This is my first supernatural-smallville crossover, and while i have seen almost all episodes of Smallville around 3 times, I haven't seen that many supernatural episodes (I've nearly finished the first series) so I don't know if the brothers will be in character.

I do not own either show.

I still haven't thought of a title for this story (if it ever manages to be more than one chapter) so if you can think of a possible title, please share them with me.

Thanks

Pilot

"Hey, kid." He lifted his face, the evening sun dimming his view. "Help me." He turned away from the sun, catching sight of a younger boy, tied to a pole. His face was thin, his eyes tired.

Sam staggered up, leaning on the pole, his fingers fumbling with the knots holding up the boy's arms. The boys breathing was unsteady, tired as he clung to consciousness. Then he gasped, his whole body tensing.

Sam lost his fingering, cursed and looked up. Something stretched across the sky. Following it's path, Sam winced as it blasted the 'Smallville' sign into smithereens.

Sam shook with fear, his brain reminding him of the insanely small chance of a meteor collision with the earth.

"No!" breathed the boy. "Help me! Help me before it comes!"

Sam glanced up, feeling the boys terror as he focussed on another approaching object. Sam's fingers dropped from the rope and he turned, running away from everything; the boy, the meteor.

The ground trembled and it went black.

*

Sam lurched forward, sweat rolling down his forehead. His black hair fell flat and his brown eyes were bloodshot as he recalled the strange dream. The green sheet was tangled in his legs, the pillow on the floor. The motel room felt small as he attempted to calm his breathing.

"Nightmare?" the deep voice of his brother calmed him, so Sam nodded. "Was it about Jess?"

Sam paused, his mind flying to her death, and soon another layer of sweat covered him.

"No." he gasped, his voice hoarse. "I was in a field. Someone was tied to a cross." Dean raised an eyebrow. "I tried to save him but there was a meteor shower."

"Do you want to look into it?" Dean asked, already expecting Sam's nod. He rummaged through his bag, lightly grabbing their fathers journal. As Sam sat back, trying to remember more, Dean read through the journal. He found pages on various things; wendigos, exorcisms but nothing on meteor showers.

Sam clutched his head, mumbling through the dream whilst Dean closed the book, a small photo falling from its pages. Dean picked it up, eyes widening as he gazed at it.

It showed his father with a man around his age. The man had his arm around a young girl, who Dean assumed was his daughter, and they were all grinning. They stood near a large sign reading 'Smallville – meteor capital of the world.'

Dean grinned. "Sammy." Sam looked, his expression tired as he tried to see what Dean was waving at him.

"What?" he groaned.

"If anyone got killed by a meteor, I bet it was in the meteor capital of the world." he smirked.

"Where's that?"

"Smallville." Dean flipped over the photo, where a paragraph was written in his father's handwriting. It read '1994, helping Gabe move in" before listing an address. "It appears dad has a friend there." he smiled, already picking up clothes and shoving them into a duffel bag. "We're going back to Kansas." he exclaimed, lugging the bag out of the room and into the '69 Impala.

Sam rolled off the bed, quickly standing up and joining Dean in the car.

*

Dean turned left into the estate, a large Luthorcorp sign heralding the entrance. The car continued to travel through the streets until Sam spotted the correct house and pulled up by the pavement. Sam unlocked the door, stepping out. When Dean followed him, they approached the front door and knocked.

They waited a few seconds until the door was opened by the man in the picture.

"Hello?" he asked, gazing at the two boys.

"I'm Sam." Sam held out his hand. "And this is my brother Dean. We're John Winchesters sons." Gabe grasped their hands firmly, welcoming them in.

"I used to hunt with your dad." he explained, his immediate trust slightly unnerving them. "But I stopped when my wife left." The brothers exchanged a look at the fact, Sam quickly explaining the point of their visit.

"I had a hunch." he finished. "That could lead to something bad." Gabe shook his head.

"A lot of strange things happen here." he sighed. "I never suspected any supernatural activities."

Dean grimaced as Sam smiled politely. "I would still like to check around." Gabe nodded, understanding Sam's worry.

"You're welcome to stay here." he smiled. "I'll show you to the guest room after we've eaten."

