Title: Through The Looking Glass
Sequel to: Realizations
Characters: Chloe/Dean, Sam, Cas, Lois, Lex, and others...
Disclaimer: Don't own anything
Summary: After the kiss they shared on the side of the road things are horribly awkward between Dean and Chloe, especially now that Bobby and Sam have joined them. And then, when a stranger intervenes in a very drastic way, Chloe wakes up to time loss, apparent memory loss, war, people she should know but doesn't, Lois, and a very touchy-feelly Dean Winchester.
"I love you…" Dean whispered, sputtering blood, gasping his last breaths.
Chloe closed her eyes tightly, bringing her hands to her face as she let out a shuddering breath.
Already she could tell that her nights would be worse than they'd been before. Now she had the image of Lois, Clark and Dean dying horrible, bloody deaths. And she had Adam Milligan's face sneering tauntingly etched into her mind. She felt nauseas, disgusted, furious, hopeless.
She couldn't look at Dean, couldn't even hear his voice without his death flashing before her eyes.
She was about to go crazy.
Who said this world depended on her?
What if she just saved everyone the trouble and used the Arachangel blade on herself?
But even as she thought it she dismissed the idea, shaking her head.
Suicide wasn't her style.
Eyes widening, Chloe yanked her hands from her face, staring into Viktor Dalakis' face.
"Don't look so surprised to see me." Her biological father declared with mild amusement. "I told you I'd find you."
Her gaze went to the people around her in the well lit diner before returning those greens to him. "I'm not leaving with you."
Viktor reached out and grabbed her arms, and in the blink of an eye they weren't in the diner anymore, instead in the dark alleyway behind it.
Chloe staggered forwards, catching herself on the wall, turning quickly to face him, refusing to give him her back. "No."
Viktor shook his head, apparently somewhat disoriented as he eyed her curiously. "Wasn't expecting that."
"You aren't taking me anywhere." Chloe hissed, leaning hard against the wall, fighting the disorientation she too felt.
"You will join the embrace of your blood." Viktor repeated the same phrase he had before like some sort of broken record. "Your insistence to stay at the unblood's side is embarrassing."
"Then disown me." She replied.
He chuckled, shaking his head. "That's not an option. You're my heir, and you will join our side, my side." He reached out and grabbed her arm.
Chloe could feel his magic jolting through her to pit of her stomach, and she fought it viciously, refusing to let yet another person take her away against her will.
Instead of teleporting away they were both thrown against the opposite wall, the blow causing the two to separate, both disoriented with the blow and the frustrated magic.
Viktor coughed, bent over, eyeing her in both shock and wonder. "You're resisting me."
"Why is that such a surprise?" She hissed, bent over as well, gasping for breath, head hurting.
"You're untrained and yet…" His eyes widened, his voice awed. "You truly are a Dalakis…your strength of will is…fascinating."
Chloe straightened, breathing in and out. "I'm not going anywhere. If you don't want to continue this annoying and painful little dance, you'll accept that and leave me the hell alone."
He straightened as well, eyeing her. "What has happened during tonight and the last time I saw you?" His eyes narrowed. "You're not as scared as you were back then." He narrowed his eyes, tilting her head to the side as he observed her. "You're stronger."
"You're wrong." She whispered. "I'm not stronger." She took a step towards him. "I'm more afraid than I was the last time I saw you. But I'mpissed as well." She went to stand right in front of him, staring deep into his eyes. "There's something I need to do, and I can't concentrate on doing it if you keep bothering me." She raised her chin. "So leave me alone."
Fascination colored his every feature as he reached out, trailing the back of his hand down the side of her face and neck slowly. "You look so much like Madelyn."
She fought the shudder of disgust that ran down her spine at the touch.
"If you truly want to save your friends, you will come to me." He replied. "I know of a way to make you unfit to be Asset."
"How?" She whispered, hating having to ask him anything.
His fingers traced the rapid pulse in her neck. "Come with me." His gaze spanned her face slowly. "Or do you want the unblood to die?"
