Uncle Dean? Will you keep this a secret?”
Methos and Chloe stepped together and pretended to confer. They had already exchanged a glance that confirmed Dean didn’t need to know but it was fun to watch the boys sweat out the decision.
Finally they separated and Methos put on his most authoritative voice, “If I ever find out you two were hunting solo again, your Uncle Dean will be the least of your worries. If you know who I am then you know who I was. Trust me you don’t want to make me mad.”
The boys tripped over themselves assuring Methos that they had learned their lesson.
Chloe had to hold a hand over mouth to keep from cracking up. She was sure Dean would find out sooner or later but it wouldn’t come from her.
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Date: 2007-09-14 07:06 pm (UTC)XD
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Date: 2007-09-14 09:51 pm (UTC)Bravissima. :)
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From:Well, I got all snotty reading this.. 100 years and no Chlean?
Date: 2007-09-14 09:48 pm (UTC)I'm so freakin' emo today. I'm going to find some porn.
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Date: 2007-09-14 10:19 pm (UTC)Yes, but I'm aging, rapidly..
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Date: 2007-09-18 02:53 am (UTC)I'm so freakin' emo today. I'm going to find some porn.
You're killing me XD
Keep in mind that Chloe and Dean are both not getting any older. They've got time to figure out that they like each other.
Well, for the love of lavery...
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Date: 2007-09-14 11:43 pm (UTC)The testament to Sam and his descendants was wonderful and touching. Sad, too, though the fact that the Immortals revere the human!Winchester line.
And I have to know... Dean and Chloe have known each other for a century. Oh, what things they might have done. ;)
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Date: 2007-09-15 01:02 pm (UTC)Netflicks is a wonderful thing. that was how I found my Highlander love.
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Date: 2007-09-18 02:57 am (UTC)When they meet again, then maybe they'll see each other in a new light. and have the chance to start again.
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Date: 2007-09-18 01:53 am (UTC)check my LJ in a little bit. ;)
(i found the link in sn_crossovers)
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Date: 2007-10-28 09:49 pm (UTC)I feel really bad for Dean, though--he's going to outlive his brother by eternity!
I think you should write a story where Immortal!Dean runs into Ghost!Sam...
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Date: 2008-05-27 08:27 pm (UTC)Okay so here's where I started to get somewhat confused.
What this Chloe!Meta thing. And thought we talking about killing Winchesters! Sammy not dead! Nope not a chance.
Nice seeing Sam's kids though.
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Date: 2008-05-27 11:05 pm (UTC)Really all you need to know is that Chloe can heal and is immortal but not the highlander kind of immortal.
Also these are Sam's grandkids actually - which is why Sam is dead. He just got old and passed away.
Does that help?
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