"Oh yeah, she's definitely in there," Amos huffed a laugh, "Going berserk, she is. Best do this as quickly as possible." Amos checked his gun's ammunition for dramatic effect.

Julius rolled his dark eyes at his brother's antics, trying to keep a smile off his face to maintain a stern appearance. "Do you know which goddess it is?"

Amos scoffed in mock arrogance, "Do I know which goddess it is?" The constant twinkle in his dark eyes burned brighter at the banter, "It's Sekhmet, the Ancient Egyptian goddess of a whole-bunch-of-things, but most comely known for her dominion over war."

Julius nodded, remembering all the lessons drilled into him by his parents, "Sekhmet's gone off the rails before; back in ancient times, Sekhmet became so consumed with blood-lust that she almost caused humanity's distinction. Ra subdued her by mixing beer with red ochre to resemble blood; Sekhmet drank so much she became drunk and gave up slaughtering mortals, and returned peacefully to Ra." Julius stroked his goatee, "do we have anything that could cause a similar outcome?"

Amos hummed in thought, tipping his bag's contents all over the back-seats of the car, and rummaged through it in haste.

Julius sighed and rubbed his eyes; annoyed that the group of Hunters fighting the goddess right now hadn't bothered to wait for back-up like Julius had instructed. That group hadn't even known what they were going to fight, and probably didn't bother to try and research it like Julius suggest they do until he arrived with his brother. And now, because that group only had glory in their minds, they were being squatted like flies while Julius and his brother tried coming up with a plan to save the survivors.

"We have a ton of salsa from the drive-through," Amos' voice broke Julius' thoughts. "We could use this to trick Sekhmet, like Ra did in ancient times?"

Julius' own eyes caught some of the twinkle from his brother's, "That's perfect, Amos!" Julius clapped his brother on his strong shoulder, "Great idea! Now, let's grab all our salsa and save those stupid kids."

Amos nodded solemnly, pulling his dark braids into a bun, "Let's bounce."

Julius nodded and followed his younger brother. Just before they entered the abandoned building overflowing with pain, death, and carnage; Julius pulled out a worn picture of his family. Julius gazed at his wife's beautiful face and his children's joyful smiles with missing teeth, and prayed that he'd make it home tonight to kiss them all good-night. Julius folded the picture along its lines, and after having the picture seared in his mind, he gravely nodded at his brother to open the broken door.

Whether pride, arrogance, or ignorance, Julius had thought he and his brother would win the battle easily – maybe even without spending much time, power, or some magic tricks picked up from years on the job (and his parent's constant nagging) on the hunt. However, as Amos and Julius soon found out, it was an impossible fight – over before it even began.

Julius looked over to his brother's crumbled body, and to the other shredded body parts littering the ground. The stench of rotting flesh caught in his nose and lungs; Julius just barely managing to hold in the thick bile clogging his throat. The heat from the fires made his brown eyes water, and the taste of blood in his mouth made him sick to his toes. The heaviness of pain and death settled over the building, crushing down any sense of foolish hope.

A crazed, high-pitch cackle broke through the gloom, causing all hairs to rise on Julius' body.

A silhouette slowly emerged from the smoke, causing Julius to shrink back in primal fear. A dark energy radiated from the silhouette, giving off a feeling of manic glee.

"Well, well, well," the shadowy form spoke; a light voice, but low and menacing in tone, "Amos and Julius Kane," the figure stood beside Julius, leaning over his battered body. "I must say, I'm feeling rather . . . appreciated . . . by this . . . exertion."

Julius tried to get a better look at the destructive creature that hadn't even bothered to show itself during the battle, but his brown eyes were filled with water, and the smoke in the building was blinding him. The pain from his body also wasn't helping the situation. Julius coughed, and moaned when he felt blood dribble past his lips.

"Oi, I'm talking to you," the figure hissed, reaching for his leg and tearing skin from it with what felt like claws. Julius gasped and adrenaline rushed through his body, trying to block out the pain. The brutal act from the creature seemed to wake Julius up a little, his senses becoming more alert than they were a few moments ago. Whether it was because of this, or the creatures own doing, Julius' eyes lost some of their haziness, and the hunter was able to focus on the creature's features.

She's terrifying, was his first thought. But there's a wild, menacing sense of beauty too, was his second.

The creature had the form of a woman with bushy blue hair, blood red eyes, and beautiful glowing skin.

