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.
"This is just so weird." Lois announced with a little chuckle as they drank water and wiped at their perspired brows. "I mean, you used to teach me how to do this. So it's so weird to be doing it the other way around now."
Eyeing the angel blade in her hand, Chloe took in a deep breath, gazing at the reflection of her slightly swollen cheek. "I keep feeling like I'm letting down everyone."
"No, do not ever think that way." Lois frowned at her, taking a step forwards and resting her hand on her cousin's shoulder. "It's just that we're used to the warrior. That doesn't mean we're not ecstatic to have the girl back."
Chloe sighed, greens never lifting from her reflection in the blade. "Apparently I was some sort of Super Soldier."
"You had years of training. You were almost nineteen-almost twenty-when you were killed." Lois replied softly. "I-I still have nightmares of that day."
"What happened?" Chloe pressed, still shocked at the realization that she died so young. "All Dean will tell me is that Adam Milligan killed me in front of everyone and that as soon as he did Michael took over Adam's body and incinerated me, body and soul."
Lois closed her eyes at the reminder, obviously remembering the event Chloe was describing, the brunette much paler when she finally opened her dark hazels. "As you know, it took us all a while to figure out what was going on, about the whole Sword and Blade and Asset thing." She continued when the blonde nodded. "We'd only just realized that the Sword and Blade had to be brothers, and that it meant that since the plan was still on that there had to be another Winchester out there. That's when you first made contact with Adam. I'm still not sure how you two met, but you did, and you thought that if we brought him into our fold that it would change things. You felt that as Dean had made himself Unfit, that if Adam became a part of our little family we could defeat the prophecy and no one would have to die, at least not until the next Asset was born and the while thing had to start all over again."
"Sounds like something I'd think of." Chloe didn't want to admit that she'd been planning on doing just that once she got back to her time.
"Thing is, Dean never fully trusted or accepted Adam into the group, knowing that if you died it would be by his hands." Lois made a face, leaning hard against the wall. "And Adam never really fit in, no matter what we all did, you especially, to make him feel like family. It could have been because he was-." She cleared her throat and looked away. "He was never going to have what he truly wanted in the end, and Michael must have gotten to him because he turned on us and killed you."
Chloe's gaze lowered as she let that sink in.
Lois took remained in silence.
Clearing her throat, Chloe's gaze turned on her cousin. "On my ninth birthday-."
"Mount Pleasant?" Lois finished for her with a raised eyebrow.
"The ogre incident…" Chloe trailed.
"That was a birthday to remember, wasn't it?" Lois snickered, leaning hard against the wall. "I mean, Uncle Gabe wanted to take us to the place where he'd grown up. Who would have thought that he'd have grown up in such a psycho town? At least Smallville didn't have damn ogres who demanded child sacrifices from every bloodline at certain times of the year!"
Oh god, Chloe wasn't sure she wanted to hear the rest of this.
"Of course, Uncle Gabe didn't realize that that was why his family wanted you guys to come and visit…" Lois made a face. "And then with the angels and demons using that as a test to see if you were really the Asset considering you were born at least two hundred years too soon…" she shook her head. "I hate those fuckers."
Chloe tried to digest this, confused.
But she didn't have any Sullivan blood in her, she had Dalakis.
Was this all a dream after all?
If it wasn't, then what about the events she couldn't remember?
She knew for a fact that she hadn't almost gotten sacrificed to an ogre!
Her life had had its shitty moments, yes, but that hadn't been one of them!
So what was going on here?
"Have to say though-that ogre eating Uncle Gabe's brother Gaston instead of you because it was so pissed at him for bringing it an "unpromised blood" was ruthlessly satisfying after the horrible things we'd been put through." Lois shook her head. "Hell of a way to find out about Uncle Gabe not being your biological father though."
Chloe's eyes widened in shock. "So you do know I don't have Sullivan blood in me."
"Of course." Lois eyes narrowed slightly on the blonde.
So why did they assume that Gabe was the one who'd gotten out of prison?
"I know that you're searching for your biological father still," Lois sighed. "But let me save you years of uncertainty and waiting and hope. We don't find out who he is. I'm sorry."
