Title: Chloe's Supernatural
Pairing: Chloe/Dean, Chloe/Sam, Dean/Chloe/Sam
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Supernatural
Warning: Spoilers Supernatural Season 1, AU Smallville
Summary: When Chloe helps Pete and his children move into their new home in Lawrence, Kansas, she never expected it to be haunted, or to meet the Winchester brothers...OR the adventure that they'd embark on together afterwards
Chloe groaned as she reached for the phone that was blaring loudly by the side of her bed. The boys and her had driven as far away from Burkitsville, Indiana as they could, taking turns driving and sleeping in the back of the Impala before they’d stopped for food and crashed in the first motel they could find.
The only room they’d been able to get had only had one bed, so the boys were sleeping on the ground.
Reaching for her cellular, Chloe brought it to her ear. “Hello?” She yawned, hoping that this was important.
“Chloe?” The voice on the other end of the line sniffled heartbrokenly.
Chloe jolted up into a sitting position in the bed. “Lois? What is it? What’s wrong?”
“It’s the General.” Lois whispered, her voice breaking with emotion. “Oh Chloe—he’s dead!”
“What?” Chloe gasped in horror, bringing a hand to her heart. “What happened?”
“I don’t know!” Lois cried. “I was out partying with Malcolm, Lucy was home with those bitches of her friends, and when I came back they were downstairs playing that truth or dare game we used to play, you remember?”
“Yeah.” Chloe felt her heart breaking as she heard the desperation and pain in her cousin’s voice.
“So I go upstairs and as I’m going to my room I pass the bathroom and the floor outside is filled with blood.” Hiccupping with sobs, it took a minute for Lois to calm down enough to speak again. “I opened the bathroom door and there he was, dead on the ground, all his blood seeping into the hallway.”
“What happened? Was he attacked?” Chloe asked, horrified that her cousin had had to witness such a thing.
“I don’t know.” Those three words sounded tortured. “Lucy and her friends were right below and they didn’t hear anything--and Chloe, his eyes…”
Chloe narrowed her eyes, frowning. “What about his eyes?”
“They weren’t there.” Lois’ voice broke pitifully. “There were only empty sockets that were like geysers. The blood was still spewing out when I found him…”
“Oh my god.” Chloe’s hand went to her mouth.
“I need you here, baby Cuz.” Lois whispered.
“I’m coming.” Chloe nodded, getting out of bed and maneuvering over the sleeping bodies of the Winchester brothers on the ground as she headed towards the bathroom. “I’ll be there as soon as possible.”
The boys had been less than happy with the news. While they understood Lois’ pain, their first prerogative was Chloe’s safety, and the fact that Chloe’s uncle had died in such a bizarre way suddenly, at this specific time, well, they believed that it could very well be the demon somehow trying to draw Chloe out from the relative safety she’d had while on the road with them.
Chloe wouldn’t hear any of it, and after a lot of arguing she’d told them that she was going to go to Metropolis with or without them. That’d seemed to do it, as the brothers grudgingly announced that she wasn’t going anywhere without them and that if she was going to ‘recklessly put herself in danger’ (Dean’s words), that they were going to be there to ‘watch her back’.
So they’d driven non-stop towards Metropolis, and had gotten there in record time, only stopping at the first motel they could find to bathe and change their clothes before heading to Chloe’s uncle’s house.
“So your uncle was in the army.” Dean reiterated the information Chloe had given them about her family as they sat in the Impala outside of the Lane residence.
“Retired general.” Chloe nodded. “Well, he was officially retired, but he never really retired in his mind. Brought up Lois as if she was one of his cadets. Lucy escaped the treatment because she got accepted into this elite school overseas when she was a lot younger. Lois on the other hand grew up like she was in the army.”
“Sounds like us.” Dean snorted, giving his brother a sideways glance before clearing his throat. “How was their relationship? Is there anything Sam and I should avoid saying?”
“It was very strained.” Chloe admitted, fixing her hair in the rearview mirror. “Your father trained you while growing up because he wanted you two to be able to protect yourselves from the evil out there. Uncle Sam? He just was plain mean. When younger he’d make Lois go to bed without food if she didn’t complete drills properly or so forth.” Chloe growled. “She learnt quickly to follow the chain of command.”
Sam muttered something that had Dean turning and glaring at him in the backseat.
