We Can’t Keep Her
: We Can’t Keep HerAuthor
Thanks to Pen37 who not only beta'd but let me play some more with her Chloe.Rated
: HL, Smallville and SPN: Immortal!Dean ‘verseCharacters
: Sam and Dean Winchester, Duncan MacLeod and Chloe SullivanDisclaimer
: The characters you know and love all belong to their respective creators. Summary
: Dean wants Chloe gone and Sam wants to keep her around.
A/N:This takes place immediately after When We First Met
, Chapter 1 of 5 times Immortal!Dean met Meta!Chloe.Chapter 1: We Can’t Keep Her
Dean’s sword made a clang against the guns in the duffle as he dropped them both on the bed closest to the door. He rounded on Sam, his face a thundercloud of anger.
“What the hell were you thinking?” He threw his arms up, gesticulating wildly.
Sam ignored him, walked across the room and set his duffle on the other bed.
“Nice hotel room,” the younger Winchester observed with a low whistle. “I vote we let Duncan pick our digs from now on.”
“Sam,” Dean growled, “You told that chick too much.”
“Hey look, a coffee maker. Wow, fluffy towels and shampoo. This is great!”
“Sam, get back in here and stop being a girl!” Dean barked in annoyance. “We haven’t even begun to discuss your new best friend.”
Sam popped his head out of the bathroom, “You want to shower first?”
Dean’s eyes grew dark. Sam sighed, he’d tortured Dean long enough but he really didn’t want to have this conversation. He walked back into the room to face his brother. “Dean, you left me no choice. You antagonized her. Plus, she had pictures of Duncan decapitating the lightening sprite. What was I supposed to tell her?”
“Don’t give me that. You’re good at stories. Blondie would have bought anything, if you sold it right.”
“Her name is Chloe Sullivan.”
Dean rolled his eyes, “Like I care. She’s a reporter. Remember how apeshit you went when you found out that I told Cassie about the family business? Whatever happened to: We do what we do and we shut up about it?
” He parroted Sam’s outburst of years before. “Yet five minutes with this chick, and you’re spilling your guts. We could end up as tomorrow’s headlines.”
“I don’t believe that. She promised she’d leave us out of her article.”
“Oh, well...If she promised,” Dean mocked.
“Dean, she’s been writing about meteor freaks and metas for years. She didn’t even blink when I told her demons were real.”
“That’s just great. Thanks for not sharing my Immortality while you two were bonding. Now, make her go away.”
A knock on the door ended any further discussion. As Sam turned to answer it, he figured that now was a good time to drop his next bombshell. After all, Dean wouldn’t kill him in front of a witness. “I told her she could come on the next hunt.”
“You what?!” Dean demanded as Duncan entered the room.
Duncan looked between the brothers, “Am I interrupting something?”
“Yeah, genius here invited the reporter on our next hunt.” Dean waved his hand dismissively towards Sam.
“Sam, I don’t think that was such a good idea,” Mac said in support of Dean.
“See, the Immortals agree,” Dean said smugly. “Get rid of her, Sam.”
“Come on guys. I promised. Look at it this way Dean, you won’t have to play “Kill the Immortal” this time.”
“Very funny Sammy, forget it.” He looked over at Duncan, “I’m not getting through. You talk to him, I’m taking a shower.” With that, he stomped his way into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Duncan plopped himself on Dean’s bed, “He really doesn’t like our new traveling companion.”
“He can’t deal well with women who are resistant to his charm,” Sam grinned.
Duncan laughed, “Chloe sure keeps him off balance.”
“Mac, are you really upset about Chloe tagging along?”
“Actually, it’s worth it for the entertainment value. That said, I think it’s dangerous for someone without training on a hunt. You should convince her to move on.”
“I think Chloe can handle herself.”
There was a knock on the door. Sam opened it to admit the subject of their conversation.
“Hi Sam, Mac,” Chloe gave a small wave as she entered the room. “Nice hotel. How do you guys afford this? I thought hunting was strictly voluntary.”
Sam pointed at the Highlander. “It’s Mac. He’s delicate. He refused to continue the Winchester tradition of staying at every Bates Motel in the Midwest.”
“Hey! I can afford better. I like knowing that the desk clerk isn’t a psychopath and that the sheets are changed everyday.”
Chloe snickered, “I’m with you, Mac. Expense reports are a beautiful thing.”
The words had just begun to leave her lips when the door to the bathroom opened and Dean strolled out; towel hung loosely about his waist.
“You think so, sweetheart?”
Chloe clucked her tongue at him, “Not you -- Oh, never mind!”
“It seems like you keep showing up every time I have my shirt off.” He grinned lazily at her. “Something you want to tell me?”
Chloe shook her head, “Haven’t we covered this ground already?”
Dean moved closer to Chloe who flew in the face of instinct by stepping into his personal space. Her feet spread wide and her hands on her hips in a confrontational stance. All the while she continued to glare at him.
“Does that mean you’re ready to skip to the main event?” He grinned at her.
Sam was incredulous. Fifteen minute ago he wanted to ditch her now he was trying to seduce her right in front of them. “Dean, what the hell are you doing?”
“I’m just trying to get to know our new traveling companion. She said she wanted to go for a ride.”
“Do lines like that actually work on real women?” Chloe spat.
“Not on ones with brains,” Mac tossed out.
Dean leered down at Chloe, “I’m not picky. They don’t need brains if they have all the right parts.” His eyes strayed to her cleavage.
Chloe put a hand on his chin and tilted his head up, “Eyes up, Winchester. You’re disgusting”
Dean smiled, “You still haven’t answered my question.”
Chloe threw her hands up in resignation. “Unbelievable,” she said as she whirled away from him. As she turned, the band of her watch accidentally snagged on the fluffy pile of the towel. Her momentum pulled the towel from around Dean’s waist.
Horrified, Chloe looked at the towel in her hand and then back at Dean. There he stood wearing nothing but a smirk, “All you had to do was ask.”
She turned bright red, threw the towel in Dean’s direction and bolted for the door.
Sam looked at his brother, “Smooth Dean, real smooth.”
Across the room Duncan was doubled over with laughter, “I change my vote, Chloe gets to stay.”