SPN/SV fic: Sweet Sacrifice (3/10)
Title: Sweet Sacrifice
Authors: X_tremeroswellian and Shadow_One
Rating: R for violence, language, and content
Disclaimer: Not ours. Don’t sue.
Author’s Note: This is a follow up to another fic titled “Everything Will Be…”
Feedback is love :D
One | Two | Three | Four | Five Six-Eight | Conclusion
Chapter Three
A few days later, Dean pushed open the door to their house with a wide smile, "Home at last."
Chloe stepped inside slowly, her skin still paler than normal as she looked around cautiously, as if something would jump out and attack one of them at any given moment. She was glad Dean was too busy holding Michael and showing him his home to notice.
He closed the door behind Chloe and proceeded to babble to his son, "And this...is the front room, where you and I are gonna have a ton of fun...and there's the kitchen...where we're gonna eat lots of food."
She watched him, pissed that this moment was ruined by her fear. She forced herself to take a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Turning around, he stared at Chloe and frowned, "You alright?"
"Yeah, just a little tired," she whispered.
"You wanna go lay down?"
"Yeah, I think I will. Are you two okay for awhile?"
Dean looked down at the half-asleep baby in his arms, "We'll be just fine."
Nodding, she slowly turned and headed down the hallway, pausing in the doorway of the nursery that he'd fixed up and painted for their son. Biting her lower lip, she had a vivid flash from her nightmare and she quickly shut her eyes. "You can't have him, you son of a bitch," she whispered tensely. "He's my son."
In response, there seemed to be a sinister chuckle, floating on the wind.
She shuddered involuntarily. "You take me and you leave my family alone," she whispered angrily.
Only silence followed that comment.
Her body tense, she looked around the nursery once more before closing the door and stepping into the hallway. The hair on the back of her neck was standing up and she felt sick to her stomach.
* * *
Chloe sat beside Dean in a booth at Mickey's Diner. He was holding Michael cradled in his arms, feeding him a bottle as Sam sat across from them. She watched for a few moments, her leg bouncing nervously beneath the table. It had been a long and yet short few weeks since they'd come home from the hospital.
Everything had appeared normal, no real signs of any demonic activity anywhere near their home, but Chloe felt it. The thing was biding its time and it kept her up frequently. Most nights she spent sitting beside Michael's bassinet in her rocking chair, wide awake.
She'd slept only a handful of nights since delivering the baby, and those nights were filled with horrible nightmares. In addition, she'd lost her appetite and had lost quite a bit of weight, something even her doctor had expressed concerned about.
She wasn't concerned about it. All that mattered was keeping her son safe.
Dean leaned forward, a frown on his face as he watched Chloe, "Honey, please eat."
"I will." She forced a smile, her normally sparkling eyes dull. "How's he doing?"
"Very...hungry."
A real smile tugged at her lips. "Well, he takes after you."
Dean laughed, "Yeah, you're right there."
Drawing in a breath, she forced herself to eat a couple of bites of her soup, barely tasting it.
After Michael had finished his bottle, Dean put him carefully onto his shoulder and began to burp him, "You sure there's nothing wrong?"
"Positive," she answered, forcing another smile. She avoided his gaze and didn't dare to look at Sam, either. Her responses had become a natural response over the last few weeks.
"Uh huh." He said skeptically. He knew Chloe hadn't really been the same since she'd gotten out of the hospital, and he'd let it go, but now it was becoming even more apparent that there was a problem.
She pushed the remainder of her soup away and downed a cup of coffee quickly. "I'm gonna head to the library if you guys are okay with Michael."
"No, you're going to eat."
"I did eat." She smiled and kissed his cheek, rising to her feet. "See you guys at home."
Dean sighed, "See you."
Chloe grabbed her purse from the space between them in the booth and headed for the door.
After Chloe had gotten out of earshot, Dean turned to his brother, "I'm worried Sammy."
Sam's eyes were filled with concern. "Yeah, me too."
"What...happened back in the hospital? Do you know?"
He hesitated. "Just that she had a nightmare about the demon."
"And she didn't tell you anything else?"
Sam looked down at the table. "She said she had a bad feeling that something was going to happen." He let out a breath.
"And...you didn't bother to tell me that?" Dean asked, anger rising a little.
"I figured *she* told you."
"Uh, no. She hasn't really been talking to me."
"Well, she hasn't really been talking to me either."
