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
John wondered exactly how that kid had supposedly knocked him unconscious. The last thing he remembered before waking up in the observation room was leaning over the girl while she lay in her hospital bed, and the fact that he'd let his guard down annoyed the hell out of him. His ego was more bruised than his head, which had an impressive bump. Not only had someone gotten the drop on him and spelled him...not only had a kid who couldn't be 100 pounds somehow managed to knock him out cold, but Dean had been the one to bring an end to the creature he'd been trailing for five towns already. John had been unconscious the whole time.
He pursed his lips in annoyance, watching Dean load the things into his car, while Chloe ran her hand over the dented bodywork in worry, telling the Impala she was so sorry it had been "hurt".
Dean mumbled something to the girl as he closed the door, his hand resting on her shoulder as he led her towards John.
The older hunter leaned against his truck, refusing to admit to the fact that he was in a sulk. "So, you're back to pretending you're a civilian?"
Something flashed in Dean's eyes, something dangerous, something that made John feel the need to straighten, to be wary.
Chloe lowered her head before sighing and looking back up at him. "Sorry for knocking you out."
"S'okay." John flinched at the reminder that this kid had somehow done that to him, the seasoned hunter.
He was never going to live this down.
His pride was wounded.
This better not get out to other hunters because his reputation would take a horrible nose dive.
"What are your plans?" Dean asked him.
"Considering I don't have a case anymore, I'll probably look for another one." He replied, shucking his hands into his jacket's pockets. "I can't slack off, especially since so many of our kind seem to be leaving their post and deserting the fight."
A muscle jumped in Dean's cheek as he clenched his jaw. "Chloe, can you wait for me in the car?"
"Sure." Chloe nodded, unease on her expression as she gazed at them. "Bye John."
"Goodbye Chloe." He nodded, watching her leave before turning his dark gaze on his eldest son. "Spit it out, boy. What do you have to say that the kid couldn't hear?"
"I don't expect you to understand why I do what I'm doing or why I'm doing it." Dean announced, face blank but eyes narrowed.
"Good. Because I don't." John replied, his annoyance growing. "Your mother's killer is out there somewhere, and you're following this false lead. This girl is distracting you from your job."
"Hunting is not my job, sir." Dean nearly growled.
It made John want to jerk in surprise but he had enough control over himself to avoid doing so and thus betray just how unnerved he was at this moment.
"Have a safe drive." Dean shook his head, turning and stalking back towards the Impala, where Chloe was going through his cassette box.
John watched him go, confused, wondering what in the world had happened to his eldest while he'd been asleep.
AC/DC played loudly in the dented Chevy Impala, Chloe sitting in the passenger's seat with her eyes closed as she hummed along with the current song. They'd been silent for most of the ride so far, the music the only thing keeping things from being weird.
"Why didn't you want to tell your father?" Chloe finally broke the silence, eyes closed as she talked.
"About what exactly?" He hedged, uncomfortable, not sure he was ready to tackle this topic and the ones that were sure to follow.
"Everything." Her green eyes finally fluttered open as she turned her head towards him, face passive but those eyes were confused. "You told me not to mention what we found out-about this whole Asset business and the..." she snorted. "...the whole ridiculous part where you're supposed to kill me some time in the not too distant future."
Dean's grip tightened on the steering wheel at the mere mention. "I wouldn't-."
"I know." She chuckled darkly as she turned on her side on the seat, staring at him. "It's never crossed my mind as an actual possibility." The blonde pursed her lips. "This whole thing about Assets, and being connected with your mother, and being born to die by your hand...also the whole sigils and replacement thing...it's so confusing. It makes no sense really. And why would this other guy she mentioned have to 'handle' you? And who is he?"
They were all such good questions, and yet Dean just didn't want to talk about this. First-.
"Your father might have been able to help." Chloe eyed him curiously. "So I don't understand why you didn't tell him anything."
