When First We Met
5 Times Immortal!Dean met Meta!Chloe.Chapter:
When First We Met (1/5)Authors:
strangevisitor7, Chapters: 1, 3 & 5 and pen37, Chapters: 2, 3 & 4.Fandoms:
Highlander, Supernatural & SmallvilleCharacters:
Dean, Sam, Chloe, Duncan, Methos and mentions of just about everyone elseDisclaimer:
The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators.Rating:
These stories cross the Immortal!Dean universe that I created with the 'Chloe and the Immortals' universe created by Pen37
This collection starts about 1 year after "Waiting on The World to Change" in the Immortal!Dean series and spans a time far into the future that looks remarkably like the Firefly 'verse.
Pen37's series can be found on her LJ here
Fantastic banner by galathea_snbChapter1: When First We Met
Dean looked down at the tattered remains of his shirt with a blank expression. Then the smell of his own burnt flesh hit his nostrils, "Ah, hell," he said just before he died.
Sam caught him as he fell and lowered his lifeless body to the ground. He was still holding Dean in his lap when his brother started breathing once more.
Gasping Dean bolted upright and shifted away from Sam’s embrace. "Dude, were you hugging me, again?"
"No," Sam said too quietly, indicating that it was indeed exactly what he had been doing.
Sighing sympathetically, Dean admitted, "I don’t think I’m ever going to get used dying."
"You never do," a new voice chimed in.
Dean looked up to see his mentor, Duncan MacLeod offering him a hand up.
"Dean," Sam begged, "can you please stop throwing yourself directly into the line of fire every time we confront the big bad? We’ve barely begun hunting again and this is the third time I’ve had to catch when you died."
Dean snickered, "Okay Sammy, next time you can take the lightening bolt to the chest."
"Not funny Dean. Even knowing you’re coming back it's not easy to watch you die."
Duncan sighed. It was the third time he'd listened to the exact same argument in the past two months. Both Winchesters were stubborn to a fault, and neither would bend on this particular subject.
"Sam,” he spoke up in order to head off the fight that he knew was brewing. “I know it’s hard to watch your brother die, but it’s a sound strategy. Dean’s death was the distraction I needed to take out that thing." Mac pointed over his shoulder to the decapitated body of the lightening sprite.
Sammy laughed, "You know Mac, you don’t always have to go for the head."
"Sorry, habit. I’d forgotten how much fun hunting can be." Duncan was grinning and practically bouncing on his heels. He’d finally found his calling after 400 years and he was like a kid again.
"Yeah, loads of fun. Next time, Mac, you’re the bait."
"I don’t think so, Dean. Who’s the mentor and who’s the student?" Mac laughed. Still, he and Dean had an understanding; Dean always took the job that best protected Sam. They both knew that, for him, Sam's safety was all that mattered,
"I’m just tired of losing clothes," he grumbled as he shrugged out of his shirt and held it up for inspection.
“Woah, and here I thought I’d missed the floor show." A distinctly feminine voice edged into their conversation.
The three men turned to see a petite blond standing over the dead body, poking at it like a tourist. They stared at her in silent disbelief.
"Decapitation; interesting choice," she observed then looking at Duncan she added, "nice sword, by the way. Is it an antique?" Quickly the blade disappeared into the folds of his long coat.
"This must be the guy that killed those campers,” she continued, pretending not to notice how fast Duncan hid his sword. “So that makes you guys . . . what? Heroes? Vigilantes?”
"That's more of a thing, than a guy," Duncan corrected her before receiving an elbow and a dirty look from Dean.
"Civilian," he hissed a reminder.
It wasn’t like Duncan to forget but he was still feeling a little punch drunk from the hunt. "Sorry, not used to anyone admiring my work," he whispered back to Dean.
Dean just glared at him and then at the blonde who was still waiting for an answer to her question. "Listen sweetheart, this is no place for tourists. That guy was dangerous."
"Well, he’s not now."
"But you didn’t know that when you began your little hike, did you?"
"True, but trust me I can take care of myself."
"I am sure you do just fine hiking through the mall hunting for shoes but this guy," Dean admonished, "he was a killer and he hunted back." He hated it when civilians stumbled onto their hunts. They were just a damn nuisance.
The blonde’s eyes darkened as she stepped into Dean’s personal space. "Are you always this much of a tool or did you keep your manners in your shirt pocket?"
Duncan and Sam watched the two of them volley insults back and forth like a bizarre tennis match. They looked at each other, and Duncan raised an eyebrow at Sam, and smiled faintly. “He seems to be enjoying this,” the older Immortal whispered.
“Yeah, maybe a little too much,” Sam whispered back. “He's going to let something slip if he's not careful.”