Chloe bit back her correction, the blonde still not sure what was going on, yet her earlier suspicion kept growing with more and more certainty and it was getting hard to hold back the stomach-clenching disappointment.
"Chloe?" Lois tiled her head, expression concerned. "Should I not have told you?"
"No, sorry, that's fine. I was thinking about something else." Chloe gave the brunette a small smile."I still can't wrap my head around the fact that I'm married to Dean."
Lois bursted out laughing, shaking her head as she grinned widely. "Now that was a hell of a wedding story!"
Chloe was tempted to ask details on it since Dean was apparently skirting the subject, but another question weighed heavier on her mind. "You didn't mind?"
"Mind what exactly?" Lois raised an eyebrow. "The fact that you weren't old enough to vote?"
Chloe's eyes widened at that revelation. "Uh, no." She cleared her throat, scratching her neck. "The fact that I was with Dean. I mean, I know that you and he-that-you guys never made it a secret that there was chemistry."
"Ah." Lois cleared her throat, clearly uncomfortable. "I'll admit, I was not a fan at the beginning, but I quickly realized something."
"What?" Chloe pressed.
"What Dean and I had?" Lois made up her face. "Even if it had developed into a real relationship, there was no way it could even come close to competing with what you two have…had…will have." She made a face. "This whole time warp thing is confusing."
"Tell me about it." The blonde sighed.
"You two compliment each other in a way no one else would ever be able to." Lois admitted. "With you he's a different man, a happy man." She ran her fingers through her hair. "When you died, Dean died along with you. Maybe not physically, but the man who was left wasn't Dean anymore. To be honest, he was kinda scary." She turned her dark hazels on her cousin. "I think we all became a little scary after you died."
Chloe just stared at her.
"And I know Sam's right, that you have to go back to your time, that it's not safe for you here." Lois lowered her gaze. "But I don't want you to go." She bit her bottom lip. "I don't want you to die again. I couldn't-I couldn't-!"
Finally, for the first time since she'd come back, Chloe allowed herself to embrace her cousin.
Lois gave a little sob before hugging her tightly and crying into her hair. "I don't want to lose you again."
Chloe held on tightly, crying into the woman's shirt as she finally stopped trying to protect herself emotionally from the woman who'd abandoned her in the past and hadn't seemed to care if she lived or died. The emotion in these dark hazels was love and loss, and they'd mirrored what Chloe's heart felt, and she trusted that.
This woman hadn't abandoned her.
This woman hadn't discarded her without any care.
This woman loved her.
And Chloe knew this because this woman wasn't her Lois.
The blonde held unto the brunette tightly, feeling guilty for not telling anyone what she'd already figured out.
This wasn't her future.
This wasn't her Lois.
And Dean wasn't her husband.
This all belonged to another Chloe, the one from this universe...
...And Chloe really wanted to take her place and never go back.
"We are trying our best, but the Allied Rebels have been very thorough in hiding their positions from us." Rafael declared on bended knee.
"You're telling me that demons and humans are besting Heaven's Finest?" Michael sat upon his throne, eyes narrowed on his subordinate. "I tolerated such incompetence before when it was only a matter of time before the Allied Forces fell and forever disappeared from the face of this world-but with the return of the girl I will not accept your inability to do your job."
"I have my men canvassing the area where she was discovered." Rafael declared. "It's only a matter of time before-."
"It is not enough." Michael snarled, standing.
To be truthful, while he was intrigued with this happening given exactly what he'd done to the Asset, Michael wasn't desperate to find her. He knew that their paths would cross eventually. No, it was his host who felt the need to see her with his own eyes, and his feelings melted into Michael's own.
"Send out the complete garrison if you have to." Michael ordered, staring down at Rafael. "But you will bring an end to the rebels and you will bring me that girl!" His voice growled. "Is that understood?"
"Yes, Brother." Rafael nodded before teleporting away.
Sitting back down on his throne, Michael felt his host's need, and reached into his shirt, pulling out the locket that had never been removed even after the Archangel had inhabited this host. He opened it, seeing on one side a picture of his host's mother, and on the other, the Asset was smiling back.
He could feel his host's pain and hope.
