Two Guys, a Girl, & a Chevy Impala

Falling ACME Anvils (1/1)

Tue, 02 Sep 2008 21:02:41 GMT

Title: Falling ACME Anvils
Author: clarksmuse
Beta: divas_lament
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Grace Winchester
Summary: When unearthing family secrets, use subterfuge. And potato chips.
Prompt: #90 – Home for crossovers100 Supernatural prompt. Table is HERE.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: While Sam and Dean don’t belong to me, the girl is mine.
A/N: written for Spawn Tuesday . . . the last one. *sniffs*

( you want to handle the this is why we line your windows with salt speech while I turn the car around? )

facepalm

Mon, 07 Jul 2008 18:11:26 GMT

jo_winchester had made some lovely icons and a wallpaper for this series, and the scatterbrain that I am completely forgot to post them! Personally, I love them all! Please credit jo_winchester if you snag any. ♥

Icons:

Wallpaper (click to see full size):

Blue on Black (1/1) - Grace Winchester

Tue, 01 Jul 2008 19:30:20 GMT

Title: Blue on Black
Author: clarksmuse
Fandoms: Supernatural, Smallville
Characters: Dean Winchester, Chloe Sullivan, OFC (Grace Winchester)
Prompt: for crossovers100: #41 – Shapes, for the general Supernatural prompt. Table is HERE.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters, except the OFC. Please don’t sue.
Summary: Grace gets inked. How do you think Dean will react?
A/N: written for Spawn Tuesday. Part of the Two Guys ‘verse. This is unbeta’ed, so all mistakes and snafus are mine.

( You forgot the number one Winchester rule. )

Fic: The Old Ball Game (1/1)

Tue, 24 Jun 2008 20:51:36 GMT

Title: The Old Ball Game
Author: clarksmuse
Characters: Jacob Winchester (Sam and Sarah’s son), OFC
Rating: PG
Summary: He had better things to do than be at a baseball game.
Disclaimer: I kinda own them, so their flaws are mine. I don’t own Jacob’s parents, however, so please no suing, okay?
A/N: written for the spawnfic_tues comm.

( He had better things to do than watch a stupid ballgame. )

Get Outta My Head (1/1) - Grace and Jacob Winchester

Tue, 10 Jun 2008 04:22:03 GMT

Title: Get Outta My Head
Author: clarksmuse
Beta: strangevisitor7
Characters: Jacob Winchester (Sam and Sarah’s son); Grace Winchester (Dean and Chloe’s daughter)
Prompt: for crossovers100: #53 – Earth, for the general SPN prompt. Table is HERE.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I might not own the crossover parentage, but I definitely had a hand in creating the kids.
Summary: It's always about the bragging rights.
A/N: This fic is the result of listening to Outta My Head one too many times on the ride home from the gym today. The other song I mention is She Thinks My Tractor’s Sexy, my hubby’s favorite song to torture me with. Part of the Two Guys ‘verse.

( Smackdowns and bragging rights )

Prank Wars (1/1) - Grace, Jacob, Sam/Sarah, Chloe

Tue, 03 Jun 2008 21:06:49 GMT

Title: Prank Wars
Author: clarksmuse
Beta: pen37
Characters: Chloe, Sam, Sarah, Grace, Jacob
Prompt: for crossovers100: #85 – Hot, for the general SPN prompt. Table is HERE.
Rating: G
Summary: Grace and Jacob participate in the Winchester family tradition.
Disclaimer: Chloe is the property of AlMiles; Sam and Sarah belong to Kripke. Jacob is the product of xtremeroswellia and my imagination, while Grace is all my doing. So no suing, okay?

( Watch it, psychic boy, or I’m going to shoot you pictures of your parents doing it. )

Fic: Bad Moon Rising (1/1) - Grace Winchester

Tue, 27 May 2008 20:40:26 GMT

Title: Bad Moon Rising
Author: clarksmuse
Rating: PG
Beta: pen37
Characters: Grace Winchester, Billy, Chloe, mentions of Dean, Sam, and Jacob Winchester
Prompt: for crossovers100: #35 – Sixth Sense, for the SPN general prompt. Table is HERE.
Disclaimer: I only own Grace and Billy; their faults are my own. The rest belong to their respective owners.
Summary: Grace Winchester doesn't have to do much to get a mental phone call from Mom.
A/N: Part of the Two Guys 'verse.

( Madeline Grace Winchester. If you’re not back in ten minutes, your father’s coming after you. )

Five Times the Winchesters Talked Parenthood

Tue, 20 May 2008 20:27:43 GMT

Title: Five Times the Winchesters Talked Parenthood
Author: clarksmuse
Beta: pen37
Rating: PG
Pairings: Dean/Chloe, Sam/Sarah
Prompt: for crossovers100: #28 – children, for the SPN general prompt. Table is HERE; written for divas_lament’s Spawn Tuesday.
Series: Part of the Two Guys, a Girl, and a Chevy Impala ‘verse – takes place after the main series storyline, but it could stand alone as a one-shot.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, except maybe for the kids. All this is in good fun. Please don’t sue.

1. Sam, she’s possessed!

“Sam, she’s possessed!” Dean Winchester had the look of a man who was absolutely at the end of his rope. Sam recognized the wild, frantic look in his older brother’s eyes, because he had been there not too long ago.

First Time Father Syndrome was what he and Sarah had coined it since they’d had Jacob and no matter how much Dean denied it, he had it.

Sam laughed as he walked into Dean and Chloe’s residence and shut the door behind him. “Dude, who’s possessed?”

Dean gave him a withering look and indicated to the three-week old infant cradled in his arms. “Hello? My daughter? The one with a scream that could shatter glass?”

Biting back a grin, Sam listened to the small unhappy screams of his niece, her face screwed into a look of unhappiness as she wailed. “Aw, what’s wrong, Gracie?” he cooed and carefully rubbed his pinkie finger into a balled fist. The child continued crying, blue-green eyes open for a fraction of a second. Her hand slid from his finger and Sam stepped back.

“What’s wrong?” Dean demanded and frowned with worry. “She’s been crying like this for two minutes now, and I have no idea what’s wrong with her! I seriously think a demon got up in her or something!”

Sam watched as his brother leaned towards his daughter’s face and kissed her forehead, which calmed the infant for a moment. “Dude, you know that babies cry, right? Like, for everything they need?”

“I took the classes, Sammy and read all the things Chloe insisted would help me out,” he groused and moved towards the kitchen. “I’m not stupid.”

“No, you’re just a father,” Sam said and chuckled. “Lemme guess: this is your first time with Gracie without Chloe around?”

“Yeah, she insisted it was time for her to get back to the Sun. Like she needed to go back to work to support the family.”

Sam frowned. Now was not the time to point out that he knew Dean and Chloe had discussed her returning to work after the baby’s birth, that Sam and Sarah would help out with Gracie until the new parents got their bearings once again. “So,” he cleared his throat. “When was the last time you changed her diaper?”

Dean made a face. “Chloe’s? Dude, she’s so not a child!”

“Grace’s, Dean.”

Dean made another face. “Chloe did that before she left for work.”

“Which was?”

“Uh, thirty minutes ago.”

Check that off the list. “Think she’s tired?”

Dean indicated to his daughter. “Does this sound like a tired cry to you?” he asked. “She doesn’t cry like this at night when we’re putting her down.”

Sam rested against the counter and smiled. “And how does she cry?”

“She makes this . . . squeaking kind of cry.” Dean shrugged and gazed at Sam, the frustration gone from his hazel eyes. Instead, Sam saw a softness barely betrayed. “Anyway, what’s your point?”

“The point? Dean, I think she’s hungry.” Walking to the refrigerator, Sam pulled out a small bottle and put it into the microwave to heat it. “When did Chloe feed her last?”

Dean groaned. “Only an hour ago. You seriously think she’s hungry?” He looked down at his bawling, angry daughter and bounced her tenderly in his arms. “Is my girl hungry? Did she inherit Daddy’s love of food?”

