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.
The Winchester brothers were frozen in horror as they watched Chloe crying, pinned to the ceiling in the same way that the most important women in their lives had been before being killed violently.
They were caught up in their worst memories, the ones that inspired their worst nightmares. Dean was suddenly a frightened little child, watching as his mother went up in flames above his brother’s crib, and Sam was stuck in the memory of looking up in bed and seeing his girlfriend whimper his name before she too went up in an unholy burst of fire.
Chloe continued to cry, her tears and the blood tinting parts of her hair red dripping down upon their faces.
Dean shook off the horror before his younger brother, and went to the bed to push it towards where Chloe was pinned so he could climb on it and see if he could somehow pull her down from the roof. But before Dean could push the bed more than a couple of inches he felt horribly cold, and he cried out as he was suddenly thrown back, body immobilized against the wall.
“Dean!” Sam turned to his brother, finally broken out of his horrifying memories, only to be thrown against the opposite wall, unable to move anything—even his head.
“Damn it!” Dean cursed, trying to struggle against the hold on his body and yet not moving an inch.
“It’s so cold.” Chloe whispered from above them, eyes close shut. “So cold.”
“Chloe?” Sam called, eyes wide in worry, she seemed to be going into shock. “Chloe!”
“Cold.” Chloe whimpered, body visibly shaking, her breath coming out in thick vapors, lips turning blue.
Dean noticed the slight shimmer of mist appearing around Chloe’s body, and struggled further as he realized why she was suddenly so cold while he and Sam were much warmer. “Leave her alone you son of a bitch! Don’t you touch her!”
The elder Winchester suddenly doubted that this was the same thing that’d killed their mom and Jess. Both of the aforementioned women had gone up in flames, and yet Chloe was slowly freezing to death, her skin sickly pale, her lips purple.
Seeing Chloe’s eyes beginning to slowly close, Sam felt terror enter his body. “CHLOE! Stay awake! STAY AWAKE!”
The young woman whimpered and forced her eyes open, green eyes connecting with his brown ones, her pupils dilate and contracting like crazy.
“Dean?” Sam called, not daring to take his eyes from Chloe’s, frightened that the moment he did she’d close her eyes and give in. “We’ve got to do something!”
“I know Sammy!” Dean snapped, frustrated that this thing had him immobile, annoyed with himself for having gotten caught.
Suddenly the closet doors flew open, a figure on fire standing in the middle of the darkness, the sound of the flames crackling in the night as it emerged from the closet.
Dean struggled harder, realizing that this was something else, this could very well be the thing that’d killed his mother! He needed to get free, rescue Chloe, and kill this son of a bitch and maybe then he could put the past behind him.
The elder Winchester brother was still struggling when one whispered word from his brother stilled him completely.
Dean froze, eyes wide as he turned to look at the thing of fire that now stood right beneath Chloe. It—it couldn’t be!
And yet, the fire died down in a gust of wind and suddenly before them stood Mary Winchester, wearing the same nightgown she’d worn the last time Dean had seen her--the night that--.
The ghost of Mary Winchester walked up to her son and smiled that smile that he always remembered, reaching forwards and skimming her hand over his cheek fondly like she would when he was a child. “Dean.”
He was frozen, yet this time not in terror. Hazel eyes widened and filled with tears that wouldn’t be shed as he looked upon the one face he’d prayed to see again, if only once. “Mom.”
“You grew up to be a handsome man.” Mary’s eyes twinkled with pride. “Just try and behave with the women, son. Look for someone to settle down with. You’re not getting any younger you know.”
Dean’s eyes widened, and he blushed in shame. Apparently the undead knew a lot about their living loved ones--or maybe Mary Winchester was the exception to the rule.
With a knowing grin, Mary Winchester turned her back on Dean and went to where Sam was held against the wall. “Sam.”
Emotions flittered desperately over the young Winchester’s face as he beheld the face of his mother, face to face, for the first time since he was 6 months old. His eyes glimmered with tears, and unlike his brother, a few escaped as he couldn’t tear his eyes from his mother.
“I’m sorry.” Mary whispered to her son, emotion thick in her voice.
Confusion clouded over Sam’s features. “For what?”
Regret, pain and other emotions darkened Mary’s eyes as she pulled away, going to where Chloe was struggling to remain awake, her lips nearly black, her skin white as a sheet, her breaths short and labored. “Chloe? Stay awake, it’ll transport you if you fall asleep.”
The young woman whimpered, her teeth chattering, obviously fighting to keep her eyes opened.
