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Reunion At A Hunt 5/8 
16th-Jun-2010 11:40 am
winchullivanlane---family business


Title: Reunion At A Hunt
Sequel to: Hope At A Funeral
Characters: slight Chloe/Sam, Lois, Dean
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Rating: T
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 Location.





Hearing rapid footsteps heading towards him, Dean trained his gun on the sound, eyes narrowed.

Chloe rounded the corner and stopped when she saw him, training her Ithaca Stakeout at his head. "Dean."

"Chloe." Dean sighed in relief. "Are you okay?"

"Are you you?" She asked, eyes narrowed.

He frowned, realizing her gun was still pointed to his head. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

She snorted. "That's you." The blonde lowered her weapon to her side. "Not even possessed could you be so obnoxious."

"Possessed?" Dean frowned darker. "Why would you think----?"

"God." She groaned as the blonde rushed passed him towards the stairs and started descending. "Winchesters do talk a lot during hunts, don't they?"

Glaring at her back, Dean followed behind her quickly. "Listen here shortie..."

"No, you listen." She jumped the last couple of steps and took off as fast as her legs could take her. "Your brother is possessed and he's going to try and kill my cousin in a couple of minutes. My calf was nearly ripped open by a monster I can't even identify right now, so I can't get there fast enough but you can." She stopped running and leaned against the wall, the pain now obvious on her face. "You need to get to the basement. There's a way to some secret tunnels through there. That's where you'll find Sam and Lois."

Dean's gaze went to her calf at those words and those hazel orbs widened in horror as he saw the blood-soaked cloth. "Are you okay?"

"Dean!" Chloe snapped. "I need you to protect my cousin! Please!"

He looked up. "Basement?"

"Yes." She nodded. "If you studied this place as well as we did before we came here you will know the layout." Her eyes went pleading. "Please Dean. You're my only hope."

The twenty two year old man stood straighter and cleared his throat. "Don't worry." He went to go but turned. "Are you going to be alright here?"

She glared at him. "Go!"

"Just checking." And with that he ran.

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For the second time that night Lois woke up with a throbbing headache.

Groaning, she opened her eyes, and for a couple of seconds her vision wouldn't focus. When it did, she wished it hadn't.

The brunette cursed under her breath in horror as her hazel eyes focused on the cobweb-covered jars filled with small, human hearts that decorated the ledge of the inner sanctum of the room behind the vault's door. She tried to move, but her hands were tied down to the table she was lying on, as were her feet.

"You're older than what we usually use, but we haven't had any true pure offerings to give." Sam's voice was deeper, with a hint of an accent as he moved into her vision's range.

There was a large knife in his hand.

"Who are you?" Lois' eyes narrowed.

Distaste filled his face. "How short the human memory is." He twirled the knife. "In my days I was renown as a gentleman, a humanitarian, a scholar." His eyes narrowed. "And yet you know not who I am."

Lois snorted. "Gees, narcissist much?" She struggled once more. "And believe me, from where I'm strapped down to what I believe is an operating table, you seem far from humanitarian."

"Sacrificial altar." He corrected, tapping the dull part of the blade against his palm. "You see, he only requires one sacrifice a year. One sacrifice and all the other children would grow up educated, grow up with futures, and when people saw them, all they would talk about was how the good Doctor Knox had taken in orphans and bastards and made something out of nothing."

Lois' eyes widened in horror as her gaze returned to the jars on the ledge. "You sacrificed children." Her stomach was sickened, anger building in her chest. "You monster! You bastard! I'm going to pull you out of Sam and I'm going to kill you again!"

He bent over her lightning fast, blade pressing against the skin of her throat. "Shut up you little bitch. In my days the girls knew to keep their mouths shut."

She spat at him.

The thing possessing Sam's body drew back slowly, wiping the spit from his face. "I'm going to make you beg for death." He raised the blade.

A shot rang out, and the knife was blasted out of Sam's hands.

They turned to see Dean, standing in the doorway.

Lois's eyes narrowed as she recognized the weapon he was using. "Hey! That's my gun!"

Dean ignored her. "Sammy, you gotta fight this thing. She's annoying as hell but you know you don't want to kill her."

Lois glared at him. "Excuse me?"

Sam's face sneered at Dean. "Do you really think you can come here and take the soul from him that he deserves? I promised him souls, and even in death I will bring him more and more. And you cannot stop me."

Dean continued aiming the gun at his brother. "C'mon Sammy. C'mon! Fight it!"

Lois' eyes widened. "Dean! Behind you!"

