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If Dean wasn’t used to the idea of the world ending, it might have surprised him when the Kandorians took over. Instead, his reaction fell more along the lines of well, shit, what else is new?

He really wasn’t looking to fight another Apocalypse, let alone two at the same time, but it was looking like he wasn’t having much of a choice. Upside of the Kandorians asserting themselves as the dominant race, however, is that they had a cure for Croatoan before it could decimate what was left of the humans. The downside? The red sun was awesome for vampires.

But then again, that’s what Dean had Slayers for.

They were holed up in what was left of the Hyperion Hotel, the five of them—Dean, Faith, Buffy, Cas, and Angel. They had contacts, other factions in other towns, with people they could count on, who were keeping the vampire population down to a minimum, but there was still only so much they could do. They needed to get rid of this red sun—which involved taking on the Kandorians, and that was something that just wasn’t in their wheelhouse. It was aliens, for Christ’s sake. So for the time being they were hiding out until they came up with a plan B.

That plan B happened to come in the form of a resistance movement, with a side of vampires.

Dean and Cas had been bouncing around from city to city ever since the invasion started, until they finally met up with Buffy and Faith and crashed at the Hyperion. There used to be more of them, but between the vampires, the demons, and the Kandorians, their numbers dwindled slowly. They did their best to save who they could, and mourned those they couldn’t.

There were days when Dean still expected Dawn to bound down the stairs and throw her latest theory out at him, all sunshine and smiles despite everything else going on around them, but those were getting few and farther between. For Buffy, he was pretty sure they never really stopped.

Just like he never stopped seeing Sam.

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Current Mood: calm

hasperkynipples

It had been a week and a half since Sam died.

In that week and half, Dean's spent seventy-five percent of it drunk, which is better than the hundred percent it would have been if it hadn't been for Lana. In fact, if it hadn't been for Lana, he probably would have died of alcohol poisoning by now. He never would have made it to Indiana, and his promise to his brother would be broken, but that wouldn't really matter because he would have been dead.

He still wasn't all that convinced that him not being a dead is all that great an idea, but he's slowly warming up to the idea. Slowly. And Lana was a big part of that. Technically, he wasn't quite fulfilling the promise he made to his brother -- he was pretty sure that Lisa was mentioned specifically -- but Dean had a feeling that this was a better fit. Dean actually loved Lana. And he's seventy-five percent sure that she still loved him too.

Love wasn't always enough though. It had been a week and a half, and he still wanted to crawl into a bottle and never come out. There were still things after him, things that had left him demon and ghost proofing Lana's apartment like an insane person, and there's some small part of him that thought that she probably was thinking that he was just that, insane, but at the end of the day he was keeping her safe, whether he was there or not, and that alone made him feel better. But he still wasn't sure he fit. He knew that she had her friends and her life, and he was never going to fit into that scenario -- he never had in the first place, but he was even more broken than he was when he first came to Smallville. The Apocalypse had chewed him up and spit him out several times over, and he didn't know if he could do this. He was trying, but every once in a while he would have these moments.

Moments where he was alone, his eyes would fall on his car keys sitting on Lana's counter, and that urge to leave would rear it's ugly head. Sometimes it hit stronger than others, and today was one of those days. Lana was taking a shower, he was sitting in her living room, staring at the keys to his car, and before he could even stop himself, he was moving. He was getting up, crossing the room, and cool metal was in his hand. Next thing he was turning and heading for the door -- he needed to do this, rip off the band-aid and just be gone before he made things worse. Lana would understand later.

In fact, Lana would probably thank him for this later.

His hand closed around the door knob, and he pulled it open, but what was behind it stopped him dead in his tracks and kept him from going any further out of sheer surprise alone.

"Chloe," he managed to stammer out after a moment of dead silence. " ... Hi."

Current Mood: surprised

phonesolitaire

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."

howruthless

Clark is a hero, and Tess believes in him.

Tess doesn’t believe in much.

There’s too much evil in the world. She’s bred from it. She has red hair and the killer instincts, all the marks of a Luthor that make her dangerous and deadly. She has been raised in a world full of wolves, of people who take what they want from you without any regard for what it does to you. Her father took her innocence, Oliver took her heart and Lex took her trust. By the time they finish, there’s nothing left but a cold woman who would rather conquer the world than live in it. She wants the world to burn under her feet, and Lex’s money and power gives her the means to do it. Add in Queen Industries, and Tess Mercer has the world at her fingertips. And according to her pride, that’s supposed to be enough.

And then there’s people like Clark.

Actually, there’s only Clark.

Clark saves the world without cause to, without any expectation of reward—or need of it, for that matter. Tess doesn’t understand him, but he opens her world again, gives her a messiah to follow in a world that lacks one. It’s almost as though he doesn’t see the darkness that leaks at the corners, threatening to swallow everything whole. He doesn’t see the things coming to destroy him, he doesn’t see the world that would tear him down and nail him to their own version of a cross. Judas lurks in every corner, in every face, and the wolves in the world would rather control him than let him save them.

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Current Mood: content

imnot_likeyou

Unlike his brother, Sam did not spend the entire car ride done up in his Western gear. He also was not giddy like a five year-old, either, but Sam didn’t spend his entire life worshipping Clint Eastwood, so he figured he was allowed. However, why he did it was made abundantly clear by the way Lana looked at him when they arrived back home at her place in Metropolis.

Very, very clear.

Dean tossed Sam the keys to the Impala, told him to take a hike, and Sam was more than happy to oblige. At first he was just going to drive around for a while until he heard from Dean, but when that call did come a few hours later, he knew he needed a new plan.

“Gonna be AWOL for a couple days, Sammy. Go find a way to keep yourself occupied. Check out the porn channel.”

Sam would have pointed out that just because they had the ashes didn’t mean that they should start celebrating, but Sam also liked seeing his brother happy. In this instance, at least, he wasn’t going to be the killjoy. What it did mean, however, was that he needed a more concrete way to spend his time. As awesome as his brother’s suggestion was, he wasn’t going to spend it looking at porn.

He pulled over to the side of the road, going through the contacts on his phone as he tried to sort out what to do, when his eyes wandered up towards the clock tower. He and Chloe were … friends. Maybe. He was still unsure of his relationships with most people in his brother’s life, given his sudden resurrection from the dead, but he was pretty sure that he and Chloe were okay. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel for a moment, before scrolling down to that particular contact in his (new) phone, and hitting send. If she was home, maybe that was something to do.

If not, he was back at square one.

[Assumptions made in this post: Chloe and Jimmy actually made a home out of Watchtower, she still lives there, and Lana lives in Metropolis. If any of these are wrong, let me know and I’ll change.]