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22nd-Aug-2012 01:22 pm
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See No Evil

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
Rating: T
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.




"Hands in the air!"

"Sheriff Miller?" Lois recognized the man although she put her hands up nonetheless along with Pete and Wade. "It's me, Lois Lane."

The guns lowered as the deputies fanned out, letting their leader go towards her, holding his gun tightly. "Do you know where the other civilians are?"

She shook her head, finally lowering her hands, fighting tears. "The last we saw Chloe, Dean and Derek they were alive, but we don't know if they still are or if anyone else is either."

"Keep your weapons drawn." Wade frowned at the deputies. "Unless you've put that bastard out of his misery then he's still around and you need to keep alert."

"What do you know?" Sheriff Miller narrowed his eyes.

Pete cleared his throat. "It's Jacob Goodnight. That's all."

Sheriff Miller seemed to be examining them, before nodding. "Hernandez, Donovan, escort them to the cars."

"I'm not going anywhere!" Lois grabbed his arm. "My cousin's still in here somewhere!"

"And we're going to find her." Sheriff Miller replied stiffly. "But we need you and the others safe and sound and out of the way."

"But-!" Lois couldn't leave, she wouldn't!

"Sir!" Jenkins announced. "There's movement."

The guns trained in the direction indicated, indeed hearing the sound of heavy footsteps.

Lois was pushed behind Sheriff Miller and the others, stumbling slightly, alert as the sound grew closer...closer...until...

...Chloe and Dean hobbled around the corner, both looking bruised, bloody and beaten, limping and leaning on the other for support.

Relief soared through Lois as she pushed passed the Sheriff and his deputies, wrapping her arms around her shaking cousin. Chloe wrapped her free arm around Lois' waist, crying into her neck, while still keeping her sustaining arm around Dean.

Lois held on tightly and cried in relief.

Chloe was alive.

For now that was all that mattered.

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The sheriff and his deputies had followed the directions to Goodnight's body, taking him out in a body bag while looking incredibly uneasy, and then had followed Chloe and Dean's directions to the shrine where they found the rest of the bodies. With everyone accounted for, including the mass murderer, the survivors were taken to the Smallville clinic to be taken care of, most of them having minor injuries. Dean was definitely the worst off with two cracked ribs.

The deputies had taken their statements there in the clinic, knowing it was best for them to have this sorted with quickly. Already the media seemed to have caught wind of the story and were storming the hospital's parking lot.

Pete and Trevor's parents were quick to come to their children's side, Sean and Jenna's parents not so lucky as to have children to embrace tightly in relief. Derek's mother was from Smallville too but too sickly to come herself, so his younger sister arrived.

In the end, even as he bathed in Gabe Sullivan's bathroom later that night, Dean couldn't get rid of the scent of death all around him. He couldn't forget the screams of the family members who'd learnt they'd lost their loved ones.

He also couldn't forget the things Margaret had told him while holding that bloodied knife. Even now he didn't fully understand her and Goodnight's(her son?) role in everything, or how they tied in with Moira Sullivan. He didn't get the connection between Chloe and his own mother. As far as he knew his father was the one who'd dabbled with the supernatural after Mary's death.

Her death had been the catalyst...

...or so he'd always thought.

If what Margaret had said was true, then there was more to it than just that. His mother was supposedly "tainted" because of something she'd done for his father. But what?

It obviously was connected with Chloe somehow, and Dean leaned under the shower, letting the warm water cascade down his head and back as he replayed every single interaction he'd ever had with the tiny blonde. He couldn't think of one instance in which she'd "tainted" herself for him.

The hunter froze, remembering her mentioning that she'd tried distracting that asshole so he wouldn't kill him.

That couldn't be it right?

The rape hadn't gone through.

Jesus.

Dean's hands on the tiles clenched in fists.

The poor kid was going to become terrified of men if this kept up.

First Hathaway, then the nameless fuck in California, and now Goodnight? Dean still couldn't understand how she could stand touching him after that horrible experience!

This is gonna fuck her up so much more.

He slammed his fist into the tiles in frustration before turning off the water in irritation and shoving the shower curtain aside as he gingerly stepped out of the shower. His ribs were killing him, but he ignored them as best as he could, reaching for a towel and wrapping it around his hips as he emerged from the bathroom into the barely used room of Gabriel Sullivan.

A spike of fury surged through him at the man.

How could he leave these girls here all alone like this after everything that'd happened?

Did he honestly not give a shit?

Speaking of fathers...

Dean took in a deep breath as he limped towards the phone by the bedside, sitting down as he dialed his father's number. He needed to talk to the man and-.

"Who the hell is this and how did you get this number?" John Winchester's gruff voice growled unwelcomingly.

"It's me. Dean." He didn't know why he felt the need to add his name.

"Where the hell have you been boy?" John Winchester snapped. "I've been calling you for hours. I need your ass in Franklin, Virginia. This hunt's more than we expected and we need your help."

"Dad, I-." Dean tried.

"Now Dean. People are dying here." John interrupted. "Call me once you're in the city's limits so I can give you directions to where we are."

And with that he hung up.

