#Dean Winchester x Female!GreekGoddess!Reader(Illiara)

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Underworld's Princess 7

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:4877

Beta: @watermelonlipstick (thank you so much for beating this hun! you have no idea how much I appreciate you!)

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

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Sam and Dean had driven to Parthenon only to find that the professor had left to lecture at the local college. Professor Nedra Athena Athanasiou (a-tha-nah-see-ou) was beginning to pick up steam on the Ancient Greek Gods when the Winchesters slipped in, having been directed to the class by a sleepy-looking coed. . 

“We start to see that civilization and different societies now segregate based on the gods they worship,” Professor Athanasiou lectured. 

“Like Sparta worshiping Ares and Athens Athena?” A student called out, raising their hand somewhat pointlessly at the same time they spoke. 

“Exactly right,” the professor acknowledged. “But many other gods had their worshipers, and that included Hades. Most notably, when one invokes the name of a God, you garner their attention. So, when invoking Hades, simply call upon the overseer of justice in the afterlife. He determined the worth of your soul.” 

“But didn’t he kidnap Persephone?” The girl who’d asked seemed genuinely disturbed, taking notes furiously with eyebrows twisted in concentration. 

“Ah,” professor Athanasiou chuckled, “The famed story of Hades and Persephone. There are many versions of the story. But I have discovered an ancient tablet in the very sacred area of the Archeon river in Ephyra. Rumors circulate that the river is the gateway to the Underworld. While Hades did not have a large following of worshipers, he had a small cult, the Oracles of the Dead. These were simple seers who could predict the death of someone. They would commune with Thanatos and then see the judgment of the soul Hades had placed on them.” 

“Doesn’t that mean that they were risking Hades' wrath? I mean, to worship the dead or underworld was a bad omen, wasn’t it?” 

“Yes, that is the assumption,” professor Athanasiou agreed with her student. “And yet, Lord Hades is said to be compassionate when it comes to grief. The Necromanteion of Acheron was a place for mourners to commune with their lost loved ones. It is for those who respected Hades and his rule over the souls of our world. Considering that most stories are about Zeus and his exploits.” She paused for dramatic effect. “We all can see how just because he oversees the souls and determines their worth, Hades was a pussy cat in comparison.” 

Much of the class chuckled. 

To his surprise, Dean found himself interested in the volley between them.. A small part of him wondered about the god and his wife. 

“If Hades didn’t kidnap Persephone,” he called out, “then what’s the skinny there?”  

“Dean, what are you–” Sam began, quickly cut off by the professor. 

“That is the conversation we were supposed to have,” she chuckled. “But Hades stumbled upon the young goddess when she approached his gate. She had demanded entrance to see how things worked. That, and she was curious about the lord of the Underworld.” The class laughed again when she put bogeyman-like emphasis on ‘underworld’, and Sam thought it sounded genuine. She was good–not every professor could keep college kids on the edge of their seats about old stories like this. 

Dean leaned his elbows on his thighs, resting his head in his hands as he listened. Sam wasn’t sure what angle his brother was going for, but whatever kept Dean invested in research was fine by him. 

“Hades knew that Demeter would not want her daughter consorting with the dead and other creatures of the Underworld, so he demanded she leave,” professor Athanasiou continued. “Hades had Cerberus guard the gates and deny entry to the young Persephone. But the young Goddess was determined to explore the Underworld and learn about its ruler. You see,” she paused and looked at her students. “It’s hotly debated whether Hades was a true Olympian.”

“Wouldn’t calling him an Olympian mean he had a throne on Olympus?” A student asked from the back of the room. 

“And therein lies the debate,” the professor announced, “For one to be considered an Olympian, one must have a throne on Olympus. But Hades is a part of the Olympic Gods as he is the third brother to Zeus, and he helped both to defeat the Titans and imprison them. This is the paradox we find ourselves in.” 

“Persephone brought three gifts for Cerberus. Each head wanted something different,” she progressed. “The first head to her left loved balls. The middle head was fond of bones to chew on, and the third head loved to eat fresh meat.” 

Professor Athanasiou used her body to act out the actions she narrated. Dean couldn’t help but smirk at the professor's teaching method, but perked up when she continued the story. 

“Once Persephone was sure she gained Cerberus’ trust,” she narrated, “the young Goddess made her way towards the river where the ferryman Charon awaited. As we all know, Charon is the ferryman who takes souls to Lord Hades to be assessed and placed in Tartarus, where one is tortured for all eternity. Or the Elysian fields where you live your days in peace.” 

Dean raised his hand, “So this is the Greeks’ version of the uh, pearly gates and the deep fryer?” He glanced around when the students near him snickered at the rough gestures above and below he’d made, the apparent annoyance on his face only decipherable to Sam as covering up a touch of self-consciousness.

“One can make that assessment, yes.” The professor offered him a smirk. “I’m sorry, you seem rather new to my class and –” 

“I do apologize, Ma’am,” Dean offered. “I’m looking to transfer and I was told this class was taught by a goddess, who is passionate about Greek History and Mythology. I have to say they were right. .” 

“Hmmm,” the professor blushed and winked at him. “I hope my lecture so far has wine and dined you today. Thought you might want to tone the flirting down a bit. ” 

“Yes, Ma’am,” Dean chuckled. 

“Now,” professor Athanasiou continued, “Persephone would sneak into the Underworld and shadow Lord Hades for days. She watched as he passed judgment on the souls that entered the Underworld. She could see that his eyes were filled with sadness and loneliness. Something that had the young goddess’s heart ache. She didn’t like seeing the Lord of the Underworld in pain, much less that he was technically her Uncle. Then again, these are the Gods we are discussing, but that is a discussion for another day. Anyway, seeing Hades look sad and lonely propelled the young Goddess to reveal herself.” 

Professor Athanasiou paced in front of her desk as she continued. Persephone had begun to annoy Hades with trivial questions such as his favorite hobby and what he thought of the stars. Dean couldn’t help but wonder why the Goddess of Agriculture wanted to be with a God who handled dead souls day in and day out. 

Dean continued to listen intently as the professor reached the climax. 

“For all the time that Persephone had gone to visit Hades,” she stated, “Her mother, Demeter, had begun to notice. Demeter was very protective of her daughter and was horrified that her precious Louloúdi—flower for those of you who have not taken Greek yet.” 

She chuckled along with other students in the class. 

“So, she was horrified to see her daughter communicating and intimately touching the Lord of the Underworld. Now mind you, intimately to Demeter was Persephone linking arms with Hades as he led her deeper into his realm.” 

Professor Athanasiou paused and took a deep breath. Her eyes roamed over all the students in attendance before falling on Dean’s intense stare.  

���This is where the myth coincides with what was written on the tablet I found,” she held Dean’s gaze as she moved on. “Demeter went to Zeus and accused Hades of kidnapping her daughter and imprisoning her in the Underworld. Of Course, Persephone being Zeus’s daughter, he was outraged at the thought. But then again, he felt sorrow for his brother, who spent much of his time in solitude. So, Zeus called upon Hades and Persephone and demanded to know what was happening. Well, to make this incredibly long story short,” she paused as her students laughed. 

Sam couldn’t help but notice the slightly sad look on the professor’s face. 

“Zeus knew that Persephone was curious but had forbidden her from seeing Hades. However, Persephone ignored Zeus’s warnings and snuck her way into the Underworld and to the Elysian fields. There she took a pomegranate from the tree of knowledge and took a bite. She had six seeds in her mouth and was about to take another when Hades stopped Persephone.”

The professor nodded and walked across the front of the lecture hall. She paused and took a deep breath before turning back to her students. 

“Hades gazed at her with fire in her eyes before she pulled him in for a fierce kiss that melted the cold heart of the Lord of the Underworld.” She took a deep breath before continuing, “it was at this moment that the woven tapestry of the Fates had begun to glow. This was meant to happen.” 

Dean huffed and let out a snort. He remembered dealing with one of the Fates and wasn’t interested in a round two. 

“You see, fate has a funny way of working. And the three Fates, Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, forsaw  the one thing Zeus could not. Hades and Persephone would have a powerful child who would not bend to Zeus’s will. For you see, the Gods all had to follow Zeus’s will, and even though Hades could technically usurp his brother, he chose not to. Hades is very content with his life in the Underworld, and with Persephone by his side, he saw no need to be amongst the Gods of Olympus. But his youngest daughter was rumored to be the one who will never bend to the word of Zeus, for she would hold a power to rival his own. And should Zeus continue to fight Fate,” the professor chuckled, “the young Goddess would be his downfall.”   

 Dean rolled his eyes. This was getting him and Sam no closer to finding this Illiara. He was about to get up when the professor cleared her throat. 

“This is what Fate had in store. I just happened to find a piece of the tapestry found to prove my claim that the stories of Hades and Persephone are all about suppressing what one does not understand.”

Dean felt his breath hitch as a pair of violet eyes stared back at him. The professor's picture showed a woman with shades of violet and dark purple in her hair standing atop a hill overlooking the world. She looked ethereal to Dean, and something about her pulled at his heart, even if it was just a picture. But something else caught Dean’s eye: a figure in the background, bright green eyes looking at the goddess as her hair flowed in the wind. Something flashed in Dean’s mind.   

