The Last Betrayal (SV/SPN crossover--8/10)
Title: The Last Betrayal
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Rated: R
Disclaimer: I only wish they were mine.
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four and Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine (Conclusion)
The Last Betrayal (Chapter Eight)
As predicted, when Sam returned moments later, he was carrying a large bag of groceries from the store where he'd stopped. He stepped inside the room, quickly locking the door behind him and immediately looking at where Chloe sat on the bed, her knees pulled to her chest, phone pressed against her ear.
Dean was standing across the room, leaned against the wall, his arms folded across his chest. There was an expression of concern in his features that Sam wasn't used to seeing very often.
"Hey." He set the bag of groceries on the table and offered Chloe a small smile before moving to his brother's side. "Where's Clark?"
His jaw tensed a little. "He left to go help someone else."
Sam's eyebrows furrowed and he looked over at Chloe, and then back at Dean. "He just left her?"
Dean exhaled, not looking at him. "She says she told him to go. Some other chick they're friends with is apparently married to Lex Luthor."
He blinked, startled by that revelation. "Why the hell would anyone wanna marry someone like that?"
"Do I look like I'm the psychic one?" Dean pushed himself away from the wall. "Look, I don't know." There was agitation in his voice.
"Dean. What aren't you saying?"
He cast a glance at Chloe, whose face was still unnaturally pale, exhaustion clear in her eyes. "Let's step outside."
Frowning, Sam followed his brother out into the parking lot. "What's going on?"
"Sam, she has powers."
He stared at his brother. "Wait, what? What kind of powers? Are you saying she's like me?" His voice dropped, his eyes wide.
"No. Hers apparently come from the meteor rocks. But she's not in control of them and…" Dean looked away.
"And what?"
"That demon we killed. She created it."
Sam's eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"That's her power. She can create things by thinking about it. That demon? Came from her mind."
He was silent for a long moment. "How do you know for sure?"
"Because she described it. In detail. It was the same thing, Sammy."
Sam raked a hand through his hair, feeling overwhelmed.
"Here's the screwed up part--they made her do it."
"Lex Luthor?"
"And his scientists, and his father. They planted images in her brain after torturing her. She was barely conscious. She had no idea what was happening. Luthor told her the demon killed a class of kindergarten kids."
"Dean, if that had happened, we would've heard about it."
"I know. It didn't happen at all. We killed it before it hurt anyone. But she's not convinced."
Sam stared at the closed motel door, feeling an odd sense of kinship with the fragile woman on the other side. "So what do we do?"
Dean looked at the ground. "She said the only way to help her would be to kill her."
He winced and shook his head. "No. We're not gonna kill her."
"No sh*t, Sherlock," Dean responded, giving him a dirty look. "But since both of you seem to think you're inherently evil and have a death wish, maybe you can talk to her."
"Right," Sam murmured. "Yeah. I'll talk to her." He slowly reached for the door handle and pulled it open, stepping back inside the room once more, just as Chloe was hanging up the phone.
"You're back," she murmured, wrapping her arms around herself as though the simple act would help her disappear.
"Yeah. I brought food. Soup and crackers and some sandwiches from the deli. I didn't know what you liked." He pulled a sandwich from the bag and slowly moved to sit down beside her, handing it over to her.
"Thanks," she whispered, slowly unwrapping it and taking a bite.
He watched her for a moment. "Dean told me what's going on."
Chloe dropped her gaze, nodding very slightly. "Good."
"We're not gonna kill you, Chloe." Sam's voice was soft.
"Then you can't help me."
"That's not true." He shifted on the bed so his back was beside hers against the headboard. "I know what it's like to think you're dangerous. That everyone around you will get hurt or killed if you're around them."
"How can you possibly understand what that's like?" she whispered almost inaudibly.
Sam was quiet for a few seconds. Then he turned his head to look at her. "Because I have powers, too. And I can't control them, and other people like me who've had these powers have turned evil and hurt people. A lot of people." He swallowed hard.
Chloe turned her head, a surprised look on her face as she met his gaze. "What powers?"
"That I know of so far…I have visions. Of people in trouble. And I can move things with my mind."
"Telekinesis," she murmured.
"I never know when they're going to flare or up or if I'll end up hurting someone when they do."
"How do you live with that?" Her voice was strained. "How do you…how do you deal with the fact you might become something…"
"Evil?" he finished.
Chloe nodded wordlessly.
He drew in a breath and let it out slowly. "It's not easy. I keep thinking maybe if I save enough people, kill enough demons…maybe I won't lose myself. But the truth is, I'm terrified."
A tear dripped down her cheek and she hesitated a moment before resting her head against his shoulder, surprising him.
Sam closed his eyes, resting his chin on the top of her head. "Chloe, what happened…it wasn't your fault. Lex Luthor knew about your abilities and he used them against you."
"Kids are dead because of me," she whispered. "He showed me the pictures, Sam."
Anger flooded him, his jaw tightening. "I swear to you it's not true. Dean and I stopped that thing before it hurt anyone, Chloe."
She shut her eyes, feeling lost, but a little less alone.
Without thinking about it, he pressed a kiss against her hair. "I don't know what happened to you. What they did to you. But from everything I've heard, you're a good person," he whispered.
"Maybe. But what happens when the day comes that I'm not anymore? Or if I can't get control over this freaky mind conjuring crap? People will die because of me."
Unable to help himself, he gently wound an arm around her, pulling her a little closer and gently rubbing her back. "Maybe we can figure out how to get control of these powers," he murmured. "Maybe we do get to choose our own destinies."
