Title: Spring-Heeled Jack
Sequel to: See No Evil
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Dean Winchester, Lex Luthor, John Winchester...
Disclaimer: Don't own the fandoms
Summary: Two months have passed and Dean is in Smallville with Chloe taking care of her while secretly investigating Lois' disappearance, disbelieving that she left of her own free will. To make things worse, when the young hunter takes Chloe with him to confront John about Margaret's words concerning his mother's death, John's current case spirals out of control.
Written for my LJ 150 Paranormal Prompt Table. Prompt used #118: Spring-heeled Jack.
This is a Chloe/Dean friendship!fic and in this story their ages are: Chloe - 15 & Dean - 23
"I can't believe we're doing this." Chloe announced for what was probably the hundredth time since they'd started this trip. She sat on the front passenger's seat, staring out of the Impala's open window as breeze played with her hair. "I also can't believe you called Pete and somehow arranged for him, Clark and Lana to do free slave labor and pack up everything for us." She shook her head. "And that you got Clark to ask his dad to let us store the things in his barn's loft until we get back."
"Obviously you underestimate me." Dean smirked, sending the girl a glance, watching her tap her fingers against 'Pala in time to 'Love Hungry Man'.
"I can't believe I'm missing school." She chuckled softly to herself, shaking her head. "And I've left the Torch to Pete and Clark to run." The blonde turned her head towards him. "Think of it as you letting Pete or Clark drive the 'Pala."
Dean flinched at the very thought.
"Exactly." And yet she was grinning brightly, obviously enjoying herself.
Dean had noticed for the last couple of days on the road as he headed towards where his father was that Chloe was truly having a good time. She chewed down on the greasy food, went to the bushes without complaint if there wasn't a bathroom close by when she absolutely needed to go, and after the first night told him it made no sense to have two rooms when he was going to end up in hers because of her screaming.
That'd been somewhat awkward the first couple of nights, sleeping in the same room as the girl, but after the first three or so nights he had to admit that he'd gotten used to having her that near. Sure, she talked on and on and on during the nights and kept him awake half of the time, but he'd noticed that whenever she was gone the room seemed really quiet. Obviously he'd gotten used to her nonstop talking and that both amused and intrigued him.
She was no Sammy.
He was learning that more and more each and every day...but he was okay with it.
Chloe started singing along with the song. "Don't want no conversation, I need sweet sensation, and all I want to do is make a meal out of you!" She grinned, shaking her head to the music. "'Cause I'm a love, love hungry, hungry man...I got to get my hands on you!"
Dean's lips twitched in amusement as he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel in rhythm to the song as the killer guitar solo took over.
Chloe bobbed her head to the music, pretending to play the guitar.
The young hunter laughed as the music interlude drew to an end. "I'm your love hungry man, oh baby you're such a treat."
Chloe turned towards him, pointing towards him. "And you know, a man's got to eat!"
They shared amused grins and winks as they continued singing along with AC/DC.
Dean couldn't remember the last time he'd had this much fun on a road trip. Even with Sammy there'd been bickering because the boy had absolutely no taste and had always bitched about Dean's cassette collection and his musical choices.
"God, I can't believe I'd never heard of these guys before you." Chloe leaned hard against the seat when the song ended and another began, tilting her head, gaze and smile in his direction.
Dean nodded, pleased with her genuine enjoyment of his music. "Well, at least you have good taste. Sammy always hated me blaring this all the time."
"I can imagine that. I see Sammy as the more classical kind anyway." Chloe admitted, a soft smile taking over her features. "I see him listening to the great classical geniuses while studying, country's greatest when depressed, and something hip and modern whenever he's just looking for a musical high."
Dean raised an eyebrow at that, sending her a sideways glance. "Think about Sammy often?"
She raised an eyebrow right back at him. "Is this the part where you interrogate me on my intentions towards your little brother?"
He couldn't help but smirk at that. "I was wondering if I had to interrogate him...considering he has a girlfriend and all that."
"Well, you can rest assured that our boat has sailed away." Chloe responded, looking ahead of her at the road.
A bit of his amusement slipped at that as he frowned. "What exactly do you mean?"
Chloe poked her tongue out the side of her lips in thought for a moment before turning to lean on her side on the seat, staring at him. "What has Sam told you about the California trip?"
Dean hesitated, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. "You two met through a mutual friend, some idiots raised a pedophile ghost who had a thing for virgins, and then he told me who'd made it out alive."
Chloe thought for a moment, nibbling her bottom lip. "He left out a lot."
"Did he now?" Dean didn't understand why he felt very uneasy at the moment.
"At some point early on Sam got possessed by Spencer." Chloe delivered that chilling revelation with calmness and a shrug. "And I was the only virgin in the whole dorm-plus I was the only one close to the age that Spencer liked his girls to be. Everyone else was too old for his taste."
Dean tightened his grip on the steering wheel, every muscle in his body tensed, one jumping in his cheek.
