Title: Chloe, InterruptedSeries: Asset SeriesSequel to: Little Miss MuffetPairing: Chloe/DeanRating: TDisclaimer: Don't ownSummary: Lois is back, Dean and Chloe are keeping their relationship a secret, and now the person Chloe fears the most is loose and after her. When the blonde is sent somewhere to be safe, she meets someone who is supposed to play a big part in the future. Are these coincidences, or is someone pulling the strings?
"You'd think that, after all of these sleepless nights, I'd conk out the second I closed my eyes," Adam muttered as he lay in bed and stared at the ceiling.
"It's just your pent up energy, you'll go to sleep soon." Chloe sat on the chair and had a towel-wrapped Archangel blade hidden beneath her and out of sight. "You need to relax. If anything comes tonight, I'll be here. You wont get hurt."
"Why do you believe me?" He sounded so confused. "Why are you helping me? I'm a stranger."
He turned on the bed immediately to stare at her. "What do you mean?"
"It's going to sound crazy," she warned.
He motioned to the room. "We're in an asylum waiting for the Boogeyman. I think I can handle crazy."
She chuckled at that, amused with Dean's youngest brother. He was the Winchester closest to her age and she could see why, in the alternate reality, she had been friends with him. She'd learnt a lot from the other side, and she knew what could happen if Adam wasn't brought completely into the fold. She knew her instincts usually were to protect herself and those around her by hiding the truth, but she needed to be upfront with Adam, he needed to know. "In another reality, you kill me and all those I love."
He froze. "What?"
"I told you it would sound crazy," she sighed. "I know your father, John Winchester, and your brothers, Sam and Dean."
Adam went still before he sat up. "I have brothers?"
So Sam and Dean weren't the only ones who'd been kept in the dark. "Yes, they're both older than us."
Adam eyed her thoughtfully, a bit disturbed. "Did you come here from another universe to stop me from becoming evil or something?"
She shook her head. "I'm from this timeline, but I was taken to the other to see how the war will ravage the earth. In all the other realities the war has already happened, this is the only one where it hasn't yet, and I was being warned."
"War?" Adam narrowed his eyes.
"Between heaven and hell." She knew she sounded full-blown crazy but wouldn't stop. "You see, there's this bet going around heaven and hell, and the Asset plays a big part because she gives birth to the Michaelsword and the Luciferblade, the first which is destined to kill her and start the apocalypse. But each and every time an Asset has been born, she's been killed before the Michaelsword has come into his or her own." Chloe cleared her throat. "The last Asset, before me, was Mary Winchester. She was killed above her youngest son's cradle." She licked her lips. "Supposedly a hundred or so years are supposed to pass before another Asset can be born but here I am. And since the Michaelsword and Luciferblade are adults, well…" She cleared her throat. "To put things simple, Dean's the Michaelsword, and Sam the Luciferblade. Dean was supposed to kill me, but he made himself unfit, which meant that it fell to you. The Michaelsword and Luciferblade have to be siblings."
"You're right, this does sound crazy." Adam cleared his throat. "But, the thing is, the creature who killed my mother did so because it was after me. It wanted to "stop me from fulfilling my destiny"." He stared at Chloe. "I didn't understand it at the time, but now I do. It didn't want me to kill you."
Chloe's eyes widened. "What?"
Adam groaned and ran his hand over his head. "It's all my fault. What happened to her is my fault! I become some evil, murdering asshole and because of that—!"
"The future can change! Don't you get that?" Chloe moved from the chair to the bed. "I'm here, helping you, because you can change. That future doesn't have to be ours!"
"How can you say that?" He snapped at her.
"You can make yourself unfit for the role of Michaelsword," she whispered. "Dean did. We're still not sure how, but he did. And that means that you can too. This is why I was sent to the alternate timeline. So that I could stop it from happening."
"Yeah, you can," he agreed. "You can kill me."
She hadn't meant to slap him, but the sound echoed loud in the darkness of her room.
Adam's eyes were wide in shock as he brought his hand to his cheek.
"No one is going to die." She glared at him. "Not you, not me, not Dean, Sam, Lois, Jess—no one." She took in a deep breath. "I've already lost a friend to this war, and I will not lose anyone else. So you're just going to have to buck up and help me save you whether you want me to or not."
Adam stared down at her and let let out a soft chuckle as he rubbed his cheek. "Sam or Dean?"
She blinked, confused. "Huh?"
"Your boyfriend, it has to be either Sam or Dean." He seemed sure about that.
She licked her lips. "It's not official or anything, but, uh, it's Dean." She smiled at the sound of his name. "It's always been Dean."
Adam eyed her and then shook his head as he let out a dark chuckle. "I'm envious. He's a lucky guy."
