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Illusions And Truths 3/4 
17th-Nov-2010 02:45 pm
chlastiel---curious and longing looks
Title: Illusions And Truths
Sequel to: Omens
Universe: Morning Star Series
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural/Constantine
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Castiel, Midnight, Lois
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: So it mightn't be the Apocalypse, but something is definitely up, especially close to Chloe. And she might've noticed it, or paid better attention, if she wasn't so caught up in her relationship with Cas FINALLY starting to turn romantic.
Written for my paranormal25 150 Prompt Table. Prompt # 108. Illusion Des Sosies.

Waking up was a bitch.

She was obviously under the effects of a very strong tranquilizer, and that meant that while her mind was already awake, she didn't even have the energy to move, moan, or open her eyes. So for all intents and purposes, she was awake...but sleeping all at the same time. At least her hearing was perfect, and she could hear the voices in the room as they spoke.

"I'm telling you, it was identical to her, and you." Lois was saying, sounding annoyed, as if she'd been asked this over and over again. "I mightn't know you, but I know Chloe, and I couldn't tell the difference between her and the double. They spoke the same, looked the same, hell, she even moved like Chloe."

"They could have been shapeshifters." Constantine murmured.

"No, there were not." Cas disagreed. "I was only there for the time it took to teleport Chloe and Miss Lane to safety, but I know that they were not shapeshifters. Their energies were blocked, as if there was something keeping me from being able to sense them."

"Were they trying to infiltrate Papa Midnight's?" Angela wondered. "They took on both Midnight's and Chloe's forms, and they are the two who basically run the place."

"Nothing was touched." Midnight's gruff voice grumbled. "I went over everything myself, and nothing was even tampered with. They had no interest in what I keep in the offices behind the club."

Chloe could finally move her fingers.

"The double told Chloe that they were on the same side." Lois cleared her throat. "But it obviously wasn't true because Chloe told her that she was neutral and the double said that being neutral was being in denial."

"Were you able to get a look at the one who filled her with tranquilizer?" Constantine wanted to know.

"No." Cas replied.

"Yes." Lois responded. "And I recognized him. He's a regular at the diner I work at. I thought he was human all along. He always comes in at the same time, orders the same thing, and sits at the same place, looking out through the plate glass wall in the front. I thought he was always thinking about something, but after what happened its obvious that he was casing Papa Midnight's. It's right across the street, and the diner would be the best place to keep an eye on the place and not be noticed."

Chloe could finally open her eyes.

"Can you describe him?" Angela asked.

"Yes..." Lois flinched. "No." She frowned. "I-I know what he looks like, but every time I try to remember it gets fuzzier and fuzzier."

"The Spell of Forgetfulness." Midnight growled. "Don't try thinking of him anymore, the more you do the more the spell will erase of him."

"Telling me not to think of him is just going to make me want to think of him more! It's a mental thing!" Lois whined.

"Is there a way you can break the spell?" Angela was obviously asking Midnight.

"It's on him, not her. I'd need to be close to him. Physically." Midnight replied.

Chloe finally felt the control of her own body return to her.

"Great." Constantine huffed. "What about you, Castiel? Can't you do some angelic crap to help?"

"Not every angelic gift is the same. The human mind is not my speciality." Castiel responded. "But it is one of Lumiel's."

There was silence.

Chloe groaned, sitting up and bringing her hand to her head. "Then I guess I'm going to have to figure out how to do it, huh?"

"Chloe." Lois whispered, relieved, though she stayed where she was.

Cas had obviously healed her wounds, since she looked untouched and far from the broken and beaten person in that alleyway.

She was also obviously keeping herself from going to Chloe, knowing she wouldn't be welcomed.

"Oh thank god you're okay!" Angela rushed forwards, throwing her arms around Chloe. "We were so worried!"

"Don't exaggerate Angela." Constantine mumbled. "We all knew it was only a tranquilizer and that she'd wake up eventually."

