Title: Hallowed Ground
Characters: Lois Lane, Dean Winchester, Chloe Sullivan, Sarah Austen, Preacher Hathaway, and others.
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural...and Hallowed Ground
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Lois just wanted to help her traumatized younger cousin forget about the attack that'd left her scarred, both mentally and physically. Dean just wanted to get away for a while and wrap his head around his little brother choosing a normal life and Stanford over their family. Neither of them expected what they were getting into when they arrived in Hope.
A/N: I felt the need to write a Smallville/Supernatural crossing and since I couldn't get inspiration for my others...I wrote this one instead. Forgive me. ( '.')
A/N2: The age of the characters in this story are: Lois Lane - 18, Chloe Sullivan - 14, and Dean Winchester - 22
"I'm not too sure about this, she seems flighty." Lois tapped her fingers against the steering wheel as they trailed behind Sarah and Dean's cars. "She just invited these strangers to some remote place where murders allegedly took place and-how do we know this isn't some sort of a trap? Her and this Dean fellow could be in on it together. You know, like a murdering Bonnie and Clyde." She tightened her grip on the steering wheel. "I say we let some distance get between us and then we high tail it out of here and to somewhere where I'm not afraid someone's gonna jump out of the bushes and..."
Chloe gazed out of the window. "If I wasn't here you would be jumping at this opportunity."
"That's not true." Lois countered.
"Uncle Sam calls dad to vent, remember that. I know all about the dangerous stuff you've done without a second's thought." She leaned her forehead against the glass. "It's because of what happened to me that you're not enjoying yourself and taking risks like you always do."
"Maybe I've matured. I am eighteen you know." Lois defended herself with a pout.
"Maybe I should just go home." Chloe commented softly. "I'm ruining your trip and it's not like I'm getting any better." She pressed her hand against the glass. "Maybe I should be locked up in some psych ward fully medicated."
"Don't you dare say that!" Lois hissed, banging the heel of her palm into the steering wheel. "Don't you ever fucking say that again you hear me?"
Chloe jumped at the venom in Lois' voice, turning to look at her eyes wide, before nodding.
"Good." Lois announced as they drove passed a scarecrow and into a road between two huge fields of corn on either side.
They drove in silence for the next twenty minutes, nothing but unending, towering cornfields on either side.
The brunette's conscious killed her for having screamed at the kid, but she refused to let the blonde think that way. That was defeatist way of thinking and Lois wasn't about to let her cousin give up. Not when her life was just beginning.
It killed Lois to see Chloe this way. The blonde was usually tough and vivacious and with a cunning smile on her lips. She was always the first to lead out in a prank or adventure.
Lois remembered crying when she was a kid and her mother had died and her little sister Lucy shipped off to Europe to some fancy boarding school. She remembered feeling alone, feeling resentful for having to stay with her father, who was married to his job and had a family in his soldiers. Not her. She felt ignored and unneeded. She'd felt like an orphan, especially when Lucy's letters and calls started growing less and less frequent, her sister growing used to her new life and preferring it and her friends over home and her family. Over her sister.
It was Chloe who'd helped Lois at that time. She'd been there. She'd called. She'd written. She'd visited...and asked the General for permission for Lois to come and visit her.
The blonde had made Lois' days fun and interesting, and that first night she'd snuck into the bed when she'd heard Lois sniffling. She'd curled her fingers through Lois' and whispered how she'd always wished she'd had a sister.
And from that night on she'd had one.
Lois was closer to Chloe than her own sister, felt a more sisterly, protective connection to her than to the girl in Europe who she only got birthday and christmas cards from...or to the father who knew his soldiers better than he knew her.
Chloe was her family.
Her only family.
And that was why she wasn't ever going to stop fighting to get her back.
"I'm sorry." Lois finally sighed, unable to keep silent anymore. "I shouldn't have snapped at you."
"No, I needed that." Chloe snorted, shaking her head. "It's been driving me crazy-the way everyone's been walking on eggshells around me since...this." She placed her hand over her heart. "I know I should be dead right now, but I don't know...I can't explain it...a part of me did die and I need to remember sometimes that I'm not fully dead." She pursed her lips. "Apparently, shouting and cursing at me works."
Lois felt her lips twitched. "I did curse at you, didn't I?"
