SPN/SV Fic: How to Save a Life (5/?)
Title: How to Save a Life
Authors: X_tremeroswellian and Shadow_One
Disclaimer: Not ours. Don’t sue. Thanks.
Rating: R for language and violence.
Author’s Note: This story follows two others, the first titled, “Everything Will Be…” and the second, “Sweet Sacrifice.” If you haven’t read those, you’ll be lost with this one.
Author’s Note 2: The title was obviously inspired by the song “How to Save a Life” by the Fray.
Spoiler warnings: Up through and including “Freak” for Smallville and “Born Under a Bad Sign” for Supernatural.
Previous parts here: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight |
Chapter Five
Five
A little while later, Chloe returned with a quiet entrance, finding Sam and the boys around the kitchen table eating. She forced a smile. "I'm just gonna wash up, guys. I'll be back." She headed for the bathroom.
Putting down his burger, Sam rose, "I'll be back too." He followed Chloe down the hall.
Chloe washed her face with a cool wash cloth, forcing herself to take a deep breath. The soft knock on the door startled her and she glanced up. "Yeah?"
"Where'd you go?"
She paused at the sound of Sam's voice. "I had to run an article into work."
He sighed, "Alright."
“Thanks for making dinner, Sam."
"No problem." He said, walking away from the door.
She closed her eyes, letting her shoulders slump. She knew he knew she was lying.
Sitting back at the table, Sam forced yet another smile in front of the boys, "Good dinner?"
Matthew nodded enthusiastically. "Yummy!"
"Good, that's good bud." He looked over at Matthew, "What about you?"
Michael nodded, too, though he was glancing toward the hallway with a worried expression on his face. "It's good, Uncle Sam."
"Well, it definitely smells good," Chloe said with false cheer as she slipped into the room and sat down.
Sam nodded silently, then finished his burger. Standing, he took his plate to the sink, "I've got a class to get ready for, I'll be back later."
She swallowed hard, guilt sweeping over her. She slowly stood up and moved over to the sink. "Sam--"
Putting the plate in the sink, he didn't look at her, "I'm gonna be late."
She dropped her head, tears prickling at her eyes. "Okay."
Walking around her, he quickly said goodbye to the boys, picked up his bag, and was out the door.
She swallowed hard, falling silent. If there was one thing she was really good at, it was screwing things up.
And this time...she wasn't sure if she could fix them.
* * *
He watched as the man finally left from her house. She was finally alone with the boys. He could make his move, but it didn't seem right, he needed to give her flowers, other things. Get her to like him. Yes, and there was one place he could always go to see her by herself. Always that one place.
* * *
Chloe lay curled up on the sofa with her feet underneath her. She didn't bother turning the television on--it wasn't like she'd be able to focus on it anyway. Instead, she simply sat alone in the darkness, listening to the silence of the house.
It was nearly 11 when she heard the Impala pull into the driveway and she bit her lower lip, suddenly feeling nervous.
Sam didn't get out of the car immediately. He sat in the silence, wondering what was going to happen once he went back into the house. Sighing, he got out of the car and headed in, 'No use delaying the inevitable.'
She held her breath as she heard the door open and she winced a little as Sam flipped on a lamp. "Hey," she whispered.
"Hey." He whispered back, putting down his bag.
Chloe swallowed hard. "Sam, I'm sorry." Her voice was strained.
Sighing, Sam ran a hand through his hair, "It's okay."
"No, it's not." Her eyes were sad. *
"Well, it's in the past."
"I was at the cemetery."
That caught him off guard, "You were?"
She bit her lip, nodding slightly and looking down at the floor. "I go every day," she admitted softly.
"Oh."
She slowly sat back down on the sofa once more.
Walking over to the front room, he sat down in a chair beside the sofa, "That's...good for you."
Chloe tried to smile but didn't quite manage it.
"At least you go." He said quietly.
She slowly turned her head to look at him. "When was the last time you went?"
"It's been a while." He said, putting his head down.
"Sam..." She paused for a moment. "It's different for everyone."
