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.tarte_o_fraises...consider yourself warned...kinda...
Gasping, Chloe shot up in bed, sweating, looking around her, disoriented for a moment, still half caught in the nightmare. Spencer, Jacob Goodnight, Pastor Hathaway, they'd kept interchanging in her dreams before finally turning into her father and then her mother, the woman whispering feverishly how Chloe had to die, before driving the blade deep into Chloe's chest. The blonde whimpered, a hand to her hurting heart, clutching at her shirt as the ghost pains wracked her body. It'd been a while since she'd had a nightmare as bad as this one, but considering the stress she'd been under the last couple of days the blonde wasn't surprised. Dr. Masters had warned her that stress was one of her triggers.
Running her hand through her hair, Chloe took in a deep breath, practicing the breathing exercises her spiky haired psychologist had taught her.
Slowly, slowly, the blonde felt her heartbeat calming, the pain in her chest diminishing until it was only a dull ache.
Chloe laid back down and tried to go back to sleep, but sleep evaded her and in the end the blonde just growled as she threw off her sheets and slipped off of the bed. She looked around her room, trying to imagine moving in here with Dean and trying to make this place a home amidst chaos and destruction. She couldn't really see that it was cozy, there weren't many personal touches, but she could feel the effort that'd been made to make it a home, and that meant a lot.
She went towards her trunk, wondering exactly how hard it'd been to get those things there, when she stopped and turned towards the door. The blonde didn't understand the pull she had towards it but she followed anyway, opening it and staring outside at the darkness. She almost turned and went back inside but something caused her to look down and her eyes widened in shock when she found Dean sleeping sitting against the wall by the door.
He hadn't been spending the nights outside her door, had he?
The blonde bent to her knees, staring at his sleeping face, unable to believe the truth presented to her as he snored softly. His face was peaceful in sleep, his face turned towards her, a knife in his hand, resting on his lap. Despite the darkness around her she could make out his features, could make out the silver scar down the side of his face. She still didn't know how he'd gotten it, what battle had marred his face, and she almost felt afraid to ask.
Sighing, Chloe tilted her head as she stared at the sleeping man.
What had she expected?
She'd taken his room…where else would he sleep? It's not like there was a lot of places for him to crash. The place was barely livable as it was, and was overrun by the humans trying to survive in it. It was either this or the bedroom…and he'd chosen to give her space.
Guilt eating her, Chloe reached out and gave him a little tap.
Dean's eyes flew open and he grabbed her, somehow managing to have her pinned under him, a blade to her throat as he kept her to the ground with his body.
Chloe gulped, staring up at him.
Horror filled his hazels as he realized who she was, dropping the blade on the ground. "I didn't mean to-."
"Why didn't you tell me you've been sleeping outside the door?" Chloe asked, staring up at his face, which was half-covered by the shadows.
"Not a big deal." He muttered, pushing off of her and sitting against the wall. "It's not like there wasn't another place I could sleep. I just…preferred here."
Chloe sat up, watching him. "You chose to sleep on the ground."
He shrugged, unable to look at her.
"You're keeping watch." Chloe realized in awe, eyeing him in confusion, unable to understand what the other her could have ever done to deserve this sort of devotion from her Dean Winchester. "You're protecting me."
His eyes returned to her. "I have to keep you safe this time."
Chloe gulped down her intense emotion, realizing just how much the other her's death had cost him.
He was willing to sleep outside her door to protect her.
She-she didn't-couldn't-how could she ever make herself worthy of this..of him?
Pushing up onto her knees, Chloe tilted her head as she stared at him. "It wasn't your fault."
Dark emotion crossed his eyes as he looked away. "I should have been able to do something. I should have been able to stop him. I-."
"Dean." Chloe moved closer on her knees so that she was kneeling in front of him, waiting for a second before reaching out and clasping his calloused hands in her smoother ones. "There was nothing you could have done."
"I could have saved you." He hissed, voice trembling as his gaze returned to her, betraying his self-loathing. "You're the only person I have ever loved…you gave me everything….youtrusted me…and I let you down."
"No." Chloe shook her head, tears coming to her eyes at the obvious self-hatred and pain he held deep within. "Dean, you did not let me down."
"I couldn't keep you alive." He whispered, tightening his grip on her hands. "I couldn't do anything but watch as he killed you."