Chloe sent him an amused look over Angela's shoulder, before hugging the other woman. "I'm okay Ange."

She didn't miss the look that flashed over Lois' face.

It was a mixture of resentfulness, sadness, and resignation.

"Welcome back to the land of the living." Midnight nodded towards her.

She cast a look in his direction. "Do I still have my job?"

"I think we have more important matters to discus." Constantine rolled his eyes.

"Not for me we don't." Chloe countered. "My rent is up in a couple of days."

Midnight looked amused at this and nodded to her, not having to say anything.

Chloe beamed at him, only turning away to look at Castiel as he sat down by her bed and gazed at her in slight worry, tracing his thumb over her face. "You seem fine." And yet his eyes were still scanning her, as if making sure that his assessment was accurate. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine." Chloe smiled, placing her hand on the one she still had on her face.

They stared at each other in silence, her fingers threading through his.

Midnight raised an eyebrow in amusement.

Lois' eyes widened in shock.

Angela bit her bottom lip, expression clearly expressing how romantic she found this all, as she reached for Constantine's hand.

Constantine looked like he didn't know what exactly he should do in this situation.

Cas didn't seem to notice the others as he spoke to Chloe. "This is the reverse to what you've already covered, giving people images. You're going to need to actually take the image from Lois. It's harder."

"Tell me what to do." She whispered. "I'll do it."

Lois looked between Cas and Chloe, confused and conflicted.

Cas nodded, helping Chloe out of bed and taking her, hand in hand, towards Lois. "You need to connect yourself with her mind. The easiest way is to establish some sort of physical contact and to look her directly in the eyes."

Taking in a deep breath, Chloe really looked at her cousin for the first time since her returned.

Lois looked paler, thinner, dark bags under her eyes.

Chloe looked away and took a deep breath, before looking Lois in her hazel eyes once more. The blonde reached out and grabbed her cousin's wrist, tightening her hold on it.

At first there was nothing, and then her body jolted as the power took over.


Lois Lane sat on Chloe's bed, hugging a pillow to her heart and crying softly into it.

Sam Winchester stood by the window, looking out at Bobby Singer's Junkyard, his posture defeated.

Dean leaned against a wall, head bowed, skin pale, a silent, lone tear making its way down his cheek.

They'd once been three proud warriors, and yet they'd been reduced to nothing.

"I should have let the world end." Lois cried into the pillow. "I should have realized that it was Lumiel in control and not her!"

"You're not the only one who was fooled." Sam's voice was dark and hate-filled as he slammed his clenched into the window frame. "He played us for fools, and we couldn't see what was right in front of our eyes!"

"We let her down." Dean's voice was hoarse and deeper than usual. "I accepted the bastard who tried to KILL her!"

They looked at each other, self-hatred shining through their tortured eyes.


Lois was alone.

Dean and Sam couldn't handle it, had left.

John was an insensitive bastard.

Missouri and Bobby just weren't her family.

She'd killed her family.

Sent her soul only god knew where.

At night Lois was terrified to sleep because she had nightmares of Chloe in hell.

It was her biggest fear.

She wanted to believe with all her heart that Chloe's soul was in heaven, but at night her dreams were tormented with visions of Chloe suffering, being tortured, all because of her.

The brunette looked at the container of pills.

She was sick of being alone.

If Chloe was in hell, then she was going there too.

Dumping the pills into her palm, Lois threw her head back, filling her mouth with them, and swallowed them down with a glass of water.

She then made her way to Chloe's bed in the Singer residence and laid down, hugging the pillow to her body, waiting to die.


"She's dead, Lois." John Winchester stood in the doorway, eyes narrowed. "You did the right thing when you saved the world! Don't let some misguided sense of guilt-."

"Shut up!" Lois snapped, turning towards him, furious and hurt and still healing from her suicide attempt. "I shouldn't have listened to you! I shouldn't have lost my faith in her!"