"Yeah, but I should go more often."
"We could...go together," she whispered.
"I...guess." He said.
"Or not." She bit her lip and looked down at the floor.
"I just-" He sighed, "Yeah, we really should go."
"It's okay if you're still upset with me." Her voice was quiet as she rose to her feet.
He looked up, "No, I'm not. I just...wish you would've told me sooner."
She bit her lower lip, nodding slightly and slowly heading for the hallway. "Night, Sam," she whispered.
Leaning back against the chair, Sam closed his eyes, "Night."
Sad and tired, Chloe headed down the hall to her bedroom, feeling more alone than ever.
* * *
Chloe stood on the beach, her blonde hair tussled gently by the warm summer breeze as she stared out across the water, watching the sun begin to set. Letting out a slow breath, she closed her eyes for a moment.
"Enjoying yourself?"
A soft smile tugged at her lips at the sound of his voice. "Could be better."
"Uh huh...and how could it be better?"
"Well, you could be holding me for one," she whispered, not turning around.
Arms enclosed her slim frame, "You mean...like this?"
Chloe nodded and leaned back against him. "Exactly like this."
"Well then, I guess I can do this."
She turned her head slightly to gaze at him. "I've missed you," she whispered.
He smiled sadly, "I've missed you more." *
"Wanna bet?" Chloe's eyes were sad as she lightly brushed her lips against his.
He deepened the kiss, "I dunno. I've really, really missed you."
She lifted a hand to Dean's cheek, turning in his arms so she was facing him.
He smiled widely, "There's those pretty green eyes."
She smiled back at him, leaning her forehead against his. "It's been too long," she whispered.
"I know."
She slid her arms around him, resting her head against his shoulder.
Dean pulled her close to him, "But I also know you're doing alright."
"Are you kidding? Not even close," she whispered, tears welling in her eyes.
"Yes you are." He whispered, kissing the top of her head.
"How can you say that?"
“Because it's true."
"I don't feel like I'm doing alright, Dean," Chloe murmured.
"But you are. Look at what you've done. Raised amazing boys, kept Sam around..."
She sniffed, but didn't pull away. "We need you."
He shook his head, "No you don't."
A tear trickled down her cheek. "Being here without you...it hurts so bad."
"I know it does. I know." He kissed er again, "But you're gonna be alright."
She swallowed hard. "How much do you know?" she whispered.
"What you mean?"
"How much do you know about what's going on?" Her voice was quiet.
"Not a whole lot...I mean, I know that you have two boys now...and Sam's helping you out."
She nodded slightly. * *
He paused, "Oh, and I know I'm sorry for breaking my promise."
Her eyes were sad. "Me too." She reached out and touched his cheek.
He brought his own hand up and covered hers with his, "So, you wanna tell me about these boys?"
Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, she slowly sat down on the soft sand, pulling him down alongside her. "Michael is just like you."
Pulling her back into his arms, Dean smiled, "I knew that'd happen."
"And Matthew...is just like Sam." She smiled softly, leaning against him comfortably.
"Matthew..." He trailed off, "God, I wish I could be there."
"I wish you could too." She shut her eyes, the ache in her heart swelling.
He put his hand over her heart, "This ache...this will go away."
"I don't think so," she whispered, tears stinging her eyes.
"It'll get more bearable."
"Dean, it's been five years."
"I think it's time to let go then." He said quietly.
"No."
Dean nodded, and his image began to flicker, "It's time."
"No, please. Please don't go," she begged, tears spilling down her cheeks.
"I'll always be there." He whispered, image fading completely as the wind began to blow.
A soft sob escaped as she found herself alone once more.
Chloe woke up crying, her face pressed into the pillow.
"Mommy? Why is you crying?" A little voice asked.
Her youngest son's voice startled her. "Matthew? What are you doing up?" she whispered.
He hugged his worn teddy bear to him, "I had a bad dream."
Brushing the tears off her cheek, she held her arms out to him. "Come here, sweetheart."
Walking over he crawled onto the bed and into her arms, "Why was you crying?"
