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[skylarmoon71]

Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 1

Smallville was supposed to be a temporary gig.

There was word about some weird occurrences, so Sam and Dean were quick to forge some documents and drop you off at the school. When it was discovered that the most recent attack was a boy who’d been affected by the meteor rocks, well it started to make a little sense. Especially when you realized he’d gained some aquatic powers and was now drowning his bullies. You thought it was a lot easier to take him down. Fortunately you weren’t the only one.

One Clark Kent had run to the rescue. 

After you’d seen him get thrown into the air with a wave the size of a small planet, well you thought you were done for. But like magic he appeared back at your side and blasted the expanse of water with what appeared to be heat vision. The entire mini tsunami had evaporated and your attacker John Felleck slipped out in a sizzling mess.

Reporting to the sheriff came next.

There were a lot of unanswered questions.

Like how was Clark able to do that and where the hell were your brothers!!

“Sorry kid, we got distracted. We were chasing the meteor rock lead. Turns out a lot of other crazy stuff has been happening around this place.”

Dean was grinning like an idiot as the cops pulled away with John. Sam was standing at the side and Clark seemed quite awkward and unnerved.

Now that it was just the four of you, there were a lot of questions.

“I guess it all turned out okay then.” Clark gave an awkward laugh and you just squinted.

“Are we really going to pretend that didn’t happen?”

He scratched his head and both of your brothers were waiting for an explanation.

“So…what’s with the lumberjack?” Sam asks.

Clark realized at that point that he couldn’t just brush it all off. So you all gathered in the rented house, as he explained everything.

Every single crazy detail.

“An alien!”

You were intrigued, surprised, a bit in disbelief.

Clark nodded.

“The rocks are from my planet. It’s how they got their powers.”

Your brain seemed to be downloading all the information. Sam smiled when he saw that look in your eye.

“You’re doing it again.” He commented. You just blushed, turning your head and Dean laughed.

“Since it all worked out, I think you better stick around for a while. Sammy and I are heading back to the bunker. There haven't been any world ending events, so we can all use the break.”

“Okay.”

Your immediate agreement made them raise a brow.

“Really, you’re not going to put up a fight?”

“Are you kidding me, do you know how much research I can cover here. He just told us aliens exist. I’m heading to the library to track everything.”

“Of course you are.” Dean mumbled as he stood. He gave you a pat on the shoulder.

“If you find anything crazy make sure to call us.”

“Yep, if I stumble on anything I’ll call Cas, or Gabriel.”

They both groaned at the mention of the archangel.

“Hey, just because you both don’t like him doesn’t mean I shouldn’t.”

“He turned Sammy into a car!!”

Dean had obviously still been holding a grudge. Sam rose with Dean, sending you a smile.

“Be careful.”

“You know I will.”

Dean’s eyes shifted in Clark’s direction.

“Look out for my sister, otherwise..”

Dean made a beheading gesture and you shoved him. He just shrugged.

“What, I was just kidding. Maybe.”

Rolling your eyes, you bid them goodbye.

The entire week had been quite hectic, but you knew you had your work cut out for you. When Dean’s car pulled out of the driveway, Clark walked a bit cautiously to your side. He kept looking at you, like he had something to say. Finally you turned to him.

“What’s wrong?”

He seemed a bit hesitant to speak, but he finally worked up the nerve.

“No one knows, aside from my parents. I..”

He couldn’t finish the statement and you just nodded.

“I get it, it’s a secret. No one is going to hear from me. Promise.” You made a crossing sign and for the first time since the discovery, he actually smiled.

“Thanks.”

You grin.

“Sure, no problem. So uh, you think you can super speed me to the library, I wanna get a head start on my reading.”

This time he actually started laughing and you couldn’t help but do the same. 

[haileygarciasunshine]

Reunion

Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader

Word Count: 1,683

Warning: Swearing, Making out

Summary: When Tom falls ill, his estranged son comes back into the reader's life bringing more than she bargained for.

Wattpad

Buy me a coffee

Leaning against your shut apartment door, you closed your eyes letting out a deep breath. It had been a long day at the diner, with many rude customers. Tossing your bag onto the floor, you made your way to the couch, laying across it. Pulling your phone out, you began looking through your notifications. There was a voicemail from Tom Curry.

As you listened to it, you picked up your purse before you made your way back out of your apartment. Starting your beat up pickup truck, you began driving to Tom’s house. It was 11:30pm. Tom was friends with your parents when they were still alive, which resulted in you and Arthur becoming best friends. He had been acting strange as of late, but you knew not to pressure him knowing he would tell you in his own time. 

The message that Tom had left you, made your heart beat more rapid. You spent most of the drive worrying about what could be wrong. When Arthur's mother died, it took a huge toll on him and his father. Your relationship was simply platonic, although many people thought you were together due to your closeness.

Flinging open the car door, you had barely put it in park before you jumped out of the truck.

“Tom?” You called frantically. “Tom?”

Your frantic feelings coming through when you knocked on the door. It was rapid and firm. 

“Tom!” You called again. “It’s Y/N! Open up!”

Still no answer. Fear began coursing through your veins. Letting out a sigh, you kicked the door open, debris flying. 

“Tom?” You called cautiously entering his house. An odd feeling overwhelming you.

Slowing entering the house further, you glanced around the house. Stepping through the threshold for the kitchen you saw him lying on the floor motionless.

“Tom!” You shrieked, quickly kneeling beside him. Pulling out your phone you were about to call 911, before you remembered it would be at least ten minutes before they got to you. Grabbing one of his arms you hoisted him up, getting him into the truck. Exceeding the normal speed limit, it was a few minutes before you arrived at the hospital. Hosting him up again, you trudged through the emergency room. 

“Someone please help!” You called. 

A group of nurses quickly surrounding you, taking Tom and placing him on a hospital bed.

Watching them take Tom into a room, you quickly made your way back to your truck parking it somewhere safe. Making your way back towards the ER, you pulled your phone out calling Arthur. 

It was only a matter of minutes before Arthur, Clark and Bruce, showed up at the ER.

“How’s he doing?” Arthur questioned handing you a cup of coffee.

Taking a sip of the coffee, you shrugged. “I don’t know. They haven’t come out with any updates yet.”

Glancing at the clock it read 1:30am.

“It only takes your father getting hurt for you to come by and see him.” You spat raising an eyebrow. 

“Y/N…”

Huffing you shook your head. “Save it. I’m not the one that you need to explain that to.”

Frowning he glanced at his shoes. “I...I…”

“I don’t care about your excuses, Arthur.” You snapped glaring at him. “Tom deserved better.” 

“He had you.” He reasoned. “You were there to take care of him.”

“That’s your justification for running away and leaving him?” Your voice filled with anger. Challenging him, you took steps forward stopping until you were mere inches apart. “What a pathetic excuse you have, Arthur.” 

A firm hand grabbed your elbow, pulling you away from Arthur. “Simmer down here children.” A deep voice sounded.

“Don’t touch me.” You spat, heat coursing through your veins, rising in your cheeks. Your heart beating rapidly. The lights around the waiting room, bursting causing small embers to fall as the burst. The electric lines outdoors near the room doing the same.

Grounding yourself, your chest began rising and falling at a rapid pace. Glancing at the men before you, they were staring at you with widened eyes. Grabbing your purse, you swiftly making your way down the hall. As you made your way through the halls, it dawned on you that you were still in your waitress uniform.

“Y/N!” Arthur called behind you. 

Shaking your head, you didn’t care to stop. 

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A few months had gone by since you had last seen Arthur. It killed you everyday since then that you weren’t able to reconnect with your best friend, seeing as how close you were to rekindling the relationship. It had almost been like old times, him bringing you coffee, being your rock during a drastic time.

It was one of your rare days off, you were cleaning around your apartment. A firm knock echoed through your apartment, causing fear to wash over you. You weren’t expecting anyone to come over. 

Opening the door, you were face to face with one of the men from the night at the ER. 

“Y/N?” His deep voice questioned. “I’m a friend of Arthur’s. My name’s Bruce.” 

Allowing him in, you began brewing coffee for the both of you.

“What can I help you with Bruce?” You asked, leaning against the counter not meeting his gaze. 

“It’s about Arthur.” He began hope filling his voice.

Letting out a huff you shook your head. “I don’t know what you think I can help with.” You stated crossing your arms, sending a glare towards the man. “I’m not his keeper. Nor am I his friend.”

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After, Bruce left you with some food for thought, you began chewing on it. Arthur was one of your best friends, could you really just walk away from him? 

Bruce had offered you a spot in the Justice League seeing what you had done in the ER waiting room. Graciously you declined, not wanting to be involved with things you couldn’t handle.

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The news of Tom’s death was felt around the world. Holding a wake for him, you were filled with an anxious feeling. Anxiously waiting to see if Arthur came or not. Hours began to pass, as your hope began to felter. Letting out a sigh, everyone had come and gone leaving you with the duty of cleaning up the space and the trash.

“Am I too late?” Arthur’s voice rang through the hall. 

Tears began pooling in your eyes as relief washed over you. Turning around, you were surprised to see everyone in the Justice League standing beside him. 

“No.” You muttered, swiftly walking towards him. “Never too late.” You threw your arms around him, pulling him as close as possible towards you. The warmth of his hug, comforted you. 

“I’m sorry.” He muttered into your shoulder. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you both needed me. I’m sorry-”

Pulling away from him, you rested your hands on his biceps. “None of that.” You spoke in a firm tone. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters.” You smiled, gazing at each other.

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Arthur introduced you to the rest of the team. They were very understanding and welcoming towards you. 

“Let’s go to the bar.” Arthur spoke. 

Frowning, your gaze fell to the floor. “I...I don’t know.”

