Fic: Soul Sacrifice (8/8)
Fic: Soul Sacrifice (8/8)
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
Chloe focused her attention on Zachary MacKenzie. The boy who had been stretched across the altar in the hastily aborted sacrifice was now sitting in a crumpled heap on the exact same dais, his face buried in his hands.
“Zach?” Chloe asked as she knelt in front of him. He lifted his head to look at her, his face a mask of confusion. Then suddenly, recognition dawned on his features.
“You're Sully, aren't you?”
She hesitated, and then realized that Mac had probably told his little brother about her. “I am,” She sat next to him.
“When I started hunting with Dad, Danny told me that if things went pear shaped and I couldn't reach him, that I should try and find you.”
She nodded in acknowledgment. She and Mac had grown apart after their wartime experience. But the hunter had obviously respected her a great deal. Zach's words helped to sooth the raw hurt that Mac's betrayal had caused. She wasn't yet ready to forgive her old friend for his betrayal. But at least now she could imagine a day where forgiveness was a possibility.
“Your brother . . . he was a good friend.”
“Was? Is he --”
“He's fine,” Chloe said quickly.
“Just not your friend anymore?”
Chloe looked down.
“I remember a little from being possessed,” Zach frowned. “Things went pear shaped, didn't they?”
“Completely,” Chloe said.
“And Danny did something stupid.”
Chloe bit her lip. Her eyes cut across to him.
“I need to see him.”
“He's . . .” She hesitated. “Zach, he's in jail.”
Zachary recoiled form her. He shut his eyes and shook his head. “I still need to see him. No matter what he did, he's still my brother.”
Chloe swallowed, and looked over at Sam. “I understand. We'll arrange it.” Then she remembered Mac's medal. “He wanted to make sure you have this.” She reached into her pocket and pulled it out.
Zach held the medal in his hands. He looked at it thoughtfully. “Thank you.”
She touched his shoulder in a brief gesture of comfort. Then she stood and walked back to where the others were.
* * *
Dean kicked the door open and started to stride into the church. As he crossed the threshold, Lex's head slammed into the door post. The billionaire groaned in pain.
The oldest Winchester smirked at that. Now that the adrenaline was receding, he felt like crap again. So if the cue ball rich-boy torturer hurt a little because he'd been worn like a cheap suit - Dean had no sympathy.
“Oops. Sorry,” he said insincerely. Then he backed up and tried to go through the door again. Once more, he slammed Lex's head into the frame.
“Whoops.” he said. Then he turned sideways and edged through the portal.
Inside, the cathedral was a mess. There was a hole in the roof where Supergirl had made her own entrance and a couple of grappling hooks punched through Masonry from where the others had followed.
The motley crowd assembled looked like casting rejects for a Halloween party. The League members who had manned the crow's nest all wore their league uniforms. Even Sarah had donned a hoodie and some of Oliver's special sun glasses to protect her identity while she skulked around on the roof.
The possessed cultists were dressed in traditional Aztec ceremonial finery. They littered the floor like yesterday's newspaper out on the plaza. And helping them to sit, stand and move were the hunter priests, fully dressed in their vestments of office.
“This place looks like Jonestown the morning after,” Dean observed.
Sam looked at him and rolled his eyes in disapproval. Oh well, Sammy never got his sense of humor anyway.
As Dean started to walk up the aisle, he passed too closely to the pews. Lex's head collided with the back of a wooden bench. The sound reverberated through the room. Then a second thud sounded out as he passed and hit a second pew. Then a third as he continued up the aisle.
“Hey, watch your head,” Dean said.
Sam sighed at Dean. “Don't you think you're being a little childish?”
Dean paused and looked upward as he considered Sam's question. Then he shrugged and dumped Lex on the ground. “Probably,” he said. Then he turned to a nearby priest.
“Hey Padre!” he called out. “Where-o is the Bathroom-o?”
The priest looked at him in confusion. “Que?”
Sarah rolled her eyes and then spoke to the priest in rapid Spanish. He answered back while using expansive gestures.
“That way,” she pointed out a side door to Dean.
He nodded in response. “Just so you know, Montezuma has probably got his revenge in spades. Since I never did anything to the dude, if I ever meet him, I'm going to kick his ass.” Then he turned, and sprinted toward the bathroom.
** *
By the time Dean returned, Lex was sitting off to the side of the action, rubbing his bruised head and watching Chloe and Ollie with a thoughtful expression.
Dean frowned at that. He'd been a hunter long enough to know when a predator was sizing up potential prey. Lex may be used to swimming with the sharks, but it was time to let him know that he was in the wrong damn pool.
He sat down next to Mr. Clean and gave him a lazy grin that didn't quite meet his eyes. “Long time no see, cue ball.”
“Indeed,” Lex turned to Dean and raised an eyebrow. “I hear congratulations are in order.”
“Save it,” Dean said. He leaned forward, and fixed Lex with a warning gaze. “You think you know everything about me and my family? Well let me tell you something. It took us twenty-five years, but we finally got the demonic sonovabitch that took our mom.
“You may think you're a badass, but we killed a demon prince of hell. Next to it, you're chickenshit. In this family, we stick together, we don't forget and we don't give up. You go near my wife again and I'll send you to hell myself. No matter how long it takes. There isn't enough money in the world that'll protect you from that.”
“Are you quite done with your threats?” Lex asked impassively.
“Oh that's not a threat, baldy. That's a promise.” With that, Dean set his jaw, stood and walked away to join Chloe.
