My Immortal (2/?)
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 Two)
Sam couldn’t take his eyes off the girl whom was currently cradled in his arms in the back of his brother’s 67 Chevy Impala. Her face was pale, but her breathing was normal and he suspected that she’d fainted from the terror she must have felt standing in the midst of such heavy traffic. Nearly getting hit by a semi-truck had to be frightening.
“How’s she doing?” Dean asked, his fingers curled tightly around the steering wheel as he sped them down the road.
“She’s breathing fine,” he answered, not looking up at all, his gaze locked on Chloe’s face.
“Well, I think we found the reason Dad sent us here.” He glanced at his brother in the rearview mirror.
Sam’s eyebrows furrowed. “You think Dad knew that she was going to be standing in the middle of a bridge about to die?” he asked doubtfully.
“I don’t know, Sam, but it seems too coincidental.”
He couldn’t disagree with that, and in their line of work they’d long ago discovered there were no coincidences. He gently brushed some hair out of the pretty girl’s face and then glanced down at her wrists which were red and raw from having been tied together. A wave of protectiveness washed over him and it dawned on him that he wanted to hunt down whoever had done this to her and make them pay. He sucked in a breath. “Dean, who is this girl?” he whispered, finally lifting his gaze to meet his brother’s in the mirror.
Dean held his gaze for a moment. “You feel it too.” It wasn’t a question.
He nodded slightly.
His brother drew in a breath and shook his head a little. “I don’t know, Sammy,” he admitted.
Swallowing hard, Sam looked down at the young woman in his arms once more, wondering exactly who she was and why he and his brother both felt so drawn to her.
* * *
Anna smiled at the sweet face of her infant son as he gazed up at her while drinking from a bottle. She rocked the chair lightly with one foot, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I love you, Matthew,” she murmured.
If someone had told her a few months ago that it was possible to be any happier than she already was with William, she wouldn’t have believed it. But since their son had come into their lives, she realized just how true it was. She’d never been this content or filled with joy before.
When Matthew had been born only five months before, the nurses at the hospital agreed that he was the most beautiful child in the nursery. They were right, of course. Many babies weren’t even slightly cute when they were first born, but Matthew had been a sight to behold. His fine blonde hair and bright blue eyes were unmatched by the other children--at least in her opinion, which, admittedly was biased.
Softly, Anna began to hum a lullaby as her son’s eyes began to drift shut and he started to fall asleep in her arms. She pressed another kiss against his soft skin and smiled, leaning her head back on the chair. “My sweet baby boy.”
* * *
When Chloe awoke, she found herself gazing up into a pair of intensely worried pair of brown eyes. She wasn’t the type to wake up and find herself looking at complete strangers--ever, but she didn’t feel any sense of worry or fear with this particular stranger and that made no sense to her whatsoever.
“Hey, how are ya feeling?” he asked in concern, helping her sit up slowly.
“I feel…better. Where are we?” She glanced around and realized they were in a small motel room.
“A motel just outside of St. Louis.” He hesitated. “I’m Sam.”
She met his eyes once more and smiled very faintly. “Chloe. You must be…Dean’s brother?” she guessed.
He looked surprised. “Yeah, that’s right.”
“Younger brother.”
Chloe looked up to see Dean standing a few feet away, leaning against the wall with his arms folded across hic chest, gazing at her. A flash of something passed through her, though she couldn’t figure out exactly what it was. “You saved my life back there. Thank you.”
His eyes softened and he shrugged nonchalantly. “No problem. You just looked like you could use a hand.”
“You wanna tell us what happened?” Sam asked quietly and she turned her gaze back to him once more.
“I was kidnapped, actually.” She rubbed her wrists, wincing a little, but taking note of the fact they’d been carefully bandaged.
“Yeah, we thought that might be the case,” Dean admitted. “Are you all right?”
“We could take you to a hospital,” Sam offered.
She shook her head. “No, I think I’m fine, actually. Just glad to be away from the psycho chick. Though I am upset about my car.” She sighed softly.
“What psycho chick?” Sam asked at the same time Dean asked, “What kind of car?”
The brothers exchanged looks and Sam rolled his eyes, turning back to Chloe.
“I don’t know.” She coughed, wincing a bit. “And it’s a red Beatle.”
“Nice,” Dean remarked, nodding in approval.
Sam rested a gentle hand on her back. “Dean, get her some water.”
Dean disappeared into the bathroom and returned a moment later with a glass of cold water. His fingers brushed against hers as she took the glass from him, shivering involuntarily and meeting his gaze. “Thanks,” she whispered.
Dean gazed back at her, having felt the same electricity run through him. “Sure.” He swallowed hard.
She took a small sip of the liquid, still gazing at Dean.
Sam glanced between them, then focused on her once more. “What can you tell us about this psycho chick who kidnapped you?” he asked gently.
“Are you two cops?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Dean laughed out loud and Sam shot him a warning look.
“No, but…we wanna help.”
She gazed at Sam, and saw the sincerity in his eyes. Why the hell did he seem so familiar to her? Why did they both seem so familiar? She’d never met either of them before because she would definitely remember. “I was heading back to school in Metropolis--”
“Metropolis, Kansas?” Dean interrupted.
Chloe met his gaze once more, nodding a little in surprise. “Yeah.”
“Met U’s a good school,” Sam said with a faint smile, turning to exchange another look with his brother.
“Yeah, okay…what’s going on?” She looked between them, wanting answers.
“What do you mean?” Dean asked casually.
“I mean…why is it such a big deal about Metropolis?”
Sam was silent for a moment. “We’re from Kansas,” he answered truthfully.
She held his gaze. “Where at in Kansas?”