She was quiet for a moment, pressing her lips to the top of his head as she held him. "I had a sad dream," she whispered.
Matthew hugged her, "I'm sorry Mommy."
"It's okay." She hugged him back. "What did you dream about?" She smoothed the hair out of his eyes.
"I dreamed that you got taked away from me and Michael and Uncle Sam."
He shrugged, "I don't know Mommy, but it was scary."
She pressed another kiss to his forehead. "Well, nothing's gonna take me away from you guys, okay?"
"Okay."
"I love you, Matthew," she whispered.
"Love you too Mommy." At that moment, he yawned and snuggled closer to her, "Don't be sad."
Chloe forced a small smile and cradled his small form to her own. "Goodnight, sweetheart."
"Night night."
It didn't take him very long before he was out like a lot, safe with his mom. It took her much longer to go back to sleep, however. And when she did, she dreamt of happier times--her and Dean still very much in love and on the road together.
* * *
Chloe was in the middle of fixing a big pot of vegetable soup and grilled cheese sandwiches when she heard the front door open. She turned to look at the boys, who were sitting patiently at the table. "Michael, will you go see if your uncle Sam wants lunch?"
Michael nodded and ran to the door, only to return moments later, "Mommy! Uncle Sam brought a girl home!"
She was so startled by that revelation she nearly dropped the grilled cheese sandwich she was setting on a plate. "Shit," she said under her breath.
Sam ran into the room after Michael, "Michael!" He looked up at Chloe sheepishly, "She's just a friend..."
"You don't have to explain anything to me," she said quickly. "We'll just...make room for one more." She swallowed hard, turning back to the stove, her heart thumping heavily in her chest.
"Thanks." He said quietly. Walking to the edge of the other room, he smiled slightly, "It's alright Rachel, you can come in."
At the consent of Sam, a tall, pretty brunette walked up to Sam, then looked over at Chloe, "Thanks for having me."
"Of course. Any friend of Sam's is always welcome here," she said with a forced smile. Why did she have to be a brunette? she wondered as she dished out a bowl of soup. "Do you like vegetable soup?"
Rachel nodded, "Love it."
Chloe handed her a bowl of soup. "Make yourself comfortable." She motioned toward the table.
Matthew frowned when she sat down beside him.
Sam sat by her, and smiled, "Rachel, these are my nephews, Matthew and Michael."
Rachel smiled politely, "Hi guys."
She let out a slow breath and moved over to the table, putting food down in front of the boys and Sam and then going back to get food for herself. She sat down between Michael and Mathew.
"Uncle Sam's in love with Mommy," Michael said idly, looking at Rachel as he took a bite of his sandwich.
Chloe choked on the drink of water she'd just taken.
Sam's eyes went wide, "Michael!" he hissed.
Looking over at Sam, he saw the deep blush that appeared on Rachel's face, "I'm so sorry."
Chloe's face was red, as well. She wondered if things could possibly get any worse.
"Mommy loves him too," Michael continued, kicking his feet back and forth.
Apparently they could.
Chloe felt horrible and she looked across the table at Sam and Rachel. "Kids," she said with a faint, nervous laugh.
Rachel looked down, "Yeah. Kids."
She swallowed hard and looked down as well, missing the sight of the grilled cheese flying through the air right at Sam's head.
Sam's head jerked back in surprise as the sandwich slammed into his head, "What the-"
She looked up in time to see the rest of the sandwiches from the plate on the counter flying toward him. She stared in horror, open-mouthed.
Michael watched in fascination.
Rachel let out a small scream as she watched the sandwiches continue to hit Sam.
Finally, Sam stood up and grabbed Rachel's hand, "God, I'm so sorry, I'll call later, okay?"
She nodded, not hesitating to run out the door.
Chloe covered her mouth with one hand, looking at the mess that was now all over the floor. "Michael, you and Matthew take your food and go to your room, okay?"
"Okay, Mommy." He grabbed his plate and Matthew's hand and led him away.
After Rachel had left, Sam walked back into the room and surveyed the mess, "Okay...what. The. HELL!?"
