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.
The first thing she saw as the darkness bled away from her vision, and her sight returned, was Dean. He was sleeping on a chair next to the bed, the front part of his body leaning on the bed itself, his head resting on his crossed arms. He looked tired and pale, as if this was the first real rest he'd had in days. He was thinner too, and his face was haggard.
But that faint silver line wasn't visible down the side of his face.
Disappointed and relief mixed bitterly in her stomach as she realized that she was back in her time, in her rightful place and reality. And yet while she'd always known she'd return, the realization was bittersweet in her mouth. Flashes of that other universe, of her friends being slaughtered all around her without her being able to do anything, they tormented her.
Her green gaze went to Dean's sleeping face, tears filling her eyes as she remembered the other Dean, the one she'd actually had a chance with. In that universe he'd loved her more than his own life, and now that she'd had a taste of that she didn't know how she was going to adjust to the realities of her world…of her true relationship with Dean.
A silent tear trickled down her pale cheek as her mind flashed to his dying moments, to the blood, to the knowledge that she was losing the man she loved.
A sob escaped her lips.
"I am sorry."
She looked up, eyes widening as she saw him again. "Take me back!"
In her desperation she didn't notice Dean jerk awake at the sound of her voice.
The man at the foot of her bed shook his head. "I cannot."
"Bullshit!" Chloe snapped, throwing the sheets off of her as she pressed up on her knees. "You sent me there in the first place! You can send me back!"
"Chloe?" Dean frowned, looking around the room. "Who are you talking to?"
She ignored him, staring into those solemn eyes. "Please." She begged. "Please you have to send me back! I can do something! Anything!"
"That reality has already come to pass, as have the millions of others that exist alongside it." The man declared. "There is nothing you can do to change what has happened. It was never in your power to change it."
"Then why did you send me there? To him?" She cried, body trembling. "Why would you go to all that trouble for nothing?"
"What's going on?" Dean had his gun out, looking blindly around the room. "Chloe, speak to me."
"You needed to see what I see." The man declared, his gaze never leaving hers. "With my gift I am able to see all possible futures and their outcomes, and I have shown you just oneof the many I am plagued with at every second of my life." He took a step closer. "For far too long I have tried keeping the prophecy from fulfilling, and yet with each dead Asset, another will be born and I cannot continue murdering innocents just to prolong what you've seen from happening."
Chloe's eyes widening. "You're the reason I've been attacked since I was a kid…" She gulped. "You're the one who keeps sending people to kill me!"
"What?" Dean snapped. "Damn it, Chloe! Talk to me!"
"You are the strongest of all the Assets I've encountered, you have a strength of will that I have yet to come across. I have tried over and over to end you before the Sword and Blade could come of age and start the chain of events which end the world, just as I've kept it from happening since the birth of the first Asset, but no matter what I've done you've survived it all. You refuse to die…and I've come to terms with the fact that it is now out of my hands. The time for killing you has passed, both the Sword and Blade are of age." The man stepped forwards. "What you do not understand is that you are the last Asset, the last chance they have, and since I cannot kill you, I must enlist your help."
"Who are you?" Chloe whispered. "Michael said that the only one with the power to do what you did is dead in all the worlds and possibilities."
"Michael chooses to believe he knows everything, but there is only One who is truly Omniscient, and He is our Father."
Chloe's eyes widened. "You're an angel."
Dean's eyes widened. "Huh?"
"I am Raguel, Angel of God." He declared, raising his chin proudly. "I oversee the conduct and appearance of every other angel and report solely to our Father. Even Michael is below me."
"Then why can't you stop him?" Chloe asked softly. "You know what he will do! You've seen every single possibility, every single outcome-so why can't you stop them from happening? You're basically Heaven's Enforcer!"
"I cannot stop what is out of my hands. These plans were set in motion by a Power greater than my own and I cannot do more than I already have without going directly against Divine Will." He tilted his head. "But you can."
"I can't even face my father." She exclaimed. "What makes you think I can outsmart yours?"
"Because you have something that I do not have, a great advantage humanity has over angels and demons alike." Raguel replied. "It's the same reason why, no matter what they do, your family will never achieve their goals in you."
"And what would that be?" Chloe wanted to know, unable to believe that a High Up angel thought she had something he didn't.
Raguel stared at her in silence before uttering two words. "Free Will."
The girl paused, staring at him, shocked.
The angel moved to the side of the bed opposite Dean's, his gaze on her. "Since you will not die, no matter what I send after you, and as I am unable to touch you myself…you must find a way to avert the prophecy hanging over your head. If the prophecy doesn't come to pass in your lifetime, it will never plague another woman's life and the world will notbecome the ruined and destroyed hell you witnessed."
