Visiting Smallville: 10/21
Shimmer
“Come on; don’t tell me you’re afraid of needles?”
Dean frowned. “No, I’ve just had enough of hospitals.”
“Yeah...course.” Chloe laughed, passing a sheet over to him. “Just sign up, already.”
Dean shook his head, pushing the paper away. Sam rolled his eyes, picking the pen up and finding a time on the sheet, signing his name. Chloe grinned, opening their father’s journal to a marked page, her eyes darting across it.
“You know, this is really interesting reading...” she said, grinning across the table. “...if hunting fails, you could always make a horror movie.”
Dean raised an eyebrow. “We gave you that to read so you don’t get hurt if you ever come on a hunt with us again.”
“Which you won’t.” Sam added, laughing at her insulted expression.
“I don’t want to.” She laughed. “It’s a good read, not a good career choice.”
Dean rolled his eyes, looking up as Gabe came downstairs, glancing from the brothers to the journal to Chloe with a disappointed look in his eyes. Dean frowned, knowing that Gabe hadn’t been very happy with them since they had taken Chloe on a hunt, no matter how accidentally.
He walked over, snatching the journal from underneath Chloe’s hands. “That’s not suitable.” He snapped.
“I’m just reading... I’m not hunting anything in it!” Chloe protested.
“You’re just reading now.” Gabe said. “But you don’t want to get involved in hunting. It’s dangerous, and you hardly ever get out of it alive.”
He left the room and Chloe turned to the brother’s in shock. “What was that about?” she asked.
Sam shrugged, looking down at the table with guilt, upset that they had lost some of Gabe’s trust. Chloe grimaced, sitting with the brother’s in an awkward silence.
They started when Chloe’s mobile rang. She reached for it, checking the number and smiling. “Clark?” she answered, and Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah?... Oh my god. ...Yeah, I’ll be right there.” She hung up and Sam looked at her, questioningly. “Troy was attacked in the locker room.” She answered, looking excited. “By nothing. Whatever it was...it was invisible. We’re meeting Clark at the Beanery.”
Dean grimaced, but reached for his car keys, and walking over to the door. Chloe slipped outside, not even calling to tell her dad where she was going. Dean and Sam exchanged amused glances.
“Gabe!” Dean called, tossing Sam the keys. “We’re going to the Beanery.”
There was no reply, so Dean closed the door loudly and joined them in the car, quickly pulling away from the house and driving towards the Beanery.
They arrived and Chloe jumped out the car, running over to Clark and grabbing his arm. Clark smiled down at her, then stared at the brothers, clearly getting used to them being around Chloe. He simply rolled his eyes, then leant down to talk to Chloe quietly.
Sam rolled his eyes, but walked over to them, grinning as Chloe quickly questioned Clark over Troy’s attack.
“So you didn’t see anything?” she asked, letting Clark lead her through into the coffee shop, the brothers trailing behind them.
“By the time I got around the corner, Troy was already on the floor.” Clark answered, leading them over to a table.
“But you said he heard a voice.” Chloe questioned. “What about that?”
Clark laughed. “What are you thinking, Chloe, that the locker room’s haunted?”
Sam and Dean glanced at Clark in shock, but Chloe laughed. “Not unless the meteor rocks can conjure up the ghost of dearly departed jock straps, which I seriously doubt.”
Dean’s interest was diverted when a waitress started to clean their table, Sam rolled his eyes at his brother as Clark snorted. “Thank You.” He said to the waitress. “Well, it’s nice to see you still have your standards.”
“Yeah.”
Chloe grinned as Whitney and Lana walked into the Beanery, then went to the front counter. Lana tried to pass something to Whitney, but he shrugged her away.
“I don’t have time right now.” He said quietly.
Chloe turned to Clark with raised eyebrows, before leaning on her arms, trying to hear what was going on.
“Look, if you don’t want to help me with this blood drive, then say no.” Lana replied, looking angry.
“That’s not it.”
