Summary: This is a Smallville/Supernatural XxXcrossoverXxX. The basis is that the two brothers, Sam and Dean, come to Smallville because their father has it marked in his journal. If you don't know anything about Supernatural or Smallville (since I'll post it on both shows), you can write me a review and I'll explain the story or you can look it up on Google. The meteor rocks have caused supernatural (as usual) problems in Smallville and not even Clark Kent can help this time. It's up to the brothers to save the people, and it may just be a little more important for Dean that anyone expected... Also, its going to start in the characters of Supernatural point of view, but that will fluctuate.
Main characters: Chloe, Dean, Sam, Clark, and Lana.
Relationships: an important one you'll have to read below to find out about and very little Clana.
Rating: Pg-13, could go up in rating in later chapter. I will warn you.
Dean stood, leaning against his black '67 Chevy, feeling the warm sun beating down on his face. HIs mind was wandering. Thoughtshe always tried to push out of his head. Thoughts about his mom's death and his dad's disappearance. He had always listened to his dad, never once talked back or had second thoughts about what he told him to do. So, his thoughts would often ramble and ask, "Why?" Why did his dad leave him? Why did his mom die? Why was he dragged into such a big mess? Why was his life so tangled? Why couldn't he be normal? He'd had a taste of normal once. He loved it. He wanted it back. Wanted her back.
"Smallville," Sam's voice entered his muddled mind.
"What?" He asked, an edge of worry to his question.
"Dad wants us to go to Smallville." Sam responded. "It's in his journal, I've looked it up. They've been having seriously weird problems for years. This time is different though. Apparently, there's been attacks on some of the locals by an unseen presense. It's only happened resently. Usually people become possessed or gain weird powers, but they don't have many invisible people pushing others down stairs or harming them."
"Smallville?" Was all Dean could choke out.
Sam looked at him confused, "Yes...is that a problem?" He shook his head. "Good. We better get on the road. Can I drive?" Sam asked hopefully. Without thinking Dean threw him the keys. "Okay, now Im starting to worry. No fight. No, 'It's too much muscle for you!' or anything?" Dean wasn't paying attention, but instead staring out the window in a daze. "Are you feeling okay?" He started up the car and made his way out onto the highway.
They drove in silence for a long while. There had been a lot of times when Sam had wanted to say certain things to his brother, but never found the courage. Sometimes he'd say something out of anger, but Dean wouldn't budge from his point of view. In his mind, their father was a saint and did what he had to do to make them good men; strong men. Sam had never seen it that way. He saw it as losing out on a childhood; losing out on a real family.
It was just easier to stay on a simple topic, something that wouldn't cause any fighting. "Have you ever been to Smallville?" Sam asked. Dean momentarily broke out of his daze and nodded his head. "So you know some people? Someone who could tell us all about what's happening there?" His brother hesitated then nodded slowly. Sam didn't know what to make of it. He'd never seen his brother so out of it. "What's the matter, man? You're not acting like your usual self."
"It's nothing. Forget about it." He said gruffly.
Sam decided to take his advice and drove the rest of the way in silence. His mind would wander ever once in awhile to thoughts about his parents and his deceased girlfriend. The only reason he was on this trip was to find out what really happened to her. But part of his was anxious and did really want to know where his dad went and how to find what killed his mom. His whole life seemed to be filled with death or disappearances. He was tired of living a life of sadness. He'd always be lonely if he kept it up. He wondered how his brother did it.
The sun broke out in the distance, filling the sky and making the town look a more beautiful sight than he'd ever seen before. Trees, fields of flowers, small homely houses, and farms littered the area. He'd always wanted to live in a place like this. A place where everyone knew one another. It was too bad such a pretty place had become inhabited by supernatural forces. He looked over to his brother who slept in the passenger seat. His face was more peaceful than it had been in years.
As he drove through the town slowly, people began to surface. Everyone looked so happy and content with their lives. He wondered what kind of effect the evil force really had on the town. He pulled into a small coffe shop, the only place that seemed open so early. He leaned over and shook his brother awake. "We're here. Let's get something to eat."
Dean yawned loudly and stretched his arms as best he could. He pushed open the door and let his legs adjust to not being crammed beneath a dashboard. Sam made his way towards the small shop and noticed his brother wasn't following. He looked back to see Dean's face, partly pale and worried. "Are you sure you're okay? You want to go see a doctor or something?"
"Im fine." He seemed to gather himself up quickly and walked past him with a scowl on his face. Sam shrugged and followed him inside. Dean found possible the place farthest away from the little amount of people that were milling around inside.
"I'll get us some coffee's, you want anything else?" Dean shook his head. Sam walked to the counted and ordered a couple of tall, black coffee's. The woman at the front was very friendly and quite beautiful. Her hair fell in long straight black strands and her eyes shimmered in a emerald green glow. 'Lana,' read her nametag. He walked back to the seat Dean was holding for them.
"Do you know a Lana?" He asked.
Dean smiled, "Yeah. She's probably taken, so don't get any ideas."
Sam laughed. "She's nice...and pretty."
"Taken." Was all he said andgulped downalargeportion of his hot drink. Sam was happy to see his brother was somewhat back to himself. His mind nagged to ask why he had problems with Smallville, but he decided to leave it alone. He pulled out his map of Smallville and started looking it over, trying to find the best route to the first place the invisible force has struck. It seemed to be moving around erratically through out the town, but stayed powerfully in one home in particular.
