If You'll Be My Lifeboat

Title: Fire and Ice
Author: vinniebatman
Fandom: Supernatural/Smallville
Pairings: For this one, Sam Winchester/Clark Kent
Rating/Warnings: This one is teen.
Disclaimer: I hired a pack of ninjas to kidnap Joss and Kripke; they were threatened with hot poker torture, chainsaws, and an exorcism. I now own all. Thank you. *Doctor's Note: Patient exhibits delusions of grandeur and any claims of ownership of either Supernatural or Smallville (and the creators of the characters therein) are pure fantasy. No harm is meant. Seriously, it's better than her throwing rocks at people.*
A/N: Okay, so I read a couple of stories showing Sam in love with various other characters. But what if he'd fallen for them while in Stanford? How would that have changed the night of the demon's return?
All parts areHERE in my memories
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The Impala roared through the streets of Palo Alto toward Sam's apartment. It was late, the city enveloped in the quiet hush of a Sunday night.

"So what kind of law you wanna go into? Corporate?" Dean asked, smirking.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, I want to spend hours going over contracts to make rich people richer. Nah, I want to be a prosecutor, put the bad guys away. Not exactly demon hunting, but it still needs to be done."

Dean smirked. "So, Sammy, about your boyfriend...."

Sam raised an eyebrow and glared. "Don't say anything, Dean."

Dean shot his brother an innocent look.

"I wasn't going to say anything! Just that he's, you know, really pretty."

"Shut up, Dean," Sam growled as his brother laughed.

They fell silent and Sam stared out the window.

"Dean, are you... okay with this?" he asked softly.

"Sam, can't say I wasn't surprised that you're chasing after men.  Can't say I understand it, either.  But you were smiling like a little school girl around him.  You're happy, guess that's all-."

As Dean pulled into the apartment complex's parking lot, he stopped short and tensed.

"What's wrong, Dean?"

Dean jerked his chin toward the parking lot.  "Asphalt's covered in glass," he murmured, carefully steering his baby around the glass toward a parking space.

Once parked, they quickly got out of the car. Dean looked at the ground, trying to locate the source.

"No," Sam whispered.

Dean's head snapped toward his little brother, and his heart nearly stopped at the heartbreak and loss on Sammy's face.  Following his brother's gaze, he saw the broken window of Sam's apartment.  The younger Winchester moved toward the building.

"Sammy, wait!" Dean whispered harshly, moving forward to grab Sam's arm.  "It's quiet right now, but you can't help him if you just go running in there."

Pulling Sam toward the Impala's trunk, Dean quickly opened it and pulled out two shotguns.  He handed one to his brother. "Consecrated silver rounds."

Sam nodded and the two brothers went inside, silently moving up the stairs.  They paused at the apartment door and listened.  They could hear movement inside. Sam moved to the door and grabbed the doorknob, slowly twisting it; it was unlocked.  He turned toward Dean, who nodded.  Sam quietly opened the door and the two brother's rushed in, guns drawn.  Papers were strewn about, knick knacks and pictures scattered.  They could hear two voices in the bedroom, one male, one female.

Dean frowned.  Who? he mouthed.

Sam mouthed back Friend.

They listened.

"Okay, so you got out of shower, and this guy with yellow eyes shows up and pins you to the ceiling using telekinesis?" came the doubtful voice of the female. "Okay, we've seen some weird stuff, but this is just...."

"Insane.  Then I could feel something, like he was tugging on my guts or something.  The he started to look really confused, like he was trying to do something."

Sam and Dean looked at each other, frowning.  They walked into the bedroom, then stopped short, stunned.  Clark sat on the bed in red pajama bottoms and nothing else, his blue eyes wide with shock.  A cute blond girl was sitting next to him, dressed in pajamas and a jacket, a cell phone and car keys in her hands.  And near the doorway stood a wispy black figure with yellow eyes, its form enveloped in a thick, misshapen block of ice.  Clark and the girl jumped to their feet.

"What the hell?" Sam muttered, staring at the frozen figure.

"Holy shit it's the demon," Dean said, his eyes wide.

The puzzle pieces clicked inside Sam's mind.

