Sequel to: Midas Touch
Characters: Chloe/Dean, Lois/Adam, Clark, Pete, Trevor, Azazel, Uriel, Castiel & more...
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Dean's realizing that his relationship with Chloe is becoming less than innocent in nature. Lois' realizing that her relationship with Adam, and her memories, mightn't be what they seem to be. The Powers That Be are quickly realizing that they've lost control. And two separate meetings of Chloe and Lois with John's old hunting buddies can change everything.
A/N: Slowly continuing towards romance. And the ages of the main characters in this segment are: Chloe – 16, Dean – 23, Lois – 20 & Adam – 24
Dean hadn't come to pick her up after school.
It wasn't that he always came to pick her up or anything, but he preferred to, and when he didn't he always texted Pete or Clark or Trevor (or all three) and asked one of them to either drop her off or keep an eye on her until he arrived. So the fact that that hadn't happened, and he wasn't there, well, it sent the blonde into a mini little nervous breakdown. She'd taken the bus to his workplace but Eddie had told her that Dean had ditched the joint with "some hot broad" a couple of hours previously...and Chloe's worry had turned into...well...
The blonde didn't know why she was reacting this way, felt so stupid for what she knew was both jealousy and hurt. Dean had never done anything other than humor her crush on him, which was probably so painfully obvious to him considering how worldly he was in the way of women. He'd probably felt bad for her, which was why he'd never dated anyone before now-or at least let her know.
She felt so pathetic and pitiful!
The blonde stayed away from her home as long as she could, for the first time afraid and uneager to go to her haven, scared that she'd find them there. She didn't know how she was going to face seeing Dean with some woman. If it was Lois it would be hard yet she could accept it-but this was some stranger, and the thought left the blonde with a bitter taste in her mouth.
It was probably best that she'd hesitated for a while, because by the time she arrived at her apartment she only had a second to hide before Dean emerged from the place with...Ms. Atkins...the two kissing and laughing and obviously having thoroughly enjoyed themselves. They didn't notice her in her hiding place as they got into what was obviously Ms. Atkins' car and drove away.
Where exactly was the Pala?
Chloe couldn't believe Dean would just leave it somewhere.
Then again, she was learning that she really didn't know him as well as she'd though she did.
Running her hand over her face, ordering herself not to cry, Chloe entered the building and got into the elevator, riding up to the penthouse in silence. She got out and used her keys to get in, feeling cold and disgusted, sick, wondering if they'd slept together. She couldn't stomach the thought.
Shaking her head, Chloe forced herself towards the phone when it rang, lifting it to her ear.
"Where are you Dean?" An unfamiliar voice snapped. "You're the one who wanted me in Metropolis as soon as possible and then you ignore my phone calls? If you really don't want to know about the Dalakis then don't waste my-."
"Who the hell is this?" Chloe asked, narrowing her eyes. "And why did Dean call you about the Dalakis family?"
There was a pause, and then a man cleared his throat. "This must be the young lady Dean is currently living with."
"And you must be a hunter." She declared, her hurt turning into anger. How dare Dean involve another hunter, one she didn't even know, in her family business!
"Jim Murphy." He sounded very much awkward.
"Jim Murphy..." She went through the list of names Dean had mentioned before her eyes widened. "Pastor Jim?"
"Yes." He sounded a little more comfortable for some reason.
"Well, Dean's busy at this moment." She reached for a notepad and pen. "Where exactly in Metropolis are you? I'll come to you."
"I don't mean to be rude, miss, but my business is with Dean."
"Listen here Pastor Jim, if your business has to do with the Dalakis family, then your business is with me, not him." She closed her eyes, knowing her voice was betraying her mounting frustration. "I've been having a shitty day and believe me, man of god or not, you do not want to be the reason I blow my top today."
There was a little pause, and then he cleared his throat and gave her the address of a motel, and also his cellular number.
Castiel watched as Lois Lane slept very restlessly on the bed of the hunter Caleb. The man had brought her back after the strain to the walls in her mind caused her to faint, and the hunter was currently calling John Winchester to let him know about what was going on.
The angel knew that it was only a matter of time before all the work they'd done crumbled to the ground unless they strengthened the wall in her mind (which he was presently doing), but he honestly wasn't sure if it would even keep though he did so. It might hold back the memories for a couple of days more, but the angel couldn't see a way to maintain the wall up permanently.
Lois Lane was slowly re-emerging.
"Finally, you are acting the way I would expect you to." Uriel declared, sitting in a chair in the Principal's Office, the two of them having stayed behind after school to discuss matters and how Castiel's involvement might change things.
"I hate to be predictable, so that is unnerving." Azazel declared in his easy manner, hands clasped over the desk, looking every bit the high school principal he wore. "And yet, I cannot see what I could be doing that you would have expected of me."
"Sending the human with the near succubi powers after the Michael's Sword to draw him away from the Asset and send them back to his home with her so that the Asset would no doubt catch them in the act." Uriel raised an eyebrow. "It was a wonderful plot to separate them once and for all, and hopefully get this show back on the road. If the Michael's Sword is under this pheromone-emitting woman's spell, she could just order him to kill the Asset for us and he would do it without batting an eye." The angel smiled for the first time in far too long. "Finally, the pieces are falling into place."
There was an odd twinkle in Azazel's eyes as he slowly smiled.
Dean felt like he was in the middle of a dream in which he couldn't really think but was acting on command. It was almost like he was stuck in molasses, and his reactions were slowed, his thought processes impaired. The only thing he knew was that he was supposed to worship the sexy brunette on his arm, but there was something in the back of his head that was fighting the impulse viciously.