"I have no idea," she whispered, still stunned, her face white as a sheet. She slowly sat down in her chair just to avoid her knees buckling under her.
Running a hand down his face, he sighed, "Alright. We're doing a seance. Now."
"Not with the boys in here, we're not," she said, giving him a look.
"We'll keep them in their room, it'll be okay."
Chloe stared at him. "Are you kidding me? I remember the stories you and Dean used to tell about the horrible things that went wrong. I'm not gonna have them here if that happens."
"We can conceal this thing in a salt circle." He said, going over to his bag and beginning to pull things out of it.
"Sam."
"Trust me."
"I do trust you! But I'm not taking any chances with the boys." She rose to her feet. "I'll take them next door. Mrs. Anderson's home and she'll watch them for a little while."
"Alright. I'll have everything set up by the time you get back, so hurry." He said, now grabbing candles out of the bag.
Frowning, she headed down the hallway and stepped into her son's room. "Come on guys. You're gonna go see Mrs. Anderson for awhile."
Matthew made a face, "She smells like old people though."
A smile quirked her lips involuntarily. "It won't be for long, okay?"
"Okay."
Standing up, Matthew grabbed Michael's hand and the boys followed their mom out of the room.
She quickly took them next door, told Mrs. Anderson she needed to go out for awhile and thanked the woman for agreeing to watch them. She returned to their house less than five minutes later, stepping inside and locking the door.
Sam turned around as Chloe walked in, "Alright, lets do this."
She gave him a nervous look, feeling a cold chill run down her spine. "Okay."
Grabbing her hand, he began to recite the incantation to bring whatever was in their house forward.
Looking around nervously, she felt her heart speed up as the air around them seemed to swirl with sudden energy.
Sam watched as the energy formed into the shape of a body. But what happened next shocked him to the core.
"God, I try to stay all behind the scenes, and you two *insist* on finding a way to get me either out of the house or in your faces."
All the air left Chloe's lungs, her face paling. "Dean," she whispered, trembling as she found herself face-to-face with him.
Authors: X_tremeroswellian and Shadow_One
Disclaimer: Not ours. Don’t sue. Thanks.
Rating: R for language and violence.
Author’s Note: This story follows two others, the first titled, “Everything Will Be…” and the second, “Sweet Sacrifice.” If you haven’t read those, you’ll be lost with this one.
Author’s Note 2: The title was obviously inspired by the song “How to Save a Life” by the Fray.
Spoiler warnings: Up through and including “Freak” for Smallville and “Born Under a Bad Sign” for Supernatural.
Previous parts here: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight |
Chapter Five
Five
A little while later, Chloe returned with a quiet entrance, finding Sam and the boys around the kitchen table eating. She forced a smile. "I'm just gonna wash up, guys. I'll be back." She headed for the bathroom.
Putting down his burger, Sam rose, "I'll be back too." He followed Chloe down the hall.
Chloe washed her face with a cool wash cloth, forcing herself to take a deep breath. The soft knock on the door startled her and she glanced up. "Yeah?"
"Where'd you go?"
She paused at the sound of Sam's voice. "I had to run an article into work."
He sighed, "Alright."
“Thanks for making dinner, Sam."
"No problem." He said, walking away from the door.
She closed her eyes, letting her shoulders slump. She knew he knew she was lying.
Sitting back at the table, Sam forced yet another smile in front of the boys, "Good dinner?"
Matthew nodded enthusiastically. "Yummy!"
"Good, that's good bud." He looked over at Matthew, "What about you?"
Michael nodded, too, though he was glancing toward the hallway with a worried expression on his face. "It's good, Uncle Sam."
"Well, it definitely smells good," Chloe said with false cheer as she slipped into the room and sat down.
Sam nodded silently, then finished his burger. Standing, he took his plate to the sink, "I've got a class to get ready for, I'll be back later."
She swallowed hard, guilt sweeping over her. She slowly stood up and moved over to the sink. "Sam--"
Putting the plate in the sink, he didn't look at her, "I'm gonna be late."
