That's A Real Life Bronze Age Priestess Sammy

Chapter 18

There were still a few hours left before the play would begin, and Dean was already done. Up until now he had been living his life quite happily without ever knowing that stage left is actually the right side of the damn auditorium, but after being shouted at by a bunch of drama nerd kids for always walking in the wrong direction, he does know that and his life has not become better even in the slightest. And why are there no many curtains everywhere? How is he supposed to keep an eye on Marie and keep her safe, if there are half a million fucking curtains everywhere, obscuring his view and getting in his way? Why couldn't Calliope stalk the pervy directors of a porno, like Casa Erotica? It would have so much better, there's only one set involved with those things. But no, she just had to pick a stage play based on their lives being done by a bunch of teenagers, cause the universe decided 'let's make sure Dean Winchester is screwed on all the levels'.

Sam agreed with him, not only was the back stage basically a maze with everyone running around like headless chickens but also was going to be pitch black once the play begins, which is exactly when the muse and her minions would attack. He hates the theatre so much.

"Tell you what, I should stay left and you right." He said to Sam.

"I think, you mean you'll be at stage right and I'll be at stage left." Sam corrected.

"Really, Sammy? There really should be a limit as to how many types of nerd you can be." Dean raised his hand started counting with his finger, "I mean, there's Harry Potter, serial killers, computers, theatre and not to mention history."

Upon hearing 'history', he noticed that Sam couldn't help but glance towards where Muwatti was, with some of the girls, helping them set up, but mostly talking. His little brother had been squirming around her since the last night, when he unceremoniously ran out of their room. He wondered what these two had been discussing before he came back sans Muwatti's fries. Did the little bitch make another blunder with her? But no matter how much he pushed Sammy, he refused to talk or say anything. And by now he knew better that he won't get much out of the princess. Though he just had to ask her about the clothes, that Sam brought for her last night, though they didn't seem any different from what she had been wearing beforehand. Just regular t-shirts, though they did fit her better. "Yes, it does seem strange. He was supposed to get fries, but came back with these new shirts. But in a way it makes sense why Sam just had to get them for me." He asked her how come. "Quite simple really. None of them have buttons."

Now he was even more confused. Why the hell would her buttons make Sam so nervous?


Muwatti was standing in the corner of the stage, watching the girls rushing all around her, setting things up. She could see Dean trailing behind Marie, completely on alert. She couldn't help but notice that he hadn't left the young writer's side for even a moment. They had arrived at the school early in the afternoon, and while the the brothers surveyed the auditorium and discussed their plans, she got to spend the day with the students of St Alphonso Academy.

Despite the fact that her atti had several children with many women, she never felt like she was a part of a large family. One of the first things Henti taught her to children was to always remember that they out-rank their half-siblings and even their whore mothers, and to always assume that they are the competition and at best, were meant to be treated as pawns and bargaining chips. And they never questioned the empress because from a young age, they simply learned to accept that no one goes against Henti and her commands and there was no point in even trying. Even though what she truly wanted, was to leave everything and run to Zuwa and his eyes.

But she didn't and he never even got to know. There's no point in thinking about him and everything, however now that her memories were unlocked, she can't help but think about what he would have done. What she would have done.

Even after Henti's disappearance she did nothing to change her life or even try to deviate from anni's plans for her. There were always many reason not to. Because there was work to do, the empire comes first, survival of the capital was at stake, her atti needed her, her brothers had to protected, the Egyptians were once again trying to capture Kadesh. If not her then who else could sort the mess. Or maybe she just liked power too much. Or maybe she was afraid that the lost empress will come back one day and be completely disgusted by the fact how weak her daughter really tuned out to be.

And now that she was finally free from all the duties, responsibilities and expectations, she's having a hard time figuring out what her life is now or what to do with it. While in the tablet, she had a lot of time to think and reflect about what kind of person she was and all the things she had done, if only to make a list of the people who could've done such a thing to her. However the one thing she never really thought about was what would she do if she ever leaves her dark and infinite prison and is finally free from this curse.

What is she meant to do now? She can't live as if nothing has changed, because it absolutely bloody has. Her previous life wasn't an easy one or even an always happy one, but at least she knew what to do. All her life she wished she could go against Henti's commands, but now what she really wanted was to have her anni come back and just tell her what do to.

But anni is not coming back and she doesn't have time to find the answers to her questions right now. Hence Muwatti ended doing the only thing she could do and she had always done, she ignored them. Besides she can't be distracted when Calliope could manifest at any moment and eat poor little Marie. Which is why for now she was going to focus on getting Maggie and Ms. Chandler back. As a former missing woman herself, that's the least she could do.


With the show about to start, the cast and crew was busy doing last minute costume checks. Sam was on his way to join his brother on stage, after fetching the blessed stakes from the Impala, when he froze after seeing Muwatti standing just off-stage, facing away from him. And was instantly reminded of his stupidity from last night. Not only did he run out of their room as if it was on fire but also went to a store in order to buy new shirts for her, sans buttons. He could still feel Dean's eyes boring into him when he saw the new items of clothing, trying to figure out exactly what new blunder he made with her. And this time he didn't even do anything. He really did not do anything. Except let his smugness lure him into a false sense of early victory. She figured out his fantasies by looking at what kind of porn he watches, so what. It's not that great of an accomplishment, if you really think about the whole thing, it's pretty easy to do. Duh. It's the most obvious conclusion anyone could make.

