Amaranth Ch. 3
AMARANTH
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any character there in.
Rating:17 and up
Summary:Dean and Sam are once again sacrifices, to somthing supernatural. This time a Goddess! But what happens when this Goddess has somthing else in mind than a simple sacrifice?
Author notes: This story was inspired by Zannes "Pagan Gods Verse"
Warning: No wincest. But there may be some compromising moments!
Accompaning song: "Amaranth" ~ Nightwish
Sorry for the Late update. Been trying to figure out how to end the second half of this chapter, but this half has been done for a while so I decide I could let you all see it.
CH.3 The Dawn Begins
The sky was ozone blue, small pockets of clouds drifting white across it's grand expanse. The sun shown bright, warming the earth. The breeze blowing acoss tall green grass spotted with yellow dandilons. A rock lays in the feild and near it in the grass lay a checkered blanket on which lie two men, by the name of Winchester. Beyond them lay ruins of a time assumed now long gone.
The two slept on, a sleep that would soon awaken to a life anew.
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Dean slowly opened his eyes, the glow of the sun on his face and skin bright and warm, but not blinding. He breatheed in deeply, the air was crisp and clean. He stretched and couldn't help but feel like a cat who had just spent the afternoon basking in the sun. He felt relaxed for the first time in a long time. No aches no pains fact was he felt as if he had just spent a day at the spa. Dean slowly more lazily sat up and scanned his surroundings.
Lying to his left Dean saw Sam resting peacefully on his side, his right arm acting as a pillow. It had been a long time since Dean had seen Sam look so untoubled in his sleep, as if in the waking world he had not a single worry to contend with. Dean noticed Sam had on different clothes than he had been wearing the last time Dean had seen him, that being just a second before he had beeen knocked out, only to wake to find himself strappeed to a sacrificial pole. Sam was wearing a white shirt and blue jeans, and barefoot. Curiously Dean looked down and checked over his own attire to find himself dressed as similarly.
"Huh" He said aloud raising an eyebrow at that.
It was weird but longer Dean stared at Sam he couldn't help but sense that there was somthing different about his brother.
Dean looked up and around his surroundings.They were lying on a checkered blanket in a grassy feild that was spotted with dandilions. In most derectons as far as his eyes could see all there was is feild. Behind him though a few feet away was a large stone big enogh that several people could lay on it and basking in the warm sun. And behind that were what looked to be ruins similar to ones you would see from ancient Rome or Greece.
Where the hell were they? The last thing he remembers clearly, he wasn't even sure it was clear because considering the absoulute non-crispy flesh he was sporting there was no way he could have been on fire.
Reaching out his hand Dean shook Sam's shoulder, he almost hated having wake him from his first non-fitfull sleep in so long, but it was necessary.
"Sam?", he whispered.
"Huh?", Sam replied looking up at Dean sleepily. He yawned, "What time is it?"
Dean rolled his eyes, "Somehow Sam I don't think that is what you should be worrying about"
That's when Sam first noticed where they were, "Where are we?"
"Anywhere and Everywhere" spoke a familiar female voice, from behind them.
Sam and Dean immeadiatly turned. Laying on the rock which had been unoccupied moments before lay the Goddess who had held them captive, lounging on one arm and and holding a woven basket in the other, smiling happily at them. Her red hair was blowing softly in the breeze, a stray hair tickling at her cheeks ocasionally. She wore a white dress simple yet elegant, her feet were bare.
Dean couldn't help himself as he felt himself react just a little at her divine beauty.
An damn if that made him pissed let alone that smile that made him want to punch her right in middle of her face. He usually had a poilcy of not hitting women, but considering she was a Goddess, and was not human he was pretty sure he could let that slide.
Dean had a small inkling of a thought whether he had been raped while he had been passed out, which was a reasonable thing considering the lusting and lethargic state she had caused in him.
Dean put his arm across Sam as he began to back away slowly, Sam following his movements.
The goddess spoke softly,"There is nothing to be afraid of my children, you have nothing to fear of me"
"Yeah like we'd beleive that sister. And we're definately not your kids either". Alright, Dean thought, this sister has freaking lost it.
The Goddess smiled, a smile one would only reserve for ignorant children, Dean was finding it rather irritating.
"You can try try to leave here, if that is your wish, but you will find it rather difficult as only someone who knows how to leave here can do so", she stated rather matter of factly.
"What?" exlaimed Sam.
"The hell is that supposed to mean?", Dean was really starting to get angry he may not have known where they were but he was pretty sure if they kept walking they'd run into some sort of civilization at some point.