He sighed, "We need to find a way to get her to talk."
Sam was silent for a moment. "Maybe one of us should go to the library."
"It should be you."
His eyebrows rose. "Why?"
"Because...she likes to talk to you."
Sam looked at him in confusion. "Yeah, but she's your fiancee."
Dean sighed, "Still, she talks to you more than me."
He looked at the table, feeling guilty. "All right. I'll go. But you're paying for lunch." He smirked at his brother before standing up.
He glared at him as he pulled out his wallet, "You suck."
Sam grinned. "Jerk."
"Bitch."
Still smiling faintly, he headed for the door, both worried and dreading whatever was to come.
Back at the table, Dean practically mirrored his brother's feelings. Holding Michael close to him, he stood, leaving money on the table. He walked out a different door and over to the Impala, where he sat in the front seat with his son, and wondered what the future would bring.
* * *
Chloe sat at a table in the far corner of the library, her laptop and a table full of books on demonology spread out before her. She was so focused on her research she didn't even hear the footsteps approaching.
Quietly pulling out a chair, Sam sat down beside her and glanced over the books, "Alright, what's really going on Chloe?"
She jumped, startled at his sudden presence. "What are you doing here?" she asked nervously.
"I came to talk."
"Well, I'm just working on an article," she lied, quickly closing all the books.
"Okay, well, I know that's a lie." He said, leaning back in his chair.
Chloe didn't look at him, and she fell silent, staring at the table.
He grabbed one of her hands that was resting on the table, "Come on, you can talk to me."
Closing her eyes, she didn't pull her hand away. "The Demon's coming for Michael."
"What?"
"It's coming for Michael. The yellow-eyed demon." Her voice was quiet.
"God..." Sam ran his other hand down his face, "Are you sure?"
"Yes," she said without hesitation.
"Then we need to get out of here."
"It doesn't matter, Sam. It doesn't matter if we run, he's gonna find us. It's just a matter of when."
"We can't just sit around and do nothing."
"I'm not."
"Then what are you doing?" He asked, leaning forward and staring at her intently.
"Researching. Trying to find some way to kill it." Her voice was tense. "I've gotten in contact with demonologists everywhere from LA to Hong Kong."
"Hong Kong...wow."
"I haven't turned up much. But apparently there's a gun that can kill any kind of demon in existence with one bullet."
"The colt." Sam whispered, looking away.
Chloe looked at him in surprise. "You've heard of it."
"Yeah..."
Her heart sank a little. "What is it?"
He looked up at her with sad eyes, "It almost got us all killed."
"What do you mean?"
"Just...something that happened about a year ago. Our dad found the colt...then the demon came after us."
"Your dad had the colt?" Her face paled.
"He did." Sam looked down at his hand, suddenly very interested in it.
"What happened when the demon came after you?"
"It tortured Dean. Then tried to get me to kill our dad, but I didn't do it. I didn't do it because Dean told me not to. But he died anyway."
Chloe's breath caught in her throat. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
He shrugged, "It happened, it's over...but we don't know where the hell the Colt is."
Her heart sank even more, her stomach tightening. "Well, that's it then." Her voice was quiet.
"Hey, we'll figure this out."
"I already have." She didn't look at him as she shut her laptop and began to pile the books in one stack.
He raised an eyebrow, "How?"
"The demon wants my son. But he'll make a bargain." She avoided his eyes.
"Ohh hell no." Sam said quickly, "You are *not* going to go there."
Chloe didn't reply as she rose to her feet.
Sam rose as well, "Chloe. No."
"It's the only choice there is."
"There's other choices. Don't do this."
"He's not getting my son, Sam!"
"He's not going to get either of you!"
"Better me than Michael." She picked her purse up.
He stood in front of her, "Did you ever once think of Dean?"
"He'll be okay."
"No he won't."
"You'll make sure of it," she whispered, finally lifting her gaze to meet his. "You'll take care of him."
He shook his head, "No. You're not understanding what this'll do to Dean. I won't be able to take care of him."
Chloe held her breath for a moment. "I'll figure out something. I promise."
"You're going to let me and Dean help."
"No. Dean doesn't know about this." Her eyes were intense. "Swear it."
He looked away, "I can't do that."
She moved so she was standing in front of him. "You *have* to!"
"You can't ask me to do that! He's my brother! Hell, he's your fiance!" Sam tried to keep his voice down, "Why do you want to do this to him?"
