Title: Little Miss Muffet
Sequel to: Through The Looking Glass
Series: Asset Series
Characters: Chloe/Dean, Sam/Jessica, Brady, Wade, and others...
Rating: M (for Chlean progression sake)
Disclaimer: Own nothing but the plot
Summary: Things between Chloe and Dean are steadily progressing towards hot and heavy. But when they, along with Sam, are kidnapped on their way to see John, and are reunited with unexpected friends and allies, they realize that an enemy from the past is back. They just don't know it's much more than just revenge, and that their enemy has some surprising backers.
Bringing her hand to her forehead, Chloe groaned as she sat up. Her eyes were heavy, and her head throbbed viciously. The blonde blinked a couple of times, her vision too foggy to really see where she was, and she spent the time trying to remember what had happened. That was when she remembered the explosions. She definitely wasn't in the motel anymore, and while a part of her was worried she'd been dragged into another alternate reality she knew that it would make no sense if she had. She'd already learnt all that she could learn from the last one, so this had to be something else.
"It was about time." A unexpected, familiar voice scoffed.
Chloe blinked harder and harder, a figure emerging from the shadows in the room to kneel in front of her. Finally her vision cleared and she could see his face. "Wade?"
"Hey stranger," he sighed. "Did not want to see you again under these circumstances."
"Circumstances?" Chloe pressed her hand harder to her head.
"Things are gonna be fuzzy for a couple of hours," Wade warned. "It was that way for all of us."
"All of us?" Chloe felt like a parrot echoing his words, but nothing made sense!
"Brady and Jess are here too." Wade made a face.
Chloe followed Wade's gaze and hers widened when she saw Sam and Dean unconscious on the floor. "How did we get here?"
"I'm still trying to figure that out," Wade mumbled. "The last thing I remember was falling asleep after a sweet deal going great. And then I woke up to this pit next to Jess and Brady...who don't remember getting here either. Both of them remember going to sleep, but this is no damned dream, if you get hurt here you don't wake up-you're just hurt."
"Who got hurt?" Chloe placed her hand on his arm.
"It's nothing," Wade muttered before lifting up his shirt to reveal a large scratch running down his abs.
"What happened?" Chloe gasped, fingertips trailing the skin next to the slash. Scars from his run-in with Goodnight were still there, etched into him, yet thankfully they'd healed by now.
"Let's just say you should be glad I am the one who found you instead of the other things that are here," Wade replied vaguely, letting out a little breath. "But I have to say, I'm feeling a little better now." His hand rested against hers, pressing her hand harder into his skin. "Your number hasn't been working, I was beginning to think you were avoiding me."
"I had to get rid of my last phone." She stared up into his face. "Had a run in with Viktor and that didn't go well. I had to go on the road for a little."
Wade's eyes narrowed. "That psycho's after you?"
"Not anymore," she replied with a little shrug. "Things only cleared a couple of days ago, and I was going to call you and explain once we got to where we were going-."
He smiled crookedly at her. "Not that I was waiting to hear on you or anything."
Chloe smiled up at him as well.
Chloe's head turned towards where the others had been unconscious, finding Sam shaking his head and Dean narrowing his eyes on them, Wade especially.
"Wade?" Sam groaned, confused. "What's going on?"
"And what the hell are you doing here?" Dean snapped, standing, hand to his head, which obviously hurt him as well.
Wade ignored him, eyes on Sam. "Your hot-ass girlfriend, and friend are here too by the way."
"What?" Sam's eyes widened. "Where are they?"
"The safe room," Wade replied. "They're probably wondering where I am. I was only supposed to scout this area after the lights, but I've been waiting for you three to decide to wake up awhile now. I am not dragging your asses around, and am not risking those things catching me."
"What things?" Dean frowned. "Where are we?"
"Don't know for certain," Wade stood, pulling Chloe with him, keeping her hand in his. "But this sure as hell isn't the place to talk about it. Come with me. The others will want in on this too."
