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Chloe's Supernatural - Season One 18/? 
7th-Dec-2008 11:51 am

Title: Chloe's Supernatural
Season: 1
Part: 2
Rating: T-M
Pairing: Chloe/Dean, Chloe/Sam, Dean/Chloe/Sam
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Supernatural
Warning: Spoilers Supernatural Season 1, AU Smallville
Summary:  Chloe has been traveling with the WInchesters for months now, working the cases with them and getting closer to both brothers, trying to do their job, find their father, and understand more about the demon that killed their mother, Jessica, and is now after Chloe. There's also the mystery of Chloe's mother, and now Lois and the Justice League are getting mixed in the deal as well...

Huddling in the corner of the room, six-year-old Chloe closed her eyes tightly, crying. Her hair was long, falling down her back and all around her like a golden shield as she hugged herself tighter, whimpering.

“Darling? What is it? What’s wrong?” Moira Sullivan’s voice was soft and worried, and right in front of her daughter.

Lifting her gaze, Chloe opened her teary eyes and looked at the kind face of her mother. “Where’s daddy?”

For a moment Moira paused, before she sat down on the ground next to her daughter, raising her hand and tenderly brushing back her golden locks from her face. “He’s busy working at the factory honey, you know that.” She sighed, continuing to run her fingers through the young girl’s silky locks. “What is it? Why are you here crying? What happened?”

“Nothing.” Chloe whimpered, pulling away from her touch and plastering herself harder against the wall, closing her eyes tightly.

“Baby?” Moira whispered, sounding concerned. “Tell mommy what’s wrong. Don’t be afraid, just tell me.”

The little girl was shaking. “I—I saw you.”

And the woman hesitated. “Saw what? What did you see, Chloe?”

Opening her eyes, Chloe slowly turned her head so that she was looking into her mother’s blue eyes. “I saw you.”

Silence reigned in the room as Moira just observed her daughter in silence. “Say it, Chloe. Say it.”

Lowering her gaze, Chloe wiped at the tears in her eyes and sniffled, confused. Why was her mother acting this way? Why would she do what she’d done? What was going on? Shouldn’t her mother be acting differently? “I—I—I saw you h-hurt that man. Who was he? What was he doing here? He---blood.” She closed her eyes again tighter and huddled against the wall.

“Oh baby, you were never meant to see that.” Moira sighed, pressing her back against the wall, looking up at the ceiling. “I thought you were sleeping, I thought I’d have all the blood gone from before you woke up.”

Chloe froze in horror, confused and terrified. Her mother---what was she saying? Had she done this before?

“Are you a big girl, Chloe? Or are you still a little girl?”

She was so confused and numb, not understand how she was supposed to act. “A—a big girl.”

“Then wipe those childish tears from your eyes and look at me.”

The sound of her mother’s voice caused Chloe to do as ordered, and she looked into her mother’s eyes.

“I’m going to tell you something not even your daddy knows so listen to me.” Moira announced, face serious, eyes slightly narrowed. “That man in our kitchen? The man you saw? He was a bad man, and he deserved everything I did to him. He hurt people, Chloe. He hurt little girls like you for fun, and I was making sure that you were safe, that he’d never be able to hurt you ever.” A smile slipped onto her face as she reached forwards and tenderly placed a strand of Chloe’s hair out of her face and behind her ear. “And I did it because I love you.”

The young child looked up at her mother, desperately accepting those words. “The blood—he opened his mouth but no sound came out.”

“Yes, that’s true.” Moira nodded, her eyes bleeding black. “You saw these too, didn’t you, sweety? You saw mommy’s eyes.”

Nodding, Chloe remained silent as her mother’s hand slid down her face to cup her jaw. “Why do your eyes look like that sometimes, mommy? Why do you talk to yourself sometimes?”

“So you’ve heard me too.” And suddenly Moira was grinning. “You’re a sneaky little demon, aren’t you, baby?”

Chloe smiled slightly at the petname her mother had given her considering how mischievous she could be.

“And you haven’t told anyone?”

Chloe shook her head.

