Sequel to: Mothman
Pairing/Characters: Chloe/Sam, Dean, Ava, Andy, Lana, Pete, Shawn, Diana, and mentioned past Whitney Fordman/Adam Milligan
Summary: A lot has happened since 18-year-old Chloe Sullivan last saw Sam Winchester. She now has new hunting partners, new friends, and a new monster on her hands. After a chance reunion, Sam and Dean most come to her rescue, and Sam and Chloe's mutual attraction blossoms amidst the newest hunt. But who's hunting who?
Note: Written for My Paranormal 150 Prompt Table
PROMPT of the day: #142. Writer's Choice: Wendigo
Throwing her head back and laughing, Chloe clapped her hands along with Whitney as Andy chugged down the large goblet of ale and Ava squealed in happiness, claiming loudly that she hadn’t thought he had it in him. Two friends of Whitney’s, Pete and Shawn, with their girlfriends Lana and Diana, were cheering as well.
The 18-year-old blonde grinned as she looked around at her table of friends. She’d been home schooled all her life so it’d been reallyhard for her to make friends with others, but she’d kept up correspondence with Andy and Ava, two kids four years older than her who she’d met during different hunts with her mother.
Ava and Andy were like her, they had the blood of the same demon running through their veins, and while Ava could see visions of things that were going to happen Andy could ‘convince’ normal people to do whatever he wanted through his voice. Four years ago Andy and Ava had applied for Met U so they could be closer to Chloe, who lived in Metropolis, and they’d all grown extremely close.
It was thanks to going to Met U to visit them that Chloe had met Whitney, who was going to Met U on a football scholarship, and his friends, two of whom were from Smallville like him, Pete and Lana. Chloe found it interesting because since they were all the same age she would have met these people and gone to school with them had she gone to Smallville to live.
Whitney knew of the hunting trips Chloe had started taking with Andy and Ava now that her mother had gotten injured and Gabe had returned to live with them in Metropolis, thus making it impossible for the mother-daughter team to disappear for weeks on their own.
To be truthful he knew because Chloe had saved his life. He’d had an ugly run in with a ghoul who’d pretended to be his father and had terrorized both him and his mother, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that Chloe, Ava and Andy had been tracking that same ghoul from its previous murders both Whitney and Mrs. Fordman would have become the next victims.
Whitney had been shaken up, and while he usually stayed away from anything supernatural he’d still made friends with Ava and Andy at Met U, and Chloe especially. He helped Chloe see glimpses into what the normal life of someone her age should be.
That was why when he’d invited her and Ava and Andy to go on a camping trip with he and his friends she’d jumped at the opportunity. Since before she could remember she’d spent her time hunting or in the coven, and she wanted to spend a couple of days just being a young adult without any cares…
…That didn’t mean that she didn’t pack some of her weapons just in case.
She wanted to be carefree and have fun---but that didn’t mean she was an idiot.
The door opened and two figures entered the small town’s so called nightclub/bar, and Chloe, hunter instincts used to analyzing everyone around her and categorizing potential threats, gazed at the door discreetly with a sip of her bottle of beer.
And then the beer slipped through her fingers and fell under the table.
Chloe didn’t notice the people asking her if she was okay.
Her green eyes were on the two males who’d entered the bar, one she recognized from when she was twelve, and the other one, the taller one, had grown up into the handsome man she’d always known he would.
He was her first kiss.
That thing inside of her came alive as she looked at him, unable to believe that she was looking at Sam Winchester again.
“What is it?” Andy asked, the goofy smile gone, eyes narrowed and trained suspiciously on the Winchesters.
Ava was silent, eyes narrowed, alert.
“Noting.” Chloe tore her gaze from them and looked up when Whitney appeared with a new beer for her. Apparently he’d gone to get another when she’d dropped hers. “Thanks handsome.”
“For you, anything.” He grinned at her and sat down next to her, arm around the back of her seat.
Winking at him, Chloe could feel two sets of eyes on her, and her body warmed up, the blood within her heating as it always had when she was around Sam Winchester.
She wondered if they recognized her.
The last time she’d seen them she’d been an annoying 12 year old, and she’d changed a lot since those days.
If You Seek Amy by Britney Spears began to play, and Lana and Diana pulled their boyfriends on the small dance floor. Andy sent Ava a look the other girl ignored before she turned to Whitney. “Wanna dance, good-looking?”
“Sure.” Whitney announced, standing up and going with Ava.
Andy sighed as he watched them go. “When is she going to move out of denialsville? She’s crazy about me.”
Chloe bit down on her bottom lip to keep from laughing. Andy had fallen in love with Ava from the first moment she’d introduced them, but Ava didn’t seem very impressed with him. But Andy was persistent and patient, and Chloe had a feeling he was wearing the ever reluctant Ava down little by little.
