Fic: Shell Game (1/1)

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Shell Game (1/1)
By: Pen37
Rating: G all the way baby!
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue. 
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Sam, Chloe, Dean
Pairing: None
Summary: They were playing a shell game with the forces of evil. 
Beta: xtremeroswellia

I wrote this drabble to fulfill the week 3 prompt for firstline_fic. 
Prompt: ___ watched the coffee pot with sleepy eyes.
The story is also being submitted for the Crossovers100 challenge. Prompt #80  Island  The table is here. 

Chloe watched the coffee pot with sleepy eyes. She was finding it difficult to stay awake, and she hoped whatever blend that Ollie's crew kept stocked on the Artemis-Enterprises frigate would give her the kick she needed. 

The humid air that circulated just off the coast of the Yucatan, and the ship's gentle rocking didn't help. With a tired sigh, Chloe Sullivan huddled over a Coleman lantern, and squinted at an old map. 

She forced her eyes open, and blinked to keep the topographical lines from blurring together. Out in the moonlight, she could just make out the outline of an island. The island's name sounded beautiful and lyrical in Spanish. But it roughly translated to: The Island of the Death of Souls. Somewhere under all that vegetation, she knew that there were the ruins of an ancient Mayan temple. 

Her thoughts turned to Dean and his brother, probably sleeping in a motel somewhere in Southern Ohio when not tracking the Mothman. 

The three of them were playing a shell game with the forces of evil. As long as the things that went bump in the night were paying attention to what the brothers Winchester were doing, they weren't watching her.

She'd spoken with Sam on her satellite phone earlier, just long enough to reassure them that she hadn't been eaten by a jaguar, and to hear Dean yelling in the background that they would pick her up in Corpus Christi when she was done playing Tomb Raider. 

She could take all the jokes Dean could dish out. Deep down, she knew he missed her. Just like deep down, he knew her solo adventure was important. Somewhere on that island, there was a Mayan ceremonial dagger that just might be able to kill a yellow-eyed demon. And no force on earth was going to keep her from putting it into their hands.