"You think I want to do this, Sam? You think I wanna die and not get to see my son grow up?" Her eyes filled with tears.
"You're not going to-"
"Yes, I am. Because it's better than him not growing up at all."
Sam put his hands on Chloe's shoulders, "I want you to listen to me. You're not going to die. You're going to let Dean in on this whole thing. And we'll all find a way to get through this."
"If there was any other way to do this, don't you think you guys would've killed this thing by now?"
"It just takes time, we'll kill it."
"Time is one thing we don't have," she said quietly, slowly pulling away from him.
"We do." He said, "You just need to let Dean know what's going on."
Chloe shut her eyes. "If I do..."
"He'll be glad."
"He'll try to stop me."
"Of course he will."
She stared at him. "Don't you understand?"
"Yeah, I do." He said, staring back, "I just don't think you understand."
"I understand if I don't do something, my son's going to die. And I'm not gonna let that happen."
"Look, if you die and Dean knows that he could've stopped it, it'll kill him." Sam said quietly, "Then your son will grow up with stories about his parents. And he'll never understand why his daddy killed himself, and why his mom disappeared."
Chloe's face paled even more than it already was and she flinched. "Don't say that."
"No. I need to say that. And you need to hear it."
She turned away from him. "Dean wouldn't do that."
He went around her and faced her, "You don't know what hell he's been through in his life. Your death *will* push him over the edge."
She shut her eyes, trembling as she pressed a hand to her face. "What the hell am I supposed to do, Sam?"
He pulled her into a hug, "Tell Dean."
Chloe pressed her face against his shirt, weeping softly.
Sam felt tears come to his own eyes at the thought that Dean might actually lose someone else that he loved, "I'll be there when you tell him." He whispered.
She shuddered involuntarily, dread overtaking her.
"Chloe..."
"What?" She slowly pulled away from him.
"Promise me you'll tell him."
"I will." She didn't meet his eyes.
He gently grabbed her chin and turned it so she was looking at him, "Promise."
Chloe swallowed hard. "I promise."
He hugged her again, "Thank you."
She shut her eyes, slowly winding her arms around his waist. She just hoped Sam knew what he was talking about. Because everything within her was screaming not to tell Dean about this.
No good could possibly come of this situation.
Authors: X_tremeroswellian and Shadow_One
Rating: R for violence, language, and content
Disclaimer: Not ours. Don’t sue.
Author’s Note: This is a follow up to another fic titled “Everything Will Be…”
Feedback is love :D
One | Two | Three | Four | Five Six-Eight | Conclusion
Chapter Three
A few days later, Dean pushed open the door to their house with a wide smile, "Home at last."
Chloe stepped inside slowly, her skin still paler than normal as she looked around cautiously, as if something would jump out and attack one of them at any given moment. She was glad Dean was too busy holding Michael and showing him his home to notice.
He closed the door behind Chloe and proceeded to babble to his son, "And this...is the front room, where you and I are gonna have a ton of fun...and there's the kitchen...where we're gonna eat lots of food."
She watched him, pissed that this moment was ruined by her fear. She forced herself to take a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Turning around, he stared at Chloe and frowned, "You alright?"
"Yeah, just a little tired," she whispered.
"You wanna go lay down?"
"Yeah, I think I will. Are you two okay for awhile?"
Dean looked down at the half-asleep baby in his arms, "We'll be just fine."
Nodding, she slowly turned and headed down the hallway, pausing in the doorway of the nursery that he'd fixed up and painted for their son. Biting her lower lip, she had a vivid flash from her nightmare and she quickly shut her eyes. "You can't have him, you son of a bitch," she whispered tensely. "He's my son."
In response, there seemed to be a sinister chuckle, floating on the wind.
She shuddered involuntarily. "You take me and you leave my family alone," she whispered angrily.
Only silence followed that comment.
Her body tense, she looked around the nursery once more before closing the door and stepping into the hallway. The hair on the back of her neck was standing up and she felt sick to her stomach.
* * *
Chloe sat beside Dean in a booth at Mickey's Diner. He was holding Michael cradled in his arms, feeding him a bottle as Sam sat across from them. She watched for a few moments, her leg bouncing nervously beneath the table. It had been a long and yet short few weeks since they'd come home from the hospital.
Everything had appeared normal, no real signs of any demonic activity anywhere near their home, but Chloe felt it. The thing was biding its time and it kept her up frequently. Most nights she spent sitting beside Michael's bassinet in her rocking chair, wide awake.
