A/N: I must apologize now, there are going to be VERY long Authors notes, but I strongly suggest you read them all.

I am a history nut, but with that being said, I do not know everything there is to know about anything. In fact, I hardly know anything in retrospect of those who have studied Ancient Greece for a living. I am trying to write this story with as much accuracy as I can, but there will be mistakes and for those I apologize. I will inform you of any deliberate misinformation (it will only be there due to story flow) and will define terms and clear up questions. Don't be afraid to ask about anything and everything, I don't want you reading this story if you don't understand what is being said.

I do not own Supernatural, the characters, or any of its affiliations.

Sparta, 490 B.C.

Dust rose from the ground as the two men circled each other, the sun beating on their backs. The two sons of King Johnaus and Queen Marian, Samthrian and Denathus, gave fused glances of pure steel, eyeing up their opponent and categorizing their weaknesses. The younger of the two, Samthrian, was a pure bred Spartan. A man made of pure muscle with a height that towered above all others. His eyes were the brown of Sparta, his long hair the strong chestnut brown that each Greek wore. His older brother Denathus was the opposite. His height and physic spoke of his Spartan heritage, but his features boasted of his mother and her Italian background. The King had commanded a raid to the small Isle of Sicily off the coast of Italia, bringing back wealth and slaves. This is where he first met Marian, her foreign beauty capturing his eye and heart. She was a mere eighteen years to his thirty-five, but that made no difference to the King. Within the year they were married, Denathus arriving ten months later.

Many objected to the King's marriage to the Italian, but none were brave enough to bring it up to the Ephors. The only man willing to say a word was the King's advisor Robertis, married to the fair Ellain who was with child at the time. He consoled his friend, telling him of the people's thoughts, saying they thought it betrayal and blasphemy against the gods to taint Spartan blood in such a way. Johnaus ignored his friend, saying that if the gods did not approve of their marriage that a sign would be sent.

The sign never arrived and soon Samthrian was born to the King and Queen just four years after his brother. By this time Robertis and Ellain had a daughter, a young girl by the name of Johannus, a headstrong child who fought just as whole heartedly as the boys that she played with. She was a Spartan woman through and through. She became fast friends with Samthrian and Denathus, playing with the boys with just as much vigor as the two rowdy youth.

Once Denathus reached the age of seven he was taken from his family and sent to the nearest barracks. There he was stripped of his possessions, given only a red cloak and a bed of reeds, which he had to collect and cut himself. His rations were half of what he needed to survive, the rest stolen from the kitchens when ever possible. Denathus learned quickly to never be caught, unable to lie on his back for a week after the beating that he had received. His training was grueling, his mind formed to obey orders, his replies shortened to yes or no. He never questioned, he never spoke, and he never screamed in pain or anguish. He thrived with four hours of sleep, a blessing that he never took for granted. His body hardened as the years passed, muscle layering on his frame with each passing month. His mind sharpened, his cunning beyond compare. Denathus was able to create battle strategies in an instant, memorize maps with a glance, and he could out think any opponent he was faced with. After thirteen years, during the twentieth year of his life, Denathus finally became a soldier of Sparta.

Five years later he stood in the courtyard of his father's home, his recently returned brother across from him. The men wore nothing but under garments, the red cloaks they had been formed and shaped under cast to the side. Denathus kept his amulet on, the golden head swinging against his chest with every step that he took. He was the first to move, feigning a sweep at his brothers legs, one that if executed would have pulled the feet right from underneath him.

Samthrian countered as Denathus expected him too, grabbing his wrists and pushing them to the side of his body. Samthrian grabbed for Denathus' waist, aiming to up heave his brother and throw his back to the ground, but he found it missing. Denathus had rolled with the momentum of Samthrian shoving his arms away, coming up behind his younger brother and placing a foot in his back, forcing the man to the ground. Denathus remained standing as Samthrian pushed to his feet, dirt covering the front of his body. The younger turned and made a swipe for his brother's head, the elder easily ducking it. Denathus' hand rose and caught Samuel's by the wrist, using the swing to twist the arm behind his brother's back. Samthrian's eyes hardened as pain shot up his shoulder. Raising a leg he brought his heel against the inside of Denathus' foot, causing a moment of surprise, which allowed him to free himself. Spinning he brought a fist up, catching Denathus in his side.

The air rushed out of Denathus' lungs, his body naturally curling in on itself to protect vital organs. Another blow rained down on the back of his neck, causing him to fall to one knee in the dirt. There was a moment's hesitation from Samthrian and that was all the Denathus needed. Swinging his leg he caught the ankles of his brother, the taller of the two falling to the ground hard on his back. Denathus was on his brother's chest in an instant, hand raised for a fatal blow he would never inflict on his brother. Both boys held each other's gaze, neither moving until a slow clapping was heard echoing through the courtyard.

Denathus looked up and saw his father in the archway, a smile plastered on his face, "Well done my sons. You truly make Sparta proud."

