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
John Winchester lay in bed, gazing at his wife as she slept next to him in nothing but a silk slip. She was so beautiful, so radiant, and sometimes he couldn't believe that she was actually his. If anyone had ever told him that the girl that annoyed the hell out of him (who he'd honestly thought once upon a time was the most dislikable human being in the world) would become the love of his life he would have laughed it all off...but yet here she was.
She mumbled something softly in her sleep, turning to face him, still deep in sleep.
John smiled tenderly, reaching out and brushing the tips of his fingers against her cheek. The skin was softer than he remembered and he kept his hand there, fingers tracing lazy symbols down her jaw as he tried to remember when he'd realized he was in love with her.
The young husband made a face, realizing he really couldn't pinpoint a time or reason for why his and Mary's great dislike for each other had turned into the love they now shared, but it didn't bother him too much. What mattered was that he had her now.
They were fated and no one could fight fate.
That was all that mattered.
Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at him sleepily before those eyes widened and she sat up. "John?"
He chuckled at the overreaction. "You looked like you were having an intense dream."
"What are you doing in bed with me?" She asked, pulling away slightly, bringing the sheets up to her chest.
Shaking his head in amusement, John sat up, leaning forwards as he rested his elbows on his bent knees. "You're still annoyed that I've been spending so much time at the garage, aren't you?"
Her green eyes conveyed utter confusion. "Huh?"
"Don't tell me I did something else that annoyed you." He chuckled. "I'm a horrible husband."
"Have you hit your head?" She asked softly, letting go of the sheets as she sat on her knees, eyeing him in worry.
"Not that I can remember." He humored her, enjoying this odd little moment. "But if you find a bump, will you kiss it better?"
Her eyes widened and a dark blush formed on her cheeks, bleeding down her neck to her breasts invitingly. "You're drunk, aren't you?"
He threw his head back and laughed. "What is it with you this morning? You're comical." He surged forwards and kissed her deeply, intrigued by her little cry and the way she went tense, wondering why she was so virginally coy this morning.
"John!" She cried out in scandalized shock when he moved them so that she straddled him, his hands on her hips as he grinned up at her.
"Yes, Mary?" He humored her, gazing up at how beautiful she looked, so young and lips so kissed.
"Mary?"She whispered in confusion, turning to look around her with a little frown. "What are-? Where are-?" Her eyes widened in horror as her green orbs fell on her own reflection in the large standing mirror. "What the-?"
In seconds she'd shoved off of him and stumbled off of the bed, rushing to the mirror to stare at herself in confusion. She touched her face, her hair, and then nearly scratched the unblemished skin over her heart in utter confusion. "How-?"
A little worried by now, John slipped from the bed and came up behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "What's wrong darling?"
"I'm not...me." She just stared at their reflection. "Why am I not me?"
"You look you to me." He mumbled.
"Of course I'd look like me to you!" She huffed. "That's because I'm not the me you think I am!"
He paused. "Say that again?"
"This isn't happening." She groaned, bringing her hands up to her face only to ultimately peer at their reflections once more through her fingers. "Dean said something about a dream before...or was that a dream?" The blonde frowned, pulling her hands from her face with a little groan. "I'm...confused...was I dreaming then...or am I dreaming now?"
He pressed a kiss to her neck as he rubbed her stomach slowly. "Who's Dean?"
"And you! You're young! You're like Dean's age!" She gasped in utter shock as she pointed to his reflection. "I didn't even realize it before but you're not fine wine anymore! You're just...fine!" Her eyes narrowed, going confused. "But I've never seen you young...how did I know it was you? I shouldn't have known it was you."
"You're losing me." He chuckled. "Though, the whole 'fine' comment was a great ego stroker. You may continue."
"What's this necklace?" Mary asked softly, hand going up to clasp the necklace that had once been her mother's. "I-."
John felt the jolt of electricity that raced through her once her fingers curled around the pendant and he frowned in worry. "Mary? Are you ok? What happened?"
Her eyes seemed a little vacant for a second, before she smiled at their reflection. "Hmmmm?"
"It felt as if-."