“That doesn’t look pretty.” Chloe said, whispering to Clark.
“Then what is it?” Lana asked.
“I really don’t want to talk about this right now, okay?” Whitney snarled.
“No, it’s not okay! You have been avoiding me for a week! Every time I ask you what’s wrong, you push me away. I’m worried about you.”
“Don’t be.” Growled Whitney. “I just need some space.”
“If that’s what you want, fine.” Lana spat. “But if you can’t even confide in me, I don’t even know why we’re going out in the first place.”
Lana stalked away, directly towards Clark. Chloe’s eyes widened and she glanced at the three men in shock. “Quick, pretend we weren’t watching!” she whispered, straightening up.
“Hey, Lana, how’s it going?” Clark asked, grinning up at her innocently.
Lana grimaced. “Not great, but thanks for pretending to be clueless.”
Chloe sniggered. “Would it cheer you up if we offered to volunteer a pint for tomorrow?” she asked.
“Let’s find out.” Lana smiled at her friend. “How about 9.45? That’s open.”
“Cool.” Chloe grinned. “And Sam and Dean need a time too.”
Sam nodded but Dean shook his head and Lana giggled. She signed Chloe and Sam up. “There, better already.” She said happily. “Clark? What time can we schedule you?” Clark looked down at the table, nervous. “We didn’t pick a time for you yet. When can I put you down?”
“Actually, I’m not sure.” Clark admitted. “Can I get back to you?”
“Sure. Not a problem.” Lana looked disappointed, but smiled anyway.
“Well, I mean, I figure I could help out. You know, sign people up, pass out cookies.”
“That’d be great.” Lana smiled properly this time, catching Clark’s eye and staring at him. Chloe fidgeted slightly, glancing between Clark and Lana. “Thanks.”
She walked away, and Chloe laughed weakly. “Bye.” She turned to Clark, eyebrow raised. “Okay, nice recovery, but am I to assume your offer to help isn’t completely without an ulterior motive?”
Clark rolled his eyes. “I’m just being a good friend.”
“Okay.”
Chloe clearly didn’t believe him. Clark frowned, standing up and walking out the Beanery. Chloe grimaced, then stood up, striding out. Sam and Dean exchanged frustrated glances, and then followed.
“Well, Chloe? That didn’t really help.” Dean said when they caught up with her. She spun round.
“I think you two should go round the school, with your EMF and video camera.” She said, and Dean grinned. “Just because we’re in Smallville, doesn’t mean that it’s free of ghosts and spirits and stuff.”
*
Chloe unlocked the door of the school, smiling at the brothers. “You guys are lucky the Principal trusts me with the keys.”
“Chloe, we’d have got in without you.” Dean said, plugging headphones into the EMF. “We’re not morons.”
“Yeah, right.” Chloe grinned. “And I suppose I’m waiting in the car.”
“You got it.”
Dean strode inside and Chloe was left with Sam. She turned to him, eyes wide. “Come on Sam. I can handle ghost-hunting at school. There’s probably nothing anyway.”
Sam shook his head, trying not to look her in the eye. “Sorry, your dad’s already mad at us. What if there is something and it gets you.”
Chloe rolled her eyes and snatched the camera out his hand. She giggled as Sam glanced up in shock, running after Dean before he could react. Sam grimaced, walking down after them. Chloe glanced back at him, grinning.
She stopped, confused. “Sam?” she called, and Dean turned round, an angry look in his eyes. “How do you put this on night vision?”
Sam rushed over to her, leaning over to her to reach the camera in her hand. He pressed a button and the screen turned blue. She smiled and Sam blushed, moving away from her.
She grinned and continued into the school. Dean turned to Sam with raised eyebrows. “Weak.” He said, shaking his head at his brother. “Weak.”
They walked further into the school. Chloe paused, passing the camera back to Sam and glancing into the Torch office. “The printer’s jammed.” She moaned. “Meet you here?”
