Title: Chloe's Supernatural
Pairing: Chloe/Dean, Chloe/Sam, Dean/Chloe/Sam
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Supernatural
Warning: Spoilers Supernatural Season 1, AU Smallville
Summary: When Chloe helps Pete and his children move into their new home in Lawrence, Kansas, she never expected it to be haunted, or to meet the Winchester brothers...OR the adventure that they'd embark on together afterwards.
Chloe paused as she held Peter up, balancing his weight on her hip, and with her free hand she clutched Lindsay’s. While the house hadn’t looked that nice when they’d left, now it looked like a disaster had hit it. When Missouri Moseley had told her the plan of placing bags of protective and purifying ingredients in the walls of the four corners of the house on each floor to purify and protect the house--well--she’d been prepared to find holes in her walls.
She hadn’t been prepared to find the whole house looking as if a nuclear bomb had been set off inside of it.
How am I gonna explain this to Pete?
“The poltergeist…” Sam winced as he appeared by their side, looking at the damage before bringing his hand to his throat, rubbing it as if it was sore. “It realized what we were trying to do and it did its best to stop us.”
Chloe spared him a quick look and then did a double-take, gasping when she noticed the dark line around his throat. “What happened to you?” she whispered, letting go of Lindsay’s hand to going to stand in front of Sam, her fingers going to his throat, softly trailing the ugly mark.
Sam shivered and gulped, his Adams Apple bobbing under her touch.
Blushing, realizing how forward she’d just been, Chloe averted her gaze and cleared her throat. “Was that the poltergeist’s doing?”
“Uh, yeah.” Sam nodded as Lindsay grabbed onto Chloe, hugging her with a shiver. “It tried to strangle me with the electric cord of that tall lamp in the living room. Dean had to cut the cord off from around my neck…”
Chloe’s eyes went wide and she looked up into his face his horror.
“Okay, according to Missouri, this should be it.” Dean announced as he stalked towards them, looking tired and sore, but otherwise quite content and satisfied. “The poltergeist and all evil should be gone.”
“Should be?” Chloe asked, picking up on those two words immediately, hating the cold fingers she felt were tracing up her spinal cord, telling herself they were just her imagination. Telling herself that it was all over. “She isn’t sure?”
The shorter Winchester brother turned to her seriously. “You’re going to be okay, Chloe.”
Chloe didn’t understand it. She felt so safe with these two strangers that she believed Dean, but she wondered if she’d continue believing that promise when Sam and Dean left. She knew they would leave them very soon, and she was dreading it.
Sam gave her a small smile before leaving to probably find Missouri, who was walking the house trying to see if she could find energies still.
There was a moment of uncomfortable silence before Dean shoved his hands into his pants’ pockets and gave her a smile that did funny things with her heart. “We’ll be leaving tonight, after we help put some order to this place.”
“Thank you.” Chloe smiled, trying to be brave although she could still feel such coldness in her bones.
Dean’s smile vanished as he looked at her contemplatively, tilting his head slightly. “You’re still frightened.”
Her smile wavered slightly and she looked down at Lindsay, seeing the young girl, hair wild and frizzy, looking up at her with wide, worried eyes. Chloe couldn’t let herself show any weakness, Lindsay and Peter were counting on her to be the strong, brave adult.
She wouldn’t scare the children with her foolish feelings.
“No, I—I’m fine.” Chloe wouldn’t look at Dean, didn’t need to, she could feel his penetrating gaze on her face.
“Are you sure?” Dean asked, sounding a little uncomfortable as he did. “Because, uh, Sammy and I could, I don’t know, stay until the father of the kids appears.”
She looked up at Dean’s uncomfortable expression and smiled more genuinely. “I couldn’t impose on you guys more than I already have. I mean, you haven’t come out and said exactly what it is you two do, but I’m guessing it’s not Accounting.”
Dean grinned in amusement. “I guess you could say that.”
She returned the grin, while adjusting Peter’s weight onto her other hip. “I can’t keep you guys here when there are other people who need your, uh, help too.”
