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: 1,142
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, Part II,

III.

They'd gotten through security and were now approaching the gate; he could feel Sam giving him his patented concerned look. "Dude, will you stop?"

Sam smiled slightly. "Sorry... I just... Are you sure you want to do this?"

"It'll take too long to drive, right? So this is... logical..." He swallowed tightly. "I'll be fine."

"Dean... The last time you were on a place it was crashing..." Sam stared at him. "And I'm not going to be on there with you."

"What? You think I need to hold your hand for this? It's just a stupid plane, Sammy. I've faced worst." He shrugged his bag a little higher. "Look, she said she needed me there tomorrow... So I'll be there. And you'll drive up in the next few days, right?"

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "So not only are you taking a plane for her but you're trusting your baby with me?" He lifted a brow.

"It's just a few hours, right?" He blew out a long breath. "Nothing to worry about... Heh..." He tried to grin but couldn't. "I'll just get on, strap myself in and... take nap." He nodded. "Get one of those perky flight attendants to wake me up when it's over."

"Yeah or turbulence will."

"You are enjoying this way too much," Dean told him through grit teeth.

Sam grinned. "Sorry... It's just so rare that you're actually scared-"

"I'm not scared!" he exclaimed, glaring at the people that were looking. "I just don't like flying."

"Yeah," he nodded, brows lifted, "because you're scared to."

"Whatever." He shook his head, looking back at the gate where tickets were being taken. "This is important, right?"

"Yeah."

"She needs me there."

"Yup."

"Said I'd go, so I can't just back out now..."

"No."

"Even if she'd probably forgive me if I showed up late, couldn't fly..."

Sam's brow furrowed. "We already bought the ticket."

He snorted. "Not like it was really our money... And... She'd understand."

"Of course she would" he agreed. "But imagine how excited she'd be that you made it there the day of."

Dean frowned. "Well, yeah, but..."

"Think of her smile and the hug she'd give you and-"

"Okay shut up," he interrupted, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I'll have to remind her to call my sister Sammy since you miss her so much."

He smiled. "This mean you're getting on the plane?"

"Huh?" He looked over. "Uh yeah... yeah..."

"The luncheon is tomorrow afternoon, right?"

"Yeah... You can get to New York, right? You're not gonna get lost?" He smirked.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, Dean, I think I can manage. I've been to Columbia University before."

"Good, good..." He shifted back and forth. "'Cause y'know, if you're not sure, uh, I could drive us there-"

"And what? Miss Chloe being given an award she's worked her life for? Are you kidding?"

He sighed. "I know... Damn it." He licked his lips, stuffing his hands in his pockets and mumbling under his breath. "All right, okay... I'm going." He stomped toward the gate, glaring at Sam over his shoulder.

"Have fun!" Sam called out, chuckling.

Dean fingered him, handing his ticket over to the attendant before he made his way onto the plane, his stomach twisting and churning. He immediately found his seat, sat down and pulled on his seat belt. Grabbing his walkman out, he plugged in Metallica and closed his eyes, gripping the armrests tightly. For the next four hours, he didn't do anything else. He shook his head at the flight attendant when she asked anything, he ignored the need to use the bathroom, he never took off his seatbelt and he listened to Metallica over and over again. And finally, when the plane landed, he ran off as quickly as he possibly could. He was tired, he felt sick, and he vowed never to take a plane again.

As he walked through the airport searching for a familiar face, he finally saw a large chunk of cardboard with the writing, "James Hetfield" being waved around. He laughed, spotted the blonde holding it up and shook his head. Damn, she knew him too well. Spotting him, she dropped the sign and ran over, grinning widely before she threw her arms around him.

"No chick-fli-" He was cut off by the tight reign she had around his neck. "Cho-ki-ng."

"Oh, sorry!" she said, loosening her grip. "You came!" She stared up at him with big green eyes.

He shrugged. "Yeah, well, you said it was important..."

She hugged him again and he wrapped his arms around her, feeling more grounded than he had in the last four and a half hours. "I wasn't sure... I know how much you hate flying and... Well, Sam said not to get my hopes up."

"Yeah?" His brows rose. "Well I came."

She stepped back and looked up at him. "So the luncheon isn't for hours and you must be beat. I'm renting a Hotel room so we can head over there. I didn't bother getting you a room because I'm so buzzed I won't sleep at all." She shrugged. "So you can take the bed and I'll just... pace or something." She laughed, taking his head and directing him toward the door.

"Uh, before we go..."

She looked back at him.

He looked around. "I think I need to throw up."

Her expression widened. "You really hate flying, huh?"

He nodded quickly, motioning with his hand to get her to show him where the bathrooms were.

"Uh, I think they're right over..." She pointed and he started running, leaving his bag with her.

Leaning over a porcelain toilet, emptying the contents of yesterday's dinner, Dean decided the worst part was probably that he'd do it all over again. The bone-gripping fear he felt on the plane, the queasy stomach for five hours that led into vomiting and dry-heaving... All because she looked so happy to see him, so proud that he'd fought off a fear of flying for her... God, he was such a friggin' sap.

"Dean?" he heard her concerned voice outside the door.

He closed his eyes and groaned. Nobody warned him love involved all this crap!

"Yeah," he called back. "I'm okay."

"All right... I'm just going to go get something to soothe your stomach, okay?"

He nodded. "'Kay."

There was a long pause and then. "Dean?"

He sat up, moving to lean against the stall wall, his head falling back. "Yeah?"

"Thank you."

His brow furrowed.

"I just..." She sighed. "I'm really happy you get to share this with me."

His mouth quirked. "Me too."

"Okay, well, I'll be back in a few minutes."

He nodded despite the fact that she couldn't see him.

Okay, so all this love crap was totally not fun, but... it had its moments.

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