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Hey ppl, this is my second fic. It's a crossover of Supernatural, Smallville and Veronica Mars. I got this idea when I thought about how Chloe and Veronica would be good friends if they knew each other. Anyways I don't own anything or anyone from Supernatural, Smallville or Veronica Mars even though owning the Winchester boys would be my dream. Lol. Hope you like it, and plz plz review.
Danger Brings Us Closer
Chapter Four
That night nobody slept well, not even Dean who usually found it hard to stay awake after an evening full of Sam's lectures after a hunt or in this case rescue. His mind was on what Chloe had said to him.
"That demon said things that make me think he wanted me for something too. And if we really were just bait he would have killed us straightaway. He wouldn't have let us get away. This doesn't have to do with just you guys, me and Veronica have a part in this too." Those had been her exact words and now they were replaying in his head. He thought about how the demon usually killed whatever got in its way. So why had it left the girls alone? There had to be more to this than the demon luring Sam and Dean out to him. He sighed as he thought about her words again.
Sam was finding it hard to sleep as well but it was because of a completely different reason than Dean's. Every time he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, his head seared with the pains he got when he was getting a premonition. But these didn't seem like premonitions, these were like dreams. Somebody was screaming in agony and he was in an underground tunnel.
Right at the end of the tunnel he could make out the form of a person knelt down, huddled actually, in a ball. The dim lights in the tunnel made it hard to see any features. The person's whimpering could be heard from where he was, which was right at the end of the tunnel. He quickly started walking the person but was stopped by some invisible force.
Whatever it was, it was powerful. No matter how hard Sam pushed the invisible wall wouldn't let down. He looked frantically at the huddled figure at the end of the tunnel and heard the person scream in agony again. He winced, thinking that it sounded like someone he knew, but who was it? His first thoughts were Dean, but Dean's voice was lower and the person's frame was too small for it to be a guy. He looked at the distant figure again and called out, "Hey, who are you, what's happening to you? Look at me, please answer me!" His voice rung out through the tunnel and bounced off the thick cement walls.
Sam was getting scared now. This wasn't a premonition, they didn't last so long and they didn't feel so real. Why wasn't that person responding? He called out again, this time louder and he could hear the fear in his voice. "I can help you, who are you? How did you get here? Are you hurt?!" The figure sobbed loudly and in a whisper that seemed to echo in his ears said, "Please, stay away Sammy, leave me here and save the others before it's too late. Don't come back for me. Please, you'll only get hurt if you come any closer." The voice belonged to a female.
He swallowed and his breath came out raspy. Who was she? The others, who were they? "Let me help you." He said trying to take a step forward but finding the wall persistent. Suddenly another figure blocked the tunnel's entrance from the other end. It was a human form but Sam had had too many close encounters with this demon to not be able to recognize him. Its yellow eyes gleamed menacingly and he looked triumphant. The figure at the other end of the tunnel backed into the wall and her panting breaths showed her fear.
Sam began to sweat, no; he should be able to stop him. He wasn't going to let him take another loved one away. Wait another loved one? Who was that girl? It was like he was another Sam in this dream, himself but with a strong sense of protection and obsession with the girl. He screamed at the Yellow Eyed Demon, "Don't touch her!!" The Yellow Eyed Demon stared at Sam in the eyes and Sam felt his forehead thud with an anguishing pain.
The demon laughed coldly and glanced at the girl whose body was stiff in horror? Sam couldn't tell but he didn't want her to go through this anymore. The Yellow Eyed Demon knelt down and touched the girl's face. While she screamed in agony, he looked up at Sam, sneering. "See Sam, how easy it is for me to control you? I'd let you move on your own free will but then you'd rush over and kill me after freeing this girl. And I can't have you do that, can i? She has to be destroyed….The other one will be too. It would be so much easier if you did it yourself, but you are part human, and humans are too attached. As you are with this girl….however it has been managed, I will continue the purification."
From its hands the Yellow Eyed Demon grew a ball of bright light, and the light grew and grew until it was almost the size of a soccer ball. That's when the girl turned her head towards Sam and he caught her face. He gasped. "Go Sam!" Veronica instructed. Sam stood there and managed to call her name, "Veronica, Veronica you-" but she cut him off. "Run Now!! Keep the others safe! Now" she screamed at him. He took a step forward and the Yellow Eyed Demon started chanting. Sam started to run towards her but Veronica screamed at him to stay away and shook her head.
