Title: Heaven's Gates
Warnings: mild use of adult language
Summary: Post-Supernatural season 6 finale; Chloe Sullivan, who has been helping Castiel fight the war for souls, steps into Sam and Dean's lives and makes quite an impression.
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Chloe looked around the Kents' barn with a smile, breathing in the smell of hay baking in the sunlight that seeped through the rafters. Seeing a figure up in the loft, she headed for the stairs to go talk to Clark.
Without stopping to question the abnormality of her clothing, she lifted her skirts and started moving up the stairs, until someone called her name from behind. She turned and looked at the place she had been standing moments before and saw someone she had certainly not been expecting.
"Balthazar?" she exclaimed, eyes wide, turning on the stairway and forgetting about Clark entirely.
He smiled nonchalantly at her and Chloe blinked in confusion.
"Dreaming?" he asked casually. "Yeah. Listen, love, you've still got that protection on your ribs, so I had to come see you this way." He glanced momentarily around the barn, raising an eyebrow just slightly. "Would you mind telling me where you are so we can have this conversation properly?"
"I–" she frowned, straining to remember reality now that she knew this wasn't it. "We're in a motel in Tennessee just off I-40."
Chloe woke with a start, her head bouncing off her laptop's keyboard.
"Falling asleep at our desk again, are we?" Balthazar said behind her, leaning easily against her bed. "I keep telling you what a terrible habit that is, darling."
Chloe just stared at him. "But you–"
"Died?" he offered, examining his finger nails patiently. "Yeah. Well, I'm bringing sexy back. Or something like that." He sniffed and looked at her. "Though I must say, it's been a real disappointment so far, the whole 'resurrection' thing. Your taste, I see, has dwindled to a dangerously low level." He looked at her questioningly. When she still appeared to be wrapping her mind around the part where he was alive, he got more to the point. "Traveling with the Winchesters, love? Such a lower class than your previous company," he said.
"Balthazar, how are you back? Did Castiel…do something?" she frowned.
Balthazar rolled his eyes indignantly. "Not exactly. But we'll get to that in a moment. By the way have you really not let go of that whole 'monster killed my ex-husband' thing? Not healthy to hold onto things like that, Chlo."
Stammering, Chloe blushed. "I–what–"
"That little dream I just interrupted? You were about to have the usual nightmare again."
The memory of her dream returned to her in a flash and Chloe realized she had in fact been wearing the wedding dress in it. She rubbed her brow. "It's been less frequent lately," she defended herself meekly.
Balthazar lifted a shoulder and dropped it. "Anyway, shall we talk about the fact that you're going for a road trip with Ferris and Cameron out there?"
Chloe shrugged. "They need help. I'm keeping an eye on Sam."
"Ah, I see. Playing Florence Nightengale as usual. Must you really stay in a roach motel, though? Surely you haven't run out of money yet?"
She snorted. "Right. I couldn't spend the amount of money you set me up with in ten years."
"Well, I'll just have your accounts topped off just in case," he said matter-of-factly. "But promise me you'll at least go for Best Western next time."
"The Winchesters prefer a low profile," she said with a small smile. "But for your sake, I'll see what I can do."
"Right, well on to it, then," he said in a tone that meant he was finally getting around to the reason he was there. "Wanna take a guess at who brought me back?"
Chloe bit her lip. "The only people I know might be capable of it…I really hope didn't do it."
"That's because it's someone you haven't met," he said smugly.
"The Big Boss?" he supplied. "That's the one, love. Daddy's home."
"Daddy?" she echoed in shock. "But I thought…"
"He'd gone on a long, long vacation?" Balthazar finished. "Didn't we all? Turns out his idea of a vacation isn't exactly an exotic destination."
"What? Well where is He?"
Balthazar smirked. "That's what I want you to take care of."
"You. I want you to talk to the guy and get him to deal with Castiel."
