Fic: Soul Sacrifice (2/8)
Fic: Soul Sacrifice (2/8)
Series: Special Projects
Summary: Dean and Chloe just fought their way free of a mesoamerican cult in Texas. Now the Winchester Family and the Justice League are headed to Mexico City to finish the hunt.
Author: pen37
Beta: Strangevisitor7
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chloe, Sam, Dean, Sarah
Pairing:Chloe/Dean Sam/Sarah
Rating: NC-17 overall. This part is PG-13
This is a part of the Special Projects series. You can find the rest of the series here.
Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8
Ollie had set up headquarters in the penthouse of the same hotel that Chloe and Dean were staying in.
They looked up as Chloe and Dean entered the room. He, Kara, Bobby, Sam and Sarah were gathered around an ornate cherry wood dining room table. Sam scooted closer to Sarah to make room for them around the table.
As Dean sat next to Sam, the younger Winchester smirked at him.
“Dude? You let a cult get the drop on you?”
“Shut up,” Dean muttered.
“Seriously,” Sam grinned. “How did that happen?”
“They had poison darts,” Dean leaned over and shoved Sam's shoulder. He responded by shoving back.
Across the table, Sarah caught Chloe's eye and shook her head. Chloe smiled in response.
The lighthearted moment was broken as Oliver Queen cleared his throat. “Watchtower, Guardian, so glad to have you back with us.” His smirk left no doubt that he suspected what they'd been doing while recuperating from their ordeal.
“Dude?” Do you have to use code names?” Dean frowned.
Oliver shrugged. “You never know who might be listening in.”
“Jeez, dude. You are so paranoid.” Dean frowned. He waved in the direction of Bobby and Sarah. “What about them? They don't have code names.”
“You mean Codger and The Collector?” Oliver smirked in triumph.
Dean scoffed. “You sat up all night thinking up those names, didn't you?” He accused.
Chloe started to laugh - then turned it into a cough. She covered her face, then peeked over her hand at Ollie. Judging by the twinkle in his eyes, he'd come up with the code names on the spot - Just to annoy Dean.
Bobby rolled his eyes at the boy's antics. “Are we about done with this tea party?” he asked.
Chloe nodded in response. “What do we know?” she looked at the older man for information.
“Not enough,” Bobby said. “We rounded up the blood mages - but they weren't the ones in charge of things. The evidence shows that they were trying to collect a lot of power. But I don't think even they know why.”
“You wanna make a guess?” Dean asked.
“Something big.” Bobby pushed his trucker hat higher on his head and scratched at his thinning hairline. “But beyond that? Damned if I know.”
Chloe sighed. Then she looked at Kara questioningly. Since she was the group's heavy-hitter, she had probably been the one to deal with Vandal Savage. “What could you get out of Savage?”
“Not a lot,” Kara shrugged. “I asked J'onn J'onzz to sit in when we questioned Savage, but the man's thought patterns are odd.” Kara made a face.
“He is an immortal Neanderthal,” Chloe raised an eyebrow.
Kara shrugged in response. “You all look like evolved tree monkeys to me.”
“Nice,” Dean snarked.
“What? You do!” She said with a shrug.
“You'll have to excuse her,” Chloe leaned across Dean to explain to Sarah and Bobby. “Unlike Superman, Supergirl grew up on Krypton. She was already a teen when she got here, and she didn't exactly win any Miss Congeniality awards in high school.”
“Why would I?” Kara looked perplexed. “They don't give out sparky jewelry for being nice.”
“And that would be the shallow end of the alien gene pool speaking,” Chloe said. She cut off Dean's sarcastic remark with an impatient wave before he could make it. “We're getting off topic here.”
Kara rolled her eyes and nodded. “J'onn said that, from what he could decipher of Savage's thoughts, he was just a go-between for the cultists and the mages.
“A few months ago, the cultists approached him for his connections with the blood mages. Savage wasn't interested - until they offered him something that intrigued him very much.”
Chloe lowered her head as Dean's gaze shifted to her.
“Me,” she said quietly.
“How's that?” Sara's eyebrows shot up her forehead.
“Our intel on Savage is that he became meta after exposure to a meteor,” Chloe said wryly. “Since he's obviously not able to study his own physiology, and since he thinks that my mutation is similar to his own - the demons must have offered him the next best thing.”
“Bastard,” Dean's face scrunched in an expression of anger. Chloe looked knowingly at him. They still hadn't discussed Savage's conjecture that Chloe's mutation had made her immortal. Or that she'd passed that ability on to Dean. But judging by the frown he wore now - that was not going to be a fun conversation to have.
