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Spring-Heeled Jack 13/14 
16th-Sep-2012 09:56 am

Title: Spring-Heeled Jack
Sequel to: See No Evil
Characters: Chloe Sullivan, Dean Winchester, Lex Luthor, John Winchester...
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Rating: T
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

She'd felt bad about leaving John unconscious in the room, but the blonde had seen Hannah move away from the observation window above and the memory of the woman blowing green powder into her face both outside of her motel room and inside of her hospital room returned to her. A part of her was scared, but another really wondered whether the woman wanted to hurt her. Of course, this had obviously been a set up to have John sleep with her, but it hadn't been a violent encounter, had it? And there were the woman's reactions to her to consider.

Finding the stairwell, Chloe hurried upwards, eyes darting around her as she tried to see in the shadows around her. She tried keeping her ears open for sounds as well, but there was nothing but her own breaths as she continued up the large spiral.

Finally making it to the next floor, Chloe stepped out of the stairwell and onto the long corridor, frowning when she realized that the walls were made of glass. She trailed her fingers against the glass, staring down into the different observation rooms visible beneath. The girl even came across the one John was still unconscious in, her conscience giving a little flinch, before she pushed it away and looked ahead of her when a light came on in a room at the end of the corridor.

Gulping, the blonde continued forwards. She fought back the nerves playing with her mind, fought her hesitation as she reached the door. Turning the knob, she stepped inside the well-lit room where Hannah stood calmly, watching her.

"I have to admit, I didn't expect you to fight the spell...to even realize there was one to begin with." Hannah announced, brushing imaginary lint from her clothes, looking far less crazed than she had before. "I'm impressed."

"So, who are you, really?" Chloe raised her chin, surprised at how calm she felt as she squared off with this woman. "Because I doubt you're the woman you presented yourself to be in the bathroom."

"I don't think you are the woman you presented yourself to be either." Hannah replied, lips curling into a smile as she folded her hands over her chest. "I thought the fire had died, but it seemed like somehow you've found it again."

Chloe's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"I was trying to help you with the issue of your virginity, but I instead unknowingly helped you otherwise." Hannah tilted her head to the side as she regarded her. "The resemblance is uncanny."

"Who are you?" Chloe frowned.

"If I had known about you sooner this would have all been different." Hannah ignored her question. "I would have taken you away before your mother could begin breaking your spirit. There's nothing as unacceptable and detestable as a weak Dalakis."

Chloe's eyes widened in horror at the mere mention. "Who are you?"

Hannah smiled, gaze on the girl. "I'm sure you already have an idea."

Chloe took a step backwards. "What do you want?"

"To help." Hannah replied. "I don't like outside influences thinking they can mess with a Dalakis. Asset or not, you're one of us, and we take care of our own."

"Asset?" Chloe whispered in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"You don't even know this much." Hannah shook her head in derision. "It's pitiful."

"Enlighten me then." The blonde raised her chin.

"On one condition." The regal woman declared.

"I'm getting a little tired of people agreeing to do things based on conditions." Chloe replied evenly.

Her insolence caused Hannah's smile to curve further. "The fire's most definitely still there."

Narrowing her eyes, Chloe took a step towards the woman. "What's your condition?"

"It's quite easy, really. No harm, no foul." Hannah announced, taking a couple of steps towards the girl as she touched her fingers together against her chest. "Leave Dean Winchester's side."


"So the deal has been done." Uriel announced with a smirk.

"As I told you would happen." Azazel grinned, satisfaction oozing from his pores. "Things are going smoothly and according to plan."

"I do not like the fact that the Michael's Sword has taken the Asset out of this safe haven." The angel, of course, had to find something to be unhappy with. It was obviously part of his nature. The kill-joy. "How are we to know that she is safe if she isn't here?"

"She's called in to Meg for her counseling sessions." Azazel replied, eyeing his nails. "We are well aware of where she is, and also of her state of mind. Chloe's enjoying herself, and that's something that's good for her right now."

