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Sequel to "For Chloe".

Written for my Paranormal25 150 Prompt Table. Prompt of the day #66. Fortean Rain.

There were many things that Lois Lane didn't understand.

She didn't understand how men could think pickup lines were sexy, she didn't understand how people could go around with tan lines, she couldn't understand how anyone could like caviar, she didn't understand why John Winchester was avoiding his sons, and she didn't understand why that angel had chosen her cousin. On that point, she didn't understand why Azazel, the big hoity-toity demon who'd killed John's wife and who John had been trying to hunt all of those years, was after Chloe either.

It'd been almost a year since the angel Lumiel had taken complete possession of her cousin, and Lois had tried---tried to find a glimpse of her cousin in there somewhere, but she couldn't.

In those ten months Lois had turned nineteen, argued with John more times than she thought possible, wanted to kill the thing in her cousin's skin (not because it was exactly evil, but because it shouldn't be there) and she'd learnt book loads on the supernatural.

But she hadn't learnt one thing about how to exorcise an angel.

She was still looking.

Also, the world seemed to have gone to hell.

It was as if God really didn't believe they were worth it anymore, and had turned away from them, hell on earth, demons everywhere.

From what Lois had learnt, demon possessions used to be quite few in comparison to what one might believe, and yet now they came upon the demon possessed quite often. She'd learnt the exorcism rites by heart, knew how to bless water to make it holy, and other things that had kept her alive.

Of course, if it hadn't been for John she wouldn't have made it through most of it.

And Chloe…Lumiel…that thing in Chloe's body was powerful. It could teleport, seemed to possess almost infinite knowledge of the universe, was invulnerable, had super strength, and magic knowledge.

Maybe all angels were that way, but for Lois it was always surreal to see her cousin doing that.

Well, not her cousin…

Lois took in a deep breath as she turned to John. "How are you doing?"

He cleared his throat. "We're getting close to that thing. The omens…everything points to the fact that he's in this area and that he will strike again. Soon."

Lois nodded. "These last two months the signs have been so much easier to spot." She sat down next to him on the bed. "It either means we're becoming good, it's becoming sloppy…or it wants us to follow."

"I've been thinking so too." John admitted, running his palm up his face in frustration as he sighed. "I---I called the boys. They need to be here for when this goes down."

Lois smiled softly, reaching for his hand and squeezing it. "You did the right thing. You know Sam wants to be a part of this. And he deserves to…he lost his girlfriend just like you did your wife."

John nodded, tightening his hold on Lois' hand.

She gazed down at their joined hands and blushed slightly, smile growing.

She didn't know what was there between her and John, and most days she was too scared to figure it out, but moments like these---they made her feel invincible.

"You know how angry Sam was when I told him I didn't want him and Dean joining me." John turned to look at her, full of trust in her as he spoke about the feelings he usually bottled up and kept hidden as if it were a weakness. "But now…now that we have the Colt, and the angel on our side, we really have a chance."

Lois winced and turned to look at her cousin, the blonde sitting on the sofa of the apartment they'd rented for this battle. Her cousin's body was busy reading John's Bible, shaking her head at certain parts as if she couldn't believe what was written there.

"I know---I know it's hard for you, Lois." John's voice brought Lois attention back to him. "But, for the first time ever, God seems to be doing something to help us."

Lois bit her bottom lip. "By letting one of his angels possess my baby cousin?"

"Lois…" John whispered.

"She's only sixteen, John." Lois whispered back, the conflict on her face. "Do you think God was being all great by taking her life away from her and giving it to one of his happy little minions? Why not a priest or a missionary or nun or someone who'd signed up for lifelong service to Him? Why her?"

"I don't know, Lois." John turned to face her, hesitating a second before reaching forwards and brushing her hair out of her face. "But you heard Lumiel. And you know yourself. Chloe was in a really bad place, and Azazel was after her. She made the decision to be Lumiel's Vessel, the host of an angel, instead of a demon. She needed protection, and Lumiel gave it to her. As long as she's the Vessel of a celestial host, Azazel can't possess her himself."

"Why does he want her?" Lois hissed, so angry and confused and useless. "She's just a normal sixteen year old girl! She's never even been kissed before! Why would a demon want her and why would an angel protect her? Why?"

John's brown gaze caressed her face before he sighed. "I don't know, Lois. I just don't know. Like I don't know why Azazel was after my son or why he killed my wife. I just don't know."

Lois felt really horrible. "John, I'm sorry. You---you have enough things on your mind without me adding more to your plate."

John was silent before his thumb caressed the skin of the hand he held. "It's not a burden, Lois."

Her skin heated, and she looked up at him, blushing.

He refused to look at her, and yet his thumb continued to caress.

Lois smiled.

There was a knock on the door.

They jerked away from each other.

"Dad?" They could hear a male's voice.

Lois blinked. "They're here already?"

"They were already in the city, finishing a hunt." John responded, standing and going to the door.

They were already here? Lois stood, eyes narrowed, not one to believe in coincidences.

She was feeling very uneasy.

