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Sequel to: Hallowed Ground

A year has passed since the events in "Hallowed Ground" so age-wise our main cast are as follows:

Lois Lane - 19 years old

Chloe Sullivan - 15 years old

Dean Winchester -23 years old


She straddled his hips, lips moving against his with just as much need and fervor, with just as much desire to-even if only for a couple of minutes-forget everything they'd gone through. A part of her was sickened, flashes of Goodnight, Hathaway, Spencer, all racing before her, but she pushed them away, trying to concentrate on Wade. He needed this as much as she did.

Chloe whimpered as his grip on her tightened, a streak of fear rushing up at her as she felt horribly trapped.

No. No. No.

Closing her eyes tighter, Chloe kissed Wade harder, fighting her growing sense of terror.

Wade tore the back of her shirt with the force in which he was holding it...the sound echoing taunting in her mind, once again that damned trio of psychopaths being pushed to the forefront of her mind, as well as their attacks.

Nausea grew intense, and she felt unable to breathe.

Crying out, unable to handle it anymore, Chloe pushed at Wade desperately before falling off of his lap and crouching on the grass as she coughed, gasping for breath. Her stomach was completely empty or she might be vomiting right now. As it was she fought for breath, the sound of her own racing heart echoing in her ears, drowning out any sound around her.

Wade leaned against the tree, running his hand through his hair.

"Sorry." She whispered, bent over, ashamed and afraid.

He sighed, knocking his head against the tree trunk a couple of times. "You're not going to get any better here. You're getting worse."

It felt like a slap on the face because it was true.

She lowered her head further.

"Come away with me."

She closed her eyes tightly. "I can't."

"You won't." The voice was accusing.

"I won't." She agreed, keeping her eyes closed tightly. "I'm going to do my best to overcome all of this, and if I can't...there's a place in Star City that's supposed to deal with people like me without just meds. Something like treating the root of the issue. If things don't work out here with counseling...I'll go there."

There was silence. "Star City?"

She nodded.

"I have an uncle there." He murmured thoughtfully for a moment before finally standing to his feet. "I'll call in from time to time. Don't give a shit if your cousin answers anymore."

Finally Chloe opened her eyes and turned towards him. "Try not to get into too much trouble."

He snorted, offering her his hand. "That's like saying that to you."

Her lips twitched as she accepted his help to her feet. "You've got a point there."

He shook his head, smiling sadly at her. "See you when you're legal." Winking, he let go and headed towards the fence, effortlessly swinging himself over it and onto the other side.

Obviously they needed a taller fence.

"I thought you weren't ever coming back to Smallville?" She called after his retreating figure.

"I'm not!" He replied with a chuckle, lighting up another cigarette as he continued walking away.

Hugging herself tightly, Chloe watched him until he turned the corner and disappeared from sight. She sighed, a part of her wishing she was going too, another part of her knowing that it wouldn't be fair on anyone if she did. She seriously needed to work through her issues if she wanted to be around anyone.

It was time to come clean to Lois about everything, especially about the California trip.

Hearing the phone ringing, she raced inside.



The sign was up ahead and seemed condemning.

AC/DC blared in the Impala, but not even his favorite songs could keep Dean from feeling shitty and annoyed. When the hell had he allowed himself to get this fond of someone who wasn't his family? This was being weak, hadn't his father told him that over and over again? Civilians were to be helped and then forgotten. That was it. The only ones that mattered were family. And the hunt.

Plus, he needed to do this. He needed to see his father. Not only did John Winchester need him, but John was the only one who had the answers to all the questions driving Dean nearly inside.

'You're leaving?' A flash of Chloe's wide eyes condemned him further.

Cursing, Dean slammed the heel of his palm into the steering wheel as he pressed down on the acceleration, going faster, passing the sign lightning fast and leaving Smallville, Kansas in his rearview mirror.


The ringing had stopped before she could get to the phone, but Chloe didn't have time to call for Lois and ask her why she hadn't gotten it considering she could hear movement upstairs in the house. No. Chloe was stopped from doing so because a figure manifested in her backyard, visible through the open back door, golden eyes staring at her.

