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
Stretching, Chloe smiled as she awoke, the sunlight bright on her face. The blonde groaned as she lazed around in bed, feeling horribly tired as if she hadn't slept a wink last night although she knew that it'd been the best sleep she'd had in a long time.
Shaking her head, the girl slipped out of the bed and hurried towards the bathroom, winking at her reflection in the mirror before going to start the shower. The water was cold enough to warm her up and as she lathered her body the blonde hummed to herself, bobbing her head as she began to sing loudly. For some reason she was in a great mood and couldn't keep still or stop grinning.
Turning off the shower and slipping out of the bathroom, Chloe wrapped the towel around her body as she went to the closet, opening it as she gazed at her clothes, wondering what to wear. She grabbed a yellow dress and went to the standing mirror, bringing it to her body as she gazed at her reflection.
Behind her, something flashed dark and foreboding, black mass and red eyes...but before she could look up from her own reflection it was gone.
Smiling, deciding that this would be what she'd wear today, Chloe let her towel fall to her feet as she slipped into the dress. It fit snugly around her body, accentuating her curves while its neckline dipped low, giving a hint of her breasts.
The window rattled before two hands pushed the glass upwards, opening it, a long body slowly pulling itself into her room.
Gaze following the movement in the reflection of her mirror, Chloe turned as the thing stood towering over her.
The figure took a step towards her.
The smile melted from Chloe's face as horror filled her. "You shouldn't be here."
"What do you mean you don't know what's wrong?" Dean snapped at the doctor, barely keeping himself in check. "You're a doctor! It's what you're here for!"
"Dean, calm down." John leaned against the wall, arms folded over his chest. "Let the doctor finish what he's saying."
The doctor, far too old to be so incompetent, cleared his throat, seeming to instinctively know he was in danger. "A-a-as I s-s-said, we've run all sorts of tests on her and nothing is wrong. She's healthy...although there's a curious substance covering her heart area that's solidified into some sort of shield." He seemed to think that over before shaking his head and continuing. "Despite that, we could find no plausible reason for these...seizures."
Dean's light hazel gaze went to where the girl was strapped in the hospital bed, had been there since last night, thankfully still for the moment. He'd known something was wrong, the whole sleepwalking seemed to have been some sort of foreboding omen, and yet he hadn't been prepared to emerge from the bathroom minutes after bringing her back to the room to find her having a violent seizure on the bed. They'd rushed her to the hospital and she'd been seizing over and over again at various intervals.
"What-what's interesting is that when we performed our various brains scans we found that the activity in her limbic system is off the charts."
"Limbic system?" Dean made a face.
"It's a primitive part of the brain that controls not only our dreams, but our emotions. It also orchestrates our instincts, sexual behaviors, drives, and flight-or-flight response." The doctor explained, holding his chart to his chest.
"What does that mean, exactly?" John raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I can't say for sure," the doctor hesitated. "But it would seem like she's having one hell of a dream."
"She failed." Uriel grumbled, quite displeased with how things were progressing.
"She hasn't failed." Azazel sipped on his milkshake, quite at ease as they watched the youth saunter around.
"Has Luthor contacted you?" Uriel raised an eyebrow.
"Nope." Azazel didn't seem too bothered by that though, taking another long sip of his milkshake. "This is delicious. You really should try one next time you're in town."
A muscle ticked in Uriel's eyebrow as the angel shook his head and looked away, taking a long gulp of his beer. "The Asset-."
"Must first taint herself through a deal with the son of the devil, and then she must lead another on the crossroads of eternity down to perdition." Azazel repeated what he knew by heart, rolling his eyes at the uptight angel. "I chose Luthor because he hates his father as much as he wants his respect. He will summon me...and fulfill the next requirement."
"You better be right." Uriel finished his beer with a grumble.
"I am." Azazel suddenly paused, tilting his head to the right, before smirking. "What did I tell you?" Chuckling, he stood, pushing the rest of his shake towards the irate angel. "Have some."
And with that the demon disappeared towards the RV on the Luthor land.
Uriel glared at the spot the demon had been, before reaching for the half-finished shake and grudgingly taking a sip of it. He paused, eyes widening.
"It's not horrible."
Not that he'd ever tell the demon that.
"Why do you have African Dream Root in your bag?" Dean narrowed his eyes at his father as the man placed the root into a teacup, filling it with hot water from his thermos, adding other ingredients.
"Because the other victims were in this sort of state right before they died." John replied, back to the closed door. "I'm figuring this is the "fits" that Chloe mentioned."
"Wait, you knew about this?" Dean snapped.