“I’m not taking no for an answer Y/N. Come on.”

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The night coming to a close, you were a little more tispy than you were used to. Clark had insisted he escort you home.

“Why’d you walk me home, Clark?” You asked curtly.

“I..I don’t know.” He frowned slightly, not expecting your question.

You hummed in response. “You’ve never talked to me yet somehow you are always around me.” Raising an eyebrow at him, you turned toward him slightly.

Letting up on him, the rest of the walk was in an awkward silence. 

Arriving at your building, you were facing each other. Rocking back and forth slightly, you gazed at the ground in front of you. 

“Do you want to come up?” 

“If you’re okay with that.” 

Giggling slightly, you nodded leading him upstairs. 

Changing into something more comfortable, you gazed at Clark in the middle of your living room still in a tux. Since meeting, you both had been prancing around your feelings between you for quite some-time. You failed to realize you were leaning against your doorframe, gawking at Clark.

“Like what you see?” He smirked, questioning in a teasing tone. 

You hummed in response, biting your bottom lip. Clark was in front of you in a split second. One of his hands resting comfortably on your hip while the other brought his thumb up to your lip, pulling it from your teeth. Gazing into your eyes, he slowly leaned forward nuzzling his nose against yours. His soft lips touching yours in hesitation. Bringing your hands up to his hair, they locked themselves behind his head holding him to you. His tongue darted out tracing the crevices of your lip before you allowed him into your mouth. Both of your tongues prodding and licking against each other. Taking in a sharp breath, he began leading you to your bed. Your knees hitting the edge of the bed before you pulled Clark onto your bed with you. Making himself comfortable above you. His soft lips trailing along the column of your throat earning a gasp from you when he began sucking and biting in his wake. 

“Guys!” Victor boomed walking into your apartment. 

“We know you’re here!” Barry spoke. 

“Figured we could do some team building!” Arthur added.

Letting out a sigh, Clark placed a chaste kiss to your lips before standing up, pulling you with him.

Stepping into the living room, the three men dropped their gazes to you.

“We weren’t interrupting something were we?” Arthur spoke in a gruff voice. 

Clearing your throat, you spoke. “No, not at all.” You shook your head.

“Umm.” Barry started. “Are you sure? Cause Clark has some lipstick on his face and collar-”

Victor elbowed him roughly, causing him to cough.

“What’re you guys doing here?” You asked, swiftly changing the subject. 

“Movie Night!” The three of them replied in unison.

[spin-garden]

I'll be waiting

Domino Effect

Pairing: Clark Kent x reader

Warnings: Language

Summary: Working with Clark has always been easy. That is until Lois breaks up with him. Now he’s been grumpy and taking most of his frustration out on you.

It was nerve-racking to be around Clark. He went from being the sweetest guy in the office to the grumpiest. It made you wonder if he had any other previous relationships and if they were as serious as Lois and him.

Continuar lendo

[skylarmoon71]

Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 21

Living a normal life outside of being a hunter is still a bit hard to grasp.

Luckily Mr. Kent had put in a good word for you, so you’d snag a job at a nearby hardware store and you were doing part time at another diner close by. Dean insisted that if you were in need of cash he could spot you some, but honestly, you wanted to do it on your own. 

When you were hunting by yourself, running from your brothers, it didn't feel like anything had changed. That lifestyle was painful, especially on your own. But now you have a little more stability, you’d like to maintain it.

You’ve managed to find a reasonably priced apartment that was actually pretty decent. You’re new found independence feels liberating. Maybe it’s the fact that for once you’re trying to build a home. Something you hadn’t had in years.

As hard as those days were, there were still some more tender memories. 

Like when Dean taught you how to drive, or when Sam would arm wrestle with you. 

Having your first beer, celebrating your first fourth of July. Dean had to be the father at times, and you knew it was difficult, especially since he was still a kid himself. He was stubborn, so were you. Maybe that’s why you’d butt heads so often.                     

But you know that regardless, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Smiling to yourself, you drop your bag, pulling out your phone. Typing quickly, you grin. The message is sent and you wait patiently for a reply. 

The flapping of wings is the next thing you hear and you jolt. 

Dean, Sam, Jack and Castiel are standing in front of you. Dean is holding a six pack of beer and what looks like a banner from his favorite football team. 

“Let’s start decorating!” 

You can’t help but laugh. 

“I texted you like a minute ago, how did you get that so fast?” 

“He’s been keeping it in the living room in hopes that you would call. He started hollering like it was a drill the second he got the text.” Sam informs. 

“Shut up Sammy!” 

Castiel looks as confused as always. 

“I don’t understand the need to place items around a living space.” 

“I think it’s awesome. What should we do first?” Jack asks, practically bouncing on his heels with that smile on his face. You expect nothing less. All you can do is appreciate all of it. 

“I’ve got a bunch of stuff in my room, come on Jack.” 

He follows happily, and Dean is already discussing where the banner should go. As you walk into your room, you head for the closet. You’ve been gathering items to make it more homey. Lana was gracious to give you some items she had at the Talon that were no longer being used. Mrs. Kent had even tossed in some extra things she had at her house. 

You direct Jack to grab a box, and you pull one that is tucked to the back. You’re looking for a particular medal that you’d gotten from one of the first schools that you had attended when you were younger. It was a cherished memory. 

Opening the box, you begin to shuffle through. It’s a few random things you didn’t even realize you still had. You’re positive you put it in there. 

Rummaging through, your eyes cast on the old cellphone at the bottom and you pause. Jack tilts his head at your distant expression. 

“What’s that?” 

His question brings you back, and you just offer a smile, shaking your head as you slide it into your pocket. 

“It’s just an old phone. Let’s check over here.”

You close the box, sliding it to the back as you continue your search. 

You go about the day as usual.

The minute you step back into the living room, Sam and Dean are wrestling for the remote. Castiel is holding the banner, unsure of where it needs to go. 

Both brothers roll off the couch with a thud, and you’re in stitches. Jack places his box down, laughing along with you. 

It’s nice, having them all in one place. 

Decorating might take a while. 

~

“Boo, your team sucks!!” Dean shouts across the room. 

Sam just waves his hand, and Dean grins, getting comfortable as he reaches for another beer. 

Now that you’re both seated at the dining table, Dean pops the cap of his beer. Sam is on the couch with Castiel and Jack trying to explain the game of football that’s currently playing on the television. 

The ease of it all is more than you could have hoped for. The last thing you ever expected was to have a family again. At least a partially functional one. It’s been a while since you’ve all been in a space like this without some kind of crazy world altering event. The atmosphere is nice, and as you glance at Dean who’s smiling at his friends and family in the background, you swallow, fidgeting with your hands. 

“I never apologized.” 

Dean turns to you, curious.

“For leaving. I knew how hard it was when Sam left. I saw how much it hurt. Not just you, but dad. Then I did the same thing.” 

You reach into your pocket, pulling out the phone. The moment he sees, he must realize. You lower your head, because you know he remembers all the messages and calls he sent when you just disappeared. 

“(Y/N), pick up the phone. Are you okay?” 

“(Y/N), I’m serious, damn it! Answer your phone!

“Listen, you sure as hell better be dead, otherwise I'm gonna kill you myself!!” 

“Please, please just give me a sign that you’re alive. Please (Y/N).” 

He lowers his beer, and you can see the slight look of pain. There has been so much uncertainty in your life. So many things that you couldn’t control, that you wanted to run from. As bad as things were, there was one constant in your life, and it was that Dean would always be in your corner. 

“I’m sorry Dean. For everything.” 

You can’t truly look at him, you can’t hope to gauge what kind of expression he’s wearing. With a laugh, you just shake your head. 

“I forgot, you hate chick flick moments.” 

You stand, sliding your chair in and Dean does the same. You think he’s about to follow you over to join the boys, but he steps forward and pulls you right into his chest. Your hands are lifted a bit awkwardly from the sudden hug, and Sam looks over, smiling. 

“I love you (Y/N). Don’t you ever forget that.” 

Your eyes well up, and you reach over, hugging him back happily. 

“I love you too Dean, so much.” 

Your words are a bit muffled against his clothing, but you know he hears. He runs a hand down behind your head comfortingly. 

“Hey!! You guys threw a party and didn’t invite me!!” 

The familiar call of Gabriel breaks your focus and you pull away, wiping your eyes. 

“I told Dean to text you, I thought you were just busy.” 

Dean just looks off to the side. 

“Wow, that’s low.” Gabriel comments. 

It’s obvious Dean had in fact not texted him. 

“Don't think I forgot that nutcracker situation!! I could have lost my jewels!!” Dean complains. 

“At least you didn’t actually get hit.” Sam grimaces. 

“I think I was doing the world a favor. Not sure the world needs more moose.” 

Sam glares and pretty soon your calm evening has turned into a mini brawl. You’re laughing when Sam begins chasing Gabriel. 

“My angel blade is in my jacket pocket!!” Dean calls. 

Yes, you certainly love this family.

[skylarmoon71]

Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU): Christmas Special - Extra

Of course it was decided that Christmas would be celebrated at the bunker. 

The guests, well, the usual.

“Dean stop chugging the egg nog, we haven't even started the party yet!!”

Your yell made him carefully place the jug down with a grumble. Sam walks in holding a dish of lasagna to place on the dining table along with the rest of the food. It feels nice to finally have a place to celebrate it.

Clark has been in the kitchen with Sam, making sure nothing burns. Gabriel and Castiel are doing decorations. Jack is placing the gifts on the far end of the table and you’re trying to keep Dean far enough away from the alcohol until the part truly begins. There’s soft melodies playing in the background, and when you hear the song switch, Dean audibly groans as everyone begins to join in the main area. You run for the remote, raising the volume, and once the intro starts, they pile around as you start singing, much to Dean’s dismay.

