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: 1,158
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, Part III, Part IV,

V.

He woke abruptly to hushed shouting and violent shaking. "Get up! Dean Winchester, if you ever plan to get married or have sex again, you'll wake the hell up right now!"

"I'm up, I'm up! What the hell?" he asked, sitting up with bleary eyes and a furrowed brow.

Sam was tiredly trying to wrangle his jeans on, his hair all over the place and his eyes still closed. "Dunno..." he mumbled. "She woke me up, said we had to go..."

"Seriously? Dress faster, Sam!"

He sighed. "But I've got really long legs..." he whined, falling back to the bed with a sleepy pout.

"If you don't get those jeans on, you're going to be driving two states pantless!" she told him, turning back to the bags as she stuffed all their clothes in them without checking what belonged to who or whether it should go in the laundry duffle. Running back toward the bathroom, already fully dressed, in suspiciously all black clothing, she came out with an armful of her girly stuff; shampoo, shaving cream, tampons, the whole shebang and then rammed it into another bag.

"What's the hurry? I thought we were heading out tomorrow afternoon, after lunch," Dean said, staring at her.

"Change of plans, we have to go now. Immediately." She turned suddenly. "Sam!?! Pants! Now!"

Sam scoffed. "I'm getting them on. I just... need a minute to wake up."

"No minutes to waste." She turned back around. "Dean... Are you wearing anything?'

Dean looked down, brows lifting. "Heh. Nope."

She rolled her eyes before grabbing a bag and searching through it. "Here. Wear this."

He frowned at the clothes but took them anyway. "You know, I know I proposed, but I didn't think naggy-wife would come out for awhile."

She didn't even bother to glare at him. "Mouth closed. Clothes on. And get moving," she ordered before turning around to search the room. She checked under the beds, in the end table drawers, and across all surfaces for everything, and then she did a thorough wipe-down of it all.

"You know, I just realized I'm not sure all of our stuff is going to fit into Dean's new beater," Sam said with an amused smile.

"Shut up... It's practically a classic..." He felt dirty just saying it.

Sam snorted. "Yeah... Right."

"Hey, the trunk is big enough for me to stick your giant ass in..." He pointed at him, brows raised for emphasis.

"Yeah, but where would you fit my legs?"

Chloe sighed loudly. "Guys? I wasn't kidding. Sam? Pants?"

"What? They're on..." He stood up to show her.

"Shoes? Socks?"

He frowned, shoulders slumping before he moved to find the rest of his things.

"Dean?"

"Can't I have a shower first? I feel all sweaty and... covered in sex."

"Real nice," Sam muttered.

"Too late. We gotta go," Chloe said, opening the door and motioning for them to get out.

"What? But I haven't..." Sam held up a boot, his eyes wide.

"Move it, you can put it on in the car," Chloe said, throwing the bags at them to catch and carry.

"You're marrying a slave driver," he said, looking back at Dean.

He shrugged. "You heard her, Sammy."

They left the room with Chloe doing one last sweep before carrying her laptop bag over her shoulder and locking everything up behind her. As they climbed downstairs, Sam paused momentarily before looking back. "Is that..."

"Go, go, go," Chloe said, shooing them forward.

As they stopped in the parking lot, both Winchester men came to a sudden halt. "Is that my baby?" Dean asked, eyes wide with shock.

"Yes, and she's stolen and we need to get out of town immediately," Chloe said, hurrying to the trunk to stick her bag inside.

He shook his head, jaw slack. "How did you...?"

"I was an investigative reporter and I've worked with the Justice League, you don't think I know how to pick a lock? He kept the keys in a box hidden in his office; a hammer opened it and it was easy from there. Just found the Impala out back and brought her back here..." She shrugged. "Now get your things in here, we have to go!"

"Did you set off an alarm?" Sam asked worriedly.

"What?" She looked offended. "Of course not. But the faster we get out of here, the farther we can get before anybody notices she's gone and they've been duped." Digging the keys out of her pocket, she tossed them to a still-stunned Dean, who caught them instinctively.

Sam stuffed his belongings in the back and moved around to the passenger door, climbing inside and waiting for them.

"Dean?" Chloe said, staring up at him impatiently. "I know you're happy and you wanna swoon over her incredible beauty right now but can we-"

He cut her off with a kiss, burying his hand in her hair and hauling her up close, his mouth slanting across hers deeply. He didn't come up for air until he had to; his tongue tangling with hers, their noses bumping, his hands holding her to him tightly. He dropped his bag to the ground and wrapped his arms around her, hands spread across her back, running up and down, kneading her shoulders, tangling in her hair. When he drew back, she was panting, staring up at him in a daze.

She licked her swollen lips and swallowed. "W-What was that for?" she stuttered.

He smirked. "You stole my car back for me..." He bit his lip, shaking his head.

Her brow furrowed. "You sold her for me... That in itself means more than the ring. But... I couldn't let you go on without your car. The Impala is yours; she's part of you... It's..."

He lifted a brow. "Yeah, you're getting chick-flicky on me. Come on, we gotta skip town, my little thief fiancé."

She chuckled before wrapping her arm around his waist and walking with him to the trunk so he could toss his bag in. He opened the back door for her, pressing one last lingering kiss to her lips before he opened his own door. For a moment, he stared at the roof and grinned. "I'm sorry baby, I'll never give you up again..." He sighed, petting the top affectionately.

"Dean? You can tell her how much you love her later. We have the law to outrun!" Chloe called from the car.

With a laugh, he climbed in and revved the engine, sitting back to enjoy how the seats molded to him and breathing in that Impala scent he'd missed these last... Okay, it had only been a few hours, but still... He never expected to see her again. So that was it then, no chance at denial anymore. He was totally in love with her and there was no going back. Sitting where he was, knowing what she'd done, he couldn't be happier with anybody else.
 
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