I don't SPN, but I do own Athena and the idea. Reviews are welcome! What do you think about this chapter? Did it go too fast? I didn't want it to be too long, so I ended it where I ended it. And if your reading the Winchester girls, I should be uploading a story tomorrow.
Chapter Three:
We hit the road around noon that day. I slipped sunglasses on my eyes as the harsh sun hit them. Squinting, I made my way across the gravel to the impala. I wanted to drive my car, but the boys wouldn't let me, insisting I had to ride with them. My hair swished across my back with every step. I'd pulled it up for the hunt. "Come on Athena," Dean called out leaning out the driver's side window, that crooked smile on his face.
Sighing, I picked up the pace, moving silently over the gravel. Hunters learned to move silently, or die. Throwing the duffel bag I had over my shoulder in the back-seat, I climbed in after it, closing the door in just enough time for Dean to speed out off the driveway, spewing gravel towards the house. "Bobby will get mad if you break his windows," I muttered under my breath. I settled in for the ride, figuring I might as well as get some shut-eye.
I stood in an abandoned warehouse, yellow eyes by my side. There in the middle of the warehouse, stood a woman in her mid thirties. She was battered and bruised, her clothes torn and bloodied. My punching bag. "Please don't hurt me," She pleaded with me, tears streaming down her face. My heart wrenched, and I promised myself that I would try to help her in any way I could. I wanted to help people, not hurt them. I looked back at yellow eyes, and silently begged him, though I knew that it would amount to nothing.
"Do it, Athena." He demanded harshly. I silently shook my head. I couldn't hurt this woman again. "Do it!" He screamed. Suddenly my head was filled with a thousand and one ways my brothers could be killed. My knees hit the floor, and I grabbed my head. The last and final death for both of them was at the hand of me. "Stop," I sobbed. I couldn't take it anymore. "Stop!" I screamed.
I threw my hands out, to throw yellow eyes into the wall. But when I looked up, Sam and Dean were both staring at me. "Bad dreams?" He asked, concerned. "No, I dreamed about unicorn's and lollipops." I snapped. I looked into his eyes to see him faintly hurt. "I'm sorry, it was a nightmare. One that keeps coming to me and won't go away. What'd you hear?" I asked, swinging my legs off of the seat, and sitting up. "All we heard was a moaned 'stop', then you screamed it, flung your arms out, then woke up." Sam said, giving me a smile that told me I was forgiven. "What was it about, anyways?" Dean asked. I shrugged. "Nothing, really. Where are we?" I asked, looking at the deserted highway we were parked on.
"We're a few miles out side of Lawrence. Figured we would wake you up before we got there, but you woke yourself up." Dean said, turning the impala back on and got back on the two lane black top. I rubbed at my eyes, and yawned. A few moments later, I saw the sign; "Welcome To Lawrence Kansas." It brought memories back. We drove through town, and memories flashed across my mind. Eating at the diner on the corner with mom and dean, me sitting beside mom and Dean beside dad.
The auto shop where dad worked, where he brought me to work with him several times, me sitting on the roof of a car, while he worked under the hood. I jerked my line of vision from the shop, tears welling up in my eyes. That's when we pulled up in front of the house, and I was sucked into the past. "Hut!" Dad yelled, passing Dean the football. Running a few feet, he then passed the ball to me. "Athena, go for a touchdown!" Dean yelled. The touchdown area was the fence a half a yard from me. I looked back to see Dean trying to stop Dad from getting the ball.
It was Dean and me against dad. Dad broke hold of Dean's hold, and I ran for my life. But, he caught up to me, and yanked me into his arms. "Lunch!" Mom called out the back-door, Sammy in her arms. "Lets call it a tie, huh?" Dad asked as he swung Dean up into his other arm. "Okay, Daddy." I said with a giggle. "I love you, Daddy." I said, looking up into his eyes. "I love you too, Ant." "Don't call me ant!" I yelled.
"Athena!" Sam yelled, and I jumped. "Yeah?" I asked as I stepped out of the car to stand by them. "We've been standing here for five minutes waiting for you to get out of the car." Dean said, his eyes scanning the area warily. "Well, let's get this over with," I muttered, walking up to the front door. I knocked three times, and woman opened the door. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a baby on her hip. I looked back at Sam, and he nodded. "Yes, my name is Athena, and these are my brothers Sam and Dean." I said pointing to each one in turn. She smiled. "We used to live here, and was wondering if we could see the place one last time." I gave a genuine smile, as she stepped back and let us into the house.
I looked into each room, and each brought back memories. The kitchen where I ate dinner every night, the living room where Dean and I would watch cartoons in the mornings. The stairs I fell down and broke my arm on. She led us upstairs, and we stopped at a girls room. The walls were a light purple, and there was no burn marks on the ceiling. This was Sam's nursery. This is where it all ended, where it all began. I was pulled out of my thoughts when Dean began his routine questioning. "Any cold spots? Smell of something weird, like sulfur?" He asked, and received a very odd look from the woman who I now knew was named Jennifer.
