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
The first thing Dean noticed when he woke up was the fact that despite the fact that he should have a helluva headache from the blow that rendered him unconscious he felt no pain or discomfort at all…and the second was the female voices in the room.
“Well, what did you want me to do? I didn’t recognize him!” One female huffed.
“You broke a chair over his head!” Another exclaimed. “If I hadn’t healed him up as soon as he hit the ground----!”
“I thought he might have been the other siren that got away reacting to the pheromone!” The first voice sounded like she was pouting. “Anyway, Ollie had been on his way over towards him as well once he realized he was going after you! If I hadn’t reached him first Ollie would have, and you know how overprotective of you he is! If he’d gotten to Dean first it would have been a table hitting him in the back of his head and not a measly little chair.”
There was a snort.
There was a sigh as the bed dipped a little with weight as someone sat down on the edge. “I’m sorry Chloe, I know this situation has got to be hard for you. I mean, you had to promise heaven you’d stay away from Sam to keep the apocalypse from happening, and well, you did bend their arm and get them to spring Dean from hell---and I nearly sent him right back…”
There was another sigh. “No, Lo, you have no fault in this. You were just trying to protect me. And I love you for it.”
They said some other things but Dean really wasn’t paying attention.
HEAVEN made her leave Sam? Apocalypse? She FORCED HEAVEN to spring me out of the pit? HEAVEN?
“And anyway, you know that if he dies again Dean won’t go to hell.” The voice that Dean was almost sure was Chloe’s sighed. “Cas explained it all, remember? He’ll go to heaven, just like he should have if he hadn’t made that deal.”’
“Do you think he recognized Ollie?” The voice Dean was almost sure was Lois the cousin, changed the subject. “You know Ollie told us that they’ve been over to the Clocktower at least twice to see if they’ve had any contact with us. And the guys are almost sure Sam suspects that they might be lying to him.”
Chloe sighed. “God, I hope he didn’t recognize Oliver. It’s only been with his help that we’ve been able to hunt the way we have, and if Sam knows we’re still in contact with the League we’d have to stop communication with them as well.”
“I hate this, having to act like we’re villains and running from the law.” Lois growled, clearly annoyed. “You’re saving the freaking world! Why can’t Sam just understand that and leave you alone?”
“It’s not like I sat him down and explained it to him, Lo.” Chloe whispered, voice sounding so soft and sad. “I can’t be with Sam, no matter how much I want to, and you know that. I---…”
“Yeah yeah yeah, you’re the catalyst to the darkness inside of Sam and because of you he becomes some Darth Vader intent on destroying the world as we know it so you two can reign as Hell’s King and Queen.” Lois droned on. “Or so heaven says.”
“What do you mean?” Chloe asked, sounding like she was frowning.
Dean was curious as well.
“It’s just that, Chloe, I’ve been having these questions bugging me for a while now.” Lois admitted. “You’re supposed to be evil, right? You’re supposed to be evil, no if ands or buts, and the only way to keep Sam from turning evil with you is to be away from him and never see him ever again, right?”
“That’s what Cas’ superiors told him.” Chloe agreed.
“Then why hasn’t it happened?”
Dean echoed the question in his own head.
“Why haven’t you gone all Dark-Eyed McGee?” Lois asked. “Chloe, you’ve been gone three months, three whole months in which you’ve begun using your powers and realizing the things you can do, but you haven’t caused any destruction, you haven’t killed anything unless it was necessary…”
“I’m darker, Lois.” Chloe interrupted. “I’m doing things I never would have done before.”
“So fucking what?” Lois interrupted, annoyed. “So have I! But world domination or destruction is not on my list and neither is it on yours! If it hadn’t been for you those angels of the lord would have destroyed that whole town in Nevada, remember? If you were so evil, if you’re destined to be Hell’s Queen, why were you working against heaven to save that town?”
There was silence.
“And don’t think I’m the only one asking questions. Cas is as well.”
“Cas?” Chloe gasped. “But he---!”
