That's A Real Life Bronze Age Priestess Sammy
Chapter 3
Since the curse had been broken and Muwatti had been released from the tablet, her wonder over this new world had been a constant part of her. Like the nose in one's vision, invisible until the moment one really thought about it and then, there it was. Like always. She also had to repeatedly remind herself this world wasn't a new one. The world, even in its round form, was the same, she's the one that has become the aberration. She should be dust right now, her ashes mixed in with those of her people and of her family amongst the red sands of Hattusa. Instead she is in a land an entire ocean away from everything she ever knew and stuck with two men, who decided to stop their very important journey to discuss their feelings. Which consisted of Sam trying to but then losing control over his facial expressions and Dean insulting and cutting his younger brother down with his words.
It greatly amused her that of all the things that would remain unchanged in the world it would be the people, or rather their nature. She was reminded of what her mother had told her long ago, that all the empires and all the civilisations are like sand dunes in the desert, they may move, they may get bigger, or one day they would be completely swept out of existence overnight, but the sand grains were human and specifically human nature, because no matter how strong you may be, you cannot crush sand. However if you're clever enough you can mould it in any shape you want. It all depended on how much you knew about human nature and if you wanted to survive you always had to know the most than anyone else. One of her many convoluted and complicated lessons, which would make sense only years later. But her anni's knowledge and lessons can neither protect her nor help her now. Didn't help anni either, cause she is dead. Just like her father and just like her brothers. So what exactly would be the point in thinking about them?
Muwatti turned her attention back to the Winchester brothers and couldn't help but chuckle silently to herself. Such strange creatures. How to figure them out? As a demon, Dean was the easiest, simply he was a dark swirl of apathy and base desires. No different from any other demon she met in the past month. Then there was Sam, and the stream of information didn't seem to stop with this one. It was obvious he would do anything for his brother and wasn't going to allow anything to stand in his way. Not even his own frazzled state. Although she completely understood that she certainly wasn't helping the poor man. She didn't know much about the what type of lives the Winchester brothers have lived up until now. How does a living human end up as a demon anyway? But looking at Sam, it was evident that he was a man who was used to facing troubles and was most comfortable when all his questions were answered at rapid speed.
After Sam saw the duplicate Mark on her he had to step out the and when it looked like he wasn't coming back any time soon she had to ask Dean what was his brother doing.
"You wanna to talk to me now?" which only made her smile. "Well he is making that weird face where he looks like he sucking on a lemon so he's probably in pain and wishing he had some pills for it. I wish he'd hurry up with the drive so that I can kill him when we reach the Bunker."
Was leaving the tablet worth it?
Sam's headache was killing him, and the painkillers and the Bunker were still so far away. And they were going to stay just as far away if he didn't go back in the car and started driving. As much he may want to ignore this new cluster fuck that they would have to deal with eventually, but right now Dean was the priority. He took a few more calming breaths, which not so surprisingly weren't helping, and he decided he was ready to get back in the car. He opened to door to the driving seat only to catch Muwatti say "Yes, the stars weren't in there."
"What did you say?"he asked her with an edge to his voice. Safe to say his impatience was running low to all things related to both of his travel companions.
"Clearly she's used to being all alone and hasn't gotten used to being around people again." Dean chimed in "So she talks to herself aloud. A lot. You'll learn to just go with it after a while."
"Clearly the two of you know a lot about each other and clearly have made an impression on each other. Or rather imprinted on each other." Sam retorted. However neither of them were going to engage with him in his current state. Dean was laying back on the seat and was nonchalantly looking outside the window, whereas Muwatti was looking at her hands, absentmindedly tracing and retracing the eight pointed star tattoos on them. And he couldn't help himself but ask her about them.
"There are the symbols of Ishtar, the goddess of war and love."she explained and continued on "I got them when I was ten and was made her High Priestess." Turns out this was brand new information for Dean cause he exclaimed out "You're a real life Bronze Age priestess? Why didn't you tell me?"
"High Priestess actually. And exactly when was I supposed to share this with you, in the middle of your horrible singing maybe? The only reason I only ended up becoming one was because my father wanted to marry me off against my mother's wishes. Which is why she took me to the temple to keep me away from atti and his guards. And once the initiation ceremony was over and I had become the Alhuesragal, no one could take me away because the temple guards were under clear instructions to cut off the hands of any man who would dare touch me as well as they would be angering the goddess."
"Wasn't your father mad after that?" Questioned Sam.
"I'm sure he was. Atti lost out on my bride price after all." She continued to elaborate "However my anni was the Tawananna or the Chief Priestess of all the Hittites, the most powerful woman in the empire, not to mention incredibly wealthy, which meant atti wasn't going to do anything. Not that it made a difference in the end, I had plenty of half-sisters, and the other party was only interested in arranging a marriage with the emperor's daughter, didn't really matter which one they got. It was mother who decided that it wasn't going to be her only daughter."
"Wait a minute," interrupted Sam. "If the emperor was your father, then who was your mother exactly?"
"Anni was the Tawananna as well as the empress. She was Empress Henti. And her husband was my father, Emperor Suppiluliumas. Why is that confusing for you?" She asked Sam when saw the dumfounded expression on his face and turned around to look back at Dean, only to find the same expression on his and added "For both of you?"
Sam looked up towards the rearview mirror to catch his brother's eyes, "Dean, that's a goddamn Bronze Age princess."
"As well as a real life Bronze Age priestess, Sammy."
"High Priestess actually." corrected Muwatti.
Atti - Father
Alhuesra - Priestess
Alhuesragal - High Priestess
Tawananna - Chief Priestess