So why did he run? And why has he been avoiding, but not really, but absolutely avoiding making eye contact with her the whole day?

And the only answer he could come up with is that damn arrogant princess smirk. When he handed her the clothes before all of them left to grab breakfast, and when she noticed the severe scarcity of buttons on them, she had same damn smirk from last night. The kind of smirk that says 'I've destroyed literal kingdoms and princes by simply being ruthlessly smarter than everyone, and I can do the same thing to you, not because I have something to gain but because I enjoy watching a giant peasant like you squirm, all the while really do having better hair than you in all respects'.

He fully realises that he may be overthinking all of this. Although on the other hand, he may have come up with another book title for them, 'Squirming Hunter and Ruthless Princess'. Wait, hang on, is it just him or does it sound like the title of pornographic parody of Snow White?

"I have a question for you, Sam," Muwatti interrupted his thoughts, without even turning around to face him. He's only the second plaid-covered man lumbering around in a sea of costumed teenagers, which makes him pretty hard to miss. "Compared to you I'm almost half your size and have the upper body strength of a new born lion cub, then why exactly am I making you fidget so much?"

Sam Winchester has faced literal monsters without any hesitation or second thought, but the idea of facing off with her and her smile, no not smile, smirk, makes him want to run away.

(Kinda like when you were fifteen and were made the chemistry partner with the head cheerleader, and the moment you found that out, you immediately marched your butt to the office to change your entire schedule and skip that class altogether. You had the credits and dad would've made us move soon enough anyways.)

Really not the time to have the voice of his big brother in his head. He can't afford any distractions, if he wants to survive when facing her as an opponent.

So does that mean Muwatti and him are at war with each other?

(Which would make it all the more powerful and chaotic, little brother. Not to mention real, very much real.)

Upon not receiving any reply from him, she turned around and said, "Really Samuel, silence is your only reply. Because refusing to answer me and spending the entire day ignoring me isn't what I'll call mature adult behaviour." And the damn smirk was back.

Fuck. He already lost the first round.

A group of girls, all clad in black and headsets, being led by Maeve passed them by, which he soon realised were the crew members finishing their last-minute checks. Pretty soon they will start letting people in. He could see from the corner of his eyes, and not because he still can't look at her, that Muwatti's smirk was gone and was replaced by a sombre smile.

"I'm actually glad that you and Dean brought me here today." He's pretty sure that Dean basically accepted that he wasn't going to change her mind, and they recognised the advantage of her god-detecting skill when trying to protect Marie from Calliope. "And not just because the girls told me about the different fan-fictions written on the two of you." She added with a smirk, which means he lost the second round as well. Fucking brilliant. "It's just that seeing them, reminded me of my priestesses and priests back in Hattusa. They would have the same frantic energy and nervous panic, when preparing for our hundreds of rituals and festivals. And it also reminded me about how much I miss them. Mostly because, unlike my family members, they don't have their own Wikipedia pages, and I have no idea what happened to them after my disappearance. They were my responsibility and I was duty-bound to keep them safe till the day I would've died." Now she was avoiding looking at him.

"And then the tablet happened."

She let out a deep sigh before continuing, "Yes, the tablet. I got trapped and they ended up getting lost to history forever. And now I have to learn to be alright with that. Which makes it only one of the hundreds of fucked up things I need to figure out for myself." The next part, she tried to whisper, but he was able to make out, something along the lines of, in addition to figuring out what exactly her life is now. She then asked him if they were ready to face Calliope. He answered yes, while momentarily raising the blessed stakes. He asked her about her headache and if she could feel the goddess of epic poetry nearby. Muwatti touched the back of her neck and said, "The pain is currently at the back, which means that she's trying to keep herself hidden. As she becomes more prominent, the pain will start moving to the front of my head, and the moment it's right here," she pointed right in between her eyes, "and absolutely unbearable, her manifestation would be complete and she'll be at full power."

"How do you stand it? The pain, I mean."

"I'm stubborn."

"Is that why you're decided to wear the evil shoes? Cause after yesterday, I was sure you'd burn them."

She looked at her her heel-clad feet and smiled, before looking up back at him. "I did want to, but it almost felt like admitting defeat. And the thing you need to know about the Hittites is that we never admit defeat, no matter what. Years before I was born, my uncle, Emperor Tudhaliya III, wanted to sue for peace in middle of particular ghastly war campaign, which was stubbornly refusing to go our way, my sixteen years old atti beheaded him in front of the whole army just so he could declare himself the emperor and win the damn thing himself."

Why does he get the feeling that Suppiluliumas and John Winchester would've got along really freaking well?

More importantly, did they just declare truce? Or was it simply a detente?


Sorry for the delay. Will try to be more regular. Had been feeling unwell and decided to take things slow for a bit. Anyways enjoy and would appreciate any feedback.