Who: Chloe Decker and Sam Winchester What: A typical day (and an engagement) Where: Their house When: backdated before Madison made the move Warnings: none really Status: complete gdoc
So DJ could buy a pizza slice and a soda, Sam had told him he had a few dollars in his jeans pocket that he could have, but he would take it out of his next allowance. DJ knew his dad would forget about that later, so he didn’t say anything but thanks, and hung up the call. DJ looked at Sam’s side of the closet, and saw that he had a million pairs of jeans, but a glance around showed him that only one was on top of his hamper. He rifled around in the pockets and found the cash Sam had told him about, kind of wrapped around a small, black velvety box. He opened the box up, and saw what it was and assumed it to be Chloe’s. He took the box and the money and dashed out of the bedroom door. “Chloe!” he yelled as he ran through the house looking for her.
“Here!” he said when he finally found her, handing off the small box to her. “I think this is yours, it was in dad’s pants pocket.” A horn beeped outside, and DJ kissed Chloe on the cheek. “That’s Jonah’s mom. We gettin’ lunch before the movie. Bye, love you!”
"Okay, bye. Love you too! Don't have too much fun." She called out after him playfully and followed behind, just to make sure he got into the car, safe and sound. She waved to the other woman and watched as they pulled away. Box in hand she started towards the kitchen to make dinner.
Thinking nothing of it, she opened the box to see what it was and almost dropped it on the floor. It was a beautiful ring, and one she assumed was to be for engagement purposes. Chloe stared at the ring, unsure of what to do. If Sam was planning to propose, she didn't want to ruin his plans, but she didn't know where DJ had found it to even put it back. His pants pocket, but Sam had more than one pair of pants.
Since she wasn't expecting him home for another hour, she set the box off to the side and started on dinner, hoping an idea would come to her.
After Sam talked to DJ, he went back to work, measuring places where some bathroom cabinets would go since the guy that usually did that stuff had left early, and when he was done with that and emailed the guy the numbers, he decided he’d leave early too. Lately, when it was time to go home, he didn’t waste time talking to some of the guys like he used to do, or walk around checking on stuff he’d worked on that day. Ever since Chloe had moved in he found himself wanting to get home to her as soon as his day was done at work. He’d always had DJ, but more often than not DJ was visiting a friend or riding his bike and rarely at home when Sam got there.
On most days now DJ was there too. It was so Beaver Cleaver of them, and the difference that tied it all together was Chloe.
Sam used his key to enter their house, and judging by the smell of something good cooking, Sam walked quietly to the kitchen, making sure Chloe wasn’t cutting anything or standing over anything hot, he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Hey, beautiful,” he said, bending to kiss her on the cheek. His eyes widened a bit when he saw the box on the counter. The ring he’d bought for her. He’d hidden that, right?
No. Damnit. He’d been walking around with it for a week, trying to find the right time to ask her to marry him since he had decided not to ask on the 4th. He could never quite find the right moment, nothing seemed to fit his idea of perfect. But there the ring was, on the counter next to her. She knew.
“So, what are you up to?” Sam stepped away and leaned on the counter next to the box. Not like he could hide it now. He picked it up and smiled at her. “I mean, besides cooking.”
Chloe had briefly forgotten about the ring and smiled when she heard Sam come in. "Honey. How was work?" She turned her head to look back over her shoulder at him and reached around to give his leg a playful squeeze. When he asked her what she was up to, besides cooking, she turned to look at him in confusion.
“What else would I be up to, other than cooking?” It took her a second before it all came back to her and she looked at him with a sheepish smile. “DJ thought it was mine and he just handed it off to me before running out the door. I had no idea where he got it from, so I couldn’t put it back and…I’m sorry, Sam.” She apologized, moving towards him to press a kiss to his lips. “I don’t even know what it’s for, so you don’t need to worry.”
“Work was work, nothing too exciting,” he said, swinging his leg a tiny bit. He looked at her, a little confused, maybe waiting for her to ask about the ring or mention it at all, but maybe she thought it wasn’t for her. Or maybe it wasn’t that important to her.
No, she had never given him any indication before that marriage with him wasn’t something that she didn’t want. He was being silly. It was kind of do or die now, he was given pretty much the easiest way to do this that anyone could hope for, he didn’t have to wait for the perfect moment. He wished he’d had someone to talk about this with, to help ease the nervousness. But he wasn’t exactly nervous now.
