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15th-Aug-2012 11:52 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.

"What's taking him so long?" Wade tried pulling at his shackles once more, his wrists abused and somewhat bloody, providing slight lubrication and yet not enough to help him slip his hands out of the tight iron embrace.

"Maybe he got lost." Or killed...but Lois didn't want to vocalize that though, although she could see the same questions on Wade's face. "We need a backup plan in case he doesn't make it back."

"I'm working on it." Wade grunted, pulling with all his might, his hands still held tight, although more blood seemed to drip as well.

"You're going to damage your hands." Lois commented, but didn't tell him to stop, instead examining the bars of her cage. They had barbed wire around each bar, and while she was sure it was an intimidation factor she wondered if it hadn't also been put there to keep those inside from checking the bars out too closely.

Maybe there were some that were loose.

Deciding on which wall to concentrate on first, Lois carefully avoided the spikes in the barbed wire and began to rattle the bars one by one. So far the bars all seemed fairly strong and immobile, but she didn't give up, continuing one by one patiently while sending quick looks towards the two different entrances to this room.

"So, who's the underwear model?" Wade was apparently in a chatty mood as he fought his shackles. "You finally gave Adam the boot or something? Everyone could see you were stringing him on anyway."

The brunette sent him a glare over her shoulder. "I'm not stringing Adam along."

"You know he's after your goods and yet given the fact that nothing's happened between you two, obviously you're not interested in sharing...with him at least." Wade's gaze were on his wrists. "Underwear model though? I couldn't figure out if you were the one he wanted or Chloe was." He finally settled his blue gaze on Lois. "So which is it? Who's he after?"

"Are you jealous or something?" Lois snorted as she tried another bar a little harder than needed.

"Of a pretty boy?" Wade scoffed. "As. If."

"Then why do you care?" The brunette moved slightly and tried another couple of bars, hissing when she cut her finger, bringing the wound to her mouth.

"I don't." He mumbled. "Just was wondering, considering if he's in your pants I'm going to have to get used to seeing him around."

"He's not in my pants." Dark hazel eyes rolled at that, thinking of the epic failure they'd had in his bedroom earlier. "He's just a friend."

Wade made a little noise.

She made up her face and tried another bar before freezing when it rattled. The girl fought the urge to squeal until she tried the next couple of bars, and found at least three more rattling and loose as well. If she could somehow get them out of the way she could easily squeeze through the opening!

Laying on her back on the ground, Lois bent her knees before driving her feet into the loose bars. Her ankle hurt a little but she ignored the pain as she gave the bars another kick.

The things remained in place but that didn't deter her as she began kicking them again and again and again. With each kick she could feel the wobbling growing worse, the bars getting looser.

Her smile grew as she continued to kick at the bars with as much force as she had within her.


There was movement up ahead.

Dean yanked Chloe behind him, bringing a hand up towards his lips to silence her, before narrowing his eyes and silently waiting at the edge of the corner. The second the man passed Dean grabbed him and swung him into the wall with all his might.

"Jesus!" Derek Fox yelled, dropping the bag in his hands. "What the hell man?"

The hunter let go of the man, backing away. "Thought you were someone else."

"You mean the fucker that's carving into everyone?" Derek straightened his shirt, picking up his bag. "Nah. Not me."

"You've seen Goodnight?" Chloe stepped forwards.

"The guy's named Goodnight?" Derek made a face as he turned to her. "And as for your question, yeah, but it was only a glimpse as he turned a corner. I also ran into Wade and Lois and they-."

"Wade's with Lois?" Chloe interrupted, eyes wide. "Are they okay?"

"Considering one's shackled to the wall and carved up, and the other is in some sort of cage, I'm saying they're not exactly having a very good time...but considering the bodies I've found...they could be worse." Derek sighed as he ran his hand over his shortly cropped hair. "I came back for the bolt cutter." He reached into the bag and pulled out the equipment. "I was heading back."

Chloe's gaze lowered to his body and then surprised Dean by running her hand over Derek's tattoos. "How? The others' are gone."

Derek shrugged, seeming to understand whatever she was saying. "I always use mine less. The other two get cocky and impatient, can't wait to turn a damn corner."

What the hell were these two talking about?

"I want to come with you." Chloe kept her hand on Derek's arm. "If that asshole has both Lois and Wade...wait." She then frowned, turning to Dean. "Wasn't Pete with Lois?"

"Fuck." Dean hissed, hoping that Pete's absence was due to his having escaped and not because Goodnight had killed him. The hunter mightn't know the boy well, but he'd respected him tremendously for his loyalty and bravery.

"I didn't see Pete, but I haven't found his body yet so maybe he hasn't gotten to him." Derek shrugged, looking both directions. "Last I saw Psycho he was dragging Sean's body away, probably towards the shrine."

