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Underworld's Princess 6

Description: While the Greek God’s and Goddesses hold divine power, there is also a responsibility that comes with that very power. What happens when Illiara, or Y/N as she likes to call herself, decides that those very responsibilities aren’t worth the power? Prepare for the wild adventure of Y/N finding who she truly is, fighting against her blood and her love, as she attempts to break free from the cursed bonds placed upon her and to finally live free.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!GreekGoddess!Reader (Eventual)

Warnings: Language, Blood, Violence, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn

Word Count:4492

Beta: @watermelonlipstick

Book Cover on Main Masterlist by: @talesmaniac89 and Dividers by @firefly-graphics Aesthetic Created by: Me

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Dean had dozed off sometime in the middle of the night, having fallen asleep with his back propped up on the bed's headboard. Wanting to make sure Y/N stayed alive, he found that he kept checking on her breathing as she slept soundly, the way her face twitched as she slept, his lips curling into a soft smile. While she was a mystery to him, something about her pulled at his heart.

He continued to sleep, not realizing that Y/N had started to stir. Her eyes fluttered open, and she shot up, hissing in pain, her hand holding on to her wound before she centered herself. She took in a few deep breaths as the memories of the day before flooded her.

The Winchesters.

It seemed fate was determined to continue to throw Y/N into their path. Or rather, The Fates appeared to have seen into the beyond. She made a mental note to try and seek their guidance. After all, she was sure they didn’t want anything to do with the brothers who destroyed their tapestry of the apocalypse.

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” a voice called out, making Y/N turn her head.

She simply grunted and made her way to the coffee maker.

“I think someone is not a morning person,” Dean chuckled.

“I just need to keep moving,” Y/N said as she poured herself a cup of coffee. “I can’t stay in one place too long.”

“Why’s that?” Dean asked.

Sam had already gone off on his morning run, leaving Dean and Y/N alone.

“Let’s just say that whoever was after my parents is not done,” she said. “My parents were worshippers of Hades and Persephone.”

“They worshipped the god of death?” Dean asked.

Y/N let out a frustrated sigh, “Thanatos is the God of Death. Hades is the ruler of the Underworld. He is the one who makes sure the souls don’t leave where they are supposed to be–it doesn’t make him good or evil! And he didn’t kidnap Persephone. She was curious about the Underworld, and he indulged her curiosity.”

Even talking about her parents as if they weren’t broke Y/N’s heart. But her father’s words rang in her head.

“Πρέπει να παλέψεις. Δεν μπορείτε να συνεχίσετε να είστε δειλός, τρέχοντας από τη μοίρα σας. Το να βρεις τον εαυτό σου σημαίνει να περάσεις τις δοκιμασίες όπως έκαναν πολλοί ήρωες του κόσμου μας. Είναι καθήκον σας και δικαίωμα διέλευσης. Μη φοβάσαι, λουλούδι λεβάντα μου.”

(You must fight. You cannot keep being a coward, running from your fate. To find yourself means to go through the trials as many heroes of our world did. It is your duty and your right of passage. Be not afraid, my lavender flower.)

“So your parents were his worshippers. Were they hunters?”

“You could say that,” Y/N said, offering him a small smile. “Sons and daughters of Echidna. Until one day they--,” she paused to clear her throat, “well, one day it fell on me. I must ensure these monsters stay where they should, in the Underworld and under control. Not to mention, I must hunt all the lost souls that need to be in the river.”

Y/N winced at the information she let escape.

“Lost souls?” Dean asked, raising his eyebrow at her.

“Lord Hades hates when souls escape the Underworld. He hates it when anyone escapes his realm, to be honest,” she explained, “It’s why he gave Orpheus such a challenging task. If Orpheus could hold off the temptation, he would have had Eurydice back. Lord Hades is somewhat of a romantic.”

Dean huffed, “so romantic he enticed Persephone to eat food from his realm to keep her there.”

“That’s not what happened,” she seethed.

Her anger made the room shake slightly. She closed her eyes to try to calm down, hoping Dean didn’t notice.

“Guess they’re doing some blasting close by,” he muttered, “so Hades never tricked Persephone into staying? That’s what you’re saying.”

“All these stories you hear, you must remember that Zeus loved to stick it into anything that moved and had tits,” Y/N sighed. “Persephone was warned not to eat any food from the Underworld. Well, she defiantly took a pomegranate from the Elysian fields. She took a bite out of it consuming exactly six seeds.”