"I thought first we'd go to McMann's place. She's the first one to be attacked." Dean nodded his head.
"Lana," a femine voice shouted from the front door.Sam watched as Dean's face turned a very pale white. He worried for a moment that his brother was going to be sick. Dean's eye's seemed to be planted on the door. Sam turned around to see a short, blond, blue-eyed beauty walking from the door to the front counter; ahappy smile on her face.
"Do you know here?" Sam asked.
"Chloe." Was all he said before bolting for the door. Sam sat in complete confusion. He gathered up their things and walked out of the small shop to the car. Dean was sitting, slumped down low in the seat. Sam got into the car and started it up.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. Just...I don't want to talk about it. Can we go?" Dean said angrily.
"I guess we're going to the McMann's place." He pulled out and made his way down the path he mapped out for them.
The house was pretty small and old. Pale pink paint peeled from it's exterior. They made their way up to the door and knocked loudly. An older woman answered very soon after. "Yes?" She asked. Her grey hair, sat thinly atop her wrinkled, kind head.
"We're Sam and Dean, we're from the-" Sam started.
"We heard about the weird things happening around here. Heard you were the first victim to the most recent event," Dean interrupted.
"Oh, of course. Come in, I'll tell you all about it." She said, happily. Sam looked at his brother, slightly put off. Usually he was the one pushing to just tell the truth.She led them to a living room filled with old pictures and antique furniture. They sat down and waited for her to tell her story.
"It was a few weeks ago. I was hanging my laundry out to dry on the clothes line. I don't get many visitors, so I was surprised to hear loud footsteps on the back porch. I couldn't see anything through the sheets, heck I probably couldn't see if I tried with these old eyes." She laughed.The boys smiled.
"I called out, asking who was there, but I didn't get an answer. I heard whistling though. Some tune I've never heard before. Sounded more modern. The next thing I know, Im being wrapped in my own sheets and pushed down my hill."
Her eyes widened with disbelief, even though she was telling her own story. "I was lucky I stopped at the bottom the way I did. Had I not, I would have been crushed by the traffic. Happened during the only time of day that the big trucks go on by." The brothers nodded.
"It took me quite some time to get myself unwrapped from the sheets. When I told the Sheriff, she thought I did it myself, being so old I must not have been paying enough attention. Just slipped, got caught up and fell down the hill. But I tell you, Im not an incapable old senile bag. I was wrapped in that blanket and violently pushed down that hill."
"We believe you," Sam said.
"Thank you," she said, pleased.
"Thank you for your time Mrs. McMann. If we have any more questions we'll be sure to come by." She nodded. They stood up from the couch, shook her hand and made their way otuside. "I don't think she fell."
Dean nodded. "Whose next?"
"Well, I was thinking maybe we should go to the place that's had the most problems." Sam said.
Sam pulled out some papers he'd printed off. "The Sullivan's." Dean stopped in his tracks and Sam barely caught himself before smashing right into his brothers back. "What the hell?" Without answering Dead started walking again,but much more quickly.
"Whose had the most problems? Which Sullivan?" He asked when Sam arrived at the car.
The younger brother looked at him slightly confused. "How'd you know there was more than one? Do you know the Sullivan's?"
"Which one?" Dean asked, annoyed.
Sam shuffled his papers, "Uhhh...Chloe. She's nineteen, recently graduated, lives with her father. Says here her Mother-"
"Left her, a long time back."
"Yeah..." Sam said slowly. "Wait, is this the Chloe from the shop, the one you ran off from when you saw?" Dean glared at him so he quickly dropped the subject. He revved the engine and started towards the Sullivan house.
They didn't get out of the car right away. Dean seemed glue to the seat. "Eventually we're going to have to go in, or they might call the cops on us for trespassing."
Dead opened his door and walked over the dirt driveway and up the stairs to knock on the screen door. He stood anxiously, his hands fiddling nervously by his sides. The door opened and Chloe stood, gaping at him for amoment. She slowly pushed open the screen door, Dean and Sam stepped back. One tear slipped down her cheek. Sam stood more confused than he'd ever been. "Dean," she said in a voice much like a whisper. She stepped forward and Sam watched as his brother picked her up quickly and hugged her tightly.
"Am I missing something?" Sam asked.
Dead put her down in front of him and smiled. He moved a strand of her hair out of her eyes and put it behind her ear. "I've missed you," she said.
"I've missed you too," He said, his voice sounding gruff with emotion. "So much," Sam could barely hear him say the last two words.
"Hi, Im Sam. Dean's extremely confused brother." He held out his hand.
Chloe turned to him and laughed, she shook his hand. "I know," she said. "He's told me a lot about you." Sam was thrown off slighly. Part of him had always thought his brother didn't really like him. He thought Dean had always been angry with him for going to college instead of doing the family thing of fighting the supernatural, which he of course was now doing.
"Really? He hasn't told me anything about you." He hadn't meant for it to sound rudeand Dean glared at him.
"That's not unusual." Chloe said. "I assume you two are here because of the spirit lingering in Smallville."
Sam looked at her astonished. "You know about what we do?"
"She knows everything," Dean said. "Not just about us either. I mean everything. She loves the supernatural. She's going to be a famous journalist one day." He babbled.
"Well, thank you. It's nice to be praised once in awhile." She took Dean's hand and led him into the house. Sam followed in a half-daze. There was still a lot about his brother he didn't know.
When they entered the room, they were met with an interesting sight.
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