She dropped her head, tears prickling at her eyes. "Okay."
Walking around her, he quickly said goodbye to the boys, picked up his bag, and was out the door.
She swallowed hard, falling silent. If there was one thing she was really good at, it was screwing things up.
And this time...she wasn't sure if she could fix them.
* * *
He watched as the man finally left from her house. She was finally alone with the boys. He could make his move, but it didn't seem right, he needed to give her flowers, other things. Get her to like him. Yes, and there was one place he could always go to see her by herself. Always that one place.
* * *
Chloe lay curled up on the sofa with her feet underneath her. She didn't bother turning the television on--it wasn't like she'd be able to focus on it anyway. Instead, she simply sat alone in the darkness, listening to the silence of the house.
It was nearly 11 when she heard the Impala pull into the driveway and she bit her lower lip, suddenly feeling nervous.
Sam didn't get out of the car immediately. He sat in the silence, wondering what was going to happen once he went back into the house. Sighing, he got out of the car and headed in, 'No use delaying the inevitable.'
She held her breath as she heard the door open and she winced a little as Sam flipped on a lamp. "Hey," she whispered.
"Hey." He whispered back, putting down his bag.
Chloe swallowed hard. "Sam, I'm sorry." Her voice was strained.
Sighing, Sam ran a hand through his hair, "It's okay."
"No, it's not." Her eyes were sad. *
"Well, it's in the past."
"I was at the cemetery."
That caught him off guard, "You were?"
She bit her lip, nodding slightly and looking down at the floor. "I go every day," she admitted softly.
"Oh."
She slowly sat back down on the sofa once more.
Walking over to the front room, he sat down in a chair beside the sofa, "That's...good for you."
Chloe tried to smile but didn't quite manage it.
"At least you go." He said quietly.
She slowly turned her head to look at him. "When was the last time you went?"
"It's been a while." He said, putting his head down.
"Sam..." She paused for a moment. "It's different for everyone."
"Yeah, but I should go more often."
"We could...go together," she whispered.
"I...guess." He said.
"Or not." She bit her lip and looked down at the floor.
"I just-" He sighed, "Yeah, we really should go."
"It's okay if you're still upset with me." Her voice was quiet as she rose to her feet.
He looked up, "No, I'm not. I just...wish you would've told me sooner."
She bit her lower lip, nodding slightly and slowly heading for the hallway. "Night, Sam," she whispered.
Leaning back against the chair, Sam closed his eyes, "Night."
Sad and tired, Chloe headed down the hall to her bedroom, feeling more alone than ever.
* * *
Chloe stood on the beach, her blonde hair tussled gently by the warm summer breeze as she stared out across the water, watching the sun begin to set. Letting out a slow breath, she closed her eyes for a moment.
"Enjoying yourself?"
A soft smile tugged at her lips at the sound of his voice. "Could be better."
"Uh huh...and how could it be better?"
"Well, you could be holding me for one," she whispered, not turning around.
Arms enclosed her slim frame, "You mean...like this?"
Chloe nodded and leaned back against him. "Exactly like this."
"Well then, I guess I can do this."
She turned her head slightly to gaze at him. "I've missed you," she whispered.
He smiled sadly, "I've missed you more." *
"Wanna bet?" Chloe's eyes were sad as she lightly brushed her lips against his.
He deepened the kiss, "I dunno. I've really, really missed you."
She lifted a hand to Dean's cheek, turning in his arms so she was facing him.
He smiled widely, "There's those pretty green eyes."
She smiled back at him, leaning her forehead against his. "It's been too long," she whispered.
"I know."
She slid her arms around him, resting her head against his shoulder.
Dean pulled her close to him, "But I also know you're doing alright."
"Are you kidding? Not even close," she whispered, tears welling in her eyes.
"Yes you are." He whispered, kissing the top of her head.
"How can you say that?"
“Because it's true."
"I don't feel like I'm doing alright, Dean," Chloe murmured.
"But you are. Look at what you've done. Raised amazing boys, kept Sam around..."
