Two Guys, a Girl and a Chevy Impala: As The End Draws Near (3/5)

[xtremeroswellia]

Series: Two Guys, a Girl and a Chevy Impala

Fic 22: As the End Draws Near
Authors: clarksmuse and xtremeroswellia
Rated: NC-17
Pairings: Dean/Chloe, Sam/Sarah
Disclaimer: Not ours. Please don't sue, okay? Thanks. :P



Everything was dark, and cold and silent. Like the very earth itself had died, its entire population gone from the planet except for him.

He stood in the middle of a cemetery alone, his heart beating heavily against his chest as he looked up at the blood moon above.

Slowly, he looked around, eyebrows furrowing. "Dean? Sarah? Chloe?"

There was no answer and at the sound of footfall behind him he quickly turned around, stiffening as he saw the Yellow-Eyed Demon standing there, smirking. "What the hell have you done?"

"Howdy, Sam," the demon said and smirked a little. "It's so good to see you, too." It circled around Sam, never taking its eyes off him. "I couldn't wait until tomorrow. Just wanted to see how much I could shake you up tonight."

His eyes were dark and narrow. "Go ahead and try your best because tomorrow I'm sending your ass back to hell."

"Not before I take your child, that squirmy little red thing inside your wife's belly," it chuckled. "He's a pistol!"

It was all he could not to take a swing at the son of a bitch right then. But he knew it wouldn't do any good: it was just a bad dream. And if the demon was somehow actually appearing in his dream--he couldn't let on that Sarah and the baby were protected. "Over my dead body," he said darkly.

"You got that right," it replied and winked at him, a knowing grin on its face. "Too bad your girl's gonna be joining you, too. Such a pretty family you would've made."

Sarah suddenly opened her eyes and looked around her. She had been dreaming about their son Jacob. She'd been holding him in her arms and he'd smiled at her, his tiny face lit up like Sam's when he looked at her. But the baby was gone, and instead she saw Sam standing with an older man... with yellow eyes. Starting, a little horrified, she remained glued to the spot.

"You're awfully of yourself," Sam snarled.

The demon raised a hand in the air and looked over at Sarah. "It's not being full of myself," it said and gleefully gazed down at her pregnant belly. "It's about taking what is rightfully mine."

Wide-eyed and pale, Sarah covered her stomach protectively. "No, you can't have our son!" she yelled.

"No? But it was made for me."

Sam quickly turned at the sound of Sarah's voice and moved to stand in front of her. "This is my family not yours," he whispered dangerously, his hands curling into fists.

"Family? What do you know about family, Sammy?" it returned quickly. "You and your brother are deluding yourselves if you think your family's going to last. It's always belonged to me. Doesn't matter that your mother was a member of the Angel Brigade."

He shook his head. "It does matter," he snapped. "And you're not gonna win."

"Damn right about that."

He turned his head to see Chloe standing a few feet away, off to the left of Sarah. Blinking in surprise he met her gaze for a moment then turned back to the demon.

"Sonofabitch!" Dean appeared behind Chloe, eyes glittering with irritation and hatred. "What the hell are we doing here?" He took a step towards the demon, fists clenched with rage.

The Yellow-Eyed Demon cackled. "Dean, now be a good boy, will ya?" With a stern look, it pried Dean's fists open. "I'm having a chat with your brother. Won't take but a minute. Wanted you around to witness it."

"Witness what?" he hissed.

"This... thing... thinks it's going to take our child," Sarah whispered quickly, her breathing ragged.

"That's never going to happen," Chloe whispered, taking a step forward and glaring at the demon without a hint of fear.

It shook its head. "You say that now, but don't we'll see who sings that tune tomorrow, shall we?"

"You'll be singing a tune," Dean replied with a hateful look. "It's called 'Ding Dong the Demon's Dead'."

The demon laughed. "Snarking in the face of danger. I love the smell of fear."

"You are pretty stinky," Chloe responded with a smirk. "But I'm not surprised that your own scents gets you off."

Sam kept his eyes locked on its face. "You're not gonna win."

