Title: What Is
Sequel to: What Could Have Been
Pairings: Chloe/Dean, Lucy/Bart
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Supernatural
Summary: When Dean finally finds Chloe in the real world, nothing is as he'd expected it to be, and nothing is as it seems at first glance either. This Chloe is nothing like the one he was married to in the dream world---but he's only more fascinated with this version of her. How can he let go of her now that he finally found her, even if she IS supposedly married and expecting?
“Open up!” Dean Winchester’s voice was dark and menacing on the other side of the large mahogany door.
Room a mess, Chloe sat on the floor, leaning her back against the bed’s footboard, face in her hands. She could barely keep restraint over the darkness within her, and she didn’t need Dean entering and ruining the effort. It was hard enough to keep control over her hormones and emotions when he was around and she was relatively in control.
But now that she was on the brink of giving in to the seductive influence flowing within her body?
She’d accidentally kill him.
Or rape him.
She wasn’t exactly sure which urge was the strongest.
“Go away.” She replied, running her hands over her face with a sigh, picking up a shard of broken glass on the floor and looking at her reflection, looking at her black eyes.
They’re going to be so pissed. And she wasn’t only thinking about Sam and Dean, whom she’d basically attacked, but she meant Oliver and Bart as well. They would have preferred to die than for her to do what she’d done, and she knew that they mightn’t even talk to her, especially Bart. Oliver, well, he’d glare at her and reprimand her and give her the ‘I’m disappointed’ look that killed her. But Bart? He’d blow up in her face, tell her she was an idiot, and then he’d rush off to Mexico and stay there for as long as it took for him to cool off.
And Lucy would be included in that ‘I don’t wanna see you’ list because she hadn’t found a way to stop Chloe.
I know it was wrong. I KNOW I shouldn’t have done it…but if it was for my friends I don’t---I’d do anything for them. But they wont see it that way. Only Lois and Lucy understand. Chloe groaned, dropping the piece of glass and covering her face with her hands once more.
“Open the goddmaned door!” Dean sounded lethal on the other side of the door. “You and I are going to have a serious talk right now!”
“No we aren’t!” She snapped, taking in a deep breath. She couldn’t let him see her this way, not with these eyes.
He’d never look at her again with anything other than disgust.
And she couldn’t bare that.
She didn’t understand it.
She’d only known Dean for so little but she felt---felt connected with him somehow. It scared her and made her wary, but it also meant that his opinion meant so much to her.
“Go away.” She looked up at the ceiling, sighing. “We’ll talk later.”
“The hell we will.” And with that the door was flung open by a violent kick, and in the doorway stood a dark, dangerous-looking Dean Winchester.
Chloe turned towards him, eyes wide, feeling fear inside of her the moment he saw her eyes. His darkened and he stormed towards her, grabbing her by her arms and slamming her so hard against the wall that she was surprised they hadn’t gone through it.
“Get the hell out of her!” He hissed, looking quite demonic himself.
“Stop it!” She growled, struggling against him. “I’m not possessed! It’s me!” Her strength was diminishing, which was good, because that meant her body was siphoning out the demonic blood in her system. “Say the word if you don’t believe me.”
Dean narrowed his eyes. “Christo.”
She didn’t even flinch, but narrowed her eyes further at him. “See? Not possessed.” She looked away, taking in a deep breath. “It’s a side-effect.”
“Of drinking his blood?” He sneered and then he pulled her a little distance from the wall to slam her back against it fiercely. “What thehell were you thinking? You idiot!”
“I was thinking about my cousins---of my friends---of my husband! That was what I was thinking!” Chloe snapped, and began to struggle again, pissed, all the stress and anger inside of her flowing free, fueling her rage. “I was thinking of saving the few people I love who I still have left alive!”
“You’re not the goddamned savior of the world!” Dean snarled, seemingly more pissed at her than freaked out about the situation. “Think about yourself for one fucking moment! Think about the baby! You just filled its body with fucking demon blood! What kind of mother---?”
“THERE IS NO BABY!” Chloe screamed, unable to take this any further, the image of her mother drinking from Azazel still fresh in her mind. Her eyes flashed darker black with her fury as she pinned his surprised gaze with her own. “The baby’s a fake, just like every other thing in my life! Okay?” She snapped, unable to keep the words from flowing forth. “I’m not pregnant! Oliver and I are only friends! Our marriage is a big fat fake to keep what we were really doing secret!”