"Yeah, you're a real potty mouth you know that? Saying such words to one as innocent as me." Chloe was teasing her...she was honest to god teasing her.
Lois' smile grew. "You know, if I'd known that this would be what it took to get you to tease me, I'd have cursed you out ages ago."
Chloe chuckled before her eyes went wide and she sat up straighter. "Oh wow, that's creepy."
Lois returned her gaze to the road to see that they were approaching a two story, wooden house in great need of repair. It was obviously abandoned, had been for a very long time, and crows were all around it, just adding to the creep-factor of it all.
They drove up and parked next to Sarah and Dean's vehicles, getting out in time to hear Dean muttering something about the place needing to be bulldozed.
"The town can't touch this place, it's a historic landmark." Sarah announced as she took pictures of the house and the crows, excitement in her every movement. "It's the first house ever built in Hope." She gave a little giggle. "This is terrific!"
Lois sent Chloe a look for the blonde to stay close, as she gazed around her at the crows, which seemed to be gathering around them, watching.
Never had Lois liked crows in her life, associating them with all the horror movies she'd been forced to watch with Chloe, but the creatures freaked her out even more right now as they stared at them with their beady little eyes.
"You do realize though, that if the devil really sent the crows, it means he could be watching us now." Chloe muttered, staring up at a crow who seemed to stare right back at her with deep intensity.
"The devil doesn't exist." Lois snapped, having worried about this.
Dean frowned darkly as he gazed at the crows. "Devil or not, these birds are freakin' intense."
"My editor is gonna eat this all up!" Sarah was ignoring them, skipping up the creaky steps to the front door, trying the doorknob.
The door fell open inside of the house.
The sound caused Lois and Chloe to jump, and Dean to face Sarah...but the crows didn't even blink.
"Oh my god! This is gonna be the awesome! I don't need to do any prepping in the house at all! It's spooky all on its own!" Sarah rejoiced from inside, the sound of her camera taking pictures echoing loudly.
The crows were watching them intently, not moving.
"I think we should go inside." Dean announced behind them.
Lois nodded, placing her hand around Chloe's shoulder and ushering her towards the house.
The second they turned their backs on the crows the birds started making a hellish racket which honestly chilled Lois to the bone. She was relieved to have Dean behind them in case the birds decided to go into a murderous frenzy.
And inside the house the feeling wasn't any better.
It was littered with religious paraphernalia and dust. There were pictures of Jesus with a crown of thorns, blood dripping down his face, and an agonized expression. The crosses were everywhere and huge. They were slightly odd, though she couldn't figure out what about the crosses bothered her. She kept an eye on Chloe out of the corner of her eye, making sure her cousin was always in her range of sight as they inspected the house.
"What makes the ground this town has been built on hallowed ground?" Chloe asked, reaching out to pick up a small statue of a young pregnant woman, who was most probably the virgin Mary.
"Huh?" Sarah was busy taking pictures.
"You said this town was built on hallowed ground." Chloe declared, staring at the statue almost as if in a trance. "What made it hallowed?"
Dean sent her a look, frowning slightly. "Well, from what I know, it's hallowed when it's dedicated to a god or a purpose. It's why the land on which a church is upon is usually called hallowed ground."
Lois turned to look at Dean in surprise. He didn't look like the type who would know stuff like that.
"Huh," Chloe put the statue back, wiping her hands against her jeans-clad hips.
Suddenly realizing something, Lois frowned and walked to a window, staring out. "The crows have stopped cawing."
It was eerily silent.
Dean joined her at the window, staring out as well, eyes narrowed. "Where did they go?"
She took this moment to send him a sideways glance, admitting that despite her distrust he was incredibly handsome. He was tall and muscular, yet not too much of either, and had sandy blonde hair with hazel eyes which had a hint more of green than they did of brown. He also seemed alert, his stance reminding her of the soldiers whom her father had trained at the many bases she'd called home during her lifetime. She wondered if Dean had served in the army.
"See something you like?" He asked, lips smirking, gaze still outside.
"I'm trying to figure out your reason for being here." Lois responded truthfully, not trying to hide the fact that she was looking at him anymore since he'd seen through her previous attempt. Then again, with a face like his, he was probably used to being looked at. "Sarah's here for her job, I'm here because my cousin considers the supernatural and weird her life's calling...but you? I don't get why you are here."
