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Welcome to Home Sweet Hell, an AU season one Supernatural roleplay set in Lawrence, Kansas, just after episode 1x09 'Home'.
All Sam and Dean want is to get away from the town they used to live in, but with cases left, right and centre in Kansas, they can't go anywhere. Why there's so much activity here is something they don't know, but it's drawing people to the town - people...and non-people too.
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Chloë had received word of a fire at a diner, but she hadn’t bothered to go and check it out, because honestly, that was what the fire department was for. She wasn’t interested in domestic fires, or even arson, for that matter, unless somebody was killed, because it wasn’t her department; she had enough work to do in this town without chasing up things that didn’t affect her, and it really was a lot, trying to solve cases when she knew that they had been caused by something that wasn’t even believed to exist by everyone that she worked with, or the government in general. She couldn’t send in reports that stated that demons had killed people, or vampires, because they’d think she was crazy, and take her off field work until she had a psych review – and that would make her crazy, even if she hadn’t been before, because Chloë needed to be out in the field to be happy. She adored her job, and every aspect of it, even the paperwork, as long as it was in moderation, and the last thing she wanted to do was be stuck with desk duty for a while, it really was. Despite her conversations with Dean the other day, which had confirmed that they were dealing with the supernatural here, Chloë was still hoping to find that at least one of the cases had been caused by something more human in nature, because that, she could deal with. Of course she wasn’t wishing that people would go out and kill each other, because it was a side of human nature that she really, really didn’t like existing, but the fact was that people did harm one another, and it would have been a lot easier for her if they’d done this, instead of monsters. Concerning, sure, to have this many cases in one town, but she didn’t like feeling out of her depth in the way that she did when the things were more supernatural-based. She could go on hunts; Dean would let her go with him, she was certain of that, and she could quite possibly get a kill in, but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t her way of doing things, it wasn’t her comfort zone. Chloë liked to be in control, and she didn’t feel that way, when the cases were like this. They were overwhelmingly non-human in nature, and it wasn’t her area of expertise.
But she knew enough to get by, probably making her the only federal agent around who knew about the supernatural, and accepted it, too, and definitely the only one who was willing to turn a blind eye to what hunters did in order to get their job done, because she honestly believed that the world needed them around. They might not have had legitimate jobs, necessarily, and they might have broken the laws that she worked hard to uphold, but that didn’t change the fact that without them, a hell of a lot more people would have died – and that really wasn’t a scenario that Chloë was willing to entertain, because she had a duty to protect the people of this country. If that involved letting someone go, occasionally, if she knew they were a hunter, then her conscience was clear on that...and hunters were damn good at not getting caught, too. There were some, she was sure, who were probably more a danger than anything else, but the good ones, like the Winchesters—well, Chloë was happy to let them keep on doing what they were doing, as long as she didn’t catch them. They were good people, and she trusted them. Dean in particular, sure, but she trusted them.
By the end of the day, however, having heard the police calls, Chloë found that she was actually interested in seeing the diner that had burned down, and for lack of something better to do, she made her way to it. She was interested, because they couldn’t seem to find an initial cause for the fire, which instantly threw up red flags, and the people who’d died inside seemed to have been dead before the fire had even started, according to the medical examiner, which made absolutely no sense whatsoever. There were a lot of things that didn’t make sense, anymore; Chloë was beginning to learn to just accept that as something that happened, when the supernatural was involved. She couldn’t prove that that was the case here, but she could try, at least, and fortunately the scene seemed to have cleared by the time that she got there. There was still police tape up, sure, a couple of discarded items here and there that someone would be by to collect come the morning, but everyone bar a couple of police officers had cleared off, and Chloë nodded at them as she wandered towards the building; keeping up the relationship between the police and the FBI was frustrating, sometimes, but necessary, if she ever wanted to have information. She was standing looking at the building when she thought she saw someone climbing in a window round the side. Just like that, Chloë jolted into action; she ran round to the side of the building, climbing in through the same window and drawing her gun, listening carefully before she headed off in what she thought was the direction the person had gone in. “FBI! Put down any weapons you might have!”
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I see the bad moon arising
don’t go around tonight, it’s bound to take your life
Lawrence Kansas, it was a city he grew up in, knew like the back of his hand, had always wanted to grow old and die in, now it was home to every nightmare he ever had. His wife, his beautiful Mary was killed here, he and his children were displaced here, his life as a hunter had begun here. Why did it seem like everything kept returning back to Laurence? He knew Dean and Sam were here somewhere as well and he didn’t like the idea that something seemed to be bringing them all to this city again. He’d been close to finding his sons, telling them…no ordering them to leave town but he stopped himself from it. Maybe it was comforting having them near, maybe the three of them together, family, could end this nightmare once and for all. Of course this could also be a trap to get them all in one place to finish them off easier. He had to find out if there was a trap since the first step in avoiding it was knowing it was there.
