Title: Chloe's Supernatural
Pairing: Chloe/Dean, Chloe/Sam, Dean/Chloe/Sam
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Supernatural
Warning: Spoilers Supernatural Season 1, AU Smallville
Summary: When Chloe helps Pete and his children move into their new home in Lawrence, Kansas, she never expected it to be haunted, or to meet the Winchester brothers...OR the adventure that they'd embark on together afterwards.
Chloe placed a hand to her head and winced. Her head was killing her, then again, she hadn’t slept well the night before. It was the nightmares. Ever since she’d moved in to help Pete fully move in to the new house and keep the children company while he searched for a new job all day, well--ever since coming to this house she’d had those nightmares.
The ones that kept her up at night.
It’d started the first night she’d laid her head on the pillow. The nightmare had been vivid, amazingly real, and she’d watched as an older blonde woman went to check on her son--in the same room Pete’s adopted daughter Lindsay used--and somehow ended up on the roof, her guts being torn from her while she was alive, and bursting into flames right above her baby son’s crib.
Chloe’d awoken in terror, and after forcing herself to sleep again she’d had another nightmare that was very similar, but the next woman was younger, and there was no baby, but there was a handsome brunette who looked up at her from the bed and screamed her name in terror and heartbreak.
Shaking her head to rid her mind of his agonized scream, Chloe sighed, looking at the clock on her bedside table. It was eleven o’clock at night and yet Pete hadn’t arrived back at home yet.
I know he hasn’t been coping well after Hailey’s death, but he really has to get it together, especially for his children.
When Pete had called and said that Hailey had been killed by a drunken driver while on her way to home, Chloe had dropped everything and gone to Wichita to be with her childhood best friend. She hadn’t seen much of Pete ever since he’d left Smallville, but she’d kept into contact with him--had gone to his wedding--and knew his two children, Lindsay and Peter. She'd never felt prouder of Pete than when he'd adopted Hailey's daughter from a previous relationship--raising and treating the girl as if she was his own--and never happier for him than when Hailey had become pregnant with little Peter.
She’d also had a decent enough relationship with Hailey, who'd been a couple of years older than Pete, so the news had been a blow to the young reporter as well.
Chloe had been supportive when Pete had decided to cremate Hailey and keep her urn in the house even when Hailey had always told him she wanted to be buried next to her twin sister, who’d died at birth. Chloe had nodded her understanding when Pete had put the house for sale--sold it to the first person who showed interest, and bought a fixer-upper house in Lawrence, Kansas. Chloe’d even agreed to stay and act as the baby-sitter while Pete was out searching for a job since he’d quit his last one. But she wasn’t going to put up with him coming home at all hours of the night without a job and completely drunk.
Those kids had lost their mama and didn’t need their daddy to be behaving like this.
The blonde turned in to her door to see seven-year-old Lindsay standing there. “Yes honey? Do you need anything?”
“The monster. It’s in my closet again.” The young girl whispered, holding onto her teddy bear with fear.
Chloe normally would have told the girl that there were no such things as monsters, but considering that she knew what a couple of meteor rocks could do, and how no one had believed her when she was trying to warn them--well--she got up and followed the girl to her room, going to the closet and opening it, looking at the dark inside.
“It’s there.” Lindsay pressed, sitting on the edge of her bed and hugging her bear tighter to her chest. “I know it is.”
Chloe surveyed the closet, giving everything a good once-over, and despite the fact that she had a feeling of being watched, she couldn’t see anything. Still, she looked behind some of the stacked boxes of some of Lindsay’s things that they hadn’t been able to unpack as yet, and yet there was nothing.
“Baby, I don’t see anything here.”
“Are you sure?” The young girl whispered from her bed.
“Yeah, definitely.” But just to make sure, she closed the closet behind her and brought a chair up against it, wedging it against the handles so that even if there was something inside, it wouldn’t be able to get out. “How about this? Feel any better?”
Lindsay gave her a small smile and nodded.
