Title: Spring-Heeled Jack
Sequel to: See No Evil
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Dean Winchester, Lex Luthor, John Winchester...
Disclaimer: Don't own the fandoms
Summary: Two months have passed and Dean is in Smallville with Chloe taking care of her while secretly investigating Lois' disappearance, disbelieving that she left of her own free will. To make things worse, when the young hunter takes Chloe with him to confront John about Margaret's words concerning his mother's death, John's current case spirals out of control.
Written for my LJ 150 Paranormal Prompt Table. Prompt used #118: Spring-heeled Jack.
This is a Chloe/Dean friendship!fic and in this story their ages are: Chloe - 15 & Dean - 23
She'd left the package where Azazel had indicated, and even though she was a curious person Chloe never once had the desire to peek in and see what she was delivering. To be honest, she really didn't want to know. The less she knew the less guilty she'd feel, and that was all that mattered to her.
"So, you're going by Tyson Brady now." The blonde shook her head, still unable to believe that she'd met up with Whitney of all people, and that he'd invited her back to his dorm-to the room he shared with Dean's brother. Seriously, what sort of coincidences were these? They blew her mind!
"After dad gave me that last black eye I decided I needed to get the hell outta dodge and I didn't want to bring along anything he gave me." Whit-Brady-made a face. "Even if it was my name."
Chloe could understand bad parenting and wanting to distance yourself from that person. "I won't tell Sam, I promise. I think we all have our secrets."
"Thanks Chloe." Brady smiled at her.
Outside music blared from the party being thrown by the few people who'd moved into the old building the school was slowly renovating to make into a new dorm for their overflowing number of students. Chloe had met some of the students already, though she didn't think she'd know them long enough to form opinions about them or even friendships.
Plus, the girls she'd met had been the giggly kind, and she just did not do giggling.
The door opened and Sam entered, raising an eyebrow at Brady. "You're being called."
"By who?" Brady blinked.
Sam shrugged, throwing himself on his bed.
"What's up with you?" Brady mumbled as he pushed himself up from his bed and left, a curious expression on his face.
Chloe turned her gaze towards Sam Winchester, knowing he was somewhat uncomfortable with her considering she knew his big bad secret, but she couldn't keep her curiosity concerning him to herself. "So, it must have taken a lot of balls to leave like you did. I met your dad, and he's intimidating."
Sam's gaze zeroed in on her and he nodded.
She got up and went towards him, hesitating a second before sitting down on the edge so she could talk softer. "You don't have to be so, uh, nervous. I'm not going to tell Brady anything. You have your secrets and I respect that."
Sam sat up, closer in her space.
Chloe gulped, staring up into his eyes. "You know, you look nothing like him."
"Like...my father?" Sam asked, gaze trailing down the curve of her neck.
She cleared her throat, feeling a blush rising up her neck. "No—uh—I meant Dean."
"Dean." Sam eyed her curiously.
"Yeah, I mean, you're brothers but you are very different." She nodded, warming to the subject. "You're darker colored like your dad, so I'm guessing Dean's lighter like your mom."
"I see..." he reached out and ran his fingertips down the curve of her neck only to raise them back up to rest against the rapid beating of her pulse.
"D-do y-you?" Damn it, she was squeaking!
"You're the only girl in this whole damned place who's my type." He mumbled to himself, leaning closer, taking in her scent. "So...pure."
That made her confused for a second as she pulled away somewhat, frowning at his face. "Pure?"
Sam didn't let her think too much on that though, reaching out and sinking his hands in her hair as he pulled her to him, smashing their lips together somewhat forcefully as his tongue invaded her mouth. She'd never been kissed like this before, and the blonde cried out into the kiss, finding her hands clutching at his shirt as he drew her in nearer.
A part of her was scared, but this was Dean's brother. If he was Dean's brother she could trust him.
She tried kissing him back, although she wasn't exactly sure how. Her inexperience was horribly embarrassing and somewhat mortifying, but it seemed to turn him on more, and suddenly she was beneath him and his hands were in her hair tightly, keeping her in place under him as he straddled her hips.
