That's A Real Life Bronze Age Priestess Sammy

Chapter 11

(You're losing control alil.)

Muwatti felt like she was standing in the middle of a storm.

(Princesses are not supposed to lose. My daughter is not supposed to lose.)

Except she was dreaming and the storm was in her mind, and the wind, rain, lightening, and thunder attacking her, were her own memories.

(Your memories of him, you mean.)

A tingle at the back of her neck told her that Dean was about to enter this tempest of her own creation. But she ended up doing exactly what she has been doing for the past two nights, since that enlightening night, she pushed him out.

(Of course, can't have the tall one with sparkling eyes seeing all of this. He'll either end up thinking you're insane or worse, end up pitying you.)

Why did the Mark release her, and in this manner? Why is she able to command its bearer? And for what purpose? Why the fuck can Dean feel what she'd feeling and enter her dreams and actually be able to see this madness?

(It must kill you that he'll always know the very things that you deny.)

She was pulled out of her thoughts, when the younger version of her went running past her. With him chasing behind her.

(He was always chasing you. He chased you right up to his death, and all because you were too weak to let him go.)

There were still so many question that needed to be answered. Even though every answer till now has only raised even more questions.

(And hurt. And pain. And suffering.)

Like, where the fuck is her mother? Her soul never ended up anywhere, so is she dead? Alive? Stuck in a sandal or necklace somewhere, waiting for the Mark to release her as well?

(You've always hated not knowing things. You've always needed to have all the answers.)

The empress had an unique way of raising her only daughter. Everything was either a lesson or a test, all geared towards preparing Muwatti for a life where she'll be under constant threat. Everyone was either an enemy or a disposable tool, even family.

(I did what I did to guarantee your survival. And it worked your whole life, didn't it?)

Which makes all of this, even thinking about her mother, completely aggravating. The woman was paranoid over everything and held mistrust for everyone, and raised her to be just like her. But somehow she never told her own daughter, or even warned her about the fact that creatures of Heaven and Hell would want her dead.

(It wasn't supposed to be this way, alil.)

How can she survive now, when her opponents were literal angels and demons? She has been stripped of everything, her power, her wealth, her army, her family, her ambitions, her identity, her life.

(Your love. Your happiness. Your hopes. Your dreams. Did I cover everything or are you going to continue to complain? It's not like we have things to deal with or work to do.)

She has nothing now.

She is nothing now.

(You can't give up alil. You have to fight. Remember what I told you. The war doesn't matter. The enemy doesn't matter. The only thing that matters, and has always mattered to me, is that you survive. At any cost.)

Again Muwatti thinks about her mother. If it had been her anni who managed to survive in that tablet, how would she be faring right now? She had always been so strong and so fearless. Even when facing enemies from all sides, she still managed to look strong. Nothing could break her. Nothing could frighten her. Muwatti wonders if her anni was still fearless at the moment of her own disappearance, when she realised that she had lost? She tries to think back, if she was scared at the moment of her own disappearance. Maybe she was. At that moment, under those circumstances, who wouldn't be? Then she remembers her brother's shock and his screams, when he finally came back to Hattusa from another war, victorious as always, with no Tawananna to welcome him. All the while she was right there, and he was so close, if only she could reach that damn fake moon, which seemed to be always taunting her.

The tablet took away her fear, the same way it took away everything else from her. It used the greatest weapon there was, time, and it took, and it took, and it took from her, until she was completely hollow. Maybe that's where her fear is now, she has left it behind in the tablet. Without her fear, she has defeated the tablet, she has even defeated time itself. Unlike her anni. Henti may have taught her daughter to survive, but Muwatti taught herself to win. Because survival doesn't amount to anything, if you keep losing everything.

Dean was never one for getting up with the sun types, unlike his little brother, however he did wake up uncharacteristically early this morning. But honestly, he's tired of taking a break and he needs to get back to what he does best. Hunting. He knows Sam is not going to be excited about that particular idea, when they still have no idea when the Mark will start asserting control over him again, but he needs this damn break to end. And he knows that even Sam needs that as well. Just the fact that he's still asleep and not finishing running laps around the motel, was more than enough proof that the Winchesters need a case. Because hunting is something he is good at and more importantly, something over which he has control. That and also fixing up Baby, which is what he's doing now, while listening to music. Practically therapeutic really. See, he doesn't a break.

"There's quite a lot of intricate work involved in something so big. Though you seem to enjoy doing it, don't you?" Muwatti asked him, who was standing beside him and, well, observing him.

Truthfully, they actually did have a case. Hers. Not that they were making much progress with it. It has been two days since they had left Washington, and they hadn't managed to learn anything new since then. The day after, they did get in touch with Cas, who was still on his angel tracking and reorientation mission, but that didn't go anywhere either. A rogue angel might have been responsible for trapping her in that tablet. Or maybe it was the upper management behind it, all the while keeping it a secret from others. Wouldn't be the last time they'll be doing that, now would it? The angel did add that no one in Heaven knew about the lost Hittite princess being lost no more. He hadn't even said anything to Hannah, who was still with him and who'd probably end up warning the rest of them about Muwatti, if she found out. Her reemergence hadn't set off any alarms or anything. It's not like they had anyone keeping their eyes and ears on the ground for new developments, they've had bigger things to deal with since then. For the angels, Muwatti and Henti, were nothing more than long forgotten tales. And it had to stay that way. If the angels found out that Muwatti was down here on earth, then diminished numbers or not, they will track her down and kill her. Which made asking around even more difficult for Castiel. Everyone upstairs was suspicious enough of him, and him suddenly brining up things from the past would only end up unnecessarily alerting them about her. And on top of it, there were still demons after her magical blood. So all in all, they were doing pretty fucking great on her case. They had no new information and any misstep could lead to them endangering her.

