Title: Five Times Dean Knew He was Totally In Love With Chloe
Category: Smallville/Supernatural (Crossover)
Rating: NC17
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairing: Chloe/Dean
Word Count: 1,442
Series: Five Times Chlean (5 Times Chloe Knew Dean Was In Love With Her, 5 Reasons Sam Knows Chloe Is Perfect For Dean, 5 Times Lois Knew Dean Was IT For Chloe)
Summary: Much as he wants to deny it, even Dean has to face facts, and there were five times he just couldn't pretend he wasn't totally in love with Chloe Sullivan.

Previous: Part I,

II

"Okay, so wait, the doctor said what again?" Dean's brow furrowed, mouth pinched as he stared down at his coffee. Needed more sugar.

Sam sighed. "You know, if you hadn't been staring at the calendar on his wall, you might've actually heard what we were talking about."

"Sammy, dude, you should have been staring at the calendar. Miss October..." He whistled. "Blonde, curvy...Man, what I would give..."

"Yeah..." Sam rolled his eyes. "Doesn't sound at all like anybody we might know."

Dean spooned a few piles of sugar into his coffee and then cocked a brow. "Huh?"

"Chloe, Dean." He shook his head.

"Yeah? What about her? She call?" He dug his cell phone out of his coat pocket. "She usually leaves me a message." He grinned. "Last night, it was like two in the morning, she asked to talk to you but you were sleeping, she didn't believe me so I had the phone up to your face while you were snoring-" He laughed. "So anyway--"

Sam glowered. "You had her listen to me snore?"

"What?" He shrugged. "She missed your bitch face. Figure she'd feel less Winchester-sick if she was could hear what I was hearing... A buzzsaw sleeping five feet away."

He scoffed. "Unbelievable."

"I know." He grinned. "So anyway..."

"You boys need anything else?" a waitress interrupted, bending low enough that her cleavage nearly spilled right out. He nearly laughed as Sam tried to avert his gaze, doing his best not to stare. Shaking his head, he punched in his call history. "We're good, thanks," he said before looking up at Sam. "She did call."

"That wasn't what I was talking about," he sighed.

"Yeah, whatever, I'm gonna call her back." Standing up, he moved to walk outside, bumping into a tall blonde on the way. He stared at her a second, recognition registering almost immediately in his head. She was a statuesque blonde with stunning green eyes and naturally wavy blonde hair; the kind of woman Sam would say Dean would happily trail after with his tongue out. Instead, he apologized for not watching where he was going and continued outside. He felt her eyes on his back and lifted the phone to his ear, waiting for Chloe to pick up.

"Sullivan here, what can I do for you?" her voice came through.

His lips curled. "Loaded question, Blondie," he replied.

She snorted. "Dean. Always nice to hear from you. I'll assume your brother's awake and hope you don't subject me to his snoring again."

"Hey, I just wanted you to stop whining about missing us." He grinned, relaxing against the wall behind him. "What're you up to?"

"Currently I'm surrounded by paperwork of all types... I have a very long day of reading ahead of me." She paused. "How far away are you?"

"Too far for you to even think about getting me to sit around and read boring crap all day."

She chuckled. "I wasn't going to ask that. I've been hearing a few things about a ‘job' just outside of Metropolis... Although if you feel the urge to help me with paperwork, feel encouraged to drop in for that too."

He nodded. "Yeah, yeah, my weekend's not that boring, sweetheart."

"You say that now but you just wait until you're sitting around, listening to Sam snore, and you know I'm just over here, all on my own, reading riveting papers on... the medical history of meteor rock itch..."

His brow furrowed. "That like jock itch?"

She laughed. "No. Definitely not."

He shrugged. "Well, unless this itch has supernatural powers, I'm pretty much useless."

"Useless? Hardly." She scoffed. "And I'd list the way you happen to be very handy, but I can already see the sick jokes filling your head."

"Hey, you're the one who said I was handy..."

She snorted. "You're unbelievable sometimes, you know that?"

"Unbelievably handy?"

"I'm hanging up now," she said, chuckling.

