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Sienna POV
Exclamations of disbelief exploded out of both boys. They talked over each other, making it impossible to respond or even understand them. Sienna just sat quietly on her living room couch, waiting patiently for them to let her talk. She'd suggested they move there for their discussion after seeing the boys' tempers rear up. Probably best to keep them away from weapons right now. She's had this talk a million times. It was routine.
It's understandable that they wouldn't believe her. I mean, believing in the Christian God is far-fetched enough and here she was telling them to believe in them all. She sighed.
The easiest way was to show them, she knew that, but it took so much energy from her that she would really rather not.
"All the myths are real, remember?" She made her voice carry over both of them.
They paused briefly to look at her in exasperation before going back to arguing at full volume.
She rolled her eyes at the still babbling boys and stood. She took Dean's hand in her own, gently pulling it out of his front jean pocket, and turned, tugging him behind her.
This shut them both up and they followed her in a curious silence. Dean kept his hold on her hand and a small shiver ran down her spine. Dean sparked her interest. I mean, Sienna had been with plenty of men-goregous men. She was her father's daughter, after all. But there was something about Dean specifically...She shook her head to clear her thoughts.
She led them back outside where the decapitated dummy still sat, her sword impaled through it's middle. She let go of Dean's hand and ripped the sword out.
She sighed heavily again.
"Don't freak out," she warned them.
Then she closed her eyes. She didn't say the words out loud.
I am Sienna Gold. Daughter of Zeus, King of the Gods.
Her eyes held the familiar sting as power thrummed through her body. She could feel every ounce of electricity she was conducting.
She opened her eyes and immediately met Dean's gaze. His eyebrows shot up. She knew her eyes were blazing a mesmerizing gold. As her power grew, she saw the light gold glow that enveloped her body.
The boys were speechless, but she wasn't done yet.
She gritted her teeth and pointed the sword straight into the air, directly at the large dark cloud above them. The gold light around her intensified and a bolt of lightning shot out of the tip of her sword and into the cloud, lighting the sky like a stobe light.
When she met Dean's eyes again, his mouth was flopped open in astonishment. He blinked rapidly, his eyes adjusting to the slow dulling light around her.
She felt her father's power draining from her body. She stuck the sword back through the dummy and turned to face them.
"That was...incredible!" Sam gushed. Sienna blushed lightly, though they couldn't see.
"You're a freaking force to be reckoned with!" Dean added. Sienna laughed at his word usage.
"Do you believe me now?" She smiled sheepishly.
The boys shrugged and shook their heads, still dazed. Sam spoke, "I think we have to- I mean, I don't want to be blasted by Zeus."
She laughed again and took a wobbly step toward the house. Dean noticed her stumble and wrapped a hand under her elbow.
"Are you okay?" He looked down at her with concern.
"It's just draining," she said on a sigh.
"Well, then let's get you inside," Sam said from her other side.
...
Once inside, they found the teen the demon had been possessing awake on the kitchen floor. They talked the whole thing out with him, but decided he'd probably better go to the hospital regardless.
Sam volunteered to drive the kid to town and pick up some food for the almost dead-on-their-feet hunters.
Sienna settled into the couch in the living room and turned on a random talk-show. Dean followed her with the bottle of Jack Daniels she told him to grab out of the freezer.
Dean poured two glasses and they both drank them down immediately, so he poured two more.
He was looking at his glass when he spoke up.
"So...Zeus...and your mom? How does that..." He looked up at her.
She laughed lightly and set her glass down.
"The Gods can look however they want, and well, Zeus is a bit of a player," she smiled.
"But my mom didn't hate him. She was a hunter before I was born, and when she had me, she did what she could from here." She sighed, thinking of her mother.
"Until I was nine, anyway," she finished.
"What happened when you were nine?" Dean's curiousity overpowered his manners.
She smiled a big smile, like she was remembering a good memory.
"See these scorch marks?" She pointed to the floor underneath the couch.
"When I was nine, I was angry my mother wouldn't let me come on a hunt with her. I accidentally incinerated the couch while throwing a tantrum. She took me to Bobby after that, who searched for other kids like me. Children of the Gods."