Sighing, Michael stared at the picture as long as his host wished he do.
"Why did you pick humanity over your own kind?" Chloe asked Cas as she sat with him in his room, learning a summoning sigil, although she didn't know when she'd ever want to summon an angel given the fact they were the enemy.
It was times like tonight that she was glad that her mind was blocked off from their entrance. Her thoughts were a whirl, trying to fight the harsh disappointment that this Chloe had somehow done things so much better than she had. Her Lois hadn't abandoned her. Her Dean had married her. Sure, she'd died, but Chloe figured that this world's Chloe had had a very happy life all things considered and she envied her tremendously.
"For the longest time I did not know the answer to that question." Cas announced in his monotone way, moving his fingers through the sand they used whenever practicing sigils. "But in the end it was because I realized what Father loved about your race."
Chloe looked up from where she'd been trying to copy his design.
"It's your fighting spirit, your continued hope even in the darkest times, and your ability to love." Cas announced. "I'd been watching the Winchesters since their birth, and once I realized you were the Asset I watched you and your cousin as well. Your mutual love and self-sacrifice-your willingness to put your own lives in danger for each other-it made me realize that I was…faulting. I began to feel, guilt, for our part in what I knew would be your death."
Chloe stared up at the angel in shock.
This world's Chloe had inspired angels.
"Even now I cannot help but feel that I still have so much to learn from humanity." The once angel declared as he finished the sigil he'd been drawing in the sand. "I will fight for my Father's beloved children until the day my Brother kills me."
"You don't think we're going to win this war, do you?" She whispered, staring up at him.
He gave her a sad smile. "I'd like to hope we will."
Her heart clenched as her gaze lowered to the sigil he'd completed, gulping. "Why was I brought here?"
He tilted his head. "I cannot know this as I am not the one who brought you here."
She worried her bottom lip, finishing her sigil before looking up at him. "Whoever brought me here wouldn't have done so if he didn't think that it could be changed…or that the present could be saved."
"In my experience, what is meant to be will be." Cas told her pointblank. "As an angel I would send specific people to the past to show them that no matter what they did, that nothing would change the future they had."
"But I wasn't sent to the past, I was sent to the future." She pressed, skirting around the fact that it wasn't her future. "There's a difference."
"Is there?" He asked, clearing both their sigils. "Can you remember how to make that sigil?"
Narrowing her eyes on her, Chloe sighed as she lowered her gaze to the sigil and began recreating it.
"The Angels are getting closer and closer to us." Brady announced, returning from his scouting session. "We barely managed to slip away unnoticed from the latest garrison sent to canvas the area."
"Ever since Chloe was brought back they seem to have doubled their efforts." Clark, although the only non-demon in the whole place, was one of Azazel's right hand men and probably one of his best warriors. "It doesn't take a neuro scientist to realize that news has gotten back to him and he's angsty."
"Makes you wonder, doesn't it?" Azazel asked, wearing Lex Luthor's skin, eyebrow raised. "What about our dear little Chloe's return has him mobilizing his units like this? Does he have a reason to be worried about her being alive once more, or is it the host's feelings for her?"
"If Adam Milligan had ever truly cared for her he wouldn't have killed her." Clark snapped, spitting out the Vessel's name.
"I don't know," Brady raised an eyebrow, folding his arms over his chest. "From the little I knew of him, he seemed the type to fall into the "If I Can't Have You" trope…mixed in with the "Love Makes You Evil" one."
"Whatever it is, Chloe's presence is upsetting Michael and/or the host enough for him to be accelerating his campaign to find us." Azazel steepled his fingers, staring ahead of him thoughtfully. "I feel that our time is drawing nigh."
Brady looked up at that. "The Final Battle?"
He nodded. "Michael is rounding up the remainder of our allied troops and is readying for the battle which will either exterminate us, or maybe…give us the foothold we've needed for far too long." His eyes flashed gold. "I believe that Chloe was brought here for exactly this moment." He turned to Clark. "The moment it is safe you and Ruby must deliver this message to Sam Winchester and his people. They must be ready. We must fight as one."
Clark nodded before turning and leaving the two demons alone in the room.