‘Find her and guide her. But your task is not easy, vessel of the archangels. You will be tested and pushed to your limits as you rise, Hero of the Underworld.’ 

Dean shook his head at the sensation and groaned. Whatever that was, he had no time to dwell on it. He had to find this Illiara and send her packing back to where she belonged, the Underworld.

“You okay?” Sam asked, concern flashing on his face. 

“Fine,” Dean mumbled as he turned his attention back to the professor. 

“It seems our time is up,” she said as students grumbled. “I know, I know.” she held her hands up in surrender. “But I do have one assignment for you. Visit the replica of the Parthenon in Nashville,” she announced, her eyes holding on to Dean’s gaze. “You won’t regret it, plus it's extra credit, as long as I get a report on anything interesting you find.” 

The Winchesters waited patiently for the rest of the students to filter out of the lecture hall, digesting the story. But on top of the words, Dean’s mind was on the picture of the famed Illiara. He walked over to the projection and tilted his head. Something about the eyes called to him, the deep violet seeming to come alive as he continued to stare. The hair seemed to move with unseeable wind ;the white, lavender and purple mix appeared to sway, hypnotizing Dean. 

“Dean.” 

Sam’s voice and snapping fingers broke Dean out of his trance. 

“Huh?” he called out, returning his focus to the present. 

The professor and Sam seemed to be looking at Dean curiously. 

“I was just telling your brother here that if you want to know more about Persephone and Hades, there is a book I have published. Though it hasn’t been released yet, I do have an advanced copy I could give you.” 

Sam thanked the professor as he took the hefty manuscript in his hands. At that moment, Dean received an important call from their friend James. James had met Dean on a vampire hunt before having to save his mom and Jack from Apocalypse world. James said that a hunter nearby needed their help with several monsters they had never seen before. Dean shot Sam a look, signaling to the younger one that it was time to go to work. Once they were gone, professor Athanasiou let out a small chuckle before a bright light engulfed her.  

There stood the Goddess Athena, smiling as she gazed at the door the Winchester Brothers had exited from. 

“The cogs of Fate are in motion,” she sighed as her owl flew into the lecture hall and perched on her shoulder. “Bubo, you might need to keep an eye on them. Be my eyes and ears and guide them in the right direction,” she told the owl, letting her index finger caress him gently. 

The owl simply hooted before disappearing. 

“Now,” she said to herself, “time to make sure that Illiara follows the right path as well. I have my work cut out for me.” 

Y/N sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. None of the books had any information she was looking for. It would be hard to help if there wasn’t enough information. From what she gathered, as far as witness accounts go, was that These weren’t your typical monsters. These were Cynolycus disguised as humans. Outside of the human form that imitated their original bodies, they would have the body of a stag, the neck of a lion, cloven hooves, and a bony ridged mouth. Their teeth were still ridge-like, but they had sharp cloven hands and wild hair that resembled a lion. What was worse than the way they’d once been able to parrot human voices was the way they were now able to act as humans might, mirroring their behavior to hide in plain sight.  

“What are these things?” a hunter shouted as he crumpled to the dirt. “Nothing seems to be able to penetrate them. We tried everything, from silver to iron buck shots.” 

“Fire,” Y/N called. “Burn the son of bitches down. These are Greek monsters we’re dealing with. The Cynolycus.” 

“Are you sure?” another hunter asked. “Not sure how much more I’ve got in the tank.” She noticed a rivulet of blood trickling down from his ear, knowing the damage she couldn’t see was far worse.

“You’re forgetting my family is from Greece,” she huffed. “ So either trust me and live or don’t and die. Your choice,” she spat as she looked around for her flamethrower. “All else fails, and we run out of firepower. Decapitation wouldn’t hurt either.” 

Raising her weapon, Y/N raised it high giving the monster's head a clean slice. She smiled  as the hunters who did listen rallied around her, slicing and burning the monster began. A few started to run away and It wasn’t long before she found herself alone with one of them, her resolve to control Illiara faltering. 

‘Let me out,’ Illiara hissed. ‘Let me deal with these monsters that continue to chase us.’ 

“No, you know that I can’t. We are trying to separate from one another, and you use your powers–” 

‘I don’t care,’ Illiara growled as she pushed forward. 

Y/N could feel her grip on her goddess half slipping. But it didn’t distract her from the task at hand. She noted one of the Cynolycus trying to sneak off into the forests and away from the hunters. 

“I don’t think so,” she huffed, pushing Illiara down as best she could before giving chase. 

As Y/N ran towards the escaping monster, she could feel Illiara push through. Her hair began to change to a light lavender–almost white–her eyes glowed a dark violet, and her skin prickled with power.  

“Daughter of Hades and Persephone, you honor me with your presence,” the Cynolycus chuckled. “It is an honor to die by your hand and alert lord Zeus of your location.” 

Illiara smirked at him evilly. “By all means, go ahead. I’m not afraid of him.” 

The creature's face fell slightly before he regained his composure and charged. Illiara took a deep breath and dodged the attack, rolling away. Holding out her hand, she directed her power toward summoning a black-bladed sword. Energy radiating from the Goddess pulsated all around them as they battled, creating a tornado-like swirl in the air. Illiara’s blade clashed with the monster’s claws, causing sparks to fly. Bolts of electricity circulated the goddess, firing in all directions rather than the focused control she once had. 

“So the legends are true,” the Cynolycus growled, “you have the power to rival Zeus. How is that possible?” 

“Who cares?” Illiara spat. “Are you going to talk philosophy, or are you going to fight? All I wanted was to be left alone. To live my own life. I wanted to be done with the Gods,” she cried. 

With a loud yell, she swung her blade haphazardly. Each blow sliced tiny, ineffectual rips in the monster’s skin. 

“You swing with anger,” it chuckled. “You won’t win unless you truly mean to destroy me.” 

‘Illiara, let me have control,’ Y/N demanded as she pushed through. 

Illiara shook Y/N back and let out a feral scream, plunging the sword into the belly of the beast and letting a grin slip through the blood-slick on her face. 

“Send my regards to my father, and tell him to send Zeus this message.” 

Illiara held her sword high, swinging it down and decapitating the beast. Her chest heaved with every breath, but nothing could calm her anger. Illiara could feel it. Y/N was calm and gentle but fierce and strategic. But Illiara herself could sense she was angry and unhinged. Her rage could not be satisfied, and it was all-consuming. 

Y/N pushed herself to the surface, forcing Illiara back into her cage. 

“We gotta go,” Y/N hissed. “Who knows what can of worms you’ve just opened.” 

“I knew it,” a voice called from behind her. 

Y/N closed her eyes and tried to calm her erratically beating heart. She let out her breath, she slowly turned around, holding her hands up. 

“Herman,” she said, offering him a smile. “I know what you think you saw, but–” 

“But nothing,” he interrupted. “I knew there was something off about you. No one just ‘pops’ into hunting out of nowhere, and no one can pin down where you’re from. Convenient, don’t you think?” 

There was something about the way Herman’s eyes drilled into her that had the hairs on the back of Y/N’s neck standing and Illiara’s senses on high alert. 

“Who are you?” she asked, her black-bladed sword reappearing in her hand. With the barrier weakened, Illiara easily regained control, her eyes glowing and her hair transforming.

  “My dear Illiara,” Herman chuckled. “It has been a long time since I have encountered you. I believe the last time I saw you was before you ran from Deimos and your engagement ceremony.” 

“Hermes,” the goddess hissed. “What message does he have for me now?” 

“The time for your silly game of cat and mouse is ending,” Hermes recited. “It is time you come back and fulfill your duty under my rule as leader of the Gods. That is the message from Zeus.” 

Illiara and Y/N both laughed at the message. Their split souls resonated as one, gazing into the eyes of the messenger God. 

“You can give him this message,” they said. “We will never bow down to his command. If he wants us to return, he must retrieve us himself.” 

Sam and Dean arrived at the forest location that they received from Herman. It took them a while to navigate through the trees, but the sound of conversations and cheers, their weapons reflexively at the ready. But from what they could see walking up, the hunters there had already handled the situation. 

“Where’s Herman?” Dean asked someone nearby who appeared to be post-fight stretching a crick out of his neck. 

“He went after the Ice Queen, who chased after the last freak that escaped. I tell you, that girl is a godsend.” He turned into his stretch, revealing a handful of others in the distance setting fire to what looked familiarly to the boys like a pile of corpses. 

“Which direction?” Dean growled. 

The guy pointed them toward the edge of the forest and walked toward the pyre favoring his left leg. Wordlessly, the brothers turned into the woods. After a while, Dean stopped and placed a finger to his lips. Sam followed his brother’s instructions and stilled his breathing to listen.  

“I think I hear something,” Dean whispered, pointing to a clearing in the forest's center. 

“Let’s check it out,” Sam said, following Dean. 

“You know,” Hermes chuckled. “You should know not to shoot the messenger.” 

“I don’t care,” the goddess said. 

Raising her sword over her head, she was ready to strike when Hermes shimmered into his disguise. Starting back at her was the hunter Herman, a fearful look in his eyes. 