Denathus smiled at his fathers praise, getting up off his brother and holding out a hand to help him to his feet. Samthrian took it, letting his brother easily pull him to his feet. Denathus landed a hand on his shoulder, smirking as he said, "Never hesitate Sammy, that fraction of a second was all that an enemy would need to end your life."

Samthrian rolled his eyes, ignoring his brother as he placed his cloak over his shoulders, "You just can't admit that I beat you."

Denathus scoffed, reassembling his own cloak, "I was just letting you win. I have to teach you some how bitch."

Samthrian shot Denathus a look of contempt, "Jerk."

A feminine laugh was heard from beside Johnaus, Johannus appearing beside the King, "You two both need to grow a pair and admit to when you are beaten. Besides, neither of you would be able to defeat me." The young woman was a beauty unto her own, long brown hair bleached a fair blonde due to years in the sun and eyes that glimmered like moonlight.

Denathus smiled down upon his friend, bringing her hand to his lips to place a chaste kiss there, "None would be able to best a maiden as fair as yourself."

Samthrian shoved past his brother, use to the antics between him and their friend. Johannus blushed and smacked Denathus playfully on the arm, smiling the entire time. Denathus took her arm and placed it on his, walking her towards the center of the palace. Only Samthrian knew of Johannus' fondness of the Prince, Denathus remained oblivious to every advance that she presented to him. The prince had just celebrated his twenty-fifth birthday and was expected to choose a wife soon. It was a rarity for Spartan men to go so long without marrying, his father seen to be past his prime when he married Marian. Samthrian was to be married within the season to a maiden by the name of Jessius, a beauty that had many asking for her hand in marriage, but only Samthrian won the heart of.

As Samthrian made his way to meet with his wife to be, Denathus and Johannus made their way to the fields, the ground being worked by the many Messenians and Helots, land owners and slaves, the keen eye of the Krypterria watching their every move. Their land had been taken over by the Dorian's generations ago, a fierce tribe coming from the north and sweeping through the lands, conquering everywhere they went. These were the people that the Spartans descended from, the need to fight never leaving their blood. The workers never lifted their heads, bowing at the presence of the two royals as they walked by.

The pair headed to a hill on the outside of the palace, a place where they were granted a view of the entire city and surrounding fields. The city was fair, nothing spectacular to gaze upon, built for sturdiness and fortification, not splendor or galore like the city of Athens, a place that Spartans had only heard about and spoke of in distasteful tongues. The land surrounding the city was deep brown, the soil turned and ready to be planted by hundreds of hands.

There was a lone tree at the top of the hill, one that the three royals often climbed together as children. The band of misfits had also carved their names into the bark using sharp stones the day before Denathus' seventh birthday. The day before they would be separated for thirteen years. Johannus loosen her grip on Denathus' arm and sat with her back against the tree, facing the city and the land beyond. Denathus stood beside her, arms clasped behind his back as if he were standing watch over the girl. Johannus saw this, taking Denathus' hand in hers and tugging him down to sit beside her. Denathus followed, giving in to the girl's wishes.

Neither spoke for a fair while, their eyes focused on the sight before them rather than on each other. It was Denathus that broke the silence first, his voice strong as he spoke, "Jo, as you know, my twenty-fifth year has recently passed and I have yet to take a wife," Johannus turned at this, her eyes glued to the man beside her as he continued, "I have known you my whole life and there is no one I would rather ask this question," Denathus turned to the woman beside him, his face as serious as a mountain side, "Johannus, would you become my wife?"

Johannus could not stop the smile that broke across her face, moisture seeping into the corners of her eyes as she whispered, "Yes, Denathus, yes." Denathus broke into a smile just as jubilant as Johannus'. Taking her chin in his hands he pulled her close, placing a firm kiss on her lips.

History Lesson! I'll try and keep this brief…

Messenian= Slaves owned by the state of Sparta

Helots= Personal Slaves

Krypterria= Specialized soliders given the task of preventing another Helot revolt.

Ephors= Highest power in Sparta. 5 men elected every year who over see the senate and assembly.

The government in Sparta is as such (lowest to highest):

The assembly: consisting of citizens over 30, approve legislation and choose Senators and Ephors.

Senators: 28 men over the age of 60. Present legislation and advise the Kings.

Kings: 2 royal families, the title gets passed from father to son. Chief magistrates and the head of the army. Part of the Senate.

Ephors: 5 men. Head of education and military training.

Side note, the only reason that Denathus and Samthrian are in their fathers home is because of their status as Princes. If it were not for this they would be living as soldiers in the barracks until their 30th birthday. After that they could live with their families and own land but would have to eat in the barracks every day until their 60th birthday when they could finally retire.

The second King in this story is Cleomenes, the man who stopped the first Helot revolt and organized a system to keep them in check (if you want to know what it was, message me. Way to complicated to explain here). And yes, he is real. I didn't make him up.