Fic: But Deliver Us From Evil (6/8)
Fic: But Deliver Us From Evil (6/8)
By: Pen37
Beta: clarksmuse
Rating: PG-13
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chloe, Sam, Dean, Jo
Pairing: Chloe/Dean, Sam/Jo
Disclaimer: Not Mine, Fun only.
Summary: While hunting Kelpie, things go very wrong for Sam, Dean and Chloe.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8
This is part of the Special Projects series. The rest of the fics can be found here.
Written for the Crossovers100 challenge. Prompt #30 Death. The table is here.
Chloe suppressed a shiver as she led Jo and Jake back to the campground. The last time she had been here hadn’t ended well. This time, they were loaded for bear.
She stocked both her Deagle and the hold-out from her ankle with the iron rounds. Jake handed her a high-powered rifle and a set of glow sticks that divers carried. She noticed that both he and Jo also had rifles of the same make.
“I know that John’s boys are good. But you three stumbled right into a trap, which means that this sucker is smart. If it’s not already dead, we’re not going to get close,” he explained to her in his smoke-ruined voice. “Instead, if it’s alive, we’re going to light up that lake bed and then pick it off. In that case if you can, aim for the eyes.”
She nodded in understanding. “Remember that it can change its shape,” she said. “It looked like a man-shark before.”
The three of them walked back up the beach. As the spit of land and the rock came into view, Chloe noted that the man-shark carcass was gone. However, a john boat with a trolling motor was drifting listlessly off the bank.
Another of Grampy’s Gaelic swearwords came to mind. “Go mbeadh cosa gloine fut agus go mbrise an ghloine."
“I don’t know what you just said,” Jake said, “but I’m pretty sure that it summed up how I feel.”
“May your legs be made of glass, and may the glass break,” Chloe translated absently. “This is my fault. I should have gotten one of the boys’ guns and come back to finish the job,” she shook her head.
“Don’t take this all on your shoulders,” Jo shook her head. “Dean could have gotten up and done it himself, too. You guys were in a life or death situation. You acted the way anyone would have.”
“So let’s light up that lake bed,” Jake said.
As Chloe looked at the boat, an idea struck her. “I’ll do it. The original plan was to use me as bait. I can take the boat out and drop the lights over the side. Maybe it’ll come out for the prospect of an easy meal. And you guys can pick it off like you planned.”
“You sure?” Jake looked at her in surprise.
“Yeah,” Chloe nodded. “Just - make sure you kill the sucker.”
They moved out to the spit of land, and Chloe leaned out to snag the boat by the lip, and pull it to her. Then she handed her rifle to Jo. “This is too unwieldy for the boat. I’ve got my Deagle.”
“Can I go on record having said that this is a bad idea?” Jo said.
“Noted,” Chloe nodded.
“Chloe - you said that it looked like a shark. It could come at you from underneath and just capsize this little rickety thing.”
“Then I guess I’ll get another up-close shot at it,” she said.
“This is stupid.”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
Jo shook her head. “Is being a Winchester contagious?”
Chloe snorted. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve done stupider things than this. Once I jumped through a portal to the arctic without a parka.”
“Not making me feel better,” Jo shook her head.
“It was a saving the world thing,” Chloe shrugged. “Stopping for a coat was kind of low priority.”
“You better not get eaten by a shark, that’s all I can say,” Jo said. “Because I’m not explaining it to Dean.”
“Then aim,” Chloe said as she stepped into the boat and picked up the controls for the trolling motor.
Jo nodded and moved back up the bank to join Jake. She lay flat and propped her rifle against some driftwood.
As Chloe moved the boat out into the water, she called up everything she knew about sharks, even though technically this was a kelpie and wouldn’t really act like a shark. She wondered how in the holy hell a kelpie even knew about sharks, since technically it was a water spirit from a land-locked lake in Scotland. But she guessed that water was water, and water spirits knew about water-dwelling things. Like sharks.
But recalling trivia about sharks helped to keep her calm. And there was a lot that she knew, thanks to shark documentaries. It also helped that when she was four, Lois let her watch Jaws. Afterward she wouldn’t take a bath for a month.
She knew that most shark attacks happened in waters where visibility was poor. That sharks weren’t actually trying to eat people; they simply explored their world with their mouths. It was like having a curious baby chew you in half.
She also knew that a bull shark was once caught in the Mississippi river near St. Louis. And that a similar incident in New York inspired the movie Jaws.
As she ran those facts through her head, Chloe noticed that the water off to her right seemed to swirl a little. She thought she saw a dark shape breach the surface, and then vanish. She tightened her hold on her Deagle, and snapped a glow stick. Then, she dropped it into the water.
As the stick drifted downward, it illuminated a large-streamlined shape. A shape that was hurtling toward the bottom of the boat at an alarming speed.
Chloe knew how to swear in Gaelic, but some things just needed to be expressed in English. “Shit.”
The boat bucked like a wild bronco, threw her into the water, and capsized, just as Jo said it would. The Deagle slipped from her grasp as she hit the freezing water. Chloe came up, coughing and spluttering. In her excitement, she barely felt the temperature. Water streamed from her eyes. She had just a moment to register the full moon overhead, and Jo and Jake shouting before something pulled her under.