She sniffed, but didn't pull away. "We need you."
He shook his head, "No you don't."
A tear trickled down her cheek. "Being here without you...it hurts so bad."
"I know it does. I know." He kissed er again, "But you're gonna be alright."
She swallowed hard. "How much do you know?" she whispered.
"What you mean?"
"How much do you know about what's going on?" Her voice was quiet.
"Not a whole lot...I mean, I know that you have two boys now...and Sam's helping you out."
She nodded slightly. * *
He paused, "Oh, and I know I'm sorry for breaking my promise."
Her eyes were sad. "Me too." She reached out and touched his cheek.
He brought his own hand up and covered hers with his, "So, you wanna tell me about these boys?"
Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, she slowly sat down on the soft sand, pulling him down alongside her. "Michael is just like you."
Pulling her back into his arms, Dean smiled, "I knew that'd happen."
"And Matthew...is just like Sam." She smiled softly, leaning against him comfortably.
"Matthew..." He trailed off, "God, I wish I could be there."
"I wish you could too." She shut her eyes, the ache in her heart swelling.
He put his hand over her heart, "This ache...this will go away."
"I don't think so," she whispered, tears stinging her eyes.
"It'll get more bearable."
"Dean, it's been five years."
"I think it's time to let go then." He said quietly.
"No."
Dean nodded, and his image began to flicker, "It's time."
"No, please. Please don't go," she begged, tears spilling down her cheeks.
"I'll always be there." He whispered, image fading completely as the wind began to blow.
A soft sob escaped as she found herself alone once more.
Chloe woke up crying, her face pressed into the pillow.
"Mommy? Why is you crying?" A little voice asked.
Her youngest son's voice startled her. "Matthew? What are you doing up?" she whispered.
He hugged his worn teddy bear to him, "I had a bad dream."
Brushing the tears off her cheek, she held her arms out to him. "Come here, sweetheart."
Walking over he crawled onto the bed and into her arms, "Why was you crying?"
She was quiet for a moment, pressing her lips to the top of his head as she held him. "I had a sad dream," she whispered.
Matthew hugged her, "I'm sorry Mommy."
"It's okay." She hugged him back. "What did you dream about?" She smoothed the hair out of his eyes.
"I dreamed that you got taked away from me and Michael and Uncle Sam."
He shrugged, "I don't know Mommy, but it was scary."
She pressed another kiss to his forehead. "Well, nothing's gonna take me away from you guys, okay?"
"Okay."
"I love you, Matthew," she whispered.
"Love you too Mommy." At that moment, he yawned and snuggled closer to her, "Don't be sad."
Chloe forced a small smile and cradled his small form to her own. "Goodnight, sweetheart."
"Night night."
It didn't take him very long before he was out like a lot, safe with his mom. It took her much longer to go back to sleep, however. And when she did, she dreamt of happier times--her and Dean still very much in love and on the road together.
* * *
Chloe was in the middle of fixing a big pot of vegetable soup and grilled cheese sandwiches when she heard the front door open. She turned to look at the boys, who were sitting patiently at the table. "Michael, will you go see if your uncle Sam wants lunch?"
Michael nodded and ran to the door, only to return moments later, "Mommy! Uncle Sam brought a girl home!"
She was so startled by that revelation she nearly dropped the grilled cheese sandwich she was setting on a plate. "Shit," she said under her breath.
Sam ran into the room after Michael, "Michael!" He looked up at Chloe sheepishly, "She's just a friend..."
"You don't have to explain anything to me," she said quickly. "We'll just...make room for one more." She swallowed hard, turning back to the stove, her heart thumping heavily in her chest.
"Thanks." He said quietly. Walking to the edge of the other room, he smiled slightly, "It's alright Rachel, you can come in."
At the consent of Sam, a tall, pretty brunette walked up to Sam, then looked over at Chloe, "Thanks for having me."
"Of course. Any friend of Sam's is always welcome here," she said with a forced smile. Why did she have to be a brunette? she wondered as she dished out a bowl of soup. "Do you like vegetable soup?"
