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To the Devil a Son; Crossover fic ...
Topic Started: Tue Dec 27, 2005 1:52 pm (3,599 Views)
LoisLaneKent
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Dean and Lois were separated at both. :supes:
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Renee
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Guess I'll have to leave Dean for you, Dawn; I couldn't go for a man who thinks Waylon Jennings is crap! :LOL: He's still funny, though. Nice work!
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Paranoid Schizophrenic!!!!!
Dean is a rock fan, as I'm sure you've noticed by now. Or, as his bro puts it 'mullet rock' :LOL: He also tends to curse a lot more than Clark too :p I think the writers (the real ones) are a bit that way inclined. You should see some of the 'thoughts' comments in the actual scripts!

I'll try and do more later, but tomorrow is busy day...
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I'm hopelessly devoted to Dean. sigh. :dance: :eyebrows:
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Great update!

Please, continue when you can. :)
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Sorry you had to wait...


As Dean’s mind raced with thoughts of despair, Clark’s raced with determination. Someone was dying, and he could prevent it. True, it meant revealing his own secret, and it could easily get him sent off to some place that made Belle Reve look like a picnic, but that didn’t matter one iota.

Clark hit superspeed with the certainty that he may be too late, but that it wouldn’t stop him from trying. As he raced across the antechamber in a blur, he let his eyes kick into heat vision and quickly seared through the rope holding Sam Winchester.

When Sam’s limp form dropped from the heights of the room, Clark was there to gently catch him, allowing his body to absorb the impact much more softly that if Sam had hit the rocky floor.

Dean saw the feat his companion had achieved so easily, but he didn’t balk or gape. He had only one concern. “Sammy!”

Clark looked down half-expecting his burden to move, or begin to come around, but when he didn’t he softly lay Sam on the floor and began to carefully tug away the twine around his neck.

As he worked, Dean kneeled to join him, desperate for some sign of life from his brother.

Blue-black bruises were already beginning to form around Sam’s throat, and in places, ugly red welts showed where the rope had bit through his flesh. Dean gulped, gently shaking his brother’s arm. “C’mon, bro, say something…”

Clark glanced at Dean and saw fear in his eyes for the first time. Without saying anything, he scooped Sam back up into his arms, and holding onto the unconscious ghost hunter with one arm, he flicked the truck keys from his pocket with the other. “He needs a hospital.” He didn’t say more, but tossed the key fob to Dean and then vanished into a speeding haze.

Dean caught the keys with his free hand and knew what he had to do. Find the nearest hospital and pray Sam was still alive when he got there. Afterwards, there would need to be a chat with Clark Kent…


Chloe struggled as her bonds cut into her wrists. She had been moved from her original ‘cell’ and was now in a similar chamber elsewhere. This time, though, she was alone. She could only wonder what had happened to Sam, but she didn’t think it would be anything pleasant.

Their ‘host’ had made it quite clear when he or she had arrived that death would be the only way they would ever leave their underground prison.

Chloe shuddered, glancing around frantically for some means of escape. “Who the hell are you..?” She wasn’t really speaking to anyone, but a voice answered anyway.

“I am the spawn of the devil himself.”

Chloe had forgotten how easy it was for her kidnapper to move through things, and the wraithlike figure now stood before her, hidden by the shadows, but still eerily menacing.

“You’re no devil child. You’re a meteor freak like the rest.” Chloe dared to taunt, hoping for answers, even though she felt her heart thudding in fear in her chest.

“Meteors didn’t create me. The devil in human form did. He gave me life, and now I take life. Poetic, isn’t it?”

“Chloe scoffed. “Why Smallville? Why now?” She shook her head. “Why us? What did you do to Sam?”

A snort resounded through the catacombs. “Those who have taken from me, have the favour returned. I left your friend hanging around to wait for his brother…perhaps I’ll give you the same opportunity next.” The figure began to dissipate back through the wall and Chloe tried to call it back.

“Wait! You said you had something taken. Are you saying this is about revenge? I don’t even know you, or the Winchesters!”

The kidnapper laughed. “In a way, Smallville and the Winchesters forged me as much as the master did. You took away my family, and I was taught my true calling…death will follow me, just as it should be…”

The voice was gone, but its words resounded in Chloe’s head for hours. She had nothing else to think about in this dark, dank place.