“Probably,” Sam said and put the bottle in Dean’s hand. He watched as Dean sat down and cradled Grace with one hand while he gently massaged the bottle’s nipple into her mouth. The baby sucked hard on it and immediately quieted. He laughed. “Yep, she definitely inherited that trait. Aren’t you glad that we’re neighbors, dude?”

“Yeah, whatever would I do without you,” Dean said and rolled his eyes at his younger brother.

2. Changing diapers

“You can do this, Dean,” Chloe insisted, hands on hips, a wide smile on her face.

Dean shot his wife an uncertain look and then glanced down at his daughter on the changing table, crying to beat the Devil. He sucked in a breath and dispelled it. “Ew, God,” he complained. “All she drinks is formula and breast milk. Why’s it got to smell like . . . that?”

Chloe shrugged and rubbed the baby’s silken hair with her fingers. “It’s the formula, Dean.”

“Formula causes . . . this?”

She laughed and nodded. “ Anyway, you’re her father, and she told me she wanted you to change her.”

“How? With that ESP thing you probably gave to her?” he asked and shot her a look.

She laughed and kissed him quickly. “Sure, why not? Time you learned how to change a diaper, Dad.” With that, she left the nursery.

“I fight demons and fix cars,” Dean grumbled as he unhooked Grace’s onesy and pulled it up to change the dirty diaper. “I can do this.”

The smell assaulted his nose like a demon attack, but he persisted because his daughter shot him the beginnings of a smile. And that made this torturous task worth it.

3. My kid can beat up your kid

“Ten bucks says I can teach Grace how to beat up Jacob by the time she’s five.”

“No way! Jacob’s two years older than Grace is. No way she’ll ever get a handle on him.”

“Will too!”

“Will not!”

“Gracie’s gonna know how to protect herself, Sam. What better way to practice than on her cousin?”

“Oh yeah?” Sam asked. “Jacob already knows that girls have cooties, so no way he’s going to let her take him.”

Sarah and Chloe, who were sitting in the living room feeding two year old Jacob and six week old Grace, looked at each other and smiled before turning to look at their husbands argue over which kid will be the biggest, fastest, and best. “Brothers to the core,” Sarah whispered and winked at Chloe.

Chloe stifled a laugh and leaned towards Sarah. “And they’ll pass this on to their kids, you know that, right?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Sarah replied.

The brothers continued their playful argument, ignorant of their wives’ knowing smiles.

4. Sex life? What sex life?

“It’s been over a month,” Sam complained to Sarah one night as they lay in bed and listened to their son Jacob cry for his father. He moved his hand over Sarah’s stomach and caressed her skin. When he felt her react favorably, he sighed longingly. “Can’t we just let him cry this once?”

Sarah turned her head and kissed Sam. “You remember the last time we let him cry?” Her body moved with the motions of his hand, and Sam could feel her passion rising with each passing second.

But the memory of “last time” gave him pause: Jacob had been so intent on finding Daddy that he had crawled out of his toddler bed and walked in on Sam and Sarah making love. So intent on their hurried moments of passion, neither of them had shut the door. And knowing his son would do the same thing was like putting icy water on a fire.

“Sometimes being a dad sucks,” Sam grumbled and got out of bed with a heavy sigh.

“But you love it,” Sarah grinned.

Sam had to admit, she had him there. He wouldn’t trade fatherhood with anything else in the world.

5. First words don’t count as chick flick moments

“Sarah, you’ll never guess what happened!” Chloe practically yelled from the front porch across the yard at her sister-in-law, who was out playing with Jacob.

Sarah straightened and smiled at Chloe. “Do tell,” she called back. “Does it have to do with my beautiful niece?”

Chloe shot down the steps and crossed into Sam and Sarah’s yard, a brilliant grin on her lips. “Gracie said her first word,” she said, pride in her voice. “And I think she’s got Dean wrapped around her finger even more.”

“She didn’t say something like Daddy, did she?” Sarah asked and shook her head.

“Da, actually. Hey, wasn’t that Jacob’s first word?”

“Yep. Only his was more like a jibbery version of Dada. Sam still can’t get over how wonderful that moment was.”

“Did he get all teary eyed and then claim he had something in his eye?” Chloe asked.

Her sister-in-law laughed and turned to watch Jacob playing with his basketball set. “Even went so far as to pretend to fish out that imaginary eyelash. What did Dean do?”

“Picked her up and played ‘airplane’ with her for several minutes,” Chloe replied, tears of joy gathering in her eyes. “I think he was trying to ignore the fact that he wanted to get blubbery, too.”

“Why, what’d he say?”

“He told me that first words never counted as ‘chick flick moments’.”

“And that means . . . what, exactly?”

“Who knows?” Chloe replied with a shrug and a laugh. “As chick flick moments go, that one was pretty non-chicky. But Dean’ll never let me live this one down.”

“Not until your next child decides to get even and learn your title first.”

“Let’s start keeping tallies, so at least we can hold something over their heads.”

“Agreed,” Sarah said. “Dads don’t always get the last say-so.”

Five Times Sarah Blake Almost Called Sam Winchester for Help

Wed, 26 Mar 2008 17:25:41 GMT

Title: Five Times Sarah Blake Almost Called Sam Winchester for Help
Author: clarksmuse
Beta: pen37
Characters: Sarah Blake, mentions of Sam and Dean Winchester
Rating: PG
Prompt: for spn_het_love’s five times challenge
Word Count: 1,999
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters. They belong to Kripke. Please don’t sure.
Author’s Note: This takes place during the Two Guys ‘verse I co-authored. I consider it Sarah Blake’s backstory as to why she contacted Sam at the end of fic two. Reading the series isn’t a must, though, since I believe it could stand on its own as a one-shot. Enjoy!

1.

Sarah Blake had expected to discover the supernatural ensconced within the items her father bought for the family auction house. Especially after her first-hand experience, meeting the Winchesters and going with them on the scariest adventure she’d ever known. But that “creepy-ass painting”, as Dean had once described it, had changed her life – in more ways than one.

For starters, her father still hadn’t forgiven her for burning the infamous painting. You’d think after six months he’d let it go. But Sarah always remembered the look of incredulity on Daniel Blake’s face when she explained why it had to be destroyed. Winced at the angry tone in his voice just before he slammed his office door shut in her face. “That thing was worth a fortune! What do you mean, it was haunted?”

What was worse, the entire staff at Blake’s Auction House had heard that heated argument, though none of them ever mentioned it to Sarah. That didn’t matter, because clearly it lingered in their minds. Sarah always felt it when they watched her. No doubt they wondered if she was going to do something so drastic again. It was like they were torn between amusement and abject terror.

Did they believe her or not? Could something like this happen again? Sarah could almost hear the burning questions, but she didn’t care if everyone thought she was insane. She knew what she’d seen.

Besides, how could she ignore what she had come to consider a major turning point in her life? She had met Sam Winchester, a man who had helped her feel again. She thought she’d been stone after her mother’s death: as cold and unfeeling as the marble statues that father bid on at auction.

Who knew meeting a handsome, kind and wonderful stranger could change all that? Sarah wished she could repay him with more than just a simple kiss – wished that his work would bring him back to her part of New York State so they could pick up where they’d left off. That buzz of attraction wasn’t something you just let go, right?

So calling Sam and asking him to come out almost happened when, one evening during her night to close up, Sarah caught a faint movement out of the corner of her eye and turned to find an Egyptian urn – an item just purchased that day – floating above its display stand.

For a minute, Sarah stood frozen in her tracks and stared at the object, eyes widening with disbelief. She may have expected to see something like this, but that didn’t mean it was a pleasant surprise. And since everyone else had left, she was alone. Figures. At least if someone else saw this, no one else’d think I’m completely nuts.

