That's A Real Life Bronze Age Priestess Sammy

Chapter 16

The three of them pretty much rushed to the school. Although Sam was sure that his brother would've very much preferred it was only the two of them. Now that the chances of this turning out to be a real case had increased, his brother wasn't really comfortable with bringing Muwatti this time. He knows that because Dean tried to use his 'you're going to have to listen to me, because I said so and I'm the older one' voice, the kind Sam is way too familiar with and has heard practically his whole life. Which is why it was quite a shock to him when she just laughed at Dean's face and told him that she would definitely be coming with them. And he spent the entire drive being grouchy at his younger brother, when finally Sam had to ask him what did he expect him to do, throw her over his shoulders and lock her inside the motel room. "No, of course not. But I don't know, maybe we could've distracted her with some post-it notes and quickly shut the door."

And after the two of them were dismissed by Muwatti for being too young and being dismissed by the teenagers for being too old, all five of them were now in the library, trying to figure out what they were dealing with.

"Great. How do you kill an idea?" Asked a dazed Maeve. Clearly still reeling from the shock that all the things they had read in the books were true. It was a rhetorical question, but Muwatti answered her nonetheless, "It's simple. Threaten to throw the thinker and their loved ones in the plague pits outside the capital. No one would dare to have that idea again."

By just looking at her, Sam could make out that she hadn't even realised that she had just said that out loud. And also the fact that she had used her normal Hittite accent. In fact she seemed a bit distracted and was trying to massaging her temple with one hand. Weird. She had been doing fine back at the bar, is her headache from the afternoon back again?

Dean and Marie headed towards the basement to take care of the Scarecrow, while Maeve headed towards to the auditorium to do last check up on the props since the cops were leaving by now. He was sure the props were fine, most likely she needed to do something she actually had some control over, and didn't involve fighting mounters. He stayed back to read up more on the flowers found outside at both the instances. Luckily before leaving Maeve was able to tell him that they were called Starflower or simply Borage. It might be a Tulpa, but he couldn't let go of the feeling that these tiny flowers had something to do with the disappearances. Not for the first time, he wished he could access all the mammoth tomes and all of their information available in the Bunker's library. If Charlie ever comes back from the Oz World, maybe she could help him digitise everything.

"Not how I'd expected this night to go." He said while he ran his fingers through his hair in sheer frustration, as he threw aside what felt like the twentieth book before grabbing another one from the massive pile right on the table.

"How did you expect this night to go?" Muwatti asked, who was still in the library with him, while grabbing a book from the table for herself to read.

Maybe it was because he could feel himself slowly becoming cross-eyes. Or maybe because the only thing he found about the flowers was that ancient Greeks used it almost like an antidepressants, since they believed it could help in drive away dullness and feelings of melancholy. Whatever may have been the reason at the moment, but he found himself putting aside the book and replying back to her. "Well, it would've gone the same way as it always for us. I would've probably stayed back in the room and tried to catch up on the reading. Or watched some movie. And Dean would defiantly have gone out to score with he ladies. I mean, what I mean is that Dean - "

"It's alright. Knowing your brother, I think I know what 'scoring' implies. So Dean goes out to score but not you. Why is that? Is it because of the cursed penis?"

Fuck me and fuck my life. He was wondering when she'd bring that topic up. He had been hoping she'd forget, but nope, she was simply bidding her time.

"Wow. You just blurted that out didn't you? How were you ever a diplomat?"

"Well, if your army was a few kilometres away from our borders, threatening to attack our people, you would've found exactly what kind of diplomat I am. Until then you're just going to have to get used to me blurting things out, now aren't you?"

"Funny."

"I prefer witty." She retorted back. Sam was learning that she has a hard time letting anyone else have the last word. "And if it makes you feel any better, unlike your almost, every person I've ever had sex with, has most definitely died."

Not so surprisingly, no, it did not make him feel any better. But he found himself smiling and saying that maybe they just discovered the perfect title for their book. "You know, 'The Cursed Hunter and The Cursed Princess'."

She returned his smile with one of her own and said, "Better than Dean's suggestion at least." Her smile faltered just a little, her hand once more trying to massage her temples. He asked her if she was sure that she was fine. Or tried to at least, since she interrupted him before he could finish the sentence. "It must be quite awkward for you, having to spend so much time in libraries for your research."

"Why would you say that?"

"Because of the movie on your laptop. 'Ms Daisy - Librarian in Heat.'"

"What? How did you - I mean, You - "

"Weren't just being nosy with Dean's - what's the word I'm trying to say?" She thought intensely for a moment, when upon remembering she snapped her fingers. "Pornography," Muwatti exclaimed. "I wasn't going to mention it, but I just realised that all of the clothes you bought for me today," she gave herself a cursory glance, "Are exactly what Ms. Daisy wears. Though not for long, as the clothes come off really quick. At least you didn't get me her glasses."

"Still can't believe you used to throw people in plague pits. And lion pits." Was the only thing he was able to blurt out.

"Did I say all of that out loud? I really must stop doing that. Or the very least, start saying them in Hittite." She put the down the book she had been flipping through and not really reading much of it, and turned towards him. "I seem to recall saying my lions were given corpses, and not people. Why would I ever have them learn to attack living people? Every night they were allowed to leave the pit and roam free inside the temple complex, and obviously it wouldn't have been a good thing if they thought of the people walking around as food. And I have never thrown anyone in the plague pits. I just needed them to believe I would throw them in the plague pits."

"Why?"

"Because grown men don't like taking orders from a fourteen year old girl. Or even a twenty-eight year old woman, honestly. Which is why I had to be outlandish when dealing with them. I needed them to think if I'm crazy enough to say it, I might just be crazy enough to do it, and that way the onus lies on them, whether they are stupid enough to risk my anger and punishment. I admit not the most eloquent thing to do, but the only one I could come up with, when facing a room full of angry fat nobles and perverted generals, half of whom were already plotting with my stepmother to kill me and the other half ignoring my instructions." Hittite politics sounds intense. "Asking for help or advice was not an option, as everyone would've have pointed out that I'm not capable. Which was incredibly frustrating. The emperor listens to advice from diverse sources, and he's considered to be a pragmatic ruler and an intelligent man, but if I do it, I'm a silly little girl. Or the fact that atti and my brothers did just as many horrible things as I did, but why do the historians insist on calling me and only me, a sociopath? Is it the same reason why people think Catherine the Great died while having sex with a stallion?"

The only thing he had to offer in the form of an answer was to point put that the historians actually just considered her to be an undiagnosed sociopath. And the only reply he got was the expression of 'that's obviously not the point I'm trying to make, dumbass' on her face. As well as a deep sigh. Continuing her tirade must not have been worth it for her, she quickly changed the topic and asked him if he was able to find anything about the flowers. "No, still not able to pinpoint any connection between them and people disappearing. Right now. I'm just hoping it really is a Tulpa. Unless you have anything to offer."

"The only thing that comes to my mind is having Dean touch everything here in the school, and maybe in a flash of bright light both the teacher and student would appear. Or maybe the disappearances are related to the deity currently living here. Because that's what my headaches mean."