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He was the love of her life.

It wasn't the kind of love she'd had for Clark for so long, that fevered kind of feeling that came only in those teenage years. She'd never written him any love letters to read to him in his sleep, or watched him dance from the other side of the gym, but she didn't have to. He was always there, eyes focused squarely on her. He had been the first man she'd slept with and she wanted him to be the last.

Chloe held Jimmy to her chest while the life from draining from him. This man who loved her more than anyone ever had, and she was losing him. Until now, she hadn't realized how much she loved him, how much she'd taken him for granted, or how desperately she wished she could do something, anything to keep with her just a moment longer.

The moment her tears fell onto his face, she saw the light, and she knew what was happening. It had happened just the same before, years ago when first discovered her meteor ability and saved her cousin's life. This was something else she thought she had loss, when she had tried to save Clark but couldn't. She didn't understand why it was happening now, but those questions were pushed away to make way for the relieved smile that spread across her face before the light engulfed her and the pain took hold.

When she opened her eyes, she was greeted by the familiar scene of their apartment, like she'd simply fallen asleep. There he was again, alive and well, waiting for her to show any sign of life.

When she smiled, he blinked at her, as if he thought he might be dreaming.

"Chloe?"

She couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah. It's me."

He scooped her into his arms and held her tight. "I thought I lost you."

She returned the embrace. "Don't worry. I learned my lesson. I'm here to stay. Promise."
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When Dean arrived in Smallville, he didn’t want to be Dean Winchester.

It was just after Sam’s twenty-first birthday, and Dean had been driving ever since he left Stanford. He hadn’t seen his brother for his birthday. He hadn’t been the one to take him to a bar for the first time legally and getting him wasted. Sam had friends for that now. He didn’t need his father, or his brother, apparently. He could find replacements for all of them in his shiny new life in Palo Alto. What the hell did he need Dean for?

What the hell did anyone need Dean for?

He wasn’t sure what brought on this sudden bout of self-loathing, or maybe it wasn’t all that sudden at all. Ever since Cassie, things in Dean’s life just seemed to keep slipping lower and lower, and while he didn’t know how to fix it, he knew that he just wanted a break. He left his dad hunting a coven in Wyoming, dropped by Stanford to make sure Sam was still in one piece, then headed east. He rolled into Smallville with the intention of just disappearing obscurely into some small town where no one knew his name. He wouldn’t do what his brother did. He would answer the phone if someone needed him, but beyond that, Dean Winchester was off the grid. And until necessary, he wasn’t coming back.

He pulled the Impala into a parking spot in front of a building called the Talon, and made his way inside. It was a slow afternoon, and there weren’t a whole lot of people around, just an odd coffee drinker and the girl behind the counter. He strode his way over, leaning against the counter as he looked around. The girl had a great ass and a pretty smile, and when she turned around, there was that small falter in the smile before it widened, a sign of interest if he ever saw one.

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