Title: Reunion At A Hunt
Sequel to: Hope At A Funeral
Characters: slight Chloe/Sam, Lois, Dean
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Fourteen year old Chloe has learnt to use her ability and has taken up the family business, and her sixteen year old cousin, Lois, as her hunting partner. At a hunt they run into more trouble than expected...and the Winchesters
Written for my Paranormal25 Prompt Table. #36
: Other Haunted LocationThe children squealed happily as they ran in the large yard, the sun full and bright above them despite the clouds that threatened to hide it. Birds sang in the trees, the dogs used to guard the property sat guard, eyeing the children and everything else. The grounds keeper stood in the background, leaning against his shovel, as he used the back of his hand to wipe his sweat-covered brow. The old man bent to pick up his bottle of water and took a greedy gulp, his work far from over.
Suddenly the bells began to ring.
The children stopped laughing, stopped running, stopped moving.
They looked at each other, eyes wide, faces pale.
The dogs howled and barked.
The groundskeeper sighed and put down his bottle, getting back to work.
Gasping for breath, Dean found none.
Eyes opening, he could only see darkness and murkiness all around him.
His head hurt, and he was surrounded by darkness.
He fought, desperate, trying to find the surface.
He found fragments of broken glass, twigs, and more water.
His lungs burned from lack of oxygen.
Suddenly something clamped around his hand and yanked him upwards, out of the water and onto the tiles surrounding the pool.
Coughing out water, lungs greedy and needy, Dean breathed in as he lay on his stomach, though it hurt.
Feeling the hold still on his wrist, Dean looked up to thank whoever it was, and his eyes widened when he saw the shimmery ghost of a child around ten years old, with flowing black hair and dark eyes. Her face was angelic, her expression sad as she looked at him.
The hunter was shocked, unable to understand what had happened.
Had the ghost just...saved
How many years had he been hunting? How-he'd never met a ghost he wasn't there to get rid of, and yet this child...
She let go of his hand and tilted her head to the side, black ringlets bouncing with her movement as she took a step back. "You need to get out of here.
" She whispered, her voice soft and sweet. "Get your friends and leave, before he finds you
Dean struggled to sit up. "Who?"
He couldn't believe he was talking to a ghost.
The girl's eyes filled with tears as she looked around her. "You have to go! Before he comes
A roar echoed from above.
The ghost looked up, eyes wide. "It's that thing. It shouldn't be here. I don't know why its here
"What thing?" Dean managed to stand up, surprised to see that Lois' duffle bag hadn't fallen into the pool with him, but had landed by the side of the pool. "What's going on? Who are you so scared of and what was
"That doesn't belong here. It killed those others but their souls aren't here
." She shook her head, backing away, before looking at him. "Get your friends and leave before that things gets you and you disappear, or before he gets you...before you're trapped here forever..
." She took in a deep, shaky breath. "Like the rest of us
And with that she vanished.
The door to the far side of the room banged open.
Dean looked to the door and then back to where the ghost had been, and then down at the duffle bag. Going to his knees quickly he unzipped the flap and pulled out the first thing his hand came into contact with, since he'd lost his sawed off in the pool.
He pulled out a modified SA80-L8A2.
Dean's eyes widened.
"Where the fuck
are these Barbies getting these things?"
Shaking his head, Dean adjusted the strap of the of the duffle bag on his shoulder and checked to make sure that the magazine was full. He made his way towards the door and out of the pool room.
He had a brother and two Mini G.I. Janes he needed to find.
Turning the umpteenth corner, Lois came to a stop when she found herself standing in front of a large vault door blocking her progress. It was old and filled with cobwebs and there was nothing she could shoot that would open it. Also, she was certain that if she shot it the bullet would ricochet and that wouldn't be pretty. So instead of shooting at it, Lois put away her HK 40 and blew away the dust on the door, and brushed away the cobwebs with her nose made up.
"No living person's been down here in a very long time."