"I overheard what Sarah was telling you, it sounded interesting." He shrugged, smile slipping from his lips, gaze still outside...where the multitude of crows had completely disappeared. "Sounded like something I'd enjoy."
"But you're not enjoying it." She pointed out, resisting the urge to point at his tense face for emphasis. "You're wary, worried even. And from the bulge in the back of your jacket and the way you keep looking around I'd say you have a piece on you and are worried you might have to use it...and yet for some reason I highly doubt you're planning on using it on us."
Dean finally tore his gaze from the window and placed it on her, expression grave.
"You know what we should do?" Sarah turned towards them nearly jumping with excitement. "We should find where he's buried!"
"You've got to be joking." Lois frowned as she turned towards her, opening her mouth to tell them that she and Chloe had seen enough and were going to leave...when she realized that while her back had been turned her cousin had disappeared. "Chloe? Chloe! Where are you?"
"She probably just went to check upstairs." Sarah rolled her eyes, returning to taking pictures. "Relax. She's not a little baby you know. Let her live a little."
Lois wanted to smack the woman.
"I'll check outside." Dean surprised her by announcing, stalking out of the house with confident yet hurried strides, obviously not as at ease with the place as Sarah was.
Shaking her head at the blonde, Lois took the stairs and hurried up the steps two at a time. "Chloe?" She went through the rooms, calling for her cousin's name yet not finding her anywhere, hearing Dean calling for Chloe outside and thus proving that he hadn't found her either.
Panic began to set in as she reached the last room and Lois cursed softly as she kicked at the bed. It seemed to be the master bedroom, but unlike the other rooms the window was boarded up with plywood, leaving her no visibility.
"Lois!" Dean yelled from outside. "I think she's in the cornfield!"
"What?" Lois hissed, hurrying out of the room and down the stairs, nearly missing the last step but somehow keeping balanced as she hurried passed Sarah and out the front door, finding Dean staring off to the looming cornfield on their left. "Did you see her?"
"No...but the crows are there." He turned towards her, eyes narrowed. "Something doesn't seem right though, does it? Does your cousin usually run off like this on her own?"
"Yes." Lois growled, starting off into the cornfield, ignoring Dean's call for her to wait for them, that it wasn't safe to split up. "Chloe!" She ignored Dean's yell for Sarah to come out so they could follow, ignored his yell to her that she could get lost. "CHLOE!"
Her traumatized little cousin was somewhere in the cornfield and Lois wasn't going to rest until she'd reached her side.
And then she'd curse every word in the book.
Pushing through the towering corn, Lois followed the sound of the crows, ignoring everything but them, and suddenly she broke through the corn and stumbled upon a large patch of earth in which nothing grew. Everything was dead in it, yellow and eerie.
The crows were on the corn and such, gazing at the circle of dead earth.
And there, in the middle of it, was Chloe.
"You are in so much trouble young lady!" Hating how old she seemed right then, Lois reached her cousin's side and grabbed her arm. "Why did you run off like that? It isn't safe! I was worried!"
Chloe didn't answer her, staring up at something.
Huffing, Lois looked up as well and her eyes widened as she realized that before them was the most gruesome scarecrow she'd ever seen in her entire life. "Oh fuck."
"Do you think it's a person?" Chloe asked softly.
The thought sickened Lois to the core and she took a step backwards, pulling her cousin with her. "They were just stories, Chloe, they aren't real."
"So it won't be a problem if I climb up there and remove the mask then." Chloe muttered, take a step towards the monstrosity.
"No." Lois tightened her grip on her cousin, unable to fully understand why she felt such unease and fear springing up inside of her.
"I have to know, Lois." Chloe jerked her arm out of Lois' grip and took another step towards the scarecrow.
"The devil's not real Chloe! He's not real! He isn't! Stories with him are things superstitious, delusional people use to either force others to behave the way they want them to, or to justify the evil things that they're doing!" Lois snapped, racing in front of her cousin and turning her back on the scarecrow, staring down into Chloe's pale face. Hissing when she realized those green eyes were staring at the scarecrow, she shook those shoulders. "Look at me Chloe! Look at me!" Only when those eyes finally tore away from the scarecrow above her and met her gaze did Lois speak again. "The devil wasn't the cause of what happened to you. He doesn't exist! A sick, evil person hurt you. The devil had nothing to do with it!"