"Johnny," she whispered, turning in his embrace, seeming smaller in his arms than usual for some odd reason as she smiled up at him.
"Goddamn it!" Dean growled, standing over the girl protectively, trying to see where the thing had gone to. Every time he thought he had the fucker pinpointed it would leap in the air fast as lightning, blending in with the darkness, and it was only once it descended and gazed at Dean again would he know where it was.
The thing was fast, tall, and obviously playing with him.
"I don't wanna die." The girl sobbed at his feet.
Dean ignored her, eyes alert on the darkness surrounding him.
What the hell was this creature up to?
It obviously had the advantage here! So why wasn't it really attacking? Why wasn't it trying to take this girl back? If it really wanted to Dean knew that without the proper weapons and backup he'd already be on the pavement, slashed by the silver tips on the creature's fingers.
So why was it only playing around?
Suddenly Dean's eyes narrowed in realization.
"It's stalling me."
Hannah watched the room below, a smile curving her lips. It'd been a rocky start, but when Chloe had touched the necklace the spell had taken effect. The girl was now in a dream-like state and truly believed herself to be Mary Campbell...newly Mary Winchester. It'd been easy to access the memories from John's mind and transfer them to the necklace, which implanted them into Chloe's subconscious.
Krista had long left, saying she couldn't watch.
Hannah watched without hesitance.
This was for the greater good.
She was doing this for the kid's sake.
She didn't see why she should feel any guilt whatsoever.
Something wasn't right.
Mary whimpered as John kissed her deeply, pressing her against the wall with his body.
No matter how sweetly he kissed, or how softly he touched, she couldn't find that blankness in her head...that moment where her thoughts stopped and all she felt was warm pleasure. On the contrary, her thoughts were roaring with warning, blaring like a siren, and something screamed in the back of her head that this was wrong. The voice sounded male, sounded pissed, and sounded a lot like someone she shouldn't disobey.
The voice wasn't her husband's, but there was something about it that made her push away nonetheless.
John frowned down at her face and then lowered his gaze to the hands she had flat against his chest, keeping him at arm's length. "What is it?"
"I don't-I don't know." She tensed her arms when he tried to move back towards her. "But I can't do this."
"Why not?" John's eyes narrowed further.
"I don't know." Mary whispered, hanging her head, eyes narrowed as she tried to understand it herself. "It feels wrong."
He pulled away from her, hurt in his every feature. "Wrong? How could it feel wrong? You're my wife!"
"Am I?" She brought her hand to her head, tilting her gaze towards her reflection, gazing at herself. There was a woman there that she knew to be herself staring right back at her with disoriented pain in the reflection.
"Of course you're my wife!"
Mary continued to stare at her reflection, refusing to look away, until suddenly it began to flicker.
For a second, for a blinking of an eye, a different person had stared back at her.
Agonizing pain took over, driving the blonde to her knees.
What was going on?
Hannah pressed her hand to the plate glass as she stared down at the room below, where Chloe was on her knees, clutching her head and screaming. John, even in his sleepwalking state, was reacting as he would if his darling little wife were the one in agony.
The woman narrowed her eyes.
The girl couldn't be fighting the spell...could she?
"That's it!" Dean snapped, reaching down to grab the girl by her waist, hauling her onto her feet. "We need to make it to my car, now."
"But he's still out there!" The girl cried, clutching at him, freezing up and slowing their progress.
Keeping his gun at the ready, Dean couldn't see the thing anymore and that made him incredibly uneasy as he finally made it to the 'Pala, opening the back door. "Get in."
The dark haired girl continued to cry and sob as she eased herself into the seat, lying down.
Closing the door Dean turned around and came face to face with the creature, cursing as he raised his gun to shoot, only to have it jerked out of his grasp and flung away.
The girl just screamed and cried from the backseat.
Just as the creature raised its silver-tipped claws to slash Dean, lights blared brightly, blindingly, and were the only warning before a Land Rover ran the thing down.
Dean blinked, staring down at his feet, which were not an inch away from the tire.
He'd come close to getting run over himself!
The window rolled down and some punk leaned his elbow out on the window frame, scowling. "He's going to regroup quickly, so I suggest you give the girl to me and go get yours."