"You can't blame me for your actions." John hissed. "YOU killed her. Not ME."

Lois flinched, looking away, tears filling her eyes. "I know. And I can never forgive myself for that."

She turned back to her suitcase, which she was filling with the little amount of things she had to her name. She'd just been released from the hospital, and Lois could remember the few moments she'd been dead, could remember those few short minutes in hell.

It'd been an eternity of agony.

What if Chloe had spent the last year there?

She threw her things harder.

Sam and Dean had been right.

She needed to get the fuck away from all of this.

"Lois, you saved the world." John placed a hand on her shoulder.

She slapped him, jerking out of his hold. "Fuck the world, John!"

Slamming the suitcase closed she grabbed the handle and brushed passed him out of the room, out of the Singer home, out of their lives.


"How are they doing, Ellen?" Lois asked into the phone as she curled up in the small bed of her tiny apartment.

"How are you doing?" Ellen Harvelle asked instead. "If you know the answer to that, you know the answer to your question."

Lois closed her eyes and sighed. "I thought staying with you and Jo would help them. You're more family to them right now than John is."

"You should come here too." Ellen told her. "Honey, it's not healthy for you to be alone during this time."

"Sam, Dean and I can't be in the same place." Lois shook her head. "We remind each other of her. It'd destroy us."

"As if the three of you aren't destroyed already?" Ellen snapped. "Lois! Those boys are suicidal! They find the most dangerous hunts they can get and they don't take the precautions they should! Each and every hunt they go on Jo and I are terrified is going to be their last! And you don't even have us to look after you."

"I gave up hunting." Lois wrapped herself up tightly. "I only started to to find a way to get Lumiel out of Chloe. Now that she's-gone-I don't have a reason to continue doing so."


"I'll speak to you later, Ellen, goodnight." Hanging up, Lois brought the phone to her mouth and closed her eyes tightly.


She looked up from the seedy little joint she was waitressing in, eyes narrowing when she recognized the hunter coming towards her.

"I don't speak to John Winchester anymore." She glared at him.

"I"m not here to look for John Winchester." Hank sneered the name as if it were the ugliest curse. "I'm here to tell you that your cousin, she's alive."

Lois' eyes widened and her legs gave out on her, causing her to collapse onto an empty chair. "What?"

"I won't give you all the details, but I saw her, talked to her, in L.A." Hank replied, chin high. "My friends and I were led to believe that she was Lumiel, and we attacked her." He paused. "The others didn't make it."

Lois brought her hand to her heart. "She killed them."

"Yes." Hank nodded. "But we were all tricked. She's Chloe, not Lumiel. And she spared my life once I realized this."

Lois could barely see him through the veil of unshed tears in her eyes. "How is this possible?"

"I don't know, but I felt you needed to know." Hank responded. "She works in a bar where demons and angels go, a neutral zone, called Papa Midnight's. I'll give you the directions."


Lois had always known Chloe wouldn't welcome her back with open arms, and it was one of the things that helped her realize that this was in fact her baby cousin. She knew that Chloe had told her she'd kill her if she didn't leave, and after trying to commit suicide Lois knew exactly where her soul would go after her cousin killed her, but she didn't care. Chloe hadn't spent a year in hell as she'd always feared, she'd nearly spent two HUNDRED years in hell, and Lois would never forgive herself for that.

But she also couldn't leave.

She couldn't.

So she got a job waitressing at the diner across from Papa Midnight's, and got an apartment a couple of blocks away.

At least this way she could see Chloe when the blonde walked passed the diner to go and ready the club.

And she knew that Chloe was safe.

Sometimes Chloe wouldn't be alone.

Sometimes she'd be with other people Lois didn't know.

People who made her cousin laugh and joke and roll her eyes in amusement.

Lois resented them and loved them at the same time.

"More coffee please."

Turning towards that costumer, the one who was always there in that same table day after day, Lois sighed and forced a smile on her face as she grabbed the coffee cup and refilled the glass.