"He was here because of me," he said.  "He came here to kill you," he whispered, looking at Clark.  Sam rushed forward and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, burying his face in Clark's neck.  Stepping back, he studied Clark's torso.

"But you're okay.  He tried to cut, but he didn't, you're okay," Sam said, puzzled as he ran his hand over Clark's stomach.

"Okay, sorry to interrupt the happy reunion, but what you mean 'demon?'" the blond yelled.

Dean turned to face her and smiled.

"Hi, Dean Winchester," he said.  The girl rolled her eyes.

"Chloe Sullivan.  And what do you mean 'demon?'" Clark pulled away from Sam.

"How do you know what that thing is?" Clark asked his boyfriend.

"I've got a better question: how the hell did you freeze it?" Dean asked.

Chloe looked between the three men, each of whom wore confused and guarded expressions.

"Oh for God's sake! Okay, how about we all just lay our cards on the table!  Dean, you said this was a demon: you mean a real hellfire and brimstone demon?" she asked.

Dean let his eyes travel over the blond.  She was smart, cute, and feisty as hell. "Yeah, it's a real demon.  Demons, monsters and ghosts are real.  This son of a bitch killed our Mom."

"Okay, so demons are real. Strange and scary, but not that unbelievable," she said.  She turned toward Clark.  "You should tell them."

The tall young man paled.  "I can't, what, I mean what if they don't believe me," he whispered, staring at Sam nervously.

Rolling her eyes, Chloe walked over to the corner of the room and picked up a baseball bat that was propped in the corner.

"Either of you happen to have a knife?" she asked.  Frowning, Dean pulled a knife out from under his jacket.  He handed it to the Chloe handle first.  She walked up to Clark and quickly slashed the knife at his chest. 

"Don't!" Sam yelled, rushing forward to grab Chloe's arm. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Uh, Sammy, take a look at your boy toy."  Sam turned and saw Clark's unmarked body.  He dropped Chloe's arm.

"But I thought...."

"I did try to cut him, but...." Chloe trailed off, holding up the knife.  Its blade was slightly bent, the sharpened edge suddenly flat.

"My knife!" Dean yelled.

"Sorry, Dean," she said, handing it back to him.  She handed the bat to Clark.  "Here you go, Clark. Break it."

Clark smiled sheepishly at his boyfriend before easily snapping the bat in half.

"Oh my God," Sam murmured.

"Damn," Dean muttered in awe.  "Just don't break anything important on my brother, okay?"

Clark blushed.

"Okay, so Clark isn't human, he's an alien," Chloe declared.

Dean and Sam stared, then Dean smirked.

"Had to go to another planet just to get laid, eh Sammy?"

Clark blushed again.

"Actually, my home planet was destroyed, so my parents sent to Earth to be raised," he said.

"Yeah, you know that meteor shower that happened in the '80s?" Chloe asked.  "That was cover for Clark's ship. Being on Earth gives him abilities different from a normal human.  He has immense strength, speed, heat vision, X-ray vision, super-hearing and super-breath.  The super-breath is a new one.  Oh, and he's pretty much invulnerable."

Dean snorted.  "Super-breath?" he asked, grinning widely.  "You are one lucky bastard, Sammy."

"Yeah, my breath is really strong.  It can move really heavy objects, or even freeze things," Clark explained, blushing at Dean's insinuations.  Sam was simply staring at his boyfriend in surprise.  Clark faced his boyfriend, nervous.  "Are you okay, Sam?"

Sam shook his head, then smiled.  "Damn, I thought I had the corner on strange families.  This is incredible.  Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, cupping Clark's face.

"Yeah, I'm fine Sam."

"So what exactly happened Ole Yeller here?" Dean asked.

"He pinned me to the ceiling and tried to cut me, I guess.  It got confused, then flames started to spring up.  I couldn't break free from his hold, so I blew the flames out and kind of knocked it back.  I guess that broke its concentration, so it dropped me and I got the chance to freeze him."

"So what do we do with it now?" Chloe asked, looking at the demon.

Dean smirked as he pulled out his cell phone.  The phone clicked as he took a picture with his camera.

"Dad is gonna love this."