Standing silently in the doorway, Dean smiled faintly.
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Rated: R
Disclaimer: I only wish they were mine.
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four and Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine (Conclusion)
The Last Betrayal (Chapter Eight)
As predicted, when Sam returned moments later, he was carrying a large bag of groceries from the store where he'd stopped. He stepped inside the room, quickly locking the door behind him and immediately looking at where Chloe sat on the bed, her knees pulled to her chest, phone pressed against her ear.
Dean was standing across the room, leaned against the wall, his arms folded across his chest. There was an expression of concern in his features that Sam wasn't used to seeing very often.
"Hey." He set the bag of groceries on the table and offered Chloe a small smile before moving to his brother's side. "Where's Clark?"
His jaw tensed a little. "He left to go help someone else."
Sam's eyebrows furrowed and he looked over at Chloe, and then back at Dean. "He just left her?"
Dean exhaled, not looking at him. "She says she told him to go. Some other chick they're friends with is apparently married to Lex Luthor."
He blinked, startled by that revelation. "Why the hell would anyone wanna marry someone like that?"
"Do I look like I'm the psychic one?" Dean pushed himself away from the wall. "Look, I don't know." There was agitation in his voice.
"Dean. What aren't you saying?"
He cast a glance at Chloe, whose face was still unnaturally pale, exhaustion clear in her eyes. "Let's step outside."
Frowning, Sam followed his brother out into the parking lot. "What's going on?"
"Sam, she has powers."
He stared at his brother. "Wait, what? What kind of powers? Are you saying she's like me?" His voice dropped, his eyes wide.
"No. Hers apparently come from the meteor rocks. But she's not in control of them and…" Dean looked away.
"And what?"
"That demon we killed. She created it."
Sam's eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"That's her power. She can create things by thinking about it. That demon? Came from her mind."
He was silent for a long moment. "How do you know for sure?"
"Because she described it. In detail. It was the same thing, Sammy."
Sam raked a hand through his hair, feeling overwhelmed.
"Here's the screwed up part--they made her do it."
"Lex Luthor?"
"And his scientists, and his father. They planted images in her brain after torturing her. She was barely conscious. She had no idea what was happening. Luthor told her the demon killed a class of kindergarten kids."
"Dean, if that had happened, we would've heard about it."
"I know. It didn't happen at all. We killed it before it hurt anyone. But she's not convinced."
Sam stared at the closed motel door, feeling an odd sense of kinship with the fragile woman on the other side. "So what do we do?"
Dean looked at the ground. "She said the only way to help her would be to kill her."
He winced and shook his head. "No. We're not gonna kill her."
"No sh*t, Sherlock," Dean responded, giving him a dirty look. "But since both of you seem to think you're inherently evil and have a death wish, maybe you can talk to her."
"Right," Sam murmured. "Yeah. I'll talk to her." He slowly reached for the door handle and pulled it open, stepping back inside the room once more, just as Chloe was hanging up the phone.
"You're back," she murmured, wrapping her arms around herself as though the simple act would help her disappear.
"Yeah. I brought food. Soup and crackers and some sandwiches from the deli. I didn't know what you liked." He pulled a sandwich from the bag and slowly moved to sit down beside her, handing it over to her.
"Thanks," she whispered, slowly unwrapping it and taking a bite.
He watched her for a moment. "Dean told me what's going on."
Chloe dropped her gaze, nodding very slightly. "Good."
"We're not gonna kill you, Chloe." Sam's voice was soft.
"Then you can't help me."
"That's not true." He shifted on the bed so his back was beside hers against the headboard. "I know what it's like to think you're dangerous. That everyone around you will get hurt or killed if you're around them."
"How can you possibly understand what that's like?" she whispered almost inaudibly.
Sam was quiet for a few seconds. Then he turned his head to look at her. "Because I have powers, too. And I can't control them, and other people like me who've had these powers have turned evil and hurt people. A lot of people." He swallowed hard.
Chloe turned her head, a surprised look on her face as she met his gaze. "What powers?"
"That I know of so far…I have visions. Of people in trouble. And I can move things with my mind."
"Telekinesis," she murmured.
"I never know when they're going to flare or up or if I'll end up hurting someone when they do."
"How do you live with that?" Her voice was strained. "How do you…how do you deal with the fact you might become something…"
"Evil?" he finished.
Chloe nodded wordlessly.
He drew in a breath and let it out slowly. "It's not easy. I keep thinking maybe if I save enough people, kill enough demons…maybe I won't lose myself. But the truth is, I'm terrified."
A tear dripped down her cheek and she hesitated a moment before resting her head against his shoulder, surprising him.
Sam closed his eyes, resting his chin on the top of her head. "Chloe, what happened…it wasn't your fault. Lex Luthor knew about your abilities and he used them against you."
"Kids are dead because of me," she whispered. "He showed me the pictures, Sam."
Anger flooded him, his jaw tightening. "I swear to you it's not true. Dean and I stopped that thing before it hurt anyone, Chloe."
She shut her eyes, feeling lost, but a little less alone.
Without thinking about it, he pressed a kiss against her hair. "I don't know what happened to you. What they did to you. But from everything I've heard, you're a good person," he whispered.
"Maybe. But what happens when the day comes that I'm not anymore? Or if I can't get control over this freaky mind conjuring crap? People will die because of me."
Unable to help himself, he gently wound an arm around her, pulling her a little closer and gently rubbing her back. "Maybe we can figure out how to get control of these powers," he murmured. "Maybe we do get to choose our own destinies."
Standing silently in the doorway, Dean smiled faintly.