Title: Meeting Sam Winchester
Sequel to: Possession
and Being Good Is Overrated
Pairing: Chloe Sullivan/Sam Winchester
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Supernatural
Summary: Chloe has been seeing shadow people for three days now and knows that something is about to happen, but she never thought Sam Winchester would appear at her workplace, and wasn't ready for what he had to say...or the immense attraction and connection she feels to the man tortured by his own memories.
Note: Written for My Paranormal 150 Prompt Table
#136. Shadow People.
She’d known that something was going to happen.
Things had steadily gone downwards after the encounter with the Chichevache, Chloe knowing that there was something different with her. She could sense things she hadn’t noticed before despite her being so interested in the paranormal and unexplained.
Lately, these last three days, she’d been seeing what were referred to as shadow people out of the corner of her eye. Whenever she’d try focus on them they’d disappear quickly from view as if shy, and while at first Chloe had been freaked and creeped and more than a little frightened, now she was anxious.
Something was going to happen.
Feeling a shadow descend upon her, Chloe looked up and blinked in surprise when she saw a handsome, tall brunette standing hesitantly before her desk. His blue/green eyes were dimmed like someone who’d lived through the worst sadness ever, and there was a darkness in him that shone through those eyes, yet rather than flinching away from that slight darkness Chloe felt drawn, and somewhat speechless.
He was that good looking.
“Are you Chloe Sullivan?” He asked before growling slightly at himself. “Of course you’re Chloe Sullivan, the nameplate on the desk says it all.”
She smiled up at him, telling her heart to stop doing so many cartwheels in her chest. She was at work, she had to be professional. “Yes, I’m Chloe. How may I help you?”
He looked behind him, as if wondering if he shouldn’t just leave, before he sighed and sat down, leaning forwards across the desk, gaze catching and keeping hers. “Ruby sent me.”
And the smile slipped from Chloe’s lips as she suddenly realized who this must be. “Are you Sam?”
He nodded, looking around the Daily Planet, completely uneasy. “Is there any place we can talk in private?”
She nodded. “Time for my lunch break anyway.” Grabbing her purse, Chloe motioned for him to follow her and they entered the elevator, riding it down until their stop. She then took him to the Diner across the street, got into the back booth, and ordered before turning to each other once more.
“Have you had any more problems with demons?” Sam asked, leaning forwards on the table, getting straight to business.
“Not demons, no.” Chloe shook her head. “We had a run in with a Chichevache the other night, but it was taken care of.”
“Chichevache?” Sam asked, raising his eyebrow with interest when Chloe explained to him about the obscure, European monster. “I’ve never heard of that before.”
“Yes, well, no one really even batted an eyelash when they found its carcass the next day.” Chloe announced as the waitress appeared and brought them their orders before making herself scarce once more and leaving them alone. “They believed it was some weird experiment gone wrong, or a poor devil whose mutation just was that hideous. Things like this are just too common in Smallville for people to really think of it as supernatural.”
Sam frowned. “Have other supernatural things happened in Smallville?”
“Yeah.” Chloe nodded. “I’d call it a Hellmouth if I didn’t know better.”
Instead of smiling at the pop culture reference, Sam only frowned darker as she told him about her many possessions, about the pyrokinetic coach, about bug-boy, and the many other meteor-related paranormal events. “I don’t get how my father didn’t know about this place if it is this bad.”
Chloe shrugged. “Well, mostly it has something to do with the meteor rocks, but they are still paranormal events, right?”
“Yes.” Sam nodded. “No matter the origin, it’s the effect that is what matters. Smallville seems like a den of constant paranormal activity.” Those blue/green eyes slid to her contemplatively. “Do you know why Ruby sent me to you?”
She shook her head. “I only talked to her for a couple of minutes. She said something about me having a destiny or a prophesy and that the next time she see me I better have the tat done.” She looked him over. “Do you have one?”
Sam pulled away the neck of his shirt from his body, showing a peek of the tat down over his heart.
Chloe’s mouth went dry and she had to gulp.
Clearing her throat so she away. “Oh.”
Something to her right caught her attention, and she saw the shadows moving in a distinctive humanoid figure, but as usual, when she turned towards it the figure had disappeared.
“You’re seeing them too.”
Jerking her attention to Sam, Chloe frowned. “What?”
“The shadow people.” Sam responded, leaning back against his seat. “I’ve been seeing them since I started driving here to meet you three days ago.”
“Three days?” Chloe was suspicious at the coincidence. “So have I.” She leaned forwards on the seat. “Do you know why they’re here all of a sudden?”
He was silent for a moment before shaking his head no. “Look.” He went silent when the waitress returned to refill their coffee and waited until she’d left before continuing. “How much about demons do you know?”
“Not much.” The blonde responded truthfully. “I only know for sure that their eyes bleed black when they possess a host.” Feeling defensive when Sam looked completely unimpressed, she felt herself prickling. “It’s not like a have a degree on demonology, and its not like you can believe everything on the Internet.”
He nodded, admitting to the truth in that statement. He eyed her thoughtfully before asking her something that surprised her. “Did your mother die when you were young? A baby?”
“Huh?” Chloe frowned, going suspicious and wary now that her mother was being brought up. “No, she abandoned my dad and I when I was around eight.”
“She didn’t interrupt him then.” Sam surmised, sighing. “Only the ones who interrupted him got killed.”
