Title: See No Evil
Sequel to: Hallowed Ground
Characters: Lois Lane, Dean Winchesters, Chloe Sullivan, Pete Ross, Adam Knight, Wade Mahaney, Jacob Goodnight, and more
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural/See No Evil
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: A year has passed since Hope. Lois just wanted to keep an eye on her supposedly healing little cousin. Dean just wanted to check up on the two girls he hasn't been able to put out of his mind. No one really knows what Chloe's really after. But when they're trapped in the decayed Luthor Castle with a murderous lunatic things like that don't really matter.
Lois had indeed called Mrs. Ross to make sure Chloe was truly there, and had had the woman pass the phone to her cousin to be even more sure. The brunette knew that under other circumstance everyone would think she overprotected the kid, but after the incident with Moira Sullivan (which was sadly enough common knowledge in Smallville) the people seemed to support Lois' mothering of the girl. She'd had a couple of older women stop her and commend her on the "good job" she was doing on Chloe, and while she wanted to point out that taking care of and helping Chloe wasn't a "job" she was grateful for the support and the way people helped her keep an eye on her little cousin. It was getting harder and harder considering that Uncle Gabe was getting more and more work placed on his shoulders, and now it was a rarity to actually have him in Smallville, much less thehouse.
How things were going, Lois could see a promotion to a different plant in a different city in the horizon. She didn't think that the move would be a good thing for Chloe though. Despite the mental facility that housed the now catatonic Moira Sullivan being in Metropolis and thus too close for comfort, this was Chloe's home and Lois didn't think uprooting her from all she knew and loved was a good idea. She'd talked about the possibility with Chloe's psychiatrist as well during her check ups with her, Uncle Gabe having given her guardianship of her cousin in his absence. Dr. Masters believed that moving could undermine all the progress they'd made so far.
And honestly, if Dr. Masters said something, Lois was going to follow it to the last word. The brunette didn't know what stars to thank for Dr. Masters coming to work in Metropolis just when her cousin was in need of serious psychiatric help, but Lois thanked them nonetheless. Dr. Masters was dedicated and nice and was probably the only psychiatrist they'd seen who hadn't tried to ply Chloe with all sorts of medications, instead using other ways to try and treat the girl. Lois didn't know exactly what went on during Chloe's sessions with Dr. Masters, but both her and Adam spoke wonders of the young yet obviously talented doctor.
Speaking about Adam, he'd texted Lois earlier to find out if she was okay, and the brunette had had to apologize profusely for forgetting all about him and blowing him off. With a quick explanation that an old friend had arrived unexpectedly she'd asked for a rain check, and gracious as always Adam hadn't had any problem with it, wishing her a good time with her old "friend".
And that was exactly what Lois was having as she sat on the sofa with Dean, both cradling beers as they spoke.
It was good to see him again.
She mightn't have known Dean long, but during those arduous hours in Hope she'd known he'd had her and Chloe's backs. The brunette really didn't have that luxury here, especially now with Uncle Gabe basically living in hotels all across America due to conference meetings or workshops or seminars or whatever else the ever absent Lionel Luthor thought he needed to do and go through to be a more competent manager. And if Lois was going to go to this cleanup place, in what might be a haunted house, she was glad that she had Dean there with her.
"So your uncle doesn't wonder why his beer's gone when he comes back?" Dean asked, taking a gulp of the beer.
"That's not his beer." Lois admitted with a mischievous smile of her own. "I know his schedule pretty good, it is posted on the fridge and kept faithfully. I have a pretty kick ass fake ID that I use in Metropolis to get the beer, and by the time Uncle Gabe is back the beer's been drunk and the garbage truck has already taken away the evidence."
"Impressive." He chuckled, shaking his head.
"So how's the hunting going? Your dad still as Navy as last time?" That was another thing that she could relate to Dean with, their fathers were both military men and had raised their children like soldiers.
"Yeah, he is, but if he were any other way I'd be freaked out." Dean admitted with a snort. "He's letting me go on more and more solo hunts. That's cool. But I usually end up having to call him or Bobby when I end up hunting something I've never come up against."
"Bobby?" This was a new name, if she remembered right the hunter she'd met was named Caleb, and Dean had mentioned a Pastor Jim, but she hadn't heard of a Bobby yet.
"Yeah, he's probably the hunter with the most knowledge when it comes to supernatural things. His library is filled with the more obscure occult volumes." Dean explained, trailing his thumb against the mouth of his bottle of beer. "He's the Go To Guy for Hunters everywhere."