"All right, all right." He grinned. "Call me later when you're done with the paperwork, gimme the details on that job."

"Sure. Say hi to Sam for me."

"I'm sure he's around here somewhere..."

"Like you even let him out of your sight."

He looked up, spotting his brother through the window, fully able to keep an eye on him the whole time. "You know me too well."

"You're predictable."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Whatever. I'm hangin' up."

She laughed. "Bye Dean."

"Bye."

He hung up, sticking his phone in his pocket and then returned to the restaurant, unable to stop himself from grinning. As he was on his way to the table, a hand wrapped around his wrist. He turned back, brow furrowed, to the same blonde he nearly plowed over smiling up at him. She held a torn piece of napkin up. "I think you dropped this," she said suggestively.

Glancing down, he shook his head. "Nah, not mine." His upstairs brain applauded him, but his downstairs brain was screaming, "What the hell are you doing, man?"

He walked away, taking his seat across from Sam once more. After taking a sip of his coffee, his face scrunching up at the cool taste, he flagged the waitress walking past and asked her for a refill.

Taking a drink of his now hot coffee, he looked up at his stunned brother.

"What... was that?" Sam asked, leaning forward on his forearms.

Dean's brow wrinkled. "What was what?"

"Okay, first you ignore the massive amounts of fake cleavage being stuffed in your face..." He discreetly pointed at the stacked brunette across the restaurant. "And then you completely ignore the blonde you nearly trampled on your way out. To top it all off, you again ignore the blonde who was obviously offering you her number." He shook his head. "Who are you?"

He shrugged. "Shut up. I was busy."

"Seriously, I'm starting to worry about you..."

Dean rolled his eyes. "So I didn't sleep with the first two chicks to throw themselves at me, so what? Maybe I have standards."

Sam stared at him in disbelief.

He snorted. "Yeah, thanks."

"Well... You've kind of proven over the years that you'll sleep with pretty much anyone..."

"Have not."

Sam didn't look convinced.

"Whatever. So, I talked to Chloe and she got whiff of this job..."

His forehead wrinkled. "We're already on a job..."

"Yeah," He nodded, "But this one's bigger..."

Sam's eyes narrowed. "And where is it?"

"Yunno, nearby..."

"Nearby as in?" He shook his head questioningly.

Dean mumbled under his breath.

"What?"

"Three days drive from here," he replied, frowning.

"Three days? Dean! That's like..." He stopped, crossing his arms over his chest. "That's near Metropolis, isn't it?"

Dean scoffed. "No. Not really..."

Sam glared. "We're not quitting this job just so you can go see Chloe!"

"What? Dude, I never said that." He frowned. "Besides, Chloe's busy and we wouldn't even really have time to go and see her... Unless we left today and finished the other job early and..."

He sighed, shaking his head. "You're obsessed, you know that?"

He glowered. "Am not."

"You're turning down women, you're checking your phone as much as a girl, you're grinning all the time and-"

"Okay, okay, shut up. So maybe... maybe I just like having a normal civilian friend, all right?" He shifted around in his chair.

"Civilian? Normal? Uh, hate to break it to you, Dean, but Chloe barely registers as either of those."

Dean glared before standing up. "Thank you Dr. Phil. Can we go solve this case and head out to the next one, please?" He tossed a few dollars down on the table and then walked out, not even acknowledging the beautiful blonde that watched him pass. He wasn't stupid; he knew something was different. And he also knew just who that blonde was sitting at the table, making sex-eyes at him. It was like a Trickster had kicked him in the ass and was out to make him jump through hoops. Sitting inside that diner was Miss October, the same he'd been staring at on the calendar. A supermodel; a friggin supermodel! And in person she was just as beautiful, but he felt nothing. Sure, something downstairs stirred, but more than that, he just wanted to get this hunt over and get to the next one, so he'd be closer to Chloe. And maybe then, he could deal with all this. He'd see her and things would calm down and finally these feelings of love or like or whatever would be gone...

Sam walked out, grinning knowingly and Dean glared. It better go away. He couldn't stand his brother's smug look anymore.

[Next: Part III.]

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