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xtremeroswelliaSeries: Highway From Hell
Fic 1: Welcome to the Planet
Authors: Xtremeroswellian and Did_It_Once
Rated: PG-13
Spoilers: “No Rest for the Wicked" for Supernatural. Nothing terribly spoilery from Smallville if you watched any of sixth or seventh season.
Disclaimer: Not ours. Don’t sue.
Characters: Chloe, Dean, Sam, Bart, Oliver.
Pairing: None yet. Eventual Chlean. Of course. :P
Wordcount: 6087
Welcome to the Planet (Part Two)
Three hours later, Sam sat in front of the library computer, fascinated. "Dude. She won a Pulitzer a year ago."
Dean glanced over at him. "Really?"
He nodded, small smile on his face. "Yeah. She wrote an expose' on Lex Luthor's crimes against humanity."
"Huh. Nice."
"Find anything on the JLA?"
He shook his head. "Nothing we don't already know."
"Not surprising. They probably make it a point to stay out of the news."
Sighing, he closed the browser. "Yeah."
"Well, here's what I've dug up on Chloe." He motioned to the pages he'd printed out.
Dean took the pages and began to read them over. "She reports on all things...weird...in Smallville?"
"Reported. Past tense. You were right. She was the editor of a newspaper--her high school newspaper. But..." He reached out and handed him a second stack of pages. "She's now apparently living in Metropolis, Kansas, writing for the Daily Planet."
"Writing from the pit," he flipped through the pages.
"Yeah. And yet she got a Pulitzer. She was also fired from the Planet once, for insubordination. And guess who owned the paper then."
"Lex Luthor?"
"Got it in one."
"Sam, I don't know."
"I don't either," he admitted, sitting back in his chair. "From everything I've read, Chloe seems like she's trustworthy. But..."
"There's not enough on this league she works for."
He sighed softly. "Yeah. Plus, we don't know what she knows about us."
"Exactly."
"I think we should talk to her again and least find out that much."
Dean sat back in his own chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't know if that's the smartest thing to do."
"You all right?" There was concern in Sam's voice.
"Yeah," he sighed. "I'm fine."
"You got a headache? We could go back to the Motel."
He dropped his hand. "I'm fine, Sam."
"Right," he murmured, not believing him anymore now than he had the past few weeks since Dean had been back.
"Lets try to dig up more on this league before we even think about talking to her again, okay?"
Sam drew in a breath. "Yeah. Yeah, all right."
He smiled. "Atta boy, Sammy."
He managed a faint smile in return. But it was forced. Dean wasn't the same, and he wouldn't talk to him about what was going on or what had happened to him.
He hoped his brother would open up soon before it ate him from the inside out.
* * *
Chloe sighed softly and picked her cell phone off the table, noting Oliver's number on the caller ID. She pressed it to her ear. "Hello?"
"A little computer birdie is telling me that someone is trying to hack into our data base..."
She sat up a little more. "You think it's--"
"It is," he stated matter-of-factly. "They're doing it from the library."
Chloe sighed softly. "Well, does it really surprise you? There isn't that much information out there on the League and they're not exactly the most trusting individuals.”
"Yeah. I figured that would happen," he smiled. "This gives you an opportunity."
She groaned inwardly. "Meaning you want me to go over there and confront them."
"Just tell them the police are on their way and you're the only one that can help them."
"What?" There was alarm in her voice.
"Chloe, it's the only way you'll earn their trust."
"They might end up trusting me but if they think the League called the cops on them, they're not gonna trust the League," she pointed out.
"That's when you explain that the League's security system is high and sensitive."
She gritted her teeth at his easy tone. "Great. Thanks." She hung up her phone and quickly headed out of the house and to her car, hurrying. She just hoped she could get there before the police.
***
Dean leaned over Sam's shoulder. "How close are you?"
"I think I'm almost in," he murmured, focusing entirely on the task at hand and not even noticing as Chloe approached.
"Log off right now and come with me," she ordered as she stood between them.
"What?" He turned to her. "Hell no, go away."
She leaned her head down and glared at Dean. "Do you have *any* idea how high the JLA's security system is? It knows you're hacking into the system. Backup's already been called."
"Backup?" Sam echoed.
"Police. FBI. Possibly CIA. We have to move *now*."