The blonde went to the doorway and motioned for him to wait as she dashed through the house, hurrying up the stairs and passed Lois' room, where she could hear movement. A part of her wondered if Adam was in there with the brunette, and she made a mental note not to bother them as she finally made it to her bedroom and grabbed the book she'd managed to bring with her from the Luthor castle.

Turning back around, Chloe made her way downstairs and outside, closing the door behind her as she sent a look in the direction of Lois' room, seeing the light on and a figure through the closed curtains doing something she couldn't make out.

Shaking her head, the blonde motioned for Azazel to follow her, not wanting him to be seen by her cousin. They used the fence in the back and walked off, side by side, until finally they were in a section which was fairly isolated.

"Here." She handed the demon the book, hugging herself when he finally had it in his hands. "People died."

"I heard." What surprised her was the storm in his eyes. "There wasn't supposed to be anyone there. Otherwise you wouldn't have been sent to retrieve it."

She believed him.

And that made her wary because why should he care if she was in danger or not?

"It's blank...but it's still important, isn't it?"

He eyed her before nodding.

She didn't ask him why it was important...she didn't want to know if he'd answer her or not. "So just Lex Luthor...and this is over."

"Your part of the deal will have been completed." He nodded, tightening his hold on the book before disappearing in the blinking of an eye.

Sighing, never going to be used to that, Chloe turned and hurried back to the house, really not wanting to be outside in the dark by herself. As she got closer she could hear the phone once more, and Lois' light was off in her bedroom, but she ignored that as she hurried inside and raced to the phone in the kitchen, yanking it off of the receiver just before the last ring.

"Hello?" She gasped, breathless.

"Chloe?" A female voice asked in surprise before sighing in relief. "I was starting to get worried too! He's been frantic saying that you were in danger and that-!"

Suddenly the phone was yanked from her hand and a male voice could be heard. "Chloe? Are you okay?"

"Did you...did you have a dream?" She asked, voice choking.

"Yeah." He let out a little breath. "In it you're in danger and there's this guy, who was supposed to be dead, but we both know the luck you have when it comes to supposedly dead guys, I mean look at the whole Spencer thing, I just-."

"Jacob Goodnight." She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. "You dreamt of Jacob Goodnight."

There was silence, and then his voice like steel. "What happened?"

She grabbed a chair and sat down. "Basically what you probably dreamt. But he's been put down. Again. Though the way his head was destroyed I think this time it was for good."

"Chloe-." He started.

"I'm fine Sam." Chloe interrupted, hearing Jess in the background asking what was going on and if they should be getting a ticket for Kansas. "Don't you guys ruin your weekend. I'm fine. I just need to sleep for a couple of days and then things will be back to normal."

There was a little argument, some shuffling, and then a beep as she was placed on speakerphone.

"We don't mind." Sam started.

"If you didn't answer our next phone call we were going to come anyway." Jess agreed.

"Thanks you guys." Chloe smiled softly. "It means a lot to me to know I have friends like you guys in my corner." She then cleared her throat. "Dean was here, you know. Did you see him in your dream?"

There was a moment, and then Sam squeaked. "No."

"Dean was there?" Jess was equally surprised. "Man! I still haven't met him you know! I really want to!"

"Jess." Sam groaned.

"Seriously Sam, I haven't met anyone in your family, and you can't use the hunting excuse anymore. I know." Jess grumbled.

Sam sighed.

Chloe snorted. "Can we just focus on Sam's dream for a second? I mean, it can't be a coincidence anymore, right? They are premonitions."

"Right." Jess agreed. "Baby, you're psychic."

Sam groaned. "Don't say that. I'm not a psychic."

"You so totally are." She snickered.

Chloe smiled softly as she listened to those two. "If you ever see any lotto numbers..."

"Screw. You." Sam grumbled.

Chloe and Jess broke into laughter at his expense.

Finally Sam even had to join in.

The three of them joked some more until the questions as to how she was took over, and she assured them time and time again that she was okay and so was Dean.

"If you need anything-." Sam began.

"I know." She whispered.

"You better." Jess declared.

"I do." She assured them. "Now stop worrying about me and go screw or something."

"Dear god." Sam groaned in embarrassment.

"Yes ma'am!" Jess giggled evilly.