The handsome man nodded.
There was a moment’s silence, before Chloe’s cellular began to ring in her back pocket. “Uh, Dean, can you hold Peter for a second?” Without giving the surprised man a second to be able to form some excuse or back away, Chloe passed Peter into his arms and reached for her phone. “Chloe Sullivan.”
“Chloe?” Pete’s voice could be heard through the static. “Is everything all right? I’ve been trying to get through to you all day but every time I tried my call would never go through. Did something happen? Are the kids okay?”
“PETE!” The blonde gasped in relief. “Where are you? We’re all fine, but you? You’re in big trouble mister! Where are you?”
“Daddy!” Lindsay giggled, the worry leaving her blue eyes immediately.
“Uh, yeah. About where I am?” Pete sounded a bit nervous. “Well, I’m actually in Oklahoma at the moment.”
Chloe blinked. “What are you doing in Oklahoma?”
“I’m not, uh, completely sure.” Pete announced sheepishly. “All I remember is getting a couple of drinks at the bar and the next thing I know is that I’m being shaken awake by the bus attendant saying that we’d arrived in Tulsa.”
Chloe groaned, closing her eyes and placing her palm to her forehead. “Tell me that you’re on the next bus out of there.”
“Yeah, already on it.” Her friend promised, sounding miserable. “Chloe, I’m so sorry…I…I’ve been a bit unpredictable ever since Hailey--and you’ve been such a good friend--.”
“Don’t apologize to me, Pete Ross.” The blonde sighed, turning her back on Dean. “You save all of that for when you’re here with your kids. Sure, Peter hasn’t realized all that’s been going on, but Lindsay has, and she’s been worried sick about you!”
“Is she--? Can I talk to her?”
Hearing the longing in her friend’s voice, Chloe sighed. “Sure.” She turned back to the others, surprised to see Dean Winchester smiling at Peter as the cute boy poked him in the face. “Uh, Lindsay, baby? You’re daddy wants to talk to you.”
Lindsay’s pretty little face broke out into a large, mega-watt smile as she took the cellular Chloe offered her and put it to her ear. “Daddy! Are you alright? Why weren’t you here to tuck us in bed last night? The monster came back!”
Knowing that Pete would consider the last comment to be about a figment of Lindsay’s imagination, Chloe sighed, realizing that when her friend came back she’d have a lot of explaining to do.
“Juice?” Peter asked Dean, finger pressing into the dimple in the man’s cheek.
Dean chuckled and turned to Chloe. “You sure weren’t kidding when you said this kid was a juice-junkie. I don’t think I’ve heard him say another word.”
Chloe paused, surveying the picture of man and child. If she hadn’t seen it herself, she knew that she would never be able to picture Dean Winchester with a child, and yet, he looked at ease and enthralled with Peter now that he’d gotten over his initial terror.
“Okay daddy. I miss you too.” Lindsay couldn’t have looked happier if Barney had suddenly appeared in the room. “I love you too.” She sent loud kisses through the cellular. “Bye.” The pretty, caramel-skinned child looked up at the adults. “Daddy says he’ll be home tomorrow.”
Taking the cell-phone back, Chloe ruffled Lindsay’s frizzy hair affectionately. “You know, kiddo, when your dad sees the mess this house is in, he’s gonna kill us.”
Lindsay grinned at that. “Not if we clean it first! He’ll never have to know.”
“You’re gonna be problems when you’re a teenager.” Dean predicted with a bark of amused laughter at the mischief in the child’s eyes. He turned his attention on Peter, who’d decided that the necklace Dean was wearing was the most fascinating thing in the whole world. “How about we help your Aunt Chloe clean up and then we can all have some juice?”
Peter’s eyes widened and he smiled toothily. “Juice?”
Dean grinned back brightly. “Yeah, juice.”
“You know, bro, I never took you for the voyeur type.” Dean Winchester announced sleepily, late into the night as they sat in the Impala, uncomfortable and a bit cold. The elder brother sighed, arms folded over his chest, eyes closed as he sat in the driver’s seat.
