Title: Most Unlikely Of Places
Sequel to: Possession
, Being Good Is Overrated
, Meeting Sam Winchester
, Point Of No Return
and Seeing Is Believing
Pairing: Chloe Sullivan/Sam Winchester
Disclaimer: Don't own the show/characters mentioned
Summary: It's been 3 months since Chloe's disappearance, and Dean doesn't know what to do with his brother now, who is edgy, violent, and getting somewhat frightening. And then Dean discovers Chloe in the most unlikely of places.
Written for my Paranormal25 Prompt Table. Prompt of the day #124: Siren
Dean Winchester sent his brother an uneasy look from where he sat cleaning his gun on the bed of the motel room they were sharing.
Sam didn’t even notice him, eyes narrowed and that darker shade of bluish green that was nearly purple that his eyes had become, a map of the world resting before him on the bed, and a pendulum with a bloodstone clutched in his hand. His face was pure concentration, the skin between his eyebrows furrowed as he frowned, his whole body tense.
There were a lot of things that Dean really didn’t understand.
He didn’t know how he’d gotten out of hell, he didn’t know what had happened to him during his stay in hell since his last memories were of dying, and he didn’t know what had changed with his brother during the time he was dead.
One thing he did know, though, was that this wasn’t his little brother.
Dean frowned with dark worry as a muscle jumped in Sam’s cheek as the pendulum sat unmoving over the map----as it had every single time the man had tried it during these last three months.
And yet Sammy didn’t give up.
He was obsessive in his search for the girl Chloe Sullivan, who had disappeared the night Dean had returned. She’d left with her cousin, taken her car and ditched it in Houston, and no one had heard anything from either of the girls since.
It didn’t mean that Sammy didn’t stop searching.
Dean remembered the way all the happiness and light had faded out of Sam’s face when he’d realized that this Chloe (whom Dean had only seen in pictures) wasn’t coming back, wasn’t answering her phone. He’d gone into a near desperate rage, throwing things around and ordering Ruby, the demon bitch who had made herself a part of the team while Dean was frying in hell, do all her mojo to try and locate the blonde.
But it hadn’t worked.
Something was keeping Chloe Sullivan hidden from Samuel Winchester, and it was something strong.
And that in its own had had Sam in a state.
Not only did Dean have all of this to contend with, but he also had to try and understand and accept the way Sam was now. Gone was his girly little brother with the feelings and the belief that everyone had some good in them. This Sam was strong, harsh, and Dean didn’t know if it was because Chloe was gone, but Sam was sometimes downright frightening.
His little brother was on a downward spiral, about to explode any minute now.
They all knew it.
Dean narrowed his eyes, thinking of that night’s hunt.
One of Bobby’s friends had called saying that he’d come across two hunters fitting Chloe and Lois’ descriptions in this small town, and Sam hadn’t even let Bobby finish talking on the phone before beginning to pack. It was only pure luck that they found a hunt here, a siren on the loose causing havoc, and thus Sam was able to work off some of his violent aggression when the search for Chloe and her cousin turned up fruitless and to have been a waste of their time.
Unfortunately Bobby and Dean were both ensnared in the siren’s web, and for a little while there Sam had seemed to be under its spell as well. It was only when Sam reached for his knife and stabbed Bobby in the arm, coating the blade with blood of siren-infected, before shoving that knife deep inside the siren’s heart, did the spell break and Bobby and Dean realize that Sam had never been under the influence of the siren.
That in itself was amazing and somewhat frightening because it was said that a siren made itself to become the embodiment of all a man ever could want in a woman, and that no man was able to resist the siren’s spell.
“How?” The creature gasped with its dying breath, eyes wide and on Sam’s dark, dangerous face.
“You could never be ‘all I ever wanted’.” Sam growled into her ear as the life drained out of her body. “I already had that, and I lost it, but I’m getting her back.”
“Fuckdammit!” Sam snarled, shoving the map off of the bed in fury and about to throw the necklace away as well before he suddenly stopped himself and closed his eyes, bringing the chain to his face and breathing in as if he could smell her still on it.
Dean frowned as he watched his brother put back on the bloodstone necklace that Bobby had explained was one of Chloe’s favored jewelry. Sam was on edge, like an addict having been denied his drug of choice. He was pale, getting paler with every week, and his eyes darker, as were the bags under his eyes.
He hardly ate, he hardly slept, and he didn’t stop for a moment, constantly searching, growing more aggressive with each passing day. He fought like a mercenary, hunted like a killer, and Dean had seendemons begging Sam to just kill them and end their suffering at his hands.