"The creature must have gotten to Chloe while she was outside sleepwalking." John stirred the mixture, letting it seep. "What I don't understand is why it didn't abduct and rape her like the other victims. It should have." He sniffed the tea. "Makes me wonder if they were put in this dream-state to facilitate it somehow and not because of what it did to them."
"You think the creature's attacking them while they're in this state?" Dean went still.
"I can't be too certain, but I'm arriving at that hypothesis." John nodded, going towards the girl and yanking out a strand of her hair, dropping it into his cup. "All I know for certain is that the only way I'll find out is to see what's going on in there and get her to wake up."
"Wait, you're going to dreamwalk?" Dean narrowed his eyes.
"Yes." John brought the cup to his mouth.
"No offence sir, but I think I should be the one to do so." Dean replied, standing tall.
"This is my hunt, boy." John narrowed his eyes.
"Not to be disrespectful, sir, but you're more interested in the outcome of your hunt than in her well-being." Dean steeled himself. "You also need to be awake in case this doesn't end up related to the hunt, instead one of her weird episodes."
John reacted to that, taking in a deep breath. "It's her dream, she needs to realize that. If this thing is attacking her, she ultimately has the power if she can just realize it."
Dean nodded, taking the cup from his father's hand, drinking it all before the man could change his mind, going to sit down on the chair next to the hospital bed. He sighed and closed his eyes, waiting for the sinking, sleepy feeling of the African Dream Root taking effect, but after a couple of minutes of nothing he groaned.
"It's not working." Opening his eyes, Dean froze, finding himself not in the hospital anymore, instead in the middle of Smallville High, the Torch office to be specific.
A younger Chloe laughed happily, wearing a spaghetti shirt that dipped low to her breasts, revealing her unblemished chest, no scars in sight. She sat on the desk, dangling her legs as she chatted with a guy who was fixing the computers.
Dean hesitated where he sat by a computer on another desk.
He'd never seen her smile like that, so openly, so carefree.
"Well, I'm done." The boy declared, finally standing up. "If it gives you any more trouble just let me know, okay?"
"Thanks again Van." Chloe stood as well. "I know you have plans tonight so I really appreciate you doing this."
"Don't sweat it Chloe." Van smiled before heading out. "Now don't stay here too late, okay? It's not safe. This is Smallville."
"Sure." She nodded, pushing off of the desk. "I just need to finish something quickly then I'll be off."
"Okay." Van saluted before walking out.
Chloe smiled at his retreating figure before going to the computer, typing something into it.
Dean cleared his throat. "Uh, Chloe?"
She didn't react to the sound, finishing whatever she was doing, the printer starting to work. "Good."
"Chloe." Dean tried again, coming towards her, placing his hand on her shoulder-his hand going right through her.
The mixture mustn't have been strong enough because he was definitely in her dreams, but wasn't here enough to actually let her know he was there!
Chloe looked up, frowning. "Hello?
Dean looked up, hopeful she'd heard him.
She walked passed him towards the door. "Hello?"
Dean frowned, following her out, and then pausing when as he passed the threshold he realized they were now in the Sullivan house and not at the school anymore. It was the same day though, probably after Chloe had left school, because she was wearing the same clothes.
"Daddy?" Chloe called, slowly made her way towards the living room. "Is that you?"
Dean followed her, stepping inside in time to walk through her as she paused, staring at someone in shock.
A woman stood there. One could tell she'd been beautiful once upon a time ago with her pale skin, dark hair and pale blue eyes.
"Mom?" Chloe whispered, voice breaking.
Dean froze in horror, going sick as he suddenly realized what Chloe was dreaming of. "No."
The woman didn't seem able to see him either, staring at her daughter. "It's been a long time, hasn't it, Chloe?"
"What are you doing here?" Chloe asked softly, staring up at her.
"I'm doing something I should have done a long time ago." Moira Sullivan responded, eyeing the girl oddly. "I'd hoped-but you're his daughter. The devil is in your veins, and I need to bleed you dry to save you."
"What?" Chloe's voice broke as she began to tremble. "What are you talking about?"
"Your father's the devil, honey. And he has so much planned for you...plans I can't let happen." She took a step towards her. "Once you become a woman, it'll be too late, and you're almost one already. I have to stop you before you do his bidding."
"Mom-." Chloe whimpered, taking a step backwards.
Moira took a step towards her. "Don't fight the will of the Lord."
Dean moved between them. "Don't you fucking get any closer to her you psycho bitch!"
Moira pulled the hand she'd been keeping behind her out, the large knife glistening in the light.
Chloe's eyes widened before she screamed and took off, hurrying towards the stairs.
