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Series: Crossing Kansas
Webisode: Bad Timing (2008)
Summary: It was just a matter oftime timing. Five times Chloe could have met the Winchesters (and Crossing Kansas wouldn't have happened).
Author: Dani
Rating: PG
Spoilers: General
A/N: Oneshot. Summer "webisode" until next season.
A/N2: Another 'What If' scenario, based on my tagline: Three people facing the impossible everyday. It was just a matter of time until they met. Timing is everything
More next Thursday.
2003|2005|2006|2008|2010
The rest of the series can be found HERE.
Note: The Winchesters never went to Smallville, when Chloe’s body when “missing” from the morgue.
2008
“I’m engaged.”
Dean blinked at the piece of blue plastic as it was flashed in his face. “Engaged?” he repeated, grabbing her hand and studying the ring. It looked like something out of a vending machine. She had to be joking. Maybe it was her idea of playing hard to get.
She pulled her hand from his grip and nodded stiffly. “Yeah. So…” She made a shooing motion with her hands and returned her attention to the coffee in front of her.
“If I go get you a ring from a Cracker Jack box, will you reconsider? Maybe give me a name?” Dean snarked, shifting gears from flirt to annoyed. He didn’t expect every woman he smiled at to fall at his feet (honest, he didn’t) but the blue, plastic “engagement ring” was a little weak.
The blonde glared, and he actually felt her become completely turned off. “It’s the thought that counts with my fiancée. And he has another ring for me, it’s just getting sized.”
Dean resisted the urge to ask if the other ring had one of those candy diamonds on top, and stood, instead. “Congratulations. He’s a lucky guy,” he said stiffly, before walking away.
He felt her eyes on him as he left, and shook his head. “Women.”
::
“This town blows, man,” Dean complained as he marched into their motel room and set a cup of coffee in front of his brother.
Sam looked up from the newspaper, cocking an eyebrow. “Strike out?” he guessed, knowingly. His brother had a wounded-pride look in his eyes, and he could only assume it resulted from a failed pick-up.
“She wasn’t worth it,” he grumbled, tossing his coat on the closest available surface.
“Uh-huh.”
Dean just frowned, daring him to say anything else.
Sam sighed. “You picked the place. It was either Metropolis or Smallville, and since you vetoed Smallville. Again. We’re stuck here.”
“Hey, if you want to go play in Crazyville, be my guest. I’d rather stay out of a town that even seasoned hunters avoid. Missing corpses, or not.” Dean sat down across from his brother and gestured to the paper in his hand. “So, figure anything out? What kind of creature are we dealing with?”
“Don’t know yet. It could be a siren, or a succubus, or maybe just a vengeful witch.” Sam pulled out another news article and showed Dean. “But whatever it is, it’s moving. Its victim trail goes from Metropolis to Smallville—”
Dean frowned.
“—back to Metropolis.”
“Indecisive?” Dean asked wryly.
“Deadly,” Sam corrected.
::
Chloe played with her engagement ring, ignoring the taunting voice in her head. Jimmy would come back. It was just a little fight. They’re love meant more than a note she’d written to Clark years before.
“If I go get you a ring from a Cracker Jack box, will you reconsider?”
She winced as the plastic ring caught, pinching her finger. The guy at the coffee shop hadn’t been the first one to comment on her ring, but there was something about his tone that made her more defensive than normal. So what if it was a plastic ring? Nothing about her relationship with Jimmy had ever been normal. Why should her ring?
Besides, she liked its uniqueness. It stood out. Not many girls could say their engagement ring came from a machine.
Not that many would want to say that.
She huffed in frustration, and opened another file of pictures. She wouldn’t let the leather-clad, smirking stranger get to her. She was just feeling off because of her fight with Jimmy.
She’d be fine once they made up.
And once she got a different ring.
::
Sam scanned the club’s crowd, searching for any clues of a supernatural creature. Another body had been found just outside the Ace of Clubs, and he had a feeling the creature was nearby. The room was filled with men who fit the victim profile. It was just a matter of catching the creature before it struck again.