With shared goodbyes she hung up and shook her head. "Lois! Adam! Where are you guys?" She got up and went to the living room, finding it empty. Her eyes narrowed as she went to the window and gazed out to see Adam's car gone.

Why had he left?

Shaking her head, Chloe headed up the stairs. "Where did Adam go?" She hurried to Lois' room and opened the door, turning on the light, frowning when she saw the empty bed. "Lois?"

An envelope rested on the bed.


"It's done." Uriel announced, flicking invisible lint from his suit. "The cousin has been taken care of."

Azazel nodded, clutching the book in his hand. "The Asset?"

"Wasn't in the house at the time." The angel replied. "She doesn't know what happened."

Azazel nodded once more. "Things are slowly getting back to the Original Path...or as close as it can get."

"Just make sure to not mess things with this Asset or I will take this operation over." Uriel sneered before disappearing with a flash of lightning and a hint of thunder.

Azazel raised an eyebrow. "What an unlikable guy."



I'm so sorry. I can't even look you in the eyes right now and I'm doing this the cowardly way. I feel like such a horrible person but I can't handle this.

I can't handle this.

I've tried, Chloe. I have. But we both know that I haven't been enough. I've let you down over and over again and I'm letting you down now once more. It'll killing me to know that I'm such a failure to both you and myself.

I thought I could do this, that I could be strong enough for the both of us, but tonight proved to me that I can't. I'm about to break myself and I need to get away. I need time to myself, I need to heal, need to think.

I know you're not going to hate me for this, that you're going to understand, and that makes me feel even worse. I'm letting you down again and you're not going to even hold it against me. I wish you would.

I love you Chloe. I do. Please don't think that this is because I'm sick of you or your issues...but I'm overwhelmed by them. I've had my own issues, even before Hope, and I need to be able to deal with them before even trying to tackle your monumental ones as well.


Don't worry about me, Adam's going to take care of me and make sure that I don't do anything stupid. You know he's going to be all serious about that like he always is. He really cares about me...maybe this is what I need to see him for what he really is and stop pretending I'm not stringing him along. I don't know.

I called Uncle Gabe and left him a voicemail so he knows what's going on. He should be calling you soon to let you know if you're to move with him wherever he is or if he's coming back to take care of you here instead.

I need time, Chlo.

I'm so sorry.

I love you so much.

Please don't doubt that.

I love you...I just can't be with you anymore. Not for right now at least.

I'll get in contact with you when I'm ready for it, and I hope that it'll be soon but I can't promise anything.

Please take care.

I love you.



"You've reached the Sullivan Residence. For some reason we can't get to the phone, or we've seen your Caller I.D. and are avoiding you." Chloe's voice declared mischievously. "Either way, leave a message."


"Chloe, it's me, dad." The demon wearing Gabriel Sullivan's skin cleared his throat as he walked down the street. "I got a call from Lois, said something about her leaving town with her boyfriend?" He raised an eye at a prostitute, thinking she'd seen her better days, before remembering he was on a call. "Honey, I'm in the middle of some important business but as soon as I can spare a minute I'll be there okay? It might be a while though, just warning you. I'll keep sending you money so don't worry about that, you'll be well provided for. These meetings are just too important to me and I can't leave, no matter what."

A couple of drunken college kids passed him.

Gazing at the pretty redhead, he smirked before deciding to cut it short. "I'll get into contact again when I'm free to talk. I have to go see someone right now. Bye, love you."


Sitting on the sofa, in the darkened living room, Chloe hugged her knees to her chest as she stared unseeingly at the television. Her father's voice clicked off as the message ended, Lois' opened letter on the side table, and Chloe's pillow and blanket on the sofa. If she didn't feel so numb at the moment she'd be terrified, but the blonde couldn't feel anything as she stared at the infomercials, silent tears making their way down her cheeks.

She was alone.

She was truly alone.

It was late in the night, and the only sound other than the peppy people on the TV trying to sell things were the cars passing by, but they were all on mute for her.

The blonde curled up on the sofa, stupidly afraid to be in her own bedroom, feeling slightly safer here on the last place she'd been with Lois and the others. If she stayed down here she could fool herself into believing that Lois was in her room, and that Chloe was just having a sleepless night in front of the TV.

