Fic: Soul Sacrifice (7/8)
Fic: Soul Sacrifice (7/8)
Series: Special Projects
Summary: Dean and Chloe just fought their way free of a mesoamerican cult in Texas. Now the Winchester Family and the Justice League are headed to Mexico City to finish the hunt.
Author: pen37
Beta: Strangevisitor7
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chloe, Sam, Dean, Sarah
Pairing:Chloe/Dean Sam/Sarah
Rating: NC-17 overall. This part is PG-13
This is a part of the Special Projects series. You can find the rest of the series here.
Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8
Chloe, Oliver, Kara and Sarah perched on the roof of the Cathedral Metropolitana, watching the temple ruins through night-vision binoculars. The movement of an occasional shadow on the temple grounds would cause them all to momentarily tense, but invariably, it would prove to be either a member of their own party, or one of the hunter-priests from the very church that they were hiding on.
Occasionally, Chloe would look around the roof nervously. With all the baroque architecture, she felt like Christine, and that any minute the Phantom of the Opera would make an appearance and drag her off to the cellars.
She turned back to the temple, and rested her chin in one hand. “We should have gotten onto a roof across the street from the pyramid.”
“No place to hide,” Oliver said.
She sighed, and then touched her ear piece. “Sam? Anything?”
“Nothing,” Sam sounded agitated. Chloe felt a little bit of the same feeling deep inside. This was the anniversary of the Toxcatl massacre. They were certain that the demons were going to hold the ceremony tonight. But as they got closer and closer to midnight, it was looking less likely that they were right.
“I don't think they're coming,” Sam said quietly into the ear piece.
Chloe ran a frustrated hand through her hair. “Maybe we're not looking in the right place,” She reasoned.
“Dean and Bobby were sure that they'd found the altar,” Sam muttered.
“Maybe they're lurking around the edge of the temple,” Chloe muttered. “That's where the newest temple layer is.”
“What?” Sam said sharply.
“What?” Chloe blinked.
“Say that again,” Sam ordered. “The last part.”
“That's where the newest temple layer is?” Chloe wrinkled her nose in confusion.
She heard Sam inhale sharply. Up the street, a tall shadow detached himself from the temple. Judging by the height, it had to be Sam. “Chloe! They're in the church.”
“What?” Chloe sat up.
“The church is built from stones taken from the temple. They're in the church.”
Chloe's eyes widened. Up the street, several more shadows were running in pursuit of Sam.
“Supergirl!”Chloe turned to Kara suddenly.
“I heard,” the tall blonde nodded in acknowledgment. Judging by the way she was scanning the church, she'd engaged her x-ray vision. “Found them.” She said shortly. Then she picked up the spot light, and smashed her way through the roof.
“I've got to be nuts to do this,” Chloe muttered. Then she unclipped a grappling gun from her belt, and jumped through the hole that Kara had left behind. She waited until she was clear of the roof before firing off the gun. It punched through an ornamental bit of masonry, and held.
The line slowed her descent enough that she had time to look around. The cultists were standing around the alter. They'd strapped Zachary MacKenzie down beneath the basalt crucifix. A high priest in a loin cloth and feather headdress held a knife high in a pose that she recognized from her own recent near-sacrifice.
Then Kara flipped on the spotlight, and trapped them all there. A few of the demons ran for the edges of the spotlight, hit the trap, and bounced off of it. But the high priest continued with the sacrifice.
As Chloe reached the ground, she heard a rush of wind behind her. She turned in time to see Oliver touch down with Sarah in his arms. He dumped the auctioneer unceremoniously on the ground, pulled out his bow and an arrow, and fired off a quick shot.
The arrow flew true, struck the knife and knocked it out of the demon's hand.
“I thought they couldn't come inside a church,” Sarah said.
“I guess it depends on the demon,” Chloe said. “Maybe if they were strong enough to get out of the hellgate, they are strong enough to stand a church.”
A sudden movement in the back of the church drew her attention. She turned in time to catch a glimpse of Lex Luthor - or the demon in the Lex suit - as he fled the church.
“Lex,” she'd taken two steps when Oliver's voice brought her up short.
“Tower! You're the only one who knows the exorcism by heart.”
She made an annoyed sound in the back of her throat. “But, Lex!”