Dean gazed out the window, as a small car pulled up near the house, before turning back to his brother. The front door shook and Gabe sighed, heaving himself off the sofa and motioning for them to stay sitting. "It's my daughter." he explained as the sound of knocking started. He left the lounge, shouting through the door. "Have you forgotten your keys?" Dean chuckled. "Then you owe me 5 dollars."

A loud grumbling sounded from behind the door as Gabe clicked open the lock.

"There you go." came a girls voice, before Gabe led her back to the lounge, a five dollar bill clutched in his hand. His daughter's eyes flickered between the brothers before she sat down opposite them.

"Where did you get this?" her father asked, confusion flitting over his face.

"I won a bet." she answered, frowning as Dean nudged Sam in amusement.

"My type of woman." he chuckled, wincing as Sam hit him.

"What bet?" Gabe asked angrily, hovering near Chloe.

"I bet Clark would fall over before talking to Lana." she grinned widely. "And I won." Sam glanced at her, thinking that it would be hard to predict. Gabe seemed to be thinking the same thing.

"How could you know that would happen?" Gabe asked.

"It's a statistical fact." she giggled. "Clark Kent can't get within five feet of Lana Lang without turning into a total freak show."

Dean sniggered. Sam's eyes widened as Chloe's gaze turned to them

"Who are you?" she asked, dumping her bag onto the floor.

"I'm Dean." he smirked, running his eyes up her body. She rolled her eyes as Sam held out his hand.

"I'm Sam, his brother." Chloe smiled at him and he blushed. She reached for his hand, pausing when her phone started to ring. She removed her hand and started to rummage through her bag, withdrawing her phone. She pressed a button, her eyes flickering across the screen, before grabbing the television remote from the armrest by Sam. She pressed a top button, smiling as a dark, handsome boy appeared on the screen.

Gabe's eyes widened. "is that Clark?" he asked. Chloe's grin widened.

Earlier today, Lex Luthor lost control of his Porsche, driving it off a bridge. Local freshman, Clark Kent, dived in after him, performing CPR to allow Lex to regain consciousness.

As the news reader expanded on the story, Dean snorted. "This is the same guy who falls over near that girl." he chuckled, while Chloe continued to gaze at the young man's image. She turned off the television when another news article began.

"I don't need dinner." She told her father. "I'll be getting an exclusive interview with the man of the hour." Grabbing her phone, she left the room.

Gabe sighed. "If you need anything, just ask." Dean shook his head but Sam nodded.

"Could we use your computer?" he asked, his gaze locked on the large piece of machinery in the corner.

"Of course, but it's really slow." Gabe grimaced before walking to the kitchen.

Sam walked over to the computer, turning it on and opening the Internet Browser.

"Gabe was right, this is slow." Dean sighed, pushing Sam aside to type in 'Smallville, scarecrow in field." He pressed enter before lounging back in his chair.

Chloe's door slammed shut as she emerged from her room. She rushed down the stairs, catching sight of the brothers at the computer.

"Clark didn't feel like an interview." she explained, pulling a chair up next to them. "What are you looking for?"

"Sam had a hunch about some guy, tied up in a field as a scarecrow, dying in a field in Smallville." Dean said. Chloe raised an eyebrow.

"That's pretty specific for a hunch." she laughed. "If it's any help, Pete and Clark say that every year, the football team choose a freshman and hang him up like a scarecrow before the big game." Sam looked at her, unable to believe the strange ritual she described. "Years of therapy waiting to happen." Sam chuckled. "If you're looking for a death, try Riley's field, 1989."

"Why?" asked Sam, flinching as Chloe gently laid a hand on his arm, allowing her to see the screen more clearly.

"Clark says the scarecrows are hung up in Riley's field and that's one of the meteor strikes." Dean frowned.

"What's with all the meteors anyway?" he asked.

"Look it up," Chloe teased, leaning over Sam to reach the keyboard. Sam glanced at Dean, eyes wide. She quickly typed in a different search term; 'Riley's field death, 1989' and pressed enter.

Nothing.

Sam sighed, hands covering his face.

"Maybe it was a bad hunch." Dean grumbled, but Chloe shook her head.

"Maybe you're not looking for the right thing." she told them, getting up as Gabe called them to dinner.

*

Sam held the door open as Chloe clambered into the back seat of the Impala. As she passed the front mirror, she grinned at Dean.

"You don't have to drive me to school." she whined, laughing as Sam shook his head.

