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strangevisitor7Title: Nobody’s Girl (2/6)
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Prompt: #90 Home for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
crossovers100 My table is here
Fandoms: Smallville, Highlander and Supernatural
Characters : Chloe Sullivan, Dean Winchester, Richie Ryan, Sam Winchester and Duncan MacLeod.
Pairing: Well that’s the story isn’t it? Will it be Chloe/Dean or Chloe/Richie?
Rating: PG-13
DisclaimerThe characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: The gang returns to Seacouver, Washington where Duncan owns a dojo/apartment building. They come to the aid of Duncan’s old girl friend, Anne Lindsey, whose house is haunted. At the same time, Chloe has distracting man issues to deal with and Sam gets to play referee.
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6
A/N: The rest of the Immortal Dean series can be found Here
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Nobody's Girl:Chapter 2
The next day the four stood outside the house that Duncan had renovated for Anne. The Highlander had maintained his pledge to stay with Anne and Mary until the crisis was over. Dean just wished he could have left Chloe behind as well.
True she’d been helpful with research these past few months but she was still a civilian. Sam had experience and Richie was Immortal while Chloe was just a distraction.
He looked over to where Chloe was standing and laughing with Richie. On the road, she’d really annoyed the crap out of him but in a way that made him reluctant to admit he might miss her when she left. He didn’t understand why the sight of the two of them flirting made his stomach turn.
“Okay Sam, why don’t you fill us in?” Dean's voice was clipped as he focused back on the job at hand. He called over to the others. “Join us or get a room!” He snapped in Chloe’s direction.
She returned his quip with a raised eyebrow that suggested he should grow up. Richie laughed, “He really can’t handle losing a girl to me.”
“Who says I’m your girl?” She said as they walked over to stand with the brothers
“Richie you should know you stand no chance against the Winchester charm.” Dean said and then realized he’d just admitted that he might be after Chloe. He added hurriedly, “I mean…in general…”
Sam cleared his throat cutting off any response from Chloe. “The house was originally built in 1935,” Sam announced. He glanced at Dean who recognized that Sam had rescued him from digging an even deeper hole. Dean also knew that Sam was feeling smug about it too, the bitch. “There are no violent deaths of any kind on record. In fact there is no record that anyone even died of natural causes on the property.”
“But that doesn’t mean that someone wasn’t killed here and then never reported missing,” Chloe offered.
“Exactly,” Sam agreed.
“That means the body would still be on site, right?” Richie asked.
“One point for the newbie,” Dean smirked, “Chloe and I will check out the house. You and Sam check out the garage.”
“But the garage is the most likely location for the body. Why check out the house at all?” Richie inquired. Dean was about to explain the concept of being thorough when Chloe spoke up
“I agree and I’d like to check the garage with Richie and Sam.”
“Chloe, you’re staying with me and that’s the way it is.” He stepped protectively toward her.
“What so the big brave Immortal hunter can protect me? I don’t think so.”
The woman was infuriating. Staying with him was the safest way. Besides there was no way he was letting her anywhere near the garage. “Listen sweetheart, you’re not Immortal and you’re not that experienced. In fact why are you even still here? You got your story.” Dean lashed out. She didn’t flinch. She just stood there waiting for him to see it her way. He knew he would never make her see his point about the danger so he switched tactics, “Do I need to kiss you again to get you to behave?”
Dean noticed a small smile begin at the edge of her mouth that she clamped down on immediately. Chloe poked a finger into his chest to get him to back off, “Why I’m still here is my business. And there will be no kissing.” Pushing past him, she grabbed Richie’s hand and pulled him toward the half-built garage.
Richie sent a smirk back in Dean’s direction. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Dean barked as he took off after them.
“Everybody calm down,” Sam shouted. They all turned to look at him. “We need to do this as a team. This isn’t some fun house. How about we don’t split up? Let’s all start with the house.”
“Dude, it’s not my fault she’s such a pain…” Sam held up a finger and Dean grumbled his agreement, “Fine! We all search the house first.”
*******
Dean took point as he led the now silent quartet into the house. They spread out as they entered the living room. Dean held out the EMF detector. “Nothing here,” he announced, “I’m heading upstairs. Sam, you and Richie check out the rest of the first floor.” He looked pointedly at Chloe who nodded and followed him.
Dean glanced down at Chloe as they climbed the steps to the second floor. He noticed form this angle he could look right down her blouse. He hadn’t realized he’d paused to enjoy the view until she asked, “You picking up something?”
Smirking he left the quip about picking her up die on his lips. He reminded himself that he wasn’t interested in her that way but the mental voice in his head begged to differ. Instead he snapped, “No just being cautious. That okay with you, your highness.” Without waiting for her to respond, he continued up to the second floor.