To that end he’d been hunting demons lately, what seemed like a never-ending supply of them. Earlier in the day he’d cornered them in a closed diner, killed a few, and burned the place down. He’d come back under the cover of dusk, knowing that like a rat, a demon would return to its home. Waiting inside he’d heard the window open up and he moved carefully towards it, the butt of his gun ready to be smashed across the head of the thing. That’s when he heard the woman who entered the building telling the demon to freeze. Well he didn’t think it would listen so he brought the butt on the shotgun down on the demon’s head hard, knocking it to the ground, before standing over it with his foot on it’s throat. Now that there was a civilian in the mix he didn’t want to risk taking the time to interrogate the thing, reaching out a hand he quickly began.
“Exorcizamus te, omnis immudus spiritus, omis satanica postestas, omnis incursion infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregation et secta diabolica. Ergo draco maledicte. Ecclesiam tuam secure tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.”
As the black smoke escaped the mouth of the skinsuit he turned to Chloe and waited to see what her move now would be, putting his shot gun against his shoulder.
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You would have thought that somewhere along the line, people would have started to realise that she meant it when she told them to freeze and put down any weapons they had, that she wasn’t afraid of engaging in combat, of shooting, even, if she had to, that this was her job, and the fact that they kept running from her shouted ‘guilty’ just as much as if they’d had some neon sign above their head. If someone wasn’t guilty, they had nothing to fear, and therefore nothing to worry about if she arrested them, because she’d come up with nothing in the interrogation room and they could go free. Sure, okay, it was probably pretty scary to have a fed come after you with a gun pointed at your head – Chloë wouldn’t know, given that she was the fed – but that still didn’t mean that running was the best option. She’d catch them eventually. Especially if they were guilty, she’d catch them, because that was what she did, and she was damn good at her job. Sometimes people got away, it happened, regardless of how good she might have been, but Chloë always found them again. Almost always – sometimes things didn’t go quite according to plan, and not every case went her way, because she was human, not a machine, but that didn’t change the fact that she was very good at what she did. Even in a town like this, where so much was out of her comfort zone, related to an element of the world that she couldn’t write up in her reports, because nobody would believe her, Chloë was good at what she did, and maybe she wouldn’t have the results that she wanted, because there were no results to be had, but she’d still do the best that she could. It was the only option; Chloë was a perfectionist, and she didn’t accept any less than that.
Apparently, however, she wasn’t the only one who wanted to stop the man – not, it appeared, that he was a man in the first place. That really did seem to be the way, lately; Chloë was a little tired of chasing people, only to find that they weren’t people and her gun wouldn’t have stopped them, whatever she did. She was glad that she knew what was out there, she really was, but Chloë couldn’t help but wish things would go back to the days when it was just humans killing other humans and she could actually do her job properly. There was far too much of a supernatural element in this town, that was for sure. She watched, quietly, her gun still pointed at the guy on the floor, as the other man started reciting Latin, stepping back as a whole load of black smoke erupted from the first guy; she didn’t look surprised, necessarily, just...glad that he had gotten there before she ended up getting hurt by trying to chase someone that wasn’t human. “Demon, right?” she asked; the black smoke and the Latin, and the fact that he’d looked human all pointed to that, from her research – and Chloë’s research was always extremely thorough. “I swear this town is full of hunters,” she muttered to herself, raising her gun from the (hopefully) unconscious guy to the hunter with one hand, holding out her other. “Gun, please.” So he was being helpful. Chloë appreciated that, appreciated what hunters did, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to arrest him. But she didn’t know him, didn’t know what he was capable of, or what he thought of law enforcement, and confiscating his gun seemed like the best thing to do at the moment. Then they could talk.
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I see the bad moon arising
don’t go around tonight, it’s bound to take your life
Okay the fact that the officer knew what a demon was shocked him, which translated into a mild look of amazement on his face. It wasn’t every day that you met law enforcement that was aware of the supernatural or even able to correctly identify the creature in question. That alone gave him pause enough to actually consider not just knocking her out, searching the meatsuit, and walking away. On the other hand he’d been in the business long enough to be wanted for a thing or two, or twelve, so it was a risk to just give into what she wanted him to do. Naturally he was also hesitant since the gun was a sawed off, therefore illegal. What finally did it though was a gut feeling that she might not just slap the cuffs on, that coupled with the pistol in his back waistband and years of hand to hand training and experience that he possessed. So he flicked the safety on, turned it so the barrel was in his grasp, and offered it to her handle first.