She was fumbling with her cell phone to contact Sam and ask for his help when a snickering from the second level stopped her. And all of a sudden, the urn lurched to the side, like it was being carried to another location. Sarah held her breath and clutched the phone tightly, while the fragile antique sway backwards into its original position for a moment. It then seemed to struggle to remain still – it made jerky motions that suggested it wanted to remain still but couldn’t help swaying from side to side.

What the?

“Gotcha Sarah!” a male voice cried from above her head. Startled, she looked up to the balcony level and at the faces of three part-time staff – Pat, Mike, and Ben. The ones who got a kick out of looking at her like she had lost some marbles after the portrait burning incident. Surprise turned to irritation when she noticed each man held a small object in their hands, and a slight flick of a wrist sent the urn jerking violently immediately below them.

It was a set-up to get her goat. Sarah slipped her cell phone back into her pocket, Sam Winchester forgotten for the moment as she glared at them. “You three are in so much trouble.”

2.

One month later . . .

Sarah swore the storage room in the back of the auction house was haunted. Ever since they had purchased the Culver Estate – “a grand find”, according to her father – she’d harbored the impression of being watched whenever she went into the back room to catalog the estate’s inventory.

It wasn’t as if it was a threatening presence. Sure, she felt the prickle of her hair standing on the back of her neck as she worked, felt invisible eyes staring through her. But she wasn't sure if that automatically mean whatever it was meant to do her harm.

Besides, one of her co-workers, a sweet lady named Beatrice, had felt the exact same thing while helping Sarah one day. And when Beatrice happened to mention it, Sarah couldn’t suppress the mental victory arms because someone else within the auction house had encountered this thing, whatever it was. You definitely couldn’t make that up.

The only problem was, Sarah had no idea where to start looking or what might have brought the spirit – she assumed it was a spirit – into the workplace, and once again she thought about calling Sam. Granted, he might think her strange to call him out of the blue and ask for his help, but maybe he could point her in the direction of a cleansing ritual or something. Why not bless the entire room and its contents?

But cataloging took a lot of time and effort, and Sarah forgot about calling him. The awkwardness of that call frightened her more than the seemingly non-threatening spirit did. Besides, the following week, after most of the Culver Estate items had been sold, she stopped sensing the energy and let it drop. Why go out of your way to get rid of something when it had never hurt anyone?

3.

Two months later . . .

Sam’s number flashed on the phone’s LCD screen. All she had to do was hit send and hear his voice again. It’d be so easy to allow herself the luxury of listening to the one voice that mattered to her still.

Of course, Sarah didn’t have a valid excuse to call. There wasn’t some strange happening at work and as far as she knew, her plush historical downtown apartment wasn’t haunted, either. So why contact a guy who, for all intents and purposes, had never called her again – despite the few emails they’d exchanged in the months since he’d left? That’d make her look desperate.

Didn’t matter that she felt desperate. And lonely. Unloved and unwanted, especially since the guy she’d just started seeing – someone Sarah met through her father and had just begun to like – had brutally dumped her for someone else. She hadn’t been out with many other men since Sam Winchester, so this had been a huge step for her. So wanting to call her former crush slash friend and cry in his ear about how much she missed him and wanted to see him again was such a bad idea.

Sarah curled up on the end of the couch and watched the television screen flicker with her favorite television show, one she turned to whenever she needed some comfort, though she paid no attention to its characters. If she was honest with herself, she’d seen this breakup coming. It was like the glaring light of an oncoming train: a part of her still carried a flame for Sam. Always hoping he’d return and willing to explore their mutual attraction, take that next step; wondering if he learned to open his heart again, risk loving another. Wishing she could be there when that happened.

But Sarah talked herself out of that phone call. No use crying over spilled milk or asking herself that most damming question: ‘what if?’ As much as she wanted to see him again, she understood it was time to put the past away on the shelf and move on. Time to let go of the green-hazel eyes that haunted her dreams at night.

Tossing her phone to the other side of the couch, Sarah grabbed the pint of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream on the end table and dug into it with relish, while her eyes focused on the TV screen.

4.

Three months later . . .

The gaudy Victorian-era lamp was an eyesore, but Sarah held her tongue while listening to her father brag like it was the best thing since discovering King Tut’s tomb. It would bring in a lot of rich patrons. It was worth a small fortune. The people who ultimately bought it should consider themselves lucky. Sarah rolled her eyes and tried not to glare at Daniel Blake. Was that all he thought about? Money and riches?

Sarah avoided going near it when she could, especially since she’d noticed that the otherwise steady, pale, sickly light it emanated flickered whenever she was around. Like a candle in a drafty room. To make matters worse, it seemed like she was the only person who noticed this phenomena. She’d studied it, watched its reaction while other staff members and clients were close to it, and felt her heart sink when she realized no one else affected the lamp like she did.

Why won’t these stupid haunted things let me forget? she asked herself. Since the supernatural had come into the auction house, it was staying there for good. Never letting her forget who she’d met because of it. Her mood only got worse as the days rolled by, always aware of the lamp sitting in the middle of the auction floor on proud display, only acting strangely when she was near.

So she took drastic measures one night: after waiting for everyone to leave – it being her night to close – Sarah stole the lamp from its spot, took it out back, and smashed the wretched thing into a million pieces.

Who cares if it was priceless or haunted? Neither was worth the memories.

5.

Two weeks later . . .

Where these small, toadstool-looking things came from, Sarah hadn’t a clue. They just randomly appeared one day in her father’s office: she’d been sorting through some paperwork when she heard a soft scuffling noise on the floor and looked down to find three small circular objects by her foot. And with a soft snort, she kicked them gently under the desk without thinking much about what they were.

So when the scratching noises resumed moments later under the desk, Sarah shot out of the plush, leather seat and high-tailed it out of the office.

I give up, she thought with a wry smile. Supernatural beings, I’m calling the experts. Never mind that I still have a crush on one of them.

Pulling out her cell phone, Sarah paused for a moment before she hit the speed dial. She and Sam hadn’t really talked to each other in the last year. How awkward was it to call and ask for help?

A phone call was out of the question. Instead, she settled for the other, more obvious and safer mode of communication: email. Something short, sweet, and to the point. Something catchy enough to bring both Winchesters to upstate New York to investigate the button-like things on her father’s office floor – the scratching, moving things.

She ignored her increased heartbeat and the happy feeling in the pit of her stomach at the thought of seeing Sam again. Instead she pulled up an email and shot Sam a virtual S.O.S. from her cell phone and then pocketed it away.

And when several valuable paintings went missing the next day and her father was yelling about it at the top of his lungs, Sarah got a short email from Sam. We’re coming. Be there soon.

She smiled placidly and tuned out the ranting over missing portraits. Sam and Dean Winchester would help, and just maybe she and Sam could pick up where they’d left off.

My gosh, it's been awhile...

Wed, 13 Feb 2008 02:22:11 GMT

... and we promised follow-up ficlets, didn't we? xtremeroswellia and I started writing one, and I'll get that finished and published soon, okay?

In the meantime, enjoy the wonderfulness that fonapola made just for this series! GAH, I'm really excited!!

Mod Post

Sun, 02 Dec 2007 04:47:54 GMT

Because of the new flagging scripts LJ has put into effect (love ya, LJ, really I do), I am flagging this as a "adult content" site. Why? Cause there's a lot of adult content in this fic, and I just want to take precautions... just in case. Scratch that. Why? Because if you're not old enough to read adult-rated material, then you shouldn't be here in the first place. If you're 17 and older, you're good.

That being said, now that Nano is over (THANK GOD) maybe xtremeroswellia and I can get to some ficlets or something. ;)

ETA: *dies laughing* OMG, that mood icon is hilarious!