Dean gazed at the phone's handle for a second before slamming it into the receiver with a curse.

Apparently he wasn't going to get any answers unless he saw the man face to face.

He brought his hand to his stomach, wincing at the thought of all that driving while his ribs were this painful, but facing John Winchester's wrath would be worse.

"Goddammit!" He hissed, laying back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

He'd hoped to stick around a little longer this time.

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Lois was doing her best not to be overbearing and to give her cousin the space she needed. It was hard though, especially when all she wanted to do was hold the blonde tightly and ask her to tell her everything that'd happened. The fact that Chloe's clothes had been torn the way they had had filled Lois with dread, but she'd pulled back her own need.

They'd both bathed and were in the living room, Chloe in sweat pants and a baggy shirt, hugging her knees to her chest and staring unseeingly at the television. Lois sat on the same sofa, pretending to watch the show as well, while sending her cousin quick looks out of the corner of her eyes.

She had to admit that she wasn't calm and collected either. Every time there was a noise or a movement around the windows she jumped. Chloe noticed it and reached out to squeeze her hand, giving her support and comfort in her own way despite the trauma so very visible in her eyes.

Lois held back tears and squeezed her cousin's hand back.

When Adam arrived the brunette had to admit that she was ecstatic to see him, hugging him tightly and finding comfort and relief in his embrace. He was exactly what she needed right now, and she'd let him sit down between her and Chloe on the sofa, listening to him as the brunet asked her cousin soft questions.

Chloe, hugging her knees to her chest once more, gave him a small smile and nodded her answer.

Adam reached out to touch her hair.

Chloe flinched away, and then guilt was visible in her eyes.

Adam frowned at her, worry visible in his blue orbs as they narrowed on her. "Who's up for something sweet?"

Chloe blinked in confusion, her smile wobbly. "You brought something sweet?"

"It's in my car." He nodded, standing once more and sending Lois a look. "Will you help me get the bags out?"

"Bags?" Lois asked in surprise, following him outside to where his car was parked next to Dean's. "Just how many things did you-?"

And then she was pulled into a tight hug, Adam trembling slightly as he held on, breathing in the scent of her hair.

"I should have come with you."

Something lodged itself in her throat as she hugged him back, hiding her face in his shirt. "You mightn't have made it if you did."

"I could have protected-."

Lois hugged him tighter, fighting the urge to break down and bawl her eyes out. She had to be strong. She-.

"You don't have to be strong." Adam whispered into her hair. "Not right now. Not with me."

Slowly she felt her resolve cracking, and before she even knew what was happening Lois found herself sobbing brokenly into his shirt, letting all the fear and uncertainty she'd felt in that godforsaken house just crash out of her in a tidal wave of emotion.

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Letting the curtain slip between her fingers and cover the window, Chloe felt the guilt clawing at her soul as she turned her back on the scene of Lois broken down, crying into Adam's arms. Tears filled those green eyes as Chloe hugged herself, feeling shittier than she ever had. It was her fault that Lois had had to go through what she had, and she was never going to forgive herself for making her cousin cry as inconsolably as she was.

Hearing footsteps coming down the stairs, Chloe wiped at her tears rapidly and cleared her throat, turning in time to see Dean stepping off of the last step, his bag of things in his hand.

Her stomach crashed to her feet.

"You're leaving?" Was that her voice sounding so pathetically vulnerable?

He hesitated, clearing his throat as he came closer, dropping his bag to the ground. "My father needs my help in Virginia."

"Oh." She hugged herself, forcing herself to smile, hating the fact that she knew it was wobbly. "I-is it wise to drive with your ribs like they are?"

He flinched, rubbing behind his head. "It's not going to be a joy ride, but I've managed longer drives on worse injuries."

"Oh." Again that was all she could come up with.

He nodded, gaze sliding away from her to the now empty sofa. "Where's Lois?"

"Outside with Adam." She hugged herself tighter. "He brought some stuff so she's helping him bring them in."

"Oh." His gaze went to her bandaged feet. "You should really be off of them."

She nodded. "Yeah, I should."

An awkward silence stretched between them before Dean finally cleared his throat and grabbed his bag. "I, uh, should probably be going."

"Right." She nodded, gaze going to her feet. "Sorry about you losing the weapons you took to the castle."

Dean shrugged. "I can always find replacements."

"Sure." Chloe realized she was stalling and scolded herself for it. "Drive safely, okay?"

He nodded, hesitating only a second before heading towards the front door and walking outside, closing the door behind him.

Chloe went to the sofa and threw herself on it, bringing her hands to her face.

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Dean felt like the biggest douche in the history of douchedom.

As he trudged towards his 'Pala Dean kept his head up and tried not to feel like he was doing the same thing that Gabriel Sullivan did, leaving these girls to fend for themselves. Unlike Gabriel Dean didn't have a commitment to Chloe and Lois, had no obligation to stay and keep them safe.

And he needed to talk to his father. He needed things cleared. He—he needed to leave if he was going to clear up some of the things that were going through his mind.

As he neared the parked cars he barely noticed Lois and Adam yank away from each other, the brunette wiping at her eyes frantically.

"You're leaving?"

