Title: It's A Terrible Life
Sequel to: Lost And Found
Universe: Day Star Series
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Chloe and Lois have found Sam and Dean...the problem with that is that Sam Wesson and Dean Smith have no idea who they really are, and instead Sam's an IT specialist at the Sandover building while Dean is on the Master Cleanse...
Written for my Paranormal25 150 Prompt Table. Prompt used #94
. Fugue State
Spoiler Warning for Supernatural Season 4 Episode 17 "It's A Terrible Life".
A/N: Was supposed to be a oneshot...but ended up being a three-shot instead.
"Oh come on, you have to admit that this is hysterical." Chloe sniggered admittedly evilly as she gazed through the plate glass front of the store, at the Sandover Bridge and Iron Inc. building.
"No, this is not hysterical." Lois frowned, gazing at the building as well.
"He drives a Prius." Chloe cackled, throwing her head back and slapping the table. "Dean Winchester owns a Prius!"
Lois' lips twitched reluctantly at that. "Nothing wrong with trying to protect the environment."
"When he was walking into the building, I heard him talking on his phone to someone telling them about how the 'Master Cleanse' was going." Chloe closed her eyes and shook her head, nearly crying from mirth at the memory.
Lois looked up at that, unable to keep the bark of laughter that escaped her.
Ever since Lois had become Chloe's minion things between them had slowly become better.
Chloe didn't know if it was because as her minion Chloe knew Lois would never be able to turn on her-or if the time they'd spent together these last two weeks trying to find Sam and Dean after Ellen and Jo had informed them (after having to be subdued at first when they'd seen Chloe, whom they knew was supposed to be dead) that the boys had gone missing-had helped the girls slowly ease into a more open, relaxed relationship. All Chloe knew was that they were working together, and the edge was slowly beginning to be softened.
It wasn't like before the her death.
But it was much better than after she'd returned.
"Have we figured out what exactly has happened to them to give them these lobotomies from hell?" Lois wanted to know chewing on a fry.
"Obviously its a fugue state of some kind. I mean, from what I've managed to glean from the coworkers after they'd left, they're going by different names, Dean Smith and Sam Wesson, and they have different pasts and...well...if it was just amnesia they wouldn't remember their past but they'd know that they didn't remember."
"Whereas in a fugue state they forget about their past and instead think they had a different one?" Lois swallowed the fry, making a face.
"Bingo." Chloe nodded, reaching over and stealing one of Lois' fries. "Which means that this isn't some accident. Especially not with these jobs. Together. In the same building. Even if they don't seem to remember each other."
"So what are we thinking?" Lois slapped at Chloe's hand when it reached for another fry. "A curse of some kind?"
"Maybe." Chloe nodded, shaking her stinging hand, before reaching instead for her burger. "It could be a Trickster though."
"Hmmm. Forgot about that one." Lois agreed, taking a sip of her coke. "Too bad we don't have John here. He always knew what things were."
Things went silent between the cousins.
John Winchester was a sore topic which they tended to avoid.
Chloe took a bite out of her burger and her gaze returned to the front of the Sandover building, planning her next move. If she was going to get the Day Star and be able to control it she needed Sam and Dean, and that meant she was trying to do like Ernie had told her and think with her head and not her bruised ego or heart, because both were hurt and bitching against her about this. She knew, deep down inside, that the reason why she was so hurt about everything that'd happened was because Lois, Sam, and Dean had been her world, and their betrayal had pierced through her worse than the Spear of Destiny ever could have.
Chloe knew for a fact that if John or Bobby or even Missouri had killed her she wouldn't have been as embittered or hurt.
So she needed to stop thinking with her feelings and think of Cas, and Angela, and Constantine.
She needed to be the bigger woman and just learn to deal.
And dealing was just what Chloe was doing the next day as she posed as a temp at Sandoval.
In a thin red shirt, tight black skirt, and pencil heels, she felt she fit the part as she arrived in the lobby, making sure to sway her hips as she walked...her hips were the only thing the security guard noticed as she passed by, forgetting to check her for clearance.
Smirking at a job well done, Chloe looked down at the elevator and wondered if fortune was smiling at her or not.
There were only two people in the elevator...Sam Wesson and Dean Smith.
There was no way she was calling them Winchester, their real personalities would be ashamed to be caught like this.
The elevator doors slid closed as she slipped through, and she noticed that other than the looks of male appreciation, not a glimpse of recognition appeared in their eyes.
