Title: A Thing of Radiance
Characters: Chloe, Bobby, Sam, Dean
Disclaimer: Dont own
Summary: When Chloe found out about the ugly truth of her past, she went to find her father, Bobby Singer. Now hunting and living with him, Chloe must keep her meteor abilities hidden from other hunters or they might try to hunt her. According to Bobby she should especially keep it secret from a hunter named John Winchester, who only saw black or white...good and evil...and then Sam and Dean arrive.
Written for my LiveJournal Paranormal25 150 Prompt Table. Prompt of the day # 11: Radiant Boys
Chloe had been more subdued than she'd been since...ever...as the sons of the man Bobby had warned her against spoke to her father in the living room. She tried ignoring them as best as possible, watching the television she'd made Bobby when she'd moved in, but she could hear snippets of the boys conversation. Apparently Gigantor had been studying in Stanford, pre-law or something like that, when Pervinator had broke into the apartment he shared with his best friend and roommate, saying that their father, the Bigot, was missing. Gigantor hadn't really seemed all that worried at first, but Pervinator had convinced him that Bigot was in trouble and needed them to find and rescue him. So Gigantor had gone with Pervinator to find Bigot, had found a Lady in White instead, put down her ghost, and by the time they returned to Gigantor's apartment it was on fire and his roommate was dead and there'd been someone standing in the fire watching them with a smirk.
Apparently something similar had happened to their mother years ago, and that was why Gigantor had left Stanford to avenge his best friend's murder and to find the thing that had killed them both. And also, they were still trying to find Bigot. They'd found his journal, but that was about it.
So they'd come to Bobby to see if he knew anything about Bigot or could help them find him.
Of course, they had no idea that Bigot was the last person Bobby wanted to see.
Bobby had pulled back even further from the hunter world after Chloe's mutation had become active, and if it wasn't the fact that he didn't seem to really mind it she would have felt a little guilty.
"I talked to him two days ago. He was asking me about demons." Bobby spoke.
Chloe looked back at them, more obviously this time.
And it happened again.
Ever since they'd stepped into her house hours ago, there'd been something that bothered Chloe about the brothers...and it wasn't the knowledge of whom their father was.
Ever so often there was this slight shimmer around them, it'd caught her eye time and time again, and now it was getting brighter, more distinguishable.
Chloe realized that the more relaxed, unfocused she looked at it, the more it slowly began to come into focus...
Her eyes widened a she finally made out what the shimmer was.
"About that Lady in White you all put down in Jericho." Chloe seemed to be looking at nothing as the men turned to look at her. "You said it was the ghosts of her children who ended up taking her to the other side, right?"
"Did she have a son?" Chloe asked, trying to keep her eyes unfocused as more and more the image grew sharper.
"Yeah." Pervinator. "Yeah, a boy and a girl."
"Oh." She gulped down the urge to give a little squeak and forced herself to remain calm, standing up and walking away up the stairs, knowing the men watched her in confusion before shrugging and returning to their conversation.
The blonde felt slightly sick as she went to the attic, but she pushed back the feeling and reminded herself that she was just being bigoted as well. Other people would feel this way around her if they found out, Gigantor and Pervinator would, and she---she couldn't do the same thing to it--him.
Finding the ball she'd been looking for, Chloe grabbed the tennis ball and headed back down slowly, noticing the slight shimmy between Sam and Dean.
Going to the back of the sofa, she sat down on the ground using it as a back rest, and began to bounce the ball against the opposite wall, catching the ball as it bounced towards her and continuing this, ignoring the looks of curiosity this was getting her from the table. She noticed the bored stance change, and then it was shimmering towards her, and she wondered why no one else had noticed this. Maybe...maybe it was just a freak thing. That they were more sensitive to each other's presence.
She winced at the thought.
But the since turned into a smirk as the shimmer went to the wall and seemed to sit down, before catching the ball.
The ball seemed to hover in the air before being bounced back to her.
Chloe giggled, all fear gone, as she bounced the ball back, and it was caught, held in the air, and bounced back.
Chairs fell from the rapidness that the men pushed away from the table, and the sound of a gun cocking was the only warning she had.
The blonde caught the ball as it was thrown to her and turned, throwing it with all of her might towards the one with the gun...the small yellowish green ball slamming hard into his face.