"No, nothing like that," She murmured. "Scratching?" He asked, and she nodded. "Just rats," She said, placing the child on her hip in a porta-crib in the kitchen. "Mommy, tell them about the thing that lives in my closet." The little girl at the table had fear in her eyes. "There's nothing in your closet honey, remember? It was just a dream." Her mother reassured her. "We'll leave now," I said, giving Jennifer a smile and patted the little girl on the head. "Bad dreams can't hurt you honey." I murmured, and tried to give a reassuring smile. The only thing that can hurt you is the things that go bump in the night.
We left there shortly after that, and pulled into at rest stop. "If this was a regular job, what would we do?" Sam asked, leaning against the car. I sat in the drivers seat, the door open, my legs hanging out, elbow on my legs, head in hands. "We would dig into the past," Dean replied from his post leaning his arms on the roof of the car. "Except we already know the past, we already know what happened. Maybe to find out what's happening now, we have to find out what happened then." I said lifting my head. "Well that one guy in auto shop said after mom died, dad went to a psychic. Maybe, if we find out which one, we can go talk to them." Dean said. We'd went to ask around after leaving the house, a routine deal.
"Lets see," Sam said going over to a pay phone and flipping thorough the phone book. "Missouri Mosley," He said, looking up. "Where have I heard that name before?" Dean asked, reaching in for dad's journal. He flipped a few pages in a read, "'Went to Missouri today, and I found out the truth.'" He said looking up at Sam. "I always thought he meant the state," Sam nodded, then ripped the page out of the phone book. "While you call her, I got to take a leak." He said, turning away from the car and walking towards the bathrooms that was lined outside the gas station.
"I've got to go too," I said, standing up and following him. My boots were silent on the pavement, and I stopped at the corner of the building to hear, "Dad, we're in Lawrence. There's something in our old house. I really need your help on this one," I could hear the tears in his voice. When he hung up the phone, he turned and ran into to me. "Athena," He said gruffly. "Oh, Dean." I said, wrapping my arms around his torso. It took him a minute, but he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "It's going to be okay," I murmured, the sound of my voice muffled by his t-shirt. "I hope so," Dean replied.
We showed up to Missouri's an hour later. She invited us in, and we stood in her living room in front of her. She pulled me into her arms. "Oh! Athena, I'm so sorry," She murmured hugging me closer. She finally let go and grabbed Sam's hand. "Oh, and your Jessica." She said, tears in her eyes. I didn't even want to know how she did that. We sat down on the couch. "Don't put your feet on my coffee table! I'll whack you with a spoon!" She yelled at Dean. He gave a surprised look, then opened his mouth to protest. "You were thinking about it, and don't you curse at me!" She yelled again, and Dean decided to keep to himself.
"So you think there's something back in your old house?" She asked. I nodded. '"Yeah, scratching. Like a ghost." I said.
It was few hours later after Missouri had toured the house, and confirmed there was a nasty poltergeist in the house we were making something in the walls to protect the house. "So we're going to bust her walls and put these in there?" Dean asked held one up. Missouri nodded. "She'll just love holes in her walls." Sam muttered. "She'll be safe," was all Missouri said.
Once we got to the house, we each took a floor. I stood next to Sam in Jennifer's room, a shot-gun full of rock salt in my hands. Sam stood at the wall, tapping it, trying to find a place between the boards. "Hurry up, Sammy." I said uneasily, looking around the room. "Okay, okay," He said, and as he raised the axe, a cord wound its way around my throat. "Sammy!" I gasped, as the shotgun hit the floor, then I hit my knees. He turned around, and dropped the axe and bag full of the remedy to the floor, forgotten. "Ant!" He yelled, pulling at the wire, but it was no use. "DEAN!" He screamed, yanking at the wire like a mad man.
Little black dots started to cloud my vision, and I knew then that I was dying. "Sammy," I mouthed, and collapsed into his arms. My fingers were going numb, and I finally let go of the wire, excepting that I was going to die. "DEAN!" He screamed one last time, his fingers captured between the wire and my neck. "Sammy?" Dean yelled as he took in the scene before him. "ANT!" Dean screamed, running and kicking a hole in the wall and shoving the bag in. I gasped for breath. Sam unwound what I saw was the lamp cord from around my neck. I coughed, and rubbed my neck. Sam clutched me to his chest.
We stood in the kitchen, all of us rubbing our cuts and bruises. "It's done," Missouri murmured looking around the messed up kitchen as Jennifer came in with the kids, taking in the kitchen. "Dean was just getting ready to clean this up," Missouri said with a smile. Dean threw her a sharp look. "What are you waiting for? Get the broom!" She ordered.
We all sat out in the impala outside Jennifer's house. Sam still had a gut feeling it wasn't done, so here we waited. "The only problem I have with this, is that I could be sleeping in a more comfortable place right now," Dean said, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the seat. "It's happening. Dean, it's happening!" Sam yelled as he jumped from the car, and making a mad dash from the car. I also saw it. Jennifer banging on the window in her room, screaming for help.