"Balthazar, if Cas finds out about this, he'll–"
"What? Kill me? News flash, love. He's already done that. Castiel's acting like a child and needs a good spanking if you ask me."
Chloe rolled her eyes at his assessment but didn't bother arguing. "So you're telling me that you want me to talk to God?" She shook her head, trying to grasp the idea.
"In person, if possible."
"What do you want me to do…die?"
"Don't be ridiculous, love. You're no fun dead. That's why we had that little glitch with your healing power ironed out. No, I want you to find him here. I think that's the only chance anyone really has of convincing him to…shall we say, 'deal with the family?'"
"But why can't you–I think you would be more qualified to–well, I mean, why me?"
"Because darling, I have other things to worry about–"
"–and you're infinitely more persuasive than I am. I'm not exactly respectful, am I? Grateful, yes, but respectable…well look at me. No, you'll be much more difficult to say no to."
"Balthazar, this is God we're talking about. He's not…He won't just–I can't just talk to him."
"Why not? People pray all the time. Same thing, isn't it?"
She opened and closed her mouth a few times, not sure how to respond to that.
"Excellent, well now that that's sorted, we'll need to figure out how you're going to find him."
"Will we?" Chloe said in a high-pitched voice, clearly not nearly as calm as Balthazar was about their goal.
"You'll need to talk to the prophets."
"The prophets?" she squeaked. "Because those are just running rampant, I suppose."
"You'll start with him," Balthazar ignored her, indicating a large stack of papers on her desk that Chloe hadn't noticed before. "You'll want to read that," he added. "But I suggest you start at the beginning of the series, personally. Should be interesting, given your–" he cleared his throat, smirking, "travel companions."
She frowned, glancing at the door that connected her room to the Winchesters' room and then back to the angel in front of her. "What?"
"They've met him, by the way. Good chums. You'll want to ask them how to find him once you've studied up, I imagine. But if not," he sighed as though he were hard put upon, "I suppose you can call me and I'll help you out."
"Balthazar, this is crazy. I can't just–"
Chloe's head whipped around to the door Sam's voice had just called through. Her eyes flew back to Balthazar, but he had already vanished.
"Chloe!" he called again, knocking on the door.
Shaking herself, she went over to let Sam in. "Sam?" she asked. "Is everything all right?"
He looked around in confusion. "I…don't know. I just, um, woke up and heard voices in here and I saw the light on and…." He trailed off sheepishly, obviously having wanted to check that she was all right.
"I'm fine. I just–" she broke off, hesitating. She wasn't sure whether or not to tell the Winchesters what had just happened. She decided to postpone the full story, but not to lie, either. She wanted them to be able to trust her, especially after what they had been through with Castiel. "I had a visitor. But I'll tell you about it tomorrow morning. You guys need to sleep," she said.
Sam frowned, looking around the room warily. "Was Cas here?"
"No," she assured him, though personally, she wouldn't have minded a visit from said angel.
"Okay," he said, a small amount of the anxiety draining from his face.
"You should go back to bed. Is Dean all right?"
"He's still asleep. He always sleeps heavy when we've been driving this long," he added.
Chloe nodded, having guessed as much. "I'll see you in the morning, Sam," she said kindly, but with a certain firmness that implied he was being dismissed.
He submitted quickly, wishing her a good night and closing the door behind him.
Chloe, with a brief shudder at the familiar nightmare that almost was, dismissed the idea of sleep altogether, and headed straight for the stack of papers Balthazar had left. They turned out to be a manuscript for an unpublished book in a series called Supernatural. Frowning at it, she remembered Balthazar's suggestion that she start at the beginning of the series. So, she sat down on her computer and pulled up the online bookstore to purchase the series for her e-reader. Cringing out of old habit at the final price, she clicked 'buy' and then downloaded them to the reader.
She put on her pajamas and crawled into bed, leaving on the nearest lamp so she could stay up reading.Previous (Chapter 4)
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