Sweet Sacrifice (6-8/10), Rated R Chloe/Dean, Chloe/Sam

[xtremeroswellia]

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six-Eight | Conclusion

Chapter Six

The day of Michael's six month birthday brought tension and anxiety for every member of the Winchester-Sullivan household, even little Michael himself. Seeming to sense the fear in the air, he fussed all day long and refused to take a nap even when Chloe laid down with him. The past few months had gone by quickly--far too quickly for Chloe's liking.

After the guys had retrieved the Colt from Bobby she'd finally began to sleep and eat again, feeling like they had an actual chance of surviving this whole mess in tact. But now that the day was here, she was dreading what it would bring. She didn't let her son out of her sight the entire day, and Dean and Sam didn't let either of them out of their sights, either.

Dean coughed as he sat in the couch beside Chloe. The tension was almost too much for him, and he had to find a way to get rid of some of it. Even if it was just for the sake of Michael. Glancing at Chloe, he finally spoke up, "We need to do something."

"Like what?" she asked uncertainly.

"No idea."

"We could...play a game."

Chloe looked over to where Sam was sitting in the lounge chair.

"Like what?"

He shrugged. "Monopoly? Uno? Scrabble?"

Dean leaned back into the couch with an exaggerated sigh, "Dude, college really killed your sense of *fun* games."

"What? You wanna play strip poker with your brother and infant son in the room?" Sam shot back.

"From one extreme to another." Dean grumbled.

"Well, what do you wanna do?"

Chloe drew in a deep breath, trying to pretend she didn't notice the tension amongst them getting worse.

"Something not boring. That's for damn sure."

"Well that's helpful," Sam said dryly, looking up at the ceiling.

Sighing, Dean looked toward Chloe, "You have any ideas?"

"We could watch a movie," she said, glancing back at him.

He smiled, "I like movies."

"I know you do." Her eyes were soft.

Getting up, he walked over to the TV cabinet the had and looked through the few movies they had, "What you wanna watch?"

"I don't care. Whatever you wanna see." She pressed a kiss to Michael's forehead.

Smirking, he pulled out the only Disney movie they owned: Aladdin.

Chloe grinned. That was still one of her all-time favorite movies. She leaned back on the sofa and glanced over to where Sam was sitting.

Sam only rolled his eyes at the movie, "Oh this'll be fun."

"Oh come on. You know you like Aladdin," she teased.

"Oh, of course Sammy likes Aladdin. It was only the only movie he'd let us watch for three weeks straight." Dean said, coming over and sitting beside Chloe.

She grinned. "Always been one of my favorites, too." She kissed the top of her son's head again and leaned back against Dean.

He grinned, "Mine too."

She watched as the opening credits began to play, then cast a glance over at Sam. "Hey."

He raised an eyebrow, "Hmm?"

Chloe shifted Michael in her arms and patted the seat beside her. "Come join the rest of the family."

Getting up from his chair he came over and sat down by her, "Oh fiiine."

She grinned, relaxing back against Dean and focusing on the movie.

As the man at the beginning began singing, Dean began to hum along with it.

Chloe's grin widened a little. "Oh I come from a land from a faraway land where the caravan camels roam."

"Where it's flat and immense and the heat is intense." He leaned forward and looked at her, with a smile, "It's barbaric, but hey, it's home."

She giggled involuntarily.

"Where the wind's from the East and the Sun's from the West and the sand in the glass is right." Sam shook his head in amusement as he joined in.

It stayed like that through pretty much the rest of the movie, and the tension that was so thick in the air finally lightened immensely. Smiling as the credits rolled, Dean looked toward Chloe, "That was fun."

She smiled. "Yes, it was." She kissed him on the cheek, and looked down at their sleeping son. She carefully shifted him into Dean's arms.

He looked down at the bundle in his arms, "He's getting big."

"Yeah he is," she murmured, resting her head on his shoulder.

