SuperSlayerVille 7: Season Three Chapter 13: All Hell Breaks Loose (Part Two), a Smallville + Supernatural Crossover fanfic

Disclaimer: Don't own Smallville, Supernatural, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Based on Supernatural Season 2 "All Hell Breaks Loose (Part 2)"

Be careful what you wish for….

…or, aka, the reason I didn't want to write this…

For you, Tina and Samone.

-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-

"No!" Dean raced towards his girlfriend, yet not fast enough to keep her from falling back into the sigil with a sickening thud. He stumbled to her side, not caring that he was stepping into the Hellmouth as he threw himself on his knees next to her. Tears clouded up his vision as his hands hovered over the blade, scared to leave it yet terrified that taking it out might make things even worse. "Baby, what have you done?"

Cordelia coughed, blood coated her lips. "This was selfish of me."

He eased his arms around her body, ignoring her blood as it poured out of her and onto the sigil, feeding its life. "How can you say that?" Dean eased her unto his lap, flinching every time she whimpered. Her cries hurt him as much as any physical pain ever could. "Baby…"

"Now, you'll never love anyone the way you love me," Cordelia whimpered, a hint of amusement on her lips, but it was gone in seconds as she sobbed, tears of pain accumulating in her tone. "It hurts, Dean."

"Cor." It took all his strength not to sob, to pretend to have everything together. "Hold on, baby. I'm going to get you to a hospital. You're going to be okay."

"I know I don't say this enough," Cordelia whispered. "But I love you."

"Don't." His voice choked up as he shook his head. "Don't say your goodbyes, don't you dare!"

"I have to," her voice broke. "I'm dying."

"No. NO. You're NOT!" He looked up, ready to pull her up into his arms, but it was then that he realized his father was once more on his feet, and had his gun aimed at them. "Dad." He begged, he pleaded, both with his eyes and voice. "Please."

"I'm sorry, son," John Winchester whispered. "But it's her or you, and I'll always pick you."

"You son of a bitch!" Dean screamed at him. "If you really cared about me you never would've done this!" He stared into his father's eyes. "Yourel killing the only good thing that's ever been in my life!"

Cordelia's trembling hand rose to Dean's cheek and drew his watery gaze back on her. "I've always been selfish my entire life. Let me be unselfish for once."

"No." He shook his head. "I like you selfish. You're going to be a selfish, extremely difficult old woman who is going to make my life a living hell!" He hiccuped a sob. "Goddamn it, Cordelia! Why would you do this to me?!"

"It was going to end in death one way or the other," Cordelia whispered. "If I didn't do this you'd have died as well. I couldn't—I can't have you upstaging me in my last great performance of the night."

Tears he hadn't even realized he was shedding bathed her face. "Cor…"

"I l-love you, Dean." Cordelia's expression twisted in agony. "I love you more than I've ever loved anyone in my life. I never allowed myself to be vulnerable with anyone but you, and I—I need you to know that I don't regret one minute."

"Stop it," Dean's voice broke. "Please stop."

Two gunshots rang through the air, causing Dean to jolt and look up. He found his father with the gun trained on Angel. The vampire had tried crawling towards him while his back was turned, but John must've noticed because he'd filled the vampire with more wooden bullets before training that gun on Dean and Cordelia once more.

"It'll soon be over, son," John whispered.

Staring up at his father, Dean realized something that left him shaken. He'd seen a lot of evil in the world, and had detested so much of the creatures and evils he'd faced since becoming a part of the Scooby Gang, but there was no one or nothing whom he'd hated as much as he hated his father right now. Dean tightened his grip on Cordelia and struggled to his feet. "I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry, I know it hurts, but just hold on." He took a step, another.

"Don't." John shook his head. "Please, Dean."

"If you want to stop me, you'll have to shoot me." Dean stared his father in his eyes as he took another step, and another.

John's expression crumpled a second before he shot.

Pain blossomed in Dean's shoulder, the force of the blow sent him back as many steps as he'd taken, and he nearly dropped his girlfriend in his pain.