It was a sight that would have probably made their father’s chest swell with pride, seeing the way demons trembled in fear of Sam----but it worried Dean to no end…
…Especially since he knew the reason why Sam was acting like this.
It was as if Sam had become addicted to this girl.
It was unnatural how her absence was affecting Sam.
“I’m going to go grab us something to eat.” Dean, unable to stay in the room any longer and watch Sam’s features darken in anger and impotence any longer, stood from the bed. “You want anything in particular?”
“I’m not hungry.” Sam’s voice was low and had a growly sound to it.
“Dude, enough with the melodrama.” Dean snapped, unable to take it any more. “She was a girl, bro. She left. Get over it! You’ll find someone else just like she’s probably found someone else already!”
Sam’s eyes flashed darker than usual and it would seem in seconds he’d gotten off of the bed and pinned Dean to the wall, forearm pressed harshly against Dean’s Adam Apple, eyes dark purple and dangerous.
Dean’s eyes widened in shock, and he couldn’t believe it, but he was a little fearful at the moment.
“She’s not some girl, Dean.” Sam narrowed his eyes, pressing his forearm warningly into his brother’s throat. “And she didn’t find someone else---she left because I did something. I---I fucked up somehow! I was too wrapped up in myself and I didn’t realize something was wrong. I was supposed to take care of her, and I failed.”
The pressure on his throat let up, but he was still pressed to the wall.
“But I’m going to find her, and nothing will keep her from me again.” Sam promised vehemently.
Dean’s fear disappeared as quickly as it’d appeared, and he just sighed, looking up into his brother’s face. “She doesn’t want to be found, bro. Doesn’t that say something to you? She didn’t even keep in contact with her friends and she changed phones, switched cars---all to keep you from tracking her. Maybe----maybe you should just forget about her and be happy.”
And then Dean wished he’d just kept his mouth fucking shut…the shattered look that appeared on his brother’s face was painful.
“Chloe wouldn’t just leave me, Dean.” Sam sighed, pushing away and going to sit down once more, forearms resting on his thighs, leaning forwards. “You don’t understand because you weren’t there. You didn’t know her…didn’t see how she was the only thing that kept me together, kept me sane after you were sent to hell.”
“You’re in love with her.” Dean whispered, finally admitting it to himself.
He’d seen Sam nearly fall apart after Jessica…and yet this was a hundred times worse. Dean had admittedly thought that maybe Chloe had placed a spell on Sam for him to be reacting this way to her loss, but now the elder Winchester had to admit that the reason Sam was this way was because he loved her like he’d never loved anyone else, and just wasn’t accepting having lost her.
Sam looked up with him and gave him a smile so sad Dean would cry if he were an emotional person. “She’s my life, man. I---she’s the reason I didn’t just end my life after you---after that time. She’s the person who made me smile, made me laugh for the first time after you went to the pit. She was the one who reached out and found the humanity still inside of me, who showed me that I still had something to live for. She---she’s mine, Dean…and I’m hers.”
Despite the fact that he hated chick flick moments, and this was one in the making, Dean went to sit down on the bed across from Sam’s. This was the first time Sam had calmed down enough to talk about the situation, and it was amazing to see the many emotions crossing his face as he spoke about Chloe, adoration, love, and devotion the most prominent.
“And I don’t mean that only in a sentimental way.” Sam continued on with a sigh. “When Azazel made me into what I am, he made Chloe into what she was, and made her for me. Each Special Child had another Special Child who was made solely for them, and Chloe was---is---mine. And I’m hers, and it’s killing me to be away from her, it’s like, it’s like I’m going to go insane.”
“I’ve noticed.” Dean admitted.
Sam frowned slightly. “You don’t get it, Dean. I have this darkness in me that’s constantly screaming and fighting for control, and Chloe was the only thing that gave me balance. She was the only thing that helped me be darkness and light yet still me. She was my anchor, my propeller, and my wheel. And now that she’s gone that darkness inside of me is going wild. Do you think I don’t know that I’m scaring everyone around me?
Dean raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Yeah, he had thought that Sam didn’t realize it.
He kinda felt better now knowing that Sam realized how extreme he was acting, and that it obviously bothered him somewhat.
“Now that I look back on the days before she left, I realize something was bothering her, and Lois knew. But I was too into this fight, I had my head with the hunt, with proving to her how I could protect her, proving to her how much of a leader I was…that I failed to notice the most important details.” Sam sneered. “And then she disappeared, and I didn’t notice for hours because I was so happy you arrived.”
Dean lowered his gaze, looking at his hands. “Sammy, have you----have you ever wondered if she might have had something to do with my getting out of hell?”
It’d been a question that’d been bugging Dean for a while now.
