Fic: Broken (1/1)
Fic: Broken (1/1)
Summary: Everything has a price. To release Dean from his crossroads deal, someone must be willing to pay a bigger bill.
Author: pen37
word count: 484
Fandoms: Supernatural/Smallville
Pairing:Chloe/Dean
Rating: G
Dust jacket: http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u51/pen37_album/broken.jpg
Written for the Crossovers100 challenge.
Prompt #71 Broken.
The table is here.
He shattered.
Thousands of miles from where she was, he broke into tiny pieces, and she wasn't there to stop him.
When at last they saw each other again, there was something not quite right about him. He'd put himself back together, but he was like imperfectly mended glass. Brittle and hard, with piercing angles and razor sharp edges that would cut if you held too tightly.
The price he'd paid to mend himself - and the debt he still owed was too high, in her opinion.
So with his brother's help, she set out to make things right.
They'd found a solution - La Muerte de Los Diablos- but not one he could live with.
Of course, that didn't matter to her. He hadn't asked for her help when his world was shattering. Hadn't stopped to think about what the price he was going to pay would mean to them. So as far as she was concerned, he didn't get a say in this.
Her thoughts were dark as she placed her picture in an old cigar box, and buried it at a crossroads. Angry and dark when the demon came to her wearing his face.
“Dean Winchester.”
“My business with him is tomorrow, unless you have something I might want?”
She smiled at him. Her smile was crow-thin and her eyes wolf-hungry. Then she struck. He'd never seen it coming, because moments before she hadn't been holding a weapon. Wasn't really holding a weapon now.
La Muerte de Los Diablos wasn't a weapon. It was a parasite wrapped in the guise of cold steel. It tangled itself into the soul of it's host so that only death could cut them twain. It tainted all it touched, and it hungered for the death of demons like a vampire craved blood.
“I've already made my deal,” she said as he looked at her - angry, demon eyes in Dean's beloved face. The he was nothing but light and fire and thunder as the blade took anything worth taking.
Whenever it was over, she let the blade return to wherever it went when she didn't need it, and did her best to shut out it's seductive whispering through the cobwebs of her exhausted mind.
In the morning when Sam checked his voice mail he would hear two sentences. The deal is canceled. I'm fine.
Dean would only receive one. Don't try to find me.
It was better this way. She'd given up part of her soul to the parasite blade. It wasn't going to get the rest. But the fight was going to get ugly. Dean wouldn't understand, and she couldn't make him see. Sam might someday - but he was stubborn in his own way.
Dean was free of the Deal. Sam was alive. The boys still had each other. And Chloe? Well, she still had part of her soul. All things considered, it was a fair trade.