SPN/SV fic: Sweet Sacrifice (5/10)
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 Five
Sam traded places with Chloe at the grocery store hours later so she could feed Michael a bottle. Dean stood outside the car, faced away from them, and Sam closed the passenger door before gazing at him. "Dean."
He still didn't turn around, "What Sammy?"
"You all right, man?" he asked quietly.
"Sure."
He slowly moved around to the other side of the car where his brother stood, leaning against the Impala beside him. He was silent for a long moment. "What can I do?"
"Get Dad and the Colt back."
Sam closed his eyes. If only that were possible.
Dean sighed and shifted, "You need to get Chloe and Michael far away from me."
"Forget it, Dean. If anything this thing's after me."
"I know that's not true. You know that's not true."
"No?" Sam looked at him. "The demon has plans for me. It killed Mom and Jess because of me. What the hell makes you think it's not after me and using Chloe and Michael to do it?"
"Chloe and Michael are my family Sammy." Dean said, finally rolling his head toward his brother.
There was a moment of silence. "They're mine too," he said quietly, looking away.
Dean pushed off the Impala and stood directly in front of Sam, "Is Michael *your* son?"
"No," he whispered. "He's my nephew."
"Exactly. He's after *my* son. It has nothing to do with you. You hear me?"
Sam didn't respond, simply shut his eyes.
"So I want you get them out of here. And far away from me." He grabbed Sam's shoulders, "Can you do that for me?"
"Dean, this is a bad idea," he whispered.
"How?"
"What makes you think the demon's not gonna come after them even if we are away from you?"
Dean ran a hand through his short, spiky hair, "I...I don't know."
"We have a better chance of beating this thing if we all stick together."
"How, Sam? How are we going to beat this?" He asked, despair very evident in his voice.
"I don't know," he admitted. "But you know as well as I do we have a better shot of protecting them if we're together, man."
"You're right..."
Sam blew out a breath and looked in the back window where Chloe was cradling and feeding Michael. "She needs sleep."
Dean nodded, "But how do you expect her to sleep?"
"I don't know." He rubbed the back of his neck.
"Unless I knock her out..."
Sam gave him a look.
"That's the only way she's gonna sleep." He said, shrugging.
"You're not gonna knock her out, Dean!"
"I know that, you idiot."
He sighed and pushed away from the car, looking around the parking lot.
"We need to find some place to stay, and I need to go back and get our things from the house." Dean said, beginning to pace.
"You should stay with them. I'll go back."
"Sam, don't argue."
He sighed heavily.
"Just don't tell Chloe I went."
"What I am supposed to tell her when she asks where you went, Dean?"
He shrugged, "Something. I don't know."
He sighed and raked a hand through his hair. "Fine."
"Thanks man."
Nodding a little, he slowly moved around toward the passenger seat. "We'll find a hotel."
Getting to the driver's door, Dean nodded, "Sounds good."
He glanced in the rearview at Chloe. "How ya doing?"
"Where are we going?" she responded.
"Hotel."
She slowly strapped Michael into the carseat once more, his eyes closing as he began to doze off.
Dean let out a sigh as he drove aimlessly around town, trying to find a good place for them to stay.
"Dean." Sam's voice was quiet as he nodded toward a Super 8.
He made a face but turned into the parking lot anyway.
Chloe stared blankly out the window, barely aware of anything going on around her.
Stopping the car, Dean turned to Sam, "Can you go...?"
"I'll get a room," he confirmed, climbing out of the car.
"Thanks."
Nodding, Sam headed away, leaving Dean and Chloe alone in the car with their sleeping son.
"Chloe, look at me." He whispered.
She blinked slowly and turned her gaze to meet his.
"You're safe."
Chloe looked at their son. It wasn't her safety that she was worried about.
"Michael's safe too."
"For how long?" she whispered almost inaudibly.
"The rest of his life." He promised.
