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.
“Okay, you two, are in serious trouble!” Chloe stormed back into the room, glaring at the two men who were looking at her oddly. “What was that all about?”
“What was what all about?” Dean asked, exchanging odd looks with Sam.
Chloe narrowed her eyes, looking from one brother to the other. They’d been annoyed and furious while Clark had been here, and the fact that they were now both passive and sharing those looks meant that they were keeping from her, something they either didn’t know how to tell her or were too nervous of how she’d react.
“What is it?” She asked, placing her hands on her hips. “What is it?”
The brothers shared another look before Sam cleared his throat. “How much do you know about your friend Clark?”
Chloe raised an eyebrow at the question. They were protecting her from her protector? “I know everything about Clark Kent. We’ve been best friends since we were thirteen.”
Dean made a noise before thumbing the side of his nose. “Has he ever, oh, I don’t know, done anything unusual during all that time?”
Chloe’s face remained unchanged, and yet inside she was frozen in fear. Had they--had they somehow figured out something about Clark? That he wasn’t human? That—had they seen him do something?
The blonde was ever fearful of Clark’s protection, and she didn’t exactly know how the brothers would react to the fact that her best friend was an alien. For them if it wasn’t human it was evil and thus huntable, and she would never place Clark in that danger.
Plus, it was Clark secret to tell not hers.
“Well,” Chloe pretended to think about it. “There was that time I caught him and Pete—our other friend—in only boxers together and never really got a good explanation as to why they were half naked in the barn.” She then grinned saucily, trying to distract them from Clark and knowing just how to do it—at least for Dean. “Then again we were teenagers at the time, and it’s not like I didn’t do some experimenting as well.”
Sam choked on his saliva.
Dean’s face suddenly lit up. “Oh gorgeous, with every day that passes I like you more and more.”
Chloe smiled naughtily, glad to encourage this conversation and lead it away from Clark--even if inside she was dying of embarrassment. “Well, I always liked kissable lips and silky hair long enough to sink my hands into.” She let her green eyes shift from brother to brother. “Probably why you two and I get along so well.”
Sam cleared his throat, looking away rapidly but not before Chloe saw the beginnings of a blush.
Dean shifted suspiciously, placing his father’s journal on his lap in a move that surprised the woman senseless.
She’d been half-serious with her comment, and the fact that she’d managed to affect them both did a helluva job for her self-esteem.
The blonde grinned at them, deciding to take compassion upon the boys and change the subject. “So, fellas, what did you two do today?”
Dean continued to shift in his seat.
Sam cleared his throat once more, ran his fingers through his hair, and turned back to her. “Well, after dropping you off Dean and I went to check out the asylum.”
She nodded for him to continue.
“Dad’s journal said that in 1972 a couple of kids broke into the South Wing and only one survived.” Sam continued. “The way he told it was that one of his friends went mad and starting killing the others.”
“So whatever’s going on,” Dean finally spoke up. “The South Wing is in the heart of it.”
Chloe frowned. “But if kids are always breaking into the asylum why haven’t there been more deaths?”
Sam suddenly grinned. “I wondered the same thing, until I realized that the doors to the South Wing were usually chained. It’d probably been chained up for years, but we found them freshly cut.”
“So they chained up the South Wing to keep people out.” Chloe went to the bed and collapsed on in.
“Or to keep something in.” Dean countered.
She looked up at that. “That’s a spooky thought.”
“So you guys went and checked out the South Wing?” Chloe asked, turning around so that she was lying on her belly looking at them.
“Course.” Dean snorted as if it was a silly question. “We got nothing on the EMF, but that didn’t mean that nothing was there, some spirits can only appear at certain hours.”
“Yeah, I heard about that.” Chloe nodded, intrigued as always when she listened to the boys talking about hunts.
“And despite all of his ‘Haley Joel’ vibe thingies, Sam sensed nothing.” Dean picked up his father’s journal and looked through it again before pausing and putting it down, turning to look at Chloe in interest. “Hey gorgeous? Who do you think’s the hotter psychic? Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt or Sam?”
Sam looked around him as if searching for something to throw at his brother.
“Oh, it’s a definite tie between Jennifer Love Hewitt and Sam.” Chloe followed along with the game. “She’s got the gorgeous face and Sam’s got that lean, muscular body that would drive any woman insane.”
Sam froze in his search for something to hit his brother with, face red, eyes wide.
Dean cleared his throat and leaned back in his seat. “Yeah, well, it runs in the family gorgeous.”