He had no reason to feel guilty.

He didn't.

"Yeah, my dad needs me." He nodded, opening the back seat and throwing his things in it.

"Should you be driving with your injuries?" Adam surprised him by asking, frowning in genuine concern.

See? I'm not leaving them alone. They've got this guy looking out for them. They don't need me.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Dean nodded, closing the door and turning towards them. "I left my father's number in the bedroom, you guys can get in contact with me on that line if you need anything."

Lois hugged him, being careful not to hurt his ribs. "Thank you so much for everything, again."

He hugged her awkwardly, patting her back. "It's okay. Take care of yourself and the kiddo."

"Of course." Her voice broke as she pulled away, giving him a wobbly smile. "Though I think we all know I haven't been doing an exemplary job of it so far."

"That's a lie." Adam frowned.

Lois shook her head, sighing, hugging herself. "Take care Dean."

This wasn't his business.

It wasn't.

Nodding, Dean got into the 'Pala and started her engine before backing out onto the street and speeding away.

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Something was making a noise in the kitchen.

Terror filled her and she wanted to scream, wanted to hide, wanted to run out to where Lois and the others were.

No! You can't be scared at every single sound!

Taking in a deep breath, Chloe fought her shivers of terror as she slowly made her way towards the kitchen, flicking the light on, biting back a scream when she saw a male figure by the back door. She fought every instinct and walked towards the door slowly, whimpering, shivering, before turning the blinds to reveal...Wade.

Letting out a cry of relief, Chloe's hand went to her heart as she unlocked and yanked open the door. "What the hell? You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

"Come out here for a bit." Wade motioned with his chin towards the back before turning and walking there.

Narrowing her eyes in confusion, Chloe sighed and went to the kitchen, writing on the pad on the fridge letting Lois know where she was, before slipping out the back door and into the shadowed back yard. She hugged herself as she ventured towards the tree, where Wade was leaning against.

"How are you?" Wade asked, hands in his jacket's pocket, a lit cigarette between his lips.

"Better now that I know you're not some psycho killer." She replied, standing in front of him. "How are you?"

"Sick of this fucking place." He blew out a wall of smoke in frustration. "My best friends are dead."

Her heart hurt for him, knowing that Scott and Derek were all Wade had, just like her and Lois. She could understand the pain he must be going through right now and it tore at her.

The blonde gulped, hesitating for a couple of seconds before finally reaching out and placing her hand on his arm, rubbing it. "I'm sorry."

He nodded, not looking at her. "I'm leaving here and I'm never coming back."

"What?" She turned towards him in shock, eyes widening. "When?"

"Now." He replied, staring up at the heavens as he blew out another breath of smoke. "All my shit's in my car." Throwing the cigarette to the ground, he crushed it with his shoe before turning towards her. "Wanna come with?"

The blonde blinked. "You're asking me to leave with you?"

"Wouldn't be the first time." He announced pointblank. "You want to leave, you know you hate it here. Come with me. We can forget about this fucking place and everything that happened here. We can put our past behind us and never have to ever think about it ever again."

Chloe stared up into his face silently.

She was tempted.

Dammit!

She wanted to say yes!

She wanted to put Smallville in her rearview mirror and forget all about it and everything. She wanted to be someone else with different problems. She wanted to forget.

But she couldn't.

No matter how much she wanted to.

She owed Lois so much, and refused to repay her with that level of shittiness.

Wade sighed, reading her face. "You're going to regret staying here."

"I will." She agreed sadly.

Wade trailed down the tree, sitting on the ground.

She followed suit, sitting next to him in silence.

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"What am I going to do Adam?" Lois whispered, leaning against his car, trying to get herself together, composed, before going back into the house. "I don't know how to raise her, especially not with all the shit that keeps happening to her! And I'm never able to protect her! I'm failing her at every turn!"

"You're not failing her, Lois. She just has issues, and you're doing your best to help her through them." Adam reached out to brush a lock of hair out of her face. "Maybe...maybe she should start taking meds."

"No." Lois shook her head. "No meds. I don't want her all drugged up all the time! There has to be a way that-."

"Ah, this is very fortunate." An unfamiliar voice announced, causing both Adam and Lois to turn towards the road, seeing a man standing there.

"Can we help you?" Adam frowned, moving himself slightly in front of Lois protectively.

"Yes, you can." The man smirked.

Lois pushed away from the car, feeling cold chills running up and down her spine. "Who are you?"

"I usually don't entertain mud monkeys or their demands, but considering I'm in a good mood at this moment I'll oblige." He sneered as he came towards them, menace in his every step. "You may call me Uriel."



Comments 
23rd-Aug-2012 11:27 pm (UTC)
what are you doing X).... seriously,uriel?.. this story just turned epic...
will lois make some deal with him.... and if chloe would leave town, it should be with dean (bdw...*on floor kneel and worship*... IT'S GOING TO BE CHLEAN,RIGHT?)

can't wait for the last part....


24th-Aug-2012 12:49 am (UTC)
Well, that would be telling, wouldn't it? lol
I'm trying to upload the next/last chapter now so hopefully you'll find out soon!
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