She felt boiling inside.
You'd think seeing the woman they'd had a hand in killing would spark some recognition.
Still, she had to feel a bit of pity for them.
Sam looked like a real dork in his tech support uniform.
And Dean a douche in his manager's suit.
Also, Dean was on the Master Cleanse.
That merited some compassion alone.
"So...you're new?" Dean might be making the first move, but his voice lacked the self-confidence that it usually held.
It might have something to do with his bright red tie and striped office shirt.
Chloe glance him over her shoulder. "In a Faustian manner of speaking."
Dean frowned slightly, obviously not getting what she was referring to.
Suddenly the elevator jerked to a violent standstill.
Chloe lost her balance and fell back into Sam, who wrapped his arms around her protectively as the lights went out.
"It's okay Chloe." Sam was quick to reassure her.
The blonde went still. She hadn't introduced herself yet.
Sam went still as well.
The lights flickered on, bathing them, showing Chloe looking up at Sam in horror and Sam looking down at her in confusion.
Dean looked between them, face a frown, as he cleared his throat. "I didn't realize you two knew each other."
"We...don't." Sam frowned, bringing a hand to his forehead as if his head was in pain. "I'm sorry I-I don't know why I just did that." He cleared his throat and struck out his hand towards her. "Sam Wesson."
She looked down at that hand, confused and queasy.
Taking in a deep breath, Chloe shook it. "Chloe Sullivan."
Sam's eyes widened.
Dean's narrowed. "I thought you said you didn't know each other."
"We don't." Chloe pulled her hand from Sam's and turned to the buttons, pressing the intercom.
She pressed the emergency button.
Looking around her, the blonde didn't like to admit it, but she was starting to enter into a panic attack.
She was with the Winchesters again, and so close, and locked in with them.
It was too much of a sensory overload all at once.
A part of her hated their guts, and the other part just wanted to cry and hug them.
"Stupid machine." The blonde looked around her, before her gaze went up. "Right." She turned to Sam. "Open that."
Sam frowned, looking up at the latch above them before doing as told, pushing the top so that it flung open, letting in air.
"Maintenance should know what's happening and will be here to help us in seconds." Dean sounded like he was trying to reassure himself with that.
Chloe raised an eyebrow at him.
Who had done this to him and why?
"Unless someone else hasn't killed himself for no good reason." Sam muttered. "They'll be busy cleaning up that mess to even notice us."
"People have been killing each other?" Chloe's eyes narrowed at this little detail.
"Don't scare her." Dean snapped at Sam.
"Look man, you know it just like I do. You saw what happened to Ian. Something's going on in this building, and if it isn't happening to someone else it might be happening to us right now." Sam glared at him. "Whatever's making the others kill themselves probably realized we're onto it and it's come to off us too."
Chloe began to undo the straps of her shoes.
The Winchesters had been placed with no memories of their past or their skills in a building that had something that was killing those who worked there.
What were the odds that this was a coincidence?
Chloe gave a grunt as she jumped, her fingers barely making contact with the edge, only just enough for her to catch a grip and pull herself up out of the latch.
"What the hell?" Dean cursed down below. "What is she? Xena?"
Chloe looked around her in the darkness, moving carefully around the top of the elevator, maneuvering around the sustaining cables towards the security ladder on the side of the wall.
"Wait!" Sam called from inside, grunting as he pulled himself out as well. "What are you doing?"
"If there's something in this building killing people, I'm not about to stay in an elevator dangling over hell knows how many floors." Chloe responded, hiking her skirt up high as Dean pulled himself out as well, with a couple of grunts.
Dean eyed her bare thigh.
Rolling her eyes, the blonde began climbing up the escape ladder.
Sam hesitated before following after her.
"Guys, there's no way the elevator is going to fall." Dean called from where he was still standing on the top of said elevator.
It then gave a dangerous jerk.
Dean's eyes widened and he hurried towards the ladder, beginning to climb up after them.
Chloe continued climbing until she reached the next set of doors.
Only then did she stop to wonder just how she was going to pry open said doors.
Suddenly the doors slid open and a hand reached out for her.
A transparent hand.
Gaze following the hand up to the person it was attached to, Chloe's eyes widened as she gazed up at the male ghost bending down in front of her. She wondered if this was the ghost causing all the murders, and if so, why he was offering help.
"My Queen..." He kept his hand out towards her. "Please accept my humble help."
