Two Guys, a Girl and a Chevy Impala: Fic 19: Guide You Home (1/?)
Title: Two Guys, a Girl and a Chevy Impala
Fic 19: Guide You Home
Authors: xtremeroswellia and clarksmuse
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: SO not ours. But we still dream!!
Finding the motorcycle had been easy. Bobby never mentioned he'd been hiding a Harley out back in one of his sheds. It wasn't like he'd miss it, either. Based on the condition of the bike itself, Bobby clearly hadn't used it in months.
But her engine roared proudly in his ears when he started the engine, and Dean had no doubt as he sped out of Bobby's driveway that he'd find Chloe. Something told him she was moving east. The two word letter he'd found on one of Bobby's tables in the living room -- Forgive me - that tipped him off. He ducked his head down and stared ahead at the open road behind dark sunglasses. He felt certain she was headed back for her family... her other family.
Dean didn't care what it took. He was going to find her and bring her back. Somehow. The world had been dark since he'd found her gone. He clenched his jaw and focused on the road. He only hoped Sam and Sarah would understand why he had to leave them behind.
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Sarah watched Dean shoot out of the driveway, leaving dust behind him. She frowned in dismay. "You know, Sam, I think a lot of Dean, but this time he's gone too far. Your brother can be a real pain sometimes."
Sam stared after him, his heart heavy. "This is a bad idea."
"Let's go after him," she stated and glanced at him. "He shouldn't be doing this alone." The fact that Chloe had taken off without telling anyone worried her greatly. There was no telling where she'd go... or what she might do to herself. Sarah shuddered at the mere thought.
He reached out and put a hand on her shoulder, feeling torn. "We can't," he murmured, knowing exactly why Dean had left them behind and took off on his own.
"Why not?" she whispered and lifted forlorn eyes at him.
He turned to gaze at her. "Because we have to get everything ready for the spell."
"Is the full moon really that close?" she whispered, eyes wide.
"Yes, it is," Bobby stated as he strode in. "Gonna tell me why you need a spell and the full moon?" He zeroed in on Sam.
Sam met his friend's eyes. "Because we're going to do a spell to protect Sarah and the baby from that yellow eyed bastard."
Bobby looked concerned. "What's it got planned?"
Sarah glanced over at the older man for a moment. "The thing wants my baby. Why, we don't exactly know."
"What kind of spell is it?"
"An ancient protection ritual," Sam responded shortly, not about to let Bobby detour him from doing the spell to protect his family. Or what was left of it.
"So you got everything you need to perform it? You know just what time to perform it?" Bobby crossed his arms.
Sarah swiveled around on one foot, her eyes sparking with anger and anxiety. "Maybe we do, and maybe we don't. What's it to you, anyway?" The fact that Bobby was asking questions made her suspicious. He could be housing that damn demon again, for all she knew.
"Because if a spell like you're talking about isn't done just perfectly, it could have catastrophic consequences that would make that yellow eyed bastard look harmless," Bobby responded evenly.
Sam looked down at the ground.
Sarah blinked in surprise and grasped Sam's hand. "So what are you saying?"
"That if you don't have everything just right, things'll go to hell quicker'n you can blink." Bobby crossed the room to a large cabinet. "And if you tell me what you need, I can probably supply it."
Sam drew in a breath, gave her hand a gentle squeeze and turned to watch Bobby. "The only big thing I don't have yet is lamb's blood."
Bobby smirked and threw open the cabinet that housed most of his secret stashes of everything a hunter needed to survive. He grabbed a small book and turned to Sam and Sarah. "There's a local supplier of lamb's blood in the next town. Apparently there's a market for ritualistic blood."
Sarah looked down, slightly ashamed, and nodded. She bit her lip for a moment. "Then I guess we need to do this."
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. You don't have to do this part. Let me take care of it, he thought, feeling her uncertainty, anxiety.
No, I need to go with you, she thought back and moved into his warmth. I need to know what's going to happen. I'm just worried...