"It's on the way." Dean said, causing Chloe to laugh harder.

"Not if you're going to Riley field." Sam frowned, checking the map before nodding in agreement.

"Well, you're in now." Dean grumbled, pulling away from the pavement. For a few minutes, they sat in silence.

"Chloe, tell us about yourself." Sam ordered, making Dean snort in disbelief. Almost immediately, Chloe blushed and pointed out the window in an attempt to move the attention away from herself. When it failed, she started to talk.

"I'm 15, a freshman at Smallville High. I'm the main reporter for the Torch, the school newspaper. My best friends are Clark Kent and Pete Ross. My hobby is investigating all things weird here in Smallville."

The brothers frowned at her hobby, before Dean spoke once more.

"So you like the supernatural?"

"I've never had any reason to believe in the supernatural." she replied. "I prefer the unexplained or the paranormal, like mutants." She looked at Sam. "Do you believe in it?"

"Yes." he told her. "We've come across many things that can only be explained by the supernatural." Chloe laughed.

"My dad always tries to explain things that way, but I always prove him wrong." Sam laughed with her, stopping when Dean pulled up to the school. "Thanks." She grabbed her bag, before climbing over, waving goodbye as a black boy sidled up to her, telling a joke which immediately made her laugh.

Sam grimaced as Dean turned the car round, driving away from the school towards the field.

Although it was full of corn, the field was empty. Dean had the homemade EMF in his hand and was scouring the field. Sam was on his hands and knees, searching the ground.

"Sam, there's nothing here." Dean cursed as he tripped over a rock. "What was that?" he picked up the green rock, chucking it up and down.

Sam looked up at it. "It doesn't look natural." he pointed out.

"Maybe it's a meteor rock?" Dean suggested, dropping it. "How about we go to the library and read up on Smallville?" he grimaced. "You might find something." Sam shook his head in amusement.

"Maybe I was dreaming about the meteor shower, not the scarecrow."

Dean shook his head. "I doubt the scarecrow was there for your entertainment." he grumbled, leaving the field. "You coming?"

*

Chloe thanked the bus driver as she stumbled off the bus, a folder clutched under her arm; her other hand waving to Pete. Through the window she glimpsed the brothers talking to her father. Sam had a look of utter frustration on his face as he massaged his temples. Dean was furiously examining a map.

She unlocked the door quietly, before announcing her arrival, laughing as they jumped in shock.

She moved into the living room, dumping the folder on the coffee table, ignoring her father's sigh.

"You're home early." he smiled.

"I didn't feel like staying at school." Gabe shot her a confused look. "Clark never came to school today." Sam frowned as she sat between the two brothers, leaning forward to open the folder, revealing it to be full of rough articles and layouts for the following day.

Dean picked up a small, typed article, chuckling.

"You fancy Clark and you still make him write stories on the exciting new cafeteria menu."

"I do not fancy Clark." she snapped, grabbing the article and placing it back in its correct place.

Sam, however, was reading the main article, titled 'CHAMPION JOCK FOUND COMATOSE'.

"What's this?" he asked, turning his gaze to the blonde.

"A former jock was found in his workshop in a coma. All evidence seems to point to a freak electrical malfunction." she paused. "But I think someone electrocuted him on purpose."

Sam glanced at her, wondering how she could come to that idea.

"They found a picture of him and his fellow jocks cracked on the floor. It doesn't seem like a typical malfunction."

She gathered the folder up in her arms, smirking at the worried Sam. "Now I'll leave you two alone to your investigative work."

As she strode out the room, Sam leant towards Dean. "What if this spirit is somehow electrocuting people? If its hurting former jocks, it could be getting revenge for being strung up like a scarecrow." Sam suggested.

"I understand the idea of revenge but we don't even know if there is a spirit." Dean sighed. "And if there was, why would he be electrocuting them?"

*

When Chloe's alarm went off, she pulled herself out of bed before getting dressed, slipping a pink flower behind her ear. She rushed downstairs, grabbing some toast from the kitchen before moving into the main room. She frowned, seeing the two brothers hunched over the computer.

"Why doesn't it work?" the eldest grumbled, as Sam shook his head.

"I don't know, I've searched for everything." he grimaced. Chloe snuck up behind them, quickly reading the screen.

