Title: iPod Shuffle Ships
Category: Smallville/Supernatural Crossover
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/Angst
Pairing: Chloe/Dean
Word Count: 2,455
Summary: I turned on my iPod, hit shuffle and wrote 5 shorts to 5 songs... Enjoy
Author's Note: This is Chlean, but the next is Chruce, and the third is Chlollie, there could be more, I'm not sure yet.

I - "What Sarah Said" by Death Cab for Cutie
Rating: T
Word Count: 577

She's going into shock.

Dean shook his head, running his hands through his hair as he paced back and forth through the hospital hall. His boots clomped loudly, but all he could hear was the beeping of the machines and the doctor's chatter. Everything smelled of disinfectant, but all he breathed in was her bodywash as he'd held her tight just a half hour ago. The lights were so bright around him, but he was still lost in the darkness of the car, with nothing but the odd street lamp to light them up.

We're losing her.

She shouldn't have come along. It was a mistake; he should've told her to stay back at the motel. It was all his fault. She gave him that face and he just caved. But he knew... He knew he shouldn't have said yes. Healing powers, his ass! What good were they if they only saved others? She was choking on her own blood and there wasn't gonna be any bright light or some fucking touch from God to get her better. No green rocks were going to infuse her immortality now.

Turn it up, I'm gonna hit her again.

Sam sat in a chair against the wall, his face covered with his bloody hands. He hadn't said anything since the hunt.

It all went haywire. One minute things were fine and then she was being shredded to shit and he couldn't do anything. There was blood everywhere and she was struggling to breathe as she stared up at them. He gathered her up in his arms and let Sam do the driving as he held her in the backseat of the Impala. She was laid out, knees up, her body wiggling as is she was trying to physically fight away the pain. He could feel her blood soaking through his jeans and shirt as her head laid in his lap. He could see it pooling beneath her on the black leather upholstery. There was so much of it...

"S-stain the s-seats," she croaked out.

His jaw clenched. "I don't care." He shook his head, brushing her hair from her face, stained red rather than its usual bright blonde.

She took one of his hands, entwined their fingers and just stared up at him. He didn't want to blink; worried that when his eyes reopened, hers wouldn't.

She's done. Time of death is-

He burst through the door, he couldn't take it anymore. And there she was, lying there with tubes all over and her eyes closed. Her skin was so pale and cold to the touch. He didn't budge as doctors pulled at him, trying to drag him out. Instead he caressed her forehead with his thumb, burying his face against hers. He hugged her to him, as if willing his own life into her. But she didn't move, didn't take a sharp intake of breath. The agonizing noise of her flat-lining continued to pervade the room.

His eyes burned and he squeezed them shut to push away any sign that he knew, he knew this was really it. She was gone. She wasn't gonna wake up in a few hours and tell him all she needed was a big cup of coffee and she'd be fine. It was all over.

And he had nothing to say except her name, pleading it through clenched teeth, in a sob so broken he felt a piece of himself die with her. Chloe.

II - "Criminal" by Alexz Johnson
Rating: T
Word Count: 331

He shook his head, sighing. "This isn't the life somebody wants, Blondie."

She lifted her chin defiantly. "It's the life you want."

He stared at her, brow lifted. "It's the life I live, there's a difference."

She put her hands on her hips, stubborn as ever. "And if I want to live it with you?"

His lips pursed, eyes turning away. "You shouldn't."

She reached out, fingers gripping the front of his shirt. "Let me in..." she asked, eyes wide.

He turned back to her. "You're only gonna get hurt."

"So I get hurt... What's new? You think the apple pie life is made for me?" She snorted. "Look at it this way... Either you accept that I'm willing to be here with you, for you, for both of us... Or you walk away and I still live this life... Except we're both lonely."

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, jaw clenching. "You're a little twisted, you know that?"

Her lips quirked on one side as she slid up closer to him. "I'm a lot twisted," she murmured before slanting her lips against his.

Wrapping his arms around her, he hauled her up until her legs wrapped tight around his waist. His hand buried in her hair tightly, keeping her close as he met the stroke of her tongue with equal passion.

"This mean you're giving in?" she asked, lifting a brow as she panted against his lips.

"It's wrong," he murmured, kissing her lingeringly. "You'll probably die... And it won't be pretty..." Another kiss, their tongues dancing. "Constant danger, death... Mm, you taste good..."

Her fingers kneaded the back of his neck. "I'd die eventually... At least this way I have you a little longer."

"You're getting sappy on me here, Blondie." He grinned, lifting a brow.

She chuckled. "Take it or leave it."

He licked his lips, staring into her eyes. "I'll take it."

She nodded. "Good choice." She kissed him, sealing the deal once and for all.

III - "Drinking Song" by Rob Dougan
Rating: T
Word Count: 558

He leaned her back on the bed, his hands falling to the end of her blouse, drawing it out of her skirt and sliding it up her body. His mouth followed its ascent, kissing the soft flesh of her stomach as it was revealed inch by inch. With each parted button, more and more of her perfect body was shown to him. She was different from all the others; she interested him from that first mischievous smile of hers. And she knew what he did; was a bit of a victim and more of a fighter when faced with what they'd been hunting. She offered to buy them a drink, which led to three or four, and Sam stumbling off back to their motel room, leaving his brother to it. They bantered and served snarky remarks to each other like regular conversation.

When the bar finally closed, they left leaning on each other and wound up back here, in her motel room bed. She was just passing through; another day, another story. And for this one night, she was his and he was hers. It could never be more, they both agreed. But the passion in her green eyes left him feeling a little breathless and the brush of her fingers against his cheek woke up something he hadn't felt in a long time. This wasn't just attraction; he'd done that a few too many times in his life. This was something more.