Her eyes narrowed as his fingertips trailed up to grab her chin. "No."
His hand went to her throat, and once again the power erupted between them, but like before the two of them were thrown against the alley wall instead of teleporting away, the act of forcefully moving their bodies being halted and the reaction to fumbled magic violent.
Viktor laughed, wiping at the blood from his lip from where he'd bitten it during this latest failed attempt. "Magnificent."
Chloe stared at him, realizing just how unhinged the guy was, how much he was enjoying this.
He raised his hand, stepping back. "When the unblood is drowning in his unclean red, you'll seek me." And with that he disappeared in the blinking of an eye.
Chloe let out a violent shudder, her voice escaping her parted lips in a groan as she turned and leaned against the wall, sliding down to the ground.
"Should we really leave them alone?" Sam wanted to know, putting his laptop to the side as he stared at the door that Dean had slammed shut a while ago.
"It's not our business to interfere in their affairs." Bobby muttered gruffly. "The boy's been through hell since that girl's disappearance, and now that she's back…I don't blame him for how he's feeling. The idgit was avoiding her and keeping her at an arms length and now he might have just lost her. And for better or worse, despite their age difference, that boy's head over heels for that girl."
It surprised Sam to hear Bobby open enough to speak of emotions like this.
Bobby cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. "Why don't you call your own girl and leave Dean to clean up his own mess and salvage their relationship while he can?"
Scolded, Sam nodded, obeying.
Gaze jerking upwards at the sound of her name being yelled with near terror, Chloe removed her hands from her face and wiped desperately at the tears wetting her cheeks. "Here! I'm here!"
"Get out the damned way!" Dean's voice snapped at someone before the hunter turned the corner and stopped at the entrance of the darkened alleyway, staring down into the dimly lit place at her, eyes narrowed. "The hell are you doing?"
"Sitting." She replied, letting out a little breath as her gaze slid away, unable to look at him.
Dean's gaze narrowed on her as he stepped into the alley, walking towards her. "There are better places. If Viktor-."
"I can't swear on anything, but I can say with almost certainty that Daddy Dearest won't be bothering me…at least for the time being." She rested her elbows on her bents knees, staring ahead of her at the dirty floor.
There was silence, and then Dean moved to bend on his knees in front of her, tense. "What happened?"
Chloe tried raising her gaze to his eyes, but the second her greens skimmed the edges of his face images of him being impaled by Michael flashed before her orbs as she looked away, closing her eyes tightly. "We both realized that if I don't want to go with him, he can't make me." She gave a dark little laugh. "Like, literally, can't."
Dean clenched his hands into fists. "You shouldn't have come by yourself."
"I'm fine." She continued talking to that spot a little left of him. "And for now Viktor isn't a problem anymore. If I hadn't have come alone we wouldn't know that."
"He could have taken you." Dean spoke evenly, calmly.
"He didn't." Chloe shrugged, gaze firmly on a discarded beer can. "He can't."
"He could have." Dean continued speaking evenly.
"Well, guess we finally got a lucky break." She eased to her feet, gaze going to a spot over his right shoulderl. "I'm hungry." Hugging herself, she turned and made a step to return to the diner. "I'm going back."
Suddenly, without a sound or warning, Dean was standing and grabbed her shoulder, twirling her around and flinging her backwards into the wall.
"You've returned without her." Hannah Dalakis raised an eyebrow as she stared at her son, intrigued. "Why?"
Viktor threw himself onto a chair, smirking, turning his gaze towards his mother. "She truly is my daughter."
Hannah raised an eyebrow. "How so?"
Viktor's only answer was to raise his hand, palm towards her, to reveal the burnt skin from where he'd touched the blonde.
"What are you doing?" Chloe struggled against the wall, fighting Dean, closing her eyes.
"Look at me." Dean kept her pinned by her shoulders. "Look at me!"
The blonde shook her head.
"Look at me goddamn it!" Dean snapped. "Just look at me!"
Every time she did she saw him dying.