“Can wait,” Ollie said. “The generator powering that spotlight can't.”
“Fine,” She touched the communicator at her ear. “Sam? We've got them trapped at the altar. But the demon in Lex's body is here.”
“Copy that,” Sam said.
“Tower out.” Chloe clicked off the headset, and then turned toward the demons. She took a deep breath, and then began to speak the ritual that Sam had drilled into her head.
* * *
Dean found himself panting and gasping for breath as he struggled to keep up with Sam. Right now, the idea of going on this hunt was not looking like his brightest. He felt like he needed to throw up again. But that would mean stopping. And if he stopped, then he was going to get left behind.
Ahead of them, a tall, thin figure ran out of the church. Moonlight glinted off of it's bald head.
“Dean! Lex!” Sam pointed at the quickly-retreating figure as he continued toward the church.
Dean narrowed his eyes. His illness was instantly forgotten as the object of his hate fled from the church. He veered off in hot pursuit of the demoniacally possessed billionaire. Lex looked back, snarled, and then darted out into traffic.
Any normal human would have lost him. Dean wasn't a normal human, however. Not anymore.
Leaving Sam in his wake as he picked up speed, he cut across the busy intersection that separated the church from the square. A taxi screeched to a halt in front of him, and he vaulted up onto the hood for a better view. A few yards away, Lex darted onto the square.
Dean jumped from the taxi, crossed the road and followed Lex into the plaza. Within a few strides, he caught up to the bald man and took him down in a flying tackle. As the billionaire struggled against him, Dean locked his arms around Lex in a Nelson holdand snarled in his ear.
“Where do you think you're going?” Then he started the Latin part of the exorcism ritual.
“Do you think it's that easy?” The demon said in an unearthly, chilling voice.
Dean stumbled over his words. He wished he had some holy water to soften the creature up.
Suddenly, the demon threw off Dean's hold, sending him back against the pavement.
“I didn't think this was your style, Winchester. Aren't you the one who likes to hide traps all over the place? Under a rug? Under your car? On the bottom of a water tower?”
Dean rolled to his feet and set his stance to make another run at the demon. Before he could move, the creature waved a hand at him, sending him flying to the concrete.
“This isn't over. Not by a long shot,” the demon said. Then it smiled at him with Lex's chilling smile. In the next breath, it was fleeing Lex's body. The billionaire finished vomiting black smoke, stumbled and fell to the ground.
Dean got up and glared down at him. Even without a demon in him, this guy was evil enough to have Chloe kidnapped and tortured. He balled his hand into a fist, and sent Lex crashing into unconsciousness with it.
Then he threw the bald man's limp figure over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, and turned back toward the church.
“You're luckythat Chloe wouldn't want me to kill you.” he told the unconscious man.
** *
When Sam made it into the church, he could see that Chloe was already reciting the exorcism rite. He stepped up next to her and joined in the chant. Bobby and the hunter priests quickly took their place around the trap and joined in.
The demons had come to the church to take part in a perverted ceremony. What they got instead was a very different kind of ceremony. One in which the hunters sent them all back to hell. By the time the group had finished, every demoniacally possessed person in the trap was vomiting smoke.
In the silence that followed, Kara switched off her spotlight, and landed. Then she looked at the carnage that they'd made with their entrance.
“How are we going to explain this?” She asked.
“We'll tell them that protesters broke in and messed the place up,” Oliver said with a shrug.
“Think anyone will buy that?” Sarah asked.
“Who knows?” Oliver shrugged.
* * *
As the victims of possession came back to consciousness, the hunter priests assumed their other role: that of counselor.
Many of the victims could remember what had been done to them while they'd been ridden by a demon. As memories of taking part in traumatic sacrifices assaulted their minds, the priest were there to reassure them.
Oliver looked at Bobby and noted the grim expression on the old hunter's face.
“What'll happen to them now?”
“Good question,” Bobby said with a shrug. “Some of them will probably persuade themselves that it wasn't real. They'll spend a couple months in a psychiatric ward and come out convinced that they were delusional.”
“And the others?”
“We all get into hunting for some reason.” Bobby looked at the hunter priests. “Maybe the same thing can be said for the men of the cloth.”
Oliver looked at the grim assembly with a sinking sensation. “Did we do them any favors by saving them?”
“They're alive.” Bobby said. “That's something.”