“Now, come on, into bed with you little missy.” Chloe grinned, tucking in the young girl once more and sitting on the edge of the bed. “You should be asleep by now, you know.”
“I don’t like this house.” Lindsay whispered as she looked up at Chloe with large, frightened eyes.
“Oh, honey, you’re just not used to it yet.” Chloe didn’t think that telling the girl that she didn’t like it either would help her have a good night’s rest. “You, your brother and your daddy are going to be very happy here.”
The young girl with caramel skin and blue eyes sighed, looking down at her Barbie sheets. “I miss mommy.”
“I know you do, it’s only natural, but you’ll grow to like this place a lot—I’m sure your mom would have loved it here.” She leaned forwards and pressed a kiss against the girl’s forehead before getting up and making sure the pin-light was on before turning off the overhead light and leaving the room.
The blonde knew that it wasn’t any good, she wasn’t going to get any sleep until Pete came home, so she went downstairs and tried to resume unpacking. She didn’t know why Pete didn’t try to help her with the unpacking, it might give him some closure, or at least start him down the path, but he stayed away from the things as if they burnt him.
It was while she was unpacking that she heard the sounds. It was like the sound of millions of little claws against the wooden floor.
She got up immediately and made a face. “Oh great, a rodent infestation. Just what this house needed.” Sighing, she shook her head and followed the sound to the entrance of the basement. “Right, this is like the beginning of every horror movie I’ve ever watched.”
Closing her eyes, she opened the door to the basement and reached for the light switch--not finding any.
This just gets better and better.
Going back to the kitchen, she reached for the flashlight they kept there and returned, taking in a deep, calming breath before descending the rickety stairs, the meager beam of light not doing much good to her in the darkness beneath.
“I don’t--see any rats.” She frowned, sure that she’d heard the sounds coming from down here. “What was that sound then? Faulty something-or-the-other?” She placed a hand on her hip. “Why the world would Pete get this place anyway? The fact that so many different people have owned it over the last 20 years should have warned him that there was something wrong with it.”
And yet Pete said that he’d felt drawn to the house, that this was where he needed to raise his children and try to get over the pain of losing his beloved Hailey--and at the time Chloe had just wanted to be supportive.
Now, though, I just want to slap him for buying a house in desperate need of renovation--with a possible rat infestation--faulty thingamagiggers, and an imaginary monster in the closet.
She had to admit though, the house was huge, and it had a great amount of land around it. Despite its need of renovation, Pete had gotten a great deal on the place.
Wonder why. She shone her light around the basement in curiosity. Someone probably died here gruesomely or something--that’s always the case in horror movies.
The beam of her flashlight went over something in the corner, and it caught her attention.
The blonde went to the corner and bent on her knees, realizing that it was an old wooden container. She opened the lid and blinked in surprise when she saw photographs inside.
“Looks like the old owners forgot some things while moving.” Picking up the pictures, Chloe gasped when she saw the first one. It’s him!
She was frozen, looking at a younger version of the man who’d saved her life when she was a child. Chloe knew that officially the story was that her mother had disappeared one day, had left them, but Chloe she knew the truth. She remembered the way her mother’s eyes had bled black and how it hadn’t been her mother anymore.
Chloe shivered, remembering how it felt to be eight years old and terrified. That thing that wasn’t her mother had come at her, saying how ‘he’ wanted her and that she would take her to ‘him’. If it hadn’t been for the man with the gun who’d burst into the house while she was screaming for help--Chloe didn’t know what would have happened.
The thing that lived in her mother’s skin had seen him, hissed and ran away. He’d made sure that she was okay before running after the thing, and she’d never seen her mother again--had never told anyone about what’d truly happened that day.
She’d been too afraid.
And now here she was, in the same house that her savior had once lived in.
Shivering, Chloe looked at the next picture and gasped, seeing not only her nameless savior, but the first woman, the elder woman, from her nightmares! The one who’d been killed by a shadowy thing right above the crib of her baby!
I—I can’t beli--what’s going on?