"LOOK AT ME!" Dean's voice broke as his grip on her shoulders tightened. "Why won't you look at me?"
Chloe kept her eyes closed tighter. "I'm sorry…I just need…I just need some space right now." She could feel his gaze on her, even with her eyes closed. "I'm sorry if I'm hurting you because that is the last thing I would ever want to do but I can't be around you right now because-."
"You weren't really married to him you know." Dean's voice was low, almost emotionless.
Chloe's eyes flew open, without even realizing it she was staring up into his face. "What?"
"That guy. Whoever the hell he was." Dean's grip tightened almost painfully on her, his smile ugly as he stared down at her, light hazels flashing with an emotion she couldn't quite recognize. "You weren't married to him. The other you was. You were nothing to him."
"That's a lie." She whispered, not understanding the feeling that Dean was trying to hurt her somehow. "He loved me."
That emotion darkened in Dean's eyes as he gave her a little shake. "Don't be naive, Chloe. You were only a replacement for him."
"He loved me." Chloe's voice broke, tears beginning to prickle her eyes as she stared up at him. "You have no idea what you're talking about!"
He sneered at her, shaking his head. "He used you."
"Shut up!" Chloe brought her hands to her ears, unwilling to hear such shockingly cruel words from him of all people. "Shut up shut up shut-!"
"No!" Dean snapped, yanking her hands from her ears. "You need to stop being such a little girl! You're not a kid! Stop being so damn naive!"
"Just because you don't understand what it is like to be passionately in love with someone doesn't mean that everyone else don't as well!" She snapped right back at him, all of her turbulent feelings rushing forth as she slammed her fist into his chest. "You might not see me as anything other than a little sister, but it is possible for someone else to be in love with me!"
Dean sneered, something ugly passing over his features. "He wasn't passionately in love with you."
"He died for me." She hissed. "It doesn't get more real than that."
"Do I know him?" Dean suddenly changed tactics, though his features were still hard as ice.
"Excuse me?" Chloe's eyes widened.
"It's an easy question to answer." Dean replied all too calmly, leaning into her space as his light hazels scanned her face. "On this side, in ouruniverse, do I know this guy?"
The blonde gulped, not sure how to proceed with this without coming out and telling him it was him. If he'd freaked out about the kiss they'd shared and had avoided her so horribly, she knew that knowing they'd been married would probably send him into a catatonic shock or completely destroy their relationship. "Yes."
"How long have you known him in this universe?" Dean wanted to know.
"A while now." She gulped, flashes of the moment she'd met Dean racing before her eyes, the girl terrified at the thought of letting something incriminating slip.
Dean's sneer began to show once more. "You trust him in this reality?"
Those flashes went to every single time Dean had not only risked his own life for hers, but had been there when she'd needed him emotionally, when she'd had no one else. "With my life."
That darkness returned tenfold to those hazels as he hissed. "That damn criminal."
"Wait, what?" She asked in confusion, shaking her head and yanking her mind from the images of Dean, feeling as if she'd just missed something important.
Lois hadn't stopped to get her things from the motel once she'd recuperated her memories.
Her first thought had been flight, and she'd taken it, hurrying back to Smallville only to find someone else living in the home that she'd once shared with her cousin. Confusion and worry had filled her until she'd run into Clark and his girlfriend, who'd informed him that Chloe and Dean had left Smallville, the blonde saying that she had to do something yet not clarifying what exactly. She hadn't said where she was going or why, but it'd seemed important, and her phone wasn't working anymore.
That'd left Lois with no idea of what to do, so she'd done the only thing she had left.
She'd called Caleb and weaseled John Winchester's number out of him.
The brunette didn't like Dean's father, but he was the only person she could think of whom Dean might keep in contact with, and while he'd been very wary about giving her his information, John had told her to come and see him in the town he was hunting in. That was why she was now on a Greyhound on the way towards some little town in the asscrack of nowhere. She didn't have good luck with those sorts of places, and was hoping that John Winchester didn't get her into more trouble.