It was strange, really, because in the past, she had always had the idea that Clark would come to her rescue no matter what. But, after Sam had seen his own death, could Clark even fight against this thing? Or was it really the offspring of something demonic?


Clark paced back and forth in the corridor as if it was a family member he was waiting for news on. He’d never even spoken to Sam Winchester, and yet he had the uncanny feeling that he would not only like him, but that they had something in common. Just what that could be he could only find out if Sam survived.

When he’d brought Sam in the doctors hadn’t really said much. They had asked a multitude of questions, but had given no suggestion on their patient’s condition.

“Kent!”

Clark turned to see Dean Winchester barging through the waiting room straight into the corridor. He hadn’t stopped at reception, and was obviously honing in on Clark. As he approached, he slowed his gait somewhat and his eyes darted around the passageway, searching for signs of his brother. “Where’s Sam?”

Clark pointed through to an exam room. “They took him through awhile back and I haven’t seen a doctor since…”

Dean tried to catch his breath. It was obvious he’d been running at breakneck speed to get to his brother’s side. “Look, man, I don’t know what the hell it was you did back there…”

Clark squirmed and gave his usual blank expression. “I can explain…I…”

Dean cut him off. “I just wanted to say thanks.” He nodded appreciatively to the super teen. “We can talk about your freaky abilities later. Right now, I want to know about Sam.”

“They wouldn’t really tell me anything. I’m not exactly next of kin.” He considered using his x-ray vision to peek through the exam room wall, but then that would be something else to have to explain. Luckily, he didn’t need to.

A small, wiry framed doctor Clark didn’t recognize appeared from Sam’s room. He looked from Clark to Dean and finally settled on Dean. “Sam Winchester’s brother?” he asked softly.

Dean nodded, swallowing hard without thinking. “That’s me, doc. How’s he doing?”

There was a pause, and for a second both Dean and Clark thought it was bad news. Then, it became clear the doctor was actually looking past them both. The pair turned, intrigued as to what had gotten the physician’s attention. It wasn’t anything good.

Lex Luthor was sauntering down the corridor as if he owned the hospital- which he probably did in shares. At his side, Sheriff Adams and two deputies looked like sheep following the shepherd.

“Mr Kent, why am I not surprised you’re involved in this as usual?” Adams drawl was as acerbic as ever.

Clark looked puzzled. “Involved in what?”

Lex decided to take control. With a wry smile he looked at Dean, signalling that he was the victor already. “Let me explain. When our Teague look-alike here showed up in Smallville, I decided to do some checking. It seems Dean Winchester is a dead man- a dead man that was previously wanted in connection with a homicide.” Lex paused a beat for effect, and then continued. “So, if this is Dean Winchester, he’s a felon. If he’s actually Jason Teague, using Winchester’s identity, he’s also a wanted felon.” Lex turned to Adams. “Sheriff, do your duty, if you would…”

Adams nodded and kept a hand on her side arm. “Mr. Winchester, I suggest you come quietly…”

TBC...
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Renee
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Ooh! Intrigue! Lots of it! B) I want to know more about this devil spawn -- have you got something about it on your "Supernatural" legends page?
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Nope, this 'devils spawn' is linked to both a SV and a STV episode...:p
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yeah i cant wait to here more :clap: :clap:
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Dam you Lex! :flamed: :argue:
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:heehee: Lex that little devil…
Is petrified to find out what Chloe is up against… :unsure:

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Again, a great part!

I loved that Clark used his powers in spite of everything. He's that selfless.

More, if you please. :)
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Ta Da! Or however you spell it lol!

Clark half-expected Dean to back up or make a run for it, but he didn’t budge. He looked Lex in the eye with the most malicious glare the teen had ever seen, and then turned to the sheriff.

“My brother was hurt. I’m not leaving until I at least know he’s okay.” The intensity of his words told everyone present Dean wasn’t asking, he was telling.

Adams fingers touched her weapon nervously, but she didn’t move. “Are you resisting arrest, Mister?” She kept her voice level and steady but her accent increased along with her level of nervousness.