"Don't," Cordelia begged, her voice distance, her face buried in his bloodstained shirt. "Please, don't."

"I can't just let you die," Dean whispered to her, keeping his gaze firmly on her as he took a step, and then another, and then another.

"Dean," John begged.

Dean looked up at him. "Do your worse."

John's expression screwed up, his grip on his gun trembled. "You'll die."

"You're killing me," Dean whispered back.

Shock, horror, shame and a million other emotions flashed over John's face as his grip on the gun continued to tremble.

Dean took a step, another, and then walked out of the sigil and passed his father.

John Winchester's hand fell to his side and he collapsed onto his knees.

Dean ignored the man as he stared down at Cordelia. "Hang on, Cor. I'm going to get you to a—." He froze when he realized just how still she was. "Cor? Cordelia?" His heart skipped a beat in utter terror. "NO! Cordelia! Don't you dare do this to me! CORDELIA!"

She remained unmoving in his arms.

Suddenly Dean felt the world moving around him at the speed of light, he was suffocating, and then, in the blink of an eye, he found himself standing outside of a hospital. "W-what?"

Kal-El stood in front of him. "Get her to the hospital."

Dean stared at Chloe's friend in utter shock. "How—?"

Kal-El, Clark Kent, whoever the hell he really was, took in a deep breath. "Chloe asked me to keep an ear open for you. She said that a Seer friend saw something horrible happening, and that she'd sent you to try and avoid it from coming true, but she begged me to keep an eye out for you just in case things went south."

Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing. Couldn't believe Chloe had gone to those lengths for them. Then again, hadn't she done this before? Hadn't she come out of hiding to save his life after that demon attack?

"Go, I'm heading back for Angelus," Kal-El informed him with a displeased look. "She wouldn't forgive me if I left him there." And with that he disappeared.

Dean stared at the empty space in front of him for a second before he turned and raced towards the hospital's front door. "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!"

Buffy didn't want her mother and Ted along for the ride, and yet both of them were in the airplane seat behind her and Giles. Behind them, interestingly enough, were Wes and Faith, who had decided they couldn't miss this. Or, more truthfully, Faith had decided that if the world was in danger two Slayers were better than just one, and Wes hadn't wanted to look like a wimp and stay behind since Giles was going with his Slayer. They'd left Sam Zambuto at headquarters going over different occult texts and such, trying to find any context in which making the Hellmouth into human form could even be plausible.

The blonde Slayer shook her leg nervously. A part of her understood her mother not wanting to let go - scared that this might be yet another time in which Buffy left and never came back - but didn't her mother realize that her being there would only be a hindrance? Buffy would be so preoccupied worrying about Joyce that she wouldn't have her mind completely in this fight - and she needed to give this her all!

Giles placed his hand on Buffy's knee to try and stop its incessant moving. "You will tire yourself before we even get to South Dakota."

"Something's not right, Giles." Buffy looked up at him as something twisted in her chest. "My Spidey Senses are going off the chart. Something wiggy this way comes, and I don't know if we're going to be able to stop it this time."

"How many disasters have we encountered in the past?" Giles asked softly. "Never lose hope in yourself, Buffy. You are the most unorthodox Vampire Slayer to have ever existed, but in my humble opinion, you are the greatest one yet."

She stared up at him in shock. "You really think that?"

"I thought that went without saying." He cleared his throat and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Buffy, whatever we face when we reach South Dakota, we will face it the way we always do."

"The Scooby Gang isn't what it used to be," she whispered as she leaned in closer. "My mother's here for crying out loud!"

He merely squeezed her knee. "Rest, Buffy. I will wake you when we land."

She observed him, unable to understand how he could be so calm, but in the end Buffy did as told. The Slayer leaned back against her seat and, after a moment's hesitation, rested her forehead against his shoulder. After another second she wrapped her arms around his, got more comfortable, and closed her eyes. Somehow, despite it all, she managed to fall asleep.