“I’m gonna go get something else to drink. Drown the sorrows.” Andy sighed as he went to the counter to ‘persuade’ the bartender to give him another free drink.
Shaking her head at Andy, Chloe looked out onto the dance floor, and noticed that Ava was discreetly watching Andy’s movements.
Yep. He’ll get her to move out of denialsville soon enough.
Someone sat down next to her and she turned, expecting Andy, only to see Dean Winchester giving her what she was sure was his ‘come-hither’ grin.
“What’s a beauty like you doing in a bar like this?” He asked, holding his own beer and he grinned at her.
Chloe took a sip of her Coors to give her a moment. He did not recognize her. And he was hitting on her.
She was not going to laugh!
“Enjoying a beer and a pretty face.” It took all of her power to make her smile somewhat sensual and not the mocking one it truly was. “You’re cute.” Those green orbs went to where Sam was by the bar, watching them with a confused yet annoyed expression. “So is your boyfriend.”
Dean’s face went disgusted. “You have it all wrong gorgeous. That’s my brother.”
Oh, she was going to enjoy this. “We’re living in a different society, you don’t have to pretend to be all over any female around just so people don’t realize the nature of your relationship with your ‘brother’. Love is beautiful, even if shared by members of the same sex.”
By now Dean was looking somewhat sick. “Lady, I don’t know what ever gave you that idea, but he is my brother and we’re both verystraight.” His grin turned sensual as he leaned forwards towards her. “Something I’d be all too happy to prove to you if you wanna come back to my hotel room with me.”
He was smooth.
“So what’s your answer, gorgeous?” Dean asked, looking oh so sure of his victory.
Chloe took another sip of her Coors and then grinned seductively as she leaned forwards, making sure he had a good look at her cleavage. “It all depends on your answer, handsome.”
Dean’s gaze was on her breasts. “And what question would it be to?”
She grinned and leaned over the table, whispering in his ear and making sure her lips brushed his skin. “How were the Trojans,Megalodon?”
And Dean went stiff before he pulled away as fast as lightning and looked at her, hazel eyes wide in shock. “Chloe?”
She grinned, laughing as she sat back down. “You’re still such a slut, Dean.”
Dean was in shock, looking her over before he got up and grabbed her in a hug, twirling her around as she squealed. “I can’t believe it. You actually got cute.”
She pinched his arm but laughed as he put her down. “I noticed when you and Sammy came in. I knew you two wouldn’t recognize me.”
“Sammy.” Dean suddenly announced before turning around and motioning to Sam, who was watching them oddly.
Sam, obviously confused, came towards them, eyes narrowed.
“You’re never going to believe this.” Dean announced, turning to his brother and slinging an arm around his broad shoulders. “Does she look familiar to you?”
Sam looked at her oddly in silence.
“Sam?” Dean asked, frowning.
Chloe sensed it, and her eyes widened.
He was sensing her, reaching out to her in a way only she had done before.
Chloe reached out and sensed him, and his eyes widened as they clashed.
He blinked, eyes wide. “Chloe?”
She grinned. “’Bout time you figured it out, Winchester.”
Sam reached forwards and stepped out of his brother’s hold before pulling Chloe to him in a hug. “I can’t believe it.”
“I know, this world is so friggin small.” Dean announced.
Chloe grinned as she pulled back away, shucking her hands in the pocket of her jeans. “What’re you guys doing here?” She frowned in worry. “Hunt?”
Dean shook his head. “Nah. We’re passing through town, just finished a hunt down a couple of towns back. You?”
“I’m going camping with a couple of friends.” Chloe announced, unable to believe that she was talking to them after all of these years. “And your dad? How is he? I’m surprised he let you two hunt without him.”
Dean grinned. “Hey, we’ve been each other’s sole hunting partners since this one was 18. Dad must have realized that we were a good team and he went on his own hunts, Sammy and I have been partners ever since.”
Sam nodded, surprisingly silent, just watching her.
Chloe grinned. “Well, congratulations on that.” She sensed movement behind her, noticed the brother’s eyes narrow, and then arms came around her waist and a familiar scent engulfed her as someone leaned their chin against her shoulder and rubbed his cheek against hers.
“Everything okay here, babe?”
She smirked, hands going to where Whitney’s were resting against her stomach. “No. Just catching up with some childhood friends. Whitney Fordman, meet Sam and Dean Winchester.”
“Like the gun.” Whitney commented, extending one hand and shaking theirs.
“Yeah.” Dean nodded.
Sam was silent, taking a long sip of his drink.
“Well, I’m glad that you’re Chlo’s friends and not jerks trying to pick her up.” Whitney announced, letting go of Chloe and going to stand next to her with a large and friendly grin. “You have no idea how many idiots try to do that. I always have to play the protective boyfriend to keep them away.”
