Casa WinchesterSequel to
: Demon In The HouseFandom:
Chloe Sullivan, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester/Lois Lane, Max Winchester, Adam WinchesterRating:
I do not own Supernatural or SmallvilleSummary:
When Chloe opened the door she didn't expect to find John Winchester's OTHER sons on the doorstep. With John on a hunt and Lois out working its left to Chloe to fill in Sam and Dean about their father's secret other life, about why he stopped hunting Azazel, and about the brothers they never knew they had. This is going to be a LONG night.Note:
This story will have two or three chapters at the most.
She was going to kill John Winchester.
There was no ifs ands or buts.
He’d known that she Lois was off for the month undercover doing a piece of the Daily Planet and he’d known that Chloe had a date planned for tonight. He’d also known that there was no one else brave enough in Smallville other than Lana or Clark to babysit his sons, so the fact that she’d had to cancel her date hours ago because he couldn’t drag his ass from a hunt…
…well, she was going to kill him.
Plus, she knew that John had probably done this on purpose. He didn’t like Malcolm, had said he wasn’t ‘man’ enough for Chloe. John had decided he was her father figure and that meant that he was in her life more than her father had ever been.
It was sweet but utterly irritating.
“Aunt Chloe!” Six year old Max Winchester ran towards her, brown eyes wide. He looked exactly like his father except he had his mother’s nose, and had her thinner built. “Adam’s hand painting his room again!”
Chloe groaned, standing up from the sofa she’d been sulking on. “Not again. Did you give him the paint set?”
Max shook his head.
A second meteor shower had fallen on Smallville during Adam’s first year of life. John and Lois had been out on one of their ‘partner hunting’ trips. John hardly ever hunted anymore, but the few time he went it was usually with Lois.
The meteor shower had destroyed a lot of Smallville, but thankfully Chloe, Max and Adam had been safe in their house. Sure, they’d been caved in for a day or two, but they were fine and healthy.
Chloe, though, had begun noticing things about the boys after that.
Like the fact that the now three year old Adam could always somehow get his hands on things that had been put away from his reach, or the fact that Max always seemed to know things before they happened.
She sighed, following Max towards Adam’s room, catching the three year old male version of his mama sitting on the floor with water paints, making a mess of the wall. “Young man you are in a bucketload of trouble.”
Adam looked up at her, wide-eyed, and then gave her John Winchester’s Puppy-Dog Eyes.
God, those boys were going to be the death of all females when they got old enough!
“Nope, you’re not going to sway me.” Chloe shook her head. “I’ve had six years to get immune to that look, so you’re out of luck.”
Adam gave up and sighed, before sending his brother a dirty look for having given him up.
Max didn’t notice it though. He was frowning, looking at the ground yet not concentrating on it, gaze far. He then turned towards the front door, a curious yet wary look on his face. “Someone’s coming.”
And then the doorbell rung.
Wondering why she was the only adult in this house to have noticed the uniqueness of the two children, Chloe sighed, told Max to help his brother clean the (thank god) washable paint off of the wall, and went towards the door.
Opening it, she froze in the doorway at the sight of the two insanely good looking men on her doorstep. And it wasn’t only the fact that they were gorgeous that kept her shocked, but it was the fact that although she’d never seen a picture of them when they were adults, there was no mistaking who these two were.
“Hello ma’am.” The shorter one (who was still way taller than her) announced with a flirtatious grin. “I’m Chad Kroeger and this is my brother Mike. We’re new to the neighborhood and we came to introduce ourselves to our neighbors and get to know who it is we’ll be seeing from day to day. We---.”
“Bull.” She hadn’t even realized she’d said it out loud until the shorter one stopped in mid sentence eyes wide, and the taller one turned to look at her with slightly more interest than he had before.
“Excuse me?” The shorter one asked, looking taken back.
“Well, for one.” She announced, folding her arms over her chest and looking at them. “I know for a fact that you two aren’t in Nickleback.” She snorted when the shorter one looked away, clearly embarrassed, and the taller one smirked slowly. “And second of all, when new people come to the neighborhood its those in the neighborhood who come to greet them. They’re busy with the unpacking and jetlag, and they’re miserable. They don’t come dressed like you two and grinning. They just want to unpack and get some well needed rest. Also, we don’t have any new neighbors in this neighborhood. Smallville is small, we know when people are moving in.”
The shorter one blinked.
The taller one smirked larger.