Worried about what? he asked gently, circling his arms around her and pulling her closer.
"Chloe," she whispered out loud and rubbed her face into his chest. "I'm so worried about her I can't think straight."
Sam drew in a breath and rested his chin on top of her head, his own hazel eyes filled with worry. "I know," he murmured. "Me too."
"So let me go with you?" She knew they had work to do to get this spell ready for midnight on the full moon, five days from now, and thinking about what Chloe and Dean might be experiencing alone scared her. With the yellow-eyed demon out there still, with the threat of the impending army looming over their heads, their little family split in two troubled her to her soul.
He nodded a little, unable to deny her anything, sensing her need to be a part of this every step of the way. "Of course," he whispered, planting a kiss against her forehead. He just hoped wherever they were, Chloe and Dean were safe.
Bobby cleared his throat to remind them of his presence. "So you two going to play kissy-face all day or are we gonna go?"
Sarah blushed and backed away from Sam. "Kissy-face? I didn't think you knew the meaning of the word, Bobby." She spoke to Bobby but never took her eyes from Sam's face.
Sam rolled his eyes at Bobby's remark. "We should get going," he agreed, taking Sarah's hand in his own.
Bobby couldn't help but chuckle. "Come on, you're driving," he told Sam and eyed the Impala.
Sarah shut her eyes for a second, the image of Dean leaving his beloved car behind a testament to his state of mind.
"I know," he murmured against her hair as he led her toward the door, his own heart pained at the thought. He'll come back. They both will.
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Two days later...
Chloe stared blankly out the passenger window of the blue Ford pickup she'd caught a ride in back in Iowa. The driver was a guy about her dad's age, and she could hear his concerned thoughts plain as day. How he wanted to make sure she was somewhere safe rather than just dropping her off. He had a daughter around her age. Lea. How frightening the idea of Lea hitchhiking was.
When the truck pulled to a stop in front of a cafe, she blinked a couple of times and slowly turned her head to look at him. "Thanks for the ride. My aunt will meet me from here." She flashed him what she hoped was a reassuring smile.
The man gave her a concerned frown. "You sure? Because I've still got a ways to go and can drop you off anywhere..."
"No, you've been a wonderful help. Thank you," she said softly, picking up her duffel bag and sliding out of the passenger seat. "Have a safe trip."
He nodded and watched her walk into the diner. Something nagged in the back of his mind that she was on the run, and maybe he should call the police. Instead, he put his truck into gear and drove off.
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Chloe slumped into the first available booth, tiredly ordering a coffee. She wasn't sure which was more exhausting: running away or keeping Dean, Sam and Sarah carefully blocked from her mind. She hadn't kept any of them shut out for this long a time period before, and it was starting to wear on her.
The thought of them sent fiery, aching pains through her heart, and it was all she could do to choke back a sob. Pressing a hand to her face, she forced herself to draw in a deep breath and let it out slowly. She had no right to miss them, especially not Dean. Not after she'd slept with Clark.
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Sioux City, Iowa...
Dean stopped at the first internet cyber cafe thing he could find when he got into town and immediately instigated a search for Chloe, trying to track her movements. He'd been calling to her mentally during the hard ride east but was only greeted with silence. Deafening silence that spoke volumes.
It took several minutes to access Chloe's account for her cell phone, and he swore inwardly that when this was all said and done, he'd get Chloe to teach him the finer points of computer hacking. Or Sam, if he couldn't find her... He bit back the shudder that ran through him. No, Dean thought. I'm going to find her and make her understand. None of that had been Chloe, and he'd been an ass to think she had fully understood that.
He glanced at the computer screen and swore out loud, ignoring the curious looks from the other patrons. Her cell wasn't on, so that venue had proven useless. Dean stood up heavily and, grabbing a coffee to go, headed for the bike. He was going to follow his gut for the moment, until he could find a means to access her records.
Dean believed she was going back to Smallville. Where else would she go?