"You can't know that." Chloe's gaze was green fire, tears beginning to appear as she shook her head, face scrunched up. "No one has been able to prove whether God or the devil really exist! No one!"
And it terrified her.
Lois wanted to scream and cry as she saw all the terror in her cousin's body, wanted to hold her tight and take her far away from this place, but she realized that she wouldn't be helping Chloe at all. She needed to prove to her-to show that there was no such thing as the devil.
That she was safe.
"Fine." Lois took in a deep breath as she turned to face the scarecrow, gazing at the cross it was propped up on. "Do you see any sort of ladder anywhere?"
"Ladder?" Chloe whispered behind her.
"Well, I'm not that good of a climber." Lois turned towards her cousin and gave her a small smile.
Chloe eyed her silently before smiling softly, wiping at the tears in her eyes as she nodded, looking around her. "There's got to be one around here somewhere, they would need it close so they could tend to the scarecrow."
"Find it, but call me when you do, and don't go too far. I don't want you getting lost in the corn."
"Yes mom!" Chloe snickered, in a much better mood as she began her search.
Lois turned her attention towards the scarecrow, hands on her hips as she took in a very deep breath. "Okay sucker, you're going to be my first victim."
This was going to be the start of her new mission in life.
She was gonna tear the masks off of each of the demons which haunted the recesses of her cousin's mind and show them as the harmless things they were.
Maybe that would give the blonde back some sense of peace.
The cornstalks around them rustled loudly and then Dean and Sarah appeared, one worried, and the other excited, already taking pictures.
"Oh my god it's so freaky!" Sarah rejoiced, snapping pictures of the quite intimidating figure on the wooden cross above them.
"That's one fugly motherfucker." Dean narrowed his eyes on the creature before looking around him. "Where's Chloe? You didn't find her?"
It made Lois feel a little comforted to realize that he was genuinely worried. "She's fine."
"She needs a little help." Chloe grunted as she reappeared, dragging a heavy looking wood ladder. "This is heavy!"
Dean jogged towards her before Lois could even react, lifting the ladder from her arms and shouldering its weight with no problem. "What's this for?"
"I'm proving to her that there's no human face under that mask, that there's only stuffing." Lois replied as he came towards her and placed the ladder against the cross.
"Let me get a couple of more pictures first!" Sarah begged, clicking away. "This is going to get me the front page for sure!"
"You okay kiddo?" Dean asked, head turned towards Chloe, expression a little disturbed as he gazed at her.
"Yeah." Chloe nodded, hugging herself, staring up at the scarecrow's mask. "I know rationally that there's only stuffing of some sort behind the mask...but I still need to see it."
Dean's eyes narrowed slightly. "You scared of scarecrows?"
"Never really gave it much thought, actually." She admitted, biting her bottom lip. "But they're slightly like clowns in appearance...and I'm terrified of clowns."
"No way!" He laughed, shaking his head. "My baby brother's scared of clowns too!" His eyes twinkled. "Never could get it. They're supposed to be such happy, fun beings and shit."
Chloe hugged herself tighter, never looking away from the scarecrow. "Never trust someone who you can't see the face of and thus won't be able to identify later on in your hospital bed when the police are asking questions."
The amusement drained out of Dean's eyes and he turned from Chloe to look at Lois, their eyes meeting. His were narrowed and filled with suspicion and a hint of question, seeming to recognize the darkness haunting Chloe's eyes and know somehow that her comments, her actions, weren't just whimsy.
Lois looked away from him, unable to confirm or deny any of the questions his eyes transmitted to her.
Chloe shivered, zipping up even more the purple hoodie she wore, pulling up the hoodie part to cover her head as she gaze up at the thing.
"Okay! I'm done." Sarah grinned, shutting off her camera, having obviously been in her own little world. "You can take the mask off now."
"Let me." Dean mumbled, and Lois nodded, letting him start climbing up the ladder leant up against the scarecrow. He made it way to the top and gazed at the thing, frowning into it's masked face, which seemed to be tilted downwards at the girls. "And behind door number one..." Reaching for the mask, Dean searched the back for the strings which held the mask together. "It's tied together really tight."
The crows were silent once more, watching, once more. A couple of them stretched their black wings out menacingly.
