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It's kinda short, but I hope you'll still be happy with it...

- Sam's POV -

The slow smile spread across her face. "Well, well, well. Look who decided to show. I apologize, I was under the impression that you had abandoned these two."

Diana folded her arms under her breasts, scowling at us. "They broke a promise to me. I got upset. You know how men are." She cocked her head to the side with a self-satisfied smirk. "Oh, that's right, you don't, do you, Artemis?"

Artemis raised an eyebrow. "If you were hoping that's going to ruffle me, you shall be disappointed." She glanced at me, her smile growing, before sliding her gaze back to Diana. "So, introduce me to your new vessel."

"My name is Diana," she smiled sweetly. "I am worshipped as a goddess."

Artemis' laugh was deep and harsh. "Is that so? By whom?"

"Yes. By the civilization that is referred to as the greatest that this world has ever seen."

"And what kind of goddess are you, Diana?"

The slow smile now reached Diana's lips. "Why, I'm the new and improved version of you, Artemis." Artemis' smile shrank the tiniest bit, but Diana noticed. "That's right. They think I'm better than you. You who so rudely rejected their most valuable gifts to offer up, their bodies, hearts, and souls. They worship Diana as the Greeks worshipped you, but paint me as more valiant, braver, stronger, smarter, and more beautiful and devoted. You were the cold refuge who hid amongst the animals. I am the powerful guide and protector to hunters. You were the whiny Daddy's girl who cried until she turned purple so that you wouldn't have to get married. I am the independent one, so powerful that the King believed chaining me to a man would only suffocate my spirit."

Artemis rolled her eyes. "Enough. Your narcissistic narration bores me."

"But you see, that's what I nor anyone else cannot stand about you and the Olympians," Diana glared at her with disgust. "You are all so petty and jealous of each other and humans, using your powers to hurt people because you wish you were like them! You are all so childish! It's annoying!"

Artemis' eyes flashed and she balled her fists. "Then why have you come here," she hissed though her teeth. "If you are so much better than I, why bother wasting your time with me?"

"Because you have my boys," Diana motioned to us.

"You consider them your property?" Artemis threw her head back with laughter. "They do not."

"I consider them my family," Diana replied and I felt my whole spirit lift.

Artemis smirked at me. "Easy, there, Rapunzel, it's not the girl talking."

"What?"

"The girl you are so fond of?" Artemis motioned to Diana. "She's not in control. Trapped in her own body, she is. This is the power."

Diana's lips stretched into a self-satisfied smirk. "Indeed it is, and I feel great." My heart sank again.

"However, I find one thing puzzling," Artemis continued. "Why are these two boys so different from all of the other 'families' you have known? Why are they so special to you?"

Diana returned her gaze to us, her cold smile touching her eyes and creating a spark of warmth in her face. "Because they do not control me. They set rules to try to protect me, but that is because they care for me. And they give me the freedom I deserve to make my own choices and choose my own life. No one has ever allowed me that freedom. I may be immortal, but, because of you and your kind, I am a prisoner."

"Touching performance, really," Artemis smiled. "Now, tell me, what makes you so sure you can retrieve these boys without my stripping you of your vessel?"

"I am more powerful than you."

The deep, harsh laugh rang out again, echoing off the high stone walls. "Do you really believe that?" Artemis grinned, pulling a silver arrow from her quiver and knocking it on her moonlight bow.

"I do."

"Shame." Before I could process what was happening, the arrow was zipping through the air at an impossible speed, like a shooting star streaking down, straight for Diana's heart. I panicked and was about to throw myself at Artemis, but hit the ground in pain, my head feeling like it was going to burst, my eyesight going white. When I regained my senses, I peered up at Diana to see her fist closed around the arrow, the tip mere inches away from her chest.

"You're going to have to try a bit harder than that," she told the leather clad goddess above me.

"How did you...?"

"I told you," she replied calmly, snapping the arrow in half, "I'm more powerful than you are."

Artemis' eyes followed the broken arrow the the floor, then flew up to Diana's face, fiery with rage. She charged at her, a battle cry ripping from her lungs as she lunged for Diana, her balled fists sheathed in the armored gloves, speeding towards her at an alarming rate. I heard myself yell before vice-like hands clamped around my arms and dragged me back against the stone wall.

"Sammy!" Dean shouted, moving in front of me, blocking my view of the lethal women. "It's not her anymore, Sammy! It's not!"

"No!"

"Sammy! It's not!"

I flinched as the grunts and cries of pain from across the room reached my ears. Pressing the heels of my palms into my eyes, I took comfort in the shelter my big brother was giving me and resorted to praying to people whom I knew would never help me with this, but too desperate to care. I listened to the snap of bones and screams of pain, knowing that I was losing her again, shouting over and over in my head so loudly, everything else around me dulled.

No, not again! Please, no! Not again! Please! Please!

I don't know how much time passed, but it seemed both like an eternity and, somehow, like no more than a few seconds. There was a loud thud as someone hit the ground hard, then a crack of lightning and a blinding blue light that flashed through the room before everything fell into silence. Dean slowly moved away to turn around as we gazed, apprehensively at the survivor.

Alone, in a pool of blood, stood an inhumanly strong woman with long dark hair and a bow that seemed to be made of pure moonlight in her hand, a quiver of arrows that flew through the air like silvery shooting stars at her feet, and an incomprehensible power that made the very air about her seem to sizzle and pop with charge.

I slowly stood and cautiously made my way across the room to her, Dean right on my heels. She kept her eyes down as she tried to regain her composure, her labored breathing the only sound in the cold room.

"Diana?" I asked tentatively. "Is that you?"

Her head slowly shook from side to side.

"Are you in there somewhere?" I heard myself plead. She didn't respond. I gingerly touched her shoulder. "Diana?"

But when she finally raised her head to look up at me, her eyes were a bright blue.

Thoughts?