No, Julius realised, not glowing skin – golden skin.

This creature wasn't like anything he'd ever seen before. Sure, Julius and his brother had come across some 'god' or rather on their travels, but never before had Julius been so scared or awed by the disturbing and violent power raiding off one of them.

The Ancient Egyptians sure knew how to pick 'em.

The creature seemed satisfied with Julius' gaze of growing horror, and began to purr. "Better," she smiled, flashing her blood stained teeth, "I've heard an awful lot about you Kane's," she said, "have you heard of me?"

That was a trick question, if Julius ever heard one. The right answer – the only answer – was to nod and eagerly regale her with all the stories he had ever heard; or else suffer deeply for daring not to know her. "You're the Lady Sekhmet," Julius replied, his throat dry and voice scratchy, "Egyptian goddess of war, fire, fertility and healing." Julius licked his lips, hoping that by not saying 'Ancient Egyptian' would make Sekhmet more merciful as she would forget about being forgotten and not worshipped anymore. "Of course I've heard of you – everyone has. You're prowess is so strong, that your breath formed the desert. You're symbols are the sun disk, red linen, and lioness." Julius struggled with what to say next, as other information would make her remember the ancient days of being worshipped, and of how she and her fellow gods had all been easily replaced.

However, it seemed Julius didn't need to say more, as Sekhmet once again began to purr, "Very good." Sekhmet's red eyes gazed at him from behind long, blue lashes, and Julius noted how the kohl around her eyes made the red glow brighter.

Or perhaps that was just the madness in them.

"I must say, you Kane's do live up to your reputation about knowing your betters," she hummed, before narrowing her eyes and smiling cruelly. "Unfortunately, in your fighting abilities, you have been an enormous disappointment. I honestly don't know what everyone is so scared about." Julius' heart stopped at her words, before his eyes grew large at the sight of her golden human face slowly transforming into the green head of a lioness; with large, pointed teeth that could tear his face off in one bite. "I would say it's been a pleasure, but I'd be lying," the goddess picked at her sharp claws, "Now, I really must be going. Ptah and Nefertem are waiting, and I really mustn't be late again." Julius' eyes began to fill with water again, from pain or sadness he didn't know; but as Sekhmet raised her sharp claws, all Julius could think about was how he wouldn't be there to kiss his family goodnight and whisper how much he loved them.

"Yo, litter-box!" a voice shouted.

Sekhmet paused her snarling, confused, and turned to her left.

Julius also turned to where the sound came from, and wept tears of joy at the sight of his banged-up and bruised brother aiming his large riffle at the goddess, "Say hello to my little friend." Amos pulled the trigger, jolting a bit from the guns kick, and watch with a satisfied smirk at how far back the goddess was pushed by the bullet.

Julius watched; amazed with how Amos yet again saved him at the last moment, before breaking out of his shock to crawl to his younger brother, "Are you alright?"

"Just peachy," Amos snipped, scratching his head and flicking away the blood that stuck to his hand. "Next time, we're going with my idea of 'guns blazing,' instead of your approach of 'being diplomatic.'

Julius, for once, nodded earnestly at his brother's idea. "Sekhmet's gonna be pissed. We have to get out of here," he panicked, trying to lift himself before his body protested and slammed to the ground.

Amos clucked his tongue, "Hold on big fella." Amos groaned as he got up as quickly as his body allowed, but still not fast enough. "Gimme your arm . . . that's it . . . slowly now, slow– I SAID SLOWLY!"

"I'm the big brother, not you! STOP BABYING ME!" Julius hissed, trying to stand on his own again after noticing Amos using his riffle as a walking stick.

(Which broke so many of Julius' safety rules that he would usually have yelled; but that wasn't really the most pressing thing on their minds right now).

Julius tried to concentrate and help his brother, but the more he tried to focus, the more his eyes stubbornly began drooping.

"Almost to the door," Amos muttered, dragging himself and his nearly unconscious brother to where he believed an exit was. "Almost–" Amos hacked from the smoke, "th-there . . ."

But just as the younger hunter saw a red fire-escape door, reaching for it with an equally red hand and arm, something pounced on his back and he fell to the concreate ground with such force his teeth rattled.

A purr rumbled in Amos' right ear; the only warning before he was harshly turned over to lie on his back to gaze up at the animal goddess straddling his hips. "Well, well, well," Sekhmet licked her lips, a satisfied look on her face, "You're much more exciting than your brother. I'm finally starting to have some fun with this."