There were tears in her eyes and when Sam was just a few feet away, the blinding light exploded in the tunnel, the Yellow Eyed Demon screamed in bliss while at the same a shrill scream echoed from Veronica and Sam yelled, "NOOO!!!" Then the light blinded him and he gasped as he shot up from his bed.
He gasped for air and his eyes went wide when he realized he was back in the motel room. He was sweating and he rubbed his face trying to shake the fear that traveled through his body at the sound of her screaming. He heard Dean get up abruptly and he turned to look at him. "What's wrong Sam? Was it a premonition? Are you alright?" his brother asked crossing over to Sam's bed. His face was lined with concern and fear as well, but Sam knew that it wasn't from what he'd seen.
"Water." He said, realizing his throat was dry. Dean passed him the glass of water on the bedside table. "What's wrong? What did you see?" Dean asked him patting him slightly on his back. Sam turned to look at him, focusing on what was happening now. "Dean, I had a dream" he said calming down. Dean looked at him sharply. "A premonition?" he asked. Sam shook his head, "No, it wasn't a premonition, well; I don't know it was like a dream and a premonition. But Veronica died. The Yellow Eyed Demon, it had her in the tunnel." He said quickly.
He tried to remember if it had been night or day but the tunnel had been so dark and gloomy it was hard to tell. Dean's face crossed with worry and confusion. "A tunnel? And he had Veronica? But that doesn't make sense, she's right next door. She's safe Sammy." He said glancing at the door. Sam shook his head, "We should check, just in case." He had to make sure none of this had happened while he was having the dream/premonition. Dean looked at him carefully and it looked like he wanted to retaliate but he nodded and got up.
"Alright Sam, but I'm pretty sure that both the girls are still in their room. I haven't heard any noises come from their room and I've been awake most of the night. You sure it wasn't just a dream?" he asked as he pulled on a shirt and pants over his boxers. Sam pulled on a shirt over his singlet as well and grabbed a gun out from under his bed. "No, it was like a dream but my head was hurting like it does when I get premonitions and-and it felt like….i had a gut feeling." He said feeling a bit stupid.
Maybe Veronica was alright? Maybe it was just a dream and he was making a big deal out of it all. But even if he was making a big deal out of this it was necessary for him. He'd never had a dream that freaky and he'd had a lot of bad dreams. Dean didn't say anything but nodded, usually Sam was right about this sort of stuff.
And it was worth checking to see if the girls were there, maybe Veronica might have run away from here because of all the stuff that happened. Then it would explain how the Yellow Eyed Demon had gotten to her. Dean hoped he was wrong. He and his brother had saved too many people from evil supernatural beings to have the Yellow Eyed Demon (a demon he couldn't wait to kill) murder an innocent person, who was supposed to be safe with them.
He and Sam wordlessly walked out of their room and to the one next door. Dean rapped on it loudly. For a while he didn't hear anything and he knocked on the door again. Then the door opened and a sleepy looking Veronica stared out at them from under her eyelids. She was still sort of tired and really hadn't wanted to get up but the knocking and the fact that Chloe was out cold thanks to their day, had managed to make her open the door to find two very worried and pale looking Winchesters. Her eyes snapped open and she asked, "What happened? What's wrong?" she saw Dean's face lose the tense look and Sam's face retained its colour and he let out a sigh of relief.
She looked at first Dean, and then at Sam quizzically, and when she didn't get anything apart from nervous look from Sam she asked, "Is it back? Did it find us? Why do you guys look so tense?" Dean opened his mouth and said, "Sam just had a-" he swore suddenly as Sam brought his foot down on his and looked at Sam menacingly.
Granted he'd just had a premonition/dream but that didn't mean he could get away with practically amputating Dean's foot with his clumsily tied combat boots. But when he saw the slight shake of Sam's head he understood and said quickly, "Had a- a craving to see you." He said pleased with himself for saving the moment, or maybe not by the looks on Sam's face. Veronica's eyebrows arched and she looked at Sam, who was looking a bit pink even in the dim light.