Dean laughed loudly.
"You incinerated your couch?"
She shrugged, "I inherited my temper from Zeus and in my defense, I didn't even know I could do that. I have better control of it now, but for awhile every time I'd get mad I'd shock the crap out of anyone near me." She finished with a laugh.
"Though my eyes still glow, which really freaks people out," she laughed again.
"Wait..." Dean paused, "Did Bobby ever find more?"
"Yeah, a few. I've met a couple. A child of Athena, a child of Kali, and a child of Posiedon...he and I didn't get along." She smirked at the memory.
Dean looked weary. Like all the information he'd gotten today was physically resting on his shoulders.
"Have you ever met him? You know, Zeus?" He asked hesitantly.
"When I was thirteen, he showed up here to give me Aegis and my sword. I had just exorcised my first demon and my mom was in town. He told me I was destined to be the warrior who saves his kingdom. That I was the most powerful Godling to walk the Earth."
She could feel Dean's eyes on her face, but she didn't meet his gaze. She tipped the remaining whiskey down her throat and set the glass down.
"It's a lot of pressure for a thirteen-year-old, so I trained. I trained really, really hard," she chuckled and met his eyes.
"But, now I'm kind of a badass," she winked at him before refilling her whiskey.
"So what about you?" She lifted a brow at him.
"What about me?" Dean looked like a deer in headlights.
"I practically spilt my whole life to you, I think I deserve a little bit of spillage, Winchester." She smiled playfully at him.
He looked uneasy.
"Well, my mom died when I was real young. Sammy was just a baby." He paused. "A demon."
"I've spent almost my entire life hunting and protecting Sam."
"How did your dad die?" She whispered, trying to lessen the blow.
He clenched his jaw and looked into his glass. Sienna placed her hand lightly on his forearm, trying to let him know she understood. Dean relaxed beneath her touch and trapped her in his gaze as he whispered.
"Um, we we're hunting the demon that killed my mom and we were in a car accident. I was dying, so he traded the weapon we needed to kill the thing...and himself to save me."
Dean was obviously upset, but she didn't know what to say.
"Does...does it get better?" He whispered.
He looked into her eyes for the millionth time that night, but this time instead of amusement or even attraction, she saw sorrow.
"Not...better, but easier."
Dean sighed.
"This demon is powerful. He gives children psychic abilities. Sam is one of those children and a couple months ago...he had a fight to the death kind of challenge with all of them."
He bit his bottom lip before continuing.
"Sam was killed. Right in front of me and I...I'm supposed to protect him."
Her eyes widened and the hand on his arm tightened it's grip as she began understanding what he was telling her. Dean gave her a pleading look.
"I made a deal." He finished solemnly.
They sat in silence for a minute.
"You idiot," she whispered, looking at him sadly.
"I get that a lot," Dean smiled a crooked smile that took her breath away, but it didn't touch his eyes.
They were facing each other on the couch and when Sam walked in the door, they both jumped back. They must have started leaning toward each other sometime throughout their conversation and not noticed it. Sienna's cheeks burned with a light blush.
Sam looked between them with an eyebrow raised before setting down the fast food he'd gotten.
"What are we talking about?" He asked suspiciously.
"How Dean's an idiot," Sienna sighed.
"So you told her about the Gates?" Sam inquired.
Dean rubbed a hand down his face before replying.
"No, but you can," he grabbed a burger off the table.
Sam launched into the story about the Gates of Hell while Sienna sat there eating, halfway stunned into silence. After the story, both boys looked like puppies she was about to kick off her porch. It was obvious they blamed themselves.
"You know," she started quietly, "one thing I've learned from the study of my people..." she used air-quotes around 'my people', making them both smirk.
"It's that great heroes never have an easy journey. Some Gods are against you, some Gods are rooting for you...but you'll always make a mistake. Or loads of them- I mean, look at Odysseus or Hercules. Greatest heroes of all time, yet; they made mistakes that killed people or even themselves."