Chloe rolled her eyes at this. “Boys, now is not the time to get in one of your famous bitching sessions.”
The boys blinked and looked at her in surprise to hear the word ‘bitch’ come from her lips.
Sam smiled apologetically.
Dean grinned broadly. “We’re rubbing off on you gorgeous.”
“God save me.” Chloe gasped in mock-horror, a hand over her heart before flashing the brothers a cheeky grin and exiting the car, closing the door behind her and making her way to the front door. By the time she’d rung the doorbell Sam and Dean were on each side of her, and when the door opened, Chloe’s heart broken when she saw her distraught cousin, Lois Lane.
“Chloe!” The pretty brunette cried before throwing herself into the blonde’s arms and breaking down crying.
“Oh Lois.” Chloe held her sobbing cousin close before finally pulling away when the crying had died down.
“God, I’m such a mess.” Lois snorted with self-hate, wiping at her eyes madly. “I haven’t even let you guys inside and I’m already attacking you.”
“Don’t be silly.” Chloe smiled softly before turning to the boys behind her. “Lois, I’d like you to meet Dean and Sam Winchester.”
Lois continued to wipe at her eyes as she smiled shakily at them. “Right. The hunks. You know, I really wanted to meet you two--never thought it’d be in this situation though.”
Dean nodded silently, hands in the pockets of his jacket uneasily at so much show of emotion.
Sam glared at his brother before reaching out and shaking her hand. “We’re really sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you.” Lois whispered, voice choked before she stepped inside. “Come on in.”
They did as told and Chloe spoke to Lois, waving slightly to a few of the people in the house mourning. “Could the doctors determine what exactly happened to Uncle Sam?”
“Stroke.” Lois snorted.
Dean made a face from behind her. “You don’t think it was a stroke?”
“I’m certain it wasn’t.” Lois paused and turned to look at the brothers once more. “I’ve heard of strokes paralyzing people and things like that, but I’ve never heard of a stroke that caused someone’s eyes to explode.”
Sam’s eyes widened.
Chloe gasped. “Oh my god.”
Lois cleared her throat, looking like she was desperately trying not to cry in front of them, to be brave. “Plus, there were no symptoms leading up to…to what happened.” She wiped at a stubborn tear that made its way down her cheek. “I looked up on the ‘Net when the doctors told me he’d died of a stroke, but the General never had any of the symptoms like dizziness or headaches. As a matter of fact, he’d just had his yearly and the doctor had even said he was impressed how healthy he was.”
The brothers shared a look.
Chloe knew exactly what it meant.
‘We need to see that body.’
“And the thing is--,” Lois turned to Chloe. “That Lucy blames herself for everything.” The elder Lane girl closed her eyes for a second, took in a deep breath, opened her eyes, and continued. “She says that right before this all happened her friends and her were playing Truth and Dare, right?”
“Yeah, I remember you told me that on the phone.” Chloe nodded her head. “But what does that have to do with your father’s death?”
“Well, according to Lucy she was dared to go into the bathroom and say Bloody Mary three times into the mirror.” Lois sighed. “She saw the General right afterwards because he needed to use the bathroom, so she went downstairs and like ten minutes later I come up and find him in the bathroom without his eyes.” Lois’s voice broke. “Didn’t the legend of Bloody Mary say that she took the eyes of her victims?”
Dean looked at Lois oddly. “You think it was Bloody Mary.”
“I know it sounds crazy,” Lois whispered. “If I didn’t have someone like Chloe for a cousin I would think so too--but Chloe’s told me all about those meteor freaks and how homicidal and psychotic they are and the amazing powers they have. Metropolis isn’t that far from Smallville. Who’s to say that one of those freaks didn’t come here and decided that it likes to play the part of Bloody Mary or something?”
Or what if it is THE Bloody Mary?
But the General hadn’t said Bloody Mary…so why would the ghost take out his eyes and not Lucy’s?
Everyone turned as they saw a man in his fifties pause as he looked at them.
Chloe’s heart stopped and her heart filled with tears. “Daddy.” Breaking away from Lois she rushed into her father’s arms and hugged him tightly. “I missed you.”
“Oh Chloe.” Gabe Sullivan hugged his daughter and kissed the top of her hair. “It’s so nice to see you again. I’ve been so worried.”