“So she did it willingly. But why?” Dean wondered.

“She saw Hades as lonely. He rarely ever leaves the realm of the Underworld,” Y/N explained.

“This Illiara, what is she?” Dean asked as he looked at Y/N.

He couldn’t help but notice a sad look in her eyes as she told the tale.

“She’s their last daughter,” she sighed. “No one knows what she is a Goddess of, but something happened, and she’s running from the Gods.”

“She’s not good, but she’s not bad? Is that what you’re saying?” Dean shook his head with a huff, “I mean, I just don’t trust monsters, period. And these Gods are just that, monsters.”

“Look, you know as well as I do that nothing in this world is black and white,” she began, “there are grey areas that we just can’t explain.”

“Are we actually having a decent conversation?” Dean asked, offering her a smile.

“I guess we are,” Y/N agreed.

“You know it doesn’t hurt to give me your last name,” Dean said.

“Why? So you can look me up? Nah, I like the mystery behind myself,” she leaned back and hummed. “I should really get going.”

“You sure?” Dean’s face was concerned as she began to grab her belongings.

“Yeah,” she sighed, “I gotta keep moving. Don’t like to stay in one place for too long.”

“Then I guess we’ll see you out there,” he muttered, holding his hand to her.

The minute she took it, she could feel the electricity running through them. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest.

Dean felt it, too, his heart soaring at just the thought of holding her hand. There was something in her eyes that seemed to call him for help. Or maybe it was a trick of the light, but he could have sworn that they flashed purple for just a second.

“Hey,” a voice called from behind them.

Neither hunter noticed Sam returning to the motel room from his routine run.

“You guys okay?” he asked, looking between his elder brother and Y/N.

“Yeah,” Y/N let out, clearing her throat, “I was just saying I gotta head out. Can’t stay in one place too long. Not my style.”

“Oh?” Sam raised his eyes brow at her before noticing the look he was receiving from Dean.

“Look,” she sighed, “you guys are great hunters. I mean it. But just stay clear of the Greeks. It’s a turf war at this point, and innocent people are in the crossfire. I’m trying to save as many people as possible while taking down the monsters after an innocent Goddess, that’s all.”

“Can’t make any promises, sweetheart,” Dean breathed, “but I’ll consider it.”

“I’ll see you guys around,” she finished, making her way out the door.

Once she was gone, Dean took no time filling Sam in on the tiny bit of information he could get on the mysterious Y/N.

“You’ve been awfully quiet for a few months,” Y/N muttered as she drove down the long stretch of highway.

‘I’m just biding my time, Y/N,’ Illiara chuckled, ‘you’ve trapped me in this cage, and you have no idea of the consequences. But funnily enough, you’ve been using your powers more and more. Aren’t you scared that the Winchesters will deem you nothing more than a monster?’

“It will only prove that I am right and should have locked everything away,” Y/N reasoned.

‘The more you keep me locked up,’ Illiara chuckled, ‘the more dangerous I will be when I am set free and lock you up.’

“The more I need to train so that I can break our tether and make you disappear,” Y/N sneered.

Y/N wasn’t sure when it happened, but she could feel herself changing. At first, she had wanted to try and live with her Goddess powers separate from her own humanity. But now, she found she wanted nothing more than to destroy a piece of herself. A dark cloud loomed overhead as she tried to wrestle with her thoughts. All the while, she never noticed the flurry of winds that seemed to trail behind her car.

Three Months Later

Y/N had successfully avoided the Winchesters and the hordes of monsters that Zeus would send after her. Much of her time was spent keeping Illiara in her cage. But with every passing day keeping her darker side caged, Y/N could feel their connection breaking. It was becoming unstable, and both of them were becoming weak.

“Well,” A voice called from behind her. “Look what the cat dragged in. Hello Illiara, or is it Y/N? Either way, no matter what you call yourself, you’re still the reject of the Pantheon.”

“What do you want, Atë?” Y/N huffed in annoyance at the Goddess of mischief.

“Me? What do I want?” The Goddess asked in mock surprise. “Why, I want nothing more than to help a fellow family member.”

“Minotaur shit,” Y/N growled, “You’re the one who gave me the spell that made me like this.”