“Yeah, he’s an angel of the lord who has been tagging along with us lately, yes, he’s the one who’s been keeping the ‘shadow of the lord’ over us so that nothing can track us or find us, and yes he’s following his superior’s orders…but it’s not without question.” Lois moved slightly, voice lower, nervous. “Chloe, what if there’s something deeper going on here? Something that heaven’s not telling us? What if we’re being used?”
There was silence.
“What if we’re being Heaven’s bitches?”
“But it’s heaven!” Chloe sounded close to tears. “They wouldn’t---!”
“And what sort of Hell Queen would trust so blindly in Heaven?” Lois snapped, standing up from the bed nearly violently. “What totally evil bitch would keep hurting herself so much and stay away from thelove of her life because Heaven told her to?”
“Chloe! Just---just---think! You’re not evil! You’re not! And deep down inside you know that!” Lois had raised her voice in emotion. “You’re not evil.”
A phone ringing broke into the silence.
“Hello?” Chloe’s voice answered. “Oh, Ollie, yes, we’re fine. No, he’s still here, unconscious. No---no idea what we’re going to do. Obviously we now know why the other siren working that strip joint disappeared—it was taken care of by Sam and Dean.”
Dean suddenly realized what Chloe had been doing in that strip club.
The hunter friend of Bobby’s had been right.
Chloe and Lois had been here…working the same case Same, Bobby and him had been working.
And obviously they were working along with the Justice League of Super Liars.
“Well, Dean and Sam obviously got the second siren, so it’s a good thing we stole the blood, you should be able to manufacture more of that into an antidote for future references…and we’ll have to keep the pheromone spray with us and try use it the next time we have siren problems.” Chloe was saying. “We know enough that it worked on the male population, I mean, even you were a little under its spell when I gave you the bottle of blood during the little show.”
Lois chuckled evilly.
“Yes Oliver, it was necessary to do that, the best way to do things in secret is to do them in the open, you know that.” Chloe sounded quite amused before sighing. “I don’t know if he recognized you. I’m hoping not. But I’ll get back to you once he’s regained consciousness and let you know what the Game Plan is. Okay, yes, thank you. Bye.”
There was silence.
Chloe sighed, going towards Dean and shaking his shoulder. “Hey you, wake up.”
Dean pretended to be groggy as he slowly opened his eyes for the first time, blinking in surprise as he got a good look of Chloe Sullivan. She seemed a lot different from the pictures Sam had of her.
Her hair was longer and red, with black streaks through it, her eyes were thickly lined with black kohl, and it made her eyes seem a deeper green. She’d gotten a tan, and was wearing a tight black shirt with a white skull on it, and mini black skirt with combat boots.
“Are you still in your stripper outfit?” Were the first words that came out of his mouth.
She grinned brightly, tilting her head to the side. “You’ll be just fine.” The girl sat down next to him. “How are you doing, Dean? How’s Sam?”
Usually in this sort of situation Dean would have sat up straight, glared at the girl, and snapped at her about how much of a bitch she was for having done this to his little brother. But with all of the things he’d overheard, and with the sadness in those green eyes, Dean really couldn’t bring himself to that sort of reaction.
“Not good, actually.” Dean finally sat up, looking at the girl with the power over his brother, the girl he was quickly beginning to see in a different light. “Since you ditched him he’s been going crazy looking for you. Even has that demon bitch using all her darkest mojo trying to find you, and it’s not working…mind telling me why?”
“Did she do the flaming map thing again?” Lois grinned, leaning against the wall.
Dean raised an eyebrow.
The cousin was hot too
“Look, just, just tell Sam that it’s over, okay? To get over it.” Chloe interrupted, standing up from the bed and walking away from it, grabbing a black leather jacket and pulling it on, completing her punk bad-girl look. “We got all we needed out of each other and it was fun while it lasted, but I can’t keep babysitting his sorry little ass, okay? I mean, you’re here now, so why should I have to put up with all the whining anymore?”
Lois’ gaze was discreetly worried as it followed her cousin.
