Three Holiday Drabbles (Christmas and New Year's Eve):

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Three Holiday Drabbles: 

Mistletoe (Chlark)
Christmas in the Impala (Winchullivan)
New Year's Eve (Chlean)




Mistletoe: Chlark

 

When she had noticed that she and Clark were both under the mistletoe her initial reaction was to laugh it off, give him a quick peck on the cheek and stay far away from doorways the rest of the night. But she turned and looked at him and saw something in his eyes that she had never seen directed at her before. Not by him. It was a look strictly reserved for girls like Lana, like Lois.

 

His hand reached for her own, gently pulling her closer, but his eyes never tore away from her own. There was look of love there, a look of devotion that made it hard for her to breathe. And then his lips were getting closer and she held her breath waiting for the moment when he would pull away, because that was what always happened when they got this close, when she opened her heart up to him. But he didn’t pull away, he leaned closer until his breath was mixing with hers and his eyes pleaded for her to accept him. Her head nodded on its own accord and his lips were on hers, gentle and loving and everything that she had ever thought they would be. And when did pull away, it wasn’t fear or vengeful amusement that she saw there, it was love.

 

“Merry Christmas.” He whispered, before leaning down to kiss her once again.

Christmas in the Impala:

 

 

Chloe pulled her coat around her tighter, lifting her hands over the registered hoping that it would help her fight off the cold. She wasn’t entirely sure how Dean had convinced her or Sam to go along with this. It was Christmas and she would much rather be in their warm hotel room, buried under the covers, watching whatever bad Christmas movie she could find on. She was sure Sam felt the same. But no, they were trapped in the Impala, on a stake out to see if all the rumors in town about the werewolf were true.

 

 

He had just seemed so giddy as he had relayed the information to them, a word she had been convinced she would never connect with Dean Winchester, that she had found it hard to tell him no. Sam had made a crack about his brother’s warped since of excitement and fun, but even he hadn’t been able to fight against him. He had promised that it would just be a couple hours, they would go and see if it was true and be back before the eggnog got warm.  That had been four hours ago and now Dean’s childlike excitement wasn’t quite endearing as it had been. She was cold and hungry and in desperate need of some spiked eggnog to make her feel better.

 

“You know, I can help you warm those up if you like.” Dean told her grinning from the passenger seat, gesturing towards her hands.

 

“Dean I can promise you, after this, you won’t be touching anything of mine for a very long time.” Chloe told him.
 

New Year’s Eve:

 

Lois had invited her to go with her to her party, had practically insisted on it, but Chloe had refused. She hadn’t felt up to  a party, up to celebrating; so she stayed home, planning on her own celebration of movies she would never admit to liking and food she probably shouldn’t be eating. But a knock came on her door and suddenly all of her own plans were gone and she thanked fate for not allowing her to give in to Lois’s demands.

 

“Hi.” She whispered, unable to find the words to say anything else. It had been months since she had last seen him and weeks since they had last spoken on the phone. There was a war going on, he had told her, and he wouldn’t allow her to get mixed up in it. And she had hated him for it, had tried her best to forget about him, forget about everything that had happened between the two of them. But in the end she had still loved him, had missed him terribly, had thought about him every day.

 

“Hey.” Dean whispered back.

 

“What are you doing here?” She asked.

 

“I…Some things happened.” He cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Some things that made me think that…In a few minutes it’s going to be the start of a new year, possibly the start of the only year we have left. The world could end tomorrow, could end in just a few hours, and when that happens…I want to be with you.”

 

 

She barely had enough time to register what he said, before he had passed over her threshold sweeping her up in his arms, letting his lips prove to her that everything he said was true. And she kissed him back, kissed him back like there was no tomorrow, with the knowledge that there might never be. Because he was right, the world could end before the clock stroke midnight, before the new year began, and if that happened the only place she wanted to be was there with him.