Dean hesitated, gaze in front him. "Probably for the same reason why you never told anyone about the fact that you made a pact with a demon to save my life while in Hope." His gaze slid towards her, seeing the shock on her pale face. "It all hinges on issues with trust."
"How-?" Chloe whispered, her green eyes wide.
"Does it matter?" He asked, voice low with barely contained anger as his gaze returned to the road. "What really matters is that you did make a deal with a demon. For me." His grip tightened nearly painfully on the steering wheel. "Are you still working for him?"
"No." She whispered, gaze lowering to her hands, seeming unable to look him in the face now. "I did everything he asked me to do. I don't work for him anymore."
"How long since you've been free?" Dean kept his gaze on the road, relief soaring through him at that.
There was a pause.
His eyes narrowed. "How. Long?"
The girl hung her head lower. "Since the day we decided to go visit Sam."
Dean's world rocked on its axis violently as he realized just how long the girl had been under demonic servitude. "That was only a couple of days ago."
Chloe didn't answer, turning to sit so she was facing the road.
"Why did you do it?" He couldn't keep the darkness from his voice as he pressed down on the acceleration. "Why the hell did you agree to that pact?"
"I didn't have much of a choice, Dean." She finally turned towards him once more, glaring. "In case your memory of that time is a little hazy, you were dead, Lois was somewhere upstairs about to be ritualistically raped, and I was locked in a cellar with your dead body. He gave me an option out and I took it. Sue me."
"Then why did you choose that?" He growled, their speed dangerous by now. "Why choose to bring me back? I was a stranger! Why the hell would you-? You could have just gotten yourself and Lois out of there. I was dead already. I wouldn't have known that you had a choice either way."
"Are you serious?" Chloe asked softly, eyes wide, lips parted. "That is what bothers you about the whole situation? I can't believe you! It's not that I made a deal with Azazel! It's that I made one for you!"
"The hell it's that!" He snapped, turning his head towards her, knowing his hazels burned with his anger. "Either way I'd be fucking furious with you!"
"And then you don't know why I wouldn't tell you?!" She nearly screamed at him.
"I know why you didn't tell me!" Dean screamed right back at her. "Because you knew it was wrong!"
"It wasn't!" She snarled, looking like she wanted to hit him. "Because of it you're alive, Lois is alive, and I am alive! There hasn't been any reason for me to regret making that deal!"
"You fucking worked for a demon!" Dean snapped viciously. "You should feel regret!"
"Well I don't!" She spat. "And if you can't handle it, then fine! You don't have to! Just drop me at the closest bus station and that's it. Problem fucking solved!"
"Why?" Dean sneered at her. "Changed your mind and decided to accept your psycho grandmother's little deal? You've proven so eager for them in the past."
A muscle jumped in her cheek. "Stop the car."
He snorted, turning his attention back to the road. "Not making it that easy for you to leave, darling."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "I'll jump."
Dean chuckled darkly at her bluff. "Good luck with that."
A little growl reverberated in her throat before she turned towards her door as she undid her seatbelt, unlocking the door and opening it.
Eyes wide in fear as he realized she wasn't bluffing, Dean cursed as he pressed down on the brakes, coming to a screeching stop in the middle of the highway.
The cars behind him blared and their drivers screamed obscenities to him as they barely kept from rear-ending the Impala.
Chloe was outside in seconds, slamming the door behind her as she opened the back door, grabbed her bag, and stormed off.
Cursing both her and himself, Dean flipped off the people still beeping at him as he pulled off to the side of the road, yanked out his keys, and got out of the car. His long legs helped him catch up to the girl with relative ease, grabbing her arm and yanking her along with him towards the woodland area to their right.
"Let go!" Chloe struggled angrily at him. "Stop it!"
He didn't react to her words per se, merely yanking the bag from her hands and throwing her over his shoulder, the girl kicking and screaming.
"The hell's wrong with you?" She pounded her fist into his back as he walked her and her bag down into the forest, keeping his 'Pala in sight yet making sure that they weren't easily visible from the road above. "Put me down this instance!"