Clark didn’t like what he was seeing. It was like watching a standoff between Dean and the sheriff, and he knew from painful experience neither would give in without a fight. Violence was not how he wanted this to end, and so he had to come up with some kind of compromise. “Wait,” Clark’s eyes darted from the sheriff and back to Dean. “You can’t just drag him out of here. He may be too stubborn to admit it, but he was hurt as well as his brother. You can’t deny a prisoner medical attention.”

Lex scoffed and he shook his head. “Are you so blinded by your new hatred of me that you’ll lie for this charlatan?” The businessman looked to Adams. “He thinks I would stoop to any nefarious means to beat his father in the election, but my involvement in this has more to do with public safety than votes. This man,” he pointed to Dean, “Is obviously a criminal.”

Adams licked her lips. It was like playing verbal tennis there were so many accusations flying back and forth. “Well, Mr. Winchester, are you hurt?”

Clark quickly glanced at Dean and made a point of staring at his shoulder.

It didn’t take the hardened ghost hunter two seconds to pick up on the teen’s intentions. Clark wanted him to play on his old injury to buy time. If Dean could remain in the hospital he could find out about Sam, and maybe escape afterwards. There was no way he was going to sit in some cell all night while the creature that had hurt his brother roamed free.

Dean nodded, passing a silent word of understanding on to his new friend. “Yes, ma’am,” he answered the cop, while slowly removing his jacket. As he pulled back his shirt to allow Adams to see his shoulder, he smirked at Lex. “It happened earlier, and Clark’s mom tried to patch me up till I had time to get it looked at.”

The sheriff moved close enough to see what she was being shown was real, but Lex wasn’t buying any of it.

“Don’t you see he’s manipulating the situation?” The billionaire was getting angry. “I doubt he even has a damn brother. That was probably another lie to gain time. See some poor kid brought in you thought you could use as an excuse, Teague?”

Dean yanked the material of his shirt back over his shoulder and didn’t let Lex get out any further jibes. Not even Adams and her deputies were close enough, or fast enough to stop his right fist smacking Lex straight on the jaw. “DON’T talk about my brother like that!”

With his super-hearing, Clark heard the punch with a resounding crack, and he winced before grabbing Dean’s clenched fist as he swung another blow at his target.

Dean felt Clark’s strength as the teen took his punch straight in the palm and then twisted his arm down to stop further aggression. For a second, the elder Winchester resisted. Then, he realized Adams now had her gun drawn, and her two deputies had theirs halfway clear of their holsters. He backed down- for now, and shot Lex another hate filled glare as Clark released his hold.

Lex rubbed a smear of blood from his lip and then turned to the sheriff. “I’ll be asking to press assault charges once you have him in custody…”

Adams nodded, but she looked at Lex with a certain expression that told Clark she didn’t really approve of his behaviour. In fact, her next sentence was clearly constructed to annoy the entrepreneur.

“I’ll make sure the necessary paperwork is filed once the hospital is done with Mr. Winchester.” She nodded to the youngest deputy and then the doctor who was standing nearby, amazed at the proceedings. “Carl, take our prisoner through with the doctor to get his shoulder looked at, while I have a word with Mr. Luthor, here…”

Carl, the deputy, eyed Dean warily, but gestured for him to enter the nearest exam room with the doctor. When Dean complied without resistance, he relaxed, just a little. “You’d do well not to annoy the sheriff too much,” he advised as Dean took a seat. “She has a temper worse than Luthor’s if you rub her the wrong way.”

Dean nodded. “I bet she’s the only one in this town with enough nerve to tell him just what she thinks too.”

The cop smiled but removed a pair of cuffs. “That’s for sure.” He moved one hand back to his weapon. “I’m going to have to make sure you don’t run…” He edged forward to shackle himself to his detainee and Dean didn’t resist. In fact, he offered up his free wrist with a strange grin on his face.

“Sure, I understand…” Dean sat patiently while the doctor redressed his shoulder, and the deputy looked on fascinated by the nature of his wound.

Eventually, the cop couldn’t resist asking, “Just how did you get that? Have you really got a brother in here?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, and I still don’t know how he’s doing.” He peered at the doctor almost pleadingly. “I’m not making this up. Sam is my brother and I have to know how he is.” His voice cracked a little as he pleaded for answers. “Isn’t there any way I can see him?”