Sighing, Lois stared out of the window at the darkened scenery as the bus continued to drive.
Wherever she as, at least she knew that Chloe was safe…she was with Dean, and the brunette knew that he wouldn't let anything happen to the blonde.
Lois rested her forehead against the bus' window, staring out into the darkness, unable to believe that Dean had come back and stayed with Chloe during the months Lois had been brainwashed into believing she was someone else.
The brunette smiled softly, thanking all the lucky stars for having met Dean Winchester, and for his becoming the big brother Chloe had always needed.
Dean let go of his hold on Chloe's shoulders and rested his palms on the wall behind her on each side of her head, his hazels staring deeply into her greens. "You just disappeared."
The blonde stared up at him in growing confusion.
"I was talking to Bobby up front and then behind us we heard this horrifying sound and I gazed into the rear-view mirror in time to see the car you and Sammy were in flip through the fucking air before landing upside down and nearly get run into by the car that'd been driving behind you." Dean stared deep into her eyes, the intensity in his gaze keeping her from being able to look away. "I slammed the breaks, got out of 'Pala, and rushed to where you guys were, but you weren't there."
"Sam was fine, a little disoriented but fine...but you were gone." Dean's voice was a growl. "You'd just disappeared."
Chloe pressed harder into the wall, staring up at him, near transfixed.
"I don't think you realize just how much that fucked me up." Dean hissed, his body tense, remdining her oddly of a cobra ready to strike out. "You were gone for days. Days. Can you even begin to understand what sort of scenerios ran through my mind every single waking moment? I couldn't sleep! I couldn't eat! I couldn't sit down for two seconds!" He slammed his palms into the walls on either side of her head. "All Sam could remember was a man in the middle of the road and then you were gone. I spent the whole time wondering who or what that man was and what he did to you. Were you alive? Were you dead? Had Viktor stolen you? How could I get you back if he had?" He leaned in closer, lips parting enough to show a flash of clenched teeth. "I missed you so damned much."
Chloe's eyes widened as she gulped louder. "You did?"
He chuckled darkly. "Why so surprised?"
Her greens slid away. "before I was, uh, taken...things had gotten really awkward between you and me." She gave a little shrug. "I figured you might be a little relieved not to have to deal with me for a little while at least."
He let out a sound that could only be a snarl as he slammed his fists against the wall once more, ferocious. "Damn it Chloe! Not everyone is going to abandon you!" He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath before opening those light hazels, seeming very close to losing his battle with his intense emotions. "That's why, isn't it? You thought I was pulling away from you and that douchebag took advantage."
"What?" The blonde was utterly confused. "What douchebag?"
"That...that man." Dean spat out hatefully. "You let yourself care for him, for everyone on that side, because that Lois didn't just up and abandon you, and you thought that I didn't care and-." He then froze, silent, eyes narrowing on her. "Was I there?"
Chloe pressed harder against the wall, hysteria building.
"You've only vaguely mentioned that people from this universe that you knew were there, you really haven't gone into detail about anything or anyone." Dean's eyes narrowed. "The only ones you've really mentioned by name are Sam, Lois, and this ex angel guy Cas." The hunter tilted his head to the side. "Was I there?"
The blonde pushed back the wave of nausea as she nodded.
For some reason Dean's features fell at that. "And what did I think of him?" He smiled, the sight ugly and twisted. "Were he and I best buds?"
Chloe licked her lips, unsure of how to proceed.
"We weren't, were we?" He chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "Doesn't surprise me." He sneered. "I probably hated the guy. I did, didn't I?"
She pressed her hands against the wall on either side of her, palms against the cool bricks. "What are you-?"
Dean stared down on her, an emotion similar to desperation crossing his features. "What were you and I in that reality?"
Chloe's breath hitched, remembering a far too similar question by the other Dean, her voice barely audible. "I don't understand the question."
"I promised myself I'd wait a bit longer until you were older." Dean whispered, gaze dark. "But apparently that's what screws me over, isn't it? Waiting? Holding back? Tying to be the better man?" He shook his head in disgust. "While I'm playing a part I'm not good at, he plays one he'sperfected and it's all over."