She blinked back tears. "We'll all be okay?"
He gave her a forced smile, "Yeah, we'll all be okay."
He was lying. Trying to make her feel better. Forcing herself to smile back, she simply nodded.
Dean knew that smile as soon as it appeared on her face. Knew that she knew he was just trying to make her feel better, "I love you."
"I love you, too," she whispered. "Where's Sam?"
"He's getting us a room."
"Oh," she whispered.
"I want you to get some sleep tonight."
Chloe bit her lip and stared out the window again.
He grabbed her hand and kissed it, "Please?"
"I'm not sure I can," she admitted in a whisper.
"I'll be there for you." He whispered back.
Nodding tearfully, she forced herself to take a deep breath. She was exhausted.
Sam came back to the car and handed a few keys to Dean, "I got separate rooms so you guys could have your space."
"Thanks, man."
Chloe slowly unfastened the car seat and pulled Michael out gently, pressing a kiss to his forehead and reaching for the door handle.
Dean shot out of the car as she tried to open the door. In no time, he'd pulled it open for her, "You really should wait for me."
She offered him a small smile as she climbed out of the backseat.
He smiled back, then opened the motel room door, with a sigh, "Home sweet home."
* * *
Chloe put Michael in his crib, watching as he began to fall asleep, a peaceful look on his face. She smiled softly. And then she heard it: the same sinister laugh that had been haunting her since right after Michael was born. Frightened, she turned to see a figure standing in the doorway.
She screamed.
Sam heard the scream from his room and ran through the door connecting their rooms, "Chloe!"
She sat up in bed, trying to find a light to turn on, convinced that the demon was there in the room somewhere. "Michael!" The lamp crashed to the floor, shattering.
He dashed forward as the lamp shattered, "Chloe! You're alright! Michael's alright!"
"No, he's here! I saw him!"
"No one's here! You're safe." He lowered his voice, "You're fine."
"Please turn the light on," she whispered, shuddering as she climbed out of bed.
Going over to the wall, he flipped the light on, "See? Nothing."
Her face deathly pale, she looked around the room, trembling violently. "Where's Dean?"
Sam looked around and bit his lip, "He's okay. He just went out."
"Where?" she whispered, shaking her head, as the panic began to build within her.
"To make sure everything's secure around here. He'll be back."
Feeling sick, she started for the door, wincing as her bare foot came down hard on shattered glass. She ignored it and moved forward.
Getting in front of her, Sam picked her up and put her back on the bed, "There's no way you're leaving."
"I have to find Dean." She started to get up again.
"He'll be back." He said, pushing her back down, "Besides, you're bleeding."
"I don't care!"
"Yeah, well I do! And Dean'll kick my ass if he knows you're walking around like this!"
Her face crumpled as she started to cry softly.
He pulled her into a tight hug, "Shhh....it'll be okay."
Pressing her face against his shoulder, she gripped onto his shirt as she cried.
It wasn't going to be okay.
It couldn't possibly be.
* * *
Dean yawned as he parked the Impala back into the spot it had been the night before. Leaving all of their stuff in the car, he walked up to the door and prayed that Chloe was still asleep when he walked in the door.
She wasn't. She was wide awake on the bed, Michael asleep in her arms as Sam was cleaning up the shattered glass on the floor.
As he walked in, he was shocked at what he saw, "What the hell happened?"
Letting out a breath, Sam glanced up at him before dumping the glass into trash can. "Chloe had a nightmare."
"I broke the lamp," she said dully.
Dean winced, "Ouch."
Sam sighed softly and rose to his feet, nodding toward the far side of the room and looking at his brother.
He followed him to the side, "Yeah?"
"You gotta stay with her man. She was freaking out earlier."
"I plan on it." He said quietly, "I just needed to get our stuff."
Nodding, he looked at Chloe worriedly. "She was really scared when you weren't here. And you might wanna check on her foot. I wrapped it, but..."