Clearing her throat, taking in another deep breath, the blonde looked at the next photo and gazed at the happy faces of her savior and the blonde woman, standing outside of the house that Chloe was now within, with two boys, one around four and the other only a couple of months old.
This is just too unreal.
She flipped the photo over carefully and read what was written behind.
The Winchesters: John, Mary, Dean and little Sammy.
Suddenly the sound of Lindsay screaming echoed throughout the house.
Chloe dropped everything and hurried out of the basement, tripping once or twice on the many discarded boxes, but she finally made it to the girl’s room, hurrying to her bed as the child continued to scream, looking at the closet door.
“What is it Lindsay?” She dropped to her knees beside the screaming child, hands on her shoulders. “What happened?”
The girl pointed to the closet. “I saw it! I saw it again!”
Chloe turned and frowned when she saw that the chair had been moved aside and the closet open. Yet there was nothing there. “Did you take the chair away?”
“No. It—it moved by itself!” Lindsay cried hysterically. “It’s the monster! It’s the fire monster!”
Chloe froze, remembering her nightmares of the woman in flames--the woman who’d been burnt to crisp in this very house.
What if--what if this was the same thing that’d killed the woman--in this very same room?!
“Lindsay, get your pillow. You’re coming to sleep with me.” Chloe kept her eyes on the empty closet as Lindsay did as told. “We’re gonna take your brother to my room as well, okay?”
The child nodded quickly and eagerly as they grabbed her things and made a quick exit, heading to where Peter’s nursery was. Chloe picked up the wide-awake boy, and looked around the darkness of the nursery, suddenly seeing everything dark and sinister.
“I don’t like this house.” Lindsay repeated, grabbing onto Chloe’s pajama pants, looking around her, terrified.
Yeah? Well, I’m beginning to think rat infestation isn’t the worst problem this house has either.
Shuffling the kids back to her room, Chloe locked the door behind them. She was never happier than now that Pete had let her have the room with the king-sized bed, because she’d need all the space she could get if she was sharing the bed with the two of them--something she feared she was going to be doing a lot of until she could get to the bottom of this.
Tomorrow morning sharp she was gonna Google John and Mary Winchester, and see what in the world had happened there--and if her nightmares were just nightmares--or if it was something more sinister…like her meteor power finally coming into effect.
“Come on you two.” They got into bed. “We’ll be fine, we’ll be fine.”
And yet they slept with the light on.
Pete hadn’t gotten home the night before.
Chloe didn’t want to worry, so she contented herself with being pissed. Where was Pete and why hadn’t he had the grace to at least phone and tell her that he wasn’t going to spend the night at home? Was he drunk? Was that it? Was he so drunk that he’d passed out somewhere?
He’s GOT to get his act together! His children deserve better than this!
“Where’s dad?” Lindsay asked as they all were in the kitchen that morning, the young girl sitting by the table and eating cereal.
Peter was in his play-pin, playing with some toys.
“He’s out, Lindsay. Eat your cereal.” Chloe was trying to get the food processor to work, and yet it was a no-go. “Great. Yet another thing in this house that doesn’t work.” She sighed and placed her hands on her hips. “Your dad sure knows how to pick ‘em.”
The doorbell rung.
Chloe sighed. Don’t tell me he lost his keys.
Making her way to the door, Chloe wondered if she should let him have a coffee before letting him feel the wind of her ire, but when she opened the door, all of her anger and the many harsh words on the tip of her tongue vanished because it wasn’t Pete on the doorstep, it was two handsome young men.
“Yes?” She asked, and then froze when she recognized the tall brunette.
It’s HIM! It was the guy from her second nightmare! The one who screamed his girlfriend’s name as she burst into flames while pinned on the roof above their bed!
But--but it’s IMPOSSIBLE!
And yet the brunette was looking at her in as much surprise as she was him--as if he’d seen her before too. But that was impossible--right?
“I’m sorry to bother you ma’am.” The shorter, sandy-blonde man announced. “But we’re with the federal--.”