“Dean, sometimes I wonder if you listen to the things you say.” Sam muttered, sitting in the front passenger’s seat, eyes on the house across the street. He knew that Missouri had said that she couldn’t sense any energy left in the house, and he knew that they should be off on the road, but for some reason Sam couldn’t leave.
Something didn’t feel right, he’d felt it, and he was almost sure that Chloe had as well, although she’d done her best to ignore it or at least pretend that she was ignoring it.
“All I’m saying is,” Dean yawned sleepily. “That Missouri says that the house is clean. Job done. We should be off. You know that we have to find dad and--.”
“I know, Dean.” Sam grounded his teeth. He more than anyone else wanted to find their father and find out what he knew about the creature that’d killed both their mother and Jess; for months now finding their father had been Sam’s obsession, his only reason to live--but right now he needed to stay here and make sure that Chloe and the children were alright.
He needed to sit out here in the Impala and keep a watch on her window, to make sure that the vision he’d had of her didn’t come true. If Sam just closed his eyes at that moment he could remember the look of terror on Chloe’s face as she pounded desperately on her bedroom window, screaming for help.
Sam just, he just didn’t want her to do that, to be screaming for help, and he not be there to help her. He—he didn’t want to let her down the way he had Jess.
And something deep within him told him that if he left with Dean now he’d be doing just that.
And I won’t--I WON’T.
Usually Dean would be complaining more about how he could be in a nice comfy bed at the moment, but he only sighed and leaned back further in his seat. “She was still frightened.”
Sam frowned and turned to look at his brother in surprise. “She told you that?”
“No.” The elder Winchester brother shook his head, eyes still closed. “But it was a look in her eyes. She looked, like, I don’t know. Like she could still feel something in the house or something.” He paused. “Of course, it could have just been shock, you know. Despite the fact that she reacted a lot better than most civilians when they find out about what goes bump in the dark--she is still a lone female woman in a large house with two children. She’s obviously not safe—if not from the supernatural—than from some bastard human trying to take advantage of the situation.”
Sam sent his brother a look. Apparently Dean had been giving this situation a lot of thought as well.
Usually Dean never really gave much thought to the people they’d saved after they saved them.
Then again, Chloe was extremely pretty, and Dean had always been known to have a weakness for pretty things.
Shaking his head, Sam sent a look towards the windows of Chloe’s room and looked away, quickly doing a double-take, eyes widening in horror as he watched his vision happening right before his very eyes…
Chloe’s figure was in the window, pounding on it, eyes wide in terror, mouth moving in screams that were strangely muted.
“Dean!” Sam was out of the Impala in a second. “It’s happening!”
A LITTLE WHILE BEFORE
Chloe smiled as she looked through the curtains at the Impala, as it sat parked on the other side of the street. She could easily see the dark figures of the Winchester brothers as they sat stiffly in the seats, hugging themselves to keep warm, sending glances at the house every couple of minutes.
They were keeping watch over them.
Chloe would have asked the brothers to spend the night in the house if they had no other place to go for the night--in fact, she had--but both had declined, said that they had places to be and people to see.
And yet there they were, parked outside, uncomfortable and cold…making sure that nothing happened to Chloe and the children.
A smile touched Chloe’s lips as she turned away from the window and made her way to the bed, where Peter and Lindsay were sleeping peacefully. Even though they’d been reassured that everything was fine, the children—mainly Lindsay—had looked frightened at the thought of sleeping in their own rooms, and to be truthful, Chloe hadn’t felt so safe either.
So the three of them were making use of Chloe’s bed, sleeping. Well, Chloe would have been sleeping if it wasn’t for the fact that it was so uncommonly chilly, and had been for the last hour or so. Not only did she have an uncomfortable chill in her spine, but Chloe felt uneasy and couldn’t help but get the feeling that she was being watched.
Then again I AM being watched--by the Winchesters!
Grinning, Chloe got back into bed and giggled when Peter turned in his sleep, searching the heat of her body, cuddling up against her, and in seconds Lindsay had done the same.
