My Immortal (1//)
Title: My Immortal
Author: Xtremeroswellian
Email: adwilliams03@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: So not mine. Just borrowing them. I’ll put them back good as new, I promise. Don’t sue--I’m broke.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Everything from season one of Supernatural. Everything through season five of Smallville though this fic is set in an alternate fifth season universe.
Author’s Note: This one’s for Amanda and Kate, who totally sucked me into the Supernatural fandom against my will and though I blame them, I love them for it. :P Also HUGE thanks to Katie for helping me with researching some of the back story stuff. <3
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four
My Immortal (Part One)
“Anna, I’m home,” William called as he stepped in through the front door of their small house, setting his briefcase on the floor. When his beautiful wife stepped through the kitchen door, drying her hands on a towel, he smiled as their eyes met.
Anna smiled back, tucking a strand of her curly brown hair behind one ear and meeting him halfway, hugging him. “How was your day?”
He kissed her cheek, still holding her. “Better now.”
She rested her chin on his shoulder, content to just be in his arms. “I love you.”
William smiled and closed his eyes. “I love you too,” he murmured. “Forever.”
* * *
When Dean awoke with his head against the passenger seat window, the first thing he realized was that his brother was listening to some God-awful type of music that he vowed never to let anyone play in his precious car. Sitting up abruptly, he changed the channel and shot Sam a glare. “What the hell was that?”
Sam smirked at him before focusing his attention on the road once more. “Fall Out Boy.”
“How the hell did they get a recording deal?” he demanded, annoyed. His brother didn’t respond, just continued to smirk, which annoyed him even more. “Where are we?”
“About halfway between the Asheville and Statesville.”
After a moment of silence, Dean looked at him. “What state?”
“North Carolina. You know, Dean, you really suck at geography.”
“Bite me, College Boy.”
Sam chuckled and flipped on the turn signal, shifting into the far right lane and taking the exit ramp. “So you were out cold for like, five hours.”
He shrugged and looked out the window, propping his arm up on the door. “Yeah, well the next time you fall asleep with I Love Lucy on, I’m kickin’ your ass. I was dreaming about some weird couple from the fifties or sixties.”
He snorted. “Well at least you weren’t dreaming about demons.”
“I told you I don’t dream about that crap.”
Sam shrugged and a comfortable silence fell between the two brothers.
* * *
When Chloe awoke it was hours later, and her head was pounding painfully. It took her a moment to place her surroundings and she realized she was in the back of her own moving car, her hands bound by rope that was digging painfully into her skin, and tape over her mouth. A thousand thoughts hit her all at once. How long had she been out? Where was she? What happened?
“Relax.”
Her eyes darted to the rearview mirror and her gaze met that of an unfamiliar hazel pair. She saw the woman smirk and she swallowed hard, trying to fight off a wave of nausea from the headache.
“Don’t try to escape, it won’t work,” Meg informed her casually. “You can’t run, you can’t hide, wherever you’d go I’d be two steps behind. So just sit back and try to enjoy the ride.”
Chloe slowly sat up in the backseat, looking out the window to try and get an idea of where they were. To her horror, she realized they weren’t even in Kansas, but in some large city. Her eyes wide, she forced herself to take as deep a breath as possible with tape over her mouth.
“We’ve still got a ways to go, Sweetie,” Meg informed her with another smirk. “Try to relax.”
She shot a look to the rearview mirror. She’d helped save this woman’s life, and in return, she’d been kidnapped.
“What? You think you’re going to guilt trip me because you stopped to help me back there?” She laughed, but it was a cold, dark laugh that made chills go down Chloe’s spine. “That was the whole plan, Chloe. You fell right into the trap I set.”
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“That’s right, I read your mind,” she said, nodding a bit and focusing on the road. “Nice car, by the way. Not as good as a Chevy, but it’s not bad.”
The woman was clearly crazy. Totally off the charts insane. Jesus, what the hell was going on?
“Now, come on. I can’t spill all the secrets at once, can I?” Meg smiled. “And I’m not crazy, just evil.”
Chloe knew that was true. She could feel it deep down in her bones. Doing her best to clear her mind and suppress her panic, she sat back against the seat. There had to be a way to get out of this.
There had to be.
* * *
“What is it?” Sam asked, glancing at his older brother as he returned to their table at the small diner they’d stopped at to eat dinner. He saw his brother’s cell phone lying on the table beside him, and Dean was pouring over a map intently.
