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.
Her room was quite large actually and much cleaner than she'd expected it to be. Sure, they'd said that the place would be cleaned up for them to stay in, and yet she hadn't expected things to look this nice. She was tired from having worked all day, and yet the blonde knew that the grime and dirt would have to remain on her given the fact that Jenna and the others had claimed the only bathroom for themselves. There'd be better luck to bathe after dinner, which Phelan and Beels had gone out to get considering the kitchen in this place was a wreck and useless. So the blonde sat on the edge of the bed, trying not to get it all dirtied, and gazed around her at the place, trying to imagine how it must have looked back in the day before the fire.
"How can you stand it in here? The whole place reeks of humidity and burn."
Bringing a hand to her mouth to silence the scream, Chloe turned to see him leaning on the wall, making up his nose in distaste. "What are you doing here? The place will smell of sulphur!" She got up and rushed to the window, fighting with it, trying to open the thing but it was sealed shut with disuse. "Dean is here in this building, you know that! Why would you-?"
"I doubt Deanie boy will be venturing into your room any time soon. Your cousin's though? A distinct possibility…and I don't like it." Azazel announced with a frown, running a finger over the wood of the closet and making a face. "I also don't like the idea of you staying in this place. It's much too…dirty."
"Look, this is the only way I was able to get access to the house…which was your idea by the way. And anyway, it's actually pretty clean." She continued struggling with the window. "You should see the rest of the house."
"I have, back when it was something to look at." The demon in human flesh made his way next to her and nudged her with his shoulder, easing her out of the way before with one clean movement he opened the window. "I'm a little surprised that this is your room."
"And why is that?" She questioned, waving her hand in the window trying to fan out some of the scent of rotten egg.
"This was Luthor's mistress' room." He explained, folding his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall, eyeing the bed. "Back in the day I had such fun in this room." His lips curled in amusement. "Many of us did."
"Luthor didn't know his mistress was getting in out with multiple others?" Chloe was morbidly curious.
"Oh, he knew. He was quite the voyeur." Azazel smirked deeper. "There's a passage that connects to this room, I can't remember exactly where though…but once his wife was asleep he'd sneak into here and watch whoever Francesca had brought to her rooms. And sometimes he'd join them…all depend on his mood."
She could totally see the demon relieving those times. "If you and Luthor were so close why are there anti-demon sigils all over this place? Also…considering that…how are you able to be here right now?"
"I have my mark on this room…another reason why you're being here is quite interesting." He admitted. "Francesca wanted to make sure I could still visit her…even after I outstayed Luthor's welcome." He puffed out his chest in pride. "My kind are known for their ability to pleasure human women…and men…depending on our sexuality of course."
Chloe took in a deep breath, never stopping fanning out the scent as she got to the reason he was obviously here. "How can you be sure it's still there?"
"How can you be sure?"
The blonde glared at him, annoyed that she had to be lying to everyone she knew and loved, and going behind their back and making them work like slaves (even if well-paid slaves). "You could be more helpful you know. I'm lying to my cousin, one of my best friends, and Dean! I'm also quite sure I'm going to end up getting lost up there in that labyrinth-."
"Don't be ridiculous-."
"-and be attacked by rats because you know this place is infested with them!" She continued on as if he hadn't said anything. "So the least you could do for me would be to have complete assurance that it's there!"
"You need to remember that you work for me." Azazel's voice went low, his eyes flashing gold, and air of danger and threat pulsating from him like black waves. "I demand respect. I could always go back on our agreement and our dear Dean will die instantaneously of the wounds he should have died from in Hope."
She went cold, not even having noticed that she'd been backing up until her back hit the wall.
Azazel sighed, all intimidation and threat evaporating immediately as he eyed her, shaking his head. "I don't like unease between us. But you test me. And you're disrespectful."
The blonde eyed him in silence before nodding. "You're right. I was being disrespectful. I'm sorry."
He shook his head. "Don't know if I like you submissive either."
Her temper flared once more as she glared at him. "There's no pleasing you, is there?"
