Angel

Written by Luna Kompton and ellyfanfiction.

Chloe/Dean, Sam
Smallville, season 8 (AU), Supernatural, season 4
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the CW and DC Comics, not to us.
Picture from Andreas on LJ.

There was a hot blonde sitting on the hood of his Impala.

As Dean Winchester emerged from the relative dimness of Fordman's Grocery, clutching a paper bag that contained all the necessities of life-- a six-pack of beer, Sports Illustrated's swimsuit issue, and a pie-- he blinked, wondering if the sunlight had dazzled him into seeing things that weren't there.

He took another look. A good, long, careful look.

The blonde was still there.

And she was definitely hot.

She wore a pink tank top that was cut a little too low, and short shorts that showed off her sexily curved legs. Golden hair tumbled around her face, blown into disarray by the light spring breeze. She was gorgeous, but he saw a gleam of shrewd intelligence in her eyes that said she was more than just a pretty face.

Ordinarily, if Dean had found someone sitting on the hood of his Impala, he would have had a screaming fit that would have done a girl in a slasher flick proud. But hot blondes were exempt from the normal rules of Winchester life. He plastered on his best do-me smile, and headed for her.

"Hey there, sweetheart," he said. "Waiting for me?"

Which was, of course, ridiculous. Even though he'd been born in Kansas, he'd never been to this particular corner of it. He was a stranger in the little town of Smallville, and he'd certainly never seen this particular hot blonde before. Hers was not a face he was likely to forget.

But she looked at him, and her mouth curved in a smile.

"Yes," she answered. "I've been waiting for you, Dean."

At the sound of his name, his eyebrows shot up. He dropped onto the gleaming black hood beside her, a little too close. She didn't shrink back at his intrusion into her personal space. She just looked at him, that same cool smile curving her lips.

"Have we met?" he asked.

"No." The smile didn't touch her eyes. They were hazel, almost golden, and they seemed to look right through him, right down to the dark depths of his soul. "But I know who you are, Dean Winchester. I know what you do."

He swallowed nervously. Great, he thought. Another freakin' angel.

God help him... well, okay, maybe not. The angels all claimed to be working for God, so presumably they were God's idea of help. But that kind of help, he could definitely do without.

"Okay," he said gruffly. "So what do you want from me?"

She looked at him, and the smile faded. Suddenly she looked serious, almost grim.

"I want to hire you," she said.

More to come...