“So, mind telling me how you know what I am and what he was?”
Not waiting for her to ask questions or answer his he kneeled down next to the demon’s leftover corpse and begun to pat it down, looking for both cash and clues. He’d found a few things on a demon he’d killed earlier in the day which lead him here. Feeling it deep in his bones, he knew he was close to the goal he’d been after all those years, finding what had killed Mary. It all had lead him back to Lawrence.
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Chloë was well aware of the fact that hunters weren’t generally used to law enforcement knowing what it was that they did; she was certainly the only federal agent she was aware of who knew what was out there, and she imagined that it was a similar story in the police department. She got it, she did; if it hadn’t been for what had happened to her sister, Chloë wouldn’t have believed either. She’d been the rational, cynical type, believing in vampires and demons just as much as she believed in Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy. And it wasn’t like it was really a topic up for debate in the office; they dealt with the real world, with death, with solving crimes, not the fantastical, things that clearly belonged in story books...except that they didn’t, did they? But Chloë knew why most didn’t believe; it didn’t fit in with their world view, it certainly didn’t make their jobs any easier, and hunters broke the law a hundred times over to get their jobs done. But she knew what she had seen, and that wasn’t something that Chloë was going to deny, not for a single second. She knew what was real, now, and though she would have had this man in cuffs in a heartbeat, once upon a time, she was more lenient now. She knew that hunters were just doing their jobs, and that allowing them to do that meant that maybe, just maybe, there would be less people in this town who ended up dead. Chloë wanted to save people, and she couldn’t deal with these things herself, so they needed to, instead. She was happy to let them, as long as they didn’t do anything terrible.
She didn’t cuff the man, didn’t even give him a verbal warning; Chloë just took the shotgun with a nod of thanks, lowering her own gun and clicking off the safety once she was holding the weapon by her side, not bothering on commenting on the fact that it was illegal for him to own a weapon like this; she’d seen Dean Winchester’s trunk, she knew the sort of things that hunters had, and she wasn’t going to lie, she was always impressed by the range of weapons that he had, and the fact that he actually had cause to use them. Chloë chuckled slightly, watching as he knelt by the body. “You’re not the first hunter I’ve come across, Mr...” she replied, amused, trailing off so that he could introduce himself. And she’d get a name – hopefully, it wouldn’t even be fake. It wasn’t as though she planned on causing trouble for him; he’d gotten rid of a demon. One less monster was a good thing, in her book, for sure. “I’ve done my research.”
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I see the bad moon arising
don’t go around tonight, it’s bound to take your life
Again he weighed his options, he could go with a fake name and it probably would be the intelligent thing to do but the woman knew hunters, obviously. He continued to pat down the body, pulling out the man’s wallet and removing what little cash was there, tucking it away in his front shirt pocket, he tossed the rest of it aside before continuing on with his pat down, looking for any other clues the demon might have on him. Everything was to damned close to his sons right now and he needed to get to the bottom of this quickly. So hell with it, he took a chance, figuring if it didn’t pan out he’d be no worse off anyway.
“Winchester.”
Besides it wasn’t like his real name didn’t sound fake anyway. He finished the pat down, not finding anything of use save the cash, and stood up, wiping his hands off on his pants, looking to Chloe a moment as if sizing her up again, then gestured to his shotgun in her hand.
“So are you going to keep that because they are hard to come by. If you know anything about hunters I’m sure you know the pay isn’t that great. Plus if I were going to shoot you I’d have already done it.”
Truth in his words, really he’d pose no threat to her if she wasn’t one to him, he’d enough on his plate honestly and with what he found this morning on the first corpse, well he might need a contact in law enforcement that was sympathetic to a hunter. He’d found a newspaper clipping about a fire, which by its nature wasn’t strange, but the way the fire had started, the burn pattern, that was strange. The newspaper spoke of spontaneous combustion along with the fact that it appeared the woman was pinned against the ceiling; it was how Mary had been killed, how Jess had been. It had happened in town, meaning what did it might still be here. He needed someone to get him the information and fast but he didn’t know Chloe, not yet, and not enough to trust with this yet.
