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.
The thing's words echoed taunting in his ear.
Sam looked down at the sleeping girl in his arms.
What had it meant?
"I don't believe it." Lois made up her nose as they stared at the rotting body of Charles Knox, Headmaster. "He's uglier in the flesh."
Dean snorted, dropping the duffle bag with her supplies.
Lois went towards the duffle bag and pulled out the accelerant, pouring it all over the body that'd been hidden in Knox's secret study. The room had been filled with notes about the children chosen for the sacrifices, and everything the child had ever owned. From what they'd discovered while trying to find his body, Dean and Lois had discovered that each year one of the children would be selected, and then all of his or her things would be taken, and the announcement that a child had been chosen would be signalled by the ringing of the bells. The child would then be kidnapped from his or her bed in the middle of the night and taken down to the room Lois had nearly lost her life to.
The brunette felt sick to the stomach thinking of how many children hadn't been as lucky as she had.
Squeezing the container harder, covering the remains with more than was necessary, Lois was about to reach for the salt when Dean nabbed it from her and began sprinkling it just as abundantly as she had the accelerant.
The little girl ghost stood in the corner, seeming scared but determined to stay while they did this.
Lois reached for something and pocketed it before turning to the girl. "Thank you, for leading us here. We're going to call him to us now. You mightn't want to be here when we do that."
The girl nodded and turned to go through the wall.
Lois took in a deep breath before calling out after her. "Helena."
The girl paused, turning at the sound of her name. "How
Dean's eyes widened.
"It wasn't your fault, he's a monster." Lois sighed, meeting the ghost's gaze. "After tonight you'll be free to go to your mommy."
Suddenly the ghost's face lit up with the most beautiful smile. "Thank you.
And then she was gone.
Lois shook her head and turned towards the body, which also brought her to face Dean.
And she saw his expression.
"You know who she was?" Dean asked, shocked.
"Of course I know. Why wouldn't...you don't know?" Lois blinked. "Just how good
did you research this place?"
He glared at her.
Lois sighed and rolled her eyes. "That was Helena Knox. She was the first child to disappear. It was said she was kidnapped for ransom...but we both know the truth."
"Knox----." Dean's eyes widened. "No."
"Yeah," Lois kicked at the body. "His only child."
"The bastard!" Dean snarled, fury in his every feature.
Pulling out the item she'd pocketed, Lois revealed the lighter. "Charles Knox!" She yelled out. "I got your body and I'm not afraid to hurt it! Get your transparent ass out here this instance! We're gonna talk!"
Dean picked up his gun.
Knox screamed as he phased through the wall.
The first thing she saw when she woke up was Sam's pensive stare on her face.
This was the first time since having met back up with him that she had a second to look at his face in the shadows of the darkness.
He'd gotten leaner, his face sharpening with maturity. He was handsomer than she remember, his hair longer and in his face.
A blush began to tint her cheeks.
He was...he was really
"Are you okay?" He asked her.
His voice had deepened as well.
Why hadn't she noticed this until now?
Then again, she had been more interested in the hunt than anything else.
Her eyes widened.
"Where---?" She tried to sit up.
Sam's hand went to her shoulder and he pushed her back down. "You need to rest."
She let herself ease backwards so that she was resting with her head against the folded up jacket on his lap. "I'm kinda fuzzy on the details. What happened?"
"You got poisoned by a shade." Sam reached forwards and brushed some hair out of her face. "You almost died. So try not to move for right now, okay?"
"A shade?" Chloe yawned softly, looking up at him. "That was a shade
"But it can't be." Her eyes were heavy, her body begging for more sleep to help ease the healing of the poisoning. "Shades are made of pure darkness and shadows, they're extremely rare, extremely fatal. I would have died in under ten minutes if it has been a shade."
"Chloe, we need to talk." Sam's face was serious and pale as he looked down at her. "When we made that bloodpact, our bloods mixed. Some of my blood entered you, and that's why you survived as long as you did. The veil between the living and the dead was torn for you because you should have been dead, you were dying but my blood was keeping you alive, that was why you could touch the ghosts."
She turned slightly so she could look at him better. "Why aren't I dead, Sam?"
He took in a deep breath. "While you were dying, a boy appeared."
She narrowed her eyes. "Handsome, dark hair, blue eyes? Around sixteen?"
"I don't know about handsome," Sam looked away, a muscle jumping in his cheek before he looked back at her. "But to the rest of that, yeah."
"What did he want?"
"For me to save you."
Chloe froze. "What?"
"He said...he said I'd regret it if you died." Sam's gaze was intense. "Do you know why he would say that?"
"I'm still stumped that he wants me alive." Chloe tried to stifle the yawn, but she was so tired. "But no, I mean, he said I wasn't supposed to get hurt, but I didn't think he actually cared if I lived or died. It doesn't make any sense." She yawned again. "Did Lois or Dean get hurt? Why aren't they here?"
"They went looking for Knox's body." Sam replied. "To try and get a cure from him. The boy arrived after they left. They haven't come back yet, but I'm sure they're alright." He paused and chuckled. "With the fury your cousin was exuding when she left, its the ghosts I'm worried about."
