That's A Real Life Bronze Age Priestess Sammy

Chapter 4

Dean could sense Sam was back with the blessed blood. Even deep inside the Bunker, inside the Dungeon, he could feel his little brother's life force. As a demon his senses were always on overdrive, to a point where he could even feel the molecules in the air change with every beat of a person's heart and with every breath that the person takes. Also their life force. It pulses, and trembles and jiggles, and shivers, and vibrates. But his favourite was feeling it die out and wither away slowly, to literally feel all those tiny vibrations die out one by one until it there was nothing but stillness. It didn't matter whether they were human or not. He could silence all the vibrations, all the pulses. Like his brother's for example. Because when he escapes he is going to particularly enjoy silencing it forever. There have been many things that have tried to kill a Winchester and have never quite succeeded, at least not on a permanent basis. It would be an interesting exercise to see how successful will a Winchester be in killing another Winchester. Because there was only one way this thing was going to end, only one brother surviving. That thought brought so much joy to his now blackened heart, he couldn't help but have a little laugh.

"The way that Sam has been nervous about this ritual, made me think that survival and success are supposed to be difficult. So why are you in a humorous mood?"

He was brought out of his murderous musings, by the question posed by the woman sitting in front of him. After securing Dean in the Dungeon, Sam took Muwatti back up and had left her in the kitchen in the hopes she would find something for herself to eat, before leaving soon after. Though the dumb bitch forgot that she can't read and would probably end up eating soap or bleach or even the cardboard packaging itself before eating any of the actual fucking food. Having nothing else to do, Muwatti slowly found her way back to the Dungeon, despite Sam's clear instructions to not go near Dean. Understandably the big brave hero Samuel wanted to protect the poor little cursed princess from the big bad demon Dean. Conveniently forgetting that she has been living with him for the past month, and not only did he not hurt her but also protected her from the other demons, now didn't he? Especially from Crowley. That damn weakass parasite was always curious about her. Always asking question related about her. However never directly asking her. Not that she was going to be forthcoming with the King of Hell mind you, but neither he nor the other demons ever talked to her directly much. Firstly, they were smart enough to realise that Dean didn't appreciate any of them coming near her, and secondly, the way her life force behaved so strangely ended up unnerving all of the demons. All except Dean.

Like all the livings things, her life force vibrated and pulsated as well. However it was so much more than just that, it felt like like the damn thing was actually singing and Dean could feel her presence at all times. Even when she was far away from him, he could feel the song of her life force. Right there, just under his skin. Just like the Mark. Exactly like the Mark. Her and the Mark and even those damn shattered pieces of that damn tablet in the Impala's trunk that contained her for all those fucking years, they all vibrated and pulsated at a whole different fucking frequency that drowned out all the other things that were around him. No, they all sang to him. He has been feeling her presence the moment she appeared right in front of eyes in a flash of bright light. And if that particular magic trick and the different way that her life force behaved wasn't enough to make Dean sit up and pay attention, the manifestation of a duplicate Mark tattoo on her thigh certainly did. He still didn't know what the actual fuck had happened, just like he didn't know squat about the fucking how or the fucking why.


There were many things that had managed to scare Sam, truly scare him, throughout his long hard life. Though he never expected that it would be the sight of an empty chair in the Dungeon that would shoot right up to the top of that particular list. At least the silver lining in all of this was that Dean wasn't leaving anytime soon. He wouldn't leave the Bunker without killing Sam first. Isn't that just brilliant. And so Dean Winchester was now hunting his little brother. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. He was literally being stalked right now. Again fuck.

He had grabbed the keys from the Map Room and was heading towards the Electrical Room, passing the kitchen on his way, when he heard Dean heading right there. He was just about to leave that entire area, when he remembered that's where he had again left Muwatti, this time with food, when he came back with the blood. Obviously he can't leave the poor woman with his brother in his current state, but how was he going to fight with just one good hand and no weapons. Before he could come up with anything, he could hear them talking. "I'm guessing that because you still have black eyes, the ritual didn't work?" He heard Muwatti ask Dean, who replied back promptly, "I put the stop to it." He could hear someone rifling though the drawers, probably Dean.

"Where's Sam then? Did you-" She was interrupted by Dean saying "Not yet. Shouldn't rush these things."

"Things meaning killing your own brother with a hammer of all things. Couldn't find an axe, I assume. Do you really think that would be wise?"

So Dean found a hammer. Great. Just fucking great. Why does his luck suck so much? Just fucking why?

"And who made you the expert on what is and what isn't wise, priestess?"

"High Priestess actually." Seriously woman, who corrects an unchained demon, while he is holding a hammer in his hand. "And you really could benefit from the advise by someone who has killed two of her brothers and a dozen more of her half-brothers. Because the thing about fratricide is that there comes a time when you just have to do it instead of talking about it always."

