Title: What Is
Sequel to: What Could Have Been
Pairings: Chloe/Dean, Lucy/Bart, some Chloe/Oliver
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Supernatural
Summary: When Dean finally finds Chloe in the real world, nothing is as he'd expected it to be, and nothing is as it seems at first glance either. This Chloe is nothing like the one he was married to in the dream world---but he's only more fascinated with this version of her. How can he let go of her now that he finally found her, even if she IS supposedly married and expecting?
“A devils trap a hundred square feet large?” Oliver’s voice was hoarse and surprised.
“Yes, remember how Chloe was tracking the excessive amounts of demonic activity in that area?” Lucy asked, talking on the phone in the cockpit and ignoring Lois, who was still flying the plane and trying to keep it together. “Well, Bobby has been noticing the same thing, as did a friend of theirs from some Hunter Roadhouse.”
“And you’re saying that before Chloe went all demonicky and threw the older Winchester on his ass she sent a vision to the younger one of this?” Oliver wanted to know.
“Yes, it was of some abandoned frontier churches and how the private railway lines from them connected in the devil’s trap. The demonic activity Chloe had been tracking is situated all around it. Obviously the demons are trying to get at something smack dab in the middle.”
“Demons can’t cross over devil’s traps.” Oliver reminded her.
“Yes, but a Special Child can.” Lucy knew from the silence on the other side of the phone that Oliver was finally getting just how fucked they were. “Not only that, but this kid, Jake, Sam says he has super strength so he could easily break the rails and tear open the devil’s trap.”
“I’ve left Bart sleeping in your room and I’m getting the first helicopter out of here.” Oliver announced. “You’re going to need the Green Arrow to help you.”
“Oliver, you’re injured!”
“Lucy, this is the safety of the world we’re talking about!” Oliver snapped. “And that asshole has Chloe! I am not staying here sitting on my hands and singing the Macarena!”
What the Macarena had to do with sitting on her hands she had no idea, but Lucy just accepted it because it was Oliver. “I’ll patch you over the coordinates for the cemetery in the middle of the devil’s trap. We believe that that is where Samuel Colt would have hidden whatever this is---on holy, sanctified ground.”
“Good.” Oliver scribbled down the coordinates as she belted them out. “I’ll see you soon.” And with that he hung up.
Lucy sighed as she put the phone down and turned to Lois. “How are you holding up?”
“I’m fine.” She didn’t sound it.
“Okay, I’m not fine.” Lois snapped, dragging her palm underneath her wet eyes, face fierce. “I’m not going to let him take someone else I love from me. He took John, but he won’t have Chloe! I won’t let him! Not my Baby Cuz!”
Lucy lifted her legs until the heels of her feet were resting on her seat, and she hugged her knees to her chest, resting her chin on it. “They think it’s the demonic blood in her that he was controlling, they said her eyes were the blackest night and she wasn’t Chloeanymore.”
“She’s always Chloe.” Lois snapped back. “She’s still her!”
“How can you be so sure?” Lucy whispered tearfully.
“Because she would have downed this fucking plane if there was nothing left of her!” Lois replied heatedly. “Our cousin is still in there, being controlled by that demon, probably about to do whatever it was that he’s had planned for her all along. And she’s expecting us to rescue her and we will.”
“If Chloe’s still in there she wouldn’t want us to rescue her.” Lucy whispered, wiping at some tears. “She’d want us to get as far away from the dangerous situation she’ll be in and be safe.” She wiped at another tear, sniffling. “She’s going to be vastly disappointed.”
A small smile touched Lois’ face as she nodded. “Yeah, she will.” She sniffled. “We can’t let her always have her way.”
Lucy just smiled and looked out at the stars, wondering if it was coincidence or divine intervention that they had just enough fuel to make it to their destination.
Standing besides Azazel by one of the railway lines that made the gigantic devil’s trap, Chloe watched as a small truck made its way towards them. She wasn’t sure exactly how she’d managed to disappear from the plane and appear by her Master’s side, but it was soliberating to be able to sense the wonders and the power within her.
It was intoxicating.
Her powers seemed to have multiplied, and those that she’d already had were stronger.
Bending over a shrub, Chloe watched in morbid fascination as each leaf she touched withered, the life being sucked right out of them at her pleasure.
“This is so sexy.” She giggled. She’d never been able to take the life of sentinel objects like this before, only monsters or people trying to hurt her. But now it was as if she was the mistress of life and death.