Fic 22: As the End Draws Near (5/5)

Fri, 09 Nov 2007 01:44:11 GMT

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Series: Two Guys, a Girl and a Chevy Impala

Fic 22: As the End Draws Near
Authors: clarksmuse and xtremeroswellia
Rated: NC-17
Pairings: Dean/Chloe, Sam/Sarah
Disclaimer: Not ours. Please don't sue, okay? Thanks. :P
Author's Note at the end... *sniff*

Four months later... Vancouver, British Columbia...

Holding their newborn in her arms, Sarah had never been happier. Jacob Winchester looked so much like Sam, with the dark thatch of hair and the dimples in his cheeks. Though his eyes were blue, she had no doubt at all that they would turn a dark hazel.

The delivery hadn't been easy, but somehow they had all made it. And Sam had been there through it all, his constancy and love guiding her like a light. She gazed up at him, her eyes blurring with tears. "Jacob looks just like you," she said.

Sam smiled at her, his own eyes shiny with unshed tears. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "I think he looks like you."

"How do you figure? He's a handsome guy just like his daddy."

He grinned. "Which means Dean will think Jacob looks like him."

"What can I say? It's the Winchester genes," came a confident voice from the doorway. Sarah looked over to see Dean and Chloe, hand in hand, standing there with large, toothy smiles.

"Yeah, because our son got all your genes, Dean," Sarah remarked and gave him a look.

Dean pulled Chloe close to him and they walked to the bed. "Hey, Sammy's not my little brother for nothin'," he remarked.

"He's beautiful," she whispered, gazing at the tiny bundle in her friend's arms, then lifting her eyes to meet Sarah's. "How ya feeling? You need anything?"

"Everything I need is now standing in this room," she said and smiled at Chloe. "Do you want to hold your nephew?"

A grin spread across her face. "Yes," she whispered without hesitation, leaning down so Sarah could shift Jacob into her arms. She pressed a feather light kiss against the baby's forehead, tears prickling at her eyes as he opened his mouth and yawned, looking up at her sleepily for a moment.

"I think he likes his aunt Chloe," Dean said and watched, heart full of wonder, at the quiet bonding moment. He looked over at Sam and wasn't sure his brother's feet were on the ground. "Dude, I think you did well... for once."

Sam grinned. "Yeah. We did." He reached down and took Sarah's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as he watched Chloe with their son.

Dean moved close to Chloe and watched his nephew drift off to sleep in her arms. He draped an arm around her and dared to wonder what life would be like having kids around. Since the four of them practically lived together -- Sam and Sarah lived next door in the small town of Hope, British Columbia, the best place to have settled down until the Feds stopped looking for them -- he knew helping to raise his nephew would be fun. Not "watching your enemy fall dead at your feet" fun, but then again, hadn't Chloe shown him over the last year that fun was relative?

He felt her eyes on him and looked at her. "What?"

"Nothing," she said softly, faint smile on her lips.

"I can still read your mind if I wanted to."

"Just thinking."

"Uh oh, clear the room," Dean teased lightly. "I think her brain might explode with thought."

Sarah snorted. "Not our fault you give her way too much to think about, Winchester." She looked at the engagement ring on Chloe's left hand and gave Dean a knowing look.

"What? We were waiting for the newest Winchester to arrive," he protested.

Chloe smiled. "You wanna hold him?" she asked softly, looking up at Dean.

He swallowed hard and looked at Sam, panic in his eyes for a second.

"Take a deep breath and relax," Sam said with a soft chuckle. "You've held babies before, Dean."

"You do realize that I was four at the time?" he replied with a laugh.

He shrugged. "Exactly. You carried me down a flight of steps and out the front door when you were four and your balance was much worse." He smirked.

"Thanks, dude, for the reminder to kick your a-- butt when you bring the baby home." He sucked in a nervous breath and held out his arms towards Chloe.

"Hey, you need the practice for when it's your own kid," he pointed out, watching Dean's eyes widen.

"One thing at a time, dude," Dean whispered and concentrated on holding his nephew in his arms. Chloe positioned Jacob's head so it rested comfortably on the crook of Dean's arm. He watched as the baby yawned, his tiny mouth making an O. "Hey, Jake," he whispered and smiled as his nephew smiled a little.

"Daddy, I think Jacob likes Uncle Dean," Sarah whispered and looked up at Sam.

Sam smiled, eyes filled with pride. "No doubt about that."

Chloe gazed at Dean intently as he held their nephew so gently, so carefully, like he might break and felt the breath catch in her throat at the sight. She swallowed hard, shifting her gaze to look at Sarah for a moment, her expression unreadable.

Sarah gave her a knowing look. You know he'd make a great father, she thought and let their mental bond block everything else out for a moment.

A faint blush touched her cheeks and she nodded slightly in acknowledgement. I've always known that.

Sarah smiled, a wide toothy grin. So does this mean Jacob'll have a cousin to play with in the near future?

Her eyes widened a little. That's...I don't know.

Sam smirked and looked at his brother. "They're talking about us. You know that, right?"

Dean chuckled and looked over at his brother. "Dude, they're always talking about us. Didn't you know? When they get all quiet like?"

He grinned at his brother. "At least they say nice things...most of the time."

"Hey," Sarah protested with a quiet squeak, "we only say nice things about you." She squeezed Sam's hand, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him.

He winked at her and kissed the back of her hand before slowly sitting down on the edge of her bed and looking around at their family.

Still holding Jacob, Dean gazed at the small circle they made and realized they had all come full-circle. The journey had begun long ago, when their mother died, but Dad had done something for them that he could be grateful for: he taught them how to be men, how to care for others, and how to take care of their own. Silently, Dean thanked John for everything they had taught them. He knew wherever he was, he was smiling at them.

"So Chloe," Sarah said and glanced at Dean, deep in thought, "when are you two getting married? Make it official and all that?"

She shifted her gaze back to Dean once more. "Oh, uh..."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "You guys have set a date right?"

Dean looked startled. "Hey, don't look at me. Between the grease monkey gig and hunting, I've been... busy."

"And I've been pretty busy with the paper," Chloe began, rubbing the back of her neck. In fact she'd been spending so much time working on the Vancouver Sun, she'd missed the last hunting trip with Dean entirely, which she was still upset with herself about.

Sam gave both of them looks.

"Don't give me that look," Dean snapped, though he had a hard time looking at Sam.

"Don't make me remind you how Sam and I jumped on that marriage wagon," Sarah replied.

"Well, we're not you and Sam," she pointed out.

"No, you're not, but knowing you two, you'll dance around this issue until we're all old and gray."

Dean bit back a swearing retort, because the last thing he wanted to do was wake Jake. "Hey," he whispered instead. "We'll get around to it."

Sam shifted his gaze to his wife, sighing softly. "All right." He glanced at Chloe. Deep down he had a sneaking suspicion she was holding back on the marriage issue more than his brother was, but it wasn't his place to say anything. They'd have to work it out themselves.

Feeling a little more than guilty over not asking Chloe more about the marriage issue, Dean looked over at her uncertainly. He then reached down and gently gave little Jacob back to Sarah. "We need to talk," he whispered to Chloe when he'd straightened again.

Sarah took Jacob and cradled him closely, though she felt bad for berating them. "Look, guys, I'm really sorry..."

"Don't worry about it." Chloe smiled at her, tucking some hair behind her ear. "We'll be back."

Watching them leave the room, she looked up at Sam. "Think that was enough poking and prodding?" she said with a small grin.

"God I hope so."

Dean took a deep breath and shut the door behind him, turning Chloe around to face him. "So," he said and paused a moment. "Guess we gotta talk about... this." He held up her hand and fingered the small engagement ring on her finger.

She was quiet for a moment. "Yeah."

He watched her features close off from him, and that hurt more than he wanted to believe. Though the last few months had been a little rough for them -- getting into what he'd considered the most normal existence he had ever known -- he assumed Chloe had wanted to still marry him after everything they had been through. "Look, I know I haven't been around a lot."

She lifted a hand to touch his face. "Dean, don't. You know I love you more than anything in this world," she whispered.

