The Ever Popular Conclusion

"We have to go to Richie Bitch's house again?" Dean whined. "Sam I'm not his favorite person, you saw that earlier."

"What other choice do we have?" Sam said. "If we're careful he'll never see us." Dean scoffed.

"Yeah, he probably has mines in his back yard." He grumbled, folding his arms over his chest. Lois giggled.

"Dean, are you pouting?" She asked. Dean smirked.

"Maybe…" He said. She laughed again. "So how are we gonna pinpoint where Daddy-Dearest was?" He asked.

"My friend Chloe's in town. She came in last night from Metropolis and she's a lot better with a computer than your brother." Clark said. At that moment a red Volkswagen Bug pulled up in the driveway.

"Uh, Clark, has she been briefed on everything?" Sam asked. Clark nodded.

"Yeah," He said. "She knows." The door opened, a blonde head bobbing on the other side of it. The door closed and Chloe walked toward them, smiling at Clark. She looked at Dean with a mixed expression, curiosity and anger.

"Chloe," Clark said. "This is Sam and Dean." She smiled at Sam and shook his hand.

"Chloe Sullivan," She said. "Nice to meet you," She turned to Dean, her smile faltering for a moment. "Nice to meet you to Ja, Dean." She said. Dean smiled at her.

"Nice to meet you too Chloe." He said. She nodded curtly and turned back to Clark.

"Where can I set up Clark?" She asked. Clark turned and walked into the house. He gestured to the kitchen table. Chloe set her bag down and pulled out an orange laptop. Her hands moved swiftly over the equipment at lightning speed, and in less than thirty seconds it was fully booted up. Her fingers flew across the keys, her eyes darting back and forth over the screen.

"No one else would by any chance have another computer would they?" She asked hopefully. Sam pulled his laptop over from the other side of the table and turned it on. Chloe grinned at him. "You're a lifesaver. Multitasking is a lot better when you have more than one screen." Sam smiled back at her.

"Any time." He said. Chloe blushed and turned back to the screen.

"I just might have to take you up on that sometime." Dean giggled. Lois put her hand on her hip. Clark's face clearly read, "why me?"

"Alright," Chloe said. "If I look up the records of who was working when for Luthorcorp at the mansion on that day, I should be able to find out where he was. Or is, or, whatever." Her fingers were still zooming away and a few seconds later she smiled and pushed her screen toward the rest of them.

"Thomas Brooks was working on the south side of the mansion while it was under construction. And that was where he was last seen."

"Did a meteor hit anywhere near there?" Clark asked. She nodded.

"Yeah, about a hundred yards away from the work site," She looked around at them. "Wait, you think the ghosts, I can't believe I said that, are meteor infected?"

"We're pretty sure." Dean said. Lois looked at her watch and gasped.

"Crap! I was supposed to be at work ten minutes ago!" She grabbed her keys off the table and took off for the door. "Bye Dean! By Chlo!" She hollered back.

"Bye Lois." Clark grumbled. Chloe chuckled.

"Can you see if there were any meteors around the field next to Route 8?" Sam asked, staring at the screen over her shoulder. She blushed again and sent her fingers to work.

"Um…" She said. "Bingo, Heather Brooks was said to have been headed east when she disappeared on the road." She said. Sam smiled at her.

"You're the lifesaver Chloe." He said.

"So, Dean," Chloe said. "Have you seen Lana lately?" Dean sighed.

"Okay, I deserved that. But…Look I was trying to protect Lana and Clark both, that's why I acted the way I did." He said. Chloe's brows furrowed.

"Clark, is he full of it?"

"No." Clark said.

"I beg to differ." Sam muttered. Dean glared at him.

"Well, if Clark believes you I guess I do," She said. "Although I have to wonder, did you seriously get in a fight in the three days you've been here?"

"You didn't tell her?" Dean said to Clark.

"I didn't think it would come up." He said.

"Yeah, my face is covered in bruises and you didn't think it would come up. With Miss Reporter here? I don't think so."

"Aw, you remembered." Chloe said, batting her eyelashes mockingly. Dean scowled at her.

"Back on topic," Sam said firmly. "We need to look around at Lex's first."

"Why don't we look for Heather's first?" Dean suggested. "I mean, who's in a real rush to see our Shiny Topped Asshole?"

"Dean, you aren't scared to go after Lex are you?" Sam asked. Dean crossed his arms.

"You ever say somethin' like that again and I'll kill you Sammy," He growled. "No, I'm not scared of It, I just don't wanna be the Hoffa of hunters okay?"

"We'll be more careful this time," Clark assured. "And no matter what happens, no one's staying behind so the other two can get away alright?"

"Yes Mom." Dean mocked.

"Can we just go please?" Sam said. Dean and Clark headed for the door, still bickering back and forth. Sam followed with a sigh.

"Bye Sam," Chloe said. Sam turned and smiled at her. She slid a piece of paper across the table. "Just in case I'm not here when you get back." She winked. Sam took the paper, blushing and continued to follow Dean and Clark out the door.

"Bye Chloe." He looked down at the E-mail address in his hand and smiled again.

"A watch? You seriously think we can get rid of this ghost through a watch?" Clark asked, incredulous.

"Hey, we got rid of a ghost by smashing a mirror," Dean defended. "Considering that a watch is pretty solid."

"So a teddy bear, and a watch are going to be enough to summon this ghost?" Clark asked.

"Should be," Sam said. "If all Heather wants is her family then yeah, this should work."

"Why would she be killing people? Wasn't she, ya know, a good person when she was alive?"

"She's mad," Dean said. "She can't find her daughter or her husband and she wants them back. I mean, seventeen years of built up anger, you'd start taking it out on civilians too."

Clark shook his head.