"There was nothing you could have done." Chloe needed his comfort him, couldn't stand seeing him like this, pulling her hands from his so she could reach up and cup his face. "None of what happened was your fault."
"I let you down." His voice shook as tears began trickling down his face.
"No." She let out a little sob, pressing her lips to each tear. "Never."
"You say that now because you weren't there…" His grip went around her, holding her tightly, burying his face in her neck. "You don't remember crying as you stared into my eyes as he killed you!"
She held on tighter, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me Dean."
"Don't say that." He cried.
"You are." She pressed a kiss to the shell of his ear. "If I died, I'd want you to be the last person I saw."
"You're not going to die." He promised harshly, hand cupping the back of her head. "I won't ever let go of you again!"
It seemed like instinct, like only natural, for Chloe to slip onto his lap and tilt her head downwards as he did his upwards, their lips meeting in a kiss that exploded white and hot all throughout her body. She whimpered, feeling both as if she was unable to breathe and yet didn't need to, only needing more of his touch, his kiss. Her curiosity, her desire to feel more pleasure, to explore the feelings a brush of his fingertips could invoke in her, nearly drove her insane.
Dean tightened his grip on her as somehow he managed to get them standing, kicking the door opened behind him as he picked her up, never missing a beat as his lips moved over hers.
The door closed behind them once they'd slipped into the door, Dean turning and slamming her against it, groaning into her mouth as her thighs curled around him drawing him nearer to her warmth.
She gasped, feeling him, his want.
It was intoxicating and a little scary, yet not in a frightening way-but in a new way.
And she'd never backed down from trying out something new.
His fingers dug into her hips.
She bucked on instinct.
He snarled, trapping her bottom lip between his teeth.
The blonde could feel his reaction, his need, and she bucked once more, reaching behind her to grab hold of a light fixture for better grip.
Dean let her lip slip from his grip as his mouth assaulted the side of her neck, trailing downwards.
Something tingled in the vee of her thighs, causing Chloe to whimper as she wriggled her hips once more, desperately for contact.
"You're driving me insane." He pleaded into her neck, one hand raising to cup her breast over the material of her shirt, thumb brushing over her hardened nipple.
Chloe cried out at the electric pleasure that shot down her body at the touch.
Growling a curse, Dean returned his wayward hand to her hips. "Let go of the light."
The second she complied, he was moving them towards the bed.
"I have a theory." Ruby declared, lying in bed with her husband, head resting over his heartbeat.
"About what exactly?" Clark asked, staring up at the ceiling.
"Chloe." The demoness tore herself from him, sitting up as she stared down at the alien. "When I was over at the human bunker I was talking to her after another try to enter her mind."
Clark sat up as well, staring at his wife. "Were you able to see something?"
"No. I wasn't lying when I said it was a failure," Ruby made a face at him before pulling a dark strand out of her face and behind her ear. "The thing is…what if we have it all wrong?"
Clark narrowed his eyes. "Rubes, you're confusing me."
"Hear me out." She sat up straighter. "What if she isn't Chloe from the past?"
"What do you mean?" Clark tilted his head to the side.
"What if it's bigger than that?" Ruby asked. "What if she's actually-?"
But before she could get her words out, something exploded above them.
Clark narrowed his eyes, activating his X-ray vision in time to see the garrison starting their attack on the demon compound. "They've found us."
Dean looked like some sort of dark god as he yanked off his shirt, revealing his bare chest to her.
He was gorgeous, and it took a minute for her to just take in his physical beauty, the scars running up and down his body just adding to his attractiveness in her eyes. The blonde itching to touch, to trace those silver patterns, and yet she was suddenly timid despite having been quite brazen seconds ago. But like always Dean seemed to know, and he just sat there straddling her hips until finally her courage returned enough for the blonde to slowly raise her hands and trail them up his body, his muscles twitching under her every touch.
Her fingertips brushed against something cold hanging from his neck, and in the darkness it took her a second to recognize it as a ring, a curious look entering her eyes as she stared up at him in confusion.
The hunter didn't answer her silent question, instead yanking the chain off of his neck and setting loose the ring. The chain fell to the bed next to her as Dean reached for her hand, slipping the ring onto her wedding finger.