He smirked. "Middleground. Yes. I like that."
Rolling her eyes, Chloe folded her arms over her chest, never quite sure what she thought about her temporary boss. "So I find this thing, hand it over to you, and then deal with Lex Luthor when his father sends him over to investigate…and then that's it? Our contract is terminated and Dean keeps his life? Am I right to assume this?"
"Those are the terms." He agreed. "Get it for me, to me, and…follow through with your last mission once Lex arrives…and you will have finished the last requirement of your contract."
"Good." She nodded, before pausing. "What if it's not here?"
"It's here." Azazel replied patiently this time. "The fact that the seals are still present are a testament to it. It. Is. Here."
"Okay." She realized he was making sense. "You're right. They wouldn't have anti-demon seals in this building if something wasn't here."
"My point exactly." He smiled. "It's an easy job. Find it. Bring it out to me. And our deal is almost done."
"No harm no foul." She whispered.
A knock sounded on the door. "Dinner's here!" Lois opened the door and stuck her head inside, smiling. "Come on, let's go." She made up her nose. "It reeks in here."
"Yeah…" Chloe's gaze went to the window to find Azazel gone.
"Oh, you got your window open! Mine's sealed shut." Lois commented before turning to her. "I'm starving!"
Chloe stood and nodded, following her cousin away, sending the window one last look before shutting the door closed behind her.
There were ten volunteers there including the girls, Pete, and Dean.
The hunter in Dean had him sizing up everyone as they ate in what had once been a grand dinning room.
First off there were the 'chaperones'.
Sam Phelan was apparently a retired detective who used to work in the Metropolis Police Department. He walked oddly, almost with a limp and yet not, and at certain times of the day he'd pop a pill into his mouth and dry swallow. Probably had been discharged after an injury sustained during the job that he still had to take pills for. Maybe for the pain, maybe for mental repercussions from the trauma.
Margaret was elderly and proper. She smiled, was polite, and spouted off information no one really asked about. It was obvious that she hadn't had a decent conversation in a very, very long time.
James Beels, the driver, was a man with eyes that seemed to take in everything around him. He seemed to be evaluating everything he came into contact with, touched things, asked questions. He looked exactly like a thief surveying a potential job. The fact that he seemed to know the three "tattooed volunteers" just made him more of a suspicious character considering that those three didn't strike Dean as characters he wanted to hang around, and wouldn't want the girls around by themselves either.
Wade Maheny had apparently been some hotshot footballer in high school (had gone to the same school Chloe attended) and while he'd had scholarships they'd all gone away once he blew his knee. He was tattooed, had a superior attitude, and rubbed Dean the wrong way. Maybe it was his swarmy sneer, or the way he wasn't really doing any work. It could also be the fact that he was Dean's age and kept eyeing Chloe and her schoolmate Jenna with interest men their age shouldn't.
Scott Bowman was an old football buddy and just as tattooed and unappealing as Wade, whom he seemed to take as a leader completely. He followed Wade's lead, listened to whatever Wade said, and took his cues from the man's actions. The way in which he showed any individuality from Wade was the way he didn't oggle Chloe, instead obviously finding Lois much more to his liking.
Tattooed as were his old football friends, Derek Fox seemed the smartest of the three and the quietest. He did a lot of sitting and steepling of fingers. He also was the one who had Margaret talking nonstop all about the castle.
Sean Kelvin was a stereotypical high school jock, all-american boy next door who oozed self-confidence and flirtation. He kept an arm around Jenna, and was definitely coping a feel under the table, but kept his attention on Chloe and Lois as well.
Jenna Barnum was a cheerleader and obviously something of a bully if the paper ball she'd thrown at the back of Chloe's head had anything to say about it. She was pretty, sassy, and terribly insecure. It was ridiculous. Everything she did was a plea for Sean's undivided attention.
Trevor Chapell was very much like Sean in the fact that he was football player for the local high school, blonde, blue eyed, and always wearing his jersey. Unlike his best friend though, Trevor didn't seem like a total ass.