It'd taken her so long to figure out if this person was a male or a female, but she was almost sure that it was a male despite the delicate body and features...and soft voice.

There was just something about the way he carried himself that was masculine.

And of course there was the way he dressed.

But then again this could just be a masculine transvestite.

"Will that be all?" She asked.

The person looked up at her. "Have you ever done something you thought was the right thing to do, but in the end you realized you were just the pawn in a fight between two bigger players?"

That question hit harder to home than Lois would have liked to admit.

"I was sure that I was doing what was needed, and yet only too late did I realize that I'd screwed myself." The person chuckled darkly, head of blonde curls shaking. "But maybe it isn't too late."


Chloe yanked her hand from Lois's wrist and gasped in a deep, desperate gulp of air. Her knees buckled under her and she would have fallen if Cas hadn't grabbed her.

"Did it work?" Lois asked, nervously, refusing to look at Chloe in the eyes.

"Why are you...crying?" Cas asked, eyes narrowed, reaching one hand down to softly swipe his fingers against the wetness of her cheeks.

Chloe hadn't realized she'd cried until then.

She couldn't look at her cousin.

Not yet.

Not after-not after seeing that.

"It worked." Clearing her throat, Chloe turned to Constantine. "I know who it is."

"Who?" He narrowed his eyes, taking a step towards her.

Chloe took in a deep breath and let it out. "Gabriel."
17th-Nov-2010 08:35 pm (UTC)

... and the plot thickens.
17th-Nov-2010 08:46 pm (UTC)
Dun dun dun DUNNNNNNN :)
17th-Nov-2010 09:07 pm (UTC)
This was damn exciting!

I liked learning how Lois coped after Chloe's death but I don't quite understand why Lois' soul was in hell. Yes, she killed Chloe but she did it to save the world and it wasn't done maliciously--I would think Lois would be a hero in heaven.

And I loved the Chloe/Castiel moments--very sweet.

Edited at 2010-11-17 09:08 pm (UTC)
17th-Nov-2010 09:12 pm (UTC)
Lois' soul was in hell because she committed suicide, and in Constantine cannon if you commit suicide your soul is doomed for hell, which is why despite all the great things Constantine was doing, Gabriel kept telling him he was going to hell anyway because he threw away the life God had given him and was damned because of it.
17th-Nov-2010 09:14 pm (UTC)
Oh snap. Oh snaaaaaaap. o_o SNAPPPPP.
17th-Nov-2010 09:38 pm (UTC)
*agrees with you*
17th-Nov-2010 10:20 pm (UTC)
Gabriel, Gabriel, Gabriel, will you never learn? I really enjoyed the flashbacks, poor Lois, Sam and Dean (I would so lick that lone tear off his cheek *grins* just saying). Hopefully Chloe's trip in Lois' mind will help them inch a little closer to being friendly again.
17th-Nov-2010 10:25 pm (UTC)
Chloe's been forced three times now to see things from someone else's perspective
1) Observer
2) Missouri
3) Lois' Memory
And with each one she gets less cold, and she is learning to let go, although its hard.
18th-Nov-2010 12:00 am (UTC)
omg so it is archangels that where doing all of this omg. so will chloe forgive lois now that she knows what really happened after she was killed . will she forgive sam and dean ? PPMS
18th-Nov-2010 12:03 am (UTC)
She's already on the road to forgiving Lois at least.
18th-Nov-2010 04:37 am (UTC)
Hopefully Chloe seeing more of the aftermath of her death will make her realize that her friends and family didn't celebrate.

Oh Gabriel, what are you up to now???
18th-Nov-2010 04:38 am (UTC)
You will find out most of it as soon as you read the next chappie ;)
9th-Jan-2011 08:11 am (UTC)
Gabriel? That actually makes a lot of sense. Nice chapter.
9th-Jan-2011 08:15 am (UTC)
This is Constantine Gabriel though, not SPN Gabriel.
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