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
Dean hadn't looked her in the eye since she'd awoken.
The doctors had wanted to keep her a bit longer for observation and to run some tests to make sure that she was truly fine, and although she'd made her feelings on the matter clear Dean hadn't listened to the girl at all, instead telling the doctors to keep Chloe as long as they saw fit. He'd then left and hadn't returned since. It'd been hours ago, and Chloe had undergone numerous tests, all telling the doctors what she'd already known: she was perfectly healthy.
The blonde sat by the window in her hospital room, staring out at the dark parking lot below, noticing how there wasn't a Chevy Impala parked there, not that she'd expected to find the 'Pala. She sighed, wondering what exactly had happened during her missing time. Obviously it'd been serious considering that not only had she been in a mini coma and suffering from seizures, but much more importantly, Dean was avoiding her because of it.
Was Dean angry with her because she kept getting into trouble? Was she getting on his last nerve? Was he pissed off because she was being more and more burdensome to have around? Maybe being here with his dad reminded him what he was missing out on while he wasted his time babysitting her?
The blonde pulled a shock of hair behind her ear before pressing her forehead against the cool glass.
It was to be expected, really.
She'd run her family away, why not him as well?
Despite the fact that she could understand that she'd somehow driven him away, had in fact quite expected it, the realization hurt.
It really hurt.
Movement in the parking lot caught her attention, and she narrowed her eyes as she tried to make out the figure clouded in darkness. It was tall, somehow very masculine despite being so camouflaged by the shadows, and lean. It rose its gaze towards her and the girl caught a glimpse of burning red eyes before it crouched down, long legs bent, and leapt into the air, disappearing from sight.
Chloe gasped, jerking away from the window.
She'd just seen Spring-Heeled Jack!
It really was him!
He was here!
She needed to call Dean!
She needed to-!
The blonde stopped amidst her desperate dash towards her bag, where her cellular was on vibrate. She hesitated, worrying her bottom lip as she contemplated whether she should really call the hunter. On one hand she'd seen the thing his father was after, and yet on the other Dean had seemed really pissed. Would he even answer the call if he saw that it was her number? Did she want to find out?
Gulping, the blonde sighed and reached into her bag, rummaging around before her hand came into contact with the phone, flipping it open as she hesitated once more.
Maybe a text message would be better?
She could subject it urgent.
He'd read it then, right?
Shaking her right leg nervously, Chloe entered in her text message to his device, deciding to make it short and unto the point, doing her best to not irritate him further.
Just saw Spring-Heel from my window...please let your father know it's still in town.
She pressed send and flipped the phone closed, holding it to her heart before dropping it back into her bag.
The door opened and someone slipped into the room.
Chloe's eyes widened. "You."
The woman from the diner closed the door behind her.
Clearing her throat, Chloe pushed back the slight hysteria that built, trying for a little smile. "Hannah, right?"
The woman nodded.
Chloe hugged herself tightly. "How are you?"
The phone started to vibrate loudly with a call.
"You need to come with me." Hannah replied with a strange calmness to her. "You need to leave with me before he comes for you."
"Who?" Chloe narrowed her eyes at the woman. "Who is coming?"
"The same thing that took all those girls...he's been watching you." Hannah explained. "He's knows."
Chloe hugged herself tighter. "What are you talking about?"
The phone stopped vibrating, and then started once more.
"I don't have time for this." Hannah reached into her pocket and pulled out something in her clenched fist. "I'd hoped I wouldn't have to use this again." With that she opened her fist and blew the green powder into Chloe's face.
Dean couldn't face her.
Instead he'd gone to his father's motel room, trying to find where the man had disappeared to. John should have been at the hospital when they woke up but he hadn't been, and the only reason Dean could come up with for that was that something had happened case-wise. But considering he'd definitely seen a creature in Chloe's nightmares, even if only briefly, it confused the young hunter.
Shamefully enough though, that wasn't what dominated his mind. In fact, once he'd realized his father wasn't at the motel, Dean had just gotten in his car and driven, destination: nowhere. He'd just needed to feel his baby purr beneath him as his mind was in chaos over all he'd learnt over so short a time.