She turned her green gaze onto his blue/green one. "Sam." She brought her hand up and rubbed at her eyes. "Why am I alive?"
Sam looked away. "That's why we need to talk."
"I'm not going to like this, am I?" She whispered, her stomach turning.
"Chloe, the reason why you'd survived that long was the little bit of my blood in you." Sam began.
Her eyes widened. "You fed me more blood."
He still wouldn't look at her.
Chloe's gaze went to the hand he had clenched closed and she reached for it, bringing it to her and waiting for him to open his fist.
His hand was sliced in the same place it'd been two years ago.
." She whispered.
"Your holding my hand again." He noted. "Without your gloves."
She paused, realizing that he was right.
Sometime during her unconscious moments he must have taken off her other glove because her hands were bare.
And she was holding his.
And she couldn't See anything.
The blonde looked up at him. "Why don't I ever See anything when I touch you?"
"I don't know."
They turned to see a young ghost standing a couple of feet from them.
"Helena." Chloe blinked, recognizing the ghost from the picture she'd discovered while researching the place.
She smiled beautifully. "I haven't heard my own name in so many years...and I've heard it twice tonight
Chloe could only think of one other person who'd know the child's name. "You've seen Lois."
The girl nodded. "She and the other are in the study. They're contacting him."
"Can you tell us how to get to the study?" Chloe wanted to know.
Sam frowned. "Chloe you don't---."
She brought her hand up and covered his lips with it, eyes never leaving Helena's. "Could you?"
The ghost nodded.
"I'm going to ask this one
more time." Lois glared, her aura dark and murderous. "What hurt my cousin, and how
do I cure her?"
The ghost sneered at her. "You won't burn me. If you do you'll never know how to help your cousin."
"Wanna bet?" The brunette narrowed her eyes, bending down to the corpse and jerking off a finger.
Separating it from the rest of the body, she lit the digit on fire.
The ghost screamed as his own manifested finger went into flames, burning as did his physical finger, until it was gone. "You bitch!"
Dean cocked the gun when the ghost made to go at Lois. "You come any closer and you'll be getting some rock salt in your ass."
The ghost looked between them, fierce.
Lois then stepped on the body's wrist and tore the hand off, holding it up from the ghost to see. "This is next wise guy."
"I'll make you beg for death." He promised.
"You already told me that, remember?" Lois sneered. "But, of course, you were better looking back then."
The ghost was shaking with his fury.
"What happened to my cousin and how to I reverse it?" Lois tried once more.
"I'll never talk!" Knox exclaimed.
"Have you ever wondered if you have masochistic tendencies?" Lois wanted to know as she lit the hand on fire and dropped it to the ground.
The ghost clutched at its wrist, screaming in agony as its hand caught on ghostly fire, burning away to nothing, leaving a stub. "I'm going to kill you!"
"Oh shut up already. It's getting old." She sneered. "Just be glad that a certain appendage here rotted away or I would have set that on fire next!"
Dean winced. "Rambina. You're sadistic."
"I know." She replied easily, flicking the lighter on and off.
The ghost was on its knees, cradling the stub that had once been his hand. "You'll regret this. My Master will pay you back for what you've done. Your cousin is dead, and you'll be next! He won't let any of you leave here alive!"
Lois looked up, furious, and then she paused, smirking. "My cousin's not dead."
"Yes, she is!" The ghost yelled. "The Shade poisoned her. She is dead. Her time ran out!"
"Then buddy, you're watch is obviously
broken." Lois smirked, pointing behind him. "Because I mightn't know death as good as you do, but she looks very much alive to me."
The ghost turned, eyes wide when he saw Chloe standing in the doorway, leaning against Sam.
Dean watched in shock as well. "Shortstuff! You okay?"
She smiled at him. "Are you saying I don't look my best right now?"
He snorted. "Well, you won't win any beauty competitions any time soon in the state you're in right now if that's what you're asking."
." Sam glared at his brother in exasperation.
But Chloe only shook her head, laughing.
"How?" The ghost asked, furious and confused. "You should be dead!"
"And so," Lois' voice brought their attention back to her. "Should you
." With that she dropped the lit lighter onto his body.
Charles Knox screamed as he raced towards Lois, but his body went up in flames before he could reach her, and he disappeared, forever.
"About friggin time." Chloe mumbled.
." Lois raced to her cousin's side and hugged her tightly. "I don't know how you're okay, but I don't care! You're okay!" She hugged her tightly before turning to stick her tongue out at Dean. "I told
you she wouldn't die."
Chloe glared at Dean. "You told her I would die?"
"No, I said you were dying
." Dean winced. "Okay, I should shut up now."
"Yeah, you should." Lois agreed. "Now pick up my stuff. We need to get out of here."
Dean glared at her. "What am I? Your slave?"
But Lois wasn't listening, she'd wrapped an arm around Chloe's waist, given Sam a thankful smile, and was helping her tired cousin walk away, both talking rapidly to each other.
The brothers shared a look.
Dean sighed, and picked up the duffle bag. "Can I shoot her
Sam just laughed and patted his brother on his back, before they headed out after the girls.