Y/N shook her head at the Goddess, who had a sparkle in her eyes.

“I just wanted to help the last daughter of the Underworld, Y/N,” Atë said, batting her eyes innocently. “After all, you didn’t want to be married to Deimos, and we all know he only has eyes for Dionysus.”

“Zeus is a blowhard, and all of you bowing to his will are weaklings. I, at least, am brave enough to stand up to him. What does that say about you?” Y/N folded her arms over her chest as she looked at Atë.

“Oh,” Atë gave Y/N a bright smile. “My dear misguided child of Hades and Persephone,” she began to parade around the young broken Goddess. “I don’t care about Zeus or why he does things. I just love causing mischief. All I did was bring a bit of fun into your life. Aren’t you having fun?”

“You should have been clearer on what the spell entailed,” Y/N spat angrily. “I had to lose my soulmate to get rid of my goddess powers.”

“Awwww,” Atë mocked. “Poor little Princess Illiara didn’t want to give up her soulmate.”

“You’re a bitch, Atë.”

“Never claimed I wasn’t. But I will say,” Atë titled her head and sneered, “the minute you cast that spell, you allowed the tapestry of the Fates to weave again. And in their crosshairs is a certain Green-eyed hunter who has already destroyed a plan they had under that mundane Christian man who calls himself God. Now that Fate is moving again, it will be interesting.”

Before Y/N could ask her what she meant, Atë had disappeared, leaving Y/N to her thoughts.

Meanwhile, in the realm of the gods, Atë made her way toward a familiar room. The walls were dark, with red tapestries hung on them. The columns held black flames within their lanterns. And in the middle of the room, an oversized ornate chair was placed on a small pedestal.

“Did you find her?”

A deep voice called to Atë from the throne. Red eyes glowed as they found her black ones.

“I did, my love,” she purred, walking sultrily towards the man in the shadows.

“And that is why you, átakto louloudáki (mischievous little flower), are my nectar,” the man let out a throaty chuckle as he made his way towards her. “You and I can cause all sorts of chaos with our combined strength.”

“Oh, Phobos,” Atë sighed as she leaned into Phobos’ touch.

“My love,” Phobos said as he caressed her cheek. “Helping my parents get revenge on Zeus and Hephaestus will be our greatest victory. ”

Phobos lifted Atë off the ground and allowed her legs to wrap around his waist. Their lips crashed into one another in a heated kiss.

“Take me, my love,” Atë moaned as Phobos laid her on his bed. “Make me yours as you have done many times before.”

“With pleasure, my átakto louloudáki.”

Still working through it all with Sam; Dean needed help finding Y/N. He’d tried everything and asked everyone he knew about the mysterious huntress who hunted Greek monsters. There was just something about her that had her on his mind no matter what Dean was doing; how she fought off the monsters and how she held herself had him constantly adjusting. He kept telling himself it was the thrill of the chase, and Dean always found he loved a good challenge.

“Hey,” Sam said as he entered the library.

Dean lowered his feet from the table and gave his brother a tightlipped smile.

“What’s up, Sammy?” Dean groaned as he stretched his back.

“Well, I’ve been researching what Y/N has said and what the Minotaurs told us about the Goddess Illiara,” Sam said, placing the laptop in front of his brother.

“What am I looking at?” Dean asked as he tilted his head at the screen.

“Well, Y/N mentioned that the story of Hades and Persephone has been misunderstood throughout time,” Sam explained as he clicked on a few links. “I found this site where a professor claims he found an old tablet detailing the true story of Hades and Persephone.”

“And where is this professor located?” Dean asked as he rubbed his eyes.

“She’s in Parthenon, Arkansas,” Sam said with a huff. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say the fates are dictating what is going on. I find it a bit weird that we bump into Y/N, and we are also going toe to toe with Greek mythology.”

“Considering that the Parthenon is where the temple of Athena is,” Dean said, “I’m not surprised.”

“How did you –”

Dean waved his brother off. “Come on, we’re burning daylight, Sammy.”

Sam watched as Dean retreated down the hallway leading to their bedrooms. A small smile appeared on the young hunter’s face. For all the masks his brother wore, Sam was always proud of him for this secret intelligence and his evident prowess. It was futile, but it didn’t stop him from wishing Dean could channel his confidence in picking women to these more meaningful parts of himself.

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