"Just hold on a damned moment!" Dean snapped when Wade began leading Chloe towards the door. "We're not going any damned place with you! For all we know you're behind all of this and it's a trap!"
"You don't have to come. I really don't give a shit." Wade snorted, eyes narrowed on Dean before turning on Chloe. "When are you going to lose the underwear model?"
"Wade." Chloe frowned at him.
"Fine." Wade rolled his eyes, displeased, before turning to Dean. "Stay here if you like, but Sam's gonna come with me because his girlfriend and best friend are here, and Chloe's going to come with me because she trusts me." His gaze returned to her. "Right?"
She felt like she was between a rock and a hard place, but she did trust Wade, he'd sacrificed his safety for her in the past and she would never forget that. "With my life."
Dean's face darkened and his clenched fists clenched tighter.
Wade's lips twitched at her before motioning to the door. "Come on."
Chloe's gaze turned to Dean, confused as to his open hostility. "Dean." She knew that he'd never really trusted Wade, and that he'd never exactly liked him when he'd met him some months ago, but it'd never been this obvious before.
He turned his angry hazels on her. "No."
"It's Wade." She slipped her hand from Wade's and turned towards Dean, not getting why he was being so damned difficult.
"Exactly," Dean snarled.
"You have a problem with me, bro?" Wade took a menacing step towards Dean.
"Yeah, I do, "bro"." Dean sneered, taking a menacing step towards Wade. "What you going to do about it?"
"Jesus, Dean!" Sam snapped. "Stop being such a damned alpha male and just back down already! Jess is somewhere here and I will not let the two of you posturing keep me from her!"
"Sam's right." Chloe frowned. "Jess and Brady are somewhere here and obviously there's someone who's not only brought us here but has other things here. We need to regroup somewhere safe, not argue for no reason in someplace that's most probably horribly unsafe!"
"He could be leading us into a trap!" Dean snapped at her.
"He wouldn't!" Chloe threw her hands in the air.
"Why? Cuz he's a good person?" Dean sneered.
"Yes!" She nearly screamed.
"Guys, you should probably keep your voices down." Sam tried.
"And I'm not a good guy," Wade interjected. "How many times do I have to say that?"
"NOT helping your cause." Chloe glared at him.
"I'm just saying..." Wade shrugged. "I have a rep I have to keep up you know. Street cred."
She tried to keep her lips from twitching in amusement, but couldn't help herself, smiling up at him as she shook her head. "You're such an idiot, you know that?"
He grinned as winked. "You know it's what you like most about me."
Chloe laughed, shaking her head. "You're incorrigible."
Dean's fist slammed sideways into the wall next to him, the sound sharp and echoing.
The blonde's green gaze turned to him, wide as she fully took in his visage. His eyes were narrowed and dark, his muscles tensed, slightly trembling, almost as if he was barely keeping himself still. "Dean?"
"Fine," he growled, striding towards them, his every step purposeful as he stood next to them. Hazels narrowed on Wade as he slipped his arm around Chloe's shoulders.
Wade's eyebrow raised. "I see." He sneered. "Challenge accepted."
Chloe narrowed her eyes as she looked between the two guys on her each side before pulling away from both of them and instead walking over to Sam and placing her hand in his. "Until you two can act like adults and not like two kids fighting over a toy, I'm sticking with Sam."
"Don't blame you," Sam muttered, shaking his head in disappointment. "Okay Wade, take us to where the others are."
Wade looked between them curiously before nodding. "This way, and stay low and quiet. I just got slashed, don't wanna see what happens when you get bitten."
Dean knew that he was acting like a territorial douchebag, but couldn't help it. He'd never liked Wade, never, and he liked him even less now. To be truthful he resented and quite probably detested the guy, and yeah, he was jealous and insecure as hell. But he figured that he had every right to see this delinquent as Public Enemy Number One given all he knew.