Dean had to admit that Chloe was doing a good job. If he hadn’t overheard her and Lois talking before he might have let those words inflame his anger and he would have missed the way she couldn’t meet his gaze, the way she paled and winced as she spoke.
She was trying to push Sam away to keep him safe…and Dean had to respect her for doing something that seemed to hurt her so very much all for Sam’s benefit.
“I’m over it, and frankly, I’m bored and getting fucking annoyed with the fact that he can’t seem to get the picture.” She returned to Dean, leaning forwards, hands on the mattress as she glared at him. “I don’t know how you found us, but I want you to tell Sam when you see him to get a fucking life. And get laid. Okay? He needs it.”
Lois shot another look at Chloe, seeming so sad.
Dean watched the war going on those features, as the cousin seemed to want to hug Chloe yet needed to keep brave and strong, to go along with the play.
“So, how has your life been since you left?” Dean asked, proud of himself for how calm he was being.
“Truthfully? Exhilarating.” Chloe sneered at him. “Without your little brother trying to play leader, and me having to try and make him less pathetic than he already was, I have so much free time on my hands. I’ve gotten a life back, and I’m having fun.” She leaned closer, so that their faces were almost touching, their breaths meeting in the small space between.
“You know what?” Dean asked, not taking his eyes from hers. “I’m thinking you’re trying to sell this great life of yours a little too desperately, sister.”
“My life has changed since I got your brother out of it, and I’m not going to let you cramp my style.” She hissed, and Dean’s eyes widened as those green orbs bled demon black. “This is my hunt, and I’m not about to run away from it with my tail between my legs, okay Winchester?”
Dean just looked into those demon eyes, wondering if Sam had known about this ability of hers or if it was something she’d developed during these three months.
In seconds he’d reacted on instinct, moving so that she was beneath him and he was straddling her, the knife they hadn’t taken from him pressed against her throat.
Lois moved to stop him.
“No!” Chloe’s word kept her back.
Dean narrowed his eyes as he pressed the knife harder against her throat. “What the hell are you?”
He’d seen Sam’s eyes go darker in color to that uneasy purple, but he’d never seen his brother’s eyes bleed back like a demon’s.
“I’m not possessed, if that’s what you’re asking.” Chloe smirked, not looking at all worried despite the circumstance. “Lois, get out.”
“Chloe…” The cousin was worried.
“OUT!” Chloe snapped.
Lois hesitated a second before banging out of the room.
Chloe then returned her leer to Dean, rolling her hips under him in a seductive and surprising move. “You know…if Sam had been a little more like this I mightn’t have gotten bored and scrammed.”
Dean narrowed his eyes.
“But we both know he’s a little puppy unable to find the darkness in him that he’d need to satisfy certain baser needs of mine.” She gazed up at Dean through her lashes, smiling seductively as her hands slid up his thighs. “How about it, bad boy? How about showing me how a real Winchester does it?”
She bucked up against him again, giving a little hiss of pleasure as the blade cut her throat a little.
Dean was confused and worried, not knowing which Chloe was the real one.
Was it the one who he’d heard when pretending to be unconscious, or the bitch in front of him now?
“I don’t go for black eyed bitches.” Dean sneered.
“Your loss.” Chloe smirked.
Dean wasn’t sure of what’d happened next, but suddenly there was a flash of light, and he was thrown back into the wall, and they weren’t alone in the room anymore.
There, leaning over Chloe and rubbing his thumb over the slight cut on her neck was a man he’d never seen before, in a trench coat. The man looked concerned as he traced the bleeding wound with his thumb, healing it with his mere touch.
“I have got to talk to Lois about her involving you whenever she feels like ruining my fun.” Chloe smirked up at the newcomer as he helped her off of the bed and she turned to where Dean was still pinned to the wall. “You wouldn’t have been enough to satisfy me anyway.”
He sneered. “Oh believe me darling, I would have been more than enough.”
For a second she was so shocked at his flirting back that her mask fell, confusion coloring her features before her mask was back on, and she was moving towards the newcomer like a child seeking comfort of an adult.