"You tell him that when you meet him." She grinned.
Adam nodded. "I will."
As they smiled at each other, Chloe somehow knew that everything was going to be okay.
"Why are you so worried about Dean heading to the asylum to pick Chloe up?" Lois wanted to know as she eyed the speeding man.
John never answered, merely pressed down harder on the accelerator.
"So, my dad knows about this supernatural stuff?" Adam's voice was soft.
"Not about everything I've just told you, but yeah, he has a good handle on the supernatural." Chloe, back on the chair, gazed around them at the shadows.
"I can't believe this." Adam sounded hurt. "He spent so much time telling me that I couldn't have seen what I had - that it was my mind playing tricks - that monsters don't exist. And then he convinces me to intern myself here voluntarily so I can 'get the help that I need'!"
"I will never understand the way your father's mind works, but I do know that there's supposed to be some sort of protection over this place so that people can't find you, even if they are using magic to do so," Chloe admitted. "He should've told you the truth, and he's going to be so pissed at me when he finds out that I have, but in his own way he was trying to protect you."
"If he wanted to protect me he should've told me the truth." Adam's voice was hard. "You're a stranger and you've been more truthful to me tonight than he'd been my whole life. What if I'd been brainwashed into believing this shit? When that thing attacked again I'd be defenseless and telling myself, while I'm being eaten alive, that it isn't really happening!"
Chloe sighed. "How did you escape it the first time?"
"I hid in my room." He sounded so horribly disgusted with himself. "I was so terrified-. I hate myself for it, so much, but I was so scared I couldn't move, and—it couldn't come into my room. I don't know why."
Chloe had a good idea. "Your father must've warded your room, protected it."
"If he did, he didn't protect the house - or my mother's room, and I'll never forgive him for that."
"I'm not here to turn you against your father, Adam." She narrowed her eyes. "I just think that we can't begin any sort of friendship if we're not a hundred per cent truthful with each other."
"You have no idea how much I appreciate that."
She wasn't picking up her phone.
Dean growled as he gazed at the road ahead of him. They had a fixed time to call each other and the only reason she wouldn't answer was because something was up. Maybe one of those psychos in the loony bin had attacked her again. Or maybe one of the orderlies. Or maybe his psycho half-brother had just friggin started the apocalypse by running her through with a butterknife. All Dean knew was that it'd been wrong to be separated from her. How was he supposed to help her, protect her, if he was so far away?
"I do not understand you humans."
At the unexpected sound in the passenger's seat, Dean dropped the phone and yanked his gun free, pointing it at the man now riding shotgun. "Who the hell are you and what the hell do you want?"
"Help me understand," the man declared as he eyed him as if fascinated. "Why would you go against your destiny? Why would Lois Lane fight the perfect life we gave her? Why did the Asset crack the soulmate symbols we placed on her heart and thus ignore her soulmate in favor of the man who should've killed her? Why?"
Dean stepped hard on the breaks, and it was a good thing there was no traffic behind them because they came to a screeching stop in the middle of the highway. "You placed the soulmate symbols? You made Wade her—?"
"You had made yourself unfit, and given the timeline, and the fact that your brother might not even survive to meet her, there needed to be a backup. She needed to be paired off with Wade Mahaney, who was the right man to help her conceive the new Michaelsword and the Luciferblade. It has always been this way with the Asset." The man tilted his head. "Just like your mother and John Winchester."
It was a kick in the gut to find out that the only reason his parents had been together had been because of supernatural meddling.
"I do not understand humanity, or why it does what it does… but watching your group… it makes me wish that I did."
Dean's eyes narrowed on this guy. "What are you?"
The man blinked, as if surprised to be asked. "I am Castiel, angel of the Lord."
Dean's eyes widened. Castiel. Chloe had mentioned this name! Castiel was the angel who'd sided with them over heaven in the other reality! "I see." He cleared his throat and put away his weapon. "I don't have time to just sit down and tell you stuff, so you'll have to stick around if you want any questions answered."
Castiel tilted his head to the side. "I can agree to this arrangement. I have many questions."
Dean sighed. "Great." With a groan he pressed on the accelerator and got back on the road.
Adam had finally fallen asleep, and while Chloe was sleepy as well, she stayed awake and scanned the darkness around her, her hand on the towel in case she needed to pull the Archangel blade out at a moment's notice. For the first couple of hours there was nothing, and then suddenly she saw it. Shadows mixed to form a figure which hovered over Adam on the bed, a demonic-looking mask covering its face.
In seconds she had the Archangel blade in her hand and was by the bed, training the blade to the creature. "Get the hell away from him!"