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Sam lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, tired but unable to sleep. He knew Sarah wasn't any closer to slumber than he was and he reached out and gently placed a hand on her stomach.
Sarah was nervous, sleep eluding her. Scared beyond imagining, especially considering this time tomorrow they would embark on a dangerous, unstable spell that could, at best, maybe protect them and, according to Bobby, potentially kill them all. She shuddered inwardly, feeling only a little reassured by Sam's gentle touch on her body. She unconsciously scooted closer to him and nuzzled his neck a little. "I'm scared," she voiced quietly.
"I know," he murmured, turning his head toward her and pressing a kiss against her hair.
She leaned up on one arm and gazed down into his eyes intently. "Makes it worse that... I can't... sense Chloe. She's not... answering me." Her face fell into sorrow, her free hand tracing slow patterns on his naked chest.
He was silent for a moment, feeling the weight of her sadness blending with his own. "She's not answering me either. Or Dean." He stroked her hair gently.
Leaning into his touch, Sarah whispered, "Has he called you? Anything?"
"He's checking in every few hours." He tapped his index finger against his temple and let out a breath. "Mostly to let me know he's all right. So far though..." He shook his head a little. "He thought she headed back to Smallville, but Lois hasn't seen or heard from her."
"That doesn't mean Chloe's not going to show up on her doorstep," she pointed out and smoothed the frown lines from his forehead. "How does he... sound?"
"Frustrated. Tired. She's done a good job of avoiding him," he murmured. "Hasn't used any credit cards or even turned her cell phone on."
Sarah smiled and kissed Sam gently. "That's what happens when you're in love with a Winchester. You tend to pick up his habits and traits."
"Promise me you'll never take off like that," he said quietly, gazing into her eyes.
"I won't," she whispered seriously and slipped her hand down his cheek. "Wild horses and possession couldn't take me away from you."
"Good," he whispered, leaning closer and kissing her softly.
Tears threatened to slip down her cheeks at the tenderness of Sam's kiss, her body sinking into his warmth. She wrapped her arms around his waist and moved closer to him.
I love you, he thought intently, shifting closer to her and resting a hand on her cheek.
I love you, too, she responded and put his hand on her rounding stomach. She felt warmed by his muscular body and smiled when he kissed her again.
Sam drew in a breath as he felt their son kick lightly beneath his palm.
"Ow, little man," Sarah said out loud and looked down at her stomach. "I think he's feeling a little left out." A warm, knowing smile crossed her lips as she looked at Sam's surprised face.
"Does he...do that a lot?" he whispered, looking awed.
Sarah laughed. "Yeah, he's been rockin' and rollin' lately, especially since..." She paused and looked uncertainly at Sam. "I get this feeling that... our son knows what's going on."
"You mean about his aunt Chloe going awol," he murmured.
She nodded silently and looked at Sam caressing her stomach lightly, as if trying to calm their son. She felt the baby kick her roughly around her side and winced.
He drew in a breath and let it out slowly, sliding a little farther down the bed so he was at eye-level with her stomach. "Hey, Kiddo," he whispered, resting a hand on her belly. "We're all a little freaked out right now. But one thing I know about your aunt Chloe is that she's very resourceful. She's gonna be all right. Your uncle Dean's gonna find her and bring her back. So don't worry about that."
Sarah felt wetness on her cheeks and realized tears streamed down her cheeks. Touched by Sam's words, she threaded her fingers through his dark hair and sighed deeply.
"He'll bring her back," he whispered again, lifting his gaze to look at her. He wasn't sure how he knew it, but he did. He felt it deep down in his bones.
Sarah sucked in a deep breath and met Sam's determined eyes. She felt the baby settle, though she wasn't sure how. She mustered a sad smile. "I think you're part magician, Sam Winchester."
Sam smiled softly and kissed her once more. "Let's get some rest." They had a long day ahead. And he had a feeling they would need all the energy they could manage.
Sarah nodded and rested her head against the pillow once more, feeling protected by Sam's arm across her stomach. She shut her eyes and tried to sleep, though the knowledge that their family was broken and scattered still sat ill with her.