He takes a break from his endless thoughts and says to her "You're right, I do enjoy working on cars. Especially her." He said while pointing towards Baby. "I can break her down and put her back together. In fact, I have done that, several times actually."

"How come?"

"In our line of work, we get hurt a lot. Monster and demons are crazy strong and can easily fling us like rags dolls. And sometimes, we're in the car when that happens." He closed the hood and moved towards the back of the car, to check up on the weapons, with her following him as well. "I've been fixing dents, scratches, regular wear and tear, practically all my life now. And no matter how bad the damage may be, I've been able to take care of it."

"Well, you must be good at it, because she is magnificent. Though clearly I'm not an expert and very much biased, since Baby is the only car I've ever been in."

Muwatti seemed to be taking the whole news of angels and demons wanting to hunt her and kill her really well. Maybe it takes a lot to faze someone from the Bronze Age. He pointed this out to her. To which she smiled and said, "Is this because you're not sensing enough fear from me, Dean?"

And truthfully he didn't. At least, not fear, that is. He got a lot of frustration though, with a speckling of bitter sadness and flashes of anger. But even that was to a lesser degree these days. Maybe after finding out that he can tell what she is feeling, she has been making efforts to hide them from him. And he can't really complain, now can he? He doesn't want to invade her mind and psyche any more than she wants him to. Even these past two nights, every time he's about to enter her dreams, she blocks him and pushes him out. Now that they had found everything they could about the day she disappeared from her memories, there wasn't really a good enough reason for him to go trekking through the streets of Hattusa. However, his curiosity got better of him and he asked her why she was going through the effort of stopping him every night.

"I simply thought I'd spare you from witnessing a melodramatic teenage princess throwing temper tantrums over a boy."

Fair enough. He tried to assure her that his intention wasn't to pry, but she stopped him midway his explanation. "I know. Though I wouldn't blame you for being inquisitive. This entire experience," she pointed towards the duplicate Mark on her left thigh, underneath her leggings, "is just as odd for me as it is for you, and we can't exactly go around asking for advice. Unless some other hunter found Queen Nefertiti after all this time and they're travelling through Italy or somewhere else."

"Yeah, I doubt that. It's just that, I guess, I was worried or something."

Somehow, that was the thing that finally managed to shock her. Though you wouldn't be able to tell that, just by looking at her face. She was surprised to the point that he was able to sense it in her, himself. Even if it was just for a moment, before she shut it down immediately. He asked her why would him worrying about her cause such disbelief.

"The fact that other Knights of Hell might be after me and me having the ability to control you, I'm not surprised that you would be worried. What surprises me is how much of a genuinely good person you are." Now it was his turn to be shocked, and his must have been apparent by his face, as she quickly added, "What I mean to say is, I'm a complete stranger, whose responsibility has basically been forced on you. Yet instead of resenting me or finding ways to get rid of me, you actually want to help me. And not just because of this strange bond thing between us, as I had previously assumed. Your behaviour towards me goes beyond simply offering protection and shelter and sustenance. In the last two days, you've bought me five bottles of hibiscus body wash, in the hopes I'll be less sad. Because that's what you do. Both of you sit in that car and travel everywhere," as if to emphasis her point, she flung out her arm, "and help people, because you care. Even though you get nothing in return. Quite the opposite, from what little you've told me, there's nothing but loss and pain in this line of work. Honestly, I'm almost tempted to order you to be more selfish."

Dean wasn't sure if he was being admired or being reprimanded for his life choices, however the last part did make him laugh a bit. Even if, he was only half sure that she was joking. But hey, maybe someday he might take her up on her offer. Which reminded him of another thing he wanted to ask her for quite sometime. "Can I ask you something?" He continued when she nodded. "Why don't you order me around more?"

"Would you like me to order you around Mr. Winchester?"

And somehow he lost his ability to speak, because his only reply was random spluttering. Which seemed to greatly amuse her, if her laughter was any indication. Yup, definitely can't faze a princess.

"It's too easy with you. The best part of ordering people around is when I could see fear in their eyes that they might fail and then I'd order someone else to behead them. On the other hand, you'll just end up doing it without hesitation."

"Are you disappointed over the fact that it's too easy for you to control me?"

"A bit. I'd imagine me doing anything with you would be really boring and absolutely no fun."

"You know what, you're mean and annoying. Princesses aren't supposed to be like that."

"How would you know? Give me the exact number of princesses you've met before me. Or were you expecting me to act like Asuka?" He had to ask who the hell was she talking about. "She's from that movie on your laptop, called Sweet Princess Asuka Meets the Tentacles of - "

Thankfully Sam, who was finally awake, walked out of their room, effectively stopping Muwatti from finishing her sentence and engine the conversations. At least that's what he thought had happened, because when Sam asked what were they talking about, she promptly answered him, "Well I was going to ask your brother why he likes masturbating to images to octopuses so much? Or rather, does he want to be an octopus?"

How did this become the topic of conversation?

Why did this become the topic of conversation?

"Why are we talking about this?" Dean, in a search for answers, turned his face up skywards, which meant he missed Muwatti trying to suppress another amused laugh. As well as, a thoroughly confused Sam.

"Because I want to know whose idea was this whole idea thing anyway, who thought 'this orgy is so boring, but I can fix that, with slimy and slithering tentacles'."

"What is happening? How long have the both of you been up?" Asked a still thoroughly confused Sam.

"Nothing. Ignore her." Dean pleaded. "And long enough to find us a case." All the while practically shoving the newspaper in his brother's hands, which talked about the missing high school drama teacher. Sam had his doubts, both over if there was a case at all or if Dean was really back to normal, where he could handle cases once again. But, in their world, what can be considered normal anyways. Besides they had work to do.