And she liked it.
The sound of a car door closing caused her to stand up, brushing her hands, and she looked at the handsome African American who came towards them, dark eyes narrowed.
“I’m here.” Jake announced, voice dark and rebellious. “What do you want?”
“He’s got a mouth on him.” Chloe snorted.
Azazel grinned. “So do you.” Reaching into the bag he’d had Chloe tote for him, the demon pulled out the Colt, eyeing it. “There’s a cemetery at the middle of the devil’s trap, I cannot enter but you can. You will take this to the crypt right in the center of this and with this gun you’ll open it.”
Chloe blinked in surprise.
The Colt was a key?
To a crypt?
She was curious.
What exactly was in that crypt?
“That gun will open a crypt?” Jake looked doubtful and scornful.
“It’s not just any gun.” Azazel tsked, as if Jake should have known this by now and the fact that he didn’t was truly disappointing. “This was made by Samuel Colt, the same man who made this devil’s trap. This gun can kill any demon.”
There was a strange light in Jake’s eyes.
Chloe tensed, not liking it.
Azazel then passed the young man the gun.
Only a second passed before Jake was pointing that gun steadily at the demon.
Chloe went to step in between them, to stop Jake, but found she was unable to move. Azazel was making her stay right where she was.
“What are you going to do?” The demon taunted, not at all worried. “You might kill me with that, but there’s only one bullet left, and there’s two of us.”
“I can take blondie even without this.” Jake hissed.
Chloe was sorely offended by how sure he was of that.
“Oh really?” Azazel chuckled. “Chloe, show him exactly what your specialty is.”
“With pleasure.” Chloe grinned.
Going towards the tree next to her she pressed her palm against it harshly and her eyes went black, as did her fingernails, as the life of the tree drained out into her and in seconds the once majestic thing was visibly dried up.
Jake tore his gaze from Azazel, watching in horror as the tree continued to dry up and dry up until it exploded into saw dust.
“How----how can you do that?” He whispered in awe. “Are you a demon too?”
“She’s like you.” Azazel explained, his smile serene, assured. “She’s what you can be if you commit to this war, to being our general.”
Jake turned his gaze back to Azazel, though he kept sending Chloe awed glances. “General?”
“Yes.” Azazel smiled deeper. “You and your family will be set for life if you embrace your destiny, if you do what must be done.”
Chloe turned to Azazel, frowning in confusion as she brushed the sawdust off of her clothes and shook her hair free of it as well.
“Once the crypt is open, Jake, you can lead the army of demons, and your family will be protected and treated as royalty.” Azazel’s voice was soft and soothing with his promises. “You’ll be the leader, the big man, you’ll have whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want.” His gaze went to Chloe for a second.
Azazel followed that movement and smirked. “Yes, whatever.”
Chloe missed this exchange, her mind overloading as she suddenly realized what it was that Samuel Colt had been hiding in the middle of this devil’s trap.
It was a gate to hell.
A gate to hell and they had its only key.
“Chloe will go with you just in case there are any unforeseen circumstances.” Azazel was telling Jake, motioning to the blonde. “She will be your guide.”
Jake had already put down the gun.
Apparently power was his weakness, and Azazel had used it masterfully against him.
Chloe turned her back on the men and stepped onto the railway lines, smirking at how easy it was for her to do this and how impossible it was for Azazel. She barely noticed Jake following her lead, though she did hear the metal break as he destroyed the devil’s trap and then hurried to catch up with her.
“So, you always able to do stuff like that?” Jake wanted to know as they walked together towards their destination. “Will I be able to do that?”
“Not so sure.” She replied truthfully. “I know I am not super strong, but we all have similar things. You though, you’re the chosen one, you’ll have so many things combined. You’ll be the strongest there ever was.”
She’d watched Azazel manipulate this man, and when she saw Jake smirk at the thought she realized that she could do so as well. It was easy to manipulate a person once you knew their weakness and how to use it against them.
He was so easy.
It was disgusting.
And this was the one to lead the armies?
She kept back her sneer of disgust.
Now she understood why Sam was Azazel’s favorite.
He would make a wonderful general.
Good thing I brought him back before it was too late.
She had yet to tell Azazel this.
He was going to be surprised when he found out what she’d done.
I wonder what will happen now that there are two when there should only be one.
Would there be another fight till the death?
Her lips curved in a wicked grin at the thought.
