Author’s Notes: A complaint came filtering down for the lack of NC-17 Supernatural fan fiction, but I write Chlex. So with much flat out shoving on her part here is my first crossover! I hope you guys enjoy it!
Summery: Chloe on the hunt for a story gets involved with two strangers passing through with some interesting developments for the future!
Disclaimers: Muse, did you check the couch? How about the bottom of my purse? Nope, no money found. Supernatural/ Smallville characters were not harmed in the writing of this piece of fiction. Sorry guys, no money made in using these characters either. Supernatural/ Smallville and the WB are still raking it in. Thanks for asking.
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It felt like my heart was going to pound right out of my chest as I raced through the woods at the ungodly hour of midnight. One would have thought that for all my run ins with meteor freaks and the like I would have learned my lessons. All I could hear was the pounding of my heart as I yet again ran for my life. God, Clark was going to kill me if I survived this.
I was never happier to break through the foliage and stumble across gravel that was normally on the side of the road. A quick glance down either way showed me only one car approaching with one head light that worked. I didn’t care at this point. My legs just weren’t going to carry me any further and my lungs burned from my wild flight through the woods.
Just as I could make out the rumble of the cars engine something tackled me hard from the back pitching me forward and knocking the wind out of my lungs and I struggled against the immense weight of what held me down. I could feel the blood run down the side of my face and the hot breath of the beast, man, whatever it was laying on top of me.
I could remember making out the squeal of tires as the car slid to a sudden stop right before it bit me hard on my shoulder. The pain was intense as I struggled to fight it off. The creature released its hold on my shoulder as I screamed in pain. The thing hissed at the car. The last thing that I remember was the deafening sound of gun fire and thinking ‘Oh great, I hope these Wild Bill yahoo want to be don’t accidentally shoot my ass’. Then conveniently everything went black.
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If I held myself really still I didn’t ache too badly but the constant beep of the heart monitor really was starting to drive me nuts. The sounds and smells told me where I was but I couldn’t figure out what was pressing lightly against my feet without opening my eyes.
His eyes were a startling shade of deep green surrounded by a thick frame of dark eyelashes. The kind that most women would envy me included. It had to be a cosmic joke that god played on women everywhere. It had to be penance because of Eve. Men always seem to be blessed with better nails and eyelashes. Sometimes life wasn’t fair. He was sitting in a chair with his arms casually leaning on the foot of the bed.
I suddenly realized that he was studying me with the same intensity as I was watching him. He had a high forehead and a narrow straight nose. It looked like two days worth of beard covered his high cheek bones and dimpled chin but it didn’t distract from his sculptured lips. This man was beautiful in a dirty rugged sort of way.
“Sam,” he called out quietly in a slightly gravelly voice. “She’s awake, Sammy.”
For some reason I suddenly became acutely aware of him. I watched as the muscles in his arms flexed as he pushed himself away from the end of the bed. I took a deep breath to control my suddenly pounding heart. My mouth watered as I suddenly felt the urge to lick the strong column of his neck and taste the salt and the skin there.
He glanced over his shoulder and I felt my eyes follow to see the long lean figure rise from the chair that he’d been sitting in. His hair looked like it was in need of a barber and it fell over his face in a tumble of waves and curls. His eyes were a warm dark chocolate brown. There was intelligence that shinned through his eyes. He too looked like he had been neglecting his razor but his beard wasn’t as thick as the other man’s was.
“Miss Sullivan, my name is Sam um Walton and this is Dean Winchester,” he said quietly as he stood next to my bed causing my neck to crane at an odd angle.
He glanced around behind him and dragged a chair over to sit while I watched. It gave me time to settle my flustered nerves. He was like a cool glass of water the way that his presence settled around him. He was simply calming.
“We’re from the FBI,” I raised my eyebrows skeptically as I watched Sam shuffle slightly awkwardly. Neither of them dressed or moved like they were FBI and if anyone had experience in that department it was me. These guys were no suits cute but not the FEDS.
“Really,” I asked in a dry tone of voice as I glanced between the two of them. “Funny you guys looked more like Yosemite Sam and Wild Bill shooting at me last night,” I said as I watched for a reaction.
“Hey,” the green eyed man jerked back as if I had struck him. “We weren’t shooting at you,” he growled slightly.
Bingo, I love it when I hit a nerve. I watched as Sam shot him a look and Dean ran a hand through his short dark hair as he pressed his lips together in displeasure.
“Do you have any clue what that was that attacked you,” Sam asked pleasantly as he leaned forward to rest his arms on his knees.
“You were attacked,” a cool cultured voice came from the doorway of my room. “Now why doesn’t that surprise me?”
He was my verbal nemesis. Sometimes I thought that he stalked the Talon just so that he could sharpen his verbal claws on me. He, of course was what I used to sharpen mine on. He made me nervous and uncomfortable, like I needed a mirror to check and make sure that I had nothing in my teeth before speaking to him. That of course just pisses me off. His superior and slightly patronizing attitude was never a welcome attitudes with me, however if anyone had the guts and charm to pull it off it was Lex Luthor.
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