"You wanna bet, Sammy?" He smirked back at him. "I've taken everyone away from you in the past. Your mom, pretty little Jess...your dad. And I'm gonna take them one by one and make you watch. They'll be begging to die."

"Not if I can help it," Dean growled.

"And you," the demon replied. "You and your pathetic attempts to keep this family together? You'll be easy to take down."

"No," Sarah replied firmly and ignored the pain she felt course through Sam at the mention of the people he had lost because of the thing standing in front of them. "You're wrong. Sam's stronger than anyone I know, and Dean? The strength of his heart alone outweighs anything you can throw at us."

"Don't be so sure," he whispered, shifting his gaze to her face and smiling a sick, wicked smile. "I can throw a lot."

"Yeah, because threatening pregnant women is so brave," Dean snapped and looked at Sarah, concern on his face.

"Touch a hair on her head, and I will kill you," Sam declared and moved back to shield Sarah from the demon's view.

"I guess we'll see come tomorrow...who has more power. The psychic freak and his pathetic band of friends...or an army of demons," he whispered.

"If you had to kidnap us in our dreams to try and scare us...I'm betting you're a little worried about who's going to win that battle." Chloe's tone was even and neutral.

Shaking its head and turning keen yellow eyes on Chloe, it chuckled. "Why, when I thought I'd give you one last look at your family, Chloe. At what you almost had before you threw it all away in a sad display of power."

She simply raised an eyebrow. "I'm shaking in my stylish yet affordable boots."

Do you have to quote Buffy at a time like this? Dean thought and shot a look at her.

She grinned involuntarily. Yes, she thought back.

The demon looked at Dean, then at Chloe and Sarah, and finally at Sam. "See you soon," it whispered and snapped its fingers.

Dean bolted awake, his frame wrapped around Chloe's. "What the hell?" he grumbled sleepily.

She woke at the same time, her body tense. "Nothing like being mind-raped before an apocalypse."

Pulling her close, he rubbed his hand along her arm, trying to warm her up. She shook from the intensity of the dream. "That asshole's going to pay."

Chloe shifted against him, burying her face against his neck. She just hoped he was right.


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"Okay, who are all these costumed dudes?" Ava mumbled to herself as she followed Jo and the guy she'd introduced as Oliver Queen into Missouri Moseley's house. The last several days had been hard on her, especially given that these same guys were the ones she'd seen in her vision.

Jo smirked a little. "What? Never met a few superheroes before?"

"Only on TV," she replied with a frown.

Somehow they all managed to fit into Missouri's tiny living room, where Ava felt the body heat rise to an all-time high. She saw the smirk on Jo's face and sighed. "Doesn't this bother you at all?"

"What?" Jo asked and shot a grin towards Oliver.

"Uh, fighting demons? The bloody moon in the sky thing? Men in really tight outfits?"

"I kinda like that part." She grinned.

Oliver laughed at Jo's remark. "You're only saying that because you like the color green," he smirked.

Clark rolled his eyes and looked at his comrades. "Guess he's gotta get a couple more flirty moments in before the impending death scenario."

"No one's dying today." Sam's voice was quiet and everyone looked over to where he stood in the corner of the room, arms folded across his chest.

Sarah smiled and watched as her husband filled the room with a powerful aura that nearly left her breathless.

Beside his brother, Dean crossed his arms and smirked. "No one except that damn demon."

Chloe gazed at them from where she sat beside Sarah on the couch, touching her friend's arm lightly.

Sam took a step forward and looked around. "Whether we're ready or not...this is it."

Ava cringed and made a sound in the back of her throat.

"Uh, does that mean I won't get a meal in before hitting the road?" Bart called sheepishly.

Oliver gave him a look that told him to shut the hell up.

Sam didn't respond to the question. In fact, from Chloe's perspective it didn't seem to even register. "Like it or not, we're a team." He shifted his gaze around the room, looking at everyone in turn. "The fourteen of us. Against an army of demons. I'm sorry you have to be here. This isn't the life I wanted for myself. Or for my brother." He turned to look at Dean. "But we are who we are."

Dean shrugged and nodded his head solemnly. "We're hunters, even you guys with your bright, shiny-colored getups." He indicated to the Justice League.

Oliver smirked and looked across the room at Jo.