Dean turned and fired at the ghost of one of the faculty, who'd been about to slice at him with her long, claw-like fingers. "Fuck!" He shot at another, the two keeping him busy.

Lois struggled.

The thing in Sam smiled.

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Limping, Chloe wiped at a silent tear.

Her calf seemed to be on fire. It throbbed visibly with the pain, and while no more blood was soaking the cloth she'd wrapped around it, Chloe felt very dizzy, as if she was still losing more blood.

Only a little more...only a little more.

She could see the door leading to the stairs that would take her to the basement.

Only a little more. You can do this. Don't be a wussy. It's only a little bite.

A little bite that seemed to be tearing her apart even now.

It was a shock, really, that she even noticed the flicker of light and managed to bring up her Ithaca as a shield in time to block the shovel slamming down on her. The force of the blow sent her weapon flying away from her, and the girl cried as she crumbled to the ground. Above her, holding a very old shovel, was a ghost in overalls and work boots. He'd probably been the gardner or something while he was still alive.

The blonde rolled out of the way as the shovel's tip was rammed down where her stomach would have been, instead making loud contact with the ground.

Kicking for the shovel with her good foot, she managed to catch it with the tip of her boot, and while it didn't leave the gardener's hands it made him wobble. Instinct took over, and the fourteen year old took the opportunity to grab the ghost's leg, her hand going around what felt like solid mass despite its transparency and she gave a tug. As the ghost fell she straddled his chest and grabbed his shovel, holding it to his neck and just looking into his eyes.

As they looked at each other, Chloe couldn't tell who was more shocked at this development.

Her...or the ghost.

And then with a scream she lifted the shovel up and then brought it down with all her might, feeling as she chopped through the ghost's throat.

It then vanished from beneath her like dissipating fog.

Still holding the shovel, gasping for breath, Chloe bent her head, closing her eyes tightly.

"What's happening to me?"

Taking in a deep breath and using the shovel to stand up despite the pain, Chloe continued towards the door, the shovel her crutch.

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Sam was unable to do anything but watch in horror as Dean tried to fight off the two ghosts using the rock salt in Lois' impressive gun. Lois struggled in vain where she was strapped down on the sacrificial altar. There was no way she was going to get loose, just like no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get control of his own body. All Sam could do was rant and rave, as this thing inside of him went to pick up the knife from where it'd fallen when Dean had shot it with the rock salt.

He was going to kill Lois.

His stomach grew sick with the realization.

He fought harder, with all his might, and yet nothing.

Nothing.

Dean cursed as the female ghost's claws scratched deep into his arm.

The other ghost took the opportunity to knock Dean to the ground and tear the gun away from him.

"DEAN!" Lois screamed as she continued to struggle. "Don't let them kill you----you IDIOT!"

The female fell upon Dean as well with hungry ferocity.

The thing in Sam grinned and walked towards Lois, raising the knife.

"Hey bitch."

Sam and everyone else turned to the sound to see a limping, bleeding, pale Chloe grab the female ghost by her hair and jerk her off of Dean. The ghost hit the ground and Chloe raised a shovel (when had she gotten a shovel?) and slammed it down into the ghost's stomach.

The ghost dissipated with a scream.

The male ghost, who'd been tearing at Dean, looked up at her, eyes wide.

She sneered and twirled the shovel in her hand.

The ghost ran.

Dean, bloodied and injured on the floor, groaned in agony.

Chloe's face went pale white and she crumpled to the ground in a cry of pain.

"Chloe?" Lois whispered, obviously worried about her cousin despite the fact that a knife was being held over her chest at that moment. "CHLOE!"

The thing in Sam turned away from Lois and made him walk towards Chloe.

Sam fought it even harder.

Get away from her!

His body bent over hers.

She was pale, terribly so, and sweat profusely, as if she was running a terrible fever. Her breathing was heavy and rapid, her chest raising and falling with each desperate breath, and her eyes...even in the darkness of the shadows in the room her eyes were glassy.

The thing in him tried to touch her.

Don't you touch her!

Sam's snarl melted away into shock as he saw his hand halfway towards her...shaking...but not moving.

His hand shook with need to go towards her.

Don't fucking touch her!

The hand began to draw back and away from her.

He was shocked.

"Sam?" She whispered, voice hoarse, slowly raising the back of her trembling hand to her forehead, the scar that matched the one on his palm stared up at him, beautiful and silver against her palm.

His hand went to hers, their fingers threading together, their scars aligning...and suddenly Sam felt like he was on fire.

The thing in him screamed...and then jumped out of his body.

Sam took in a deep breath, turning to see the Headmaster glaring at him.