“No, please,” he cried as it echoed around them. 

A smirk appeared on his face as he winked at the goddess. 

“I wonder what would happen if lover boy caught you like this,” he whispered for only the goddess to hear. “I mean, after all, we are nothing but monsters to them, right?” 

Illiara turned to see Sam and Dean, guns drawn at the edge of the clearing. 

“Shit,” she whispered. 

“Herman,” Dean called. “We’ll get you out.” 

“Whoever you are,” Sam said, “let him go. He’s done nothing to you.” 

Illiara took in a deep breath while Y/N stayed in the back of her mind. If Y/N took control from Illiara  now, then the brothers would know enough to pursue her. But if Illiara killed Hermes in his disguise, they would be on the run not just from the Gods but from Sam and Dean. She was stuck.

“Stay out of this, Winchesters,” she growled. “This has nothing to do with you. Herman here isn’t who you think he is.” 

“No way you can prove it,” Herman whispered before turning to the brothers. “This is Illiara. You gotta shoot her. She’s unhinged and will plunge the world into darkness if we don’t stop her.” 

Sam and Dean’s eyes flickered between Illiara and Herman. She looked exactly like the painting that professor Anathasiou had shown them in so many ways; her violet eyes glowing with power and her wild hair flowing, but there was also something familiar about her. The longer Dean’s eyes laid on her, the harder the feeling was to shake. 

“Dean,” Herman called, breaking the hunter out of his thoughts. “You know what you have to do, son. You know what she is. She’s a monster, Dean. I know deep down you can see that she needs to die.” 

Dean’s nostrils flared. In the moment he took to process, the Winchesters missed Herman/Hermes plunging a poisoned dagger into the Goddess’ side. As they leapt to action, Illiara screamed, pain and rage mixing as she stabbed her sword into Herman/Hermes’s abdomen. It wouldn’t kill him, but the Winchesters couldn’t know, their eyes watching a fellow hunter fall as Illiara watched her chance at the messenger of the Gods slipping.

“You bitch,” Dean growled as he opened fire on Illiara. 

Illiara raised her hands, stopping the bullets before her and letting them fall to the ground. 

“You know nothing of what you are dealing with, mortal,” she huffed before moving at lightning speed before him. 

Her nose practically touched his as she backed him up against the trunk of the nearest tree. Her violet eyes bored deep into Dean’s green ones and tilted her head from side to side, studying him. Her heart pounded in her chest as her soul vibrated with familiarity for the hunter. 

She hummed softly before chuckling, “I don’t see what the big deal is with you.” Forcefully, she took hold of his jaw and turned his head from side to side. “What does she see in you? All I see is a tortured soul begging like a dog for another to belong to. You’re practically screaming for a soulmate, but too drowned in self-pity to find one.” 

“And all I see is a monstrous bitch who killed my friend,” Dean spat. 

Illiara smiled at his insult before wincing in pain. The poison from the dagger Hermes plunged into her was slowly entering her system, seeping deeper into her with every bite of Y/N’s heart. Illiara knew she was running out of time to do something about it, sensing it was filled with a pure darkness that only the Goddess Hecate could create. 

“Well, this bitch,” she sneered, “has got to go. Hopefully, the next time we meet,” she paused and hissed in pain, “will be a bit more eventful. After all, you crossed into the world of the Gods, and now you’ll find yourself entrapped in the web they love to weave.” 

“Next time we meet,” Dean gave her a cocky smile, “I’m going to have the juice to gank you. You and your whole roster.”    

“Is that so?” Illiara laughed. “Then I guess I should take something from you before you end my miserable existence.” 

Dean’s grin deepened. “Yeah? And what’s that? My soul’s been run through a few times already, have at it.” 

“No,” Illiara whispered. “Something a bit more,” she paused and clicked her tongue against her teeth, “intimate.” 

Before Dean could respond, he felt her lips on his in a searing kiss. Unable to pull back for the tight grip on his chin, Dean felt her hand rake through his hair, the nails grazing his skin. She used the moment of shock leaving Dean to deepen the kiss, leaning her whole body against his and slipping her tongue past his lips with a jolt of electricity that felt like it shot down his spine. It was–wrong, clearly, but something about it felt familiar in a way Dean couldn’t identify, and then it was over as soon as it had started as he came to his senses and found the strength to push her away. 

Illiara’s cackle echoed around them as Dean clenched his jaw. His chest heaved with anger, glaring at the goddess before him. 

“What? Too much tongue?” she taunted. 

Sam found himself able to move. He wasn’t sure how it happened, but had no doubts the sensation of chains around him must have been Illiara’s doing. In the heightened focus of the moment, it didn’t escape him that Herman seemed to smirk as he lay still.  

Shaking the impossibility out of his head, Sam grabbed his brother as the goddess disappeared. 

“You okay?” he asked Dean. 

Dean ran the back of his hand across his lips and spit at the ground. “Peachy.” 

“Come on,” Sam sighed. “Let’s get back to the bunker, and you can give me the dirty details.” 

Dean nodded as he glared at the spot the Goddess had been. His lips still tingled. It was hard enough being violated like that, but to not know why was already eating at him. Willing the possibility of any lasting damage away, he followed his brother back into the trees. 

Y/N pushed past the pain and placed Illiara back into the crystal cage in her mind. 

'I told you, ' Illiara said, the darkness from the poison already darkening the Goddess. 'One wrong point of view, one misdirection, and he thinks we are evil.'

“We did what was necessary but I can’t have you coming out again,” Y/N said, hissing as the wound healed. 

Her eyes trailed along the mirror until they reached the wound inflicted by Hermes. To Y/N, it became a jagged scar. Illiara‌ could see it for what it was; a dark line with black veins spiraling outward. 

‘Hecate knows her curses,’ she said, chuckling at their predicament. ‘But strangely enough, I feel absolutely fine.’ 

Y/N nodded absently as she drove towards a motel. There was no doubt in her mind that her outburst of power alerted Zeus to her location, and she didn’t have a lot of time to make a quick getaway. 

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Underworld's Princess Chapter 5

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: None for This chapter

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

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Dean awoke the next day, seemingly more relaxed than the day before. Looking down at his sticky hands, he saw the dried cum on him and tilted his head in confusion. Sitting up, Dean tried to remember what had happened the night before. All he could think of was the fantasy he gave himself when thinking about Y/N. 

“Dean,” Sam called from across the hallway, “You up?” 

“Yeah,” Dean called back, looking around for a change of clothes. “What’s up?” 

“I found us a case,” his brother declared. 

Inside the car, Dean couldn’t help but still think about his dream. He hadn’t had a wet dream since he had dreamed of Brandy and her gorgeous tits when he was fourteen. But he still had a feeling that there was more to it than just a wet dream. It was as though Dean could feel every kiss, every touch in the fantasy. Icking his lips, Dean could almost make out the faint taste of Y/N’s tangy juices. 

“You okay there, Dean?” Sam asked as he raised an eyebrow at his brother. 

Dean cleared his throat, “yeah. Fine.” 

“Right,” Sam drawled, “that’s why it sounds like you’re eating a double bacon cheeseburger with everything on it. You’re moaning over there and adjusting yourself in your seat.” 

“Am not,” Dean scoffed, “just--” 

“What? Just what, Dean?” Sam huffed in annoyance. “Can you focus on driving us to our destination and try not to have any dirty fantasies?” 

“What’s the case again?” Dean grumbled as he shifted in his seat, left arm leaning against the open window as he steered Baby with his right. 

“Slew of missing persons and at least one found dead with spider marks on them. Died because of the venom,” Sam explained. 

“From a spider bite?” Dean said, confused at the report from the coroner. 

“It wasn’t just one,” Sam clarified, “It was over a thousand.” 

“Woah,” Dean let out as he pressed his foot a bit more on the gas pedal. “Then let’s see what we got.” 

Y/N sighed as she entered the dark cave. Of course, Arachne would have been sent as a message. The mother of spiders was still angry that her daughter was killed by hunters. Then again, Sirzil was turning humans into human spiders. That was going to get her caught and killed. But then again, Sirzil never listened to the warnings. 

“Arachne!” Y/N called deep into the warehouse. Her voice echoed off the walls. “I’m here, Arachne,” she continued, “you didn’t have to kill to get my attention.” 

‘She has no idea who she is dealing with,’ Illiara huffed inside Y/N’s head. ‘Can you let me out now?’ she whined. ‘I promise I will keep my temper in check. After all, you are the level headed one, and you can--’ 

“No,” Y/N dismissed her. “I am not going to take any chances.”

‘Fine,’ Illiara growled, ‘you will regret keeping me in a cage, Y/N.’ 

Y/N rolled her eyes at her other half. Everything was fine. Y/N was under the radar, and for the most part, even with her trips to Bacchanals, she was confident that she could try and focus on sending souls back to the Underworld without any trouble. At least, until the mother of spiders left her a message. 

“Daughter of the ruler of the underworld,” a voice hissed, “I did not think you would be this naive to come.” 

“I hope we can speak amicably, Arachne,” Y/N called. “Please, I beseech you, stay out of this war. If you continue, I cannot guarantee the safety of your children.” 