"Why doesn't He do something?" She asked, back turned to Dean, staring into the tall angel's face. "Obviously this is all His fault. So why doesn't He get off His lofty ass and do something to fix this mess?"
The angel flinched at her disrespect, yet cleared his throat and didn't scold her. "He has left heaven for a time of…reflection and meditation…and has refused any contact we request."
"How long has He been on this little trip?" Chloe narrowed his eyes.
"Approximately six or seven hundred years." Raguel mumbled.
Chloe's eyes widened. "Jesus."
"You're talking to Jesus?" Dean's eyes widened. "What the-he exists?"
"How do I know it wasn't a dream and you're not manipulating me?" Chloe asked the angel.
His gaze went to her bag.
Narrowing her eyes on him, Chloe jumped out of bed and hurried to her bag, opening it, eyes widening as she caught a glimpse of the Archangel blade inside. But that wasn't what she pulled out. No. It was the chain with the two wedding bands that she removed, tears forming in her eyes as she stared at them.
Dean narrowed his eyes on the wedding bands.
The angel watched her silently.
Chloe stared up at Raguel, flashes of Dean dying haunting her. "Bring him back."
Dean's narrowed gaze went from the wedding bands to her.
"Bring him back!" She screamed, yanking out the Archangel blade and storming towards the angel menacingly.
He merely stared down at her.
Dean's eyes widened. "The hell-?"
"I love him." The girl whispered to Raguel what she knew the angel already knew. "Bring him back and I'll do anything you ask."
Dean went still.
"I can't bring back what isn't lost." The angel stared down at her, narrowing his eyes in slight confusion.
"Don't start with your vague, riddle bullshit!" Chloe snapped at him. "I swear I'll do what you want! What more do you need?"
"I am not…haggling." The angel tilted his head, his gaze going to Dean. "How can you ask me to bring him if he's here already?"
Chloe lowered her gaze. "I want my husband back."
The gun slipped from Dean's fingers and fell loudly to the floor.
"I do not understand why you keep asking for him…when he's here…even if in a different form." Raguel frowned in confusion.
"It's different." She whispered, knowing that there was no way this Dean would ever feel for her the way the other reality's one had, not with the way he hadn't been able to even look at her after one innocent kiss. This Dean would never be hers, and it broke her heart. It was her who was now unable to look at him. The feeling of loss was too great, too agonizingly real.
The angel eyed her oddly. "I will never understand humans and their emotions. They make no sense."
The Archangel blade slipped from Chloe's hands as she collapsed to her knees, tears falling down her cheek. "Please."
The angel sighed as he bent to his knees, staring into her face. "You want your husband returned to you?"
She nodded, desperate.
"Then do what I instructed you." His gaze went to Dean before returning to her Archangel blade. "You will need that."
Chloe's gaze lowered to the weapon, reaching out and clasping it.
"Time is ticking, Little Asset." Raguel whispered, reaching out and clasping his hand around hers over the blade, heat searing her flesh and entering the Archangel blade, Chloe for the first time sensing it as something more than just cold steel.
The blonde stared at the angel in confusion.
Raguel raised his other hand and cupped her swollen, bruised cheek, healing it with a surge of warmth, before releasing his hold on her and disappearing.
Chloe stared ahead of her before lowering her head and crying.
Dean just stood there watching, frozen, his hands clasped at his sides.
"I still can't believe that all this time she's been missing-she was in an alternate universe." Bobby announced, pulling off his trucker hat as he scratched his head, at a loss.
"She said it was one of our possible futures, the one in which heaven won." Dean muttered, staring out of the window, a hard look on his face. "Apparently this Raguel guy said that if either heaven or hell won it would be bad news for humanity, but he showed her the angel one so that she wouldn't think he was being biased and showing demons as the bad guys."
Sam sat in his bed, researching the angel Raguel. "From what I am finding here, this Raguel is a really big deal."
"Can we just forget the angel and apocalyptic part of this whole story and focus on something more disturbing for a moment?" Bobby frowned, staring between them. "That kid wasmarried in this alternate universe to one of the rebellion's leaders who died in her arms." Fatherly worry shone through his eyes. "Not only am I worried about the mental trauma thealready unstable girl had to go through seeing everyone she loved die like that-but she was in that alternate timeline for days. Exactly what did that husband of hers expect of her?"
"He was not her husband." Dean snapped, gaze remaining out of the window. "Whoever he was, the guy was married to the version of her from that reality. Not to her. The asshole took advantage of Chloe and used her as a substitute."