Amos' response was a mouthful of bloody spit; but as the goddess's lion face got splashed with it, her eyes only grew brighter with joy instead of dark with anger. "You have fire," she smiled, "I like you."

"Shame, now I almost feel sorry you have to say goodbye," a loud, feminine voice called.

Amos closed his mouth, confused, before recognising the voice as that of his sister-in-law; his brother's wife, Ruby Kane.

What the hell?

"Maw!" Ruby aimed at Sekhmet, causing large amounts of water to splash the goddess, weakening her powers over fire. "N-dah!" Ruby pointed to the brothers, causing small shrouds to wrap around them for protection.

"R-Ruby?" Julius muttered, searching for her with unfocused eyes, "What?"

Sekhmet shrieked at being disrupted with her playthings, "How dare you?" the lion goddess roared, pointing at the male hunters with a talon, "How dare you disrupt my fun!" Sekhmet shook her wet mane, and growled at the water dripping off her fur, "You stupid mortal," she snarled.

"Ruby, get away from her!" Amos shouted, trying to crawl to his wounded brother, "She's crazy!"

Amos saw Ruby's mouth move silently (probably muttering what an idiot Amos was because, hello, a blind guy could see how crazy the goddess was); before she hoped behind a concreate column to escape the fiery breath of the Egyptian goddess. "Maw!" Ruby screamed again, causing more water to spray into Sekhmet's face.

Amos wished he could have continued watching his awesome sister-in-law train the Cat from Hell, but his main priority was getting his dazed brother out of the crumbling building. The hunter was careful as he pulled his brother's arm over his shoulder, and stood up to once-again find the way out. The sounds of the battle were blocked out by the blood pounding in Amos ears as he dragged his way to the fire-escape door. However, the closer he got to the door, the more Amos got a sick feeling curling in his stomach.

"Ru-Ruby," Julius whispered into Amos shoulder, "Ruby. Ruby," he tried to lift his head and turn, but everything was too heavy.

Amos tried to shush his brother and tried not to look back, but the sick feeling worsened till he almost threw up, so Amos did something he would regret for the rest of his life.

With the half-open door in one hand, and his brother in his other, Amos turned to see how Ruby was doing.

Only to see her struggling in the air, with Sekhmet's clawed hand digging in her throat. Ruby's blue eyes looked towards him, and with blood drippling out her mouth she whispered her last words, "Ha-Di."

Destroy.

Ruby and Sekhmet burst into flames. The roof started falling; the building collapsing. Someone screamed, and Amos' ear went death.

The brothers' barely managed to escape the building before it fell to the ground.

Three weeks had passed.

Ruby was buried; Julius was almost physically healed; and Amos had spent more time with his niece and nephew then their father had.

Amos wasn't trying to be an arsehole, but Julius really needed to break out of his mourning-mode – he had two children depending on him for gods' sake.

"Alright," Amos huffed one day, finally fed up with being the responsible adult. "Julius, you're my big brother and I love you, but you need to snap out of it. I miss Ruby too, but it's been a month and you still have a family. Ruby wouldn't want you to be like this."

There was no response, no action to let Amos know whether his brother registered his words or not. Julius just stared at the wall, like he had been doing since the night his wife died. Finally, just when Amos had lost hope of a conversation, Julius spoke, "How would Ruby know? She killed herself." Julius took another swig of his beer.

Amos didn't know what to say anymore. The brothers had had this conversation at least a dozen times, and no matter what was said, it always ended the same way.

With Julius somehow more drunk then he was before the conversation.

Amos threw his hands in the air and marched to the door, spearing the lock with his keys. The hunter growled as the keys jammed or missed, eventually slipping from his grasp and onto the cluttered floor. Cursing, Amos rummaged through the piles of unopened letters until one with a big, red 'URGENT' caught his eye. Mouth set in a frown, Amos ripped the envelope open and started reading, blood boiling the more he re-read it; particularly the line's ". . . It has been brought to our attention by Mr & Mrs Fauster . . . you are summoned to the court for the consultation of your daughters, Sadie Kane, future living accommodations . . ."