In a fair fight, Sam would be able to tear this one’s guts out. Chloe continued to contemplate the situation, remembering watching from the cockpit as Sam had the killing blow only to let this filth live and the moment his back was turned, the cockroach had stabbed him.
I’d like to sink my nails into his throat for that. And yet she kept her face neutral. But I’ll leave that to Sam.
That would impress Azazel, might make him overlook Sam’s moment of weak humanity---show him who would make the greatest general of this demon army he spoke of.
They made their way through the cemetery, Jake talking nonstop, not at all in tune with their surroundings, and he was even distracting Chloe a bit. She took in a deep breath, telling herself not to tell him to shut the fuck up.
This was their general?
And then they’d reached the crypt.
The gate to hell.
Chloe paused, frowning, sensing something off.
Jake didn’t feel a thing.
He walked towards the crypt, the Colt in hand, eyes on the gate.
Chloe’s head tilted sideways slightly, sensing, feeling as she stood frozen on her feet.
And then the shadows moved and they were surrounded.
Jake stopped, only now noticing that something was amiss now that they were surrounded.
Dean, Sam, Lucy, Lois, Bobby and Oliver dressed as the Green Arrow were there, weapons pointed towards them.
“Step away from the crypt.” Dean growled, cocking his gun, his gaze solely on Jake, though Chloe could feel his desire to slide those hazel on her.
Jake’s eyes were on Sam though. “I killed you! How---?”
Sam sneered, cocking his gun as well before turning his gaze on Chloe. “Thank you for that.”
She sneered right back at him. “You’re welcome, love.”
Jake turned to her with a scowl. “You brought him back to life?”
“I’m sorry,” she turned with a snort at him. “Do I own you some sort of explanation? I didn’t even know you when I gave him the kiss of life.”
“Kiss of Life?” Dean sent Sam a glare.
“Enough of this.” Jake hissed before his gaze met Lucy’s and he sneered. “Put the gun to your head.”
Lucy whimpered, eyes wide, as her hands began to tremble and then she was pointing her own gun to her head.
Chloe felt something shift inside of her desperately at the sight of her little cousin with a gun to her head.
“Stop it!” Lois cried out.
“Put down your guns before I tell her to pull the trigger!” Jake ordered.
There was no hesitation as everyone lowered their weapons.
“Chloe.” Lois whispered, drawing Chloe’s gaze to her. “Stop him. He has a gun to Lucy. Chloe!”
Something inside Chloe was fighting, roughly, but her face was smooth and emotionless, not betraying the battle within.
Jake headed towards the vault and inserted the Colt into the opening, noises and clicking’s were heard as the ground shook, and the crypt bean to slowly open.
“Let her go.” Chloe was even surprised by her words as the crypt began to open.
“No.” Jake then turned his hard eyes to a crying Lucy. “Pull the---.”
Chloe grabbed hold of a rock and threw it as hard and fast as she could, the large rock hitting Jake on the side of his head, against his temple, causing him to fall down, his legs crumbling under him.
The power over Lucy was broken and she crumpled to the ground, Lois hurrying towards her.
Chloe’s black eyes turned on Sam. “This time, kill him.”
Dean quickly reached for the fallen Colt as the crypt, or the gate it truly was, opened slowly on its on.
“Duck!” Sam called as it opened completely, everyone dashing for cover as massive occult energy began to shoot viciously out from it.
Chloe turned to gaze head on at the powerful energy shooting straight towards her. She smiled and closed her eyes, throwing her head back and her arms up, bathing in the electric charge.
A body rammed into hers before the energies could run through her. Their bodies tumbled to the ground, but before she could defend herself she realized that the body above her wasn’t attacking her, but shielding her.
Chloe’s eyes opened and she was shocked to find Dean Winchester shielding her body with his own.
Why was he doing this?
The energies wouldn’t have hurt her, but they would kill him!
That thing inside of Chloe continued to fight, and she found herself struggling against him. When he wouldn’t budge she grabbed a good hold on his shirt and spun them around so that she was straddling his hips, covering his bruised, injured, burnt body with her own.
“You fucking idiot!” She spat down angrily at him as he began to shake violently beneath her by shade poisoning. Chloe didn’t know whyshe did it, she didn’t.
All she knew was that she was looking down at his pale, pained face, and he was looking up at her, seeming so grateful that she was fine.