“You dare!” she hissed. “I lost my child to those vile hunters you have allied yourself with. You, a Goddess of Olympus, running around with the mortals. The spell you cast on yourself has made you weak, Illiara.” 

“That is not my name!” Y/N yelled, the building shaking slightly. 

The spider-human hybrid came out of the shadows. Their eight legs made tapping sounds as they moved closer to the young broken Goddess. The bottom half of the creature is a spider, shiny and black, reminding Y/N of a black widow. The upper half was a slender woman, grey skin and pasty arms like twigs and nails long and sharp. They had an angular face with eyes as black as demons but with a red iris. Arachne’s head was full of stringy black hair long-reaching down her back. 

“As broken as you are,” she hummed, “you still hold much power. I wonder, what would happen if I were to siphon it?” the mother of arachnids chuckled. 

Holding out her hand, Y/N sighed as an extended staff appeared in her hands. It was a staff gifted to her by her father and mother. Her staff’s very tip was u shaped with a small orb that floated in the middle and just under the U, a small line darting across it. The symbol for her mother and father’s unions. A daughter of spring and the lord of the dead. Life and Death united as one. 

“I warn you, Arachne,” Y/N called, “stand down. If Athena hears word--” 

“Athena does not control me, child,” the creator hissed. “My orders come from the mother of your betrothed, Aphrodite. She is not happy that you denied her son, and she is seeking revenge.” 

“The Goddess of Love should remember what she represents,” Y/N growled. 

“She cares not about her worshipers. She barely has any,” Arachne scoffed, “She cares about her sons and how they are seen in the Parthenon of the Gods. Olympus has decreed your union, and yet you deny it.” 

“He is not my fate,” Y/N whispered, looking up into the red and black eyes of Arachne. “I have yet to know what kind of Goddess I am, but I know that Deimos is not my fate. The God of Fear is not meant for me.” 

“Then we are at an impasse,” Arachne breathed as she circled the young broken Goddess. “You must fight for your life Y/N,” Arachne said. “And your other half, the Goddess you have locked up, the longer you are split, the more painful things will be. You cannot survive denying who you are.” 

“Why are you--” 

Before Y/N could ask, Arachne took a swipe at her. The young Goddess used her staff to shield herself, wondering what was going on. It seemed as though Archne was conflicted, but then again, this was fate. If they were meant to fight, it meant the universe was in motion. 

“I’m sorry, young one,” Arachne breathed. “But I cannot disobey the order of the Gods.” 

Y/N held her staff firm as Arachne began her attack. The creature took swipes with her long nails as Y/N twirled her long weapon. The two females battling ferociously, with Y/N dodging and flipping out of the way. Artemis’s training had been a blessing as Y/N continued to stay agile. The young Goddess slid under Arachne to reach her backside only to find that she was caught in Arachne’s web. 

“This won’t kill you, but it will cause you pain and suffering,” the creature let out. “My advice to you, young one, is to make sure you know your antidotes. For this that I give you, it will be something you have never felt before. A mix of my venom and the blood of the sons and daughters of Eve. It seems that Zeus has taken it upon himself to use all the resources available, even if that includes using the monsters of God himself.” 

Y/N gasped in pain as Arachne pulled a dagger from behind her back. The blade gave off a black glow as liquid dripped from it. 

“Arachne, please,” Y/N whispered as she looked into the red and black eyes of the Queen of Spiders. 

“I’m sorry, daughter of the Underworld,” she let out, “on this, I cannot yield.” 

Illiara was still locked up tight, the power she tried to emit doing no damage to the cage she was being held in. All she could do was watch as Y/N tried to keep Illiara locked in while trying to get out. The flames of the Underworld dimming in Y/N’s hand, her power not concentrated enough. 

‘Let me out! Y/N let me out!’ the dark side of Y/N screamed. ‘If you let me take control--’ 

“Then Zeus will find us,” Y/N reasoned. “I’m sure everything mother taught us can help us with whatever this is.” 

‘I say we torch the bitch,’ Illiara growled. ‘I will find a way out of here, Y/N, and when I do, you will be the one locked in the cage while I destroy everything that has come after us. My wrath will be felt. Nothing will live to tell the tale!’

“Illiara,” Y/N breathed as Arachne circled her, “you know as well as I that Death only leads to emptiness. Thanatos has told us that plenty of times.” 

‘And yet, while you hold on to life,’ Illiara growled, ‘I can bring death.’ 

“As long as I’m alive, you will never be set free. Not with all the anger that you hold, anger from a time when we wanted to part with our true self.” Y/N let out, trying to light her fire, but to no avail. 

‘You’re weak without me,’ Illiara sang. ‘Just one small crack Y/N. Let me--’ 

“No!” Y/N growled, her eyes glowing with her anger. The flame she produced burned the webbing around her hands. “Well, looks like I can get angry. Just don’t need to hold on to it like you do.” 

Arachne let out a small chuckle as she looked at Y/N. 

“Interesting,” she muttered. “The more you fight with yourself, the harder it will be to put you back together.” 

“Stuff it,” Y/N said, her hair changing to a light lavender that seemed white. 

With her staff back in her hand, Y/N resumed her fight with Arachne. The creature took swipes at Y/N as Y/N continued to fight her. Y/N could feel a rush of power flow through her, but something wasn’t right. It felt like a giant storm that was chaotic and messy. Her power strikes kept missing Arachne. It only seemed to frustrate Y/N more as she dodged the knife’s blade. 

Both fighters seemed to be in their own world, concentrating on defeating the other. Never hearing the doors to the warehouse open and the sound of boots stomping onto the cemented floor. As the footsteps echoed louder, their owners stopped in the middle of the hallway. 

Sam and Dean had found the trail and followed it. Both brothers froze as they could hear the commotion of fighting in the distance. 

“You hear that?” Sam asked as he held his gun firm and slowly made his way towards the sound of battle. 

“Yeah,” Dean confirmed, “Looks like someone else got here first.” 

He tilted his head towards the sound and took the lead. Dean held out his hand as they reached a set of double doors, bringing a finger to his lips to make sure they stayed quiet. As they pushed through, what Dean and Sam saw shocked them. There, they saw Y/N battling a giant spider. Well, a spider with the top half of a human. 

“That must be Arachne,” Sam breathed. 

“I thought we torched her? Didn’t we? Back when you got your soul back and--” Dean began. 

“I don’t know,” Sam let out. “I guess this is the Arachne, and the other one was a fake?” 

“Well, looks like Y/N’s gonna need our help,” Dean said as he looked around and shuddered. “There are spiders everywhere,” he pointed out. 

“Who’s Y/N?” Sam asked, raising his eyebrow at his brother. 

Dean pointed at Y/N as she battled Arachne, “That’s Y/N. I thought you knew that? Didn’t I tell you?” 

“No, you didn’t.” 

“Well, I know her name. I was sure Jody called her name on the last hunt we were in.” 

Dean walked away from Sam keeping his body crouched and hiding behind a column near the two fighters. 

Sam nodded, accepting Dean’s explanation reaching into the duffle bag he was holding on to. Dean smirked when his brother took out two canisters with nozzles at the end. Sam packed their flamethrowers. The best way to kill any insect was to torch them. 

“You take the left side,” Dean muttered when Sam approached him, trying to stay as quiet as possible. “We torch the bitch and her eight-legged spawn, grab Y/N and get the hell out of dodge.” 

“Sounds like a plan,” Sam replied, moving away from his brother. 

Dean walked to his position. His eyes never leave Y/N and her opponent. He noticed the staff in her possession, taking note of its peculiar tip. The strange symbol called to him. Dean was impressed by the way she could wield it. As she was jabbing at Arachne with it, Dean couldn’t help but admire how strong she looked. She seemed to have a glow around her, almost like a goddess. 

“You won’t escape, Y/N,” Arachne cackled. “You are a strong warrior, trained by the best,” she complimented, “but fate always wins.” 

Arachne used her children to overpower Y/N, knocking her staff out of her hands. The mother of spiders lifted her arm up high above her head before plunging it down, piercing Y/N’s abdomen, making the young huntress scream in pain. 

“Hey!” Dean bellowed, grabbing Arachne’s attention. 

“Hunters!” she screeched. “You’re going to pay for killing my daughter. Right after I kill this one!” 

“I don’t think so bitch,” Dean huffed, pulling the trigger on his flamethrower at the same time Sam did. 

Both hunters continued to aim their flames at the creature as she screamed in agony before dropping to the ground. Dean rushed to Y/N and lifted her in his arms. The way she groaned in pain had him sigh in relief. She was still alive, but the dagger remained in the wound, keeping her from bleeding out. 

Y/N could feel the poison slowly begin to spread. Her skin felt hot, and her blood seemed to be pumping as fast as her heart was beating. The magic around Illiara’s cage continued to hold, but the dark Goddess smirked as she saw them begin to discolor. Y/N’s magic hold would be weakened. 

“Stay with us, Y/N,” Dean said. 

His voice sounded far away in her head. Everything around her was hazy and dim. She felt the movement around her, could tell that Dean was screaming, but she wasn’t sure what he was saying. It was as if they were underwater, everything muffled and wavy. 