Moira dashed after her, through Dean, grabbing the girl on the stairs by her hair and yanking her back viciously, causing her daughter to trip and tumble down the rest of the stairs. And as soon as the girl hit the ground Moira was over her, using her disorientation against her as she straddled her hips, raising the knife high over her head and bringing it down hard on the girl's chest. The blade slid in to the hilt, the psychopath ignoring her child's screams as she slowly dragged the blade downwards through the skin, slicing it deeply.
"Why do you resist the Lord's salvation?" She screamed.
Chloe was struggling, begging, screaming and crying.
"You truly are the devil's child, you spawn of Lucifer and hell!" Moira yanked out the bloodied knife before twisting the angle and bringing back down to the hilt, carving up the rest of the upside cross in her daughter's chest. "The mark of Cain is upon you!" She pressed down all her weight on the blade. "May this blade pierce your heart and stop the evil which you will bring!"
Dean was desperate. No matter how many times he tried to pull or push or kick the woman off he couldn't do anything, useless to stop the attack. All he could do was watch as Chloe begged and pleaded, the woman slapping her face, punching her, stabbing and re-stabbing the slices on her heart, desperate to kill the girl who would not die.
He was sick, boneless as her blood flowed against him on the floor.
Finally, somehow, the girl managed to knock her mother off of her and crawled to the bathroom, locking it behind her just as her mother threw herself against the wood.
Dean was on his feet, finding himself able to glide through the door as he found the young girl lying on the ground, covered in her own blood and lying in a puddle of it. She'd managed to pull the knife out and seemed barely conscious. Silent tears made their way down her cheeks.
Moira screamed as she tried to break down the door.
The hunter sat down next to Chloe, his clothes soaking in more of her blood. He clenched his fists at his inability to do anything...at the realization that this was what she'd gone through. He'd known it'd been horrible, but he'd never expected the brutality and sheer evil he'd witnessed...and the thought of Chloe reliving this torment every night just made him want to scream and cry.
Dean brought his blood-stained hands to his face, letting out a little choked sound, before taking in a deep breath and removing them from his face...finding that the scene had changed while he'd had his eyes covered.
Instead of the bathroom they were now in a hospital in what was probably Metropolis considering that there was only a clinic in Smallville and this was not it.
Chloe was stitched up, hooked to machines, and seemed to be sedated.
Gabriel Sullivan sat by her side, shocking Dean with just how broken the man seemed. He just didn't fit the image the hunter had of him. This man seemed to adore his daughter and was terrified, guilty...he looked like he could understand this white hot impotence running through Dean's veins at the moment.
"She should be dead, the girl is incredibly lucky." A doctor was telling him. "We've found a strange substance shielding her heart, after analysis we discovered it to be solidified meteor dust and rock particles. She must have breathed in a considerable amount some years ago and it somehow formed a barrier around her heart-it's the only reason why the blade didn't break through and pierce the heart."
Gabe lowered his head, crying.
Dean found himself shocked at this. The man was completely broken down.
What had changed to turn this Gabriel into the one Dean knew of today?
Things seemed to speed up, people moving in and out rapidly, as if the dream was being fast-forwarded, and then Moira was there again to finish her job but Chloe fought her off and the psycho was pulled off of her daughter by others.
Only now did the dream return to normal speed, words being able to be heard again.
"I'm doing the Lord's work!" Moira screamed as she was dragged away. "She needs to die before she becomes a woman! She's Satan's tool! I have to stop her!"
"I'm so sorry honey." Gabe cried next to his daughter. "I'm so sorry!"
The teenager didn't answer.
Chloe didn't even look at him.
The blonde sat still on the bed, staring ahead of her, completely catatonic.
The girl had just gone through another seizure, this one more violent than the others. Dean hadn't been that peaceful either, his face stricken, pale, furious. Whatever had happened had been horrible, and John couldn't understand why Dean hadn't woken her up by now.
The dream was fast-forwarding again. Days and weeks seemed to pass with Chloe in some catatonic state. Even with her father being constantly by her side looking after her...even with Lois arriving soon afterwards to hold vigil as well...the girl didn't react to anything or anyone. It was as if her body was there, but her mind was somewhere else entirely.
Dean watched everything happening around him rapidly, how people came and left, how clothes changed, her bandages were changed, and slowly her wounds started to heal, scarring. She was finally taken home and stayed a couple of weeks more in bed, staring ahead of her unseeingly.
Finally the fast-forwarding stopped, and he found himself in real-time once more.
Lois was asleep on the bed next to her, having spent the whole night.