Chloe ignored the looks on her as Bette gripped her forearm and swallowed mouthfuls of her blood. The second the veins in her head had started turning dark Chloe had known the younger girl needed another dose of her blood, that the Hellmouth energy was starting to poison her. It was why she'd sliced a neat cut across her forearm and offered it to Bette, who'd latched on immediately, no doubt beginning to feel the effects of the poison. The others didn't say anything but she could read the questions in their eyes, questions she had no interest in answering right know. Max had told them all things she hadn't been ready for them to know, so if they wanted more answers they could get them from him. He was a box full of knowledge anyway. It was his fault that Sam was acting so weird around her.

No, Sam's acting this way around you because he's realized you're not even a person.

Swallowing back the pain welling in her chest, Chloe glanced around the room. It was going to be morning soon, and once the sunlight touched the town the group would make their way towards the forest, and go up against whatever might stand between them and the outside.

"Okay, I have to ask." Andy came to sit next to her. "What's with the bloodletting?"

Bette's gaze rested on him, something odd behind her orbs.

He gulped and then looked at Chloe.

"She's suffering from Hellmouth poisoning," Chloe responded. "It's like when we last met."

"Right, I remember." Andy nodded. "But I don't remember there being blood involved last time."

"I didn't realize my blood would help with Hellmouth poisoning last time," Chloe admitted.

"Is it even safe for us to be in the same room as you guys if there's Hellmouth poisoning involved?" Andy asked curiously. "Last time you didn't even let me into the same house."

"It's different, this is internalized," Chloe informed him. "The energy didn't wash over Bette, it's inside of her. So it shouldn't be contagious."

"Anyone else feel like this is way over their heads?" Jake wanted to know.

"Here here," Lily whispered.

Max rolled his eyes from his position in the darkest corner of the room.

"What happened to you?" Sam finally spoke as his gaze rested on her and Bette. "Who did that to you?"

Chloe met his gaze for a second before her greens lowered to Bette's head. "They call themselves The Initiative. They have demons, witches, Special Children, all locked up in some underground base where they experiment on them and make them fight each other to the death."

"I've heard about them." Max frowned as he leaned forwards. "Alice said that a couple of witches from her old coven went missing, and they believe this Initiative is behind it."

Chloe nodded. "I wouldn't be surprised."

"What do they want?" Lily wanted to know.

"To study us, control us," Bette mumbled as she finally pulled away, the whole bottom of her face covered in dripping blood. "To find a way to make us into weapons they can aim at whoever they want to."

"How did they even know about you?" Max wanted to know.

"I gave myself over to the Watcher's Council so that they could keep Azazel from taking me," Chloe informed him softly. "Gwendolyn Post, one of the Watchers, betrayed her own people - got them all killed. I was taken from them."

"Why were you brought out with her?" Max wanted to know as he stared at Bette. "What's so special about you?"

"Excuse me?" She licked the blood off of her, and wiped what she couldn't lick.

"You said there were other Special Children held prisoners, but they aren't here now, are they? You are." He raised an eyebrow. "If you ask me, that makes you and Mountain Man here my two biggest rivals."

"Rivals?" Lily asked in confusion as she turned to face him.

"Obviously we've been brought here for something, and I'm sure I'm not the only one who got visited in his dreams yesterday." Max raised an eyebrow. "This is a competition in which only one of us gets out alive. We're all around the same age, we're from the same generation, we're all similar except for her." He eyed Bette with a raised eyebrow. "That, coupled with the fact that Chloe's freaking feeding her her blood, and that there's obvious tension between Chloe and Sam - makes me think that this kid's got an advantage over all of us."

"By that logic, you, Andy and Sam would have an advantage over Lily and I just because you've all met Chloe before we ended up here," Jake argued, drawing their attention to him.

"Oh please," Bette muttered from where she sat. "It's obvious who the real threats are here, and it's not me."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked in wary confusion.

"Oh, come on you guys, it's obviously these two right here." She pointed between Jake and Andy.

"Me?" Andy squeaked. "How in the world am I one of the real threats? I mean, look at me!"