"He's gonna be a lady killer when he grows up."

"Like father, like son," Chloe said wryly.

"Hell yes."

She smile and pressed another kiss to his cheek. A wave of dread washed over her as she heard a sinister laugh inside her head.

Dean frowned as her expression changed, "You alright?"

Swallowing hard, she nodded. "Yeah." She looked at him for a moment, then shifted her gaze to Michael, and finally Sam.

She had a sick, horrible feeling it would be the last time the four of them were ever together.

* * *

Chloe kissed Dean's cheek as she took Michael from him and cradled him close. "I think it's time for bed for this little one," she whispered, pressing a kiss to the baby's forehead and slowly rising to her feet.

Dean rose to his feet as well and stared down at his son, "Definitely time for bed."

A pang of nervousness went through her and she forced it away. It was all gonna be all right. They had the Colt. If the demon showed up, Dean and Sam would kill it. They'd kill it before it had a chance to hurt Michael or her. Relaxing a little, she smiled as Dean kissed Michael's forehead, the baby's eyes drifting shut sleepily.

He rubbed his thumb over his son's forehead after he kissed him, "Love ya buddy."

She kissed Dean's cheek once more and slowly headed down the hall toward the nursery.

What Chloe didn't know when she walked into the room was the fact that there was a dark figure standing in the corner. Hiding in the shadows. Watching. Waiting.

Feeling an odd sense of deja vu, Chloe paused for a moment before slowly laying Michael in the crib. The lights flickered and the breath caught in her throat, the hair on the back of her neck standing up. "Just my imagination," she said under her breath.

"Yes, just your imagination."

A cold chill ran down her back as she slowly turned to see the figure in the corner.

It smiled and stepped out of the shadows, "What? No greeting?"

"Fuck you," she said harshly, icy tendrils of fear wrapping around her spine.

"Oh, now that wasn't a very nice thing to say to a guest." It said with mock-hurt.

"An unwelcome guest." Keeping herself between the demon and her son's crib, she cast a glance toward the door.

"Don't worry...I'm just here for one thing..."

"You're not getting my son." A scream escaped her as her body was suddenly propelled through the air and thrown against the wall, horror gripping her as she found herself staring down at Michael's sleeping face as she was pinned to the ceiling. Pain shot across her stomach as a large gash appeared, blood dripping onto the crib below.

It chuckled as it stared up at her terrified face. It fed off the fear she was experiencing, and only looked down when the door burst open and both Winchester brothers came through.

Dean had the Colt pointed at the demon, "Let her go you son of a bitch."

Chloe cried out as her body crashed down onto the floor heavily.

Sam rushed toward her as Dean rushed toward the crib where he grabbed his son and kept his gun trained on the demon. "Sam, get her and come take Michael out of here."

Pain ripped through her as Sam helped her to her feet. She pressed a hand against her stomach.

Picking her up, Sam rushed her out to the couch and put her down gently before rushing back into the room and taking Michael from Dean.

"Now, I think we have something to settle." Dean growled, shifting his stance now that he didn't have Michael in his arms.

The demon smirked at him. "You think so?"

"Yeah. I do."

"But I'm not after you, Dean. It was never about you." He smirked a bit more.

"You think I care? I don't care who you're after, I'm going to stop you."

"You sure you want to?" He moved around Dean, resting a hand on the crib. "It's your brother I want," he hissed.

"Well, you're not getting him." Dean snarled.

The demon smiled at him, his eyes yellow and turning to look at Sam, who stood in the doorway with a shotgun filled with rocksalt. "Why don't you tell big brother why I'm here, Sammy?"

Sam stood with a glare on his face, "I don't know why the hell you're here."

He grinned. "Sure you do. This has always been about you."

He rolled his eyes, "Of course it is."

"Why don't you tell Dean how you feel about his wife?"

Dean glanced over at his brother, "Sammy?"

Sam shook his head, "I don't know what he's talking about."