Oliver nodded at Chloe's summation. “I'm thinking your friend, Mac --”
“He's not my friend,” Chloe cut in sharply. “Friends don't do what he did to me.”
The Green Arrow nodded in a placating manner. “Nevertheless, I think your - Mac might be the key to this.”
“How so?” Chloe asked.
“For whatever reason, the demons didn't posses him, and they didn't kill him.” Sam said. “But somehow they coerced him into joining them.”
“His brother,” Dean looked up suddenly. “He told me that the demons had his brother.”
“That fits with what we found in Guerra,” Sam said. “The demons must have grabbed his family and murdered his dad when they went over there for a hunt.”
“They were pretty confident that Mac was in their back pocket,” Dean said. “He was free to come and go as he pleased.”
“Which means that he probably knows what they were trying to do,” Sarah said.
“That would be more helpful if Mac would talk to one of us,” Oliver said with a shake of his head. “Problem is - with all that military training - he's proving resistant to interrogation.”
“What about getting the mind reader to sift through his thoughts?” Sam asked.
“You think this is our first mission or something? We tried that first. Before J'onn took Savage off to deal with him,” Kara rolled her eyes. “J'onn said that Mac's thoughts are too jumbled to sort through. He's depressed and fixated on his brother's welfare.”
“Give me five minutes with the dude,” Dean said with a hard look in his eyes. “I bet I could get him to talk.”
“Breaking his fingers isn't the way to get his cooperation, Dean,” Sam said.
“What makes you think I would do that?” Dean frowned.
“Years of experience?” Sam said wryly.
“I'm on board with letting Guardian have five minutes alone with the prisoner,” Oliver suggested. “You could hang him off the balcony by his ankles.”
“You're not helping, GA,” Chloe frowned at him.
“If it had been Dinah that he double crossed, that's what I'd do,” Oliver shrugged.
“If he's suicidal, he's not going to care what we do to him,” Chloe said. “Besides, we're the good guys. We don't do things like that.”
“You know him best, Chloe.” Ollie said. “What do you suggest?
Chloe looked at Dean with an inquiring expression. Earlier, she'd expressed a desire to talk to Mac. And while Dean hadn't exactly been thrilled at the idea, he'd reluctantly agreed - with the provision that he go with her.
Dean rolled his eyes.
“Would you guys excuse us for a second,” he pulled Chloe's head closer for a hasty, whispered conference.
“Now?” he hissed at her when they at least had the illusion of privacy. “You want to talk to the dude now?”
“I wasn't thinking that we drop whatever we're doing in a couple of months to deal with this,” Chloe whispered back. “We need information out of him. Now is as good a time as any.”
“I was hoping you'd kind of forget about it.” He muttered and rubbed the back of his neck.
Chloe's heart sank. She knew that Dean's M.O. was avoidance, but she was hoping that just this once he would be proactive about a problem. He wouldn't have appreciated it if she'd just decided to go talk to Mac without involving him in the decision. He could at least make things easier on her by dealing with things instead of pretending that everything was rainbows and puppies. Or in Dean's case, magic fingers and beer.
“So come with me,” she said. “It's not like he could actually do anything to hurt me at this point. But if it makes you feel better . . .”
“I'll feel much better after I choke the living shit out of the dude.”
“And he'll feel like talking after that, I'm sure.”
“I swear, Chloe. If he so much as looks at you funny --”
“Alright guys, enough.” Sam cut in.
Chloe looked around the room, and noted with dismay the uncomfortable looks that they all wore at having a ringside seat to her and Deans domestic squabble. Sam pursed his lips, and narrowed his eyes.
“I gather from your not-so-quiet conversation that Chloe wants to try and talk to Mac.”
Dean's own lip twisted into a scowl as he nodded.
“I think she's right,” Sam leaned against his forearms on the table.
“You're taking her side?” Dean yelped.
“I'm not taking anyone's side!” Sam said angrily. “I'm Switzerland, Dude. But I am trying to finish this hunt. And so should the both of you. So stop acting like a couple of kids. Suck it up, put your differences aside and focus.”
Dean nodded automatically. Then frowned at Sam as if angry that his brother had pulled such an involuntary response from him. Chloe supposed, based on Dean's quick agreement and the stories that she'd heard from both of them, that Sam had momentarily sounded just like John Winchester.
When Dean turned back to her the look in his eyes said that she had better not argue with him. “I'm still going with you.”
Chloe hid her own sigh inside. It could be so exasperating being married to a complex man like Dean. But she figured, since he'd just lost a round with Sam, that she could give him this small victory.