Leading with the EMF detector in one hand and the salt-filled shot gun resting loosely in the other, Dean entered the Master bedroom suite. To the right was a bay window which looked out to the front of the house. Chloe edged to the left and open one of the three doors along the wall. It was a closet. Dean watched her movements closely as he walked past to open the next door.
As he turned the knob the EMF detector went crazy. The door flung open of its own accord, knocking him onto the bed. From his seated position he raised his shot gun but nothing exited the second closet. He glanced over at Chloe who held her shot gun at the ready but shrugged indicating she hadn’t seen the spirit either.
Putting up a hand indicating that she should hold her position, he reached for the third door to what he assumed must be the bathroom. The door opened silently. Next thing he knew he was flying across the room and slamming into the wall near the door they’d entered.
A bloody figure in white had entered the room. Dean shook the pain from his head and watched as Chloe fired. The figure flickered and disappeared just as the shot rang out shattering the bay window. Dean struggled to his feet and scrambled to retrieve his gun.
Chloe walked toward where the spirit had stood and suddenly the woman was behind her. Chloe whirled feeling the presence and fired again. But the spirit had already grabbed her and the shot went wild clipping Dean. “Son of a Bitch,” he shouted. It’s not like he wouldn’t heal but rock salt still packed a wallop and sent him sprawling to the ground. He watched as the grisly apparition dragged Chloe toward the broken window. He reached for his shot gun. He didn’t have a shot that wouldn’t hit Chloe as well.
Dean was attempting to get to his feet for a better angle when he heard the sound of footsteps, “Dean! Chloe!” Sam shouted as he and Richie raced into the room. Sam took in the scene and immediately fired at the woman who had Chloe backed up against the broken window. The rock salt found its target but as she was dissipating the spirit gave Chloe one last push.
The three men stared speechless as Chloe tumbled out of the window. Sam turned to Richie and snapped, “Go help Chloe, I’ll get Dean.” Richie nodded and booked down the steps
Sam turned to Dean, “You ok?” He asked offering him a hand up.
Dean grunted the affirmative and looked toward the window. It wasn’t a huge fall. She might have survived. He headed toward the steps; his wound was almost fully healed but still painful. He needed her to be okay. The thought that she wasn’t made something in Dean’s gut plummet.
Author:
strangevisitor7Beta: Thanks to
pen37 & idontlikegravyPrompt: #90 Home for
crossovers100 My table is hereFandoms: Smallville, Highlander and Supernatural
Characters : Chloe Sullivan, Dean Winchester, Richie Ryan, Sam Winchester and Duncan MacLeod.
Pairing: Well that’s the story isn’t it? Will it be Chloe/Dean or Chloe/Richie?
Rating: PG-13
DisclaimerThe characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.
Summary: The gang returns to Seacouver, Washington where Duncan owns a dojo/apartment building. They come to the aid of Duncan’s old girl friend, Anne Lindsey, whose house is haunted. At the same time, Chloe has distracting man issues to deal with and Sam gets to play referee.
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6
A/N: The rest of the Immortal Dean series can be found Here
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The next day the four stood outside the house that Duncan had renovated for Anne. The Highlander had maintained his pledge to stay with Anne and Mary until the crisis was over. Dean just wished he could have left Chloe behind as well.
True she’d been helpful with research these past few months but she was still a civilian. Sam had experience and Richie was Immortal while Chloe was just a distraction.
He looked over to where Chloe was standing and laughing with Richie. On the road, she’d really annoyed the crap out of him but in a way that made him reluctant to admit he might miss her when she left. He didn’t understand why the sight of the two of them flirting made his stomach turn.
“Okay Sam, why don’t you fill us in?” Dean's voice was clipped as he focused back on the job at hand. He called over to the others. “Join us or get a room!” He snapped in Chloe’s direction.
She returned his quip with a raised eyebrow that suggested he should grow up. Richie laughed, “He really can’t handle losing a girl to me.”
“Who says I’m your girl?” She said as they walked over to stand with the brothers
“Richie you should know you stand no chance against the Winchester charm.” Dean said and then realized he’d just admitted that he might be after Chloe. He added hurriedly, “I mean…in general…”
Sam cleared his throat cutting off any response from Chloe. “The house was originally built in 1935,” Sam announced. He glanced at Dean who recognized that Sam had rescued him from digging an even deeper hole. Dean also knew that Sam was feeling smug about it too, the bitch. “There are no violent deaths of any kind on record. In fact there is no record that anyone even died of natural causes on the property.”
“But that doesn’t mean that someone wasn’t killed here and then never reported missing,” Chloe offered.
