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A/N: Sequel to "Lost And Found".

Written for my Paranormal25 150 Prompt Table. Prompt used #94. Fugue State

Spoiler Warning for Supernatural Season 4 Episode 17 "It's A Terrible Life".

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Every time a colleague of Dean's entered his office Chloe gazed at him or her hungrily, but managed to keep herself in her seat. Dean had explained her and Sam's presence in his office as his needing some IT and consultant help on a deal he was making, and no one seemed to question him much. It helped that the people came in and then left quickly, otherwise Chloe didn't think she could keep herself from sexually assaulting them. She'd almost jumped the pimply teenager who'd brought them the food from the delivery place Dean had ordered, but had held onto her chair tightly and he'd left with his virginity intact.

Being around Sam and Dean wasn't helping either, because she knew deep inside that they'd be enough to stop her from going insane, but her pride was keeping her from feeding from them.

"I still think we should check out this Room 1444, that's where all the people who've killed themselves have gone to right before they start acting weird." Sam declared.

Dean went to where his golf clubs were and pulled one out. "But this time we take the stairs."

Chloe eyed him in utter horror.

Golf?

Really?

Sam went passed her and grabbed one of the golf clubs, eyeing it and testing its weight in his hand before giving an experimental swing. "Let's do this."

Chloe looked between the two of them, not at all assured that the two Tiger Woods wannabes could keep themselves safe. She sighed, standing, deciding that she'd have to go with them and not ditch them to find another snack as she'd planned. The blonde was getting a little tired of playing along, felt irritated and bitchy from her hunger, but tried to reign in her hunger long enough to see this through. She knew someone else was calling the shots, knew that Sandover couldn't keep 'him' back for long, and knew that if the ghost knew who she was than whoever was in charge of this knew as well. Before too long the one calling the shots was going to show himself, and Chloe was going to stick around until he did.

Just as Dean was about to head towards the door, his phone rang, and he frowned, going to look at it. "Dammit, it's Mr. Addler." He looked up. "I have to take this phone call."

Sam sent him and incredulous look.

Ignoring him, Dean put down his club and reached for his phone, all business once more as he talked to his boss.

This was the second time she'd heard of this 'Mr. Addler' and figured he was the head honcho of Sandover. She wondered if he mightn't have a clearer understanding of what was going on...or be behind it.

She was about to ask where Mr. Addler's office was so she could pop in for a quick visit, when she realized Sam was watching her intently.

"What?" The blonde snapped, feeling hungry and impatient and defensive.

"You just..." Sam shook his head and looked away. "You look so much like you do in my dreams...it's creepy. I mean, I explained away Dean because I'd seen him at work a couple of times...but I've never seen you before and yet...I feel as if I know you."

"You don't." She replied, a little angrily and very truthfully.

"I-I know." Sam gazed down at his shoes. "This-this must really freak you out, huh?"

The blonde watched as Dean sat back down, checking his computer for some information the boss was asking for. "You'd be surprised at what it takes to freak me out."

To be truthful, Dean right now was freaking her out more than any baddie could.

"I'm freaked out." Sam apparently needed someone to talk to, and wasn't averse to loading everything on her. "I mean, I'm glad this means I'm not insane, but seeing what I see, and dreaming what I dream..." His gaze returned to her finally, haunted. "They're the worst nightmares...and what happened to you..."

Chloe frowned, returning her gaze to him once more. "What happened to me in your dreams? How did I die in this past life you believe so much in?"

He went pale and flinched, looking away once more. "I-I-I never saw your death."

"You're lying." She hissed, feeling that fire burning inside of her. "You saw how I died. You know how I died."

He gulped, shaking his head. "No."

Chloe stormed to Sam and grabbed him by the front of her shirt, pulling him around to face her. "Say it."

He looked down at her, surprised by her strength, before taking in a deep breath. "We killed you."

She let go of him as if burnt, those three words what she'd been searching for, and yet instead of the raging anger and violence she'd expected, instead she felt cold and sad.

"I don't-I don't remember the details-it's all so foggy." Sam whispered, voice breaking. "I remember D-Dean-we didn't want to-we-." His hands were beginning to tremble along with his voice. "You were dead...and then your body went up in flames and we couldn't even-we couldn't even bury you."

Chloe took a couple of steps back, shocked at how Sam seemed to be about to break down in front of her over what he thought was a dream.

"Dean hated himself...I hated myself...we both wanted to...we wanted to die." Sam leaned hard against the wall, loosening his hold on the club until it dropped to the ground, eye dark, haunted. "I don't remember why we felt that we had to...kill you...but I do remember in the end we knew it wasn't worth it."

