Fic: Savior 2/23 (Chloe/Dean) - PG13
Fic: Savior
Author: Angela_StJoan aka Blaire023
Rating: T
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 FB, I love it just as much as the next person.
Summary: Castiel believes Chloe can save Dean from himself. But can she really?
Chapter 2: Preparations
For four months Chloe prepared.
Spring ended and summer began. She watched tourists come and go through the city streets of Metropolis. The sweltering heat of a mid-July day had her running the treadmill in her apartment instead of her usual trek through the park. She was on her third mile when Castiel popped in, causing Chloe to squeal and jump up onto the side steps of the treadmill. Pressing her hand to her heart, she gasped for air.
“Christ, Castiel.” At his raised brow Chloe cleared her voice and muttered an apology.
Castiel looked around the bedroom as if he had never been there before, when he had shown up unannounced just last week. Chloe pressed buttons to turn the machine off. She got down off the treadmill and turned to Cas. “Is it time?” At Castiel’s questioning look she rolled her eyes dramatically. “For Dean?" When his eyes turned away Chloe deflated and sat down on the bed, patting the empty spot beside her. “What’s up this week, Cas?”
And then Castiel would tell her stories of angels and demons. Of life and death. But mostly, and she liked these ones best, he told her stories of the Winchesters. The two brothers that fought the things that went bump in the night.
Chloe would stop whatever she was doing and pull her legs up, get comfortable and listen to Castiel’s soothing monotone voice. Sometimes she fell asleep to the visions in her head that Cas’ story provoked.
She would dream of Wendigo’s and yellow or red eyed demons. Things that should be nightmares but weren’t. All because Dean was there with his sharp hazel eyes staring back at her. The warmth in his smile kept her safe. And when she would wake up with Castiel gone and images of Dean playing behind her eyes she’d get a sensation that she felt there was something huge missing from her life. She was afraid the missing piece was Dean Winchester. A man she had never met but knew better than her own friends. A man she was going to save.
**
Pontiac, Illinois
September brought chilly nights. Chloe locked her car and shifted her grocery bags to her hip. She made it halfway up the stairs to her apartment before Castiel appeared at her door, staring down at her, waiting.
Chloe looked at him expectantly as she climbed the last few steps. “Hey, slick. Next time a gal is struggling you could offer a hand.”
Castiel stepped back after Chloe dumped her bags of groceries into his arms. “Chloe, you are the most capable woman I know.” Chloe rolled her eyes but smiled.
“Doesn’t mean helping out would kill you.”
Castiel set the brown bags down on the counter. “It indeed would not. Only another angel may do that.”
Chloe pat Castiel on his hand and started putting food away. “So what’s up, Cas?”
When Castiel just stared past her shoulder at the wall behind her Chloe’s heart rate picked up. “Cas?” She moved until she was standing in front of him “Is it Dean? Is it time?”
When Castiel nodded his head once Chloe sighed in relief and smiled gratefully. She laughed and hit Castiel on the chest with the back of her hand. “Well it’s about damn time!” At Castiel’s pointed look Chloe rolled her eyes. “It’s just an expression.” Then her smile lit her face once more. “So?” she danced from foot to foot. “Can we go now?”
Cas looked back toward the wall, his brow furrowed, “Soon.”
Chloe’s body sagged in disbelief, “Seriously?”
Castiel stood up and walked toward the window. “First we need to find a way in.”
Chloe leaned against the counter near the stove and stared at Cas’ back. “We?” she barely choked out.
Castiel looked over his shoulder at her. “We will find a way to Dean; however, I will be the one to remove him.”
Chloe let out a relieved breath. She wanted to get to Dean. She had quit her job and moved across the country for that particular reason and acting on the faith of one complex angel. She had pretty much thrown her life to the side and learned everything from trained martial arts to the old and new testaments front to back. She was as prepared as she could possibly be for the upcoming apocalypse.