"I didn't realize Sam was possessed at the time, and, well, I was flattered and a little desperate." The blonde groaned in embarrassment, covering her eyes with her hand. "I really wanted to lose my virginity. Why not to your brother? If he was anything like you I knew I could trust him...and he's so easy on the eyes." She sighed. "I didn't realize it was Spencer wearing your brother's skin."
Dean's grip on the steering wheel proved painful as his narrowed eyes stayed on the road ahead on them.
"We didn't-Sam overpowered Spencer and threw him out before-God I was mortified when I realized what had almost happened!" Chloe groaned, shaking her head, finally tearing her hands from her face. "But he was so nice about everything and didn't tell anyone and, well, I've still got my virginity intact." She made a face. "Sometimes it's hard to look at Jess though because I feel a little guilty—even though they weren't together at the time."
"So...you have a thing for my little brother."
"No!" And yet she was blushing like crazy. "I don't! Really!"
Dean snorted, gaze going to the sign letting them know they were entering the town where his father was. "You were going to give up your virginity to him."
"I already told you, I want to get rid of this." She frowned at him. "Every psycho I meet seems to know I'm a virgin and wants to take it himself. I want to lose it on my own terms, to someone who doesn't disgust me, or scare me. Sam was perfect." She folded her arms over her chest, pouting moodily. "I tried with Wade...but I couldn't."
"The fuck?" Dean choked on his saliva, turning to look at her in disbelief. "He's too old for you!"
"What are you? My father?" Chloe raised an eyebrow, definitely annoyed as she glared at him.
No, I'm not your father, and the easiest way to tell is that I actually give a damn about you!
But he managed to bite that back as he returned her glare full-force.
The rest of the drive was done in tense silence as they made their way towards the motel where his father was currently holed up in. It was a shitty little place like usual, and a lot shittier than the ones Dean only now realized he'd stayed in so far on this road trip. Usually these were the type of motels he'd go to automatically, but with the teenage girl in tow the hunter realized he'd subconsciously chosen better places for her to spend the nights in.
Shaking his head at that, Dean got a room with two queens and paid for it with one of his credit cards, this one under the name Angus Young, ushering the moody girl into the room.
Chloe hesitated for a second once she did so, shouldering her duffel bag despite his silent offer to take it for her. "Wow."
Dean flinched, closing the door behind them and getting a good view of the place.
"It's like the 40's got sick and vomited all over this room!" Chloe exclaimed, heading towards the bed furthest from the door, already knowing him enough to know that he preferred to sleep between her and the door. "This is so retro!"
Dean made a face, dropping his own bag on his bed and looking around, wondering why this bothered him all of a sudden. If the girl didn't care, why did he?
She dropped her bag and hurried towards the bathroom, flinging the door open and peeking her head inside as she flipped on the light switch. "Whoa."
Making a face, Dean scratched his eyebrow. "Get, uh, comfortable. I'm going to go make sure that dad's actually in this motel."
She waved him away, far too interested in whatever was in the damned bathroom.
Shuffling his weight on his feet, Dean grunted and turned to the door, making sure to lock it behind him. He looked to his left and right, making sure that there were no suspicious looking characters around before pocketing his keys and walking towards the room number his father had told him he'd be in.
Finally finding the number, Dean let out a breath of air before knocking on the door. "Dad, it's me."
There was a hesitation before the door was unlocked and opened enough for a vial of holy water to be sprinkled on his face. "Christo!"
Dean wiped at the water on his face. "Hello to you too."
The door closed, the chain removed, and then the door opened again to reveal his father. "Can never be too sure, especially considering how happy you were to just play the civilian for two whole months."
Dean cleared his throat, venturing inside as his father locked the door behind him. The younger hunter opened his mouth when he frowned, seeing the newspaper clippings and such pinned up. "You're on a case."
"Of course I am." John scoffed, going to the desk, where his journal and other items were placed. "Unlike someone I actually do my job."
Dean bit back his surprising surge of annoyance with his father, the feeling throwing him through a loop. He had always been the exemplary son, the perfect soldier who lived for the hunt and followed his father's orders without question. Since when had he started getting annoyed and frustrated and resentful?
"There's been some killings that have been going around attributed to a tall, slender person with elongated face who has glowing red eyes and spews out blue or green fire from his mouth. Supposedly he's fast and witnesses have said they've seen him jumping great heights." John went to his board, going over the facts. "The victims have been young girls, their ages ranging from thirteen to nineteen. There's been sexual molestation in most, if not all, of the cases."
Dean felt himself go sick as he stared at the pictures of the bodies of these girls, all broken and exposed. He'd seen so much worse since he was a child...so why did these pictures affect him so deeply?
"They've been sliced up by some pointed steel device...which isn't that big if the incisions can be believed." John was mechanical as he relayed the facts. "It's almost claw-like, but I don't know of anything that has steel claws."
Dean bit the inside of his cheek, staring at the pictures of the young girls.