Fic 19: Guide You Home
Authors: xtremeroswellia and clarksmuse
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: SO not ours. But we still dream!!
Finding the motorcycle had been easy. Bobby never mentioned he'd been hiding a Harley out back in one of his sheds. It wasn't like he'd miss it, either. Based on the condition of the bike itself, Bobby clearly hadn't used it in months.
But her engine roared proudly in his ears when he started the engine, and Dean had no doubt as he sped out of Bobby's driveway that he'd find Chloe. Something told him she was moving east. The two word letter he'd found on one of Bobby's tables in the living room -- Forgive me - that tipped him off. He ducked his head down and stared ahead at the open road behind dark sunglasses. He felt certain she was headed back for her family... her other family.
Dean didn't care what it took. He was going to find her and bring her back. Somehow. The world had been dark since he'd found her gone. He clenched his jaw and focused on the road. He only hoped Sam and Sarah would understand why he had to leave them behind.
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Sarah watched Dean shoot out of the driveway, leaving dust behind him. She frowned in dismay. "You know, Sam, I think a lot of Dean, but this time he's gone too far. Your brother can be a real pain sometimes."
Sam stared after him, his heart heavy. "This is a bad idea."
"Let's go after him," she stated and glanced at him. "He shouldn't be doing this alone." The fact that Chloe had taken off without telling anyone worried her greatly. There was no telling where she'd go... or what she might do to herself. Sarah shuddered at the mere thought.
He reached out and put a hand on her shoulder, feeling torn. "We can't," he murmured, knowing exactly why Dean had left them behind and took off on his own.
"Why not?" she whispered and lifted forlorn eyes at him.
He turned to gaze at her. "Because we have to get everything ready for the spell."
"Is the full moon really that close?" she whispered, eyes wide.
"Yes, it is," Bobby stated as he strode in. "Gonna tell me why you need a spell and the full moon?" He zeroed in on Sam.
Sam met his friend's eyes. "Because we're going to do a spell to protect Sarah and the baby from that yellow eyed bastard."
Bobby looked concerned. "What's it got planned?"
Sarah glanced over at the older man for a moment. "The thing wants my baby. Why, we don't exactly know."
"What kind of spell is it?"
"An ancient protection ritual," Sam responded shortly, not about to let Bobby detour him from doing the spell to protect his family. Or what was left of it.
"So you got everything you need to perform it? You know just what time to perform it?" Bobby crossed his arms.
Sarah swiveled around on one foot, her eyes sparking with anger and anxiety. "Maybe we do, and maybe we don't. What's it to you, anyway?" The fact that Bobby was asking questions made her suspicious. He could be housing that damn demon again, for all she knew.
"Because if a spell like you're talking about isn't done just perfectly, it could have catastrophic consequences that would make that yellow eyed bastard look harmless," Bobby responded evenly.
Sam looked down at the ground.
Sarah blinked in surprise and grasped Sam's hand. "So what are you saying?"
"That if you don't have everything just right, things'll go to hell quicker'n you can blink." Bobby crossed the room to a large cabinet. "And if you tell me what you need, I can probably supply it."
Sam drew in a breath, gave her hand a gentle squeeze and turned to watch Bobby. "The only big thing I don't have yet is lamb's blood."
Bobby smirked and threw open the cabinet that housed most of his secret stashes of everything a hunter needed to survive. He grabbed a small book and turned to Sam and Sarah. "There's a local supplier of lamb's blood in the next town. Apparently there's a market for ritualistic blood."
Sarah looked down, slightly ashamed, and nodded. She bit her lip for a moment. "Then I guess we need to do this."
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. You don't have to do this part. Let me take care of it, he thought, feeling her uncertainty, anxiety.
No, I need to go with you, she thought back and moved into his warmth. I need to know what's going to happen. I'm just worried...
Worried about what? he asked gently, circling his arms around her and pulling her closer.