“Good girl.” Satisfaction and praise tinted that voice as Moira scooted closer. “You are a big girl, Chloe. I’m going to tell you another secret, okay?”

The young girl nodded her head rapidly, already the horror she’d seen was beginning to slowly fade from her memories.

“I’m special.” Moira announced, putting her arm around her daughter and drawing her closer. “I’m a, uh, I’m a superhero, and I make sure bad men and women don’t hurt anyone anymore. But normal people, they wouldn’t understand what I do. They would make me out to be the bad one. There are some that even hunt my kind.”

“Was---was that man one of those bad men?” Chloe whispered, horrified.

“No. He wasn’t a Hunter.” Moira shook her head, pulling Chloe onto her lap. “But he was a bad man, and so I did to him what I do to all bad men.”

Chloe stiffened, the images returning full-force. “You killed---.”

“No. I, I saved others.” Moira’s voice was insistent. “I need you to understand the difference because now you are the only one I trust, and now that you know I want to teach you.”

Chloe froze. “Teach—?”

“Did you think I was the only special one?” Moira laughed softly. “Chloe. You’re my daughter. One day you will have to ki---keep people safe. One day you will be the, uhm, superhero.”

The child closed her eyes as she remembered the terrified look on the man’s face as he bled out on the kitchen floor, his heart still beating in her mother’s hands. “No! I don’t wanna do it! No!”

“You’re not ready yet.” Moira sighed with regret. “Oh well, you’ll just have to forget about everything you know up till now until next time.” She pressed her hand on the child’s head. “They do say third time’s the charm.” And with that power flowed from her hand into the child’s head and Chloe collapsed in her mother’s arms, asleep.


Gasping, Chloe shot up in bed, body drenched in sweat as she looked around the beat up motel room. She was alone, which meant that the boys had gone to investigate Jim Miller’s family without waking her up—probably had thought they were doing her a favor by lettering her catch a couple of Z’s.

Ducking her head the blonde let out a deep breath. Green orbs closed as she tried to calm her beating heart, thankful that this nightmare, this, this memory had happened while the boys were out otherwise she’d be unable to hide it from them.


It wasn’t that she was keeping secrets from them, no, it was just that Chloe didn’t want to worry them. And if she were to be completely truthful, she didn’t want to tell them about the few rare memories she was recuperating because she was confused enough with the information each gave her.

She’d confronted the demon in her mother’s body twice before the day John Winchester had arrived and saved her---and both times the demon hadn’t attacked her but had been the same mother she’d always known and had let her know her desire to train her.

And that was what confused and frightened Chloe most of all.

What did a demon have to train an innocent young girl…unless that young girl wasn’t exactly innocent to begin with?

Growling, Chloe fisted her hands in her hair, feeling so frustrated and alone. She needed answers and she needed them now! But unless she found her mother---the demon inhabiting her mother---John Winchester---or the demon bastard who’d started all of this, she’d never know and she’d live her whole life with these nightmares, never knowing why.

“And now that would be a bitch of an existence, wouldn’t it?”

Crying out in surprise at the unfamiliar voice, Chloe jerked her head up and saw a man sitting on a chair, watching her. With a swift movement she reached under her pillow and pulled out the sawed off Dean insisted she keep with her at all times, training it on the intruder. “Who the hell are you?”

“Feisty little girl, aren’tcha?” The man grinned at her in what could seem like pride, not at all concerned that there was a gun aimed at him by a trigger-happy blonde. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. You’ve grown up on me Chloe.” His expression turned nostalgic. “And you look so much like your mother.”

The hand she had holding the sawed off began to shake slightly. “You—you knew my mother?”

“Both of them.” He nodded before looking around the motel room with a disapproving look in his blue eyes. “Not exactly the Ritz. With that credit card scam they’ve got going on you’d think they’d manage to get a place for you where you have at least the possibility of not getting some heinous, life-threatening disease.”

By now Chloe was frustrated and tired and confused…so she lowered the sawed off and shook her head. “Who are you?”

“A concerned citizen.” The man announced, returning his attention to her. “I like the hair by the way, frames the face.”

Chloe didn’t know how to react to this conversation. “What are you?”