The shadow-being turned to face her the same time Adam woke up, eyes wide in horror. The creature drifted off to the ground and merely stared at Chloe.
"What are you and why are you killing the people here?" Chloe hissed as she held her ground.
"Killing them?" A shocked voice asked as a hand went to the mask and pulled it off to reveal a pretty girl with straight black hair and blacker eyes. "I'm not killing them. I'm trying to save them!"
Chloe and Adam blinked in surprise. This was definitely not what they'd expected.
"I've been protecting, shielding, everyone in these walls, making sure that what happened to me doesn't happen to them, and yet there's something going on here." The girl frowned as she looked between Chloe and Adam. "Ever since that patient went crazy and massacred the others last year something dark's taken over, hovering over certain patients. I try to keep an eye on the ones it lingers around, try to stop whatever is happening, but I can't!" She looked horribly frustrated.
"So the times that Karen and Grant and Adam have seen you—," Chloe's eyes widened.
"I've been trying to protect them." She looked insulted. "Why does everything think I'm evil? Is it the kabuki mask?"
"It, uh, is kinda creepy." Adam finally spoke, his voice wavering.
She sighed. "I have to wear it. Otherwise I'll be recognized."
"By who?" Chloe wanted to know.
But the girl didn't answer, instead she stared at Chloe and then gasped. "Maddie?"
Chloe's eyes widened. "You knew Madelyn?"
The girl blinked, confused. "You're not Madelyn?" She then frowned. "No. You have green eyes. Right. Madelyn has the family eyes."
"The family—?" Chloe felt her heart skip a beat. "You're a Dalakis."
"You are family." The girl grinned brightly and looked close to crying. "You have no idea how happy I am to meet you! Is Madelyn your mother? Is she well? She was always my favorite cousin." She leaned close. "As you know, our family can be a bit… odd… to say the least."
"My father's Viktor," Chloe whispered, shocked numb as the hand which held her weapon hung limply at her side.
"Blech." The girl made a face. "No offense, but I was hoping that that wasn't the case."
Chloe took in a stuttered breath. "How did you die?"
"She's a ghost?" Adam turned to Chloe in shock.
"Wasn't it obvious?" Both girls asked before they turned to look at each other.
He flushed, embarrassed.
The girl grinned at Chloe. "What's your name, cousin?"
Chloe took in a deep breath. "Chloe."
"That's not family name." The girl tilted her head. "I'm Lenore, and I've been the guardian of these grounds for, uh, I think fifteen years now. I'm not sure though." She made a face. "Time moves differently when you're dead."
"I need to sit down." Adam did just that.
"So, this darkness you mentioned…" Chloe prompted.
"Right!" Lenore smiled. "You can help me! I can't do most of what I could alive, I mean, being able to phantomfy myself was a big enough deal given the fact that I was never the strongest in our clan, but, well, now that you're here you need to help me. I need this darkness gone. My charges come here to get better, not to be preyed upon by whatever that is."
"How can I help?" Chloe wanted to know.
"Well, weaving would be a good start."
Chloe blinked. "Huh?"
Lenore blinked as well. "You don't know how to weave?"
"Like, a basket?" Chloe wanted to know.
Lenore's eyes widened. "How do you not know what weaving is? It's fundamental!"
"I wasn't exactly raised by the family."
Further confusion filled Lenore's face. "Why would Viktor allow his child to be raised outside of the family's embrace?" Her eyes suddenly widened. "Oh… I see." She cleared her throat. "Well, fine. You can still help me. You've got high-up Dalakis blood in you." She took in a deep breath. "Maybe the Archangel blade will help." She grinned. "You'll have to tell me how you bound yourself to one." She suddenly frowned. "It's back. It's close." She turned to the others. "Come! Now!" And with that she phased through the door.
Chloe turned to Adam. "You should stay—."
"I'm coming too." Adam stood, eyes narrowed. "I'm not hiding anymore."
Taking in a deep breath, Chloe nodded and opened the bedroom door.
"You tested the Unblood?" Viktor stormed into the room, fury in his every movement as he slammed the door behind him and moved towards the woman seated before the fire.
"What I choose to do is of no consequence to you." Hannah Dalakis stared into the fire.
"He is an Unblood!" Viktor slammed his hands down on the table. "I will not allow you to consider admitting him into the fold!"
The room darkened as she turned to face him, expression terrifying. "You will not allow me? Viktor?"
He wouldn't back down, his own expression terrifying. "She will return to the embrace of her blood, and the Unblood will be disposed of!"
"He is strong, and dedicated, and a specially chosen vessel." Hannah raised an eyebrow. "He is also the one that your daughter wants. If you were only smart enough to look passed your own… You'd see that the best chance we have of that girl being here of her own free will is if the Unblood is embraced."