Dean looked up at that, eyes narrowed. "Shrine?"

"Yeah, it's where he's putting the bodies after he's done with them." Derek was pale, obviously sick at his stomach at the memory. "I stumbled onto it while I was coming back here for the equipment. The place is filled with candles and these religious symbols and shit. And bodies. Everything's centered around this pedestal, don't know what the fuck is on it though, I high-tailed it out of there the second I realized what it was."

"If it's a shrine..." Dean turned towards her, his instinct roaring loudly, telling him what he had to do. "There might be some clue there as to what he is, what he's doing here, and how to stop him." He placed his hand on the girl's shoulder. "We need to go there."

"And to be honest, I'll move faster without you." Derek agreed point-blank.

Chloe closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath before nodding, obviously realizing that this was the best thing for her cousin. "Okay." Her eyes opened though and pinned Derek down. "Lois-."

He nodded, giving her a little reassuring smile.

She returned the smile hollowly.

Tightening his grip on her shoulder, Dean turned to Derek. "We need directions."

A fly flew in Derek's face, making his bat it away as he told them where they could find the shrine.

Chloe's eyes widened as she took a step back.

Dean yanked out his gun despite the fact that it only had one or two bullets left...which were only filled with rocksalt.

"What?" Derek went still immediately. "What is it?"

"You need to leave, now."

The man didn't wait for an explanation...racing through the wall.

Dean's eyes widened in shock before they went to Chloe, who didn't seem to think much about this. "You have so much to explain if we get out of this alive."

She ignored him though, gaze behind him.

Turning around, Dean cursed as he saw Jacob Goodnight standing in the corridor, chain and meathook in hand. "Goddamit!" Putting away the gun, he grabbed Chloe's arm and began running in the opposite direction.

With a roar, Goodnight thundered as he took chase.


A bar flew free, leaving a little larger section, though still not big enough for her to squeeze out of. Lois grinned, laying hard on the floor as she breathed in and out, encouraged by this progress. She took in a deep breath before concentrating on the next bar, egged on by the larger section just teasing her with its glimpse of freedom.

"Yes!" Wade gave a little cry of victory.

Lois turned her head towards his direction, finding that somehow he'd managed to free one of his hands from the shackles, and was now trying to fight the other free. "I'm impressed."

"I'm good at getting something big into and out of small openings." There was a double innuendo there, she knew it for a fact thanks to his smug sneer.

Rolling her eyes, Lois concentrated on the bars once more, kicking out as hard as she could. "Once you get free get your ass over here and help me out."

"Yes, Your Highness." He snorted, grabbing onto the chain of the shackle and trying to tear out the bolt it was attached to from the wall.

Another bar went flying away, and Lois' foot nearly got caught in the mess of barbed wire, yet she slowly freed herself before drawing her attention to the next bar.

"You'd think I'd have enough mojo for one fricken wrist." Wade kicked at the wall with a growl as he let go of the chain with a deeply displeased growl.

It was curious because from how he was acting it would seem that his meteor ability was being able to phase through things like she'd seen Derek do, and yet natural abilities didn't fade the way that this one had. So it made her wonder if somehow the ability wasn't manufactured...and that opened up a million other can of worms in her head.

Also, how long had Chloe known about this?

And why hadn't she told her?

She trusted Lois...didn't she?

The brunette stopped kicking at the bar, taking in a deep breath as she frowned at the ceiling of the cage. "Why didn't she tell me?"

"Tell you what?" He tested the strength of the chain again.

"About your meteor ability. About the fact that she knows you enough to know that you have one." She felt more than a little hurt. "She should know that I'd understand-that I wouldn't tell anyone if she didn't want me to."

"Is this really the moment for this?"

She closed her eyes and rested on arm over them, feeling terribly vulnerable right now.

Wade sighed, giving a little groan. "She was just keeping my secret for me...and even if she'd told you about my ability you'd want to know about how she found out, and she wouldn't want you to know because she wouldn't want you to worry more."

The brunette frowned, wiping at the rebellious tears in her eyes as she turned towards the man. "Why would I worry more?"

"Because she'd have to explain a couple of things to you and admit that she was nearly killed some months back."

Lois sat up immediately, eyes wide. "She told you about Hope?"

"Hope?" Wade made a face at her. "No. I'm talking about California."

"California?" And then it hit Lois, her eyes widening. "The bear and star...she was talking about the Californian flag."

Wade raised an eyebrow at her.

"You were in California with her?" Lois felt pieces of the puzzle beginning to finally fall into place, eyes widening. "What happened there? Who tried to kill her?"

"I'm still not a hundred per cent sure...about anything." Wade surprised her by admitting, running his hand over his head. "I got dragged into it mostly at the end, and I missed out on a lot of the important, defining stuff. But I told her I didn't want to know whatever the fuck had happened because what I caught was fucked up enough as it was."