“So this fire a federal case or are you moonlighting as a Fire Marshall too?”
An honest question, it wasn’t like the FBI got involved in fires normally unless something else was going on, and if something else was going on where demons were involved he’d want to know about it.
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Chloë would never have claimed to be an expert on hunters. She’d spoken to a few, before now, all of whom seemed to be especially surprised that there was a federal agent out there who actually knew of the existence of the supernatural. She certainly seemed to be the only knowledgeable fed that she knew of, but Chloë could hardly judge, since it wasn’t the sort of thing that one could bring up in conversation in the break room or the gym, not without being considered crazy, and she valued her professional relationships too much to do that; you never knew when you might need somebody’s help. There was only one hunter, however, that she’d have actually considered to be a friend, and so her opinions on what they were like tended to be based on what he was like, and what he had told her – and she didn’t know everything about him, just as he didn’t know everything about her, given that they were remarkably similar in their views about sharing feelings and being emotional, but Chloë figured that she knew enough to keep her going. For the most part, hunters were good people just trying to save others, and that was the most important thing; it was why she could turn a blind eye, a lot of the time, because at the end of the day, they saved the people that she couldn’t save, and they couldn’t do that if they were in jail. She didn’t approve, not in the slightest, and she always tried to offer a more legal method, if she happened to be around, but they did a good thing, by saving people, and the world needed that. Too many people died as it was.
As he gave her his name, Chloë just stared at him for a moment. “Seriously?” That was...well, that was unexpected. She’d met Dean a year or so ago, when she’d tried to arrest him, and he’d been her first contact with the supernatural world since her sister had died. He’d given her more information that she could ever have found via the internet, he’d told her things she never would have known otherwise, while she’d helped clear a few things from his record and offered to be a contact within the Bureau if he ever got himself in trouble, and she now considered him to be one of her closest friends. They didn’t always see that much of each other, given that she worked and he was never in one place for particularly long, but they hung out when they could, talked on the phone occasionally to check that each other was still alive, and she knew that he was in Lawrence right now, because she’d come across him on a crime scene. She looked at the man in front of her for a moment, considering, and then she smiled. “You’re Dean’s father.” It wasn’t a question. It was an unusual enough name that she doubted there were going to be a whole load of hunters called Winchester, and there was definitely a family resemblance there. Dean hadn’t talked about his dad much, because they tended not to discuss families, beyond the fact that she’d met his brother a few times, but she hadn’t known to expect Winchester senior to be in town too.
“I’m sure you would have,” she agreed, emptying the shotgun’s magazine into her hand before she handed it back, first the weapon, then the shells; he might have been a Winchester, and if she was honest, she would always want Dean at her back during a hunt, but she didn’t know him personally, so she wasn’t going to just automatically trust him. She shrugged, in reply, half a smile on her face. “I’m interested,” she replied, and really, that wasn’t an answer, but she was a federal agent, and she had the authority to look where she needed to, in this town, in the process of her investigation, at least in a public place like this, and she certainly had more right to be there than he did. “Do you think the fire was started by the demon?”
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I see the bad moon arising
don’t go around tonight, it’s bound to take your life
His head snapped up at that, apparently it was his turn to be surprised…well surprised again. He hadn’t expected to meet someone who knew his son at all, especially not an FBI agent. He half way expected his son to tell him about an acquaintance of this magnitude but at the same time really Dean’s business was his own and it wasn’t like John was going to push his son into sharing and caring time. He trusted Dean more than any other person in the whole world and if his son was friends with this agent then he trusted his son’s judgment of her, of course he’d ask Dean about her the next time they spoke but till then he’d accept this at face value unless given reason not to.
“Yea, Dean’s my oldest boy. I’d appreciate it if you kept this little meeting between us till I talk to him about it.”
He also knew his son well enough to know if word reached him that his father, who hadn’t yet contacted him or Sam, was in town and working on a case that he’d have his sons hot on his tail. He taught them himself so he knew how good they were at investigation and it wouldn’t take them long to put the pieces together and see what it was that John was starting to puzzle together, the pattern of the fires and the demons in town, especially this town. He loved Lawrence as a native son but at the same time every street corner, every side walk, every shop in it seemed to carry some memory. A smile he couldn’t ever forget, a laugh that would brighten his day, beautiful long blonde hair he tangled his fingers into, his beautiful wife Mary’s ghost was littered over the town and crept up on him at the oddest of moments. The time that passed didn’t matter, he still remembered her like he had just woken up next to her this morning.
