That's A Real Life Bronze Age Priestess Sammy

Chapter 12

Before going to the high school, the three of them had to make a quick stop to buy fake FBI clothes for Muwatti, because she was coming with them. Initially Sam wasn't sure about that. However she gave her word she'll never say 'tentacles' ever again, if she got to go with them. After which the brothers quickly agreed. Besides they were only to be asking around, what could go wrong?

The younger Winchester still wasn't sure what to make of her, though he was now getting a better idea of what kind of person she is. After the stunt he pulled by entering her mind like that, he was sure that she be pissed at him. But she seemed fine. Really fine. Disturbingly so. And when he asked her if she was actually alright with what he had done, the only thing she had to say was, "Besides the fact that I can hear my anni shouting in my head about how anger has a corrosive effect on human nature and damages my chances for survival, I understand your reasons for doing it. You were scared, for Dean. And as someone who had to do a lot of horrible things for her own brothers, I understand why you thought you had to do it. I'm not going to say I wasn't angry with you. Because I was and still am, a bit. There was even a moment when I thought about shaving off all that hair. But then I told myself, 'No, you can't do that, Muwatti. He doesn't have his brother's exquisite bone structure. The taller one with magical dimples clearly needs the hair to frame his face. Especially that forehead.'." Even though she said that with a sweet enough smile, he still had to check his scalp the next morning. He was soon realising that she loved to get under the brothers' skins. And honestly, she is funny, which is a good thing because he has been messing up when it comes to her. For example, last night, when the three of them decided to watch a movie and he ended up picking Oldboy. It didn't hit him that he was basically making her relive her own capture and captivity, until thirty minutes into the movie when Dean started throwing death glares at him, and by then it was too late. He should've just picked Harry Potter. The only thing she had to say, when the credits started rolling, was at least she doesn't have to worry about accidentally committing incest like Dae-Su. Maybe her accompanying them on this hunting trip would be a good thing, if only to prove to her they aren't complete insensitive morons. And by 'they', he's talking about himself.

Sam was waiting for Muwatti outside the trial room, while Dean was getting her a fake ID, when he heard his name being angrily shouted out. He went to check if she was alright, when the curtain was forcibly pulled aside, and a heel was thrown at his chest, which he quickly caught before it could fall on the floor.

He looked up to see a very angry Muwatti, whose shirt buttons were still not done, and he could see her plain tan-coloured bra underneath. "What the fuck is that? That thing is pure evil." She angrily asked him, "More importantly, what man is responsible for that? And it mostly definitely was a man, because I highly doubt a woman thought to herself 'I hate walking comfortably, I much prefer if I'm in pain every time I take a step'."

How did he reach this point?

Why did he reach this point?

Sam had to make sure that his eyes stayed on her face, and said, "Muwatti you have to wear them. It's just a shoe-"

"It most certainly is not a shoe, Sam. Shoes are supposed to offer protection and make walking easier. Whereas that thing," she angrily pointed at the offending piece of footwear, still in his hands, "is simply evil." Nonetheless she took it back, when he offered the simple black heel back to her with a pleading look on his face. He was about to walk away when she stopped him by saying, "You can't leave, I actually do need your help with the buttons."

"What?"

"I don't know how to do them. Dean always buttons up his shirts before giving them to me and I just slip them on."

He made an attempt to give reasons as to why he can't help her, but he seemed to have lost his ability to speak. However the decision was made for him, when Muwatti grabbed his tie and pulled him inside, and reassured him that if Demon Dean could teach her how to put on a bra, he could certainly help her with the tiny buttons.

The younger Winchester was still in a state of shock after hearing that, while she simply pulled the curtain back. He had to confirm if he heard her correctly. "Yes, he did." She got a far away look on her face just for a minute, as if to remember all the strange things she got to witness during that time. Maybe one day, he'd get both of them to tell him all about it. "Though I did get the feeling that he was more used to taking it off rather than putting it on someone. And considering how many women I saw him with, I'd imagine he'd had to be."