"Don't tell Chloe about this, she's going to want to find this Bobby and make him her Sensei." Lois snorted, half serious.
"Duly warned." Dean put his bottle down on a coaster on the coffee table.
"Do you have any family other than your father or is it just the two of you?" Lois asked, realizing that there was still so much she didn't know about him. "I think I remember you mentioning something about a younger brother once to Chloe-that he was scared of clowns as well? Or did I just make that up somehow?"
Dean hesitated, an odd emotion crossing his face, before he sighed and answered. "No you didn't, that's my little brother, Sammy. He's your age and in Pre-Law at Stanford."
"Stanford? That's a great school, Chloe went to school with someone who graduated early and went there." Lois whispered, impressed. "This might sound insulting...but how does a man who hunts the supernatural for a living afford to send his kid to such posh diggs?"
"He doesn't. Dad doesn't even talk to Sammy anymore. There was a little falling out when he found out about the scholarship." Dean wouldn't look at her, obviously not used to talking about these things and somewhat uncomfortable. "Sammy's always been the smart one in the family and he got a full ride to Stanford...which he took and immediately got the hell out of the hunting business. Dad told him if he walked out of the door he would consider him dead, and Sammy nearly ran out with his things in his eagerness."
Lois cradled her beer to her chest, her heart going out to Dean as yet another similarity between them was brought up.
"I call him once every couple of months, swing by and keep an eye on him without him knowing," Dean shrugged as if it wasn't anything important, but it obviously was. "He's got a good thing going. He's got friends, a normal life. Hasn't gotten a girlfriend yet, or at least he hadn't the last time I'd checked up on him, but he's got his head screwed on right." Dean reached back for his beer and took a very long gulp of it. "You know, you and Chloe remind me of how we used to be when he was smaller."
"I have a younger sister, she's around Chloe's age, just a little younger." Lois ran her fingers through her hair. "After my mother died my father was unable to handle everything and he shipped her off to this expensive boarding school in Europe and while at first she wrote letters and called telling me she missed me as much as I missed her...I only hear from her at christmas and my birthday...and that's usually only because she sends me e-cards."
Dean finally looked at her, silent, taking a swig of her beer.
She looked back just as silent, taking a swig of her own bottle.
They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, just silently looking at each other, before she finally broke the silence.
"Not that I'm not happy to have you here, because I am, and Chloe's obviously ecstatic...but what are you doing in Smallville?"
His hazel eyes met hers. "I honestly have no idea why I came...I just felt in my gut that I should." He chuckled derisively, shaking his head. "Normally I don't believe in that whole intuition mumbo jumbo but I really felt that I should come here so I did."
She contemplated on that, gaze going to the clock for what must have been the hundredth time now. It wasn't that she was bored with Dean and wondering when it would be over and she could go to sleep. No. It was close to Chloe's curfew, less than a minute to go, and the girl still had yet to come home. She didn't want to have to call the blonde and tell her to come home.
The second the hand on the clock hit the hour, the sounds of keys in the lock could be heard, and Chloe entered the house, locking the door behind her. "No need to call the cops or the bus station. I'm here." She was covered in paint from head to toe, it was somewhat comical. "I'm gonna hit the sack and sleep soundly, with my music on high. Just thought you two should know that." And with that she was running up the stairs.
Lois eyed her cousin's fleeing figure, swearing to get revenge later.
"Seriously." Dean pointed his bottle towards the stairs. "How is that the same girl?"
Lois shook her head, finishing her bottle.
"And what was that crack about bus stations?"
The brunette sighed, putting her empty bottle on the coffee table. "A couple of months after Hope Chloe ran away leaving a note saying she'd be back in a week, for us not to worry or bother the cops since she was coming back. Needless to say a week to the day she returned, threw her bag on her bed, and never answered anyone's questions as to where she'd been or what she'd done." Lois made up her face, still very much wary and annoyed by that. "There was a flippant comment about following a bear under a starry sky though, and I'm still unable to really piece that one together."
"Following...a bear." Dean raised his eyebrows.
"Exactly." Lois threw her hands out. "Where did she find this bear, why was she following it, and why didn't it eat her?"
"All very good questions." Dean frowned, finishing his own beer. "Her father didn't press her for more details? If I'd disappeared at that age and with that sort of excuse my father would have beaten the living shit out of me."
"So would mine, but Uncle Gabe isn't much of a disciplinarian." Lois made a face, contemplating the many differences between her uncle's and father's parenting methods. "He was just glad to have her safe and sound in one piece."