“Lawrence.” He smiled faintly, but there was a sadness in his eyes that she felt deep within her, and the same look was in Dean’s eyes, as well, though he fought harder to mask it than Sam.
“Well, this must be some kind of weird Kansan reunion,” she said lightly, taking another drink of her water. “I’m originally from Metropolis, but for the past few years I lived in Smallville.”
“Smallville…why does that sound familiar?” Dean murmured, his gaze shifting to a book that lay on the table across the room.
Chloe smiled a bit. “Well, it is the meteor freak capital of the world.”
Dean looked at her quizzically.
“Back in 1989 there was a huge meteor shower that hit Smallville. Killed and injured a lot of the civilians. The meteor rocks are pretty much all over the place. Some people believe that they’re not exactly…ordinary rocks,” she said vaguely.
“I’ve heard some of those stories,” Sam said, glancing at his brother. “Supposedly the meteor rocks give people certain strange abilities, right?” he asked, looking back at Chloe once more.
She grinned. “That’s the theory.”
“Yeah, you know I use to read some articles online about…” Sam’s voice trailed off and his eyes widened. “You’re Chloe Sullivan?”
“Wow, I’m famous.” Chloe couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Wait a minute, what are you talking about?” Dean shook his head.
She looked at him. “I’m a journalist. Well, working on it anyway. Back in high school I was the editor of the school paper the Torch--you must have read our online editions,” she said to Sam, who nodded.
“Chloe wrote articles about all the strange occurrences in Smallville,” Sam told his brother.
“Well, isn’t that ironic,” Dean muttered under his breath.
“Chloe, can you tell us about this woman who kidnapped you? What exactly happened?” Sam asked, shaking his head a little.
She drew in a breath. “Like I said, I was heading back to Met U from Smallville…and I saw a car that had flipped over on the side of the road. There weren’t any other cars around so I stopped. The driver…was hurt, but not badly. I helped her out of the car and she asked if I could give her a ride. After that, she knocked me out and I woke up in the backseat of my car, tied up and gagged.”
He winced a little. “Did she say anything?”
“She said a lot of things, but none of it really made sense.” She hesitated.
“What is it?” Dean prodded.
“This is gonna sound crazy…”
“I doubt it,” Sam said with a very faint smile.
She drew in a breath. “She read my mind. She knew I was planning to try and escape and that I thought she was crazy. She said she wasn’t crazy, just evil.” She glanced between them. “I know how out there that must sound--”
“Not as much as you might think,” Dean responded, leaning against the wall once more.
“What did she look like?”
Chloe focused on Sam once more. “Well, she was a few years older than me, probably about your age, and…she was pretty. Blonde, short hair. Taller than me, but not as tall as you or Dean. She said her name was Meg.”
The silence that fell over the room was deafening.
“Meg,” Sam whispered, slowly turning to look at Dean with wide eyes.
Dean looked just as surprised. “Sure sounds like her to me.”
“You guys know her?” Chloe asked in disbelief, looking between them.
“Chloe, this is important. What exactly did she say?” Sam asked carefully.
She searched her mind, trying to remember the woman’s exact words. “Something about how I was just a small part of a larger plan and that her father would take care of the rest. That was right before she threw me out of my car on the bridge. Oh, and she drugged me with something, I don’t know what it was--some kind of sedative, I think.”
Dean swore under his breath.
“All right. I’ve told you what I know. Now I wanna know how you guys know this woman.” Chloe’s eyes shifted from Sam to Dean and then back again.
“It’s…complicated,” Dean said vaguely.
“I’m a smart girl, just start talking,” she retorted.
Sam couldn’t help but smile a little. “Well, you are from Smallville.” He drew in a breath, ignoring the look he was getting from his brother. “The truth is…Meg’s…not exactly human.”
Chloe gazed at him silently, waiting.
“Dean and I…we uh…” He scratched his head. “We hunt things.”
“I’m assuming you’re not talking about squirrels and moose.”
Dean smirked. “Far from it, Sweetheart.”
She made a face at him and looked at Sam once more. “All right, so since you know about the meteor freaks in Smallville, I’m guessing you hunt things that aren’t exactly accepted by the general public.”
He smiled painfully. “That’s pretty much it.”
“And this Meg woman…she’s someone you’re hunting,” she concluded.
“More like…someone we thought was dead already,” Dean said.
She glanced at him. “What is she?”
“Some kind of demon,” he told her with a slight shrug. “We don’t really know.”
Sam looked down at the bedspread, a guilty look on his face.
Without thinking about it, she touched his arm. “I get the feeling this is pretty personal.” Her voice was soft.
He met her gaze, surprised by just how perceptive she was. “Yeah, you could say that.”
“Bitch tried to kill us both,” Dean supplied. “And was planning to go after our father.”
“Because you hunt things like her?”
“Something like that,” he answered, meeting her gaze.
Chloe drew in a breath, tucking a strand of blond hair behind her ear. “Well, I still don’t know how I fit into all this, but…I say we find her and kick her ass.”
Both of them looked at her in surprise.
She rolled her eyes. “She did kidnap me and steal my car.”
“That alone is reason to kill her,” Dean said with a smirk. “If she messed with my car--”
Sam groaned. “One thing you’ll learn about Dean pretty quickly is that he’s in love with his car.”
“Really? What kind of car?” she asked curiously.
Dean grinned. “67 Chevy Impala.”
Something clicked in her mind. “Chevy…”
“Yeah, best car you could find on--”
“Meg mentioned that my car wasn’t as good as a Chevy,” she interrupted.
“Well, Beatles are nice, but even demons know that Chevy’s are better than--”
“Dean.” Sam cut him off, catching on immediately, his heart sinking. “Chloe was bait. For us.”