"But they didn't stop." She met both of their eyes separately. "You can't stop."
"We won't," Sam replied, looking almost vengeful. She smiled at him, but her eyes swept over to the older Winchester. She was worried he'd be reckless, now that she knew he's a dead man walking. Just in the hours she'd known the brothers, she was fond of them.
They had a bond she envyed and, whether they knew it or not, she was sure they played major roles in what was to come in her future. Zeus warned her of the trials she'd face when he swore she'd save them all.
"Sienna?" Dean waved his hand in front of her face.
"Hmm?" She asked, pulled out of her thoughts.
"You said earlier that there are more people like you."
"Yeah," she shrugged, "No telling, really, how many there are. Some might not even know."
Sam made a confused face.
"But your eyes glow and you literally shoot lightning out of your body- how could someone not know?"
"The abilities of Godlings aren't distributed...evenly." She frowned. "Others aren't as gifted as I am."
"So, what about the ones you've met?" Dean asked.
"Well, the Athena girl was just a brainiac. She had like 3 Harvard degrees by 24. But the Posideon kid was almost, if not, as powerful as me."
Sam raised his eyebrows at that. "Do you keep in touch with them?"
She made a nervous face. "No, we try to stay away from each other, actually. The God's moods affects ours, so when two Gods don't like each other..."
"Neither do you, " Dean finished, nodding.
Sam cracked a smile. "You seem like you have experience in that department."
She pursed her lips. "The son of Posiedon. Our dads are brothers. A part of the big three in Greek mythology. They...butt heads. And so did we. Within twenty minutes of knowing each other we were fighting. If it wasn't for my mom, we might have killed each other." She shrugged a shoulder.
"Did he have any crazy mojo, like you?" Dean sounded tired.
"He could control water as long as he was in it. It would also heal him- making it incredibly hard to actually hurt him. But, as long as I'm calling on my father's power, I'm just as hard to hurt. We were at an impasse." She smiled.
"So...as long as we're with you, we have Zeus' blessing?" Sam asked with a grin on his face.
"I think that's safe to say," Sienna laughed at the younger Winchester.
...
It was about four o'clock in the morning now and everyone was fighting sleep.
"I've got spare bedrooms in the back, guys," Sienna said through a yawn.
"Follow me."
She ushered them both to the back of the house and pointed out the spare bathroom. Sam hoped up quick to take a shower.
She showed Dean where the extra towels and blankets were before she turned to head back to her own bedroom.
She was leaning against the door frame watching him as he sat on the edge of the bed. She smiled sweetly at him.
"Good night, Dean," she murmured before turning.
"Wait, Sienna," He called after her before she took a step in the opposite direction.
She turned back around and raised an eyebrow, giving him a quizzical expession.
He looked slightly embarrassed. She smiled to herself and walked in, plopping down on the bed next to him. He looked down at her and she smiled the same inquisitive smile she had earlier, trying to get him to say whatever it is he needed to say.
"Did you really mean that earlier? About the Greek heroes, I mean?" He didn't take his intense gaze off of her.
"Of course I did. I wouldn't say something I don't mean."
He pursed his lips and she took notice of just how tired he really was.
"You're tired, Dean," she stood, "Go to sleep."
He stood too, now they were inches from each other. Sienna's heart started beating erratically and when she took a deep breath, he was all she could smell.
He looked down at her, bringing their faces that much closer. Sienna could feel the gold start to shine through her eyes with the increase in her heart rate. Dean took notice of this and one corner of his mouth pulled up into a sly smile.
"You could stay..." His voice had dropped huskily and it only made her heart beat harder.
She considered his offer, resting a hand on his toned chest.
Her eyes were fully ablaze now.
"Not this time, Winchester," she winked.
Dean smiled. "This time?"
She walked towards the door, feeling his eyes on her back the whole time.
She turned, one hand on the door frame.
"Sleep tight, Dean," she bit her lip lightly and kept walking.
Butterflies were erupting in her stomach as she walked away from him.
One thing was for sure- her and Dean were going to have an interesting relationship.