Chloe had married the guy in the alternate universe. She'd never actually come out and said it, but Dean'd read between the lines and figured things out.
Wade. She'd married Wade. She'd said she'd loved the other world's him-so why shouldn't she now see her world's Wade and not wonder if maybe she was just wasting her time with someone as screwed up as Dean? Someone who had nothing to offer her.
She still wore her wedding ring and his on a chain around her neck at all times for crying out loud! Obviously she had yet to give up a hundred per cent on the life and love she'd had in that other place. Every time he saw a glimpse of flashing gold Dean could feel his heckles rising much like a cat.
As they followed Wade, Dean had to admit that while he'd never really liked how close Sam and Chloe were (given their history) he preferred her clinging to Sam's hand than to Wade's. Sam was in love with Jess, that much was obvious, he wouldn't do anything to put that relationship in jeopardy. Plus, Dean liked to think that Sam wouldn't ever try anything with Chloe anyway because she was his big brother's girl.
They moved silently through what seemed like an abandoned town, everything run down and in disuse for years. They bobbed through alleyways and old shops, Wade always pausing at any little sound, and yet they didn't encounter anything as they reached the warehouse, Wade knocking on the door in a patterned way, pausing before continuing. Finally, on the last knock, the door slid open to reveal Brady, whose eyes widened in shock as he slid the door completely open. "Sam? Chloe?"
"Sam?" Jess could be heard crying from inside.
Sam let go of Chloe and raced inside to embrace his girlfriend and hold her close.
Chloe, Dean and Wade slipped into the warehouse, Brady closing the door and wrapping an iron chain around the locks.
"It got you guys too?" Brady asked in confusion, looking at them with a frown. "What the hell is going on?"
"That's what I would like to know," Dean declared, seeing the salt line around the inside of the warehouse. "Are we dealing with a ghost?"
Brady and Wade shared a look.
"What is it?" Chloe frowned as she stepped closer.
"Chloe, we didn't want to tell you because we didn't want to scare you-not without proof..." Brady started with a sigh.
Chloe's eyes narrowed on him. "What are you talking about?"
Sam stood, pulling Jess with him. "You're not saying-?"
Brady nodded. "Yeah Sam, that's what I'm saying."
"Sammy?" Chloe turned to Sam, sounding like a lost child. "What are they talking about?"
He lowered his gaze. "We didn't want to scare you, Chloe. Especially when we couldn't be sure."
"What did you think would scare her?" Dean frowned, turning on his brother.
Jessica was the one who spoke. "It's Spencer. He's still alive-or-as alive as he can be I guess."
Chloe's eyes widened, her skin going horribly pale. "He died."
"Tommy died." Sam shook his head. "Spencer somehow survived inside of him and, I'm assuming, jumped into one of the rescue workers."
Chloe looked around her, almost disoriented, eyes shining with unshed tears as her gaze rested on Wade. "Did you know?"
"Don't look at me." He raised his hands. "I only found this out after I woke up here."
She turned her eyes on Dean, obviously asking the same question.
Dean shook his head.
Chloe then turned her greens on the other three. "I can't believe you wouldn't tell me, that you didn't warn me!"
"We were trying to protect you," Jess whispered.
"By leaving me with a false sense of security?" Chloe snapped at her, causing the older girl to draw back into her boyfriend. "How could you do something like that? I trusted you! Obviously, I was wrong to."
"Chloe." Sam started, warningly.
"No!" She snapped, furious, interrupting the large giant quite viciously. "You don't get to tell me anything! You don't know what he did to me! SHE does! SHE knew better than to not tell me!"
Sam frowned slightly, confused, turning a little look at his girlfriend. "What's she talking about?"
"Chloe." Jess pulled away from Sam, eyeing the girl imploringly. "I'm sorry."
"Whatever." The younger blonde shook her head. "Fighting between us isn't going to do anything else but make him stronger."