“Coordinates. From Dad.” Dean didn’t look up at him, didn’t want to see or deal with the annoyance he knew would be on his younger sibling’s face.
Sighing softly, Sam picked up his soda and took a long drink. “Where to?”
Dean glanced at him in surprise. “According to the map?” He turned it to Sam could see the place he’d circled.
“St. Louis,” he murmured. He drew in a breath and let it out slowly. “How far is that from here?”
Smirking, Dean replied, “You tell me. I suck at geography, remember?”
Sam smirked back. “Funny.”
Sitting back in the booth, Dean shrugged a little. “About ten hours from here. Of course, if I drive we can make it in eight.”
“We can be there by evening.” He finished his soda and placed a tip on the table for their waitress.
He glanced up at Sam, raising his eyebrows. “What, no arguments about following Dad’s orders?”
Sam rolled his eyes and didn’t respond, heading to the register to pay their bill.
* * *
“Wakey wakey,” Meg said cheerfully.
Chloe groaned at the pain in her head, and at how drained her entire body felt. Everything was fuzzy. Something had happened…what was it? She tried to remember and had a vague image of Meg stopping the car at a rest stop and injecting her with some kind of needle and she’d passed out not long afterwards.
“We’re almost to our destination. Aren’t you excited?”
She blinked, trying to clear her blurry vision. Apparently when she’d been unconscious, Meg had taken the tape off her mouth, which was now sore. Her hands were still tied and the crazy woman had moved her to the passenger seat of the Beatle. “Why…are you doing this?” she managed to whisper.
“You know, it‘s not really all about you. You‘re only a small part of a larger plan.”
Nothing Meg said made any sense in Chloe’s mind. Everything was still too fuzzy.
“And then my father will take care of the rest.” Meg smirked and glanced at her sideways.
Her eyebrows furrowed. “Your father?”
“Not for you to concern yourself with, Chloe. You have much worse things to worry about right now.” Suddenly the passenger door flew open seemingly of its own volition. “Have a nice trip.” She disconnected Chloe’s seatbelt and before Chloe could even register what was happening she was standing in the middle of a very crowded, heavily trafficked bridge.
Cars blared their horns, zooming past her at velocities that made her head spin and stomach turn. Everything was blurry and she closed her eyes, hoping when she opened them she’d find this had all been some strange nightmare.
But when she opened them she realized it was anything but a dream. She stood alone, hands tied in the midst of rush hour traffic in St. Louis, Missouri, four lanes of traffic buzzing by her. And not a single car was about to stop.
* * *
“You found anything yet?” Sam asked, glancing sideways at Dean who sat in the passenger seat of the Impala, searching the newspaper for anything that seemed out of the ordinary in an attempt to find out why their dad had sent them to St. Louis.
“No, nothing. Nothing unusual anyway. Cards won again,” Dean relayed with a smirk, glancing up from the paper and out the window. What he saw shocked him. A pretty blonde woman stood in the middle of the very busy interstate, hands tied and looking dazed. “Sam, stop the car!”
“What?” Sam looked at him like he’d grown another head.
“Stop the car!” he repeated loudly, already reaching for the door handle.
“Jesus, Dean, what--” He slammed on the brakes as he spotted the girl as well, his heart leaping into his throat. The cars behind him swerved into other lanes to avoid hitting him, honking their horns and making obscene gestures as they passed.
Dean was out of the car and running without a second’s hesitation. He dodged the moving vehicles as if it was something he did every day, and in less than thirty seconds flat, he’d reached the young woman. Wrapping his arms around her, he barely got them to the side of the road in time as a semi that didn’t even attempt to slow down flew past, splashing them with cold water from a puddle that the afternoon rain had left behind.
Not caring about that at the moment, he found himself gazing into her emerald-colored eyes and felt a spark ignite within him. “You okay?”
Still dazed, she nodded a little, her eyes locked on his, as well. “Who are you?” she whispered.
“My name’s Dean,” he said without hesitation, not using one of his fake names for a change. It just felt wrong. “Who are you?”
“Chloe,” she answered, shivering involuntarily.
Not thinking about it, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.
“Dean!” Sam made his way across the lanes of traffic and moved over to where they stood on the shoulder of the road. “Hey, are you guys okay?”
“Fine…I think.” Dean couldn’t bring himself to look away from her.
Sam found himself gazing at her intently as well. “What--”
Before either of the guys realized what was happening, Chloe’s eyes fluttered shut, her body going limp.