It was as if that thing had known the boys were here and had manifested its signs around here so that it would have them all in the same place.

Her gaze went to Chloe, seeing her cousin's head raise to the door with slight curiosity as the door opened and two handsome young men entered the small studio apartment, hugging their father in relief that he was okay, before pausing when they saw the two females.

"Didn't realize you'd gotten yourself a harem since the last time we saw you." The shorter, blonder one tried to joke to alleviate the tension in the air.

Chloe's body rose, putting down the Bible, going towards them curiously as John closed the door behind them. The blonde stepped in front of them, so small compared to both men, looking them up and down as if cataloguing them.

The angel in that body raised Chloe's eyebrow in contemplation. "So they are Sam and Dean Winchester."

John stepped to the side, as curious as Lois as to the interest on the angel's usually blank face.

"Uhm, dad?" Dean asked, turning to look at his father questioningly.

Sam just kept his eyes narrowed at Chloe.

Chloe's body circled the brothers, studying them, before stopping before the brothers and shocking everyone in the room, by reaching her hands up their shirts, trailing the hands up their chests and down again experimentally, causing both brothers to give gasps of shock and maybe something else as she scraped their abs slightly with her fingernails as she trailed her hands downs, fingers curling finally in the front of the waistband of their pants before making a little curious noise and pulling away, turning to John and Lois. "They aren't like we had imagined." A curious and yet amused expression lit those features. "She's…embarrassed."

"That's because we don't sexually assault strangers!" Lois threw her hands in the air in exasperation, for a minute missing an important point of what the angel had said. "Don't do that again!"

"But she was curious about their abs." Chloe shrugged, going back to the sofa and plopping back down. "I thought I was doing her a favor by doing what she was imagining." Chloe suddenly paused, and then chuckled. "She's telling me to shut up. She's very embarrassed."

Lois' eyes widened. "Wait. She---she's talking? You two talk?"

"Of course." Chloe's body snorted, picking up the Bible again and opening it. "She's not dead you know."

"Why haven't you told me this before?!? Why didn't you tell me that she's awake somewhere in there and that she converses with you?!?" Lois snapped, storming towards the thing in her cousin, furious.

The blonde looked up patiently at the fuming brunette. "You never asked."

Lois gave a shriek of fury, about to throw herself at the thing and try to claw it out of her cousin, when John was suddenly there, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her away as she struggled.

"What the hell is going on here?" Sam asked, his voice sharp. "Who are these girls?"

He was ignored as John pulled Lois away, arms still around her waist, whispering soothingly to her, calming her down. "Calm down, Lo. If you hurt it you'll be hurting Chloe too. You can't hurt Lumiel without hurting Chloe more."

Lois' body trembled in fury and sadness as she turned in his arms, looking up into his face. "Almost a year, John. She's been in there, awake, for a year and it didn't even let me know so that I could talk to her somehow through it? To know that Chloe's okay?!?"

"You know now." John whispered, pulling her close.

"Not soon enough." Lois trembled harder, voice cracking with emotion. "Nearly a year with only that thing to talk to, John! Nearly a year!"

"What the hell is going on here?" Dean asked Sam softly.

Sam was glaring at Chloe's body suspiciously.

The blonde was ignoring them all, reading the Bible once more. "Thus saith the Lord, Let my people go, that they may serve me. And if thou refuse to let them go, behold, I will smite all thy borders with frogs."

All of a sudden, the sound of pounding could be heard loudly on the rooftops, and screams could be heard from outside.

The humans hurried to the windows, watching in horror as frogs and lizards and snakes rained down from the heavens.

The sound of the Bible snapping shut caused Lois to turn towards Chloe's body.

"I was wondering when that would happen." The angel spoke mostly to it brought the edge of the Bible to Chloe's lips. "Every Apocalypse in the making is heralded by plagues."

"Apocalypse?" Dean whispered, turning to his father. "What the hell have you been keeping hidden from us?!?"

Lois ignored them and went towards Chloe, clearing her throat before kneeling in front of her cousin, placing her hands on her knees. "Chloe? Are you in there? Can you hear me?"

Chloe's eyebrow rose. "Yes, she can hear you."

Lois ignored it. "Are---are you okay?"

Chloe paused for a moment, before she smirked. "She says that other than having an intense desire for almond mocha she is fine. And that you shouldn't worry so much. You're not Wilma to her Pebbles." Chloe's face made into a frown. "What does that mean? Is that some sort of odd Earthspeak?"

Lois didn't answer, laughing softly as she wiped at the tears in her eyes. "Course not." She responded to Chloe and not the angel. "I'm Betty to your Wilma."

Chloe's features were even more confused. "She is…laughing too. Happy." Her head shook. "I will never understand humans."

"No, you never will." Lois agreed before getting up and smiling, wiping at her tears.

They might be on the verge of a possible apocalypse, but this was the first time she'd felt a ray of hope since this had begun.

Her cousin really was still in there somewhere, and Lois was going to get that thing out of her.

She would.

Even if she had to make a bargain with the devil himself.

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