Title: Reunion At A Hunt
Sequel to: Hope At A Funeral
Characters: slight Chloe/Sam, Lois, Dean
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Fourteen year old Chloe has learnt to use her ability and has taken up the family business, and her sixteen year old cousin, Lois, as her hunting partner. At a hunt they run into more trouble than expected...and the Winchesters
Written for my Paranormal25 Prompt Table. #36
: Other Haunted Location.
They'd driven away from the building now lighting up the night with its flames.
Chloe looked back, smiling as she watched the lights ascending to the heavens as the souls that'd been trapped in the abandoned school were able to finally move on. The sound of the sirens in the night proved that despite being a little ways out of town, people had seen the lit up sky and called the firemen, which was good, they wouldn't want the fire to get out of control. And they were a good distance away, safe from all detection.
"Can you believe
Winchester had the nerve to ask me if I had a valid driver's license?" Lois scoffed from the driver's seat as she looked behind her at the Impala following them.
." Chloe reminded her. "You have to retake the practical. The license you have right now is fake. A good fake, but fake nonetheless."
Lois frowned. "He doesn't need to know that."
Chloe just shook her head, and when they finally stopped by the side of the road, she let Lois tend to Dean (who was bitching the whole time about not needing any help), and went to help Sam. The blonde had him lean against the hood of the Impala (despite Dean's complaints about abusing his 'baby'), and she cleaned and disinfected his wound before bandaging the wound.
"This seem familiar to you?" Sam asked with slight amusement as she finished the bandaging.
"Vaguely." She smiled back.
woman!" Dean hissed from where he was being tended to by Lois. "That stings
! Be gentler! You're not
a butcher and I'm not
a piece of meat!"
you little girl
!" Lois growled, continuing cleaning his wounds.
!" Dean cried as he kept his shirt lifted so she could do her work on his scratched abs. "You did that on purpose
I did." The brunette replied testily. "And you deserved
Sam and Chloe shared amused looks.
"Okay, my turn. Stay here." Sam took the first aid kit from Chloe and wrapped the other arm around her waist, helping her limp towards the front passenger seat of the Impala to sit down. When she was comfortable he bent down in front of her and undid the piece of his shirt he'd used to replace her blood-soaked bandage while she'd been unconscious. He sighed as he looked at the angry looking bite marks. "This is going to hurt."
"Just proves I'm alive."
He looked up at her and smiled.
She smiled back and then looked away, taking in a deep breath. "Do your worst."
He filled the cotton with generous amount of disinfectant and went to work, impressed how she only tensed up, not muttering a sound of complaint despite the agony obvious on her face. "Almost done."
She kept her eyes closed tightly and didn't react to his words, biting down hard on her bottom lip.
He wanted to be done with it as fast as he could, but this was also an ugly injury, and he didn't want it getting infected because of his carelessness, so he only finished after making sure that everything was completely clean. He might have been a little paranoid about the cleaning, but Chloe sat still throughout it, and when he was finished he blew on her calf, to try and get rid of some of the burn.
Chloe let out a sigh of relief, opening her eyes.
He smiled encouragingly at her as she began to bandage her calf. "How are you going to explain your injury to your uncle?"
"I'll say a dog bit me while I was out walking." Chloe shrugged. "If he notices, that is."
Sam frowned. "You're going to be limping for a couple of days, I find it hard for him not
"My uncle mightn't even be home for a couple of days. He spends almost all the time at his office." Chloe replied. "It's usually just me, Lois and Lucy around, and Lucy spends most of her time over at her friend's, so it's usually just me and Lois. Lucy's sleeping over a friend's place and The General is out of the country, so no one's going to notice that we're gone."
Sam frowned darker. "So not only do you and Lois fend for yourselves during hunts...you also do so during your home life."
She blinked at the sound in his voice. "We're fine, Sam. And we prefer it this way. It gives us more time to ourselves."
"It's not right." Sam protested. "You're both-."
"Capable young women who have had years experience of taking care of themselves." Chloe finished. "Say anything other than that and I'll deck you."
He opened his mouth and then closed it, sighing.
"Good boy." She smiled, reaching over and running her fingers through his hair in an affectionate gesture that surprised her.
Due to her curse she'd taught herself to shy away from any sort of physical contact, and yet with Sam it seemed natural to just reach for him.
He smiled up at her, leaning into the touch, the morning sky orange and pink behind him.
This was the first time she'd seen him in the light.
He was really
She cleared her throat and looked away, letting her hand fall from his head to her lap.
Sam looked at her in silence before standing up and reaching passed her in the car for a pen and paper. Bending down again he scribbled something down quickly and tore the page out, folding it he held it out to her. "Here, this has my phone number and email address on it. If you need me, I'll be there."
She looked at him in shock, not sure what to say or do.
No one had ever told her that before.
"I mean it." He reached for her hand and placed the folded paper in it.
Chloe could feel that blush creeping up her neck again.
." Dean coughed into his fist.
Lois, who'd been standing next to Dean watch the two as well, slapped him up the back of his head. "Shut up."
"Hey! I'm an injured
man!" Dean cried out, turning towards her.
Chloe laughed and shook her head, putting the folded paper into her pocket and reaching for the notepad and pen, scribbling down something as well before passing the pad to Sam. "My contact info. You know. Just in case."
Dean rubbed the back of his head and glared at Lois.
"You wanna have breakfast?" Chloe asked out of the blue. "There's a diner close to the army base, it'll open in about an hour. We could eat before you two go wherever you're headed next."
"We're going to meet up with our dad." Sam's expression went blank.
Dean grinned. "How's the flapjacks at this diner?"
"First class." Lois assured him.
Dean turned to Sam. "Come on Sammy, flapjacks
The smile returned to Sam's face and he shook his head. "Who can say no to flapjacks?"
Chloe just smiled at him.
And he smiled back.