I don't SPN or any of its stars. I do own Athena and the Idea. This is just a flashback, and how and why she went on the road with them. Reviews are welcome!
Chapter Two:
22 Years ago:
I stood beside Sammy's crib as it entered the room. Even for six-year-old, I knew it wasn't human whatever it was. It stood in the doorway for a few seconds before walking into the room. When I went to open my mouth to scream, he hushed me. "It's okay, child. I won't hurt you." He gave an evil smile. "That is of course, you keep quiet." I nodded, for fear I might die, or worse, Sam might die. "Shhh," He murmured as he pulled out something shinny and sharp. A knife. He cut his wrist and held it over Sammy's head. I watched in horrid fascination as the blood fell between Sammy's baby lips, and as it smiled even bigger, and even more evil.
That's when he quickly turned my way, and before I could move, he did the same thing, except that he made me drink more. Quickly he let me go and shoved me away. I ran out of the room, and back into mine and under the blankets. I shook, I was so scared. I wiped my lips,cheeks, and chin trying to get the blood off. Even then, I didn't want to remember it. I wanted to forget it. But when I heard the screaming not even ten minutes later, I knew this wasn't something I could forget, ever.
I ran out of the room, and down to Sammy's nursery, with Dean on my heels. I stopped at the nursery door, and watched in fear as I saw my mom on the ceiling, bleeding and burning. "Athena! Take Sam," Dad said as he quickly shoved Sammy into my arms. "Take Dean and Sam. Now go!" He yelled and I didn't think twice, neither did Dean. He latched onto my arm, and I held tighter to Sammy as I ran down the stairs as fast as I could. When we finally got outside, we stopped for air. Dean wrapped his arms around my waist, and buried his head into my shoulder.
"It'll be okay," I murmured and kissed Sammy's head. I then turn my head and kiss Dean's head. "I'll make it be," I murmured right before dad ran out, and at a run grabbed us up in his arms. I watched as the nursery window blew out, and ducked my head into my father's shoulder to avoid getting hit by the glass. Dean still had a hold of me, and I could feel him crying. I think we all knew, even Sammy, that then our lives would never be the same.
Present Time:
We all sat at Bobby's house, around his living room. I had stretched out across the couch, with Dean at the end, my feet in his lap. Sam sat on the floor, his back to the couch, and had ahold of my hand, playing with the rings I had on. It was as if they we're afraid to let me go, as if I'd disappear. I'd taken out the contacts, and had kicked off my boots. They hadn't asked the question yet, and I hoped they never would. It was something I couldn't answer, not yet anyways.
I still had to protect them for as long as I could. I quickly read both of their minds. She's been gone so long, it's like my mother abandoned me. That was Sammy's. I turned Dean's way. Where did she go? Why did she have to leave Sam and I? I shuddered and quickly turned it off. I never ever used my powers not unless I had to. I just wanted to know what they were thinking. I turned my head toward Bobby as he sat watching us on the couch. He sat behind an old worn out desk that was now clean.
I'd cleaned it last night. I'd cleaned the rest of the house top to bottom when I moved in, and the only thing he didn't let me clean was that desk. Until I'd bugged him so much he'd let me. I looked at the watch on left wrist. It was almost five in the morning. "So, what are you doing in Sioux anyways?" I asked. They still hadn't told us, we'd spent a lot of the time catching up. Dean staying with dad while Sam went off to Stanford to get his degree. He was going to become a lawyer, but when Jessica died, he didn't go back. They were on a search for dad, following his trail across the country. So far, they had nothing. That's why they'd come to Bobby's, to see if he could help.
There wasn't much Bobby could do, and I could tell that irritated Dean. My eyes started to droop, when what Dean said had them wide open. "We're going back home after we get some rest. Sam had a vision that something was going on there, and we've hit the road for a lot less." Dean said, leaning his head back against the couch. That's when I knew that I had to go with them, protect them the best I could. It was already starting for Sam, and I had to do something.
"I'm coming."