“Thirdly, one only has to look at you to know you’re John Winchester’s sons.” Chloe had to admit, she enjoyed the way their eyes widened at that one. “Let me guess, flirts insanely with anything that has breasts. You must be Dean.” She turned to the taller one. “Quiet, observes a lot while the other tries to distract the interrogated. You must be Sam.”
They were silent.
She grinned. “Did I guess it right?”
The taller one, Sam, nodded. “Yes, you did actually.”
“I’m sorry, and you are?” Dean narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her.
“I’m Chloe Sullivan.” She outstretched her hand and shook theirs, smile fading as she realized the hell that was going to break loose once they stepped inside of the house. They’d obviously tracked down their father’s whereabouts and were going to confront him as to why he wasn’t helping hem track down the demon that’d killed their mother.
They didn’t know that he had another life with Lois and their sons, or that he’d stopped hunting Azazel to keep them safe.
“Is he dead?” Chloe asked, more than a little curious. If she knew that the demon was dead maybe she’d be able to sleep a little better at night, without the horrible nightmares of being pinned to the wall by demonic power and being eviscerated alive by that thing.
Dean frowned. “Is who dead?”
“Azazel, the demon you’re hunting.” She responded, getting straight to the point. “Have you killed him yet?”
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “He told you about that? He’s telling civilians about this now?”
“No.” Chloe narrowed her eyes at him and tilted her head back slightly so that she was looking straight into his blue/green eyes. “I found out about John’s supernatural side the night that demon came into this house, pinned me to the ceiling, and eviscerated me.”
The brother’s eyes went wide and they were pale.
“How are you still talking to us, lady?” Dean wanted to know quickly, wary.
“Dean.” Sam growled before turning his gaze back to her. “Are you okay?”
She grinned but it wasn’t a pretty sight. “I didn’t die, and I’m not exactly the world’s best sleeper ever since, but I’m alive and that’s what counts.”
There was silence.
They were thinking of Jessica and Mary, the ones who hadn’t survived that attack.
“Can we come in?” Sam asked, his voice soft, his gaze just as soft.
“Is dad here?” Dean wanted to know also. “We need to talk to him.”
“Yeah, you do.” She agreed before taking in a deep breath and turning to look at them. “Look, once you enter this house you’re going to see things that will shock you and you probably won’t react to them well. But I’m just letting you know one thing. You behave like adults and prove your father wrong, okay? You don’t like what you find out once you enter this house you don’t take it out on anyone but your father.”
The brothers shared a wary look before turning to her and nodding.
“You have our word.” Sam finally said.
Chloe stepped aside and let them inside, closing the door behind them and watching as they looked around curiously. She smiled sadly. It must be odd for them to think of their father having a home.
After John’s past had been revealed he kept no more secrets from them, and he’d told Chloe and Lois all about his past hunts and life with his boys. Chloe knew that the brothers had never had a decent childhood or a home to call their own.
It must have been shocking for them while searching for some sign of their father to find his name on the deed of a house.
It was the only way they could have found him.
“So, who found the address?” She asked, leading them passed the stairs to the living room.
“I did.” Sam answered as they followed her within.
“Right. John always said you were good with computers.” She motioned for them to sit down and the moment they did that there was a noise from upstairs.
Dean and Sam exchanged wary looks.
“There’s someone else in the house?” Dean asked.
“Yes.” She nodded, looking upstairs with a frown before returning her attention to them. “Would you two like something to drink or will you be suspicious that I’m trying to poison or enchant you?”
Dean blinked, tilting his head to the right as he observed her. “You’re an odd woman, gorgeous.”
“No objectifying of females in this house.” Chloe remembered one of Lois’ cardinal rules. “It sets a bad example.”
“Huh?” Dean asked, utterly confused.
Sam bit the inside of his mouth to keep from smiling.
There was a crash from above.
Chloe narrowed her eyes. “What are they doing?” She returned her attention to the brothers. “Excuse me for a second.” And with that she hurried upstairs to check up on the other set of Winchester brothers, and she found them in Max’s bedroom, the many board games John had stashed above Max’s closet way out of the children’s reaches all on the floor between the boys. “Adam.”
Both boys looked up at her and smiled sheepishly, neither giving her the large innocent expression they gave their parents whenever something weird happened around them. Both Winchester boys had gotten their aunt’s sharp mind (as she liked to say), and they knew that she knew something was up and they didn’t pretend around her.
Plus, considering that she was like them, well, she thought they felt they could trust her not to think they were freaks or something. She knew John nor Lois would think their children were freaks, but she knew that they wouldn’t exactly take it all too well at first, so she let the boys continue keeping their things secret and let them decide when to drop the bomb on their parents.