These kids are really just too cute.
The sound of creaking caused her gaze to shoot from the children to the door, and her eyes widened when she saw the handle rattle.
It’s—it’s Pete. He got home early and when he went to check on the children and found them out of their rooms he came to check on me.
But then her vain hopes were dashed to pieces when the door creaked open--the door she’d locked shut creaked open--and with it came a gust of air so chilly the children shivered in their sleep and pressed closer to her.
Her eyes widened further as her breaths grew rapid as the door closed shut loudly, and the temperature in the room dropped drastically, vapor rising from her mouth once more.
Suddenly the bed began to shake violently and levitate, causing Chloe to scream and wake up the children. Peter began to cry, sleepy and confused as to what was going on, and Lindsay rubbed her eyes, freezing when she realized that the bed beneath them was hovering up in the air, almost touching the ceiling.
Chloe turned and stumbled out of the bed, crying out in pain as she fell the long way back down to the ground. She winced, picking herself up from the floor and looking up at the two wide-eyed, terrified children.
“Lindsay! Pass me Peter, and when I have him down, I need you to jump!”
Lindsay shook her head, whimpering, froze in terror. “I want my daddy!”
Chloe looked up, seeing how closer they were getting to the ceiling.
It’s going to crush them!
“Lindsay!” Chloe knew that she looked terrified and was in no way comforting the young child, but she didn’t have time to be brave. “Do it!”
The young girl closed her eyes tightly before taking in a deep breath and pushing her crying little brother out of the bed.
The young boy screamed as he fell through the air.
Chloe caught him, hugging him to her tightly and planting a relieved kiss on his forehead before putting him on the ground and raising her arms again. “Lindsay, I need you to jump now!”
The girl shook her head, hands above her head, palms pressed against the ceiling, as if trying to push it away as the bed continued to rise.
“Lindsay!” Despair in her every feature, Chloe looked up. “Jump!”
“No! I want my mommy!” The space between the ceiling and the bed continued to grow smaller and smaller.
“Lindsay Sarah Ross! YOU JUMP THIS INSTANCE!”
Something in Chloe’s voice must have done it, because Lindsay took her palms away from the ceiling and jumped off of the bed, screaming until she collided with Chloe, sending them both toppling to the carpet.
Chloe was crying as she hugged the terrified, crying girl to her, before getting up from the floor, picking up Peter, holding Lindsay’s hand, and rushing to the door--only to find it locked.
“No.” Putting Peter down and ordering Lindsay to hold his hand and never let go, the blonde grabbed the door handle with both hands and pulled with all of her might, but it didn’t budge. “LET US OUT!”
Kicking the door, Chloe turned and looked all around the room, the vapor from their breaths getting thicker.
Something was going to happen, and she needed to get herself and the kids out of there before it did.
Sam and Dean.
Her eyes widened as Chloe rushed to the bedroom window and began to bang her fists against the glass as hard as she could. “DEAN!” She screamed so loudly her throat hurt, eyes on the Impala across the street. “SAM!” Things behind her began to explode, the picture frames--the mirror--the bedside lamp. “HELP US! IT’S STILL HERE!”
Feeling the glass go cold beneath her touch, Chloe cried out and backed away as ice rose from the window frame, engulfing the glass, causing it to crackle slightly as words began to engrave themselves into the thin sleets of ice.
“How--?” Chloe whispered, backing up into the door. “How—do does it know my name?”
The cold air concentrated in the middle of the room, swirling visibly around a tall, ghastly form as it began to form in the shadows, in the coldness.
Lindsay shrieked in horror as the form continued to slowly materialize, heading towards them one step at a time.
I don’t understand--. Chloe’s mind was working rapidly. Didn’t Lindsay say the thing she saw was on fire? This—this must be something different.
“CHLOE!” Dean Winchester’s voice called on the other side of the door.
“Dean!” Chloe turned, pounding her fist against the door. “Dean! Something’s in here with us! Help!”