Across the room, Dean moved through the crowds, his EMF meter held discreetly as he scanned all the females (and some males, just in case). They still weren’t sure what kind of creature they were dealing with, just that it had to be something supernatural.
The men were dying of endorphin overloads. They’re bodies were producing higher levels of endorphins than any human could normally produce. Sam had a feeling they were dealing with a succubus, but he couldn’t be sure. So far, they’d found no traces of demonic activity, or any supernatural activity, really.
They were running into dead-ends without a lead in sight.
Sam hated the hunts where they had to just hit-and-miss until they stumbled onto a clue. It meant they spent more time looking for the creature and less time saving people. Someone else could die and they didn’t have any idea how to stop it.
“I see you’re the only one here that’s all alone. I think you’re the man that I’ve been looking for.”
Sam’s attention shifted to a man a few barstools ahead of him. A beautiful red-head stood in front of him, offering a flirty smile. He almost looked away, deciding he didn’t need to see the poor guy attempt flirting, but paused. Something about the woman’s expression was off. There was something more than simple flirtation in her eyes.
“You’ve been looking for me?” the man asked, looking surprised.
She nodded and stepped closer. “Dance with me.”
Sam moved forward, pulling out his EMF meter as he neared the new couple. Neither noticed as he swiped the thing past the woman, before tucking it back in his pocket. Nothing. No reading at all.
Frustrated, he watched the couple move to the dance floor. There was something off about that woman. He knew it.
He caught his brother’s gaze from across the room and indicated the woman. Dean nodded slowly, but continued searching the crowd.
Just in case.
::
“You better be right about this, Sam,” Dean said. They watched discretely as the red-head and her dance partner made their way to the balcony. “I really don’t want to watch Magoo fumble his way through another smooth line…”
Sam held up a hand, silencing his brother. “Even if she isn’t our killer, there’s something wrong with that woman.”
“Yeah, she’s hot and hitting on that,” Dean complained, gesturing to her partner.
“You’d rather she was hitting on you?” Sam asked. “She could be dangerous.”
Dean shrugged. “Gotta lose it somehow, Sammy.”
“Lose what?” Sam asked, knowing he probably didn’t want to know.
Dean wagged his eyebrows. “My virginity.”
Sam wanted to argue—remind him that his virginity was lost and no amount of searching was going to bring it back—but the couple was pulling back from their liplock, and it didn’t look good for Magoo. “Dean.”
“Let’s move,” Dean agreed, reaching for his gun as they hurried onto the balcony. He turned for the woman, moving to aim his gun, when she suddenly vanished with a whoosh of wind. “…the hell,” he mumbled, spinning as if he could find her hiding behind him.
“Dean!” Sam called and he spun, frowning at his brother, who was staring at him in confusion.
Magoo had vanished too.
“I repeat: …the hell?”
::
Chloe took tentative a sip of the hospital coffee as she walked back to Jimmy’s room. It was going to be a long night and she’d need the caffeine, even if it only came flavored with motor oil.
“Can you describe the woman?”
She hesitated outside Jimmy’s room, listening to the voices inside. It sounded like a cop, a pair of cops. And she knew the second voice.
Her cup of motor oil forgotten, she marched into the room, frowning up at the man she’d last seen staring at her engagement ring in obvious disbelief. “Can I help you officers?” she asked, drawing out the title ‘officer’ sarcastically.
If they were feds then she’d never been infected by a meteor rock.
“We were just conducting a small interview,” the taller man explained. “We’ll be done in a moment, and you can have your boyfriend back.”
“Fiancée,” she corrected, not bothering to hold up her ring. She really didn’t need a repeat performance from earlier.
The guy she recognized from the coffee shop frowned, looking between her and Jimmy. His eyes held the same disbelief as earlier, and she resisted the urge to yell. “Really?” he asked. “Him?”
