Clark Kent (Supernatural / Smallville ) AU Crossover

Chapter 11

For a while he's just been looking at you. You're wondering if he's trying to concote some kind of lie or plan.

"You're still very beautiful (Y/N)."

Your face twists in disgust.

"Dude seriously! You're wearing the face of my brother, are you really hitting on me right now!"

You can't believe this.

He looks away.

"I apologise."

You just shrug it off.

"Whatever, just spill."

He finally looks back at you.

"You try to pretend, but I can see through you."

"You don't know me Michael."

"I know you, better than you know yourself."

You swallow, shifting. Right about now you'd like to push it all down. Staring at him, you can see those wings so clearly. Your abilities are a lot stronger than when he first met you, maybe that's why everything he says seems to be a trigger for those months you spent together.

That time.

"So I'm just wondering, how come you look human?"

"This appearance is a copy of a human I saw on a screen."

He points to the television.

"I believe the name was Nicholas Hoult."

Your eyes widened.

"Oh shit, I knew this guy looked familiar, you copied a freaking celebrity, that's awesome!"

You're laughing and he looks confused.

"This is amusing to you?"

"Of course, you're walking around with an actor's face, it's freaking hilarious."

You're laughing again and he just watches.

"My true form is hard for humans to perceive. You're the first one who's ever seen me." Your laughter dies down, and this time you look at him.

"So the glowing and those wings.."

"Yes."

You're not sure how to feel about that. Even less now that you know you're the only one who sees it. You mean to ask more questions, but the ringing of your cell phone catches your attention. The minute you see the caller ID, you press the end button.

You wish Dean would just give up. You've gotten a few calls from Sam as well, so you can only guess that they're travelling together again.

"Damn hypocrite."

He gave a big self righteous speech about family staying together, but then he ran off. Now he's probably kicking it with Dean and he wants you to just come back and act like a happy family. That's laughable.

"You're upset."

"Wow, you don't say."

You don't mean to be snappy, it's just not something you like to talk about. Then again, it's not like you have anyone else to talk to. Dropping the phone on the dresser, you look at him.

"It's my brothers." You explain.

He looks thoughtful and you just reach for the remote. Maybe a crappy movie will distract you from your sucky life choices.

"You don't speak to your brothers?"

"Nope, I left them to do my own thing. Our dad had this shitty plan and I wasn't interested, so I tried to be normal, but that didn't work either. So now I spend my time in busted hotels chasing after every evil son of a bitch so I can gank them. Yep, I'm living the life."

You're still clicking through the channels.

You're a little annoyed, because it's been months since you've had even a drop of alcohol. With your brothers at least you got a beer here and there. Unfortunately not many people are interested in selling beer to minors.

"Curse you youth!"

The best you get is grape soda.

"I understand how you feel."

"Yeah, sure you do wings." You're not paying much attention to him.

"I have a brother too."

Maybe it's the tone that causes you to look over. For a minute you almost forget who you're talking to. If you remember right, his brother is quite literally the devil.

"Oh shit...Sorry I-"

"You don't have to apologise."

He sounds agitated and before you can work up an apology, he's gone.

"Good going (Y/N)."

You drop back on the bed in defeat.

For the next week you don't really see him at all. You expect as much. Anyone would be pissed at your comments.

The next time you do see him, he's sitting in the room that you've just booked. You're a bit relieved. Closing the door, you put your bag on the table.

"I was starting to think you abandoned me." You joke.

Your hope was to ease the tension, but he's never had much of a sense of humour.

You deflate.

"Listen Michael, I'm sorry. I was being insensitive. I was sitting there whining about my brothers when yours is literally the worst in every possible way."

You can't imagine such a situation being easy for him, but you get it, dysfunctional family is your specialty. Moving to his side on the bed, you reach over a bit hesitant. When you place your hand over his. He doesn't poof away again which is a relief. He finally looks at you, you're happy he doesn't look as upset as before.

"I don't think there's really anything I can say to help you, but I do know how hard it is, especially with family."

Maybe you reach him, because he turns his hand over, taking your hand. The gesture actually makes you blush. His eyes now seem to be studying your face.

"Your face is red, is something wrong?"

He looks ready to heal any injury and you laugh bashfully.

"I-I'm fine, don't worry about it."

This time he lifts both his hands, cupping your cheeks and your eyes widen. It's almost like he's trying to understand what's happening.

"Is this normal occurrence for humans?"

His face is way too close.

"I...uh..um.."

You're babbling incoherently.

He might actually give you a heart attack, that has to be his end goal.