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13th-Aug-2012 06:28 pm
See No Evil

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
Rating: T
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 pushed herself harder than she ever had, fear racing up her throat as she ran with all her might. Pete was by her side, easily keeping up, and yet while they were making good time their rapid footsteps weren't half as silent as they wished they were.

The sound of heavy footsteps behind them proved that they were being followed, although not close enough for them to see Goodnight as yet.

Sending another desperate look behind her shoulder, Lois' foot slammed into something and with a cry she went down, scraping the whole side of her body on the rough floor. Pain jolted up her body, her ankle killing her. She couldn't have a twisted ankle! Not now! Dammit!

Pete reached down and hauled her up with surprising strength, wrapping her arm around his shoulder and his around her waist as they made a slower pace this time. She was slowing him down, and the footsteps were getting louder.


Sending another look over her shoulder, Lois tried to suppress her cry as Jacob Goodnight finally appeared in her vision. His long, muscular legs took him faster than theirs were, and he didn't even seem to feel the weight of the chain and meathook he yanked behind him.

"Hurry!" Lois screamed, knowing that it made no sense to remain silent anymore. "He's right behind us!"

Pete glanced behind him and cursed, pressing on faster, but still he was half dragging her and the distance was lessening between them.

Goodnight tightened up his chain, pulling it up so that it wasn't dragging on the ground, beginning to swing it.

Realizing what he was going to do, Lois only managed to push Pete out of the way and hit the wall as the meat hook pierced the air between them.

Lois staggered to the ground, crying out in pain, before reaching for the container of salt and beginning to spread it on the ground...yet Goodnight stepped over the line and grabbed her, lifting her easily and throwing her into the wall with enough force to make her see double.

"Leave her alone!" Pete yelled, throwing Dean's EMF detector at the monster of a man, causing his attention to turn towards him. "Oh crap."

Lois tried to push to her feet, tried to clear her vision, tried to help.

All she could do was struggle to righten herself as Goodnight grabbed Pete by his head and begin to squeeze with all his might.

Pete screamed, scratching at the hands that held him up in the air.

Crawling towards them, Lois lifted Goodnight's dirty pants leg and bit down on the tendons on the back of his foot.

Yowling in pain, Goodnight threw Pete away, a horrible cracking sound resounding through the hallways as he hit the wall at an awkward angle and slid to the ground motionless.

The monster turned towards Lois and kicked her in the face.

Blackness consumed.


"How do you do what you do?" Chloe's voice was soft against his ear.

Dean made a face as he shifted her weight on his back, tightening his grip higher up her thighs as he continued forwards. "I live one day at a time, I suppose." He shrugged, never having really asked himself that. "It's all I know."

"Didn't you ever have nightmares about all the evils you've encountered?" She asked.

He got what she was getting at now, though that didn't make him any less awkward or uncomfortable. This was getting close to the whole "feelings" talk, and that was something he just wasn't good at. "When I was younger."

"Not anymore?"

Hell, he had nightmares all the time.

"Of course not."

"How did you get over them?"

"I outgrew them." He felt like such a fraud right then and there. "Anyway, no matter what it is you're up against, there's a way to kill them. I guess, knowing that everything can die, makes them less scary in the end."

She didn't respond to that, though she rested her chin on the curve of his shoulder with a sigh.

He encouraged the silence by reveling in it, his thoughts training on Lois and Pete, and how they had yet to come upon them. It could mean those two were making good time...or it could mean that they were going in the complete opposite direction. That worried the hell out of him, especially now that he knew that Goodnight was alive and that the salt would do those two no good.

He knew that Chloe was blaming herself for everything, that that was why she'd reacted the way she had earlier, but to be truthful Dean felt more to blame. He was the one who was supposed to be the great hunter. He had the experience...he had the weapons! He was the one who was supposed to be taking care of them!

And yet, once again, he was running around like a headless chicken with no idea what he was dealing with or how to deal with it.

Had Goodnight just faked his own death...or was there some sort of supernatural reason as to why he was there? What if he really was a creature of some kind? It meant that there was probably a highly specific way in which he could be killed.

"What is it?" She whispered, breath against his ear. "You tensed up. What's wrong?"