“Hey!” Jimmy argued.
Chloe gestured to the hall, offering Jimmy a tight smile. “Outside, please.”
Without argument, the two “officers” followed her out of Jimmy’s room, standing before her obediently. “You know, the ring suddenly makes sense, if he’s the one who proposed.”
Chloe glared at the man’s mocking tone. “Look, I know you two aren’t cops. So what do you want?”
“Who says we aren’t cops?” Mr. Disbelief asked.
Chloe just looked at him.
“Okay,” his partner held up a hand. “We’re here investigating the recent string of deaths. And so far, your fiancée has been the only one to survive the mystery woman’s deadly kiss.”
“You’re investigating?” Chloe questioned. “What, like some hobby? You two dress up like cops and run around trying to solve mysteries of the weird and unexplained?”
The man nodded. “Sure, something like that. We’re trying to help.”
“Well don’t worry about it. This mystery has been solved,” Chloe said. “And you two better leave, before I get you arrested for impersonating a cop.”
They exchanged glances, speaking without words, and Chloe tried not to feel left out. After a beat, they nodded and turned to go.
Before moving away, Disbelief paused and leaned forward as if to share a secret with her. “You two don’t belong together,” he whispered then followed his partner down the hall.
Chloe turned and watched him leave, ignoring the way his whisper lingered in her hair. Taunting.
::
“No more bodies. Whoever she was, the seductress has been stopped.”
“You think your blonde friend had anything to do with it?” Sam asked, looking over at his brother from his spot on a bed.
Dean shrugged, flipping through the newspaper in front of him. The case was over, so it was time for a new one. “Probably. Don’t know how, but she seemed pretty sure of herself.”
“Yeah.” Sam agreed as a knock sounded at their door.
Dean stood and looked through the peephole, before opening the door, shooting his brother an uncertain look as he did.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve,” a woman’s voice declared, before Dean’s “blonde friend” charged into the room.
“Nerve?” Dean repeated, backing up as she moved forward.
“I love my fiancée, and I don’t need some wannabe detective telling me who I belong with.”
Dean smirked, shooting a glance at Sam. “You tracked me down just to tell me that?”
She seemed to deflate at his comment, shaking her head. “No, I…” she trailed off uncertainly. “I don’t need someone trying to sabotage my engagement.”
Dean stepped forward. “I’m not trying to sabotage anything. I’m just telling you what I think. And I think you can do a lot better than him.” He shrugged. “But it’s just my opinion. Take it or leave it.”
She glared, but Sam saw something shift in her eyes. She opened her mouth to argue then closed it again, staring down at the plastic ring on her finger. Without another word, she turned and exited, leaving Dean to stare after her, looking torn.
“I’m right,” he mumbled, after a beat. “She doesn’t belong with him.”
“How do you know?” Sam asked.
Dean shook his head, returning his seat and grabbing the newspaper. “I just do.”
::
Two hours later, Chloe will still be thinking about Dean’s words and trying to ignore the growing hesitation in her gut. She’ll play with her ring until the cheap band snaps, and her certainty with it. The resulting conversation with Jimmy will be the couple’s undoing, ending their relationship months prematurely—and without the complications of a divorce.
Sad, but not necessarily heart-broken, she will look to take her emotions out on the only other person she can think to blame.
Luckily, the Dean will still be in town.
Accusations will fly. Dean will smugly state he was right about Chloe and Jimmy, resulting in more heated words. Which will quickly lead to Sam vacating the room before he sees something he doesn’t want.
He’ll sleep in a separate room that night.
Far away from his old room and any possible…noise.
::
Dean will keep a fond—very fond—memory of the feisty blonde, but the impending apocalypse will make it impossible for any repeat performances.
Sam will set a goal, making sure his brother and the blonde meet again, but won’t succeed, for one reason or another.
Chloe will never forget the leather-clad, smirking stranger, but will eventually let herself be drawn to a different kind of hero.