The hero nodded slowly.
Series: Special Projects
Summary: Dean and Chloe just fought their way free of a mesoamerican cult in Texas. Now the Winchester Family and the Justice League are headed to Mexico City to finish the hunt.
Author: pen37
Beta: Strangevisitor7
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chloe, Sam, Dean, Sarah
Pairing:Chloe/Dean Sam/Sarah
Rating: NC-17 overall. This part is PG-13
This is a part of the Special Projects series. You can find the rest of the series here.
Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8
Chloe, Oliver, Kara and Sarah perched on the roof of the Cathedral Metropolitana, watching the temple ruins through night-vision binoculars. The movement of an occasional shadow on the temple grounds would cause them all to momentarily tense, but invariably, it would prove to be either a member of their own party, or one of the hunter-priests from the very church that they were hiding on.
Occasionally, Chloe would look around the roof nervously. With all the baroque architecture, she felt like Christine, and that any minute the Phantom of the Opera would make an appearance and drag her off to the cellars.
She turned back to the temple, and rested her chin in one hand. “We should have gotten onto a roof across the street from the pyramid.”
“No place to hide,” Oliver said.
She sighed, and then touched her ear piece. “Sam? Anything?”
“Nothing,” Sam sounded agitated. Chloe felt a little bit of the same feeling deep inside. This was the anniversary of the Toxcatl massacre. They were certain that the demons were going to hold the ceremony tonight. But as they got closer and closer to midnight, it was looking less likely that they were right.
“I don't think they're coming,” Sam said quietly into the ear piece.
Chloe ran a frustrated hand through her hair. “Maybe we're not looking in the right place,” She reasoned.
“Dean and Bobby were sure that they'd found the altar,” Sam muttered.
“Maybe they're lurking around the edge of the temple,” Chloe muttered. “That's where the newest temple layer is.”
“What?” Sam said sharply.
“What?” Chloe blinked.
“Say that again,” Sam ordered. “The last part.”
“That's where the newest temple layer is?” Chloe wrinkled her nose in confusion.
She heard Sam inhale sharply. Up the street, a tall shadow detached himself from the temple. Judging by the height, it had to be Sam. “Chloe! They're in the church.”
“What?” Chloe sat up.
“The church is built from stones taken from the temple. They're in the church.”
Chloe's eyes widened. Up the street, several more shadows were running in pursuit of Sam.
“Supergirl!”Chloe turned to Kara suddenly.
“I heard,” the tall blonde nodded in acknowledgment. Judging by the way she was scanning the church, she'd engaged her x-ray vision. “Found them.” She said shortly. Then she picked up the spot light, and smashed her way through the roof.
“I've got to be nuts to do this,” Chloe muttered. Then she unclipped a grappling gun from her belt, and jumped through the hole that Kara had left behind. She waited until she was clear of the roof before firing off the gun. It punched through an ornamental bit of masonry, and held.
The line slowed her descent enough that she had time to look around. The cultists were standing around the alter. They'd strapped Zachary MacKenzie down beneath the basalt crucifix. A high priest in a loin cloth and feather headdress held a knife high in a pose that she recognized from her own recent near-sacrifice.
Then Kara flipped on the spotlight, and trapped them all there. A few of the demons ran for the edges of the spotlight, hit the trap, and bounced off of it. But the high priest continued with the sacrifice.
As Chloe reached the ground, she heard a rush of wind behind her. She turned in time to see Oliver touch down with Sarah in his arms. He dumped the auctioneer unceremoniously on the ground, pulled out his bow and an arrow, and fired off a quick shot.
The arrow flew true, struck the knife and knocked it out of the demon's hand.
“I thought they couldn't come inside a church,” Sarah said.
“I guess it depends on the demon,” Chloe said. “Maybe if they were strong enough to get out of the hellgate, they are strong enough to stand a church.”
A sudden movement in the back of the church drew her attention. She turned in time to catch a glimpse of Lex Luthor - or the demon in the Lex suit - as he fled the church.
“Lex,” she'd taken two steps when Oliver's voice brought her up short.
“Tower! You're the only one who knows the exorcism by heart.”
She made an annoyed sound in the back of her throat. “But, Lex!”
“Can wait,” Ollie said. “The generator powering that spotlight can't.”