Dean caught her before she hit the ground.
Author: Xtremeroswellian
Email: adwilliams03@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: So not mine. Just borrowing them. I’ll put them back good as new, I promise. Don’t sue--I’m broke.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Everything from season one of Supernatural. Everything through season five of Smallville though this fic is set in an alternate fifth season universe.
Author’s Note: This one’s for Amanda and Kate, who totally sucked me into the Supernatural fandom against my will and though I blame them, I love them for it. :P Also HUGE thanks to Katie for helping me with researching some of the back story stuff. <3
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four
My Immortal (Part One)
“Anna, I’m home,” William called as he stepped in through the front door of their small house, setting his briefcase on the floor. When his beautiful wife stepped through the kitchen door, drying her hands on a towel, he smiled as their eyes met.
Anna smiled back, tucking a strand of her curly brown hair behind one ear and meeting him halfway, hugging him. “How was your day?”
He kissed her cheek, still holding her. “Better now.”
She rested her chin on his shoulder, content to just be in his arms. “I love you.”
William smiled and closed his eyes. “I love you too,” he murmured. “Forever.”
* * *
When Dean awoke with his head against the passenger seat window, the first thing he realized was that his brother was listening to some God-awful type of music that he vowed never to let anyone play in his precious car. Sitting up abruptly, he changed the channel and shot Sam a glare. “What the hell was that?”
Sam smirked at him before focusing his attention on the road once more. “Fall Out Boy.”
“How the hell did they get a recording deal?” he demanded, annoyed. His brother didn’t respond, just continued to smirk, which annoyed him even more. “Where are we?”
“About halfway between the Asheville and Statesville.”
After a moment of silence, Dean looked at him. “What state?”
“North Carolina. You know, Dean, you really suck at geography.”
“Bite me, College Boy.”
Sam chuckled and flipped on the turn signal, shifting into the far right lane and taking the exit ramp. “So you were out cold for like, five hours.”
He shrugged and looked out the window, propping his arm up on the door. “Yeah, well the next time you fall asleep with I Love Lucy on, I’m kickin’ your ass. I was dreaming about some weird couple from the fifties or sixties.”
He snorted. “Well at least you weren’t dreaming about demons.”
“I told you I don’t dream about that crap.”
Sam shrugged and a comfortable silence fell between the two brothers.
* * *
When Chloe awoke it was hours later, and her head was pounding painfully. It took her a moment to place her surroundings and she realized she was in the back of her own moving car, her hands bound by rope that was digging painfully into her skin, and tape over her mouth. A thousand thoughts hit her all at once. How long had she been out? Where was she? What happened?
“Relax.”
Her eyes darted to the rearview mirror and her gaze met that of an unfamiliar hazel pair. She saw the woman smirk and she swallowed hard, trying to fight off a wave of nausea from the headache.
“Don’t try to escape, it won’t work,” Meg informed her casually. “You can’t run, you can’t hide, wherever you’d go I’d be two steps behind. So just sit back and try to enjoy the ride.”
Chloe slowly sat up in the backseat, looking out the window to try and get an idea of where they were. To her horror, she realized they weren’t even in Kansas, but in some large city. Her eyes wide, she forced herself to take as deep a breath as possible with tape over her mouth.
“We’ve still got a ways to go, Sweetie,” Meg informed her with another smirk. “Try to relax.”
She shot a look to the rearview mirror. She’d helped save this woman’s life, and in return, she’d been kidnapped.
“What? You think you’re going to guilt trip me because you stopped to help me back there?” She laughed, but it was a cold, dark laugh that made chills go down Chloe’s spine. “That was the whole plan, Chloe. You fell right into the trap I set.”
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“That’s right, I read your mind,” she said, nodding a bit and focusing on the road. “Nice car, by the way. Not as good as a Chevy, but it’s not bad.”
The woman was clearly crazy. Totally off the charts insane. Jesus, what the hell was going on?
“Now, come on. I can’t spill all the secrets at once, can I?” Meg smiled. “And I’m not crazy, just evil.”
Chloe knew that was true. She could feel it deep down in her bones. Doing her best to clear her mind and suppress her panic, she sat back against the seat. There had to be a way to get out of this.
There had to be.
* * *
“What is it?” Sam asked, glancing at his older brother as he returned to their table at the small diner they’d stopped at to eat dinner. He saw his brother’s cell phone lying on the table beside him, and Dean was pouring over a map intently.