I don't want a lot for Christmas,

There is just one thing I need.

I don't care about the presents

underneath the Christmas tree.

I just want you for my own,

more than you will ever know.

Make my wish come true!

All I want for Christmas is you.

Yeah!

Jack is bobbing his head to the song, Clark is smiling and you skate over to Dean, taking his hand as you begin dancing. His stumbled steps make everyone crack up, and you give him a little spin before you dash off so he can’t take his revenge.

You keep the remote in your grasp so he hears the entire song that you belt around the bunker as he chases you to get you to stop. Once it’s finally over, you toss him the remote with a giggle.

Now that most of the food is out, you know all Dean wants to do is eat.

“Where’s the pie!!”

“Sheesh, calm down, we would never forget the pie.” You explain.

There’s one dish that’s covered, and when you move to the table and remove the checkered cloth, his mouth practically waters.

“Oh, baby..”

He’s at your side in seconds, a fork in hand.

“Your obsession with pie is alarming.” You comment.

“You have your guilty pleasure, I have mine. Let’s eat!!”

There’s no more discussion. You all join at the table, taking a seat. The spread is great. You have corn, biscuits, turkey, ham, lasagna, and of course, pie. This is the first time you’re all celebrating like this, so the menu was just a smash of everyone’s desired dishes. It’s not as extravagant as some family gatherings, but for you, it’s more than enough. Everyone is smiling, or eating, or both, sharing a meal.

You have to admit you ever could have imagined you could be this happy. It feels unreal. When you feel a hand close over your own, you smile over at Clark. You’re happy that Clark’s family was able to spend their Christmas with Mrs. Kent’s side of the family. They were more than ecstatic to let him stay and you were grateful.

The day proceeds with lots of food and fun.

At some point a few of you are playing pin the tail on the donkey.

Dean is an instigator because he keeps yelling out instructions. You’d headed into the kitchen with Castiel and Gabriel to get some drinks. As your walking out Dean turns, pointing at the door frame.

“Ah! It’s tradition, stop right there!”

You all pause in place, confused. Gabriel looks up, then back down, sending a grin to Castiel. For a moment the poor angel looks lost, but then something registers in his eyes. You mean to question it, but both men lean in, pressing a kiss to either side of your cheek. You blush, because you've indeed stepped under the mistletoe.

“H-Hey!! No kissing my girlfriend!!” Clark protests.

They step away, and Gabriel is laughing as Clark walks over with a pout. Castiel just awkwardly shuffles away.

“Is that not the tradition?” Castiel asks in a whisper when he makes it to Dean’s side. Dean merely shakes his head with a laugh. Obviously Gabriel had intentionally placed mistletoe on any surface he could find.

Clark is now standing at your side. You smile, because his little jealous face is kind of cute. You intend to tease him, but he cups your cheeks, leaning in and planting a passionate kiss on your lips. You’re a bit stunned and Gabriel whistles.

Dean groans in disgust.

“Come on, no one wants to see that. Break it up!”

Clark pulls away after a few very heated seconds, and you’re just gaping. He looks satisfied.

“No one should be stealing kisses from you but me, okay.”

Y-Yes sir.”

Clark smiles, taking your hand as you follow behind in a daze.

The festivities continue, and as the day winds down, you find yourself in your room with Clark. You’re a bit tapped out, and Dean has no doubt had a good share of eggnog. Once you spot the gifts on the bed, you giggle.

“We were supposed to take these out to the table.”

In your haste you’d forgotten to put them where it was visibly for Jack. Unlike Dean, he actually respects your privacy and wouldn’t come barging in.

Since you’re both already here, you don’t see the harm in being a little naughty.

“I guess this is a sign that we should open our presents now.”

Clark smiles in agreement as you sit at the edge of the bed. The second you pick up the square box, you can see the way he’s eagerly waiting.

You laugh, ripping the paper off as you pull apart the wrappings. Once you get through the first layer, you see the white box. Lifting the top, your eyes move to the book in front of you, eyes practically gleaming.

“No way…”

Clark seemed really proud of himself and you had to agree it was incredible. The book in front of you was pretty rare. Only 750 copies of the first edition were ever released.

“Albert Einstein’s Philosopher-Scientist! How the heck did you get your hands on this?!”

“Lex invited me to one of his fundraisers and they were auctioning it off. Apparently it was one of the least desired items at the event. Lex started the bid at twenty-five dollars and I got it for a hundred. It seemed like something you would love. Do you like it?”

“Like it!! I love it!! I COULD MARRY YOU RIGHT NOW!!”

You lean over, tackling him into a hug and Clark laughs, careful to lift the book with one hand so you don’t crush it. You’re peppering his face with kisses which he accepts happily.

After he’s able to get you away long enough to sit upright again, he reaches for the present that you had bought. It’s a square box as well, a bit bigger.

“I hope you didn’t sneak a peek.”

You lecture after you've packaged your gift.

Clark shakes his head .

“I didn’t I promise.”

You hum happily, crossing your legs, and Clark begins slowly peeling off the gift paper. He does it so carefully and you just roll your eyes playfully. Once the paper is fully removed, he pulls the ribbon that’s wrapped across it loose, slowly lifting the lid when the thin piece of cloth falls at the side. Parting the gift paper, he reaches inside, expecting a scarf, or maybe a few ties, but what he gets is something else.

The thin fabric is lifted and his eyes widen at the red and blue plaid lingerie. It’s a two piece, and it seems he’s picked up the top part. He looks back at you swallowing.

“I…are you..we..”

He can’t form words and you blush, smiling at him.

“I figured we could both benefit from this gift back at my place.”

His cheeks are slightly red, but you can see the eagerness in his eyes.

Turns out he was right, you were the first to break. You jump right into his lap and he just gazes at you. Your expression softens as you place a peck on his lips, pulling back to admire him.

“Merry Christmas Clark.”

He gulps in anticipation.

“Merry Christmas..”

He whispers back.

Looks like your evening was about to be booked.

~

“Where did (Y/N) go, I thought we were gonna open presents?”

Dean whined.

“Like you haven’t already peeked at them.” Sam counters.

Jack walks into the room with a note in his hand.

“(Y/N) asked me to give you this.”

Jack is smiling as he hands over the note to Castiel who takes it gratefully. They all gather around as he reads it.

Left to open a special present.

-(Y/N).

Castiel squints, trying to make sense of the statement and Dean frowns.

“I’m grabbing my gun.”

“Dean!!”

Sam’s yell was heard down the corridor as Sam chased after him to discourage the rampage he was about to go on.

“Merry Christmas.”

Gabriel spoke, placing his arm on the shoulder of his very lost brother.

Jack is still beaming.

A Merry Christmas indeed. 

[skylarmoon71]

Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 19

A regular afternoon at your house just doing homework feels mundane and you’re more than appreciative.

Given how the last few weeks have been, you need the normal. Almost crave it. Clark is sitting next to you with his eyes in his book. You’re both on the couch and you take the chance to admire him.

Since the beginning he’s been a bit stuck to your side.

At the start the reason was obvious.

You knew his secret.

You understood there was a comfort that came with the knowledge. After all, you were the same. He knew about your after school activities and he hadn’t run in the opposite direction. After that it just felt natural to see him. Now you’re dating and it still feels a bit unbelievable. Love wasn’t how you thought your journey would end up, especially how out of reach it always felt.

Now you have it, and all you want to do is hold on. Your gaze moves back to your book with a little smile. You try to get back to your work, that’s until you hear the soft melody coming from Clark’s direction. He places his phone down and you raise a brow. He stands and when he walks over to you, holding out a hand, you blush.

“We never got to enjoy that dance. I was hoping this time we could have a real one.”

You’re internally gushing, because if he keeps acting like a prince you might just melt. With a shy smile, you slide your books at the side of you, taking his hand as you stand. He gives you a gentle tug and your chest bumps into his softly. He grins at the color that flames against your cheek as he slides a hand around your waist as he begins to move to the beat of the song.

Tonight, I wanna hold you close

I don't wanna let you go

Loving you is all I know, yeah

He sways gently, guiding you across the floor.

Mm, girl

Look into my eyes and tell me why

You got me tantalized

Yeah, you got me feeling so alive

Ain't no surprises

You’re very aware of how delicately suggestive the song is. This time he seems to smirk and you hide your face into his chest. Clark laughs.

“I picked the right song?”

You nod, still very much tucked into his chest.

On our way, on our way, we don't waste time

Grab my hands, lay 'em down on your waistline

Then we get low

If you let me take you for a ride

You'll memorize it

He pulls back, giving you a little spin and you can’t help but giggle as he pulls you back in.

“I didn’t realize you had so much skill Clark.”

“One of my few talents.” He boasts playfully.

You’re glad that he’d suggested this, because it feels like exactly what you needed. You’re enjoying his company, and the perfect selection of the tune. With a hand on your waist and the other holding your palm, you gaze back at him.

Put your hands all on my body

Once we start it, we can't stop it

Put your hands all on my body

'Cause I don't wanna dance, I don't wanna dance

Put your hands all on my body

Once we start it we can't stop it

Put your hands all on my body

'Cause I don't wanna dance, I don't wanna dance (don't wanna dance)

Those particular lyrics seem to get to you and you find yourself licking your lips. Clark quickly spots the action, his throat bobbing as he looks back at you. With one step, you both lean in. His lips meet yours with a tenderness that reminds you exactly what love is.

That safe feeling, not just physically, but emotionally. In the time that you’ve both known each, you’ve both learned to lean on each other. Your different circumstances but somewhat similar experiences provided a friendship that has blossomed into something so pure, so right. Your hand grips into his blue jacket and he pulls you in, your legs slightly hovering off the ground.