Chloe's eyes widened in shock as she realized what he'd been wearing next to his heart all this time.
Her tear-filled greens returned to Dean's in time for him to cover her with his body and kiss her deeply.
"You need to get to Sam's compound and warn him!" Azazel turned to Clark, Ruby and Brady, chaos electric as around them their comrades were being massacred. "If they've found a way around our anti-angel sigils they will have done the same with theirs. You need to warn them."
"I won't leave you." Brady shook his head. "I will stay and fight by your side."
"Go." Azazel's eyes flashed gold, and before the three could protest they were teleported forcefully away.
"Aw, the demon's got heart." A voice mocked behind him.
Yanking out his Angel blade from its sheathe, Azazel turned to face Rafael. "What would you know about hearts and emotions Rafael? It's clearly way above your self-righteous head."
"This ends tonight, demon." Rafael gave a wicked little smile, unsheathing his Archangel blade. "Tonight humans and demons will be vanquished from the face of the earth and Purity will once again rule!" He made to dash forwards when suddenly he gasped, coughing, as a blade was shoved through his back and jutted outwards through his stomach.
The blade was yanked out, and the angel collapsed to the ground, his wings outlined darkly on the ground.
Behind him, angel blade bloody, Uriel shook his head with a sneer. "I've been waiting to do that for a millennia."
Azazel raised an eyebrow. "I thought you ran back to heaven when Father fell to Michael's blade."
"Let's just say that I realized I'd prefer to die than have to listen to Michael and follow him anymore." Uriel declared evenly. "It ends tonight…one way or the other."
Azazel smirked, eyes flashing gold. "Let's have some fun."
The feelings whirling inside of her were dizzying and addictive, each kiss she shared with Dean filling her with greater need. The hunter nestled between her thighs covered her body with his own, resting his weight on his elbows on each side of her head as he clutched at her hair and kissed her deeper. He gyrated his hips, pressing his need against her, the material of his jeans making the sensation hotter somehow. She curled her legs around his, her foot rubbing his calf over his jeans as she moved against him. The feelings growing inside of her were breathtakingly amazing, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like without the clothes in between them.
Was desperate to know the answer.
Dean worshipped her neck, leaving his marks all over it, claiming and possessive.
Chloe's breath deepened, her breaths shuddering and a cry escaping her lips as his mouth journeyed to the hollow of her neck before journeying further down.
His teeth grazed her skin as his tongue lapped out, tasting her.
"Dean." Chloe pleaded, knowing what she was begging for, scared and desperate all at the same time.
A little whimper escaped Dean's lips at the sound of his name breathed so needfully from her lips, his hand reaching between them and clawing at the button of his jeans as his gaze returned to her in the darkness.
Chloe could see the question there, and her only answer was to reach up and kiss him with everything she had.
The sound of a zipper lowering mixed with their that of their breaths.
Swinging the blade, Clark watched the angel's head as it twirled in the air right before the body it'd been attached to fell to the ground. "We're almost there!"
Ruby, who'd been up ahead, raised her hand for the men behind her to stop running. "We're too late."
Gazing around the large debris, Clark's eyes widened as he saw the humans' compound surrounded by angels, right before the wing ones attacked.
The bunker shook with the attack, dust raining down on them, causing the two to tear their lips from each other's, staring up above them in time to hear the screams.
"No." Dean whispered in fear, throwing himself off of her and easily zipping back up the pants he hadn't managed to take off, reaching for his shirt and throwing it on.
"What's going on?" Chloe asked from the bed, looking around her as more explosions rocked the bunker. "Are we under attack?"
"Our sigils should have kept us hidden." He hissed, going to the head of the bed and reaching behind it, yanking out an Angel blade he'd kept hidden in there. He turned to her. "Stay inside of this room no matter what, it's angel proof. I'll come back for you."
"I'm not going to just hide in here while people are-!" Chloe gasped as Dean brought her to him in a deep kiss before letting go.
The blonde stood there, a little disoriented by the intensity, and by the time she finally shook off it was to the sound of the lock on the door being turned from the outside.
She threw herself against the door, kicking and pounding. "Dean!"
"I won't lose you again." He whispered on the other side of the door before his voice was lost in the chaos.
Closing her eyes, Chloe resting her forehead against the door and slid down.