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
Chloe focused her attention on Zachary MacKenzie. The boy who had been stretched across the altar in the hastily aborted sacrifice was now sitting in a crumpled heap on the exact same dais, his face buried in his hands.
“Zach?” Chloe asked as she knelt in front of him. He lifted his head to look at her, his face a mask of confusion. Then suddenly, recognition dawned on his features.
“You're Sully, aren't you?”
She hesitated, and then realized that Mac had probably told his little brother about her. “I am,” She sat next to him.
“When I started hunting with Dad, Danny told me that if things went pear shaped and I couldn't reach him, that I should try and find you.”
She nodded in acknowledgment. She and Mac had grown apart after their wartime experience. But the hunter had obviously respected her a great deal. Zach's words helped to sooth the raw hurt that Mac's betrayal had caused. She wasn't yet ready to forgive her old friend for his betrayal. But at least now she could imagine a day where forgiveness was a possibility.
“Your brother . . . he was a good friend.”
“Was? Is he --”
“He's fine,” Chloe said quickly.
“Just not your friend anymore?”
Chloe looked down.
“I remember a little from being possessed,” Zach frowned. “Things went pear shaped, didn't they?”
“Completely,” Chloe said.
“And Danny did something stupid.”
Chloe bit her lip. Her eyes cut across to him.
“I need to see him.”
“He's . . .” She hesitated. “Zach, he's in jail.”
Zachary recoiled form her. He shut his eyes and shook his head. “I still need to see him. No matter what he did, he's still my brother.”
Chloe swallowed, and looked over at Sam. “I understand. We'll arrange it.” Then she remembered Mac's medal. “He wanted to make sure you have this.” She reached into her pocket and pulled it out.
Zach held the medal in his hands. He looked at it thoughtfully. “Thank you.”
She touched his shoulder in a brief gesture of comfort. Then she stood and walked back to where the others were.
* * *
Dean kicked the door open and started to stride into the church. As he crossed the threshold, Lex's head slammed into the door post. The billionaire groaned in pain.
The oldest Winchester smirked at that. Now that the adrenaline was receding, he felt like crap again. So if the cue ball rich-boy torturer hurt a little because he'd been worn like a cheap suit - Dean had no sympathy.
“Oops. Sorry,” he said insincerely. Then he backed up and tried to go through the door again. Once more, he slammed Lex's head into the frame.
“Whoops.” he said. Then he turned sideways and edged through the portal.
Inside, the cathedral was a mess. There was a hole in the roof where Supergirl had made her own entrance and a couple of grappling hooks punched through Masonry from where the others had followed.
The motley crowd assembled looked like casting rejects for a Halloween party. The League members who had manned the crow's nest all wore their league uniforms. Even Sarah had donned a hoodie and some of Oliver's special sun glasses to protect her identity while she skulked around on the roof.
The possessed cultists were dressed in traditional Aztec ceremonial finery. They littered the floor like yesterday's newspaper out on the plaza. And helping them to sit, stand and move were the hunter priests, fully dressed in their vestments of office.
“This place looks like Jonestown the morning after,” Dean observed.
Sam looked at him and rolled his eyes in disapproval. Oh well, Sammy never got his sense of humor anyway.
As Dean started to walk up the aisle, he passed too closely to the pews. Lex's head collided with the back of a wooden bench. The sound reverberated through the room. Then a second thud sounded out as he passed and hit a second pew. Then a third as he continued up the aisle.
“Hey, watch your head,” Dean said.
Sam sighed at Dean. “Don't you think you're being a little childish?”
Dean paused and looked upward as he considered Sam's question. Then he shrugged and dumped Lex on the ground. “Probably,” he said. Then he turned to a nearby priest.
“Hey Padre!” he called out. “Where-o is the Bathroom-o?”
The priest looked at him in confusion. “Que?”
Sarah rolled her eyes and then spoke to the priest in rapid Spanish. He answered back while using expansive gestures.
“That way,” she pointed out a side door to Dean.
He nodded in response. “Just so you know, Montezuma has probably got his revenge in spades. Since I never did anything to the dude, if I ever meet him, I'm going to kick his ass.” Then he turned, and sprinted toward the bathroom.
** *
By the time Dean returned, Lex was sitting off to the side of the action, rubbing his bruised head and watching Chloe and Ollie with a thoughtful expression.
Dean frowned at that. He'd been a hunter long enough to know when a predator was sizing up potential prey. Lex may be used to swimming with the sharks, but it was time to let him know that he was in the wrong damn pool.
He sat down next to Mr. Clean and gave him a lazy grin that didn't quite meet his eyes. “Long time no see, cue ball.”
“Indeed,” Lex turned to Dean and raised an eyebrow. “I hear congratulations are in order.”
“Save it,” Dean said. He leaned forward, and fixed Lex with a warning gaze. “You think you know everything about me and my family? Well let me tell you something. It took us twenty-five years, but we finally got the demonic sonovabitch that took our mom.
“You may think you're a badass, but we killed a demon prince of hell. Next to it, you're chickenshit. In this family, we stick together, we don't forget and we don't give up. You go near my wife again and I'll send you to hell myself. No matter how long it takes. There isn't enough money in the world that'll protect you from that.”
“Are you quite done with your threats?” Lex asked impassively.
“Oh that's not a threat, baldy. That's a promise.” With that, Dean set his jaw, stood and walked away to join Chloe.