The usual. I don't SPN or any of it's stars. I do own Athena and the idea though. What do you think about this chapter? I might skip a few episodes, to where they find their dad. I don't know though. Reviews are welcome and appreciated.
Chapter Four (Part Two):
I leaned against the driver's side of the impala, staring at the asylum. Dean and Sam were standing in front of the open trunk, loading shot guns with salt-rounds. This was the second walk through, the first we figured out who the ghost was. Dr. Ellicott. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dean throw me a shot-gun, and without thinking, my mind caught it mid-air, inches from my face. I snatched it out of thin air, and cocked it. I hoped they hadn't noticed it, but when I looked back at their faces, I could tell they noticed. One thing about Sam and Dean, yeah, they might be hunters, yeah they might be guys guys, but they were smarter than they put on, and noticed everything.
I knew then that I was going to have to start answering some questions I didn't want to answer. "Lets go," I said, grabbing some more salt rounds out of the trunk and stuffing them in my coat pocket. I looked at the asylum, and wanted to shudder. I'd been in some creepy places, but this one topped the cake. I looked at the ten foot gate in front of me, and then looked back at Sam and Dean. "Climb or cut?" I asked. "No wire cutters," Dean said. I sighed. I tossed my shot-gun to Sam, took a few paces back, then took a running jump at the fence.
I quickly scaled the fence, and once I got to the top, I balanced on my hands, my legs straight in the air. Letting myself fall backwards, I landed in a crouch. They both stared, and I gave a dazzling smile. "Here," Sam huffed, throwing over my shot-gun, then his. Catching both of the guns, I stepped back and watched him fall over the side of the fence, landing on his back. I tried not to laugh as he stood up and brushed himself off. "Here," I said trying not to laugh. "Are you okay, Sammy?" I asked, again trying not to smile as I handed him the gun. "Fine," He snapped. I caught Dean's gun as he threw it over, and when he came over, he landed on both feet. "Ha!" He said triumphantly, walking over and snatching the gun out of my hands.
We made our way into the asylum, with Dean leading the way, Me, then Sam. Once we got into the building, we went into the hallway that was for the real crazies. "Lets find Dr. Ellicott and get out of here," Dean muttered, stopping in the middle of the hallway, and looked around at the vandalized rooms. Suddenly, I felt someone grip my wrist hard, hard enough to leave bruises. "Ouch," I said, looking back at Sam, to see that Sam had both hands on the shot-gun. "Sam, Dean." I murmured right before I was jerked into a room, and the metal door slamming closed.
"Ant, Ant!" The boys were screaming my name, banging on the door. I opened my mind to their's, and read them. Ant! No! That was Sam. God, no. Don't let anything happen to her, That was Dean. "I won't hurt you," A deep voice said in my ear, and I turned and saw a huge shadow against the wall. "We need your help. Room 137." He murmured, then the door swung open, to reveal only Dean standing there. "Where's Sammy?" I asked as I rubbed at the bruises on my arm. Dean pointed down the hallway. "He ran that way to see if he could find something to open the door." I nodded, and stepped out the room, picking up the shot-gun I'd dropped while I was dragged back into the room.
"We need to find room 137." I said, walking down the hallway, and checking the room numbers. "Why?" Dean asked, keeping a close eye on everything in the hospital. "Because that's what the ghost said. He said to find room 137." I said, and once I found the room, I went in there to find nothing but a boiler room. "What the hell?" I demanded, walking around the room. "Maybe, there's a hidden room in here," Dean said, looking at the walls closely, and straining his ears. That's when Sammy came in. "Find anything?" He asked, his shot-gun pointed towards to the ground.
"No, though we are looking for a hidden room." Dean said, and kept feeling along the walls. I tuned them and concentrated on listening. There. The sound of wind being blown in. I could even see the where a part of the wall didn't full touch the ground. "There, Dean." I said, pointing at the section of the wall. Before Dean could move, Sam spoke. "Dean." He said simply, and I turned to see the barrel of the shot-gun pointed at Dean. "Put it down, Sam." Dean said simply, keeping the shot-gun lowered. "Is that an order?" He snapped. I stepped in front of Dean. "You bet your ass that's an order," I said in a commanding voice. He looked at me, and I could tell this was not Sammy.
"I don't want to hurt you, Athena. But I will if you don't move." He said, cocking the gun. "That's rock salt, Sam. That isn't going to kill me." I said, cocking my gun. "No, but it will hurt like hell." He said as he pulled the trigger. "No!" Dean yelled as the rock salt exploded against my chest, throwing me back into Dean, who went through the wall. I landed on top of Dean, clutching my chest. It felt like sternum was broken, I touched it just to make sure, and was rewarded with relief and pain when I found out it was only going to be a bruise. "Ant? Ant? Are you okay?" He asked as he pushed me off of him and sat up on his hunches.
I nodded. "Yeah, just go find that body and burn it. Now!" I yelled once I saw that Sam was walking toward us. I needed to turn his wrath in my direction to give Dean enough time burn that body. "Sam." I said simply, stepping into his path. He stared down at me, and I could see the evil in his eye. But that wasn't the Sammy I knew. The Sammy I knew, he wasn't evil. He wasn't this. "Move, Athena." He growled. "No," I said defiantly. "Why would you care what I did to Dean? After all, you weren't there for ten years. Ten years when we needed you. When I needed you." He spat. That hurt. I stood my ground, though I could feel the tears in my eyes. "Because. If it were Dean in your place, I would have done the same thing. You want to know why? Because I love you, you two are my boys." I said, trying to keep the tears in.
Sam stood there motion-less, when suddenly I heard Dean grunt. I looked back at him to see him fighting with Ellicott, and Ellicott's hand inches from Dean's face, blue radiating through it. "I'm going to make you better," He murmured. I pulled out the lighter I had in my back pocket, and saw that Dean had already salted and poured gasoline on the body, just hadn't got time to light it. I lit the lighter. "Dude, two things. One, no one wants your friggin' treatment. And two, you don't mess with a Winchester." I said as I threw the lighter down onto his body.
The ghost went up in flames, and Sam fell to his knees. "Sammy?" I asked as I ran over to him. I lifted his head. "Ant? I'm so sorry," He murmured, pulling me into his embrace. "It's okay," I murmured as I rubbed circles on his back.