"You're too fond of the Asset." Uriel mumbled darkly, folding his arms over his chest. "Makes me uncomfortable."

The demon just rolled his eyes.


The gun was no good.

Regular bullets, bullets with holy water, rock salt, or even silver did nothing for this thing.

It seemed to have a distaste for iron though, and Dean was glad that he'd gone on his hunch and grabbed his blessed iron hunga mungas. The African tribal weapons afforded him no safe distance from his attacker, but Dean had never had a problem with getting close to the monsters he hunted.

Spring-Heel, if that was truly what this thing was, hissed out green flames, but Dean twirled around and sliced its back, neon green blood proving that if it was mortal enough to be wounded, it could be killed.

Hissing in pain, Spring-Heel twirled on its heels, slashing out with its steel coated claws, thrashing violently. It was fast and strong, almost always on the offensive, leaping over Dean multiple times as it slashed at him...those claws getting uncomfortably close to the hunter's throat a couple of times.

Despite not having super strength or speed to his advantage, Dean found that he was somehow still able to keep up with the creature. He could calculate the trajectory of its landing due to that of its leap, and would always be facing the creature, weapons at the ready for when it landed and attacked.

As Spring-Heel made its descent, Dean threw one of the hunga mungas, almost unable to believe it when the timing proved perfect, the blade slicing through tissue and muscle, embedding deep into the creature's shoulder.

Howling, Spring-Heel leapt away, towards the two-story research clinic.

Tightening his hold on his remaining weapon, Dean began racing towards the building, kicking the door open. It hit the back wall with a violent thud as he raced inside the darkness, his eyes growing accustomed to the shadows and aiding him as he raced forwards.

He opened his mouth to yell out Chloe's name when he realized thanks to the glass above that him lights on the next floor were on. There had to be a staircase somewhere that would lead him to the second story, and while it took a couple of minutes to find the door to the stairwell when Dean finally found it he took the steps two at once, making sure to keep alternating his gaze from behind him to in front of him.

The creature had come this way, he needed to be alert.

Finally making it out of the spiraling stairwell and onto the next level, Dean found himself walking down a corridor with glass walls on each side of it, a lit room at the end. He tightened his grip on his weapon as he drew closer, keeping his footsteps quiet as he heard voices coming through the door, which was ajar.

Chloe's voice stopped him. "What's your condition?"

"It's quite easy, really. No harm, no foul." An unknown female voice declared in a smug voice he detested. "Leave Dean Winchester's side."

Dean froze.

What the hell was going on?

Was-was this a demon?

Was Chloe making another damned deal?

"Sorry, no dice." Chloe responded coolly.

"You deny me?" The woman asked in surprise.

"Look, I know that Dean's not going to take care of me forever, and he shouldn't have to. I'm not his little sister." Chloe responded. "But I'll be damned if I disappear just because you want me to."

"Show respect to your elders, child."

"I'm not a child!" Chloe snapped. "I'm sick of everyone treating me like I am! I'm not a child! I haven't been for a very long time! You of all people should know that! You screwed with John's and my minds and tried to get us to sleep together!"

Dean reared back, eyes widened at that.

"He mightn't be the one whose sigils matches yours, but considering you seem to be fighting them somehow I thought it would be appropriate for him to take you." This woman declared with no apology whatsoever. "He was the husband of the last Asset."


The hell?

"Mary Winchester was an Asset too?" Chloe asked softly.


Dean narrowed his eyes.

"What's an Asset and what does it have to do with all the shit I've been through?"

"I told you. I'll tell you everything...as soon as you promise you'll never see that boy ever again."

"Why do you care?" Chloe snapped.

"Believe it or not, I'm doing what's best for you." The woman declared. "It's in your best interest to be as far away from that boy as physically possible."

"I find that hard to believe." Chloe chuckled darkly. "Dean Winchester is one of the best things that's ever happened to me."

Dean's eyes widened, shocked stiff at those words.

"Oh, I disagree." The woman snorted. "Call me old-fashioned, but I think it's wise to stay as far away as possible from the person who's going to kill you."