There was Pete Ross, Chloe's friend. He was African American, apparently also played football (was there anyone here who didn't/hadn't?), and also worked in the school newspaper with Chloe. He seemed smart, gusty, and down to earth.
Out of all of them, Pete and Trevor seemed the more reliable of the guys, with Chloe and Lois the only girls.
Wade, Scott and Derek smelt of trouble.
Sean and Jenna were just…annoying.
The "chaperones"…Dean was still undecided…although he didn't trust Beels and kept an eye on him.
"I don't know too much about the supposed hidden passages, and in all my years as caretaker I have never found evidence of their existence being more than legend, but I do know that it was said that many of those passageways interconnected and led back to the Master Bedroom." Margaret answered one of Derek's questions, taking a sip of box-wine. "But, if I remember right, one of those passages were suppose to lead to the mistress' room." Her gaze went to Chloe. "Your room."
The blonde choked on her sip of coke.
Wade smirked. "Imagine that."
The young girl's green eyes narrowed on him warningly.
Surprisingly, Wade backed off, hands up in a defeated way yet his expression was amused.
Dean looked between the two of them, eyes narrowed, before his attention was jerked from them to Lois, who was flipping off Scott in disgust. Apparently he'd missed some sort of confrontation between them.
"Well, we should all probably go to bed now." Phelan announced, stretching.
"I agree." Beels stood as well, sending Wade and his boys a meaningful look. "Good night ya'll."
Suddenly Chloe froze, her eyes going wide.
Pete leaned in towards her, frowning. "You okay?"
She grabbed his arm. "Walk me to my room."
"Okay?" Pete made a face as she pulled him up with her and started walking away.
Wade watched them as they left.
Dean frowned, surprised to realize that that brotherly protectiveness he usually only had reserved from Sammy was rearing its ugly head up at this moment. He had a feeling that had he had a sister, and some guy was so inappropriately attracted, this was exactly how he'd react. It both surprised and confused him because he didn't want to get in the middle of what wasn't his business, and yet his gut was telling him that both Wade and Scott needed to be told to back the hell off of the girls.
It didn't take a genius to know that something had clicked for Chloe, and that was why she'd pulled Pete away Lois excused herself from the table, hurried after her cousin and caught up with the younger kids as they made their way towards Chloe's room-which was thankfully only two doors down from Lois'. The brunette flung her arms around Chloe's and Pete's shoulders, lowering her head between them as she walked to their speed.
"So, what lightbulb went on it your head back there?" She asked, cutting to the chase.
Chloe didn't even hesitate. "I've been trying to figure out where I've seen Detective Phelan before, and I realized where."
At the hesitation Pete turned towards her. "Well?"
Chloe made a face. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight?" Lois felt lost, not sure what in the world her cousin was talking about.
"Are we speaking in code again?" Thankfully Pete didn't seem to get it either.
"No, I mean the Goodnight murders." Chloe rolled her eyes at them. "It happened a couple of years back, there were a string of murders in Metropolis. Detective Phelan and his partner received a noise complaint from a neighbor which led them to Goodnight's lair. He had killed a whole bunch of people, massacred them with inhuman strength and viciousness, but he'd kept one girl alive. She had religious symbols tattooed on her, and given the ritualistic nature of the killings they think that Goodnight hadn't killed her because of them."
"So a tattoo saved her life?" Lois made a face.
"Oh, it gets better." Chloe assured her, before showing her that no, it was no in way better. "A part of Goodnight's signature was taking the eyes out of his victim's heads. Just because he let her live doesn't mean he skipped that part of his ritual."
"He took out her eyes?" Pete hissed.
"Yeah." Chloe nodded, making a face as they reached her door. "He also killed Phelan's partner, injuring Phelan pretty badly before the detective shot him in the head and ended it all."
"Why do you read this sort of stuff?" Lois wanted to know, feeling somewhat nauseas.
"I get curious." Chloe shrugged. "I might even spend the night trying to figure out if there actually is a passageway leading out from my bedroom."
"That was creepy." Pete agreed.
