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 Location.
"We shouldn't move her." Lois winced at the view of her pale, shivering cousin looking so young and small in Sam's lap. "She's weak, and getting weaker." The brunette turned to Dean. "Come on. You and me are going on to look for that body while Sam stays here looking after Chloe."
"Sam and I should go while..."
." The sixteen year old shook her head, glaring at him. "Didn't you see
what happened? They touched and it got rid of the fucker in your brother. That wasn't some sort of coincidence. They should stay together. He's the only one who I feel can protect her right now." Tears of frustration filled her eyes and she glared harder at Dean before going to the duffle bag he'd dropped in the fight with the creature and pulled out another flashlight, turning it on. "Now you and I are going to find that body, and we're going to get that dude to tell us what happened to Chloe and how to reverse it. And if you have any objections then you can stay here behind and lick your own wounds."
And with that she stormed out of the room.
"She's only got a flashlight." She could hear Dean mumbling. "Annoying brat
. Hey! Rambina! Wait up!" He limped after her, holding onto his injured ribs and passed her the HK 40 she'd woken up without. "Don't let your anger make you do something rash. Chloe wouldn't be happy if you died."
I'm going to die by the hands of that pretentious spirit." Lois took in a deep breath, sending him a sideways glance as they walked down the dark tunnel together. "How are your injuries?"
"Good." Her gaze went back in front of her. "I don't want to have to drag your stink carcass around if you die on me."
He was silent before snorting and shaking his head at her. "If you were a boy..."
"You wouldn't have so much problem accepting me as a hunter." She declared, interrupting him. "That's sexism. Women are
allowed to vote these days, unless you're still stuck in medieval times or something."
"Do you ever shut up?" Dean asked in exasperation.
"Not really." Lois answered with a shrug.
"I thought Short-Stuff said Sullivan-Lanes didn't talk much during hunts." He reminded her.
Lois snorted. "She lied."
Dean took in a deep breath before speaking once more. "And to answer your first accusation. I have no problem with female hunters. I have a problem with two young girls who should be worrying about zits and homework being out in the middle of the night, armed to the teeth, trying to get themselves killed before they can exercise this right to vote you seem so eager about."
Lois' mouth opened and closed a couple of times before she glared at him. "We're good at what we do, okay? And anyway. How old were you and Sam when you started hunting?"
He opened and closed his mouth as well before clearing his throat. "That's different."
"Because you're boys?" She glared.
, because we were hunting with our father." Dean replied. "And we weren't allowed on any of the truly dangerous ones. Not until we were deemed old enough. You two don't have an adult to take care of you and make sure you don't get yourselves killed."
"We can take care of ourselves." Lois grumbled, looking away.
"Your cousin is dying..."
"She's not dying!" Lois snapped, eyes filling with angered tears as she turned to him, furious. "She is hurt, but she'll get better! And remember that she saved your life. So obviously you're not that much better than we are. If either of us had gone on this hunt alone we would have been killed! It has nothing to do with age!" She took in a deep breath, voice cracking with emotion. "She's not dying
Dean was silent, looking at her oddly before looking away and clearing his throat. "I didn't mean to make you cry."
"I'm not crying!" She hissed, looking away from him, furious at him for questioning her capabilities, and at herself for allowing herself to break a little in front of him.
Dean followed, and they walked in silence, reaching the ladder that would take them up to the basement.
"So, the body was never found." Lois announced, leaning against one of the walls. "So it's got to be here somewhere. Where-."
She turned to look at Dean and then followed his gaze...to see a pretty young girl with black ringlets standing in the tunnel with them. The brunette would have shot the ghost if Dean hadn't grabbed her from behind. "What-?"
"She's a friend." Dean's arms were around her, his breath teasing her earlobe.
The brunette gulped, not exactly sure how to react to this.
Her experience with boys was very limited.
The only time she was really in physical contact with them was when she was beating them to a bloody pulp.
"She saved me earlier." Dean continued to say. "I feel-we can trust her. I think."
"Your certainty makes me feel so confident." She decided to rely on snark to get her through this very odd situation.
He chuckled, the sound reverberating in her ear.
What had that
Clearing her throat, Lois was suddenly glad for the darkness of the tunnels otherwise he would have seen the blush rising up her neck.
"You can let go of me any time now. Unless, you know, you're afraid of the dark and want me to hold your hand or something."
He let go and gave her a playful slap up the back of her head.
"Hey!" She rubbed the back of her head in shock.
"C'mon Rambina." Dean walked passed her, following the little girl ghost as she began to lead them silently down the opposite side of the tunnel.
Lois watched him and then sighed, following after. "If you get me killed, I will
His only answer was to laugh.
With her head cradled in his lap, and her body curled into him, Chloe looked like a kitten.
It'd been the first time since they'd met up again that he'd had the opportunity to really look at the girl he'd met two years ago, and see the subtle differences in the fourteen year old. She was still so young, but like that twelve year who'd sliced her hand without hesitation and provoked him into a blood oath, this girl was older than her years. Her face was harder than any fourteen year old should be, and her knuckles were hard and pronounced, used to hitting things.
