Title: See No Evil
Sequel to: Hallowed Ground
Characters: Lois Lane, Dean Winchesters, Chloe Sullivan, Pete Ross, Adam Knight, Wade Mahaney, Jacob Goodnight, and more
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural/See No Evil
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: A year has passed since Hope. Lois just wanted to keep an eye on her supposedly healing little cousin. Dean just wanted to check up on the two girls he hasn't been able to put out of his mind. No one really knows what Chloe's really after. But when they're trapped in the decayed Luthor Castle with a murderous lunatic things like that don't really matter.
Lois still couldn't believe that Dean was coming with them on this trip. Even despite the fact that she was sitting next to him in the bus while Chloe sat further in front with Pete. She would have sent Dean a sideways look just to convince herself that this wasn't an illusion, but the sandy-haired blonde was extremely sharp and always seemed to know each and every time she sent a supposedly discreet look in his direction.
Maybe it was the fact that they'd saved each other, maybe it was the fact that she knew she could trust him with Chloe, maybe it was the fact that he was a manly man with supernatural knowledge and a cool Impala that had a false bottom filled with weapons.
Maybe it was just that he was incredibly hot.
The brunette didn't know what exactly it was about Dean Winchester that made her hot and bothered and a little self-conscious.
Last time she'd been too busy trying to protect Chloe and not die to really dwell on her attraction, but now she was going to be in closed quarters with Dean for three days...and that really made her think. She knew he wasn't the fathering type, knew she could never expect him to stay, but that didn't mean that she couldn't have some well-deserved fun with him while he was here.
And unless her attraction radar was completely fried from sexual frustration, Dean wouldn't be unwilling.
Hell, maybe if she finally got that out of her system she could really give Adam a chance.
The Luthor Manor (which was actually a castle) finally came into view in the distance, looming and looking the perfect picture of a haunted house in a horror movie. A couple of the people in the room made groans, others whooped, and Chloe and Pete just exchanged looks and whispers. They were obviously planning something, although Lois couldn't figure out what. Chloe had said that she'd wanted Pete to be her photographer, but considering that their phones were even being taken away from them since Luthor didn't want any photos being leaked-the brunette wondered how her little cousin was going to pull this off.
She also wondered why Wade and his crew had to be here as well. From the look on Chloe's face when she'd seen them at the bus stop the blonde had obviously not known that the crew were going to be on this trip, and she wasn't pleased either. Lois wanted to think that she was being hard on them and being judgmental considering that people sometimes judged tattooed men for no good reason…but she just didn't like or trust Wade, Scott or Derek. The fact that Adam didn't either was just a confirmation that these guys were bad news and not the sort of people that one wanted to be locked in an isolated place with.
Also, there was just something odd between Wade and Chloe that made the brunette extremely uncomfortable given the fact that Wade and his boys were around Dean's age. When Lois had brought up the topic once in the past Chloe had said it was nothing, that Wade was just trying to make everyone uncomfortable since he was an utter asshole…but Lois could feel that that wasn't the whole truth, the whole story.
The brunette sent a little gaze over her shoulder to the back of the bus to where Wade, Scott and Derek sat, conversing amongst themselves, seeming far too pleased for her liking. Scott caught her glancing and winked, sticking his tongue out and appearing to lap at the air…just….ewww. He needed to stop doing that every single time she saw him! It was an utter turnoff and very off-putting to say the least.
Someone threw a crushed up ball of paper to the back of Chloe's head, Lois frowning and following the trajectory of that ball, wondering why she wasn't surprised to see that it'd been thrown by Jenna Barnum, another student in Smallville High whom Lois had the sneaking suspicion was bullying (or attempting to bully) her cousin. Chloe, for her part, only raised an eyebrow at the other girl before returning her attention to Pete.
Jenna giggled and turned to her boyfriend Sean, as if seeking his approval.
Sean didn't seem to have even noticed her actions, leaning forwards around the seats to talk to the boy sitting there,Trevor Chapell, his best friend and according to Chloe the only footballer who wasn't resentful against her for the articles she wrote about the team when they "sucked".
Trevor nodded in agreement with the stockier sandy-blonde haired boy before his eyes narrowed as he noticed another projectile paper ball soaring through the air towards the back of Chloe's head. With fast reflexes he reached out and caught the paper ball in his palm, turning to give Jenna a glare before shoving it into her boyfriend's hand. "Can't you control your girlfriend for a minute? Jesus, she's annoying." He then turned around and leaned hard against the seat.
Chloe'd turned around and sent Trevor a little smile.