Dean watched her, pride bubbling in the pit of his stomach at how strong this girl was. Had it been two months ago she would've been crying and nervous and clutching to him, a nervous wreck filled with ghost pains and nervous attacks. But the girl in front of him wasn't reaching out to anyone else for strength, instead she found it within herself for the first time since he'd known her. And damn it if it wasn't that other universe that'd done this.
He shifted uncomfortably at the thought that time with Wade had made Chloe a stronger person.
"It's just not him though." Brady's words drew the newcomers' gaze on him. "He has friends."
"Friends as in-?" Sam's eyes narrowed.
"Please don't say the Nightstalker or someone like that," Dean groaned.
"No one famous," Brady began.
"But hella ugly, angry, and definitely not human," Wade finished. "We've managed to keep them out with the salt we stole from the kitchen, but we need water, food, things we don't have here. And every time we venture out we're in danger."
"We've tried escaping wherever this is, but it's abandoned, isolated, and we never get to the town's edge before we're driven back and have to run back here." Jess whispered, hugging herself, eyes haunted. "We've been here for three days, and it always seemed like he was just keeping us here, waiting for something."
"Or someone." Wade eyed Sam and Chloe. "I'm thinking he was waiting for the whole set before really starting his game." He clenched his fists. "It's what I would do if a group had pissed me off and nearly killed me."
"He's right." Brady declared, on edge. "Other than Dean, we're all the survivors of the massacre."
"Why exactly is Pretty Boy here anyway?" Wade wanted to know, leaning against the wall. "I mean, why bring him? He's not one of us."
A muscle jumped in Dean's cheek.
"Brady?" Chloe turned to the blonde. "Can I talk to you for a second?"
Brady's eyebrow raised but he nodded, motioning to the far corner.
Dean watched them go, eyes narrowed, wondering exactly what Chloe felt she needed to talk to Brady about that she didn't want them, him, to hear.
"What's up Chlo?" Brady asked once they'd gone to the opposite corner of the warehouse, hands in his jacket's pockets, quite confused.
Chloe looked up at the guy that she'd known since highschool, not intimately but in a place as small as Smallville you kinda knew people because you knew their story. She stared at him, wondering why she hadn't questioned the name change and attitude more. Then again she'd never really been close to Whitney Fordman and had wanted to get to know Tyson Brady if he'd let her.
The blonde licked her lips, turning so that her back was to the others, her voice soft as she stared up into his handsome face. "I don't want any bullshit from you."
His eyes widened slightly. "Okay?"
"Are you working along with him?" She asked, studying his every feature. "Did you help Spencer bring us here? Are you in on this?"
His eyes widened in shock and horror. "How could you think that?"
"Because you're a demon, and while we've been friends all this while I don't know how to trust a demon," she replied and watched the way his face paled. "I have an Archangel blade and I'm pretty sure if I run you through with it, you'll die."
Brady gulped. "How-?"
So he wasn't going to deny it. Good. It made whatever next came out of his lips more credible. That said, she was not prepared for what did come out of his lips.
"So you know about Jess too?"
Chloe's eyes widened. "She's a demon too?"
"No." He shook his head, staring down at her. "So you didn't know about her."
"What about her?" Chloe pressed.
Brady looked away. "It's not my story to tell."
She took a menacing step towards the much larger, stronger male. "Talk."
He cleared his throat, looking at his feet. "Ever heard of the Gwargedd Annwn?"
Chloe thought for a moment, knowing the name sounded familiar, before her eyes widened. "You can't be serious."
"Not spending her free time at the bottom of lakes?" Brady prompted.
"She's half. Her mother is full."
"How did you-?"
"We clocked onto each other when we met through Sam, told the other we'd what we knew secret if the other did. And if we didn't hurt Sam. That was the deal." Brady shrugged.
"Why would you care if Sam was hurt?" Chloe narrowed her eyes. "You're a demon." She reached out and placed her hand on his chest. "And what about Whitney?"