“Yea, I think demons started the fire and a few more around town as well in the last few months. Something weird is going on here and I need to check into a few more things before letting my boys know about it.”
The hidden message was there, he wanted to make sure what ever it was that was doing this was something he knew about before telling Sam and Dean about it simply because he wanted to see the trap before they walked into it. He reached out and took the shotgun back from Chloe with a grateful nod and stood up.
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Chloë knew bits and pieces about Dean’s life. She knew that he’d grown up hunting, for the most part, that he didn’t know where his father was, and she could deduce from that that he wanted to know, because really, who wouldn’t – and from what he’d said, his dad had been an important influence in his life. But it wasn’t as though she pressed him for every detail about his past, because that just wasn’t how they worked; they were good friends, in some ways, he was probably her best friend, as funny as that might have seemed to some people, the hunter and the fed, and he knew about her sister, knew what had sparked her interest in hunting and how she beat herself up every day for not being able to save that particular group of people, but that was about the extent of it. She didn’t talk about how she felt much, choosing to drown negative emotions in sex or alcohol, and she knew for a fact that he was the same, which was probably why they worked well together. They could be there for one another without ever pressing them to talk, or open up, and Chloë liked that; she really had no desire to do either of those things, the majority of the time. But Dean had taught her a hell of a lot about the supernatural, had been her first real contact with it after the warehouse, explaining things to her and being willing to answer all her questions even though they had probably seemed stupid, at the time, and in return, she’d gotten him as much information as she could legally get about the cases that he was working. She had to turn a blind eye to some of the things that he did, not her favourite thing in the world, but they made a good team, and she trusted him to have her back. If she needed something, she knew that he would be there, for all that they didn’t keep in great contact when they didn’t end up working the same cases. Good friendships, true ones, didn’t need contact every single day to work, and she trusted Dean. Plus the sex was a nice added bonus.
She looked at the man in front of her, and she didn’t know what to make of him, really. She could see the family resemblance, and clearly he had just as few qualms about being somewhere he shouldn’t have been as his son did, but Chloë wasn’t going to arrest him for that. Hunters had their own set of rules in her mind, and she had to be careful, because it wasn’t like the Bureau would understand, but they saved people, and without them the world would have been a far more dangerous place. And she really didn’t think that Dean would like her all that much if she arrested his father, understandably so. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” she replied as he confirmed who he was, inclining her head slightly. “Of course. It’s good to know that there are other hunters in town. There are far too many people dying here.” Her tone showed just how unacceptable Chloë happened to think that was, and given that she was yet to find any evidence that suggested these people had been killed by other people, she was glad for the hunters’ presence. Perhaps they could do something where she couldn’t. She nodded, thinking. “There’s been a spate of deaths recently. It’s why I’m here. Dean thinks that the majority of them have been caused by demons, and we concluded that there’s potentially something drawing them to this town in particular. He said that he’d never seen anything like it.”
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I see the bad moon arising
don’t go around tonight, it’s bound to take your life
Always a careful one, well at least when he had his head enough to be careful, John’s eyes wandered from Chloë to the rest of the building a moment, just making sure they were the only things moving inside. The last thing he wanted was to have something come up on them, especially since he’d have to reload his shotgun now before he could get a shot off. It might be cavemanish of him but he was standing with a woman and there was that base need to make sure she was protected, call it a flaw of his nature, he also still held doors open for them too. That fact alone was probably why at first he and Mary didn’t get along. He didn’t know it at the time and honestly he still had no clue but Mary was from a long line of hunters and an accomplished one herself by the time he had met her and started to date her. It was the fire inside of her, that survivor, which drew him to her. They fought like cats and dogs a lot of the time, that was true, but it was because both of them were hard headed, stubborn, and strong individuals. Most of the time when they fought it wasn’t really the topic that they had chosen to yell at each other about like who needs to take out the garbage or his socks on the bedroom floor, it was two strong personalities trying to dominate each other and neither wanting to back down. Honestly it was a miracle that they had made it as long as they did but John would give anything to be able to argue with her one day more. Hell he’d probably give in to any demand she had right now if he could just see her smile one last time. In the end he loved his wife more than anything and part of him was afraid that she died that night not hearing that from his lips enough. All he had left of her was two good boys and a drive to end what killed her, even if it killed him in the process.
As his eyes returned to Chloë he nodded to her, accepting what Dean had said as truth, rubbing a hand over the stubble on his chin.