"Damn it," he growled. "Come on Sam."
She straightened and turned to look toward the entrance of the library where a team of police officers were heading inside and looking right at them. "Shit," she said under her breath. "Don't move."
Both froze, waiting for further instruction.
She drew in a breath and waited as the officers walked over to them, taking note of all the people who'd been milling around and were now staring at the three of them with curiosity. Great. She offered the squad leader a small smile. "Officer."
The man nodded to her. "Ma'am."
"I know why you're here." She kept her voice quiet so passerby's didn't hear what was going on.
He folded his arms. "Enlighten me."
"Security breach of the Justice League of America's database. Code 6.5738210 B," she said without hesitation.
He looked at her with surprise. "And you would be...?"
She lifted her chin just a little. "Chloe Sullivan, communications specialist for the JLA. Password of the day is 65-12 Flash."
He nodded. "Yes, Miss Sullivan. Do you know the source of this breach?"
"Yes. My fault. They're helping me on a project and I gave them the wrong password."
"Right. As long as the situation is under control..."
"Under control, Officer. I'll be sure and let the board know how quickly your department responded. They'll be pleased." She gave him a smile.
"Alright," he tipped his hat. "Have a good day Miss Sullivan."
"Thank you. You too." She watched as he and the other officers headed away, then shut her eyes for a moment.
Dean looked at his brother. "Smooth talker."
Sam was staring at her with something akin to awe. "That was..."
She turned to face them, not looking very happy. "Trouble," she answered.
"Looks like you handled it pretty well," Dean folded his arms.
She glanced around the crowded room. "Yeah, except God only knows who was listening and now knows who I am," she mumbled. "I gotta make a call." She turned and headed toward the exit, looking uneasy.
He rolled his eyes watching her go. "Dramatics."
Sam glanced at him. "Not necessarily," he murmured. "She did just blow her cover. People know her name, Dean."
"Well maybe if the damn League would put out a little more information on themselves, this wouldn't be so difficult."
"I think we should follow her." Sam grabbed the stack of papers and headed toward the exit.
Shaking his head, Dean followed, muttering under his breath the whole way.
Chloe pressed her cell phone to her ear as she headed to her car, looking around the library parking lot nervously. "You need to change the security code for the day right now and I'm pretty sure my cover's blown here."
"It's already done. A jet will be there in a half hour to pick you up," Oliver replied.
"I'll head to the airport." She flipped her phone shut and slid it into her purse.
The boys caught up with her moments later.
She turned to face them. "You guys need to split. You have my cards, right?" Her voice was even but the look in her eyes was fearful.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, we have them."
"Call me. I think--" She caught sight of movement out of the corner of her eye and saw the man pull the gun from his jacket. "Get down!"
They ducked as a couple of shots rang out. Dean pulled his gun out and searched for the man, determined to return fire.
A second shooter opened fire from the opposite side of the parking lot and Chloe grimaced as a bullet grazed her shoulder. She dropped to the pavement, covering her head with her arms as glass shattered from above.
Dean let off his own shots at the man on the roof. "Jesus! Who are these people?"
"People who don't like the JLA," she said grimly.
When the gunfire ceased, Dean put his gun down slowly and glanced toward his brother. His eyes widened when he found him crumpled on the ground. "Sam!"
"Oh God," Chloe whispered as she looked over at him, taking in the sight of all the blood. She quickly moved over to his side, cringing when another shot rang out somewhere behind them.
Dean lifted Sam's upper body to him and looked down at the bullet wound, close to his heart. "Oh Sammy."
"Dean. Listen to me." Chloe reached out and put a hand on his arm. "We're still being shot at. Cover me!"
He didn't respond to her. "God dammit Sam, I did *not* go to hell for it to end this way."
She flinched as a bullet shattered her windshield. "Dean! I can help him!"
He slowly looked up at her. "You can?"
"Yes." She met his eyes for a brief moment, then lowered her gaze to the bullet wound in Sam's chest. "Cover me," she murmured, shifting closer to the brothers and resting a hand lightly against the younger man's heart.
Dean nodded numbly and drew his gun up, shooting in the direction the current bullets were coming from.
Within seconds she became unaware of what was going on around her, her eyes focused intently on Sam, a faint green light illuminating from her hand over his wound.