He yanked his mouth away long enough to stare down at her and mutter. "You're trembling." He tilted his head to the side, his lips playing at a smile. "You're scared."
"You're Dean's brother." She breathed in and out, staring up at him in silence before whispering. "That means I can trust you."
Sam's smirked grew as he leaned down and kissed her hard as his hand trailed down to her chest.
"In related news, multi-billionaire Lionel Luthor suffered a fatal heart attack this evening while flying on his private jet to Tokyo to conduct a series of meetings which would have solidified a union with the Japanese Makoto Company." The woman on the news declared, the television in Chloe's hospital room providing some sound for John, who was growing increasingly wary with the time it was taking Dean to wake the girl up.
Obviously something unplanned for had occurred.
"Lex Luthor, Lionel Luthor's only son and heir, has issued a press release stating that while the loss of his father is a blow both to him and the company Lionel created and nurtured into a highly successful franchise, that he plans to step into his father's very large shoes and make him proud."
John made a face, changing the channel, hoping to find something more interesting, yet considering the rest of the programming had cooking events and reality shows, he ended up returning back to the news.
Chloe whimpered, twisting slightly in her binds, and yet not seeming close to an attack.
Dean turned his head to the side, sucking in his breath harshly.
John frowned as he leaned forwards on his seat, elbows leaning on his knees.
Just exactly what was happening?
Dean wouldn't have minded it if that fast-forward shit activated right about now. He just did not want to sit through this, especially knowing that it was the perverted ghost in Sam's skin was doing these things. Then again, even if it had been Sammy this would have been extremely fucked up.
Either way Dean didn't want to see this.
He didn't want to hear it either.
The kid was making some sounds no kid should make.
She shouldn't be arching up into possessed!Sam either, her trembling hands in his hair. The girl was obviously scared, completely inexperience, clumsy in her attempts to keep up with the near aggressive kissing and touches. At certain times, when she'd pull away for air, her eyes'd would open and a flash of worry, of fear, would cloud them, and then she'd shake her head and push forwards again.
Chloe's words while in the Impala came back to him. "I really wanted to lose my virginity. Why not to your brother? If he was anything like you I knew I could trust him..."
Dean clenched his fist, slamming it sideways into the wall, the force of the blow causing something on the nightstand to shake.
Chloe pushed away from Sam to eye the wobbly thing in confusion.
Suddenly, as Sam began to slide her skirt up her thighs, something with a black mass and glowing eyes flickered behind him.
Chloe narrowed her gaze on it in confusion. "What do you want?"
It opened its mouth and an inhuman sound emerged along with glowing green flames.
The flames consumed everything, and then the scene changed. Instead of those two in the bedroom Chloe's hands were bound together with leather and raised above her head, secured to a hook that was so high she stood on her tip toes to keep from dangling in the air.
A man, tall, dark hair, blue eyes, with a spiderweb tattoo on his neck and in overalls chuckled as he sang softly. "The itsy bitsy spider ran up the water spout," he trailed his finger up her thigh. "Down came the rain and washed the spider out." He shifted so that his palm was now flushed against her skin and making its way up her inner thigh. "My little virgin."
"LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE!" Dean tried to hit him despite knowing it would do no good, his hands going through the vile memory like a ghost.
"Please..." she cried, trying to fight the leather binds yet unable to do anything else yet apparently arouse her captor with her struggles. "Please don't..."
He ignored her, his bright blue eyes staring down at her as he continued to hum the nursery rhyme, cupping her intimately with his hand.
Chloe cried, horrified and ashamed, turning her head away as he leaned forwards and sucked on her neck. "Please!"
Dean clenched his fists tightly, dying to rip that man into pieces and disgusted at himself for being unable to do so.
Chuckling the man pulled away, staring into her eyes, seeming to eat up her fear as he yanked at her underwear, the sound of it tearing echoing in Dean's ears.
"No!" Chloe screamed.