Dean’s eyes were wide, he was pale, and his grip on her loosened. “What?”
“Ever heard of the Justice League of American Superheroes?” Chloe hissed, fury coiling within her like a snake, and she was striking out, venting. “Ever heard of Flash and the Green Arrow? Well, you’ve met them. They’re the only ones who survived!” She pushed him away, free from his touch, clenching her fists. “Dinah? The friend who was possessed, was the Black Canary. She killed everyone with her sonic voice, exploded them to pieces. The only ones who survived of the League were Oliver, Bart and me.”
Dean’s eyes were wider and he took a step backwards.
“Oliver and I were working together to try and find the demon that’d possessed Dinah and we were always together, the media began to notice it, there were questions.” Chloe responded, banging her fist back against the wall she’d been pinned to seconds minutes ago. “We couldn’t compromise our secret alter-ego identities, and we had to protect the few friends we had left, so Oliver proposed we pretend to be a couple to throw the paparazzi off of what was really happening, and somehow we ended up married.”
Dean sat down on the bed, all fight seeming having been driven out of him.
“Nothing has ever happened between me and Oliver.” She didn’t know why she was saying this, Dean had no reason to know this, but Chloe wanted to make sure he realized this. “But that doesn’t mean he’s my closest friend in this whole world, and if we’d been in reversed situations I know he would have called Azazel for me too!”
“Superheroes.” Dean shook his head, as if unable to believe it. He then blinked and looked up. “Lucy, Lois and Jimmy---?”
“Human, completely.” Chloe responded, leaning back against the wall. “But they help us whenever they can.” Or could. She closed her eyes, thinking about Jimmy. She couldn’t help him. If she didn’t use her powers on the body after a certain amount of time after death it was useless.
He was dead for good.
I’m sorry Jimmy.
The anger was draining out of her and replaced by tiredness and sadness as she slid down the wall until she was sitting down.
“I can’t---believe it.” Dean whispered, looking down at his boots.
There was a noise at the doorway and they turned to see Sam standing there, eyes wide, Lois and Lucy behind him, both wary and nervous.
“You heard everything?” Chloe asked Sam.
He nodded, eyes hard, wary.
She snorted, shaking her head. “You know, I expected the wary part from Dean, not you.”
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “Why?”
“Chloe…” Lois whispered warningly.
“No, he deserves to know this.” Chloe shook her head.
“John didn’t want him to.” Lois growled, clenching her fists. “Respect his wishes!”
“I’m respecting Sam’s right to know the truth about himself, the truth to the reason why Azazel killed their mother.” Chloe growled back, eyes black and furious. “We all loved John, Lois, but he was a secretive son of a bitch who should have let his boys know a lot more than they do!”
Dean and Sam’s heads had swung to Chloe, eyes wide when she’d proclaimed knowledge as to why their mother had been killed, but it was Dean who spoke. His voice was low, odd. “You know why that thing killed our mother?”
“Yes.” She nodded, gaze going between both brothers before returning to Sam, narrowed. “I hadn’t understood it the first time we met, but when you saw me, what did you feel?”
Dean’s eyes narrowed as they turned on Sam.
Lois shook her head, eyes displeased and hurt.
Lucy was silent, biting down on her bottom lip.
Sam took in a deep breath. “I---I was wary.”
“Why.” Chloe pressed, leaning forwards, leaning her hands on her knees.
“Because you seemed---off.” Sam hesitated, hedging.
“And what else?” Chloe asked, smiling sadly, knowing the answer.
“Familiar.” Sam whispered, lowering his head.
“Chloe…” Lois pleaded.
“He deserves to know this, Lois.” Chloe whispered, closing her eyes when Lois turned and stormed out of the room. She then breathed in and looked at Sam. “I felt familiar because I am. I’m familiar to you. I---you could say that I’m as much a sibling of yours as Dean is.”
“What?” Dean hissed. “You are not my sister!”
“No, I’m nothing to you.” Chloe responded, not taking her eyes off of Sam’s. “But I am to Sam.”
Lucy looked from Sam to Chloe, obviously nervous.
“You can’t tell me you haven’t met other people like you, can you?” Chloe asked, tilting her head, knowing that this wasn’t the time to taunt Sam but the demon blood still within her was relishing the pain and confusion in his face. “Or that you haven’t had things happening to you? Maybe a nifty little ability you didn’t use to have before?”