Chloe backed away, emotions warring inside of her, increasing her hunger, causing the room to whirl dangerously. "I need some air."

Without another word she raced out of Dean's office, but didn't get far as someone reached out for her from one of the offices and pulled her inside. The door was closed and she pushed up against it, another body plastered to hers, a hand covering her mouth. Not that she would have screamed. Not now that she knew who the one who'd grabbed her was.

Dean's office door opened and Sam and Dean could be heard hurrying out, probably trying to find her.

That hand was removed from her mouth and Chloe gazed up into those eyes, voice a soft hiss, chest heaving. "What are you doing here?"

"You're sending out a distress signal every demon picked up on, but I was the lucky one to be closest to you thus I got here first." Zep whispered back, smile completely arrogant. "So how are we doing this?" He morphed into Sam Winchester, then Dean Winchester, and finally into Castiel as he reached under her skirt and tore off her underwear.

"Change back." She whispered, cupping his face, unable to think of Castiel right now and what he must be going through-what he must think of her if he could see her from his place on high. "I like your new host."

"Really?" Those lips curled in a wicked smile that would never be on Castiel's face, before morphing back into that of his host. "I'll have to keep him then."

"Zep." She whimpered in need. "Just stop talking already."

He grinned before bringing his lips to hers in a kiss, and then he was in her, and Chloe could feel the difference, the strength of this filling, her hunger dying down as she took her fill of him. She wasn't truly quenched though, and pushed him to the ground once it was done for another time, and while he chuckled at her he was considerably weaker from her having drawn already so much from him. By the ending of their go on the floor he was visibly fatigued, while she still was hungry and feeling like a starving person at a banquet.

Another demon appeared, this time a succubus whose sole purpose was to store up energy for Chloe, and the blonde partook of that energy, devouring it greedily, wondering if this was what a vampire was like in bloodlust. She didn't think on it too much though, nothing on her mind but the feeling of cool ice easing the painful burning that'd consumed her from within.

By the time she was slightly back to normal, six demons lay fatigued yet visibly high on the floor.

Chloe contemplated leaving them there before pausing and frowning, realizing that something inside of her recoiled and snarled at that idea, almost protectively. She wondered if that wasn't because of her opening up more and more to the Morning Star power inside of her and thus to her connection to the demons. Not wanting to really sit down an contemplate that for right now, the blonde sighed and then concentrated.

In the blinking of an eye, Lilith, Ruby and Meg appeared in front of her.

Meg smirked, waving her fingers at an Incubi on the floor.

Ruby blinked in surprise, looking down at her fallen brothers and sisters.

"You've been having some fun I see." Lilith went to stand in front of Chloe.

Chloe shrugged, folding her arms over her chest. "I was hungry."

Lilith chuckled, shaking her head. "This was but a snack. You should have seen what Lumiel consumed daily. And that was with him and you consuming energy from your consorts."

"Lumiel had an Apocalypse to power, he'd have had to consume more energy to keep it going." Chloe replied, gaze going down to the demons on the floor. "Can you get them out of here safely?"

Ruby looked up at Chloe at that, eyes wide, lips tilted in a small smile. "You're worried about them?"

"She's opening up, Ruby dear." Meg replied, resting her elbow on Ruby's shoulder. "Comes with the territory."

Lilith snapped her fingers, and with that a bright light exploded in the office, when it receded to nothing, the demons were gone as well, except for her, Meg, and Ruby. "Anything else?"

"Yeah." Chloe frowned, eyeing the females. "What's with everyone changing hosts all of a sudden? The only reason I think I can recognize you all is because I know the feel of your energies. I've seen each and every one of the demons who came here to help me before at the bar, and everyone was wearing a different host except for Saltia."

"Our hosts were so last summer." Meg declared before smirking. "Word's gotten around that you have a distaste for anyone inhabiting bodies with souls in them."

Chloe's eyes widened. "Are you saying-?"

"Do you know how many brain-dead people have just suddenly and miraculously awoken these last couple of days?" Ruby smiled. "Everyone's calling it a miracle."

"Also," Meg continued. "A lot of people who 'died for a couple of seconds' have just miraculously come back as well."

"Those who still have their old hosts, like Satia, are using them because the host has already died, from the demon having used the body for so long." Lilith replied. "Saltia has been in that body for almost a hundred years, the soul already moved on."

Chloe didn't know what to say, speechless.

"Plus, I have to say it." Meg grinned. "It's nice not to have someone whining in your head all the time."