He tilted his head to the right. “The only link you have to the answers buried in your past. Yes, I thought you’re ‘surprised face’ would look like that. I know all there is to know about you. I know why the demon in your mother wanted to train you, I know what happened after she ran from your kitchen, and I know why John Winchester is hiding from you and his boys.”

And while those were very enticing answers, there was only one that she truly wanted to know. “Do you know who’s after me?”

“Yes.” He nodded. “I do. And I know why.”

“Why?” She asked, not caring who he was or how he knew this information. “What am I?”

“If you tell anyone about this, about me, you will never know.” He paused.

“But Sam, Dean---.”

“Mustn’t know of me for now.” He announced. “Swear or I will go and you will never get this opportunity again.”

“I—I.” Chloe closed her eyes tightly. “I swear.”

“Good.” He smiled, and it was beautiful. “The first step we must take together is to break the seal she has on your mind. It will be a slow, hard process and it will hurt very much. You could die.”

She snorted, shaking her head. “You don’t sugarcoat things, do you?”

The man shook his head. “No. Not when it isn’t needed.” He paused. “Are you ready?”

Chloe nodded.

And then there was only pain.


The whole Justice League had been in a nervous, tense environment ever since giving Chloe the OK to tell those ruffians she was traveling with about their secret. If it’d been up to them they would have never trusted those trigger happy strangers, but they’d wanted to make life a little easier for their Watchtower, and now they were worried.

Chloe should have gotten back to them by now telling them how her companions had taken the news, and yet a couple of days had passed and nothing. At first they’d figured she might be in a hunt, and then---then they began to worry that something had happened.

This was why Oliver had traced Chloe down and with the help of Clark’s super strength and speed (he carried Oliver and Victor), they, along with Bart, were standing in front of the motel room Chloe and the Winchesters had checked into the night before.

They’d been knocking for a while, knowing that Chloe was in the room alone, without any answer. At first they thought she might be sleeping with her earphones on and couldn’t hear them (since Clark’s x-ray vision proved Chloe was on the bed) but when suddenly they heard her screaming they broke down the door and hurried in, ready to annihilate anything that thought it could hurt their Watchtower.

And that’s when they found Chloe screaming and kicking in bed, an expression of pure agony on her face…and she was still asleep. They tried all they could to wake her up, and yet the young blonde only continued to scream and kick.

“Chloe, Chlo, wake up!” Oliver shook her as he sat by her side, face showing his terror. “Sidekick! Wake up!”

“I knew those two couldn’t be trusted to take care of her!” Clark growled in impotence, slamming his fist into a wall and leaving a huge hole. “I told them not to leave her alone! Where are they?!”

“What’s wrong with Chloelicious?” Bart asked in a soft voice, obviously terrified.

“We have to get Sully out of here.” Victor announced, his face dark and serious, angry and worried. “I’ve done a quick scan on her and her brain waves are off the chart. We need to get her to the League’s clinic and heavily sedate her—find some way to stop whatever’s happening to her, or otherwise she’ll have an aneurism and she will die.”

“Clark.” Oliver spoke, his voice dark.

“Already on it.” Clark nodded, understanding his boss’ wishes as he went to the bed, picked up his agonized best friend and vanished in a second.

“I’m going—going to help---any—any way I can.” And with that Bart disappeared as well.

Less than a minute later Clark was back for Victor. “I left her with AC, but we need you to work the machines.”

“Of course.” Victor nodded.

“Boy Scout,” Oliver spoke, stopping Clark from taking Victor and disappearing. “When you take Victor, come back. You and I are going to wait for these Winchesters until they get back.”

Clark’s face pinched with anger at the thought of the brothers, but he nodded and disappeared with Victor.

Oliver clenched his fists, trying to keep in all of his murderous anger. He’d said that he would try keep out of Chloe’s business for her own safety, but theseWinchesters had managed to let his Watchtower get hurt, and he wasn’t going to stand for it.

I can take a lot of things sitting down, but I will NOT tolerate ANYONE letting Chloe get hurt!


The first thing Sam did when they got into the Impala and drove away from the Miller residence was to check his phone to see if Chloe had called him while they were investigating. He smiled slightly to himself when he found no missed calls.