"Nothing." It annoyed him that she'd noticed.

There was a pause, and then: "What is it?"

He realized that she wouldn't let up, and so he let out a growl of agitation. "I couldn't help but think that I might be a bad luck token for you two."

There was a little choking sound. "What?"

"Well, things seem to go to hell the moment I get together with you girls." He shrugged, not wanting her to realize how much this bothered him. "I wonder...maybe I bring bad luck."

There was silence, almost as if she was considering it, before the girl surprised him by chuckling softly. "I think you're more of a good luck charm if you ask me."

He snorted.

"I'm serious!" She slapped the back of his shoulder. "Things happen to me whether I'm with you or not...at least when you're around I feel safer."

He nearly tripped at that, the awkwardness seeping further into his bones as he shook his head visibly at that. "I get it, your mother's shit and all that-but Hope and now this? I seem to herald the entrance of psychos in your lives."

There was another pause, and then she sighed, leaning harder against his back, tightening her grip around his neck. "Were you anywhere around California a couple of months back?"

"Huh?" He almost stopped walking in his confusion.

"Since Hope, have you gone to California?"

It was an odd question, and yet asked very seriously, so he treated it with the seriousness it deserved. He thought back to all of the hunts he'd had since Hope, both with and without his father, and finally came to the conclusion that no, he had been nowhere near California since the Hope Incident.


"See?" She whispered, her voice tickling his ear. "Psychos still hound me even when you're nowhere around."

This time he did stop, eyes narrowing as he realized what she was saying. "What happened?"

She went silent.

He felt sick at his stomach, remembering Lois' comment in his room earlier about believing Chloe had lost her virginity while on her secret little trip. "What. Happened?"

The blonde cleared her throat. "The usual, I guess. He decided that nothing would make his existence worthwhile like quality time up my skirt." She cleared her throat once more, voice going somewhat squeaky though she obviously was trying for cheeky nonchalance. "Really though, you and Adam are probably the only guys I've met since I got these scars that don't seem to realize I'm a girl and want to sleep with me whether I want to sleep with you or not." Her laughter was forced, obviously trying for a joking tone. "I don't know whether to feel relieved or insulted."

Oh god, he was going to be sick.

She kept pretending that she hadn't said anything important, trying for amusement. "It has to be these scars, because before I got them no one noticed me, I mean, I've only had my first kiss since Hope. Apparently girls aren't the only ones who like scars, huh?"

Dean couldn't just stand there anymore, his mind churning on her revelation, sickened to the core. He felt physically sick, that protectiveness he usually only had for Sammy rearing its ugly head and causing him to tighten his hold on her thighs as he continued on. If he didn't concentrate on taking every step he'd do something stupid, and he refused to do so.

No wonder this girl was so messed up!


He'd gone through shit in his own life, but he didn't know how he would have handled half the shit this girl had gone through. Then again, his father would have probably forced him to just push it all to the back of his mind and never think of it again, to just continue on and be a man about it.

"How can your father leave you and your cousin alone?" He hadn't even realized he'd hissed that until the corridor was silent again. "How can he care so little about the both of you?"

"You don't know anything about my father." She was defending the bastard who left them to care for themselves. "He loves us, he just has an important job and-."

"Bullshit." He snapped. "You're a kid, and Lois is too fucking young to have to raise you! He needs to get his fucking act together or at least sign over his parental rights to someone who actually gives a damn about you!"

There was silence.

He flinched, hissed, cursed.

"Put me down."

He closed his eyes tightly. "Look-."

"Put me the fuck down!"

Cursing to himself, unable to understand how this girl could annoy the shit out of him and get him to be so moody, Dean let her down and turned to face her red-faced fury.

"You don't get to talk crap about my father." She hissed at him, eyes narrowed, seeming greener in her anger. "Not when your own father's a piece of shit!"

"You know nothing about my father!" He snapped, pissed at both himself and her for his ability to just lose it like this when he should be calm and collected.

"I know that like my father, he lost the woman he loved and never got over it." Chloe glared at him, unafraid.

"My mother was murdered by something evil." Dean snarled at her, insulted she was even comparing them. "Yours is evil!"