The doctor inhaled and finished up taping a new dressing over his patient’s re-sutured wound. “Your brother is sleeping. He was a very lucky young man. If you hadn’t gotten him down so quickly the results may have been far worse. As it is, he sustained some rather nasty bruising and abrasions to his neck and throat, but nothing life threatening.”

Dean sighed with relief, letting all the pent up emotion he’d been hiding out. It was like a dark veil had been lifted, and he had Clark Kent to thank for it. He looked up at the cop. “Can I see him? Just for a second? I promise I’ll go to your cells quietly after…”

It was obvious the deputy was torn. He had his loyalty to the law and Adams to uphold, but he also felt a deep centred yearning to let a sibling see his injured brother. He had two brothers of his own at home, and he knew just what it was like when any of them had been in danger. Finally, he caved. “If the doc says its okay I’ll take you through, but just for two minutes. And the sheriff doesn’t need to know. Okay?”

Dean nodded, playing the subservient prisoner while he got his own way. He would do anything for Sammy- even grovel if he had to. Later, he would get payback on Luthor for his words and the killer for his actions.

The doctor picked up a clip board and scribbled a few words on a form before ushering both men to a side door. The opening led through a partition and out into a separate corridor. There were four more doors along the left side of the white walled passageway, and Sam had apparently been placed in the far right room. “Two minutes, no more,” the physician ordered before closing the door behind him.

Dean nodded again, this time his silence brought on by distress rather than deceit.

Looking at Sam, silent and unmoving in the bed was almost more than he could take. When the tables had been turned, and he’d been hospitalized, he’d never realized just how gut-wrenching it must have been for his little brother. I was dying. Sammy’s not dying…just focus on that. He cleared his throat, cringing at the swelling and marks on his brother’s neck. “Sam…Sammy?” He sat back on a chair beside the bed and for the first time in a long time, took Sam’s hand as he lay apparently sedated. “Sam, I love you bro. Now you just rest up, you hear? While I find the thing that did this…”

Sam murmured, and the deputy cuffed to Dean considered calling the doctor back. The young Winchester’s voice was so rough and guttural it sounded like he was choking.

Nevertheless, Dean understood his brother’s words perfectly.

“Dude, I’d call that one hell of a chick flick moment. You’re getting soft…”

Dean grinned and squeezed Sam’s hand reassuringly. “Tell anybody that, including dad, and I’ll kick you ass!” He looked back towards the door and then lifted his wrist to let Sam see he was ‘attached’ to the cop. “I have to go now, Sammy, but I’ll catch you later.” He winked and as an afterthought added, “Find Clark Kent when you check out of this joint.”

Sam tried to answer, but it hurt too much to talk, so he simply nodded. Dean winked again and allowed his brother to see he had something in his hand. Something small and shiny that he now always kept handy after a few past encounters.

Sam grinned knowing what was soon going to happen.

The young deputy frowned as he exited the room and took a glance at Dean’s hand. Why had Sam Winchester been staring at his brother’s fist?

Dean realized the cop was staring and waved his knuckles in the deputy’s face. They were red from the punch to Lex’s jaw and it made a good cover story. “Damn well bruised my hand on that rich boy’s ego, but it was worth it.” He flashed his usual wayward grin and added, “I’d do it again too, if he got close enough…”

Carl nodded. He knew he shouldn’t be agreeing with a felon, but he wouldn’t be voting for Lex in the elections. Oh no, his vote was going to Jonathan Kent. “Well, he did kind of rile you. I’m guessing under the circumstances, if you get a good lawyer…” The cop rambled on as they headed for the sheriff’s department cruiser outside SMC. Not once did he check again to see that Dean did indeed have something concealed in his hand. Later, he would regret his own negligence.


Clark watched as Dean was led away with the deputy, and Lex and Adams began to argue. It was quite a sight to be witness to the small town sheriff chewing out the senatorial candidate. It was also the perfect time to slip away unseen ready for his next move.

The teen took the back way out of the medical center, using his speed to zip past a couple more of Adams’ deputies unobserved. What he was about to do next was not only against the law, but it would undoubtedly get him bawled out by his dad. Clark feared the latter more, but knew he still had to continue if he was to ultimately save lives- including Chloe’s.