"Sex Bomb" began playing loudly from Chloe's room, the blonde having apparently been quite serious moments ago about providing herself an audio distraction from any "noises" Lois and Dean might be making.
The little demon.
"And on that note," Lois chuckled, shaking her head as she stood. "We should probably get to bed now."
Dean nodded. "I haven't slept in a bed in a couple of nights...I'm going to sleep like a log."
He couldn't sleep.
At first when Dean had hit the bed he'd fallen asleep immediately, and it'd been a nice deep sleep at that, but a couple of hours later he was awake and tossing and turning. The hunter didn't understand how he could sleep the whole night through on the shitty beds in the motels he'd basically grown up in, and yet here he was on what was probably a goddamn Serta mattress and he couldn't even pretend to be sleeping. It was annoying the hell out of him as he turned left and right, trying to get comfortable in the too comfortable bed.
Maybe he was too used to shitty things that he couldn't handle the good stuff in life.
The thought was depressing.
Turning on his side once more, Dean tried to wiggle into some sort of comfortable position-when his ears picked up a sound downstairs.
Sitting up his hand reached under his pillow immediately and pulled out a blessed Hunga Munga blade. Tightening his grip on the handle as he silently rose to his feet and stood by the door, Dean listened for the sound and heard it again. Yeah. There was someone or something downstairs.
Reaching for the doorknob, Dean unlocked and turned it silently, his bare feet silent as the night against the carpeted hall as he crept through the darkness towards the stairs. He stared below at the darkness, not seeing any movement, yet a sound in another room proved that the person or thing was in the kitchen. The hunter took the stairs two steps at the time and hurried over the tiles below, pressing against the wall next to the archway which led to the kitchen. He changed the way he held his blade, ready to slice whoever was invading...and then he gazed over the edge of the doorway and all tension left him.
Letting out a sigh, Dean gazed up at the ceiling and pushed away from the wall, going through the arched entry into the kitchen. "So I'm figuring I'm not the only one who counting sheep didn't work for."
To her credit, Chloe didn't react much to his sudden appearance, the fifteen year old sitting on the edge of the counter, emptying the glass in her hand with one long gulp. "Nightmare."
He sent her a look, remembering Lois mentioning the fact that the girl had less nightmares than before.
Maybe Lois just didn't know the half of it.
Picking up the half empty bottle of Grey Goose next to Chloe's hip, Dean made a face. "You're not drinking this shit straight, are you?"
"Don't be ridiculous." She rolled her eyes, reaching down into the sink on the other side of her hip to pull up a bottle of cold fruit juice. "Want some? I find that after a nightmare this is the only thing that dulls the pain a lil."
The girl was slurring slightly, yet not enough to be drunk.
Dean knew drunk women, and this one was only tipsy. "The nightmares hurt?"
"Imagine almost every night you mentally relive having a knife stabbed through your heart hilt deep, and slicing through your skin, twice." Chloe poured some of the fruit juice into her glass, putting the juice back down before reaching out for the bottle Dean still had. "Your mind is so sure it's actually happening that it fools your body into believing it." She poured the clear liquid into her glass before settling it down next to her once more as she swirled her glass around to mix it into the juice. "So ghost pains take over and not only do you end up with your chest killing you-but your head's going to explode on top of it all."
"Thus the vodka." Dean went to the sink and grabbed a clean glass, filling it with some juice as well.
"Thus the vodka." Chloe agreed, taking another long gulp, the glass half empty when she lowered it from her lips and cradled it on her lap.
"You have a 'killer ID' like your cousin?" The hunter reached her side and poured more vodka in his juice, maneuvering himself so that he was seated on the counter next to her. "Because even though you've done some growing while I've been gone..." He took a sip of his drink, never admitting out loud to liking fruity drinks yet enjoying the taste of this. "And can I just say that for two underaged girls you two drink better alcohol than I do?"
Chloe chuckled softly, shaking her head, taking a smaller sip. "I don't have a fake ID. I can pass for someone of drinking age if necessary, but there has to be darkness, flashing lights, revealing clothes, an awesome makeup job...and lots of alcohol involved."
"So you have someone who is 21 buy it for you." Dean read between the lines, although the detailed reference to being able to pass for older, and the surety in her words, both intrigued and made him wary.
"Money has been known to exchange hands." Chloe declared with a little smirk.