"Wait, are you saying he brought back women, while you were there?" He asked her, feeling strangely nervous about her answer. He's definitely going to need to hear about that entire period.

However she reassured him that that's not what happened. She had a room of her own and, his brother, as a demon, much preferred to defile Crowley's bed. "What amazes is all those women had no idea that they were having sex with a demon. I realise that Dean is an incredibly handsome man, with beautiful features, but was it really worth smelling rotten eggs every time they kissed him?" Sam snorted and quickly covered his mouth to suppress some of the noise. He didn't want them to get caught and be thrown out by the shop assistants. "I can't even imagine it. Having sex with a demon." That part did shut him up. However, Sam Winchester has an incredibly expressive face and Princess Muwatti was very good at reading faces and deciphering the secret behind them. Which is why, no one should be surprised as to what happened next. "By the hands of Ishtar, you've had sex with a demon. Were you tricked? But how? Surely you'd be able to pick up the signs and, more importantly, smells, right? Or did you do it willingly?" And once more he had lost his ability to speak. "Is that a hunter's technique? Have you had sex with other supernatural creatures?"

"No, I mean - What happened was - You know what, it doesn't matter." For very obvious reasons, Sam really doesn't want to discuss either Ruby or Madison with a half-naked Muwatti, while staying in this claustrophobic trial room. And it was then he realised that he hadn't even began on her buttons, and she was still standing in front of him half-naked. After taking a deep breathe, he started with the ones on her cuffs first. "You really don't have a problem being naked in front of other people, do you?"

It was very clearly a deflecting tactic, and Muwatti knew that, if the amused smirk on her face was any indicator. Though she decided to take pity on the poor giant and let him think he managed to stir the conversation from him to her. "I suppose I'm not one who had worry about being seen naked by others, rather it was everyone else who had to worry about getting caught staring at me by my brothers, who'd simply gouged out their eyes."

"That sound a bit antiquated." He was done with one hand, and had moved on to the other one.

Which only made her giggle. "Very good, Sam. Bronze Age is one of the periods of antiquities. I can see why you're called the smarter Winchester." And now for the several minuscule buttons, in front of her shirt. "Zuwa was the obvious exception. The five blond bastards knew they couldn't harm him. Much, that is. Not only were they cocky and arrogant royals, but also were his commanding officers, and they rarely missed an opportunity to take advantage of that. For an entire year, he had to clean all the military stables in the capital. I think they thought he'd get tired and leave, but he didn't. He was always there and I couldn't even tell him…" But she never got to finish her sentence as he ran out of buttons. She thanked him, while tucking the shirt inside her skirt, and stepped away from him to grab the matching blazer.

This was the first time he'd heard her talk about anything related to her lost, or rather suppressed, memories, which surprised him. From what Dean had told him, she hadn't said anything to him either, in fact she was actively trying to keep him out of her dreams now. He wanted to say something to her. But what could he say? I'm sorry that I made to remember the horrible things your mind was clearly trying to hide from you? I understand what you're going through because I've lost people I love as well?

Wait, hang on, did he ever apologise to her about that night? Can he do it now? He should, right?

However he missed his chance, when she said to him that they should find Dean. She had tucked her hair in a neat bun and was ready to leave now. But he still hesitated. "Don't worry Sam. I'll wear the evil shoes." She slipped the heels on her feet and then walked out.

Dean was waiting for Sam and Muwatti to come back from the clothing store. Since he had no interest hanging around articles of clothing, he had jumped at the chance to go and prepare a bunch of fake IDs for her, along with the FBI one. He chuckled as he thought back to when he had to take a picture of her on his phone and then she asked him if it would hurt, which reminded him that she really was a woman out of time. He shouldn't forget that, but somehow he did, maybe because she appeared to be doing fine enough. Then he remembered her description of swivels chairs, when she first saw them, and this time he had to laugh. He wasn't really interested in reliving or revisiting that entire time, but his interactions with Muwatti might be the one thing that would make it worth it all. Who would've thought that a petite ancient princess would prove to be a worthy adversary for his demon self? The day she discovered what happens to demons after hearing the word 'Christo' might just be his favourite. Although he is still horrified that she basically ordered him to teach her how to drive Baby. His Baby. She drove her. She's a quick learner though and in just two days became a proficient enough driver, but no one comes between Baby and him. And he may never have forgiven her, if he didn't know for a fact that the order was her way of getting revenge, for demon him only buying thongs for her to wear. She really enjoyed annoying his demon self. A habit she seems to have continued on, now that he was back to being a human, as well. But then again that might have to do with the fact that she was the youngest of six siblings, and that's her personality.