She grinned naughtier, wondering what had gotten into her that evening. “Oh, I know, I’ve seen you both with only towels on, so believe me, I know.”
There was a tense silence in the room as no one knew exactly what to say to that.
Amused by their sudden shyness, Chloe once more took compassion on them. “So you guys entered the South Wing and what? What happened?”
“Well, uh,” Sam scratched the back of his head, face still flushed. “We found where the patients used to be treated.”
“I read up about that on the internet last night.” Chloe interrupted, making a face. “They did horrible things to those poor people like intense electroshock therapies and lobotomies.” She paused. “So what do you guys think you’re up against? Ghosts possessing peoples?”
“That’s what we thought at first.” Dean granted, leaning forwards in the seat. “But then we decided that it seemed more like Amityville or the Smurl haunting.”
“Spirits driving people insane.” Sam explained.
“We also found out the name of the doctor who used to work there at the asylum, a Dr. Sanford Ellicott.” Dean continued as if Sam hadn’t ever spoken. “And guess what his descendant is? A shrink.” He chuckled at what he obviously felt was amusing. “So to get some more information on the asylum and figure out if anything happened in the South Wing Sammy got a last-minute appointment with the good doc.”
“Why didn’t you go see the shrink?” Chloe wanted to know.
Dean made a face as if the answer should be obvious.
Sam rolled his eyes and sighed. “Dr. Elicott actually had a lot of information on what happened in the South Wing.”
“Well, he should.” Dean mumbled. “You were in there for hours. I can’t believe it took you that long to talk to the guy about the prison.”
The guilty look that flashed through Sam’s eyes amused Chloe because obviously the prison hadn’t been the only thing Sam had talked about. He’d probably talked about the stress he’d been having with Dean lately. Of course, the brunette brother would have glossed over a couple of important issues during his talk with the doc, but Chloe was glad that the guy had gotten everything off his chest.
“Well,” Sam made a weird sound in the back of his throat, not looking in Dean’s direction. “I found out that the South Wing was where they housed the real hard cases like the psychotics and the criminally insane.”
“And one night in ’64 they rioted.” Dean cut in. “They attacked the staff, attacked each other—they basically took over the asylum. Some patients and staff were killed, and according to Sammy it was real gory, some of the bodies were never even recovered—including the chief of staff, Dr. Ellicott.”
Chloe made a face. “What do you mean never recovered?”
“Oh, this is the best part.” Dean murmured with sarcasm. “The cops searched every inch of the place but the patients must have stuffed the bodies somewhere hidden.”
“Oh god, I’m gonna be sick.” She whispered, sitting up in the bed and hugging a pillow to her stomach.
“Well, the only thing good that came out of everything is that they transferred all the surviving patients out of there and shut down the hospital.” Sam announced.
“So to sum everything up,” Dean spoke. “We got a bunch of violent deaths and a bunch of unrecovered bodies.”
“A bunch of angry spirits.” Sam corrected.
“Good times.” Dean got up. “So tonight we’re gonna check out the asylum.”
“Okay.” Chloe nodded, used to them going out on their hunts and leaving her in the motel room.
The brothers exchanged glances before Sam finally spoke. “We are going to check the asylum tonight—we—as in the three of us.”
The blonde’s eyes widened in shock. “You want me to come along with you two on a hunt?” She got up from bed and narrowed her eyes at them. “Okay, who are you two and what have you done to Sam and Dean? Are you possessed? Christo!”
All that got her were amused looks from the brothers.
“I—I don’t get it.” Chloe collapsed back on her bed. “You guys have never wanted to go with you on a hunt before. What changed?”
Dean frowned. “Well, your friend made a good point today when he said that you’re not safe when we leave you behind to hunt. So Sammy and I have decided that we’re going to teach you.”
“To hunt?” She whispered, eyes wide. “Really?”
Sam nodded. “You ready for a quick lesson before we go in tonight?”
Chloe suddenly grinned brightly. “Of course!”
After going over her first lesson, Chloe was certain of a couple of facts. One was that there were bodies to be found in that asylum that were in desperate need of salting and burning--that that was the only way to ‘kill’—or at least stop—a ghost.
She also realized why her job was to use the video camera while the brothers did the true hunting—to pick up on whether there was any orb activity.
‘Orbs’ were energy anomalies recorded at some haunted sights and were only visible through infrared monitors. Orbs could be recorded on photographic film but were not visible to the naked eye. When they appeared, they showed up in round or sometimes rectangular shapes.