The abuse Chloe had gone through was horrifying and haunting, but that too took a backseat to the vision that would forever scar Dean: the image of her crying over his dead body, of her making a deal with a demon for him. For him.
He slammed the palm of his hand into the steering wheel as he cursed, pressing down on the accelerator.
That little girl had taken a demon's hand for him.
She'd been offered everything in the world, she could have wished herself and her cousin out of there in the blink of an eye, and yet she'd wished for the life of a stranger to be returned.
Dean ran his fingers through his hair, fighting the choking feeling climbing up his chest.
This was how she'd tainted herself-by accepting a contract with a devil-for him.
This was what his mother had done for his father.
He slammed his hand into the steering wheel once more, the car swerving slightly on the road.
Why hadn't Chloe told him?
Why hadn't she told anyone?
Why had she just let him drive away with his father and Caleb without saying one word?
She'd tied herself to a demon, to servitude until certain conditions were met, and she did this while letting him leave! She'd never expected to see him again, the look on her face when she'd seen him in her home said it all, and yet she'd done all that...
Dean was fucking pissed!
It was why he couldn't be near her right now, not while in this state.
All he wanted to do was confront her, scream and shake her. He wanted to break things, kick things, and curse up a fucking storm!
How could she-?
Dean closed his eyes tightly despite the fact he was driving, letting out a loud sigh before finally opening his eyes once more.
Was she still bound to the contract?
The fear that fueled the fury finally began to emerge.
Was she still being ordered around by that demon?
Did it still have her in its clutches?
Was she still smiling at Dean, pretending everything was alright, when things were literally going to hell?
Dean took the curve at breakneck speed.
How could he have not known?
How could he have not suspected anything?
He knew how badly he'd been from the accident before he blacked out...before he died.
How could he not have been more suspicious when he woke up merely sore?
He'd been so damn overconfident!
And then he'd gone a whole year on his own, not knowing that that kid was in demonic servitude because of him.
He'd been living the life, doing his own thing, and she'd been...
Damn it all to hell!
Dean stepped on the breaks, the Impala screeching loudly, complaining as it came to a standstill in the highway, skidding slightly before finally stopping.
Letting out a little whimper, Dean hunched over, letting go of the steering wheel and bringing his hands to his face.
His phone rang.
He ignored it, closing his eyes tightly.
The ringing was persistent.
Dean snarled, reaching in his pocket, flipping the lid open to reject the call when he saw the number.
It was Sammy.
Was he calling to snap at him about Chloe once more?
Dean had pent up fury and needed to take it out on someone!
Accepting the call, Dean brought it to his ear and opened his mouth to tell his brother to go screw his girlfriend and leave him the fuck alone.
"Are you with dad?" Sam's voice was urgent, a hint of hysteria squeaking his words. "Jesus Dean! Answer me! Are you and Chloe somewhere with dad?"
"So what if we are?" Dean snapped, viciously relieved to be able to let out some of his anger, even if it was misdirected. "It's none of your fucking business-."
"Where's Chloe now?" Sam interrupted, not seeming at all to notice, or care, about Dean's need to vent and rage. "Is she with you?"
"No, and you know what? You need to stop-!"
"Goddamn it Dean! Go back to her! Now!" Sam once more interrupted, his voice growing more desperate. "I don't understand why, but dad's going to do something to her!"
Dean went still, all his fury disappearing, replaced by confusion and fear. "What the hell are you talking about? Dad would never-."
"I don't have time to explain this but you have to believe me, okay?" Sam's voice wobbled. "You have to get her and take her far away from dad! She's in danger!"
"Dad would never-!"
"Dean!" Sam yelled. "Dean please! Just trust me!"
Tightening his grip on the steering wheel, Dean turned it brusquely, pressing hard on the accelerator, the 'Pala's tires shrieking as he performed a sharp U-turn in the thankfully empty road before speeding back in the direction he'd come from.
"Talk to me, Sammy. What the hell is going on?"