"This battle ends today. This is all or nothing." Sam's voice was quiet, deadly serious. "We lose...and the whole planet goes to hell. We win...and maybe...maybe we can turn life around for all of us. For our families, for our friends..." He looked at Sarah. "For our children."

"But not all of us will come out of this," Ava pointed out. "I've seen the size of that thing's army. It's huge."

"You're underestimating the people in this room," Chloe said quietly, turning to meet her gaze.

"No I wasn't," she replied honestly. "I was really just referring to myself. I don't think I'll make it through this."

"Yes, you will," Jo insisted.

"You go into war with that mentality, then it's gonna happen," Bobby pointed out, his wise eyes focused on Ava.

"No one here's going to die. Not if I can help it." Clark's voice was quiet, but determined and he looked up in time to catch Chloe's gaze.

She nodded very slightly in acknowledgement, then shifted her gaze to Dean. "We all have something worth living for."

Dean saw the look that passed between Chloe and Clark but ignored it. For her sake. Because his brother and sister in law aside, he had something to live for. Her. "Yes, we do," he agreed quietly.

She held his gaze for a long moment, soft smile touching her lips, eyes bright with determination. We can do this.

We have to, he thought and shot her a heated look. Gotta help me keep Sam's kid in check.

"If you two can focus," Sam whispered and rolled his eyes.

Dean fought the urge to smack his brother on the back of the head.

She grinned at Sarah, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze.

"We can make it through this if we work together." Sam looked around at everyone once more.

"Damn straight," Bart said with a grin.

Sarah smiled at Chloe. "Please don't tell me one of them's going to make some crack about the Three Musketeers or something."

Victor grinned. "All for one and one for all?"

"I stand corrected," she replied and hid her face between her dark hair so she could laugh.

"Let's do this." Jo's voice was quiet and she rose to her feet, determination in her eyes.

Standing up, Oliver took Jo by the hand. "Yeah, I'm with the beautiful blonde," he said with a smirk. "Let's go kick some demon ass."

"Mighty anxious to get your butt kicked," A.C. pointed out but stood and stretched his arms above his head in a stretch.

"That's because he's got the girl already," Victor pointed out. "Makes him a little cocky."

Chloe rose to her feet, moving over to Dean without even looking at anyone else. Wordlessly she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him softly, winding her arms around his neck.

Her kiss surprised him momentarily, but he put his hands on her waist and pulled her to him as he deepened the kiss. He sensed a confidence in her that hadn't been there before, and he reveled in it.

Clark saw their shared moment and smiled a little, peaceful for once. He got to his feet and looked at the rest of the gang. "Probably that time," he said and headed for the door.

"Let's go save the world." Bart grinned and followed him out the door, everyone else following except Chloe, Dean, Sarah and Sam.

Standing, Sarah went to Sam and grasped his hand. "Nice St. Crispin's Day speech," she said and pulled his face to hers in a tender kiss.

He smiled softly against her lips, returning the soft kiss. "You know we're gonna make it through this, right?"

"Damn straight we are," she whispered and brushed her lips against his once more. "We’re not going to let that demon touch any of us."

Chloe slowly pulled away from Dean, taking his hand and turning to look at Sarah and Sam wordlessly.

Dean coughed and squeezed Chloe's hand. "You two wanna take it someplace else? We can fight this without you if you need that extra special moment."

Sarah moved away from Sam and glared at Dean. "Remind me to kick your ass after I have this baby," she snarked.

"Bring it on," he smirked.

Chloe shook her head and looked at Sam, who smiled in amusement. "Think they'll ever get along?"

"About as likely as it is that I'll start dating Bart," she responded with a smirk.

"Hey!"

"We totally get along!"

"No way she's dating Bart!" Their voices rang out simultaneously.

Sam and Chloe both chuckled. "Come on. Let's get this done." Sam gazed at his brother.

"Waiting on you, little brother," Dean replied and, squeezing Chloe’s hand, led the way out the door and towards the Impala, where several other vehicles filled with passengers waited for them to hit the road.

We're gonna win this, he thought, straightening his shoulders as he took Sarah's hand.

They had to.