Title: A Matter of Emotion
Sequel to: Reunion At A Hunt
Pairings: growing Chloe/Sam, growing Lois/Dean, established Chloe/Mad, established Lois/Chris
Disclaimer: I don't own
Summary: When 16 year old Chloe realizes a Gaki is using Metropolis as a hunting ground, she calls Sam for help. Of course she didn't realize that this mightn't be one of the best choices considering...
Written for my Paranormal25 Prompt Table. # 133: Gaki.
"Can I have a word?"
Sam looked up from where he'd been talking to Dean to see Mad standing behind him, quiet, face serious. The brunet was wary of going anywhere with the guy, not because of fear for himself since Chloe had obviously just finished telling him about what had happened in the alleyway-but because if the dude picked a fight he couldn't promise that he wouldn't hurt Chloe's boyfriend...if only a little bit. There was just something Sam couldn't understand, something inside of him hated this guy. Chloe was right, Sam didn't know Mad and he should give him a chance, but there was something inside the hunter that just wanted to rip the guy into pieces and then set him on fire.
"Sure." Giving Dean a look to tell him to stay put, that he could handle this, Sam stood and followed Mad outside.
They noticed Lois and Chris arguing heatedly off to the side, so they walked away from the couple, until they couldn't see or hear them.
Taking in a deep breath, Mad turned to Sam. "Okay, I want to say first of all that I detest your guts."
Sam nodded, having figured out that his sentiments were more or less reciprocated in the other male.
"And second of all," Mad sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm worried."
Sam blinked, frowning slightly, not having expected this. "Worried about what exactly?"
"Chloe." Mad replied, as if this should be obvious. "She's shaken up, something's not right."
possessed. That's enough to leave you shaken for a while." Sam reminded him, frowning a little darker as worry began to creep into him nonetheless. "The gaki were flung out of us. She should be okay now."
"Yes, well, she's not." The older male replied curtly. "Look, I've known that girl since she was twelve-I've loved her for about the same amount of time, despite the age difference. I know her better than anyone else, and I know when something's wrong." His kohl-lined eyes narrowed. "And something is wrong."
"What happened?" Sam took a worried step towards the other male.
"Nothing obvious. She never lets anyone know when something's wrong with her." Mad gave a snarl of frustration. "Chloe's constantly getting herself into trouble by butting into other people's troubles and trying to solve them for them, but she won't let anyone else know if she needs anything. She's damned proud like that, so the fact that she called you, well," he took in a deep breath. "I detest you, but if she felt that she needed you, I'm going to put up with you."
Sam nodded, able to understand the sentiment.
"I don't promise anything for Chris though." The pale male leaned against the wall. "He already came up with a very retarded plan on how to prove himself in Lois' eyes. He's insecure of your brother."
Sam blinked, a little surprised at that. "He's...of Dean
Mad snickered. "Don't tell me you haven't felt the chemistry between him and Lois."
Sam made a face. "They fight like cats and dogs! Chloe and I have to make sure they don't kill each other when they're together!"
"Jesus, you're blind." Mad scoffed, shaking his head. "Look, we're off topic. Something's bothering Chloe, it might just be aftershocks of the possession-I don't know. But I'm worried. I-I'm not good with the field work. I can modify any of her weapons, or make any to help her, but that's about as helpful as I can be to her. You're the Indiana Jones of the situation, think back, other than the...possession...did anything happen?"
Sam wondered how honest he should be. "We were fighting."
Mad blinked, obviously surprised by this answer. "About what?"
"You." Sam replied, deciding that since the older male had been brutally honest with him, he should return that in favor. "I think you're wrong for her, maybe even a little psychotic. Chloe thinks I should mind my own business and basically threatened me if I ever called you that again."
There was no reaction to that for a couple of seconds, and then Mad snorted in laughter, grinning. "That sounds like my girl."
Sam frowned, unable to understand the odd relationship these two had.
"You're not the first person to tell her that I'm basically wrong for her in every aspect, hell, even Lois gave me the evil eye for a couple of months when Chloe and I finally got together." Mad smirked, leaning his head back against the wall. "I probably am all wrong for her, but for some reason she still cares for me, and who the hell am I to turn down a good thing just because I haven't done anything to deserve it?" He paused, lost in thought for a second. "She's seen the darkness in me, and it doesn't seem to bother her. Maybe it even attracts her to me. Like calls to like I guess."
"Are you calling her dark?"
"Completely." Mad snorted, raising an eyebrow. "This is the girl who's been hunting on her own since she was thirteen, she's killed more things than I can count. She's seen the ugliest secrets hidden in people's hearts. She saw her parents being tortured and then torn apart alive. How can she not
be dark after that?"
Sam was silent at that.
"Hell, all of us here, minus Chris, are dark." Mad continued, sighing, folding his arms over his chest. "She flinched away from me, you know. Today. She didn't have her gloves, so she flinched away." He looked away. "I love her, she loves me, and I have most of her...but I can't even hold her hand." He looked up at Sam. "You wouldn't think it would be something important, that it's something no one would care about. But I do. You can touch her, she can touch you with her gloves...but the moment she touches me she has to live through my father beating the shit out of me." He laughed in disgust. "It hurts her to touch me. Its fuckin' sick."
Sam really didn't know what to say about this.
This talk with Mad was opening his eyes to a lot of things, and he didn't know how he felt about that.