The kisses have morphed from tamed to something completely different. His hands move to your thighs and you jump as he balances your weight. Your fingers run into his dark locks and he lets out a deep moan. The sound causes a spark to run right up your spine.

The echoes of your sloppy kisses should be embarrassing, but you’re too distracted to even care about it. It takes you a moment to realize that he’s moving, you only truly process it when you hear a few items hit the ground and you feel your back against the softness of the cushions of your couch.

You hum, and Clark parts for a second. At that moment you realize that you’re a bit out of breath. You’re heaving, and Clark is in a similar state. Pupils are almost fully blown, looking down at you with a dazed smile. You mirror it.

“I’m really glad you decided to drop into Smallville.”

You laugh with a nod.

“Me too.” 

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Amazon (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 5 -Final

Diana had decided to take the following day off and spend some time with you. Possibly discover what other abilities you might have. She’s talking, but you can’t quite focus. Because the thought of kissing Clark again seems to be the only thing on your mind.

“Are you alright?”

You flinch, nodding quickly.

“Yes! I’m sorry. Go on.”

Diana narrows her eyes with a playful smile.

“I’ve never seen you like this. Does it have anything to do with a certain boy?”

You frown, because you supposed this is what you should expect from an older sister.

“It’s nothing Diana.”

You try to brush it off, but from the look on her face, she’s not going to let it go until you tell her. If you’re being honest you have no idea what to do. You’ve always been careful about keeping that distance. You can cripple a man with your bare hands. Safe to say you haven’t been out there pursuing relationships. It’s also still a bit weird considering that you spent most of your life on an island with only women.

The opposite sex has always been a minefield and the ones you typically run into usually are the ones you want to punch in the face.

The knock at your door interrupts you, and Diana stands, heading for the door. The moment she opens it, you can almost see the smile from across the room as she speaks.

“It’s Clark.”

You wish you could just become invisible.

Maybe that’s one of your powers.

She welcomes him in, excusing herself with a playful smile. You roll your eyes, clearly displeased with her lack of tact.

Now that he’s standing right there it just makes it harder.

Clark looks just as uncomfortable as you. Dropping your head, you sigh.

“I’m sorry for running.” You mutter.

More specifically, flying right out of his barn window.

Of course he predicts the apology.

He decides to take a seat in hopes that it will help him feel more settled.

“It’s okay. I guess I would have done the same.”

He laughs, but it’s a bit awkward. There’s no way to talk about this in a way that it’s not. Truthfully you’re just curious as to why. He knows practically everything about you yet he still kissed you.

Logically, that doesn’t make sense.

At least not to you.

“Doesn’t this..bother you?”

You can’t help but ask the question.

Clark is far from normal, but even he should have reservations about your situation.

“You mean because you’re a demigod?”

“Yes.”

“Why does it matter?”

You stare at him in disbelief. He’s talking as if it’s a condiment on your food or a rock in someone’s shoe.

Clark tries to move closer, and it’s almost your instinct now to flee. Because around him you can’t seem to control your emotions. He pauses, noticing your need to keep a distance.

“Do you care that I’m Kryptonian?”

“Not really.”

That doesn’t really matter.

“Then why would it be a problem? Shouldn’t I give you the same benefit that you’re giving me?”

His rationalizations make sense. You know that. But it still feels like a lot.

“I don’t care about any of it. You’re the only thing that matters.”

The sincerity behind those words actually make you blush.

You look away.

“This is..strange..”

You’ve never really met a boy that you didn’t want to punch.

Clark smiles at the little furrow in your brows.

“You’ve never been kissed before, have you?”

You bit your lip, shaking your head, refusing to look at him.

“I’ve never had a desire to but that day I…”

Your hand moves to your lips.

“I liked it.”

You admit bashfully.

He’s happy with that statement.

“Do you want to try again?”

It’s a bit of a whisper and you swallow, looking up when he’s managed to close the little distance. He’s right in front of you. His arms settle on your shoulder, and this time it’s much harder to get rid of the redness of your cheeks.

“I-I don’t know how to mph-”

He kisses you softly, and you let out an involuntary moan. Clark smiles against your lips, pulling you close. You love it. The feel of him, of this. It’s amazing. Otherworldly. You never realized how good such human activities felt. You always just summed it up to their often primitive behavior. But you never considered a lot. Like how similar you are to them.

Control is not your strong suit either.

Clark parts after a few heated seconds, and you’re left trying to even your breathing. He hasn’t fully pulled away.

“I can teach you everything..”

He whispers against your lips.

You gulp.

Surely you have a lot to learn.

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Amazon (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 4

The weekends are nice.

Diana is away doing her little trips and conferences, so you’re left to entertain yourself this time around. That’s why when Clark invited you over to have lunch with his family you were glad to go.

Mostly for Mrs. Kent’s great cooking.

The second you step in you get a whiff of her pie and you can feel your mouth watering. You knock on the door and Clark opens it, smiling at the eager look in your eyes.

“Mom made the pie just for you. It looks like you’re ready to dig in.”

You nod, stepping inside and Martha smiles at you.

“Make yourself at home sweetheart. Clark, would you go call your father, he’s out by the windmill.”

“Is it still broken?”

Martha nods.

“He’s been trying to fix it all week. I told him he should hire some help but you know your father.”

He’s always been a bit stubborn. Clark knows he’ll have to grow and drag him away from it. He means to head over, but he catches the look you wear.

You’re just staring at him expectantly.

“Do..do you want to come?”

You nod, and Martha hides a smile when she catches the interaction.

Clark leads you out to the farm and you follow, taking in the expense of grass and animals.

“I suppose it’s easy to mask super strength when you work in an area that requires so much manual labor.”

Clark smiles at the observation.

“It is.”

You continue down your path and as you get closer to the field, you can make out Mr. Kent’s form. He’s on a scaffolding pretty high up. There’s a bunch of tools next to his feet and you can hear him physically fighting with the metal structure.

“Damn thing..”

He’s grumbling loudly and Clark smiles.

“Dad, lunch is ready!!”

“I’ll be there in a bit, Clark.”

From Clark’s expression he expected the response.

“Come on, maybe mom can get him to come down.”

Clark turns away and you mean to follow, but your eyes are fixated on the shaky structure. It makes you a little weary. Jonathan has a tool in his hand and he’s pulling at some part inside the open part of the metal. He makes a particular tug that disrupts his balance. The yell alerts Clark and when he begins falling backwards, you jump to try and catch him.

At least you attempt to.

Your body pivots in the air and you do catch him.

Clark’s steps stop right under the both of you when he realizes.

You fully expected your body to drop with gravity. He weighs practically nothing. However, you’re all in awe, because you’re just hovering in place.

“(Y/N)...”

Your hands are secured around Jonathan’s back and slowly you can feel yourself lowering to the ground. Both your feet touch the ground and you release, still a bit astonished.

Jonathan is clearly speechless. You take a step back, looking down at your legs as if they’ll answer the mystery of what the hell just happened.

“I can fly..”

Your knowledge of the amazons might not be as extensive as the others who have lived hundreds years before you, but you know for a fact that the only one who has powers such as this is Diana.

You swallow.

“I…I have to go..”

You looked confused, angry…lost.

Clark isn’t even offered a chance to say much because your expression hardens as you shoot off into the sky.

~~

“Ms. Prince, you have a visitor.”

The attendant gestured towards the entrance and Diana was a bit surprised to see you there in Central City. When she asked you to join earlier that day you seemed content with just staying at home. Now there’s a level of urgency on your face as you stand at the entrance. Diana nodded, excusing herself from the conversation. She paced over to you, a bit worried by your expression.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?”

She guided you away from the crowd to a more secluded area right outside the atrium.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

Diana was clearly confused.

“Tell you what?”

You appeared to be searching for the words.

Right ones.

“That we are the same.”

Learning that you could literally fly, it seemed to be the only explanation.

You can see the regret on her face, and now it makes sense. You weren’t crazy. There’s a possibility that you are the offspring of a god. That Diana might be your actual family. All those years after your mother passed you thought that you were alone.

Misunderstood.

Now it appears there was an explanation for everything.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner. You were in pain when your mother died. I wanted to protect you.”

You should be furious.

This seems like a very big detail to omit about your life.

Yet, you can’t truly be mad. She could have easily left you there. After hearing about the truth of her origins, you finally understand how she felt when she herself found out she was a demigod.

“I suppose this explains my short temper. I must be the offspring of hades.”

A little smile breaks out on Diana’s face, and she steps over, pulling you into a hug.

“Our fathers are not our legacy. You are your own person. I have faith in you.”

You relax in the embrace.

“Thank you, Diana.”

If nothing else, you’re grateful.

~Clark’s Loft~

“That’s how the conversation went.”

Sitting on the couch, you're filling Clark in.

“I can’t imagine what that’s like.”

It seems you learn more about yourself everyday.

“Thank you Clark.”

It’s nice to have someone to confide in. You both might be different, but you share a lot of similarities.

“For what?”

If anything he should be thanking you.

“For being a good friend. I know that I’m not the most open, or expressive. I’m not the best when it comes to people, but it’s easier with you. I guess in a lot of ways I’m glad you turned out to be a kryptonian. I’m grateful to have another person I can confide in. ”

He means to say that it’s nothing. He enjoys your company. Your time.

Your presence.

The words don’t get out, because you’re wearing a soft expression.

Any words he intends to form falls off. Your expression begins to drop when you realize how intensely Clark is staring. You find yourself swallowing, and when he starts leaning in, you seem to follow the action. You both meet in the middle and a soft sigh escapes when his lips press to your own. Clark reaches over and places a hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss.