"What?" Dean narrowed his eyes at the man, who was around his age. "Who the hell are you and-?"
"Look, boy, your girl's in trouble. You know the old abandoned research clinic on the outskirts of town? You passed it on your way in." The man pulled back a long black strand from his face behind his pierced ear. "She's being kept there, and you're being kept from finding her until it's done."
"What's done?" Dean frowned darkly.
"Just get there." The man narrowed his eyes.
"Luther!" The girl slipped out of the back of the Impala and hobbled around it, hurrying towards the Land Rover. "I knew you'd come back for me!"
The man frowned at her before leaning over and opening the front passenger's door. "Get in. We don't have much time."
Dean's eyes narrowed further. "Any relation to Lex Luthor?"
"Luther's my first name, so no." The man snorted before revving his engine, pressing down on the gas and was gone.
But the hunter didn't care; he was already inside 'Pala and speeding towards the abandoned research clinic.
The world around her was flickering.
Mary held her head, which felt like it was being bashed on all sides with hammers, keeping her eyes open despite the agony because otherwise she'd be blind to the way the room changed constantly. With every blink the room flickered between her sunny, beautiful, cozy bedroom with pictures and her clothes in the closet-to a dark, dingy, abandoned looking room that seemed like it hadn't been lived in for years. It also didn't looked like it'd once been the room of a house, instead it looked like the rooms patients who were being observed were kept it.
And John...John kept changing too.
In one blink he was the John she'd married months ago, so young and handsome, so willing...and in the next it was as if he'd aged. He was still so handsome, still her John, but the change was confusing, warning her to listen to that gravelly male voice snapping in her head for her to 'get her head out of her ass' and to get with the 'goddamn program'.
A name, which belonged to the voice, was on the tip of her tongue, at the edge of her brain.
Who was it?
Where did she know it from?
"Mary..." John placed his hands on her shoulders. "What's wrong? What's going on?"
She held her head tightly, watching him flicker between young and older. "I don't think this is real."
"What?" He frowned down at her. "You're confusing me."
"D-D-." She closed her eyes tightly. "It's something with a D!"
"What is?" He was very worried now, that was obvious. "Should I call for an ambulance?"
"D...D...De...Dee...D..." Mary grabbed her hair tightly, trying to push away the fog in her mind trying to keep the information from her. "D...Dee...Dean." Her eyes flew open as suddenly the illusion shattered around her as her necklace broke, crumbling to the ground. "Dean." The blonde watched as everything went from bright and sunny to the dark dinginess, and the illusion of young!John slipped away. "Dean!"
"Mary?" John whispered, looking so confused.
"I'm not Mary." She whispered, letting go of her death grip on her head and hair, letting out a little chuckle as the world was right again. "I'm Chloe." The blonde narrowed her gaze up at him, seeing how disoriented and dazed his eyes were. "And you're sleepwalking...just like I was last night."
"That's it; I'm taking you to the hospital." His grip on her shoulders tightened. "Let's go."
"John, let go." She flinched, trying to get free.
He tightened his grip on her further. "No. What is wrong with you? You're my wife, goddamn it!"
"You need to wake up." She whispered to herself, looking around her before her eyes widened and she smiled up at him. "Or go back to sleep."
"What?" John frowned.
Relying on a combination of Lois and Dean's lessons, Chloe surged forwards as if to kiss him, yet grabbed hold of him and used it as leverage as she kneed him. When he let go of her and cried, doubling over, the blonde used the momentum and his disorientation to slam him head-first into the wall behind her.
John Winchester collapsed to the ground, out cold.
"Sorry." She bit her bottom lip, bending to her knees to press two fingers to his throat, relieved to feel his pulse strong. "I can't believe I actually-wow." The blonde sat down next to him and chuckled, leaning her head back against the wall. "I did it. I actually did it! Dean would be so proud!" Suddenly her eyes widened. "Dean! Right!"
Dean could see the abandoned research clinic right ahead of him.
It was there...right there...
And then something leapt from the sky into the middle of the road, between him and the iron gates.
Smirking, Dean revved his engine and sped towards it.