"What did you do?" He screamed at him. "How did you get me out?"

Sam's eyes widened.

Had he thrown the ghost out of his body?

How?

Dean got up and limped towards Lois and used the ghost's distraction to begin untying her.

"It doesn't matter." The Headmaster sneered. "My master will have his souls!"

And with that he disappeared.

Sam turned away immediately to look down at Chloe.

Her eyes were closed, her breathing erratic.

"Chloe?" He whispered, bringing his other hand to her forehead and hissing when it was scalded by the heat radiating off of her. "Fuck! Chloe!"

"Chloe?" Lois threw herself to her knees next to them once she was free. "Cuz!" She turned to Sam. "What happened to her?"

"Her calf." Dean limped towards them. "Check her calf."

They looked down, both wincing when they noticed the bloody cloth.

Sam pulled Chloe off of the ground and onto his lap, while Lois quickly undid the cloth and tore open the rest of the torn pants.

"Fuck." Lois whispered. "I'll kill it! Whatever did this I'll kill it!"

There was a huge bite mark in the girl's calf, and the veins leading up the calf were black and throbbing visibly.

"What could have done that to her?" Dean wanted to know. "I've never seen anything like this before."

Despite the fact that her body was burning up, Chloe was shivering in Sam's arms, curling up into him as if seeking his heat.

She looked so young and fragile in his arms.

He tightened his grip around her, anger burning inside of him. "We need to find the Headmaster. He'll know what did this to her."

Dean looked towards the vault door. "He could be anywhere. And I doubt he'll volunteer the information."

Lois stood, eyes narrowed. "Then we'll find his body, and we'll make him."
Comments 
16th-Jun-2010 05:21 pm (UTC)
Another awesome chapter!

I really like Chloe's ghost-killing powers, especially because it's surprising the hell out of all of the murderously psychotic spirits.

Continued excellent work on this fic :)
16th-Jun-2010 05:30 pm (UTC)
Thanks hon!

Their surprise *is* gratifying :)
16th-Jun-2010 05:40 pm (UTC)
So . . . huh. One malevolent spirit, a bunch of semi-malevolent kids and one thingy-which-we-know-not-what-it-is. Nice combination. No, I don't count the fanged menace that bit Chloe. It's clearly working for the thingy, and therefore isn't enough of a free agent to count.

I look forward to finding out what the thingy is. At least insofar as the headmaster's concerned. I also like that he's pretentious enough to call himself a headmaster in America, where no one but the pretentious use the word. It's exactly the kind of person who'd be doing those kinds of human sacrifices.

Finally, one question, is Dean going to get a light saber? I just ask because well . . . "Please Dean. You're my only hope."

Hem . . . "Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're our only hope . . . bzzt Help me Obi-Wan . . ."

Just sayin'. Dean'd like a light saber, don't you think?
16th-Jun-2010 05:44 pm (UTC)
*dies laughing* Oh my god. Dean with a *lightsaber*. The image is both hot and hysterical. I love it! Sadly enough, despite the LeiaxObi-Wan thing going on, unfortunately, Dean will *not* be getting his own lightsaber. And if he ever got one, he probably would have found it in Lois' bag of goodies and stolen it from her lol :)

LOL. You're right. It's not enough of a free agent to count. The "thingy-which-we-know-not-what-it-is"....brilliant. lol
16th-Jun-2010 09:47 pm (UTC)
I guess you weren't kidding about some of the ghosts not being very friendly.

So why can Chloe make contact with them? Is it because of her ability to See?

16th-Jun-2010 09:51 pm (UTC)
I kidded thee not.
It should be explained in the next chapter.
16th-Jun-2010 10:35 pm (UTC)
love how in the end of this chappie thye all worked toghther .also loved how chloe and sam got rid of the headmaster. so PPMS
16th-Jun-2010 10:39 pm (UTC)
Just posted the next chapter!
17th-Jun-2010 04:28 am (UTC)
Chloe + a shovel = Pure Awesomeness!!! She totally kicked ghosts ass with that shovel! lol. Also Lois was completely badass in this chapter too. Move over Winchester brothers, Chloe and Lois are the most hardcore hunting duo around!!!

Very interesting too that when Sam and Chloe's hands touched (where their blood-bond scars are) that the headmasters spirit was kicked out of Sam's body... Hmmmm... I wonder why?

As you can maybe tell I loved this chapter to bits!! Now I'm off to read the next one....
17th-Jun-2010 04:32 am (UTC)
Oh, the girls know it and will be sure to remind the boys *how* badass they are! lol
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