It seemed like she suddenly remembered, and he laughed a little after she kissed him. “No, it’s fine. I’m not worried. It’s - I got it for you a few weeks ago, I just wasn’t sure when I should give it to you.”
He hopped down from the counter, reached to turn the burners on the stove off and took her hands, pulling her away from the stove and the kitchen altogether, and took them into the living room.
“This isn’t as romantic as I hoped, at all, and maybe I should have changed first, but seeing you and this ring box together, in the same room - I knew this was the moment I’ve been looking for.”
Sam pulled the ring box out of his pocket and dropped down on one knee. “You’re the most amazing, kindest woman I could have ever hoped to meet. You came out of nowhere, I wasn’t even looking for love when we met, but I stumbled and fell head over heels in it with you. Having you by my side is what makes me feel complete, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he opened the lid of the ring box and held it up to her. “Will you marry me?”
Chloe watched Sam closely, and when he dropped to one knee she let out a gasp, her hand going to cover her mouth in surprise. She looked down at him and as he spoke, tears formed in her eyes, slowly rolling down over her cheeks. “Yes,” she nodded eagerly, barely waiting for the man to finish asking. “Nothing would make me happier.” His speech was beautiful, and it didn’t matter to her that he had proposed in their kitchen.
She reached down to take his hands in her own and squeezed them, helping him up from the floor with a smile. “For the record, this was perfect. It was genuine and heartfelt, which is more than I could have ever expected.” Living in Los Angeles, Chloe had seen many over the top proposals that seemed to be more about showing off than genuine love for their partner. “That ring is…” she kept smiling while she looked at the box and then held her hand out for him to place the ring on. “It’s gorgeous, Sam. I love it, I love you, I love DJ and I love everything we have together.”
Sam was… over the moon. He hadn’t set out to make her cry, but happy tears were an exception. This hadn’t been on his mind today at work, not actually proposing anyway, but he was glad it happened this way, that he wasn’t finding excuses because he was nervous anymore.
She had said yes, and that was all he could think about right now.
“I’m glad you liked it… it just felt right.” He stood with her help and pulled the ring out of the box and slipped it onto her waiting finger. “I thought it was pretty in the store, but it’s really beautiful on your finger. I think I did a good job.”
There was always some nagging worry that he was going to leave again, but that couldn’t stop him from having the best life, and giving her and DJ the best lives he could while they were all together. He lifted her off of her feet a little to kiss her. “I can’t wait to marry you.”
"If you turn out to be the world's first murderer, I don't care. I'm still going to marry you. So long as you don't try to kill me, or anyone I know." Chloe joked, her hands cupping his face with a huge smile as she looked down at him, her feet kicked back and up in the air.
"We don't have to do anything big. Unless you want to, of course. Which, I guess maybe you would since Dean's here to witness it this time?" She had already been married once and had been very close to a second wedding, so she was more than fine with a civil ceremony and a small party after.
"Do you have any idea? We have time to think about it." She smiled, her fingers running through his long and silky hair.
“Dean was Cain’s protege, I’m the Lucifer guy, so you’re relatively safe on that front,” Sam kissed Chloe back and set her down in front of him. Sam wasn’t sure if she knew about Dean, or what he had told her, but he knew she was teasing. He was too. He was almost at that stage in his life that he could look back at some things in his past and not get stressed, find them amusing in that they were supernatural magnets, and it might have been that way for Chloe too. “Should I ask? I feel like there’s a story there.”
"I'm sorry, what? That was a joke, right? You're not seriously related to Cain and Abel. Right?" In the grand scheme of things it didn't really matter, but it was just insane how similar their lives were, yet also completely different. "There is definitely a story, yes." Chloe nodded and pulled him towards the living room so they could sit down together on the couch.
"It's the kind of thing that you think would only happen in the movies. I mean, it's just so incredibly insane.” She sat down and took a deep breath, figuring out where to start. “I was engaged to someone I thought was in love with me. He turned out to be none other than Cain himself and he was using me because he wanted to die. He found out that I made Lucifer vulnerable and figured that I would do the same with him, which meant he could finally die and break out of the curse he was in. Long story short, he tried to kill me, Lucifer saved me and in a fit of vengeance he killed Cain. So…yeah.”
