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 opened her eyes and took in her surroundings in surprise. "I'm in–"
"Heaven," a voice finished for her.
She turned to look at Castiel. "–Oliver Queen's Metropolis apartment," she finished, brows arched.
Castiel looked around objectively. "It would appear so. You know, I found it ironic the first time you asked me what Heaven was like. Since you've been here before. Multiple times."
She raised an eyebrow at him.
"This is a new addition, admittedly," he said, examining the penthouse.
"Why would my Heaven be Oliver's penthouse?"
"What kind of memories do you have here?" he asked.
Her mind flashed back to the first time she'd walked off the elevator on the nearest wall, how Oliver had nicknamed her Sidekick, stuck her behind a computer, and given her purpose, an active role in guiding the people she cared about to safety.
She smiled softly, walking over to the computer console, where she realized she was able to check on all of her friends. A list like twitter statuses gave her an update on each of them.
Lois Lane is falling in love.
Bart Allen is eating Mexican food on the Gulf Coast.
Oliver Queen is in a business meeting and thinking about a new arrow design.
Moira Sullivan is enjoying the sunshine on her face.
Clark Kent is falling in love.
She unwillingly wrenched her eyes from the screen and its list to look at Castiel, whose eyes she could feel on her.
"There are other areas," he informed her. "Not just this one. If you enter the elevator, I believe you'll find yourself in your high school newspaper office–"
"The Torch," Chloe supplied, smiling affectionately at the idea.
"There's also Clark Kent's barn, and a park where your mother took you when you were five."
Chloe felt her eyes watering, and she smiled.
"So how is Sam?" Castiel asked her.
Chloe quirked an eyebrow at him. "You tell me."
He narrowed his eyes at her. "You're not afraid of me," he stated simply, and Chloe couldn't tell if he was pleased or displeased by the fact.
She sighed, sitting down on Oliver's couch. "I'm not the quake in fear before my God type, Cas," she said. "I'm more of the love and respect type. Besides, do you really want the first kind?" she asked.
He said nothing and she shook her head.
"Cas, this isn't you. Since when did you aspire to become God?" she asked, hoping she didn't provoke him.
"It's for the best. I will be a better God. I won't abandon–"
"That's not what I asked."
He opened his mouth and closed it again.
"Cas, you're jacked up on power, and forgive me, but it's going to your head. You were one of the most loyal Angels to ever exist. Even when you learned that God had taken a holiday, you still had faith in Him. When Lucifer tried to destroy the world, you stood up and protected God's creation. When Raphael went rogue and tried to take over Heaven, you stood up for the angels and went into battle. What changed? Since when do you want to be the man in charge?"
He glowered. "Since I realized I could do it better than anyone else."
She chuckled. "You let Crowley lead you down a dark path–good intentions or not," she added quickly, seeing the dark look that flashed across his face. "Doesn't everyone always say that the road to Hell is paved with good intentions?"
"You never objected."
"Out loud. I was too busy being grateful to you for saving Jimmy. And anyway, while I wasn't a huge fan of the method, I did still believe in the cause."
"You saved Jimmy," Castiel pointed out.
Chloe shook her head. "You gave me back my power, took me back in time, and mind-melded him so that he wouldn't remember meeting me. You're the reason he's going to end up at the Daily Planet again someday, famous for his pictures of Clark."
"Why are you laughing?"
"Because you're an all-powerful deity and you're still awkward." She gave him an affectionate look. She drifted into a little sigh, and continued. "You know, I'm worried for you."
She looked up at him soberly. "An angel gets angry and raises an army in Heaven. Sound familiar?"
He nodded. "Lucifer."
Chloe eyed him steadily. "Not...just Lucifer."
Castiel didn't respond, but Chloe didn't say anything else, realizing there was only so much at a time she could say to him before he would probably lose his patience with her. Love and respect, sure. But she wasn't an idiot, either.
Finally, he asked her, "Do you want to stay?"
Chloe blinked once before realizing what he meant. She looked around her a little wistfully. "Kind of. But I suppose I shouldn't, should I?"
He smirked. "Dean will be very confused if you do."
"Castiel, you know they weren't just saying those things because they were afraid of you. They care about you."
"Which is why Sam tried to kill me."
"They also care about the rest of the world more than they care about their own feelings," she added with a shrug. "You're the one who told me that."
"They fought against me."
"They did what they thought was right."
"I'm sending you back now."
"You can't just send me back because you–"
Chloe gasped for air, shooting up in bed.
"Holy SHIT!" a gravelly voice exclaimed. "Don't–ever–friggin'–do that again!"
Panting for breath, she turned an ironic expression to Dean, who had apparently been asleep in the chair. "Sam?" she breathed out the question.
"Fine. He's helping Bobby."
She closed her eyes. "How long was I out?"
"A day and a half. I'm getting Sam. You...just...don't move," he directed her uncomfortably.
Chloe flopped back in bed and rolled her eyes.Previous (Chapter 1)
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