"We just came to see if you and Chloe were okay." He said trying to smile. Somehow it didn't come out the way he wanted and she asked quickly, "Are you alright Sam? You look like you're in pain. Did you guys get hurt?" Sam and Dean shook their heads. "No, we're fine. Umm, we should go get some sleep and let you go back to sleep as well." Dean said turning to go. Sam nodded numbly (a part of him embarrassed but a larger part of him still worried about his dream/premonition) and looked at Veronica carefully.
She was still staring after Dean but when she felt Sam's gaze on her she looked back in his eyes and felt slightly uncomfortable. The way he was looking at her, like he was seeing her for the first time. Like there was something he was looking for on her face. She shifted on her feet uncomfortably and asked Sam quietly, "Are you sure you're alright?" she saw Sam's eyes snap out of the searching look and he smiled faintly. "I'm fine…..Sorry about waking you up, we just wanted to check if you were alright. You should go back to sleep- but make sure you keep the door locked." He added his voice more solid.
Veronica nodded wordlessly; slightly more puzzled at Sam's warning. If nothing was wrong then why was he telling her to lock the door? She didn't know him that well but she had figured that he was a pretty laid back guy and the sudden change in his demeanor was a bit frightening. She whispered a goodnight and when he had replied and walked back to his room she closed the door and hesitantly locked it.
When she lay back down in her bed, she couldn't bring back the heavy sleep she'd been in when she'd gotten up to open the door. In fact she now laid awake listening for any sounds and staring at the eerie shadows outside the high window, hoping that sleep would come. She thought she heard a soft rustling noise outside the door a few minutes later and stared at the doorknob in a slight fear.
She didn't want to get out of bed, in case whatever or whoever it was burst in the room feeling her moving presence. She just wanted the covers to engulf her and keep her safe until the morning. After a few seconds the noises stopped and she could faintly hear the sounds of fading footsteps, frowning she turned over in her bed and closed her eyes finally feeling her eyelids droop heavily.
Maybe if she had gotten out of bed, and opened the door, she would have seen Sam sprinkling salt outside the door. He had almost jumped straight out of bed when he had remembered that they hadn't lined the girl's door with salt. And after much protesting from Dean, who had taken up a lighter mood and exclaimed that Sam was acting like a nutter who really needed sleep (god was all this safety necessary, they only had a few hours left till the morning?), Sam had poured a thick line of rock salt along the girl's door before walking back into his room and falling asleep.
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The next morning Dean woke up yawning and glanced at a sleeping Sam on the other bed. For a moment he considered screaming in his ear to see how pissed he'd be when he got up but the sensible part of him (which Sam claimed rarely showed) thought against it and let him sleep. It hadn't been an easy night for Sam, Dean knew that. The psychic gift or curse (whichever way you looked at it) had brought up a wave of new fears for his little brother and that wasn't good.
Dean knew that Sam hadn't forgotten about the Yellow Eyed Demon claiming Sam was part demon as well, even when they had been rescuing Veronica and Chloe. While walking up the steps to the dilapidated house and while they had been searching for Chloe he had always glimpsed his brother's stony face, usually expressionless and dull. That wasn't the Sam he knew. Usually Dean was the one who had that look on his face when he was mad and he didn't want to see it on Sam. It didn't matter what the Yellow Eyed Demon tried to make Sammy look like, he was still Dean's brother and there was no damn way in hell he was going to let Sam get talked into that monster's words.
But no matter how much Dean tried, he couldn't make Sam understand. All Sam said at the end of their arguments was that sooner or later he was going to turn and if he did Dean would have to shoot him, and the sooner Dean accepted that fact, the better. Of course Dean had to curl his fits into balls to stop him from hitting Sam over the pure frustration he felt when talking about this.
And now there were these two new people; Veronica and Chloe. Two girls who had appeared pretty much out of nowhere and seemed to be turning the boys' world around. Their goal had been to save the girls, find a demon or the demon, to kill it, drop the girls home and go on to the next hunt. This process usually took three days to four sometimes but by the end of the fourth they were usually heading towards the next hunt. But here they were still rescuing the girls instead, Dean thought, two girls who wanted to stick around; one had a way of warding of the Yellow Eyed Demon and the other one's plaguing Sam's dreams.
