Fic: The Silencers Prologue/?
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spikeysgrl18That's right, I'm posting fic. It's been over a year since I've written anything other than essays and term papers for school, so bear with me, I'm a little rusty. This is only a short chapter since it is just the prologue.
The Silencers
Author: Jami
Fandom: Supernatural/Smallville
Rating: FR-T
E-mail: spikeysgrl18@yahoo.com
Pairing/Characters: Chloe/Dean, Sam.
Spoilers: Nothing too specific since this is a Future!fic. General Season 3 for Supernatural and general Season 7 for Smallville.
Summary: Secret identities are a bitch.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, don’t sue, I have no money to give you anyways.
Author’s Notes: This idea was totally snagged from Mr. & Mrs. Smith.
Prologue:
“I’m meeting Sammy in a few minutes,” Dean said over his shoulder as he obligingly rinsed the dishes. Domestic crap really wasn’t his thing, but doing it spared him the inevitable hour of nagging he’d be subjected to if he didn’t.
“What’s going on tonight?” Chloe wondered curiously as she finished cleaning off the dinner table and tossed the used napkins into the trash. Dean and Sam disappeared all the time on her. She couldn’t complain though, considering she was constantly doing the same.
“Stakeout,” he answered, shutting off the water and inconspicuously wiping his hands off on his t-shirt before turning around to lean against the counter. “Nothing hairy. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”
“Be careful,” she demanded, putting on her best stern expression as she sidled up to him and wrapped her arms around his middle. Chloe buried her head in the crook of his neck and felt Dean rest his chin in the pillow of her hair. His arms came around her waist, holding her close, and she wished he didn’t have to leave. “You come back all black and blue again and I’ll kick your butt.”
“Now would that be nice?” he shook his head and she knew without looking he was wearing that typical smirk on his face.
“Not really, but it would make me feel better, so I’m okay with it.”
“Good to know,” he chuckled, lifting his hand and running it through her hair before pulling her into a soft kiss. Chloe sighed at the sensation but pulled back reluctantly when there was a swift knock at the door.
“That must be Sam,” she murmured, taking a step back. Dean’s response was a muttered curse.
Hiding an amused grin, Chloe grabbed his hand and led him out of the kitchen. “Come on, it’s not nice to keep your brother waiting. He’s still mad at you from the last time you boys went on a stakeout.”
“What?” Dean pouted, but Chloe wasn’t buying it.
“Play nice,” she warned before unlocking the front door and opening it with a smile.
“Hi, Chloe,” Sam greeted her with a pleasant grin.
“Hey, Sam,” she returned with a bright smile. “Dean’s on orders to be on his best behavior tonight.”
“Yeah?” he snorted, giving her a look of utter disbelief.
“He knows if he does anything…like say leaving you on the side of the road—again…he’ll be in big trouble with me,” she said, giving Dean a pointed look. Sam looked to Dean in mild amusement and his brother could only shake his head and raise his hands in defense.
“I’ll be so good they’ll nominate me for sainthood,” Dean assured her before giving shrugging at a bemused Sam. “What can I say, dude. She’s scary for a chick.”
“Go,” Chloe shooed them away with a roll of her eyes. Sam nodded before heading toward Dean’s beloved Impala, and Dean left with a smirk on his lips and an eager glint in his eyes. Passing Sam, Dean couldn’t resist ruffling the mop of hair on his brother’s head. The smack he got in return was punishment enough and Chloe closed the door behind her with a tiny laugh.
Sam had already slid into the passenger’s side as Dean began to climb into the driver’s seat. Hearing the front door close as Chloe headed back into the depths of the small house they shared, Dean glanced at his younger brother.
“So what is it this time? Vampires?”
“Nah, just a poltergeist,” Sam corrected as Dean started to pull out the driveway. “Pretty typical stuff. People seeing and hearing things, furniture moving on its own. Not too violent but its starting to freak out the house’s owners. Should be an easy salt and burn.”
“Good,” Dean grunted. “Told Chloe I’d be back in a couple hours.”
There was a long silence and Sam shifted awkwardly in his seat, looking down at his hands in his lap before glancing at Dean. “You still haven’t told her?”
“We’ve been over this, Sam.”
He hid a slight flinch at the harsh tone in Dean’s voice. “It’s not right,” he argued, ignoring Dean’s annoyed glare. “She deserves to know what we do. That we’re not just some private investigators. She’s in danger as long as you keep her in the dark about our hunting. How’s she supposed to protect herself if she doesn’t know what’s out there?”
“I protect her,” was his terse reply.
“You can’t be there all the time,” Sam said bluntly. “She’s smart, Dean. She knows something is up. If you don’t tell her, you could lose her.”
“You done?” Dean bit out. Sam sighed in frustration and nodded, giving up for the moment. “Good.”
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Chloe waited a few minutes in the living room, idly staring the blank television screen and the bookshelves in serious need of dusting as she killed time. After ten minutes she felt comfortably sure that Dean and Sam were long gone and sprinted up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
It didn’t take her long to log onto her computer in her office. Her desk was meticulously clean. Dean called her anal, but it paid to be organized when you’re trying to look through schematics and blueprints while trying direct a bunch of boys with no sense of direction through LuthorCorp’s most secured facilities.
She supposed she should consider herself lucky. Dean tried to avoid anything resembling work so he rarely frequented her office. Decorated with her multitude of Daily Planet paraphernalia, he wasn’t remotely suspicious about her long hours spent on the computer. He just assumed she was working on her next article. That was true some of the time. The rest of the time was spent playing babysitter to a bunch of superheroes and getting involved in some definitely illegal activities.
Secret Identities were a bitch.
Opening the desk drawer, she pulled out her headset, Queen Industry issued, and typed in her password with lightening speed.
Patching into the communication network, she opened up the latest files sent to her by one Victor Stone.
“Watchtower here. Ready and awaiting your signal,” she broadcast as she scanned the layout of Lex’s newest playground, an underground facility in the desert of Nevada.
“Nice of you to join us,” Oliver’s voice, distorted and distracted, greeted her. Chloe glanced out of the corner of her eye to the clock. She hoped this went smoothly, Dean would be home all too soon and for his own safety he couldn’t know about her side job.
“Read you loud and clear, Arrow. Let’s get to work.”
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