"Goddamnit!" Dean Winchester cursed, dropping the shotgun and holding his bleeding nose. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Who told you to bring a ghost into my house and then want to dispatch it?" She stood on her feet, angry, ignoring her father's incredulous looks, glaring at the older Winchester brother. "He's in my home now and I'm giving him sanctuary so if you try to hurt him again I'll hurt you!"
Bobby looked a mixture of horrified at what she was saying, and slight happiness at the fact that she'd called this her home.
"Wait, what do you man we brought it with us?" Sam asked, frowning, looking from his brother to her and back.
"That boy ghost? He's here. He's been with you since apparently his mother and sister went to the other side, but for some reason he couldn't or didn't." Chloe flinched slightly when she felt the cold presence behind her, and then she felt something hold onto the hem of her shorts.
He was hiding behind her.
Bobby was frowning at her, mentally telling her to shut up and stop bringing attention on herself.
She, of course, ignored that look. "If he hasn't hurt you all during the time he's been with you, it's obvious that isn't his plan. He's just scared and lonely now that he doesn't even have his little sister for company and he left with you so he wouldn't be alone in that house...but you two were obviously boring."
A moment's amusement passed over Sam's expression at those last words, but then he cleared his throat and looked away, trying to erase the amusement.
"I don't think you get this, precious." Dean sneered, head back to try and hold off the bleeding. "We kill ghosts. We don't babysit them and listen to their woes."
"You do. I don't. And this is my house." She countered, before turning to Bobby. "Can I keep him?"
Bobby's eyes widened. "What?"
"Please?" Chloe begged, giving him the Super!Kicked!Puppy look that Clark had once told her was impossible to say no to. "I'll take care of him and play with him so that he doesn't get bored, and I'll make sure he doesn't do anything mischievous."
"You do realize that it's the spirit of a dead child, right? It's not a puppy." Dean, head still tilted back, fingers still pinching his nose to stop the blood flow, sounded incredulous, and a little confused.
"Good. I'm allergic to dogs." She snarked, before returning the Super!Kicked!Puppy look back to Bobby. "C'mon Robert. Since when have I ever
asked you anything?"
Bobby got that look that she was learning so well.
He was fighting not to give into her.
He hadn't won a battle yet.
"I won't hide your trucker hats...for a whole month." She bargained.
the one hiding them?" Bobby gasped.
"I'm helping you hone your eye for detail in investigations!" Chloe exclaimed in the best innocent tone she could muster.
By now Sam was softly chuckling to himself and even Dean had lowered his head, and was watching with reluctant amusement.
A soft childish giggle could be heard.
Chloe smiled a megawatt smile. "Isn't he adorable?"
Bobby was looking weaker and weaker. "Chloe...I..."
"Yes! Thank you Robert!" She exclaimed, knowing how this would end and deciding to save them all a couple of minutes. The blonde rushed to him, hugged him tightly and pressed a kiss to his stubbly cheek before turning to the ghost, who was less shimmery now and more easily visible, at least to her. "Come on, I'm going to show you your room."
She ignored the men as she motioned with her head towards the stairs and the ghost of the small boy glided after her, hurrying upstairs as well, smile on his translucent face and excitement in his features.
She spent the rest of the morning showing the ghost around the small room connected to the one she was staying in, showing him the rest of the house (except for the panic room since ghosts weren't allowed in there) and by midday, as she cooked lunch for the men and watched in amusement as he bounced the ball against the wall like she'd done, Chloe had decided she was in love. Why were people so scared of ghosts? They were fun!
And hers was incredibly adorable.
"I think you broke my nose." Dean complained as he found his way into the kitchen, looking a little uneasily at the ball as it bounced, and the more visible outline of the tiny boy.
Chloe looked up at him and reached forwards, squeezing the bridge of his nose harshly.
"Fuckdammit!" Dean hissed in pain, slapping her hand away before bringing his hands protective to his nose. "What are your issues
"I could write you a list." She replied before going back to stirring the pot. "And your nose isn't broken, just bruised. Otherwise you'd have been screaming as if you were in childbirth with what I just did."
He looked at her oddly. "You're somewhat scary, do you know that?"
She smiled up at him for the first time since they'd met. "Thanks for noticing."
Dean continued to watch her in intrigue before chuckling and smiling, shaking his head, finally deeming it safe to remove his hands from their protective stance over his nose.
