Title: Through The Looking Glass
Sequel to: Realizations
Characters: Chloe/Dean, Sam, Cas, Lois, Lex, and others...
Disclaimer: Don't own anything
Summary: After the kiss they shared on the side of the road things are horribly awkward between Dean and Chloe, especially now that Bobby and Sam have joined them. And then, when a stranger intervenes in a very drastic way, Chloe wakes up to time loss, apparent memory loss, war, people she should know but doesn't, Lois, and a very touchy-feelly Dean Winchester.
They moved silently, in formation, firearms in their hands as they made their way through the remains of what had once been Metropolis. The level of destruction made it seem like hundreds of bombs had gone off, and hundreds of years passed. It was hard to believe that this had all started only a couple of years ago, not even ten. And there hadn't been a bomb in sight when all of this destruction had taken place. Maybe, if it had, then things would be better for civilization. They could get over a war between themselves, but how could humans compete in a war between Heaven and Hell?
Shining the backlight flashlight on the entrance, it revealed the hidden anti-angel symbols all over the building and door, proving that they had the right place.
Dean put away his flashlight yet kept his firearm handy as he went to the door and knocked.
There was a pause, and then another series of knocks began.
Lois rolled her eyes at Sam.
Dean ignored them, answering back another pattern of knocks.
Finally the sound of bolts being opened could be heard and Clark Kent stared at them, surprise on his face. "What happened? You three wouldn't be here in person if something important hasn't happened."
Dean stared at the boy who became a man during the war. "We need to see him."
Clark stared at them before making a face. "He mightn't want to see you."
A shadowy figure emerged from behind him, and Ruby appeared. "If she's here, shit's hit the fan, and he'll want to know."
The alien who lived amongst his wife's people nodded before letting them in, hugging Dean once the doors closed behind them.
Dean returned the hug, patting Clark's back before turning to Ruby with a nod.
There'd been a time when there would be nothing more that the hunter would love then to send all demons back to hell, and get rid of all of their human accomplices, but ever since Heaven had won the war and started the "Purification" the hunters and demons found themselves not only in an unspoken truce, but more times than not uneasy allies. It didn't say that Dean trusted any of the black eyes more than he could throw them, and still couldn't believe that Clark would marry the demon who'd been inhabiting Lana's body after learning the truth about her identity, but he didn't have the choice right now to be picky when it came to his allies.
"He said something happened." Ruby commented to Sam as they made their way through the many corridors to Azazel's office. "Said someone with a lot of power made his or her presence known. I'm figuring that's what you're here about." She raised an eyebrow. "You know who it is and what he or she did to cause such a ripple of power."
"We don't know who, but let's just say we've got a good idea of what caused the power ripple." Sam replied, raising an eyebrow.
"If he doesn't have any idea about what's going on, less than us actually, why are we here again?" Lois mumbled.
Everyone ignored her.
Finally they reached the door to Azazel's office, Brady and Tom standing guard outside of it.
"Hey." Sam nodded to his college buddy.
"Hey Sam." Brady smirked at him. "He's been expecting you." The demon opened the door and motioned them in.
Clark and Ruby stopped, as the hunters entered the room, closing the door behind them.
Seated behind his desk, Azazel eyed them with a raised eyebrow. "What took you so long?"
Lois folded her arms over her chest. "I say we walk out right now."
Sam sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Chloe's back."
Dean leaned against the wall.
Azazel's eyes widened in genuine shock before his lips curled. "I didn't see that coming."
"None of us did." Dean growled, annoyed that Azazel didn't seem to have any answers for them. "The scouts found her right outside our perimeters, unconscious. She'd been left there in one of the relatively safe zones."
"Someone left her for our scouts to find." Sam frowned, going to sit down on the seat across the desk. "Someone who knows our scouting patterns. We hadn't patrolled that area in weeks, but according to our people she couldn't have been there for longer than a couple of hours."
Azazel tilted his head to the side. "How sure are you that it's her and not some shape shifter they're using to gain access to your compound?"
"She's been put under every test necessary." Dean declared.
"Preliminary tests." Sam, the douche, corrected. "We haven't gone into more…invasive…testing because Dean won't allow it."
"And Cas says it's her." Lois was quick to remind. "He had enough mojo to work one of his Mind Melds and he says it's her, but it's not at the same time. He can't figure out why or how though."