Dean had helped Sam search for Y/N’s keys. Sam would drive her car while Dean drove her in the Impala back to the motel. 

“Car,” she called out, “journal.” 

Dean looked at the rearview mirror as she spoke. 

“Just stay calm, Y/N,” he tried to soothe her. “We’ll get everything you need once we make it to the hotel, okay.” 

Y/N hissed in pain, the poison working slowly, working its way through her body. Once they were at the motel, the brothers moved quickly. Inside, Dean laid her gently on his bed, ready to pull the blade out once Sam was prepared to stitch her up. They carefully removed her top, Dean noticing the tattoo on her left breast. It was a symbol that seemed both familiar and strange at the same time. It almost looked like the staff she was holding to fight off the monster. With a nod of his head, Sam signaled to Dean he was ready. 

Making sure Y/N had something to bite down on, Dean removed the dagger, ready for her when she tried to shoot up. 

“Shhh,” he soothed. “It’s okay, we gotcha.” 

“Journal,” Y/N let out after spitting the bit in her mouth out. “Antidote. Poison.” 

“Just hold on, Y/N,” Dean pleaded, “Let Sammy stitch ya up.” 

“Once we close your wound, I’ll look for the antidote, promise,” Sam said, continuing his work.  

Y/N groaned as Sam began stitching her up. The poison that began to slowly flow into her veins felt like fire. Arachne’s poisoned blade was true to its word. Dean continued to hold her hand, his other one brushing the hairs from her sweating forehead. He could tell that whatever poison was on the blade was already working fast. Dean could only hope that Sam could figure out the antidote with Y/N’s things. He and his brother only ever encountered the Greek Gods once, but this was a different level of interaction. 

“Okay, all done,” Sam said as he finished off the last stitch. “I know it’s hard to concentrate, but where is the journal, Y/N?” 

“Bag,” she muttered, her lips dry and cracked, “back--” she paused to lick her lips, “back seat.” 

Sam nodded and made his way out of the motel room. Dean busied himself with cleaning her wound and getting her water. He could see the poison spreading from her injury. Black veins spread like webs along her skin.

“Here,” he muttered, taking a washcloth and dipping it into the bowl of water he had set on the nightstand. “Figured I could keep you hydrated this way.” 

  Y/N whimpered as the wet cloth hit her chapped lips, the small trickle of water that went into her mouth soothing and refreshing. As she tried to hold on to her strength, the world around her seemed to shift. No longer was she in the motel, but now she was back home, in the Underworld. The river of lost souls gave off its eerie green light as it led to her father’s palace in the middle. From there, it branched off and split into two. Behind the palace were two entrances, the left led to Tartarus, and the right led to the Elysian Fields. 

“Το λουλούδι της λεβάντας μου,” (My Lavender Flower) Lord Hades said as he turned to look at his youngest daughter, “Πρέπει να παλέψεις.” (You must fight)

“Δεν μπορώ. Δεν είμαι αρκετά δυνατός,” (I can't. I'm not strong enough.) Y/N cried, tears streaming down her face as she tried to reach for him only to be met with a barrier. 

“Πρέπει αν θέλεις να ζήσεις, Λεβάντα μου Λουλούδι,” (You must if you want to live, my Lavender Flower.) Her father said as he gazed into her eyes. “You cannot keep denying who you are! You are a Goddess of the Greek world.” 

Out, in reality, Dean watched as Y/N began speaking in Greek. He couldn’t understand what she was saying until she let out another whimper. 

“Πατέρας,” she moaned, “Πατέρα, σε παρακαλώ θέλω να γυρίσω σπίτι. Αν πεθάνω θέλω να πεθάνω στο σπίτ.” (Father, Father please if I die I want to die at home.) 

“Father?” Dean recognized the word, having a similar sound in Latin to Padre, Pateras. “Poison must be giving her fever dreams.” 

Dean continued to keep her skin cool with the washcloth, being extra careful around her wound. The hunter frowned every time she called out in Greek. 

“I found it!” Sam called out as he rushed in. “I also found a whole box of ingredients. Dean, she has things that are hard to come by. Half of these we don’t have back in the Bunker.” 

“What do you mean, Sammy?” Dean asked as he pulled away from Y/N for just a moment. 

“Gorgon Scales, Chimera saliva and blood, Cyclops boils, loath tips from Eros,” Sam read off, “and you also have saliva from all three of Cerberus’s heads. Not to mention bits of his fur and nail shavings.” Sam’s eyes widened, “Siren scales as in scales from the mermaid version of Sirens.” 

“Where did she get all this?” Dean wondered, looking back to her as she gasped for breath. 

“Πατέρας!” (Father!) she screamed out before shaking her head, “where am I?” 

“Motel,” Dean answered, “We got your ingredients and your journal. You got stabbed with a poison dagger of some kind.” 

“Yeah,” Y/N hissed as she stumbled over towards the table, “mixture of the blood of all the creatures of purgatory and Arachne’s own venom. Seems it’s a deadly combo.” 

“You should be resting,” Dean said, trying to get her to go back to bed. 

“And you need to let me help Sam find the antidote,” Y/N countered, “I can find it faster if I read the journal. It’s my mother’s notes on remedies for any poison. You should also see Honey from the bees in the Elysian fields, water from the river of lost souls, and--” 

“Golden thread from the golden fleece,” Sam interrupted. “Y/N, where did you get all this?” 

“Blackmarket,” was all she said as she opened her journal. 

She was hiding something. Dean could feel it. He shot Sam a look, both brothers acknowledging that there was more to Y/N than she was letting on. 

“You know, you never really told us how you got into hunting,” Dean said as he watched her grab a shirt from her bag. 

“And I’m not going to,” Y/N sighed, “I don’t have time to--” she gasped and held on to her side as she felt her wound burn. 

“Okay, okay,” Sam held up his hands, trying to calm his brother and Y/N down. “Let’s find the antidote and make sure Y/N gets better.” 

“How do you know my name? I never gave it to you,” she asked, looking at them. 

“Arachne called you Y/N,” Sam explained. “So, it’s nice to meet you. Although the circumstances aren’t all that great.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes and looked at Dean, “well, there you go, hotshot, you finally got my name.” 

“Yeah, that spider chick threw it around,” Dean let out, clearing his throat. 

He would never admit that he got her name from a sex dream, and Sam said it, and her admission only confirmed that something weird was going on between them. 

“You said your family got attacked by a Gorgon. I mean, I can assume you come from a line of hunters,” Sam deduced. 

“I make it out of here alive,” she groaned, sitting on a chair by the table and opening the journal, “I’ll tell you everything about me and why I started hunting.” 

“Okay, We’ll bite,” Dean said, taking the seat to her side, “so let’s find this antidote.” 

Y/N poured over her notes. Notes from her mother in the Elysian fields and all the remedies she knew. Sam watched as she began grabbing different jars and looking at the markings. 

“So, According to my mother who venerated the Goddess Persephone,” she sighed. It hurt having to lie about her family like that. But she had no choice, “We have, Aster petals, crush that in the mortar along with the fang from Echidna, that one was hard to find,” Y/Nmuttered as she read out the ingredients and pointed them out to Sam. 

“Are we sure this is going to work?” Dean asked as he looked over her shoulder. 

The words in the journal were all Greek. None of the words seemed familiar to Dean, and he couldn’t really read it. Something he told himself he had to fix. 

“Snake from a gorgon's head,” she continued to read off. 

Sam had a look of disgust as he picked up the jar. It contained a slew of different snakes, all preserved in some sort of liquid. When he opened it, he turned his head away at the foul smell. Dean watched as Sam crushed it in with the other ingredients. 

“Pollen from the Crocus flower, Hellebore, Hyacinth, mix with the saliva of all three of Cerberus’s heads to make a paste.” 

“Okay,” Sam crushed the ingredients in the mortar, watching as it all came together into a paste. The colors mixed together to make a pale grey. Once he felt it was combined well, Sam looked at Y/N. 

“Anything else?” he asked. 

“You’re going to mix these ingredients. I need to drink. Aside from the paste, I gotta make enough Tonic to counteract any side effects.” 

Dean watched her work, all the while using the laptop to look up a few Greek words. He made a mental note to try and use Rosetta Stone, or maybe even an app on his phone to help him out. After all, he was sure Y/N was still hiding things. 

“I’ll put the paste on,” Dean offered. “Sam can mix your tonic, and we can at least get a head start.” 

Y/N nodded, lifting up her shirt and hissing when the paste hit her skin. She could feel the effects of the paste seeping into the wound. The heat from the poison cooling down. She started to feel better, but she knew there was still more to do. She gave Sam a list of ingredients, Blood from Scylla and Charybdis, the scales from a Siren, water from the River of Lost Souls, and Nectar from the Narcissus plant. 

The brothers watched as she looked at the concoction, wondering how she could stomach it all. Sure the brothers had their fair share of ingesting magical concoctions, but never anything like this. 

“Στην υγειά σας,” (Cheers) she muttered, before downing the potion in one gulp. “GOD,” she hissed as she felt a rush of magic was over her. 

The poison seemed to dissipate, but she knew that she had to use her magic to continue to heal. In her fever dream, her father had warned her. If she continued to resist using her powers, the consequences could be dire.  Suppressing her powers would only lead to her powers becoming more out of control, and in her weakened state, it would make her easy prey. 