He couldn't help but stare at the light, half fascinated, but half-terrified that he'd lost his little brother again.
She drew in a shuddering breath, her hand falling away as Sam slowly began to sit up.
"Sam," relief flooded through the older Winchester. "Thank God."
"What happened?" He looked down at the bullet hole in his shirt, the blood staining it. His skin was perfectly in tact.
"One of these bastards shot you."
"But...I'm fine..." He looked around at the fallen men, heard the sound of sirens drawing closer, confusion settling onto his face.
Dean grabbed his shoulder and pulled him to his feet. "I'll explain later."
"Yeah, we need to--" He looked down and caught sight of Chloe slumped onto the ground, eyes shut. "Oh God."
"Get her," Dean kept his gun low. "We need to go now."
Sam didn't hesitate leaning down and carefully scooping her into his arms, turning to head for the Impala. "She's bleeding," he whispered, crawling into the backseat and cradling her on his lap.
"Where?" Dean didn't look back as he peeled out of the parking lot.
"Shoulder." He hesitantly moved the material of her shirt away enough to look. "I think she was just grazed."
"Good," he murmured.
Sam started to reply when a faint green glow emanated from her skin and the small wound closed up. "Holy crap."
"What is it?" He looked in the rearview mirror.
He met his brother's eyes in the mirror. "The wound just vanished," he whispered.
"Wow."
"Yeah. Wow," he echoed, dropping his gaze to look down at her once more. Her face was completely drained of color, her breathing steady albeit much slower than normal, and her body was limp like a rag doll. "Let's get her back to the Motel."
He nodded. "That's where I was headed."
Sam swallowed hard, wondering what the hell they'd stumbled onto this time.
* * *
Sam sat in a chair at the table in their motel room, staring at Chloe's unconscious form on the bed. "What happened, Dean?"
Dean tore his gaze from her and looked at his brother. "You got shot."
He opened his mouth to respond, then shut it again, rubbing the back of his neck. "Are you saying...she somehow healed me? Because I'm fine. There's not a scratch on me."
Dean nodded. "I thought I'd lost you again."
"How's this even possible?" he murmured, his mind flashing back to the faith healer he'd once taken Dean to see. "Do you think she's made some black magic deal with a reaper?"
"That's not it," he mumbled, turning back to her. "I think she has...powers."
Sam slowly rose to his feet. "Powers like...mine? From the demon?" His voice was quiet, hint of alarm behind the words.
"Now that I'm not sure of."
He ran a hand over his face. "Well, what do we do, Dean?"
"Get that card out and call her people," he let out a breath. "They need to know she's hurt."
"Right, yeah, okay." He pulled the card from his jeans pocket and turned his back toward them as he moved to use the telephone.
"Sam."
"Yeah?" He glanced at Dean, a little dazed.
He pulled out his cell phone. "Use this incase the phone lines are being watched."
Sam reached out and took Dean's phone, heading for the bathroom to make the call. "Good idea."
Dean nodded a little.
He disappeared inside, shutting the door behind him.
When the door shut, Dean stood and made his way over to the bed and sat on the opposite one, staring at Chloe.
Her breathing was a little uneven, her chest rising and falling a little too quickly.
He grimaced at the state she was in and moved to her bed and put his hand on her arm.
For a moment her breathing hitched and her head turned to one side.
He frowned. "Chloe?"
She slowly opened her eyes for a second, a soft groan escaping her. "Clark?" she murmured.
"Sorry, not your boyfriend."
Her eyes drifted shut once more.
Letting out a breath, he shifted. "Thank you for...saving my brother."
"So...he's okay?" she murmured, her voice barely audible.
"Yeah thanks to you."
She nodded slightly, wincing a little and pressing a hand against her stomach. "Good."
"How are you doing?"
"Tired," she whispered.
"You sleep. The league should be here soon for you."
At the mention of the league, she grimaced and pressed her hands against the bedding, struggling to sit up. "What...time is it?"
He glanced at the clock. "Almost six."
"I gotta get to the airport." The room spun as she managed to sit up straight.
"Woa," he stopped her. "You're not going anywhere."
"They were sending a jet for me--"
"And Sam's taking care of it."
Her eyebrows furrowed, her green eyes glassy with exhaustion. "What do you mean?"