The demon looked at Dean. "Little Sammy's been in love with her this whole time. Wishes that baby was his own, too. Don't you, Sam?"

"You're lying." Dean said, cocking his gun.

"Am I?" he whispered, watching the color drain from Sam's face. "Ask yourself why he's so protective of her, Dean-o."

"He protects her because he loves her, but not in the way I do." Dean whispered, barely controlling his rage.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." He turned to look at Sam. "Does it bother you that she chose him?"

Sam turned away from the gaze and closed his eyes.

Dean also looked at his brother and felt his heart drop, "Sam..."

"Don't."

The demon grinned, satisfied at the pain it felt from both of the men in the room. "And Chloe's known all along, too."

Whipping his head back to the demon, Dean began advancing on him, "You sick son of a bitch."

Without another word, the demon leapt out of the nursery window, taking off at a dead run.

Tucking the gun into the small of his back, Dean made to go after it, "Look after Chloe."

"Clark's on his way," Sam responded, cocking his shotgun and heading for the window.

"How the hell do you know that?"

"I called him."

"Good." With that, he dove out the window and began to run in the direction the demon had headed.

Chapter Seven

Chloe lay on the sofa with Michael in her arms, wincing as she kept one hand pressed against her stomach where the blood was oozing out. Her heart was pounding heavily and she was waiting for a gunshot, something to signal that the demon was dead. That Dean and Sam were safe. Instead, she found herself staring wide-eyed at Clark Kent.

"Chloe!" He rushed over to her and kneeled beside her as he saw the blood, "God...what the hell happened to you?"

"Clark, what are you doing here?" she asked in confusion, looking toward the hallway.

"Sam called."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "Go check on them. In the nursery. Hurry, Clark!"

He did what he was told and came back seconds later with a bewildered look on his face, "They're...not there."

"What?" She sat up, alarmed.

He came over and pushed her back down, "They're gone...but I'm sure they'll be back."

"No, Clark, the demon was here. You have to go find them!"

"No, I'm going to take care of you. You're bleeding."

"I'm fine! It's a superficial wound! Please, go find them!"

He was about to protest when the front door slammed open. Dean and Sam came through the door, Dean throwing down his gun, "Son of a bitch!"

"Dean!" Chloe's voice broke and she gently pushed Michael into Clark's arms, rising to her feet to move to his side.

Dean took her into his arms and hugged her fiercely.

She buried her face against his neck, trembling. "Are you okay?"

He nodded, "I'm fine." Then picking her up, he put her on the couch and walked towards the bathroom, "You're not though."

"It's not that big of a deal." The paleness of her face spoke otherwise, however. There was a large bloodstain on her shirt.

Rolling his eyes, he came back with the first aid kit and gently pulled her shirt up, immediately paling at all the blood that was on her, "God..."

"I'm all right, Dean," she whispered, reaching out and running her fingers through his hair.

Clark stood back, alarmed by the large gash on her abdomen as he gently bounced Michael in his arms. "What happened?"

"Demon." Sam whispered, shocked as well at the sight before him.

"Chloe, we need to get you to a hospital," He said worriedly, looking at the Winchester's.

Dean nodded as he covered the wound with gauze and wrapped it, "We do."

She winced at the pressure, unable to hold back a cry of pain.

He winced as well, then picked her up, "And we're going now."

"The demon," she whispered, her head falling weakly against his shoulder.

"We'll get it." He whispered back, stepping through the front door as soon as Sam opened it. Walking down the front steps, he opened the back door of his Impala and slid her in gently, then stood and fished his keys out of his pocket and gave them to Clark, "Take care of them, okay?"

"No, where are you going?" Chloe asked fearfully, grabbing his arm.

"I'm going to kill this thing."

"Please...stay with me." Her voice was weak, her eyes pleading.

I can't." He whispered, choking back tears.

"Yes you can. I need you. Please." She grasped his shirt with one hand.