He had a wonderful smile.
Chloe cleared her throat and looked down at what she was cooking. "You're dad's a dick, you know, if he knows you're trying to find him and yet he won't even answer your phone."
Dean went stiff, tense, before sighing and leaning with his hip against the stove. "Don't tell Sammy I told this to you. But yeah. That's dickery. I mean, I understand he must be doing something important, but picking up the phone once would be appreciated."
The blonde sent him a curious look up through her eyelashes. "So you're the good son and Sam's the prodigal."
For a moment Dean looked confused, and then he nodded. "Something like that." He then smirked flirtatiously. "Though I wouldn't exactly say I'm good
He was...flirting...with her.
Chloe blinked in surprise.
She was exactly used to this sort of thing.
How exactly did one react to this situation?
"Pity." She replied almost on instinct, gaze going downwards curiously before raising back to his blushing (?) face. "I was hoping you were."
His mouth fell open in wordless shock.
A voice cleared in the doorway, and Chloe turned to see Sam there, looking uncomfortable and uneasy.
The ball continued to bounce, the little ghost boy completely oblivious to the odd tension in the room.
"He's a Radiant Boy." Sam told Chloe slowly, motioning to the ball as it bounced.
"I know." She nodded, going back to her cooking.
He looked up in surprise at her. "You know that and you aren't worried? The only people who see radiant boys die. They die horrible, violent deaths."
"I know." She nodded once more, taking a whiff of the stew chicken in the pot.
Dean frowned. "Wait, what's a Radiant Boy?"
Sam opened his mouth.
Chloe raised her hand. "Honey?"
The ball stopped bouncing, the translucent body turning towards her.
"Could you please go upstairs for a while and play up there?" Chloe asked. "I need to have an adult conversation with these two."
The boy hesitated before standing and hurrying out of the kitchen passed Sam towards the stairs, the sounds of his footsteps loud and echoing in the house.
She turned to the others when she heard the door upstairs banging shut. "A Radiant Boy the ghost of a child who was killed by his mother. Usually seeing them is never a good thing. Kinda like having a banshee crying outside your home."
"Soon, horrible, painful death." Sam agreed.
Dean frowned. "We saw him and nothing happened to us."
"Well, he was more of a restless spirit at the time, but once that was done he turned into a Radiant Boy....or that's what I'm guessing." Sam sighed, entering the kitchen. "We can't see him now, but Chloe can, so..."
"So it's warning for me." Chloe replied slightly chirper. "Kinda like, you're close to death, so you're able to see the other side better."
The men watched her in shock.
"Look, I've had brushes with death since I was a kid, this isn't anything okay? Anyway, Bobby will take care of me, he wouldn't let anything happen to me." She turned off the fire under the pot and put on the cover. "You two are staying for lunch, right?" She pointed her wooden spoon at them. "Because I cooked enough for all of us, and if you made me go to all of that hassle for nothing...."
Dean frowned as he stormed out of the room, going towards the library, where Bobby probably was.
"He better not be going anywhere near my ghost." Chloe growled, going to the doorway to make sure he went to the library and not upstairs, before heading back into the kitchen, pausing when she saw the way Sam was looking at her. "What?"
"Why aren't you...scared?" He asked her, confusion on his way. "Knowing what it is, why would you want to keep it?"
"Him, Sam. And as soon as he starts speaking I'm getting his name....and if he never speaks, then I'm making one up myself." She announced. "I'm hesitating between Ethan and Ace. Which do you like better?"
He looked taken back by the question. "Neither."
She frowned. "Killjoy."
Sam tilted his head slightly. "You're the daughter of a hunter, Bobby says that you help him research his hunts. And yet you nearly break my brother's nose over a ghost...a ghost proclaiming your eminent death."
"It's not his fault what he is." Chloe frowned at Sam, not realizing she might be coming on a bit too strong on the topic. "Just because one isn't human, isn't normal, doesn't make he or she evil."
Something odd passed over Sam's features. "Do you really think that?"
The near hope in his voice caused all her anger to leave.
"With all my heart." She replied softly.
Sam gulped and lowered his head before giving her a small smile and leaving.
Standing alone in the kitchen, still holding her wooden spoon, Chloe couldn't help but think that it was unfair how gorgeous those brothers' smiles were.