"He's calling them right now to tell them you're hurt."
A soft groan escaped her and she laid back in bed, pressing a hand to her face.
"Look, they'll probably be here soon. So rest and they'll be here before you know it," he gave her a slight smile.
"Okay?"
"Sooner than you think," she whispered inaudibly.
He furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you--"
At that moment, there was a knock on the motel room door.
Dean stood slowly, drawing his gun from his waistband. "Who's there?"
"Bart Allen. I'm here to pick up Chloe Sullivan."
"I'm afraid I don't know the name dude."
"It's okay," she murmured from her prone position on the bed. "I know him. He's a friend."
He lowered the gun a little and opened the door.
"Hey, Chlolicious." There was concern in Bart's voice as he moved past Dean without so much as a greeting and headed to her side.
She managed a tiny smile. "Was afraid it'd be Clark," she whispered.
Bart shook his head. "He's off in his own little world again."
Meaning off somewhere with Lois, she thought tiredly, slowly opening her eyes. "Bart...this is Dean Winchester. Dean, Bart Allen."
Dean nodded. "Hi."
Bart regarded him with a cautious smile. "Hey. Thanks for watching after her."
"No problem."
"You ready?" he asked quietly, sitting down on the bed beside her.
"I think so. Wait." She looked toward the bathroom. "I wanna tell Sam goodbye."
Dean turned toward the bathroom. "Sammy, quit lurking and get out here!"
Chloe sat up slowly, eyes drooping as she watched Sam emerge from the bathroom, cell phone still pressed to his ear. He hung up a moment later, his gaze locking on her. "I'm heading out. It was good to meet you."
He smiled. "Thanks for saving my life. I owe you."
She shook her head a little. "Just...think about what we talked about, okay?" Her voice was quiet.
He nodded before his brother could speak. "We will."
She offered him a small smile and braced herself as Bart wound his arms around her and lifted her off the bed.
"See ya around, guys." Bart smirked. And in the blink of an eye, he and Chloe vanished from the room without a trace.
Dean blinked and turned to Sam. "What the hell was that?"
Sam stared, shock on his face. "Hell if I know."
* * *
"I don't know Sam. This just doesn't seem like our kind of thing." Dean sat down at the table in their room after a good bout of pacing.
Sam was silent for a moment, deep in thought. "Normally I'd agree, but..."
"But what?"
"I don't know, Dean. Maybe we need a change of pace." His voice was quiet.
"A change of pace?" he frowned. "Care to elaborate?"
"We've been doing this by ourselves for...a long time. Maybe these people could help us."
"Sam, these guys don't know anything about the supernatural. How exactly would they help?"
"People can be taught. And if they have super powers like Chloe said...think of all the good we could get done."
"No."
"I think we should meet them, Dean."
"They sent the cops after us. And you almost died," he resisted the urge to add on 'again'.
"Their security system is high-tech. And Chloe got us out of it." He paused. "And saved my life."
"And what about the next time it happens and she's not there?" he shook his head. "I won't risk that."
"I'm not saying we join up." He rose to his feet. "I'm just saying...let's meet them. See what they're about. I think it'd be a good thing to at least know who's out there." His voice dropped. "And I owe Chloe."
He sighed. "Okay. Make the call."
Sam nodded a little, knowing it was his last statement that made Dean agree. He pulled his cell phone out, and dialed the number on Chloe's business card, waiting for someone to pick up.
"This is Oliver."
Sam paused a second. "This is Sam Winchester. I'm calling for Chloe Sullivan."
He smiled. "Ah, Sam. I've been expecting your call. Chloe's out right now."
"Oh." He grimaced a little and glanced at his brother, not completely sure what to say.
"I'm guessing you're either calling for a meeting or turning down our offer."
Sam drew in a breath. "The first actually."
"Glad to hear that. I can have a jet out to you and your brother in a few hours."
"Oh, uh, no that's okay. We'd rather just drive."
He paused. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, positive. Just need to know where we're going exactly."
"Metropolis, Kansas."
"We'll be there in a couple days," he said quietly, meeting Dean's eyes across the room.
"I look forward to meeting both of you."
Sam wished he could say the same, but he knew it wasn't for Dean and he wasn't sure it was for him, either. "See you then." He hung up the phone. "Metropolis, Kansas."