"And on top of everything, Magda from the occult store, said that Gaki pick their victims by their emotions." Mad looked away, a muscle ticking in his cheek. "Whatever the Gaki was obsessed with in life, or something like that...it finds humans who have that and they use them to live that emotion once more. Considering the location and the couples, I'm thinking this is a couple who must have been killed together, and they're picking couples who have that something they once had, or craved, as humans together." He paused, taking in a deep breath. "It's a matter of emotion, Sam." His gaze rose to meet Sam's. "An emotion Chloe an I didn't have...but you
and her did."
Sam's eyes widened.
"I don't know if its love or lust or trust or empathy or what, but I don't like it." Mad took in another breath. "Hell, maybe they had a bond, and the bond between you and Chloe because of your blood is what called to them, I don't know, but it means that together you're dangerous. Together you'll attract the creatures, and Chloe's not a a hundred per cent right now."
"You're asking me to stay away from her." The tall brunet surmised.
"Not out of jealousy, I'm not that immature." Mad replied. "But yes, I am. What happens if you get possessed again? This time they know about the scars. They won't save you again. The male Gaki will use you to kill her, and then they'll kill you."
Sam could see the reasoning in this.
"I'm not asking you to stay away from her here, but I'm saying that when you and your brother go hunting, that he go with Chloe and you go with Lois."
Sam couldn't imagine hunting with the taller, brunette cousin, but he refused to be the reason Chloe got hurt. "I understand. And you're right."
"Thank you." Relief was visible on the older boy's face for a couple of seconds before his neutral expression returned.
That was when they heard the scream coming from the house.
"I can't believe you!" Lois hissed, clenching her hands into fists. "My cousin nearly died today and this is what you're thinking of? How dare you?"
"Your cousin was hot for Mount Winchester and used this little game she has you brainwashed into believing to get it on with him without having to bare any of the blame for her actions!" Chris snapped back. "I am sick and tired of playing this little game, Lois! Return to the real world! There are no such things as monsters!"
"Don't you ever
talk about Chloe that way again." Lois warned, nearly snarling.
"Or you'll what?" He hissed, reaching out and grabbing her arm tightly, bringing her towards him. "You'll what?"
"I'll make it so that what little
manhood you have...you lose." She narrowed her eyes.
The brunette never saw the hit coming.
With one hand he'd held tightly onto her wrist and with the other he'd backhanded her with all his might.
Lois stood still in shock, unable to believe it, and more then a little disoriented from the blow.
If this had been any hunt she'd have murdered
the son of a bitch, but this-this was her boyfriend
She-she-she didn't notice the front door fling open, nor the furious male storming towards them.
notice when Chris was decked so hard he let go of her and fell to the ground though, clutching his face with a cry of agony as Dean stood over him, kicking him viciously in the stomach.
"You fucking bastard!" Dean snarled, kicking the redhead once more. "You don't fucking raise a hand to a woman!"
"You do him like your slut of a cousin did his brother?" Chris hissed at Lois, still clutching his bleeding face. "This why he defending you?"
Lois just couldn't believe it.
She'd known Chris was a dick and yet...
...her hand raised her to burning cheek.
"That girl nearly died
today, you asshole!" Dean stomped down hard on the man's chest, pressing down. "Get the hell outta here before I kill you."
"You're going to regret this." Chris promised as he staggered to his feet and hurried to his car.
"I already do." Dean snarled at him. "I shoulda killed you!"
Chris sneered and got into his car, before speeding away.
Dean then turned his fury on Lois. "Why the fuck
did you just stand there and take that? You could have taken that bastard down with one blow! Why the hell
Lois continued to look ahead of her, hand to her cheek. "He...hit...me."
Dean growled before taking in a deep breath. "Let me see."
me." Lois repeated as Dean gently pulled her hand from her cheek, inspecting the ugly bruise already starting to form.
"Bastard didn't hold back either." The older Winchester examined the bruise, holding her chin softly and tilting it towards the light so he could get a better view. "This is going to swell."
"And he never will again." Dean interrupted. "Because you're going to kick his ass the next time you see him. Unless I see him first. Then he's just gonna fucking disappear
Lois turned towards Dean, eyeing him oddly. "I don't need you to take care of me, you know. I'll deal with this myself."
"I didn't said you needed me to deal with the douche, I said I was gonna do it if I saw him." Dean explained. "Because no one has the right to hit a woman." He paused. "Unless she's evil."
Despite everything, Lois smiled, and then cried out when the action hurt her throbbing cheek.
Anger and fury darkened his eyes, before Dean took in a deep breath. "C'mon, we're going to have to put some ice on that. Maybe even a steak like in the movies."
Lois let him lead her back to the house without fussing, a small smile on her face despite the pain.
But the small smile disappeared the second they opened the door, and heard the scream coming from the room Chloe had gone to lay down in.
Shooting up in bed, Chloe screamed as she clawed at her clothes, trying to get the blood and guts off of it. Her body was red with blood as it covered her and the sheets, her hands scratched and had bits of hair stuck in the blood."No no no no no!"
The door flung open, and Dean and Lois entered the room, freezing at what they saw.
?" Lois whispered.
Chloe looked up at the brunette, panting, eyes wide and wild.
Sam and Mad rushed in seconds later, stopping as well in shock.
"Chloe?" Sam whispered, horrified, going towards the bed. "What happened
The blonde looked up at him, tears filling her eyes, before she flung herself at him and cried.
Sam didn't hesitate, didn't seem to care that he was messing his clothes with blood as he pulled her close and rested his chin on the crown of her hair.
"What happened?" Dean asked. "Where did all the blood come from?"
Chloe just cried harder.