He freed himself, one hand aligning himself at her entrance, the other grabbing her hair and holding her still as he kissed her hard, readying to push in home.
Suddenly a blonde with curly hair appeared and tasered him.
Dean's eyes widened, confused as to how this could have worked given the fact that this guy was supposed to be a ghost, and yet it didwork, the ghost flickered and disappeared with a yell and curse.
"Chloe?" The girl hurried towards her shakily.
Chloe turned her green orbs on the newcomer and burst out crying. "Jess!"
Reaching up on her tiptoes, the tall girl undid Chloe's binds, catching the younger female when she stumbled into her arms. "Are you okay?"
Chloe held onto her tightly, sobbing.
Jess ran her hand over Chloe's hair soothingly. "Come on, we have to get back to Sam and Brady's room before Spencer regroups and comes back."
Chloe nodded, allowing Jess to help lead her back towards the dorm room, turning the corner and getting out of view.
Dean had long forgotten about the creature and the green flames, hurrying after the two girls and turning the corner...finding himself in a garage, Pete and Chloe laughing as they painted, although they seemed more covered with paint than the walls.
"So you're not going to try sneakily invite Adam along anymore now that this Dean dude's arrived?" Pete asked curiously, eyeing her in interest.
"Exactly." Chloe nodded, making up a face. "I like Adam a lot, don't get me wrong, but Dean's basically perfect. And Lois deserves that after all she's had to put up with me."
"You're not that annoying." Pete teased.
Chloe cried in mock-insult, flicking some of her paint on him.
He laughed and flicked some on her.
Dean was beginning to see why they were more covered with the paint than the walls.
"So, you really think Lois and him are going to hook up?" Pete asked curiously.
"There was definitely chemistry between them before." Chloe shrugged. "So who knows? I'm just going to, you know, give them a little push and see how things work out."
"If things don't work, I call dibs on your cousin." Pete chuckled. "She's hot."
"I think if things don't work out, Adam has dibs." Chloe pointed out.
Pete made a face. "Damn."
The blonde laughed.
Dean sighed as he leaned against the non-painted wall, sighing as he folded his arms over his chest as he watched her. There were few times that this girl had smiled this openly, and his genuine regard for Pete grew at his talent for making it come out like that.
The hunter had known that the girl had gone through so much, but living through it made it so real somehow. It was as if it'd been a distant nightmare before, but now it was a memory he'd share with her, one which would haunt him.
He was never going to be able to look at her like a kid again.
Not after witnessing all she'd been through.
"Chloe." He whispered, clenching his fists when she still was unable to hear him. "Chloe you need to wake up."
She laughed with Pete, finally bringing her brush to the wall.
"Wake up Chloe." Dean tried, pushing away from the wall and going to kneel next to her. "Wake up."
Chloe groaned, pulling on her strapped down hands.
John stood, going to lean over her, wondering if this was it, if she was finally waking up.
She turned her face away from him and made up her face. The girl seemed to be whispering something.
John narrowed his eyes, leaning in, touching her shoulders as he brought his ear to her lips.
Suddenly something jolted from her into him, seeping in through his hands, and everything went black.
The five year old cried in the corner of her room. Her whole body was bright red and blotchy, nearly bleeding, from the bath she'd had to endure. Her mother had thrown her into scalding hot water and scrubbed every inch of her body viciously, trying to remove the "evil" from her.
"Jesus." Dean hissed, slamming his fist into the wall. "I'm going to fucking kill that woman!"
The kid looked up at him, eyes filled with tears. "Why does she hate me so much?"
His eyes widened and he turned to look around him, seeing no one. The hunter turned back to her. "Are you talking to me?"
"Who else would I be talking to, Dean?" She whispered, sniffling, wiping at her tears.
"You can see me." He whispered to himself, shocked by this new development. "Why now and not before?"
"What?" She looked up at him, her five-year-old self so tiny.
"Chloe, this is a dream. This has all been one huge nightmare." Dean announced, coming towards her and kneeling in front of her, staring into those eyes that now more than ever seemed far too old for her body. "None of this is real. You need to wake up. Okay?"