The hunga munga slipped from Dean's hands and clattered to the ground by his feet.

"I don't believe you." Chloe responded with no hesitance whatsoever.

"Darling, no matter how close you may think you two are, that boy was born to kill you." The woman declared firmly. "It's part of his sole purpose for being alive. Just like yours has been to die...in the right place...at the right time."

"What?" Chloe whispered.

"Child," the woman spoke gravely. "The only reason you were born was so that Dean Winchester could kill you."


"That's a lie." Chloe hissed, pissed off that the woman would go that far.

"Damn right that's a fucking lie!" The door was kicked open, revealing an infuriated Dean Winchester standing there, reaching down to grab his hunga munga. "I don't know what bullshit you're trying to pull, lady, but there's some lines you just don't cross!"

Chloe's eyes widened, shocked to see him here.

Also, she'd never seen him as pissed as he was at this moment, his face pale and pinched, his lips pulled back in a snarl as he stormed to stand between her and Hannah, his grip on the weapon so tight his knuckles were white.

Dean's clothes were ripped, there were slashes up and down, bloodied, and there were bruises forming. He'd obviously been in a fight recently, his treasured brown leather jacket having taken the brunt of the attack and was without salvation.

He looked like some sort of avenging angel.

Chloe gulped as she stared at him with wide green eyes.

Hannah appeared far less impressed. "Ah, the eldest son I take it. Dean Winchester."

"Yeah." He stood tall, defiant. "Who the hell are you?"

Her eyes went to Chloe. "Why don't you make the introductions?"

Clenching her jaw, Chloe glared at the woman before taking in a deep breath and turning to the man who had yet to take his infuriated hazels off of the woman. "Dean Winchester, meet Hannah Dalakis, my grandmother."

Dean's eyes widened in shock as he finally turned to look at her. "The fuck?"

"Biological grandmother." Chloe shrugged.

"Paternal grandmother." Hannah added.

Dean turned to look at her at that, narrowing his eyes. "You mean...?"

"Yes." Hannah Dalakis nodded. "Viktor Dalakis, Chloe's father, is my son."

"That's all I need to know." Dean declared, grabbing Chloe's hand with his. "We're out of here."

Chloe's eyes widened as she went along with him, staring down at their joined hands, a little shocked because he'd never done this before. She didn't comment on it though, hurrying to match his speed as he began storming them down the corridor towards the stairwell.

The door to the stairwell opened and the creature she'd seen in the parking lot, Spring-Heel, stepped onto the corridor. There was a huge gash in its shoulder that bled neon green blood, and in its hand was the twin to the hunga munga in Dean's.

"I'm afraid I can't just let you leave like this." Hannah declared from behind them. "Not when you've hurt my little pet so badly and are such a threat to my only grandchild."

With a shriek the creature hurled the weapon at them.

Dean yelled, throwing his own weapon towards the creature, using the momentum of his swing to turn and wrap his arms around Chloe as he held her tightly, shielding her body with his.

Chloe went stiff in his embrace, eyes wide, her previous shock overwhelming her.

The hunga munga flew passed Dean's head close enough to cut a lock of hair, before twirling on and imbedding itself into the glass wall next to them.

Something collapsed loudly on the ground.

Dean pulled away and turned to face the creature...only to find it dead on the ground, the hunga munga embedded in its face.

"Fascinating." Hannah's voice declared behind them.

Chloe turned with Dean to look at the woman, who stood in the doorway, eyeing them calculatingly.

"I think now I understand their worry and their sigils." Hannah's lips twitched in a cunning little smile. "They might very well need a replacement." Her eyebrow raised. "But how will he be able to handle you?"

"What are you talking about?" Dean glared at her. "And what did you mean when you said that that thing was your 'pet'?"

The woman merely turned and walked back into the room, locking the door behind her.

Chloe watched the door with a frown.

Dean didn't waste time on the older woman, instead yanking his blade out of the cracked glass, pausing as he gazed down at something. "Hey...is that my father?"