It’s that particular move that has you pulling back hurriedly. You stumble to your feet, covering your lips.

“I-I’m sorry!”

Clark moves back, shaking his head frantically.

“N-No it was my fault. I’m sorry.”

You’re both at a distance now, and you look down at your lap.

You have no idea where that came from.

Moving to the open window, you just jump out.

Clark stares as you disappear into the sky.

He wonders if that’s something he’s going to have to worry about.

You seem to be constantly flying away from him. 

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Amazon (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 2

“Kent,”

Clark's eyes shift from his seat as he’s having lunch. One of the football players stood looking anything but pleased. Chloe raised an brow and Pete looked ready to step up.

“You been eyeing my girl Kent.”

This teen is notorious for being the jealous type. He’s dating one of the cheerleaders and apparently that came with paranoia.

“Beat it Cole, Clark isn’t that type of guy.” Pete states.

Cole slaps Clark’s tray right off the table and Chloe lifts her arm.

“Hey you jerk!!”

Both of them look like they’re about to go to battle. Clark stands to deescalate the situation, except Cole’s entire face is now pressed to the table. They all jolt, stepping back.

You’re standing over the side, hand pressed to the back of his head. They aren’t sure what’s more impressive. The fact that you’re keeping him down, or that you’re holding your tray in the other hand.

You’re wearing that frown that seems to always be planted on your face and by now most of the cafeteria is tuned in. Cole is grunting, trying to get free, but your hold offers no resistance.

“Take your macho male crap somewhere else or I’ll make you eat the tray, you hear me?”

He still looks defiant, and you add pressure.

“Fine, fine!!”

You release him and he stumbles to his feet, looking a little unnerved. He sends you a look before rushing away. Chloe just laughs.

“That was awesome! Where did you learn to do that?”

“I grew up with a lot of siblings.”

It’s not entirely a lie.

“Sorry about your lunch.” You state.

He shakes his head.

“It’s okay. Thank you.”

You nod, then your eyes drift over your own lunch. You eye the sandwich, then lift the plate, placing it down right in front of him.

“Here, enjoy the rest of your lunch.”

You don’t say anything else, just walk away.

When Clark finally takes a seat, he just stares at the sandwich for a moment. That’s until he feels two pairs of eyes on him. Both Chloe and Pete are wearing a smirk.

“What?”

“I think someone has a crush.” Pete teases.

“There’s no way she has a crush on me.” Clark denies. Although he says that, his cheeks are becoming just a tinge red.

“He wasn’t talking about her.” Chloe inputs.

They both laugh when a brighter color begins to rush to his face. Clark says nothing, just eats his sandwich.

The remainder of the day is uneventful.

Like most evenings, Clark intends to visit Lex. He’s used to just walking in and seeing Lex doing something or the other. That’s why when he walks in and Lex has company, he feels like he’s intruding. Lex simply waves him over.

“Clark, come in.”

He’s a bit awkward.

“Sorry, I should have asked if you were free before I came.” Lex shakes his head to introduce his guest.

The woman turns around, and the teen that steps out from the side has his eyes widening.

“(Y/N)?”

“Hi Clark.”

You’re still wearing that overly serious expression and the woman smiles.

“Clark Kent, it’s nice to put a name to the face. (Y/N) speaks highly of you. I’m Diana Prince.”

You nudged Diana with a little glare at the statement, and she brushed it off, shaking Clark’s hand.

“Nice to meet you too Ms Prince.”

“Please, just Diana is fine.”

Lex is trying to hide his smile.

“Ms. Prince here is interested in joining my earth day initiative. The foundation is still very new, but with our collective companies it is sure to be a success. Since you’re here Clark, why don’t you show (Y/N) around while we discuss.”

“Yes, I’m sure she would like that.” Diana agrees.

You just roll your eyes.

“Let’s go, Clark. She’s just trying to get rid of me.”

Clark follows, sending Lex a look in which he returns with a subtle good luck.

Your steps disappear down the hall and you take in the portraits and other displays in Lex’s mansion. A few minutes in you notice Clark’s lack of commentary.

“You’re quiet.”

Your words seem to pull him back.

“Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize.”

You turn another corner.

“Last time you said that Ms. Prince wasn’t your mother. Is she your sister?”

He could spot the subtle resemblance.

That’s not really the question you expect.

Nevertheless, you answer. You literally know his biggest secret. If nothing, you could at least show a little good faith.

“My mother died when I was younger. Diana is my guardian. She took me in when she didn’t have to. I left home because being there just reminded me of what I no longer had.”

He suddenly feels like he shouldn’t have asked. Because if the story of your mother is that tragic, he can only imagine what you would have to say about your father.

“I never really knew them, my birth parents. I came here when I was really young. They sent me here to save me.”

You glance at him. There’s a look on his face. One that expresses that he wishes he could have shared those moments with them, even if it were his last.

It’s weird that you feel so comfortable around him. You’ve always been good at compartmentalizing. Keeping your emotions, friends, secrets, processing it all separately. There’s no one on this planet but Diana that knows your identity.

Well, now Clark.

“I never knew my father. My mother told me stories, but I have a feeling that’s all they were. If he were so honorable, he would not have abandoned his child. Maybe that’s why I’m so unhinged. He probably had a shitty temper too.”

Clark can’t help but smile at the statement.

“Is that why you made a scene in the cafeteria?”

“Maybe.”

You send a little smile and he chuckles.

“I appreciate it, regardless of the reason. Thank you.”

He stops walking, turning to you. You pause in place.

“You don’t have to thank me. Mortals are easy to restrain. It must be frightening being that weak. Back on the island he would not last a day.”

Clark has half the mind to ask about this island, but that might be a conversation for another day.

“We should head back.”

You nod, following him as you both begin to walk in step back to the main room.

As you’re walking, Clark steals a glance. He feels a bit satisfied that you aren’t glaring like you usually do. 

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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 1

Living in a town like Smallville, you’d gotten used to reading about the weird and dangerous. You just never thought you’d be on the receiving end of it.

You could barely recall what happened.

Or how you ended up in someone's basement.

Next to you was a familiar face that seemed to jog your memory.

“Shit!”

Thankfully you hadn’t been bound. Your assailant must have believed you would be out for a while.

“Clark, Hey Kent you gotta wake up! Wake up!!”

You were shaking him frantically. When he rolled over on his back, you noticed the cut that was prominent on his forehead. As well as the green rock at his side. You grabbed the stone, chugging it in a random direction.

“Stupid rock!”

It’s the reason you were both in this situation in the first place. Pulling your shirt sleeve down, you did your best to rub some of the blood from his wound. The situation wasn’t looking too good right about now. You brushed his forehead a couple times and to your surprise he began to stir. When his eyes shot open and his body jolted upright you almost fell back.

“T-Take it easy you’re hurt we need to get you..”

Your words trailed off, because when he stood up, you could see the wound on his head. You’d managed to clear a decent amount of the blood. So when a golden spark ignited on his face and the wound seemed to heal itself, you briefly contemplated that you were delirious. You slowly rose to your feet, taking some much needed steps back.

Clark looked a bit more guarded.

“You’re one of them..”

Clark shook his head, taking a step forward and you backed up. He stopped, raising his hands.

“Listen to me, I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. Right now we need to get out of here before Kyle gets back.”

That’s right. Kyle.

The fire wielding maniac who’d grabbed the both of you from the school. It was just bad timing on your part. You’d been doing some extra credit when you caught him trying to set a classroom on fire with Clark in it. You weren’t even surprised when you saw him holding one of those tainted meteors. It explained where his powers came from.

Right about now you weren’t sure who to trust.

Clark who had just self healed or Kyle who no doubt would burn you both alive if he had the chance.

“I need you to trust me.”

You didn’t really have much of a choice. It’s clear that Clark is a victim too. As it stood he might be the only way you make it out of here.

“O-Okay..”

You weren’t still a bit hesitant. But you moved closer, holding out your hand as a show of good faith.

“I trust you.”

That’s all he needed to hear. He sent you a small smile, giving you a firm shake.

“Hold on.”

You’re a bit puzzled by the statement.

“Hold on to wha-”

You squealed when he picked you up as if you were weightless. Your hands scrambled to steady themselves on his broad shoulders and you just stared as he gave a reassuring smile. When you felt the rush of wind, you practically screamed, wrapping your hands around his neck.

The second your bodies finally stopped moving, your eyes were still clenched shut.

“We’re safe.”

Opening your eyes hesitantly, he was right. You were both right at the police station.

Your eyes connected to his with wonder, and Clark seemed a bit taken in the moment.

“Clark!!”

The call broke the moment, and when you looked over, his parents were running towards him with the Sheriff. He finally placed you on your feet. You released slowly and Clark gave you one last look before he moved over to explain the situation.

It took maybe an hour for the police to find and subdue Kyle Sherman. Possibly with some help of course. Apparently he was found unconscious and taped to a pole on the school grounds. You didn’t have to wonder what happened because you had no doubt Clark was probably involved. He’d healed himself and ran a few miles in seconds.

Who knew what else he was packing.

After constant questioning from the cops and a trip to the hospital, you were finally being released.

Your older brother had raced over the moment he got the news and he hadn’t left your side since he met you at the police station. He was worried sick, and you couldn’t exactly blame him. There was still so much that really didn’t make sense. You were however glad that Kyle wasn’t still out there setting things aflame. You still couldn’t wrap your head around how drastically he’d changed when he got those powers.

He was just so normal. Then one break up and a missed scholarship and he’d started attacking friends and your institution.

It was scary to think about.

“Are you okay?”

You nod at your brother with a weak smile as he wrapped his hand around your shoulder comfortingly.