Chloe pulled back and smiled into his face before turning and pointing to Dean and Sam, who suddenly looked like they were being shown the business end of a thousand guns. “Dad, I want you to meet Sam and Dean Winchester. They’re the boys I’ve been traveling with these past months.”
Gabe’s gaze hardened slightly as he allowed his daughter to lead him to the men he wouldn’t have wanted his daughter spending months on end with. Sure, he was certain that they had redeeming qualities to them, but Clark had told him about what he thought of the Winchesters, and Gabe valued Clark’s opinion greatly.
“Dean, Sam,” Chloe smiled, oblivious to the tension between her father and the Winchesters. “I’d like you to meet my father, Gabe Sullivan.”
Dean gulped slightly, extending his hand and shaking Gabe’s. “It’s a pleasure to meet you sir, gor—Chloe has always spoken a lot about you.”
Sam then shook Gabe’s hand as well. “Sir.”
“Is it my idea or does he totally hate us?” Dean asked his brother as they went up the stairs to find the bathroom that General Sam Lane died in.
“He hates us.” Sam sighed as they walked down the hall. “Not that you can really blame him. He obviously doesn’t really believe in the Supernatural or Chloe’s reasons to be traveling with us--he probably thinks we’ve somehow brainwashed her into believing that so that we can keep her on the road with us and use her as our own personal sex slave.”
“If only.” Dean muttered under his breath.
Sam slapped his bother on the back of his head. “You see? That kinda attitude ain’t going to endear us to dear ol’ daddy.”
“I’ve never had to ‘endear’ myself to anyone’s ‘daddy’.” Dean grumbled as they found the bathroom and entered it, seeing how the blood had stained the tiles, probably permanently. “Not even my own.”
Sam shook his head and turned his attention to the problem at hand. “The Bloody Mary legend.” He shook his head. “Did dad ever find any evidence that it was the real thing?”
“Not that I know of.” Dean admitted as he entered the bathroom and looked around.
“I mean,” Sam bent to the ground and ran his fingers over the smooth tiles, forever stained with the blood of Sam Lane. “Everywhere else, all over the country, kids are playing Bloody Mary and as far as we know nobody’s died from it.”
“Well,” Dean looked out of the bathroom window. “Maybe everywhere else it’s just a story but here it’s actually happening.”
“The place where the legend began?” Sam followed his brother until they were both standing in front of the bathroom mirror.
Dean shrugged, opening the bathroom cabinet and looking within.
“But according to the legend whoever says--,” Sam paused when he realized that when Dean had opened the cabinet door he’d turned the mirror towards him. The brunette quickly closed the cabinet door and turned the mirror away before continuing. “The person who says you-know-what gets it, but here--.”
“The General’s attacked instead of his daughter.” Dean nodded. “Yeah--I’ve never heard anything like that before.” He paused. “Still, the guy did die right in front of a mirror. And Lois is right, the way the legend goes--.” He took a look at the mirror before looking away. “You-know-who scratches your eyes out.”
“It’s worth checking into.” Sam concluded with a shake of his head. “If this is really the spirit of Bloody Mary then--.”
“I knew it.”
Both Winchester turned in surprise to see Lois Lane in the doorway. She looked stronger than she had when they’d first met her, and damned determined as well. “I knewChloe was with you guys for a reason. You’re Hunters of the Weird just like her, aren’t you?”
The brothers looked at each other in confusion.
“Ever since my cousin was a kid she’d been hunting up stories of the weird and proving that they’re real.” Lois announced, stepping into the bathroom with them, folding her arms over her chest. “When she told me about you guys I had a feeling, and now I know its true. You hunt the weird. You believe me--you believe that somethingweird happened here.”
Dean opened his mouth to deny everything.
“Yes, but it’s not meteor-rock related.” Sam cut him to the chase. “We think it’s supernatural.”
Dean gave his brother a horrified look.
Lois’ eyes widened. “Supernatural? Like, ghosts and demons kinda supernatural? That’s what Chloe has been hunting these last couple of months?”
Lois frowned slightly. “You’re telling me that all these months my cousin has been hunting ghosts and things--and that the General could have been killed by the Bloody Mary?”
“Look,” Dean sighed. “I know it’s hard to take in all at once but--.”
“I want to help.” Lois interrupted, raising and hand to silence them as they opened their mouths. “Listens hunks, this was my father who was killed and my cousin who works and travels with you. I am going to find out what killed him and get back at it, with or without your help.”