“Dean is right; something or someone is bringing them all here. It’s the fires that have me concerned though; demons don’t normally cover their tracks like this. They are hiding something big that is happening.”
Then there was that article, that information that Izzy had gotten for him. That fire more than any other one had his attention and now standing here was someone who might be able to get him information that he himself might have problems getting.
“Listen, I need information on something, a fire in a hotel room. Dean doesn’t need to know about it yet, he’ll get told, in fact Sam is going to be looking into the sigils in the pictures, but I need a clearer view of this before I can get them involved.”
As he reached into his jacket after the article from the newspaper he hoped that Chloë would understand his words and keep her trap shut if she did run into Dean.
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Chloë enjoyed investigating. She enjoyed pulling a case apart and seeing where it led her, finding clues and connections that other people might have missed; she was good at what she did, and she loved it, as well. She’d always loved it, playing detective when she’d been a kid, being good at those kinds of logic puzzles. There were a lot of aspects to being a investigator that most people probably didn’t think of, because it wasn’t as simple as pacing in front of a whiteboard that had pictures on it until the answer appeared, but Chloë didn’t begrudge what she did for a second. She might not have particularly enjoyed those days when she was sat at her desk filling out paperwork and writing reports, because it didn’t feel like she was getting anywhere, but she always did her best. It could be the most boring form she had to fill in, and she’d still do it well, because she was a perfectionist and that was just how she worked; she didn’t do things badly. She didn’t just rush through something and hope that it was passable, because that was how details were missed—and sometimes those details could be what solved the case, in the end. She didn’t want to miss anything. In her line of work, missing some detail could be the difference between figuring out who the murderer was, and never catching anybody. It could be the difference between only having that initial death, and having three more. Those weren’t options that Chloë was willing to consider; she always caught the bad guy, she always made sure that people didn’t die. It was what she did.
It was harder, in cases like this. It was harder, because there wasn’t a bad guy for her to catch, and it was why she was so willing to liaise with Dean; it wouldn’t make explaining herself to her bosses any easier, but if they shared information between them, she was pretty sure that they would be able to work out what was going on, and he’d be able to kill it. It wasn’t like they did everything together, but she shared what information she could with him, and he made sure that she was going to be safe, and that she was kept in the loop; if he had a lead, she wanted to know about it. She wanted to know if there was a possibility that he was going to be able to stop all these people from dying, of course she did. She nodded as he spoke, and while she wasn’t going to trust him entirely, because she’d never met him before in her life, being Dean’s father meant that he had respect from her, and she was going to trust him more than she would any other strange hunter she came across. “Any idea what it is they’re trying to hide? If it’s going to result in mass death, I’d like to know,” she said, and she imagined that killing a load of people, while perhaps not the endgame, might be something that was likely to happen, if demons were involved. It always seemed to, and Chloë hated it. She hated it when people died and there was nothing in the world she could do about it. She nodded again, narrowing her eyes slightly. “I’m willing to help you, get you what information I can. I’m not going to lie to Dean, however. Our relationship relies on the fact that we share information, and I’m not willing to jeopardise that because you don’t want him in the loop.” She didn’t sound judgemental, or accusatory, but she did sound sure of herself; Chloë knew what she wanted, and she wasn’t going to be intimidated just because she was meeting her friend’s father.
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I see the bad moon arising
don’t go around tonight, it’s bound to take your life
This wasn’t supposed to be the life John Winchester led. John was supposed to have a home, a wife, and two boys, working at his own garage and just something simple. Some nights when he gave into melancholy he sometimes imagined Dean working next to him at the garage, Winchester and son, yea Dean had a way with cars and would be perfectly suited to that. College for Sam, the boy could do almost anything he set his mind to, and frankly sometimes John found himself ill equipped to handle a child with such intelligence. Mary, she would have known what best to do when it came to Sam, she was always more intuitive when it came to the boys where John was sterner. That didn’t mean he didn’t love his kids, it just meant that he loved them enough to know the difference between being their friend and their parent, but Mary always could do both when it came to Dean. When he lost Mary he lost what was soft and pure in his life and he imagined the same was true for his boys, well for Dean defiantly. When he had gotten back from Vietnam he wasn’t okay, not for a good long time, but when he first laid his eyes on Mary that all changed. Before Mary John would have said that true love didn’t exist and love at first sight was a fairytale but then Mary. He was persistent, telling her that he was going to date her even if she didn’t like it. Honestly he got the idea she hated him at first but then something happened and she softened up to him. He’d never regretted being persistent. It wasn’t perfect, no marriage ever was, but there was a fair share of happiness in those years and he’d sell his soul to get it all back. Of course that wasn’t an option, all he had now was two things in life, protect his sons and revenge. He was a solider again but this time there wasn’t anyone to watch his back because he’d chosen to go it alone. He was so close to revenge he could almost taste it but he also knew that because of the anticipation of it that he had to be truly careful now, a misstep so close might mean he never was going to be able to find the thing that stole his wife away from him, the thing that forced him and his sons into a life of hunting and danger, the thing that needed to die.