“I’m just glad it all worked out.”

There’s a lot you can’t truly share. It’s obvious that no one knows about Clark. Otherwise you doubt they would be that chill. Especially given their reaction to Kyle who only had one ability.

As you’re exiting the building, you notice the familiar blue and red attire of a certain Kent. Your steps slow down and your brother notices. His gaze follows your own, and he sees the exchange.

“Do you need a minute?”

He’s about to walk away, but you grip his arm, shaking your head.

“N-No! I j-just want to go home.”

You drop your head low, and your brother nods in understanding. He sends Clark an apologetic smile as you both move past him. You don’t look up. So you don’t see his hurt expression. But you can feel it. The weight of your fear, rejection. It’s definitely not easy for him to swallow. So he just watches as you walk away.

~

Three weeks and life returns to a state of normalcy.

As normal as it can get in Smallville that is.

You haven’t spoken to Clark since that day.

The guilt is present.

He saved your life and your way of repaying him was avoidance.

“I’m a coward.”

You already know that, still were you truly wrong?

For all you knew the guy could be an alien.

You scratched your head as you gathered your books, distracted. Closing your locker, you exhale softly. You’re about to take a step but you notice someone ahead and you take a step back to apologize for the near collision. Your eyes lift and you notice those blue eyes. Clutching your books a bit tighter, you freeze.

You should say something.

Possibly an apology.

But the fear of that day creeps up, and you can’t get any words out. Clark takes notice of your struggles and he moves back.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” His face changes to a neutral expression. Like he’s guarding himself.

“I won’t approach you again, I promise.”

You swallow. Because that’s what you wanted. It must have been. You’ve been avoiding him like the plague.

It’s pathetic.

You feel absolutely pathetic.

Before you can stop them, the tears begin to flow. Clark’s expression morphed into a much softer one when he sees the droplets that run down your cheeks.

“I’m terrified..t-this is terrifying..”

You can’t pretend that you aren’t scared. Clark understands. It was stupid to just expect you to accept all of this. You were taken by an unhinged teen who possessed unnatural abilities just like him. Your fear is completely rational.

“I’m sorry..”

It’s a shaky sob and you drop your books, lifting your hands to your face.

“I-I’m so sorry!!”

You cry.

It’s stupid to make a scene right in the middle of the hallway. But you don’t care. You’ve been so scared. Being kidnapped, witnessing abilities you couldn’t comprehend and then shameful running from the guy who’s the main reason you’re alive.

Clark understands.

“Is it okay if I hug you?” He asks softly.

You can’t speak, so you just nod. Before he can make a move you run into his arms. He’s startled by the action, but his hands slowly lower, and he returns the embrace.

It’s clear this is what you both needed.

Somehow, it feels like everything will be okay. 

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Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 14

~Present~

You’ve been gone for about an hour and Clark is desperate. He’s zipped around just about every rock he could, but it’s hard when he has no idea where to go.

Finally he lands right back at your home. His first thought had been to call your brothers, but the way you looked at Michael, he must have been powerful. He didn’t want to bring anyone else into that line of fire, especially since he had no idea what he’s really dealing with.

There must be someone out there.

“Think, think!”

He walks around for a few times before it hits him.

Angel.

Well archangel if he remembered correctly.

“What was his name..”

He’s running through it all when it finally hits.

“G-Gabriel! If you can hear me please help! (Y/N) is in trouble!”

All he hears are wings, and the rush of wind smacks right into his face.

“What’s wrong, where is she!!” Gabriel looks a bit desperate, and Clark shakes his head.

“I-I can’t find her. Michael took her.”

Gabriel curses.

“That dick, I need to find Castiel.”

He’s about to take off, but Clark grabs his hand.

“Please, take me with you.”

Gabriel pauses, finally looking him over. It’s then it registers.

“You’re her kryptonian boo, can’t believe we’re just now meeting.” Gabriel smiles.

“Sure kid, hold on.”

He places a hand on Clark’s shoulder as they both disappear.

The next time they land, he’s stunned that they’re standing inside of an unfamiliar room.

Clark catches sight of Dean who jolts in his spot at the table.

“Damn it Gabriel!! Stop dropping in like that!!”

Dean looks ready to put a bullet in him. Castiel is the one that steps forward when he sees panic on Clark’s face.

“What’s wrong?”

Sam and Dean both stand.

“Dear old brother has (Y/N). We don’t have time to sit around chatting, we need to find her now.”

Dean looks furious.

“Are you saying Michael took her? What would he want with her?”

Clark shook his head.

“I don’t know. I’ve searched everywhere, I can’t find her, please, please help me.”

He sounded desperate and they all exchanged looks. Dean moves over, patting Clark’s shoulder.

“You did good calling Gabriel kid. Let’s go find her.”

Clark nods.

“This isn’t going to be easy, he must know that we’re going to be looking for her. With the protection ward, finding (Y/N) will be difficult. We need Jack.” Dean nods.

“JACK!!”

His voice rings throughout the bunker and he’s at their side in an instance.

“What’s wrong Dean?”

“We need to find Michael, he has (Y/N).”

Jack didn’t need anymore explanation, when he blinked, the golden ring sparked in his eyes.

“Let’s start looking.”

Sam was already moving to grab the angel blades

They were ready, the question is, was Michael?” 

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Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 6

The weekend gives you an opportunity to relax.

This is possibly the longest you’ve gone without hunting. You’re sort of enjoying the ease. You have nothing planned for the day which is exactly the way you like it. 

Your phone vibrates and you look over. When you pick it up you stare. 

It’s from Clark.

“Are you busy?” 

You smile. 

“Not at the moment. Do you need help saving another civilian?” 

You giggle to yourself as you wait for his response. 

“Ha ha, I’m in stitches.” 

You laugh out loud. 

“Do you wanna come over and hang out (Y/N)?” 

“Sure, I’ll be right over.” 

You pocket your phone as you head to grab your backpack, and maybe your angel blade. 

Just in case.

Once you have all the essentials you’re on your way over to Clark’s home. It takes a little longer, mostly because you’d started craving gummies half way there.

Shoving the evidence of your delay in your bag, you greet his parents in the house before you’re off heading to the loft. The minute you step inside you hear the soft music that seems to be coming from up the stairs. The melodies sound a bit familiar, but you don’t think much of it. 

“Hey Clark!”

“I’m up here.” 

You smile, running up the stairs. 

“Sorry I took so long I had to make a stop for…” 

Your words die off at the end. Maybe you’re seeing things, because Clark is standing there dressed like…well, a prince. More specifically Prince Adam from Beauty and the Beast. Your bag slides off your shoulder and Clark is fidgeting in place. 

Your eyes take in the intricacy of the design. The familiar golden patterns that clash beautifully with the blue coat, they seem to highlight his eyes perfectly. You’re astonished, because the material looks expensive, it could not have been easy or cheap to get that costume. 

“I figured since you never had a prom, or had the chance to play a princess I could give you two wishes in one.”

The music in the background is still playing in the air, and when he steps forward, holding out his hand, you’re speechless. 

“May I have this dance?” 

You might just faint right there. He’s single handedly granted all of your fantasies. The music, the suit, asking for a dance. 

Clark’s eyes hold a gentle longing and you finally get your legs to move. Reaching out, you take his hand and there’s a bit of relief in his eyes. His cheeks are a bit red and it’s then you seem to register that he’s been a bit nervous of you turning down the offer. You can hardly believe it. You smile and Clark’s hand moves around your waist while yours moves to his shoulders. 

“Clark this is..this is incredible..” 

He smiles.

“I’m glad, you should thank Lex, he helped me get the costume.” 

You giggle. 

“It’s so beautiful, I’ll be sure to send my gratitude.”

Standing so close, you can’t help but appreciate how nice it feels. Clark begins swaying slowly with the background melody and you can’t get the smile to leave your lips. Your eyes run over the detail of the costume and how perfectly it fits his body. Even his hair is combed a bit differently than his usually fluffy look. 

“Clark, you look so handsome, just like a prince.” You gush.

He’s laughing at how much you seem to be enjoying it. He’d hoped for such a reaction, now looking at your smile, it’s ten times better than what he pictured. 

“I’m glad I could make this happen for you (Y/N). Seeing you smile like this is…it’s everything..”

Your eyes settle on him, and you seem to take it all in, how elated he is at the fact that you’re happy. It takes a moment to realize that you’re no longer swaying. Clark swallows, and you track the way his eyes move to your lips distractedly. You take a breath and when his eyes meet your gaze, his hand slowly moves from around your waist. 

His touch now against your cheek has your heart racing. All of his movements seem slower, or maybe that’s just the way your brain is tracking it. He leans in, and you all but hold your breath. As he closes the distance, your eyes lower and when his lips finally meet, your fist closes against the fabric of his coat. 

The kiss is tender, almost careful, like he’s testing the waters. He pulls back just an inch, for nothing more than one breath, and then he pulls you in. A moan escapes against your will at how much deeper this kiss is. A pleasant shiver runs right up your spine. Your lips are parting and joining to a rhythm and you're honestly having a hard time keeping up. 

There’s something desperate about the way he’s holding you, kissing you. Now you’re holding onto him to anchor yourself. You would have stayed there forever, but the surge of energy that rushes through your body makes you pull away. You gasp, and Clark looks about ready to apologize, but he pauses, staring at you. 

“(Y/N)..your eyes..” 

There’s clear surprise in his gaze and you don’t even need an explanation. You can almost see the reflection of that blue light in his eyes. You stumble back, rushing for your bag. 

“I-I have to go!!” 

Clark is quick to follow. 

“(Y/N) wait you-” 

“P-Please just leave me alone!” 

Those words cause him to stop as you practically sprint out of the barn.