He didn't just want to screw her into oblivion, maybe later when the sun was rising and life was calling them back. But for right now, with her sprawled out beneath him, a half smile curving her lips, he wanted to worship every inch of her. She shrugged her shirt the rest of the way off and his eyes fell to the swell of her breasts beneath the lace cups of her bra. He kissed the top of them, his fingers sliding the straps down her shoulders slowly. He smirked as she shivered and tugged away the last of her bra before enveloping a perky, pink nipple in his mouth. She arched into him, her hips pressing against him.

Until he was too exhausted to do much more than breathe, he was going to work her body into such a frenzy, she'd never forget him. The downside was he already knew he wouldn't forget her either. Not the way she laughed as he tickled her ribs with the day's whiskers of his jaw or how she said his name, in a breathy whisper, like she'd known it all her life and was waiting for this moment to cry it out.

For this one moment in time, nothing else mattered but him and the ever-intriguing Chloe Sullivan - a woman that he already knew he'd regret ever walking away from in the morning. But now was no time for regrets, now was all about enjoying what little time they did have; for making her body arch and ache and thrum all for him. Leaving her wanting him, never forgetting how he made her feel. Forever wanting to cry out his name, wishing she too had never walked away.

By morning he'd be gone and so would she... back to traveling the world for the hunt or the story... but that night would never fade from either memory.

IV - "Liar, Liar" by Alexz Johnson
Rating: T
Word Count: 416

He was gone. They'd been doing fine, better than ever, and then one morning she woke up and he was long gone. Everything of his in the house, packed away and gone. His guns, his clothes, his leather jacket and cassette tapes; everything. He was gone. There was no note, no explanation, no nothing. She just woke up to a cold bed and no arm breath against her neck like usual. She searched for him at first, certain that maybe he'd just woken up earlier, unusual but not entirely unbelievable. But he was nowhere to be found; everything that marked he'd ever been there gone with him.

She sat down on the couch, calm as could be, and then like a broken dam, the tears flooded her. Wracked with sobs, she felt anger and sadness well inside of her to the point where she wasn't thinking coherently. It didn't make any sense. Sure, they had their ups and downs, like any couple. But there was never any talk about breaking up or moving on or anything.

He loved her, he told her that. He'd given up the lifestyle of 'whatever woman, whenever' because he found his feelings for her were stronger than either of them expected. She'd held back; she didn't want to be with someone she couldn't trust. But she fell for him and he was persistent. So she let go, she let her walls crumble and let her heart open up once more, for a hero that promised he'd never hurt her, never leave her.

But he had... more than anyone before him.

She was alone, entirely. And the bastard took her heart with him!

She knew it was hard for him; being in a relationship when he was so used to caring for only himself and his brother. But he'd tried and he'd succeeded. She'd never loved anyone like she did him and she could feel it in everything he did that he felt the same. He may not say the words often, but he did... So why would he do this? Why would he put so much work into them only to run away? She shook her head... Never again. That was it. She couldn't go through this anymore. She was done.

Wherever Dean Winchester was, she hoped he knew he'd just broken her. Chloe Sullivan would never love again.

Her tears dried up and her eyes darkened, smiled fading into a permanent frown. She was broken and she'd never be fixed.

V - "Love Remains the Same" by Gavin Rossdale
Rating: T
Word Count: 573

He never expected to fall for her. She was supposed to be just another woman in another bar. But she wasn't. They fooled around, but screwing a stranger in a dark motel room turned into something more. There was talking involved, learning about her, her learning about him, and when they finally got around to shedding clothes, she wasn't a stranger. She was Chloe. They only had the one night and he made it worth it. Four times that night, the bed was put to the test and hearing her cry out his name was the best sound he'd ever heard.

They separated reluctantly, her back to her journalism and him to hunting. But when he ran into her again in various cities, he took it as a sign. It wasn't long before he found himself searching for her in every city he was in, hoping he might see her crossing the street or interrogating someone. And when he didn't, he was disappointed, more than he should be. Sam was amused, thinking it was justice served that he ended up falling for her. But Dean didn't like it; didn't like thinking about her all the time and wondering where she was, what she was doing.

When they met up again, it was somewhere in the twenty-something times, he couldn't take it anymore. She was rocking her hips into him, her hands clenched in the blanket beneath her as he thrust in and out, filling her entirely, panting against her shoulder and kissing her neck. Her arms lifted, curled around him, fingers digging into his back as she got closer and closer. And he said it; more of just blurted it out. "I love you!"

She came, nearly screaming his name while he kissed her breasts, thrusting into her a few more times before he joined her in ecstasy.

They fell back to the bed, exhausted and he rested his face on her chest, staring out at the wall blankly, waiting for her to suddenly realize what he'd said, jump out of the bed and tell him that it was fun, but she wasn't interested in anything more than a 'here or there' thing. Her fingers were stroking his hair at the base of his neck while she laid, trying to catch her breath.

"Not the most romantic I've heard," she murmured. "You'll need to work on that."

He half-smirked, still uncertain. "Don't say it often."

She nodded. "You realize this would be taking long-distance relationships to a whole new level."

He laughed. "I can handle it if you can."

She looked down at him, smiling. "I suppose I could find a way to coincidentally be in cities you might be passing through..."

He smirked. "I like the sound of that."

Laughing, she ran her hand over his hair. "I love you too," she said softly, her eyes gently staring into his. "And that is how you tell someone you-"

He cut her off with a kiss, fingers burying in her hair as he stroked her cheek with his thumb, slanting his lips across hers over and over until they were both panting harshly and she was staring up at him with glazed eyes. "I'll get better at it," he assured, winking. He kissed down her face and along her neck. Her hand tightened around the shoulder, encouraging him. He had a feeling it was all going to work out for the better.