"He will never be embraced." Disgust dripped from his voice. "Old age has made you senile, mother. If you think that any of the others will allow this—."
"I am the matriarch of this clan, and what I say goes." She moved towards her son, the shadows in the room pulsating. "As long as I live this clan will do exactly as I say they will. If you do not like it, then you are welcomed to try and kill me once more." She raised her chin as she stared into his furious eyes. "But you know that that is a sure way of destroying not only your family, but yourself."
A snarl escaped his lips. "You are not immortal, mother. You're time is drawing to an end."
"And what future will this clan face if your daughter is not ready and willing to take Madelyn's place?" Hannah's eyes blackened as the shadows pushed Viktor away. "This whole situation is your fault, boy. I am cleaning after your mess, like I always have. And I will do so as I see fit."
Rushing down the hall after Lenore, Chloe's mind was a blur of questions she didn't have time to ask. The ghost was rapid, as expected, and it took the humans all their energy to keep up with her as she swished through the hallways before finally stopping in front of a room and phasing through the door.
Chloe reached for the doorknob and opened it.
Adam's eyes widened. "Oh my god."
There, levitating, was Harriet. Her eyes were wide and her face paler than usual as she gasped for air. In front of her, holding her up by her throat, was someone Chloe recognized.
"Jimmy?" Adam's voice whispered in horror.
Jimmy turned towards them, his eyes glowing red as he held his hand out towards them.
Chloe and Adam cried out as they were yanked into the room, and the door slamming shut behind them.
"Wait, you know the darkness?" Lenore asked in confusion. She kept trying to get closer but seemed to be repelled back with each try.
"He's a patient," Adam whispered. "He's been here since before I arrived."
"I know each and every patient here." Lenore shook her head. "He is no patient!"
Jimmy, whatever he truly was, must've taken on the appearance of a patient so he could mingle with the others and scope out his targets.
"What do we have here?" Jimmy snickered as he eyed them. "Oh, the pain I can feel from you two is delicious. Your combined guilt alone will fill me for weeks." He dropped Harriet, who went limp on the ground, and turned towards them. With one flick of his hand, Lenore cried as she was thrown through the wall and disappeared. "What a delectable scent the two of you have. When Adam arrived I knew he was special, and yet the scent of you together…" he grinned. "The horrors you two have seen… been through… you make me salivate." He licked his lips. "I was going to let you two stew a little longer. After I finished Harriet I was to make it my mission to help your fear, your guilt and every dark emotion grow within you, fester, but you two have twisted my arm." He chuckled. "Oh well."
"What are you?" Chloe asked, the Archangel blade hidden behind her.
"I don't like it when lunch talks back." Jimmy held a palm towards her and then closed it into a fist.
Chloe gasped for air as she began to levitate in the air. She kicked with her feet, and slashed with her blade, but nothing she did got her free, or helped her breathe. Spots began to dance in her vision as she was levitated towards Jimmy.
"Let her go!" Adam yelled as he barreled into Jimmy, sending them both to the ground.
Jimmy's hold on Chloe disappeared and she collapsed to the ground, coughing and gulping for breath as Jimmy pinned Adam beneath him and gripped his neck. Jimmy chuckled as he took in a deep whiff of Adam's scent. "So gooood."
Struggling to her feet, Chloe lifted the Archangel blade only for Jimmy to swing a hand out towards her and fling the blade out of her hand so hard it embedded itself into the wall behind them.
Jimmy laughed and shook his finger at her. "Tsk tsk tsk. Naughty naughty." With a swish of his hand he sent Adam flying into a wall, and in the blink of an eye Chloe was in the air once more, grabbing at her neck and desperately trying to breathe as Jimmy approached her. She reached behind her, desperate. She knew the wall was far away from her, and the blade out of reach, but she couldn't give up - wouldn't. Maybe if she reached hard enough she could somehow…
Adam appeared behind Jimmy and twisted his arms behind him painfully. "I said leave her alone!"
Suddenly the cool feeling of her blade appeared in her hand, and Chloe didn't question how it was there. She swung and buried the blade deep within Jimmy's heart. He stared at her, eyes wide in horror as he lit up from within and then exploded in darkness.
Chloe fell to her bottom on the floor, while Adam collapsed to his knees.
Both blondes stared at each other as they took in deep breaths.
"Thanks," Chloe whispered.
Adam chuckled as he coughed. "Anytime."
Lenore stuck her head through the wall. "The darkness… It's gone!" She eyed them curiously. "Why are you guys sitting on the ground?"
Adam and Chloe shared a look before they grinned and laughed.
Still on the floor, unconscious, Harriet snored.