“Coordinates. From Dad.” Dean didn’t look up at him, didn’t want to see or deal with the annoyance he knew would be on his younger sibling’s face.
Sighing softly, Sam picked up his soda and took a long drink. “Where to?”
Dean glanced at him in surprise. “According to the map?” He turned it to Sam could see the place he’d circled.
“St. Louis,” he murmured. He drew in a breath and let it out slowly. “How far is that from here?”
Smirking, Dean replied, “You tell me. I suck at geography, remember?”
Sam smirked back. “Funny.”
Sitting back in the booth, Dean shrugged a little. “About ten hours from here. Of course, if I drive we can make it in eight.”
“We can be there by evening.” He finished his soda and placed a tip on the table for their waitress.
He glanced up at Sam, raising his eyebrows. “What, no arguments about following Dad’s orders?”
Sam rolled his eyes and didn’t respond, heading to the register to pay their bill.
* * *
“Wakey wakey,” Meg said cheerfully.
Chloe groaned at the pain in her head, and at how drained her entire body felt. Everything was fuzzy. Something had happened…what was it? She tried to remember and had a vague image of Meg stopping the car at a rest stop and injecting her with some kind of needle and she’d passed out not long afterwards.
“We’re almost to our destination. Aren’t you excited?”
She blinked, trying to clear her blurry vision. Apparently when she’d been unconscious, Meg had taken the tape off her mouth, which was now sore. Her hands were still tied and the crazy woman had moved her to the passenger seat of the Beatle. “Why…are you doing this?” she managed to whisper.
“You know, it‘s not really all about you. You‘re only a small part of a larger plan.”
Nothing Meg said made any sense in Chloe’s mind. Everything was still too fuzzy.
“And then my father will take care of the rest.” Meg smirked and glanced at her sideways.
Her eyebrows furrowed. “Your father?”
“Not for you to concern yourself with, Chloe. You have much worse things to worry about right now.” Suddenly the passenger door flew open seemingly of its own volition. “Have a nice trip.” She disconnected Chloe’s seatbelt and before Chloe could even register what was happening she was standing in the middle of a very crowded, heavily trafficked bridge.
Cars blared their horns, zooming past her at velocities that made her head spin and stomach turn. Everything was blurry and she closed her eyes, hoping when she opened them she’d find this had all been some strange nightmare.
But when she opened them she realized it was anything but a dream. She stood alone, hands tied in the midst of rush hour traffic in St. Louis, Missouri, four lanes of traffic buzzing by her. And not a single car was about to stop.
* * *
“You found anything yet?” Sam asked, glancing sideways at Dean who sat in the passenger seat of the Impala, searching the newspaper for anything that seemed out of the ordinary in an attempt to find out why their dad had sent them to St. Louis.
“No, nothing. Nothing unusual anyway. Cards won again,” Dean relayed with a smirk, glancing up from the paper and out the window. What he saw shocked him. A pretty blonde woman stood in the middle of the very busy interstate, hands tied and looking dazed. “Sam, stop the car!”
“What?” Sam looked at him like he’d grown another head.
“Stop the car!” he repeated loudly, already reaching for the door handle.
“Jesus, Dean, what--” He slammed on the brakes as he spotted the girl as well, his heart leaping into his throat. The cars behind him swerved into other lanes to avoid hitting him, honking their horns and making obscene gestures as they passed.
Dean was out of the car and running without a second’s hesitation. He dodged the moving vehicles as if it was something he did every day, and in less than thirty seconds flat, he’d reached the young woman. Wrapping his arms around her, he barely got them to the side of the road in time as a semi that didn’t even attempt to slow down flew past, splashing them with cold water from a puddle that the afternoon rain had left behind.
Not caring about that at the moment, he found himself gazing into her emerald-colored eyes and felt a spark ignite within him. “You okay?”
Still dazed, she nodded a little, her eyes locked on his, as well. “Who are you?” she whispered.
“My name’s Dean,” he said without hesitation, not using one of his fake names for a change. It just felt wrong. “Who are you?”
“Chloe,” she answered, shivering involuntarily.
Not thinking about it, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.
“Dean!” Sam made his way across the lanes of traffic and moved over to where they stood on the shoulder of the road. “Hey, are you guys okay?”
“Fine…I think.” Dean couldn’t bring himself to look away from her.
Sam found himself gazing at her intently as well. “What--”
Before either of the guys realized what was happening, Chloe’s eyes fluttered shut, her body going limp.
Dean caught her before she hit the ground.