Suddenly the door flew open, and Sam and Dean appeared, brandishing their golf clubs.

"Chloe?" Dean frowned. "Are you alright?"

"What was that light?" Sam looked around him. "Everyone ran out saying something about a bomb?"

The demons ignored the newly arrived, Ruby taking a step towards Chloe. "About your investigation here, I can tell you that Sandover wouldn't have hurt you, Mother. He was one of your most faithful followers while alive."

"If anything, he was probably trying to trigger these two idiots' real memories...while putting himself at risk since they'd want to hunt him, as is their nature." Meg sneered at them.

"Wait a second, the ghost worships the temp?" Dean made a face. "Did you call her Mother?"

"What do you mean real memories?" Sam's eyes narrowed. "And who the hell are you three?"

Lilith suddenly shuddered, looking up, eyes bleeding black simultaneously with Meg's and Ruby's as they too looked up.

Sam and Dean gasped in horror.

"We have to go. They're coming." Lilith vanished.

"Hold the phone!" Dean gasped. "Did she just vanish?"

"Wait, who is coming?" Chloe asked, turning to Meg.

"Angels." Meg whispered, before disappearing as well.

"Angels exist?" Sam nearly squeaked.

And suddenly it made sense.

Angels were behind this.

But why?

What use could they have for changing Dean's and Sam's memories and then sticking them in jobs in a haunted building?

"You need to get out of here." Ruby, who hadn't disappeared like the others, turned to Chloe, obviously terrified. "You're not strong enough to go up against an Angel yet."

"I'm staying." Chloe responded.

Ruby's inky eyes went pleading. "Please."

And suddenly Ruby was pinned to the wall, fighting for breath, a hand gripping her throat.

Attached to that hand was an Angel.

A familiar one.

"Time to go back to hell, demon."

"Mr. Addler?" Dean squeaked.

Sam was quiet, eyes narrowed, darting to and from everyone.

"Let her go Zachariah." Chloe growled, turning towards him.

He paused, turning his head away from a struggling Ruby. "Chloe." He smirked. "This is a long way from Papa Midnight's."

"But you know I stopped working there Zach." Chloe stayed alert, knowing that this place wasn't neutral like Papa Midnight's, and there was nothing keeping the Angel from acting out on his true feelings towards her. "You're one of the regulars."

"Right." Zachariah nodded, turning to face her more, but still keeping a hold on an obviously scared Ruby. "Midnight has some temporary new girls working behind the counter. They can't make an Anal Piledriver worth shit."

Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Anal-?" Dean whispered.

"Let Ruby go, Zach." Chloe tried once more.

"She trespassed onto our territory." Zachariah tightened his grip. "She's ours to deal with as we see fit."

"No she's not." Chloe growled. "And if you don't let her go, you'll have to deal with me."

Ruby shook her head furiously.

Zachariah just stared at Chloe, before opening his fist.

Ruby collapsed to the ground, coughing.

"I see the rumors are true." He turned his back on the demon and put his full attention on Chloe. "You're opening up to your true nature." He smirked. "Wondered when you were going to give in, actually."

"Ruby." Chloe didn't look away from the Angel. "Go."

"But-." The demon stuttered, voice hoarse.

"Go!" Chloe ordered.

Ruby closed her eyes and vanished.

Now that Ruby was gone, Chloe narrowed her eyes on Zachariah. "Where's Castiel?"

"Home sweet home." Zachariah declared, crocodile smile on his face. "Just catching up with family."

"If you hurt him I swear-." Chloe took a threatening step towards him.

"Whoa whoa whoa." Zachariah raised his hands in a stop gesture. "Calm down. We're both on the same side here."

"Oh I doubt that." She replied.

"What the hell is going on?" Sam interrupted, voice filled with frustration and confusion.

"Yeah, Zach, what exactly are you all up to?" Chloe asked, sweeping her hand out towards the Winchesters. "First you give them new identities-only to give them crappy ones, and then you give them new jobs-crappy ones...and on top of that you put them in a building that's haunted by someone who's killing the workers here? And they don't remember how to take care of a ghost?" The blonde made a face. "Is this how heaven shows its favor for the hunters who helped kill me?"

"Wait, what?" Dean was pale.

Sam's eyes widened in horror as he took a step back. "It can't be."

"Now listen here Missy." Zachariah pouted. "Sandover was hibernating. We didn't think having those two numbskulls here would wake him up." He pointed his finger at her. "And we brought them here because after you went to Hell they were on a path to imminent death themselves! Do you know how many times we had to intervene during their hunts to make sure they weren't killed?" He ran his hand over his bald patch. "In the end it was decided that it was best to take them from the hunt for a while, let them live the normal life they'd always craved for."