"Woa, what happened to her foot?" Dean asked, panic rising in him.
"She stepped on the glass trying to get to the door to find you," Sam said softly.
"Damn it." He looked back over at her, then back to his brother, "Okay...you can go...do something...I don't know."
"I'll be next door if you need me." Sam headed for the door that connected their rooms.
Dean nodded, "Thanks for taking care of her."
He paused, biting his lower lip and nodding. "Sure thing," he whispered before ducking into his own room.
Turning around, Dean went over and crawled onto the bed beside Chloe, "Hey."
"Hey," she whispered back, meeting his gaze.
"You alright?"
"Not really." Chloe swallowed hard, looking down at their infant son asleep in her arms.
Dean wrapped his arms arouund her, and kissed the top of her forehead, "I love you."
"I love you too. So much." Her voice was choked.
"We'll make it through this." He said, trying not to let his voice crack as he heard her voice.
"Promise me," she whispered.
"I promise."
Chloe kissed him softly on the lips, wanting so badly to believe him, it hurt.
He kissed her back, putting a hand to her cheek.
At that moment the door connecting their room to Sam's flew open and he stepped inside. "Dean!" There was a hint of excitement in his voice.
Chloe looked up, startled.
Dean looked up as well, just as startled as Chloe, "What?!"
"I just got a call from Bobby. Dean, he has the Colt."
He jumped off the bed, "He does?"
"He got it from some hunter at the Roadhouse. It's in tact." He gazed at his brother intently.
Chloe's heart skipped a couple of beats. "*The* Colt?"
"In tact. There's a bullet left still?" Dean asked, shocked beyond belief.
"Man, I don't know how, but that's what he said."
He turned around, a real smile appearing on his face and he walked back over to Chloe, "We really are gonna be okay."
Her eyes welling with tears, this time for a different reason, she looked down at Michael and smiled.
Getting back onto the bed, he held her and Michael close to him.
Sam couldn't help but smile. Things were gonna be okay after all.
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 Five
Sam traded places with Chloe at the grocery store hours later so she could feed Michael a bottle. Dean stood outside the car, faced away from them, and Sam closed the passenger door before gazing at him. "Dean."
He still didn't turn around, "What Sammy?"
"You all right, man?" he asked quietly.
"Sure."
He slowly moved around to the other side of the car where his brother stood, leaning against the Impala beside him. He was silent for a long moment. "What can I do?"
"Get Dad and the Colt back."
Sam closed his eyes. If only that were possible.
Dean sighed and shifted, "You need to get Chloe and Michael far away from me."
"Forget it, Dean. If anything this thing's after me."
"I know that's not true. You know that's not true."
"No?" Sam looked at him. "The demon has plans for me. It killed Mom and Jess because of me. What the hell makes you think it's not after me and using Chloe and Michael to do it?"
"Chloe and Michael are my family Sammy." Dean said, finally rolling his head toward his brother.
There was a moment of silence. "They're mine too," he said quietly, looking away.
Dean pushed off the Impala and stood directly in front of Sam, "Is Michael *your* son?"
"No," he whispered. "He's my nephew."
"Exactly. He's after *my* son. It has nothing to do with you. You hear me?"
Sam didn't respond, simply shut his eyes.
"So I want you get them out of here. And far away from me." He grabbed Sam's shoulders, "Can you do that for me?"
"Dean, this is a bad idea," he whispered.
"How?"
"What makes you think the demon's not gonna come after them even if we are away from you?"
Dean ran a hand through his short, spiky hair, "I...I don't know."
"We have a better chance of beating this thing if we all stick together."
"How, Sam? How are we going to beat this?" He asked, despair very evident in his voice.
"I don't know," he admitted. "But you know as well as I do we have a better shot of protecting them if we're together, man."
"You're right..."
Sam blew out a breath and looked in the back window where Chloe was cradling and feeding Michael. "She needs sleep."
