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 awoke to the sound of growling.
For a moment she was scared, not knowing where the sound was coming from, but then she saw Dante looking down as if through the floor, eyes glowing fiery red, fur standing up on his back.
"What is it?" Chloe asked, as Ben turned in his sleep.
Dante looked up at her and gave her a little growl/snarl, that didn't look or sound half as aggressive as the first one had been, only very urgent.
And that was when she heard the sound coming from downstairs.
There was someone in the house.
Sam, Dean and Bobby were still a couple of cities away, trying to figure out what exactly was going on since they'd realized that it wasn't a ghost terrorizing that family (but still couldn't figure out what the supernatural creature was) and Bobby had called to let her know.
Taking in a deep breath, Chloe slid out of bed, leaving her shoes off to keep from making noise, and reached for the loaded pistol she always kept hidden by her bed. "You stay here, and make sure this one stays here too if he wakes up." She motioned to the still sleeping Ben before going to the window and looking out at the back garden, where tons of beautiful glowing balls danced in the night.
She hoped she was still the only one who could see them.
Dante arrived noiselessly at her side, giving a little growl that voice his displeasure with her plan.
"I can take care of myself, thank you very much." She was only mildly annoyed at how everyone seemed to think her incompetent, but she was still amused and petted the hellhound's head.
Dante looked up at her, obviously putout.
Whether because she didn't want him to eat the intruder, stay upstairs, or because she petted him she'd never know.
Giving the hellound a cheeky smile, Chloe eased out of the room silently, her knowledge of the old wooden house helping her avoid the creaking boards as she made her way to the stairs and down the steps. Eyes growing used to the dark, pistol armed and trained in front of her, stepping off onto the floor and following the sounds of things being tossed about and a man cursing about 'it' not being there.
"Hands in the air, buddy." She ordered.
The sound caused him to go stiff, back still to her, hands still at his sides.
"I said hands up
!" She cocked the gun, readying to shoot.
That sound caused him to move as he pretend to raise his hands only to swerve around at the last second at grab one of the books he'd been going through and throwing it at her.
The book slammed into her pistol, causing it to fling out of her hurting hands.
He turned around and reached for his own gun.
Chloe looked at the distance between her and her gun, and her and her assailant, and decided what the hell?
With a scream she threw herself at him before he could even properly pull his gun out of its hoister, the force of the blow sending them crashing back into one of the large bookshelves. It fell back with their weight and they landed on it, trading blows. Chloe couldn't get at his gun, but she made sure he couldn't either, trading punches and elbows to anywhere that would hurt, rolling on the ground, into the table and other bookcases.
He pushed her off of her and reached for his gun, only to find nothing there.
It'd obviously fallen somewhere in the darkness as they'd tussled.
So they were even.
Both stood in the near-destroyed room, both injured yet unwilling to back down.
Chloe assumed a fighting position as he came at her swinging, but she ducked the punch and came up behind him. When he tried a backhand punch she blocked him, holding his arms and giving him three roundhouse kicks to his stomach before he shook loose. The blonde lunged at him but he blocked the lunge and grabbed her, lifting her up and throwing her into the only bookcase that was still standing.
Down they both went.
Chloe growled, in pain and thinking about all the cleaning she was going to have to do when this was over, got up as he stalked towards her and spun around, landing a backhand punch on his face, knocking him down on the now broken table, dazed.
There was no way she was going to be able to hide all this damage from Bobby and the boys when they came back.
Taking advantage of his dazed-state, Chloe lunged at him, straddling his prone figure and in a lightning fast move grabbed a jagged piece of broken table leg, using it as a stake and quickly bringing it down over his heart, just barely keeping from impaling him.
They stared into each other's eyes, breathing heavily from their tousle, before Chloe smirked and flipped the stake in the air, catching the blunt side of it and bringing it down as hard as she could against his head.
His body went slack as the blow knocked him unconscious.
Dropping her stake, Chloe chuckled darkly as she stood.
A grumble in the doorway caused her to look up to see Dante there.
"See?" She grinned. "Told
you I had this under control."
If the hellhound had had eyebrows, one would have risen in a 'yeah, right' kinda way as it surveyed the destruction.
Chloe pouted. "Be useful and get me some rope."