He finally obeyed, slinging her bag to the ground before lowering her and pushing her against a large trunked tree, keeping her pinned by her shoulders as he glared into her face.
Chloe struggled in his grip for a couple of seconds before realizing she couldn't win with brute strength only, apparently deciding her next best course of action was to glare the hell out of him.
Dean glared right back at her.
He growled deeper.
The girl didn't back down, clenching her fists at her sides as she just glared at him silently. She was more pissed than he'd ever seen her before, but he guessed that was to be expected since this the most pissed he'd ever been with her as well. How could she be so stupid? So careless? How could she not see that what she'd done was wrong? That keeping it a secret had been worse?
The fury slowly began fading from those green orbs as concern took its place, the girl's eyebrows nearly touching in a frown as she unclenched her fists and brought them up to rest on the hands he had holding her shoulders.
"Dean?" Her voice jerked him out of the dark place his mind had wandered into. "What's wrong?"
It was only then that he realized that the hands he had holding her in place were trembling.
Yanking away from her, Dean took in a deep breath as he turned his back on her, running one of those shaking hands over his face as he fought for control over his own reactions.
"No matter how pissed you are..." her voice was soft, lacking the fury that'd just oozed out of her a little while before. "...I'm not going to regret it. I won't."
Dean stared up at the heavens, which were partially covered by the trees.
"If you'd died I-I never would have really gotten to know you." She cleared her throat when her voice wobbled. "And I know I'm troublesome, I know this isn't what you planned to do with your life. I know I'm just some kid you're looking after out some sort of code of honor people just don't live by anymore...I know." Her voice cracked. "But that doesn't change the fact that you're special to me."
Dean's wide gaze lowered from the sky to stare ahead of him near unseeingly.
"I know you hate these 'feelings' talk, so you don't have to talk, just listen." She whispered. "I don't care how angry you are at me; I don't, because if I hadn't known you my life would be shitty right now. And I don't even mean I'd be on my own taking care of myself. I could deal with that if I had to, I could survive, I'm adaptable." Her voice wobbled again. "You're not my drinking buddy, you're not my friend, you're not my crush, and you're not my roommate. You're the person who knows when I'm screaming and crying on the inside, even when it's dark and you're supposed to be sleeping, and you know where to find me and what to do to make it better. You're the one who examines all those around me, especially my friends, calculating who can be trusted, who is best for me, and you do your best to make sure that when I need them they're there."
Dean clenched his fists tightly, lowering his gaze till it rested on the ground before him.
"You and Lois never made a secret the fact that you had an attraction for each other, and you don't think she left because she wanted to. You think something happened to her, and you don't want me to know, instead you're searching for her on your own." She shocked the hell out of him by declaring this softly. "Your upbringing drives you to want to hunt for her yourself, but you're not going to leave my side, both out of respect for what you think she'd want you to do if she was really taken away by force, and because you don't think you can trust me not to get into some sort of mortal danger the second you walk out the door."
He narrowed his eyes on his boots, clenching his fists so tightly his nails were digging painfully into the flesh of his palms.
"You don't just live with me...you live with me." Chloe cleared her throat, her voice having gone thick at this point. "You've become an integral part of my life, waking and dreaming. We eat together, clean together, drive together, learn together, and fight together! I trust you unlike I've ever trusted a man in my whole life! I'm terrified at the thought of guys touching me, even innocently, but I cling to you. I can tolerate Pete and Clark because they don't see me as a girl, but you're the only one I don't mind touching me because you make me feel safe! You make me feel like I can trust someone out there in this world! Hell! I only trusted Sam at first because you raised him! You!"
Dean's clenched hands were beginning to shake again.
"You might be stubborn, and somewhat stuck in your father's era with your cassettes and such...and at times you're emotionally stunted because John's a fucking Terminator and not a father...but you're you Dean." She let out a little sigh. "And I can't imagine you not being here in my life. I don't care how selfish it is, but it's the truth. It's not because my dad left me, or because Lois did. It's not because I need you to pick me up from school or be there to hold my hand during the nights when I wake up screaming from some random nightmare. I-I-." She cleared her throat once again when her voice went thick. "I won't ever regret making that deal because it meant I got to know you and share all this time with you...and if you can't understand it then screw you!"
