That's A Real Life Bronze Age Priestess Sammy

Chapter 8

From the moment Crowley showed up at their motel door, Dean could feel the irritation bubbling inside of him. It wasn't necessarily even directed at Crowley, not completely that is. Just the sight of him was enough to bring back all the memories of what he had been a few days ago, and more importantly he was reminded of all the things he had done. The really not good things. He had never been arbiter on morality, just look at his lifestyle. However he has some restraints. He always did. There is a line inside his head that he will not and cannot let himself cross. For example, not killing his baby brother. Hurting Sammy has always been a dealbreaker. However during his brief, and thank god it was brief, time as a demon, there were no lines. Some would say that such a situation would feel quite freeing, except that's not how it was, because he didn't feel much during that time. He didn't feel anything really. Even the overindulgence in the alcohol and sex, didn't make him feel anything. Which doesn't make any sense. What was the point of doing those things, if he was not getting anything out of it? He ended up doing them, because he could. They were just whims. Just random thoughts swirling inside his head. But no, he did feel something. Only one thing. Anger. He could always feel that. And with every passing day, he wasn't sure if the anger part was because of simply being a demon. Because the anger was still there. Buried deep inside, but always there. Just lurking beneath his skin. A constant presence. Like the Mark really. One word that comes to his mind whenever he looks at his arm these days, is that it looks angry. It certainly feels that way. Like there was a leak, and the anger was slowly and steadily seeping inside of him. Now the question was how long would it be for it to completely fill him up? Even now, maybe it wasn't irritation he was feeling, rather it was that very same anger.

They watched Crowley watch the video. And then he watched it again. And again. He was going to replay it once again, when Dean snapped and told him actually start talking. "This is certainly quite a conundrum you boys have gotten into, because those demons showing up is bad news for all of us." He played the video one again and then paused it, on the face of one of the demons. "He is very bad news. He and the others are not even supposed to be in America."

"Who is he?" asked Dean and Sam together.

"A Knight of Hell." Dean could feel his blood turn cold. After glancing at Sam and Muwatti, he could see that they were feeling the same dread as well. If Crowley saw it, then he had decided to ignore it. Or maybe he was feeling the same, since he seemed to be losing some of that classic smugness and sat down with them at the table, before continuing, "When Cain left the Knights for a chance at domesticity, the remaining Knights got split in different factions, and they decided to basically divvy up the planet among themselves. Abaddon got Americas and he and the others got the rest. The rest of the Knights hated Abaddon's guts, and unlike her were smart enough to not go after Cain. That might be the reason he never went after the others spread across the world. Anyway, each and every one of them respected the terms of the treaty, until today. But then again now that Abaddon is truly dead, it's all up for grabs isn't it?" He said while pointing towards the Mark on Dean's arm. "Is there any alcohol here?" Sam interrupted Crowley to ask what was the Knight's name. "Zagan. And he is a deceitful bastard. Always hoped our paths would never cross. And I was serious about the alcohol, I wouldn't even mind your cheap swill." Sam got up to get a bottle of beer, if only to shut him up.

When Sam joined them once more, Muwatti asked, "But why would Zagan show up at the same museum where Dean freed me?" Was he looking specifically for her, was the part she had left unsaid. The brothers were thinking the same thing. If only they knew what connects the magic of the Mark and Muwatti's curse. Another question rambling around Dean's mind was, did the other Knights know about her ability to control him, and effectively control the First Blade? And here he had been thinking that just worrying about the demon in front of him was bad enough.

Crowley, who was visibly regretting asking for their beer, answered, "Clearly something happened between the magic of your curse and the magic of the Mark, currently on squirrel's arms. What we have to keep in mind is that all forms of magic have a fixed set of rules, both in terms of their origins and function. Understand the rules and you can get all the answers. However the truth is that we have no idea about either magic involved here. Unfortunately to do that we're going to need an incredibly powerful witch and I hate dealing with them, and their hot for Satan fantasies. Besides, powerful witches are kind of hard to come by these days."

But did they want Crowley to know anything about this?

"And also the fact that princess here has magical blood."

"What the fuck?" exclaimed Same and Dean. At the same time Muwatti said in a calm voice "Why do you keep calling me that?"