She'd slept only a handful of nights since delivering the baby, and those nights were filled with horrible nightmares. In addition, she'd lost her appetite and had lost quite a bit of weight, something even her doctor had expressed concerned about.
She wasn't concerned about it. All that mattered was keeping her son safe.
Dean leaned forward, a frown on his face as he watched Chloe, "Honey, please eat."
"I will." She forced a smile, her normally sparkling eyes dull. "How's he doing?"
"Very...hungry."
A real smile tugged at her lips. "Well, he takes after you."
Dean laughed, "Yeah, you're right there."
Drawing in a breath, she forced herself to eat a couple of bites of her soup, barely tasting it.
After Michael had finished his bottle, Dean put him carefully onto his shoulder and began to burp him, "You sure there's nothing wrong?"
"Positive," she answered, forcing another smile. She avoided his gaze and didn't dare to look at Sam, either. Her responses had become a natural response over the last few weeks.
"Uh huh." He said skeptically. He knew Chloe hadn't really been the same since she'd gotten out of the hospital, and he'd let it go, but now it was becoming even more apparent that there was a problem.
She pushed the remainder of her soup away and downed a cup of coffee quickly. "I'm gonna head to the library if you guys are okay with Michael."
"No, you're going to eat."
"I did eat." She smiled and kissed his cheek, rising to her feet. "See you guys at home."
Dean sighed, "See you."
Chloe grabbed her purse from the space between them in the booth and headed for the door.
After Chloe had gotten out of earshot, Dean turned to his brother, "I'm worried Sammy."
Sam's eyes were filled with concern. "Yeah, me too."
"What...happened back in the hospital? Do you know?"
He hesitated. "Just that she had a nightmare about the demon."
"And she didn't tell you anything else?"
Sam looked down at the table. "She said she had a bad feeling that something was going to happen." He let out a breath.
"And...you didn't bother to tell me that?" Dean asked, anger rising a little.
"I figured *she* told you."
"Uh, no. She hasn't really been talking to me."
"Well, she hasn't really been talking to me either."
He sighed, "We need to find a way to get her to talk."
Sam was silent for a moment. "Maybe one of us should go to the library."
"It should be you."
His eyebrows rose. "Why?"
"Because...she likes to talk to you."
Sam looked at him in confusion. "Yeah, but she's your fiancee."
Dean sighed, "Still, she talks to you more than me."
He looked at the table, feeling guilty. "All right. I'll go. But you're paying for lunch." He smirked at his brother before standing up.
He glared at him as he pulled out his wallet, "You suck."
Sam grinned. "Jerk."
"Bitch."
Still smiling faintly, he headed for the door, both worried and dreading whatever was to come.
Back at the table, Dean practically mirrored his brother's feelings. Holding Michael close to him, he stood, leaving money on the table. He walked out a different door and over to the Impala, where he sat in the front seat with his son, and wondered what the future would bring.
* * *
Chloe sat at a table in the far corner of the library, her laptop and a table full of books on demonology spread out before her. She was so focused on her research she didn't even hear the footsteps approaching.
Quietly pulling out a chair, Sam sat down beside her and glanced over the books, "Alright, what's really going on Chloe?"
She jumped, startled at his sudden presence. "What are you doing here?" she asked nervously.
"I came to talk."
"Well, I'm just working on an article," she lied, quickly closing all the books.
"Okay, well, I know that's a lie." He said, leaning back in his chair.
Chloe didn't look at him, and she fell silent, staring at the table.
He grabbed one of her hands that was resting on the table, "Come on, you can talk to me."
Closing her eyes, she didn't pull her hand away. "The Demon's coming for Michael."
"What?"
"It's coming for Michael. The yellow-eyed demon." Her voice was quiet.
"God..." Sam ran his other hand down his face, "Are you sure?"
"Yes," she said without hesitation.
"Then we need to get out of here."
"It doesn't matter, Sam. It doesn't matter if we run, he's gonna find us. It's just a matter of when."
"We can't just sit around and do nothing."
"I'm not."
"Then what are you doing?" He asked, leaning forward and staring at her intently.
"Researching. Trying to find some way to kill it." Her voice was tense. "I've gotten in contact with demonologists everywhere from LA to Hong Kong."
"Hong Kong...wow."