"Well, yeah, physically you're not intimidating, but if we're talking about abilities here - I've heard you guys talking. Lily mentioned you can control people's minds. As in, you could tell us to kill each other - or ourselves."

"Our abilities don't work on each other," Andy was quick to point out.

"Not yet at least, but if this is really a competition there's a very good chance that that rule will change." She raised an eyebrow. "And if that happens, there's nothing any of us could do fast enough to keep you from getting into our heads."

The others shared uneasy looks.

"I wouldn't do that," Andy promised. "It's not the type of person that I am."

"He's right," Chloe responded immediately, protectively. "I know Andy, I can vouch for him."

"It doesn't matter, really, not while we can't use our powers against each other… unless our power is such that is really can be used against the other," Bette pointed out. "And that's why it's a tie." She motioned to Jake. "You're not like the rest of us. You don't have some fanciful, seriously fringe science fiction-y power. You're just really strong. That's a natural occurrence in nature if adrenalin and such are involved. Andy can't mind-trick us, but you could still choke each and every one of us, or break our bones or whatever." She raised an eyebrow. "So, again, I'm not the threat here."

Max raised an eyebrow. "I hate to say it, but the kid makes a compelling point."

"Dude, dude," Andy complained. "I'm a pacifist, okay? I don't want to hurt anyone, and I don't want to be hurt."

"We're not the enemy here," Sam announced, drawing the attention to himself. "Azazel is. Don't forget that."

"He's right," Jake agreed. "A demon's doing this to us. There doesn't have to be any sense or reason behind anything."

"Exactly!" Andy pipped in nervously. "We have to work together. We can't fight each other, that's what that thing wants."

"Look, daylight's going to break in a couple of hours." Jake stood, looking every bit the soldier. "Let's just get the hell out of here when that happens, and once this damned town's at our back we can talk about whatever comes next."

"There are Hellhounds out there," Max reminded him. "As well as a demon who took the trouble to bring us all the way here. What the hell makes you think that either of those things are just going to let us leave?"

"We have to try," Jake announced with determination.

"He's right," Andy whispered. "We have to try."

Chloe wrapped up her arm, which had stopped bleeding.

She didn't want to say it, but she had a sinking feeling that Max was right.

The forces which had brought them to this town weren't going to let them walk out without a fight.

The blonde looked up at Sam, wondering what sort of barrier Azazel had around this place. Not only couldn't Kal hear her, but Sam hadn't teleported them away yet. That meant that he couldn't, otherwise she knew him enough that he would've done so. So that meant that there was some sort of cocooning spell over this town. And if that was so, then Azazel was dead serious about whatever he was doing here.

How is this saving the world?

What was with this whole shebang? Why all the secrecy? Why not just tell her what the supposed danger threatening the world was, and what she could do to help stop it? Why make them jump through all these hoops?

Azazel, what are you really after?

"What the hell is going on?" Lucy asked as she stared down at Angelus - uh, Angel - as he lay motionless on her expensive Persian rug, bleeding out onto it and totally ruining it. When she'd realized Kal wasn't in bed with her, and had heard noise downstairs she hadn't expected to find Angel here. Hell, he was the last person she'd ever expected to see again, and to see him here in this condition - what had happened? And how was Kal involved? Please, don't let a drunken Spike be behind this!

"Wooden bullets." Kal leaned over Angelus - Angel, Lucy, he's the Soul now! - and ripped open his shirt to reveal the bloody mess that was his chest. "Two are really close to his heart. One - I'm surprised it didn't pierce him." He looked up at Lucy. "I can try and burn them out, but given where they are, I could easily end up killing him instead of burning away the wood."

"What happened?" Lucy wanted to know as she hurried towards the intercom to call for one of the maids. They'd need a lot of blood if Angel survived this, so they were going to have to dip into the supply they kept in the fridge reserved just for blood.