Chloe smirked as she looked at Dean before her gaze went to Sam, and that smirk fell slightly at the darkening of his eyes. She---she remembered this when she’d known him for those few days. Sometimes, for some reason something would annoy him and the color of his eyes would darken somewhat.
It obviously hadn’t stopped.
She opened herself to him and tried to sense him again.
He seemed---healthier than he had the last time she’d sensed him. He wasn’t so closed and nervous, he was opened.
She tilted her head to the right, imagining John’s being confronted by his younger son’s powers and abilities. She wondered if he’d ever told Sam the truth or if the real reason they’d parted ways was because of this.
Whitney must have invited Dean and Sam to their table, because they were all walking back to where the others were. Chloe noticed that Diana and Lana were back with their boyfriends, and that Andy and Ava were watching the brothers with suspicious curiosity.
Introductions were made and Dean got dragged into an argument about cars with Pete and Shawn, neither of the three boys noticing how much Diana and Lana were eyeing Dean or how dreamy and/or how they seemed about to drool.
Andy and Ava had pounced on Sam, asking how he knew Chloe and obviously sensing more to the story he gave (that his father and Chloe’s mother were old friends).
“Wanna dance?” Whitney asked as Fly Away by Nelly filled the air.
“Thought no one would ever ask.” Chloe grinned as he helped her out of her chair and they went to the dance floor. She interlocked her arms around his neck and moved against him, knowing he had a millions questions. “Yes, they are that Dean and Sam.”
He grinned sheepishly. “You know me too well, Sullivan.”
“I know.” She responded cheekily. “Better than anyone, remember?”
Whitney nodded. “So?”
“So what?” She asked.
“Your first kiss is back on the scene...your very hot first kiss at that.” Whitney replied with a mischievous glitter in his eyes. “Are you telling me that that heart of yours isn’t fluttering?”
She pouted and looked away. “No. Is yours?”
“You’re such a bitch.” He laughed.
“But you still love me.” Chloe flashed him a contented grin.
“Against my better judgment.” Whitney responded. He stopped dancing when his cellular began to ring, and he frowned as he pulled it out and looked at the caller I.D. “It’s him again.”
‘Him’ being Adam Milligan.
Whitney’s ex boyfriend.
Chloe had been shocked when she’d found it out, but had supported Whitney, even though she felt he should come out and not pretend in front of his other friends.
“You can’t hide from him forever.” Chloe announced slowly.
Whitney sighed, took in a deep breath and nodded, answering the phone. “Hey, Adam.” He then walked away.
She turned to go back to the table and gave a little cry when she found Sam standing in front of her. “You scared me!”
He smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. Just noticed loverboy left you alone.”
“Loverboy?” Chloe snorted. “Believe me, Whit and I aren’t a couple.” She looked up at him. “Why did you have to go and grow so tall?”
He grinned broadly. “Dean asks the same thing all the time. I think I’ve given him a complex or something.”
Giggling, Chloe looped her arm around Sam’s and led him off the dance floor. “So what have you been up to lately, Sam? How have things been for you?”
He sent her a sideway glance before taking in a deep breath. “Well, since the last time we’ve met I’ve----I took the card’s advice and stopped being weary and it opened up something scary and yet amazing all at the same time. But I think you already know what I’m talking about.”
“I don’t know.” She turned her gaze on him, serious. “Why don’t you clarify?”
And she sensed it again, that pressing against her, not physically, but psychically, trying to feel her out. She pushed back and he tilted his head to the right, eyeing her.
“You’re like me.” He responded softly, thoughtfully. “You have its blood in you.”
Her eyes widened. “Your dad told you?”
He snorted and looked away. “I had to get him dead drunk, but he finally told me the truth to why these things were happening to me.” Sam narrowed his eyes at her. “How long have you known?”
“All my life.” She responded truthfully. “Mom survived the night Azazel came to my bedroom and she saw what he did to me.”
“Why didn’t he kill her?” Sam asked softly. “Why kill my mom?”
Chloe looked away, uncomfortable. “I think Azazel knew that your mom would tell your father, and he wasn’t sure how you’d react to it---what you’d do.” She looked down at her feet. “Whereas he knew that my mother wouldn’t tell my father anything, and he knew she wouldn’t do anything to me but train me. That’s just how mom is.”
“How did he know them enough to know how they’d react?”
Obviously John still hadn’t told Sam everything. “They were hunting partners, and they’d been hunting Azazel together when they were young but stopped and their hunting partnership ended.”
“Why?” Sam asked.
“Azazel killed your father.” Chloe responded. “Your mother made a deal to bring him back to life. She’d stop being a hunter, and she allowed Azazel access to her house on a specific night. The night he visited your house and made you one of his ‘children’, like me. Like Ava and Andy.”