"Then why aren't we doing that thing?" he asked and leaned into her touch. Wasn't that the next step? Isn't that what couples did when they were already living together and engaged? Didn't he have the job to match the rest of the package?

She leaned her forehead against his, pressing a soft kiss to his lips and letting her eyes drift shut. "I want you to make sure it's right for you." Her voice was barely audible. "Because we're already together in every way that matters and... I don't have to have a piece of paper to tell me that."

"But... I am ready, Chlo. And I want kids, just like Jacob." He sighed and pulled her close to him.

She buried her face against his chest, her arms winding around his waist. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He stood there and held her, oblivious to the rest of the world for a moment. He didn't see any reason why Chloe shouldn't be his wife, though he wondered if she would keep her last name. After all, her reputation as a journalist usually went with the name. "Hell, we've already got everything else," he muttered against the top of her head. "Might as well find out why Sam and Sarah are always so damn happy."

A smile tugged at her lips. "Actually...I like the name Chloe Winchester a whole damn lot."

"Got a nice ring to it," he said suggestively and tugged her closer.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you," he replied. "Now give me a date so I can get over the whole penguin suit thing."

A short chuckle escaped her lips. "Christmas Eve."

He pulled back and kissed her. "Sounds good to me. And maybe this time we can get a nice cabin out in the middle of nowhere to celebrate."

She grinned up at him, her eyes sparkling. "Cabin in the mountains," she whispered.

"With all the cool stuff... to build a fire... maybe see Bigfoot again..." He spoke between soft kisses that held more than a promise.

"You're assuming we'll go outside," she teased softly, returning the kisses.

"No more running away?"

"Who's running?"

"That's my girl." Dean grinned and took her hand. Life couldn't get more perfect, he thought as they walked back into Sam and Sarah's room: everyone had settled down, Sam and Sarah opting to pursue their interests -- law and antiques -- in lieu of hunting, even though Sam went with Dean on hunts for old times' sake. He and Chloe were together, and soon she'd belong to him for good.

Life felt like Miller Time: where was a beer when you needed one?

A/N: It's hard, ending something as massive as this series is. I don't think Angie and I knew what we were getting ourselves into when Angie IMed me one day and said, "Hey, let's write a story about Two Guys, a Girl, and a Chevy Impala... just like that show -- you know the one I'm talking about!" Thank you for everyone who has read this. If not for all the massive feedback and wonderful graphics made, we never would have finished this.

This isn't the end. We have ficlets planned: Dean and Chloe have to get married, right? Lionel's still out there, and who knows what nefarious schemes he's cooking up. Not to mention the fact that we're still working on the Two Guys soundtracks! If you have enjoyed this fic, please tell us! If you've been lurking in this comm and have been shy about posting, then simply send us a "WOOT!" to let us know you've enjoyed this. Thank you, good night, and love live teh Chlean!

Fic 22: As the End Draws Near (4/5)

Wed, 07 Nov 2007 03:46:58 GMT

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Ellen looked around the relatively silent cemetery, seeing no signs of movement anywhere. The darkness seemed to enclose them, and the moon shone with a deep red hue that would have freaked most people out. For this little group, however, it was just a sign that the demon’s end was near. And as the clock approached midnight, they all knew it was coming for them.

"You sure this is the place?" Bart asked doubtfully, glancing at Sam and Dean.

Dean nodded but said nothing. He could already feel it, something emanating from the old abandoned church. Something old and evil, yet strangely familiar. He pointed towards the ruins. "It's gonna come from there," he whispered and cocked his sawed off.

"We should probably fan out a little, scout out the area," Oliver suggested.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea. Safety in numbers," Ava said nervously, glancing at him sideways and then looking at Bobby.

"She's right," Bobby agreed and looked at the tall, blonde man. He couldn't make heads nor tails of what the guy was wearing, but the commanding look in his eye spoke volumes. This man was a leader, and he wasn't used to taking orders. "We need to stick together in this."

"Agreed," Sam said with a slight nod, looking out over the cemetery. There was a faint rumbling beneath the ground.

"Are there a lot of earthquakes in Kansas?" Jo asked uncertainly.

"Not as many as there are apocalypses," Clark responded.

"And you'd know about that... because?" Jo prompted before she grabbed onto Oliver for support as the ground began to move beneath her feet roughly.

"What the hell?" Dean demanded.

"It's Hell," Ellen shouted over the rumble of thunder as a beam of light shot into the night, its source coming from the center of the church ruins.

"Well, that's just fantastic," Bart grumbled, taking a step backwards and nearly falling over a tombstone.

Clark grabbed his arm and hauled him back up, his eyes glued to the church ruins.

"That can't be good," Chloe whispered, cocking her gun.

Sam strained his eyes and saw something inside the ray of blood red light. Shadows moved through it, as though demons were making their way out of the ground and into the world. The only problem was, they'd already taken human form. "Uh, guys?" he called. "The demons are already in Lex's human droids."

"Aw, great," Dean grumbled and watched as a handful of them crawled out from between the rubble towards them. They moved quickly, though he knew that really, they were just glorified zombies.

Chloe’s heart pounded in her chest as several approached them all at once and it suddenly occurred to her their crash course teachings in exorcism were going to be for nothing. There wouldn't be time to save the humans that the demons were trapped inside of. It was kill or be killed. Her hand trembled a little as she held the gun.

"Someone tell me there's a plan," Jo said with gritted teeth, keeping her shotgun aimed at the possessee that was approaching. When he leapt toward her, she fired and smirked as he fell back onto the ground hard, rock salt knocking the wind out of him.

"Not so much," Chloe mumbled, shooting the one approaching her with rocksalt as well.

"There's a plan," Sam said quietly, lifting his chin.

Dean cocked his gun and shot another one in the chest, sending it reeling down the slight incline towards Sarah, Victor, A.C. and Ava, who were gathered around a large Devil's Trap that he and Sam created in iron lines on a barren spot of cemetery ground. "That's the plan!" he yelled and cocked his gun, face hard with determination.

"Nice," Bart said with a grin. Without warning he sped forward and knocked one of them down the hill and into the trap, smirking with satisfaction. "This end of the world stuff isn't so hard after all."

"Now we're all doomed," Oliver said wryly.

"Easy for you to say, flyboy," Sam complained and mentally stopped a demon in the middle of knocking a punch in Ellen's direction. Within moments, he had lifted it off the ground and dropped it into the Devil's Trap, where the four of them were busily chanting Latin as quickly as they could.

"Oh come on. This is it? I thought this was going to be the battle to end all battles," he complained, watching as Bobby and Dean and Chloe sent more over the hill.

Everything fell silent. Then the earth began to shake again, harder this time.

"You just had to complain that it was too easy, didn't you?" Chloe grumbled.

"Remind me to smack that kid when all this is over," Dean grumbled and nearly fell over a demon that had stumbled towards him from the violently shaking earth.

Oliver, using his bow, shot another demon that has come at him with an arrow, the force of it knocking it down the hill and into the circle. He smirked and turned to see several dozen more emerge from the now growing blinding light. "Crap," he muttered and glanced sidelong at Jo, who had been knocked down by a demon but had managed to drag the thing down with her.

The air was still, but heavy with a dark sense of foreboding and Chloe could feel the hair on the back of her neck standing up as she stood beside Dean on the hill overlooking the cemetery. Her stomach tightened with anxiety, the breath catching in her throat as she watched the gates of hell open before her.

Sam clutched the flask of holy water in his hand, sweat dripping down his forehead as he saw the unthinkable happening. He swallowed hard and glanced at his brother. His face was stony and set, as was Chloe’s. They were ready for this, and he was grateful Sarah was, for the moment, out of the way. Especially when the demon, with his catlike yellow eyes, suddenly appeared out of nowhere and set his gaze on him.

"Come on," Dean grumbled under his breath and felt the cool steel of the Colt on his back. It was their moment: they had Hell to contend with, but they would get through this. They had to.