Brady gazed down at her hand. "My orders have always been to protect Sam Winchester. He's important to Azazel. He wants him alive."
This probably had to do with the fact that Sam was supposed to fight on hell's side in the war post the Asset's death.
Chloe could trust this so much easier having this knowledge under her belt.
"And Whitney...he didn't survive that last fight with his dad," Brady sighed. "I knew occupation of a body with a living soul trapped inside of it would be an issue with anyone if I got found out, so I chose one whose inhabitant was already on the way out." He shrugged. "It's just me in here."
Somehow...somehow she'd already known this. That didn't mean that it didn't sadden her as she let her hand drop to her side. "I'm not going to tell them about you."
"Why not?" He asked softly.
"Because they'll kill you." Her green orbs rose to his.
He gulped before nodding his agreement to that. "So, Archangel blade."
"Impressed?" She tried for a smile.
"You have no idea." He didn't crack a smile at all, seeming somewhat nervous as he eyed, her almost as if seeing her for the first time.
Chloe eyed him. "Do you really have no idea why we're here?"
"Oh, I think we all have an idea about why we're here." He sent a look towards the others before returning his gaze to her. "This is revenge."
"Why's Dean here then?" Chloe wanted to know. "He isn't a part of this."
"Isn't he?" Brady raised an eyebrow at her look. "How better to hurt you than to hurt him?"
Brady sighed as he leaned in. "At least tell me that you and he have done the naked tango by now."
Chloe blushed darkly before lowering her head, shaking it.
"You can't be serious!" Brady hissed, palming his face. "You know that Spencer has a thing for virgins!"
"It isn't my fault! I didn't even know he was still a threat!" She glared hotly at Brady, reminding him of whose fault that was. "Anyway, we were about to, last night, when-." She licked her lips, face growing hotter and hotter. "It was finally going to happen and then I got brought to this dump."
"That's not good." Brady frowned.
"Tell me about it!" Chloe grumbled.
He looked darkly amused at her. "I meant, he chose to bring you before Dean could 'defile' you. He made sure you were still a virgin."
Chloe gulped, looking up at him. "Is there anything demon-wise you can do?"
Brady shook his head. "Not without giving away who I am, and you know what would happen if they knew. I've been keeping them safe as best and discreetly as I can, discreetly for Wade's sake at least. Even then there's something about this place that has weakened me. I have no idea what it is, and believe me, I'm annoyed as hell."
Chloe ran her hand over her face. "Maybe now that we're all here he'll show up to give the cliched Villain Speech where he tells everyone his ultimate plan for some reason or the other."
Brady's lips twitched as the two made their way back to the others. "Are we talking about the same Spencer? Because if I remember right, he wasn't much into monologues."
He was, unfortunately, very right about that.
Taking in a deep breath, Chloe eyed the demon in front of her. "How frequently are you supposed to check in with Azazel?" She leaned closer. "How long do we got until you're missed and they start looking?"
Brady licked his lips. "Today. I should've checked in today."
"Good. That means the search is on already…but you can't contact him with them around, we'll need to get you some time alone." She eyed him before clearing her throat and turning to the others, leading Brady back to find Wade and Dean arguing about something. "We need to get out of here."
"We know that." Wade turned his gaze on her. "Did you miss the part where we can't?"
"I'm not just staying here because you're too scared to leave." Dean declared.
"Scared?" Wade turned on Dean. "If I was scared I wouldn't have been out there and wouldn't have found you guys so shut up Calvin Klein!"
Jess stood next to Sam and yet was eyeing Chloe repentantly.
Chloe just didn't want to deal with Jess right now, not now, not with everything. So she ignored the older girl and turned to Brady. "Do you have any idea where we are?"
"We found a map of Wyoming with a town called Forgotten circled in red, but it could be a Red Herring for all we know," Brady admitted.
At least this was a start.