"I don't have time to explain it, but you've got to trust me on this." Sam sounded worried, tired. "You have to get to her, Dean. I'm going to hang up on you and continue calling her...I just hope we're not too late."
And with that he hung up.
Dean pressed the accelerator down as far as it would go.
The girl lay on the bed, a silk slip adorning her body, riding high on her thighs, its shortness and her position barely keeping her decent. A necklace adorned her chest, resting beside the scars on her chest, symbols carved into the amulet. She was asleep, peaceful, her hair around her on the cushion like golden waves.
"Are you sure we need to go to these extremes?" Krista asked softly, gazing down into the room, hugging herself.
"Until she's a woman they're going to keep sniffing around her. It's better for her to cross this threshold with as little violence as possible." Hannah replied, far less insane than she appeared, gazing down at the sleeping girl. "Life's going to be difficult on its own. She doesn't even have to know this ever happened, but it will ease her situation."
"I don't understand why you felt the necessity to put on the charade in the bathroom." Krista worried her bottom lip. "Why show yourself and in such a manner? I was sure she was going to blurt out everything to the hunters she was with! I still don't get why she didn't!"
"I wanted to scare her." The woman admitted wryly. "Wanted to see how she'd react." She raised an eyebrow. "She lived up to my expectations, she's worthy of my help."
"That was unnecessarily cruel." Krista frowned, folding her arms over her chest. "And to use Maddie in the deception? That was low."
Hannah flinched, gazing away from the sleeping girl. "She looks so much like her-it makes me furious."
"Don't take it out on the girl." Krista reprimanded. "It's not her fault."
"I know." Hannah sighed, shaking her head. "I misdirected my anger and need to be cruel. But I'm making it up by doing this now, aren't I? When this is over she won't be in danger of being thrown over the threshold so viciously...she's lucky she hasn't been forcefully taken yet."
Krista made a face. "But doesn't this seem like rape?"
"No, she will have no memory of it ever happening. Whenever she decides to do this of her own free will, in her mind, it will be her first time. That's the way it should be- this will give her the time she needs to finish growing up." Hannah replied firmly, quite sure of this as the door to the bedroom below opened and a man slowly walked inside. "It's the least I can do after letting her down the way I have."
"It wasn't your fault." Krista ran her fingers through her hair. "You couldn't have known that would happen."
"I should have known. If I had done things differently the situation would be drastically different and she'd have been prepared and wouldn't have to go through this right now." Hannah responded curtly before sighing, gaze returning to where Chloe Sullivan slept peacefully. "She seems to be somehow fighting the soulmate sigils placed on her by that meddling cupid...that...intrigues me."
"I don't understand why they placed the soulmate sigils on her and the man to begin with." Krista admitted softly. "The children of the previous Asset are still alive and in their prime. I understand why they placed the sigils on the Asset and the Marine; they couldn't stand each other initially despite the fact that they were needed to create the True Vessels." The woman frowned. "But the True Vessels are already here. Why do they still do this then?"
"That is a very good question." Hannah replied as she stared down at the girl, and at the man staring down at her by the side of the bed. "Maybe they fear that one of the True Vessels has become...incapable of following his predestined role and want to make sure that another, a replacement, is at the ready when the time comes?"
"But what could make a True Vessel incapable of doing what he was born for?" Krista just couldn't understand it. "Their parents were manipulated into being together so that they could be born. Their whole existence was merely for this purpose. There should be nothing that could make them incapable of doing what they were created for...their sole purpose in the whole design."
Hannah remained silent, gazing below as John Winchester lowered himself onto the bed.
Dean swerved to a stop, barely missing the bloody girl on the road. She was lying there, crying, reaching out towards him, begging. Her body had been sliced, and the blood coating her inner thighs proved that she was just as abused internally as well. The girl looked Chloe's age, with black hair and blue eyes that were brightened by the dark bruises covering her face.
In the shadows, on the side of the road, he could see red eyes glowing, watching, waiting.
Sam's warning echoed in his head, but Dean couldn't just drive away, he couldn't go and leave this girl to a horrible fate.
Cursing, the young hunter grabbed his gun and kicked the door open.
His father wouldn't hurt Chloe.