It was better this way, especially for Lois. Hadn't Chloe always thought that her cousin didn't deserve to be stuck with her like this? Finally Lois had figured it out herself.

At least Lois was with Adam and wouldn't be alone.


Chloe huddled under the blanket, lips trembling, body trembling at the very word.


That's what happened to people like her.

People who were so fucked up.

People left.

They left.

Closing her eyes tightly, Chloe let herself slide down sideways as her head hit the pillow.

Thunder and lightning clashed above violently.

Shaking, the blonde pulled the blanket over her head.


"It's this place!" Mrs. Ross announced, her voice angered and shrill even from the other side of the door.

"Honey-." Mr. Ross tried.

Pete leaned against the door to his bedroom, able to hear his parents arguing easily.

"Don't 'honey' me! Our son nearly died tonight! He's always in danger! There's something wrong with this place!" Mrs. Ross snarled. "I refuse to allow this to go on any longer! We're going to move!"

"My job-." Mr. Ross tried.

"You don't seem to get me." Mrs. Ross growled. "Pete and I are moving. Whether you're coming with us is entirely up to you."

A door slammed shut.

Closing his eyes, Pete sighed.


"The itsy bitsy spider ran up the water spout." Spencer's fingers trailed up her thigh as he sung. "Down came the rain and washed the spider out." He shifted so his palm was now flush against her skin and making its way up her inner thigh. "My little virgin."

"Please..." she cried, trying to fight the leather binds around her wrists keeping them up above her head. "Please don't..."

He ignored her, his bright blue eyes stared down at her as he continued to hum, cupping her intimately with his hand.

Chloe cried, horrified and ashamed, turning her head away as he leaned forwards and sucked on her neck. "Please!"

Chuckling he pulled away, morphing into Jacob Goodnight, his grip on her painful as he grabbed her underwear and tore it.

"No!" Chloe screamed.

Jacob Goodnight morphed into Preacher Hathaway as he freed himself from his pants. "The Lord's work will be done!"


"Please stop! No!" She screamed, crying, fighting with the shadowed figure holding her by her shadows and leaning over her. "Please don't! Please! PLEASE!"

"CHLOE!" The gruff voice was harsh, as was the shake. "Wake up goddamn it!"

Going still, Chloe stared up at the shadow-covered man, emotions a wreck. "Dean?"

Letting out a little sigh, Dean pulled away and turned to the table. "Where's the light switch? You broke the lamp with all your thrashing."

The blonde sat up on the sofa, the night thundering outside as she shakily motioned in the direction of the light switch.

The shadowed figure moved to the light switch and turned on the light to reveal Dean Winchester standing in her living room. His face was pinched and drawn, pale, his eyes narrowed and disturbed. He wore the same clothes he had when he'd left hours ago, although he was now somewhat wet, probably from the rain outside.

The door swung open with the wind.

Her gaze went to it in confusion.

Dean flinched, bringing his hand to his wet hair. "I might have kicked it in when I heard the screaming."

"You came back?" Her voice wobbled as her gaze returned to him, filling with tears.

He cleared his throat, looking towards the door. "I made it to Metropolis before turning back. Called Bobby and told him to go help dad, that I had something I had to do." He cleared his throat once more. "Figured only an utter douche would leave you two here by yourselves when obviously you were-."

"You came back." Chloe yanked the blanket off of herself and got to her feet, emotions rolling inside of her as stormy as the night outside. "You came back."

There must have been something in her voice because Dean finally turned to look at her with narrowed eyes. "Chloe?"

The blonde collapsed to her knees, the tears returning as she cried.

Cursing, Dean stalked towards her, hesitating a couple of seconds before cursing once more and lowering to his own knees. "Where's Lois, Chloe? She would have heard those screams. I did and I was sleeping in the 'Pala waiting for morning."

Chloe raised her tear-stained face and stared into his own pale one before throwing herself into him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she cried into his neck. She trembled like crazy and felt like she had no strength at all in her body, yet she held onto Dean like to life itself.

Dean went tense immediately, his hands at his sides.

"Chloe?" His voice was hella choked.

She couldn't answer, merely crying harder.

Slowly, unsurely, warm arms wrapped around her, holding her tight.

Outside, the storm slowly began to die down, although thunder in the distance promised it was far from over.


The End?