Sam lifted his chin a little, staring hard at the Yellow Eyed Demon, his body tense and ready for a fight. He glanced to his left to see the members of the Justice League looking more than a tad horrified at what was happening.

"What the hell is that?" Bart whispered, clearly alarmed at the large group of what looked like people heading their way.

"Uh, that'd be Hell, apparently," Oliver replied, never taking his eyes off the humans who moved towards them. Humans with dead eyes. Lex's mutant army.

"We are so screwed," Chloe said inaudibly.

Jo nodded in agreement as she stood and saw with wide eyes the thing that had haunted the Winchesters' footsteps all their lives.

"So we meet again," the Yellow-Eyed Demon replied and set its intense gaze on Sam.

Sam's gaze was cold and even, staring back just as intently. "One last time."

"Take your best shot, hotshot," it cackled and held out its arms.

Oliver, never one to back down from a blatant dare, pulled back an arrow and let it fly. And when it dropped to the ground suddenly, without any warning or hitting the thing in front of them, he stilled momentarily surprised.

The demon looked at the arrow, then at the blonde who had tried to shoot him. "Nice try, Blondie, but no banana."

Without warning Oliver went flying back against a tree, hitting his head hard on the wood and groaning as he slid bonelessly to the ground.

"Oliver!" Jo cried out, frightened.

"You're next, little girl," he whispered, turning his golden eyes toward Jo.

"No!" Dean yelled and moved in front of Jo, just as he suddenly felt himself flying backwards, rather than her.

It took Chloe a moment to understand what was happening. Sam! He has Lex's shield!

Sam's eyes widened a little and he glanced at her sideways. Oh shit.

The demon cackled, its yellow eyes sparking with awareness. "Yeah, nifty gift, isn't it?" he said aloud. “Kinda wish old Lex was around to witness his genius, but… oh well. Wasn’t like I needed him alive to grant my success.” He saw Dean try to get up and pushed him back to the ground with a motion of his hand. "Stay put," he said casually and eyed Sam. "You really, honestly thought you could defeat me?"

"Let him go," he whispered darkly, his eyes narrowing with hatred.

"No," it replied and smirked darkly, turning to look at Sarah, who had her back turned to the action, her focus entirely on exorcising the demons who were being put into the trap by the rest of their fighters. "You think that puny spell you cast is going to keep her away from me?"

Chloe's attention was drawn away from old Yellow Eyes, and she watched with horror as a group of at least 100 of Lex's mutant army headed right toward them. She backed up a step involuntarily, reloading her gun with more rock salt.

Grabbing a handful of mutants, Clark yanked them off their feet in a sudden swoop and rushed them into the growing circle of demons and bodies. Quickly, he supersped the lifeless bodies out of the circle to try to help with the cleanup, but the masses of mutant demons seemed to be coming from everywhere.

They were going to lose, she realized, shuddering involuntarily.

"You're not gonna touch her," Sam warned darkly and refused to look at Sarah. One wrong move, and it could all be over in the blink of an eye.

"Oh yeah?" the demon demanded. "How are you going to stop me? You and what army?"

Dean struggled to get to his feet, but the invisible iron grip holding him kept him firmly planted on the ground. He saw the standoff between his brother and the demon, watched as he saw his friends, his Chloe, fighting for their lives and slowly losing. Despite the super speeding Bart and Clark, their capturing bodies and depositing them inside the devil's trap wasn't good enough, because it took time to exorcise a demon. Several at once was even harder, and despite their best efforts, Sarah, Victor, A.C., and Ava could not keep up. The sounds of howling and demonic screaming filled the air as the mutants tried to get out of the Trap. He swallowed hard and shot a single thought to his brother. Do something, Sammy.

Sam knew they were in trouble, was just as aware of all the lower level demons slowly surrounding them as he faced off with their leader. His brother's voice in his head made him lift his chin, glaring at the demon who'd caused so much death and pain in his family even more intensely. "This army."

Bobby aimed his shotgun at the demon. "Back away from Sam."

"Or what?" the demon sneered and looked at Bobby with contempt.

Ellen glowered at him, moving to stand at Bobby's side. "Or you're gonna land yourself in that pit with your friends," she said darkly.

Laughter bubbled up from the demon's throat, a low sadistic cackle that spoke volumes. "You humans," it said and glared at Sam, "so predictable. So stupid at a time like this. You're surrounded. All I have to do is give the word, and my army?" He indicated to the horde around them. "It's going to enjoy tearing you to pieces and watching your insides become your outsides."

"Not if we can help it," Oliver said, having shaken off his stupor. He stood next to Jo, arrow pointed at the demon.

"You can't," it said coldly. "I am Azazel, fallen one who rules below."

Chloe stared at him wide-eyed.

Jo stared at the thing, her knees wobbly with shock.

"What?" Sam said and stared in shock.

He smirked. "What? You think you were just dealing with some lower level demon?" He took a step toward Sam, glaring at him fiercely. "I'm going to take everything from you." Lifting his hand a little, he motioned and three of the meteor-mutants attacked Chloe at once, taking her to the ground.

"NO!" Dean wailed from the ground as he watched Chloe struggle against the mutants who had attacked her. Though she had tossed in a couple of punches, they held her down and clamped hands over her nose and mouth, effectively closing off her air supply. "Chloe!!" He ripped his body around violently, the shock of what was happening so hard and massive that it weakened the force that held him down. He took advantage of the moment, getting onto his knees and crawling towards Chloe, his eyes red and murderous.

"That's enough," a voice from behind said in a calm voice.

Every meteor-possessed demon froze, including the ones on Chloe. Sucking in a lungful of air as their hands left her face, she turned her head, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. "Mom," she whispered.

"Walk into the devil's trap and stand still. Don't make any noise."

Dean watched, surprised, as the mutant-demons turned and walked in one large group towards the Devil's Trap. The group exorcising demons had stopped reading, and he saw Sarah turn around, gaze upon the creatures heading her way, and move as quickly as she could. The problem was, the yellow-eyed demon had already seen her and honed in on her.

Sammy, do something, he thought again and reached Chloe quickly. Do some mind mojo on it and get that force-field down.

Chloe grabbed Dean's hand and let him haul her off the ground once more. She picked her gun up and fired it at the demon, anger in her eyes. But the shots did nothing except make him laugh.

Sam shut his eyes, focusing his mind until there was nothing there but silence. And then he imagined the force-field exploding, shattering, falling away and leaving the demon defenseless.

Dean saw a shimmer surround the demon and then disappear. He leaned into Chloe and whispered, "Take another shot. I think Sammy's done it."

Lifting her chin, she pulled the trigger once more, watching with some amazement as he stumbled forward with the force of the rock salt. "Dean--"

But the Colt was already out, and Dean was pointing it at the demon's head. He squeezed the trigger and felt it vibrate with energy as the bullet shot forth from the gun and planted itself firmly inside the demon's human skull. It shuddered, eyes going dark and empty, as a couple shots of light spewed from the wound. Then the lifeless body crumpled to the ground and lay silent.

The demon was dead.

The breath caught in Chloe's throat as she watched him fall to the ground hard and grow completely still. Then she slowly turned her eyes to look at Dean.

Sam did the same, shock flickering over his features.

"Ding, dong, the demon's dead," Dean whispered with a silly grin on his face. He walked towards the body and kicked it a couple times, just to make sure it was dead.

"Dude, I think it's dead," Sam pointed out, relief beginning to register on his face.

"I know that," he protested with a shrug. "I just... wanted to make... sure." He emphasized his words with a few more kicks.

"Uh, guys, hate to burst your little happy-time bubble," Bobby interrupted, "but we have a few hundred more demons trapped in mutant bodies. Wanna focus and help us out with that?"

A smile spread across Chloe's face as she looked from Bobby to Dean. "You did it."