Amos scoffed, thinking about how the Fauster's had been calling and blaming Julius for their daughter's death, and threatening to take Sadie away. You racist, bigot, privileged bastards, he thought. Amos had half the mind to drive up their house and tell them they were a bunch of–

A creaking floorboard broke Amos out of his heated thoughts, causing him to search for where the sound came from. The tall hunter stared in front of him for a few moments, before noticing his nephew, Carter. The boy's small build and dark skin almost camouflaged him against the dark wall and black shadows. The hunter and future-hunter stared at one another, challenging which would turn away first; before Amos could no longer look into Carter's vacant brown eyes.

Another creak was heard, and a door near Carter opened, causing light to glare into the stairway. Amos glanced to it, seeing his young, equally light and equally glaring niece. Guilt churned inside him, although Amos didn't believe he had anything to be truly guilty for. After a few more stares, Sadie held out her small hand for Carter, and led him back into the bright safety behind the closed door; though Carter never took his blank eyes off his uncle.

A moment passed before Amos let go of the air he was holding. Thoughts thought over, the hunter marched back into the living-room, disgusting letter in hand, to have yet another row with his big brother.

"Oh gods, oh gods, please tell me it's an animal, please let it be an animal."

Sadie's muttered mantra filled Carter with anxiety the closer he got to the large shape shrouded in the yellow glow of the car's lights. Please let it be an animal, he also prayed.

Cautiously, Carter knelt beside the human figure, half praying for it to be a monster as he turned the body round. When the body was finally lying on its back, Carter was able to get a decent look at the face, and almost lost his breath at how handsome and young it was.

Monster, Carter first thought, because an ordinary human couldn't possibly be so beautiful.

Poor bastard; was his second, as Sadie did hit the guy with her car. Although, Carter scratched his cheek, for being hit by a car, this kid looks barely scathed.

The hunter paused his wayward thoughts and checked for a pulse, sighing with relief as he felt a stubborn beat against his fingers. "He's alive!" he shouted to his sister.

Sadie gasped with joy, wiping away the black streaks of mascara that her tears made, and was about to call 911 when she noticed her brother trying to lift the body. "Err, I'm really not one to judge, but isn't moving the body bad?" she asked, getting out the car and walking up to her brother.

"Don't call it a body! It's a teenage boy!" Carter growled; trying (and failing) to stand with the extra weight in his arms. "Look, under normal circumstances I would definitely bring this boy to the hospital, but this isn't under a normal circumstance. There's bodies being drained of blood; us pretending to be Feds; and there's barely a scratch on this kid. I mean, look at him Sadie!"

And oh did Sadie look. Dark, messy hair; chiselled jaw; lean figure. Sadie stood in awe at the sight in front of her, before shaking her head and getting rid of those thoughts. The guy wasn't supposed to be good looking – he was supposed to be banged up and full of scratches. However, the boy was bleeding like a regular human where he was hurt, so that was at least something.

Not a monster then.

. . . Probably . . .

"Alright, alright," Sadie muttered, an uneasy feeling starting to crawl up her spine. The huntress looked around, scanning the dark void of dense trees surrounding them. "I'll get his head, you grab his feet."

"Why do I get his feet?" Carter grumbled, but complied with his sister's request.

It took about ten minutes to successfully get the body inside the car, because damn, the kid was heavy.

"You'd think we'd be used to dragging bodies around by now," Sadie grunted, pulling the boy to lie flat in the back seat.

"I already told you to stop calling him 'a body'!" Carter hissed; pushing the teen's feet inside the car before finally slamming the door.

A chuckle escaped Sadie's red lips, but she didn't say anything else until they were both fastened in and on the move again. "So," she hummed, turning her music to low, so as not to wake their unwitting passenger, "motel?"

"Motel," Carter nodded and flipped on a carrier book lamp to go over his notes.

And so the siblings drove on into the quiet night; unaware of the figure that disappeared back into the stillness of the forest.

Happy Halloween! *pulls cracker*

Yeah yeah, I know it isn't Halloween yet, but details, details.

So as I said earlier, this idea has been gathering dust for a few years but I found chap.1 and decided to continue! YAY! (Let's see if this inspiration lasts!) But anyway, this was originally meant to be a super long one-shot for Halloween back in like 2015 or sth; but I've decided to make them chapters instead. And as you can guess it's like a Supernatural AU (if you squint). Idk how long it will be, but pls tell me what you thought in your reviews! That would be awesome! Happy Autumn/October everyone! Thanks for staying with me! And if you like, you can always check out my tumblr and ask me stuff! My name is MyBeautifulStrangeWorld . Oh, and Percico/Nicercy is coming, be patient.