"Some Hunter shot him," Kal responded immediately as he concentrated on Angel's chest, no doubt using his X-ray vision to examine the bullets and their precise locations. "Shot Dean as well, and Cordelia was bleeding out. I could barely hear a heartbeat." He looked up at her. "I took them to the hospital but with the condition she was in - he was covered in her blood - she'd bled out too much. I don't know if she's going to make it."

"Oh no." Lucy had never met these people, but she'd heard so much about them from Chloe that she felt she had.

Kal let out a huff. "I'm going to need help keeping him still in case he wakes up while I'm burning into him."

Lucy hurried towards a vase from the Ming dynasty and returned to where they were. "If he wakes up I'll knock him right back out."

Kal smiled up at her. "That's my girl."

"What the hell is going on here?" A confused voice asked.

Lucy groaned and turned to see her sister, Lois, in her pajamas. "Go back to bed, Lois."

"Oh my god, is that guy bleeding out?" Lois hurried towards them and picked up the phone, no doubt to call an ambulance. "We need to call a doctor! He'll die!"

"Too late for that," Kal muttered. "Like, a couple hundred years too late."

"Huh?" Lois turned to him, phone still in hand.

"I can't wait any longer," Kal muttered as he turned his attention back to Angel. Seconds later, his laser vision activated, burning into Angel's chest.

Lois squeaked and dropped the phone. "Lucy? Your boyfriend can shoot fire out of his eyes."

Angel's face shifted into it's demon visage and his eyes flew open.

Lucy brought the vase down, hard, knocking him right back out. Despite everything, her lips twitched in a smile. She'd wanted to do that every since the Soul had returned.

Lois continued to squeak. "W-what—what the hell was wrong with his face?"

Lucy sighed. She'd wanted to keep Lois out of the demon world, but it seemed like there was nothing she could do anymore. The secret was out. "Lois, use the intercom and tell Francois to bring up as much O neg as he can find in our blood fridge. Oh, and tell him to warm it up."

"You have a blood fridge?" Despite looking like she might be ill, Lois was already halfway towards the intercom. "Lucy, what the HELL is going ON?"

"Just do it, Lo!" Lucy snapped as she hurried to look for something else to knock Angel over the head with in case he woke up again.

Tonight was going to be a long night.

The moment the plane arrived in South Dakota, the group rented a Dodge Durango, threw the many bags of weapons they'd only gotten threw customs thanks to a cloaking/masking spell Giles had cast, and piled into the vehicle. Cold Oak was not in the GPS system, but Giles had brought his maps along and was very visibly pleased with himself for being proven right in that "technology cannot be trusted". Ted had taken the driver's seat, with Giles riding shotgun as navigator. That left Faith and Wesley in the back seat, having some sort of conversation that sounded very much like Faith telling Wesley that his balls were about to descend - and Wesley stammeringly announcing 'Ha! The last laugh's on you! They descended years ago!'. Faith didn't seem to believe him.

This seating arrangement left Buffy in the middle set of seats next to her mother. The woman was clearly nervous, fidgeting, her hands played with the ends of her shirt.

"Mom." Buffy reached out and held her hand. "You shouldn't be here. We don't know what we're driving towards, but it'll be dangerous."

Joyce smiled a sad smile as she sniffled. "Honey, do you remember when you finally told me you were a Slayer?"

"The Parent Teacher meeting at school," Buffy remembered. "That wasn't pretty."

"Poor Gabe and I," Joyce chuckled softly. "That was a very hard way to find out. He might've been on the phone with Jenny for answers all the time after that, but I was on the phone with him as well."

Buffy's eyes widened. "Really? I hadn't realized that. He never said anything."

"I asked him not to, it was still very hard for me to understand, to accept, but it explained so much." Joyce shook her head. "I felt like the world's worst mother for never realizing what was actually happening with you. I—when you left—I figured you'd realized it too. That you were better off without me holding you back."

"No, mom." Buffy squeezed her hand. "You've been the world's best mother! None of this has been your fault! And I've never blamed you for anything!" She took in a deep breath. "I know that it couldn't have been easy having me for a daughter - not with everything I put you through. But you still chose me over everyone else, even over dad." Her voice choked. "I love you mom, and I'm sorry if I haven't said or showed it enough."