By: Pen37
Beta: clarksmuse
Rating: PG-13
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chloe, Sam, Dean, Jo
Pairing: Chloe/Dean, Sam/Jo
Disclaimer: Not Mine, Fun only.
Summary: While hunting Kelpie, things go very wrong for Sam, Dean and Chloe.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8
This is part of the Special Projects series. The rest of the fics can be found here.
Written for the Crossovers100 challenge. Prompt #30 Death. The table is here.
Chloe suppressed a shiver as she led Jo and Jake back to the campground. The last time she had been here hadn’t ended well. This time, they were loaded for bear.
She stocked both her Deagle and the hold-out from her ankle with the iron rounds. Jake handed her a high-powered rifle and a set of glow sticks that divers carried. She noticed that both he and Jo also had rifles of the same make.
“I know that John’s boys are good. But you three stumbled right into a trap, which means that this sucker is smart. If it’s not already dead, we’re not going to get close,” he explained to her in his smoke-ruined voice. “Instead, if it’s alive, we’re going to light up that lake bed and then pick it off. In that case if you can, aim for the eyes.”
She nodded in understanding. “Remember that it can change its shape,” she said. “It looked like a man-shark before.”
The three of them walked back up the beach. As the spit of land and the rock came into view, Chloe noted that the man-shark carcass was gone. However, a john boat with a trolling motor was drifting listlessly off the bank.
Another of Grampy’s Gaelic swearwords came to mind. “Go mbeadh cosa gloine fut agus go mbrise an ghloine."
“I don’t know what you just said,” Jake said, “but I’m pretty sure that it summed up how I feel.”
“May your legs be made of glass, and may the glass break,” Chloe translated absently. “This is my fault. I should have gotten one of the boys’ guns and come back to finish the job,” she shook her head.
“Don’t take this all on your shoulders,” Jo shook her head. “Dean could have gotten up and done it himself, too. You guys were in a life or death situation. You acted the way anyone would have.”
“So let’s light up that lake bed,” Jake said.
As Chloe looked at the boat, an idea struck her. “I’ll do it. The original plan was to use me as bait. I can take the boat out and drop the lights over the side. Maybe it’ll come out for the prospect of an easy meal. And you guys can pick it off like you planned.”
“You sure?” Jake looked at her in surprise.
“Yeah,” Chloe nodded. “Just - make sure you kill the sucker.”
They moved out to the spit of land, and Chloe leaned out to snag the boat by the lip, and pull it to her. Then she handed her rifle to Jo. “This is too unwieldy for the boat. I’ve got my Deagle.”
“Can I go on record having said that this is a bad idea?” Jo said.
“Noted,” Chloe nodded.
“Chloe - you said that it looked like a shark. It could come at you from underneath and just capsize this little rickety thing.”
“Then I guess I’ll get another up-close shot at it,” she said.
“This is stupid.”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
Jo shook her head. “Is being a Winchester contagious?”
Chloe snorted. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve done stupider things than this. Once I jumped through a portal to the arctic without a parka.”
“Not making me feel better,” Jo shook her head.
“It was a saving the world thing,” Chloe shrugged. “Stopping for a coat was kind of low priority.”
“You better not get eaten by a shark, that’s all I can say,” Jo said. “Because I’m not explaining it to Dean.”
“Then aim,” Chloe said as she stepped into the boat and picked up the controls for the trolling motor.
Jo nodded and moved back up the bank to join Jake. She lay flat and propped her rifle against some driftwood.
As Chloe moved the boat out into the water, she called up everything she knew about sharks, even though technically this was a kelpie and wouldn’t really act like a shark. She wondered how in the holy hell a kelpie even knew about sharks, since technically it was a water spirit from a land-locked lake in Scotland. But she guessed that water was water, and water spirits knew about water-dwelling things. Like sharks.
But recalling trivia about sharks helped to keep her calm. And there was a lot that she knew, thanks to shark documentaries. It also helped that when she was four, Lois let her watch Jaws. Afterward she wouldn’t take a bath for a month.
She knew that most shark attacks happened in waters where visibility was poor. That sharks weren’t actually trying to eat people; they simply explored their world with their mouths. It was like having a curious baby chew you in half.
She also knew that a bull shark was once caught in the Mississippi river near St. Louis. And that a similar incident in New York inspired the movie Jaws.
As she ran those facts through her head, Chloe noticed that the water off to her right seemed to swirl a little. She thought she saw a dark shape breach the surface, and then vanish. She tightened her hold on her Deagle, and snapped a glow stick. Then, she dropped it into the water.
As the stick drifted downward, it illuminated a large-streamlined shape. A shape that was hurtling toward the bottom of the boat at an alarming speed.
Chloe knew how to swear in Gaelic, but some things just needed to be expressed in English. “Shit.”
The boat bucked like a wild bronco, threw her into the water, and capsized, just as Jo said it would. The Deagle slipped from her grasp as she hit the freezing water. Chloe came up, coughing and spluttering. In her excitement, she barely felt the temperature. Water streamed from her eyes. She had just a moment to register the full moon overhead, and Jo and Jake shouting before something pulled her under.