It was early morning, and Lois and Sam were still at the home bar, both extremely drunk yet not giving in. They’d started off with shots first and then Darwin, who’d been most entertained watching the two humans getting royally hammered, had pulled out his secret stash of aged vodka, and the fun had truly started.
During their hours of drinking their tongues had loosened considerably, and they’d talked about a range of topics from John to Jessica, from life growing up an army brat to growing up fighting demons…and so on.
“I’m…impressed…” Lois slurred, tilting dangerously in her seat before straightening herself once more. “I’ve drunk…Russian Generals under…the table…before.”
Sam grinned, raised his cup, and threw his head back, finishing it in one gulp before slamming the cup onto the table with a victorious expression.
Lois raised an eyebrow and did the same with her cup, both grinning competitively at each other as Darwin filled their cups once more. There was a bet going on between the ghosts, at first all bets had been against Sam since they knew how well Lois could handle her booze, but now a couple had gone to the darkside and were voting that Sam would out-drink her.
Leaning back in the chair, fingers clasped around his cup, Sam narrowed his eyes, thoughtfully. “How many times has Yellow---Azazel---come to this house?”
Lois sighed, looking up from her drink. “More times than welcomed.”
That really didn’t say much, did it?
“And you’ve tried everything you know to keep him out?” Sam pressed.
“Every single thing John had ever learnt about keeping demons out.” Lois nodded, then stopped, when her head pained at the action and she felt a little nausea. “When Chloe’s out of the house it works just fine, but the moment she puts her foot inside it’s all for nothing. He just appears and, yeah.”
“Why?” Sam asked, this question bugging him for a while now. “Why would he want full access to Chloe? I know she can heal, but other than that? What use could she be to him? What could spur his motives?”
Lois’ finger caressed the rim of the glass thoughtfully. “Who really understands the way a demon thinks?”
But she was keeping something back, even drunk Sam could tell.
“Who made that deal?” Sam asked, pressing forwards. He saw Lois’ face harden but he pushed on. “If Dean and I are going to help you guys you’re going to have to start letting us in on your information. Together we can go over everything we know and find a way to avenge my parents’ deaths and---.”
“Look, there’s nothing you can do, okay?” Lois asked, and she gulped down at the stinging liquid with a quick movement, making up her face before motioning to Darwin for more. “It’s been this way for a while, and----.”
“Why doesn’t he kill you all?” Sam asked. “Usually when a demon comes to a place he or she will slaughter the humans around that are considered useless to his or her purpose.”
“Well, according to him it’s a show of good faith to Chloe.” Lois snorted in disgust. “Plus, whenever she senses him near Chloe sends everyone, even the ghosts, into the panic rooms.”
“Panic rooms?” Sam asked.
“One for the humans, one for the ghosts.” Lois nodded. “She had John and his friend Bobby help her design them some time back.”
“You know Bobby?” He was shocked. And he also realized that like him, she wasn’t half as drunk as she’d been pretending moments before.
“Of course.” She replied.
And then Sam’s alcohol clouded mind remembered something. “Wait. You said that Chloe can sense him coming.How?”
Lois looked away. “We don’t know. Maybe it has to do with the deal. We’re not sure.”
“What was the deal?” Sam put away his drink, eyes on the woman before him.
“I—it’s not my story to tell.” Lois put away hers as well, fidgeting.
“Lois, how are we going to find a way to help her break the deal if we don’t know the facts?” Sam wanted to know, somewhat angry. “And why didn’t dad try do something about it in all of the time he knew you guys?”
“He knew there was nothing we could do!” Lois narrowed her eyes on Sam. “There’s nothing we can do about the deal except help Chloe through it as much as we can!”
“What is the deal?” Sam pressed, not about to back down. He needed to know this, and more than him, Deanneeded to know it too. He needed to know what the woman he was in love with was mixed up in. “Who made it?”
A moment’s panic crossed Lois’ face and she stood up rapidly, swaying on her feet. “I can’t tell you that! It’s not---it’s not my story to tell! I told you that already!”
“Who would have given away the life of someone like Chloe to a demon like Azazel?” Sam stood as well, fighting the dizziness and nausea at the sudden movement. “It had to be someone close to her! Someone who hated her! Who wanted the worse for her! That person could still be out there! You can’t--!”
“That person is dead! Okay?” Lois snapped, before her features fell and she looked away, looking so sad Sam felt a little guilty. “And it wasn’t a deal done out of malice. Believe it or n-not, the person who made the deal thought that they were doing the right thing to protect her and make sure she would be safe.”
“By giving her life to a demon?” Sam couldn’t believe Lois would believe such a thing.
Did Chloe believe such a thing?
