Summary: It was only a matter of time until Chloe and the Winchesters found out about each other.

A/N: I came up with this idea when reading about some less-than-pleased reviews on Smallville. Many people expressed their desire for Chloe to join SPN. So, that's what I did...sort of...

Chloe took a deep breath as the web browser booted up. It felt good to be back behind her laptop. It was her personal therapy. All she needed was a cup of coffee and a keyboard, and she could forget all her worries.

Or at least pretend to.

It was kind of hard to forget her worries when she was researching them. But no matter how freaked out she was, she couldn't curb her curiosity. Ever since finding out she had come back from the dead—thanks to her not-so-dormant meteor powers—she had been researching other stories like hers.

She wasn't completely sure what she'd do if she found someone with her particular brand of meteor power, but she kept looking. She needed information. She needed to know what she was dealing with. Coming back from the dead—healing someone then coming back from the dead—wasn't something that was covered on WebMD. It was going to take her digging skills to find any information.

Unfortunately, all she'd found so far were a few stories about people who'd been brought back from the edge of death thanks to their medical staff. They weren't the answers she was looking for. Her medical staff had locked her body up in a morgue. They'd had nothing to do with her resurrection.

She pursed her lips and tried another search, seeking out sites and connections the average Google user wouldn't bother looking for.

Bank Robber Linked to Dead St. Louis Murderer.

As far as leads went, she'd seen worse. She just hoped she'd finally found something more than a simple hospital miracle or case of mistaken identity.

She wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of sharing powers with a murderer, but if it gave her the answers she was looking for…

She clicked the link.

Sam took a sip of his coffee as he read over that morning's newspaper. After browsing the obituaries and coming up empty handed, he'd turned to the news hoping to find a case. It had been a week since Lincoln and Sam was itching for a hunt. He needed something to distract him from his thoughts.

His research to get Dean out his deal would never stop, but that didn't mean he wanted to think about everything that went with his brother's suicidal deal. Pain. Torture. Damnation.

It would have been so much easier if he hated his brother.

Body Stolen from Smallville Medical Center. There. He'd found it.

He felt a moment of relief, as he started reading the article. A stolen corpse could just be someone's sick idea of a joke, or it could be a case.

He really hoped it was a case.

Dean Winchester. Born January 24, 1979. "Died" March 7, 2006.

Chloe gave an impressed hum, as she read over Dean's police record. His body had been found at the scene of a crime in Missouri. Then about a year later, he turned up at a bank robbery a few states over. The police weren't able to explain his miraculous reincarnation, but they were still looking into it (at least since the time of the article).

So far, the theories ranged from a twin to plastic surgery. No one believed he'd actually risen from the dead. But then, the police were generally skeptical of anything out of the range of "normal."

With an uncertain sigh, Chloe pushed her laptop away and looked over at her death certificate. She never thought she'd find herself relating to a—possibly meteor infected—killer. It was usually her job to help stop men like Dean, not seek common, power-influenced, ground. Then again, she never thought she would been part of the meteor infected category.

Life as she knew it was changing, and so far Dean Winchester was the only one who seemed to hold at least some of the answers.

If anything, she could at least learn from his example. It was only a matter of time before her death and resurrection became a problem. She needed to take a cue from Dean and make sure people didn't start digging around in her life. The fact that she was alive took away any chance of the police digging up a body, but there was still the small problem of official hospital documents.

First step was to burn the hardcopy. Second step would involve some more computer magic.

And then she was going to do some more research on Dean Winchester. She was a reporter after all. Meteor Freak or not.

"Smallville, Kansas?"

Sam's mouth quirked at Bobby's astounded tone. It wasn't often he surprised the older man. "Yeah, a body went missing at the local hospital and I think it might be a case."

"You mean you're hoping it's a case," Bobby translated, giving Sam a knowing look.

He didn't bother arguing. Nodding, instead. "Yeah."

Bobby shrugged. "I've heard rumors of supernatural activity there, but no hunter has ever found anything legitimate. If you ask me, it's just a town full of crazies."

"What about the two meteor showers?" Sam pressed, because he couldn't let his case disappear before he had a real chance to investigate it.

"What about them?"

No automatic denial, which meant there was still a chance. "Well according to some citizens, the meteors have the ability to give humans special abilities."

"You mean like superpowers?"

It was Sam's turn to shrug. "I guess."

"Well I know supernatural, not comics. I don't know what to tell you about some magic, space rocks." Bobby handed Sam back the article on the missing corpse then gestured over his shoulder to where Dean was packing the Impala. "But if you can convince your brother to check it out, keep me posted."

"Really?" That wasn't the response he'd been expecting.

"Yeah." Bobby smirked. "I've got a bet going with another hunter that the entire town is nuts. If you can prove it I'm up a hundred bucks."

"Smallville?" Dean asked after giving the article Sam had placed in his hands a once over. His surprised tone echoed Bobby's.

"Yeah, I think there might be a case."

At the word case Dean smiled. "Well then, what are we waiting for?"

To Be Continued…