"Because you are one. Or you used to be when your empire wasn't a giant dilapidated rubble." Both the brothers had to turn and face each other to truly make sure that they were being ignored. Yup, they were. Just like Castiel had when he first saw her. "On a serious note, the reason I know about you is that both you and your mother are a type of urban legend." He must have forgotten that he hates their beer, because he took a sip from the bottle, and winced. "Your mother was such a powerful priestess that she was able to ward off an entire city from any demon or monsters. But especially angels. I even heard that archangels themselves came down on from Heaven to have a go at it, but failed to even make a dent and had to go back defeated. They truly were desperately searching for a way to get to your mother. "He turned to face Dean and said, "I'm surprised your little boyfriend didn't tell you much, considering the fact he was also sent to look over both of them. She was a descendent of several generations of priestesses. And so are you. Ishtar's favourite High Priestess, right? Didn't she gave you a blessing?"

Nothing about this conversation was sitting well with her. "That can't possibly be important."

"What was it?" This time it was Sam that asked her. Quite angrily if he might add. After pausing for some time, she continued, "All Alhuesragals received a blessing by their respective goddesses when their initiation gets completed. Inara blessed my mother with the protection against wild animals. And Ishtar blessed me with being immune from the effects of any alcohol. I'm not sure how many wild animals anni avoided encountering but for me drinking water and drinking any amount of that," she said pointing towards the beer bottles currently on the table, "would have the same effect on me."

"Wait a minute,"Dean had to interrupt, "How is that a blessing?"

"I did ask myself that exact question several points in my life. Once I decided to finish off every alcohol filled clay pot in the temple, just to test that."

"Then what happened?"

"Nothing happened Dean. That was the problem. Anyway, are we really to believe that it was my magical blood is the reason behind all of this?"

"Well it may have played a part." said Sam, "Even before you got cursed the angels were interested in you and your mother. It might even be the reason behind both of your disappearances."

"That reminds me," said Crowley, "It wasn't just that the two of you had disappeared and no one could tell why or how. But more importantly neither of you showed up anywhere, Hell or Heaven, which meant neither of you was dead. Angels actually raided Hell, in the hopes of finding your mother. Just like they did it when you disappeared. That's why your name was so familiar to me. The only other time angels showed up in Hell and were willing to walk amongst all the demons, was when they had to bring back a certain righteous man from dead."

Why the fuck is finding answers to their various and varied problems never a simple task?

The reason the angels were willing to go through such lengths to get Dean back all those years ago, was so that they could start the freaking Apocalypse. What were they planning to do with her and her anni?

Sam must have been thinking the same thing. If he was reading the worry line son his face correctly. However more than just worry, Dean could sense something else on his little brother's face. He raised that kid, and despite being a child himself, he could always tell precisely what was going on in Sam's mind by simply looking at his face. And right now, the younger Winchester was making the face he made whenever he was about to do something extremely stupid and would thoroughly piss off Dean.

Crowley left pretty much soon after that. And just like he felt after every time he talked to him, he regretted his decision to ever do so immediately. All three of them were so preoccupied over what they had learned that they couldn't even talk much after that. Between the whole Kate thing and now this conversation with the King of Hell, he had no idea whether to call this day a success or not. Zagan might know something about Muwatti and her magical blood, but does he know about the rest. Having nothing to add, they decided to turn in for the night. They had to leave tomorrow early in the morning. No idea where. He just wanted to leave. Even though he fully knew, that it wasn't the place that was making him feel that way and no amount of driving will change that.

And like always, he slipped in his dreams only to find himself in the ancient Hittite city that was increasingly becoming familiar to him. But this time something was different. Because this time Muwatti didn't appear behind him, rather she was already standing in front of him, with a shocked expression in her face. He even pointed this out to her that she never did such a thing and asked her why the change.

"That's because we're not alone this time." Was her only reply. She looked past Dean and was staring at something behind him. And when he turned around he came face to face with Sam standing right in middle of Hattusa with them.

"So Sammy, accidentally ate some dream root lately?"

Try as I might, this one night doesn't seem to end and all three of them are just doing whatever they please. This is a short chapter but seemed right to end it here. Will update soon.