"Listen sister," Dean said as he pointed a finger at the woman’s face, "amateurs don’t belong out here and-,"
Dean’s rant was cut short as Sam forcibly wedged himself between the two. He glared at Dean to back off and then offered a hand to the blonde, "Sam Winchester."
She eyed him suspiciously but then Sam let loose one of his patented ‘trust me’ smiles and he could see her relax. "Chloe Sullivan," she said as she took his hand.
"The tool is my brother, Dean and that is our friend, Duncan MacLeod."
Chloe exchanged a nod with Duncan but refused to acknowledge Dean.
Trying a more tactful approach, Sam asked, "Why are you hiking through the woods alone looking for a serial killer? Particularly one who's victim of choice was young women like yourself?”
Chloe laughed, "Well when you put it like that, I guess it does seem kind of reckless."
"My point exactly," Dean griped from behind Sam, "you’re damn lucky we found him first, blondie."
Duncan rolled his eyes and grabbed Dean by the shoulders, "Excuse us," he said to her as he steered Dean out of the clearing towards where the Impala was parked, "we’re going to find Dean a new set of manners."
Chloe laughed, "He’s a handful."
Sam smiled back, "You have no idea."
"I’m a reporter," she said, finally answering his earlier question. "Serial killers are big news. Particularly this one. So your turn, tell me why the three of you are traipsing about in the woods?"
"Ah, we just stumbled upon him while we were hiking." Sam said evasively. He started walking in the direction Dean had gone as he spoke so that Chloe couldn’t see his face. As lies went, it wasn’t a very good one.
"Yeah, because the trench coat and sword that Duncan wore screamed hiker. I’m also sure I saw bigfoot go by earlier." She had to practically jog to keep up with Sam as he was in full stride mode, "You going to slow down, or keep trying to avoid me?”
Sam slowed and they lapsed into silence as the Impala came into view. Dean had already thrown on a new shirt and stood with ankles crossed, leaning against the car. "Sam, say good bye to your girlfriend, we’ve got places to go."
"Now, wait a minute," Chloe commanded. Sam could tell she wasn’t letting them go until she had answers. "From what I can tell, you deliberately went out there to kill that guy. Duncan decapitated him with a sword and your shirt looked like it had been set on fire but there’s not a mark on you."
"I guess you did enjoy the view," Dean smirked. Sam rolled his eyes, just that quick Dean had switched from antagonist to flirt.
"Ugh, no!" Turning to Sam and Duncan, she begged, "I’m a reporter. So you guys had better let me into your little he-man woman-hater's club. Otherwise you're going to be my page one exclusive." As she spoke she pointed a finger toward Dean, "and no not that kind of exclusive."
"What? I didn’t say a word."
"But you were thinking it."
"Well, yeah but it doesn’t count if I don’t say it out loud."
"I’ve never had any complaints."
Chloe stared up at him in disbelief. "You’re probably not around long enough to hear them."
Sam and Duncan struggled to contain their amusement. The sight of the petite blonde giving as good as she got against Dean was priceless.
"Dean, play nice," Duncan admonished with a small snicker.
Dean didn’t even blink as he leered down at her. "I am ready for a go anytime, sweetheart."
"Misogynist." Chloe threw her hands up in disgust and opened the back door of the Impala.
“Where do you think you're going?” Dean raised his eyebrow.
“With you,” Chloe said.
“I don't remember inviting you along, missy.”
“You want to get rid of me? You can start by explaining what I saw. Till then, you just got a new passenger."
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just dump your happy ass --”
Chloe cut him off by holding up her camera phone. A close-up of Duncan decapitating the monster filled the screen. Dean lunged for it, but Chloe moved out of his reach with a skill and speed that was deceptive for her petite size.
“Uh-uh, Dean. I wasn't born yesterday. Even if you could take my phone away, I've already sent copies to a half-dozen e-mail addresses. You want those photos to stay nice and private? Then I require a little quid-pro-quo.” With that declaration, she shut herself inside the car.
The three looked at each other. "Nice going, Dean," Sammy groused. "She’s tenacious; she won’t stop until she gets what she wants."
"This is not my fault. Duncan was the one with the sword."
"Wait a minute; I’m not the one who provoked the investigative reporter." Duncan shook his head, adding quickly, "Shotgun."
Sam just glared at the Highlander as he slipped into the front passenger seat. Duncan really had entered his second childhood and Immortality had amped everything about Dean up to 11. Sam wondered how he had become the only adult in the car.
"Looks like you get to entertain the wildcat," Dean snickered.
"So, should I start with the history of the supernatural serial killer or skip straight to the part about how you’re an Immortal?"
"Funny, Sam." Dean hesitated at the stern look on his brother’s face, "Sammy, you wouldn’t!"
Sam slid into the back seat without another word to Dean. Turning to Chloe he said, "Do you believe in ghosts?"
She smiled back. “Ever heard of a place called Smallville, Kansas?”