According to the angel, Sam was going to try his hardest to return to the light side but he would eventually fail. Chloe was going to be Dean’s right hand man. She would stand beside him, with him, when Sam couldn’t any more. She hoped with all her might that the angel was wrong and Sam came through. The thought of Sam Winchester, the man who had gotten a glimpse of heaven. Who could say he had genuinely experienced true love, failing and turning to the dark side made her chest ache for him. She knew of Ruby and Ruby’s thoughts of doing good. Unfortunately the demon would end up doing more harm than she could ever intentionally mean to do.
Castiel reminded her over the summer repeatedly she could not interfere. Chloe’s job in this was to let things play out as they naturally would. She was not allowed to try to save Sam. She was only around for Dean. Chloe accepted this fate. Chloe also accepted that when the time came, if she felt there was anything she could do for Sam, she would do it. Whether angels wanted her to or not.
First thing was first, though. They had to get Dean Winchester out of hell.
**
Meanwhile in Hell
Dean licked the blood from the corner of his mouth. The soul secured to the rack emitting only a low moan now. One side of Dean’s mouth kicked up. He appreciated every little moan and groan but what he really craved was the screams. The begging and pleading and the occasional bartering were a bonus.
Dean would pretend to listen to each soul as it tried to plead with him. He would pretend to consider what they offered. Because at that moment when they thought they could strike a deal was when their flesh was the ripest
The one on the rack now tried to lift its head. The tendons in its neck not quite able to support the struggle. “You were human once, you had a soul.”
Dean tipped his head back and roared with laughter. “That was ages ago,” Dean replied with a smirk. His fingers dug in to the rib bones and pulled until one dislocated. He tugged a little harder and looked down as the rib bone broke through the skin. The soul screamed in agony and Dean closed his eyes, breathing in deeply through his nose.
The metallic copper scent of blood made his throat swallow convulsively in pleasure.
He may have been human once. His eyes opened to reveal liquid pools of black that reflected the flames dancing around him. But that that part of him was long gone. Dean smiled, all teeth, and leaned forwards to lick the blood on the side of this man’s face. He groaned in ecstasy and dug his fingers deeper into the side of the soul on the rack. Human, Dean snorted derisively. Right.
TBC
Author: Angela_StJoan aka Blaire023
Rating: T
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 FB, I love it just as much as the next person.
Summary: Castiel believes Chloe can save Dean from himself. But can she really?
Chapter 2: Preparations
For four months Chloe prepared.
Spring ended and summer began. She watched tourists come and go through the city streets of Metropolis. The sweltering heat of a mid-July day had her running the treadmill in her apartment instead of her usual trek through the park. She was on her third mile when Castiel popped in, causing Chloe to squeal and jump up onto the side steps of the treadmill. Pressing her hand to her heart, she gasped for air.
“Christ, Castiel.” At his raised brow Chloe cleared her voice and muttered an apology.
Castiel looked around the bedroom as if he had never been there before, when he had shown up unannounced just last week. Chloe pressed buttons to turn the machine off. She got down off the treadmill and turned to Cas. “Is it time?” At Castiel’s questioning look she rolled her eyes dramatically. “For Dean?" When his eyes turned away Chloe deflated and sat down on the bed, patting the empty spot beside her. “What’s up this week, Cas?”
And then Castiel would tell her stories of angels and demons. Of life and death. But mostly, and she liked these ones best, he told her stories of the Winchesters. The two brothers that fought the things that went bump in the night.
Chloe would stop whatever she was doing and pull her legs up, get comfortable and listen to Castiel’s soothing monotone voice. Sometimes she fell asleep to the visions in her head that Cas’ story provoked.
She would dream of Wendigo’s and yellow or red eyed demons. Things that should be nightmares but weren’t. All because Dean was there with his sharp hazel eyes staring back at her. The warmth in his smile kept her safe. And when she would wake up with Castiel gone and images of Dean playing behind her eyes she’d get a sensation that she felt there was something huge missing from her life. She was afraid the missing piece was Dean Winchester. A man she had never met but knew better than her own friends. A man she was going to save.