Lying to Dean wasn’t something he did, now keep the truth from him and tell him that he wasn’t going to discuss it; that was something he did all the time. He knew it frustrated his son, well both of them actually, but Dean was obedient to a fault and trusted his father, Sam always wanted answers. Well as soon as he had all the pieces together he’d give both boys answers and a chance to finally end this at his side, till then though it was safer for them if he finished dealing with this alone.
“Not asking you to lie to him, if he asks you outright tell him you saw me and that I asked you to look into this for me.”
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Chloë was one of the lucky people whose life had turned out, in many ways, exactly as she had planned it. She had the job that she had wanted ever since she’d been little, despite every attempt by her parents to dissuade her from law enforcement and into something more ‘appropriate’ - fortunately, Chloë had always known her own mind, always been independent enough to go after things herself, and it was because she’d been so stubborn, so determined, that she’d gotten to where she was today. She had wanted this so much, and she’d worked damn hard to get here; nothing had just been handed to her, that was for sure. She hadn’t had a terrible upbringing, she had never wanted for anything, that much was true, and Chloë knew that she had been lucky, in that respect, but she knew, too, that she had this job because she was good at it, because she was a great agent. She wouldn’t have gotten through the FBI Academy, otherwise, she wouldn’t have had promotions, she wouldn’t have gotten results...and she’d done it without support from her family. She’d done it with her parents still calling her to tell her that her career was wrong, that it made her into a bad person, that she needed to consider something more suited to her. What bullshit. There wasn’t anything more suited to her; this was her life, this was what she was born to do, and being a federal agent was more than just her job title, it really was who she was. Things weren’t perfect, sure, she’d never claim that. Her sister was dead. She’d lost an entire team in one day. People were dying, and she couldn’t stop that from happening. Everyone felt as though they had the right to judge her life. But she liked it nonetheless. There were issues, there was a hell of a lot of guilt inside her, but she loved her life anyway.
To expect things to be entirely perfect would be expecting too much, she knew that, and it wasn’t something that Chloë was willing to do, not to that extent. She spent a lot of her life expecting a lot from people, from herself; she was a perfectionist when it came to her work, and she didn’t accept anything less, not ever. She wanted her work to be perfect, and her life to be as close to that as possible, that was all. She wanted things to go well, of course she did, but she accepted that sometimes they didn’t. She accepted that sometimes, things felt like they were falling apart, or that she was entirely overwhelmed by what was going on. She knew that sometimes there were cases she couldn’t solve straight away, people that she couldn’t save...but that didn’t stop her wishing that she could. She wanted to save everybody, of course she did, she wanted to catch every bad guy, and it sucked that she couldn’t, that there were always going to be monsters out there – and that was just the human ones. They couldn’t all be stopped, they were always going to hurt other people, and that was before she even thought about those things that weren’t human at all, like there were in this town, going round destroying people’s lives, taking them away. She hated it, and it was out of her control—and she almost hated that more. Chloë just wanted to be able to help, and she could only do a little, because it wasn’t her department whatsoever. “I’m only doing this because you’re Dean’s father,” she said, because she sure as hell wouldn’t have agreed to help out any random hunter she met; she wouldn’t have arrested him, but she wouldn’t have trusted him, either. “You need to tell him that you’re okay, Mr Winchester. He’s extremely worried.”