"What are you talking about?" Chloe whispered, so confused.
"I'm done trying to be the good guy. I've never been the good guy. I'm not good at it and it's only going to screw me over. I'm sending the wrong message across." Dean was talking utter gibberish as far as she was concerned. "Sam's the good guy. I'm the rogue. I'm done pretending to be otherwise."
The blonde cleared her throat, trying to push away her confusion and give him a little smile. "I'm so confused right now you have no idea."
That seemed to anger him, his gaze hard, determined. "That night when you kissed me-."
"Don't." Chloe turned her gaze away from him immediately, clearing her throat. "I already told you not to worry about it, I'm never going to do anything like that ever again so you don't have to-."
Dean's hands slid down from the wall to her shoulders. "I shouldn't have reacted the way I did to that kiss."
"Why are you bringing this up?" Confusion and misery were welling in the girl who was once more unable to look at him. "I'm never going to kiss you again! I promised that already! So just forget about it and let's move on!"
Her eyes widened and jerked to his face in confusion. "What?"
"I'm not going to forget about it." He tightened his grip on her shoulders. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since you did it."
The blonde gulped.
"You're sixteen." Dean's voice dropped along with his gaze, to her parted lips. "But I don't care anymore."
"What does my age have to do with anything?" Chloe's eyebrows nearly touched in a frown, refusing to let her hope rise due to the familiarity of this conversation.
"Nothing." Dean replied. "Not anymore."
The blonde stared up at him in confused silence.
"That night you kissed me, I shouldn't have reacted the way I did." Dean repeated, his hands trailing from her shoulders to cup her face. "I should have just gone with my instincts."
Chloe's heart was racing so hard in her chest it hurt as she stared up at him. "Your instincts?"
Dean's thumb caressed her cheek before he leaned in the rest of the way, bringing his lips to hers, his mouth moving against hers and swallowing her gasp of surprise.
Chloe's body froze in shock, her mind blanking as her hands found their way from the wall to his shirt, grabbing hold of him to keep herself from falling. Her legs seemed to have lost their strength, her ears were ringing, and it took her a moment to realize that her eyes were closed and her lips moving just as desperately against his.
Dean pinned her against the wall with his body, his kiss a mixture of harshness and desperation, his fingers going to thread through her hair, clenching in her locks, holding her in place. His lips tore away from hers long enough for him to whisper against her mouth. "He can't have you."
Chloe's blank mind couldn't even begin to work enough for her to figure out what he was saying.
"You're mine." Dean promised her. "Not his."
He moved in to kiss her again, but Chloe pushed him away slightly with her hands against his chest.
The blonde stared up at him in shock as suddenly she realized who he was talking about...himself.
Chloe cleared her throat. "Dean, there's something you need to know." She licked her lips. "The person I was married to on the other side-."
"It doesn't matter. You weren't married to him. She was. She was his." Dean's eyes were narrowed. "But you are mine."
Chloe's eyes widened and a blush began to creep up her neck, unable to believe that she was hearing this from her Dean.
"You might have fallen in love with him during your time there, but I'm not letting you go." Dean promised her darkly. "He can't have you."
"Dean..." Chloe stared up into his face. "You don't understand."
But Dean didn't want to hear it, the hunter gathering her in his arms and kissing her again, pressing her into the wall with his body once more.
And Chloe, she was weak, losing all will to do anything but open her mouth to his kiss and pull him closer.
"So, you're back." Luther eyed the angel. "I knew you had to be behind her disappearance." He raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess, you realized that what I've been telling you all these years is true." He smirked, smug. "This one's special."
Raguel leaned against the wall. "What makes her so different from the other versions of her in each reality? They have the same DNA, the same blood, the same destiny. So why is she different?"
"Don't know. She just is." Luther replied, eyeing the angel with interest. "So, what now?"
The angel took in a deep breath. "Now, we watch and see what she does."