Dean nodded, "But how do you expect her to sleep?"
"I don't know." He rubbed the back of his neck.
"Unless I knock her out..."
Sam gave him a look.
"That's the only way she's gonna sleep." He said, shrugging.
"You're not gonna knock her out, Dean!"
"I know that, you idiot."
He sighed and pushed away from the car, looking around the parking lot.
"We need to find some place to stay, and I need to go back and get our things from the house." Dean said, beginning to pace.
"You should stay with them. I'll go back."
"Sam, don't argue."
He sighed heavily.
"Just don't tell Chloe I went."
"What I am supposed to tell her when she asks where you went, Dean?"
He shrugged, "Something. I don't know."
He sighed and raked a hand through his hair. "Fine."
"Thanks man."
Nodding a little, he slowly moved around toward the passenger seat. "We'll find a hotel."
Getting to the driver's door, Dean nodded, "Sounds good."
He glanced in the rearview at Chloe. "How ya doing?"
"Where are we going?" she responded.
"Hotel."
She slowly strapped Michael into the carseat once more, his eyes closing as he began to doze off.
Dean let out a sigh as he drove aimlessly around town, trying to find a good place for them to stay.
"Dean." Sam's voice was quiet as he nodded toward a Super 8.
He made a face but turned into the parking lot anyway.
Chloe stared blankly out the window, barely aware of anything going on around her.
Stopping the car, Dean turned to Sam, "Can you go...?"
"I'll get a room," he confirmed, climbing out of the car.
"Thanks."
Nodding, Sam headed away, leaving Dean and Chloe alone in the car with their sleeping son.
"Chloe, look at me." He whispered.
She blinked slowly and turned her gaze to meet his.
"You're safe."
Chloe looked at their son. It wasn't her safety that she was worried about.
"Michael's safe too."
"For how long?" she whispered almost inaudibly.
"The rest of his life." He promised.
She blinked back tears. "We'll all be okay?"
He gave her a forced smile, "Yeah, we'll all be okay."
He was lying. Trying to make her feel better. Forcing herself to smile back, she simply nodded.
Dean knew that smile as soon as it appeared on her face. Knew that she knew he was just trying to make her feel better, "I love you."
"I love you, too," she whispered. "Where's Sam?"
"He's getting us a room."
"Oh," she whispered.
"I want you to get some sleep tonight."
Chloe bit her lip and stared out the window again.
He grabbed her hand and kissed it, "Please?"
"I'm not sure I can," she admitted in a whisper.
"I'll be there for you." He whispered back.
Nodding tearfully, she forced herself to take a deep breath. She was exhausted.
Sam came back to the car and handed a few keys to Dean, "I got separate rooms so you guys could have your space."
"Thanks, man."
Chloe slowly unfastened the car seat and pulled Michael out gently, pressing a kiss to his forehead and reaching for the door handle.
Dean shot out of the car as she tried to open the door. In no time, he'd pulled it open for her, "You really should wait for me."
She offered him a small smile as she climbed out of the backseat.
He smiled back, then opened the motel room door, with a sigh, "Home sweet home."
* * *
Chloe put Michael in his crib, watching as he began to fall asleep, a peaceful look on his face. She smiled softly. And then she heard it: the same sinister laugh that had been haunting her since right after Michael was born. Frightened, she turned to see a figure standing in the doorway.
She screamed.
Sam heard the scream from his room and ran through the door connecting their rooms, "Chloe!"
She sat up in bed, trying to find a light to turn on, convinced that the demon was there in the room somewhere. "Michael!" The lamp crashed to the floor, shattering.
He dashed forward as the lamp shattered, "Chloe! You're alright! Michael's alright!"
"No, he's here! I saw him!"
"No one's here! You're safe." He lowered his voice, "You're fine."
"Please turn the light on," she whispered, shuddering as she climbed out of bed.