Rachel nodded, "Love it."
Chloe handed her a bowl of soup. "Make yourself comfortable." She motioned toward the table.
Matthew frowned when she sat down beside him.
Sam sat by her, and smiled, "Rachel, these are my nephews, Matthew and Michael."
Rachel smiled politely, "Hi guys."
She let out a slow breath and moved over to the table, putting food down in front of the boys and Sam and then going back to get food for herself. She sat down between Michael and Mathew.
"Uncle Sam's in love with Mommy," Michael said idly, looking at Rachel as he took a bite of his sandwich.
Chloe choked on the drink of water she'd just taken.
Sam's eyes went wide, "Michael!" he hissed.
Looking over at Sam, he saw the deep blush that appeared on Rachel's face, "I'm so sorry."
Chloe's face was red, as well. She wondered if things could possibly get any worse.
"Mommy loves him too," Michael continued, kicking his feet back and forth.
Apparently they could.
Chloe felt horrible and she looked across the table at Sam and Rachel. "Kids," she said with a faint, nervous laugh.
Rachel looked down, "Yeah. Kids."
She swallowed hard and looked down as well, missing the sight of the grilled cheese flying through the air right at Sam's head.
Sam's head jerked back in surprise as the sandwich slammed into his head, "What the-"
She looked up in time to see the rest of the sandwiches from the plate on the counter flying toward him. She stared in horror, open-mouthed.
Michael watched in fascination.
Rachel let out a small scream as she watched the sandwiches continue to hit Sam.
Finally, Sam stood up and grabbed Rachel's hand, "God, I'm so sorry, I'll call later, okay?"
She nodded, not hesitating to run out the door.
Chloe covered her mouth with one hand, looking at the mess that was now all over the floor. "Michael, you and Matthew take your food and go to your room, okay?"
"Okay, Mommy." He grabbed his plate and Matthew's hand and led him away.
After Rachel had left, Sam walked back into the room and surveyed the mess, "Okay...what. The. HELL!?"
"I have no idea," she whispered, still stunned, her face white as a sheet. She slowly sat down in her chair just to avoid her knees buckling under her.
Running a hand down his face, he sighed, "Alright. We're doing a seance. Now."
"Not with the boys in here, we're not," she said, giving him a look.
"We'll keep them in their room, it'll be okay."
Chloe stared at him. "Are you kidding me? I remember the stories you and Dean used to tell about the horrible things that went wrong. I'm not gonna have them here if that happens."
"We can conceal this thing in a salt circle." He said, going over to his bag and beginning to pull things out of it.
"Sam."
"Trust me."
"I do trust you! But I'm not taking any chances with the boys." She rose to her feet. "I'll take them next door. Mrs. Anderson's home and she'll watch them for a little while."
"Alright. I'll have everything set up by the time you get back, so hurry." He said, now grabbing candles out of the bag.
Frowning, she headed down the hallway and stepped into her son's room. "Come on guys. You're gonna go see Mrs. Anderson for awhile."
Matthew made a face, "She smells like old people though."
A smile quirked her lips involuntarily. "It won't be for long, okay?"
"Okay."
Standing up, Matthew grabbed Michael's hand and the boys followed their mom out of the room.
She quickly took them next door, told Mrs. Anderson she needed to go out for awhile and thanked the woman for agreeing to watch them. She returned to their house less than five minutes later, stepping inside and locking the door.
Sam turned around as Chloe walked in, "Alright, lets do this."
She gave him a nervous look, feeling a cold chill run down her spine. "Okay."
Grabbing her hand, he began to recite the incantation to bring whatever was in their house forward.
Looking around nervously, she felt her heart speed up as the air around them seemed to swirl with sudden energy.
Sam watched as the energy formed into the shape of a body. But what happened next shocked him to the core.
"God, I try to stay all behind the scenes, and you two *insist* on finding a way to get me either out of the house or in your faces."
All the air left Chloe's lungs, her face paling. "Dean," she whispered, trembling as she found herself face-to-face with him.