Trevor gave a little salute.
The blonde smiled a little brighter, shaking her head before returning to attention towards a smirking Pete, who nudged her with his shoulder.
Lois' eyebrow raised in interest, wondering if there was a reason why Chloe was so happy to get over Clark.
The bus drew to a stop in front of the castle (Lois refused to call it a "manor" when it was so obviously a castle) and it was only now that the brunette realized that a man was waiting for them outside of the place with a tidy-looking old woman.
"Everyone, please grab your things and descend from the bus in an orderly fashion." James Beels, a worker of LuthorCorp (and also one of their 'chaperones'), announced as he killed the engine.
Chloe and Pete were off the bus before them, but as Lois and Dean made it off of the bus they found the two kids waiting on them, shouldering their bags as they gazed at the man and woman coming towards them.
"Hello, I'm Sam Phelan, this is Margaret, the caretaker of Luthor Manor." The man announced.
Chloe frowned as she gazed at him, leaning into Pete to whisper: "Where have I seen this guy before?"
Pete shrugged without taking his gaze off of Phelan.
"You all already met Mr. Beels," Phelan declared as he motioned to the man who'd driven the bus here. "We're appointed by Mr. Luthor to be the overseers of this task, and to make sure that you are all safe."
"Safe." Trevor frowned, folding his arms over his chest. "Something you not telling us about the place, sir?"
"Safe from yourselves." Phelan explained, folding his arms behind his back. "This is a isolated place which has been abandoned for many years and has garnered many different stories about it. You'll be locked in for three days, without any communication with the outside world, and sometimes the electricity might go…some people aren't able to handle that sort of pressure."
"So basically you're here to keep an eye on us and make sure no one gets cabin fever and goes axe-happy." Pete declared, fixing the strap of his backpack higher on his shoulder.
"I doubt it would get to those extremes." Phelan snorted at the very thought. "This is all just healthy precaution. Mr. Luthor wouldn't like it if someone got hurt on his property."
"Course he wouldn't." Chloe snorted, folding her arms over her chest. "We could sue him if we did."
Phelan ignored her, turning to the woman next to him. "If you have any questions before we begin, Margaret can answer them for you."
"I have a question." Jenna raised her hand from where she was leaning into Sean. "There's all these stories about the place being haunted. How true is that?"
"What are you, a baby?" Scott snorted in derision from the back of the group, but was generally ignored.
"I think every house has an imprint of the people who've lived there before, and many generations of Luthors have lived within this house." Margaret replied with a small smile to the girl. "Each stone was disassembled from Scotland, brought over here when Mr. Luthor's ancestors moved to the states, and reassembled here. So this house has seen so much…I think its understandable that so many stories have arisen about it. But, sadly, I must say that if you're here to find a ghost the only haunted thing you'll encounter are the water pipes…they can make an eerie sound when they act up."
"Don't worry babe, I'll protect you." Sean declared, hugging her closer.
Jenna rolled her eyes, yet smiled nonetheless.
"You've already given your mobiles to Mr. Phelan, so we're ready I suppose. Let's all go inside." Margaret announced with her placid smile, turning and leading them towards the open doors. "You'll have your own separate rooms, which have already been cleaned out, and you can go set your bags in your rooms before getting to work."
Dean didn't know why the hell he was there.
He'd kept his home-made EMF reader on his belt, turned on, and it hadn't lit up once. In fact, he'd been working scrubbing some disgustingbathrooms (thank god for the packs of heavy-duty gloves that Chloe had thought to buy for them) for hours, and nothing had seemed out of the ordinary. There weren't any fluctuations in the electricity, no cold spots, no whispers, no nothing. He'd taken pictures on his digital camera and couldn't even find orbs.
Of course, there was the fact that some hauntings happened during certain hours in certain places at certain times of the year…but so far this was really shaping up to be slave-work. That's all.
The door to the bathroom opened behind him and Dean looked up to see Lois in the doorway, wearing her own set of gloves, hair messy, and eyes twinkling in amusement.
"Now what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" Dean offered his most charming smile despite the fact that he was on his knees scrubbing the disgusting, grime-covered floor.
"Taking pity on you." Lois replied with a snort as she reached behind her for her own bucket of soapy, disinfectant-filled water, bringing it inside as she knelt down next to him. "It's ridiculous how big these bathrooms are. My room at the last base my father served in wasn't even this size."
Dean had to nod his agreement, this bathroom easily larger than any of the shitty motel rooms he'd grown up in. "This Luthor guy's obviously a douche. No one needs a john this big."