Bringing her lips down onto his, Chloe closed her eyes and pulled at the negative occult energy his body had absorbed while shielding her. What was poison for him was like adrenaline for her, and she pulled it out of his system until she could feel nothing left.
Finally, when she was sure he was well, Chloe pulled away and looked down into his face, not sure why she was worried.
He was half grinning up at her. “That ‘Kiss of Life’ shit you did to my brother better have not been like that.”
The negative occult energy vanished as the portal was now completely open, and forces of hell began to spew out.
There were sounds of a struggle, and Chloe forced her gaze from Dean Winchester’s and saw Sam fighting Jake. She smirked and stood, pushing away from Dean.
This was what she was waiting for.
Kill him. Prove your worth, General.
Even now she could feel Azazel in the sidelines, watching, not at all surprised by the arrival of his favored choice, and amused with the situation.
Hearing her master’s voice in her mind, Chloe turned towards where Oliver and Bobby were trying to close the portal.
Her eyes narrowed as she felt her mind go blank and suddenly she wasn’t standing by Dean anymore, but she was standing between the portal, and Bobby and Oliver.
Her eyes were midnight black, her hands glowing with dark, negative energy. “Not so fast boys.” She sneered, her hair flickering around her with the force of the demon army rushing out of hell behind her, around her, free.
Bobby made a pass at her, as Oliver made as well.
Chloe reached out with her hands and clasped her fingers around their throats, her nails biting into their skin, beginning to drain them slowly, cutting off their respiration.
The men tried to fight her off, but demon strength was greater than that of mere humans.
Azazel’s voice in her head told her to finish it, to kill them.
And then Dean engaged Azazel, and his voice was gone from her head.
Instead of following the orders of her master, Chloe felt that thing within her gaining control, and instead of killing the two men she knocked their heads hard against each other’s and dropped their unconscious bodies to the ground.
Her black eyes turned to the fight between Sam and Jake in time to hear a neck snap as Jake’s lifeless body fell to the ground, and Sam stood over him, victorious.
He’d killed him with his bare hands.
Chloe grinned wickedly when he turned to her, and she bowed her head slightly in acknowledgement of the true general.
And then Sam turned and hurried to his brother, who was still fighting with Azazel, and losing.
“I want to thank you Dean, it’s because of you that this was able to come true.” Azazel smiled tauntingly as with a gesture of his hand he both pinned Dean to the ground and Sam to the tree. “If it hadn’t been for her feelings for you Chloe would not have risked dying to save Sam. She would have just let him die, she’d already suspected this was a part of my plan, but because of her unexplainable feelings foryou she saved him anyway, leaving her vulnerable and giving my blood the power it needed to finish the transformation.” He smirked. “Thank you, because thanks to you I have my child and my general. Now, as your reward, I’ll let you die quickly.”
Only when everyone turned to look at her did Chloe realize, eyes wide, that that one word had come from her lips.
“What?” Azazel hissed, head tilted and eyes narrowed.
Chloe sent Lois a discreet look and stepped away from where she guarded the entrance, keeping Azazel’s attention on her. “You don’t need to kill them, Master. You won. Your army is now loose and you---.”
“They die, pumpkin.” Azazel hissed.
“No.” She whispered, shaking her head, her eyes flickering from black to green from black to green and back again.
Behind them, ignored, Lois and Lucy closed the gate, stopping the rest of hell from escaping into the world.
Azazel let go of his telekinetic hold on Dean and Sam, his eyes flashing yellow, filling Chloe with heat as she screamed and collapsed to her knees on the ground, her demon blood bubbling, boiling below the surface.
“Obey me!” His voice roared like thunder all around her. “I am your master! OBEY ME!”
Chloe’s body trembling from the effort, she shook her head.
Oliver and Bobby began to groan in pain as they awoke on the ground.
Azazel’s eyes widened. “Why are they not dead? I told you to kill them!”
“LEAVE HER ALONE!” Lucy screamed, sounding like she was crying.
Azazel turned his yellow gaze on her, and the girl went flying against the now closed gate.
Chloe looked up, horrified, knowing what Azazel was about to do.
Getting up she threw herself in front of her cousin the moment Azazel narrowed his eyes, and she screamed as she felt her body being sliced open from deep within.
Azazel stopped immediately, eyes wide in shock.
Chloe crumpled to the ground, screaming in pain, barely aware of Lois and Lucy hurrying towards her, screaming her name.
Then there was a gunshot, an explosion of light…
…and there was darkness.