::
But, more importantly, Dean will have lost his virginity. Again.
Series: Crossing Kansas
Webisode: Bad Timing (2008)
Summary: It was just a matter of
Author: Dani
Rating: PG
Spoilers: General
A/N: Oneshot. Summer "webisode" until next season.
A/N2: Another 'What If' scenario, based on my tagline: Three people facing the impossible everyday. It was just a matter of time until they met. Timing is everything
More next Thursday.
2003|2005|2006|2008|2010
The rest of the series can be found HERE.
Note: The Winchesters never went to Smallville, when Chloe’s body when “missing” from the morgue.
2008
“I’m engaged.”
Dean blinked at the piece of blue plastic as it was flashed in his face. “Engaged?” he repeated, grabbing her hand and studying the ring. It looked like something out of a vending machine. She had to be joking. Maybe it was her idea of playing hard to get.
She pulled her hand from his grip and nodded stiffly. “Yeah. So…” She made a shooing motion with her hands and returned her attention to the coffee in front of her.
“If I go get you a ring from a Cracker Jack box, will you reconsider? Maybe give me a name?” Dean snarked, shifting gears from flirt to annoyed. He didn’t expect every woman he smiled at to fall at his feet (honest, he didn’t) but the blue, plastic “engagement ring” was a little weak.
The blonde glared, and he actually felt her become completely turned off. “It’s the thought that counts with my fiancée. And he has another ring for me, it’s just getting sized.”
Dean resisted the urge to ask if the other ring had one of those candy diamonds on top, and stood, instead. “Congratulations. He’s a lucky guy,” he said stiffly, before walking away.
He felt her eyes on him as he left, and shook his head. “Women.”
::
“This town blows, man,” Dean complained as he marched into their motel room and set a cup of coffee in front of his brother.
Sam looked up from the newspaper, cocking an eyebrow. “Strike out?” he guessed, knowingly. His brother had a wounded-pride look in his eyes, and he could only assume it resulted from a failed pick-up.
“She wasn’t worth it,” he grumbled, tossing his coat on the closest available surface.
“Uh-huh.”
Dean just frowned, daring him to say anything else.
Sam sighed. “You picked the place. It was either Metropolis or Smallville, and since you vetoed Smallville. Again. We’re stuck here.”
“Hey, if you want to go play in Crazyville, be my guest. I’d rather stay out of a town that even seasoned hunters avoid. Missing corpses, or not.” Dean sat down across from his brother and gestured to the paper in his hand. “So, figure anything out? What kind of creature are we dealing with?”
“Don’t know yet. It could be a siren, or a succubus, or maybe just a vengeful witch.” Sam pulled out another news article and showed Dean. “But whatever it is, it’s moving. Its victim trail goes from Metropolis to Smallville—”
Dean frowned.
“—back to Metropolis.”
“Indecisive?” Dean asked wryly.
“Deadly,” Sam corrected.
::
Chloe played with her engagement ring, ignoring the taunting voice in her head. Jimmy would come back. It was just a little fight. They’re love meant more than a note she’d written to Clark years before.
“If I go get you a ring from a Cracker Jack box, will you reconsider?”
She winced as the plastic ring caught, pinching her finger. The guy at the coffee shop hadn’t been the first one to comment on her ring, but there was something about his tone that made her more defensive than normal. So what if it was a plastic ring? Nothing about her relationship with Jimmy had ever been normal. Why should her ring?
Besides, she liked its uniqueness. It stood out. Not many girls could say their engagement ring came from a machine.
Not that many would want to say that.
She huffed in frustration, and opened another file of pictures. She wouldn’t let the leather-clad, smirking stranger get to her. She was just feeling off because of her fight with Jimmy.
She’d be fine once they made up.
And once she got a different ring.
::
Sam scanned the club’s crowd, searching for any clues of a supernatural creature. Another body had been found just outside the Ace of Clubs, and he had a feeling the creature was nearby. The room was filled with men who fit the victim profile. It was just a matter of catching the creature before it struck again.