“Who’s downstairs?” Max wanted to know, curious.
“Some people I’ve wanted to meet for a while now.” Chloe responded slyly, giving him a pat on his head. “You two, pick a game, one, and play peacefully while I’m talking to the nice gentlemen below, okay?”
“Yes Aunt Chloe.” Both Adam and Max responded at the same time.
“And no cheating.” Chloe called back as she left them in the room and went back downstairs, not surprised to see that during her time away the older Winchesters had begun looking around. They hadn’t gotten far.
Well, no farther than the mantelpiece.
The mantelpiece with all the pictures.
The pictures of John, Lois, Chloe, and the boys.
“What the hell is this?” Dean asked, voice low as he picked up a picture of John backing Adam on his back and placing an arm on Max’s shoulders while the young boy had on his baseball uniform, bat in hand.
Sam was silent.
Chloe sighed, looking from one brother to the other. “John really should be the one telling you this, not me.”
“Tell it to us anyway.” Sam responded, his voice emotionless.
“The boys in the picture are the sons of my cousin, Lois Lane.” Chloe announced, leaning against the wall, hoping she was doing this as gently as she could. “Max is the eldest, that was his first game. Adam is the youngest, he’s too young to join any team now but he prefers basketball to baseball. They’re upstairs right now actually.” She cleared her throat. “They’re also your brothers.”
Dean dropped the picture in his shock, but it landed safely on the carpet below. “Brothers?” He shook his head in denial. “No. I only have one brother. Sammy.”
“You only have one whole brother.” Chloe corrected, going to pick up the picture and show it to them once more, reinforcing her point. “These are your half brothers, the sons of John Winchester and Lois Lane. These little boys are Max and Adam Winchester.”
“I don’t fucking believe this.” Dean growled, running his hand over his face in frustration, and more than a little hurt.
Sam surprised Chloe by taking the picture from her with a soft “May I?” and looking at it. He was silent, not cursing and agitated as Dean, but he was hurt. It was obvious as he looked at the smiling faces in the picture.
He was extremely hurt.
“How old are they?” He asked, not taking his eyes off of the picture.
“Max is six and Adam is three.” She responded, giving him a soft smile. “They’re really great kids, and they’re not at fault for what’s going on now. John should have told you two, I know that, but it’s not the kids’ fault.”
Sam gulped and nodded, passing her back the picture silently as if he were unable to bare looking at it any more.
“He went and got himself another fucking family.” Dean growled, pissed. Unlike Sam, who obviously pulled into himself when hurt, Dean exploded.
“No he didn’t, it wasn’t intentional.” Chloe sighed, sitting down, feeling that this was going to be a very long afternoon. “He knocked my cousin up and took responsibility for it.”
“Then he knocked her up again and decided he didn’t need us anymore, was too fucking happy playing house that he didn’t need to avenge our mother and he---!”
“Your father will always love your mother! Don’t you dare ever talk about John like that!” Chloe stood, glaring daggers at Dean. “Letting go of the hunt was the most difficult thing your father has ever done, and he only did it because that fucking demon came here and told threatened us!”
“What?” Sam asked, eyes narrowed. “He got into the house? How? I’ve looked around, dad has this place locked up tight with anti-demon wards and---.”
“Two years ago Azazel found a loophole or something and got into this house when it was only me, Max and Adam. He was in Adam’s crib room.”
Dean and Sam shared a look.
“Max told me and I went to check it out----and ended up pinned to the roof and eviscerated alive.” Chloe flinched at the memory, feeling sick. “The only reason I survived that was because I’m a mutant.”
There was silence.
“Say that again?” Dean blinked.
“A mutant.” Chloe emphasized.
“Like the teenaged mutant turtles?” Dean asked.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Do I look like a teenaged mutant turtle to you?”
He frowned and shook his head.
Chloe sighed, sitting back down. “Smallville is the meteor capital of the world. What they forget to mention is that the meteors cause mutation in some citizens. My mutation was healing. So when that fucker eviscerated me I healed up right before his eyes and he let me go because he was too curious to try kill me again. He then told me to tell your father that if he didn’t stop hunting him…well…he insinuated he’d find another way in and not everyone in this house can heal like me, can they?”
Sam was ghastly pale.
“Adam’s the second youngest?” Dean asked suddenly.
Chloe nodded. “Azazel said that he was curious about the boys.”
“What is it with that fucker and going after the second born in this fucked up family?” Dean wanted to know.