“You have to travel with my sons, Chloe.” The female Winchester surprised everyone in the room with those words. “If I had not been here he would have you now, and he must never have you. Never.” She turned to look at her sons, her face serious. “Now that they have found her again, they will continue looking for her. She will never be safe again until this is over. He will always search for her.”
“Who?” Dean cleared his throat when his voice came out croaked. “Who is after her?”
Mary sighed as she looked at her eldest. “The one you look for.”
Dean’s eyes widened. “Who did this to you, mom?” He struggled against the invisible binds that held him once more. “Who’s after Chloe? Tell me so I can kill him and end this!”
Mary looked at her sons with sadness before turning her back on them and looking up at the cold vapor surrounding and thickening around Chloe. “You.” She addressed the spirit. “Get out of my house, leave that girl alone, and let go of my sons.”
As she said that, flames consumed the spirit once more, the heat causing Dean to look away, worried since Chloe was right above his mother.
And then Mary Winchester took off into the air, going through Chloe’s body and up through the ceiling of the roof, where there was the sound of an inhuman screech and then there was nothing.
Sam and Dean felt the power that’d immobilized them disappear the same time Chloe screamed as she began to fall. Sam raced forwards and caught the screaming blonde, the force of her body colliding into his sending them both to the ground.
Dean stood frozen, looking around him in shock before shaking it off and hurrying to where Chloe and Sam were still plastered on the ground, the blonde’s shivering body resting on Sam’s.
“Are you guys okay?” He asked as he pulled off his jacket and wrapped it around Chloe’s shoulders, which were horribly freezing to the touch.
“Y-y-yes.” Chloe stammered, her teeth chattering as she straddled Sam on the floor.
“Sam?” Dean asked when he brother didn’t answer, just remained still on the floor, looking up at the ceiling as if listening to something.
“Now its over.” Sam whispered, before looking at Chloe and then at Dean. “Let’s get out of here?”
Dean grinned. “I’ve seen enough of this house to last me a lifetime.”
Chloe suddenly froze, remembering something that they’d all forgotten in the excitement. “The children!”
“CHLOE?” They heard a male voice calling from downstairs.
The blonde paused and then closed her eyes in relief. “Pete.”
“So you’re telling me that there was a poltergeist in this house and that it is the reason the place looks like World War III took place inside?” Pete asked as he sat on the front steps, Peter sleeping in his lap and Lindsay dozing off with her head resting against him.
“Yeah.” Chloe nodded, hugging herself. “A true-to-God poltergeist--purely supernatural, not one meteor rock in sight.”
Pete gulped, looking behind him at the entrance of the house. “I--and I left my family here by themselves?”
“Don’t blame yourself, Pete.” Chloe ordered. “There was no way you could have known.”
“You think you’d be safe out of Smallville.” Pete snorted, before closing his eyes for a moment, hearing voices inside of the house. “So, these ghostbusters and the psychic you have in my house right now are doing what exactly?”
“Making sure that the house is empty of any sort of supernatural energy.” Chloe explained, glad to be outside in the rays of the newly risen sun, still wearing Dean’s leather jacket and thawing little by little.
“Do you--do you think it’s empty?” Pete asked.
Chloe looked behind him at the open door of the house and nodded, smiling slightly. “Yeah, it’s gone. I don’t--I don’t feel anything anymore.”
Pete frowned. “How did you, feel it, anyway? I remember you saying you didn’t like the feel to the house when we moved in.” He paused, eyes widening. “Do you think its exposure to the meteor rocks? That it’s made you sensitive to ghosts and the paranormal?”
“That’s ridiculous, Pete.” Chloe scoffed.
“No, it isn’t.” The handsome, dark man shook his head stubbornly. “Think about it Chlo. All those meteor freaks? Most of them got powers similar to whatever they were doing when infected. Example A, Desiree Atkins was having uh, relations with her guy when the shower fell--BOOM she has pheromone powers.”
Chloe frowned. “But I wasn’t there when the meteors fell.”
“But you’ve been in contact with more freaks and meters than anyone else I know, Chlo, and all the while you were investigating the unusual.” Pete pressed. “Who says that you didn’t get ‘freaked’ into sensing the unusual?”
Chloe frowned. Stranger things had been known to happen…especially to her. “I—Pete—I don’t like where this is going. Almost all the freaks I know are insane and--.” She stopped, looking up at Pete. “I’m going with them.”
“With the freaks?” Pete blinked, confused.
“No, with the ghostbus--with Dean and Sam.” Chloe shook her head. “The ghost--their mother--she said I had to go with them, that there was something after me. I—it was the same thing that killed her.”
