Title: Gentle (Part Two)
Characters: Chloe, Sam, Lois, Lana, Dean, Mary, John, Ma, Pa
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: The thing that made an isolated, scarred ten year old Chloe notice fourteen year old Sam was the fact that he was gentle, incredibly so. She'd never seen someone that gentle before, hadn't realized someone like him existed.
A/N: In this universe NOTHING supernatural ever happened to the Winchester family (kinda like in the universe shown in "What Is And What Should Never Be") so the family are all alive and living in Lawrence. And, of course, NOTHING is canon in Smallville.
WARNING: Somewhat dark, mentioned child abuse.
The phone rang loudly, causing Sam to groan as he woke up, trying to find his cellular blindly in the dark.
"Hello?" He yawned, not even bothering to see who was calling.
"Sam!" Sarah's voice was urgent, scared.
He sat up immediately. "What is it? What happened?"
"I'm at the hospital." His girlfriend announced, and continued before he could ask her why she was there. "I came to get my aunt some things before her surgery tomorrow and when I came in they were wheeling them in."
"What?" Sam frowned, looking at the clock. "Who?"
"Chloe, Sam." Sarah's voice croaked. "Her and her mother. And Lois and Lana are here too. They're roughed up, but-----Sam
Sam was still, frozen. "What happened?"
"I don't understand everything. You just-Sam please.I have Lois and Lana here and no one knows the name of their mother or how to contact any family and-."
"I'm on my way." He cut off the call and stumbled out of bed, racing to change his clothes before rushing to his parents room and swinging the door open, causing it to bang against the wall.
Mary and John Winchester jolted up into their beds.
"Jesus Christ, Sammy!" John gasped, hand to his heart. "Don't fucking give me a heart attack son!"
"What's wrong honey?" Mary slipped out of bed, pulling on a house coat.
"Sarah just called me from the hospital. Chloe and her family were taken there, apparently something's happened I don't know what, but Sarah has Lois and Lana and no one can find any family member and-."
Mary was already grabbing a set of clothes to change into. "Get Dean to take you right away, your father and I will be there right behind you."
Sam nodded and rushed to wake up his brother.
Dean had complained a little (having just come back from a party and was exhausted) but he'd driven Sam to the hospital, and the young men had hurried to where Sarah had said they'd be.
He froze when he saw her.
Or, when he saw Lana and Lois.
They were covered in bruises and cuts, Lana's bottom lip popped and swollen.
They'd been beaten.Badly
And even though they were hugging blankets around them, Sam could see the spots of blood on their faces. They looked a mixture of terrified and determined, keeping scared eyes on everyone around them.
"Oh fuck." Dean hissed next to him, voice filled with anger and disbelief. "Don't tell me some fucker hurt those kids
Sam didn't answer, walking towards them at a slow, sedate pace.
His first impression of Chloe, and then of her sisters, was that they were like feral kittens used to being chased or kicked or hurt. They didn't trust anyone around them, it was painfully obvious, and Sam knew that the best way to treat people or creatures who'd gotten hurt was to be slow and gentle, to keep his voice and expressions neutral or soft.
So even though he wanted to rant and rave, he kept himself under control as he reached them. "Are you two okay?"
The girls looked up at him silently.
Lois was sporting the ugliest black eye he'd ever seen, but she nodded that yes, they were fine.
Lana, the youngest looking of the three, leaned into her older sister, bottom lip poked out and trembling.
Sam wanted to reach out and hug them, but he didn't know the extent of their wounds and could end up hurting them.
And also, they were in a fight or flight mood right now and he'd probably only end up scaring them even more.
He looked up at his girlfriend. "What happened?"
"We don't know." Sarah whispered, looking down at the girls for a quick second. "All I got out of the police was that there was some sort of home invasion. A lot of guys broke into their house and..." her voice broke. "Their mother didn't make it. She was dead when they brought her here."
He gulped. "Where's Chloe?"
Lana hid her face in Lois' shoulder.
The older girl silently lifted up on flap of her blanket and let Lana in, wrapping her arm and the blanket securely around the smaller girl, her eyes shining with unshed tears as she looked down at the tiled floor.
Sarah looked away from Sam, face contorting in pain for a second as she bit her lip, blinking rapidly, trying to keep control of herself. "I-I only caught a glimpse of her Sam, as they were wheeling her away to the operating table." She turned to look at him. "It doesn't look good. I wouldn't have recognized her if Lois and Lana weren't trailing the doctors and..."
Sam felt nausea rising up his throat and he looked away.
." Dean hissed from where he'd been behind them.
Mary and John arrived, coming up towards them, but Sam didn't notice, he moved away from the others.
He was going to throw up.
Sam took in deep breaths.
He didn't know what it had been about that small blonde child that had called to him, but from the first moment he'd seen her watching him nervously he'd felt protective. Dean liked to say that Sam had a weakness for strays, for the wounded and the abused, and while Sam usually laughed that off or made a face at his brother he wanted to cry now.
He closed his eyes.
His parents and him had decided to go file a complaint against this woman for possible child abuse tomorrow.
It'd come a little too late, hadn't it?
They were more abused now than ever.
And who knew what those monsters might have done to those little girls.
He clenched his fists, feeling fury unlike anything he'd ever felt rising up into his chest.
Sam didn't notice his father, face demonic with fury, going towards the policemen. John Winchester had many close friends in the police force, and no doubt he was going over to get more information on what exactly had happened.
Sam didn't notice his mother, face agonized yet tender, as she knelt down in front of the two battered girls. Mary Winchester had always wanted daughters, and Sam hadn't known who'd been more furious at the thought of the girls being possibly abused, him or her.