That did not sound good.

"Finally." Wade slid his hand free, grunting at the pain yet lips tilted in victory. "Now let's get you out of there before that asshole comes back for more fun and games."


Dean's yell was the only warning before he let go of her hand.

Instead of continuing running, as would have been the smart move, Chloe skidded to a stop despite the pain in her feet and turned in time to see that Goodnight had thrown the meathook, and yet thankfully the sharp point hadn't embedded itself into Dean. Instead the large curve had hit him hard in the back of his head, sending him falling to the ground and clutching at his bleeding head, obviously disoriented by the blow.

The hunter pulled his hand away from his head, staring at the blood nearly unseeingly, before turning to face Goodnight as he closed the distance between them. Dean barely had time to lift his hands in protection before Goodnight swung around and slammed his booted foot into Dean's throat, pinning him to the wall.

Hands on both ends of the boot, Dean groaned as he grabbed hold tightly and twisted that foot roughly.

Goodnight made an inhuman sound of pain as his body turned with the jerk, landing him on his knees. He kicked backwards at the hunter.

Dean tumbled out of the way, Goodnight's boot slamming against the wall where the hunter's head had been seconds before.

Rolling onto his knees, Dean reached for the chain with the meathook and grunted under its weight as he swung it towards the man's head.

Goodnight's hand reached out and caught the curve of the hook, stilling its progressing, yanking it out of Dean's hands.

Chloe jumped onto Goodnight's back, trying to use the surprise of her weight to pin him down, but she was the one surprised when her weight seemed like nothing to him. She thought fast, yanking Dean's jacket off and around Goodnight's throat, pulling it crossways behind the neck, trying to choke him.

Goodnight stood, grabbing the material against his throat and easily yanking it away.

Chloe cried, forced to grab onto Goodnight's shoulders and encircle him with her thighs to keep from falling to the ground once he stood tall. She beat her fist into his back, knowing that it wasn't going to hurt him but hopefully it'd distract him enough to give Dean some extra seconds to think of something.

Dean was on his feet, gun out as he shot the man in the face twice, causing Goodnight to roar as he took steps backwards in pain.

She bit deep into his neck, tasting blood and feeling sick, yet kept her teeth lodged in.

With a roar he slammed back against the wall, forcing the oxygen out of her lungs and forcing her to let go and slump down to the ground, disoriented.

Goodnight kept yelling and clawing at his face.

"Get up!" Dean yelled, grabbing her hand and yanking her up, forcing her behind him as they began racing in the direction of the shrine.

Goodnight roared before giving chase once more.


Derek was really beginning to wonder if maybe it wasn't time to try see what it was like living life the straight and narrow way. If he'd just gone to community college like his mother had wanted he wouldn't be in this mess, and he had the brains to do it. The scholarship wouldn't have been like the one he'd gotten for football, but he knew that he would have been able to get an academic one if needed.

If he got out of here alive he should try it.

But right now he needed to concentrate on other things, like getting Wade and himself out of this place. He didn't want to think about Scott's body in that fucking shrine, didn't want to think about how Scott had met his end...especially since he hadn't been able to find the guy's head. If it hadn't been for his clothes Derek wouldn't have even been able to recognize him.

Shaking his head, Derek continued forwards, close to where Wade and Lois were.

Hearing something, he turned towards the sound, his fear disappearing into relief when he recognized the person there. "Jesus! You scared the shit out of me!" Running a hand over his hair as he let out a sigh of relief, Derek cleared his throat. "Thank fuck you're okay. We need to get the other's out and then-."

With a surprisingly fast movement, a rusty pipe flashed into sight before it was jammed into his throat.

16th-Aug-2012 02:31 pm (UTC)
Noooo cliffhanger!!! I can't wait for the next update after you've left us with THAT!!
19th-Aug-2012 07:38 pm (UTC)
Hopefully I'll have another chapter up soon :)
16th-Aug-2012 02:50 pm (UTC)
Great new chapter! Every time I'm almost in danger of forgetting about Smallville, you write an amazing fic about it. And jeez Goodnight, you're not exactly good at keeping people imprisoned, but then again I guess he wouldn't need to considering most people he's killing before they have a chance to escape.
Btw have you got a ao3 account?
19th-Aug-2012 07:39 pm (UTC)
Aw! Thanks! I try!
And yeah, he usually has a less number of people to deal with...and not so many fighters there at the same times either.
Nope, I don't.
21st-Aug-2012 03:02 am (UTC)
Great new chapter dear! I just need to remember to read them when it's still light outside... :D
21st-Aug-2012 08:47 am (UTC)
Or...a really bright table light?
23rd-Aug-2012 10:36 pm (UTC)
it't the old lady, right?
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