“I’m Sam Winchester.” The brunette quickly butted into whatever the sandy-blonde was about to say, taking a step towards her.
Winchester… Chloe’s heart skipped a beat. Dammit. It’s my passive meteor power. It’s finally become active!
“And this is my brother Dean.” Sam Winchester continued to rush in his speech, looking nervous as he confronted her, both ignoring Dean and thus missing the surprised look he gave his brother. “We used to live here.” He shoved his hands into his pants pockets. “You know, we were just driving by and we were wondering if we could come see the place.”
“Winchester.” She repeated. That name was forever going to appear in her life, wasn’t it? “Yes, I, last night I found some of your pictures.”
“You did?” Dean asked seriously.
She nodded. “Yes, in this wooden keep-safe box in the basement.”
Peter made a noise from the kitchen.
Chloe looked in the direction of the kids, at the Winchester brothers, made a face, and then a decision. “You know what? Come on in.” She let the men into the house and closed the door after them, going to the kitchen knowing that they’d follow her.
“Juice! Juice! Juice!” Peter could be heard as he jumped around his play-pin.
“This is Peter.” She motioned to the cute little boy. “He’s a juice-junkie.” Chloe unlocked the kiddy-lock on the fridge, took out a container of juice, and passed it to the young boy before going to stand behind Lindsay’s chair.
The girl was looking up at the two men warily.
“Lindsay, these are Sam and Dean.” She smiled, placing her hand on the girl’s shoulder. “They used to live here.”
“Hello.” Lindsay finally spoke.
“Hello Lindsay.” Sam smiled at her.
“So,” Dean’s attention was on Chloe. “Just moved in?”
She nodded, knowing that the amount of boxes that they’d had to navigate through to get to the kitchen had been a big clue about that. “Yeah.”
“Where from?” Dean asked, looking around the kitchen and smiling at Peter.
“Wichita.” She explained, going to the sink and giving the food processor a dirty look before sighing and turning back to their guests, leaning back against the counter.
“So, how have you been enjoying the house?” Sam asked.
Chloe frowned slightly, seeing the way he looked at her. It wasn’t like someone asking a casual question like the one he was. It was as if—as if he knew something. She decided to test the theory. “Well, no disrespect for your childhood home, but it’s been a pain in the backside ever since we arrived.”
“Pain?” Dean frowned slightly. “How?”
“Well, the lights flicker every hour despite the fact that Pete swears that the electric wires are all fine, and the food processor is backed up, and we have an infestation of rats.” And maybe ghosts.
“Pete?” Dean asked, face having grown solemn as she’d told them about the house.
“He’s our daddy.” Lindsay announced.
“Oh.” Sam nodded before turning to Chloe. “Have you actually seen these rats or did you only hear them?”
Either he’s really worried about rats or there’s something they aren’t saying. “I’ve only heard them actually. It’s the sounds of claws against wood.”
The men exchanged looks.
Oh, I don’t like that look.
“Ask them.” Lindsay whispered up at Chloe urgently. “Ask them if it was there when they lived here.”
“Ask us if what was here when we lived here?” Sam asked, having overheard the whimper, face made up in a worried scowl. “What are you talking about Lindsay?”
Chloe held her breath.
“The monster that’s in my closet.” Lindsay answered softly. “It came into my room last night and it was on fire.”
Dean’s face went pale immediately, while horror crossed Sam’s features.
My god. Chloe felt fear enter her as she looked at them. They know something. That monster—that thing Lindsay saw--it was real!
“Uh, no, Lindsay.” Sam tried smiling reassuringly at the little girl. “We never had anything in our closet.”
And yet the brothers shared another look, and after a quick tour they made a hasty retreat.
Chloe frowned as she watched them from the window. They hurried away from the house, their stance urgent and rapid, talking animatedly amongst themselves, pointing to the house several times before getting into an Impala parked on the other side of the street and driving away.
The blonde sighed and turned her back on the street, closing her eyes, trying to tamper down the fear in her soul.
This just confirmed her fears.
There’s something in this house with us, and it isn’t Casper.