That's A Real Life Bronze Age Priestess Sammy

Chapter 2

"You call that mercy?" roared Dean. "Imagine you spend your whole life hunting down the guy that knifed your father. When you finally find him... He whips you like a dog. How do you think that feels?" he asked with an evil smirk on his face. Which in the dark just made him look….well demonic really. "That kid's gonna spend his whole life knowing that he had his shot and that he couldn't beat me. That ain't mercy. That's the worst thing I could have done to him. And what I'm gonna do to you, Sammy... Well, that ain't gonna be mercy, either."

"You know what Dean…..- Just shut up. Jerk." Came Sam's feeble retort. If the mistreatment of the Impala wasn't an indication, the fact that he didn't get a 'Bitch' in return simply highlighted how dark Dean had gone. Having done the demon curing ritual only once, he had no idea what to really expect. Would the Mark make things more difficult? Dean was relatively a newer demon, does that make the ritual easier if the demon is not centuries old like Crowley or would the newness make him more resilient against it? He wasn't going to get any answers until he began the damn process, and obsessing over all the different ways it could go all wrong or drowning himself in doubt was not going to help Dean or anyone. Certainly not when one was driving in the middle of the night with only one good hand and a demon in the backseat.

Just to give his sanity some relief, he decided to turn his attention towards the other occupant in the car besides the Winchesters, who hadn't said a word since they left Crowley and also an unconscious Cole behind in that alley, now that he thought about it. "You said your name was Muwatti right?" inquired Sam. "And you've been under a curse and were locked inside a…. What was it again?"

"She was sealed inside a clay tablet that I knocked it over and smashed it in the museum-"

"I was serious about shutting up" interrupted Sam. "Fine. Clay tablet. For thousands of years. How did that happen?"

"I…..well I do not know much about it." Came her reply in a whisper. Sam had to really concentrate to hear anything. Which wasn't a bad thing, considering it kept his mind away from thinking about his demon brother in the back. "Before I was sealed inside the tablet, I was attacked by someone and lost consciousness, never saw their face. When I woke up the ritual had already started, I could make out some chanting but I was still too fuzzy to make out anything."

"Chanting? What kind of ritual locks people up in tablets through chanting?" he enquired. Once a mystery presented itself he couldn't help himself but go around poking it with a stick. "More importantly, if you were cursed and have been locked inside a tablet for over three thousand years how can you able to speak English?" Even if it meant overwhelming the mystery with too many questions and not giving her a moment to answer them.

However it seemed that she decided to go with it, or maybe she thought she didn't really have a choice. "I could still hear everything while inside it." she answered back. "Most of the time it was absolute silence. However more than a hundred years ago archaeologists excavated the tablet in Hattusa. Where I used to live. They did know that the script was Cuneiform but none of them could read Hittite."

"The Bronze Age Hittites? So you are an actual Hittite?" he speculated.

"I told you didn't I?" Dean asked Muwatti, "This one was going to go mental over all the questions he has for you." His brother's judgemental tone from the backseat didn't even register as Muwatti tried to answer Sam's questions before he could interrupt her again with another one.

"Yes Dean, you did warn me. And yes Sam, Bedřich called it the Bronze Age as well and my people are the Hittites. Were the Hittites."

"Who's Bedřich?" he enquired.

"Bedřich Hrozný led the excavation when it all first began and eventually would decipher the language." she replied. "The very first word he figured out came from my tablet. That is how I learned to speak your languages, by listening to a Czech translate Hittite into English for his German colleagues. Also the museum tours. More they did it, more I ended up learning. It does mean that I can't read anything. I had never even seen the letters until I was out."

"That's brilliant. Truly brilliant." he marvelled. "You managed to learn a completely different language system simply by just listening to people translating ancient texts."

"There wasn't much to do in there." she pointed out. "Picking up languages for a hundred years was a welcome change when compared to listening to all the rats and insects around me for thousands more. Or even listening to my entire civilisation fade away and every single person I knew simply die out." When she got quiet again, Sam snuck a peak at her before turning away. The look on her face spoke volumes. He has encountered all kinds of supernatural creations since he was a child, things that were simply legends and nightmares for the rest of the world. But a person from the past was truly a wonder for him. There were so many more questions he wanted to ask her, not to mention was the whole thing really a coincidence that after all that time it would be a Winchester, who'd smash the tablet and break the curse. Again he turned looked at her, if only from the corner of his eyes.

A part of him recognised that look. His impatience to get to the Bunker as soon as possible couldn't possibly compare to what she would have felt in that tablet. Having no idea about the whom, why, or for how much longer. All alone. For three thousands years.

"You really have no idea how you ended up in that thing?" he asked.

"No." she replied. "It - whatever it was - happened too fast." She let out a laugh before continuing. "During the initial days out here, it felt like I have finally gone mad due to the isolation and my insane mind has come up all of this." she said while waving at Dean. "But even with all the imagination of A'as - the Hittite goddess of wisdom and knowledge -" she quickly replied when she intuitively knew what his next question was going to be, before continuing on, "I still could not have come up with these things."

"Things?"