He took one last glance back at the bustling hospital, using his x-ray vision to check out where Dean Winchester was. The cops would soon escort Dean back to the local sheriff’s office cells, and Clark knew just which route they would take. He nodded to himself, and then hit superspeed until he reached the first turn off before Loeb Bridge.

Hiding in a multitude of nearby bushes, the superteen waited until he heard the steady throb of the police cruiser’s V8, and his heart began to pound. He had to time this perfectly so that no one was hurt.

Carl steered the Ford oblivious to the fact that he was about to get hijacked, and on the back seat, Dean sat silently working on the lock to his cuffs. Manoeuvring the safety pin in his hand so the cop couldn’t see movement through his rear-view had turned out to be a tricky business, but Dean was up to the task. He wasn’t, however, ready for what happened next.

The car veered across the road slightly as its driver jerked the steering wheel over. Dean was thrown forward and had to pull himself up off the floor to look what had caused the cop’s knee-jerk reaction.

In the center of the road ahead, the surface material of the highway had suddenly ignited with some unseen, white hot force. It’s normally hard, black surface began to melt and sink with the intensity of the heat being directed at it.

Even Dean gaped. “What the hell?”

Carl reached for his sidearm and then grabbed at his car door handle to exit the vehicle. The door had other ideas. The same concentrated energy that had destroyed the roadway had also melted the Ford’s front door locks into hunks of distorted metal. The handle moved on the inside, but the door didn’t yield. Carl began to panic and used the butt of his weapon to try and smash the tempered glass of the cruiser’s windshield.

In the rear of the Ford, Dean was free from the handcuffs, but was still trapped by the locked rear doors. Police security was always at its best when he didn’t need it to be. Like the cop, he tugged helplessly at the door until he saw a blurring motion that made him pause. The thing looked identical to what he’d seen when he’d crashed the Impala.

Dean stopped yanking at the cruiser’s rear door and sat mesmerized as Clark slowed from superspeed just long enough to be recognized. Then, the teen took the outside door handle with just one hand and tore off the entire rear door.

He didn’t speak, but simply grabbed Dean by his coat’s collar and lifted him from the car.

The next instant, the pair were half a mile away in a wooded clearing near Kyle Tippet’s old home. Clark grinned sheepishly at his companion and shrugged as Dean tried in vain to regain his breath after such an amazing experience as travelling at superspeed.

“What are you? Some freakin wraith yourself?” The ghost hunter gawked at the farmer’s son with suitable awe.

Clark cocked his head, not quite understanding the comment. Yes, his abilities were unusual- impossible even, but he’d never been accused of being some kind of phantom before. “I …I don’t understand?”

Dean raised his hands in the air, quickly regaining his witty composure. “Dude, I know all about your little resurrection awhile back. People don’t just get up and walk around like that after dying! And the things you can do…what devil did your parents have to bribe and worship to revive you?”

Clark suddenly turned his back on the elder Winchester, looking into the darkness with a dour expression instead of his usual boyish grin. He didn’t face Dean to make his explanation, but it still hurt to even say the words. If it hadn’t been in the heat of the moment, he probably wouldn’t have bared his soul at all.

“They didn’t bribe or worship anything, but you’re right, I do consider the person responsible a devil.” Clark hung his head low, thinking of Jor-El’s words. When would he have to pay the piper? When would a loved one be taken? “You don’t know how terrible it feels to know that your life has been exchanged for another.” Clark spun around, his buckskin boots digging deep into the earth as his anger dispelled through his strength. “I have to live with that knowledge every day. Can you even imagine how it can weigh on a person, knowing that someone has to die for you to live?”

The sparkle left Dean’s eyes and he abruptly changed. It was a rare thing for him to become sombre, but Clark’s speech had rekindled thoughts he had managed to keep buried, even from Sam lately. “Actually, I can…”


TBC...
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Nice work! Feeling anti-Lex these days, are we? :D

That was a good wrap-up with both guys going through the same thing . . . but you're going to go with a different storyline than "Reckoning," right? Right?? RIGHT??? :whip:
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I'm not going to touch on who Clark loses in this- at least, not unless I get a plot bunny later lol!
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*Searches for bunny emoticon*

*Can't find one*

Darn!
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Love the story......... I can hardly wait for more....please continue. :D
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At least I can still read good fics here! (So sorry about what happened!)