Chloe flinched. "Oh, yeah."

"What happened to him?" Dean turned to face her.

Chloe cleared her throat. "I might have knocked him unconscious." She flinched. "I assure you, it was for the greater good."

Dean just stared down at her before his lips began to twitch. "You knocked him out?"

The blonde nodded.

The hunter chuckled with dark amusement at that. "He's never going to live that down."

Chloe finally let herself smile up at him, not sure what'd happened to change his annoyance with her, but deeply grateful for it.

Dean's smile slipped slightly as he just stared down at her.

The girl clasped her hands behind her as she stared up at him, wondering what was going through his mind to make his eyes seem so lost.

Dean sighed, lowering his gaze to his shoes once more.

"Dean?" Chloe whispered, stepping closer and staring up into his face, trying to catch his gaze yet unable to. "Dean." She reached up and cupped his jaw, lifting his head up enough so that their eyes met. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? What's bothering you so much?" The blonde felt a little worried when all he did was look at her in utter silence. "What can I do to make it better?"

Dean closed his eyes as he let out an ugly little laugh, shaking his head before he finished shocking the crap out of her by yanking her to him in a bone-crushing embrace. "I'm pissed." He whispered into her hair. "I'm so fucking pissed!"

She gulped, tensing for a moment, before relaxing in his hold and wrapping her arms around him, rubbing his back soothingly. "Was it something I did?"

He let out a laugh that sounded more like a sob as his grip on her tightened even further and he buried his face in her hair.

Chloe didn't know what to do, so she just held on with all she had and hoped that that was enough.

16th-Sep-2012 03:59 pm (UTC) - Confused in a good way
Okay yeah i'm the first to comment and all i can say is that I am so confused that it's funny, but it's a good type of confusion, because you have perfectly laid out so many pieces of this puzzle but I feel like i am just missing a few more pieces to put it all together and finally understand what's going on which leaves me so excited for the next post because i can't wait until you fully unravel this mystery surrounding chloe. Thanks for the post p.s I love this story
17th-Sep-2012 06:13 am (UTC) - Re: Confused in a good way
Yes, more and more pieces are being presented, but the central piece has yet to be laid out.
16th-Sep-2012 04:08 pm (UTC)
wha, for a momant i thought chloe would accept the deal to leave dean for information...

gosh, i love this serie..
17th-Sep-2012 06:16 am (UTC)
Nope. She's not about to do so, especially not with someone related to her biological father.
16th-Sep-2012 05:20 pm (UTC)
There are so many hints that I don't really know what to think but it was awesome!
17th-Sep-2012 06:16 am (UTC)
Thank you so very much! I keep trying to drop hints...but I want to leave everyone wondering still ;P
16th-Sep-2012 05:33 pm (UTC)
I go to sleep and you post another chapter!!!

Loving this so much!!! I'm addicted to it!!!!

And of course I want more!!!!
17th-Sep-2012 06:17 am (UTC)
I try to do my best :D

I'm so happy to hear that!!!

16th-Sep-2012 05:42 pm (UTC) - Gah, so many good updates!
More please! Today would be an excellent day tto just update all day.
17th-Sep-2012 06:18 am (UTC) - Re: Gah, so many good updates!
I shall be trying to update the last chapter soon!
16th-Sep-2012 08:08 pm (UTC)
I'm glad to say that I'm not confused
it's only that I don't have a majority of the info because it's obviously important for the plot so it's being hidden until the characters learn about it
17th-Sep-2012 06:20 am (UTC)
YAY *dances around*
You know my methods far too well *large grin*
17th-Sep-2012 03:30 am (UTC)
OMG! So many twists and turns. I can't wait for some answers to all my unanswered questions. Great job hon! I turn my back and you update 3, count them 3 chapters! Wow! Can't wait for more. :D
17th-Sep-2012 06:22 am (UTC)
I know! I've been on a roll lately! I think I might be scared because my studies are starting up again and I want to make sure I get this finished before the really heavy studying starts.
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