The usual. I don't own SPN or any of its stars, (though I wish I did. Lol!) Though I do own Athena and the idea. What do you think about this chapter? I wanted to write her telling the boys. Reviews are welcome and appreciated! Thanks to my reviewers to leaving such good reviews! You rock!
Chapter Seven(part one):
I sat on the couch in the hotel in front of Sam and Dean. They both stood, arms crossed over their chests, eyes staring down on me. "If we're going to talk, don't look down your nose at me. Sit." I said, tapping the toe of my boot on the carpet. Both pulled up chairs from the table, Dean flipping the chair backward and straddling the chair, and Sam laying his left ankle on his right leg.
"So, start talking." Dean said, making a gesture with his hand to hurry me up. I sighed and looked them in the eyes. They didn't have hatred there, only worry, fear, and betrayal. I sighed again, closed my eyes, and began. "It started on the night of Sammy turned six months old. I stood there, by his crib, and watched him like I did every night. That's when yellow eyes came. He first gave Sam some of his blood. Then shoved his wrist in my direction. But, he gave me more than he did Sammy. I became more powerful."
I opened my eyes slowly to see Sam looking shocked and disgusted, and Dean not looking much different. Before anything could anything else could come out of their mouths, I plowed ahead. "I ran to my room after that. I didn't come out until I heard the screams." My voice faltered, and I struggled to swallow the lump there. My eyes burned with unshed tears. "He came to me twelve years later, demanding that I come with him to train. Or, he would kill you both. Do you really think I could leave you guys that easily?"
I asked, the unshed tears falling down my cheeks to land in warm droplets on my jeans. I opened my mind to theirs, and found out that they already knew I wouldn't leave them willingly. Dean cleared his throat. "Okay, so how long did you train with Yellow Eyes?" He asked, his face clear of emotion. I swiped the tears off of my cheeks, then took a deep breath.
"Eight years. I got free two years ago, when I almost killed Yellow Eyes. And me-" I turned around and lifted my black tank top, showing my lower back which was covered with a burn scar. Sam grimaced, and Dean looked angry. I knew then he found another reason to kill Yellow Eyes. "I moved to Sioux South Dakota, into Bobby's and he helped me. I bout DSW a year ago." I gave a faint smile as I thought about my bar.
"Why didn't you find us?" Sam asked, his voice thick with emotion. "I went into hiding to protect you two. To protect myself. I knew what I was sacrificing when I went willingly with Yellow Eyes. I was sacrificing the right to see you again, to talk to you again. I did it to protect you. I did it because I love you two too much to let anything happen to you. I'd do it again." I looked them in the eyes.
"I will always protect you." I gave a watery smile. "Your my little brothers. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for y'all." Sam stood up and pulled me into his arms. "I understand why you did it. But we're family. We stick together no matter what." He murmured in my ear. I then felt Dean's arm wind around my back. "No more secrets," He whispered, then kissed my head.