"Hmmm." Azazel made a face. "Other than the fact that she's supposed to be dead, is there anything…off…about her?"
The three shared a look before Dean turned to the demon and cleared his throat. "Her memory."
"She's amnesiac?" Azazel made a face.
"No." Dean shook his head. "But her memories are wrong."
"Wrong as in she thinks you're the enemy?" Azazel narrowed his eyes.
"Well, she does now." Dean frowned, thinking about how she'd been screaming and crying in their room. "But at first she didn't." He sighed, pushing away from the wall and going to sit down on the other seat next to Sam's. "She doesn't remember the war. She doesn't remember meeting Cas. She doesn't remember Bobby's death. She doesn't remember…" his gaze went to his wedding ring and ran the hand over his face before leveling his gaze with Azazel's curious ones. "She doesn't remember marrying me." He let out a little breath of desperation. "When she saw my wedding band she went off, and now she thinks we're some sort of hallucination or shape shifters trying to fool her into thinking we're us. She keeps telling me to take her to the "real Dean"."
"Ah." Azazel leaned back hard against his seat. "It finally makes sense."
Lois' eyes narrowed as she finally came forwards. "What does? Cuz nothing does to us."
"Not surprising. You're mere humans." Azazel shrugged. "I'm surprised the angel didn't realize it though."
"Performing the Mind Search wore him out." Sam defended. "He's been in a mini coma since it happened."
"Huh." Azazel eyed them curiously. "Well, in lieu of the good angel's words of wisdom, let me give some of mine."
Lois rolled her eyes, yet didn't say anything.
"The reason why that girl is Chloe and yet isn't Chloe, is the same way why Sam is Sam and yet isn't." The demon explained. "Yet completely different at the same time."
"Okay, look, we get the whole resurrection part." Sam announced as he leaned forwards. "But when you brought me back after the Blade lost to the Sword I never had any problems with my memories. Emotionally, maybe I've been somewhat dulled compared to how I was before, but my memories are fine."
"Yes, but she wasn't resurrected." Azazel announced as if this should be obvious.
"Are you saying that she's been alive all this time?" Dean went pale, horrified at the thought of her being injured and in that angel's hands for all of this time.
"No. Chloe was killed. There's no question to that." The demon declared as he eyed them. "But if my hypothesis is right, this Chloe wasn't."
"What in the world are you saying?" Lois frowned in confusion, coming to lean with her palms flat down on the surface of the desk, glaring down at him.
"Bring her to me and I will be able to give you a concrete answer." Azazel replied easily. "Until then it's mere speculation."
It was Metropolis.
Chloe had nearly collapsed to her knees at the realization once she'd stumbled onto the remains of one of her favorite hotspots in the city, a half burnt sign crumbled on the ground the only thing that betrayed what it had once been. And now that she had an idea where she was, the blonde could slowly reconstruct the place in her mind to its former beauty.
What had happened?
How could things have changed so horribly in a flash of an eye?
She hadn't even been in Metropolis during the accident!
So why was she here?
And what had happened while she'd been knocked out?
Standing at the base of the half destroyed globe that'd once been above the Daily Planet, Chloe ran her fingers over it before turning to look around her in confusion and mounting fear.
Where was everyone?
How long ago had whatever destroyed this place happened?
Who'd been fighting?
And if this was just another part of a hallucination or dream she was in-what did she have to do to get out of it?
"I WANT TO WAKE UP!" She screamed at the dark sky, wondering if the sun was always that red or if there was pollution in the air or some other reason for why it was so different from how she remembered it.
No one answered her scream.
Closing her eyes, Chloe rested her forehead against the globe, letting out a little whimper. "Where are you, Dean?"
The ground beneath her trembled.
Green eyes flew open and she pushed away from the globe, staring around her, wary. She stayed still, a faint sound reaching her on the wind. A couple of seconds ago she'd wanted to see others, but there was something inside of her that told her to hide, and the girl did exactly so. She crawled under a half collapsed wall, sliding in when it was too low to crouch in. There were pieces of wall around her and she hid behind, a little terrified at the thought of an earthquake happening because she'd be crushed. Still, her instincts told her she was safer in there, and the blonde stayed exactly where she was.
The ground shook a little more, and the more it went on the more she realized that what she was feeling were footsteps marching towards her. It wasn't a large group, but there was power in each step as the group of probably twenty approached.