Pete frowned. “Chloe, you can’t seriously consider leaving with some strangers just because a ghost told you to!” He looked horrified. “Look, Chlo, if something is after you Clark will take care of it. You and I both know that he’s able to take care of the unusual—and that he’d kill to keep you safe.”
“Pete,” Chloe sighed, not meeting her friend’s gaze. “Clark can’t always be there to save me…and I’m not going to run away from this thing. Mary Winchester said that it would always hunt me, and since Dean and Sam are hunting it, I think I’d rather be on the offensive than on the defensive.”
And yet Pete just wouldn’t let go of his resolve to keep her there. “I’m going to call Clark.”
“Calling Clark isn’t going to change anything, Pete.” Chloe went to kneel in front of him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I let you go when you moved to Wichita to start afresh, and now I need you to let me go.”
He closed his eyes. “Chloe. It could be dangerous.”
“It will be dangerous.” She nodded her agreement. “But I know its something I have to do.”
Peter opened his eyes and sighed. “If those two don’t take care of you I’ll leave the kids with Lana and hunt them down.”
“You do that.” She grinned.
Hearing someone clear their voice from the doorway, both turned to see Missouri Moseley and the boys behind them.
“What’s the verdict?” Pete asked the older, African American woman.
“The house is now empty.” Missouri smiled at him, before turning her expression on Chloe. “One day I’ll figure out what’s wrong with your aura.” And with that she walked away, leaving everyone in awkward silence.
Chloe, never having been one to stand silence, stood and cleared her throat. “So…”
“We’ll wait in the car while you pack. Just don’t take too long, we have a lot of ground to cover before nightfall.” Dean announced before shouldering past his bother and going towards the Impala.
Pete frowned at Dean’s back.
“That was my brother’s retarded way of asking you to come along with us.” Sam smiled, slightly embarrassed.
She smiled back at him. “I have little to pack. I’ll be there in a minute.”
She’d packed her things, said her goodbyes to Pete and the children, and had gotten into the Impala to an uncomfortable silence. The young blonde had stayed in the backseat, earphones on and typing quick explanatory emails to her friends and family--knowing that she would soon be hearing from both her cousin Lois from Metropolis, and Clark.
Only many hours later, when Dean grew tired and Sam offered to drive, did Chloe speak, offering Dean the backseat so he could sleep. The sandy-blonde had given her a slightly embarrassed smile and thanked her. They’d parked the car, everyone had changed seats, and started off again.
An hour later Dean was snoring.
“The house was empty, right?” Chloe whispered into the darkness some hours later, laptop off and in her small backpack filled with clothes and other necessities. “I didn’t just leave Pete and the kids in a haunted house, right?”
“They’re fine.” Sam whispered back as they drove on the lonely highway. “Missouri didn’t feel anything, and this time, neither did I.”
“I—I didn’t either.” Chloe admitted.
Sam spared her a quick look before returning his gaze to the road. “My mother’s ghost wasn’t there anymore either.” He made a little noise. “Missouri says that my mom’s spirit and the poltergeist’s energies cancelled each other out. She destroyed herself going after that thing.” He cleared his throat but still his voice was hoarse with emotion. “Why would she do something like that?”
For Chloe, the answer was simple.
“To protect her sons.” She paused. “Even though Mary was a ghost, she was still your mother and a mother’s instinct is to always protect her children, no matter what.”
Unlike my mom.
“I didn’t feel anything inside the house either.” Chloe closed her eyes, shivering as she remembered her mother’s eyes deadly black, and the sneer on her face as her fingernails bit angrily into Chloe’s skin. “I felt something was wrong with the house, I don’t know how, but I did. At least—at least I know that Pete and the kids are fine now--although I don’t know how I know it. Not really.”
“Was--.” Sam cleared his throat once more. “Do you have a mother?”
Chloe blinked her eyes open, turning to look at him in surprise. “No.”
Sam frowned, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. “Did she die in a freak fire accident when you were young? Or did she die in any kind of freak accident?”
Chloe shook her head. “No. When I was eight my mother’s eyes turned midnight black and she wasn’t my mother anymore. She--she hurt me. She tried to take me somewhere—wanted to take me somewhere—said she needed to.” The blonde was deep in her memories, and didn’t notice the way Sam’s eyes widened at what she said.
“What--what stopped her from taking you?” Sam asked.
Sam’s head spun in her direction. “What?”
Chloe sighed, turning up the heat in the car. “It’s a good thing I’m not sleepy, because I have a feeling we have a lot to say to each other.”