"Chloe," she whispered out loud and rubbed her face into his chest. "I'm so worried about her I can't think straight."
Sam drew in a breath and rested his chin on top of her head, his own hazel eyes filled with worry. "I know," he murmured. "Me too."
"So let me go with you?" She knew they had work to do to get this spell ready for midnight on the full moon, five days from now, and thinking about what Chloe and Dean might be experiencing alone scared her. With the yellow-eyed demon out there still, with the threat of the impending army looming over their heads, their little family split in two troubled her to her soul.
He nodded a little, unable to deny her anything, sensing her need to be a part of this every step of the way. "Of course," he whispered, planting a kiss against her forehead. He just hoped wherever they were, Chloe and Dean were safe.
Bobby cleared his throat to remind them of his presence. "So you two going to play kissy-face all day or are we gonna go?"
Sarah blushed and backed away from Sam. "Kissy-face? I didn't think you knew the meaning of the word, Bobby." She spoke to Bobby but never took her eyes from Sam's face.
Sam rolled his eyes at Bobby's remark. "We should get going," he agreed, taking Sarah's hand in his own.
Bobby couldn't help but chuckle. "Come on, you're driving," he told Sam and eyed the Impala.
Sarah shut her eyes for a second, the image of Dean leaving his beloved car behind a testament to his state of mind.
"I know," he murmured against her hair as he led her toward the door, his own heart pained at the thought. He'll come back. They both will.
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Two days later...
Chloe stared blankly out the passenger window of the blue Ford pickup she'd caught a ride in back in Iowa. The driver was a guy about her dad's age, and she could hear his concerned thoughts plain as day. How he wanted to make sure she was somewhere safe rather than just dropping her off. He had a daughter around her age. Lea. How frightening the idea of Lea hitchhiking was.
When the truck pulled to a stop in front of a cafe, she blinked a couple of times and slowly turned her head to look at him. "Thanks for the ride. My aunt will meet me from here." She flashed him what she hoped was a reassuring smile.
The man gave her a concerned frown. "You sure? Because I've still got a ways to go and can drop you off anywhere..."
"No, you've been a wonderful help. Thank you," she said softly, picking up her duffel bag and sliding out of the passenger seat. "Have a safe trip."
He nodded and watched her walk into the diner. Something nagged in the back of his mind that she was on the run, and maybe he should call the police. Instead, he put his truck into gear and drove off.
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Chloe slumped into the first available booth, tiredly ordering a coffee. She wasn't sure which was more exhausting: running away or keeping Dean, Sam and Sarah carefully blocked from her mind. She hadn't kept any of them shut out for this long a time period before, and it was starting to wear on her.
The thought of them sent fiery, aching pains through her heart, and it was all she could do to choke back a sob. Pressing a hand to her face, she forced herself to draw in a deep breath and let it out slowly. She had no right to miss them, especially not Dean. Not after she'd slept with Clark.
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Sioux City, Iowa...
Dean stopped at the first internet cyber cafe thing he could find when he got into town and immediately instigated a search for Chloe, trying to track her movements. He'd been calling to her mentally during the hard ride east but was only greeted with silence. Deafening silence that spoke volumes.
It took several minutes to access Chloe's account for her cell phone, and he swore inwardly that when this was all said and done, he'd get Chloe to teach him the finer points of computer hacking. Or Sam, if he couldn't find her... He bit back the shudder that ran through him. No, Dean thought. I'm going to find her and make her understand. None of that had been Chloe, and he'd been an ass to think she had fully understood that.
He glanced at the computer screen and swore out loud, ignoring the curious looks from the other patrons. Her cell wasn't on, so that venue had proven useless. Dean stood up heavily and, grabbing a coffee to go, headed for the bike. He was going to follow his gut for the moment, until he could find a means to access her records.
Dean believed she was going back to Smallville. Where else would she go?
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Sam lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, tired but unable to sleep. He knew Sarah wasn't any closer to slumber than he was and he reached out and gently placed a hand on her stomach.