“Exactly,” Sam agreed.
“That means the body would still be on site, right?” Richie asked.
“One point for the newbie,” Dean smirked, “Chloe and I will check out the house. You and Sam check out the garage.”
“But the garage is the most likely location for the body. Why check out the house at all?” Richie inquired. Dean was about to explain the concept of being thorough when Chloe spoke up
“I agree and I’d like to check the garage with Richie and Sam.”
“Chloe, you’re staying with me and that’s the way it is.” He stepped protectively toward her.
“What so the big brave Immortal hunter can protect me? I don’t think so.”
The woman was infuriating. Staying with him was the safest way. Besides there was no way he was letting her anywhere near the garage. “Listen sweetheart, you’re not Immortal and you’re not that experienced. In fact why are you even still here? You got your story.” Dean lashed out. She didn’t flinch. She just stood there waiting for him to see it her way. He knew he would never make her see his point about the danger so he switched tactics, “Do I need to kiss you again to get you to behave?”
Dean noticed a small smile begin at the edge of her mouth that she clamped down on immediately. Chloe poked a finger into his chest to get him to back off, “Why I’m still here is my business. And there will be no kissing.” Pushing past him, she grabbed Richie’s hand and pulled him toward the half-built garage.
Richie sent a smirk back in Dean’s direction. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Dean barked as he took off after them.
“Everybody calm down,” Sam shouted. They all turned to look at him. “We need to do this as a team. This isn’t some fun house. How about we don’t split up? Let’s all start with the house.”
“Dude, it’s not my fault she’s such a pain…” Sam held up a finger and Dean grumbled his agreement, “Fine! We all search the house first.”
*******
Dean took point as he led the now silent quartet into the house. They spread out as they entered the living room. Dean held out the EMF detector. “Nothing here,” he announced, “I’m heading upstairs. Sam, you and Richie check out the rest of the first floor.” He looked pointedly at Chloe who nodded and followed him.
Dean glanced down at Chloe as they climbed the steps to the second floor. He noticed form this angle he could look right down her blouse. He hadn’t realized he’d paused to enjoy the view until she asked, “You picking up something?”
Smirking he left the quip about picking her up die on his lips. He reminded himself that he wasn’t interested in her that way but the mental voice in his head begged to differ. Instead he snapped, “No just being cautious. That okay with you, your highness.” Without waiting for her to respond, he continued up to the second floor.
Leading with the EMF detector in one hand and the salt-filled shot gun resting loosely in the other, Dean entered the Master bedroom suite. To the right was a bay window which looked out to the front of the house. Chloe edged to the left and open one of the three doors along the wall. It was a closet. Dean watched her movements closely as he walked past to open the next door.
As he turned the knob the EMF detector went crazy. The door flung open of its own accord, knocking him onto the bed. From his seated position he raised his shot gun but nothing exited the second closet. He glanced over at Chloe who held her shot gun at the ready but shrugged indicating she hadn’t seen the spirit either.
Putting up a hand indicating that she should hold her position, he reached for the third door to what he assumed must be the bathroom. The door opened silently. Next thing he knew he was flying across the room and slamming into the wall near the door they’d entered.
A bloody figure in white had entered the room. Dean shook the pain from his head and watched as Chloe fired. The figure flickered and disappeared just as the shot rang out shattering the bay window. Dean struggled to his feet and scrambled to retrieve his gun.
Chloe walked toward where the spirit had stood and suddenly the woman was behind her. Chloe whirled feeling the presence and fired again. But the spirit had already grabbed her and the shot went wild clipping Dean. “Son of a Bitch,” he shouted. It’s not like he wouldn’t heal but rock salt still packed a wallop and sent him sprawling to the ground. He watched as the grisly apparition dragged Chloe toward the broken window. He reached for his shot gun. He didn’t have a shot that wouldn’t hit Chloe as well.
Dean was attempting to get to his feet for a better angle when he heard the sound of footsteps, “Dean! Chloe!” Sam shouted as he and Richie raced into the room. Sam took in the scene and immediately fired at the woman who had Chloe backed up against the broken window. The rock salt found its target but as she was dissipating the spirit gave Chloe one last push.
The three men stared speechless as Chloe tumbled out of the window. Sam turned to Richie and snapped, “Go help Chloe, I’ll get Dean.” Richie nodded and booked down the steps
Sam turned to Dean, “You ok?” He asked offering him a hand up.
Dean grunted the affirmative and looked toward the window. It wasn’t a huge fall. She might have survived. He headed toward the steps; his wound was almost fully healed but still painful. He needed her to be okay. The thought that she wasn’t made something in Dean’s gut plummet.