Dean nodded. "Then start packing."
Fic 1: Welcome to the Planet
Authors: Xtremeroswellian and Did_It_Once
Rated: PG-13
Spoilers: “No Rest for the Wicked" for Supernatural. Nothing terribly spoilery from Smallville if you watched any of sixth or seventh season.
Disclaimer: Not ours. Don’t sue.
Characters: Chloe, Dean, Sam, Bart, Oliver.
Pairing: None yet. Eventual Chlean. Of course. :P
Wordcount: 6087
Welcome to the Planet (Part Two)
Three hours later, Sam sat in front of the library computer, fascinated. "Dude. She won a Pulitzer a year ago."
Dean glanced over at him. "Really?"
He nodded, small smile on his face. "Yeah. She wrote an expose' on Lex Luthor's crimes against humanity."
"Huh. Nice."
"Find anything on the JLA?"
He shook his head. "Nothing we don't already know."
"Not surprising. They probably make it a point to stay out of the news."
Sighing, he closed the browser. "Yeah."
"Well, here's what I've dug up on Chloe." He motioned to the pages he'd printed out.
Dean took the pages and began to read them over. "She reports on all things...weird...in Smallville?"
"Reported. Past tense. You were right. She was the editor of a newspaper--her high school newspaper. But..." He reached out and handed him a second stack of pages. "She's now apparently living in Metropolis, Kansas, writing for the Daily Planet."
"Writing from the pit," he flipped through the pages.
"Yeah. And yet she got a Pulitzer. She was also fired from the Planet once, for insubordination. And guess who owned the paper then."
"Lex Luthor?"
"Got it in one."
"Sam, I don't know."
"I don't either," he admitted, sitting back in his chair. "From everything I've read, Chloe seems like she's trustworthy. But..."
"There's not enough on this league she works for."
He sighed softly. "Yeah. Plus, we don't know what she knows about us."
"Exactly."
"I think we should talk to her again and least find out that much."
Dean sat back in his own chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't know if that's the smartest thing to do."
"You all right?" There was concern in Sam's voice.
"Yeah," he sighed. "I'm fine."
"You got a headache? We could go back to the Motel."
He dropped his hand. "I'm fine, Sam."
"Right," he murmured, not believing him anymore now than he had the past few weeks since Dean had been back.
"Lets try to dig up more on this league before we even think about talking to her again, okay?"
Sam drew in a breath. "Yeah. Yeah, all right."
He smiled. "Atta boy, Sammy."
He managed a faint smile in return. But it was forced. Dean wasn't the same, and he wouldn't talk to him about what was going on or what had happened to him.
He hoped his brother would open up soon before it ate him from the inside out.
* * *
Chloe sighed softly and picked her cell phone off the table, noting Oliver's number on the caller ID. She pressed it to her ear. "Hello?"
"A little computer birdie is telling me that someone is trying to hack into our data base..."
She sat up a little more. "You think it's--"
"It is," he stated matter-of-factly. "They're doing it from the library."
Chloe sighed softly. "Well, does it really surprise you? There isn't that much information out there on the League and they're not exactly the most trusting individuals.”
"Yeah. I figured that would happen," he smiled. "This gives you an opportunity."
She groaned inwardly. "Meaning you want me to go over there and confront them."
"Just tell them the police are on their way and you're the only one that can help them."
"What?" There was alarm in her voice.
"Chloe, it's the only way you'll earn their trust."
"They might end up trusting me but if they think the League called the cops on them, they're not gonna trust the League," she pointed out.
"That's when you explain that the League's security system is high and sensitive."
She gritted her teeth at his easy tone. "Great. Thanks." She hung up her phone and quickly headed out of the house and to her car, hurrying. She just hoped she could get there before the police.
***
Dean leaned over Sam's shoulder. "How close are you?"
"I think I'm almost in," he murmured, focusing entirely on the task at hand and not even noticing as Chloe approached.
"Log off right now and come with me," she ordered as she stood between them.
"What?" He turned to her. "Hell no, go away."
She leaned her head down and glared at Dean. "Do you have *any* idea how high the JLA's security system is? It knows you're hacking into the system. Backup's already been called."
"Backup?" Sam echoed.
"Police. FBI. Possibly CIA. We have to move *now*."
"Damn it," he growled. "Come on Sam."