"Look at them." Chloe snorted, eyeing Sam and Dean. "One looks like a loser and the other a douche. I doubt this is what they'd always craved for."

Dean and Sam exchanged looks.

"I think they look nice." Zachariah defended.

"Judging by the Vessel you chose, I don't doubt you do." Chloe replied.

Zachariah glared at her. "No need to be insulting." He sighed and clapped.

Sam and Dean grabbed their heads, crying out in pain.

"What are you doing?" Chloe asked, eyeing them warily.

"Righting their memories." The Angel replied. "You're going to need them to find the Day Star."

She turned to the Angel, eyes wide. "You're helping me?"

"I told you. We're on the same side." He raised his chin. "And I'm not promising anything, but I'll see what I can do to shorten Castiel's little family reunion."

With that, he vanished.

Chloe looked at the place he'd been, unable to understand what had just happened.

Why-why would Zachariah help her when heaven was dead against her getting the Day Star?

What had he meant when he said they were on the same side?

"Chloe?"

She froze, that voice broken and confused and...

Taking in a deep breath, she turned to face Sam and Dean Winchester.

They were now dressed normally, faces haunted, eyes watery and disbelieving.

"We're dead." Dean whispered. "You-you're really here...right?"

Sam made to move towards her.

Chloe automatically stepped back, seeing the shock and hurt flash on his face.

She swallowed. "Sam. Dean."

Dean looked like he wanted to reach for her, but didn't, remembering her reaction to Sam's movement towards her. "Is this...heaven?"

"How did we die?" Sam asked, clenching his hands to his side.

"You didn't." Chloe replied, surprised that they didn't remember their time as Smith and Wesson. "You're both alive. The Angels just messed with your minds because you were being suicidal." She looked between them before sighing. "We should go."

She turned.

"Wha-wai-Chloe!" Sam finally snapped, grabbing her arm and whirling her around to face him.

"Sammy!" Dean hissed.

Sam glared down at Chloe.

Chloe glared up at him. "Let go of me."

"How are you still alive?" Sam hissed, tightening his hold and shaking her. "How long have you been alive?"

"Sam stop it!" Dean snapped, coming towards them.

"Almost two years." Chloe answered the giant, causing both men to freeze.

"What?" Dean whispered, sounding heart broken.

Sam's grip on her arm loosened before he freed her completely. "Why-why haven't you found us sooner?"

Chloe laughed darkly, shaking her head. "You helped kill me. You-," she pointed to Dean. "You accepted the angel who was supposed to kill me." She took in a deep breath, trying to remember her resolve to get over those points, to understand that they'd saved the world, that, that...that she needed them. "Why would you think that the moment I was freed from hell that I'd go racing after you two with arms wide open?" She closed her eyes, trying to calm down. "When Constantine sprung me from hell, I wanted nothing more than to be as far away from you two as possible." Her eyes opened. "If I'd seen you two I would have killed you."

They couldn't look at her, faces pale and agonized.

"Why are you here now then?" Sam whispered, voice unsteady.

"Because God is MIA, Gabriel is becoming All-Powerful, and according to Lilith the only way I can make sure he doesn't try deep fry me is to get the Day Star. And according to everyone, I need you two to be able to get it." She replied, hands on her hips, chin raised.

"Who the hell is Lilith?" Dean wanted to know.

"Lumiel's old consort...or one of them at least." Chloe explained, beginning to walk away, the Winchesters keeping in step with her. "She and the other demons were hiding the Aaron Rod, but Gabriel got it."

"Wait." Sam frowned. "She's a demon? Since when do you listen to demons?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you." Chloe stopped and turned to look at them. "I'm the new Lumiel. The new Lucifer. The New Morning Star. Mama to demons everywhere."

Dean's eyes widened in horror. "How-?"

Chloe really didn't want to talk about this here, but she knew them enough to know that they wouldn't move until they'd learnt more. "When I was killed Lumiel died inside of me. His tainted grace though, remained, and when when I was yanked out of the pit and Castiel restored my body, the tainted, angelic grace was still there." She then confessed something she'd realized a long time ago. "There must always be a balance, good can never be solely in charge, there has to be a counterpart to balance everything out. Satan can never be killed. Not really." The blonde smiled, and it was ugly. "It's a terrible life, isn't it?"

And with that she turned and stormed away.

She had to admit that she was a little surprised when, even after that, they followed anyway.

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