**
Pontiac, Illinois
September brought chilly nights. Chloe locked her car and shifted her grocery bags to her hip. She made it halfway up the stairs to her apartment before Castiel appeared at her door, staring down at her, waiting.
Chloe looked at him expectantly as she climbed the last few steps. “Hey, slick. Next time a gal is struggling you could offer a hand.”
Castiel stepped back after Chloe dumped her bags of groceries into his arms. “Chloe, you are the most capable woman I know.” Chloe rolled her eyes but smiled.
“Doesn’t mean helping out would kill you.”
Castiel set the brown bags down on the counter. “It indeed would not. Only another angel may do that.”
Chloe pat Castiel on his hand and started putting food away. “So what’s up, Cas?”
When Castiel just stared past her shoulder at the wall behind her Chloe’s heart rate picked up. “Cas?” She moved until she was standing in front of him “Is it Dean? Is it time?”
When Castiel nodded his head once Chloe sighed in relief and smiled gratefully. She laughed and hit Castiel on the chest with the back of her hand. “Well it’s about damn time!” At Castiel’s pointed look Chloe rolled her eyes. “It’s just an expression.” Then her smile lit her face once more. “So?” she danced from foot to foot. “Can we go now?”
Cas looked back toward the wall, his brow furrowed, “Soon.”
Chloe’s body sagged in disbelief, “Seriously?”
Castiel stood up and walked toward the window. “First we need to find a way in.”
Chloe leaned against the counter near the stove and stared at Cas’ back. “We?” she barely choked out.
Castiel looked over his shoulder at her. “We will find a way to Dean; however, I will be the one to remove him.”
Chloe let out a relieved breath. She wanted to get to Dean. She had quit her job and moved across the country for that particular reason and acting on the faith of one complex angel. She had pretty much thrown her life to the side and learned everything from trained martial arts to the old and new testaments front to back. She was as prepared as she could possibly be for the upcoming apocalypse.
According to the angel, Sam was going to try his hardest to return to the light side but he would eventually fail. Chloe was going to be Dean’s right hand man. She would stand beside him, with him, when Sam couldn’t any more. She hoped with all her might that the angel was wrong and Sam came through. The thought of Sam Winchester, the man who had gotten a glimpse of heaven. Who could say he had genuinely experienced true love, failing and turning to the dark side made her chest ache for him. She knew of Ruby and Ruby’s thoughts of doing good. Unfortunately the demon would end up doing more harm than she could ever intentionally mean to do.
Castiel reminded her over the summer repeatedly she could not interfere. Chloe’s job in this was to let things play out as they naturally would. She was not allowed to try to save Sam. She was only around for Dean. Chloe accepted this fate. Chloe also accepted that when the time came, if she felt there was anything she could do for Sam, she would do it. Whether angels wanted her to or not.
First thing was first, though. They had to get Dean Winchester out of hell.
**
Meanwhile in Hell
Dean licked the blood from the corner of his mouth. The soul secured to the rack emitting only a low moan now. One side of Dean’s mouth kicked up. He appreciated every little moan and groan but what he really craved was the screams. The begging and pleading and the occasional bartering were a bonus.
Dean would pretend to listen to each soul as it tried to plead with him. He would pretend to consider what they offered. Because at that moment when they thought they could strike a deal was when their flesh was the ripest
The one on the rack now tried to lift its head. The tendons in its neck not quite able to support the struggle. “You were human once, you had a soul.”
Dean tipped his head back and roared with laughter. “That was ages ago,” Dean replied with a smirk. His fingers dug in to the rib bones and pulled until one dislocated. He tugged a little harder and looked down as the rib bone broke through the skin. The soul screamed in agony and Dean closed his eyes, breathing in deeply through his nose.
The metallic copper scent of blood made his throat swallow convulsively in pleasure.
He may have been human once. His eyes opened to reveal liquid pools of black that reflected the flames dancing around him. But that that part of him was long gone. Dean smiled, all teeth, and leaned forwards to lick the blood on the side of this man’s face. He groaned in ecstasy and dug his fingers deeper into the side of the soul on the rack. Human, Dean snorted derisively. Right.
TBC