She straightened and turned to look toward the entrance of the library where a team of police officers were heading inside and looking right at them. "Shit," she said under her breath. "Don't move."
Both froze, waiting for further instruction.
She drew in a breath and waited as the officers walked over to them, taking note of all the people who'd been milling around and were now staring at the three of them with curiosity. Great. She offered the squad leader a small smile. "Officer."
The man nodded to her. "Ma'am."
"I know why you're here." She kept her voice quiet so passerby's didn't hear what was going on.
He folded his arms. "Enlighten me."
"Security breach of the Justice League of America's database. Code 6.5738210 B," she said without hesitation.
He looked at her with surprise. "And you would be...?"
She lifted her chin just a little. "Chloe Sullivan, communications specialist for the JLA. Password of the day is 65-12 Flash."
He nodded. "Yes, Miss Sullivan. Do you know the source of this breach?"
"Yes. My fault. They're helping me on a project and I gave them the wrong password."
"Right. As long as the situation is under control..."
"Under control, Officer. I'll be sure and let the board know how quickly your department responded. They'll be pleased." She gave him a smile.
"Alright," he tipped his hat. "Have a good day Miss Sullivan."
"Thank you. You too." She watched as he and the other officers headed away, then shut her eyes for a moment.
Dean looked at his brother. "Smooth talker."
Sam was staring at her with something akin to awe. "That was..."
She turned to face them, not looking very happy. "Trouble," she answered.
"Looks like you handled it pretty well," Dean folded his arms.
She glanced around the crowded room. "Yeah, except God only knows who was listening and now knows who I am," she mumbled. "I gotta make a call." She turned and headed toward the exit, looking uneasy.
He rolled his eyes watching her go. "Dramatics."
Sam glanced at him. "Not necessarily," he murmured. "She did just blow her cover. People know her name, Dean."
"Well maybe if the damn League would put out a little more information on themselves, this wouldn't be so difficult."
"I think we should follow her." Sam grabbed the stack of papers and headed toward the exit.
Shaking his head, Dean followed, muttering under his breath the whole way.
Chloe pressed her cell phone to her ear as she headed to her car, looking around the library parking lot nervously. "You need to change the security code for the day right now and I'm pretty sure my cover's blown here."
"It's already done. A jet will be there in a half hour to pick you up," Oliver replied.
"I'll head to the airport." She flipped her phone shut and slid it into her purse.
The boys caught up with her moments later.
She turned to face them. "You guys need to split. You have my cards, right?" Her voice was even but the look in her eyes was fearful.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, we have them."
"Call me. I think--" She caught sight of movement out of the corner of her eye and saw the man pull the gun from his jacket. "Get down!"
They ducked as a couple of shots rang out. Dean pulled his gun out and searched for the man, determined to return fire.
A second shooter opened fire from the opposite side of the parking lot and Chloe grimaced as a bullet grazed her shoulder. She dropped to the pavement, covering her head with her arms as glass shattered from above.
Dean let off his own shots at the man on the roof. "Jesus! Who are these people?"
"People who don't like the JLA," she said grimly.
When the gunfire ceased, Dean put his gun down slowly and glanced toward his brother. His eyes widened when he found him crumpled on the ground. "Sam!"
"Oh God," Chloe whispered as she looked over at him, taking in the sight of all the blood. She quickly moved over to his side, cringing when another shot rang out somewhere behind them.
Dean lifted Sam's upper body to him and looked down at the bullet wound, close to his heart. "Oh Sammy."
"Dean. Listen to me." Chloe reached out and put a hand on his arm. "We're still being shot at. Cover me!"
He didn't respond to her. "God dammit Sam, I did *not* go to hell for it to end this way."
She flinched as a bullet shattered her windshield. "Dean! I can help him!"
He slowly looked up at her. "You can?"
"Yes." She met his eyes for a brief moment, then lowered her gaze to the bullet wound in Sam's chest. "Cover me," she murmured, shifting closer to the brothers and resting a hand lightly against the younger man's heart.
Dean nodded numbly and drew his gun up, shooting in the direction the current bullets were coming from.
Within seconds she became unaware of what was going on around her, her eyes focused intently on Sam, a faint green light illuminating from her hand over his wound.