Dean closed his eyes tightly.
"I'm going to the car now...sorry for all this drama." She whispered, moving towards him, passed him, her head lowered.
Hazel eyes opened as he reached out, his hand clasping around hers.
Chloe stopped, standing ahead of him with her back to the hunter.
Dean tightened his grip on her hand, unable to really express what he wanted to say, and hoping that this was enough.
Chloe's head lowered further, her shoulders trembling as a sob escaped her lips, and then she'd turned around and was wrapped around him, hiding her face in his shirt as she cried.
Maybe he was emotionally stunted because the girl had opened her heart to him and he couldn't say a thing to her, didn't know what to say or how to even begin saying it. He felt awkward and stupid and useless, something he wasn't used to feeling when it came to women. He hated it. Hated it with all he had.
But despite it all Chloe seemed to get what he was trying to say because she held on tightly and cried, and while crying women were the thing that terrified him the most, Dean wrapped his arms around her and held on.
Because somehow, just by doing that alone, she seemed to know.
And for now that was all that mattered.
"Damn it all to perdition! This is your fault demon!" Uriel snarled as he stormed into the room, just oozing ferocity.
Azazel stared up at the angel with a raised eyebrow. "What's my fault this time?"
"I told you he would be problems! I told you the Asset should be kept away from the Michael's Sword!" Uriel raged. "But would you listen to me? No!"
The demon was far from intimidated by this show of wrath as he steepled his fingers over his desk. "Stop your little snit and explain what exactly is going on."
"Snit? SNIT?" Uriel growled. "This is FAR from a SNIT! This is HOLY IRE!"
It was all the demon could do to keep from rolling his eyes. "And what has Deanie-boy done to deserve such 'holy ire'?"
"He's rendered himself unfit!" The angel looked ready to tear things apart any second now.
Azazel sat straighter. "Pardon?"
"UNFIT! UNFIT! UNFIT TO BE THE TRUE VESSEL!" Uriel snarled as he kicked a chair into the wall, causing it to smash to pieces. "My superiors in the angelic host have declared that his feelings towards the Asset have grown to the point where they cannot project a plausible circumstance in which he willingly spills her blood!"
"Is that so?" The demon tried not to show how much this turn of events intrigued him.
"They've had a cupid match her with someone with whom they say she will be able to conceive a replacement for the Michael's Sword!" Uriel was still in his fit. "But waiting for the conception and for the child to come of age-it will take too long! We've had to wait enough as it is!" Uriel turned towards the demon, his wings flashing menacingly behind him. "The Michael's Sword was supposed to willingly shed her blood at the time and place indicated so that the seals may be broken and Lucifer may be freed! And now it won't happen until at least twenty more years because of you! AGAIN!"
"You angels, you have no imagination." Azazel chuckled, shaking his head at the aforesaid angel, who huffed and puffed in anger. "That's why heaven's going to lose this war." The demon leaned against his seat with a smirk. "They can't think outside of the box."
"So...you're saying he sees things in his dreams." Dean blinked as they drove peacefully down the road, trying to digest this new piece of information he'd received after asking Chloe how exactly Sammy would know what was going on during the hunt.
"Yep. He's psychic." Chloe responded, a mischievous smile on her face as she nodded. "He hates that word though, so let's not use it while we're in Stanford."
"How long has this been going on?" Dean wanted to know, still finding it hard to believe.
"I'm not sure, you're going to have to ask him about it while we're there." She replied with a shrug.
Dean shook his head. "My brother. The psychic."
"Talking about family who aren't exactly normal...I'm thinking that the Dalakis clan aren't All-American suburbanites either." Chloe muttered, narrowing her eyes. "Other than a psychosis which is obviously a shared family trait, the fact that Hannah had a familiar makes me wanna say my grandmother's a witch."
