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Sam Winchester took a gasp of life and his eyes flew open.
Disoriented he looked around, wondering where he was, why it was so dark, and why his lips were so warm. He frowned, knowing he was in a bed, in what seemed like a room, but that was all.
Trying to think back to how he might have gotten there, the youngest Winchester's eyes widened in shock as he remembered Jake plunging that knife in his back.
How-how had he survived that?
He should have died.
If not, he should be in agony.
And yet he was in perfect health, not one bit of pain.
His hand came into contact with something freezing cold, and Sam's gaze shifted in that direction immediately, his blue/green eyes widening in horror as they rested on the figure lying deathly still besides him on the bed.
Despite the darkness he could make out the face, pale as death, and his heart stopped for a moment before he found himself looming over her, hand on her shoulder, shaking her carefully yet desperately. "Chloe?" He whispered, voice trembling.
There was no answer.
And she was so cold.
Pressing his fingers to her neck Sam cursed softly when he couldn't find a pulse, and when he rested his ear to her chest he couldn't find a heart beat either.
Sam pulled back in horror and confusion, yet still couldn't tear his eyes from the blonde. "Chloe?" What-what had happened?
He got up, hearing Dean's voice rising behind the door.
Dean.
Sam's heart went out to his brother right now, to the pain in his voice.
The girl he'd loved, he'd searched for, was dead.
Sam got off the bed and headed towards the door. He was about to open it when Dean's words penetrated the wood and stopped him in his tracks.
"He's dead Bobby! What do you expect me to do? He's my brother! I can't let Sam stay dead!" Dean sounded close to breaking apart.
Sam's eyes widened.
What was Dean talking about?
"Do you really think Sam would ever forgive you for going to the Crossroads to get him back you fool?" Bobby sounded livid, like he wanted to throw things around or at least hit Dean several times with his cap. "Have you ever forgiven your pappy for doing that for you?"
"It's-it's different." Dean's voice cracked. "It's Sammy."
Sam pulled back from the door slightly, shocked and horrified.
Was he supposed to be dead?
Truly dead?
Then how-?
"Chloe will make things better." Lucy's voice was whispery yet still loud enough to be heard through the door. "Her meteor powers-."
"She heals, Lucy!" Dean snapped. "There's no healing the dead!"
"Don't snap at the child!" Bobby snapped at Dean.
"My only choice in the Crossroads demon!" Dean snapped right back. "And there's nothing any of you can do to stop me!"
"You're such a hypocrite Winchester." Lois' voice was disgusted. "You went on a self-righteous tirade because of what Chloe did to make sure Oliver and Bart stayed alive-but you're willing to sell your soul to bring your brother back to life?"
"What the hell are you doing out of the cockpit?" Dean seemed terrified. "Who's flying this damned thing?"
Sam blinked.
They were in an airplane?
"It's on autopilot, Winchester." Lois growled. "And don't change the subject! If this is how you want to deal with the situation, you owe both Sam and Chloe an apology! Sam will never forgive you for making a deal for his life and Chloe will never forgive you for your hypocrisy!"
"Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing for my father." Dean hissed out.
There was a silence. "That was a low blow Winchester. I expected better of you."
"Damned right." Bobby growled his agreement. "Now give Chloe some time. Maybe-maybe-."
"She can't heal the fricken dead!" Dean growled. "Why can't you people get that?"
Chloe.
Sam turned from the door and returned to the bed, running his hand over her face, willing some heat into it. He hadn't known Chloe much, didn't really know much about her other than the fact that she was a metahuman, that she had the blood of the same demon flowing through her veins that he did, and Dean was in love with her.
Chloe, what happened to you? He sat down by her body, not ready to go out and face his brother, not, not with Chloe lying here dead by his side. Chloe, Chloe please wake up.
Sam, please wake up.
Sam's eyes widened as a memory of Chloe's thoughts whispering to his in the darkness of death echoed throughout his mind. Somehow, in his death, Chloe had connected with him, and gotten through to him, and somehow she'd brought him back to life.
But had it been at the cost of her own life?
Don't make her have died for me. No. Please.
How many good, innocent people had Sam had to watch die because of Azazel's 'survival of the fittest' game? Of all the deaths Andy's had hit him the hardest, but he hadn't cried, there hadn't been time.
But now, now his eyes were tearing as his shaky hands went to Chloe's face and he tenderly brushed her hair frown it.
Chloe, wake up.
He tried to remember all that he could of her voice in the darkness of death, but all he could remember was following the sound of her soothing voice, the warmth on his lips, and then a bright light.
Almost unconsciously Sam's thumb brushed against her lips, his body going stiff when he realized that unlike the rest of her body, Chloe's lips were warm.
His free hand went to his own lips, feeling them warm as well.
'Chloe can't heal the dead'.
'He altered you, he altered me, wants to see a product of that altering.'
'It's almost impossible for me to die.'
He pressed his fingers against his still burning lips.
The young Winchester frowned slightly, mind coming up with millions of questions and yet only one plausible, yet ridiculous…
The door flew open, the lights flipped on, flooding the room, and Dean stood stiff in shock. "Sam?"
Lois pushed passed Dean somewhat roughly, sending Sam a small, not surprised smile, before it disappeared into a concerned frown as she hovered over Chloe.
"Sammy!" And suddenly Sam had an armful of his crying brother.
And while in another opportunity Sam would have used the situation to tease Dean about initiating a 'chick flick' moment, the brunette was too worried about Chloe.
Bobby was looking at the body in horror.
Lois and Lucy were frowning, yet not overly worried.