“I know,” She said tiredly.
Series: Special Projects
Summary: Dean and Chloe just fought their way free of a mesoamerican cult in Texas. Now the Winchester Family and the Justice League are headed to Mexico City to finish the hunt.
Author: pen37
Beta: Strangevisitor7
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chloe, Sam, Dean, Sarah
Pairing:Chloe/Dean Sam/Sarah
Rating: NC-17 overall. This part is PG-13
This is a part of the Special Projects series. You can find the rest of the series here.
Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8
Ollie had set up headquarters in the penthouse of the same hotel that Chloe and Dean were staying in.
They looked up as Chloe and Dean entered the room. He, Kara, Bobby, Sam and Sarah were gathered around an ornate cherry wood dining room table. Sam scooted closer to Sarah to make room for them around the table.
As Dean sat next to Sam, the younger Winchester smirked at him.
“Dude? You let a cult get the drop on you?”
“Shut up,” Dean muttered.
“Seriously,” Sam grinned. “How did that happen?”
“They had poison darts,” Dean leaned over and shoved Sam's shoulder. He responded by shoving back.
Across the table, Sarah caught Chloe's eye and shook her head. Chloe smiled in response.
The lighthearted moment was broken as Oliver Queen cleared his throat. “Watchtower, Guardian, so glad to have you back with us.” His smirk left no doubt that he suspected what they'd been doing while recuperating from their ordeal.
“Dude?” Do you have to use code names?” Dean frowned.
Oliver shrugged. “You never know who might be listening in.”
“Jeez, dude. You are so paranoid.” Dean frowned. He waved in the direction of Bobby and Sarah. “What about them? They don't have code names.”
“You mean Codger and The Collector?” Oliver smirked in triumph.
Dean scoffed. “You sat up all night thinking up those names, didn't you?” He accused.
Chloe started to laugh - then turned it into a cough. She covered her face, then peeked over her hand at Ollie. Judging by the twinkle in his eyes, he'd come up with the code names on the spot - Just to annoy Dean.
Bobby rolled his eyes at the boy's antics. “Are we about done with this tea party?” he asked.
Chloe nodded in response. “What do we know?” she looked at the older man for information.
“Not enough,” Bobby said. “We rounded up the blood mages - but they weren't the ones in charge of things. The evidence shows that they were trying to collect a lot of power. But I don't think even they know why.”
“You wanna make a guess?” Dean asked.
“Something big.” Bobby pushed his trucker hat higher on his head and scratched at his thinning hairline. “But beyond that? Damned if I know.”
Chloe sighed. Then she looked at Kara questioningly. Since she was the group's heavy-hitter, she had probably been the one to deal with Vandal Savage. “What could you get out of Savage?”
“Not a lot,” Kara shrugged. “I asked J'onn J'onzz to sit in when we questioned Savage, but the man's thought patterns are odd.” Kara made a face.
“He is an immortal Neanderthal,” Chloe raised an eyebrow.
Kara shrugged in response. “You all look like evolved tree monkeys to me.”
“Nice,” Dean snarked.
“What? You do!” She said with a shrug.
“You'll have to excuse her,” Chloe leaned across Dean to explain to Sarah and Bobby. “Unlike Superman, Supergirl grew up on Krypton. She was already a teen when she got here, and she didn't exactly win any Miss Congeniality awards in high school.”
“Why would I?” Kara looked perplexed. “They don't give out sparky jewelry for being nice.”
“And that would be the shallow end of the alien gene pool speaking,” Chloe said. She cut off Dean's sarcastic remark with an impatient wave before he could make it. “We're getting off topic here.”
Kara rolled her eyes and nodded. “J'onn said that, from what he could decipher of Savage's thoughts, he was just a go-between for the cultists and the mages.
“A few months ago, the cultists approached him for his connections with the blood mages. Savage wasn't interested - until they offered him something that intrigued him very much.”
Chloe lowered her head as Dean's gaze shifted to her.
“Me,” she said quietly.
“How's that?” Sara's eyebrows shot up her forehead.
“Our intel on Savage is that he became meta after exposure to a meteor,” Chloe said wryly. “Since he's obviously not able to study his own physiology, and since he thinks that my mutation is similar to his own - the demons must have offered him the next best thing.”
“Bastard,” Dean's face scrunched in an expression of anger. Chloe looked knowingly at him. They still hadn't discussed Savage's conjecture that Chloe's mutation had made her immortal. Or that she'd passed that ability on to Dean. But judging by the frown he wore now - that was not going to be a fun conversation to have.