He bent down beside her and ran one of his hands through her hair, "I know, but this demon...if I don't go now-"

"I don't care," she said fiercely, pressing her lips against his.

He kissed her back, but pulled away quickly, "I have to go."

"No," Chloe protested, trying to grab his shirt again.

Swallowing back the lump in his throat, he gently pulled her hands away, "I'm sorry."

A sob escaped her. "Dean, please...stay with me." The feeling of dread she'd had for the past few months welled up within her. "Please."

"I'll come back." He whispered, tears beginning to well in his eyes.

"Promise me." Her voice was strained and she whimpered as pain shot through her stomach as she cried softly.

He bent down and kissed her, drawing it out.

"Promise me," she whispered against his mouth. "You come back to me."

"I promise. I'll come back."

Chloe felt her heartbreaking as he pulled away from her, another tear slid down her cheek and she held her breath.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you," she whispered back.

Wiping away the tears that formed in his eyes, he cleared his throat and turned to Clark, "Take care of her and Michael."

"I will," he promised, looking worried as he slid into the driver's seat of the Impala.

Nodding, he shut Chloe's door and let his hand linger on the door before Clark began pulling out of the driveway.

She pressed her hand against the glass against his, another sob escaping her.

Dean watched until the car was out of sight before turning to his brother, "We need to call Ash."

"Man, are you all right?"

"Not really."

His eyes were filled with worry as he looked at his brother. "She'll be okay," he whispered, though he was worried, too.

"Yeah. I know." He said, rubbing a hand down his face.

"I'll make the call," Sam said quietly, turning and heading back into the house, every muscle in his body tense.

Dean followed his brother into the house. They needed to get ready for this, because it was gonna be one hell of a battle.

Chapter Eight

Within thirty minutes, Ash had located the demon with his computer. Sam slowly hung up the phone, turning to look at his brother, his heart thundering in his chest. "Found it."

The older Winchester looked up from the guns he was currently checking, "Where?"

"Few blocks from here. Near the hospital," he said grimly.

"Damn it." Dean threw the rest of the guns in his cloth bag and slung it over his shoulder, "Lets go."

Nodding, Sam followed his brother out the door. One way or another, this was going to end tonight.

Walking out the door, Dean swore when it occurred to him that he'd let Clark take the Impala. Looking back at his brother, he sighed, "We need to steal a car."

Nodding without hesitation, Sam glanced around. "The Wilson's are out of town for the week. We'll take theirs."

"Works for me."

Quickly moving across the lawn, Sam knelt down beside the driver's door and picked the lock quickly.

After Sam had gotten the door unlocked, Dean opened the door and quickly got under the dash, starting the car within a minute.

He moved around to the passenger side and jumped in as Dean slid behind the wheel. Sam gave him directions, feeling tense and worried.

Dean didn't let up on the accelerator the whole way to their destination. Once they were near their destination, he slammed on the breaks and hopped out of the car.

"We need a plan," Sam said as he climbed out of the car, as well.

"We have one. Go after the son of a bitch and kill it."

"Dean..." He swallowed hard, following him quickly.

He stopped and turned, "What?"

Sam stopped in his tracks, guilt racking him. "What the demon said..."

He held his hand up and shook his head, "It's all good."

"No, it's not," he whispered.

"Well it's going to have to be for now."

Sam drew in a breath. "Okay." His voice was quiet.

Sensing something around them, Dean pulled his gun from the back of his jeans and held it in front of him.

He started to say something when he suddenly found himself thrown hard against a tree. Hard enough to knock all the air from his lungs and make him feel dizzy.

"Sammy!" Dean ran toward his brother, "Damn it. You okay?"

He winced. "Fine...God." He tried to move, but found some unseen force held him in place. Not again, he thought, feeling sick.

His eyes went wide when he realized his brother was frozen to the spot. Whipping around, Dean shifted the gun from one side to the other, "Let him go!"