"Why are you assuming someone died in Riley field?" she asked, exasperated as both men looked up, startled. They exchanged looks before pushing away from the computer, giving up the search.

"Maybe it was just an electrical malfunction?" Dean admitted quietly to Sam, but Chloe heard and sighed in disbelief. As Sam turned round to face her, her phone rang. She held up her finder, lifting the phone to her ear.

Her eyes widened and she quickly grabbed her purse, muttering a swift 'See you there'. She hung up, turning to the Winchesters.

"Another jock was found, comatose." She told them quickly, grimacing as Dean grabbed his car keys. "You're giving me a lift?" he nodded. She didn't say anything, ushering them both to the car, clumsily falling into the backseat and directing them to where she was going.

At the large crowd she jumped out the car and was greeted by Pete and a tall boy in plaid, before pushing her way to the front of the crowd.

"That's Clark Kent?" Sam muttered to Dean as he looked for a parking space. "He's far too good looking. Shouldn't he be modelling?"

"Jealous?" taunted Dean, chuckling as he pulled up in a side-street.

Sam shot him an annoyed look as they joined the large crowd, catching sight of Chloe on the opposite side. She grimaced, and then Pete nudged her, saying something. She shook her head, raising her camera before answering. She took the photo, making the brothers try to see what she had caught on the camera. When they looked back, Clark was making his way out the crowd, the others following him.

They frowned as Chloe held Pete back, asking him a question. The boy glanced at Clark before asking her something instead of answering. She sighed as the crowd engulfed her.

"We've lost her." Dean smirked. "Let's look into this." He pulled a fake badge out his pocket, before pulling Sam with him into the crime scene.

*

Chloe slowly closed the front door, hearing now familiar sounds of frustration from the living room. She wanted to grin but was upset after an earlier conversation with Clark.

"There's nothing here suggesting supernatural activity." Dean groaned. Chloe made her way towards them, throwing herself down on the opposite sofa.

"Chloe, go to your room. We're discussing something." her father said from a nearby chair. Chloe didn't move, making an awkward silence fall over the group.

"You're talking about scarecrow boy, right?" Sam nodded. "I know the whole story." she boasted, removing two pieces of paper from her bag. She slapped the first one, a black-and-white photograph, onto the table. "Jeremy Creek, 1989." Sam recognised him from his dream, nudging Dean to show his familiarity. She lay the next image down. "Jeremy Creek, today."

"Impossible." sighed Sam, disregarding the evidence.

"Leave us alone Chloe." sighed Gabe. Chloe pushed a newspaper cutting onto the table.

"Comatose teen found in field, twenty yards from meteor shower." she read aloud as Dean read the rest of the article over her shoulder, having moved round to see her information more clearly.

"Out-of-body experience?" he suggested.

"He must have been removed from life support." Sam stated. "It's been twelve years."

"He was never removed from life support." she told them.

"Why hasn't he aged?" asked Sam, re-examining the pictures. Chloe smiled knowingly, moving to sit next to Sam. Dean followed her.

"I think it was exposure to the blast but somehow he suffered a massive electrolyte imbalance." Gabe sighed at her explanation.

"It doesn't explain how he's hurting people now, if it's even him." Dean sounded exasperated.

"Last week, there was a massive electrical storm at the hospital and the generator cut out." Chloe looked at the men, noticing that none had any idea what she was getting at. "Jeremy was gone when the lights came back on."

"How did that happen?" Sam wondered.

"Demonic possession?" Dean suggested. "The circumstances could suggest demonic activity."

Chloe laughed; her eyes wide. "You guys are real weirdoes." she exclaimed. "My theory is that the meteors made this town go schizo. The rocks affect people."

Dean shook his head. "You're as weird as us." Chloe frowned, getting up.

"Fine, don't believe me." she excused herself from the room.

"I don't know what's going on, but it's not our normal gig." Dean sighed. "What do you think we'll need?

*

Chloe emerged from her room, eyes widening as she saw all the weapons around the two men. She leant carefully against the doorframe, taking care not to wrinkle her clothes.

"Are you going after him?" she asked. Sam looked up first, a low gasp escaping from his lips as he took in her appearance. A dark dress clung to her figure and her hair was tied up ornately.

Dean looked up too, whistling his agreement. Chloe blushed, spinning round as Gabe shot glares at the brothers.

"Why are you all dressed?" her father asked.

