Fic: Savior 1/23 (Chloe/Dean) - PG13
Fic: Savior
Author: Angela_StJoan aka Blaire023
Rating: T/PG13
Pairing: SV/SPN - Chloe/Dean
Disclaimer: We all know I don’t own the characters. If I did…the possibilities would be endless.
Spoilers: SV - None/SPN - Season 4
A/N: I know this has been done before (HUGE fan of Crossing Kansas) but I’ve had this done for a while now - about 10 out of 23 chapters are already typed up and being edited and decided that I would go ahead and post it. Please leave feedback! I love it just as much as the next person.
Summary: Castiel believes Chloe can save Dean from himself. But can she really?
Chapter 1: Visitor
The day Dean Winchester died started out like any other normal day for Chloe Sullivan. Not that the word ‘normal’ meant much in Chloe’s world.
Morning of May 2nd
Chloe woke up with the mother of all headaches. She had tossed and turned all night, images of skeletal faces flashing from behind her eyelids. She vaguely remembered a man running down an alley from something she couldn’t see. He had looked panicked, though, his hazel eyes wide and terrified. She recalled reaching for him and calling out his name. Now that she was awake though she couldn’t place his name and she was losing the mental image of his face. His eyes were the only clear image of his features.
Chloe scrubbed her face with her hands. Due to her unusual job she was prone to keep aspirin on her nightstand. She reached over blindly and found the bottle, uncapped it and shaking a few into her hand she took a deep breath before popping the pills into her mouth and swallowing dry. She piled the pillows behind her and leaned back on the ornately carved headboard. Flowers and vines surrounded her, intricately and painstakingly carved by hand. It was her single most favorite piece of furniture she owned.
She knew it was extravagant; a California king for her petite frame, but it suited her perfectly. Chloe was just drifting back to sleep when an ear piercing noise had her clutching her hands to her ears. She cringed, gritted her teeth together and felt the room shake around her.
“Stop!”
The command was a weak one and Chloe squeezed her eyes shut, listening to the mirror in her bathroom splinter and fall to the ground. She sucked in a deeper breath and screamed as loud as she could,
“STOP!”
The noise stopped as quickly as it had started up. Chloe blinked her eyes open slowly, nearly afraid to move her hands from her ears. The silence was nearly as deafening as the shrieking had been.
Chloe’s hands shook, her whole body trembling as she slowly lowered her hands. Her eyes darted around the room, trying to find the origin of the noise. When she found just herself in her room alone she closed her eyes and pressed her fingers into the sockets.
A warm hand on her ankle had her emitting her own shriek as she back pedaled in the sheets until she was as close to the headboard as she could get.
“Who the hell are you,” Chloe demanded frantically, tucking her feet under her in a semi crouching pose should she need to make a run for it.
“Chloe, I am Castiel.”
Chloe stared at the freak accountant in front of her.
“Yeah, and?” When Castiel continued to stare at her as if she should know him she added, “Is that supposed to mean something to me?”
Hours later Chloe paced back and forth in her bedroom, “I don’t understand. You tell me about this Dean Winchester and that I can ultimately save him. You tell me he traded his life for his brother. That he only got one year and that year ends today. And then you tell me I can save him, but not today?” She stopped in front of the ‘angel’, her hands on her hips. Her satin night gown rode low over her cleavage and high on her thighs. Castiel had to be an angel or batting for the other team, he hadn’t once glanced away from her face.
In response to Chloe’s re-captioning of what he had explained to her he nodded carefully. “Yes. You cannot interfere at this moment. You must wait for his resurrection.”
Chloe shoved her hands through her hair and tugged lightly in frustration. “Castiel,” She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned down until her face was even with his, “take me to him now.”
When Castiel just shook his head ever so slowly Chloe shook him hard, his body whipping back and forth. “You have to let me try!” When Castiel put his hands on her arms she stopped shaking him. “Please, Cas.” Her voice broke and she let tears for a man she didn’t know fall from her eyes. Castiel’s eyes warmed in response. “Give me a chance,” she begged, “That’s all I’m asking.”
Castiel stood, making Chloe back up to get out of his way. “Chloe, I did not tell you this for you to save Dean now. No one can save Dean now. The hell hounds will come for him. He will be sent to hell.”
Chloe pressed a fist to her mouth and sobbed. Those penetrating hazel eyes of Dean’s filling her blurred vision. “Why? Why then? Why tell me about him now?” Chloe said through her sobs.
Castiel placed his hands on her shoulders. He didn’t move when Chloe stepped forward and rested her head against his chest. Her breath shuddered out of her as she asked once again, “Why tell me now, Cas?”
Castiel came as close to sighing as he was capable of imitating, “I am telling you now so that we can plan. We must be prepared for when the time comes.”
Chloe rocked her head against Castiel’s chest. “What about Sam,” she asked in a watery voice.
Castiel cocked his head as if listening to something Chloe could not hear. “Sam will be lost,” he confirmed. “It has been foreseen that no matter what we do, his path will not alter.” Chloe pulled back, eyes wide.
“You don’t - can’t mean that.”
Castiel cocked his head the other way, watching Chloe twist her hands in front of her. “He cannot be saved. He wants to be good. But ultimately he can never be.”
Chloe backed up until she hit the wall, then leaned heavily against it. “So what do I do now?” she asked, resigned.
Castiel moved to sit atop the plush bed. “We wait.”
TBC