Also, some spirits that were invisible to the naked eye were visible through the lens of a camera…something Chloe couldn’t help but find extremely creepy.
Very extremely INCREDIBLY creepy.
She’d already known about why the brothers used rocksalt guns when hunting. It was a defense against ghosts and other supernatural spirits because while the fired salt alone wouldn’t destroy a spirit it acted like a deterrent, forcing the spirit to dissipate briefly and thus hopefully giving them the time they needed to find, salt and burn the remains.
So with the basic information, Chloe found herself holding the video camera and entering the South Wing with the brothers under the cloak of darkness.
Sam had a gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other.
Dean turned on his EMF reader and they watched as it silently lit up, signaling the presence of spirit life.
The three of them shared glances.
“Now remember gorgeous,” Dean announced as they continued making their way into the South Wing. “Stay right by Sam and I, don’t ever get separated, and the moment you see something you tell us.”
“Sure, no problem.” She nodded, eyes on the screen of the video camera.
“How are the EMF readings?” Sam asked Dean a couple of minutes later.
“Loud and proud.”
“Guys?” Chloe spoke from where she stood between them. “This place is orbing like crazy.”
The brothers stopped and looked over her shoulder at the screen, noticing the multiple, distinct orbs all around them.
“Probably multiple spirits out and about.” Dean decided, looking back down at his fully-lit EMF reader.
“And if any of these belong to those unrecovered bodies and are causing the haunting…” Sam let the sentence drop.
And Dean picked it right back up. “We got to find those bodies and burn them.” He frowned, sending a look in Chloe’s direction. “We got to be careful though. If there’s something that makes me more nervous than a pissed off spirit it’s the pissed off spirit of a psycho killer.”
Sam smiled down at her in understanding. “You’re gonna be fine.”
“Course she is.” Dean announced. “Not gonna let anything happen to gorgeous—she hasn’t given me any details about this experimenting she was talking about earlier.”
“Pervert.” Chloe slapped Dean shoulder, causing him to chuckle and Sam to roll his eyes.
And yet it’d worked as planned and Chloe calmed down, following the brothers silently as she continued to look through the camera screen.
They continued walking, the boy a step or so ahead of her, until Chloe felt an unnatural chill run down her spine and she turned, looking back behind where they’d come from. The chill was gone, and there was nothing there, and yet Chloe was sure she’d felt something.
“Chlo?” Sam called as he and Dean stopped walking. “Did you see something?”
Had she? “N-no.” She shook her head and hurried to catch up with them. “I thought I felt something cold, but when I turned there was nothing there.”
“Cold spots indicate spirit activity.” Dean explained. “It’s normal.”
She nodded, feeling silly, continuing the rest of the patrol in silence until they found their way to the room where the patients used to get ‘treated’.
The blonde forced the bile back down her throat as she was assailed by a sick sensation from the room. She felt slight pain, fear, could have sworn she heard screaming and pleas for someone to stop, for mercy, but the glances she gave the brothers—who’d spread out to check the room better—proved that they hadn’t heard a thing.
It’s just your nerves and your overactive imagination playing tricks on you. She chided herself, continuing to slowly film the room in different sections, seeing orbs but not much else. All had gone quite. See? All in the mind. Nothing but orbs here.
The camera lens continued to pick up the orbs, and Dean’s butt as he bent down to check something on the ground.
The blonde grinned cheekily as she continued to film his fine posterior. Can’t blame a girl for taking an opportunity given her.
Sensing a sudden chill again, Chloe froze. It’s all in your imagination, and even if it isn’t--it’s normal! That cold grew chillier, and she finally turned in the direction, screaming as she saw an old woman with the side of her face ripped out reaching for Sam--who had his back to her and was shinning his light at something in a distant corner.
“Sammy! Behind you!”
Sam turned around at her scream and his eyes widened as he saw the disfigured ghost standing in front of him, reaching out for him.
“Sammy get down!” Dean ordered, aiming his gun.
Sam did as ordered and the sound of a gunshot echoed throughout the room as the ghost shrieked and dissipated immediately, leaving them alone in the room.
Chloe hurried to Sam as Dean looked around for any other attackers. “Are you okay? Did she hurt you?”
“N-no.” Sam let Chloe help him to his feet, looking puzzled. “That was weird.”
“Yeah, you’re telling me.” Chloe snorted, resorting to snark otherwise she’d cry from the shock of what she’d just witnessed.