Dean wondered how Lois managed to keep the amount of control she had on this girl. It was obvious that her father was the "hippie type" his father always grunted about, those without discipline and order. He didn't put down his foot and reign in his daughter. In Dean's eyes, Chloe's father shouldered half of the blame for everything, leading all the way to the attack on his daughter. The man hadn't been harsh on his wife, hadn't kept her in a full security lockdown psyche ward, had wanted her close so he could continue frequently visiting her. Both things had facilitated her escape and attack on their daughter.
And now that Chloe was a troubled teenager with obvious boundary issues he just sat back and let Lois, who was basically a kid herself, play mother.
Dean felt righteous indignation on Lois' part, but he wondered if it was fully because he was annoyed on her behalf-or if it was because he knew what it was like raising a sibling without any support from his father.
He wondered if he was angry at Gabriel Sullivan because he was mad at John Winchester.
Those were things he really didn't want to think about...especially now with Sammy abandoning them John was the only family Dean had left.
Chloe whimpered, pressing her hand to her heart, bending over slightly.
Dean frowned. "You okay?"
"Yeah...ghost pain." She grunted, head bent, hair falling into her scrunched up face. She whimpered, the grip on her glass tightening viciously, and when she finally straightened the blonde threw her head back and gulped the rest of the drink as if salvation was at the end of the empty glass. "Hurts like a mother."
There was nothing he could say to that, bringing his glass to his mouth.
"How old were you when you lost your virginity?"
He spat out the drink in his mouth, pounding his chest with his fist. "What?"
"It's a fairly straightforwards question...unless you're confused whether I'm considering oral sex and/or mutual masturbation as losing virginity or if I mean vaginal intercourse." She should be too tipsy to remember those long words. "And to clear up any confusion you might have, I mean good old fashioned intercourse."
"I don't think this is a conversation you should be having with a guy while you're tipsy." Dean made a face. "This is something you should be talking to Lois about."
"I already have. I know her stats. I want to know yours." She pressed on. "Statistically girls lose their virginity at sixteen, guys a year or so earlier."
"Been studying this up?"
"Oh, yeah. I was nearly raped by my dead ancestor while he was wearing some kid's skin because I was a virgin at the time. It's situations like that that made me wonder if it was really something worth keeping." She suddenly began to giggle, proving that she might be on her way to drunk as she turned her gaze on him. "When you were done with it, did you really wish you'd saved yourself for marriage?"
He was not having this conversation with a drunk fifteen year old kid.
No way in hell.
"Maybe we should get back to bed." Dean slid from the counter, uneasy.
"You're no fun." Chloe complained but slid down as well, surprisingly steady on her hands as she grabbed the juice and placed it back in the fridge. "But seriously though..." the girl reached for the bottle of Grey Goose before turning to Dean, face surprisingly serious considering a minute ago she was giggling while asking inappropriate questions. "Do you think Lois is pretty?"
He frowned at this weird change in topic. "Of course I do."
"Are you attracted to her?" Chloe pushed.
"I'm not blind." He was getting more and more uncomfortable with the direction of this conversation.
"That's good." Chloe just confused him more and more. "Ever since this happened to me she's stopped being a teenager and has decided to become my mother. But I don't need a mother. I have one. Sure, she's a psychotic bitch who drove a knife through my heart twice, but she's still my mother. I don't need Lois to be my mother. I don't want Lois to be my mother."
That was the most selfish thing he'd heard.
Dean's eyes narrowed and he opened his mouth to tell the blonde off and try knock some sense into her like his father had done to him time and time again while growing up.
"She has guys who like her, and she likes them, but won't let it happen because I guess she feels she needs to deal with my shit and can't deal with a guy's shit on top of it-but she's making her life pass her by! And I feel guilty as fuck!" Chloe rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand, voce breaking and slightly high. "I don't want her to just put her life on hold because mine's screwy."
Dean closed his mouth, all of his anger and annoyance melting into pity for the messed up little girl in front of him.
The kid looked close to tears yet was fighting them violently, pridefully.
"I shouldn't be saying this, I wouldn't be saying this if it wasn't for the vodka, sorry. Forget I said anything...and don't tell Lois about this. She worries about me enough as it is and is so happy now that she thinks I don't have nightmares. She's actually sleeping the whole night through in her room and not staying awake so she can wake me up when I have them. Let her at least have a good night's rest." Her voice wavered as she sniffled. "Night Dean."
Dean watched her go.
Lois was putting her own life on hold to dedicate herself to raising Chloe, just like he had for Sam...and as he watched the tiny blonde sway away, Dean couldn't help but wonder if Sammy had ever felt the almighty guilt Chloe obviously did because of it.