"You are in a world between. A place just askew of reality. It is a place where god's go to rest, it is place where all of our breed have it's origins."
A place inbetween? Come on that's, that's just wakey, even by thier standards. This goddess was officailly on his fuity loopy's list. And why does he get the strange feeling that when she say's 'our' she wasn't just talking about herself?
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Sam had woken up feeling rather better than he had in a while, but he could have done with a little more rest cause he was really comfortable. Why the hell did Dean have to wake him up so freaking much?
After asking Dean the time, he finnally took notice of his surroundings scanning for somthing familiar he found that hadn't a damn clue where he was. Dean was right the time was really the least of his concerns.
And then the Goddess showed up, and Damn if he really want to figure out what her name is cause really calling her "Goddess" all the time made him feel like he was praising her or somthing and that just made him feel dirty.
She seemed to be acting non threatening, even going so far to state that they had nothing to fear from her. Of couse it wasn't likely they were going to beleive that any time soon.
And then it got really weird as the goddess started to reveal a little information about there current location. A worl between? What like they weren't in there own universe? Or in Some sort of Bubble between realities? Was that even possible? And say it is possible, Is this only a place that gods can enter or exit? Would they need her assistence to leave this place? And what about the origins of the gods?
Which brought him back to the first thing she had said, the goddess had called them her 'children'? Is that what she considered her followers? Or did she mean somthing else?
Alright, Sam thought stepping forward to stand side by side with Dean, he needed to get some answers. And hopefully, if it worked, Dean woudn't be making fun of him for it later.
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Dean noticed out the corner of his eye as Sam moved to stand next to him. He knew that look on his younger brothers face, it was one that made Dean wanna groan because this definately was not the time to interrorgate/negotiate, someone, especially when she was a rather powerful goddess who as far as he knew still planned on devouring them, one way or another.
And then Dean felt his jaw drop about ten feet as Sam got down on one knee, looking the the goddess in the face, and spoke, "Your grace, Goddess, as we are gratefull that you have spared our lives, is there somthing we may call you, if to only better show our grattidude. And perhaps bequeth us a passage home?"
What the hell on earth is Sam trying to do, Dean thought, cause it really looked like he was sucking up to this crazy bitch. Dean was starting to wonder if Sam really had been switched with a changeling after bitrth.
The goddess chuckled "I suppose that it would only be fair to give my name as I know yours. You may call me Demeter"
Dean and Sam both gasped. They were not dealing with just any goddess, but a powerful and ancient greek goddess. A mother goddess of fertility, harvest, earth and seasons.
Most often than not when Dean and Sam have dealt with a god they had usaually never heard of them, but the greeks were one of the most famous of most gods.
Dean was offically wishing they had choosen another case. Like a nice poltergeist, he almost prefered getting knocked into a wall than be in the precence of this Goddess, Demeter.
"As of your passage home that matter we will save for later discussion. And while it is pleasing your rather cute adoration, it is not necessary, you are mistaken as to why your lives are still your own."
Sam almoost choked standing up in hurry embaressment blushing his cheeks "Ugh sorry..yeah..uh...yeah."
Steping in and rolling his eyes at his younger brother Dean asked, "So why didn't you kill us cause you sure seemed set on it last night."
She chuckled, sliding off the rock and onto the grass walking till she stood infront of Dean. She leaned into him, he leaned back, but she took her left arm to his back and, with suprising strength, brought him forward.
Her lips brushing his ear, "I never said anything about killing you, Ver".
"Wha-", Dean asked, but was cut off the sudden intrusion of Demeter's lips on his.
And what a kiss. Dean found himself kissing her back helplessly, leaning into her, his arms reaching around her slim waist. He wanted her to take he now, regardless of current company. Her lips tasted like roses, and honey, and wheat, and clover, and cherry's and and...god he couldn't get enough of her.
But something was wrong. Well ok not wrong exactly more like a little off, cause the kisses were just orgasmic, but this was different from any other kiss he had ever experienced. It was like he was being filled up with...somthing. It was like electricity buzzing along his skin flowing in from his lips and filtering through to his entire being, but instead of pain or weakness all he felt was utter bliss. In a way he felt like as if he were a starving man, and kissing her, was the only sustanance that would satisfy his hunger. This was the most delicious and intoxicating kiss he had ever experienced and God damn him he never wanted to stop.
She pulled away all to quickly for Dean's satisfaction. He groaned wantingly he wanted her to stay he wanted more, needed more, so much more. The sensation, the energy that now seemed to be flowing in his body was making him giddy in a good high sorta way, it was addicting and he was pretty sure he would follow her willing, do anything wiliingly if she asked, just for another taste.