"You wanna switch rooms?" Lois offered, allowing her hands to slip from their shoulders. "Or we could share mine if you don't feel comfortable."
"I'm fine mom." Chloe smiled at her, shaking her head. "You go and make sure Mr. Winchester doesn't kill himself out of pure boredom. Pete'll keep me company and make sure I'm all right."
Lois turned to Pete. "If she gets to be too much, Dean's down the hall, turn a right, and its the second room to the left."
Pete nodded. "Yes ma'am."
Chloe left Pete in her bedroom while she went to bathe, feeling nearly desperate to be clean. She somewhat resented the others for hogging the bathroom this long, she hadn't been able to enjoy the food while feeling so horribly dirty, and yet she realized that that was life and one had to go through certain things. Also, Jenna Barnum only tried bullying her because she was insecure, and because Chloe didn't stop her. Then again, Chloe hadn't stopped her because she had a feeling that if she did so, all her anger and frustration would surge out and she'd end up killing the girl. So it was better for the both of them if she just tried ignoring Jenna.
Submerging herself under the spray of hot water coming from the shower, the blonde closed her eyes and allowed the water to wash away all the sweat and dirt. She stayed beneath the flow, running her hands through her hair before soaping up her body. Despite the lack of sensitivity in the scarred skin she moved her fingers softly over the intersecting scars over her heart.
Sometimes she still had unexpected and unwanted flashes of Hope, of what had gone on there, of the deal she'd made to save Dean's life.
Sometimes she sat down and purposely thought about it, about the terms…and the unexpected directions her life was taking with the slow process of completing them.
Sometimes she blamed everything on her virgininty, even though it made no sense whatever. After Hope all she could think about sometimes was the fact that she'd nearly been raped because she was a virgin, and many times she just wanted to lose "it" to the first person to cross in front of her.
Sometimes though, like tonight, she just traced the cross carved on her chest and blanked her mind of any thought at all.
She didn't hear anything, didn't see anything, but she sensed it.
Instinct roared up, like prey under the gaze of a predator, and with a quick motion the blonde turned the faucet closed. She wiped droplets of water from her face as she reached for her towel, wary, gazing around her. Wrapping the towel around her body Chloe stepped out of the shower and into her shoes, looking around her, knowing that just because she couldn't see anyone there didn't mean that he or she wasn't there. It was like her meteor-dar was going off with sirens and blaring lights, a trait she figured she owed to some latent meteor ability considering that all her infection did so far was shield her heart.
Seeing movement across the wall, Chloe's eyes narrowed as she drew closer, bending slightly, a gasp escaping her lips as she saw definite movement of someone moving away from the wall. The blonde knelt down, reaching out with her fingers to touch the hole in the wall which was big enough for someone to peek through. Someone had been on the other side watching her. She was sure of it.
A wolf whistle echoed throughout the bathroom.
A squeak escaped her lips as she stood and twirled around to see Wade leaning against the wall, smirking at her, arms over his chest.
Chloe's gaze went to the locked door back to him, securing the towel tighter around her. "You know, considering those tattoos wear out the more you use them, you'd think that you wouldn't waste the ink on something as juvenile as peeking on girls as they showered."
"On the contrary…why not use what you have to make life nicer?" He grinned, not at all repentant. "Plus we just got them redone last night. There's more than enough juice in them for some minor enjoyments."
Sometimes she wondered if she shouldn't just sleep with Wade. He was attractive, smart enough, and she knew his secret so she doubted he'd have a problem keeping a secret for her. Wasn't he already keeping one for her? Then again, he could very well get in trouble if he revealed that he'd been her ride when she'd left Kansas some months back. She was shocked the news hadn't gotten out yet to be truthful, given the fact that he had loose lips when drunk…wasn't that how she'd found out about his friends' and his inventive use of meteor inked tattoos?
"Peek on Jenna. God knows she needs the attention."
"Are you jealous?" He smirked, pushing away from the wall and coming towards her, leaning forwards with the palms of his hands on either side of her face as he smirked down at her. "Did me checking her out tick you off?"