Great update! You describe action packed moments like no one. And the confrontations were great too!

Very well done by Clark. I'm sorry he's carrying the burden of Jor-El's cruel words here.

Waiting for more... :)

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Sorry about the wait. Whiteflag, Suz and I are looking to set up a board to archive all the 'lost' fics on. That way we shouldn't ever lose em again due to silly webhosts ;) And now, on with the show...methinks after this chapter, we're in for some action muhahahahah...


Clark didn’t respond at first. Instead he simply continued to stare into the darkness. How could a human know what it was like? Eventually, he heard Dean's footsteps until the twenty-seven year old was standing beside him. Clark shot the ghost hunter a look of confusion, and couldn't help but voice his thoughts.

"How can you know? You're as human as the next man."

Dean cocked a brow at the words ‘human as the next man,’ but his features didn't have their usual roughish glint as he began his tale. "My brother and I, we hunt things- evil things." He paused, waiting for a smirk of disbelief, and when none came he continued. “We were working on a gig. This thing had two kids locked in a basement, and well..."

"It went wrong?" Clark encouraged his companion, sensing he had suddenly been plunged into memories he'd rather forget.

Dean nodded. "I took a nasty shock. The docs said I had two weeks, maybe a month to live. My brother Sam wasn't buying into that, and when all medical avenues failed, he found some whacked out faith healer to take me to."

Clark smiled a little. "Well it obviously worked."

"Yeah, but at a price. See Roy, the healer, he wasn't really doing the healing. He didn't know it, but his wife had made a pact with a reaper. For every person healed, another, healthy person had to die." Dean stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked to the floor. "And that is how I'm standing next to you right now. Someone had to die for me." He waited a little, letting his words sink in. "So, what's your story, Smallville?"

Clark felt his mouth go dry. He really hadn't expected Dean Winchester's story to be quite so much like his own. Except of course, Dean was no alien. “I was shot and I died like you already said." He said calmly. "But my father didn't like that idea..."

"But what could he do about it? He's just a farmer, right?" Dean's brow creased.

Clark shook his head. Should he lie, or come clean to a total stranger? In the end, he realized he could take the weight of his burden no more, and somehow everything came blurting out in one jumbled mess. "Jonathan Kent isn't my real father. He found me in a corn field after the first meteor shower..."

"So you lost your real parents in a natural disaster. It's hardly grounds for resurrection."

Clark grew frustrated at his own fumbled explanation. "No, my real parents caused the meteor shower. I came down in it. I...I'm an alien. You've seen what I can do..."

Dean was speechless- and that didn’t happen too often. He'd expected a lot of things, but that hadn't been one of them. After a second he regained his composure. Most people would have balked at the kid's story, but Dean had seen enough in his life to know anything was possible. "You mean like, E.T. alien, Luke Skywalker alien? That kinda deal? And your parents are here too?"

Clark sighed. "I guess I'm more like an E.T. freak than the dashing Skywalker type, but yeah." He looked to Dean, judging his reaction. "My parents aren't here, though. Only my father, Jor-El in spirit. I really don't know how it works, just that I died, and somehow, someone has to take my place. I’d rather not have come back, but Jor-El gave me no choice…"

"You know, if you told anyone else this, they'd think you're crazy, right?" Dean wasn't exactly sure he was taking it all in. “This Jor-El, your real dad, if he’s a spirit and he’s bugging you…”

Clark looked up from his sulking and realized the cheeky ghost hunter was teasing him. “It’s your specialty, right?” He grinned a little then, relaxing just a touch in the Winchester’s presence. Then he sobered again, realizing just how much he’d risked, and for no real reason. “You could go to the authorities…”

“But I won’t.” Dean jerked a thumb back towards the highway. “I can see you’ve done a lot of good in this town. Kinda like my brother and me do.” He winked. “Besides, the cops aren’t about to listen to a guy wanted for murder now are they?”

Clark’s left brow raised. “About that…you didn’t really?”

Dean smiled. “Do I look like a murderer?” He waited a second. “On second thoughts, don’t answer that. Come on, let’s haul ass before the cops catch us up.”