Sam's gaze went to his brother, noticing the tension and anger simmering under his skin, the stark resentment that seemed to emanate from his very pores.
The guy was jealous…and Sam didn't blame him.
Dean was emotionally slow, obviously still coming to terms with his strong feelings for Chloe, only for her to suddenly become married and obviously develop strong feelings for someone else…it must be hell.
Sam was also worried that this might just send Dean back into his emotionally-dulled previous existence.
Dean had never done too well with rejection, and tended to fortify his wall to protect himself emotionally.
The hunter had been lowering that wall with Chloe, and Sam was terrified that all the progress his brother had made wasn't only going to be in vain, but that Dean would take a hundred steps backwards.
"I can't believe Heaven and Hell would place such a heavy bet on the life of one girl." Bobby hissed, shaking his head. "Her death would start the end of the world, one way or the other."
"They can both go fuck themselves." Dean hissed, turning his back on the window and staring ahead of him, lips a grim line. "I'm also sick of them thinking they can just pull her in one direction or the other. That they think they can just take her and brainwash her into thinking she has some ties to some damned stranger whose death sends her into some sort of suicidal mission-!"
There was a knock on the door.
Sam straightened, turning his gaze to the door. "Come in."
The knob turned and Chloe slipped in, looking pale and having obviously lost some weight during her time in the parallel reality. "Hey."
Dean straightened immediately. "Hey."
She gave him a weak smile, now seeming to be the one unable to look at him, her gaze going to Bobby. "I'm going to go over to the diner across the road and get something. You guys want anything?"
"No thanks." Bobby shook his head.
"Me neither." Sam shook his head.
"I'm not hungry, but you shouldn't be alone." Dean cleared his throat. "I'll go with you."
"No!" Chloe's eyes widened, realizing how she sounded, clearing her throat as she turned her back on him. "I'm fine. Viktor won't do anything out in the open." She reached down into her knee-high combat boot and pulled out the weapon she'd informed them was an Archangel blade. "And if he does, I'll persuade him to leave me alone." She wouldn't look directly at Dean, giving a weak smile in his general direction before turning and hurrying out of the room.
Bobby cleared his throat, gaze going from the door to the hunter.
Dean stared at the door, hurt, frustration and anger welling behind his light hazel eyes as he clenched his hand into a fist and slammed it sideways into the wall.
Sam sighed, watching his brother, realizing how hard it was for the guy to have Chloe avoid him like this, withdraw from him.
Before she'd been taken by this angel, Chloe had been on the verge of smothering and clingy when it came to Dean, and yet now she'd done a whole 180, unable to look at him, talk to him, be in the same room with him.
She was acting almost identical to the way Dean had been with her before the incident, but Sam knew the reason for her avoidance was different from what Dean's had.
The youngest hunter shook his head, thinking back to the days of her disappearance, to Dean's near frightening fixation in finding her. He'd seemed to change from the person Sam knew him to be into…well…someone kinda scary.
And then one day they'd headed towards the Impala from the motel they'd forced him to sleep in, and they'd found the blonde dirty and covered in blood, face swollen and bruised, the girl sleeping in the back seat of the Impala.
She was back…but from the moment she'd awoken she wasn't the same girl they'd known.
She was quiet, withdrawn, and couldn't be close to Dean without looking like she wanted to cry.
And Dean wasn't dealing well with her change.
It proved to Sam just how much his brother needed this girl.
He was slowly falling apart, unravelling at the seams.
Sam was kinda relieved that Chloe's husband from the other universe hadn't made it, because had he crossed over with her Sam didn't know how Dean would have been able to handle it, especially since it seemed that during those days on the other side Chloe had fallen in love with him.
It made the youngest man wonder exactly what sort of man this husband of hers had been, to steal her affections from Dean so quickly.
"She just needs some time to readjust." Bobby cleared his throat. "Give her some space."
"Space?" Dean laughed darkly. "Bobby, if I give her any more space…" he shook his head, running his hand over his face before letting out a deep breath. "I'm losing her."
"She's grieving." Bobby would be able to understand the girl better than either of them, having lost his wife. "Her husband-."
"He wasn't her husband goddamn it!" Dean snapped. "Everyone needs to stop calling him that!"
"Dean…" Sam tried.
"No, Sammy, stop." Dean shook his head. "I know you and Bobby are trying to help, but just stop." He headed towards the door.
"Dean…" Bobby tried.
The young hunter opened the door, walked through, and slammed it shut behind him.
Bobby sighed, sharing a look with Sam.
Sam shrugged, not knowing if a confrontation between the two of them was a good thing or not.