They'd been in his home and while there'd been hard and heavy petting and groping, every single time she'd tried to remove clothes and go further something had kept him from being able to do it.
Even now, as he drove in her car towards her apartment 'to see if the mood got better', there was something inside of him snarling and growling and there was a woman's voice snapping at him.
"Here we are." Desiree, the woman he so desired, parked the car and grinned at him. "Let's go upstairs."
Dean brought a hand to his head, flinching at the pain, at the annoyed voice that called him an asshole and a fool and promised she'd never forgive him if he did this. He knew he knew the voice, but he couldn't recognize the source, couldn't put a face to it.
He knew that her name began with a C though.
He was sure of it.
A flash of blonde and green and a gorgeous smile crossed his vision too quickly for him to make out anything other than the colors and smile and feeling of awe.
"Baby?" Desiree's hand pressed down on his knee and slowly made its way up his thigh.
What was it?
He knew, somehow, that if he could just remember...
"What's wrong?" Desiree's hand continued its upwards journey, her gaze on him, narrowed.
"Are you...fighting...me?" Desiree whispered in shock, and not a little amount of insult.
The image of the girl in bed at Bobby's, smiling up beautifully at him with her tousled hair and twinkling eyes, was no longer vague colors and feelings, but full force.
The molasses, the fog, the inebriation and slowness-everything shattered, and Dean grabbed Desiree's hand, stopping its journey as he turned to her with narrowed eyes. "I don't usually hurt women, but I'm this close to fucking punching you."
Desiree's eyes widened in horror. "How-?"
Dean tightened his grip on her wrist painfully. "What the fuck did you do to me?"
What was it with hunters and seedy motels?
Shaking her head, Chloe shook her head as she headed towards the number Pastor Jim had given her. She'd taken the bus from Smallville to Metropolis, and then another local bus to the bus stop closest to this motel, walking the last three blocks until she found it. Even now she gazed at her palm, where she'd written the hotel name and room number, making sure she had the right one before knocking on the door.
There was a shuffling inside and then the door opened enough for the man to peek outside and call out: "Christo!"
Chloe raised an eyebrow. "Am I going to get a face full of holy water next?"
His lips twitched as he closed the door and undid the chain before opening it wide, letting her inside. "You can never be too careful...especially when you're in my line of work."
"I can imagine." She nodded, looking around the terribly run down motel, hoping her distaste didn't show as she turned towards him. "So Dean called you about the Dalakis family, huh?"
"No, he talked to Bobby Singer about it and I learnt about it from him." Pastor Jim responded as he motioned for them to go sit at the small table in the corner of the room. "As I told Dean earlier this morning, it's foolish to go snooping around the Dalakis family. They're powerful witches who have dealt with the darkest arts and whose lineage dates back to pre-Christian era."
"Considering that Christianity is probably the youngest religion out there, it really isn't that fascinating." Chloe shrugged, sitting down, turning to face him, refusing to be in awe of that family. "So they really are witches, huh?"
Pastor Jim nodded. "And they won't like the fact that they're being researched, especially by a hunter."
"Noted." She nodded, leaning forwards against the table. "So, what do you know?"
He sighed. "You are just as hardheaded as Dean I see. This person you two feel needs to be protected must be very important to you both."
Chloe froze at that. "Huh?"
"Dean wouldn't tell me anything about why he wanted to know, except I could read in between the lines that he believes the Dalakis are after someone he knows, and it's not just any civilian-he cares deeply for whoever it is." Pastor Jim eyed her curiously. "The boy sounded quite fierce in his desire to protect this person."
Chloe's throat went dry, her heart racing in her chest, butterflies in her stomach. "He did?" She then shook her head, forcing herself to remember seeing Dean and that slut emerging from her home, hardening herself once more as she raised an eyebrow at the hunter. "Well, it's what he's been taught to do. Protect civilians." She raised her eyebrow as she stared at the graying man. "Tell me something Pastor Jim..."
"Yes?" He tilted his head to the side.
"If this Dalakis family as a whole is as scary as you say it is, then how is it that you supposedly know so much?"
The man hesitated, looking away.
"Because he's family...although very distantly related. His blood's become polluted to the point where most Dalakis wouldn't acknowledge him as one of their own." Another voice declared from behind her.
Chloe's eyes widened as she turned in her seat and stood, shock, fear and confusion filling her. "You."
Viktor Dalakis emerged from the bathroom, looking nothing like the fanatically religious born again loony she'd met so very long ago. "Hello Chloe."
The blonde was terrified, horrified, but that wasn't the emotion strongest within her as she turned and lunged at Pastor Jim, slamming her fists into him viciously. "You set Dean up! He trusted you and you were going to let him walk in here and get him tortured and murdered by this psychotic monster!" She struggled against Pastor Jim's hold as he grabbed her arms to stay the blows. "You fucking bastard!"
A hand came down on her shoulder. "Psychotic monster?" His grip on her tightened near painfully. "You hurt my feelings."
The girl froze, not because of a spell, not because of the pressure of his fingers on her skin, but out of pure and unadulterated fear.
Jim Murphy must have realized that the fight was gone from her because he let go, and silently moved towards the door, standing in front of it, blocking her path to safety.
Eyes closed tightly, Chloe gulped before slowly turning to face the man who'd brutalized her mother to the degree that the woman had gone utterly, psychotically insane. This man had most probably come to Metropolis kill Dean and silence his enquiries on the Dalakis family.
This was the man she was trapped in a room with...with no one knowing where she was or with whom.
She was screwed.
They might never find her body.
The blonde gulped and raised her chin as she stared up into his eyes.
If this was how she died, she wasn't going to go begging.
She just wished she'd been able to say goodbye to Lois and Dean.