Why would she disappear the very same night he reappeared without any knowledge of how he’d gotten out of hell?
“I know she did.” Sam smiled slightly. “She’s amazing like that.”
Dean looked at his brother and finally allowed himself a small, amused smile. “You’re so whipped it’s pathetic.”
“I know.” Sam replied.
For the first time in a long time, Dean sat down with his brother and just talked, managing to find himself smiling as Sam laid down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, telling him about meeting Chloe, and about the way---right from the very beginning---she lit something deep inside of him that he’d thought gone forever. Sam’s face gentled as he spoke her name, his lips curving slightly as he detailed to Dean her mannerisms, and his eyes lightened to the more recognizable mixture of blue and green that Dean had always known as he spoke of the way her voice alone calmed him, how she anchored him, made him whole.
For the first time in a long time Dean had his brother back…and he hadn’t realized the extent with which he’d missed him until that very moment.
Even long after Sam had drifted into restless sleep, Dean watched him, leaning forwards on the edge of his bed, realizing that his brother had become a man on him during his stay in hell, and that man wouldn’t be happy, wouldn’t be ‘whole’, unless he had Chloe Sullivan by his side.
Dean sighed and he ran a hand over his face.
This is why I don’t fall in love.
Getting up, he reached for his wallet and stepped out of the motel. He couldn’t sleep, and found staring at his sleeping brother just a little creepy, so he made his way down to the strip joint that the siren had been using to pick up its victims.
It was easy and enjoyable to sit around the beautiful women in their half-naked clothes as they pranced around and danced onstage.
The piss-poor thing about the whole situation though was that even as Dean tried to lose himself in the beautiful women all around him, his brother’s problems kept coming back to his mind and ruining the experience for him.
The Boys remix by Britney Spears featuring Nerd began to play, and Dean looked up when a couple of the men hollered even more enthusiastically than usual.
He could see why.
The girl who stepped onto the platform was gorgeous.
Porcelain white skin, curvy body with shoulder-length red hair and black streaks throughout it, the top of her face was disguised with a black mask and she was wearing something dark and gothic that promised sin and perdition.
Dean leered appreciatively as he leaned back in his seat and watched the girl as she moved seductively around the pole.
“God, Gabe’s hot.” One of the men sitting next to him whispered to the guy next to him. “And she just started recently too, but look at her.”
“Yeah.” The other man agreed a little airily, which was understandable since he really wasn’t paying attention to the guy, his attention all on this Gabe girl.
Which, thinking it over, was an odd name, but a much better name than most stripper names…
Off went the jacket…
Dean’s leer widened as all there was beneath the jacket was a wicked looking black corset.
Despite other dances going at it on other platforms, the attention of the male patrons were all on Gabe as she moved and grinded and flirted seductively with her audience with only the language of her body. A couple of men even turned away from the platforms they’d been watching before to stare at her.
Money was being thrown.
She giggled somewhat evilly, rolling her hips seductively to the rhythm as she played with the zipper on the side of her skirt.
Men were begging for it to go.
Dean had to admit that he was close to doing so himself.
The feeling in the atmosphere was intoxicating.
The zipper started coming down achingly slow.
Dean cheered and leered with the other men as the rest of the show until Gabe was left in nothing but the corset, a teeny panty, and thigh-high spider stockings with those insanely hot high heels.
She was overdressed compared to the other strippers, but there was something about it that was so provocative and sexy no one seemed to care.
And then she was sauntering off of the platform and circling a wide-eyed, somewhat frightened looking handsome blonde man that Dean couldn’t help but feel that he knew from somewhere.
Gabe straddled him, and as the men around hooted or hollered she commenced to give move and grind over him, rolling her hips, seeming to find delight in the way his eyes widened hysterically, his body going tense, ramrod.
She then kissed him and brought his hand up her thigh although no one could see what exactly he was doing or touching with that hand, but Dean doubted anyone noticed that, everyone hooting in approval.
Dean was almost sure there was a no touching rule, but no one seemed to care at the moment.
The music stopped and Gabe pulled away from the blonde, who looked like he was in a trance, before she grinned at him, winked at the men in the crowd, and at their begging, tore off her mask and threw it out towards them.
And suddenly Dean froze in horror.
He watched as she began to move away with determination, and it only took him seconds before he was on his feet and following the redhead to the backroom.
Gone was the seductive sway of her hips as she reached for a trench coat on a hanger, her every movement precise.
“Chloe Sullivan!” He called as she turned, heading towards the exit.
The girl, Gabe, froze and turned him, eyes wide in shock.
And that was the last thing Dean saw before something hit him hard on the back of his head and everything went black.