Dean did not like hearing that. "She also seems to know an awful lot about why you've been getting the shit-end of the stick."
"I know." Chloe agreed with a frown. "This whole Asset business is new to me, especially if it's somehow connected to your mother. Obviously there isn't just one, like a Slayer, but it must be somehow important. It's got to be why things keep on wanting to kill me...or sleep with me." Her eyes widened. "What if it's like the Omen and I'm supposed to give birth to the antichrist?"
Dean choked on his saliva. "Don't say shit like that!"
"It would make sense why all these psychos wanna sleep with me!" Chloe defended, looking quite disgusted. "Oh my god, I'm the Evil Virgin!"
"You're not the Evil Virgin." Dean rolled his eyes.
"Am too!" She whimpered, bringing her hands to her face.
"Look, it's no use coming up with bogus theories." Dean tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "Once we get to Bobby's we'll tell him everything we have and he'll help. If there's someone who can find obscure information, it's him. Until then, let's not make any assumptions. Got it?"
"Fine." Chloe yanked her hands from her face, frowning. "But if I end up being the Unholy Mother, you owe me fifty bucks."
Dean chuckled at that, shaking his head. "Make it a hundred."
Her eyes widened at that, almost as if shocked at his certainty, a small smile finally curling her lips. "You're so...certain."
"Well, my mom was an Asset, and I can assure you neither Sam nor I are the antichrist...so I don't think there's any reason for you to believe your situation would be any different."
Chloe looked at him before smiling teasingly. "When did you become so smart?"
"Hey!" He laughed, reaching out to flick her nose. "Sammy might be the one with the book smarts, but I'm the one with the common sense. And common sense says you aren't any Unholy Virgin." He nodded with his surety. "And when you have a kid he won't be the antichrist...though if he's anything like his mother...he'll be a hell of a handful!"
Chloe gasped in mock outrage as she laughed, slapping his shoulder, shaking her head at him. "Just for that you're going to be the one who I'm making babysit while I'm out having a good time!"
Chloe smiled up at him, her eyes twinkling with her mirth as she laughed.
Dean smiled back at her, wondering why he felt so good despite the fact that things seemed to have become so much more complicated.
With a gasp she came awake, gazing around her at the room before sitting up in bed and pressing a hand to her head. The images that she'd seen were engraved into her brain, taking up her whole mind, leaving her hardly any space to think. She reached for the large and well-used notepad next to her bedside, beginning to write down everything she'd dreamt of before the details began to fade from her waking mind.
The door opened and her boyfriend stuck his head into the room. "I thought you were going to sleep longer. You pulled an all-nighter last night. You need the rest."
"I know." She muttered, writing down rapidly, messily, the images and sounds and feelings slowly beginning to disappear as she wrote them. "It's just that I had that dream again."
"The one with the girl?" He asked curiously, leaning his hips against the doorway.
"Yeah." She nodded. "I really think I should write a book. This is just too interesting to leave in my dream journal."
"Kinda tragic though, isn't it?" He made a face. "From what you've told me those dreams are depressing."
"Still..." she refused to look up from what she wrote. "Most of our classics are tragedies."
"True." He agreed, taking a sip of his drink. "You should name her Elektra or something tragic like that."
"I already got her name." She replied, finally looking up.
"You remembered it this time?" He asked in surprise.
She nodded, grinning brightly, proud that for the first time since she'd started having these dreams she could remember the protagonist's name. "Yes. It's Chloe."
"Chloe. Hmmm." He nodded. "Sounds acceptable."
"Of course it's acceptable." She laughed, putting the notepad away and laying back in bed. "Wake me up in two hours, okay? I've gotta cram for that revision test or Matthews is gonna kick my ass."
"I'll bring coffee." He promised, reaching for the door's handle to close it behind him.
"Really Adam, what would I do without you?" Lois Lake grinned as she laid back down, pulling the sheets up to her chin as she yawned, dark hazel eyes closing in sleep. "You really are a godsend."