“No, actually I’m serious. A few people that we know actually likened me and Dean to them when that whole part of our lives was happening.” They actually were compared to others as well, namely Michael and Lucifer, but that wasn’t even remotely important here. And he was sure he’d told Chloe about that during the whole thing with his Lucifer last year.
He followed Chloe and sat down with her on the couch. Her story wasn’t insane, not to him anyway, it sounded more like something someone he knew would encounter on a Wednesday. Their lives were crazy similar, so similar and so different at the same time. And to think, he’d been hesitant to tell her about his life the first time they’d talked. She got it better than most women he knew.
“You were engaged to Cain,” he said, thoughtfully. “He used you because he wanted to die and he thought you were the ticket to it. And you were. Lucifer was the thing that broke his curse?” Sam tucked loose strands of his hair behind his ears and considered what she was telling him. Would he ever have to worry about Lucifer trying to kill him? After all this time he just assumed that Lucifer wasn’t going to try, and Sam wasn’t worried because as briefly as they had met, he didn’t seem the type to him.
“How did you make Lucifer vulnerable? I don’t think you ever told me about that.”
“Lucifer was always capable of killing Cain, but he doesn’t kill. So, that’s why Cain went about it differently.” She glanced down at the ring on her finger and twisted it nervously, worried that things might change if he knew everything. Though it was silly to even think that.
“Apparently, angels can self actualize. They can change their appearance based on how they feel about themselves, and…it’s kind of complicated, but also not. I guess. It’s hard to say since I’m not actually an angel. Anyway, you know how love makes you feel vulnerable? Well, that’s what happened with Lucifer. Whenever he was near me, he could be injured, and even killed. He didn’t have his wings, so if he died and went back to Hell, there would be no way for him to return.”
Chloe paused for a moment, feeling like she had gone off track. “So, knowing that, Cain just assumed there was something about me. It also turned out that he was a serial killer, and once he found out that we all knew, well…you know it goes when you’ve cornered someone. If Lucifer hadn’t been there, I would have died, but he saved me.”
Sam was wrong. Her life did seem like something he would watch. A softer, kinder Lucifer who didn’t kill, and was made vulnerable by love, who had saved her because he loved her and not for selfish reasons. It was definitely nothing like his world. Or at least the Lucifer and Cain from his world. He was lucky and never had to meet Cain - he was positive that the man would have used him against Dean if he had. “So what made Lucifer vulnerable was love. The love he felt for you.” There were so many follow up questions he wanted to ask because he was curious, but he didn’t want any thought put in her head, even a tiny one, that he was trying to find out Lucifer’s weakness and how it worked.
“At one time, when Lucifer, the one from my world was looking for Jack after Jack was born, I thought for about three seconds that he was changing, that love was changing him, but I was so completely wrong. I think the closest thing he felt to love was what he felt for God - Chuck. And Michael.” He hoped that he again had given an accurate description of just how different their Lucifer’s were. Not that she didn’t already know. It just low key amazed him how different they were.
“I’m not a serial killer, so everyone you love is safe from me,” he smiled at her and relaxed back into the cushions of the couch, teasing her again and hoping that her mood was still light. “I mean, I kinda was when I was soulless, but not exactly serial. But I have my soul back so I’m good.” Sam sagged back a little and ran a finger over the side of her face. He loved her so much, it was impossible to imagine his life without her in it now.
“Our Cain was… crazy, and anxious to get rid of his mark. That’s a whole story by itself. But he gave it to Dean, and Dean - eventually it consumed him, so much so that when he died, he became a demon. Not the cute and fuzzy kind like Crowley, but the trying to kill me with a hammer kind.” He thought he could untangle his thoughts from Cain and Dean and the mark, but he couldn’t. “I thought I could tell you about Cain, but I keep thinking about Dean. I’m sorry, I’m a dork.”
He was too sensitive to live.
“It might not have been love from the start, but I definitely made him feel vulnerable. That doesn’t happen anymore, though. So he’s safe regardless of how close I am to him.” She took a breath and nodded at Sam’s explanation. “Yeah, I can honestly say they are not the same at all.” Chloe’s head cocked to the side and she studied him closely at the mention of being soulless. “How is something like that-” why was she even questioning it? “You know what? We don’t have to get into any of it.”
She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, her fingers brushing through his hair. “You don’t have to apologize for not being able to talk about something. I understand completely.” Chloe assured him and moved to sit on his lap for a bit, rubbing her hands over his back, shoulders and arms to comfort him before she went back to making dinner.