The hound shook its head at her, snorted, and left to do as told.
Chloe looked down at her unconscious attacker. "You picked the wrong house buddy."
"Bobby's never going to let me stay home alone ever
again." Chloe bemoaned as she tried cleaning the study room, but there wasn't much one could do with broken bookshelves and tables but throw them away.
The intruder was still unconscious, tied to a ridiculous degree to a metal chair (that way, he couldn't try break the chair to get free) and she had stationed him in the study with her so she could keep an eye on him. The blonde had sent Ben (who'd finally woken up with all the ruckus) out to stay with the fairies, and Dante to keep patrol on the grounds to make sure that this bastard hadn't had someone working with him. She'd performed a good amount of tests on him, realizing that he didn't have retractable fangs in his gums, holy water didn't affect him, and so forth. Of course, with all the many different supernatural creatures out there one could never be a hundred per cent sure, but Chloe was almost sure he was only human.
Her cellular was in her pocket.
It'd been on silent the whole night and when shed picked it up she'd seen a lot of missed calls from Sam, but since the voice messages were just him asking if she was okay, she had decided not to call him right away. She had more important things to do.
Plus, it was an ungodly hour, they were probably all sleeping right about now.
She knew that she had to call Bobby and let him know what had happened, but she wanted to interrogate her attacker first.
And thankfully, a groan betrayed the fact that he was waking up.
"Mornin' Sunshine." She quipped, going over to where he was, making sure her battered face was the first thing he saw. "How's the head?"
He hissed, opening his eyes. "It's been better."
"So has my face." She snapped before calming and taking in a deep breath. "Now that we're all civil-like, you mind telling me what the hell you were doing in my study?"
"Yours?" His eyes narrowed before he sneered. "I didn't realize Singer liked 'em young
"You don't realize a lot of things, pal." She replied, watching in amusement as he tested the strength of his bonds. "Go on, wriggle like a little worm on a hook, I like it."
He paused, looking up at her. "You're sadistic."
"You're avoiding my question." She wouldn't be sidestepped. "What were you doing in my home?"
He looked away from her, obviously annoyed to be in this situation.
Sensing that he was about to clam up, Chloe got up, picked up the makeshift stake she'd used to knock him out with, before returning to him. "This refresh your memory any?"
He snarled at her. "You wouldn't dare."
"I might or I mightn't." She agreed. "But I will
keep your here until Bobby comes back. And we both know he
The man's dark eyes widened in fear. "I was looking for a book. It---it's a special edition, only three left in the world and the other two are missing. This books has..important information that is relevant to my mission."
"Relevant to your---." Chloe groaned. "You're a hunter
He nodded, eyes still fierce.
"You little bastard." She snapped. "Aren't you and Bobby supposed to be on the same team?"
"He will not give me the book." Was the only answer he gave her.
"You're such a whiny little bitch." Chloe muttered to herself. "It's his book. He got it. He can do whatever the hell he wants with it."
"I need it." He hissed.
"Well, I don't know you, chump, but I know Bobby, and if Bobby didn't trust you with this book, its for a very good reason."
Her phone began to ring.
Chloe pulled it out of her pocket and noticed the caller I.D.
It was Lois.
Considering the hour, Chloe began to worry immediately.
Something must have happened for her cousin to be calling her.
She turned a dark glare on her prisoner. "Say one word and you'll be sorry for it."
He glared at her, obviously mentally weighing the chances of her not bluffing.
Standing, Chloe clicked on the phone. "Lo? What is it? Is everything fine?"
"Yeah, yeah, sorry for calling, but I couldn't sleep." Lois sighed. "I had another argument with the General where he expressed how much of a disappointment I am to him and how mother would have been so ashamed if she were still alive and why can't I be more like Lucy?"
"Oh Lo, I'm---."
"HELP!" The man screamed behind her. "WHOEVER'S ON THE PHONE! SHE HAS ME HOSTAGE! PLEASE! HELP!"
Without even thinking Chloe turned around and drove the stake down into his thigh.
His scream echoed off of the study walls.
" Lois whispered.
"I---I have to go." Chloe winced as she clicked off the phone, turning off the power, knowing that Lois would try calling back again.