Sam was sure that Dean was going to strike her, he could feel his brother's anger radiating through the walls. Instead he simply he asked her her what would be the Hittite word for a demon. She replied back to him saying, "Kallar uttar. Literally means the dark thing."

"Well in that case my dear High Priestess, after this dark thing has finished bashing Sam Winchester's head in with this very hammer, you and the dark thing really need to have a long chat. For more life advise, that is."

"Sure, if you say so. But you're going to have to catch Sam first."

Dean must have decided to follow her advise, her very bad advise in Sam's opinion, because the next thing Sam heard was "Come on, Sammy! Don't you want to hang out with your big brother? Spend a little quality time?" No, thank you. Raincheck? With that Dean stormed out of the kitchen, thankfully in the opposite direction, without ever seeing Sam.

Would you look at that his luck finally turned around.

He started heading towards the Electrical Room when he came face to face with Muwatti, on her way out of the kitchen. Which reminded him "Why would you say all of that to him? Did you really kill your brothers?"

"Because I knew that he would get angry and leave. Besides him being angry is better for you as well. Angry Demon Dean makes a lot more mistakes than a calm one. And you should be more concerned about your own brother rather than what I did or didn't do to mine."

That does it.

"Now listen here, princess. I think I know my brother a lot better than you-"

"But I'm the one who knows the demon." she interrupted him in the middle of his indignant self-righteous tirade. Good thing because he really had no idea where that train of thought was heading towards. "That thing isn't your brother. That is a demon with whom I have definitely spent more time than you and I definitely know him a lot better than you." She paused to take a deep breath to calm down and placed her hand on his injured one before continuing, "Look, you're right. I don't know your brother, simply because I have never met him and I truly want to do that. However that is not going to happen if you don't stop thinking of it as saving your brother but rather think of it as a demon you have to defeat."

"You're right." He only said that because she was right. He has been hesitant this whole time, worried about what was happening to his brother. But it wasn't Dean that was in pain but the demon, and he was sure about one thing, Dean would want him to finish the curing ritual, one way or another. "I do have a plan. Come with me. We have to go to the Electrical Room." He grabbed her hand, which was still on his injured one, with his good hand and both of them started walking.

"Wunderbar. Cause the thing is that I survived numerous wars and countless assassination attempts, not to mention the motherfucking plague, and then ended up in that cursed tablet anyways. Which means it would really suck that I got out only to die in this subterranean shithole."

"Who taught you how to swear?"

If he had turned around he would have seen the Hittite equivalent of the 'seriously' expression, but he never did. She answered him nevertheless, "Archaeologist are people too Sam. They get frustrated just as anyone else."


"Well ... Look at you. Do it. It's all you."

Sam lets the knife fall, and Dean smiles as his eyes go black, who never even felt the arms suddenly come around him and tightly grab him. It was clear that their angel friend was still quite weak, but even then Sam was absolutely sure he wasn't going to let go of his brother. It was a nice thing to be finally certain of something. It would also be nice to get black out drunk when this is all over.

"Dean, it's over. It's over." said Castiel, "Sam, we need to get him to the Dungeon and finish the treatments."

"Yeah. Yes. Yeah." Well done Sam, you clearly have a way with words. "Will you be able to get him there?"

"Yes, I -" Something was clearly distracting him and asked, "Is there someone there? Around that corner."

"Yes. She's….Hang on" Sam then turned around while still keeping his brother in his line of sight. The man came at him with a hammer, so sue him for still being on edge, and asked her to come over. When she turned around the corner he added, "This is our friend, Castiel. He's an angel. And Cas, this is - "

"Muwatti."

"How did you-"

However Castiel interrupted him, "You're the lost Hittite princess." His attention was now completely on Muwatti now and was addressing her alone, ignoring the Winchesters, even the demon one, mind you. "And your mother…Henti."

"What is happening with these two Sammy?" asked Dean "Are we curing me or not?"

"Cas, maybe we should do the ritual thing first and then we can have the history lesson."

But Castiel continued on as if neither of the brothers had just said anything at all. "The lost Hittite empress."

"Who?" Exclaimed both of the brothers at the same time.

"He's talking about my anni. My mother, I mean." Replied Muwatti. "When I was fourteen, she disappeared without a trace. Just vanished in the air. No one could find her. Just like I vanished and no one could find me."

After a long stretch of silence Dean spoke out, "Wow, just fucking wow. I mean, come on, wow. Seriously? Are there any other family members of yours that just happen to vanish without a trace and no one could find them either?"

"My twin brother Zannanza went missing on his way to Egypt, where he was meant to marry Ankhesenamun, the widow of Tutankhamun, and was never heard of again. Just vanished. Does that answer your question?"

Wow, cursed families huh?


All of the historical characters so far mentioned have been real. In fact the stories of Henti and Zannanza mysteriously disappearing are also real. One of the many reasons why I was inspired to write this story. Muwatti, never disappeared and as far as I can tell, lived a normal enough life, and she wasn't a priestess either.