"We did it," he corrected her and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her to him and planting a heated kiss of relief onto her lips.

She kissed him back, lifting a hand to his face, barely noticing as Sam took off and headed down the hill toward Sarah.

Frustrated and near tears, Sarah didn't move when Sam literally lifted her off her feet and held him to her with a gentle urgency. She stroked his cheeks, looked into his worried eyes, and smiled weakly. "Knew you could do it," she whispered and felt a rush of relief, the likes of which she had never encountered before.

"Not without you," he whispered, kissing her softly.

She kissed him back, relieved they were all alive, though momentarily worse for the wear.

"You guys think you can--?" Sam turned to look at the remainder of the group now circled around the devil's trap.

"I think we can get it from here," Ellen said with a faint smile.

"What do we do with the mutants once they're not possessed anymore?" Bart asked uncertainly.

Dean pulled away from Chloe and looked at Clark. "He's the super speedy one. Get him to dump them into the Atlantic Ocean or something."

"Either that or salt and burn the bodies," Sarah suggested and held onto Sam.

"What if they're not...you know...dead?"

"They will be," Chloe said quietly, knowing the only reason she'd lived through the hell Meg had put her through when she was possessed was because of the strong bonds she had with Dean, Sarah, and Sam.

Oliver nodded and walked over to Chloe, his hand firmly in Jo's. "Chloe," he said, "I know I didn't tell you about Moira, but it's because I didn't want you to worry about her."

She met his gaze for a moment, nodding slightly and looking up at Dean. "Come with me," she whispered, tugging lightly on his hand and slowly walking back up the hill to where her mother stood silently. "Hi, Mom."

"Chloe." Moira Sullivan's smile lit up her entire face at the sight of her daughter. She hugged her tightly and then pulled back to look at Dean Winchester. "Dean."

"Mrs. Sullivan," he said and cleared his throat awkwardly.

Chloe's eyes watered. "Thank you," she whispered, not really knowing what else to say.

"Was the least I could do," she remarked gently. "After all, Ollie said it was the end of the world, and I don't think he was kidding."

"Yeah, we try not to joke about apocalypses. It's in bad taste." She chuckled softly, leaning into Dean.

"Says you," he whispered and kissed her forehead. "Sammy and me? Smile like you mean it, because tomorrow you might die."

"Always the optimist." She grinned up at him.

Moira gazed at Dean, an appreciative twinkle in her eyes. "Hopefully that has rubbed off on my daughter," she said.

Dean had the decency to look down at his shoes for a second and squeeze Chloe's hand. "More than likely, since I've asked her to... ya know... marry me."

Chloe looked up at her mother, her hand tightening around Dean's. "I said yes."

Tucking her daughter's chin into her hand, Moira chuckled softly. "I certainly hope so," she replied and looked at Dean. "He seems to be the kind of man who's worthy of you."

Her eyes sparkled at her mother's approval and wordlessly she wrapped her arms around her waist tightly. "Will you be there?" she whispered, trying not to hope for too much.

Moira moved to look at Oliver, who was at the moment engaged in some quiet debate with the slender blonde who was obviously Jo. "I think I can swing it," she replied thoughtfully. "Not everyday my only daughter gets married."

She smiled, tears shining in her eyes as she turned to look at Dean. Maybe they would get that happy ending after all.

Fic 22: As the End Draws Near (3/5)

Tue, 06 Nov 2007 00:49:22 GMT

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Everything was dark, and cold and silent. Like the very earth itself had died, its entire population gone from the planet except for him.

He stood in the middle of a cemetery alone, his heart beating heavily against his chest as he looked up at the blood moon above.

Slowly, he looked around, eyebrows furrowing. "Dean? Sarah? Chloe?"

There was no answer and at the sound of footfall behind him he quickly turned around, stiffening as he saw the Yellow-Eyed Demon standing there, smirking. "What the hell have you done?"

"Howdy, Sam," the demon said and smirked a little. "It's so good to see you, too." It circled around Sam, never taking its eyes off him. "I couldn't wait until tomorrow. Just wanted to see how much I could shake you up tonight."

His eyes were dark and narrow. "Go ahead and try your best because tomorrow I'm sending your ass back to hell."

"Not before I take your child, that squirmy little red thing inside your wife's belly," it chuckled. "He's a pistol!"

It was all he could not to take a swing at the son of a bitch right then. But he knew it wouldn't do any good: it was just a bad dream. And if the demon was somehow actually appearing in his dream--he couldn't let on that Sarah and the baby were protected. "Over my dead body," he said darkly.

"You got that right," it replied and winked at him, a knowing grin on its face. "Too bad your girl's gonna be joining you, too. Such a pretty family you would've made."

Sarah suddenly opened her eyes and looked around her. She had been dreaming about their son Jacob. She'd been holding him in her arms and he'd smiled at her, his tiny face lit up like Sam's when he looked at her. But the baby was gone, and instead she saw Sam standing with an older man... with yellow eyes. Starting, a little horrified, she remained glued to the spot.

"You're awfully of yourself," Sam snarled.

The demon raised a hand in the air and looked over at Sarah. "It's not being full of myself," it said and gleefully gazed down at her pregnant belly. "It's about taking what is rightfully mine."

Wide-eyed and pale, Sarah covered her stomach protectively. "No, you can't have our son!" she yelled.

"No? But it was made for me."

Sam quickly turned at the sound of Sarah's voice and moved to stand in front of her. "This is my family not yours," he whispered dangerously, his hands curling into fists.

"Family? What do you know about family, Sammy?" it returned quickly. "You and your brother are deluding yourselves if you think your family's going to last. It's always belonged to me. Doesn't matter that your mother was a member of the Angel Brigade."

He shook his head. "It does matter," he snapped. "And you're not gonna win."

"Damn right about that."

He turned his head to see Chloe standing a few feet away, off to the left of Sarah. Blinking in surprise he met her gaze for a moment then turned back to the demon.

"Sonofabitch!" Dean appeared behind Chloe, eyes glittering with irritation and hatred. "What the hell are we doing here?" He took a step towards the demon, fists clenched with rage.

The Yellow-Eyed Demon cackled. "Dean, now be a good boy, will ya?" With a stern look, it pried Dean's fists open. "I'm having a chat with your brother. Won't take but a minute. Wanted you around to witness it."

"Witness what?" he hissed.

"This... thing... thinks it's going to take our child," Sarah whispered quickly, her breathing ragged.

"That's never going to happen," Chloe whispered, taking a step forward and glaring at the demon without a hint of fear.

It shook its head. "You say that now, but don't we'll see who sings that tune tomorrow, shall we?"

"You'll be singing a tune," Dean replied with a hateful look. "It's called 'Ding Dong the Demon's Dead'."

The demon laughed. "Snarking in the face of danger. I love the smell of fear."

"You are pretty stinky," Chloe responded with a smirk. "But I'm not surprised that your own scents gets you off."

Sam kept his eyes locked on its face. "You're not gonna win."

"You wanna bet, Sammy?" He smirked back at him. "I've taken everyone away from you in the past. Your mom, pretty little Jess...your dad. And I'm gonna take them one by one and make you watch. They'll be begging to die."

"Not if I can help it," Dean growled.

"And you," the demon replied. "You and your pathetic attempts to keep this family together? You'll be easy to take down."

"No," Sarah replied firmly and ignored the pain she felt course through Sam at the mention of the people he had lost because of the thing standing in front of them. "You're wrong. Sam's stronger than anyone I know, and Dean? The strength of his heart alone outweighs anything you can throw at us."

"Don't be so sure," he whispered, shifting his gaze to her face and smiling a sick, wicked smile. "I can throw a lot."

"Yeah, because threatening pregnant women is so brave," Dean snapped and looked at Sarah, concern on his face.

"Touch a hair on her head, and I will kill you," Sam declared and moved back to shield Sarah from the demon's view.

