Fic: But Deliver Us From Evil (7/8)
Fic: But Deliver Us From Evil (7/8)
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 kicked out and connected with something solid. Even in her panic, the analytical part of her mind remembered that sharks were sensitive on the end of their noses. And that a blow there would stun them.
As she surfaced, she looked around, and saw the capsized boat. Quickly, she swam to it and pulled herself onto its upturned flat bottom.
The air was filled with the sounds of shots firing, and then - stillness. She rested for just a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. Then she reached into her pocket and pulled out the second glow stick. She snapped it, and threw it overboard.
“Behind you!” Jo’s plaintive warning carried across the stillness of the lake. Chloe glanced back and saw the kelpie shooting toward her again. She crawled toward the far end of the boat and grabbed hold of the trolling motor.
The kelpie shot over the edge of the boat and started crawling toward her. The capsized boat rocked and pitched, but Chloe held onto the motor determinedly. In the darkness, iron rounds pinged off the side of the nearly submerged boat and the thickened skin of the shifted Kelpie.
As the boat threatened to sink under their combined weight, Chloe suddenly remembered the hold-out weapon that was strapped to her ankle. She pulled the gun free and prayed that the percussion cap would still work. Then, she aimed for the Kelpie’s bulbous eye, and fired.
The report sounded across the water like a crack of lightning. The kelpie jerked once and looked at her as if stunned. She cocked the gun again, and this time aimed right down the creature’s throat. This time, it jerked again and slid into the water.
Chloe rested against the trolling motor for a moment. Then pulled out her third and last glow stick. She snapped it and threw it over the side. In the glowing light, she could see the slowly sinking body of the Kelpie. A dark stain leaked from its head.
“Chloe, are you okay?” Jo called from the shore.
“Yeah,” she shook her head. Now that the imminent danger was over, she was uncomfortably aware that she was soaked to the skin with frigid water, and that she was shaking uncontrollably in the September night air. “Jo?”
“Yeah?”
“Remind me. Next time we go hunting Kelpie, we’re going to need a bigger boat.”
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 kicked out and connected with something solid. Even in her panic, the analytical part of her mind remembered that sharks were sensitive on the end of their noses. And that a blow there would stun them.
As she surfaced, she looked around, and saw the capsized boat. Quickly, she swam to it and pulled herself onto its upturned flat bottom.
The air was filled with the sounds of shots firing, and then - stillness. She rested for just a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. Then she reached into her pocket and pulled out the second glow stick. She snapped it, and threw it overboard.
“Behind you!” Jo’s plaintive warning carried across the stillness of the lake. Chloe glanced back and saw the kelpie shooting toward her again. She crawled toward the far end of the boat and grabbed hold of the trolling motor.
The kelpie shot over the edge of the boat and started crawling toward her. The capsized boat rocked and pitched, but Chloe held onto the motor determinedly. In the darkness, iron rounds pinged off the side of the nearly submerged boat and the thickened skin of the shifted Kelpie.
As the boat threatened to sink under their combined weight, Chloe suddenly remembered the hold-out weapon that was strapped to her ankle. She pulled the gun free and prayed that the percussion cap would still work. Then, she aimed for the Kelpie’s bulbous eye, and fired.
The report sounded across the water like a crack of lightning. The kelpie jerked once and looked at her as if stunned. She cocked the gun again, and this time aimed right down the creature’s throat. This time, it jerked again and slid into the water.
Chloe rested against the trolling motor for a moment. Then pulled out her third and last glow stick. She snapped it and threw it over the side. In the glowing light, she could see the slowly sinking body of the Kelpie. A dark stain leaked from its head.
“Chloe, are you okay?” Jo called from the shore.
“Yeah,” she shook her head. Now that the imminent danger was over, she was uncomfortably aware that she was soaked to the skin with frigid water, and that she was shaking uncontrollably in the September night air. “Jo?”
“Yeah?”
“Remind me. Next time we go hunting Kelpie, we’re going to need a bigger boat.”