"All of the things Sam. This whole world of just things." she said in an incredulous tone while pointing all around the car. "You have this thing so much faster than any horse that can take from one place to another at a consistent high speed as long as there is land. Or another thing to talk to anyone in the world as long as they also have a thing with them as well, which as far as I can tell everyone has that thing. And Dean told me there are things that can fly like birds with people inside of them and take them across the mountains and oceans."

Sam bursted out laughing. It was a deep belly laugh that shook his entire body, left him breathless, and brought tears to his eyes. He barely managed to keep the car on the road and keep the tears at bay. But her raw observations of the world around her was just too innocent and hilarious. He couldn't remember when was the last time he would have laughed like that. Even Dean let out a chuckle or two. After catching his breath he pointed out to her that all of those things really did have names.

She huffed in annoyance and said, "Of course I know that they have names Sam. Need I remind you I have only been out for less than a month. And when I wasn't rendered speechless after witnessing the marvels of modern technology, I was left numb with fear as I always surrounded by demons. You are the first human I have been allowed to talked to, since I was released. The very first thing I saw was this one black eyed thing," she said while pointing at Dean, "killing all the other black eyed things. It would only be later that I 'd come to understand that black eyed things mean demons." She then turned her attention towards Sam and said, "So apologies if I don't know the name of each and every one of the million things available here. Not to mention to actually know how they could possible exist and work. Like what happens to the flying things when they reach the edge of the world ?"

Despite Sam's herculean effort, another deep belly aching laugh escaped him. This time he couldn't stop the tears from escaping. It was only a miracle that the car (or the faster than a horse thing) didn't leap off the road. However Muwatti didn't have much appreciation for his reaction, if the displeased expression on her face was anything to go by. But how can he really be blamed, because this time he definitely heard Dean openly laughing as well. After calming down once again, he tried to explain that the planes as they were called, were safe from falling off as the world was round.

The look of displeasure quickly turned to one of amazement and disbelief, leading her to repeating his words back at him.

"Yes. The world is round. Like a giant orb or ball." He made a fist to demonstrate this.

Her dark eyes zoned in on his fist and looked at it as it had personally offended her somehow. However before he could apologise on behalf of his offending hand, she turned around to look at his brother and began scolding him. Proper scolding him. It was truly a weird sight for him to witness. There weren't many people left alive on this planet who could get away with that sort of behaviour with Dean Winchester. Yet here was this tiny woman in a shirt way too big for her, which made her even tinier somehow, reprimanding the Demon Dean. Granted she out-aged him by several several centuries.

"I don't get it why are you mad?"

"I'm mad because I know what strippers and strips clubs are because of you, but in all that time we have been together, you couldn't even mention once that the world is round ." This time she made her own fist and added "Basically a giant orb."

Sam couldn't help but try to catch his brother's expression in the rear view mirror. The man/demon looked like a dear caught in headlight, who barely managed to splutter out a reply, "I can't be blamed for that. Do you realise how vast the scope of the things I needed to cover for you to make any sense of anything? It's practically endless. I tried my best."

"In that case, your best can never be considered good enough sadly."

Muwatti clearly had no interest in hearing the rest of his excuse, as she spun back to face the front of the car, and let out an irritated sigh. However Dean continued on as if she wasn't blatantly ignoring him, until she asked him to stop talking. And amazingly he did. Even though it was obvious from his face in the mirror that he would have liked to continue.

For a while everyone was silent, due to various reasons. Annoyance for Muwatti. Anger for Dean. And just plain amazement for Sam. He decided to stretch out the silence for a little while longer, if only to gather his thoughts and frame his next words very carefully, as it was a valid fear he would piss off both of his travelling companions and push them over the edge. After taking a few deep breaths, he asked if she ever tried to escape the demons.

"I was safe with Dean."

"She was absolutely safe with me, little brother."

Both of them spoke at the same time. His gravelly voice and her melodic tone almost overlapping each other. Sam wanted to ask them if they that rehearsed this before. Wait a minute is that how people feel when they're talking to the Winchester brothers. But he decided to proceed with the more reasonable one. "What made you think that a demon would keep you safe?"

Dean was clearly gearing up to say something, but before he could utter one word, Muwatti interrupted him by saying, "When Dean broke the tablet and released me, something else happened. Something between the magic inside the tablet and the magic of the Mark."

"What does the Mark have to do with you?" asked Sam.

"Nothing." came Dean's reply. "When I knocked down the display in the museum and touched the smashed up tablet, just touched it mind you, the Mark started burning and then there was a flash. Almost blinded me outright. The curse didn't break because the tablet was broken, for some reason the Mark undid the magic binding her to it and released her."

"How do you know it was the Mark? Why would the Mark do anything like that?"

"I don't know Sam." said Muwatti. "Neither of us know the how or why. But it could only have been the Mark." As she was saying this she raised her shirt and started to lower her tight past her hips. "Because the moment I was out and found myself on the floor I felt this intense burning right here on the side of my left thigh and this was there." Sam had to pull over on the side of the road, to see whatever she wanted to show him. As it was too dark, he had to turn on the flashlight on his phone and pointed the light where she was pointing. And right there at the outer side of her upper left thigh was what he swore a dark tattoo of the Mark.

So that's what Crowley meant when he said imprinted on each other.