"How did this-?" Dean pulled away, looking at his brother through tear-fogged eyes. "How did Chloe-?" His eyes widened as he turned to Chloe. "Chloe how did you-?" And then he went pale. "Chloe?"
Sam gulped back pain as Dean suddenly let go of him and rushed to Chloe's side, eyes wide in horror.
This was what the youngest Winchester hadn't wanted to see, the agony on his big brother's face as he searched for vital signal and finding none.
"Chloe?" Dean whispered, eyes wide. "Chloe!"
"Stop shaking her, Winchester." Lois still sounded pissed. "When she revives she'll have a headache if you don't."
Both Winchester brothers, and Bobby, turned to look at Lois at that.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Chloe," Lucy hugged herself. "Chloe doesn't only heal people, she, uh, she can bring someone back to life as well, but can only bring the same person to life once." She sighed. "So, uh, Sam, be more careful in the future because she won't be able to do this again."
Dean was running his hands over Chloe's pale face in worry. "She's done this before?"
"Three times." Lois nodded. "It's not like healing, there's a balance, when you give life you must take life, and in Chloe's case she ends up taking her own life when bringing someone back." She sighed, sitting down next to her cousin. "She'll take her next breath in a couple of hours at best, a day or two at worst."
"A day or two?" Dean's voice cracked with emotion.
"It'll probably be less." Lucy reassured them. "With what happened with Azazel earlier she'll be stronger."
Bobby's eyes narrowed. "What happened with Azazel?"
No one answered.
The plane hit turbulence.
Lois got up immediately. "I'm going to the cockpit."
"I'll come with you and call central. Oliver should be back by now, he'll want to know what's happened." Lucy announced, following her sister out of the room.
"Anyone want to explain to me what exactly happened with Azazel?" Bobby growled, letting the boys know that he wasn't really giving them an option.
Sam sighed, knowing that Dean was too worried about Chloe right now to answer. "Mr. Queen's jet was attacked midair, and we didn't know if he was alive or not, so Chloe summoned Azazel."
Bobby's eyes narrowed.
"She struck a deal with him to make sure that Mr. Queen and their friend Bart made it out alive."
"What was her part of the deal?" Bobby's voice was a growl.
"She drank his blood." Sam sighed, remembering hearing that the first time, remembered Chloe's demonic eyes.
"That damned girl!" Bobby hissed, taking off his cap only to slap it angrily against the door and put it on once more. "She's playing a dangerous game! Consuming demon blood isn't anything to be trifled with!"
A soft gasp echoed throughout the cabin.
Everyone turned to look at Chloe, whose body was resting in Dean's arms.
"Chlo?" Dean whispered.
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"It's time."
Chloe looked at Azazel, at his outstretched hand, before turning her back on him. "Get lost."
He chuckled. "I'd usually torture anyone who had the nerve to speak to me the way you do, but it is you, my favored child."
The blonde turned to him with a frown. "I thought Sam was your favorite?"
"He was." Azazel agreed with a nod. "Before Jake killed him. But Sam was my favorite choice for general. You, you my dear, are my favorite creation."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm not your creation."
"Yes you are, I am your master and you are my work of art." His hand was still outstretched. "And now it is time that you join my side and do what it is you were meant to do."
"No." Chloe shook her head.
"I had hoped to not have to do it this way, but you are so stubborn." Azazel tsked. "But I guess it is my fault for spoiling you for so long."
Confused, Chloe opened her mouth.
But then Azazel's eyes flashed bright yellow, and the blood inside of Chloe began to burn, bubbling up violently within her, making her groan in pain as she fell to her knees.
"Come with me, my child. Take your rightful place at my side as we change the world forever." Azazel spoke, and images shown in her mind of a map of Wyoming, on it markings of what she recognized as abandoned frontier churches built by Samuel Colt, who'd also built the demon-killing Colt. There were private railway lines connecting the five churches, making a giant devil's trap a hundred square miles large.
Chloe's body was trembling from the force she was putting into resisting his siren's call. "You're after whatever Samuel Colt was protecting inside of the devil's trap." She whispered, voice pained, her blood boiling, her skin turning red from the heat. "No demon can get through that barrier."
Azazel smirked. "Yes, no demon can."
Chloe's eyes widened in horror as suddenly everything fell into place. "The one who killed Sam…"
Azazel smirked darker. "Come with me, you're already losing the war with your blood, give in."
He was right, she was losing the fight.
She could hardly keep control of it any more.
"Come to me. Come."
Tugging at the blood link she'd felt with Sam from the moment she'd died, Chloe sent the images to him right before it took control and she was lost to it.
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Dean had been caught between Sam and Chloe as the blonde in his arms began to groan in pain, and then Sam grabbed his head and sunk to his knees, eyes closed tightly, whimpering in pain.
"Sammy?" Dean asked, worried.
And then the body in his arms moved, and his gaze went to Chloe, gaze resting on her face in time for her eyes to fly open.
Demonic black eyes were staring back at him.
Chloe smirked a smirk so evil it brought cold chills down his spine, and before Dean could react she'd thrown him across the room.
The blonde giggled as if she'd just seen the funniest thing ever before her gaze went to Sam and she winked before disappearing into thin air.
"Chloe!" Dean groaned, still crumpled on the ground.
Bobby was frozen. "What the hell just happened? How—how did her eyes-how did she just-?"
Lucy burst through the door. "What was that sound? What just happened?" Her eyes widened when it landed on the empty bed. "Where's Chloe?"
Sam finally opened his eyes, groaning. "We need to head to Wyoming immediately."
Dean, Lucy and Bobby turned to him expectantly.
Sam's worry was plain on his face. "All hell's about to break loose."
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