Clark didn’t argue.




The rear of the Kent farm had never seemed as welcoming as Clark and Dean crossed over the back field towards the barn. It would have been quicker to take Hickory Lane and go straight down the main driveway, but Dean had suggested the cops might be keeping an eye on the place after his escape.

“I could superspeed you into the barn. The cops wouldn’t see me.” Clark offered as they climbed over the last fence onto Kent land.

Dean shook his head. “I’m not going to the barn. I need to go right on home with you into the house.” He gestured towards the appealing yellow structure.

Clark opened his mouth to respond, but stopped when he saw the raven black Impala sitting innocently outside his home. “Your brother?”

Dean nodded. “I told Sam to search you out. I just didn’t think he’d be out of the hospital so quickly.”

Clark grinned. “I guess he’s as stubborn as you.” Then, he grabbed Dean before he could argue and made a super dash for the back porch.

“Whoa, I wasn’t made to travel at light speed, Yoda!” Dean hadn’t finished his quip even when Clark set him down inside the Kent kitchen.

Clark had expected his parents to be sitting eating supper, but instead he heard voices coming from the lounge. He shrugged, listening before interrupting.

“Martha, I’m sure the young man doesn’t want you fussing over him all night…”

“Jonathan Kent! Where are your manners?”

Clark grinned. It was funny when his parents argued that way. In fact, it was kinda cute. He coughed before walking in, letting them know he was home. “Mom, dad…”

“Sweetheart!” Martha pounced first, jumping up and checking her son over. “We were worried about you…”

“I’m fine, but I still haven’t found Chloe.” His voice had a slight guilty edge to it. He looked across, spotting Sam Winchester seated in his dad’s chair.

It was the first time he’d actually seen the younger Winchester in the land of the living, and he instantly came across as the total opposite of his brother. Sam nodded his acknowledgement of the teen, little knowing he had saved his life.

After a brief instant, Sam’s eyes moved beyond Clark to his brother. A spark of relief flashed across his features, and he smiled then for the first time since entering the Kent home. “Dean…” His voice was still gruff, and his neck swollen, but it didn’t hide his elation. “I was worried you’d gone to fight that thing alone.”

Dean brushed of the seriousness off the situation in his usual bold manner. “Nah, I had Yoda here to help. In fact, he saved your ass, so you might wanna say thanks.” He turned and grinned at Clark who had turned a bright shade of scarlet.

Not only had Dean embarrassed him, he’d let the Kents know he’d blabbed his secret with the Yoda quip.

Jonathan looked on incredulous, and Martha stood open mouthed.

“Clark, you didn’t?” Martha eventually blurted.

Dean couldn’t help himself. “Oh yeah, the big guy fessed up…” He smirked, then decided on a little more decorum after Sam shot him a look that said ‘enough already.’ “Look, you guys have nothing to worry about- except finding Chloe that is, and I have a few theories on that…”

Abruptly, all eyes were on Dean. He liked that, it put him in control of the moment.

“You know something?” Clark had his usual expression of uncertainty mixed with apprehension.

“Yeah, I think so. Back when we were in that underground chamber, there was something on the floor…”

Clark nodded. He’d felt it too. Some gooey substance he’d rather not see, and was glad he hadn’t used his x-ray vision to view.

“I felt it too,” Sam interrupted gruffly. “It felt like…like flesh…”

Dean nodded as the Kents both grimaced and Jonathan reflexively put his arm around Martha. “I think it was flesh,” Dean continued. “Just not the kind we’re thinking.” He looked purposefully to Sam. “Remember the sewers in St Louis?”

Sam’s soft eyes brightened and he sat forward in his seat. “You think this is a shapeshifter? But why here? Why us? Whatever it is targeted us specifically.”

Dean shook his head. “I don’t know why, but I’m beginning to think those last co ordinates didn’t come from dad…”

Jonathan didn’t like the way the conversation was getting away from him, and from the look on Clark’s face he was totally befuddled too. “Whoa now.” The farmer held up his hand. “Can you two start from the beginning on this? You’re guests in my house- wanted guests, I might add, and I think you owe us all a better explanation than this garbled mess.”