“Didn’t interrupt who?”
His eyes, so intense, turned on her. “Azazel, the demon whose blood runs through your veins.”
And that was when Chloe’s mind went blank and she nearly slipped off of her seat. “What?
Sam looked a little annoyed with himself, maybe belatedly realizing he should have built up to that declaration or at least said it a little less harsh. “Look, you have demon blood in you, like I do. That’s why Ruby wanted me to meet you.”
“Azazel had a plan to end the world, a plan no one to this day is sure what it entailed exactly, but he called it end-game.” Sam lowered his voice, eyes dark and serious, nailing her to her seat. “Part of End-Game was having a half-breed, a hybrid between human and demon, lead his demon army. He made generations of these ‘Special Children’, and when it was ‘time’ he brought them all together to kill each other so that only the one best of the children would survive and be his general.”
“You.” Chloe whispered.
He shook his head. “I was killed.”
Chloe’s eyes widened. “Well, uh, you look really good for a dead guy.”
Sam grinned and then he froze, looking shocked that he’d grinned, shaking his head in confusion, sending her an odd look, before clearing his throat and continuing. “I won the competition, but I refused to kill Jake, the guy who’d survived along with me.” His face went serious and dark once more. “I turned my back to leave and Jake killed me.”
“Oh my god.” Chloe whispered, bringing her hand to her mouth.
“I should have been dead, but my brother, he, he made a deal with a Crossroads.”
“A Crossroads?” Chloe asked, confused.
“A Crossroads demon.” Sam clarified, grip tightening around his cup of coffee. “It’s a demon you to go to make deals. They will usually give you something you want, and you get ten years of that before your soul is theirs.” His face was dark. “Dean had screwed the demon over previously, and she only gave him one year to live for trading his soul for my life.”
Suddenly Ruby’s mumblings about Sam being guilty over his brother’s going to hell made so much sense, and Chloe couldn’t understand how the demon couldn’t be more understanding.
“I came back to life and we hunted down Jake, who was going to open the portal to hell and let out all of hell.” Sam winced. “I killed Jake but it was too late, hell was open and legions of demons got out----Ruby was one of them.” Taking a sip of his coffee, he continued. “Dean managed to kill Azazel, and we closed the gate to hell, but so many demons had already come out.”
How could something like the gate to hell opening on earth have happened and the whole world not know?
It gave Chloe cold chills.
“We tried to find a way to get my brother out of his deal, by trying to find and kill Lilith, the demon who had his contract, but we couldn’t, and I had to watch him getting torn to death by Hell Hounds coming to drag him to hell.” Sam whispered, looking away.
Chloe reacted on instinct, wrapping her hands around the ones he used to hold his cup of coffee. It hurt her to see him like this, so broken. She didn’t even know him but his pain felt like her own, and she wanted to alleviate it some bit.
Sam looked up at her, not moving his hands, accepting her comfort.
Blushing as she realized she’d been staring into his eyes like some lovesick child, Chloe pulled her hands away and cleared her throat, grabbing her fork and picking at her food nervously. “Uh, yeah.” She heard a soft sound that sounded like a chuckle, but she could have been wrong, and was too embarrassed to look up, so she’d never know. “Well, uh, I can’t be this Special Child like you because I wasn’t taken to the Gladiator 2000 thingy.”
Sam was silent.
Unnerved, Chloe forced herself to look up at him. “What is it?”
“Ruby doesn’t know much about it, or so she says, but she says that there was another set of Special Children who weren’t meant to be General of the Army.” Sam responded slowly, this piece of information obviously new and intriguing to him as well. “Apparently you are the last of those left.”
“What?” Chloe asked.
“Well, these Children weren’t bred for the same purpose as my section was, and something about them seemed to call to more paranormal happenings. Ruby has been searching for them and every single one has been killed in something unexplained or odd.” Sam responded. “Like me, you’re the only one of your category who is still alive. We’re the last two.”
The shadow people in the corner of her eye seemed to pace restlessly, obviously either disturbed or excited.
“Whatever you were meant to do in the End-Game, you’d have been helping me.” Sam announced seriously. “That makes you on top of Lilith’s hit list, and makes you my charge. Whatever Azazel did to you, and the fact that your life is in greater danger than it’s ever been, is indirectly my fault.”
“I don’t think---.”
“I couldn’t save Dean, but I’m going to keep you safe.”
And she suddenly understood what this was. He was trying to redeem himself for not being able to save his brother by making sure that nothing similar happened to her. While she should have told him that nothing was going to change what’d happened to his brother, that she wasn’t his ‘charge’, she realized he really needed this, needed something else to keep his mind busy than replaying Dean’s gruesome death over and over again in his mind.
And she finally understood the real reason why Ruby had been searching for the other sole survivor, why she’d wanted Chloe and Sam to meet.
She’d been worried about Sam and trying to do the one thing she thought would help him.
Chloe smiled at Sam, extending her hand. “Well, we haven’t officially met, have we?” She tilted her head to the right. “My name is Chloe Sullivan, and I’m a reporter for the Daily Planet.”
Sam hesitated for a moment before smiling softly and clasping her small, soft hand in his larger, calloused one. “I’m Sam Winchester, and I’m your protector.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Chloe noticed the shadow people still their movements at the touch of her and Sam’s hands and then the shadow beings faded into nothingness.
She tried not to wonder if that was a good sign or a bad one.