"Now where's the fun in that?" The demon stepped out from behind another tree, taking a swing and knocking Dean hard to the ground.

Dean saw stars as he fell to the ground, "Son of a-"

"Now, now...don't talk about my mother that way," he said, tsking. "You wouldn't want me to talk about YOUR mother that way, would you?" He smirked.

"You think...you're so clever." He shot back, standing slowly, "Your evil villain talk sucks."

The demon smirked again. "How about this? When I finish boiling your brothers insides, I'm going to drag you to the hospital and make you watch as I kill your pretty blonde girlfriend," he hissed, his eyes shining yellow in the darkness.

Dean raised his gun and cocked it, "You leave my family alone."

"Oh. I'm shaking." Raising his chin a little, he watched in satisfaction as the gun flew out of Dean's hand, landing several feet away. Then he turned his attention to Sam. "You're a lot more trouble than you've ever been worth." His eyes darkening, he smiled at Sam's screams of pain.

Growling, he launched himself at the demon, rage surging through him as he heard his brother's screams.

The demon turned just in time to grab Dean by the throat, squeezing hard.

"Dean!" Sam struggled to break free of the thing's hold on him, gritting his teeth.

Dean choked at the pressure the thing put on his neck. He fought back, trying to give air to his starved lungs.

With a powerful surge, the demon tossed Dean away like a ragdoll, squeezing his hand into a tight fist and smiling broadly when the eldest Winchester writhed in pain on the ground. After a couple of moments he turned his attention back to Sam, his eyes flashing black once more.

Sam felt himself rapidly losing consciousness as it felt like his insides were melting.

Willing the pain to fade, Dean dragged himself toward the gun, hoping he'd get there before the demon could kill his brother.

"I can't wait to torture Chloe and little Michael," he whispered into Sam's ear, grinning and focusing on slowly killing him once more.

Finally reaching the gun, he stood and aimed at the demon's head. Coking the Colt, he let off the last shot and prayed that it hit its target dead on.

Sam suddenly tumbled to the ground in a heap, moaning.

The yellow eyed demon's eyes registered shock for the briefest of moments and then fell to the ground as well, dead.

Dean let out a breath he'd been holding and ran to his brother, dropping to his side and grabbing his face, "Sammy...Sammy talk to me."

He shuddered, his eyes rolling back in his head for a moment. "Is it dead?" he whispered.

"Yeah. He's dead."

He lay still for a moment, a hand pressed to his stomach. "It's over..."

"After all these years." Dean whispered. Looking his brother over, he bit his lip, "Can you stand dude?"

Sam exhaled slowly. "I think so." He slowly pushed himself off the ground, groaning. "You saved my life."

"It's what brothers are for." He said, helping the younger stand.

He shut his eyes, not caring if Dean got pissed at him as he wrapped his arms around his brother in a hug. It was finally over.

To his surprise, Dean found himself hugging his brother back.

"Come on. Let's get you back to Chloe and your son," Sam murmured, his body tired as he turned to head for the car.

He turned with his brother, but his steps faltered and he felt himself falling to the ground.

"Dean?" He turned back around slowly to see his brother collapse to the ground. "Dean!" He quickly knelt down beside him, ignoring his own pain.

Dean closed his eyes and swallowed, pain beginning to flare up within him, "God..."

"What's happening? What's wrong?" Sam looked at him, fear rising up within him.

"I don't...I don't know." He whispered.

"All right, hang on man, you're gonna be fine." He reached into his coat pocket and grabbed his cell phone, dialing 911 and calling for an ambulance.

Dean put his hand up to his brother's arms, "Don't."

"Don't what?" he asked in confusion.

"Just...don't." He said as the pain hit him in a wave, "God...my stomach..."

"Dean, we need to get you to the hospital!" Sam hesitated, afraid to pick him up and cause him more pain.

"Then give it...a minute."

Swallowing hard, he nodded slightly, unable to rid himself of the dread he felt. "I'm gonna take a look at your stomach." He reached out and slowly pulled Dean's shirt up, his face paling.