“Stand away from the door, we’re going to kick it down!” Sam’s voice commanded and Chloe grabbed the children, pulling them away quickly in time for there to be a sound on the other side of the door, and suddenly it flew open, the two Winchester brothers stood in the doorways, guns in their hands.
Chloe didn’t understand why ghosts or demons or whatever would be frightened of guns, but the ghastly thing disappeared right before the sound of the guns went off. It’d given up its corporal form, and yet its presence was still here--as made known by the bedside table flinging itself at Dean’s head, only missing because the man dodged it at the last possible moment, causing it to smash against the wall behind him.
“We got to get you guys out of here!” Sam hurried to Chloe and grabbed Lindsay. “We have to make a run for it.”
“Yeah.” Dean’s eyes were on the windows, on the words carved into the ice, before he nodded, and took Peter from Chloe’s arms. “Whatever this thing is, it’s pissed!”
“Ready to make a run for it?” Sam asked Chloe, holding a crying, shivering Lindsay in his arms.
“Good. Let’s get out of here!” Dean answered as he held Peter with one hand and his gun in the other.
The men took off and Chloe after them, hurrying through the hall and down the stairs, dodging the things that were being thrown at them. Chloe nearly tripped once or twice, and was a little behind the others because of that, but she was right on their tails as they rushed out of the front door.
She would have made it too--if suddenly coldness hadn’t entered her body and something hadn’t kicked her feet out from beneath her, causing her to scream as she fell face-first into the wooden floor.
Chloe looked up at the door in time to see Dean and Sam, safely outside, look back in surprise at the sound of her scream. Their eyes, wide in horror, were the last thing she saw before the front door slammed shut on its own, and another scream erupted from her throat as she was dragged rapidly against the floor by means invisible.
Chloe struggled, she kicked and dug her nails into the wood floor, watching in horror as her fingernails left scratch marks on the floor.
Hearing that eerily familiar sound of claws against wood, Chloe screamed and let go of her hold on the ground when the words: never escape…never escape…never escape, began to be scratched on the floor all around her.
Her gaze went up when dust began to fall on the floor, and Chloe’s eyes widened when she saw other words: we found you…we found you…we found you… being scratched in the walls and ceiling.
“WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?” She screamed as the invisible thing continued to drag her through the house rapidly.
She could hear pounding on the front door, could hear Dean and Sam screaming from outside that they were coming…but she also could see all the furniture throwing itself against the front door, barricading it quite effectively.
Suddenly there was a cool blast of air so cold she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again she found herself lying in the middle of Lindsay’s room. Chloe groaned, looking around her, confused. What was going on? She’d been on the bottom floor a second ago being dragged by something--hadn’t she? If so, how had she gotten--?
Chloe didn’t even have time to scream as her body was picked up by means unseen and she was flung backwards against the wall, the blow leaving her breathless and dizzy, wondering why the back of her head felt wet and why there was a strong metallic scent in the air.
Her vision began to waver slightly and she felt her head so fuzzy, wondering why the room was shifting at such odd angles--and then as her vision cleared again she widened in her eyes in horror when she realized that the room wasn’t turning, she was.
Or, better said, she was being dragged up the wall and by the time she’d realized it, she was plastered against the ceiling, unable to move.
“CHLOE?” Dean could be heard screaming from down below--from inside.
“HELP ME!” Chloe screamed with the little bit of strength she had left in her, and even that was beginning to drain away.
“WE’RE COMING!” Sam yelled, and the sound of footsteps on the stairs heralded their appearance before the door was kicked down and the Winchester brothers hurried into the room, freezing as they saw her plastered up against the ceiling.
Horror, terror, agony was plastered in their suddenly paled faces as they looked up at her.
And Chloe suddenly remembered how it was that their mother, and this Jess person had died.
The throb in the back of her head grew incessantly, and she whimpered as she saw blood dripping from her hair down onto the ground, falling onto Sam and Dean’s horrified, upturned faces.
Chloe closed her eyes tightly, crying.
She was going to die.