Dean nodded. “Be careful.” Sam said and Chloe rolled her eyes.
They walked away, Sam watching the video camera intently. They scoured the school, but the EMF device didn’t go off once. Dean grimaced, finally pushing into the boys’ locker room.
Still nothing.
“There’s nothing here.” Dean said. “Chloe was right. It’s probably just meteor rocks.”
Sam frowned, leading Dean out the locker room and back to the Torch. Chloe glanced up from the printer and pulled her hand away from where the ink cartridge was. “Nothing?” she asked, wiping her hand against a table, ink staining the wood. “Well, I’m glad. Sam? Put your hand in here for me, would you?”
Dean sniggered.
*
Chloe waved at Dean and Sam as they pulled away from Smallville High, then she strode into school. She headed immediately to the Torch, spotting Clark sitting at the computer, a wad of paper held in his hand.
“What’s that?” she asked and Clark looked up at her with a smile.
“I was at Lex’s last night and his girlfriend, Victoria, saw a door shaking and beaming with light. When Lex and I tried to get in, it shook harder. Finally we got inside.” Clark narrated, Chloe sinking into the chair opposite him. “And the room, it was all dark, but someone had painted things like ‘Leave’ on the walls.”
Chloe smirked. “Sounds exciting.” Clark shot her a look, but handed her one of the pictures. She scanned it, going to pin it up on the wall. “Doesn’t leave much room for interpretation.”
“It was pretty weird.” Clark admitted, letting Chloe lean against him as she examined the other photos. “I mean, the door was shaking. When we got close, it blew open.”
Chloe raised an eyebrow. “Maybe it was a draught.”
“Lex said he felt something brush past him.”
“Maybe his Scottish castle came complete with a Poltergeist.”
“Well, Police say its vandals. They don’t know many ghosts who write in spray paint and own a black light.”
Chloe nodded in agreement, pinning up the remaining pictures and turning to Clark with an interested expression. “So, how’s the blood drive going?”
“Actually, Lana and I are getting together tonight.” Clark grinned happily and Chloe breathed in sharply.
“At her place?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s very romantic.” Drawled Chloe, gazing at Clark with slight jealousy. “Just remember Clark, once you cross that line, you can’t hide behind the cloak of friendship anymore.” She grinned slightly, trying to joke. “Proceed with caution.”
Clark nodded, and Chloe stood up, walking out the room.
*
Dean smiled disarmingly at the female security guard at the gate of the Luthor Mansion, Sam standing beside him. She blushed, opening the gate and allowing them into the grounds. Dean winked at her in thanks, striding through, Sam at his heels.
They’d never been in the mansion before so they walked slowly through the house, casting amazed glances round each room. They approached a large wooden door, hands hovering over where their guns were.
They stopped when the doors opened and a curvy brunette stepped through. She glanced round; her eyes narrowed, then closed the door. Then she turned, catching sight of Sam and Dean.
“Who are you?” she asked, in a posh English accent. “Are you the police?”
Sam nodded, but Dean pasted on a flirtatious grin. “Yes, I’m ... Steve Harris.” He flashed his fake badge. “We heard about the vandalism last night from a Clark Kent. He wanted to make sure everything was alright.”
She grinned; one eyebrow raised as she scanned Dean’s body, and then scanned Sam’s. “I’m Victoria Hardwick.”
Dean grinned. “Nice to meet you.”
Sam rolled his eyes as she blushed. “Well, I have to go. I’m going to change for bed.”
Dean smirked, watching as she walked away. Sam sighed, walking further down another corridor, not waiting for Dean to follow. They were walking for a while, looking slightly in different rooms. After some time, Dean pulled the EMF from his pocket and turned it on, noting how it didn’t pick up on anything.
“Nothing, Sammy.”
Sam rolled his eyes, turning round and stopping when he saw a young blonde girl staring at him. “Hi?”
“What are you doing here?” she snapped, her voice high-pitched.