Sam’s eyes widened. “You know.”
Dean’s eyes narrowed. “Shut it Sammy.”
Sam ignored him, coming towards Chloe. “You know about my visions.”
“Visions. Classic.” Chloe smiled wryly, shaking her head, standing once more. “That’s only the start Sam.”
“What are you talking about?” Dean stood as well, angry and protective of his little brother. “What do you know?”
“I can’t believe John didn’t tell you guys anything.” Lucy whispered, shaking her head.
“Anything about what?” Dean growled, looking from one girl to the other. “What do you know? What did dad know?”
“Was she killed because of me?” Sam suddenly asked, features tortured. It was obvious that this had been torturing him for so long. “Did they both die because of me?”
“No.” Chloe whispered, surprising them all by walking forwards and cupping his face, rubbing his thumb against the skin of his cheek. “None of this is your fault Sam. It’s all Azazel’s. He killed your mother because she tried to interrupt something he was doing, something she’d unknowingly given him permission to do. Your mother died because of her. All that’s happening to you, was because of her. Not you.”
“Don’t talk about our mother like that.” Dean’s eyes narrowed, looking hurt. “She had nothing to do with that demon before he---.”
“Why did she tell me she was sorry?” Sam asked, voice husky with emotion.
Dean winced and turned to Sam. “Sammy, you can’t believe---!”
“Why?” Sam asked, eyes only for Chloe.
He believed her.
She smiled sadly at him, feeling the last of the demonic blood siphoned, knowing somehow that her eyes were bleeding green again, and were shiny with withheld tears. “Your mom was a hunter. Her whole family were hunters, and after she met and fell in love with your father he was killed.”
Lucy looked away, before leaving, realizing this was a private moment.
“That can’t be.” Dean growled, running a shaky hand over his hair. “Mom---.”
“---Never wanted the life of a hunter. She wanted to marry John and have a family, to be normal.” Chloe interrupted, gaze still on John. “And she made a deal with Azazel to save your father’s life. A deal that went sour the night she died.” Chloe needed Sam to believe her. This was the truth. “Your father didn’t want you to know, because he didn’t want you to ever think badly of your mother, or of yourself.”
“Why would I think badly of myself?” Sam whispered, as though he already had an idea of what her answer was and was praying for it not to be.
“Because.” Chloe whispered back. “The night Azazel appeared in your room, he fed you his blood.”
Sam took a step back, out of her touch. “What?”
“He’s made what I like to call an army of halflings, he likes to call them his Special Children, and out of all of them, you’re his favorite.” She whispered. “He won’t tell me why he wants them, but John and I knew that it wasn’t for the good of mankind. Azazel has a plan he calls End-Game, and somehow the halflings feature prominently in it.”
“Is that why he’s always feeding you blood?” Dean finally asked, eyes narrowed. “Because you are a halfling too?”
She snorted and shook her head. “No.” She turned to attention back to Sam, who was looking at her curiously. “I was more than a halfling before I was even born. When my mother struck the deal with Azazel, the way he helped her get pregnant with me was by drinking his blood.”
Dean’s eyes widened.
“What are you saying?” Sam asked, coming back towards her, determined. “If you’re more than a Halfling, what are you? Why is he still forcing blood down your throat?”
“What does your meteor power have to do with this?” Dean asked before she could answer Sam. “You told me that part of the deal with Azazel was that you be in Smallville during the first meteor shower, but you were already ‘more’ than a Halfling, whatever the fuck thatmeans. So why would he want you to be stuck in the meteor shower?”
“When you become a metahuman, your molecules change. It isn’t very noticeable, but it happens. Also, much of this has to do with the state of your mind, although mine is different. I have an impenetrable wall of meteor dust all around my heart.” Chloe replied, ignoring the way the brothers blinked in surprise at that knowledge. “I’m virtually unable to die or be killed, there are only a few ways of doing this, but I can basically survive anything, re-grow anything. And the demon blood helps the anomalies in my system due to my mutation, it makes me stronger. Makes me able to withstand more.”
“Why?” Sam asked, eyes narrowed.
“I always had a suspicion due to little comments he’d let slip now and then, but, but I think he unintentionally confirmed it by his reaction to feeling your presence here.” Chloe announced, clearing her throat and looking around her before returning her gaze to Sam’s. “I’m almost more than sure that I’m meant to have your child.”