“I think,” she sighed, “I should rest. I know I said storytime, but between fighting Arachne and having to fight for my life,” she took a blanket and made her way to the couch, “my body feels worn out.” 

“Yeah,” Sam agreed, “rest is the best thing right now. You don’t have to give us the whole story, Y/N,” Sma assured her, earning him a bitch face from Dean, to which Sam rolled his eyes. “We’re just glad you’re okay.” 

“Yeah, we all need some shut-eye,” Dean interjected as he made his way towards his bed. 

Y/N was sure it was a combination of the paste and the potion in her system. But the minute her head hit the pillow, she drifted off to sleep. All the while, Dean had stayed up, watching over her. His heart was pounding in his chest as he wondered what kind of secrets she held. 

Chapter 6

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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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Underworld’s Princess Chapter 1

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:4397

Beta: @superfanficnatural​

Book Cover by: @talesmaniac89​​ and Dividers by @firefly-graphics​​

Underworld’s Princess Masterlist

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The little violet Camaro dashed through the road, speeding towards its next destination, the woman sitting behind the wheel hoping that nothing would hinder her mission. Being a hunter was no easy task, especially for someone like Y/N. Her long hair was tied in a high ponytail as her Y/E/C eyes were fixated on the road. 

‘Is this really what we’re going to do?’ a voice called. 

“You know we have no choice,” she called back. 

Looking into the rearview mirror, it was not her own eyes that looked back at her but bright violet ones, piercing right to her soul. 

‘We wouldn’t be running if--’ 

“You know as well as I that we could not have taken him on,” she countered. “Besides, what better way to train than to be a hunter. Artemis trained us well, and we can blend in.” 

‘With a name like Y/N,’ the voice sneered, ‘It doesn't even sound Greek.’ 

“No,” Y/N agreed, “but it doesn’t hurt to blend in. Besides, I'm sure the name Y/N has some connection to Greek roots.”

The voice let out a scoff, ‘And what will I do? Sit around in your head?’ 

“No,” she sighed, “you can help me. We both have powers, albeit a bit unstable, but you help me, I help you. I mean, it won’t hurt us to try and work together.” 

‘It might,’ the voice retorted.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N continued to drive off to her destination, a town where people were disappearing. She stopped at the nearest motel in town just as the sun began to set. Time ticked by as she began to work; she needed to try and get this done. Putting on her best FBI suit, she decided a trip to the police station would be in order. It was long and grueling, but she made headway on the case, happy that the police chief was more than willing to help. She was glad she wasn’t too late, but a house with missing people rose alarms, and her powers seemed to be vibrating. There was only one meaning behind it: lost souls had made their way to Earth. 

Lost souls were a variety of entities, mostly corrupted human souls. But of course, one could not forget Heaven and Hell, but the souls that the Underworld collected were just more of the same. They all ended up in the same place eventually: Tartarus, an extension of Hell, or the Elysian fields, an extension of Heaven. It was up to Hades and his soldiers to make sure the souls of the Underworld would stay where they belong, but from time to time, lost souls would find a way to escape. However, some things are never really left to chance. 

‘You know you don’t really have to go through all this trouble,’ the voice said. ‘We could just go to the house, find the lost souls and send them back.’

“Illiara,” she sighed in annoyance, “we are not discussing this again. We are hunters now, and we have to keep up appearances. I want to do the leg work. Also, if we can return the ones who were taken--” 

‘It is a waste of time, and you very well know, Y/N,’ she sneered. ‘You are me, and I am you. If you had finished the spell--’ 

“You had said this before,” Y/N countered, “Now, please, we need to lay low. Any hint of using our shared power, and you know that Zeus will be able to sniff us out.” She pinched the bridge of her nose, walking to the mirror to face her other half, “We must use only what we need to send the souls back and try to bring what was taken from this plane.” 

‘This is all a waste of time,’ Illiara chuckled with a shake of her head, ‘you can play hunter, but the minute they realize what you are,’ she paused, ‘what we are, they will hunt us just the same.’ 

“Then let’s hope we don’t get found out,” she muttered before walking out of the motel room, ready to do her job. 

The echo of laughter bounced off the walls. The squeaking of a bed and loud moans notified those around them that someone was having the time of their life. She groaned and put the pillow over her head, trying to drown out the sounds. The rustling of the papers that surrounded her joined in the noise, making it impossible to drown it out. She had fallen asleep on top of the work she did that helped to identify the missing people. Too exhausted to move to the bed after she finished her job and returned the lost souls back to their rightful place, but it came with a price. Putting the souls back was easy, but returning the missing people, that took power. Power that cost her energy and her presence to blip on anyone who was watching’s radar. She needed to risk taking a rest if she wanted to get away and move on to the next town. She had just dozed off when the noises grew louder. Why couldn’t they have been in a different room? Far, far away from her. 

With a frustrated cry, she rose up on her knees and began pounding her fist against the wall. 

“Can you two be any more obnoxious!” she yelled. 

But that didn’t seem to work as it only made the couple next door go at it louder and faster. The wall began to shake with every hit the headboard on their side made. 

“Some of us have work in the morning!” she tried again. 

“Fuck you!” the female shouted from the other side. 

Whatever the man was doing seemed to be working for her as she gave another loud moan. 

“Yeah Baby!” the woman screamed. “Love the way you pound into me.” 

The couple seemed to be trying to get a rise out of her, but Y/N knew better. She knew better than to march next door and cause trouble. It would only make things worse. With one last pounding of her fist to the wall, she sank back down and placed the pillow over her head, hoping to drown out the noise.   

“Loud as you want, Sweetheart,” she heard the man praise, “I want noise complaints from the diner across the street!”

It was almost an hour before she heard the last yell of pleasure and the noises stopped. She sighed in relief and found herself falling asleep. 

By the next morning, she was still tired and hoping never to have a sleepless night again after she left this town. Collecting her things, she packed her car and went to the motel office to turn in her key. As she was walking out, she paused when she heard the door next to her room open. There, she saw the man who was creating all the noise walking out of his hotel room. Or at least, that’s what she thought until another walked out. Both men dressed in sharp suits, but it did not deter her from going to her car. 

“Thanks for letting me have the room last night, Sammy,” the short haired man said as he slapped a taller man with long hair on the shoulder. 

“Dean,” the taller one sighed, “next time, just splurge for a second room.” 

“See, this is why you need to get laid,” Dean retorted and rolled his eyes when his brother made a face. “Look, let’s just solve this case and move on to the next gig alright?” Dean said as he moved closer to the black 1967 Chevy Impala parked right next to Y/N’s car.

Y/N shook her head, it seemed it was the one with the short hair that was disturbing her sleep. She grit her teeth and pursed her lips into a tight line. He didn’t seem like someone who would be good in bed. He looked too cocky for his own good. She had let her key’s jingle in her hand as she went to open her car and looked up for only a moment. It was then that she could feel her breath stop in her throat, his green eyes glancing at her with a smirk as he lifted his hand to give her a small wave. 

‘What was that? Her heartbeat rose drastically,’ Illiara thought to herself.

Y/N glared at him when he did that and hated how smug he looked. 

Climbing into her 67’ Camaro, she ignored his whistle and started her car, driving off into the distance. She hoped never to come face to face with the man she saw, and yet, she couldn’t help but imagine what he did to the woman he pleased. It had been a long time since she had been with anyone. Shaking the thought from her head, she drove to her next destination, a quick salt and burn thanks to an angry spirit that was bothering a lovely family out in Idaho. 

Driving down the empty road, she blasted her favorite song through her radio, singing at the top of her lungs. She felt free; she felt alive, she was happy to be able to run wild and live life! She knew that moving from town to town was daunting, but it was necessary for her survival. 

Reaching the town, she found a nice motel to stay to shower and prepare for her investigation. She failed to see the black Impala from the former town pull up as she walked out in her FBI pencil skirt, white button-up, and blazer. She felt eyes on her but ignored them as she placed her sunglasses on, got into her car, and made her way to the police station to get intel on the owners of the house. 

Her investigation proved very useful, as she now knew that the house belonged to an ancient family, one of the first to settle the town. She made her way to the house and frowned when she saw two figures inside. Pulling out her pistol, she walked through the door. 

“Hands in the air!” she called out, making the two men put their hands up. “Who are you? And what are you doing in an active crime scene?” she said, using her most authoritative voice. 

“Officer we can explain,” one of them said as they turned around. 

She tried to hide her surprise when she saw the man from the former town. The odds of them going to the same case was rare and being in a town with two different cases even more so. 

“We can explain everything,” the tall one with long hair said. 

“I’m Agent Mac… You two need to vacate the premises,” she said as she kept a hand on her gun while using the other to show her badge quickly. 

“Agent this is a misunderstanding with the home office,” the shorter one with green eyes said. He kept one hand up while reaching for his pocket. 

She kept her gun pointed at him as she looked at his badge. 

“Agent Plant? Is it?” she raised his eyebrow at him, and he shrugged. “You realize that impersonating a federal agent is a capital offense?” she said as the brother’s eyes widened.  

