Otherworldly

CH. 1 - How Did We End Up Here?

(Originally from my AO3)

A/N— forgive me if the facts are WILDLY inaccurate bro...i just write 4 fun dont bully me...also ive only known The Witcher from the Netflix adaptation)

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"Red!" Dean yelled, tossing her a knife as he kicked the demon in front of him. She caught the blade just in time to stab the black-eyed vessel that had her pinned to the wall.

Red and the Winchesters were no strangers to a bloody battle with demons in play. This time it was just as gruel, just as wild and just as exhausting.

"I think that's the last of them," Sam panted, walking towards his brother and his best friend with a slight limp—they weren't usually lucky in getting out of a fight without a single scratch. After all, it was only three of them against what seemed like a dozen. "We should get going before more of them show up."

"You okay, Sam?" Red rushed to his side, putting his arm around her to help balance him. "What happened?"

"One of them managed to scratch my calf with a knife. It's not that bad."

Dean turned his head slightly to look at the pair, a small smile tugged at his lips. His brother never admitted it, but Dean knew how smitten he was with Red.

Suddenly, both Red and Sam's froze in their spot, their eyes glued to something in front of them. Dean whipped his head around only to see a raven-haired woman staring at the three of them with dark eyes. Red scowled, automatically reaching for her weapon.

"Atë." The Greek Goddess of Mischief. This was not their first encounter. Red's heart beat with rage, anger clouding her vision. The deity in front of her had killed many people, including her very own sister. She wanted nothing more than to kill the being. All three of them were already pointing their guns at her. But guns were no use. Nothing Red tried before had killed the Goddess. Guns, knives, arrows...she seemed indestructible. But that wasn't going to keep her from trying.

"I can smell your displeasure from here." Atë narrowed her eyes, looking pointedly at their guns. "Trust me, mortals. There's nothing you can do that will kill me."

"Watch me try, bitch."

"Your words do not hurt me either." A dry chuckle escaped her lips.

"What do you want?" Sam hissed.

"For you to stop interrupting my plans."

"Heh, well no can do. We're not letting you destroy our world anytime soon." Dean kept his gun pointed at her. He knew it wouldn't kill her, but it could very well slow her down.

Atë did not reply. Instead, she kept her intense gaze fixed on them. They stared back twice as hard, ignoring the uneasy feeling that was starting to brew in the pits of their stomachs.

"I think it's time I finally get rid of you three." And with that, she rose her pale arms to the air, hailing a cloud of dark blue mist. It descended from the ceiling, and all the three humans could do was watch in horror.

They went to shoot at her but she was no longer there, and soon the whole area was covered in the mist.

It was like it happened in slow-motion. There was nothing they could do, they were helpless as the mist surrounded them. It spiralled like a hurricane, blocking all their senses. Before they were completely engulfed, Red noticed a flash of white light but it disappeared just as soon as she blinked.

Red tried to reach for the two men, but her body felt languid. She tried to call out for them, but her voice was gone, her throat dry and coarse. It was a state of frenzy that she didn't know how to react to. Everything was out of control. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to stop from screaming—there wouldn't even be any sound.