When he didn't hear Sam respond, he opened his eyes, "How...bad?"

Sam felt sick. "You're gonna be fine." He quickly reached for his phone again, his face pale with shock.

"Somehow...I know...you're lying."

He put in the order for the ambulance, his words urgent, fearful. "Just...try not to move, Dean."

"M proud of you." He whispered, eyes beginning to drift shut.

"Hey, look at me!" Sam reached out and patted his cheek. "Keep your eyes open!"

Dean opened his eyes slowly, "You...tell Chloe...I'm sorry."

"No way. Don't even talk like that, Dean! You promised her!"

"Some promises...get...broken."

"Not this one!" he said fiercely. "You're not gonna die, you hear me?"

He smiled slightly, a shadow of his normal, snarky one, "You get to take care of them now."

"Dean, don't even go there. They don't need me, they need you!"

The smile faded away from Dean's face and the pain hit again, making his breathing ragged. He knew he didn't have much time left, "I'll...be...there."

"Hell yes you will be. You and Chloe are gonna get married and have at least one more kid. Michael needs a little brother to look after. Even if he turns out to be a pain in the ass." Sam's voice was choked.

"And...he'll...get one. Just...not...by...me."

"Dean, don't say that. Come on, man. The sirens...you hear 'em?"

He shook his head and looked toward the sky, "I hear...I hear music."

"What?" Sam felt another wave of dread wash over him.

"Kinda...like what mom used to sing." He breathed out.

Tears burned his eyes. "Dean...don't...they need you, man. And so do I. We can't do this without you."

"Yes you can. And...you will. I know you will." His eyes began to flicker, and breathing became a struggle, but his body was numb.

A soft sob escaped him. "Yeah, but I don't want to," he whispered.

Dean reached a hand weakly up to Sam's face, "I...believe...in you."

A tear slipped down his cheek. "You always have."

"And...you know...what else?"

He shut his eyes, swallowing hard. "What?"

"I...love you...man."

What was left of Sam's heart broke. "I love you, too, Dean. You've always been there for me. Always...I don't know how I can do this without you."

"You'll do it. And...I'll...be...watching." He sucked in another pained breath, "You...take care...of Chloe...and Michael..."

Another tear fell. "I will. I swear it," he whispered, his voice breaking.

"And...if you...ruin the car...I'll...haunt...your ass."

"I'll take are of it too." He swallowed hard.

Dean let his hand drop, "Good...s'good..." and his eyes closed.

Sam slowly laid his head down on his brother's chest, the sound of ambulance sirens ringing in his ears as he wept.

He could hear his brother sobbing in the distance, but couldn't come back to him. He was just so tired. Hearing his name, he turned around and moved toward it. Drawing his last breath, Dean Winchester fell into an eternal sleep.

* * *

Chloe started suddenly, unsure of what had woken her from her restless sleep, a feeling of unease sweeping over her as she looked around the hospital room. In the corner, Clark stood, cradling Michael in his arms silently as he stared out the window. Her eyebrows furrowing, she looked toward the door. "Dean?" she whispered, seeing him standing there, perfectly still for a moment.

"Dean?" She shoved her blankets aside and slid off the bed, confused as he simply gazed at her without speaking.

And then he was gone.

Her eyes welled with tears. "God, please, no," she whispered, lifting a hand to her mouth. "No!"

Clark's head whipped over to Chloe, as her yell startled him out of his thoughts, "Chloe...what's wrong?"

She slowly sank to her knees, weeping. "He's gone, Clark...he's gone."

He got up and kneeled next to her, cradling Michael even closer, "What do you mean?"

"Dean's...he's gone," she whimpered, laying on the cold tile floor.

Shock swept over him, and somehow, he knew she was right. "Oh god. Chloe..."

She didn't hear him as she sobbed brokenly, her heart shattered beyond repair.