"You psycho bitch
!" The man screamed in agony.
Chloe had to admit it, she was both a little impressed and repulsed that she'd done that. But it had made her feel better. "I told you you'd be sorry for it."
"How creative." The blonde snarked as she eyed the wound.
"Take it out!"
"Are you crazy?" She looked up at him in genuine surprise. "I might have nicked a major artery. I wasn't exactly looking when I was stabbing you, now, was I? If I pull this out and its severed the Femoral artery you'll bleed to death before I can get you to a hospital."
"What are you? A nurse?"
"Kids used to call me Brainiac as a kid." She shrugged.
He eyed her through the pain.
"I need to get you to the hospital...which means I need to report this to Bobby." She sighed, standing and turning on her phone, it instantly being in mid-beep.
Chloe winced, thinking it was Lois, but the number said Sam.
The blonde blinked, answering it. "Sam?"
"Chloe?" Extreme relief could be heard in that one word. "Chloe! I need you to get out of the house immediately! You're in danger! Don't ask me---."
"What? You mean prince charming over here?" She asked, confused. How did Sam know? "Do you have some Hunter GPS system where you can tell where all the Hunters are or something? Cause if so, you should have informed me of it."
"He's a hunter
?" Sam hissed...then paused. "He's there
Dean could be heard cursing in the background.
"Uh, yeah." Chloe turned to the hunter. "I might have staked him."
There was a pause. "Excuse me?"
Dean could be heard asking what she'd said.
"I didn't mean to?" Chloe winced. "Look, Sam. I don't know how you knew, but I'm fine. Really. So you guys go back to bed and..."
"Chloe, we're almost home." Sam announced. "We've been driving like madmen for hours now. We're around ten minutes away."
Chloe's eyes widened. "You all are almost here?"
The hunter's eyes widened in terror.
"Yeah. So just---."
She hung up on him. "Shit
! I need to get you out of here!" The blonde hurried into the room downstairs and got two handcuffs, shackling his hands together and his feet as well, before untying him. "Hurry up!"
"Kinda hard to when I'm shackled and have a stake through my thigh." He hissed as she put her arm around his weight and helped him begin to hop towards the door. "Why are you helping me?"
"Contrary to what you might think, I don't want you dead." Chloe grunted under his weight as they made it towards the front door. "And if Bobby and the others see what you've done to my face, you'll be lucky if you're burnt alive with all that makes you a man still there."
He gulped. "You're a very odd psycho bitch."
She couldn't help but chuckle as they made it onto the porch and started making their painful way to the steps. They nearly tripped a couple of times, but made it to the ground.
Leaving him leaning heavily against the railing, Chloe fished his keys from his pocket and raced towards where he told her he'd left it. She only took a couple of minutes to examine inside before swiping something and putting it into her bra before starting the car and racing back to the house, getting out and undoing the shackles around his feet. "I'm leaving the handcuffs on." She replied as she helped him towards the car and inside. "I don't trust you."
He chuckled hoarsely. "And yet I am the one handcuffed and with a stake sticking out of his thigh."
"Don't test a girl when she's PMSing." Chloe replied.
He choked on his saliva as she stepped back and closed the door.
"What are you waiting for?" Chloe wanted to know, gaze going nervously to the driveway entrance to the junkyard. "Get the hell outta here!"
He gave a deep sigh. "Sorry about the face." And with that he sped away.
Chloe shook her head, watching him speed away with some relief.
She'd never understand hunters.
Reaching into her bra, Chloe pulled out the driver's license she'd found in the car.Gordon Walker.
The blonde made a face. I'm going to have to investigate you.
Shaking her head, Chloe took in a deep breath, put the license back away, and turned when she heard Dante make a little growly sound, as if telling her that she was weird.
"I know." She sighed, going up the steps and sitting down on the porch, resting her head against the strong, furry body. "Thanks...for everything. For letting me know he was there, and for being there in backup capacity if I needed you even though I didn't want you there."
The hellhound seemed to sit up straighter at that.
"The study is destroyed and I helped my attacker escape." She smiled. "I'm in so
much trouble when they get here. Huh?"
Dante gave a little nod and teasing bark.
She just closed her eyes and shook her head, laughing.