Suddenly, a low moan like groan could be heard around the house. She cursed softly as the ghost manifested. 

“Get down” she called and shot her salt rounds at the ghost. “Damn it,” she growled and avoided the brother’s gazes as she pushed past them. 

“FBI huh?” she heard the gruff voice right next to her. “Impersonating a federal agent is a capital offense,” she turned towards the voice to find her eyes staring into playful green ones. 

“Hey, I’m not the one’s trespassing on another hunter’s hunt,” she said and moved away from him.

‘Who does this mortal think he is? Does he understand who he is talking to?’ Illiara sneered to herself.

“This is our hunt sweetheart, you are just going to have to deal,” he smiled cockily at her. 

“Ugh, you are one of those guys, aren’t you?” she rolled her eyes and prepared for the ghost to return. 

“What guys?” Dean contorted his face in mock confusion. 

“The kind of guy that thinks he can get any chic he wants,” she scoffed and shot at the ghost as it tried to come at her. 

She could feel his eyes on her as she moved towards the next room. In all her research, she found one common item, a butterfly hairpin. She made her way through the house, looking and searching for it. She could feel the men following her and she sighed. 

“You boys can go ahead and let a professional handle this,” she proclaimed as she moved to the master bedroom of the house.  

She made sure they weren’t watching as she began to let her hands glow blue, she hated using this power, but this looked to be like a lost soul that escaped the river of lost souls from the underworld. She growled and cursed when she heard the two men come into the room. She extinguished her power and tried to look for the hairpin the soul tied itself to. 

“Don’t think so sweetheart, besides we’re men, not boys,” the gruff voice said as it came into the room after her. 

“Could have fooled me,” she retorted and smirked when she heard him scoff. 

She gave a small cheer when she found the hairpin, tucked between the bed and the nightstand. She could feel the power radiating from it.  She was looking for a place to salt and burn it when the ghost appeared once again. She could feel the ghost's anger reach her and her chest tightened as she fell to the floor and used some of her strength to fight it off. She growled and used her power to push the ghost away hoping that the two men didn’t notice. With the soul distracting the men, she took the hairpin and began her incantation.

“ψυχή που έχει διαφύγει την επιστροφή στον ποταμό σας περιπλάνηση, έως ότου μπορείτε να συνειδητοποιήσετε όπου ανήκετε.” (soul that has escaped the river return to your wandering until you can realize where you belong)

She felt her power shift the wind as she made a show of burning the hairpin, just as the ghost was knocking the tall one with long hair back. The soul disappeared, and she could feel as it had entered the river of lost souls. 

“Did you have to take so long?” growled the green-eyed one. 

“Well…. Sorry for saving your sorry ass,” she said as she extinguished the fire and began to walk out of the home. She could hear the boys scramble out of the house to catch up to her, hearing a low whistle as she reached her car. 

“If I had known you had good taste in cars, I would have asked you out,” she turned to see the green-eyed man look her up and down. 

“Like I would give you the time of day,” she scoffed as she walked over to the driver’s side. 

“Dean Winchester by the way, this is my brother Sam… maybe we could grab a beer next time we see you?” he asked hopefully. 

“In your dreams,” she said as she opened the car door, “I don’t ever want to meet you guys again,” she climbed in, closing the door.

Starting the engine, she drove off and sighed. That was close, the last thing she needed was for a pair of mortals to see her use her power. 

‘Why were you acting like that around that pathetic mortal?’ Illiara asked.

“Like what?” Y/N asked, looking back into the violet eyes of the Goddess. 

‘Don’t act as if the vagabond didn’t interest you,’ the Goddess huffed, ‘you cannot fool me. I can feel everything you do, or did you forget?’ 

“He doesn’t interest me,” Y/N denied, “he is nothing but a revolting, bowlegged, too cocky for his own good asshole.”  

‘Your insults speak differently than your body, Y/N,’ Illiara countered. ‘Don’t tell me you actually feel for that sickening mortal,’ her face looked disgusted in the mirror.

“I am not going to argue with you,” she sighed, “I know how I feel Illiara. And Dean is nothing more than someone who will never, ever, touch me.” 

‘Huh,’ Illiara let out as she raised her brow, ‘calling him by his name?’ 

‘Fuck’ she muttered to herself, “Shut up, Illiara. I will not be seeing him ever again anyways. This was just coincidence.”  

As she continued to drive, Y/N couldn’t help but think about how everything went wrong in her life. Being the daughter of Hades and Persephone, she was a very well-kept secret. She was a mix of her father’s dark forces and the coming of spring. It wasn’t until recently that the Parthenon had discovered her whereabouts, and it was by accident. 

She had been playing with Cerberus and was enticed to follow her mother as spring had come. Zeus had gotten her sent and she was called to the Parthenon. It was there on her 16th birthday she was told she was going to do what Zeus commanded. After that day, she ran, and she had been running ever since. Now 38, her wish was to stop running and live her life. As she was getting on the highway, she looked in the rear-view mirror and slammed on the brakes; there was someone in her back seat. 

“Hello, daughter.” 

“Father,” she said dryly. 

Dressed in a black three-piece suit, he had jet black hair that was slicked back, and angular chin, and glowing blue eyes that looked like they were on fire. He moved from the backseat to the front in the blink of an eye as she began to pull out of the parking lot. 

“You know that it is dangerous for you to stop for even one-second Illiara,” he said gently. 

“My name is Y/N, I stopped being your daughter the minute Zeus wanted to claim me for Aphrodite’s son and I split myself in two,” she sneered. 

“Illiara, now is not the time to be childish, come home. Your mother misses you. We need you, To louloúdi tis Levántas mou,” he pleaded. (My lavender flower) 

“NO! Zeus can smite me; I would rather live as a mortal… which I can do just fine by the way… then to go back and be sold like cattle.” 

“Daughter, my patience is wearing thin, some souls need to return to the river, someone is pulling them out to cause chaos,” he ran a hand across his face. “And you are not whole, you could be in mortal danger.”  

“I know, I just put one back, along with others in another town yesterday. I am needed here father, please,” she grunted stubbornly. “Besides, I have been balancing myself just fine.”  

“Your mother worries, and you know it took us a long time to be able to create you, you are our last child. Being split from your true self only puts you in danger. Besides, there is no telling when the angels and demons that plague this realm will sense you soon, you would be in even more danger.” he sighed. 

“I know,” she relented, “but I do not want that life… I can’t father… I can’t. Besides, I can take care of myself. I am taking care of myself.” 

“I am glad to see that you are well, I will see what I can do, but in the meantime, keep moving,” her father softly smiled as he caressed her cheek. “You are my light, my Illiara, my one light besides your mother, in the darkness of my life,” with that, he disappeared. 

‘He’s right you know,’ her Goddess half sang. 

“When is he ever wrong,” she agreed. “But you and I agreed to this. I let you out when I know I need you. You let me drive and keep us hidden.” 

‘Yeah, yeah,’ the goddess said through the mirror. ‘But with that green-eyed guy, your heart started to pound a bit hard in your chest there.’ 

“Did not,” she argued. “We don’t have time for it anyways. No matter how much we crave it.” 

‘Could always go to Bacchanals and to Adonis,’ Illiara sighed. ‘Now that is a hunk.’ 

“Maybe,” she conceded. “I mean the hunter sounded like he knew what he was doing.”  

‘But it would be a bad idea,’ the Goddess said. ‘It would only end in tragedy. Plus, he’s a hunter. All he is going to see us as is a monster.’

“Yeah,” she agreed, looking into the purple eyes of the goddess inside her. “You’re right.” 

‘Good,’ Illiara smiled. ‘We made the mistake of trying to get rid of ourselves once. Bringing a human into the mix is only going to complicate things. We finally have a balance. The last thing we need is love to complicate things.’ 

“HIM?” Y/N scoffed. “He would be the last person I would fall into bed with. Would rather bed a cyclops than him.”

She swallowed the lump that had presented in her throat as she made her way out of the state of Idaho. She missed the Underworld and made sure that the scales were balanced, but she also found to love the world she had run away to. She discovered that she couldn’t remove the image of Dean Winchester out of her mind as she drove off into the distance. 

In the realm of the Gods, Zeus sat upon his throne, looking down at those who gathered. 

“Where is she?” he asked with a sneer. “I want her found and brought to me. I will not have anyone disobey my orders.” 

“She is in the mortal plane,” Hermes said as he looked up at the god of lightning. “And she has tried to make herself mortal, but failed.” 

“What was she hoping to accomplish?” a voice called from the crowd. 

“Who knows,” another voice answered. “She is nothing but a product of the Underworld and a stain on the world.” 

“Enough Demeter,” Artemis said as she moved forward. “She is a part of Persephone and I would choose my words carefully.” 

Artemis looked at the Goddess of Harvest. The tales all told the story of how Hades had kidnapped the young maiden from the surface and kept her trapped in the Underworld. But Artemis knew better. She was there. She was there when Persephone found her way into the realm that Hades ruled over. She watched as Persephone grew curious with each step she took to explore the realm of the dead. Artemis even watched as the young Goddess looked at Hades with wonder and curiosity. 