“It was wrong and misguided, we all know that, but we also know that the person didn’t intend to do this to Chlo.” Closing her eyes, Lois sighed and lowered her gaze.
“Who was it?” The younger Winchester asked softly, seeing the sadness in her eyes. “Who thought they were protecting Chloe by giving the demon limitless access to her?”
Lois opened her mouth to answer, but then shook her head. “I---I can’t tell you. If you want to know a-a-ask her.” And with that she stumbled drunkenly out of the room.
There was a sigh to his left.
Sam turned to see Darwin shaking his head, looking sad. And for the first time since he’d entered Queen Mansion, Sam addressed one of the undead. “Do you know who made the deal?”
The ghost looked up and nodded solemnly.
“But you’re not going to tell me either, are you?” He asked.
Darwin smiled sadly and disappeared.
“Figures.” Sam sighed as he sat back down.
He stayed there until he heard Queen and Bart (along with Chloe and Lucy) coming down, the men leaving for their trip, that he got up and trudged drunkenly to the room he shared with his brother. Collapsing on his bed, knowing that the next time he awoke he’d be in Hangover-Hell, Sam sighed.
How in the world was he going to get Chloe to tell him about the deal if everyone else was guarding it so steely?
I’ll have to delegate that job to Dean. He decided as he fell asleep. She is ‘his wife’ after all…
Chloe sat in the large sunroom, hugging her knees to her chest as Rose swept, Gregory dusted the furniture, Anita played with her hair, Frankie was stretched out in the sofa next to her, and Darwin placed his hand to her head, replaying the whole Sam/Lois night of booze and loose lips.
Sighing when the ghost finally pulled his hand away, taking the images with him, Chloe bit her bottom lip and looked away. “He’s kinda right, you know.” She told her ghost companions. “If they’re going to be in the thick of this they should know the facts. How can they really help if they’re flying half-blind?”
Frankie snorted, as if disbelieving that the Winchesters would be of much help.
Darwin sent his son a disapproving glare.
The teenager ignored it, snorting once more as if to emphasize his point.
“Stop it you two.” Chloe smiled, shaking her head at them. “They should know, I know that, but still, it’s kinda hard to talk about this, I mean, it’s still rather new for me.”
She hadn’t known about the deal, or about Azazel, until after the Justice League was nearly destroyed. It was as if he’d been attracted by the death and despair, and had made himself known in the most ugly and dramatic of ways. Chloe still shivered as she remembered the first time she’d seen him, yellow eyes glowing in the background as---.
Shaking her head, Chloe hugged herself.
When he’d told her about the deal, about who’d made it, how it bound them together---she felt such a mixture of despair and disgust. Despair because she knew she couldn’t get out of the deal, disgust because he knew it and he liked teasing her with that fact just to see her react.
The doorbell rung.
The ghosts looked up.
“Okay everyone, scatter, we have outsiders.” She sighed, standing up. “Rose? Before you go, could you please make some hangover-juice for Sam and Lois? From all the liquor they had they’re going to need it when they wake up.”
Tsking like she always did when Lois got herself drunk (while alive Rose had been completely against alcohol and its consumption), the ghost nodded and disappeared along with the others.
Going to the door, Chloe looked out of the peephole and relaxed a little when she saw the person on the other side of the door. She opened it and smiled at the woman wearing a short, tight skirt, tighter shirt that accentuated her naturally bountiful cleavage, smart yet sexy heels, and whose enviably luscious red hair was up in a hairstyle that looked both professional and seductive.
“Nadia.” Chloe smiled at the woman who had to be the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen, whether in person or on television or magazines. She was so beautiful she’d make supermodel Lana Lang feel insecure.
“Tell me he didn’t leave already!” Nadia nearly whined, holding a huge folder to her chest.
“Sorry.” Chloe stepped aside so Oliver’s personal secretary could come in. “He left around an hour ago. I thought you had his schedule.”
Nadia sighed and entered before leaning against the wall. “I’m going to have to bother you then, Mrs. Queen. These files need signing immediately.” She looked around, frowning. “Where’s the hired help?”
Chloe led her to the sunroom. “I gave them the day off.”
Nadia turned to her and frowned. “But you’re here all alone. That’s not safe. With your pregnancy I’d have thought Mr. Queen---.”
“Mr. Queen left me with some bodyguards.” Chloe responded, sitting down and taking the large folder form Nadia, placing it on the coffee table. “You don’t mind if I take a little bit to look over what I sign, right?”
“Would find it odd if you didn’t.” Nadia smiled her honey-grin, lopping one leg over the other, the split in her skirt nearly indecent. “You’re more careful in that sense than even Mr. Queen, and that’s saying something.”
Grinning, the blonde put her attention on the papers, reading them over, especially the fine print, carefully. As co-owner of Queen Enterprises Oliver had signed over half of his empire over to her, and she could sign for things just as easily as him.