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There had been times in his past that people had criticized him for the life he lead, that a single father should have settled down and raised his sons in a normal way. Bobby even had criticized how hard he had pushed Dean and Sam as kids but none of them knew about how he’d gone to Missouri a second time and she had a vision where something had written ‘we’re coming for the children’ in blood. When he had gotten back to Julie’s, where he had left Sam and Dean, he’d found Julie dead so that’s when he took the boys and ran from Lawrence, and now he was back in the city and so were his sons. He’d raised Dean and Sam to hunt as well, knowing that their lives might hang in the balance of that training. Sure he wanted something more normal for his boys but that wasn’t what life had given them, this was, so he did the responsible thing by Dean and Sam and gave them skills to survive. It wasn’t always him pushing them to be stronger soldiers though; he did give them some time to be kids, go to school, date, but he was always careful as he could be and made sure Dean was always watching over Sam to make sure his brother was safe. The sad truth of it was that it was what was left of the Winchesters and the few allies they had were standing against the oncoming storm. The truth was he was sure that he wasn’t going to make it much past finding the thing that killed Mary and finishing it and he wanted his boys to live on, what he really wanted was them to be able to finally settle down and go after their dreams. Of course he was pretty sure when it came to Dean he was kidding himself to think that it was anything other than what he was already doing, Dean would be a hunter for life, but Sam would probably go back to school and become a lawyer, follow his dreams. Sometimes he felt responsible for how Dean had taken to hunting, hoping that his son would see that at least the military might be a way for him to also use his talents as well, but knowing his elder son enough he already knew that Dean would be a hunter forever. He was non-the-less proud of both of his boys, even though he didn’t tell them nearly as much as he should.
John knew he was close and there was a danger in how close he was, honestly he was questioning his judgment in bringing Chloë in on this hunt with how close he was to finding this demon, but he was stalled out and needed insight that he simply didn’t have access too. After his last fight with Bobby he was sure the older hunter wasn’t going to pull strings for him anymore or find someone to hack into a database for him and after what happened with Ellen at the Roadhouse he didn’t dare show back up there looking for Ash’s help so he’d have to go with Dean’s contact this time.
“As soon as I can I’ll get ahold of both of them, I know they are in town, just be careful looking into this because if it’s what I think it is poking around too much might be a bad idea, just get the basics and leave the real dangerous stuff to me.”
All Chloë wanted was for people to be safe, and she knew that that wasn't something that came easy, especially not in a town that seemed to be full to the brim with creatures that she barely knew about, who appeared to be intent on killing pretty much everybody they came across – she'd been to too many crime scenes, now, and there was no pattern to the victimology, nothing that said that there had been any forethought in killing them. Demons seemed to be killing randomly, and Chloë didn't know if that was something that happened a lot or not, because however much Dean was willing to tell her, her knowledge was still extremely limited, but it wasn't good, certainly. How could she protect people when they were being killed at random, for absolutely zero reason? She wasn't a hunter, there was no way in hell that she was going to be hunting down demons on her own, but she assumed that Dean and his brother were doing that, and there still seemed to be little effect on the number of monsters that were in this town. There were too many of them, that was for sure, and Chloë was willing to do anything she could to try and get rid of them quicker, without a doubt. She wanted people to stop dying, she wanted to be able to go home, and work on cases that she could actually solve, and not worry about the fact that there seemed to be something huge going on here – huge was never good, and Chloë didn't exactly know what things like this were capable of, she didn't know whether there was something that was worse than the demons out there, some kind of boss, but she was pretty sure that if that was the case, they were going to be screwed. They couldn't kill the demons, how would they kill something worse? It worried her, undoubtedly. She wanted this to end, so that people would be safe once more.
She just didn't know what she could do to help, not really. She was happy to pass on information to Dean where she could, access databases or camera feeds or whatever for him, but Chloë still didn't feel as though she was doing very much. She was the sort of person who got out and did what was necessary, whatever it took, she was proactive and she liked to feel useful, even if it wasn't her case. This was her case, these people were dying because she was incapable of protecting them, and that was not something that Chloë liked to know, not even slightly. She was not a useless person, she didn't deal well with feeling that way, because she always solved her cases. She did what needed to be done and she did it well...and look at her, investigating places without knowing what she was looking for, looking at corpses and asking the ME strange questions, based on the things she knew could identify a demon attack, rather than a regular murder. Ugh, it was so frustrating; Chloë just wanted people to be killing these people, instead of monsters, because at least that was her area of expertise, at least she could do something about that. “And they need to know that you're in town too. If you don't speak to them soon, I'll tell Dean.” It wasn't quite a threat, but she knew how desperate her friend was to find his father, and here she was, talking to the man, and he didn't want to let his sons know that he was here? She didn't understand that, if she was completely honest, and maybe it wasn't her place to understand, but it was Dean who was her friend. He was the one that she worried about, and she was not particularly happy about having to keep this a secret, that much was obvious. She would, at least for a little while, but she wasn't happy about it. “I'll be careful,” she assured him, because she always was; she wasn't afraid of a little danger, even though she wasn't going to be going demon hunting solo. “What do you think it is?”
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