He couldn't help but stare at the light, half fascinated, but half-terrified that he'd lost his little brother again.
She drew in a shuddering breath, her hand falling away as Sam slowly began to sit up.
"Sam," relief flooded through the older Winchester. "Thank God."
"What happened?" He looked down at the bullet hole in his shirt, the blood staining it. His skin was perfectly in tact.
"One of these bastards shot you."
"But...I'm fine..." He looked around at the fallen men, heard the sound of sirens drawing closer, confusion settling onto his face.
Dean grabbed his shoulder and pulled him to his feet. "I'll explain later."
"Yeah, we need to--" He looked down and caught sight of Chloe slumped onto the ground, eyes shut. "Oh God."
"Get her," Dean kept his gun low. "We need to go now."
Sam didn't hesitate leaning down and carefully scooping her into his arms, turning to head for the Impala. "She's bleeding," he whispered, crawling into the backseat and cradling her on his lap.
"Where?" Dean didn't look back as he peeled out of the parking lot.
"Shoulder." He hesitantly moved the material of her shirt away enough to look. "I think she was just grazed."
"Good," he murmured.
Sam started to reply when a faint green glow emanated from her skin and the small wound closed up. "Holy crap."
"What is it?" He looked in the rearview mirror.
He met his brother's eyes in the mirror. "The wound just vanished," he whispered.
"Wow."
"Yeah. Wow," he echoed, dropping his gaze to look down at her once more. Her face was completely drained of color, her breathing steady albeit much slower than normal, and her body was limp like a rag doll. "Let's get her back to the Motel."
He nodded. "That's where I was headed."
Sam swallowed hard, wondering what the hell they'd stumbled onto this time.
* * *
Sam sat in a chair at the table in their motel room, staring at Chloe's unconscious form on the bed. "What happened, Dean?"
Dean tore his gaze from her and looked at his brother. "You got shot."
He opened his mouth to respond, then shut it again, rubbing the back of his neck. "Are you saying...she somehow healed me? Because I'm fine. There's not a scratch on me."
Dean nodded. "I thought I'd lost you again."
"How's this even possible?" he murmured, his mind flashing back to the faith healer he'd once taken Dean to see. "Do you think she's made some black magic deal with a reaper?"
"That's not it," he mumbled, turning back to her. "I think she has...powers."
Sam slowly rose to his feet. "Powers like...mine? From the demon?" His voice was quiet, hint of alarm behind the words.
"Now that I'm not sure of."
He ran a hand over his face. "Well, what do we do, Dean?"
"Get that card out and call her people," he let out a breath. "They need to know she's hurt."
"Right, yeah, okay." He pulled the card from his jeans pocket and turned his back toward them as he moved to use the telephone.
"Sam."
"Yeah?" He glanced at Dean, a little dazed.
He pulled out his cell phone. "Use this incase the phone lines are being watched."
Sam reached out and took Dean's phone, heading for the bathroom to make the call. "Good idea."
Dean nodded a little.
He disappeared inside, shutting the door behind him.
When the door shut, Dean stood and made his way over to the bed and sat on the opposite one, staring at Chloe.
Her breathing was a little uneven, her chest rising and falling a little too quickly.
He grimaced at the state she was in and moved to her bed and put his hand on her arm.
For a moment her breathing hitched and her head turned to one side.
He frowned. "Chloe?"
She slowly opened her eyes for a second, a soft groan escaping her. "Clark?" she murmured.
"Sorry, not your boyfriend."
Her eyes drifted shut once more.
Letting out a breath, he shifted. "Thank you for...saving my brother."
"So...he's okay?" she murmured, her voice barely audible.
"Yeah thanks to you."
She nodded slightly, wincing a little and pressing a hand against her stomach. "Good."
"How are you doing?"
"Tired," she whispered.
"You sleep. The league should be here soon for you."
At the mention of the league, she grimaced and pressed her hands against the bedding, struggling to sit up. "What...time is it?"
He glanced at the clock. "Almost six."
"I gotta get to the airport." The room spun as she managed to sit up straight.
"Woa," he stopped her. "You're not going anywhere."
"They were sending a jet for me--"
"And Sam's taking care of it."
Her eyebrows furrowed, her green eyes glassy with exhaustion. "What do you mean?"
"He's calling them right now to tell them you're hurt."