"Please. Your inability to act as if we don't really know each other is what ticked me off." She narrowed her eyes as she glared up into his face. "Dean and Lois both caught onto that little interaction between us and the whole passageway to my bedroom comment. Don't think I'm not going to be called on it by Lois…and Dean looked like he was going to pull you aside and give you a big brother "back off" speech."
Wade's smile slipped slightly, instead morphing into a sneer as he leaned closer. "Who exactly is the underwear model anyway?"
"What is it about Dean Winchester that makes other guys so horrible insecure?" Chloe couldn't keep the laughter from tumbling from her lips. "Adam used almost the same words to describe him, except he said 'Calvin Klein model'."
"I asked you a question." He grumbled, leaning in so close he was pressed up against her.
"Why?" She smirked back up at him. "Are you jealous? Insecure? Feel like you can't live up to him?"
Wade pounded his fist against the wall by her head with a snarl.
She didn't flinch, staring up at his face.
"Once you turn sixteen I'm gonna fuck you hard." He near threatened with a growl. "That's what happens to damn cockteases."
"What are you doing here, Wade?" She finally asked, staring into his blue eyes.
He paused for a second, raising an eyebrow. "Pretty sure I was warning you of an impending fuck once you're legal."
She rolled her eyes, leaning harder against the wall. "I mean here in the castle. Why are you and your minions here? From what I can see, there's nothing worth stealing."
"Aw, you hurt my feelings, assuming I'm only here on a job." Wade tilted his head to the side.
Chloe's eyebrow raised.
"Okay, so maybe there's a job here." He snickered, giving in and not even pretending innocence anymore as he reached down to brush a wet lock of hair out of her face. "There's a safe, one said to be filled with all sorts of riches."
"You can't really think that they'd leave something like that rotting here." Chloe shook her head.
"It was stored upstairs, which the fire destroyed and made impossible to search for where it was."
The blonde frowned as she held her towel tighter at her chest. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Why not?" Wade countered. "You're not gonna try for the money, and you're not gonna tell on us. You've proven your ability to keep things to yourself. We value that in a girl."
"This isn't a recruiting mission is it?" She made a face at him. "Because while I reluctantly am impressed that you managed to manipulate liquid meteor rock to the extent you have, I have no interest in a life of crime…or in sticking that shit into me…even if your tattoos are kinda cool."
Lowering her gaze, contemplating something for a moment, Chloe decided to risk it as she gazed up at him, raising her hand to trail up his chest. "While you're searching…could you do me a favor?"
His gaze darkened as he smiled, sinking his fingers into her hair. "What sort of favor?"
"If you come across a book, old, leather, has odd writing on the cover and a drawing of a cage…bring it to me?" She tilted her head as she gazed into his face, not sure if what she was doing was working, never having really tried to use any sort of feminine wiles before.
"Book." He raised an eyebrow down at her dubiously. "I thought you were going to ask me for a piece of jewelry or something."
"I'm a simple girl." She replied truthfully.
"What's so special about this book?" He asked, narrowing his eyes slightly. "I'm guessing it's why you're here."
"It's why I'm here." She agreed, not saying anything else.
He paused before narrowing his eyes further, tightening his grip on her hair and tilting her head back. "This have anything to do with…that time?"
She tried to nod but his grip was too hard. "Yes."
"You know what? Don't tell me more then. I don't need to, and don't want to, know more." He let go of his grip on her hair and pulled away slightly. "I'm not going to be actively looking for it, but if I come across it I'll bring it to you…for a price."
"Chivalry has died." She bemoaned, though not at all surprised.
Winking, Wade pushed away from her and backed away until he reached the far wall…and phased right through it to the room on the other side.
Sighing, Chloe brought her hand to her head and closed her eyes.
The second she'd seen Wade and his guys at the bus stop she'd had a feeling that they were going to be on a job, but a part of her had hoped that they were going to give hard work a real try. She should have known better. Still, with Wade's ability and extra eyes she had a better chance of finding this book Azazel wanted so badly, so she was just going to have to go with the flow and take advantage of the situation.