Dean got up and stretched his arms before slipping into the bathroom to take a quick shower. He wanted to find out more about the amulet Chloe wore and what was so special about it. What could be so special about the amulet that would make an evil demon act so cowardly in front of one of its victims? He thought as he turned off the shower and dried himself down. He pulled on a shirt and boxers, jeans and came out of the bathroom. He glanced at Sam; nope he was still sleeping so he decided to grab some coffee and breakfast after checking if Chloe and Veronica were still sleeping. The clock on the wall above him said it was eleven in the morning.
He knocked on the girls' door and waited. After a few minutes it opened and Chloe's anxious face appeared. She smiled widely when she saw it was him and let him in. "Hey, I just came to see if any of you were up yet." He said, noticing that her hair was ruffled slightly and her clothes were stained with dirt and lines of dried blood from where she'd been scratched while running from the demon. She looked down at her clothes as well and said embarrassed, "Yeah I look like a pig, covered in dirt and dried blood hey?" Dean laughed and said kindly, "Hey, after encountering a demon, no one looks like a fashion queen." She smiled at him and he felt his stomach rumble.
Chloe's smiled widened and she asked, "You hungry?" he nodded, "I haven't eaten since yesterday's lunch and since Sam tried making it, most of it went in the bin." He said grinning when he remembered Sam's slightly hurt look when he had tipped the plateful of burnt pie in the bin. Chloe shook her head, "Yeah, me and Veronica haven't had anything since yesterday as well. At Veronica's mention, Dean looked over at the other bed in the room, watching Veronica sleep heavily. Sam was doing the exact same thing next door.
"How is she?" he asked remembering how pale she had looked when they had left the girls in their room, and the new suspicion his brother and he had probably instilled in her last night. Chloe looked over at her and grinned, "She's out like a log. But that's a good thing. She had a rough night yesterday, and when she wakes up she'll probably have come to terms with all of this. She has to if we're going to face this demon." Chloe added quietly.
Dean looked at her closely, okay here comes the trying to make her see things his way time, he thought to himself. He could feel himself turn warm under the defiant look, which had already crept up in her green eyes. He opened his mouth to say something but Chloe quickly said, "Look, can we go somewhere to get some food and maybe some new clothes? I don't want to wake Veronica up here." She didn't want to end up yelling at Dean and wake up her already freaked out friend.
He nodded and when she got her scraggy looking jacket, which covered up her dirty shirt, she picked up her wallet. "Wait; let me leave Veronica a note." Chloe ripped out a stick it notepad paper from her jeans pocket and scribbled a reply to where she was. Then she waited outside their door as Dean entered the room he and his brother were sharing to pick up the Impala's keys. As they made their way out of the motel and sat in the car Chloe looked at Dean's face closely while he started up the ignition. "You know that I'm not going away." She half asked and half answered. While he backed out the Impala and looked back out the back windscreen, his eyes looked at hers for a moment and he sighed, "I know." She smiled.
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Veronica stretched slightly but winced when the gash on her back answered with a poke of pain. She had attempted to clean the wound but she had a feeling it would take more than a wipe down with Dettol and some bandages to make it heal properly. She looked around the room and frowned when she didn't see Chloe in her bed. Her eyes traveled to the bathroom door and she listened closely for any sound of her maybe taking a shower, but her ears met a dim silence.
She immediately started worrying. Where was Chloe? She had heard sounds last night and they could have been the demon trying to get in their room. Had it taken Chloe? She quickly got out of bed and was about to go through their room for her shoes so she could run out to look for her friend when her eyes fell across the bright pink paper stuck on the small bedside table between the two beds. She picked it up and let out a sigh of relief. It was a note from Chloe explaining that she and Dean were getting breakfast and some new clothes for 'us girls'. 'Don't worry we'll be back in a few hours, we just didn't want to wake you up.' The note had concluded. She looked at the clock and was shocked to see it was 11:30 already. She decided to take a quick shower and wait until Chloe and Dean got back.