The kid tilted her head to the side, one of her messy ponytails drooping further as she considered his words.
"Something happened to you, and you're in a mini coma right now." The hunter explained. "I think it has something to do with dad's case."
"John's case?" She began to suck her thumb, grabbing her ear with her free hand.
"Yeah." He nodded, relieved to realize that although her body was so young, her mind was still that of his Chloe. "I think this is the 'fit' you said the victims used to go into."
She sucked on her thumb harder, causing her words to be muffled. "Spring-Heel Jack?"
"Yes." He nodded once more, encouraged.
"Chloe!" Moira's voice yelled, her footsteps loud and approaching.
Chloe's eyes widened in terror as she turned towards the door, seeming to forget all about Dean.
"Chloe!" Dean grabbed her shoulders and gave her a little shake, forcing her attention back to him. "Chloe, you can wake up from this. You just need to wake up."
The door's handle began to rattle. "Why is your door locked?" Moira snapped menacingly. "You know I don't let you lock me out! What are you doing? Answer me!"
Chloe whimpered, once more forgetting about Dean, gaze going to the door, shadows darkening and closing in on them as the door seemed to grow bigger and bigger.
"OPEN THIS DOOR!"
"Chloe!" Dean reached for her chin and forced her to look at him, refusing to let go as his light hazels met her scared greens. "Chloe. Trustme. Close your eyes and wake up. Just wake up."
She stared up into his eyes.
Moira kicked at the door. "OPEN THIS DOOR! DO AS MOMMY SAYS!"
Chloe shivered before closing her eyes tightly. "I want to wake up...I want to wake up!"
The whole door began to shake viciously, the sound of wood breaking warning them that Moira was nearly through.
"I WANT TO WAKE UP!" Chloe screamed.
Something hollered, cried, shrieked, howled, roared.
And then all was black.
Chloe gasped as she opened her eyes, trying to sit up but unable to. She tilted her head down, terror rising in her chest as she saw herself strapped down to some sort of bed. The blonde opened her mouth to scream, tears of fear blinding her view.
"It's okay!" Dean was there in seconds, already beginning to undo her ties. "You're at the hospital...you had to be restrained because you were having seizures."
Once her hands were free the blonde shakily helped him finish unbinding her before sitting up and throwing herself off of the bed onto her shaky feet. She didn't want to be on that bed, not with those binds. She'd been restrained before, and just being in a similar circumstance filled her with nausea.
"What happened?" Chloe brought her hand to her head, shaking as she turned to Dean. "Why are we in the hospital? Why was I having seizures?"
He narrowed his eyes on her. "You don't remember?"
"Remember what?" She hugged herself, cold in the hospital gown. "I went to the door because someone was screaming for help...and then everything went black and I awoke here."
Dean just stood there, silent, seeming completely conflicted over something. He just stared at her, almost as if he was seeing her for the first time and evaluating her.
It unnerved the blonde.
The hunter hung his head, almost as if unable to look at her. "We should have the doctor look you over to make sure you're okay."
"What happened?" She pressed.
"I...we're not sure." Dean still wouldn't look at her, but there were shadows on his face, his eyes pasted to the ground. "It's why we need to call the doctor in here to look you over."
"I'm fine." She rubbed her arms. "I just want to leave-."
"Just let the goddamn doctor look you over!" Dean snapped angrily at her.
She recoiled at that, eyes wide.
Dean growled, hissing to himself as he ran his hand over his head.
What the hell was going on?
Something was obviously really bothering him!
And she had the suspicion that it somehow had to do with her.
Chloe gulped, nervous.
Dean finally looked up, his eyes narrowed as he opened his mouth, almost as if about to confront her about something.
Chloe met his gaze, wondering if her worry showed.
Dean closed his mouth, opened it, then closed it again, cursing once more as he clenched his fists. "Get back in bed. I'm going to find your doctor."
And with that he stormed out of the room.
Chloe turned to watch him go, something cold deep inside of her.