But Sam did notice Doctor Williams when he came out of a room and went towards the girls.
Mary looked up.
Sam returned to where the others were.
"How is she?" Sarah was the first to ask. "Is she okay?"
The doctor looked uneasy as he gazed upon them, his gaze falling to the two little girls.
To their necklaces.
What the fuck?
The doctor cleared his throat, looking even more uneasy. "Maybe you should take the girls for a walk."
"How is Chloe?" Lois snapped, an angry tear falling down her cheek. "How is Chloe
"She's stable." The doctor announced. "She'll make it."
Lana burst out crying in happiness.
More tears fell down Lois' cheeks as she breathed out in utter relief, letting go of the need to be strong and just allowing herself to break.
Sam's heart broke even more.
Sarah wiped at her eyes before smiling down at the girls. "Why don't we go get something from the vending machines? How about some snacks, huh? Chloe's going to be fine. You don't have to stand guard here."
"They might be back." Lana whispered.
Lois nodded. "We have to be here."
Sarah's face shifted as she tried to keep the smile on her face and the tears from falling. "Honey. The cops are here. They'll protect you. You don't have to worry."
The girls didn't look convinced.
Sarah cleared her throat. "And if anything, the vending machine is only right over there. If something happens you'll be able to hear and come protect her."
Lois and Lana looked unsure, but they let her usher them away.
The doctor watched them go before turning to Sam and his mother. "Mary, just how do you know those children?"
"Sam's friends with Chloe, the blonde one." Mary responded cautiously, eyeing her childhood friend. "What is it Neil?"
"Oh god Mary, where do I start
?" Doctor Williams looked around him. "Whoever these girls are, they've been through hell
. Especially the blonde girl. Not only did I find the bruises and cuts and such of tonight, but her body has bruises in every stage of healing. They've been abused on a daily basis."
Sam clenched his fists as his worse nightmare was confirmed.
"And not only that, but they've been injected with something. They all have scarring on their inner arms from multiple injections with a needle so thick..." He looked away, cursing. "I barely got her stabilized, Mary. She flatlined over and over again on the table."
"Why was she being operated?" Dean wanted to know.
"She'd been shot. Mary. Three times. Each time the bullets just barely missed her heart. We were getting out the bullets."
"Oh dear god." Mary cried.
"Why was she targeted more than the others? They only have bruises and cuts. They weren't shot." Dean narrowed his eyes.
"Yes, they were." The doctor corrected. "But the bullet only grazed Lana, and Lois' went straight through her shoulder and out of her body. It was a clean shot."
"So they were aiming to kill those kids." Dean hissed, looking like he wanted to hit something.
Doctor Williams nodded. "I've tended to wounds like this before when I was practicing for that year in New York. Especially the ones on their mother. This wasn't just a house invasion." He paused. "I'm not a cop, but this was a hit
. And a professional one. The mother had one bullet to the heart. That was it. She was dead from before the fight really began."
"Wait, what?" Sam looked up. "You mean the girls were the ones who fought them?"
The doctor took in a deep breath. "There must have been other people in the house who fought off the invaders and left after the police were called by the neighbors."
"What happened to the guys that attacked them?" Mary asked.
"I don't know." The doctor replied.
"They're dead." John's voice caused them to turn towards him. "I was talking to Seamus and he said that the men are all dead. They're thinking that there was someone else in the house, someone who was very efficient in killing, because the way they were disposed of was very methodical. They have troopers at the house combing the area and the building for anything suspicious."
"Oh my god." Mary leaned into her husband. "This is so horrifying."
"And that's not everything." Doctor Williams looked around him before lowering his voice. "I'm only saying this because I know you, but Mary, John, have you noticed their necklaces?"
"The cute collar necklaces?" Dean frowned.
"Cute isn't the word to describe them." The doctor hissed before taking in a deep breath. "We tried to remove the girl's on the operating table and we nearly killed
?" Sam snapped.
"They're collars." The doctor hissed. "Like dog
collars. They send bolts of electricity into those children's bodies! Most probably as a subduing effort, or to make them behave or obey. When we tried to get it off of her it sent one so strong into her system that it caused her to flatline the first time!"
John's face was beyond demonic. "They were torturing those little girls."
Sam felt numb and hollow.
"We had to leave the collar on her." His gaze went to where Lois and Lana were wide eyed and eating the snacks Sarah had gotten them with obvious surprise and delight. "I'm guessing their collars are wired the same way." He shook his head. "I'm terrified to think of what those girls went through up until tonight."
"Human trafficking." John hissed.
"I'm thinking so." The doctor nodded solemnly.
"Wait, what?" Dean interrupted.
"Children who get stolen from their parents and conditioned to serve and obey their master's every wish, and then are sold to the highest bidder." Sam answered numbly, feeling like he'd been punched in the stomach.
Mary turned and hid her face in John's chest.
"Can we see Chloe?" Sam asked in a voice that was so hoarse he couldn't recognize it as his own.
"She's been moved to a room to try and recover." Doctor Williams told him the room level and number. "I don't usually allow this, but you can check up on her quickly tonight, and visit tomorrow."
Sam nodded, and turned, rushing away.
He hurried to the elevator and punched in the floor number, and when it reached the floor he exited, pausing when he realized the room was right next to the elevator.
Taking in a deep breath, he slipped into the room.
A soft light was on by the bedside table, casting a soft glow on the bloodied, bruised, and nearly unrecognizable child lying lifelessly on the bed.
Chloe was bandaged up, and connecting to a respiratory machine.
Sam collapsed into the seat next to the bed.
For the first time ever, he wanted to kill