She glared at him, tears forming in her eyes yet refusing to glide down her cheeks.

He felt like the villain all of a sudden and hated it.

"I think I can walk from here on out." She whispered, brushing passed him as she limped away in the direction they'd been going.

Dean closed his eyes and ran his hand over it with a groan.

Great work, Winchester.


The sound of banging woke her up.

Groaning, her face in agony, Lois sat up slowly, hand at her bleeding nose. She was in some sort of cage, and someone was slamming his boot-clad feet into the bars.

"Finally," Wade's voice could be heard. "I thought you were dead."

"Me too." Her voice was hoarse as she blinked a couple of times, feeling her swollen nose, a little afraid it was broken. "Where are we?"

"The Master Lair."

She crawled towards the front of the cage, seeing Wade sitting on the ground, hands shackled above him, symbols carved into his flesh. "Why are you shirtless?"

"I awoke like this." He grumbled, tugging on his shackles. "And apparently my mojo isn't even strong enough to get me out of this situation."

She had no idea what he meant by mojo, but didn't care to ask. "Have you see Chloe?"

He looked away from the shackles at that. "Yeah, last I saw of her I'd told her to run. Considering she's not here I'm hoping that means she's still alive."

Lois closed her eyes in relief. "Where's Goodnight now?"

"Hunting, I figure." Wade replied. "He only appeared briefly to throw and lock you up in there, before storming back out. I think he's worried that he hasn't caught or killed everyone by now."

There was a good thought.

Ignoring the pain in her face as best as she could, Lois tried squeezing her hands through the bars, hissing as the barbed wired curled around each bar cut into her skin.

"Don't even bother." Wade stopped her. "There's a padlock. Chloe said that she'd used some sort of discarded metal to unlock it when she was in there, but the creep must have realized that and gotten rid of it because I can't see it anywhere."

"Chloe was in here?" Lois felt sick at the realization.

Wade pulled on his shackles. "Yeah."

"Got any ideas on how we're going to escape here?" She sat down, leaning her back against the bars, careful with the barbed wire.

"I was hoping you'd have one." Wade replied.


They remained in silence for a couple of minutes, both going over the situation they found themselves in and trying to figure out how in the world would they get out.

"So...did someone throw a sadomasochistic party and not invite me or something?"

Lois jumped at the unexpected sound, turning, eyes widening and the confused looking man in the room with them.

"Derek!" Wade let out a groan of relief. "It was about time man! Find something to cut us free!"

"You know, I always figured if you'd be shackled Chloe would somehow be involved, not the cousin." Derek muttered to himself as he ran his hand over his shortly cropped hair. "Okay, I'm going to get the equipment. Just, uh, don't go anywhere."

And with that he went through the wall.

Lois' mouth fell open.

Derek Fox was a meteor freak!

"Don't go anywhere." Wade growled. "Thinks he's funny all of a sudden does he?"

"Chloe knows?" Even though she was asking it, Lois really didn't have a doubt.

"About our phasing ability?" Wade was apparently a meteor freak as well as Scott. "Course."

Lois shook her head, remembering all of the knowing glances between her cousin and the leader of the Hooligan Triad...as Adam called them. "Are you two...?"

Wade raised an eyebrow, a smirk lifting the side of his lips. "She's not legal. Yet."

That surprised her given the fact that she didn't take Wade for the law-abiding citizen.

Then again, this whole situation was just going to show her just how little she knew about her cousin or what was happening in her life, wasn't it?


"There's a mental health facility in Star City." Chloe finally whispered from ahead of him, causing Dean to narrow his eyes. "They deal with people like me."

"People like you?" The hunter didn't like the sound of that.

"Yeah, "young adults with deep seated issues which cripple their daily lives"." She sounded like she was citing something she'd read somewhere. "I've been...hesitating...I don't..." she closed her eyes and took in a deep sigh before turning to face him, pale. "I don't want to be like her, locked up in some mental institution while sedated so much I don't know if I'm crapping myself or what...but you're right. Lois shouldn't have to deal with me."

"I never said that." He glared. "I said your father should man up and take care of the both of you."