“That girl must still be sleeping.”

Dean chanced a glance at the radio clock and raised an eyebrow. “It’s after twelve. She can’t be that much of a sleepyhead.”

“Well, we all deserve a day of just sleeping.” Sam defended, playing with the neck of his priest’s getup. “God, sometimes I just want to put this all on hold for a year and just sleep.”

“Yeah, I feel like that sometimes myself.” Dean sighed, turning the corner. “But getting back to the job---are you sure something killed this guy?”

Dean.” Sam took in a deep breath. “I saw that man fighting for his life—and my visions are never wrong. Something killed that guy. We have to find out who or what did this and stop it. Didn’t you see how destroyed his wife, brother and son were?”

“Okay okay, don’t get all bitchy on me, it’s just a question.” Dean announced, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. “All I’m saying is that there was no EMF reading, no sulfur, nothing happened in that house…everything was clean. It seems like an ordinary suicide.”

“But it isn’t.” Sam looked out of the window and glared, feeling defensive. “Where are we going anyway? The motel’s that way.”

“There’s a fast food restaurant around the block,” Dean answered. “Figured Chloe must be hungry.”

“Good idea, I’ll call her and see if she wants anything in particular.” Sam dialed Chloe’s number and pressed the phone to his ear, frowning slightly when it went straight to voicemail. “She must have it off.”

Dean frowned and chanced a look in Sam’s direction. “Chloe never turns her phone off. She knows we’ll worry about her if we can’t get into contact with her immediately.”

“Her battery might’ve died while she was sleeping…” And yet not even Sam believed that for a minute. “Dean, maybe we should---.”

“Already on it.” Performing a sharp U-turn in the middle of the road, tires screeched as Dean pressed the pedal to the medal and sped back towards the motel.

Once parked the brothers hurried up the stairs towards their room, skidding to a stop when they found the front door kicked in. Immediately their faces went hard and their hands reached for their guns as they entered the room---only to find Clark Kent leaning against the wall and Oliver Queen sitting on the bed.

“What the hell happened here?” Dean asked, pointing his gun at Oliver while Sam kept his trained on Clark. “Where’s Chloe?”

“You have the nerve to ask that question?” Clark Kent growled as he pushed away from the wall---which had a hole in it that hadn’t been there when the boys had left that morning. “I told you not to leave her alone! If she dies I will--!”

Die?” Sam felt terror like nothing he’d ever felt fill his soul as his hands began to tremble. “What—what happened?”

“Where’s Chloe?” Dean growled.

“We took her back.” Oliver Queen finally spoke, raising his gaze, shocking the brothers with the immense hatred there. “I don’t care if we don’t have any experience dealing with the supernatural, we’ll deal, because even if we don’t we still take better care of her than you do.”

“Listen you sonofa---.” Dean began.

“What happened?” Sam interrupted, looking from one cold face to the other. “Where’s Chloe? What happened to her?”

Suddenly there was a rush of wind and a younger, shorter boy was suddenly standing in front of Oliver, shocking Sam and Dean silent with his appearance.

“Boss,” the younger man announced. “Victor managed to stabilize Chloe but she’s in it pretty deep. She won’t wake up no matter what we do.”

“Get back to Command Central and tell Victor to move Chloe’s things to a more permanent room.” Oliver ordered, voice cold---and suddenly the boy had disappeared again—gone.

“What the---.” Dean stammered. “What the hell are you people? And what did Speedy Gonzales mean when he said Chloe wouldn’t wake up? What the fuckhappened?”

“If you’d been around, you would have known.” Oliver responded before turning to Sam. “I told you once that I wouldn’t kidnap her while you were gone---but I’m taking that back now. Chloe isn’t safe with you anymore, this proves it. We have the ability and the resources to keep her safe and healthy, and we’re going to do just that.”

Sam opened his mouth to try and say anything, but he couldn’t speak. There was slight hysteria building up inside of him as he realized that they were losing Chloe, that this morning, watching her as she slept might have been the last time he’d ever see her. “No.”