Joyce stared teary-eyed at her daughter before embracing her tightly. "I love you so much, Buffy, and I'm so proud of the woman you've become."

Buffy couldn't speak, her voice was too thick with emotion, her throat completely clogged. So in lieu of speaking, she merely held on tightly to her mother.

A scream broke Chloe out of the sleep she hadn't even realized she'd fallen into. She'd been having a dream, a very realistic one, and finding out that it hadn't been real was disorienting. What had she been dreaming of though? It felt important.

She stumbled to her feet to find Lily continuing to scream while staring down at…

…Andy and Jake.

Chloe's eyes widened in horror as she hurried towards Andy's cold body. He lay on the ground, a look of terror on his face. His throat had been slashed, and his blood stained his clothes and skin. Next to him was Jake. Just like Andy, there was a look of horror and pain on his face, and not only was his throat cut, but his mouth was open, proving the his tongue had been ripped out. She was too horrified to check whether the same had been done to Andy.

Lily continued to scream as she grabbed her hair, clearly losing it.

"Will someone shut her up?" Max snapped as he stumbled to his feet.

Lily continued to scream.

Bette pushed up to her feet, wrapped a discarded cloth around her palm, and then slapped Lily so hard the blonde's head swung.

"No, Andy." Sam leaned over him, eyes wide in horror. "No."

"How did they get in here?" Lily sobbed as she gripped her face. "I thought we were protected! You said we were protected!"

"This wasn't done by any of those things outside, the bodies would've been shredded to pieces." Sam stared down at the remains. "Their throats were cut by something sharp, like a knife. There's also no smell of sulfur around so Azazel didn't come here."

"What are you saying?" Lily trembled as she hugged herself.

"He's saying that one of us did it," Max responded casually.

"The hell we did!" Lily snapped at him. "We needed them to help us get out of here!"

"He's right," Bette muttered as she took in a deep breath. "One of is did this. And I practically told them to do it when I pointed them out as the greatest threats here." She ran her hand down her face. "I didn't think someone would actually kill them though."

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Lily hissed in disgust. "This is your fault! We're all going to die down here because of you!"

"I will slap you again," Bette threatened.

"Enough!" Sam got into the middle of them, eyes narrowed. "Fighting isn't going to change the fact that one of us did this! One of us is a killer."

"Only one of us?" Max wanted to know in an amused tone. "Oh, come on, Sam. We're all killers in this room, whether we wanted to be or not." He pushed away from the wall he'd leaned against. "I killed my father and his asshole brother for the years of constant abuse they put me through. Lily accidentally killed her girlfriend when she touched her. Alice did all sorts of research into Chloe once she realized who she was, and we discovered not only has she killed more than her own share of demons and people, but so have you, at least where demons and vampires come into play. The only one here we don't have proof of being a killer is Pint-Sized, but I know that look in her eyes. She's definitely ended someone's life." Max chuckled as he folded his arms over his chest. "So not only could it have been any one of us, but other than Chloe, every single one of us have a reason to kill them."

"But that could be what she was hoping we'd think." Lily turned to Chloe suspiciously. "Why exactly is she here? She has to be a part of this competition. What if she's knocking off the ones she doesn't like?"

Chloe glared at her, unable to believe that someone would believe that.

Max laughed. "Don't be an idiot, if it was her knocking us off you or I would be dead instead of Andy." He made a face. "For some reason she seemed fond of the little pipsqueak."

How was it that there was a situation in which she disliked someone more than Max?

"Look, this just goes to prove that staying in here isn't an option anymore," Bette whispered, her hands clenched at her sides. "We need to leave."

"No!" Lily sobbed, fear in her tone. "Those things are out there!"

"Bette's right," Sam finally spoke up once more. There was a disturbed yet determined expression on his face as he took in a deep breath. "We can't stay here any longer. One of us is killing the others, we have to make a run for it."

Bette nodded her agreement.

Max raised an eyebrow. "This should be fun."

