The Winchesters Attempt to Booty Scoot to Victory

The first thing Dean noticed when he woke up was that he was in a forest, and he was still tied and gagged.

Sonuvabitch, Dean thought. Apparently Sailor Moon was into BDSM, if a teenage girl could be into that. At least he wasn't in chains anymore. Dean looked to his right and he saw Meg sitting right next to him with the arrow still sticking out of her chest and an infamous demon smirk resting on her face, or she she would be she didn't have a gag in her mouth.

Sonuvabitch. On his left, his brother sat gagged with total bitch face. His forehead was bandaged, and he was still cut and bruised; however he looked better than how he looked back at the warehouse.

All of them were lassoed together, but not tied to anything. Dean scoped in his surroundings. Green surrounded him. They were in the forest in the middle of a clearing. Dean didn't see it, but he heard the trickling of a stream somewhere behind him. On the edges of the clearing where the trees got more dense, a couple of wolves circled, growling. Dean assumed that whoever these girls were owned them, and they were there for protection, or keeping the prisoners in. In the middle of the camp, there was a fire pit, and just above it there was wild chicken cooking. Tents were pitched all across the camp. Dean spotted a couple of kids near some of the tents, and there was one next to the fire. Okay, so Sailor Moon lives in the woods, hunts for her food, and is probably a Hermit. Dean spotted what looked like a weapons bag only a couple feet away from him, maybe about two to three yards. No one seemed to be paying much attention to the prisoners, nor the bag of weapons. And maybe she's not as smart as she thinks she is.

Dean nudged Sam and Sam looked at Dean. Dean drove his attention to the lonely weapons bag. Sam seemed to get the idea and nodded. Dean then glared at Meg, and drove her attention to the weapons bag. He was going to kill her after their escape, but he needed her help first if he was going to get out of there. Then after he was going to inhale a bacon double cheese burger, bang the waitress if she was hot and willing, then spend the rest of his time drinking and worrying about the inevitable apocalypse that they had jump started.

Though Meg only glanced down at the arrow in her heart. Dean rolled his eyes, it wasn't like a stab in the heart or a bullet -or in this case an arrow- had ever stopped her before. But oh, no dick demon would stop Dean from eating burgers, banging hot waitresses, and drinking himself to death. He glanced back at Sam, who was staring at Dean waiting for confirmation. Dean nodded, then together they started to booty scoot.

Crinkle, Crinkle, Crack. Sam and Dean stopped. There were too many damn leaves and twigs. And Meg was too damn fat. They glanced at some of the girls around them, but none of them seemed to hear the brothers, and Dean released a breath that he was unaware that he was holding. Dean glanced over at Sam, then Dean nodded and they started to booty scoot again. Each crinkle and crack of the leaves and twigs were like setting off airhorns in a nursery of sleeping babies, nevertheless Sam and Dean kept scooting and Meg tried to be as quiet as possible with the salt soaked ropes branding themselves further into her skin.

Sam and Dean kept scooting through the crinkle crackle minefield closer to the weapons bag, to their freedom. Soon they were five feet away, four feet, three. Soon enough, Dean would be able to reach the bag with his legs, and he could figure out how to cut themselves out. But Dean's shining light of hope was short lived.

A shimmering rainbow facing the prisoners appeared near the girl tending to the fire. Dean couldn't help but stare at the thing. Then Dean finally realized what these girls were: they were a whole freakin' coven of witches...

Sonuvabitch!

The shimmering rainbow then turned into a misty figure of a smiling, brunette girl. She had a goofy grin on her face and was waving like an idiot to the girl tending the fire. Then her eyes landed right on the lassoed group. A hand suddenly grabbed hold of Dean's stomach as she and Dean held eye contact. Dean was shaking his head as if he was saying 'Don't do it, man', Sam was giving her the puppy eyes, and Meg... Meg looked like a rabid dog while she was squirming and hissing all over the place. The rainbow mist girl pointed toward them and the group started to frantically booty scoot towards the weapons bag as the cook turned to see them caught in the act. Dean got a hold of the weapons bag with his feet. Come on, come on, come on.