“Can we meet them?” Sam asked.
Chloe was surprised.
So was Dean.
“What?” The eldest Winchester son asked his brother.
“They’re our brothers, Dean.”
Dean glared, opened his mouth, and then closed it and took in a deep breath before sighing. “Half.” But it was obvious that he was curious as well.
“Do they know about us?” Sam asked Chloe.
She smiled. “Yeah. Your father mightn’t have told you about them, but they know all about you two. Their bedtimes tales are stories about when the three of you would hunt together.”
“They know about the supernatural?” Dean asked, eyes narrowed.
She nodded. “Hard not to with this household.” She left it at that before looking up and making a face. “John should really be the one doing the introductions, not me.”
“Where is daddy dearest?” Dean wanted to know, obviously desperate to see his father and give him a piece of his mind.
“Hunting.” Chloe responded. “He doesn’t hunt Azazel or demons anymore, but he’ll hunt the rest of the things that go bump in the night, usually with my cousin.”
Sam blinked. “He takes his woman along with him?”
“Yeah. Though she’d say he’s her man and not the other way around.” Chloe shrugged. She’d never really seen the difference. “John should have been back hours ago, I even had to cancel my date.”
Just as she spoke, a text arrived.
Her eyes narrowed. “That better not be him apologizing by text!” Storming towards her cellular she picked it up and looked at the message, growling. “The nerve!” Dialing his number, she waited, tapping her foot impatiently before hearing his sheepish greeting. “John Winchester! You promised me I wouldn’t be cancelling out on this date because of you! You promised!”
“Chloe, I’m sorry…” He began.
“No you’re not sorry!” She snapped.
“Well, you’re right. I’m not.” He agreed. “That guy isn’t worth your time.”
“You can’t decide who I date or who I don’t! I’ll die a spinster if you keep this up!” Chloe didn’t know how much longer she was going to last if he continued this fatherly routine with her. But remembering the problem at hand, she cleared her throat and tried to be calm. “How far away from home are you?”
“That’s why I asked you to call me.” John responded. “I’ll be gone for a couple of days. This looks like it might actually be something more complex than a normal haunting.”
“John, you have to come back home.” Chloe responded, looking at Sam and Dean. “You really have to come back home.”
“Why? What happened? Is something wrong?” He was on the alert immediately. “Are the boys okay? Did something happen to Lois? Are you ill?”
“John,” Chloe cleared her throat. “They found you.”
There was silence.
“Sam and Dean? They’re there?”
“Yeah.” She nodded.
“Put me on speakerphone.”
“Okay.” Chloe pulled the phone from her ear and pressed the button. “Okay John, you’re on speakerphone.”
“Sam? Dean?” He asked.
“Yes.” Sam spoke.
“It’s us.” Dean responded. “Nice house you have here, sir.”
John sighed. “I didn’t want you two to find out like this.”
“I’m thinking you didn’t want us to find out at all.” Sam announced darkly.
“No Sam, I was going to tell you, once the time was right.” John replied.
“And just when was the time going to be right?” Sam snapped, eyes narrowed. “You hid another family from us, dad! You left us thinking you’d abandoned us and didn’t care about mother’s killer anymore! We didn’t know what to think! And now we know that you were---!”
“Did you get him?” It was obvious whom John was talking about.
“Yes sir.” Dean spoke again. “We killed him two weeks ago. Sammy was nearly killed in the process, but we’re both fine now and it’s over.”
Chloe couldn’t help but smile when she heard that Azazel was dead. That it was over.
I don’t have to worry anymore. He’s not coming back.
“But there are issues that we need to speak with you about, sir.” Dean was acting like soldier talking to a sergeant.
“I understand.” John sighed. “I will try to wrap this up as soon as possible. In the meanwhile you stay at the house, it is your home as well.”
“No, it isn’t.” Sam looked away, furious. “You made sure of that.”
Dean was silent, obviously agreeing.
John sighed. “We’ll talk more when I get back. … Chloe?”
“Yeah John?” She asked.
“Even though the guy was a jerk and a pussy and didn’t deserve your attention, I’m sorry about ruining your date. I know, for some unexplainable reason, you were looking forwards to it.”
“What a shitty apology.” She couldn’t help but smirk and shake her head at him. “I haven’t forgiven you yet, not that easily.” And yet she was smiling and knew he would know so. “See you when you get back home.”
“You too.” And with that John hung up.
There was silence as the three of them shared awkward glances.
And then Chloe sighed. “Well, let’s get this over with. It’s time you meet your brothers.”