“Take us to her.” Dean ordered, his voice odd, deeper, thicker. “Dammit! You have to take us to where she is!”

“No.” Clark shook his head. “You two have done enough, we’re taking over from hereon out. I didn’t even want to stay here and let you know about the situation but Oliver said it was the right thing to do.”

“Well let’s all put our hands together for him and his good principals.” Dean mocked, angry, his voice wobbling with a tint of the same desperation Sam felt. “Now take us to Chloe. If she’s hurt we need to be there.”

“The best way you can help Chloe now is by continuing with your hunts, finding the thing that’s threatening her---and killing it.” Oliver spoke. “Don’t waste time trying to find us, when we want to we can’t be found.”

“You have no right--!” Dean cocked the gun…and then Clark moved and he and Oliver were gone. “Who the HELL was Chloe friends with?!?” Dean yelled, throwing his gun down in impotent anger before leaning against the wall and sliding to the ground. “What happened? Why wouldn’t they at least tell us what happened?

“We shouldn’t have left her.” Sam whispered, looking towards the bed, his chest hurting him so badly he too slid down the wall and sat on the ground. “What are we gonna do, man?”

Dean took in a deep breath, running his hand over his head. “We’re gonna finish this hunt.” His hazel eyes turned to his brother. “And then we’re gonna find those motherfuckers and take Chloe back.”


The pain---the pain…it was too much! Chloe wanted it to end! She didn’t care if she remembered anymore, she just wanted to forget the pain, to forget anythingto stop the pain. She would leave it forgotten, she would! Just—the pain!

“Mommy’s special…”

“Hi—my name is Clark Kent. The Principal asked me to show you around school.”

“See that? On my family tree? I added your name, Lana. You’re my sister now.”

“Do Luthors even have souls?”

“Mommy left us---it’ll just be you and me from now own, kiddo.”

“Pete! Stop being such a slowpoke!”

“Don’t worry, Clark didn’t tell me your secret. I discovered your green fetish all on my own.”

“Sam, slap your brother up the back of his head for me, I’m way too tired to do it myself.”

“I want to train you—to be like me. Wouldn’t you like that?”

“Are you sure you didn’t like Clark, Lois?”

“I know who is after you and why.”

“We found you…you can never escape…Chloe…”


“What’s going on with her, Victor?” Oliver asked as they watched Chloe lying still on the bed, face a mask of agony. She’d stopped moving and had seemed to slip into a sort of catatonic state, and Oliver was getting more and more worried.

“I don’t know what’s happening, boss.” Victor kept his eyes on their Watchtower. “But something is going on in her brain that’s clearly affecting her greatly. Her brain is registering amazing activity like nothing I’ve ever seen charted before. I didn’t even know that the brain could continue functioning with what hers is being put through.”

“Have you been able to find any reason for this?” Clark asked from where he sat next to Chloe, running his fingers through her hair, trying to soothe her any way he could.

“I’m not a doctor, Clark!” Vic snapped before sighing. “Sorry, it’s just that machines can only do so much.”

“I understand.” Clark nodded.

“I’m going to find the best in the neurological field and bring him in, see if he can figure out what’s going on with Chloe. For appearance sake she’ll be moved to my penthouse.” Oliver announced. “That way we’ll be protecting the league and she’ll get the professional help she needs.”

“Lets do it.” Clark announced.

Victor nodded.


“Do you know how much of our operation you have put at risk with this stupid stunt of yours?” She screamed at him, furious. “Her mind isn’t ready for something like this! Her memories will fuse as one and then they’ll break!”

“It needed to be done.” He announced unrepentantly, looking out of the window. “I was the only one with the guts to do it.”

“You better pray that she makes it out alive!” She hissed. “Or this will end badly for you.” With that she stomped out of the room, leaving him alone in the darkness, looking out of the window.

And once he was sure he was alone, he smirked.

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8th-Dec-2008 03:03 am (UTC)
Glad your liking it so far! Yep, I was like, I"m gonna surprise everyone! lol...plus, I wanted a little controversy with the JL and the Win Bros.
29th-Dec-2009 07:54 am (UTC)
Talk about an amazing twist. I think the female voice was Meg though.
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