"The ripple of power, it came from somewhere close." Someone declared as they came to a halt in front of her hiding place.
"Isn't this in the same vicinity of where the rebels' headquarters are suspected to be?" Another asked.
"Could they be doing something?" Another wanted to know. "Could they have found some sort of power source we haven't contemplated?"
"That's what Michael sent us out here to investigate." The first voice declared. "I want everyone to split into groups of five and canvas the area. If there's a new player in town we need to know who it is."
"Yes sir!" The group disbursed, heading rapidly in multiple directions.
The first voice, the leader, and four others stayed around the area she was hiding in, throwing things around and searching.
Chloe gulped as she tried to sink in deeper into her hiding place.
What were they looking for?
And who were they?
Feeling something on her hand, Chloe turned in time to see a scorpion and on instinct she screamed, shaking it off of her hand desperately.
And then someone reached in and grabbed her by her hair, yanking the struggling girl out.
Chloe screamed as she grabbed onto the hand, trying to lessen the pain in her head as she struggled, digging her ankles into the dirt as she was dragged towards the leader and thrown to the ground at his feet.
"A rebel." One of the men spat on her.
The girl tried to stand.
One of them stepped down on her back, keeping her face first in the dirt.
The leader went down on his knees in front of her and grabbed her hair, yanking her head up, arching her neck painfully as he stared into her face.
She didn't recognize his face.
He recognized hers, eyes widening in horror. "Chloe?"
She flinched through the pain, staring into his blue eyes, trying to figure out who he was and what he wanted.
"Get off of her." He ordered the one with his foot on her back, letting go of her hair.
Chloe moved so she was sitting up, not trusting them not to kick her back down if she tried standing.
"It's really you." He whispered, reaching out to cup her face. "How?"
She kept her eyes narrowed and mouth closed.
"He asked you a question, human filth!" One of the others moved to kick her.
The one kneeling before her grabbed her attacker's leg and yanked it so that the other fell to the ground. "Anyone else touch her and I will drag you out of your hosts."
Were these demons?
Chloe stared up at him, hoping that her fear and confusion didn't show too much.
The man eyed her in confusion before reaching out with his free hand and placing it against her forehead.
Just like with Cas, Chloe felt her mind being invaded-and then an explosion of white light blinded her, the force sending the man flying away from her to hit a building.
The blonde collapsed to the ground, the fatigued she'd felt after Cas had done the same thing a hundred times worse. Lights were blinding and voices were distorted as she lay on the ground, her vision going from horribly blurry to painfully sharp and back. There was movement as some of the demons (?) raced towards their leaders, while others hurried towards her, pulling out…swords.
Suddenly, as a sword came down on her, another blade swung in sideways and stopped its descent, Dean Winchester standing between her and the bladed creature.
"Winchester." The man hissed.
"If you think I'm going to let you winged bastards touch her again you've got another thing coming!" Dean snarled, before kicking him away and attacking.
Sam and Lois suddenly were in the fray as well, wielding swords, fighting these other people. Chloe was so sick and dizzy and still suffering from the aftereffects of whatever that guy had done to her that she was more than a little sure that this was a hallucination. Because, well, since when had Dean, Sam and Lois been proficient in swordplay? And who were these other dudes anyway? What were they? What had Dean called them?
That didn't sound like a description for a demon.
Chloe was disoriented, her gaze meeting the other humanoid who'd placed his hand on her before he…sprouted wings and flew away as his last man was gutted by Lois.
"We need to get out of here." Sam announced as he began picking up the swords of the fallen and stashing them into his bag. "This was a small unit, there will be others close by who'll be drawn to the sound of battle."
"Chloe?" Lois was there on her knees in front of her, holding her face. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" There were tears in her eyes as she stared at her.
Chloe felt her eyelids growing heavier.
"Chloe?" Lois' voice broke as silent tears escaped her eyes, skidding down her pale cheeks. "What did they do to you?"
"There isn't time for this!" Sam grabbed Lois by her arm and yanked her up.
Dean was in front of Chloe in seconds, checking her pulse before lifting her up into his arms. "What did those angel bastards do to you, baby?"
Chloe's gaze went to some of the bodies, vaguely noticing the outlines of large black wings behind each body.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head hard against Dean's chest, fighting to stay awake as he and the others began racing away.
She lost the battle.