Sam groaned and got up slowly to answer the knocking on the door. He looked at Dean's empty bed and frowned but thought it was probably him at the door whining about how hungry he was. He had slept dream/premonition-less the rest of their chaotic night and wasn't surprised to see that it was almost midday. He opened the door and found it was Veronica who had been knocking on the door. He was pretty surprised to see her there, and for a moment he stood there thinking about what to say. She smiled shyly, "Um, hey Sam did I wake you up?" she asked hurriedly. She had sat there in her room for a good fifteen minutes and decided that any embarrassing conversation with Sam Winchester was better than sitting there bored out of her head. She was beginning to doubt it.
He smiled at her but now found he couldn't look at her without feeling a bit weird in his stomach. She was pretty and innocent looking and he shuddered whenever he thought about the dream he'd had. "No, I was about to get up anyway. Dean's not here in his room." He said looking around the room again. He let her in and closed the door behind her. She grinned. "Oh, Chloe took him out shopping. She left a note." Veronica said smiling widely. Sam almost snorted with laughter. "She took Dean shopping?" he asked amazed.
She laughed at his expression of pure shock and felt herself ease up. He'd acted really weird before but he seemed alright now. "Well, in her words, they're out getting something to eat and some new clothes seeing as how our ones look and smell really bad." She said looking at her own rugged looking pale (but now much darker) coloured top. Sam smiled at her, "Well as long as she doesn't drag him into a lingerie shop I'm sure he won't mind that much." He said sitting down on the bed.
Veronica's eyes traveled back to the door and she saw a white rock looking crystal thing that had been sprinkled across her door's width as well. She had been thinking of what it was and had become a bit antsy. "Hey what is that? I don't know how but that stuff was along our door as well." She said pointing at the barley visible line of salt. Sam followed her finger's direction until he saw the salt. Oh, yeah he'd forgotten that normal people didn't have to line their doors with salt. And he almost laughed when he thought about what he'd say to her, "Yeah, that's rock salt to protect you from evil spirits." He mumbled grinning slightly.
Veronica stared at him trying to figure out if he was kidding. Rock salt? "What?" he asked when he saw her staring at him. She looked at the door again, "You guys use rock salt to protect yourselves from evil spirits?" she asked slightly skeptical. He smiled and said "Yeah, it's weird but it's helped us out of a lot of stuff." She sobered at the thoughts of what all this other stuff was and looked back at him carefully. "Sam, Can I ask you something?" she asked quietly. He turned and looked at her expectantly. "Yeah, sure what is it?"
"Last night you were looking freaked out and when you guys came banging on the door in the middle of the night, I thought that maybe the demon was here, that maybe it tracked us down. But then you guys saw me and left, it was really weird. Did something happen at night?" she asked slowly recounting last night's events. Sam's neutral face grimaced lightly. "Okay, Veronica I don't want to scare you by telling you these sorts of things when you've already had a tough night. I really don't want to worry you." He prepared himself mentally to tell Veronica about his dream. She shook her head at him.
"Sam, I know I probably looked like a frail weak chick last night but that was because this is all really new to me. I was a private investigator before this and the most I had to deal with were cults. Supernatural stuff was something I've never been across so yes it took me time to believe all of this. But that doesn't mean I don't believe it. I saw that demon, it was after us, I can't act like it didn't happen, so anything that you guys know about this would be great to pass on to me and Chloe. You know since it's my first time being chased after by a demon and all." She said attempting to joke. But Sam's face still looked doubtful.
"Look, if you don't want to tell me, fine but I'm not going to go back home and act like nothing happened. And I don't think Chloe will too. Last night you sort of freaked me out. I want to know what happened." She said almost in a whisper. He looked up at her and in her deep brown eyes. He and Dean had almost lost the image of innocence. After growing up the way they had, the word 'innocence' had lost all meaning. With what he'd seen all these years innocence was just a façade. But now when he looked into Veronica's eyes, he was pretty sure they were the most innocent brown eyes he'd ever looked into. But it wasn't naïve innocence. It was the sincere and heartfelt innocence that had lived after watching everything unfold in front of her.
As she got up to go, he stopped her by slightly grabbing her small hand. "No, wait. You should know why I was so freaked last night. Because most of it had to do with you. In fact it was all about you. And hiding it would be unfair because you deserve to know about everything." Sam said as she looked at him hopefully. She nodded and sat down next to him.