"I haven't turned up much. But apparently there's a gun that can kill any kind of demon in existence with one bullet."
"The colt." Sam whispered, looking away.
Chloe looked at him in surprise. "You've heard of it."
"Yeah..."
Her heart sank a little. "What is it?"
He looked up at her with sad eyes, "It almost got us all killed."
"What do you mean?"
"Just...something that happened about a year ago. Our dad found the colt...then the demon came after us."
"Your dad had the colt?" Her face paled.
"He did." Sam looked down at his hand, suddenly very interested in it.
"What happened when the demon came after you?"
"It tortured Dean. Then tried to get me to kill our dad, but I didn't do it. I didn't do it because Dean told me not to. But he died anyway."
Chloe's breath caught in her throat. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
He shrugged, "It happened, it's over...but we don't know where the hell the Colt is."
Her heart sank even more, her stomach tightening. "Well, that's it then." Her voice was quiet.
"Hey, we'll figure this out."
"I already have." She didn't look at him as she shut her laptop and began to pile the books in one stack.
He raised an eyebrow, "How?"
"The demon wants my son. But he'll make a bargain." She avoided his eyes.
"Ohh hell no." Sam said quickly, "You are *not* going to go there."
Chloe didn't reply as she rose to her feet.
Sam rose as well, "Chloe. No."
"It's the only choice there is."
"There's other choices. Don't do this."
"He's not getting my son, Sam!"
"He's not going to get either of you!"
"Better me than Michael." She picked her purse up.
He stood in front of her, "Did you ever once think of Dean?"
"He'll be okay."
"No he won't."
"You'll make sure of it," she whispered, finally lifting her gaze to meet his. "You'll take care of him."
He shook his head, "No. You're not understanding what this'll do to Dean. I won't be able to take care of him."
Chloe held her breath for a moment. "I'll figure out something. I promise."
"You're going to let me and Dean help."
"No. Dean doesn't know about this." Her eyes were intense. "Swear it."
He looked away, "I can't do that."
She moved so she was standing in front of him. "You *have* to!"
"You can't ask me to do that! He's my brother! Hell, he's your fiance!" Sam tried to keep his voice down, "Why do you want to do this to him?"
"You think I want to do this, Sam? You think I wanna die and not get to see my son grow up?" Her eyes filled with tears.
"You're not going to-"
"Yes, I am. Because it's better than him not growing up at all."
Sam put his hands on Chloe's shoulders, "I want you to listen to me. You're not going to die. You're going to let Dean in on this whole thing. And we'll all find a way to get through this."
"If there was any other way to do this, don't you think you guys would've killed this thing by now?"
"It just takes time, we'll kill it."
"Time is one thing we don't have," she said quietly, slowly pulling away from him.
"We do." He said, "You just need to let Dean know what's going on."
Chloe shut her eyes. "If I do..."
"He'll be glad."
"He'll try to stop me."
"Of course he will."
She stared at him. "Don't you understand?"
"Yeah, I do." He said, staring back, "I just don't think you understand."
"I understand if I don't do something, my son's going to die. And I'm not gonna let that happen."
"Look, if you die and Dean knows that he could've stopped it, it'll kill him." Sam said quietly, "Then your son will grow up with stories about his parents. And he'll never understand why his daddy killed himself, and why his mom disappeared."
Chloe's face paled even more than it already was and she flinched. "Don't say that."
"No. I need to say that. And you need to hear it."
She turned away from him. "Dean wouldn't do that."
He went around her and faced her, "You don't know what hell he's been through in his life. Your death *will* push him over the edge."
She shut her eyes, trembling as she pressed a hand to her face. "What the hell am I supposed to do, Sam?"
He pulled her into a hug, "Tell Dean."
Chloe pressed her face against his shirt, weeping softly.
Sam felt tears come to his own eyes at the thought that Dean might actually lose someone else that he loved, "I'll be there when you tell him." He whispered.
She shuddered involuntarily, dread overtaking her.
"Chloe..."
"What?" She slowly pulled away from him.
"Promise me you'll tell him."
"I will." She didn't meet his eyes.
He gently grabbed her chin and turned it so she was looking at him, "Promise."
Chloe swallowed hard. "I promise."
He hugged her again, "Thank you."
She shut her eyes, slowly winding her arms around his waist. She just hoped Sam knew what he was talking about. Because everything within her was screaming not to tell Dean about this.
No good could possibly come of this situation.