“We’re investigating last night.” Sam answered promptly, sensing his brother step up behind him. “Who are you?”
“Amy.” She answered quickly. “I work here.”
“Really?” Sam asked. “Did you see anything?”
“No.” She answered, rubbing her arm slightly.
Sam glanced at her wrist, confused and she frowned, hiding her arm behind her back. “Are you sure?”
“Does Lex know you’re here?” she asked, nasally. Sam tensed and she noticed, raising her eyebrows. “Are you even police?”
Dean grimaced, stepping in. “Lex doesn’t know, he was in a meeting. We did tell Victoria though.”
Her expression changed immediately into livid glare. “Well, that’s alright then.” She growled, stepping past the brothers and stalking away. They watched her going, exchanging glances as her voice echoed down the corridors. “Victoria doesn’t deserve him.”
*
“Nothing?” Chloe asked, walking into the empty Torch office. “God, I was hoping it was a Poltergeist.”
“I wasn’t.” Dean deadpanned and Chloe giggled.
“Anyway, I’ll look into Amy. See you at home.” She said, hearing Dean say goodbye, Sam echoing the words from nearby.
She grinned, hanging up, eyebrows furrowing at the whirring of her computer. She walked over, reading over the website that was blaring from the monitor. “Amlodipine?” she muttered.
Confused, she sat down in front of the computer, examining the desk, finding a small post-it note. It had two words on it, written in Clark’s writing. She frowned. “Whitney - Amlodipine?” she read.
She grimaced, reading through the article on screen, and then printing it off. She sat still for a few moments. “I shouldn’t.” She whispered, then groaned, grabbing the papers, logging off and running down the hallway.
She stopped at the end of the hallway, peering into the cafeteria and seeing Whitney sitting there all by himself. She hesitated, then walked inside, sitting opposite the Quarterback.
He glanced up, confused. “Sullivan?”
“You know my name.” She said, her eyes slightly wide. “I just...I found this in the Torch.”
He frowned, grabbing the papers off her and scanning them. “Why did you look into this?” he snarled.
“I didn’t. Clark did.” She said, softening her voice. “It’s for high blood pressure.”
Whitney’s eyes filled with tears and Chloe glanced round, embarrassed. “It’s my dad.” He admitted. “He’s been in Metropolis all week, for tests.” His eyes widened, as if he had just realised he was talking to the editor of the Torch. “The doctors don’t know if he’s going to be okay.”
“I’m sure it’s going to be alright.” Chloe said, feeling awkward. “It’s all off-record. I was just giving you a heads-up.”
Whitney had tensed at the ‘off-record’ comment. “Stay out of my life.” He growled, ripping up the papers. “I don’t even know you.”
Chloe glanced down, understanding Whitney’s anger.
“Chloe?”
She looked up when Sam’s voice echoed through the cafeteria. Whitney looked up, staring from Chloe to the Winchesters in the cafeteria doorway.
“Sullivan. My life is off limits.” Whitney whispered, angry, then stood up. He left.
Chloe stood up, staring at the brother’s in confusion. “Why are you here?”
“Sam couldn’t wait.” Dean started before Sam could answer. “He was already missing you.”
Chloe laughed as Sam hit Dean, shaking his head at her. “Well, it’s around six and I figured you’d probably need a lift.”
Chloe grinned at them, impressed. “Dean, you’re lucky you have Sam.” She said, walking over to join them and linking her arm with Sam’s. “At least he thinks ahead.”
*
Chloe woke up early, slipping downstairs, eyes widening when she saw Sam leaning on the kitchen table.
“Sam?” she asked. “What are you doing up?”
“I was looking for a possible explanation for this invisible man.” He answered, rubbing his eyes.
“Well?” she asked, joining him at the table. “Anything?”
“Poltergeist - but we’ve already ruled out anything supernatural.” He said. “I just find it so hard to believe that meteors can even do this.”
Chloe nodded. “No, I agree with you. Just, it is always the meteors.”