"I still don't like the idea." He said.

"And that's what makes you a better person than me." Dean said with a smirk. Clark rolled his eyes. Dean pulled the Impala over to the side of the road, next to the field from which the crime scene tape had been removed.

Three doors opened and closed with squeaks from the hinges. Sam popped the trunk and grabbed the lighter fluid, salt and matches.

"Ready for the fun part Clark?" Dean asked.

"I guess. I still don't get the salt thing." He said. Dean sighed.


They walked into the field, looking around for any indication of a ghost. They saw nothing. Dean held out the teddy bear.

"Heather!" He bellowed. "I found your daughter! Come on out and see." Still nothing.

"Maybe we should-" Clark began.

"No," Sam interrupted. "Look." She was about a hundred yards away, fire in her eyes, a snarl on her face.

"You hurt my baby!" She shrieked. Dean shook his head.

"No, Heather I found her!" He defended. He set the bear down on the ground and backed up. Sam put the watch next to it. Heather blinked in and out and disappeared entirely.

"Well that was a waste of time." Clark said.

"Wait for it." Sam said.

She was in front of them now, seething.

"You hurt her didn't you?!" She screamed. Dean shook his head.

"No, Heather we brought her here. To see you, okay?" Sam said gently.


"Heather turn around!" Dean bellowed. She turned. Lizzie was standing behind her, smiling at her mother.

"Mommy!" She squealed happily. Heather smiled.

"Lizzie, come here baby." She said warmly. All the hate vanished from her face. Lizzie ran into her mother's arms, hugging her tightly. She pulled away from her a moment later, still smiling.

"Mommy, I found Daddy too!" She turned and pointed. Heather stood and ran toward her husband, who was smiling. He hugged her, then lifted his daughter in the other arm.

"I found you," Heather said, tears on her face. "I finally found you." Sam poured the lighter fluid and the salt on the bear and watch, which were next to a tarnished wedding ring. He lit the match and dropped it. They disappeared without a fuss.

"Well, that's done." Dean said.

"Seems pretty simple." Clark said.

"Hah," Dean said. "I wish. This one was easy. You never know about the next one."

"Then I guess I'll leave the ghost hunting to you two." He said.

"Damn straight you will," Dean said. "Last thing we need is to have to come back here and save your ass from a werewolf or something."

"Hey, this is Smallville." He said with a shrug. Dean laughed.

"Trust me dude, I know."

Lex Luthor sat in his office, fuming. Winchester was near his house again and he had slipped right through his fingers. If he ever got a hold of him again he'd make sure he'd not be able to walk away from him alive. He should have killed the nobody when he first set eyes on him, he knew that now. But was it such a bad thing that revenge was sweeter when you tasted it longer?

"Well son," Lionel said, chuckling. "It seems you can't even keep an idiot in your custody for more than twenty four hours."

"I thought you'd be interested in the information all the same." Lex said through gritted teeth.

"Oh don't get me wrong, Lex, I was very intrigued when I found out 'Jason' had decided to come back. But I was disappointed when I learned you let him get away."

"You honestly think I just let him waltz out of here?" Lex bellowed. "I don't really know what happened. One second there was a security breach, the next I'm picking myself off the ground and he's gone."

"Too bad," Lionel said. "I would have like to talk to him."

"Why? So you can do the same thing I was?"

"No, I want to know how he survived that cliff to be perfectly honest." He walked over to Lex's desk, looking amused. He picked up the book lying there and gave Lex an inquisitive look.

"I thought your days of investigating Countess Thoreau were over son." He said.

"I heard from an informant that Winchester was here. It was bait. I knew if he got into my house he'd pick it up."

"Clever," Lionel said, setting the book down. "But apparently not clever enough," He walked toward the door. "Next time you have a mess Lex, make sure you clean it up, hm?" And he left Lex feeling angrier than when he arrived. He made a promise then and there. If he ever saw Dean Winchester again, he would kill him. Slowly.

Dean kissed Lois once again.

"Sorry about the short notice leave." He said. She shrugged.

"Hey, neither one of us is real good with long term relationships, remember?" She grinned. Dean kissed her again. "I am gonna miss that though." She said. Dean shrugged.

"Hey, not everyone in the world can be as good of a kisser as me." He said. She giggled.

"Now you have an excellent point there." She said. He pressed his lips to hers…again.

"Dean!" Sam yelled. "Can we go now?" Dean held up a finger.

"You better get out of here." Lois said. Dean smirked at her.

"Yeah, I guess I should."

"You best pay a visit if you ever come back." She said firmly.

"Are you kidding?" Dean said. "You'd be my first stop." She smiled.


"I'm comin', I'm comin'!" He looked down at her. "'Bye Lois."

"I had a blast," She said. "'Bye Dean."

He kissed her one last time and walked over to his Impala, where Sam was talking to Chloe, ignoring the other people around them.

"Thanks for lettin' us stay here." He said.

"No problem." Jonathon said.

"You boys are welcome any time." She said. Dean grinned.

"Hey, if you're cookin' I'm in," He said. She laughed. "C'mon Sam." He said. Sam nodded and turned back to Chloe.

"Dean," Clark said. "I'm glad I actually got to know, uh, the real you." Dean nodded.

"Yeah, me too. If not you probably would have killed me." He said. Clark chuckled.

"Hey, just do me a favor." He said.


"Promise me you won't ever come back to Smallville." He said. Dean grasped his hand.




--Terribly sorry but, that's all she wrote. I want to thank each and every person who decided to give this story a glance. I want to give extra thanks to those who gave feedback. It really does help. So, already got another one lined up : ) "Sam Winchester and the Seven Dean's" Get it? : ) So, God bless all of you and it's been a hell of a time!! Bye-bye.--