Oliver nodded at Chloe's summation. “I'm thinking your friend, Mac --”
“He's not my friend,” Chloe cut in sharply. “Friends don't do what he did to me.”
The Green Arrow nodded in a placating manner. “Nevertheless, I think your - Mac might be the key to this.”
“How so?” Chloe asked.
“For whatever reason, the demons didn't posses him, and they didn't kill him.” Sam said. “But somehow they coerced him into joining them.”
“His brother,” Dean looked up suddenly. “He told me that the demons had his brother.”
“That fits with what we found in Guerra,” Sam said. “The demons must have grabbed his family and murdered his dad when they went over there for a hunt.”
“They were pretty confident that Mac was in their back pocket,” Dean said. “He was free to come and go as he pleased.”
“Which means that he probably knows what they were trying to do,” Sarah said.
“That would be more helpful if Mac would talk to one of us,” Oliver said with a shake of his head. “Problem is - with all that military training - he's proving resistant to interrogation.”
“What about getting the mind reader to sift through his thoughts?” Sam asked.
“You think this is our first mission or something? We tried that first. Before J'onn took Savage off to deal with him,” Kara rolled her eyes. “J'onn said that Mac's thoughts are too jumbled to sort through. He's depressed and fixated on his brother's welfare.”
“Give me five minutes with the dude,” Dean said with a hard look in his eyes. “I bet I could get him to talk.”
“Breaking his fingers isn't the way to get his cooperation, Dean,” Sam said.
“What makes you think I would do that?” Dean frowned.
“Years of experience?” Sam said wryly.
“I'm on board with letting Guardian have five minutes alone with the prisoner,” Oliver suggested. “You could hang him off the balcony by his ankles.”
“You're not helping, GA,” Chloe frowned at him.
“If it had been Dinah that he double crossed, that's what I'd do,” Oliver shrugged.
“If he's suicidal, he's not going to care what we do to him,” Chloe said. “Besides, we're the good guys. We don't do things like that.”
“You know him best, Chloe.” Ollie said. “What do you suggest?
Chloe looked at Dean with an inquiring expression. Earlier, she'd expressed a desire to talk to Mac. And while Dean hadn't exactly been thrilled at the idea, he'd reluctantly agreed - with the provision that he go with her.
Dean rolled his eyes.
“Would you guys excuse us for a second,” he pulled Chloe's head closer for a hasty, whispered conference.
“Now?” he hissed at her when they at least had the illusion of privacy. “You want to talk to the dude now?”
“I wasn't thinking that we drop whatever we're doing in a couple of months to deal with this,” Chloe whispered back. “We need information out of him. Now is as good a time as any.”
“I was hoping you'd kind of forget about it.” He muttered and rubbed the back of his neck.
Chloe's heart sank. She knew that Dean's M.O. was avoidance, but she was hoping that just this once he would be proactive about a problem. He wouldn't have appreciated it if she'd just decided to go talk to Mac without involving him in the decision. He could at least make things easier on her by dealing with things instead of pretending that everything was rainbows and puppies. Or in Dean's case, magic fingers and beer.
“So come with me,” she said. “It's not like he could actually do anything to hurt me at this point. But if it makes you feel better . . .”
“I'll feel much better after I choke the living shit out of the dude.”
“And he'll feel like talking after that, I'm sure.”
“I swear, Chloe. If he so much as looks at you funny --”
“Alright guys, enough.” Sam cut in.
Chloe looked around the room, and noted with dismay the uncomfortable looks that they all wore at having a ringside seat to her and Deans domestic squabble. Sam pursed his lips, and narrowed his eyes.
“I gather from your not-so-quiet conversation that Chloe wants to try and talk to Mac.”
Dean's own lip twisted into a scowl as he nodded.
“I think she's right,” Sam leaned against his forearms on the table.
“You're taking her side?” Dean yelped.
“I'm not taking anyone's side!” Sam said angrily. “I'm Switzerland, Dude. But I am trying to finish this hunt. And so should the both of you. So stop acting like a couple of kids. Suck it up, put your differences aside and focus.”
Dean nodded automatically. Then frowned at Sam as if angry that his brother had pulled such an involuntary response from him. Chloe supposed, based on Dean's quick agreement and the stories that she'd heard from both of them, that Sam had momentarily sounded just like John Winchester.
When Dean turned back to her the look in his eyes said that she had better not argue with him. “I'm still going with you.”
Chloe hid her own sigh inside. It could be so exasperating being married to a complex man like Dean. But she figured, since he'd just lost a round with Sam, that she could give him this small victory.
“I know,” She said tiredly.