“Do you mind if I make us some tea?” Nadia finally asked. She’d been over the Mansion before whenever she’d need something done and Oliver wasn’t around to do it (which seemed to be happening more and more) and knew her way towards the kitchen.
“Sure, go ahead.” Chloe murmured, not really paying attention as she signed the first document after combing through it carefully twice. She didn’t know how long she was there reading and rereading the many documents before signing some and putting others aside so she could ask Nadia questions about them as some part were unclear, but when she was halfway through her signing Nadia returned with a tray and two cups of tea.
“Here you go, Honeybush Caramel Tea, your favorite, right?” Nadia asked, passing it to her.
“Thanks, and yes, it is.” Chloe smiled up at her, taking a sip of the warmed drink as she continued to read the document. She hated having to do the signing, because it meant she had to read so much boring legal terms and stuff, but she concentrated fully on it, ignoring the one who’d brought them.
“You know, these bodyguards of yours aren’t so good if you’re here by yourself.” Nadia announced, sipping her own tea.
“Who says they aren’t here?” Lips curving in a smile when she saw Nadia looking around her in intrigue, Chloe continued to read and soon all of the documents were signed and she turned to the ones she’d separated. “These I didn’t understand. It’d be better if you forward them to Oliver. They didn’t look urgent anyway, so---.”
Nadia nodded, taking the files from her and looking them over. “Right. There’s a probation time on these anyway.” She smiled up at Chloe as she gathered the signed documents and stood. “Will you be coming into the office later today or tomorrow? We’ve all missed seeing you these last weeks.”
Chloe stood as well. “I’ll see, I have some previous engagements, but I’ll try swing by and make sure that everything’s working wonderfully as always.” She tilted her head to the right and grinned. “That’s the good thing about Ollie having such great people working for him, like you. We really don’t have to do much.”
Nadia blushed and grinned, ducking her gaze.
“Let me walk you to the door.” Chloe ushered the way out of the sunroom, and to the front door. “I’m sorry you missed Ollie before he left.”
“That’s okay.” Nadia smiled. “I’ll see you at the office soon!” And with that she walked away on her high heels towards her sleek, expensive car.
Closing the door, Chloe nearly shrieked when she saw Dean on the stairs behind her. “Don’t do that!” She snapped, hand to her heart. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”
“Who was the broad?” Dean asked, heading down the stairs to the window, fingering the silk curtains aside so he could stare suspiciously at Nadia as she drove away.
“The broad is Nadia, Ollie’s personal secretary.” Chloe narrowed her eyes at him for the description. “She brought some things here for him to sign but since he wasn’t here I signed them instead.”
Dean turned to look at her, eyebrow raised. “If my wife’s personal secretary was the male equivalent of that, I wouldn’t like it.”
Chloe raised an eyebrow as well. “There is nothing going on between Oliver and Nadia.”
“I never said there was.” The hunter responded stiffly, gaze going back to the window. “You have any idea why my brother has the hangover from hell?”
“Darwin said that he and Lois had a drinkathon all night and way into early morning.” Chloe responded. “Amongst some of the topics they touched, Azazel and the deal came up.”
Dean’s head swung in her direction, his face tense. She could see that he was dying to say something, to ask her, to demand answers, but he was holding himself back, and she appreciated that immensely.
“Sam told Lois that if you’re going to help us you two need to know more, and he was right.” Hugging herself, Chlo led him back to the sunroom. She sat down, picked up the remaining tea, and drank it before continuing to speak to Dean, who’d followed her in somewhat uncomfortably. “I have to explain that there’s nothing you can really do to help me in this situation.”
“If we kill the fucker it’ll help.”
“I’m---I’m not exactly sure of that.” Chloe admitted, frowning, gaze on her tea. “And anyway, the only way you’d be able to kill Azazel would be with the Colt, and from what I understood John traded it along with his own life to saveyours.” She looked up at Dean, seeing the hurt and conflict in those hazel eyes. “I helped him find that gun’s location, we all did, and when we did we let him go to you and Sam and deal with it yourselves.”
Dean sat down across from her on the loveseat, listening.
“Azazel has insinuated that if something happens to him I’ll die too, but---.”
“What?” Dean hissed, horrified and furious. “What the hell was that deal?”
“I’m getting to that.” Despite his fury she was almost emotionless as she continued. “I’m tied very closely to that demon, and I think I very well might die if he did, but I was willing to take that chance with John and the Colt, but with the Colt gone now we have to go back to finding another way.”
Dean was silent, the hands resting on his knees clenched. “What exactly was that goddamned deal and who fucking made it?” His eyes were hard. “Who did this to you?”
She raised her gaze and met his. “My mother.”