Title: Dead Spiders Keep The Missus Happy
Category: Smallville/Supernatural
Rating: K+
Genre: Humor/Romance
Pairing: Chloe/Dean
Prompt: #08 - Shriek
Word Count: 429
Summary: A blood curdling shriek came from the bathroom.

Dead Spiders Keep the Missus Happy
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A blood curdling shriek came from the bathroom. Dean was off the bed, armed and standing inside the small confines of the bathroom with his sawed off at the ready only to find his girlfriend wrapped in the shower curtain and standing on top of the bathtub ledge.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" he asked, trying to catch his breath. She nearly gave him a goddamn heart attack!

"Get it! Kill it!" She pointed at the floor frantically.

But he didn't see anything life threatening demons or beasts or anything, really, except for the tiniest spider he'd ever seen in his life. "What? That?"

"Yes, that!" she shrieked once more, enough for him to wince and take a step back.

"I think you're overreacting," he said, frowning.

She lifted a brow at him. "Really? 'Cause I think you're sleeping in the Impala tonight! Alone!"

"Whoa! Whoa!" He held his hands up. "Let's not get drastic." He sighed, looking down at the small little insect hurrying toward the corner. Hell, if Dean had a giant blonde woman shrieking at him for no reason, he'd run for safety too. "You really want me to kill it? 'Cause there's probably like hundreds where this came from and this one's just biting the dust 'cause you saw it."

"Hundreds," she squeaked.

Shit.

She was out of the shower, dressed and sitting in the Impala before he could blink. "DEAN!" she shouted from the car. "This is your fault, you know."

Sighing, he rested his hands on his hips and nodded. "I know..." He glared at the bathroom where the spider had been. "Should'a just killed the stupid thing."

Slamming the motel door behind him, he sat down in the driver's seat of the Impala and glared at her from the corner of his eyes. "You can battle demons, werewolves, vampires, hell, even friggin' aliens, but one little spider..." He emphasized how tiny it was with his forefinger and thumb. "And you go all psycho-chick on me."

Glowering in her seat, she crossed her arms over her chest. "I'll buy you a pie to make it up to you, now can we please get as far away as we possibly can from the spider infested motel?"

With the promise of pie, he was drawn out of his sour mood and started the car, pulling out and getting back on the road. "This means I'm not sleeping the Impala tonight, right?"

She laughed. "Of course... I'll need you to keep the spiders away."

"Well as long as I'm useful," he muttered playfully.