"Well, he isn't." She didn't seem to be in the mood to fight anymore, resigned. "He couldn't handle my mom's madness, and he can't handle mine either I guess." The blonde sighed, running fingers through her hair. "I'd be there voluntarily, means I could leave whenever I chose...and they seem to believe less in medicine as they do "treating the root of the problem", whatever the hell that means."

"You can't really think checking yourself into a loony bin will actually help you." Dean couldn't even wrap his head around the thought. "Has your Quack Doc been filling your head with this idea?"

"I haven't mentioned this to anyone but you." She looked vulnerable, hugging herself, seeming so tiny in his overwhelmingly large (compared to her) jacket.

He didn't know what to say to that.

Sending him a sad smile, Chloe turned and continued walking, hugging herself tighter.


He sat in Sheriff Miller's office, staring at the large screen on which the cameras at the end of the men's infrared visors were attached, seeing the laser-eyes of the shapeshifters as they rode like hell towards the Luthor Castle. The Sheriff's Department of Smallville, Kansas was probably the most technologically advanced in the country, and it was all thanks to the demon's backing.

It annoyed him though, how this was getting out of hand.

And it was all the cousin's fault.

She wasn't supposed to be in the picture, and because she was the future had changed. She was supposed to be in Hope, mother of Hathaway's little spawn. Chloe was supposed to have barely made it out, a head injury leaving her wandering and disoriented, with no memory of what happened. It was supposed to be hard, but she was supposed to be here, in her home, alone.

Lois Lane had no place in this plan.

She was just messing things up.

If things had gone as they should have he never would have had to make that deal to get Chloe out alive without things being too suspicious, and thus the girl wouldn't be in the situation she was in now.

If Hathaway had just stuck to his part in all of this Dean Winchester wouldn't be an issue either. He would have continued out of town before the nightfall, and then the townsfolk would have trapped the girls in their motel room...and things would have gone as Azazel had planned them.

And yet nothing had gone as it should have, and Azazel knew that if Chloe was somehow able to escape she wouldn't take that opportunity if Dean and Lois were still inside and in danger.

These were attachments he couldn't handle, especially not the relationship between the cousins.

It was too dangerous.

He needed to protect the asset...and for that to happen, for things to be somewhat righted and back on their original path...he needed to get rid of the cousin.

14th-Aug-2012 04:12 am (UTC)
Crazy twists and turns! So good hun! Now I'm wondering if Azazel isn't responsible for everything. (of course he is...) Keep up the great work.
14th-Aug-2012 08:19 pm (UTC)
Well, Azaqzel is responsible for a LOT...but not EVERYTHING ;)
14th-Aug-2012 06:01 am (UTC)
Uh oh - lois! And ok what happened to Pete? He's not *dead* is he?? That would make me sad.

And now I just want to know what happened in California even more... How does Wade fit into that? </p>

Great story - I really have no idea what will happen next. Thanks so much for sharing!

14th-Aug-2012 08:20 pm (UTC)
(damn, can't answer either question!) lol
Thanks for R&R-ing!
14th-Aug-2012 06:14 am (UTC)
OK not knowing what happened to Pete worries me, and I get it that Dean's just being protective but he really needs to think before he speaks,*sigh*.......please oh goodness please don't kill Lois if there's one thing I love its the Chlo-Lo dynamic
14th-Aug-2012 08:21 pm (UTC)
Loving all the Pete-Love :)
And yeah, Dean's heart is in the right place, but he's so not used to being protective and shit and he's doing it in his brutish, manish way. His father was really the worse rolemodel feelings-wise.
14th-Aug-2012 08:43 pm (UTC)
Its Pete honest he'll always get some love, and yeah guess he's just being Dean and its the thought that counts anyhow, also your killing me with this whole Lois thing first no Sammy yet then this potential plot twist *pout* your evil with your beautiful story's
23rd-Aug-2012 10:25 pm (UTC)
first of... is there some chemistry between pete and lois?!... i kinda feeal some ;)....
and what great plan has azarel for chloe.... gosh i just love your story...
23rd-Aug-2012 10:31 pm (UTC)
Pete and Lois? *blinks*
Azazel? *blinks*
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