Sam’s eyes widened as he turned to look at the table, where Ava and Andy were watching them suspiciously, protectively. “Them as well?”
She nodded. “Ava has visions and Andy can persuade people to do what he wants by just talking to them.” She was curious. “What canyou do?”
“What can you?” He asked, eyebrow raised. “Other than hack into military satellites, pendulum dowse, and read tarot?”
She grinned. “See? You know a lot more about my abilities than I do about yours! No fair. I won’t tell you first.” To accentuate her point she folded her arm over her chest. “I wont I wont I wont!”
He grinned down at her as if she was being adorable.
Chloe knew she should be kinda insulted but it was taking all of her concentration to keep from blushing.
“Well, I have dreams of things before they happen, I can move things with my mind sometimes---that’s still new and I don’t have control over when I can use it or not---but mostly its this connection I feel with things.”
“We all feel that.” Chloe responded, not sure if she’d reassured or worried him more by saying that.
“Well what about you?” Sam asked.
“You’re going to laugh.” Chloe pouted, looking away.
“Why would I laugh?” Sam asked, laughing.
“But you’re laughing right now!” Chloe pointed out in a whine.
Sam grinned and ducked his gaze, dimple showing. “Okay, I’m not laughing anymore.”
Taking in a deep breath, Chloe looked him over before opening her mouth.
Andy appeared next to her. “Chloe, we’re leaving now. We should begin the hike before it gets dark.”
“Oh.” She nodded. “Thanks Andy.” She turned to Sam and smiled. “It was great seeing you again, Sam.”
Sam looked like he wanted to say something else, but then he sighed and looked down. “Yeah. It was.”
Aren’t you even going to ask for my number?
“Well, I better go get Dean.” And with that Sam began walking towards the table.
Chloe sighed and looked away, trying to tell herself that she wasn’t disappointed.
“You okay Chlo?” Andy asked.
“Yeah.” The blonde turned to him and smiled sadly. “I’m great.”
“You didn’t even ask for her number?” Dean asked as they walked towards the small diner they’d seen while driving around to the bar.
Sam winced at Dean’s incredulous tone. “Do you realize how pathetic I would have seemed to her if I had? She has her boyfriend there with her for crying out loud! I don’t prey on other guy’s women! I’m not you.”
“You’re just too good for your own good Sammy.” Dean sighed. “You obviously still have the hots for this girl, and she’s finally legal! Andwhat do you do? You play pussy.”
Sam looked out of the window, silent.
Dean growled in aggravation. “Sam, I take your side in almost anything because you’re my brother, but I can’t do it here. You----you’redifferent, and if what you’re saying is true so is she. Don’t you think it’s kinda coincidental that her mom and ours hunted together or that the demon chose you and her to feed its blood to?”
Sam frowned and turned to look at his brother in confusion. “What are you getting at, Dean?”
“I’m saying that you should think this through. You’ve had a thing for her since you were sixteen, and you obviously still have a thing for her. Come on man, you stood up to dad and started practicing with this thing mostly because of what she told you. And now that you find her again in some small ass town in the middle of Nowhere U.S.A. you don’t even think that maybe there’s a higher design here?”
Sam blinked before frowning deeper. “You really think we were destined to meet again?”
“No, I’d never say anything that gay, but I think its more than a coincidence that we decided to go to that bar instead of the diner first or that out of the three bars in this place we both went to the same one.” Dean parked in the diner’s parking lot. “And man, I say screw the boyfriend. He didn’t look man enough for her anyway.”
Sam thought about what his brother had said and then growled. “I should have asked for her number.”
“Ya think?” Dean snorted and got out of the Impala.
Sam got out as well, angry with himself for having hesitated.
“Poor Margaret.” Someone coming out of the diner was saying to the person next to him. “Did you hear about her sons? They finally found their bodies and they were torn to pieces.”
The man next to him frowned. “What? Really? I hadn’t heard that they’d been found.”
“Yeah, the both of them always went camping up in those mountains close to Black Pointe, but then they went missing, and their arms and skulls were found this morning. It was unlike any thing the sheriff had ever seen.” The first announced. “But its not surprising---not with the legends about those mountains.”
The second one shivered. “But there haven’t been any killings for over thirty years!”
The first was solemn. “Maybe it just woke up again.”
This sounded like a hunt.
“Sam?” Dean asked.
“Yeah?” Sam turned to his brother, wondering why he looked so worried. “What is it?”
“Did he say Black Pointe?” Dean asked, eyes on the two men as they walked away.
“Yeah, why?” Sam asked.
Dean finally turned towards him, face serious. “Because that’s where Chloe’s friends said they were going camping.”