The hunter sat down next to Chloe, to the pale mouse, and tried to see the girl he knew.
She wasn't there.
Those eyes were vacant.
"Chloe?" He whispered, hesitating a second before reaching out to brush a blonde lock of hair out of her eyes.
Suddenly, for the first time in far too long, Chloe blinked, her eyes shifting towards him. "Dean?"
He grinned, smiling brightly, but then the light above them exploded, and he brought his hands up to shield his gaze.
There was a growl.
Someone was crying.
When the light dimmed down and Dean removed his hand from his eyes they weren't in the bedroom anymore. His eyes widened as he recognized the cellar in Hope, his stomach going sick as he realized what this was, what he was about to see.
"Dean." Chloe cried, his body pale, his head resting on her lap. "Please don't die! Please!"
"Chloe?" The hunter tried, but whatever had helped him break through before was gone, and he was no longer visible or audible to her. She also seemed to have even forgotten he'd been there at all, stuck in the moment of this memory.
"You can't die." Chloe whispered brokenly, her tears falling into his face, washing away the blood that covered his face.
Dean frowned as he looked at himself.
He looked-he looked-dead.
But he wasn't, he hadn't-.
This wasn't how it'd happened!
"What I am going to do?" Chloe whispered, staring down into his face, horribly scared and terribly lost. "I can't save her, I need you Dean.Please come back."
"He's dead." Another voice announced as suddenly out of the shadows of the darkest corner a man appeared. "You know that. His heart was pierced by his broken ribs. He's gone. He's no good to you now."
Dean remained frozen.
Chloe closed her eyes tightly, bowing her head.
"I can help you." The man spoke. "I can save you."
Dean narrowed his eyes, turning towards the man. What the hell-?
Chloe looked up at him, wary yet hopeful. "How?"
"I can give you anything you ask for." The man came closer before bending on his knees to eye her face to face. "I can grant you anything you want, anything."
Dean felt a cold chill race up and down his spine as a horrifying thought began to register. "No."
The girl was trembling. "Who are you?"
He smiled, his eyes flashing gold. "I'm a friend."
Chloe tightened her grip on the dead Dean's shirt. "I don't have friends. Especially not here."
"I am your friend." He replied, reaching out to wipe at a tear falling down her cheek. "What do you want? What do you need?"
"What do you want?" She whispered back unflinchingly. "What do you need?"
He smiled. "Such a smart little girl."
She just stared at him.
"Chloe." Dean tried, even though he knew she couldn't hear him. "Don't agree to anything this guy says! Chloe don't-!"
"Just three conditions." He replied. "Complete them and you will be free."
"I won't hurt anyone." She whispered.
"I won't ask you for that." He replied. "I will just ask you to retrieve an item, give someone a message, and leave a non-ticking package somewhere for someone else to pick up. That is all."
"That's all?" She asked softly.
"You have my word." He replied, reaching out his hand towards her. "Just tell me what you want."
Dean shook his head. "Chloe..."
The blonde stared down at the hunter whose head was nestled in her lap, his face almost a pale blue. She took in a deep breath before staring up at the demon in front of her. "Bring him back to life."
Dean collapsed to his knees.
"What?" The demon asked in obvious surprise. "I can take you out of here. I can destroy everyone in this town. I'll do it happily." He waggled his eyebrows. "To be honest I'll enjoy it immensely. They're annoying as hell...and I know hell quite intimately so I know what I'm talking about"
"Can you bring him back?" The fragile child asked.
The demon cleared his throat before nodding. "Yes, I can."
"Then do it." She ordered, placing her hand in his. "Otherwise, leave."
"Okay then little girl." The demon sighed before closing his fingers around hers. "It's a deal." His went molted gold. "You're going to get possessed now, I can feel him coming, but I'll block this from your mind so he doesn't know. An extra little favor for you, for free. I'll also give him a little excuse for why my host is here, so...apologies in advance for the split lip."
And then Chloe gasped as something descended visibly on her...and the demon's host attacked, tearing at her clothes and slapping her face hard.
Dean watched as Hathaway, in Chloe's body, reacted to the physical attack, fighting off one of his 'followers' and ending up killing him with the knife on him.
Chloe then held her head, covered in blood, obviously fighting the control Hathaway had on her before she once more went catatonic.
The hunter could practically see the life and color returning to his body as bones cracked loudly, reforming, his cuts closing up.
Margaret's words haunted him. "She tainted herself for you the same way in which your mother tainted herself for your father."
On his knees, Dean stared at his body, at the possessed girl, and at the host the demon had inhabited, everything finally falling into horrifying place. "No."