"Homecoming Dance, dad." she explained and he tensed.

"Who's taking you?" his voice had gained a protective edge.

"Pete." she paused. "We're going as friends." Her father visibly relaxed, while Chloe fidgeted nervously.

The doorbell rang and Chloe opened it. She giggled at something Pete said and then span round once more. She wished the brothers good luck before leaving the house.

Sam quickly grabbed a bag, moving away from the house towards the car. Dean slid into the driver's seat, pulling out of the parking space and heading towards Riley's field.

The field was similar to before, the only difference being the lights glowing through the corn.

"Car headlights." Dean told Sam, a torch spawning in his hand. He turned slowly, illuminating a figure in the darkness.

"Who's that?" whispered Sam, as they approached it. As they grew closer, it turned, torch in one hand, necklace in another.

"Who are you?" he asked. Dean lowered his torch, so the man did the same.

"I'm Dean and this is my brother Sam." Dean said quickly. "You?"

"Lex Luthor." he replied, and Dean frowned. "Did you see Clark Kent pass you?"

"No." Dean shook his head. "Why?"

"I just removed him from a cross. He had an 'S' painted on his chest." He sighed. "He needs to go to hospital."

To Lex's astonishment, Dean sniggered.

"Clark was this year's scarecrow." he shared a look with Sam. "He's more of a loser than I thought." Lex looked confused but quickly stalked off.

Sam led Dean past where Lex was originally standing, stopping when he saw a wooden cross.

"Biblical or what?" Dean muttered as Sam looked around.

"He's got rid of the jocks." Sam exclaimed, frustrated. "Where would he go now?"

"Nothing." Dean groaned, leading Sam back to the car.

*

Chloe laughed loudly, her gaze fixed on the three trucks piled on top of each other. Whitney Fordman was still yelling, asking for whoever had done it.

She shivered. Looking down, she saw a small trail of water, seeping into her shoes. She barked one final laugh, hitching her dress up above her ankles, wading through the water round to the back of the school.

A truck was lodged through the school wall, breaking through a water pipe, which was steadily spitting water onto Chloe's hair and dress.

She grimaced, squeezing herself through the thin gap between the truck and the wall, the rough plaster scraping her arms.

Jeremy Creek lay slumped in the front seat.

He turned his empty gaze to her and she struggled to reach her phone.

"Where am I?" he whispered. "Take me home." Reluctantly she nodded, dialling 911 and explaining the situation.

"Chloe?" Pete called through the gap, watching as she forced herself back to the other side, sopping wet, her arms bleeding.

He scooped her into his arms, bringing her back to his car.

The drive back was silent, so Chloe was thankful when Pete stopped next to the black Impala before leading her to her front door.

She waved him goodbye, unlocking the door.

The three men sat in the kitchen, frustrated. Chloe laughed weakly at their expressions. The men looked up, gaping at her drowned appearance.

"What happened?" asked Sam.

She shivered, mumbling thanks as her father draped a towel around her. She sat in the small space between the two brothers, leaving no gap between them, absorbing their body heat.

"I found Jeremy crashed in the school." she told them, shocked expressions appearing on their faces. "He was soaking wet, and couldn't remember a thing. I think he accidentally electrocuted himself." She grinned. "And someone piled up the jocks trucks."

Gabe laughed, turning an expectant gaze to his daughter, "Did you dance with Clark? he asked.

She stopped grinning. "No, he didn't show."

"He was this year's scarecrow." Dean laughed. "Lex Luthor let him down." Chloe frowned with worry, while Gabe picked Chloe's camera up from the table.

"Why don't you dance with Sam?" he suggested. "He looks similar."

"He doesn't." she laughed, holding out her hand.

"I need one picture of you all dressed up."

Dean burst into laughter when Sam roughly grabbed her hand and placed a hand on her waist. She grinned at the formal position, her father pressing play on the CD player. They began to sway slowly, Chloe still laughing.

"Are you staying?" she asked them. Sam loosened his grip, turning to Dean, who quickly grabbed Chloe, holding her looser than Sam had.

"There are no cases for us to solve at the moment." Dean sighed. "We've looked. If Gabe will let us, we'll stay until we find another one."

I hope you enjoyed it.

Now I've read it through, I'm not too sure about Chloe either.

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Thanks -Artjuice-