He saw Sam and Muwatti approaching him, when he heard one of their many cell phones start ringing inside the glovebox. He wasn't surprised. The brothers keep nearly all of their past numbers, in case any other hunter needs to get in contact with them or vice versa. However they had basically ignored the whole lot of them during their little break. Both he and Sam spent the morning making sure the phones were operational once more. He grabbed the phone and answered it, while waving at his brother to hurry up.

"Dean Winchester?" He heard a male voice, with a slight accent, on the other side. "I've been trying to reach you for a very long time. You've proven to be quite elusive."

"Well, you've reached me now. So what can I do for you?" The man said about having a question for him. "And what would that be?"

"Why did you take the tablet?" The question, asked in a smug tone, made his blood run cold. The other two had reached the car by now, and he quickly signalled them to be silent, while stepping out of the car. Looking at his serious and panicked face, they complied. He quickly turned on the speaker, so they could hear as well. The man continued, "That's what we can't figure out. Why would Dean Winchester take an ancient Hittite tablet?" After hearing the last part, both Sam and Muwatti now had the same serious and panicked expressions on their faces, but continued to listen silently. "When we first heard about the tablet going missing in the news, we didn't think much of it. In fact, I was completely sure that it would show up somewhere in the underground market, and was concentrating on that. However it never did, because you have it. But why did you take it Dean?"

"Who the fuck are you? And what are you talking about?"

"Apologies." Though he didn't sound even the tiniest bit apologetic. "Guess all the excitement made us forget our manners. I am Uvall, and with me are Zagan and Ronove, and we are your fellow Knights of Hell." A part of him knew that was going to be his answer, but hearing it still made him wish he could burn the damn phone and throw it as far away as possible. Instead the only thing he could was say that he wasn't a Knight anymore. "Oh yes, unfortunately for us, you've went back to being a human. It would have so much easier if you were still a demon, because we would have been able to track you, and then we could've had this conversation face to face, in a more civilised manner. However we acted late. You see, something truly extraordinary happened in the empire of the Hittites all those years ago, and ever since then we've been invested in anything to do with them. I mean just imagine, spending all that time keeping tabs, but the one time, the only one time we didn't immediately jump on first sign of news or take it seriously, would turn out to be our biggest mistake. A mistake we don't plan on repeating."

"I still have no idea what you're talking about. I am not a Knight of freaking Hell and I don't have a tablet or anything."

"Don't lie Winchester, you're not good at it." Said a second male voice. "I was in that museum, and not only were demons killed there but also a Knight had been there." The voice belonged to Zagan. "Crowley did a good enough job for the pathetic humans, but I could still tell what had happened there. You have the tablet. Now tell us where is it?"

The first voice, Uvall, made Zagan calm down and continued talking again, in the same smug tone. "We know you have the tablet, don't deny it. It went missing the same night as the one, when you killed all of those Abbadon supporters. These are not unrelated incidents. You didn't leave the museum empty-handed, and more we think about it, the more information we getting, the more sure we are that you didn't leave alone either."

"What the hell are you talking about? You know what, I don't care because I don't give a flying fuck about - "

"We don't give a flying fuck about you either, Dean," This was the third voice, a female. "If you really like the damn relic of a tablet then you can bloody well keep it, I just want to know one thing. Which one is it? The lost empress or the lost princess?"

For Dean the only befitting reply was to smash the phone under his shoe.