Dean and Sam shared a look.
“I think it’s safe to say that gorgeous got her bull-headedness from her mom’s side of the family.” The sandy-blonde Winchester announced.
Lois smiled. “Great. The people should leave in an hour or two. We’ll get together then and go over what we have to do.” And with that, she left the boys in the bathroom.
Dean turned to Sam. “It’s obvious that Chloe got her bossiness from her mother’s side of the family too.”
“I heard that!” Lois’ voice called back as she descended the stairs.
Dean winced. “Dude, that chick is freaky.”
Sam couldn’t help it, he laughed.
The people (including Gabe and Lois’ boyfriend Malcolm) had left a couple of hours ago and Lois had sat everyone down in the living room and Chloe had spilled everything to her cousin. She was glad that Lucy was upstairs with her friends because Chloe really didn’t think it was best to let the distraught girl realize that it might actually be her fault that her father was dead.
“A demon is after you?” Lois whispered in horror as she looked at her cousin.
Chloe nodded. “That’s what Mr. Winchester believes. He thinks it’s the same one that killed his wife and Sam’s girlfriend.”
“Why would it be after you?” Lois asked.
Dean and Sam motioned for Chloe to continue, and the blonde told her cousin the truth about the day Moira Sullivan had supposedly left them.
“She was possessed?” Lois gasped, hand to her heart. “Oh my god Chloe! I can’t believe you didn’t tell someone about this!”
“Well, I didn’t realize she’d been possessed at the time, I only figured that out a couple of months ago.” Chloe admitted softly. “Dean thinks that the demon possessing my mom was going to take me to the demon looking for me now.”
“Which means its high in the demonic hierarchy if it had others of its kind working for it.” Sam contributed to the conversation.
Lois’ cellular rung, and she looked at it. “It’s Malcolm, give me a minute.” Getting up, she answered the phone and walked away.
Chloe stood. “I’m going to get something to drink.”
She headed towards the kitchen and froze when she saw a very familiar someone standing in front of the open refrigerator. “Bart?”
Closing the door in a blink of an eye, Bart Allen, also known as Impulse, smiled impishly at her. “Chloelicious, long time no see.”
“Bart!” Chloe grinned, and in seconds he was hugging her. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, I was doing a food run for the boys and who would I see while rounding the bend but my chiquitita bonita and two strangers getting into a real old-fashioned car?”
Chloe’s grin grew brighter as she thought of what Dean’s reaction would be to hearing his beloved Impala being described that way. “So you decided to follow me over and raid my cousin’s fridge?”
Bart scratched the back of his head and ducked his gaze. “Well, actually, I found out where you were, then I went to see El Gran Jefe and he sent me over to keep an eye on you.”
“Oliver sent you to spy on me?” Chloe raised an eyebrow at that, placing her hands on her hips in surprise. “Really?”
“He wanted to know why you were in Metropolis.”
“What is he doing in Metropolis?” Chloe countered.
Bart grinned. “Oh, mamacita, you want in? It’d be like the olden days!”
“Given the fact that the olden days were only a couple of months ago, I’m going to accuse you of exaggeration.” Chloe teased before frowning. “While I’d love to help, I actually am on a very special and personal job right now, so I won’t be able to.”
Bart’s face fell. “Bummer. It hasn’t been the same with you.”
“I miss you guys too.” Chloe whispered.
The fastest being alive nodded his understanding. “Anything you want me to tell El Jefe and the others?”
“To take care of themselves,” Chloe responded without even having to think about it. “That I miss them horribly--and for them to try and keep safe while I’m not there to mother their asses.”
Bart looked at her oddly before shaking his head. “Those dudes taking care of you, Chloelicious?” His face was suddenly a stone mask. “Boy Scout didn’t like them much and if they aren’t treating you right I’ll--.”
Chloe smiled fondly at him. “Bart, they’re treating me perfectly. I’m fine and couldn’t be safer.”
“Chloe?” Sam could be heard coming close.
Chloe turned around in time to see Dean and Sam enter the kitchen, looking around in confusion.
Dean narrowed his eyes. “Who were you talking to?”
Chloe turned and looked behind her to find Bart gone. She smiled and returned her attention to the brothers, who were looking at her oddly. “An old friend--I’ll tell you about it later.”