Across the room, Dean moved through the crowds, his EMF meter held discreetly as he scanned all the females (and some males, just in case). They still weren’t sure what kind of creature they were dealing with, just that it had to be something supernatural.
The men were dying of endorphin overloads. They’re bodies were producing higher levels of endorphins than any human could normally produce. Sam had a feeling they were dealing with a succubus, but he couldn’t be sure. So far, they’d found no traces of demonic activity, or any supernatural activity, really.
They were running into dead-ends without a lead in sight.
Sam hated the hunts where they had to just hit-and-miss until they stumbled onto a clue. It meant they spent more time looking for the creature and less time saving people. Someone else could die and they didn’t have any idea how to stop it.
“I see you’re the only one here that’s all alone. I think you’re the man that I’ve been looking for.”
Sam’s attention shifted to a man a few barstools ahead of him. A beautiful red-head stood in front of him, offering a flirty smile. He almost looked away, deciding he didn’t need to see the poor guy attempt flirting, but paused. Something about the woman’s expression was off. There was something more than simple flirtation in her eyes.
“You’ve been looking for me?” the man asked, looking surprised.
She nodded and stepped closer. “Dance with me.”
Sam moved forward, pulling out his EMF meter as he neared the new couple. Neither noticed as he swiped the thing past the woman, before tucking it back in his pocket. Nothing. No reading at all.
Frustrated, he watched the couple move to the dance floor. There was something off about that woman. He knew it.
He caught his brother’s gaze from across the room and indicated the woman. Dean nodded slowly, but continued searching the crowd.
Just in case.
::
“You better be right about this, Sam,” Dean said. They watched discretely as the red-head and her dance partner made their way to the balcony. “I really don’t want to watch Magoo fumble his way through another smooth line…”
Sam held up a hand, silencing his brother. “Even if she isn’t our killer, there’s something wrong with that woman.”
“Yeah, she’s hot and hitting on that,” Dean complained, gesturing to her partner.
“You’d rather she was hitting on you?” Sam asked. “She could be dangerous.”
Dean shrugged. “Gotta lose it somehow, Sammy.”
“Lose what?” Sam asked, knowing he probably didn’t want to know.
Dean wagged his eyebrows. “My virginity.”
Sam wanted to argue—remind him that his virginity was lost and no amount of searching was going to bring it back—but the couple was pulling back from their liplock, and it didn’t look good for Magoo. “Dean.”
“Let’s move,” Dean agreed, reaching for his gun as they hurried onto the balcony. He turned for the woman, moving to aim his gun, when she suddenly vanished with a whoosh of wind. “…the hell,” he mumbled, spinning as if he could find her hiding behind him.
“Dean!” Sam called and he spun, frowning at his brother, who was staring at him in confusion.
Magoo had vanished too.
“I repeat: …the hell?”
::
Chloe took tentative a sip of the hospital coffee as she walked back to Jimmy’s room. It was going to be a long night and she’d need the caffeine, even if it only came flavored with motor oil.
“Can you describe the woman?”
She hesitated outside Jimmy’s room, listening to the voices inside. It sounded like a cop, a pair of cops. And she knew the second voice.
Her cup of motor oil forgotten, she marched into the room, frowning up at the man she’d last seen staring at her engagement ring in obvious disbelief. “Can I help you officers?” she asked, drawing out the title ‘officer’ sarcastically.
If they were feds then she’d never been infected by a meteor rock.
“We were just conducting a small interview,” the taller man explained. “We’ll be done in a moment, and you can have your boyfriend back.”
“Fiancée,” she corrected, not bothering to hold up her ring. She really didn’t need a repeat performance from earlier.
The guy she recognized from the coffee shop frowned, looking between her and Jimmy. His eyes held the same disbelief as earlier, and she resisted the urge to yell. “Really?” he asked. “Him?”
“Hey!” Jimmy argued.