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Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 7

You wish you hadn’t been such a coward and ruined such a great moment.

Everything was so perfect until that happened. 

It wasn’t the first time that your powers had activated in your eyes. Like the angels, you do have grace rushing through your veins. Whenever Castiel’s eyes glowed that way, it was usually to access his powers in battle. 

The first time it happened to you, well you were making out with a guy you had a crush in his car. It was the first time you’d been on a date. Around the time Sam had taken off to pursue school and you’d pretty much followed his lead a few months after. It was supposed to be a life without monsters, without hunting. 

Yet, some raging hormones later and your eyes had lit up like a christmas tree. Your date sprinted away as if he’d seen a ghost, ironic given your history. 

That was probably when you realized that you would never have that normal life. 

Now it feels like history is repeating itself. 

Although, it’s not like you lied to Clark. He knows just about everything, more than you’ve told anyone else, yet, the image of him ever looking at you like a..

You shake your head. 

You briefly contemplated if you should take off, head back to the bunker. It’s cowardly to run, but there’s a part of you that’s always been a bit of a coward. All you’ve ever done was run. 

From your dad, your brothers, from him…now with Clark.

This is exhausting, you’re exhausted. You know full well what you have to do. You need to walk right back over to the barn and apologize to Clark. You turned such a sweet gesture into a disaster. 

With a heavy sigh, you grab the house keys, ready to face the issue. All you have to do is apologize and explain that the little incident was just a heat of the moment situation. Maybe if you pretend none of it happened you can salvage your friendship. 

~

Staring at his phone, he can’t help but wonder what the right choice is. Yesterday when you ran off he told himself you just needed some space. You did tell him to leave you alone, he didn’t want to upset you more, but the longer you're away the bigger that pit in his stomach becomes. 

His heart hurts when he remembers that look in your eyes, like you were about to burst into tears. He wasn’t sure when it went wrong. When he kissed you, well, you kissed back. He was so sure that you felt the same. But then you just jumped away from him like he was the plague and then your eyes..

“Her eyes..” 

That must have been it. He vaguely remembers you mentioning something about angels and grace. Your abilities. That was the first time he’d seen it physically manifest. That had to be it. Nothing else made sense. 

“Clark.” 

The call makes him stand at attention and you offer an apologetic smile, walking up the last step. Instant relief washed over him when he saw your face. Your eyes weren’t puffy, so you probably hadn’t been crying. In a weird way that relaxes him. The thought of you in pain alone, it hurts. 

“I..I just wanted to apologize for yesterday. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that.” 

He shook his head. 

“That’s okay.” 

You slide your hands in your jacket pockets. You’re glad he’s not mad. 

“About that kiss, can we just forget about it. We were just messing around. Let’s just pretend it-” 

“I don’t want to.” 

Your body is a bit stiff at his words. He takes a step closer and you can feel yourself begin to falter. 

“I wasn’t messing around, I have feelings for you. I’ve had them for a while.”

Your heart is hammering.

“I care about you, and for a moment I thought you ran because you didn’t feel the same, but that’s not it is it?” 

“Clark you shouldn’t-” 

“You think that I’m afraid of you.”

Your breath hitches, and you’re sure your expression says it all. 

“(Y/N)...” 

You close your eyes, clenching your fists.

“You don’t have to feel sorry for me, okay! I already know I’m a freak, I don't need your pity!!” You hate that you’re taking it out on him, but it hurts. 

“I don’t pity you.” 

Your eyes snap open to challenge his lie, but nothing about his eyes shows pity. It’s warm, tender, almost like..

“Love.” 

That’s what he says. He moves closer and when he cups your cheeks you can’t get your body to move. 

“I think I..might be in love with you (Y/N).” 

That’s the last thing you expect, you must be wearing a pretty silly expression right now, because Clark simply smiles. This time when he leans in, you can’t find it in yourself to fight it. 

You still remember how amazing his lips felt against yours. The second they connect, it feels like no time has passed. Your back in that moment, being held like something precious, someone loved. 

Everything just feels right when he holds you. 

Clark pulls back slowly, and once again you look apologetic. 

“Clark I’m..I’m sorry.” 

He shakes his head, stroking your cheek. 

“You don’t have to apologize, I already told you, we’re more alike than you think.” 

That fear of being alone, being seen as something different, he’s probably felt that way his whole life. Your powers only manifested when you were a teen, but Clark was born this way. You feel foolish. Despite the mess, you can’t help but let out a soft laugh. 

“I really suck.” You mutter. Clark joins in, dropping another kiss on your forehead. 

“I think you suck just the right amount for someone in your situation.” This time your laughter is a bit louder. 

“You really have a way with words, Kent.” 

“I do my best.” 

You smile, and he returns it. 

“I’m sorry for kissing you so suddenly, I would have given you better warning if I knew it would make you light up like that.” 

He’s wearing a little smirk like he’s proud of himself and you blush. 

“D-Don’t get ahead of yourself, it’s only because I suck at controlling this grace stuff.” 

“I’m not really sure I believe you.” 

You huff, and Clark just chuckles. He has to admit that he prefers this look as opposed to your previous one. His thumb brushes your lower lip and you catch that look in his eyes. You nibble on your lower lip and he licks his own. He wants to kiss you again and you’re dying to feel it. 

“You can kiss me, I’m ready this time. “ 

It’s nothing but a whisper, and he gives a little nod. 

“That’s good.” 

His eyes close and you do the same, ready to feel the softness of that touch. 

“(Y/N).” 

The voice is like a tremor in your head and you flinch, eyes snapping open. You pull back and Clark looks startled, that’s until he sees the man now standing in his loft. 

He’s about to ask who he is, how he even got there without either of them hearing, but that look in your eyes, Clark can tell this isn’t someone he’d like to know. 

“Michael.” 

From your tone, it’s clear that he was right.

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Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 4

“I can’t believe I never asked this before but what kind of alien are you?”

You were snacking in the loft with Clark when you brought up the question.

A smile settled on his face. He still had a hard time grasping how easy you seemed to take all this. He had to admit it was nice being out in the open with it.

“I’m Kryptonian.”

Your face lights up.

“Woah, so I was right. I’ll have to ask Gabriel about the lore.”

“Who’s Gabriel?”

“He’s an archangel.”

Of course he is.

At this point he shouldn’t even be surprised.

“Your life seems exciting.”

“I’m not sure exciting is the word I would use. Try unpredictable.”

He supposed that is the appropriate word. When he sees the way your gaze wanders over to the stairs he looks over.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I was just wondering, can I jump in that pile of hay?”

You look excited just at the thought and he smiles.

“Sure, let me just add some extra for cushioning.”

You blink at the familiar rush of wind on your face and you laugh. When you stand he’s standing below and there’s a much bigger stack.

“How’s it look?”

“Awesome Clark, thank you!”

You’re basically sprinting to the small platform, and he stands below, wearing a grin.

“Here goes nothing, Geronimo!!”

Jumping off the small platform, Clark smiles as you await your descent into the pile of hay. At least that was the expectation. A pair of arms caught you and Clark stared at the man that stood, dressed in a trench coat.

“C-Cas!”

You’re surprised.

“Hello (Y/N).”

You can’t help but smile. He places you down on your feet and Clark is still trying to comprehend where Castiel came from.

“Dean told me you were in this town, I never expected there to be a kryptonian here.” His gaze moved to Clark.

“How do you know that I’m-”

“He’s an angel.”

At this point he thinks he should just assume all your friends are angels.

He wonders if he’s imagining the glare on Castiel’s face. You take notice, raising a brow.

“Castiel everything okay?”

“Yes. Sam and Dean asked me to check in on you. Also Dean told me to threaten the lumberjack to look after you.” Castiel’s eyes hardened as he drew his angel blade.

“Protect her or else.”

“Cas!!”

“Yes.”

He casually placed the blade back in his coat and you just sigh. You should expect nothing less. Castiel is as close to you as a brother and as protective as one. Gabriel is the same way, but his personality is a lot less stab first, ask questions later.

You place your hand on Castiel’s shoulder and he finally stops sending death stares at Clark who’s awkwardly at the side.

“Thanks for looking out for me.”

His expression softens and he nods. Now he looks more like an obedient puppy and less like a secret service agent. He places his hand on top of your head, giving you a pat. When he looks at you it’s a bit different.

“Your grace, it feels stronger.”

That catches you a bit off guard.

“Really, I don’t feel any different.”

He doesn’t see any issues, so he figures there’s no need for alarm.

“It could be the fragments in this city heightening your senses. I can’t see an issue, you should be fine.”

You’re relieved.

“I’m glad that you’re okay, if you need anything-”

“I’ll be sure to call.”

He seems a bit more relaxed. Pulling his hand away, he sends a glance in Clark’s direction before he’s gone with the flapping of wings. Clark's eyes darted around the room.

“I’m not sure if I’ll get used to that.”

You just smile at him. 

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Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 3

They’ve gotten quite accustomed to the fact that you always have your nose in a book.

Sitting in the Talon with Clark and his friends, you flip another page as they converse back and forth.

“Are you kidding me, Jaws was awesome!” Pete argues. 

“Come on, I mean I was gullible enough as a child, but sharks aren’t as man eating as the stories portray. They just assume that we’re seals.” Chloe inputs. 

“I’ll remember that the next time I hear about a shark attack.” Pete snarks. Lana and Clark are laughing. Lex is smiling. 

They’ve been comparing movies for a while now. 

“What about you (Y/N), what’s your favorite movie?” 

“Beauty and the Beast.” You reply before you even realize. 

For a moment your eyes are still running over sentences, that’s until you process the quiet. Looking up, all eyes are trained on you. Clark looks a bit surprised and Lana as well as Chloe look about ready to gush. Your cheeks flush. 