Lois nodded as she began to scrub. "I want to thank you, again. There probably isn't anything supernatural about this place and you've probably just signed yourself out for indentured labor-but thank you." She stopped scrubbing and looked up at him. "It means a lot."
This was quickly becoming a chick flick moment and Dean just didn't know how to handle those, so he sent her an awkward smile and did his best to change the topic, immediately. "You know, my first thought while driving into Smallville was how fucked up it was that you'd escaped from a psychotic town surrounded by cornfields…to another town which you'd told me was filled with psychos…and was also surrounded by cornfields."
She snorted in dark amusement. "It must be the corn."
"It must be." Dean chuckled his agreement, returning his attention to the scrubbing.
A squeal in the next room caused them to pause, both hesitant, weary, before another squeal morphed into a purr.
"Oh you've got to be joking." Lois made a face in disgust. "These rooms are terrible! What in god's name would make those two horny beasts want to get at it?"
Dean snickered as the sound of thumping against the wall could be heard. "This brings back so many childhood memories…"
"You poor, poor soul." Lois shook her head before returning her attention to the scrubbing, obviously trying to ignore the sounds of groaning and thudding going on in the other room. "I was talking to Margaret, and she says that this used to be quite the party place back in the day. She said that despite Smallville being a hick town the Luthors would bring their high class friends here for lavish events that would last for days."
"Hard to imagine this place as anything other than the shithole it is now." Dean admitted, giving the bathroom a pointed look.
"Seeing it now I get your point, but if Margaret can be believed this place was incredible." Lois replied, rubbing her arm over her forehead before returning to her work. "Maybe if the fire hadn't happened it wouldn't have been so abandoned and in such a bad state right now and we'd never be able to see the inside of it. I don't know. But I have to admit I'm curious. There's rumors that this place is like in the movies, you know? With secret passageways and stuff like that? Makes you wonder."
Dean frowned at that.
Now there was a thought.
"The highest floor was supposedly the Luthor patriarch's place, but we've been banned since the structural damage there from the fire makes it unsafe." Lois frowned. "Apparently a couple of the guys who've been contracted to remodel the whole upstairs were injured, and that was why it's been cordoned off."
"Do you know what started the fire?" Dean asked curiously.
Lois shrugged. "I asked Margaret that, but she said that the cause was never determined. All they knew was that it started on the top floor and that a lot of important people of the time were killed in it."
"You'd think that an event that killed so many important people would have been investigated more thoroughly." Dean's eyes narrowed.
"I thought that it seemed somewhat swept under the rug." The brunette admitted, putting more shoulder into her scrubbing. "I'm actually wondering if that mightn't be the real reason why Chloe was so intent on doing this."
"You mean other than the unholy paycheck?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
"She's working an angle on this and keeping me in the dark because she knows I'm not going to approve and will go all mama-bear on her." Lois nodded, very firm in this belief. "While it hurts me a little that she won't tell me everything anymore, I guess it's what mothers go through when their daughters start growing up, right? I mean, before I was more of a confidant and partner in crime but now I've had to start putting down the law…and I guess that changes our positions in this relationship and makes me an authoritative figure."
Dean could see the sadness in Lois' eyes, and it called to a part of him he didn't want accessed. "I don't know the girl as well as you do, but I doubt she'd bring you here if she thought you would be in danger."
Lois' smile returned and she nodded. "Oh, I know that! I just wish she'd let me in on exactly what she's got up her sleeve."
"This place is seriously creepy." Pete grumbled as he chiseled at the peeling wallpaper on the wall that they were currently working on. "I don't know if its a good idea to be wondering around this place at night. It's like a labyrinth." His voice lowered. "What if we get lost?"
"Pete, we won't get lost." Chloe assured him, gaze going to where Scott and Derek were talking and smoking, definitely not doing the work they were going to get paid to do. "And if we do we can just say we went out to make out and got lost. No one will suspect the truth."
"Your cousin will, for one." Pete countered, pointing his chisel at her. "She knows there's nothing attraction-wise between us."
"She's not stupid, she knows I'm up to something. She'll cover for us." Chloe felt a little insulted that Pete hadn't realized this by now. "Tonight, after lights out, we'll go and check things out, just a quick recon. We'll be back in bed before anyone even realizes we're gone."
"I don't know why I always let you talk me into these sort of situations." And yet Pete was grinning as he shook his head, returning his attention to the peeled wallpaper. "I always end up getting in trouble because of you."
"'Always' is a little bit of an exaggeration, don't you think?" Chloe snorted, returning to her work as well.
Pete sent her a look. "No. It really isn't."