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Sequel to "Being Chloe Sullivan".

Written for my Paranormal25 150 Prompt Tale. Prompt of the Day # 57. Ark Of The Covenant.

A/N: Should be a threeshot.


"When I came to open the club she was sitting in the diner across the road." Chloe shook her head, talking on her cellular freely since it was still very early and no one had arrived as yet. "She obviously has a death wish and I'm not going to give into it because that would be me doing what she wants me to do and I refuse to be manipulated. If she has a guilty conscience and thinks she'll feel better if I kill her then screw her! She going to dying of fucking old age!"

"How are you doing, honey?" Angela asked, voice sounding odd due to the fact that they were using speakerphone.

"I'm fine." Chloe sighed, running a hand over her head.

"I'm relieved she's still alive." Constantine surprised her by announcing. "The Assholes Upstairs have been just itching for an excuse to take down the next Morning Star now that you've made it clear that you're not working for them. If you'd gone and killed the woman who stopped the Apocalypse that would have been enough proof they'd need that you're evil and starting some new rebellion."

Chloe sat down. "You think?"

"But what about those hunters she killed?" Angela wanted to know, frown obvious in her voice. "They didn't do anything about that."

"Because they attacked her without justifiable cause. She was only defending herself, and she let that one go free." Constantine replied. "That threw a couple of the guys upstairs through a loop, or so Gabriel said."

"Hmm." Angela disliked the androgynous Gabriel intensely, but then again Gabriel had been in league with Mammon to have the devil born into this world through Angela's body...so she had every reason to stab the now human Gabriel, or she did in Chloe's books.

Sensing movement, Chloe looked up and couldn't keep the smile from her face when she saw the angel from the other night entering, looking around curiously, confused why there wasn't anyone else there yet. "I have to go." Hanging up, she smiled up at the angel, leaning over the counter to give him a better view of her cleavage, which was impressive on its own, but even more in this corseted outfit she was wearing. "Hey."

"Hello." He reached the bar and paused, looking around at the empty club. "Is it closed? The man in the front with the card let me in once I told him of the puppy in high heels on his side of the card."

Biting down on her bottom lip, amused at how he worded himself, Chloe grinned. "We're open. It's just that people don't usually arrive until much later."

"May I have the beverage you prepared for me last night?" He asked, sliding onto a stool and looked up at her.

She smiled. "Honey, you can have whatever you want."

Chloe doubted he understood the undercurrent of the comment, and yet offered anyway.

She'd never really been one to offer herself, usually the people she'd slept with had offered and she'd accepted, but this guy was different.

She didn't know why, but he just was.

"Here you go." She slid the drink over to him.

"Thank you." He nodded, taking a sip of it, before taking in a deep breath, eyeing her. "When I came last night, I was not being fully honest with you." That was curious.

She raised an eyebrow, leaning on the counter. "How so?"

"While I was curious about this place of mingling, I only learnt of its existence due to my following you." He admitted, blue gaze intense and on her green one. "I am Castiel, Angel of the Lord, and I was sent to you."

Chloe blinked, confused. "You were sent to me?"

He nodded. "You are a Sister, and yet you are not. You suffered greatly, and you have tainted Grace inside of you. My orders are to make sure that no one tries to lure you to the dark side."

The blonde took in a deep breath, trying to sort through the muddle in her brain. "Are you my probation officer?"

"I do not know what that is." Castiel admitted.

Chloe closed her eyes, fighting the smile.

The guy might be working for the Holy Assholes, but he was just too cute and naive for his own good.

"Why you?" She finally asked, opening her eyes once more. "What makes Castiel, Angel of the Lord, the right one to crack the whip and keep the tainted Morning Star in line?"

"There will be no whip." Castiel frowned slightly. "That is hell's way, not heaven's."

Oh god, he was adorable.

"But as for your question." He leaned forwards on the table as well, face closer to her own. "They consider it a punishment, because I was the one who found your case file and brought it to the Council, which ended in your extradition from Hell."

Chloe's body went frozen.

"They believe you a liability, and since I was the one who is responsible from your being plucked from perdition, they believe it is my responsibility to make sure that you do not stray." Castiel finished.

Chloe hadn't heard the rest of that. "You're the reason I'm out of hell?"

He nodded.

Chloe stood and walked out around the bar and before Castiel, Angel of the Lord, knew what was going on she'd spun his stool around so that his back was to the bar and she'd grabbed him by his loosened tie, yanking him down to her. Their lips met, and while he obviously was confused and wasn't exactly sure what was going on, Chloe kissed him for all that she was worth. Her hand still clutched his tie, and the other dug itself fingers-deep in his dark brown hair as she insinuated herself between his thighs.

He gave a little groan that was a mixture of confusion and innocent arousal, lips cautiously beginning to move against hers.

Finally pulling away, Chloe grinned and nipped at his nose playfully, enjoying the shocked, confused, yet utterly satisfied look on his face. "Thank you."

Castiel was still slightly dazed as she pulled away.

Grinning in congratulations to herself, Chloe started moving to go around to the inside of the bar.

Suddenly a woman walked through the entrance, blonde with a white dress and killer figure.

"Hello." Chloe turned, giving the new patron her customary smile, as she turned at the little gate at the bar. "It's a little early, but in two hours or so-."

And then the woman reached her, grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her in for a kiss.

Chloe's eyes widened and she squeaked into the kiss, freezing in confusion, wondering if Castiel had felt like this moments ago.

Finally pushing away, Chloe looked up at the smirking woman. "What the hell lady?"

"So you're the who Lumiel chose to take over as Morning Star." The beautiful blonde looked her over. "You know, I thought he'd pick a guy. I didn't realize he was so...kinky."

"Lilith, I presume." Chloe murmured, for lack of something else to say.

Castiel stood from his seat.

"Calm down angel boy." Lilith smirked. "I come in peace." She turned to Chloe. "Just came to get a look at the person I've been hearing so much about."

Chloe folded her arms over her chest, a bit unnerved.

Lilith's smirk grew. "Tell Midnight when he comes back that I can pay him triple of whatever it is those hunters are."

Chloe nodded, not pretending to not know what Lilith was referring to. "I'll let him know."

"Good." Lilith looked her up and down. "I'll be seeing you again soon."

And with that she sauntered out of the club, hips swaying.

Chloe made a face as she leaned back against the counter. "There's no unspoken rule that says I have to take on Lumiel's consorts, is there?"

"There isn't a precedent to your situation to base my answer off of, but I wouldn't believe so." Castiel answered her, sitting down again now that Lilith had gone.

"Good." Chloe took in a deep breath, going back to her place behind the counter. "I really need a drink."

With Lois back, Castiel as the little angel on her shoulder, and Lumiel's consort in the picture, Chloe figured she'd be needing a lot of drinks from hereon out.