Fic: Endgame (9/11)
Fic: Endgame (9/11)
Series: Special Projects
Summary: The end.
Author: pen37
Beta: Strangevisitor7 and Clarksmuse
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chloe, Sam, Dean, everyone else.
Pairing:Chloe/Dean Sam/Sarah
Rating: pg
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, Ch. 9, Ch. 10, Ch. 11& Epilogue
Dean dropped his duffel to the floor of the catwalk and pulled out a gas can full of salt. Working quickly, he ringed the group. Then he returned to his bag for a few sawed-offs and a bandoleer of salt rounds.
He passed one of his spare guns to Sam. Then pressed the bandoleer and another weapon into Isaac's hands.
“Think you can be Johnny-on-the-spot loading these things?”
Isaac swallowed hard, and then nodded.
“Good.” Dean patted the kid's shoulder. “You and Chloe keep me and Sam here supplied with fresh guns. We'll keep the demons at bay.
“What do I do?” Mac asked.
Dean shot him a sour look. “You hold the shells and look pretty,” he said. “We survive this night, I don't ever wanna see your face again.”
“Agreed,” Mac nodded.
“They're here,” Chloe said quietly.
Everyone in the group looked up as the building shook. The wan light that filtered through the high windows shut out as they were seemingly covered in black. Overhead lights jostled, and dirt fell from the ceiling. The catwalk shuddered, but did not give way.
“Awesome,” Dean muttered.
A hissing sound filtered through the room as black smoke leaked through the cracks and crannies.
“Stay frosty, guys.” Dean looked around the group.
The thickening smoke swirled around their ring. Immediately, Sam and Dean began firing off round after round. They passed back their smoking, spent guns to exchange them for ready ones. Dean glanced back to see Chloe, Isaac and Mac fall into a routine of load and exchange.
The demon smoke enveloped the suspended structure like a suffocating blanket. It seemed to solidify into a column of obsidian darkness before battering the catwalk.
The four of them rode out the wave and continued firing into the blackness.
“Now?” Sam asked nervously.
Dean looked down at the floor below. Some of the demons were beginning to slide into their human hosts. But not nearly enough. The air was still thick with demon smoke. “Not yet,” Dean said.
“Dean, if we don't soon, they're going to knock the catwalk out from under us,” Sam said.
“Too soon and we won't catch any of them,” Dean replied.
“Dean!” Chloe's sudden scream caused him to whirl around. She had tucked the spare shotgun under her arm, and was pointing to the other end of the catwalk. Dean followed her gaze, and then broke off a startled oath.
There stood Chloe's doppelganger, smiling at them, eyes a chilling black void. The demon waved her hand at them, and pushed them back with unseen force.
The salt ring scattered as they were thrown against the rail.
Dean barely caught Sam before he could go over the side.
“Now?” Sam hissed out through clenched teeth.
Dean looked down again. The smoke was much thinner now -- less like mushroom soup and more like chicken broth. Down on the floor, many of the clones were starting to twitch with signs of life.
“Don't think we're going to get a better opportunity,” Dean said.
Next to him, Mac nodded in understanding. He touched the back of Chloe's head. In that instant, the world seemed to explode. Chloe's powers, amped up and duplicated, seemed to spread over the room like a golden wave.
Dean felt like a furnace was going inside him as the antibodies that Chloe had given him seemed to react to her borrowed powers. As before, he felt the itch of old aches and pains healing.
Chloe raised up on her toes as each muscle contracted. Her skin seemed transparent - Dean could clearly see the outline of bones, and of blood vessels that traced their way out from the collar of her leather get-up, up into her hairline.
The catwalk rocked - throwing them all to the ground. Dean pulled Chloe close and cradled her.
He looked up to see Lilith on the ground, her borrowed body writhing with convulsions - her own skin a sickly green mirror to Chloe's
“It's working,” Isaac said as he pointed to the ground floor.
Dean looked down to see most of the clones there were also seizing up. Before he could reply, the catwalk twitched a final time. Then the structure collapsed.
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