"The attacks have stopped for a couple of nights now, and I'm worried whatever did this is already moving on to the next town. I've been tracking it for five towns now and if something doesn't change I'm going to lose this fucker again." John glared at the police photographs as if they were the ones to blame. "I can't let him slip through my fingers...but I'm beginning to fear that his type of girl has been hunted out of this town."
"What?" Dean frowned, turning to his father. "Type?"
"Look at them, they're all similar." John pointed towards the board. "They're only children, daughters of influential men in their communities, and from what I can tell, exemplary girls. There are honor students, and the ones who volunteered for charity events, or the captains of their high school sports or academic clubs." He pointed to a young redhead. "That was the last victim, thirteen, a musical prodigy who spent most of her free time volunteering at a senior center here. She was taken at night, just like everyone else, and her little sister said she saw a man jump out from the sky, grab her, and jump away taking the girl with him. As always the man was declared as having glowing red eyes."
Dean had the sudden urge to return back to his motel room and check out how Chloe was doing, but that urge annoyed him and he fought it, squaring his shoulders. "I need to talk to you."
"It can wait until we finish this case and get rid of this monster, whatever it is." John dismissed him and his desires, like always.
"No." Dean surprised them both with that one word. "I need to talk to you now."
"Boy." John frowned at him, turning towards him. "I told you we'd talk about whatever you want to talk about after this case is closed and that's when we're going to talk about it."
"And I told you that won't do." Dean clenched his fists. "I need to know now."
"Seems like these two months have made you forget who's in charge of this whole operation." John growled. "You show me more respect!"
"I respect you, sir." Dean assured him, yet didn't back down. "But I'm not going to fold on this one. I have questions, and by god you're going to fucking answer them!"
John looked like he didn't know how to handle this, narrowing his eyes. "What is so important that you can't wait for this case to be closed? That you would risk this happening to some other girl?"
Dean steeled himself, almost afraid to ask-to get the answer. "Why would someone say that mom tainted herself for you?"
John went still, eyes widening and face paling. "Who said that?"
Taking in a deep breath, Dean cleared his throat. "A psychotic bitch about to kill Chloe said that she had to die because, like mom for you, Chloe had tainted herself for me. She insinuated that she knew who killed mom."
John collapsed on the seat, running his shaky hand over his head. "Did you sleep with that kid?"
"What? No!" Dean snapped, agitation filling his body. "She isn't even legal yet! That girl's a virgin! I didn't touch her!"
John raised an eyebrow at him before standing up. "What else did this bitch tell you?" His intensity was growing as the shock left his body. "She's the first real lead we've had. So tell me she's alive and locked up somewhere so I can go and...ask her nicely."
Dean shook his head. "I killed her."
At first there was nothing, and then John snarled as he slammed his fist down on the table in fury. "How could you be so fucking stupid?!"
"She was going to kill Chloe." Dean replied calmly, narrowed eyes on his infuriated father. "I made the choice to save the girl."
"She could have given us so much information on your mother's death and her murderer! Don't you want to solve the mystery? Don't you fucking care anymore to avenge her?" John nearly screamed in his fury, clenching his fists.
"That's not the point!" Dean snarled right back at his father, surprising himself so very much as he slammed his fist sideways into the wall hard enough to make the board with his father's articles shake. "Whoever killed mom is after Chloe for the same reason they killed mom for! And what fucking matters is that it's our fault! I don't know why but mom was killed because of you!" He lowered his head. "And if I don't figure out what's going on and how to stop it, Chloe's going to be killed because of me." His body trembled with white fury as he raised his gaze to meet his father's. "So if you have any idea how mother could have tainted herself for you, tell me."
John stared at him, all fury gone, instead shock and horror filling his face as he once more collapsed onto his seat. "No." He was shaking as he pressed his hands to his face. "I-I don't know what that means."
Dean closed his eyes in horrible disappointment as he leaned heavily against the wall, staring at the ceiling. "I need to find out. I need to protect her."
John remained seated, hunched over, hands covering his face. "Have you asked her?"
"Why the hell not?" John slid his hands free and frowned. "Any idiot would know that'd be the next course of action!"
Dean flinched, looking away. "When we were in Hope, and I was knocked out, a guy came in to finish the deal and kill me. She distracted him, and was nearly raped by the bastard because of it. The only reason she wasn't was because the ghost of Hathaway entered her and killed him for nearly desecrating the only "untouched womb" in the damned place."
John frowned. "You think this is how she tainted herself for you? By 'distracting' this guy?"
"I don't know." Letting out a little breath, Dean pushed away from the wall, heading towards the door. "Either way I'm not about to ask the girl to relive that." He shook his head. "We're in room #6."
"You brought her here?"
Dean hesitated at the door, his back to his father as he snorted softly. "Like I would let her out of my sight for as long as it'd take to come here and get back."
And with that he opened the door, slid out, and closed it behind him.