"I guess we'll see come tomorrow...who has more power. The psychic freak and his pathetic band of friends...or an army of demons," he whispered.

"If you had to kidnap us in our dreams to try and scare us...I'm betting you're a little worried about who's going to win that battle." Chloe's tone was even and neutral.

Shaking its head and turning keen yellow eyes on Chloe, it chuckled. "Why, when I thought I'd give you one last look at your family, Chloe. At what you almost had before you threw it all away in a sad display of power."

She simply raised an eyebrow. "I'm shaking in my stylish yet affordable boots."

Do you have to quote Buffy at a time like this? Dean thought and shot a look at her.

She grinned involuntarily. Yes, she thought back.

The demon looked at Dean, then at Chloe and Sarah, and finally at Sam. "See you soon," it whispered and snapped its fingers.

Dean bolted awake, his frame wrapped around Chloe's. "What the hell?" he grumbled sleepily.

She woke at the same time, her body tense. "Nothing like being mind-raped before an apocalypse."

Pulling her close, he rubbed his hand along her arm, trying to warm her up. She shook from the intensity of the dream. "That asshole's going to pay."

Chloe shifted against him, burying her face against his neck. She just hoped he was right.

&&&&&

"Okay, who are all these costumed dudes?" Ava mumbled to herself as she followed Jo and the guy she'd introduced as Oliver Queen into Missouri Moseley's house. The last several days had been hard on her, especially given that these same guys were the ones she'd seen in her vision.

Jo smirked a little. "What? Never met a few superheroes before?"

"Only on TV," she replied with a frown.

Somehow they all managed to fit into Missouri's tiny living room, where Ava felt the body heat rise to an all-time high. She saw the smirk on Jo's face and sighed. "Doesn't this bother you at all?"

"What?" Jo asked and shot a grin towards Oliver.

"Uh, fighting demons? The bloody moon in the sky thing? Men in really tight outfits?"

"I kinda like that part." She grinned.

Oliver laughed at Jo's remark. "You're only saying that because you like the color green," he smirked.

Clark rolled his eyes and looked at his comrades. "Guess he's gotta get a couple more flirty moments in before the impending death scenario."

"No one's dying today." Sam's voice was quiet and everyone looked over to where he stood in the corner of the room, arms folded across his chest.

Sarah smiled and watched as her husband filled the room with a powerful aura that nearly left her breathless.

Beside his brother, Dean crossed his arms and smirked. "No one except that damn demon."

Chloe gazed at them from where she sat beside Sarah on the couch, touching her friend's arm lightly.

Sam took a step forward and looked around. "Whether we're ready or not...this is it."

Ava cringed and made a sound in the back of her throat.

"Uh, does that mean I won't get a meal in before hitting the road?" Bart called sheepishly.

Oliver gave him a look that told him to shut the hell up.

Sam didn't respond to the question. In fact, from Chloe's perspective it didn't seem to even register. "Like it or not, we're a team." He shifted his gaze around the room, looking at everyone in turn. "The fourteen of us. Against an army of demons. I'm sorry you have to be here. This isn't the life I wanted for myself. Or for my brother." He turned to look at Dean. "But we are who we are."

Dean shrugged and nodded his head solemnly. "We're hunters, even you guys with your bright, shiny-colored getups." He indicated to the Justice League.

Oliver smirked and looked across the room at Jo.

"This battle ends today. This is all or nothing." Sam's voice was quiet, deadly serious. "We lose...and the whole planet goes to hell. We win...and maybe...maybe we can turn life around for all of us. For our families, for our friends..." He looked at Sarah. "For our children."

"But not all of us will come out of this," Ava pointed out. "I've seen the size of that thing's army. It's huge."

"You're underestimating the people in this room," Chloe said quietly, turning to meet her gaze.

"No I wasn't," she replied honestly. "I was really just referring to myself. I don't think I'll make it through this."

"Yes, you will," Jo insisted.

"You go into war with that mentality, then it's gonna happen," Bobby pointed out, his wise eyes focused on Ava.

"No one here's going to die. Not if I can help it." Clark's voice was quiet, but determined and he looked up in time to catch Chloe's gaze.

She nodded very slightly in acknowledgement, then shifted her gaze to Dean. "We all have something worth living for."

Dean saw the look that passed between Chloe and Clark but ignored it. For her sake. Because his brother and sister in law aside, he had something to live for. Her. "Yes, we do," he agreed quietly.

She held his gaze for a long moment, soft smile touching her lips, eyes bright with determination. We can do this.

We have to, he thought and shot her a heated look. Gotta help me keep Sam's kid in check.

"If you two can focus," Sam whispered and rolled his eyes.

Dean fought the urge to smack his brother on the back of the head.

She grinned at Sarah, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze.

"We can make it through this if we work together." Sam looked around at everyone once more.

"Damn straight," Bart said with a grin.

Sarah smiled at Chloe. "Please don't tell me one of them's going to make some crack about the Three Musketeers or something."

Victor grinned. "All for one and one for all?"

"I stand corrected," she replied and hid her face between her dark hair so she could laugh.

"Let's do this." Jo's voice was quiet and she rose to her feet, determination in her eyes.

Standing up, Oliver took Jo by the hand. "Yeah, I'm with the beautiful blonde," he said with a smirk. "Let's go kick some demon ass."

"Mighty anxious to get your butt kicked," A.C. pointed out but stood and stretched his arms above his head in a stretch.

"That's because he's got the girl already," Victor pointed out. "Makes him a little cocky."

Chloe rose to her feet, moving over to Dean without even looking at anyone else. Wordlessly she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him softly, winding her arms around his neck.

Her kiss surprised him momentarily, but he put his hands on her waist and pulled her to him as he deepened the kiss. He sensed a confidence in her that hadn't been there before, and he reveled in it.

Clark saw their shared moment and smiled a little, peaceful for once. He got to his feet and looked at the rest of the gang. "Probably that time," he said and headed for the door.

"Let's go save the world." Bart grinned and followed him out the door, everyone else following except Chloe, Dean, Sarah and Sam.

Standing, Sarah went to Sam and grasped his hand. "Nice St. Crispin's Day speech," she said and pulled his face to hers in a tender kiss.

He smiled softly against her lips, returning the soft kiss. "You know we're gonna make it through this, right?"

"Damn straight we are," she whispered and brushed her lips against his once more. "We’re not going to let that demon touch any of us."

Chloe slowly pulled away from Dean, taking his hand and turning to look at Sarah and Sam wordlessly.

Dean coughed and squeezed Chloe's hand. "You two wanna take it someplace else? We can fight this without you if you need that extra special moment."

Sarah moved away from Sam and glared at Dean. "Remind me to kick your ass after I have this baby," she snarked.

"Bring it on," he smirked.

Chloe shook her head and looked at Sam, who smiled in amusement. "Think they'll ever get along?"

"About as likely as it is that I'll start dating Bart," she responded with a smirk.

"Hey!"

"We totally get along!"

"No way she's dating Bart!" Their voices rang out simultaneously.

Sam and Chloe both chuckled. "Come on. Let's get this done." Sam gazed at his brother.

"Waiting on you, little brother," Dean replied and, squeezing Chloe’s hand, led the way out the door and towards the Impala, where several other vehicles filled with passengers waited for them to hit the road.

We're gonna win this, he thought, straightening his shoulders as he took Sarah's hand.

They had to.

Two Guys, a Girl, & a Chevy Impala

Falling ACME Anvils (1/1)

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Blue on Black (1/1) - Grace Winchester

Fic: The Old Ball Game (1/1)

Get Outta My Head (1/1) - Grace and Jacob Winchester

Prank Wars (1/1) - Grace, Jacob, Sam/Sarah, Chloe

Fic: Bad Moon Rising (1/1) - Grace Winchester

Five Times the Winchesters Talked Parenthood

Five Times Sarah Blake Almost Called Sam Winchester for Help

My gosh, it's been awhile...

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