Chloe gestured to the hall, offering Jimmy a tight smile. “Outside, please.”
Without argument, the two “officers” followed her out of Jimmy’s room, standing before her obediently. “You know, the ring suddenly makes sense, if he’s the one who proposed.”
Chloe glared at the man’s mocking tone. “Look, I know you two aren’t cops. So what do you want?”
“Who says we aren’t cops?” Mr. Disbelief asked.
Chloe just looked at him.
“Okay,” his partner held up a hand. “We’re here investigating the recent string of deaths. And so far, your fiancée has been the only one to survive the mystery woman’s deadly kiss.”
“You’re investigating?” Chloe questioned. “What, like some hobby? You two dress up like cops and run around trying to solve mysteries of the weird and unexplained?”
The man nodded. “Sure, something like that. We’re trying to help.”
“Well don’t worry about it. This mystery has been solved,” Chloe said. “And you two better leave, before I get you arrested for impersonating a cop.”
They exchanged glances, speaking without words, and Chloe tried not to feel left out. After a beat, they nodded and turned to go.
Before moving away, Disbelief paused and leaned forward as if to share a secret with her. “You two don’t belong together,” he whispered then followed his partner down the hall.
Chloe turned and watched him leave, ignoring the way his whisper lingered in her hair. Taunting.
::
“No more bodies. Whoever she was, the seductress has been stopped.”
“You think your blonde friend had anything to do with it?” Sam asked, looking over at his brother from his spot on a bed.
Dean shrugged, flipping through the newspaper in front of him. The case was over, so it was time for a new one. “Probably. Don’t know how, but she seemed pretty sure of herself.”
“Yeah.” Sam agreed as a knock sounded at their door.
Dean stood and looked through the peephole, before opening the door, shooting his brother an uncertain look as he did.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve,” a woman’s voice declared, before Dean’s “blonde friend” charged into the room.
“Nerve?” Dean repeated, backing up as she moved forward.
“I love my fiancée, and I don’t need some wannabe detective telling me who I belong with.”
Dean smirked, shooting a glance at Sam. “You tracked me down just to tell me that?”
She seemed to deflate at his comment, shaking her head. “No, I…” she trailed off uncertainly. “I don’t need someone trying to sabotage my engagement.”
Dean stepped forward. “I’m not trying to sabotage anything. I’m just telling you what I think. And I think you can do a lot better than him.” He shrugged. “But it’s just my opinion. Take it or leave it.”
She glared, but Sam saw something shift in her eyes. She opened her mouth to argue then closed it again, staring down at the plastic ring on her finger. Without another word, she turned and exited, leaving Dean to stare after her, looking torn.
“I’m right,” he mumbled, after a beat. “She doesn’t belong with him.”
“How do you know?” Sam asked.
Dean shook his head, returning his seat and grabbing the newspaper. “I just do.”
::
Two hours later, Chloe will still be thinking about Dean’s words and trying to ignore the growing hesitation in her gut. She’ll play with her ring until the cheap band snaps, and her certainty with it. The resulting conversation with Jimmy will be the couple’s undoing, ending their relationship months prematurely—and without the complications of a divorce.
Sad, but not necessarily heart-broken, she will look to take her emotions out on the only other person she can think to blame.
Luckily, the Dean will still be in town.
Accusations will fly. Dean will smugly state he was right about Chloe and Jimmy, resulting in more heated words. Which will quickly lead to Sam vacating the room before he sees something he doesn’t want.
He’ll sleep in a separate room that night.
Far away from his old room and any possible…noise.
::
Dean will keep a fond—very fond—memory of the feisty blonde, but the impending apocalypse will make it impossible for any repeat performances.
Sam will set a goal, making sure his brother and the blonde meet again, but won’t succeed, for one reason or another.
Chloe will never forget the leather-clad, smirking stranger, but will eventually let herself be drawn to a different kind of hero.
::
But, more importantly, Dean will have lost his virginity. Again.
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