Brady let out a sigh. "Do we have a chance?"
Azazel stared ahead of him, silent.
Chloe gazed at the people crowded in the mess hall of the bunker they'd been holed in and surviving since the world went to hell. There were probably a hundred people at the most in the whole compound, and it terrified her to think that there might only be a hundred humans left in America, if not the world. She'd been told that there'd been no contact from any others, and other than the demons there were no other signs of life other than the angels when they swept the area looking for them to end the Purification once and for all. The surviving demons were a bit more than the humans, probably closer to two hundred, and the thought of three hundred against thousands upon thousands was terrifying.
There was no way that they'd be able to win an outright fight.
There were very few children and no old people at all, most of the survivors in their twenties to fifties, all them solemn. They also looked up to Sam, Dean, Lois and Cas, who seemed to be the joint leaders of the survivors.
A couple of them had started talking to her, telling her about how they'd once known her and how she'd helped save their lives or had done something else that had helped them.
She didn't know these people, and wasn't the Chloe they expected her to be.
"We're running dangerously low on supplies." Lois announced with a sigh as she arrived next to Chloe with her tray, which barely had any food in it. "We're on our last rations ofwater, there'll be none left by the end of the week. We need to find more supplies before then."
"What's the protocol for this sort of situation?" Chloe asked, not quite hungry, passing her plate to one of the kids passing her with an empty tray who still looked hungry.
The kid looked up at her and smiled a bright smile before turning and hurrying back to his seat.
Lois smiled tenderly at Chloe, reaching out to mess her hair.
The blonde batted her hands away, although she smiled at her.
"To answer your previous question, usually we have scouts who'd go out trying to find supplies, but the angels have been widening their sweeps and performing them more frequently." Lois frowned as she took a bite out of a stale saltine cracker. "There's no discernible pattern to their canvassing anymore, and that makes things all the more difficult." Her gaze went to the empty spots on the other side of the table they sat at. "It's where Cas, Dean and Sam are right now, trying to figure out what our next move should be."
Chloe gazed at the seat where Dean usually sat to eat. "It's my fault things are getting worse for you guys."
"That's not true." Lois shook her head. "It was always heading in this direction. At least now Dean isn't perpetually, excessively suicidal anymore, so we can trust his strategic plans." Those hazel eyes slid to Chloe. "He actually cares if he makes it out alive now."
Chloe lowered her gaze, blushing slightly, understanding the implications of Lois' words. "I can't get used to this…it's completely different to how things are where I'm from. He-he's not like that. Not with me."
"Even when you were young and he and I had our little moment Dean had a special relationship with you that he didn't with me." Lois shrugged, making a face at the staleness of the next cracker before swallowing. "Maybe you're just too hung up on that one time with him and me, that you're not letting yourself see your own relationship with him."
"I doubt that's it." Chloe muttered, before narrowing her eyes and sliding her gaze towards her cousin. "Was Adam Knight murdered?"
Lois froze before nodding. "Yes."
"Were you there when it happened?" She asked softly, knowing how Adam had meant something for Lois, even if she hadn't loved him like he'd wanted her to be.
"Yes." The brunette nodded, clearing her throat.
"How did it happen?" Chloe turned towards her cousin. "Who did it?"
Lois eyed her silently before pushing her own tray away. "Adam Knight died when I stabbed him through the heart."
Chloe's eyes widened in shock, unable to believe what she was hearing. "What? Why?"
Lois took in a deep breath before exhaling. "He was a double agent, Chlo, working for the angels."
The blonde brought her hand to her mouth, horror filling her. "What?"
"They'd resurrected him, taken him from hell, and put him into our lives so that they could have an inside man." Lois replied, expression blank. "He betrayed us, and in the end I did what had to be done."
"I'm so sorry." Chloe whispered, eyes filling with tears because even if he'd been a spy, he'd been her friend.
"Why?" Lois whispered, looking away. "I'm not." With that she stood, clearing her throat. "I'm going to see what the guys have decided. You should head in and get some rest. Something tells me we'll all need it."
And with that she walked away.
Chloe watched her cousin's back, a lone, silent tear making its way down her cheek.