Sarah was nervous, sleep eluding her. Scared beyond imagining, especially considering this time tomorrow they would embark on a dangerous, unstable spell that could, at best, maybe protect them and, according to Bobby, potentially kill them all. She shuddered inwardly, feeling only a little reassured by Sam's gentle touch on her body. She unconsciously scooted closer to him and nuzzled his neck a little. "I'm scared," she voiced quietly.
"I know," he murmured, turning his head toward her and pressing a kiss against her hair.
She leaned up on one arm and gazed down into his eyes intently. "Makes it worse that... I can't... sense Chloe. She's not... answering me." Her face fell into sorrow, her free hand tracing slow patterns on his naked chest.
He was silent for a moment, feeling the weight of her sadness blending with his own. "She's not answering me either. Or Dean." He stroked her hair gently.
Leaning into his touch, Sarah whispered, "Has he called you? Anything?"
"He's checking in every few hours." He tapped his index finger against his temple and let out a breath. "Mostly to let me know he's all right. So far though..." He shook his head a little. "He thought she headed back to Smallville, but Lois hasn't seen or heard from her."
"That doesn't mean Chloe's not going to show up on her doorstep," she pointed out and smoothed the frown lines from his forehead. "How does he... sound?"
"Frustrated. Tired. She's done a good job of avoiding him," he murmured. "Hasn't used any credit cards or even turned her cell phone on."
Sarah smiled and kissed Sam gently. "That's what happens when you're in love with a Winchester. You tend to pick up his habits and traits."
"Promise me you'll never take off like that," he said quietly, gazing into her eyes.
"I won't," she whispered seriously and slipped her hand down his cheek. "Wild horses and possession couldn't take me away from you."
"Good," he whispered, leaning closer and kissing her softly.
Tears threatened to slip down her cheeks at the tenderness of Sam's kiss, her body sinking into his warmth. She wrapped her arms around his waist and moved closer to him.
I love you, he thought intently, shifting closer to her and resting a hand on her cheek.
I love you, too, she responded and put his hand on her rounding stomach. She felt warmed by his muscular body and smiled when he kissed her again.
Sam drew in a breath as he felt their son kick lightly beneath his palm.
"Ow, little man," Sarah said out loud and looked down at her stomach. "I think he's feeling a little left out." A warm, knowing smile crossed her lips as she looked at Sam's surprised face.
"Does he...do that a lot?" he whispered, looking awed.
Sarah laughed. "Yeah, he's been rockin' and rollin' lately, especially since..." She paused and looked uncertainly at Sam. "I get this feeling that... our son knows what's going on."
"You mean about his aunt Chloe going awol," he murmured.
She nodded silently and looked at Sam caressing her stomach lightly, as if trying to calm their son. She felt the baby kick her roughly around her side and winced.
He drew in a breath and let it out slowly, sliding a little farther down the bed so he was at eye-level with her stomach. "Hey, Kiddo," he whispered, resting a hand on her belly. "We're all a little freaked out right now. But one thing I know about your aunt Chloe is that she's very resourceful. She's gonna be all right. Your uncle Dean's gonna find her and bring her back. So don't worry about that."
Sarah felt wetness on her cheeks and realized tears streamed down her cheeks. Touched by Sam's words, she threaded her fingers through his dark hair and sighed deeply.
"He'll bring her back," he whispered again, lifting his gaze to look at her. He wasn't sure how he knew it, but he did. He felt it deep down in his bones.
Sarah sucked in a deep breath and met Sam's determined eyes. She felt the baby settle, though she wasn't sure how. She mustered a sad smile. "I think you're part magician, Sam Winchester."
Sam smiled softly and kissed her once more. "Let's get some rest." They had a long day ahead. And he had a feeling they would need all the energy they could manage.
Sarah nodded and rested her head against the pillow once more, feeling protected by Sam's arm across her stomach. She shut her eyes and tried to sleep, though the knowledge that their family was broken and scattered still sat ill with her.