Lily collapsed to her knees and broke out into loud, uncontrollable sobs.

Chloe gazed between everyone, unable to fight the feeling that there was something else going on here. They were playing into someone's hands. Azazel's? Or someone else's?

Why wouldn't anyone tell him what was going on? The doctors had wheeled Cordelia away on an gurney, while Dean had been forced to have himself checked out. The bullet had been removed from his shoulder by a very confused doctor who'd wanted to know who in the world owned wooden bullets. There were so many questions he was receiving - mostly who had attacked him and his girlfriend, but try as he did to answer they he could only get questions as to Cordelia's wellbeing out passed his lips. The nurses were whispering that he was in shock, and he figured that he very well might be, but everyone's lack of answers weren't helping!

Another thing that wasn't helping: no one was answering their cell phones.

Not Chloe.

Not Buffy.

Not even Giles - who hated his phone yet still kept it on him.

Hell, Dean had even called the Sullivans but only got their voicemail.

Where were everyone?

"Mr Winchester?" A voice called.

He turned towards in desperately to see a man in scrubs coming near. "Doctor! Is she okay? I've been out here asking so many questions but no one's answering them!"

"Mr Winchester," the doctor cleared his throat as they moved to the corner. "We've done everything we can for your girlfriend, but we've been unable to patch her wound together successfully. We've never seen anything like this. Once we close one, another opens nearby. She's lost so much blood, and her heart can't take much more. We've moved her somewhere to rest, and we'll have a nurse bring you to her. You should be with her."

Dean stared up numbly. "What are you saying? Are you saying you can't do anything? That you can't save her?"

"I'm saying," the doctor sighed. "That you should be with her during her last moments."

"So, not only do vampires exist, but so do demons - and the whole time Chloe was missing she was with this guy in the Demon World… and you guys knew but didn't tell anyone? Not even me?" Lois looked up at her sister, unable to believe all that she'd learnt in the last half hour. "Oh, yeah, and your boyfriend's an alien."

"He prefers Intergalactic Traveller," Lucy responded tiredly. "And yes, to everything you said before."

The betrayal really hurt, but it wasn't at the forefront at the moment. Why had everyone kept her in the dark? She'd thought her cousin was dead for three years! Why hadn't anything thought to tell her the truth? A part of her got Uncle Gabe, but not Lucy, especially when there was so much that Lucy had kept from her.

"Spike's a vampire too," Lucy added. "He's actually Angel's grandchilde, which means he's family to Chloe… and through her, us."

"So Billy Idol really did steal his look?"

Lucy nodded. "He's really touchy about that."

Running her hand over her hair, Lois let out a huff of stress. "Wow. This is a lot to take in." She chuckled darkly. "My cousin is with a vampire, and my sister is with an ET."

"IT," Lucy corrected immediately. "And Chloe isn't actually with Angel right now. They've broken up. It was a real messy situation after he got his Soul back."

"Wait, he didn't have a Soul?" Lois squeaked, not sure she could take much more of this in one night.

"Not in the good old days," Lucy mumbled, clearly missing his soulless self.

Seriously - who the hell was her sister, really?

When they'd emerged from the building, it was to find no sign of ghosts, hellhounds, or Azazel. All in all it felt like a trap, but they didn't have another choice, not after Andy and Jake's deaths. Sam still didn't understand how someone could've killed them both without even one of them waking up. There was more going on here than met the eye, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't figure out exactly what. Or who. Who had killed Andy and Jake? Why had they killed them? Was it really because of what Bette had said? Or was this yet another part of the competition? Was someone playing for keeps? And if so, who'd said yes to Azazel's little game?

The most obvious choice would be Max, who'd proven he had no problems killing.

The next option was Lily, but he doubted that she'd have the strength to kill Jake - much less yank his tongue out.

Sam's gaze rested on the only one of them who was hopped up on Chloe's blood, someone he knew (from his experiences in the alternate universe) wasn't at all bothered by the idea of killing. If he closed his eyes he could still see Bette as a living fire ball, slowly burning those around her, melting their skin right from their bones. Sure, fire was her go-to ability, but who said that drinking Chloe's blood hadn't awakened something else inside of her?