“I was even going for demonic possession - but then I remembered the EMF would have detected that.”
“Demons can possess people?” Chloe gaped and Sam nodded. “Who would it be? Lex’s fling?”
“What? That Victoria?” Sam shook his head. “No, his freaky servant.”
Chloe raised an eyebrow, starting when her phone rang. She glanced, confused, at Sam before picking it up.
“Clark?...What?...It’s a bit early, isn’t it?...Yeah, I know, you live on a farm...” She cast an exasperated glance at Sam, but the effect was ruined when she smiled fondly as Clark continued to talk into her ear. “What?...She almost died?...Yeah, yeah, I’ll see you there.”
She hung up. “Clark has a lead on the whole invisible man thing.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “And I’m guessing he wants to meet at the Torch.”
“Yeah, you coming?” she asked.
Sam nodded. “I’ll wake Dean, then we’ll take the Impala.”
Chloe grinned as he walked up the stairs. Soon enough, Dean was staggering down the stairs, Impala keys dangling from his fingers.
“Leave it to Kent to wake me this early.” He groaned, but shrugged on his jacket and stepped out into the cool air.
They got quickly to the school and Chloe opened the door, leading them the now familiar route to the Torch office. Clark spun round in his chair, grinning inanely up at them when they entered. His smile didn’t even falter when he saw the brothers, obviously having expected them.
“Whatever it is tried to kill someone.” Clark said, and Chloe’s jaw dropped, rushing over to her best friend. “Victoria Hardwick. She was nearly drowned.” Clark lifted a plastic bag up onto the desk and emptied out pieces of broken glass. “And it was definitely a someone not a something.”
“What makes you say that?” Dean asked, stepping closer to the table.
Clark picked up one piece of glass, examining it and then showing it to Chloe. “That’s definitely blood.”
Chloe turned on the sidelight, glancing at Sam with frustration. “Doesn’t exactly fit the Casper paradigm.” She agreed. “Which means that whoever attacked you and Victoria in the bathroom was...” she sighed. “...invisible.” She took the mirror pieces from Clark, lifting it closer to her eyes and scanning them. She frowned. “What’s this green stuff?”
Sam and Dean stepped closer as she ran her fingers over the sides of the mirror, then sniffed them. “Smells like roses.” She noted, and they nodded, unsure how this helped.
Sam stepped closer when Chloe’s eyes widened. “Uh...Clark?” she whispered, holding her hand up so everyone could see them.
Her finger tips were invisible. Sam reached for her hand, turning it over in his hand, amazed.
“What happened?” Clark asked in shock.
“I just touched it.” Chloe said, allowing Sam to stop examining her hand, not noticing how he was just holding it. “Now I’m officially weirded out. What is this?”
“I don’t know.” Clark said, picking up the green-tinted shard. “But if you rubbed that all over you’d be...”
“Naked?” interrupted Chloe, not seeing how both Sam and Clark gulped.
“You’d be invisible.” Clark finished.
Chloe reached for a spare piece of paper and rubbed her fingers, removing the green dust and watching as her fingers came back into view.
“Okay,” Chloe smirked. “So what’s the next course of action? Do we call the police?”
“And report an invisible person?” Clark asked, incredulous. “We need a viable suspect.”
“Well, who’s got a problem with Lex’s British fling?” Chloe asked.
“Not me.” Dean said, smirking lecherously.
Clark stared, disgusted, before continuing. “Amy Palmer.”
“Yeah, her parents are on the mansion’s staff.” Chloe said, and Sam’s eyes widened. “Sam and I already suspected her.” She whispered, not adding ‘as a victim of demonic possession’.
“Amy said she saw Victoria snooping around Lex’s bedroom.” Clark mentioned. “She said Victoria didn’t see her.”
“No wonder.” Chloe grinned. “Wait, didn’t Amy give blood?”
Clark glanced at her, and then nodded. “3.45, station B.”