“I-I mean Die Hard. I-I just love all those explosions.” You cover, you know they don’t believe a word, you just dive back into your book in hopes that the topic will change. 

Another hour or so of movie references and recommendations and the group is dispersing. Clark has offered to give you a ride back which you accept happily. Jumping into the truck, you buckle up as Clark pulls out down the street. 

“So Beauty and the Beast huh?” 

“I-I was just joking! I’m hardcore n-not some princess! I slay monsters!!” 

You’re trying really hard to defend it, but Clark suddenly becomes aware of some of your more delicate traits. Like the fact that your laptop has a pretty little floral casing, or some of your clothes are an assortment of pink or purple. 

Maybe it’s the creative jewelry that you tend to wear. You do have a tough exterior for obvious reasons, but there are more feminine sides that you apparently don’t want others to see. It might have something to do with the fact that you grew up with two brothers. It might just be ingrained into you. 

He knows one thing, he’d like to get closer, learn more. 

“I was gonna set up my projector in the loft, do you want to come over to watch a movie?” 

“I guess it depends on the movie.” You mutter. 

He smiles to himself. 

“I’ll make sure to get something that you like.” 

You hum, still a bit skeptical, but you agree. 

“Alright then, make sure you have popcorn, and gummy bears.” 

“I’ll be sure to grab some.” 

You look very content and he makes a mental note not to forget anything. 

After you’ve returned to your place and secured your books and computer, you relax. Sam and Dean haven’t called with any tragic news, so you can guess that everything is going smoothly. 

Moving to the kitchen, you intend to make yourself a snack, but the familiar flapping of wings catches your attention. You peek into the living room, not very surprised. Gabriel is seated on your couch with a bag of gummies in his lap and your remote in his hand. He leans back when he spots you. 

“Hey squirt.” 

You giggle, racing over and dropping on the couch next to him. 

“Gabriel I missed you!” You hug him and he laughs, ruffling your hair. 

“Me too, Castiel was a pain in the ass. He says I need to stop messing with the two stooges.” You playfully hit his arm. 

“Hey, give them some slack.” 

“Fine, fine.”

You both relax on the couch. 

“So what have you been up to, bubble gum? Bust any monsters lately?” 

“Nope, but I did find an alien?” 

“An alien, nice. Korugarians, Coluans, Cathexis or Kryptonian?” 

“Hmm, actually I’m not sure. I never even asked. I’ll be sure to do that next time.” 

There has been frequent mention of Kryptonite, so it’s possible that he’s Kryptonian. 

“Sounds like you’re having fun.” 

“Lots of fun. I’m gonna watch a movie tonight.”

“Oooo, with who?” 

“Just a guy I know.” 

Gabriel smirks and your cheeks get red. 

“N-Not like that we’re just friends!!” 

“Whatever you say.” He’s wiggling his brows and you huff, grabbing the pack of gummies from his lap as you take off running. 

“Hey!! Those are mine!!” 

Gabriel’s visits are definitely entertaining to say the least. 

A few more hours of messing around with him and you’re heading over to Clark’s place. Gabriel had been nice enough to give you a ride. Now standing outside of the barn you wave at him. 

“Thanks Gabriel.” 

He salutes.

“Anytime. Now don’t you go staying out late young lady, you have a curfew.” 

You laugh and he winks, disappearing. 

Sliding your hands into your pocket, you head to the loft. As you walk into the barn you call for Clark. He leans over the railing. 

“You made it.” 

“Sure did.” You hoof it up the stairs, watching his little set up. 

“I have to admit this is cool. It must be nice to have all this space.” 

Clark nods.

“It comes in handy.” 

He gestures to the couch, and you take notice of the blankets and cushions as well as the snacks. You immediately head for the sweets, not that he’s surprised. Once you make yourself comfortable, Clark follows, his remote in hand as he plays the movie. You’re already digging into your snack. When you see the title you’re blushing again. 

“Beauty and the Beast..” 

He nods. 

“I was feeling a bit nostalgic, figured I’d brush up.” 

It’s a poorly constructed lie. You pout and he smiles. 

“Let’s enjoy the movie.” 

You don’t have the nerve to complain. The second it starts you’re already glued in. The introduction of characters feels like the very first time that you saw it. The melodies and interactions are just as beautiful as ever. You’ll never get tired of it, their voices, that love story. 

Clark knows he should be paying attention to the film rather than shameless gawking at all your cute expressions but he can’t help himself. When he first met you, you were headstrong, put together. Almost fearless. He supposed he just assumed that you had no interest in anything cute or romantic. But he was wrong. It’s clear that he has a lot to learn. 

It takes him a moment to realize the movie is over. You look so content and he can’t help but ask. 

“Why do you love this movie so much?” 

Your expression changes to something more thoughtful, and a bit shy.

“I can’t fool you, can I?” 

“Nope.” 

You smile. 

“I just really like her character. She’s a bookworm too.” 

Clark smiles at the comparison. 

For a while you wear such a light expression, but then your eyes seem to fall. 

“The story of her falling for a beast, I guess in a way I’ve always wanted it to be possible. Having someone love you like that despite knowing the scariest sides of you. Unconditional love like that has always been sort of out of my reach.” 

You grip at the covers. 

“I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic.” You mumble. 

Love given your job description has always been somewhat impossible. People who got close usually never lived long enough. Surrounded by the things you were as a child, well, it didn’t exactly set a foundation for lasting relationships. This is the longest you’ve been in one place with friends and it hasn’t imploded in your face. 

At least not yet. 

You’re still a bit anxious that it might happen. 

Clark’s touch pulls your focus. His hand is gentling covering yours and you look up. 

“We both can relate to that.” 

You smile when you realize what he’s referring to. You can’t help but feel grateful. 

“Thanks for this Clark.” 

He nods. 

“Anytime.” 

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Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 2

Settling into Smallville was easier than you thought.

For one, being new made you basically invisible. You weren’t exactly a local, so you had sort of free range. Not many people paid much attention. 

You could conduct your research without being questioned by a group of curious friends or adults. While you had gotten acquainted with Clark’s friends, they never really asked when you would disappear to the library for hours. They probably just assumed you were a bookworm.

Chloe seemed overall excited that someone was as interested in the weird as she was.

That’s why you’re currently seated at the back of the library, adding another news clipping to your little journal.

The presence of someone momentarily distracts you. When you lift your head, the first thing you spot is the length of plaid.

“Hey Clark, what’s up?”

Your eyes are back in your book.

“I haven’t seen you for a few days. I just wanted to check in on you.”

“I’m fine, just busy.”

“That’s good.”

You thought that’s all he wanted, but he was still standing there a bit awkwardly. 

You pause.

“Umm, did you need something else?”

If you’re being honest he’s been acting weird for the last few weeks. Since you discovered his secret. Now it feels like you understand.

“Clark, I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

Maybe he just needs reassurance. He finally looks a bit more calm, taking a seat right next to you.

“That’s not what I was really worried about.”

Now you’re a bit puzzled.

“This doesn’t scare you?” He asks.

“What do you mean?”

“The fact that I’m you know..” He looks around, then leans over.

“An alien.”

You’re about to laugh, but he seems serious.

“Clark, I literally told you I hunt monsters. I know angels and I’m pretty sure this town is filled with supernaturally powered people. I think  a harmless alien that runs around actually helping people are the least of my problems."

Despite his previous unease, he leans back in his chair with a smile.

You sort of understand his hesitance. None of his friends are aware of this. His powers, the meteor shower, his spaceship. They’re all in the dark, so some part of him must assume that if they ever knew, they wouldn’t be able to accept him.

Accept that secret.

You supposed it was never a worry for you. You’ve never stayed in a place long enough to wonder what other people thought about you or your life. You have no attachments, not like Clark. So there’s no fear of losing that. You always thought that the only thing you needed was your brothers and your few hunter and angel friends. Clark has an entire life here. A lot to lose, to fear.

Closing your book, you turn to him slowly.

It might be time to come clean about your own fears, maybe it might give him at least a peace of mind.

“Do you know why I love books so much?”

He looks intrigued, shaking his head, ready for an explanation.

“A few years ago I learned that I have grace, much like an angel. I’m human but my body can accommodate something beyond my understanding. Some really bad people realized this and they tried to take me, make me into a weapon so my brothers did everything to stop it. For weeks, months, they went through every possible piece of text known to man.”

You turn over your palm, staring at the small tattoo.

Clark’s eyes drift to your wrist that has a small book with an S and an D marked inside of the small page design.

“I wanted to help, I wanted to feel useful, so I started doing the same. I did a deep dive and eventually we found a spell to make me invisible to the threat. Because of them I can live freely without fear. At that moment I guess I realized it. Knowledge is power. I’ve lost count of how many times that a spell, or some lore has saved our lives. I guess in some crazy way I clung unto that. In this life I know there isn’t anything my brothers won’t do for me, the same way your parents have probably always protected you.”

The look of recognition flashes in his eyes and you smile.

“Being different isn’t easy. There will always be a weight that comes with that, not just for us, but the people that we love. At the end of the day, all we can do is help make that weight more bearable. Reading, understanding what’s out there, that’s what I can do. Helping people, that’s the part that you play. There’s always going to be something to worry about, but it doesn’t have to be what drives us. We can all make a difference in our own way. Just have faith that it’ll work out.”

Maybe he understands, because he looks a bit more at ease.

“You’re right, thank you (Y/N).”

You grin.

“Anytime, now can you grab those books over on that shelf. It’s pretty high and I saw something about mermaids, I can’t wait to see what that’s about.”

Clark laughs as you point at the shelf.

He can already tell that your company will be an exciting little adventure.