“Well, the bitch is gone for now.” Dean came towards them and placed a hand on Chloe’s shoulder. “Good job.”
She smiled shakily at him.
“Dean, that was weird.” Sam repeated as they began to head through that room to the next.
“You already said that lil bro.” Dean announced, sawed off at the ready. “Shock getting to you or something?”
“No, Dean, I mean it was weird that she didn’t attack me.” Sam announced, holding his own weapon tighter as they left the treatment room and journeyed further into the heart of the South Wing.
“Didn’t look that way from where I was standing.” Dean announced, keeping his eyes on the darkness around them as they passed open rooms.
Chloe whimpered slightly at the sudden image she got of something reaching out from the darkness of the room and pulling her inside with it. I should NEVER watch horror movies! They stay in my mind forever! Keeping between the brothers, eyes on the screen constantly, Chloe kept vigilant.
“She didn’t hurt me.” Sam was continuing to argue with Dean over her head. “She didn’t even try. So if she didn’t want to hurt me, what did she want?”
Just as they were crossing another open door, a sound creaked from inside, causing them to turn and look within at the same time.
Sam, who stood closer to the door, place a hand protectively in front of Chloe as he shone a light inside at the darkness of what had obviously been a patient’s room. A little moonlight came in through the heavily barred windows, showing a dank room that smelt of pee and whose bed was overturned.
The sound was coming from behind the bed.
Chloe gulped again.
“Stay here.” Dean whispered to Chloe as he and Sam entered the room, one shining the flashlight and the other aiming the gun, ready to shoot when the ghost showed itself, both inching soundlessly towards the upturned bed.
When Dean nodded silently to Sam, the taller brother pulled away the bed and suddenly the sound of a female screaming caused Chloe to rush inside of the room, stopping in her tracks when she saw a terrified blonde teenaged girl huddled in the corner.
The boys froze, still aiming the light and gun at her.
“Will you two idiots stop aiming at her?” Chloe asked as she pushed in front of them, looking at the terrified girl who’d obviously been crying and hiding. Chloe bent on her knees in front of her and smiled. “You don’t have to be frightened anymore. We’re not going to hurt you. We’re here to help.”
The girl’s eyes went frantically to the Winchesters before returning to her.
“Don’t mind them, they thought you were a ghost.” Chloe outstretched her hand and smiled when the girl placed her shaking one in it, helping her stand up. “Are you okay?”
The girl nodded rapidly, body shaking, breath coming out quick and jagged from fear.
“What’s your name?” Dean asked, concerned.
“K-Kathrine.” The girl stammered, she could be no older than sixteen. “Kat.”
“Nice to meet you Kat.” Chloe smiled. “I’m Chloe, and these are Sam and Dean Winchester.”
“What are you doing here?” Sam asked in confusion.
Kat’s eyes widened as if she suddenly remembered something. “My boyfriend Gavin--.”
“Is he here?” Dean interrupted.
She nodded, looking around her, clearly upset and terrified. “Somewhere.” She closed her eyes and her voice wavered as she tried to keep back tears. “He thought it would be fun to come here and try see some ghosts. I thought it was all—you know—pretend.”
The brothers shared a look.
Kat pulled her coat tighter around her as if it could protect her. “I’ve seen things,” she whispered. “I heard Gavin scream.”
Chloe’s heart stopped. Oh no. It got the boy.
“Alright Kat.” Dean was spurred into action at this news. “Sam’s gonna get you out of here and we’re gonna find your boyfriend.”
“No.” The young girl shook her head, dodging his attempt to grab her arm. “I’m not going to leave without Gavin! I’m coming with you.”
And suddenly Chloe admired the girl. It was obvious that she was terrified, and yet she loved this boy enough to face her fears and search for him.
“This is no joke Kat.” Dean frowned. “It’s dangerous--.”
“Let her stay.” Chloe ignored the looks the boys were giving her, and kept her eyes on a grateful Kat. “She’s gonna creep back in the moment Sam walks her out of the front door and come look for her boyfriend anyway. At least this way we know that she’s safe.”
Dean made an annoyed sound.
“She’s right, Dean.” Sam didn’t seem at all pleased with the situation either, but he was at least listening to reason.
For that Chloe was grateful.
Dean sighed, clearly realizing that he wasn’t going to get his way in this. “Okay then, we’ll just have to split up then. Kat will go with Sam one way and Chloe and I will go the other.”
The four nodded, and after deciding on a time and place to meet up later, they split up and went their way.