“That monster took her from the realm of the light and is keeping her in the dark!” Demeter growled. “For six months, she lives in darkness while I mourn her! And you dare tell me to choose my words?”     

“You are mourning nothing,” Artemis spat. “She is happy and safe. Hades treats her with respect and kindness!” 

“Watch your tongue!” Demeter roared. “He took my light and smothered it!” 

“Enough!” Zeus bellowed as thunder rumbled. “There is no changing the past, what's done is done! Persephone consumed six pomegranate seeds.” He gave Demeter a pointed look, “You know the laws of the Underworld. There is no changing it. Illiara was born without my knowledge and I will not let her do as she pleases!”  

Demeter gave Artemis a satisfied smile at Zeus’s words. 

“Now,” he continued, “send the harpies to track her down and bring her back. And if she escapes we send more! I will send all of Echidna’s children to bring her back.” 

Artemis sighed as the other Gods and Goddesses left Olympus back down to the mortal realm. She was one of the very few who supported Hades and Persephone. But, more were afraid of Zeus. Walking towards her brother, Apollo, she crossed her arms over her chest and sighed. 

“What do you think brother?” she asked casually. 

“I think there will be war,” he answered. “It is as it was foretold, Artemis.” 

“The daughter of the herald of the dead shal split in two,” she recited.

“And thus will begin the struggle of the gods,” Apollo continued. 

“But that is a prophecy about Zeus’s downfall,” Artemis said as she walked with her brother towards the mortal realm. “Illiara’s prophecy is different. It gives more details and only Hades and Persephone know what it says.” 

“Given to them by the fates,” Apollo said as he got into his bright yellow Mustang. “And kept in the lake of forgetfulness.”  

“I saw him placing it in there with the guardian,” she confirmed. “But--” she trailed off. 

“But?” Apollo pressed on as he rolled down the window after getting in. 

“There is more to the prophecy,” she whispered. “And so far, the details of it are very vague.” 

“That is interesting,” Apollo chuckled. “I’m sure everything will work out. And if not,” Apollo put on his sunglasses, “then I’ll make sure to get good seats to the show.”  

“You ever seen that chick before?” Dean asked as he glanced at his brother. 

The slick 1967 Chevy Impala barreled down the road towards their next destination.

“She doesn’t look familiar,” Sam answered as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Why?” 

“Just--” Dean shifted in his seat as he thought about his answer, “just weird that she shows up and I never really heard of her.” 

“You just want to see who knows who she is to track her down and get her in bed with you,” Sam pointed out. 

“What?!” Dean exclaimed as he gave his brother a face of disbelief. “No, that’s--no.” 

“Look,” Sam sighed as he shifted in his seat. “I’ll ask around to see who knows her and what her name is. But she looks like she likes to hunt, alone.” 

“I don’t care, I just want to know who she is and what her deal is,” Dean huffed. “I don’t think I can get any chick I want,” Dean continued his rant, “I know I can.” 

Chapter 2 

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Underworld’s Trilogy

Description: Follow the story of Y/N Y/L/N, or Illiara as she is known in the world of the Greek Gods, and her adventures with the Winchesters. 

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

Warnings: Language, Violence, Blood, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Death. 

Part 1: Underworlds Princess

Part 2: Underworld’s Hero  

Want to read the Original? Check it on on my AO3 account! 

This fic is in the process of being re-worked and cleaned up. 

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Underworld’s Princess Masterlist

Cover by: @talesmaniac89​ 

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

Chapters

1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 

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What an amazing first chapter! There’s so much happening and I’m scared for y/n / illiara’s future

Underworld’s Princess Chapter 1

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:4397

Beta: @superfanficnatural​

Book Cover by: @talesmaniac89​​ and Dividers by @firefly-graphics​​

Underworld’s Princess Masterlist

Main Masterlist 

The little violet Camaro dashed through the road, speeding towards its next destination, the woman sitting behind the wheel hoping that nothing would hinder her mission. Being a hunter was no easy task, especially for someone like Y/N. Her long hair was tied in a high ponytail as her Y/E/C eyes were fixated on the road. 

‘Is this really what we’re going to do?’ a voice called. 

“You know we have no choice,” she called back. 

Looking into the rearview mirror, it was not her own eyes that looked back at her but bright violet ones, piercing right to her soul. 

‘We wouldn’t be running if–’ 

“You know as well as I that we could not have taken him on,” she countered. “Besides, what better way to train than to be a hunter. Artemis trained us well, and we can blend in.” 

‘With a name like Y/N,’ the voice sneered, ‘we are not from Spain.’ 

“No,” Y/N agreed, “but it doesn’t hurt to take on a culture that spread from Greek and Roman roots mixed with Arab traditions.” 

The voice let out a scoff, ‘And what will I do? Sit around in your head?’ 

“No,” she sighed, “you can help me. We both have powers, albeit a bit unstable, but you help me, I help you. I mean, it won’t hurt us to try and work together.” 

‘It might,’ the voice retorted.

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Next day reblog

Underworld’s Princess Chapter 1

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:4397

Beta: @superfanficnatural​

Book Cover by: @talesmaniac89​​ and Dividers by @firefly-graphics​​

Underworld’s Princess Masterlist

Main Masterlist 

The little violet Camaro dashed through the road, speeding towards its next destination, the woman sitting behind the wheel hoping that nothing would hinder her mission. Being a hunter was no easy task, especially for someone like Y/N. Her long hair was tied in a high ponytail as her Y/E/C eyes were fixated on the road. 

‘Is this really what we’re going to do?’ a voice called. 

“You know we have no choice,” she called back. 

Looking into the rearview mirror, it was not her own eyes that looked back at her but bright violet ones, piercing right to her soul. 

‘We wouldn’t be running if–’ 

“You know as well as I that we could not have taken him on,” she countered. “Besides, what better way to train than to be a hunter. Artemis trained us well and we can blend in.” 

‘With a name like Y/N’ the voice sneered, ‘we are not from Spain.’ 

“No,” Y/N agreed, “but it doesn’t hurt to take on a culture that spread from Greek and Roman roots mixed with Arab traditions.” 

The voice let out a scoff, ‘And what will I do? Sit around in your head?’ 

“No,” she sighed, “you can help me. We both have powers, albeit a bit unstable, but you help me, I help you. I mean, it won’t hurt us to try and work together.” 

‘It might,’ the voice retorted.

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Afternoon Reblog

Underworld’s Princess Chapter 1

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:4397

Beta: @superfanficnatural​

Book Cover by: @talesmaniac89​​ and Dividers by @firefly-graphics​​

Underworld’s Princess Masterlist

Main Masterlist 

The little violet Camaro dashed through the road, speeding towards its next destination, the woman sitting behind the wheel hoping that nothing would hinder her mission. Being a hunter was no easy task, especially for someone like Y/N. Her long hair was tied in a high ponytail as her Y/E/C eyes were fixated on the road. 

‘Is this really what we’re going to do?’ a voice called. 

“You know we have no choice,” she called back. 

Looking into the rearview mirror, it was not her own eyes that looked back at her but bright violet ones, piercing right to her soul. 

‘We wouldn’t be running if–’ 

“You know as well as I that we could not have taken him on,” she countered. “Besides, what better way to train than to be a hunter. Artemis trained us well and we can blend in.” 

‘With a name like Y/N’ the voice sneered, ‘we are not from Spain.’ 

“No,” Y/N agreed, “but it doesn’t hurt to take on a culture that spread from Greek and Roman roots mixed with Arab traditions.” 

The voice let out a scoff, ‘And what will I do? Sit around in your head?’ 

“No,” she sighed, “you can help me. We both have powers, albeit a bit unstable, but you help me, I help you. I mean, it won’t hurt us to try and work together.” 

‘It might,’ the voice retorted.

Keep reading

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Noon Reblog!

Underworld’s Princess Chapter 1

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:4397

Beta: @superfanficnatural​

Book Cover by: @talesmaniac89​​ and Dividers by @firefly-graphics​​

Underworld’s Princess Masterlist

Main Masterlist 

The little violet Camaro dashed through the road, speeding towards its next destination, the woman sitting behind the wheel hoping that nothing would hinder her mission. Being a hunter was no easy task, especially for someone like Y/N. Her long hair was tied in a high ponytail as her Y/E/C eyes were fixated on the road. 

‘Is this really what we’re going to do?’ a voice called. 

“You know we have no choice,” she called back. 

Looking into the rearview mirror, it was not her own eyes that looked back at her but bright violet ones, piercing right to her soul. 

‘We wouldn’t be running if–’ 

“You know as well as I that we could not have taken him on,” she countered. “Besides, what better way to train than to be a hunter. Artemis trained us well and we can blend in.” 

‘With a name like Y/N’ the voice sneered, ‘we are not from Spain.’ 

“No,” Y/N agreed, “but it doesn’t hurt to take on a culture that spread from Greek and Roman roots mixed with Arab traditions.” 

The voice let out a scoff, ‘And what will I do? Sit around in your head?’ 

“No,” she sighed, “you can help me. We both have powers, albeit a bit unstable, but you help me, I help you. I mean, it won’t hurt us to try and work together.” 

‘It might,’ the voice retorted.

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