Sam nodded his agreement. It was only fair. Dean looked exasperated, but knew he’d have to waste more precious time explaining if he wanted more of Clark’s help- and it looked like he may need it big time.

“Sam and I worked a gig back in St Louis. People were getting killed and innocent guys were taking the blame. Turns out we had a shapeshifter on our hands, and it left that slimy stuff behind we saw back there every time it morphed. In the end, the freaking thing took my place and I ended up being a murder suspect.” He shrugged, obviously angry at losing his beloved Winchester name- at least officially. “Seems like everywhere I go now I’m a dead man. I never even got to my own funeral…”

“Could it be the same bad guy?” Clark looked curiously to Sam, but Sam shook his head.

“No, Dean had to shoot him to save my life.” Sam looked around the room. It was strange the Kents weren’t questioning the whole story. “You um, actually believe in shapeshifters?” he coughed a little as the soreness in his throat tickled right at the wrong moment.

Clark nodded. “I’ve dealt with a couple in the past myself.” At Sam’s obvious surprise he added. “A meteor freak and a Skinwalker…”

“”So, could our bad guy have a vendetta against us for crimes against its fellow shapeshifters?” Sam took a glass of water that Martha offered and paused to sip it gratefully.

Clark wasn’t convinced. “There’s more to it than that. Did your bad guy have the ability to move through solid walls? Neither of the shapeshifters I’ve come across could, and yet this thing passed straight through granite in front of our eyes. And how did it get you up on that roof?”

Sam shivered. “I don’t remember. In fact, I don’t recall anything after being in that cavern with your friend Chloe.”

“Is Chloe alright?” Martha interrupted, her voice quivering slightly as she realized what Clark and the Winchesters may be up against.

Sam nodded. “She was fine- at least the last time I saw her.”

Dean waved his hands in the air. “So, we may or may not have a shapeshifter on our hands, and he may or may not be out for revenge. Great, that’s a whole lot of maybes…”

“There is something else.” Clark glanced at his mom and dad sheepishly. He hated talking about his secret in public, but Dean already knew, and he had information that might save Chloe’s life. “Remember when you said you saw something that can move as fast as me? That’s what made your car crash?”

Dean nodded.

“Well, I have come across something that can move that fast, AND that can walk through walls. It just wasn’t a shapeshifter. There’s a Luthor connection too- maybe that’s why Lex wanted you out of town. If he checked on you two, he’d know you investigate this kind of stuff, and he wouldn’t want Luthor transgressions coming out while he’s running for senate…”

Jonathan picked up on his son’s idea first. “You’re thinking about Emily Dinsmore, Son?” He asked.

“Well, she could move through things, and she could move pretty fast.” Clark looked to his parents.

“But, Clark, Emily is gone…” Martha shook her head. “And even if she wasn’t, what would she have against these boys?”

Dean looked exasperated. “Just who the hell is Emily Dinsmore?” he squirmed a little as Jonathan shot him a stern glance for cussing, but didn’t apologize.

“Lionel Luthor had some kind of cloning experiment going a few years back,” Jonathan elaborated. “Although no one really ever knew about it, the experiment went wrong. The young girl he cloned appeared to gain certain abilities from the meteor enhanced project and she escaped. She killed a few people too, before they caught her.”

“And you think the thing that took me and your friend could be this Emily?” Sam still sounded terrible, and Martha couldn’t help but want to march him off to bed. She restrained herself however, for Clark’s sake.

“It can’t be Emily,” Clark shook his head. “But what if Luthorcorp didn’t stop with her? What if there’s another clone out there with nothing but death on its mind? It would explain why Lex wants you two out of town before you discover the truth, and why the thing is after Chloe and me.”

“Because you stopped Emily.” Dean finished for the teen. “What it doesn’t explain is the glop on the floor, and why the damn thing lured us here with those co ordinates and took Sam.”

“So what do we do?” Martha wrapped an arm around her husband as a cold chill seemed to envelope the room. Even the roaring fire in the hearth added little heat to the scene.

Dean turned, trying to be respectful, but knowing the Kents probably wouldn’t agree with his response. “We go out there, find Chloe, and kill this son of bitch before it hurts anyone else…”

TBC....

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excellent continuation.......can't wait for more.
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