Well here's part two. What do you think? Was it to early revealing her secret? Reviews are welcome and appreciated! Thanks to my reviewers! You guys are awesome! (I don't own SPN or any of its stars. though I do own Athena and the idea!)
Chapter Six (part 2):
I helped Sam up off of the ground, and quickly threw his arm over my shoulders. He grunted, then grabbed his backpack off the ground. "Which way?" I asked, and he pointed straight in front of him. "I heard the train, and-" He pulled away from me to pull out the map he had in his backpack. "Train tracks..." He kept muttering until he found the tracks. "That's a housing development, right?" I asked as I pointed to the houses running along the tracks. He nodded, and started off in that direction. I followed behind him, until we finally got to the housing development.
That's when I saw the woman from Sam's mind, and the baby she was pushing in the stroller. "That's her," Sam muttered to me, then ran over to her, helping her with the umbrella she was struggling to close. I threw on a smile, then ran over behind Sam. "Here, let me help you with that." Sam said with a smile. I smiled at the woman when her curious eyes ran over us. "My, she's gorgeous!" I said when I took a look inside the stroller.
The baby in the stroller was looking around at her surroundings, her blue eyes bright. She was gorgeous. I looked back up at the woman, and saw her smile. "Oh! My name's Athena, and this is my little brother, Sam. We just moved in down the street." I said, holding my hand out to her. She shook it, then shook Sam's hand in turn. "Well, I'm Monica, and this is Rosie. She is exactly six months old today." She smiled as she gazed down at the baby.
"Well, its good to meet you Athena and Sam." Monica smiled one last time at us before she directed the stroller in the direction of the van that had just pulled into her driveway. Suddenly, I felt a vibrating in my pocket, and pulled out the cheap burner phone. I saw it was dad, and flipped it open. "Hello?" I asked and quickly walked away from Monica and her family. "Athena? Pastor Jim just died." I pulled the phone away from my ear and ended the call.
Sam stood beside me, his eyes curious. "Sammy, Pastor Jim just died."
~Carry On My Wayward Children~
I sat on the middle of one of the beds, my legs crossed in front of me, indian style. Dean paced the kitchen, Sam sat in a kitchen chair, and dad sat on the end of the other bed. "So, you got the call when we were all split up?" I asked, and watched as dad nodded, his head hung. Dad stood up. "This ends, tonight. We end this tonight. I want the people that we love and care about to stop dying. We finish this." He said in a determined voice.
"I know where yellow eyes is going to hit next." Sam murmured as he played with a fork that was on the table. Dad whipped his head around to stare at Sam. "How?" He demanded. "I had a vision. The baby is exactly six months old today. I saw in the vision, that the mother is going to die if we don't save her." Sam said in a small voice. Dad turned his piercing stare on Dean. "When something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone and call me. " He said in an angry voice.
Dean turned and gave a harsh laugh. "Call you? Are you kidding me? Dad, I called you from Lawrence. Sam called you when I was dying. I mean, getting you on the phone - I've got a better chance of winning the lottery." I took in the fight between Dean and dad, and smiled. Dean was finally standing up to Dad.
That's when Sam's phone started ringing. He pulled it out, and gave us a I-don't-know- look. He answered it carefully."Hello? Meg?" He asked, and I stiffened. We had some bad blood between us. Not just because she put those shadow dogs on us that night and about had us killed, no. When I was with yellow eyes, she was one of my lovely instructors. She'd about given me up, but that's when Sam destroyed the alter, sending the shadow dogs after her.
"No, I don't know where he's at. He's not with us." Sam said as he looked up at dad, who gestured for Sam to give him the phone. "John here, I don't have the colt. Caleb?" His voice rang with shock and sadness. Suddenly his face went from sad to mad. "Yeah, I'll bring the colt." He said, snapping the phone shut with a forced slap.
Dean looked at dad, but its Sam who jumped out of seat. "The Colt? You can't give her that. That's what we need to kill yellow eyes!" He had a shocked expression. "Relax. We're not giving her The Colt. We're going to get a dead ringer. Besides us-" He gestured around the room. "-And a couple of vampires, no one really knows what The Colt looks like." He then pointed to Dean. "Go to an antique shop and get a gun that looks similar to The Colt." Dean nodded, then walked out the door.
~Carry On My Wayward Children~
We sat in the impala later that night in front of Monica's house. Dad had left four hours earlier. Dean had wanted to go with him, but dad told Dean to stay here. I again sat in the back, until I felt that familiar shock going up my spine when yellow eyes was around. "He's here!" I yelled, jumping out of the impala when the lights on the street started to flicker.
Dean and Sam jumped out of the car, and ran up to the house, picking the lock. We entered the house, only to be stopped by a man swinging a bat at Dean's head. "Monica, get Rosie! Get out of here!" The man yelled. "No! Don't go in the nursery!" I screamed up the stairs, suddenly threw back into the past when I saw mom on the ceiling.
I curled my hands into fists as I cocked the guy, and ran up the stairs, Sam hot on my trail. I made it into the nursery, and Sam grabbed the baby from the crib. Dean ran up the stairs and grabbed Monica. I was threw against the wall, and I saw yellow eyes peering out of the darkness of the nursery. Sam ran down the stairs with the baby, his eyes locked with mine until he disappeared. I looked over at yellow eyes as he stepped from the darkness, a snarky smile on his face.
"Well, well, well." He said with a laugh. That's when I heard the pounding of footsteps on the stairs. Sam and Dean stood in the doorway staring at the thing that killed mom. Before Dean could pull out The Colt, both he and Sam were thrown up against the wall. I saw red. I swung at yellow eyes with my mind, pinning him to the wall while I fell free. I was aware of my brothers gaping mouths as they stared at me, but I was concentrated on yellow eyes.
I couldn't free them, it was taking almost all my power to resist his force. "You know, yellow eyes, I was always more powerful when I was pissed. Now, you've got me really pissed. I know you sent Meg to kill Jim and Caleb. " I ground out between clenched teeth.
Yellow eyes snarky smile returned. "You were always my best student. I'll come back for you." He gave an evil laugh before he disappeared from my grasp, and I fell to the floor, gasping for air while I held my head. I hadn't used that kind of power in almost three years. I looked up at my brothers, to see their weary expressions.
"I'm sorry."