Twirling around at that voice, Lois pulled out her HK 40 in the blink of an eye, closing her eyes and giving a sigh of relief when she recognized the shadowy figure behind her. "Goddamit Sam!" She snapped, putting the gun back into the waistband of her pants. "Don't scare me like that!" She ran a hand over her hair and took in a deep breath. "Where are the others? Are you all okay?" She then paused, frowning. "How did you find me here?"
He smirked a slow, ugly smile.
Lois' eyes widened and she reached for her HK 40, but it was too late.
She was blindsided as Sam bashed her in the side of her face with his gun.
There was pain.
And then there was darkness as she crumbled to the ground.
The banging stopped.
Chloe went still, eyes narrowed.
Something wasn't right.
Movement in the room caused her to look up.
There was a boy in the room, around sixteen years old, leaning against the wall, watching her.
"Who are you?" She reached for her Ithaca and pointed it at him.
He smirked. "You see a handsome boy and your first reaction isn't to ask for help, but to aim your gun at him."
"Well, I figure that if he was going to help he would have done so by now and not just stand there watching me." Chloe replied, aim not wavering.
He grinned brightly. "I like your reasoning."
Her eyes narrowed. "I don't like repeating myself."
He tilted his head curiously, as if wondering what she was saying, before his grin returned. "Ah, yes, you want to know who I am."
"You're not a ghost. And other than that thing out there, there are only ghosts in this school." Chloe kept attention on the sounds behind her, in case the creature tried to break the door open again while she was distracted. "So you're probably the one controlling this thing."
He leaned back against the wall. "Couldn't I be just enjoying the show?"
"I think that's why you're controlling this thing." Chloe replied. "This creature doesn't fit in with the killing before the last kids, and it doesn't fit in with the types of manifestations that are in this building. It was brought in recently."
He laughed. "I knew I liked you."
"The feeling isn't mutual."
"You know, you were both so easy to lure in." He announced. "All I had to do was put my puppy in the lion's den and bring in some gullible lambs to the slaughter house. You read the obits and came here...just as I knew you would."
"Both as in me and Lois..." Chloe's eyes narrowed. "Or as in me and Sam
He grinned. "That's my girl."
"The only reason I'm not shooting you right now is because I'm almost sure you're wearing a host and he's too young to die." She replied. "But don't
press your luck."
He smirked, and then crooked his finger towards her.
Chloe let out a cry as her body was jerked away from the door and flew towards him. Turning in midair she was slammed back against the wall, feet not touching the ground.
Her Ithaca Stakeout was across the room, by the now open door.
The creature stalked into the room, growling in its throat.
The boy looked down at her calf and then at the creature. "You weren't supposed to hurt her."
Chloe's eyes narrowed.
The creature gave a little huff and laid down next to the boy.
"Let me go." She growled, trying to move, but she could do nothing more than blink and speak.
The boy went towards her and reached up to trace the silver scar on her palm from where she and Sam had made a blood pact two years ago. "What a lovely scar."
There was nothing she could say to that, was there?
"You really shouldn't cover it up." He commented, turning his attention back to her.
She just glared at him.
He smirked and let go of his hold on her.
She dropped to the ground next to the creature, and cried out at the shiver of agony that ran through her injured calf.
"If you're looking for Sam and Lois, they're down in the underground tunnels." The boy announced, heading to the door, the creature standing and following after him. "And Sam...he's not exactly himself right about now." The boy shook his head. "I'm quite disappointed at how easy it was for that spirit to take him over."
Chloe's eyes widened. "What?"
"Oh, didn't I tell you?" He turned to her, expression innocent. "Sam's going to kill your cousin in a couple of minutes." He looked down at his watch. "Better run fast. I kinda like your cousin. It would be a pity if she died at his hands. It'd put a damper to everything
And with that, he and his monstrosity disappeared.
But Chloe didn't notice, she was already hurrying towards the door as fast as the pain would allow, stopping for a second only to grab her Ithaca, and then she was out of the room and heading towards the stairs.