Lois' eyes narrowed on them, taking a little step backwards, gaze going to her cousin immediately.
Chloe didn't seem to notice the crows anymore, her face pale with the hint of green, on hand on her heart and the other going to her mouth, her breathing growing erratic.
"Chloe?" Lois turned towards her.
"I'm feeling sick." Chloe's voice was thick as she clamped her hand over her mouth and turned before racing into the cornfield.
Lois took off after her cousin, the corn seeming to swish in front of her, cutting off her path and making it difficult to follow, but she did. She made it through the endless corn and found Chloe kneeling down in one of the cut-out walkways the farmers would use to navigate through the corn. The girl was crouched over, one hand on her heart, and the other fingers deep in the soil as she heaved out her breakfast there on the ground.
Shaking her head, Lois walked to her cousin and knelt down next to her, rubbing her back.
This was why the blonde was losing so much weight, thanks to these episodes she wasn't keeping anything in.
Cornstalk crunched behind them and then Dean emerged, frowning. "What happened?"
"She's having a panic attack." Lois sent him a sad smile over Chloe's back as she continued to rub it. "Maybe this was too soon."
Suddenly the crows made a horrendous sound as they all took to the heavens, their black wings working furiously as they flew away in time for a scream to echo from the direction the trio had come from.
Dean turned around, reaching into the back of his jeans and pulling out a gun. "Sarah." He turned to Lois and Chloe. "Stay here." And with that he raced away. "Sarah!"
Lois didn't know how to feel about the fact that she'd been right about him carrying a gun-but considering that Sarah was still screaming she figured relief should be the best emotion. "Honey, I need you to get control of yourself. Something's happening."
Chloe nodded, brushing the back of her palm over her mouth as she took in a deep breath and pushed to her feet.
Sarah's screams had stopped, but they'd been replaced by gunshots.
Pushing Chloe behind her, Lois reached down into her boot and pulled out a switchblade she always kept on her, flicking the blade out and holding it in front of her. "When I say so, you run."
"I'm not leaving you!" Chloe snapped behind her, picking up a rock and holding it up.
"Yes! You will!" Lois snapped back.
Suddenly the cornstalks around them began to rustle violently as something hurried towards them.
Lois tightened her grip on her blade, ready for whatever appeared out of the cornstalk...
...or so she'd thought.
The cornstalks were pushed aside and out emerged the scarecrow that'd hung on the cross above them moments before. It was taller than she'd realized, its movements were human though, the black triangular slits in the mask focused on them, on her, as it advanced.
A rock flew in the air and hit it right in its head, driving it back, the scarecrow letting out an inhuman sounding...sound.
Lois felt Chloe's hand slip into hers and then she was jerked backwards, and the brunette turned with the movement, taking off. Hands held tight the cousins raced deeper into the cornfield, knowing that they were running in the opposite direction of the cars, but with the thing already behind them taking chase they knew that the only thing they could do was press forwards and keep as much distance between them and it as possible.
Being the stronger, longer-limbed one, Lois quickly found herself in the lead pulling Chloe behind her. Her mind was in chaos as it tried to digest what was happening. Was this some sort of set up? Were the locals hanging around dressing up as the scarecrow and chasing people as some sort of publicity stunt? Where Sarah and Dean really a part of some murderous group who'd hunt them down before killing them?
There was, of course, another theory, but as they raced away Lois refused to even contemplate it.
The supernatural didn't exist.
She understood the meteor infected and the uncanny abilities they had because it was scientifically probable...in fact she was happy and relieved for it because it was the meteor rock dust surrounding Chloe's heart which had ended up saving her life...but the supernatural?
She refused to even give those superstitions a second thought.
Not even as she ran away from the scarecrow, which seemed to be gaining speed and was too close behind.
And then Chloe's hand slipped from hers as they travelled through another expanse of corn and there was a scream and then she was gone.
"Chloe?" Lois screamed, tumbling to a stop as she looked around her, unable to see her cousin anywhere. "CHLOE!"
The corn rustled and the scarecrow appeared, holding a pitchfork in his hand.
Eyes widening, Lois cursed, staring all around her.
She didn't know what'd happened to Chloe, but she needed to distract the scarecrow and get it as far away from her cousin as possible.
So that's why she ran.