She blinked, realizing that this ghost somehow knew who...what...who she was. Her green eyes went to his hand and she slowly placed hers in his, eyes widening further when she could feel his hand enclosing around hers before he pulled her up to safety. "Your name?"
"P.T. Sandover, your faithful servant in life and death." He bowed. "I will try to keep him away from you."
The blonde opened her mouth to ask whom he was talking about, but the ghost bowed his head and faded away to nothing right before Sam appeared, climbing up onto the next floor, Dean close behind him.
Chloe took in a deep breath, wondering how to go about this. Ernie nor Lilith nor Midnite had warned her that ghosts would be sensitive to her, or that she was able to touch them as if they were flesh. That would have been a very helpful heads up so that she didn't make a fool of herself like she had just staring at the ghost!
She gave a little growl of irritation, running her hands over her suit.
"The ghost must have been warning us to stop investigating." Sam turned to Dean.
Chloe sent the brothers a look. Should she tell them straight away that they weren't who they thought it was...or should she play along and try to figure out who was behind this and what the agenda was. One the one hand she could get straight to the point and hurry on her journey...but on the other hand this was someone powerful and he or she must have had a reason for doing this to Sam and Dean..and she'd like to know who she might be up against. Somehow the ghost was a part of this, but it wasn't the one in charge of what was going on...and that left her with many possibilities and questions.
"I can't believe this." Dean shook his head.
Mind made up, she turned towards the men and placed her hands on her hips. "So there's a ghost here?"
Sam and Dean shared looks before Dean cleared his throat and straightened his suit. "Don't be worried, miss, we have this situation under control."
"Clearly." She tried to reign back as much sarcasm as possible.
"Yeah." Sam ran his hand through his hair. "Yeah, we've gotten information from professionals and know what to do."
"Professionals?" Chloe didn't have to pretend curiosity.
Dean shifted his weight uncomfortably, clearing his throat once more. "Ghostfacers."
Chloe relaxed her face and tightened her fists, trying to keep from bursting out laughing.
Those wannabes were considered professionals by this version of Sam and Dean?
That just went to show that whoever had done this to them was sadistic.
"What did these professionals say you should do?" Chloe questioned, wondering exactly what she was dealing with.
"Research." Sam replied seriously. "We were heading up to try and figure out if we could find the identity of the ghost haunting this building."
"Obviously he doesn't want you going up." Chloe decided.
"Why do you think it's a guy?" Dean wanted to know, eyes narrowed.
Because I saw him. She shook her head. "A woman would have thought of a better way of warning you off than stopping an elevator."
Dean and Sam shared looks, obviously not sure about that logic but since neither of them quite knew the female mind they couldn't repute her point of view either.
A ding behind them made them turn as the elevator rose to that floor and her shoes awaited her. "Perfect." Walking passed the males, Chloe grabbed her heels and exited the elevator, dropping the shoes to the ground and putting them on. "We should go."
"Go where?" Sam wanted to know.
"His office." She pointed to Dean.
"Why his office?" Sam frowned.
"How big is your office?" Chloe turned to Sam challengingly.
Sam cleared his throat. "Right. His office."
"We should probably take the stairs." Dean cleared his throat, gazing into the elevator at his abandoned suitcase...obviously wondering whether it was worth going back into the elevator for.
Rolling her eyes, Chloe sauntered into the elevator and picked it up, walking out to pass it to its rightful owner.
"Right. Was about to do that." Dean assured her, turning and leading the way towards the stairwell.
Sam stayed behind, just looking at her.
She raised her chin slightly, eyeing him right back. "Yeah?"
"Do you believe in past lives?"
The blonde blinked, her defensive hostility melting in confusion. "Well, if ghosts exist why should past lives be such a stretch?"
Sam just eyed her, his hand moving as if to reach for her before he clenched his fist and pulled away. Without saying anything else he went to follow after Dean.
Chloe watched him go, and when the door to the stairwell closed behind him she pulled out her phone and dialed Lois.
"You found them?" Lois asked.
"Do research on someone connected to this building by the name of P.T. Sandover, possibly the founder...and see if you can find any connection between him and devil worship. Don't call me with any results, send them to me by text or email."
"Hmmm. This sounds intriguing. I'm on it." Lois answered, cutting off the call.
Putting her phone away, Chloe went towards the stairs and opened the door, turning a second, wondering why she wasn't surprised to see Sandover leaning against the now closed elevator doors. She sent him a little wave, and then disappeared into the stairwell, the door swinging shut behind her.