"Hey!" the girl sprinted to Dean with inhuman speed and delivered a kick right to his stomach. The wind was knocked right out of Dean. The girl snatched the bag from Dean's leg, and more of the girls started running over after hearing the commotion. The teen in the magical, sparkling, rainbow mist smiled at Dean, then he yelled:

"Well, I guess I'll IM you later, bye Sophie!"

"Thanks, bye Mia!"

Dean made sure that 'Mia' could see his glaring eyes: the eyes of a man who went to Hell; the eyes of a man who was tortured, and had tortured others; the eyes of a man who has killed so many things that he can't even keep count anymore; the eyes of a man filled with so much rage; the eyes of a crazed killer. The girl only winked in response and he swiped at the mist, making it disappear.

Fucking bitch.

From one of the tents Thalia, Sailor Moon, and a big, beefy ginger walked out and made their way toward the group. The girls had thrown their heads down and looked anywhere but at the three girls.

"Now, what do we have here." Thalia crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

The beefy ginger glared at the men and demon. "They were trying to grab the weapons and escape! They could have done horrible things to us!" The girls flinched, but Ginger didn't seem to notice. She turned to Sailor Moon. "They should be turned into deer!" Sam and Dean raised their eyebrows. The girl glanced over Sam. "And that one into a moose!" Sam snorted. "That's what happens to boys that cross our path anyway." Dean furrowed his eyebrows. What kind of crazy witches are they?

"I know Phoebe," Sailor Moon replied, "but," she sighed, "this is a rather special case. I'd honestly love to see them ripped apart by the wolves." Dean glanced over at the wolves as they bared their teeth, an involuntary shiver ran down his back. He still remembered how he was brought downstairs. "Yet, I'm still not sure what to do with them." She glared at the prisoners.

One of the girls looked up and swallowing, she asked: "Lady Artemis, what makes this case so special? Who're they? What's going on?" Oh great, a group of witches with a freaking Goddess as their leader. Awesome.

"I was just debriefing Thalia and Phoebe on the situation, but you deserve to know of it, too. I already have broken many of the pacts after all."

"What are you talking about?" One of the girls piped, narrowing her eyes in confusion.

Artemis's narrowed eyes landed on the group. "How about we sit over near the fire and talk there instead." Artemis whistled and one of the wolves circling the camp bounded over. The wolf reached Artemis and sat at attention, waiting for instruction.

"Guard the captives, and make sure they don't try anything." She glared at the prisoners. The wolf nodded. Dean looked at the wolf and tugged on the restraints. A growl rumbled in the wolf's throat as it her eyes mentally stabbed at Dean. "And" the wolf looked back up at her mistress, "don't harm them." The wolf looked back at a reasonably freaked Dean, but this time the growls were smaller and more quiet.

Artemis walked over to the campfire and the other eight girls followed. She sat down cross-legged, but her back was held straight like her confidence and power. The other girls sat down with her. Artemis stared at the others, considering different ways to introduce the topic to them. They were strong, their minds could be opened up, but such information could have anyone taken aback. Then she decided to just get to the point.

"The Olympians aren't the only gods that exist."

"Yeah, there are also the Roman halves of the Olympians, right?" Thalia asked to confirm.

"Yes," she nodded, "but what I mean is that other pantheons exist like The Egyptian Gods, The Norse Gods, and all of the monsters in those pantheons as well."

AN: Okay, so I wanted to write an explanation as to why the Hunters of Artemis knew about this and that and why they were interested in the Winchesters and Meg in this chapter, but I started this a while ago and I honestly forgot why. Oops. I really wanted to make each chapter at least 3,000 words if I was going to continue this, but I don't think something like that would happen for me. Anyway, I hope you somewhat enjoyed this slight filler and that I actually make up something soon so you guys can get a real story!