Going over to the wall, he flipped the light on, "See? Nothing."
Her face deathly pale, she looked around the room, trembling violently. "Where's Dean?"
Sam looked around and bit his lip, "He's okay. He just went out."
"Where?" she whispered, shaking her head, as the panic began to build within her.
"To make sure everything's secure around here. He'll be back."
Feeling sick, she started for the door, wincing as her bare foot came down hard on shattered glass. She ignored it and moved forward.
Getting in front of her, Sam picked her up and put her back on the bed, "There's no way you're leaving."
"I have to find Dean." She started to get up again.
"He'll be back." He said, pushing her back down, "Besides, you're bleeding."
"I don't care!"
"Yeah, well I do! And Dean'll kick my ass if he knows you're walking around like this!"
Her face crumpled as she started to cry softly.
He pulled her into a tight hug, "Shhh....it'll be okay."
Pressing her face against his shoulder, she gripped onto his shirt as she cried.
It wasn't going to be okay.
It couldn't possibly be.
* * *
Dean yawned as he parked the Impala back into the spot it had been the night before. Leaving all of their stuff in the car, he walked up to the door and prayed that Chloe was still asleep when he walked in the door.
She wasn't. She was wide awake on the bed, Michael asleep in her arms as Sam was cleaning up the shattered glass on the floor.
As he walked in, he was shocked at what he saw, "What the hell happened?"
Letting out a breath, Sam glanced up at him before dumping the glass into trash can. "Chloe had a nightmare."
"I broke the lamp," she said dully.
Dean winced, "Ouch."
Sam sighed softly and rose to his feet, nodding toward the far side of the room and looking at his brother.
He followed him to the side, "Yeah?"
"You gotta stay with her man. She was freaking out earlier."
"I plan on it." He said quietly, "I just needed to get our stuff."
Nodding, he looked at Chloe worriedly. "She was really scared when you weren't here. And you might wanna check on her foot. I wrapped it, but..."
"Woa, what happened to her foot?" Dean asked, panic rising in him.
"She stepped on the glass trying to get to the door to find you," Sam said softly.
"Damn it." He looked back over at her, then back to his brother, "Okay...you can go...do something...I don't know."
"I'll be next door if you need me." Sam headed for the door that connected their rooms.
Dean nodded, "Thanks for taking care of her."
He paused, biting his lower lip and nodding. "Sure thing," he whispered before ducking into his own room.
Turning around, Dean went over and crawled onto the bed beside Chloe, "Hey."
"Hey," she whispered back, meeting his gaze.
"You alright?"
"Not really." Chloe swallowed hard, looking down at their infant son asleep in her arms.
Dean wrapped his arms arouund her, and kissed the top of her forehead, "I love you."
"I love you too. So much." Her voice was choked.
"We'll make it through this." He said, trying not to let his voice crack as he heard her voice.
"Promise me," she whispered.
"I promise."
Chloe kissed him softly on the lips, wanting so badly to believe him, it hurt.
He kissed her back, putting a hand to her cheek.
At that moment the door connecting their room to Sam's flew open and he stepped inside. "Dean!" There was a hint of excitement in his voice.
Chloe looked up, startled.
Dean looked up as well, just as startled as Chloe, "What?!"
"I just got a call from Bobby. Dean, he has the Colt."
He jumped off the bed, "He does?"
"He got it from some hunter at the Roadhouse. It's in tact." He gazed at his brother intently.
Chloe's heart skipped a couple of beats. "*The* Colt?"
"In tact. There's a bullet left still?" Dean asked, shocked beyond belief.
"Man, I don't know how, but that's what he said."
He turned around, a real smile appearing on his face and he walked back over to Chloe, "We really are gonna be okay."
Her eyes welling with tears, this time for a different reason, she looked down at Michael and smiled.
Getting back onto the bed, he held her and Michael close to him.
Sam couldn't help but smile. Things were gonna be okay after all.