A soft groan escaped her and she laid back in bed, pressing a hand to her face.
"Look, they'll probably be here soon. So rest and they'll be here before you know it," he gave her a slight smile.
"Okay?"
"Sooner than you think," she whispered inaudibly.
He furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you--"
At that moment, there was a knock on the motel room door.
Dean stood slowly, drawing his gun from his waistband. "Who's there?"
"Bart Allen. I'm here to pick up Chloe Sullivan."
"I'm afraid I don't know the name dude."
"It's okay," she murmured from her prone position on the bed. "I know him. He's a friend."
He lowered the gun a little and opened the door.
"Hey, Chlolicious." There was concern in Bart's voice as he moved past Dean without so much as a greeting and headed to her side.
She managed a tiny smile. "Was afraid it'd be Clark," she whispered.
Bart shook his head. "He's off in his own little world again."
Meaning off somewhere with Lois, she thought tiredly, slowly opening her eyes. "Bart...this is Dean Winchester. Dean, Bart Allen."
Dean nodded. "Hi."
Bart regarded him with a cautious smile. "Hey. Thanks for watching after her."
"No problem."
"You ready?" he asked quietly, sitting down on the bed beside her.
"I think so. Wait." She looked toward the bathroom. "I wanna tell Sam goodbye."
Dean turned toward the bathroom. "Sammy, quit lurking and get out here!"
Chloe sat up slowly, eyes drooping as she watched Sam emerge from the bathroom, cell phone still pressed to his ear. He hung up a moment later, his gaze locking on her. "I'm heading out. It was good to meet you."
He smiled. "Thanks for saving my life. I owe you."
She shook her head a little. "Just...think about what we talked about, okay?" Her voice was quiet.
He nodded before his brother could speak. "We will."
She offered him a small smile and braced herself as Bart wound his arms around her and lifted her off the bed.
"See ya around, guys." Bart smirked. And in the blink of an eye, he and Chloe vanished from the room without a trace.
Dean blinked and turned to Sam. "What the hell was that?"
Sam stared, shock on his face. "Hell if I know."
* * *
"I don't know Sam. This just doesn't seem like our kind of thing." Dean sat down at the table in their room after a good bout of pacing.
Sam was silent for a moment, deep in thought. "Normally I'd agree, but..."
"But what?"
"I don't know, Dean. Maybe we need a change of pace." His voice was quiet.
"A change of pace?" he frowned. "Care to elaborate?"
"We've been doing this by ourselves for...a long time. Maybe these people could help us."
"Sam, these guys don't know anything about the supernatural. How exactly would they help?"
"People can be taught. And if they have super powers like Chloe said...think of all the good we could get done."
"No."
"I think we should meet them, Dean."
"They sent the cops after us. And you almost died," he resisted the urge to add on 'again'.
"Their security system is high-tech. And Chloe got us out of it." He paused. "And saved my life."
"And what about the next time it happens and she's not there?" he shook his head. "I won't risk that."
"I'm not saying we join up." He rose to his feet. "I'm just saying...let's meet them. See what they're about. I think it'd be a good thing to at least know who's out there." His voice dropped. "And I owe Chloe."
He sighed. "Okay. Make the call."
Sam nodded a little, knowing it was his last statement that made Dean agree. He pulled his cell phone out, and dialed the number on Chloe's business card, waiting for someone to pick up.
"This is Oliver."
Sam paused a second. "This is Sam Winchester. I'm calling for Chloe Sullivan."
He smiled. "Ah, Sam. I've been expecting your call. Chloe's out right now."
"Oh." He grimaced a little and glanced at his brother, not completely sure what to say.
"I'm guessing you're either calling for a meeting or turning down our offer."
Sam drew in a breath. "The first actually."
"Glad to hear that. I can have a jet out to you and your brother in a few hours."
"Oh, uh, no that's okay. We'd rather just drive."
He paused. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, positive. Just need to know where we're going exactly."
"Metropolis, Kansas."
"We'll be there in a couple days," he said quietly, meeting Dean's eyes across the room.
"I look forward to meeting both of you."
Sam wished he could say the same, but he knew it wasn't for Dean and he wasn't sure it was for him, either. "See you then." He hung up the phone. "Metropolis, Kansas."
Dean nodded. "Then start packing."
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