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Sequel to: Into The Dark

Written for my LiveJournal Paranormal25 150 Prompt Table. Prompt of the day #23: Psychokinesis.

"A partnership?" Chloe frowned, feeling utterly confused.

"What the fuck?" Dean didn't seem to get it either. "Hasn't working with demons taught you nothing? We don't want good will to the world! We wanna have fun with it while it lasts!"

"Very well put." Chloe agreed before turning to Sam. "Have you been drinking?"

He chuckled darkly, tilting his head slightly as he looked at them. "I think a partnership between the three of us would be convenient. We want the same thing."

Chloe and Dean shared confused looks.

The Demon Killer was making no sense.

"You don't want Lucifer to rise and neither do I." Sam announced smoothly. "And we both want to stop Lilith, make her pay, without killing her. The only way to really make sure that she doesn't set Lilith free would be to find a way to imprison her as well."

Chloe tilted her head, curious and intrigued. "It wouldn't be easy. She has legions of demons at her disposal, demons I have no control over. Her demons."

"Exactly." Sam went to the chester drawer and fingered a set of handcuffs. "You said you didn't want anyone to take the power from you, right? These demons aren't yours, their hers. What if she wants to wage war with you for the power now that Lucifer won't be getting free?"

Dean and Chloe shared narrowed looks, not having thought of that before.

"But if you go after her yourself, you bind her, kill her demons that get in your way...you'd be proving your superiority and sending out a clear message about who has the real power." The Demon Killer seemed enthralled by the handcuffs, holding a pair up by a finger.

"That's...kinda devious." Dean announced slowly, surprised.

"And would be effective." Chloe decided, bringing her thumb to her mouth and nibbling on the nail thoughtfully. "I'd have to give out a warning, of course, to be fair. If some of her demons don't want to come up against us, don't want to serve her anymore, they can find me and swear allegiance. I know my minions."

Dean nodded.

"If not, then they're free game." Chloe grinned, going to the bed and collapsing on it, gazing up at the ceiling. "We could do this, Dean. We could imprison Lilith like Lucifer, make sure that its near impossible for her ever to be found much less freed! And with the seal of Lucifer's cage unable to be broken, then he'll always be trapped wherever the heaven he is and we won't have to worry about him appearing and screwing up everything!"

"If a deal sounds too good to be true, it probably is." Dean announced in warning, turning to Sam, eyes narrowed. "What's the catch?"

"No catch." Sam put his hands up in a show of honesty. "Your people don't hurt me, my people don't hurt you. Same goes for us, of course, we swear not to hurt the other one...unless the other person wants it."

Chloe turned on the bed to look at Sam at that, eyebrow raised, unable to keep the amused smirk off of her face.

Dean sighed and rolled his eyes at the flirtation he was obviously realizing was going to be a commonplace occurrence if they made the deal.

"So until our mission is over, we're the three musketeers?" Chloe was now on her stomach, the low cut of her shirt giving a good view of her cleavage. "We ride off into the sunset on the trusted steed and fight evil with another kind of evil?"

"Well, in the Impala, not a steed." Sam shrugged.

Dean flinched when he heard that word, eyes widening. "I can't believe I forgot about my baby."

Chloe frowned, feeling a little seed of jealousy blooming in her chest. "Your baby?"

He didn't seem to realize the frown on her face because he was grinning brightly.

She decided she was going to have to exert dominion over this Impala posthaste.

Sam continued to look from one to the other in intensity, as if studying their every move, their every reaction.

It made her a little uneasy, but if they made this deal he'd be physically unable to hurt them, like they him...unless someone wanted a little pain.

She smirked at that thought, before frowning when another one entered her mind. "Why?"

The men, who'd been sharing curious and calculating looks, turned to gaze at her.

"Why what?" Sam asked.

"Why the partnership?" Chloe sat up in the bed, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at him. "You're different, Demon Killer. The hundreds of years I was in hell they spoke about you like some nightmare. You have demons scared of you and you've been doing a good job all this time without us. So why all of a sudden do you want a partnership with us?"

"Dean is my brother." Sam replied as if that should be obvious. "And...and because of the last condition of the deal."

She rose from the bed. "What last condition?"

"You have noticed that I'm not...normal." Sam broke eye contact and sighed, running his hand over his hair.

"Your powers." Chloe nodded. "I have never heard of a human having the powers you have."

"That's because I'm not human." Sam replied. "I have Azazel's blood in my veins."

"Aza----." Chloe turned to Dean. "Did you know this?"

He nodded.

In seconds she'd reached him and the sound of the slap echoed throughout the room, her eyes white and furious. "Don't you ever withhold information like that from me again, do you understand?"

Dean, hand on his throbbing cheek, took in a deep breath before nodding. "Yes."

Sam looked at them in shock.

She turned towards the younger brother. "You're a halfbreed." She shook her head, still a bit pissed but more confused and intrigued now that the initial fury was wearing off. "The Books of Damnation talk about people like you. In ancient times, when Lucifer was living, he made the first halfbreed, Azazel."

Sam and Dean both turned to look at Chloe in shock.

"God made himself Adam, Lucifer made himself Azazel." Chloe continued. "His on true son." She shook her head. "Out of all Azazel was chosen, and ever since then only those with Lucifer's blood could make halfbreeds. So, since Azazel was the only one with a pure link to Lucifer, then he could make a halfbreed. You."

"Azazel was a full-on demon." Dean shook his head. "There's no way that---."

"Oh, by the time he was killed he was a whole demon, and one of the strongest hell has ever known." Chloe agreed. "But he didn't start out that way." Her eyes then widened and she turned to Sam before giggling. "I understand now. The next part of the deal. It's the same reason you were with Ruby."

Dean frowned, still obviously confused. "What? What is it?"

"Blood." Chloe grinned. "He needs blood for his powers to keep growing, to continue evolving. And not just any blood, but demon blood."

Dean's eyes widened. "Sam's been drinking demon blood all this time?"

Sam took in a deep breath, face guarded and cold. "I did what I had to do to survive."

"No." The blonde shook her head. "You did what you had to do to get stronger, to destroy." She walked towards him, looking him up and down. "You want me to give you my blood like Ruby used to. Because my blood is richer it will make you stronger, faster."

He watched her with that same intensity he always did.

Chloe then returned to Dean's side and motioned with her finger for him to bend down. She cupped his face and stepped up on her toes, pressing a kiss to the mark she'd left on his cheek, her powers already beginning to drive away the sting.

Dean caught her and pulled her to him, forcing his mouth on her lips savagely. He then yanked his lips from hers with a chuckle and looked over at Sam. "You got a deal, little brother."

Chloe smiled and turned her head to look back at the younger Winchester. "Now we just have to seal it." She turned back to Dean and grinned. "Wanna watch?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "Next time. I'm going to make sure there aren't any more of Lilith's demons around." He let go of Chloe and reached under the bed, pulling out the Colt. "And if there are, it's going to be me who is having the fun."

"Bring me back a heart if you do!" Chloe called teasingly as he left the room, before turning to Sam and smiling as she made her way to him. The blonde looked up at him enticingly through her eyelashes, hands going to his belt, trailing down to play suggestively with his zipper. "Ready to make a pact with a devil, Sammy?"

His eyes went demon dark as she backed away towards the bed...and he followed.