“Whoa.” Chloe said, eyes wide. “You have a freakishly good memory.” Dean glared, watching Clark intently, suspicious of the tall freshman once again. “Okay, I’ll get the blood type on the broken piece of glass and check it against Amy’s.”
“Great.” Clark smiled at Chloe. “Call me later?”
Chloe grinned up at him. “Top of my speed dial.”
Dean rolled his eyes as Sam tensed his jaw. Chloe turned to them, eyes widened innocently. “Guys…”
“What?” Dean asked. “Got a job for us?”
“It’s maybe not your sort of thing, but…” Chloe smirked. “I was thinking you should look round the Luthor grounds. Amy lives there, so it’s probably where she got the meteor dust from.”
Dean grimaced, but nodded, watching as his brother grabbed a bloodless piece of glass, examining the green material.
“It looks more like pollen to me.” Sam said, thoughtfully. “Chloe?”
She frowned, re-examining it before nodding. “You’re right. So while you’re in the garden look for a meteor infected rose.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Seriously?” he asked. “As this goes on, it’s getting even less believable.”
Chloe raised an eyebrow, amused. “And that’s coming from a ghost hunter?”
*
Sam flung himself over the large metal fence surrounding LuthorCorp, and then waited for his brother to do the same. Dean grinned when he landed, striding along a garden path. Sam followed, glancing round. He paused, catching sight of a small set of cottages pasted to the side of the castle.
“Dean.” He called, waiting for his brother to turn round.
Dean turned, confused, following Sam’s stare. “Right, check the servant’s quarters.”
He stepped off the path onto the perfect lawn, and jogged across. Sam quickly checked that no one was looking, then followed. Surrounding the cottages were many small gardens. Dean rifled through them, occasionally pulling flowers or grass out.
Sam whacked his brother’s arms, watching him stop destroying the plants. Dean stepped back, allowing Sam to check the garden as he tried to peer through the windows.
Sam reached round the garden, checking different leafs and petals. He brushed against a few plants, but didn’t falter. Dean turned round. “Sam?” he asked, hoping to see if he’d found anything. Then he frowned, running over to Sam and pulling his arm away from the garden. “Sammy?”
Sam pulled his arm away. “What?”
“You have an invisible spot on your arm.” Dean said, watching as Sam’s eyes widened and he raised his arm in front of his eyes. He swore, getting down onto his knees and searching through the shorter plants. Dean grabbed a plant, raising it to Sam’s eyes. “What about this?”
“That’s a fern.” Sam answered, still searching.
Sam’s eyes widened as he caught sight of a bright green rose. He plucked it, handing to Dean.
“Aw, you shouldn’t have.” Dean sighed, before grinning at his brother’s annoyed stare and snatching the rose from Sam’s hand. “Well?”
“That’s the colour of the meteor rocks.” Sam told him, running a finger across the stigma of the rose, then raising his hand and grinning when he saw the pad of his finger was invisible. “Got it.”
*
Chloe pulled up in the Kent’s dirt road and climbed out her father’s car. She hoped that the brother’s had her message and would meet her there, but she didn’t have a lot of time. She stepped into the barn, easily able to hear Clark upstairs. She walked slowly, pausing when Clark’s mother suddenly spoke.
“How’d it go with Lana?” she had asked.
“We’re still friends.” Clark answered, sounding depressed.
“Are you okay with that?”
“No...but I think it’s the right call for now.”
Chloe grimaced, finally climbing the stairs and pasting on a wide grin. “Hello!” she chirped. “Hey, Mrs Kent.”
“Hi, Chloe.” Martha said, “I’ll see you later.”
Chloe sat next to Clark as Martha left, hearing Clark’s mom greet someone before she left the barn. Sam and Dean were soon at the top of the stairs, a green flower in their hands. Clark winced, suddenly looking ill.
“Can you put that away?” he groaned, and Sam and Dean exchanged confused glances. “Hay Fever.”