Sam noticed that only one of her hands had a black leather, fingerless glove.
It was cute.
But it angered him, remembering why she needed to wear gloves.
A mere, innocent touch would send her into the worst of memories.
Sam's gaze went to the hand that didn't have the glove...the one with the scar that matched his own.
When she was twelve and he sixteen, their hands had touched and she'd Seen nothing.
And now that she was fourteen and he eighteen, their hands had touched and once again nothing.
His finger traced the scar on her palm.
What was it about him that made him immune to her curse?
"She's dying, you know."
Sam looked up and trained his gun towards the voice, narrowing his eyes to see a younger male, probably around sixteen, sitting on the sacrificial altar. "Who are you?"
For some reason this made the boy laugh. "You two are so similar. She did, and said, the exact
Sam's eyes narrowed.
Chloe had seen this kid?
hurt her." He snarled, cocking the gun.
"No, I didn't. We spoke
." The boy replied, seeming nonplussed about the gun pointed at him. "She wasn't supposed to get hurt, but my pet was a little too fang-happy. It was only supposed to bring her to me. That was all. But accidents happen."
"Bring her to-." Sam's eyes went murderous. "You have two seconds to tell me what's happening to her and how to cure it!"
"Shade poisoning. Kills humans in minutes." He cracked his knuckles loudly. "Only reason she's managed to fight it off this long is because of the bits of you in her, but there's not enough to make a difference." He paused. "Not enough to save her."
"Bits of me...?" Sam knew his confusion was visible in his face.
"Oh come on
Sammy." The boy sneered, jumping off of the altar. "She told you what you have running through your veins."
Sam's eyes widened in horror.
"And yet you did a blood exchange with the girl and didn't think it'd have any consequences?" He chuckled. "Sammy, you mingled blood with her. Your
blood. The blood that isn't all
Sam's hold on his gun began to waver as the insinuations hit him hard.
Had he-had he corrupted some of Chloe's blood with his demonic-tainted one when they'd done that oath?
He wanted to look down at her but refused to look away from this boy.
This thing that wore the body of a boy.
"Ding ding, the light bulb turns on." The boy chuckled, shaking his head. "Surely you know the cure now."
Sam's arm shook as he narrowed his eyes. "Why would you tell me all this so easily? Why? What's the trap?"
"Trap?" The boy leaned back on the balls of his heels. "This
was the trap. You both fell into it when you read the obits and wanted to come hunt. I wanted to see you four in action, working together. Of course, it's not all over yet, and I'm happy it's worked out so well so far." He paused, looking down at Chloe when she started to struggle with her breaths. "She'll be dead in a couple of minutes if you don't do something." He looked up at Sam. "You'll regret it, if you let her die."
"Why do you care?" Sam hissed.
"I don't want her dead. And neither do you." The boy replied, walking towards Sam and moving the gun away from him as he knelt down next to Chloe and looked at her. "Did you feel it?" His gaze rose to Sam's. "Did you feel the power
that was generated just by your touching her hand? That was you
Sam." He stood and began to back away. "It's all you. This choice is too."
Sam hated this thing.
It was confusing and taunting and...and...
Chloe's struggle to breathe became violent, the ugly blackness in the veins coming from her calf began to climb up her neck.
He didn't even know he'd dropped the hold of his gun and reached for his dagger until he felt the burning pain of the blade slicing through the old scar on his palm. Sam watched his blood rush to the surface before squeezing his hand into a half fist, forcing more out, and making it pour down into Chloe's open mouth. He used his other hand to pinch the bridge of her nose, forcing the girl cradled in his arms to gulp down the blood he fed her so she could breathe.
He didn't know if he could trust this to be the cure, but it was all he had.
Her throat worked as she swallowed, taking gulps of air between swallows.
Sam watched her face intently, desperate for some signs of recovery.
He forgot that he'd dropped his weapon in the presence of an enemy.
He forgot that the building was full of malicious ghosts...and a shade.
He forgot he was bleeding
He just watched her face.
Chloe." He couldn't understand it. He'd only met her once, and yet if she died...somehow he felt that nothing would ever be right again.
The boy watched them intently.
Suddenly Chloe's eyes opened and she gasped, the blackness in the veins beginning to fade away.
." He smiled down at her, pulling his hand from her mouth, bringing it to cares her face despite the pain in his palm and the fact that he accidentally smeared some of his blood on her face.
." She whispered before her eyes closed in peaceful sleep, breathing easy and soft.
Loud clapping caused Sam to look up.
"Good job." The boy declared, backing away. "Oh, and just so you know, she's not dying anymore, so the veil between the living and the dead is back firmly in place. She won't be having any arm wrestling contests with the undead anymore." He then snickered. "Poor you. She's still so young." And with that he disappeared.