She’d been playing her part so well, but in those few seconds she’d blown it.
“So, who’s this?” Dean asked, as the power over him disappeared and he wasn’t pinned to the wall anymore.
“Who, him?” Chloe asked, back in her evil bitch persona, as she turned to the stranger and plastered herself to him intimately, running her hand down his front seductively. “Lets just say I found myself a new sugar daddy who actively enjoys the darker pleasures of life and living it with me.”
“You need to leave.” The male told Dean evenly.
Chloe leaned forwards and nipped at the man’s jaw line before turning to Dean and grinning seductively. “Yeah, you really do. We’re about to get proactive.”
Dean frowned at her.
So did the male.
Realizing that he wasn’t going to get her to act like a civilized person, Dean frowned darker. She was scared, it was obvious in the slight desperateness in her actions, in the way she was just trying a little toohard to convince him of everything.
She was scared.
She really believed she was evil and she would turn Sam evil too.
And yet, and yet from what Bobby had told Dean late in the nights as they worried over Sam, Sam hadn’t become this desperate or this dark until after her disappearance.
If anything might be turning his brother ‘evil’ it wasn’t Chloe’s being in his life, it was Chloe’s not being there.
But everything was so confusing, and Dean didn’t know who this man was, but he had a feeling this was the ‘Cas’---the angel---she and Lois had been talking about. And ‘Cas’ didn’t want Chloe with Sam, which meant that there was no talking to her, no getting through to her, now that he was there.
“You aren’t worth it.” Dean played along, stalking past them to the door. “If you ask me, you did Sam a big favor getting gone.”
Pain flashed through her face, he saw it in her reflection when he turned his head and looked in the mirror.
Now that she thought he was behind her and unable to see her anymore, Chloe Sullivan’s face had broken down, agony and despair visible on every feature as she closed her eyes, a silent tear making its way down her cheek. “I’m glad we see it the same way, Dean.” Her voice was amazingly even. “Now get your brother and get the hell outta my town. I’m not finished here, but I want you guys gone.”
“With pleasure.” Storming out of the room, he slammed the door behind him and frowned into the darkness, wondering how the hell he was going to do this.
There was no way just leaving was the right thing to do.
Sam needed to see Chloe.
He needed Chloe.
That was just how things were.
And if Sam needed Chloe, then Dean was going to do all in his power to get her back for him.
But how could Dean do this if Chloe, her cousin, an angel, and fucking HEAVEN were against it?
“Just, just leave, okay?”
Dean turned towards the voice and watched as Lois Lane appeared from the darkness. “Excuse me?”
“Chloe’s given up a lot for Sam, and this is difficult on her, so do what she says and take Sam and go.” Lois ordered, eyes narrowed. “And, well, you just better do it, if you know what’s good for you.”
He snorted. “Look sugar, I don’t exactly feel intimidated by you.”
“It’s not me you should be worried about, Dean Winchester.” Lois hissed as she hurried to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him urgently away from the motel. “Chloe is the one who did the bargain to get you out of hell. She promised a whole lotta celestial creeps that if they sprung you from the pit she’d stay away from Sam. Do you see where I’m getting at? You’re no use to them if she gets with Sam. Why do you think she’s trying her best to scare you off?”
Dean froze, suddenly getting what both of the cousins had been trying to say in their own way. “You’re saying that if Sam found Chloe, that if they got back together---that heaven would send me back to hell.”
Lois nodded. “Chloe---my cousin---is trying to save both you and Sam, don’t you see that? She’s protecting you both! Stop making it so difficult for her!”
Emotion was thick in her voice.
“Take Sam and leave here. Tonight if possible.” Lois told him, sending a look in the motel’s direction. “I trust Cas, but I don’t trust any of the others, and if they got word that you had made contact with Chloe---they might---they might panic, alright? Just, please, just go.”
And with that, she turned and returned back to the motel.
Dean watched her until she disappeared into the room.
He then turned back towards the road and took in a deep breath.
What the fuck was he supposed to do now?