Sam frowned, but put it in a drawer in Clark’s desk, watching him straighten up. Chloe chose not to comment on the fact that Clark had never had Hay Fever before, instead moving closer to Clark to allow Sam to join them on the sofa. Dean sat on the coffee table.
“Okay,” Chloe started, glancing down shyly as the three men turned to stare at her. “So, bad news on the Dracula front. The drop of blood found on the mirror was Type A. Amy’s a Type O.”
Clark scowled. “But she had a shrine to Lex in her room.”
“What?” Dean asked. “How do you know that?”
“I told Lex about our suspicions and he checked out her family’s cottage.” Clark explained.
“She may be a little Lex obsessed but she’s not the one that tried to off Victoria.” Chloe sighed, while Dean smirked at Victoria’s name. “Check the paper.”
Chloe handed a sheet over to Clark, who scanned it quickly. “Well, Amy’s blood type doesn’t match but look at Jeff’s.”
“Jeff?” Sam asked, not having even heard of a Jeff.
“Her brother.” Chloe answered. “He’s always been so quiet.”
“Practically invisible.” Clark said, eyes wide as he stood up. “I’ll catch up with you later.”
Clark ran out the barn, leaving Chloe alone with the Winchesters. She sighed, leaning against the sofa and staring at where Clark had just been sitting.
Sam laid a hand on her shoulder and her eyes flicked towards him. She grinned weakly. “You should probably go check the Luthor mansion. Amy might have gone, but her brother’s still around.”
*
Once again, Sam and Dean found themselves at the Luthor Mansion front gate. However, unlike last time, there was no security. Dean frowned.
“For a billionaire, he really has poor security.” Dean commented. “Not that I’m complaining.”
Sam chuckled, forcing the gates apart and stepping inside. They followed the drive up to the wooden front door. They pushed through, striding quickly through the long hallways, and up towards the wooden doors where they had met Victoria.
The doors were open.
Clark stood in the middle of the room, staring round with an intense look on his face. Sam raised his gun, hiding in the doorway, Dean on the other side, able to see every move Clark made.
“Jeff...What happened?” Clark asked.
“Chemistry, Kent.” Came a harsh voice from an empty corner of the room. “Some plants don’t absorb light. They refract it. I found a weird green rose on the grounds and I studied it. And then I used the oils to become what I’ve always been...to Lex.” Clark turned, staring and the brothers followed his gaze to the fallen body of Lex Luthor lying on the floor. “To the people at school, to everyone.”
Sam loaded his gun as a mace rose from the wall and was swung towards Clark’s face. It hit him, but shattered into millions of shards, not even scratching the freshman’s face. Dean tensed, amazed and incredulous as Sam tightened his grip on the gun, scared to drop it.
“That’s right.” Jeff hissed, from another part of the room. “I’ve heard Luthor talk about you like you’re something special. Well, I’m special too.”
Clark suddenly started choking and pawing at his neck.
“He’s choking him.” Sam whispered to Dean, readying himself to step out and reveal himself to Clark and Jeff. “Remember, we don’t want to kill Jeff, we just want to scare him.”
Dean nodded, pausing as Clark thrust an elbow back, and suddenly breathed heavily. He turned, watching as the scaffolding lining the room shook and a paint tin fell, opening and spilling yellow paint. It covered the invisible body of Jeff, dripping over the contours of his face and allowing everyone to see Jeff’s upper torso.
Clark ran over to Lex, helping him up. Dean grimaced, running down the corridor, Sam on his heels before anyone could see them.
They stopped outside the gate to catch their breath. “What the hell is Kent?” Dean breathed and Sam shrugged. “It’s not normal. We should check for demonic possession for giving him all that super-strength and other powers.”
“It’s Smallville.” Sam agreed. “But he might just be a super-powered meteor freak.”
“Why don’t we write down what he does in dad’s journal, see if we can figure it out?” Dean scoffed. “I mean, we haven’t seen a freak with more than one power. It’s about as likely as him being an alien."
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