He stared at his hand and tried to summon a ball of light to help them in the dark, but once more his magic was nulled deep inside of him.

"What does it mean?" Lily asked softly as she joined his side. They'd been walking in complete silence through the deserted town for a while now, and the forest could be seen in the distance, growing ever closer.

"Huh?"

"Telekinesis, Mind control, Super strength, Killing touch… I get those, they're fairly straight forwards." She hugged herself as she sidled him with a sidelong glance. "But what does 'Witch' mean? Isn't that like a whole different thing?"

That was a good question, actually. Andy, Jake, Max and Lily - even Bette - all specialized in one thing, whereas Sam had a bunch of different things mixed together. He cast spells. He'd always considered that his ability, but the more he thought about it, the more something just didn't seem right. Why was his ability so different from the others?

"Do you have a wand or something?"

Sam snorted at the thought. "No, uh, that's for people who need help focusing their intent. Kind of like training wheels on a bike."

"Oh." Lily pursed her lips and then chuckled softly. "That makes me see Harry Potter in a different light."

He smiled softly in agreement.

"So how do you cast magic?" Lily asked curiously. "Is it with your voice - do you use spells - or is it a mind thing?"

"It usually involves some chanting, amongst other things," he admitted, and once more it hit him as odd that he had to do these extra things when the others couldn't even control their abilities, not really. It came that naturally to them, that instinctive. Sure, some of his magic was nonverbal, but for the most part he had to prepare in advance and—.

"Good to know," Lily announced before suddenly her arm flung out, and heat blossomed in his throat.

Sam's eyes widened as he gripped at his throat. It was sliced open, much like Andy and Jake's had been, and as blood gushed down his shirt he found himself drowning in it, unable to breathe as he collapsed to his knees.

"SAM!" Chloe screamed as she turned towards them.

"It was him!" Lily stood over him, a shard of glass held in her hands. "I saw him, okay? That's why I had to pretend that I hadn't! Why I had to blame you guys! I couldn't let him know that I saw him kill Andy and Jake!"

"Get away from him!" Chloe raced towards them.

"I have to do this!" Lily screamed as she raised the glass shard high, ready to bring it down on Sam's head and end it all. "I'm sorry, but I don't want to die like they did!"

"Put the knife down!" Bette ordered.

"Stay away!" Lily ordered as Chloe got closer and closer. "Don't come any nearer!"

Chloe didn't listen to her, didn't even acknowledge her, her eyes on Sam.

DOn't come, he tried to tell her. She'll hurt you!

But Chloe couldn't hear him, instead of running away she came closer.

"I said STAY AW—!" Lily shifted to swing at Chloe as the other girl got within touching distance, but right before the shard could pierce Chloe's skin, Lily's body was flung back with brutal violence.

Confusion filled Sam as Chloe collapsed next to him and bit into her own wrist, opening up her earlier wound so she could force her blood into him, but Sam's confusion died when he realized Max had been behind Chloe. The dark blonde still remained standing, hand outstretched in the direction Lily had been thrown to. He looked utterly horrified, sickened, at whatever he was staring unblinkingly at.

Bette stumbled into step next to him, her eyes wide, her lips parted. "Well, at least I know the skinned person wasn't me."

"What?" Max's voice was shaky and ill as he turned to her.

Chloe pressed her hand hard against Sam's throat, sealing the leak as best as she could as she pressed her bleeding wrist into his mouth. "Drink, Sam. DRINK!"

He tore his gaze away from Max and Bette, and instead concentrated on Chloe's face. Tears were blinding her eyes as she stared down at him, looking even paler than she'd been before. She was crying, her tears fell unto his face and washed some of the blood away as he continued to drink as much of the blood as a slit throat allowed. He could feel the world slowly turning dark, sounds around him distorted, the last thing he saw was Chloe's sobbing face as she begged him not to close his eyes.

Almost there…