The usual, I don't SPN, but I do own Athena and the Idea, blah blah blah. But here's the ending for chapter three. Reviews are wanted, and appreciated! What do you think about the ending? What do you think about Athena's nickname?
Chapter Three the last part:
We ran towards the house, and I made it to the door first. I couldn't kick it in, I wasn't strong enough for that, so I did the next best thing, I rammed my shoulder into it. "Move," Dean commanded, and I quickly stepped out of his way, as he kicked in the door, and we moved in. "Sam and I will get the kids, Dean, you get Jennifer!" I barked as we took the stairs two at a time. I ran into Sam's old nursery, to see the girl sitting on the bed, a expression of fear on her face. That's when I saw it. It was a fiery glob in the shape of a person.
"Don't look at it," I soothed as I coasted the wall to keep away from it, "Look at me." I murmured and smiled when her blue eyes found mine. "That's it," I looked at the fire one last time before I ran to the bed and picked her up. I ran out of the room, to find that Dean had kicked Jennifer's door down, and Sam was on the stairs with the little boy. "Move faster, Sammy." I yelled as I jogged down the stairs, a step behind him.
That's when I felt something behind me, and not the fire. I knew I had to get Sammy and the kids out of there. Once we got closer to the front door, I knew it was going to claim us all if we didn't hurry. "Sam, take her." I said with an urgency. He looked over his shoulder at me confused. "Just do it," I snapped, and shoved the little girl into his free arm. "Go!" I yelled as he went out the door, and it slammed right after him.
"Come on ya damn thing, let's go a few rounds!" I yelled out in the house, right before it grabbed me around the ankles and dragged me across the floor to the kitchen. Before I could stand up, it threw me up against the kitchen cabinet, pinning me there. "I've dealt with worse!" I yelled out, and tried to lift my hand, though I knew it was useless.
Yellow eyes had put me in these kind of situations before, and wouldn't let me out until I could get out of it, or kill it. It wasn't my best subject with him, he always had to let me out after twenty-four hours. That's when the fire blob decided to make an appearance. "Just what I need," I muttered. "Ant!" Dean yelled, his voice echoing throughout the house, and I knew that he and Sam had finally gotten in. "Dean, in the kitchen!" I called out as I stared at the fire. A shape was forming in the fire, and I could see who it was. As Dean ran in, he raised the shot-gun full of the salt-rounds. "No, Dean! No!" I yelled and he and Sam gave me looks.
"I can see who it is," I said, right as both boys were thrown and pinned against the cabinet with me. "Who?" Sam asked. "Mom," I whispered in a watery voice. The fire left her, and there she stood, in a white nightgown, looking every bit of beautiful as I remembered her. "Don't struggle," I whispered to Dean, when I saw him trying to lift his arms. "It only makes it worse, and it drains your strength." I cautioned in a motherly tone. My attention was torn from Dean as mom walked up to me.
"Athena," She murmured, touching my cheek. Tears freely rolled down my cheeks, and I sighed. "Thank you, for being a mother when I wasn't." She murmured, and the tears came faster. She moved onto Dean. "Dean," She smiled, and moved to Sam. "Sam," Her smile turned sad. "Mom?" Sam asked in awe. "I'm sorry, Sammy." She said, then turned. "Let go of my children," She smiled one last time back at us, then disappeared in a cloud of fire and something else against the ceiling.
We hit the floor, and I stood up and wiped my cheeks. "She's gone." I murmured.
~Carry On My Wayward Children~
"Yep, she's gone, alright." Missouri said as she walked out of the house, and sat down on the steps beside us. I was in between Sam and Dean, my right arm around Dean, and my left around Sam. "But, how?" Sam asked, a confused expression on his face. "Her spirit canceled out the poltergeist. She did it save her children." My mind kept playing on loop what she said to me. She was proud of all of us.
~Carry On My Wayward Children~
"Those two kids are psychic, and they couldn't even sense that their father is in town?" Missouri asked when she got into her house. She set her purse down on the table. "John Winchester," She said with a smile as she turned into the living room to find the man sitting on the couch. "Missouri, is she gone?" He asked with tears in his eyes. "Yes, she is. And you need to call your kids." She said with a firm voice as she sat down in the chair across from the couch. "I just can't do that now. And what do you mean that 'two kids are psychic' it's only Sam." He said with a confused expression. She shook her head. "No, it's also Athena."