“Fine,” She touched the communicator at her ear. “Sam? We've got them trapped at the altar. But the demon in Lex's body is here.”
“Copy that,” Sam said.
“Tower out.” Chloe clicked off the headset, and then turned toward the demons. She took a deep breath, and then began to speak the ritual that Sam had drilled into her head.
* * *
Dean found himself panting and gasping for breath as he struggled to keep up with Sam. Right now, the idea of going on this hunt was not looking like his brightest. He felt like he needed to throw up again. But that would mean stopping. And if he stopped, then he was going to get left behind.
Ahead of them, a tall, thin figure ran out of the church. Moonlight glinted off of it's bald head.
“Dean! Lex!” Sam pointed at the quickly-retreating figure as he continued toward the church.
Dean narrowed his eyes. His illness was instantly forgotten as the object of his hate fled from the church. He veered off in hot pursuit of the demoniacally possessed billionaire. Lex looked back, snarled, and then darted out into traffic.
Any normal human would have lost him. Dean wasn't a normal human, however. Not anymore.
Leaving Sam in his wake as he picked up speed, he cut across the busy intersection that separated the church from the square. A taxi screeched to a halt in front of him, and he vaulted up onto the hood for a better view. A few yards away, Lex darted onto the square.
Dean jumped from the taxi, crossed the road and followed Lex into the plaza. Within a few strides, he caught up to the bald man and took him down in a flying tackle. As the billionaire struggled against him, Dean locked his arms around Lex in a Nelson holdand snarled in his ear.
“Where do you think you're going?” Then he started the Latin part of the exorcism ritual.
“Do you think it's that easy?” The demon said in an unearthly, chilling voice.
Dean stumbled over his words. He wished he had some holy water to soften the creature up.
Suddenly, the demon threw off Dean's hold, sending him back against the pavement.
“I didn't think this was your style, Winchester. Aren't you the one who likes to hide traps all over the place? Under a rug? Under your car? On the bottom of a water tower?”
Dean rolled to his feet and set his stance to make another run at the demon. Before he could move, the creature waved a hand at him, sending him flying to the concrete.
“This isn't over. Not by a long shot,” the demon said. Then it smiled at him with Lex's chilling smile. In the next breath, it was fleeing Lex's body. The billionaire finished vomiting black smoke, stumbled and fell to the ground.
Dean got up and glared down at him. Even without a demon in him, this guy was evil enough to have Chloe kidnapped and tortured. He balled his hand into a fist, and sent Lex crashing into unconsciousness with it.
Then he threw the bald man's limp figure over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, and turned back toward the church.
“You're luckythat Chloe wouldn't want me to kill you.” he told the unconscious man.
** *
When Sam made it into the church, he could see that Chloe was already reciting the exorcism rite. He stepped up next to her and joined in the chant. Bobby and the hunter priests quickly took their place around the trap and joined in.
The demons had come to the church to take part in a perverted ceremony. What they got instead was a very different kind of ceremony. One in which the hunters sent them all back to hell. By the time the group had finished, every demoniacally possessed person in the trap was vomiting smoke.
In the silence that followed, Kara switched off her spotlight, and landed. Then she looked at the carnage that they'd made with their entrance.
“How are we going to explain this?” She asked.
“We'll tell them that protesters broke in and messed the place up,” Oliver said with a shrug.
“Think anyone will buy that?” Sarah asked.
“Who knows?” Oliver shrugged.
* * *
As the victims of possession came back to consciousness, the hunter priests assumed their other role: that of counselor.
Many of the victims could remember what had been done to them while they'd been ridden by a demon. As memories of taking part in traumatic sacrifices assaulted their minds, the priest were there to reassure them.
Oliver looked at Bobby and noted the grim expression on the old hunter's face.
“What'll happen to them now?”
“Good question,” Bobby said with a shrug. “Some of them will probably persuade themselves that it wasn't real. They'll spend a couple months in a psychiatric ward and come out convinced that they were delusional.”
“And the others?”
“We all get into hunting for some reason.” Bobby looked at the hunter priests. “Maybe the same thing can be said for the men of the cloth.”
Oliver looked at the grim assembly with a sinking sensation. “Did we do them any favors by saving them?”
“They're alive.” Bobby said. “That's something.”
The hero nodded slowly.